Saturday, September 30, 2006

Like I'm going to die?
laMonstaGirl, I will have to think on that.

But that brings up a thought:

All around me right now there are many people who fear death (not that it is bad). But what I can't figure out is, some of these people joined after 9/11 and half a year before our deployment. What did they think was going to happen? War=death. plain and simple. What happens to them is a result of decisions that they made.
I'm here for various reason, knowing full well that I may not return. I do not fear death, I hate pain though. Because it is like the indecision of death. I'm the kinda guy you'd find wondering a grave yard talking to the moon/dead. There's something there, but I can't see what. I ain't dead yet.
When I was on duty at Ft Carson, I did a lot of funerals. Some of those can be tough for people. A military funeral consists of the firing team (5 for vetreans and 7 for active duty), the flag folders(2), and the presenter.
Sometimes there is no firing team, those are on a case to case.
It's like this: The usual funeral ceramony transpires then the priest reliquishes control to the presenter. At which point the firing team does their three shot volly. "Taps" plays after that, while the folding team displays the flag. Once "Taps" is over, the foldings team procceeds to carefully fold the flag. Once finished the soldier at the end with the stars presents the folded flag to the next of kin(wife, mother father, etc). He says some words about the dead soldiers service and hands over the flag.
At many, I've watched as the wife or mother completely refuse to accept the flag because they can't accept the person's death.
I have never had to present the flag since the presenter must either match the rank of the decesed or have higher rank. For lower enlisted members, it's usually a Sargent that presents.
Folding is hard because all eyes are on you. If you screw up, they all notice.

I did over 100 funerals in my time. That's alot of dead. Some of which I helped bear to the grave sight.

I don't know, sometimes I wish they'd talk back and tell me what to expect. That way I know whether I know if I want to stay dead or be reborn.

Eh, whatever. I hate depressing stuff. yet I love it.
Saikano FTW!!!
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Friday, September 29, 2006

one time at band camp
I've said this before and I'll say this again: Ichigo Mashimaro FTW!!!!!

Now why am I posting?
While the pig is roasting
Yellow and red noodles
The word I'm thinking is oodles
In the park we play
all night and day
Happy are we
For we are free
Like that box of cereal I got the other day


Jack and Jill own a hill
Though it doesn't help them pay their bill
Humpty Dumpty has a bad name
I know many sick jokes, it's a shame
Mother goose is rolling in her grave
What exactly is a clave?
Once upon a time I was a child
Back when everything I ate was mild
Kindergarden was the awesomest grade
I'd go back if I get paid


Rolling along like a katamari
Come along or you'll be sorry
Making stars for the King
Over the internet we do ping
Oh how the people do wiggle and squirm
I do remember I was as small as a worm
Rolling and rolling all over the Earth
It's very fun for what it's worth



DESU!!!!!!!
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Found this don't know what it is
I know I wrote it, but I'm not sure when or why, but here ya go:

The sound of running water fills the tunnel, echoing into the darkness beyond the sphere of light. I take a stuttered breath, it was over. The bright flood lights make a small dome of light around the clean up crew as they work. Piece by piece they pick up what is left of the massacre; the water that pooled was a dim red. I shake my head, “May they burn in hell.” I mutter as I make my way out of the tunnel and into the station. There, another crew was cleaning up what is left of the subway train. Two died there; that much I know. I jump up onto the platform, my right arm sways momentarily. The bleeding still has not stopped, and it still hurt. That bitch dug deep into my shoulder, almost took it off; took her head for that I did. I survey the station, I was the only member of the main team left in there. The rest are probably top side.

I make my way up the stairs to the street; the silent sirens blare in my ears as the flashing lights catch my eyes. What a mess, what a fucking mess. In the light of the street lamp above I feel the need to look myself over. My shirt is torn and blood stained, so are my pants, my left arm has superficial scratches (they had clotted and will be fine), and my beautifully mauled right arm hung almost dead at my side. Like I said, what a fucking mess. Someone puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn around with a start, “Oh, it's you.” I breathe a sigh of relief, it was Alice (one of the other members of the main team). And being who she is, she appeared basically unharmed; just a bit of torn clothing. “So what’s the damage?” I ask as she leads me away from the station entrance.
“All together there were,” She hesitates a moment, “nine deaths. This is going to be hard to cover up, you know.”
“Yeah I know. But,” A half smile comes across my face, “that’s what you’re good at, Goddess.”
“Yeah, fan-fucking-tastic.” She sighs and shakes her head, “But it’s got to get done.”

