The Return (IC/OPEN)

[Lancearc]

Cym decided to simply give the gun to George as he'd requested, as she knew that she wasn't going to be doing much good with it. The cell not having been all that far from the entrance they'd emerged from probably helped too, as on the way there they hadn't run into any HGV men on patrol. "T-The only problem is that once...once they discover I am gone t-the entire area will be on alert." Cymitia thought aloud. She was grateful that she didn't have to walk, but even being carried by Hunter she was in incredible pain and it showed on her face. Every step Hunter took sent a throbbing pain throughout her entire being.

Entering the sewers had been an uneventful affair, but she feared that upon exiting into the HGV controlled half of the city would not be so simple. "Do you think you could c-come up with a good story for us to try and slip by with if we're spotted?" she asked, groaning in pain afterwards as Hunter had sped up his pace, making the pain that accompanied every step he took become more common. Still, it was preferable to walking in her current state.

[Mincaldenteans]

Cym decided to simply give the gun to George as he'd requested, as she knew that she wasn't going to be doing much good with it. The cell not having been all that far from the entrance they'd emerged from probably helped too, as on the way there they hadn't run into any HGV men on patrol. "T-The only problem is that once...once they discover I am gone t-the entire area will be on alert." Cymitia thought aloud. She was grateful that she didn't have to walk, but even being carried by Hunter she was in incredible pain and it showed on her face. Every step Hunter took sent a throbbing pain throughout her entire being.

Entering the sewers had been an uneventful affair, but she feared that upon exiting into the HGV controlled half of the city would not be so simple. "Do you think you could c-come up with a good story for us to try and slip by with if we're spotted?" she asked, groaning in pain afterwards as Hunter had sped up his pace, making the pain that accompanied every step he took become more common. Still, it was preferable to walking in her current state.

"If we're close enough to the front lines, George will just shoot them," Hunter huffed. Which was likely the most logical thing to do at that point. Rebel fighters were everywhere and Hunter had to make a mental note that before they closed in on rebel controlled areas, they'd have to ditch the uniforms, or at least the patches on these things. Not that all rebels were trigger happy, but he didn't want to gamble on that. "If we're stopped sooner... I don't know. We've gotten this far, we'll cross that when if it comes."

The sewers were dark, but Hunter wasn't having any difficulty in the dark to see where he was going. He told George to stay close and every so often he indicated a ditch or dip that George needed to know or else slip into the filthy waters. The rest of the trek through the sewers was met with silence and the labored breathing of Cymitia. "A few more blocks... we should be able to clear the sewers soon."

[Altito Asmoro]

Changer sat at one of the chair at the camp of the rebels at the sewer, filled with thoughts about whatever he needs to do now. His mind filled with confusions, angry, many emotions filled his emotions. He reloaded his rifle and cleaned it up. He was blinded by no knowledge so far, even with the oncoming GEE. There may be a chance for redemption in the future.

[Lancearc]

The remaining stretch of sewer until they were finally able to see moonlight was just as quite as the rest, with occasional groans from Cymitia not being the most encouraging of sounds but at least acknowledging the fact that she was still alive, something that she was most grateful for. She found she was better able to control her ragged breaths as their journey continued, but her entire body still ached and the pain was still there, even if she could now hide it better. Hopes for a nice warm bed at the shrine filled her mind already, and she even found that she was mumbling to herself words out of her fantasies, probably something she'd picked up in her days confined. She found in her relatively short but traumatic stay that she would speak to herself to have some kind of interaction with another being, to comfort herself for what it was worth.

As the grate that covered the exit pipe was opened by George, she took in the fresh air without hesitation, preferable to the rank of the sewers. "H-How far is the...how far are we from the shrine?" she asked, glancing up at Hunter. She knew this was not the same pipe they'd used to enter on the first operation into the camp, so the distance was sketchy.

Behind them, in the sewers, a near inaudible hissing could be heard, a pair of eyes watching them from the darkness, taking great lengths to stay out of sight of the strange people it had been following.

[Mincaldenteans]

The remaining stretch of sewer until they were finally able to see moonlight was just as quite as the rest, with occasional groans from Cymitia not being the most encouraging of sounds but at least acknowledging the fact that she was still alive, something that she was most grateful for. She found she was better able to control her ragged breaths as their journey continued, but her entire body still ached and the pain was still there, even if she could now hide it better. Hopes for a nice warm bed at the shrine filled her mind already, and she even found that she was mumbling to herself words out of her fantasies, probably something she'd picked up in her days confined. She found in her relatively short but traumatic stay that she would speak to herself to have some kind of interaction with another being, to comfort herself for what it was worth.

