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Rise of Black Sheep.
We are shown to be out somewhere in what seems to be a barren desert. Sand is shown flying as high winds flourish the land. Truth be told, most of the world is like this, with only a few forests with residual flora. There was a time when this land was full of more abundant ecosystems, but sadly, it was all ravaged by a grand war. It has been like this ever since, and continues to decay. The name of this land, is Filgaia.
We are then shown a large semi spherical building in the distance, nothing much to say about the overall look, it's gray, save for a few search lights that have been turned on. At one of these search lights, we see a kid, probably in his teens wearing some sort of military outfit, he has short brown hair and green eyes. Suddenly, someone enters the room.
"Sir." The boy began, saluting his guest. Turns out said guest is someone of a higher rank, he returns the salute.
"How are things looking out there?" Asked the higher rank.
"This sand storm is getting worse by the second, it's really hard to distinguise anything with all the dust flying around." Said the boy.
"I've been getting that from all the other guardsmen, try to keep your eye out." Said the higher rank.
"Yes sir." Said the boy.
The higher rank leaves, and the boy goes back to the search light. He begins to move them around, searching for anyone or anything that might want to trespass into the area. You see, humans were not the only inhabitants in this world, there are also many other natives who live here. One such native were the Elws, who are the actual natives of this world. This particular race looked very closely to humans, except for their long ears. They have a strong connection to nature, and as such lived incredibly long life spans. Due to the shortage of nature however, the Elw population is at an all time low.
Another inhabitant of Filgaia are vampiric like creatures referred to as Crimson Nobles. Some of them are harmless for the most part, there are others though that are not so harmless. Not to mention the numerous monsters that also plague the land, these creatures come in many shapes and sizes, all of which are deadly. The smallest of monsters would have no trouble tearing even the strongest of men apart. Luckily, there are people who are able to dispose of monsters with ease. Too bad this kid was not one of them.
Meanwhile, in the distance, we see some type of vehicle resembling a tank in appearance rapidly approach the base. In the tank, we see a group of six people, 5 of them currently being covered in silouettes. The man driving the tank is shown to have light brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes. He is also shown to be quite muscular.
"We are now approaching Sector Delta. We are awaiting the next course of action, boss." Said the man in a gruff accent.
"Very good, Noriath, blow the gate sky high!" Said one of the people in silouette with a British accent. This man seems to be the leader of the band of six.
"As you command, so shall it be." Said the man, now called Noriath. He presses some buttons, and outside the tank is shown firing a shot which blows the gate open.
BOOM!
"What the!?" Yelled the boy, aiming his searchlight at the tank, soon other searchlights are aimed at the tank as it rapidly enters. An alarm is soon triggered, and begins to blare loudly and repeatedly.
Soldiers soon come out of the entrance to the base, all of them carrying either swords or knives.
"Who do these fools think they are thinking they can handle a tank with nothing but swords and knives." Said the British man in a mocking voice. "Open fire again!"
The tank fires another shot, blowing the soldiers out of the way. The tank fires another shot, blowing up the entrance to the base. The tank rolls inside.
More soldiers soon greet them, the tank stops.
"This should be far enough." Said the British man. "We don't need this clunker to deal with these idiots."
The other four silouetted figures nod their heads, and get their weapons ready.
The soldiers on the outside begin to sorround the tank.
"It stopped." Said one of the soldiers.
"Yes, but why?" Asked another soldier.
The hatch opens, and out floats a woman with long blond hair and blue eyes. Her eyes begin to glow red as she throws her arms up into the air. Several soldiers fly into the air and crash into the cieling. Another man comes out with spiky red hair and red eyes with what seems to be a pistol. He smiles a very sadistic smile.
"Watch out, he has an ARM!" Yelled one of the soldiers, right before a bullet is shot right into his chest.
Another woman comes out. She has long brown hair and green eyes. She is shown wearing a white dress, and carrying a sword. One of the soldiers tries attacking her, she swiftly dodges and slashes him across the back, ending with a stab.
"Amateur." Said the woman.
Out comes a man wearing a peculiar green armor, under his eyes is purple make up resembling scars. Like his red headed compatriot, he also has a sadistic look on his face. From his gauntlets emit two purplish laser blades. He begins to rush towards more hapless soldiers and cut them down.