We duck under the caution tape and follow the line of body bags that lay on the grass of the park. I can see Lilith not to far off doing her best to heal the wounded. God only knows how many total for that. “Salvo!” Someone from a group of cops calls over to us. I watch as she squeezes out of the bunch and runs over to us. “What’s up, Doll?” I ask Soya as she comes along side us. Her face was still spotted with blood and she still had a few scratches showing through the tears of her amp-suit. Lilith must have taken care of any of the fatal wounds.
“Wonder Girl wants to see you.” I notice that she is walking with a slight limp, “And she doesn’t want to hear that you can hold out till she’s finished with the other injured.”
“I really am fine.”
“Yeah right.” She points at my arm, “I could follow the trail of blood to anywhere you’ve been. And as far as I can tell, it is still making a path.”
I lift up my arm with the help of the other one, “Now it isn’t.”
“Whatever.” Soya shakes her head again and runs off back to the cops.
Alice pokes my arm, “Ow, don’t.” I slap at her hand.
“Then go see Wonder Girl.” She pushes me forward by my right arm. I cringe with pain.
“Fine.” I say through my teeth as I leave Alice where she stood. The injured spot the park grounds, I make a quick count. Fifteen in all. There were more, but they probably left. What a fucking mess. One was missing, Shinji. I don’t see him in the crowd. "Spike went to find any other injured we might have missed." Lilith informs as I stop near the front of the line. I watch as she picks up one of the many severed limbs of our enemy and take it into herself. She then used it to replace the arm, good as new, on the patient. As long as she has something to replenish herself, she can heal anything. And from what I can see, getting the material is as simple as looking down at the ground next to you. "Come on." She motions me forward, I comply, "Well, you won." She says in the same flat, slightly sarcastic tone as always. I roll my eyes as she sticks her hand in my chest and moves it up to my shoulder. No matter how many times in the past she has done this, it still feels funny. It is like she is placing elastic plaster in my arm and stretching it to fill and cover the wound. The severed enemy hand she held disappeared into her to replace what she gave to me. "There," She took her hand out, "all better. Now go help Goddess." I give a half nod and leave back the way I came.

We all have our roles: Soya is working with the police on damage and crowd control, Lilith is the medic, Alice is the surveyor getting ready to put the cover up into affect tonight, Shinji is out looking for more survivors, and me-I'm just here. Headquarters is going to have a field day when the final report is submitted. I look around, Alice is no where to be seen. Might as well check on the crews in the station. I go back across the street and down the stairs. The crew from inside the tunnel is moving out the equipment and the crew working on the train is washing down the walls to clear the marks. "A subway accident." I look over at the speaker, it is Alice. She had changed her appearance to her more adult one, she is wearing a suit. "What's with the change?" I ask.
"While I'm in the Wired, someone needs to do the foot work. So I am using this back up while I ready everything for tonight."
"Ah, so you are Persona."
"Yep," She smiled, "So don't get cocky. I will kick your ass."
"You almost broke out not too long ago. Goddess rarely says fuck."
"I had to move quick, the clean up will take me all night most likely."
"Forgiven." I sigh, "Been a while since I last talked to you."
"Yes it has." Persona makes a few hand signals to one of the workers, he enters a portal carrying one of the flood lights.
"What should I do?"
"Well, I've got to start planting markers. So I guess, just make sure everything gets cleaned and everyone is dispersed and sent home."
"Yes Ma'am." I salute as she disappears into the same portal the worker went into.

I walk to the edge of the platform and look down at the tracks, shiny and clean. "Sir." One of the workers calls to me.
I look over, "What?"
He holds up an arm blade, "It is from the poison breed."
"Put it in a sealed container and get it to the lab." I rub my forehead, "Is that the only sign of the poison breed here?"
"As far as we can tell, the creature corroded the tracks causing the train to lose control. A suicide mission." The man kneels down and places the blade in a container one of the other workers brought him. "Take it to the lab." He orders the other worker. The woman disappears into the portal.
"Is everything else finished?" I ask as the last flood light is put away.
"As I informed the commander, yes. A few of my men will stay behind and help with the cover up."

"Sounds good." What a fucking mess. I go back up the stairs and over to the body bags where Soya was helping to load the trucks. It is an unsightly thing, the way we all can work without the slightest show of remorse. I silently help her pick up one of the dead; only that silence told anyone around that we hated it. One by one the dead are loaded into the trucks and hauled off to the morgue. One by one families are torn apart. Nine, nine dead and how many of us? None. Just civilians, nine unknown people who were just wanting to relax in the park or go to work. And here I am, alive and well.

I wonder if I could ever die. I put my head in my hands as I sat on the bench. "Hey, you okay?" Soya asks standing in front of me. I look up at her, my face red. She smiles and sits down next to me. "It'll be okay." She puts her arm around me and holds me close, "I know what you're thinking, that I'm used to it because I've gone through worse." She closes her eyes, "To tell you the truth, it never gets easy. Whether it is one or one hundred who die, it still hurts. I was just so pig headed that I never realized it till after all was lost and brought back." She pauses and holds back a cry, "It may seem cold but telling yourself that it could have been worse, can help. In its own way."
I smile and look at her, "I'll be fine, I just need some time alone to think things through. But thanks though."
Soya stands up, "Me and Wonder Girl will get the rest, just head back to the apartment and clean up. You look like hell."
"Good night, Doll."