As the grate that covered the exit pipe was opened by George, she took in the fresh air without hesitation, preferable to the rank of the sewers. "H-How far is the...how far are we from the shrine?" she asked, glancing up at Hunter. She knew this was not the same pipe they'd used to enter on the first operation into the camp, so the distance was sketchy.

Behind them, in the sewers, a near inaudible hissing could be heard, a pair of eyes watching them from the darkness, taking great lengths to stay out of sight of the strange people it had been following.

"I don't know... not long I don't think." Hunter looked up to see what street they were on, but like most of the war torn front lines, it gave little indicator to where they were. He also didn't recognize this street, not with so many gutted buildings, rubble and torched areas. It looked exactly like the ones before and behind them. "Another... ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Stay with me, yeah? You've gotten this far." Hunter didn't want to hug her tighter, but the urge to do so nearly overrode his common sense.

"George, could you take point?" He asked lightly, shifting Cymitia's weight slightly in his arms.

[Lancearc]

The remaining stretch of sewer until they were finally able to see moonlight was just as quite as the rest, with occasional groans from Cymitia not being the most encouraging of sounds but at least acknowledging the fact that she was still alive, something that she was most grateful for. She found she was better able to control her ragged breaths as their journey continued, but her entire body still ached and the pain was still there, even if she could now hide it better. Hopes for a nice warm bed at the shrine filled her mind already, and she even found that she was mumbling to herself words out of her fantasies, probably something she'd picked up in her days confined. She found in her relatively short but traumatic stay that she would speak to herself to have some kind of interaction with another being, to comfort herself for what it was worth.

As the grate that covered the exit pipe was opened by George, she took in the fresh air without hesitation, preferable to the rank of the sewers. "H-How far is the...how far are we from the shrine?" she asked, glancing up at Hunter. She knew this was not the same pipe they'd used to enter on the first operation into the camp, so the distance was sketchy.

Behind them, in the sewers, a near inaudible hissing could be heard, a pair of eyes watching them from the darkness, taking great lengths to stay out of sight of the strange people it had been following.

"I don't know... not long I don't think." Hunter looked up to see what street they were on, but like most of the war torn front lines, it gave little indicator to where they were. He also didn't recognize this street, not with so many gutted buildings, rubble and torched areas. It looked exactly like the ones before and behind them. "Another... ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Stay with me, yeah? You've gotten this far." Hunter didn't want to hug her tighter, but the urge to do so nearly overrode his common sense.

"George, could you take point?" He asked lightly, shifting Cymitia's weight slightly in his arms.

Cymitia nodded in response, hoping that he was right. Her aches hadn't gotten any better by this time, and she could only assume they'd pain her even more until she got proper rest and comfort, which she craved at that point. She could tough it out though, she didn't imagine another ten or fifteen minutes of this could be compared to anything she'd experienced inside of that hateful place. She glanced up at the sky absentmindedly. It was surprisingly a clear night, uncommon for London where she found it was often overcast and wet. The many stars were visible tonight, and the half moon only enhanced the inky black image. That was one thing she liked about the surface world better than the underground cities of the Nevidus--they couldn't see such beautiful things as a clear night sky from down there.

Before they could get far, a second, much louder hiss emanated from the sewer exit. Out stepped an odd creature, some sort of reptile.

It had the stout body of a Komodo Dragon, albeit smaller, and with longer legs it was about the size of a German Shepherd, like one of the dogs that had run down Cymitia. Its head was snake-like enough, but it had ears that stood like those of many canines, the loose flaps of scales being a strange sight indeed. Much like the Nevidians, except being reptilian, its scales were of the purest white and it shared their blue eyes. Cymitia gasped slightly at the hissing creature that looked a bit frightened, before recognizing it. "A vorshaj...?" she said in disbelief, the strangely pronounced Nevidian word being the name of this creature. She glanced up at Hunter momentarily before returning her gaze to the animal. "Is it sick?" she questioned next, hoping that this creature was not hostile.

