RogueIce wrote:Rob Wilson wrote:Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Sprig of mistletoe and a raid to conduct on the SOS:NBA HQ. "Give me smoochies, or give me death!"
Ohh ohh! Can I be your backup on this one, and save you from the horrors of multiple kisses?
I am learning, after all.
The Mess - Currently in orbit of the world containing the hidden SOS:NBA base.
In the main docking bay, the Sentinels were going through final preps under the watchful gaze of SpongyBlue, in the Fighter bay Wicked Pilot and J1J2J3 do a last confirmation walk around their O-Wings. And gathered in the Main hall The CSM notices his OC nod.
"
COMPANY. Company, shun!" He fires off a quick salute to the approaching Guyver and Jegs2. They move into position infront of the Mercenary company, and return the salute. "Company all present and Correct - flight crews at their posts, Sir."
Guyver nods, "Very well, carry on Sgt-Major."
"Company, Stand at Ease. Stand Easy." The CSM turns his gaze over every man, woman and alien present. "Ears open; Mouths closed. Look in for the OC's briefing."
His Camoflagued armour, fitting him like a second skin, Guyver looked with pride upon the fine company he led. "Everyone, this mission is of the upmost importance. For too long has the SOS:NBA resisted our advances. Again and again, brave men, and yes Women also have fallen before them. But tonight that ends, tonight we fight back, tonight we unleash - the Mistletoe!"
The Roar of approval was near-deafening, and the chant began "Mistle-toe. Mistle-toe. Mistle-toe."
With a wave of his hands, a grinning Guyver hushed them and continued. "This is a dangerous mission, once in their base the Hormaone levels will be near fatal. Should your anti-estrogen injects wear off..." He shook his head, "You will be remembered for your noble deeds, what ever comfort that may bring." He indicated ESB stood to the left of the Company formation. "The Medic wil be carrying spare ampules of testosterone, but to stand a chance you must administer them immediately." He looked around at the determined faces around him "This is it. Stick to the plan, remember your drills and watch each others backs. The PSAO has volunteered to mount a diversionary assault on the rear of the SOS:NBA members..." A puzzled look at his notebook, then a shrug, "Obviously a typo, should probably be the rear of the SOS:NBA base. Either way, remember he's out there and behind them, confirm your targets before deploying your mistletoe, this is The Mess not GALE force. I realise that there will be a high level of confusion in there, but don't get that confused."
A last check of the Notepad, then "Company Sgt Major!"
"Sir!"
"Get them on the vehicles."
"Sir!"
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In the security room of the SOS:NBA, Marina was glaring at her monitor. Obviously one of the younger members had been in here at some point, as the Radar screen was currently displaying a screensaver of Orlando Bloom with very little clothing. "Jmac, or Raven? Damn, but why can't this lot just take our Security seriously?" She shook her head at the laxness shown and pressed a key. Nothing happened. Frowning she pressed it again, and again nothing happened. Her other hand hovered over the alarm button - but if she signaled yet another false alarm Zaia would scold her again. That said, she was sexy when she was angry... Her hand moved to the comms button instead. "This is The Duchess, who was last on Monitor duty?"
"I was." The voice was unmistakably Innerbrat's, and Marina knew she was currently going through a Viggo phase. Her hand slammed down on the Alarm. "Everybody to battle-stations, our security system has been compromised!"
"Marina, we don't have battle-stations, this is a clubhouse not a Warship." Came the reply from Innerbrat as she tried to be heard over the klaxons.
Swearing, Marina grabbed her leather jacket and made ready to leave the now useless security room "Then prepare to repel boarders, there's men in the area." She closed the intercom and hit the Estrogen gas release switch, then headed for the main entrance.
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The Sentinels hit the ground with Doors open and troops already debarking, above them the O-wings destroyed the last of the Automated defence turrets and swung back to target the Pink Blast doors that fronted the entry to the target base. In an explosion of Lavender surrounds and Pot-pouri mix the base was breached.
"All Callsigns, we're in. Go! Go! Go!" Barked the CSM. With an almighty surge the Company thrust into the opening. 1plt heading deep into the Base seeking to pentrate as far as possible and soften up the defenders. 2 plt deployed their heavy weapons to the flanks to prevent a counter-act and and 3 plt formed the main attack, hitting the spots that 1 plt had designated. Around the base the Heavy Vehicle Section were split into 2 units, one each to surround and grab the Domes where the SOS:NBA were said to store both Food and Drink.
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RogueIce and Edi moved slowly through the base, their penetration had been quick and the sounds of fighting were actually well behind them. Their designated task was to hit the Security room and destroy the Estrogen system to prevent more gas flooding the base on a continuing basis. The only noise was the gentle patter of the Mistletoe bouncing off their helmets, so they heard the sound of running boots ahead, before the owners appeared. They took up positions and waited with the mistletoe ready. A red-haired woman in a leather jacket and a Blonde woman in a long black dress rounded the other end of the corridor and barely managed to stop before running into the troopers. "Freeze ladies. We have Mistletoe and we're not afraid to use it." RogueIce barked out.