"Night, Salvo." I watch as Soya walks off towards Lilith. I slowly stand up and look at the sky; the night sky was spotted with stars and the moon seems to be tainted with blood. 'A red moon rises, blood has been spilled this night' (Legolas). A dark joke for a dark night. What a fucking mess. I step through a portal and enter the apartment near the front door. The light from the laptops lit the room with a colorful hue. I walk over and stand in the middle of the crescent of screens. In one screen I can see the path Alice is taking to replace the memories. In another, a map of the affected area and where Persona has placed markers. In the last, the area of the brain being rewritten. They are lucky, they can forget. It never happened for them, but for us it is as real as the dry blood on my face.

I sit down to look at the screens better. “Navi,” I am speaking to the computer, “What’s the final cover plan’s layout?”
A soft female voice answers, “Alice’s plan is to make the deaths related to the subway accident. The workers are ordered to recreate the scene of a severe crash. The train derailed and crashed full speed into the wall of the platform; killing the conductor and passengers in the first car.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Have any better ideas?”
I shake my head, “No.”
“Go get cleaned up. You look like hell.”

“That’s the plan.” I stand up. The joints in my spine crack as I stretch. I feel light headed. Leaving the computers, I go around the couch and into the bedroom. It was useless, trying to save everyone. I throw my shirt and pants by the trash can and open the door to the bathroom. At once, I feel I no longer like the white of the tiles when I turn the light on. Nothing is pure in the world. The water from the shower will become the same as the water in the tunnel, tainted. I step into the hot water not caring to cool it any. I want all the death to be burned away by the water; to rid myself of the stench of the enemy. The rusty water circled the drain bubbling with red soap. Steam blocks my view to the outside, not like I want to see there anyway. Whether it is my fault or not, I still hate this day and myself.

I turn off the shower and stand silently, head bowed. The water from my face and limbs drip clear and clean; the smell of the air around is flowery and white. Clutching my towel around my waist, I leave the bathroom and go to the balcony. The door slid open letting the cool air outside hit my naked, wet skin. I want it gone, into the wind, away. With my free hand I pinch myself, it isn’t some nightmare. I have to keep reminding myself that; I am wide awake. The remaining cuts and bruises are barely visible in the light of the moon. It looks like I was one of the ones in the ‘subway accident.’ They will be gone in a matter of days and my body will have then forgotten this day as well.

I hear the door to the apartment open and turn to see Lilith flip the lights on. Shinji helps Soya through the door, her limp is worse. He sets her on the couch and Lilith kneels to look at it. Shinji looks up to see me entering the room, “She okay?” I ask as I reach the couch.

Lilith looks up at me, “Nothing I can’t fix.” She sticks her hand into Soya’s leg, Soya flinches as Lilith runs her hand up and down the leg, “If you had said something earlier, it wouldn’t be so bad.”
Soya’s face loosens as Lilith removes her hand, “You were busy, didn’t want to bother you.”
“You and Alex are stubborn when it comes to injuries.”
“Thank you Lt. Obvious.”
Lilith rolls her eyes and stands, “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower.”
“You sure?” I ask with a smile.
“About what?” Lilith asks in a dead pan tone.
“I think blood looks good on you.” Lilith rolls her eyes at me and sighs as she walks off into the bedroom.
“Sexy.” Shinji says eyeing me over.
“I’ll put something on in a minute.” I crack my neck, “Just not right now.”
"Make it soon, my eyes are burning."
"You're just jealous."
Shinji shakes his head and goes out to the balcony. I sit down on the couch, Soya puts her feet in my lap, "Thanks for earlier."
She smiles, "No problem."
"For someone who had lots of mental problems, you've turned out quite good."
"Lets just say that the instramentality helped me flesh out a few things. The years with Alice helped as well." Soya laughes, "That's not to say I still don't have any baggage."
"We all have baggage, you are just able to pack it better."
"It takes practice." She kicks my leg, "Now get up and get changed, I'm starving."
"And I guess I'm paying." I crack my neck, "The shit hits the fan and all you can think about is food."
"Nothing will get done if we aren't taking care of ourselves."

I push off her feet, "Fine, I'll just be a second." I get off the couch and make my way into the bedroom. I can hear the shower door open slightly, the water still running. "Who ever is out there, I need a wash rag." Lilith calls from the bathroom. I sigh and look around the room, none. I move into the bathroom, there was one folded by the clothes hamper. I pick it up and tap on the shower door; it cracks and Lilith's hand slithers out to grab the rag, "Thanks." She says as she closes the door, "What's the plan now?"
"Soya wants to eat, Shinji wants me to change, and you should have stayed bloody." I slowly back away as I say the last part..
"I'll get you later." Lilith says having noticed I'm not at arms length.