[Mincaldenteans]

Cymitia nodded in response, hoping that he was right. Her aches hadn't gotten any better by this time, and she could only assume they'd pain her even more until she got proper rest and comfort, which she craved at that point. She could tough it out though, she didn't imagine another ten or fifteen minutes of this could be compared to anything she'd experienced inside of that hateful place. She glanced up at the sky absentmindedly. It was surprisingly a clear night, uncommon for London where she found it was often overcast and wet. The many stars were visible tonight, and the half moon only enhanced the inky black image. That was one thing she liked about the surface world better than the underground cities of the Nevidus--they couldn't see such beautiful things as a clear night sky from down there.

Before they could get far, a second, much louder hiss emanated from the sewer exit. Out stepped an odd creature, some sort of reptile.

It had the stout body of a Komodo Dragon, albeit smaller, and with longer legs it was about the size of a German Shepherd, like one of the dogs that had run down Cymitia. Its head was snake-like enough, but it had ears that stood like those of many canines, the loose flaps of scales being a strange sight indeed. Much like the Nevidians, except being reptilian, its scales were of the purest white and it shared their blue eyes. Cymitia gasped slightly at the hissing creature that looked a bit frightened, before recognizing it. "A vorshaj...?" she said in disbelief, the strangely pronounced Nevidian word being the name of this creature. She glanced up at Hunter momentarily before returning her gaze to the animal. "Is it sick?" she questioned next, hoping that this creature was not hostile.

"I... let me check," Hunter said softly. He nodded to George who took Cymitia into his arms. The creature had hissed again and Hunter turned his attention to it. He still had the knife from earlier and Hunter moved the sheath to his belt, at the ready. While vorshaj could either be wild or tamed, they generally were not hostile unless provoked. Or as Cym had suggested, sick, maybe hungry. How it managed to come up to the surface was a wonder on its own, but Hunter figured if they had, why not the wilderness that came with their underground dwelling.

"Hey boy," Hunter said instinctively. He had a pet vorshaj when he was younger, though that pet acted more like a cat, if Hunter had to compare it to earth standards. It hissed again, but this time softer, as though it was assessing him. "Maybe its hungry," he said out loud to the two of them. He kind of wanted to laugh, as this would be George's first time seeing a creature like this, but he kept his focus and gaze upon the animal.

[Lancearc]

"Be careful!" Cymitia cautioned, as though speaking to a child more than the grown man he was. She giggled somewhat at the thought, and at the sight of Hunter approaching the creature only to be hissed at and pull back from the thing slightly. "We don't have anything to give it though..." Cymitia pointed out as Hunter suggested that the creature may be hungry, which she figured was a reasonable explanation for its mildly hostile behavior towards the trio. All the while, the creature only kept its eyes locked on the three people before it.

[Mincaldenteans]

"Be careful!" Cymitia cautioned, as though speaking to a child more than the grown man he was. She giggled somewhat at the thought, and at the sight of Hunter approaching the creature only to be hissed at and pull back from the thing slightly. "We don't have anything to give it though..." Cymitia pointed out as Hunter suggested that the creature may be hungry, which she figured was a reasonable explanation for its mildly hostile behavior towards the trio. All the while, the creature only kept its eyes locked on the three people before it.

"Well, I don't wanna harm it because it's hungry. Come on boy," he now addressed the animal, "easy does it..." he walked slower toward the creature. This time its gaping mouth opened slightly and a set of teeth, clear as anything in the dark because of his night vision, looked razor sharp. "You're not so bad," Hunter said, though he swallowed a nugget of nervousness down. The knife was still within reach, but unless the animal attacked, he'd try taming it first.

[Lancearc]

"Be careful!" Cymitia cautioned, as though speaking to a child more than the grown man he was. She giggled somewhat at the thought, and at the sight of Hunter approaching the creature only to be hissed at and pull back from the thing slightly. "We don't have anything to give it though..." Cymitia pointed out as Hunter suggested that the creature may be hungry, which she figured was a reasonable explanation for its mildly hostile behavior towards the trio. All the while, the creature only kept its eyes locked on the three people before it.

"Well, I don't wanna harm it because it's hungry. Come on boy," he now addressed the animal, "easy does it..." he walked slower toward the creature. This time its gaping mouth opened slightly and a set of teeth, clear as anything in the dark because of his night vision, looked razor sharp. "You're not so bad," Hunter said, though he swallowed a nugget of nervousness down. The knife was still within reach, but unless the animal attacked, he'd try taming it first.