The man driving the tank now comes out, he has no weapon. One soldier rushes towards him. He simply grabs the soldier by the face and lifts him over his head. The man performs a back breaker, the soldier screaming in pain. The red headed man walks up to the screaming soldier and puts a bullet in his head.
"This is almost to easy." Said the red head. "This base is as good as ours."
"Yes yes, quite so." Said the British man, now shown to have long blond hair and green eyes. He is shown wearing a light brown trench coat, and long black denim pants. "But don't celebrate just yet. There is still much of this base we have left to cover."
Meanwhile, in the highest ranking officer's office. He is shown trying to get in contact with someone.
"Hello, this is Major Hummingbird, 117th Unit, Sector Delta! We're under attack, we need reinforcements right away!" He said yelling into the communicator
The communicator however is shown to have short circuited.
"Damn it!" Yelled Major Hummingbird. Footsteps are heard outside of his office. Slamming then proceeds, and soon the door to his office comes crashing down.
"Nice work Zoriath." Said the British man.
"It's what I do." Said Zoriath.
"Who the hell are you guys!?" Yelled Major Hummingbird.
"Ah yes, how rude of us just to barge in and make a ruckus without properly introducing ourselves." Said the British man in a sarcastic tone. "My name is Samuel Marsher, these are my associates. Together, we form the activist group known as Black Sheep."
"You call this activism, attacking a military base and killing soldiers called to defend the people." Said Major Hummingbird angrily. "No, that isn't activism, what you're doing is terrorism!"
"Terrorism is a harsh word, sir. And besides, not all forms of activism are nonviolent." Said Samuel.
Major Hummingbird is about to press some red button underneath his desk.
"Oh don't you even bother, those pathetic worms you call soldiers stand no chance against us. Lilith, would you please do the honors."
The psychic woman's eyes once again glow red, and Major Hummingbird is shown floating in mid air. He is then dragged near the group, now calling themselves the Black Sheep.
"You psychopaths, what do you want!?" Yelled the major.
"All we want is this base to ourselves. And if I were you, I would make the smart choice and agree to the sentiment." Said Samuel, menacingly.
The kid is shown eavesdropping around the corner, he too has a pistol like weapon on hand.
"Why? Why do you need this base?" Asked Major Hummingbird.
"Now that sir, is classified information which me and my group are only allowed to know." Said Samuel.
"No doubt you want to use this place in order to conceal your terrorist activities." Said the major.
"Hm hm hm. Smart Man." Said Samuel, who proceeds to gut check the major.
"GAH!" Said the major falling to the ground.
"HYAH!" Yelled the kid now charging.
"Huh? Looks like we missed one." Said the brown haired lady.
"Not for long." Said the red head, who once again fires his gun. The bullet is clean right between the eyes, the kid falls forward, dead.
"Private!" Yelled the major, who is then kicked in the ribs by Samuel.
"Poor poor fool." Said Samuel. "His fate was the same as all the other men in this base. As is yours."
The red head then puts a bullet through the major's head.
"Nicely done, Jethro." Said Samuel.
"It was my pleasure boss." Said Jethro, smiling that sadistic smile.
"Now that we've officially made Sector Delta ours, nobody can disturb us or interfere with our plans." Said the man wearing green armor.
"Quite a shame, that was for the most part, to easy." Said Lilith.
"I know the feeling dear Lilith. I really do." Said Samuel. "But I assure you that it will disappear over time." Samuel sits down, rolls his arms back,
and places his feet on top of the major's desk.
"Now what? We have the base, what is the next series of actions?" Asked Zoriath.
"Phase 1 is completed. Now we shall move on to Phase 2." Said Samuel.
"Right." The other 5 members of Black Sheep say in unison. Samuel smiles the most devious of smiles, and we are shown the outside of the base once more.
The searchlights are no longer moving, and smoke is shown bellowing out of the entrance to the base. As for the sand storm, it raged ten times more furiously.
Author's Notes: And so begins my first Wild Arms story, probably going to be my only Wild Arms story. I hope for the most part that I kept true to the nature of the series, if not, I am sorry and promise to get better. The Black Sheep as you can see are a pair people you especially you don't want to mess with. Anyway, leave a comment, review, and no flames. See you next chapter.