"Whatever." I leave the bathroom and move back to the bed. Letting the towel fall, I unzip my travel bag and pull out a pair of underwear and pants. I put them on, go to the closet and grab the only shirt left hanging; the rest lay in a heap on the ground. As I leave the bedroom I hear the gentle hiss of air entering the tight, almost spandex like amp suit Soya wore; she let out a sigh, "God I'm all sweaty." she rests her head against the back of the couch and turns it to look at me, "I just want food, I don't care what it is."
"I want a burger." Shinji announces as he reenters the living room.
The sound of running water stops and there was a moment of silence as the shower door closes. The floor creeks as Lilith rounds the corner into the living room wrapped in a towel, "Just remember, no meat." It appears I am the "gofor."
"Where's a 7-Eleven when you need one?" I sigh as I head to the door, "Be back in a bit." I close the door and head down the hall to the elevator. The woman next door is also leaving; she looks at me and smiles, "Glad to see you weren't on that train."
"Train?" I ask, trying to sound like I haven't a clue.
"They just said on the news that a subway train derailed killing nine and injuring ten."
I push the button to go down, "Do they know the cause?"
"If they do, they haven't announced it yet."
We step onto the elevator and the woman pushes the button for the first floor, "What are you doing out so late?"
"I'm on the night shift this week. You?" The elevator stops on the second and a young couple gets on.
I scratch me chin, "Munchy run. No one else wanted to go."
"I see." The elevator reachs the destination and we get off, "There's a small shop about a block east, they have a bit of a variety."
"Thanks." I wave as the lady heads off opposite my current direction. I open the door and step out into the cool night.

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Saturday, September 23, 2006

Last Action Hero
I'm always amazed at how few old song and movie references the newer generations actually understand. Growing up I was here for the advent of the computers (80-90) So I've gone though alot, seen alot and listened to alot of music. My current collection includes the big hair bands of the 60-70, the old school jazz, the old school blues, massive 80's sets, a bit of 90's( mostly alternative, Dave mathews, Hooty and the blowfish, Police, and so on.)
I once amazed a few grandpeople with my knowledge of Nat King Cole. I know all the original versions of the songs Britney and her copies sing. All the rap remakes, the R&B remixes. I've been through it all.
Hell, the title of this blog is a Schwarzenegger movie from 93.

Anyway, heres the last part of the chapter I started last post(Read it if you haven't):

There was something going on, a fire fight. The two ran to the corner of the corridor; Junsei peered around. A nurse and someone else were held up in sick bay. The hall was filled with debris and a few dead bodies. Junsei turned to Ayumi, “ I want you to run to the room on the right as fast as you can. ” Ayumi nodded. Junsei edged to the corner of the left wall and called to the other two, “We are in need of shelter. I am sending one now.” The nurse nodded as she fired into the enemy, “ Run Ayumi! ” Ayumi tripped a little as she started to run, Junsei spun around and started to fire.

Everything went black. There was a loud ringing in her ears. Junsei rubbed her eyes, her sight was blurry and she couldn’t hear anything but the ringing. She pushed herself against the wall and sat herself up. There was an explosion. Something cold ran down her right arm, she looked at it. A piece of metal was lodged in her shoulder. She limply turned her head to look at the hall, a small body lay covered with debris. Ayumi!

Junsei crawled with her good arm over to the girl’s side, “Ayumi?” She started to clear away the debris. Someone knelt next to her and helped. It was the other person, not the nurse; her face was covered in soot and blood.
Once the debris was cleared, Junsei checked Ayumi’s pulse. Not again. She felt it; it was slow, but it was there. The woman picked her up and carried her back to the room. Junsei followed. As they entered, the nurse began to restack the storage containers for cover. “Rina, how is she?” She asked.

The woman grabbed the triquarter by the door and scanned Ayumi, “Not good, her pulse is continuing to drop and she has internal bleeding.”
Junsei started to scrounge through a near by bin. She took out two vials, one with a green solution and the other with a clear. She opened up another and took out an adrenaline shot. After emptying some of the shot, she put both the green and clear solutions in it to fill it back up. The nurse looked back up as Junsei sat next to Ayumi’s body, “What’s that?” The nurse asked as Junsei started to feel around Ayumi’s chest. She noticed the color of the solution in the shot, “She is not immune, you’ll kill her.”

Junsei ignored the nurse and pressed on Ayumi’s sternum. She took a deep breath as she moved her hand, “Hold her down.” The nurse looked at Junsei trying to will her to stop with her eyes, but complied all the same. Junsei stabbed the needle into Ayumi’s heart. The nurse tensed as Ayumi started to convulse. The woman scanned Ayumi again, “Her pulse is rapid, she’s hyperventilating.”
The nurse looked at Junsei, “I told you not to do that!”

