Hi guys! It's been a while since I last updated, (around a week or so) and I plan to write more frequently. I want this to be an ongoing story, though I don't think I'll have that much luck, but one can hope. I got two reviews! One from shadow hacker, criticising my grammar, and axlemc131, creator of base of operations. Now you might think, these are guest reviews, it must be posted by the author! No. Shadow hacker is anonymous, and Axle probably may have not logged in. I don't know. I'm hoping for some author reviews, so lets wait on that. Also. I'll be updating every three days or so, writing one page a day, for three pages a chapter. Now, let us continue onto the story.
"Coming in close!" Gage yelled. The cargo ship tried to slip around the two sleek airships, but the huge airship didn't have a chance. One marauder ship locked onto the ship, while the other stayed afloat flying near the Asago, the name of the cargo ship. Once the first marauder ship, named Better red than dead successfully attached to the Asago, dozens of air pirates flooded onto the deck. The crew of Asago fought back, but it was useless. In under ten minutes, the Marauders completely controlled the ship. As the goods were transported to the Better red than dead, which were hundreds of crates of spices and other goods, Gage yawns. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such, power.
After the separation of black ops, he found himself without a squad. He was the leader of the black ops during the operations, but Howard was the mission controller. When he left, he traveled to the darker districts of nasty areas. With his special forces skills, he quickly found his place in a powerful pirate gang called the Marauders. You start at the bottom when you join, but after a month, he found himself 2nd in command. At first the leader, named Hevas, found his skills useful, but later, when he grew powerful, and popular with the Marauders, Hevas resolved to kill him. So he snuck into my sleeping quarters. But I already knew. The second he entered, he had a knife to his neck.
Should I say the rest? Hevas had been a poor commander, and the gang was happy when Hevas was mysteriously dead in his room. Of course, he did have his supporters, which were suspiciously found missing. Hevas had lost five airships, from the original seven, leaving only two within his command. But some of Hevas's contacts were still at it. He had killed nine assassins since he became the leader of the Marauders, five months ago. Annoying to say the least.
One time it was a bomb in his sheets. Another it was a backfiring cannon. Or maybe a hooded assailant with a knife. None were successful. People began to know him as the black blade, as he had a completely black eight inch long knife, that had quite some history, like the deaths of all nine assassins, the supporters of Hevas, and Hevas himself.
He liked the name. The black blade. It had a certain ring to it, that he enjoyed. As he walked, inspecting the cargo, a crewman, known simply as klink, (don't ask me. Everybody has their nicknames), ran up to me. I turn to him.
"Sir, we have an unidentified airship approaching our way. Approximately 5000 meters away,"Klink said anxiously. The Asago's escort? They already destroyed them. Maybe a distress call answered?
He brought out his spyglass, peering through it. No. No! I toss the spyglass to Klink and walk up to the front of the airship. The black wing slowly approaches the two marauder ships, at two thousand meters. It could go faster than that. How could they have found me? The black wing. It was a symbol. It was the mobile command center for the black ops. Ran all the operations.
"Sir? Orders?" Asks Klink.
"Let them approach. Then, as soon as they get to 300, blow 'em to smithereens."
Klink smiles, with nearly half his teeth missing, and rushes forwards to tell the others. It looks like the skyborne army wanted me back. Not a chance. Not, a chance.
She finally attached the last piece to the bow. It looked quite nice, to say so herself. She sat in the Tekkit 00 laboratory, refining her newest bow. She dusted it off, and inspected it. Unlike most of her squad members, she didn't ditch the skyborne army. She saw the cloud skimmers as a threat, that not only threatened the skyborne army, but tore apart the black ops.
"Well? Is it done?"a voice asked. She turns around. Lt. Browning. A low ranking officer, he was assigned as a supervisor, but if she did anything, he wouldn't stand a chance. More like a regular supervisor, more inspecting than guarding. Idiot just wondered about the frontline. I had caught him lazily reenacting a battle, but when I saw him, he froze and embarrassingly stopped and sat on a bench, and pulled out a book.
"The bow is fair enough. The arrows aren't done though." The bow, or the arrows I should say, were explosive. When the arrow touched the bow, when aiming, or such, would immediately activate the miniscule explosive charges in the tip of the arrow, but the bow would also compress the charges so it wouldn't go off, until launched, when it would no longer be compressed, and would launch, and then explode after three seconds, which was more than enough time for a skilled archer. However, the arrow was slightly weighed down by the charges, so she was thinking of adding more time to the explosion, or it would be embarrassing for an arrow to blow up in mid-air without hitting its target.
"Yeah. Kay,"He says, bored as he walks away.
I was about to start on the arrows, when I hear another knock. What did Browning want now? I turn around. And I'm met with a big surprise.
