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Post by The Messiah of Human Torture on Sept 4, 2010 20:48:21 GMT -5
*A loud explosion is heard in the distance causing all kinds of debris to scatter everywhere*
"Boss, what the FUCK is going on!?" Iser called out, desperately to his radio
A war that spreads into the outer reaches of space
"This is bad...president's dead!"
"WHAT!?"
"I'm all that's left in this flank if it wasn't for that fleet, boss."
"They lost their commander...and you're the only one who has any experience left...so I sent them over to pick you up. We don't have much choice now. You're in charge, general."
"G-General!?"
A youth takes charge of the most important fleet in this war, but can he handle the pressure?
"We need to retreat, Mr. Iser!"
"Not this time...there's an opening on the left frank. Mint's cruiser should be able to penetrate their line and we can do our damage."
"Bu-but sir! She's the most inexperienced one of the bunch!"
"Trust me."
Youthful courage can only get one so far...
"She did the job...but now she's hurt..." Iser mutters to himself as he angerly punches the wall, "It's all my fault!"
Doubt seems to surpress the mind
"One can't be afraid of death...even for those who you care so much for..."
(Soon, some highlights of Iser's sword fighting, and blood are shown everywhere as suspenceful music blares throughout)
"The Original Galactic Fleet..."
*An XWA Production*
(Rated R)
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