Junsei ignored her again and went over to a storage cabinet. She opened it and removed everything from it. She then pressed on the back wall, a small door opened. In it were four hypos with a red solution in them. She took one and altered the default dosage to her size and age. Breathing deep, she injected it into her neck. Her body tensed and the room began to spin.

“Her pulse is steadying,” The woman informed, “She is in an almost stasis like sleep. The internal bleeding has slowed because of it.”
The nurse breathed a sigh or relief, “I can’t believed that worked.” The nurse looked at Junsei, who was removing the containers from the door, “What are you doing now?”
“Need to charge my shields.” She said flatly.
“How did you know that shot would work?”
“Adrenaline makes the blood move faster, barrier solution protects the DNA, tyrium promotes healing.” Junsei’s voice trailed as she left the room.
The nurse shook her head and went back to looking over Ayumi, “Poor girl.”
“Which one?” The woman asked.
“Good question. Who is that girl?”
“Don’t know. I think she’s originally from the Raven.” The woman looked out the door; Junsei was kneeling by one of the bodies, “That blood on her, I don’t think it’s her own. She has a sword on her back pack.”
“You think she fought with that all the way here?”
“At least till she picked up one of their rifles.”
The nurse shivered, “Scary.”
“I’ve heard rumors,”
“Rumors?”
“That a girl her age has been doing training at fairly high levels in the simulator.”
“Why would she do that?”
“Don’t know,” The woman noticed Junsei walking back, “What ever the reason, I don’t think she wants anyone to know.”

The woman made room for Junsei to enter, “Where is everyone else?” Junsei asked as she sat against the wall by the door.
The woman shook her head, “I think they were captured. Those of us that are left must either be because of they ran out of holding space or they couldn’t teleport us from the rooms we were in.”
“Maybe,” Junsei sighed, “Who are they, anyway?”
“Zanearians.” The nurse answered, “They breathe methane, which is why they have the suits. Their technology rivals our own.”
“That explains the cut off.”

Junsei got up and went over to a cabinet. She took out some gauze and pulled the shrapnel from her arm, “But in all likelihood the bridge is still safe.” She spoke through her teeth as she wrapped her wound, “Problem is, there is currently no way to get there. The access path is out there somewhere and there are probably more of them on the upper decks.” She tossed the gauze back into the cabinet, “But we can’t hold out much longer here.” She knelt next to the nurse and looked at Ayumi, “How is she?”
“Same as before, still in a coma.” The nurse brushed Ayumi’s bangs from her eyes, “Where did you learn to fight?”
Junsei stood up, “Keep watch over her, I need to get to engineering.”
The other two looked at Junsei, wide eyed, “What?!”
“If I can reset the drive, I can get a distress call out to the Raven. “
The nurse stood up and stopped Junsei from walking away, “No! I won’t allow it.”
Junsei clinched her fists and lowered head, “Let go of me,” Her tone was low and harsh, “What does it matter why I fight? Someone has to do it.” She twisted out of the nurse’s grasp, “Do you always give up so easily?” With that she left sick bay.

Why do people have to be so nosey? Junsei fell against the lift doors, her breathing raspy and her body felt heavy. I’ll show them, I will protect Ayumi. No matter what. She took the hypo from her pocket and injected some more into her neck. Just a little bit more. She turned to the door and wedged a piece of shrapnel into the crack, prying the door open. The air inside the shaft was stagnant. Junsei stepped out into the shaft and flew up a few decks. From here I need to get to the access shaft that runs through decks ten and twelve. Once on twelve I need to move up to eleven and then down to fourteen.

Sprinting down the debris filled corridor, Junsei checked the doors. Most were locked; others were already cleaned out. She needed more weapons.


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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

flash dance
My brain feels better today. I had all of yesterday to clear it out while I played Kingdom Hearts 2.

It's one of those things.

And now a peek at my most recent set of chapters for my book:


“ So all of the kids have classes here? ” Ayumi said as the teacher started the lesson.
“ Since they don’t have a permanent home like I do. ” Junsei sighed, “ It’s just the way things worked out. The families found it easier to do it this way. ”
All together there were ten kids in the class; given the crew count, it was reasonable. Their age ranged from 8-12 but they all were learning at the same educational level training. Junsei ideally scrolled through the lesson plan as Ayumi tried her best to listen in on the lesson. “ It’s all so advanced. ” Ayumi said with vivid amazement, “ Do you know it all, Junsei-chan? ”
“ A bit. I take the classes that are going on when I have time. ”
Ayumi flopped forward onto the desk, resting her head on her arms, “ Geez, I can barely keep up with regular school work. ”
“ I don’t do the homework. I just sit in like this. All the things I learn are self study or my parents help me once in a while. ”
“ You are some genius. ”
Junsei shook her head, “ No, I just work hard. I still don’t really get trigonometry. ”
Ayumi sat back up, “ But that’s still high school level. I’m having enough trouble with multiplication and division. ”
Junsei patted Ayumi’s head, “ That’s fine with me. ”
Ayumi brushed Junsei’s hand off, “ Stop it, it’s embarrassing. ”