"Oh dear," Quavered the redhead, "Whatever shall we do?" She turned and looked into the eyes of the Blonde, which seemed to twinkle in the light. "With all this mistletoe around, all a girl can do is kiss... another girl." And with that she embraced the blonde and kissed her passionately, her hands moving across the dress's every curve. Poor RI never stood a chance his head exploded a mere millisecond before his heart stopped - a brief look of exstacy on his face, from his lips could be heard a tremulous "
I regret nothing.". Edi lasted a second longer, before his spine melted and his knee's turned to jelly. His face, a rictor of pleasure, strangely white as blood was pumped elsewhere.
Marina looked round, still holding Innerbrat. "Men. All too easy." She shook her head and grabbed the mistletoe off Edi's helmet, placing it in IB's cleavage. "Something for later." She said with a wink.
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"Excuse me kind sir."
Knife spun round, crouched ready for danger. of course his head was now at cleavage level for the ravishing young brunette infront of him. Quick as a flash he deployed his mistletoe, instinct hurling his body backwards into a roll and he arrived 10 feet away his head turning and looking for any other enemy.
"Why sir. That was amazing, and very, very macho." The womans ample bosom heaved as she sighed, and clasped the sprig of mistletoe to her cheek. "It just makes me come over all giddy." And her knee's buckled.
Again instinct drove Knife as he dived across the room and grabbed her before she hit the floor. "Ma'am, are you ok?"
"Oh what an incredible man you are." Her eye turned to the mistletoe in her hands and her lips parted as her head moved up to his. The kiss was long and slow and went on for an age. As it finished Raven Ford allowed the asphysiated body to slump to the floor. "Poor fool. Mistletoe just makes me more dangerous." She reached for a pendant shaped like an acorn that sat in her cleavage and pressed a concealed button. Then with a jaunty spring in her step she went looking for more victims.
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Outside Coyote viewed the area around his position. The converted AT-TE gave an excellent view of the area but for some reason the drivers were having a hard time keeping it stable now. "Damn it, stop moving us around will you." He Barked.
"But Sgt, that's not us, it's the ground - it's moving." The Driver indicated the readouts, and sure enough there was considerable local seismic disturbances.
"Surely the SOS, don't have AT-AT's." Coyote murmured to himself.
"Sgt, look!" The Driver called out in panic, pointing towards the treeline to thier front. "Giant Squirrels!"
"Deploy the cannon's, send the Biker scouts out to the flanks and get the troops dug in, I'm calling in Air support."
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At the Command post, the CSM's head shot up on hearing about the attack on 2 plt. "Squirrels... but that can only mean..." He dived across the tent and grabbed the Company Comms "All Plt and Section Commanders, be advised that Raven Ford is in the Base, do not deploy Misteltoe against short, cute Brunettes with long hair and Southern Accents. Over."
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" - and Southern Accents. Over." the voice over the discarded helmet was tinny but unmistakable. Raven smiled as she lowered the spent body of GrandMoffYenchin to the ground. "Too late Rob. too late by far, sugah."
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Above the beleagured Left flank the O-Wings swooped down. Their load out quickly switched at
The Mess and delivered in a long, low-level run. Thousands of acorns littered the area and the giant squirrels quickly scampered to collect them. Any that didn't, fell prey to the O-wings rear guns. Completing a long curved bank, the fighter/bombers moved to do the same to the Right Flank.
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Consequences and Jegs2 moved stealthily into the command centre of the SOS, and surveyed the scene. "Somethings wrong sir." Whispered Consequences. He'd been concealed inside the base for 2 days now and the repeated testosterone shots meant he possessed a beard you could hide a tank in.
"You're right Sgt. Where are they all?" Jegs2 trusted his most senior agent, but even without any specialist knowledge, an empty command centre during an attack was definitely wrong.
Consequences twitched his nose, "Sir, can you smell sawdust?" Before the Inteligence officer could reply small figures appeared from the shadows. "Sir, Demonic, ninja Hamsters!" The cardboard tubes were in Consequences hands before he finished shouting his warning. They arced through the air and whereever they landed Hamsters pounced on them.
Jegs2 flung a small sphere at a leaping hamster "I choose you, you furry rodent" The hamster landing on the floor trapped in a clear perspex ball, unable to escape.
"No one makes pokemon jokes about my hamsters!" And with a flourish a small sword sliced the Ball open - Fighter of Foo had joined the battle.
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Perinquus surveyed the boutique to his front. The Main force of SOS:NBA was here and the crippling power of the Mistletoe firing E-Webs was swingin it in 3 plts favour. He was worried that no one had been able to raise 1 plt on the net for a while but knew, that the best chance lay in his plt completing their mission , with the enemy defeated in detail any stragglers could be mopped up and 1 plt found.