The class moved along the lesson plan fairly well, deviating only at the whim of the teacher. Junsei enjoyed watching Ayumi’s face. She made so many expressions trying to understand what was going on. I can’t believe I tried to get her involved. It’s just too complicated for someone as innocent as her. All it will do is make her worry about how it is affecting me and whether or not she can do anything to help. “Junsei-chan.” What can I even do? Biku-san, why is he so afraid?
“Junsei-chan?” Ayumi tapped on Junsei’s shoulder, Junsei looked at her, “ You okay? ”
Junsei shook her head, “ It’s nothing. ”
Ayumi put her hand on Junsei’s forehead, “ You’ve been spacing all day. Are you sure you are all right. ”
Junsei took Ayumi’s hand from her forehead and held it, “ Yeah, thanks for your concern. ”
“ I’m sure they’re fine. ”
Junsei smiled, “ It’s not that, it’s just… ” The room went dark and the emergency lights turned on, “Huh?”
Ayumi looked around, “ What’s going on? ”
“ I don’t know. ” Junsei looked over at the teacher; she was at the comm. panel, “Teacher, what’s wrong?”
The teacher turned around, “I can’t reach the bridge.”
“Did you try a priority line?”
The teacher nodded, “Yes, still nothing.”

A cold chill went down Junsei’s spine. Her hands started to shake, “No, no, no, no,” She started to mumble. Why now? Her heart clinched. Go aw “AAAAAAAAAAYYY!!” Junsei screeched, hunching over wrapping her arms around herself. Her whole body trembled violently as she rocked back and forth.
“Junsei-chan.” Ayumi went to hold Junsei but stopped as the teacher arrived.
“Junsei? What’s wrong?”
“We have to get out of here.” Junsei whispered through her tears.
“What do you mean?”
“We’re going to die!!” Junsei yelled, “We have to get somewhere safe.” She stood abruptly and ran out of the room. The teacher tried to follow but the door was locked from the outside

Junsei ran down the hall counting the rooms; she stopped at one on the end and palmed it. The door opened and she dashed inside. Her eyes quickly searched the room looking for a weapon’s cache. She checked the closet, there was a secret panel. Two pulse rifles, one flash grenade, and seven force locks. This’ll have to do. She emptied the cache into a back pack and quickly left the room. After searching the immediate hallway, she went back to the classroom.

“Junsei-chan!” Ayumi ran over to Junsei as she entered, “ What’s going on? ”
Junsei didn’t answer, instead she took off the pack and opened it, “Teacher, can you fire a rifle?”
“I’m a sharpshooter,” The teacher’s expression changed, “Wait, what does that have to do with anything?”
Junsei tossed her one of the rifles, “We’re under attack; we need to get to the bridge.”
“What!?”
“The bridge is highly reinforced, the children will be safe there.” Junsei put the grenade on her belt, “We need to move now.” Se put the pack on and picked up the other rifle.
Ayumi grabbed Junsei’s arm, “ Under attack? ”
Junsei looked at her, “ Don’t worry, just stay near me. ” She moved to the door, Ayumi clung on, “Teacher,”
The teacher looked over at Junsei, she had a better grasp of the situation now, “Yes?”
“Keep the children between us, I’ll lead.”

The teacher nodded. Junsei opened the door and peeked out, clear. She moved slowly out of the room and went right down the corridor. She could feel Ayumi’s fear, “ It will be all right Ai-chan. ” Ayumi nodded nervously. Junsei took a left at the end of the corridor. Everyone on the deck must be on duty. Junsei paused the group as she checked a room. I don’t get it. They started to move again. Right, left, right, dead end. Junsei opened up the hatch to the maintenance tunnel, “Take everyone up two decks, teacher.” The teacher nodded and lead the children into the tunnel. Junsei watched as the last crawled in, “ Ai-chan, your turn. ” Ayumi nodded and crawled in; Junsei followed closing the hatch and placed a force lock on it.