Then the doors at the far end crashed open and a Figure in gleaming armour strode forth. A banner flowed behind it, depicting a Black Mage on a leash held by a Noble woman.
"Here's a little something I learnt from my House slave" Shouted Lady Tevar
"ESTROGEN-DOKEN!". The pink blast of power struck a ringing blow against the power armour of the 3 plt troops, men falling to the floor in a daze.
"Medics! For the Love of Wong, where are the medics?"
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In the Command post Lonestar relayed the news from all fronts - 1 plt had taken some objectives, but the Plt Commander and Sgt were both missing, presumed Kissed. There were sporadic reports of two women seducing each other in front of the men but these coud not be confirmed as no one would answer the follow-up requests. Tsyroc had been deployed to aid the Intel Section in thier fight against Foo, apparently harpoon guns work just as well against hamsters as they do Mon Calamari (he'd said something about foot long shish kebabs).
Closer to the CP, 3plt was successfully beating back Lady Tevar with concentrated Mistletoe E-web barrages, though casualties were said to be horrific (some of the injured being so far gone they were commenting on the Decor and the pro's and cons of strappy-back shoes.).
On the plus side, the report from heavy Vehicles was that the Domes were firmly in their grasp and the control systems were responding well to Mr Beans expert touch.
2 plt had suffered some casualties, with reports of severe nibbling and some troopers having allergic reactions to the mass shelling of the acorns. As far as he could see, they were winning this.
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"Excuse me kind sir." Raven batted her eyelids and approached the trooper with his back towards her. He turned and she saw who he was - "Wilkens!" Acting as fast as she could she opened her mouth and dove for his face. Too late, a photo was held in her way. "David Boreanaz?" She faltered. Another photo joined the first, "Orlando?" In a panic she could feel the flush spreading across her belly and moving towards her breasts. A third Photo joined the others "Ewan?" The flush reached her bosom and as the blood was pumped to the expanse of skin there was too little to keep the rest of her going. She slumped to the floor in a dead faint.
Gently Greg plasti-cuffed her and lifted her onto his shoulder, "Could have been worse Raven, I could have shown you the fourth picture - me in my Dress Blues."
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With satisfaction Guyver recieved the report of Ravens capture; along with the defeat of Foo (Consequences and tsyroc would be missed), the suppression of Tevar, and the securing of Marina and InnerBrat (The naked pictures of Liv tyler had proved most useful) that meant that the base was nigh on secure. Kat had been brought down by a sacrificial mass cuddle (all of 2 section, 3 plt had been lost in that one), Muse was currently at large, but only Huggle pounced troopers causing confusion, and cuteness but no casualties. Only Zaia and Jmac were unreported.
"Sgt-Major, get the QRF together, we're going in there ourselves. It feels too wimpy to be out here now."
"Sir, with all due respect. Until Zaia and Jmac are found there is a clear and present danger to you in there. Hell even Marina and Innerbrat are only Suppressed, until they are firmly bound-up they are still a threat."
"Sgt-major. I respect your appraisal, but I think we've entered End-game here. This battle has climaxed, we've won." With that Guyver strode from the Command Post and headed into the SOS:NBA base.
The CSM followed at his heels, his eyes searching the shadows. He dived on Guyver, leapfrogging over him and onto the threat he had seen, "Look out. Breasts!" He landed on Zaia, his body covering her Weapons of Mass Temptation.
"Sgt-Major, Nooooooo." Guyver looked on in horror as the Breasts detonated, their awesome attraction clamping the CSM's helpless body to them as the nipples punched through his armour. With his dying breathe Rob grabbed the Mistletoe from his helmet and brought his head closer to Zaia's, "This is for Dalton."
Troops flooded the scene, practically blanketing Zaia in mistletoe. ESB pushed through and began administering Testosterone by the Gallon to the mortally wounded CSM.
From the other side, an ethereal figure moved forwards. Her long brunette hair framing her face. "It did not have to be this way." Said Jmac, "If only you men would learn to embrace our breasts, not fear them. Here in SOS:NBA, we believe in making love, not war. Let us call a truce, we will tend to your injured and then we shall play together in the pool of Baby Oil. In this season of goodwill, all should be together - Love may be a four letter word to you, but so is Orgy."
Guyver looked at the wounded around him, "You speak a lot of sense ma'am. I'll send out the signal immediately." He turned and was surprised to find Lonestar right beside him, the Company Comms system on his back.
"Sir, reports from the Survivors of 1 plt, they have prisoners. Apparently the young ladies were in a state of shock - something about being grabbed on the ass and having rude things suggested to them."
Guyver smiled, "Well at least we know Captain Wong is alright.".
Merry Christmas.