As Junsei reached the second deck, she closed the access door on the ladder and placed another force lock. She crawled to the front of the group, “There are eleven, count them as they exit, I’ll secure the crossway.”
“Right.” The teacher slid over to let Junsei through the hatch.
Junsei crawled out and ran down to the end of the corridor, clear. She waved to the teacher to let the children through. The teacher gave a thumbs up saying that they were all there. The murmur of the class was low but noticeable, that could become a problem. Junsei ran across the ‘T’ hall to the next section of their current run and began to pull security. The rest of the class came across and with them Ayumi. Junsei smiled as she huddled close, “ Doing okay? ”
Ayumi nodded, still unable to speak.
“ Good. ” Junsei nudged her forward, “ Stay with the rest of the group, I’ll be right behind you. ”

Switching who was in the lead, Junsei and the teacher made it up to the next deck. One more deck to go. There was still no sign of an enemy, but Junsei could feel it somehow. Yet, where was everyone else? There should be some of the other crew running around. Junsei watched Ayumi as the group rounded the corner of another empty corridor; she wasn’t saying anything but you could see it in her face. She was frightened, very frightened. Junsei shook away her worries, not right now. I need to get the group to safety. I’ll help her then.

Junsei stopped the group as they reached one of the last intersections; the feeling was getting stronger. She peered around the corner, men wearing pitch black environment suits were grouped at the end of the dim hall. “Shit.” She turned around and did her best to huddle the group, “Okay, here’s what we need to do. Teacher, on my signal run like hell with the group the tunnel. It’s down and left at the next intersection. Get the class in.”
“What about you?” The teacher asked.
“I need to give you guys cover. I’ll be right behind you.”
“But,” The teacher tried to object.
“No buts,” Before the teacher could say any more, Junsei went back to the intersection. She took the grenade from her belt and breathed deep. She pulled the pin and threw it; the bright flash caused the men in suits the react, “Everyone run!” Junsei yelled as she rounded the corner and started to fire her rifle. The drumming of foot steps was barely audible over the fire fight. Junsei moved quickly across the hall and trotted backwards firing as the enemy came into view. “Junsei!” The teacher yelled from the tunnel entrance.
Junsei staggered back as a few rounds hit her shields, “What?”
“Your friend isn’t here!”
Junsei rounded the corner and looked back at the teacher, “Get in and lock the hatch.”
“I’ll wait,”
“NOW!!” More rounds hit Junsei’s shields, “I can’t stay like this.”
The teacher clinched her pride and closed the hatch. Junsei fired into the on coming group, her shields running low. “Ai-chan!” She called over the fight, “ Where are you? ” The last from the current group fell, Junsei lowered her weapon breathing hard, “ Ai-chan, can you hear me? ” She ran down the hall, “Ai-chan?” There was a scream as Junsei rounded the corner. One of the men had Ayumi by the neck, NO!
“Put her down!” Junsei aimed her weapon at the man and fired; a shield deflected the pulse. What? She fired again, same affect. Ayumi flailed helplessly in the man’s grip, “LET GO OF HER!” The man looked at Junsei, the environmental mask covered his face. Junsei’s breathing became more erratic, her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest. She pulled a small sword from the side of her back pack, “I SAID LET GO OF MY AYUMI!!” Junsei charged, unsheathing the sword. The man dropped Ayumi and turned to fight Junsei. As Junsei came closer the man went to punch, Junsei quickly spun around and cut the man’s arm in half. He staggered back in pain as a cloud of gas came out of the suit. Junsei ran the sword into the man’s gut and twisted it. The man hunched over, Junsei let him fall to the ground. She rolled him over and pulled out the sword, “Bastard.” She spat.

Ayumi lay motionless on the floor near by, Junsei turned limply to look at her. She’s not moving; Junsei kneeled next to Ayumi’s body and checked her pulse. Nothing. She started CPR, 1,2,3; breathe; 1,2,3; breathe; 1,2,3; come on breathe…
Ayumi’s body shook slightly as she coughed. Junsei sat her up against her own body, “ Ayumi, can you hear me? ” Ayumi lifted her head and looked dazedly at Junsei, her eyes went wide and she started to tremble. She pushed away from Junsei and backed herself against the wall, “Ayumi?” Junsei tried to move closer, but Ayumi still kept her distance, “ What’s wrong? ” Ayumi pointed in her direction; Junsei turned around.

More were coming. Junsei quickly picked up the sword and sped towards the enemy. They fired, the pulses hit the shields. Junsei leapt from the floor and ran along the wall cutting the first in the neck. She pushed off the wall moving to the other cutting the next enemy in the back and neck. The last went to strike her with his weapon, Junsei blocked it and stabbed him in the heart and cut him through his side. Her feet touched the floor again as the last fell. Her hands felt numb. She looked over at Ayumi, she was still curled in fear.

Junsei ran back over, “ We have to get moving. ” Ayumi shook her head, “ I know you’re scared but we need to get somewhere safe. ” Junsei took Ayumi’s hand and stood her up, “ Let’s go. ” Junsei started to run; Ayumi staggered to get into step. A salvo of weapon’s fire came at the next intersection. Junsei pulled Ayumi behind the corner and ran out to meet the enemy. The first few shots she was able to dodge but the next set took out her shields. She moved faster, trying to out think the group. She downed two with one strike, one by using him as a shield and the last by stabbing him in the face.

Trembling slightly, Junsei knelt down and cut open the suit of one of the men. She took out the power supply and plugged her shield belt into it. She let it charge for a minute and grabbed one of their rifles before returning to Ayumi, “ We, ” Junsei coughed, she felt light headed, “ We’re almost there. Please be strong. ” She took Ayumi’s hand again and they started to run. When they reached the next tunnel, Ayumi hesitated, “ There are no bad guys in there. So please hurry and get in. ” Ayumi nodded, it looked like she had given up. As the two exited into the access shaft Junsei embraced Ayumi and rose up to the next deck, “ I’m here. You’ll be safe. ” Junsei kissed Ayumi’s cheek, “ So please, be strong for me. ” She lead Ayumi down the next tunnel and out into the corridor.

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Monday, September 18, 2006

Help me *gurgle*
My brains have leaked out on to the floor. Drool in comencing.

I've felt like that all day, brains. I can't even write this without *gurgle* blanking out.

Let's see, brains, lately I've been reading the Detective Lynley novels by Elizabeth George. She's a great writer.
I had watched the Mystery! TV adaptation with my mom before I left to out here. Enjoyed those throughly.

But that isn't helping at the moment *gurgle*, brains.

NNM
I am zombie, yeah, brains
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Saturday, September 16, 2006

Relations
I am a very big gamer. Mostly RPGs, a few shooters and like 5 hack n slash. Everytime I have a choice of characters, I usually choose the girl. Even when I go Dnd like games, I usually choose a female role.
Sometimes I know the reason, others I don't.
Maybe I wish I was a girl.... No, that isn't it.................. I should pack away that dress in my closet............. damn...........

Anyway, what made me start to think about it was, I was playing Disgeia last night and relived that all the characters I use, apart from the main, are female. I do have male characters in my group, but I rarely use them.
I'm kinda wondering if any of you can relate.

Yeah, I need to get back home so I have more things to talk about.

NNM
Wait for it.
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Panty Shot!
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Thursday, September 14, 2006

Things
As y'all can see, I've went and changed my pic. Mmm, sexy.

Anyway, I've been back from the desert resort for a couple days and have been like so brain dead as to what I should write, for a post or a story. At first I figured I would jump on the boat with all those people who wrote about what 9/11 meant to them and about the day it happened.
But I couldn't.

I'm a very cynical person. Though I don't know if any of you have seen that yet. When things like 9/11, Colombine, Gitmo happen, the first feelings I have are that of, "Oh gee, what a surprise." Maybe working with all those psychologists and profilers and stuff has desensetized me to criminal acts. I remember thinking about the things in the 9/11 plan that the enemy could have been done better. It's the way I always think; analyze the enemy, think like the enemy and so forth.
I just read Ayumi-chan's post, and it seems another school shooting has happened; in Canada no less. I thought that place was, like, crime free. My first thought about that was, "What a slap dash approach."
I do think about others feelings and about the way things are changing around people, but alot of the time that comes secondary to sympathizing (Not the best word but it describes it good enough) with the enemy.

I've never really thought about stopping my research or the help I give. It is my specialty, reading people, there's nothing else I'm all that good at. Engineering maybe, but that is becoming harder and harder to find a job in since everyone wants them.

I don't know, at this point in my life maybe I shouldn't be so mid-life crisis-ish. *shrugs* Man, I haven't gotten so deep in thought like that for a while.

NNM
My apologies if I offended anyone *bows deeply*
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Sunday, September 10, 2006

I'm so bad
I remember saying that I should sleep. Well I know I said it in a comment to Ayumi-chan, But yeah. I should get some sleep.
It's like 2:30 in the morning here. Most people are in bed at this point, even me. But no, not at this point.
I don't even know what I should do with my time.
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OMG! There's alcohol!
I can drink in this desert resort.
Wait
I don't drink
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn

Eh, whatever.

I continue to write what ever comes to me. but that isn't always good. ie, the one piece about the sacrifice. Though it is funny, Jungy you messed up kid, as she's pointed out.
Lets see. I'm going to pimp some singers:

Rurutia-A freaking angel, no other way to describe her

Ai Otsuka-You have to hear her to believe, Very unique

Lena Park- Strong voice, wonderful flow, listen now!

YUI- Listen, you qont regret it. Beautiful voice.

Valen Hsu-Wonderous voice, beautiful love ballads, some make me cry.

Maaya Sakamoto- Most of you should know her, but I'll pimp her anyway. Listen Now!


As far as the next piece of the story I started as a way to get back into the grove on my book, I might have something later this week, maybe.

Catch y'all on the flip side of death.
NNM
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