"Still, be careful." Cymitia repeated, shaking her head at his continued attempts to approach the animal. This time its jaws opened, and the sharp teeth of the vorshaj were visible in its maw. She was nervous, hoping the creature didn't get the sudden idea to lash out and bite Hunter--the creatures were certainly capable of amputating one's arm, given how powerful their jaws were. She didn't imagine that this would be the case though, at least she certainly hoped not.

The creature let out another his, but after this one died down it didn't open its jaws for another. It kept its eyes locked on the man approaching, but seemed to be a bit more accepting of his presence.

[Mincaldenteans]

"Still, be careful." Cymitia repeated, shaking her head at his continued attempts to approach the animal. This time its jaws opened, and the sharp teeth of the vorshaj were visible in its maw. She was nervous, hoping the creature didn't get the sudden idea to lash out and bite Hunter--the creatures were certainly capable of amputating one's arm, given how powerful their jaws were. She didn't imagine that this would be the case though, at least she certainly hoped not.

The creature let out another his, but after this one died down it didn't open its jaws for another. It kept its eyes locked on the man approaching, but seemed to be a bit more accepting of his presence.

"Aw, see, just like I said, you're not so bad." Hunter approached more carefully and extended a hand out. Flight or fight, his heart was pounding. He could easily lose a hand for this and instead of following all warnings his brain screamed at him, Hunter laid his hand right on the snout of the vorshaj. It did nothing and Hunter knew it was alright with his presence, and hopefully the two behind him as well.

"I'm naming you Butters. You look like a Butters." He said with a grin. Though the animal was huge and certainly hungry, Hunter didn't think twice to keeping it. "I think we have a new companion folks," Hunter said enthusiastically. The creature liked his palm and even grunted. "Sanctuary is never going to believe this, think we ought to take it with us. Come on, boy, we're gonna get you fed."

[Lancearc]

"Still, be careful." Cymitia repeated, shaking her head at his continued attempts to approach the animal. This time its jaws opened, and the sharp teeth of the vorshaj were visible in its maw. She was nervous, hoping the creature didn't get the sudden idea to lash out and bite Hunter--the creatures were certainly capable of amputating one's arm, given how powerful their jaws were. She didn't imagine that this would be the case though, at least she certainly hoped not.

The creature let out another his, but after this one died down it didn't open its jaws for another. It kept its eyes locked on the man approaching, but seemed to be a bit more accepting of his presence.

"Aw, see, just like I said, you're not so bad." Hunter approached more carefully and extended a hand out. Flight or fight, his heart was pounding. He could easily lose a hand for this and instead of following all warnings his brain screamed at him, Hunter laid his hand right on the snout of the vorshaj. It did nothing and Hunter knew it was alright with his presence, and hopefully the two behind him as well.

"I'm naming you Butters. You look like a Butters." He said with a grin. Though the animal was huge and certainly hungry, Hunter didn't think twice to keeping it. "I think we have a new companion folks," Hunter said enthusiastically. The creature liked his palm and even grunted. "Sanctuary is never going to believe this, think we ought to take it with us. Come on, boy, we're gonna get you fed."

Cymitia sighed, rolling her eyes at the name that was incredibly silly for the rather intimidating-looking creature. Intimidating, at least, to those that didn't know its nature when properly cared for, like most Humans didn't. It was caring enough, which is why they were able to be domesticated by the Nevidus. "I think everyone at the sanctuary will enjoy his company." Cymitia agreed as she was handed back to Hunter, wincing in pain somewhat while being returned to his hold. "I hope he will not get jealous of me." she giggled somewhat, noticing that the reptilian creature was eying her closely, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was because the man that had befriended him now turned his attention to the woman he carried. "Let's get to the sanctuary though, quickly." she insisted.

---

Anna and Connor's vehicle had arrived at the GEE camp in no time at all once it was clear of the walls. The soldiers, vehicles, and tents all around were like nothing Connor had ever seen, even if he wasn't really fully able to observe the area with his blurry vision and still in pain after the surgery, from which he hadn't even been given proper time to recover. He turned to Anna as they stepped out of the vehicle, pulling her into a quick kiss. "I think I should go lie down...you go...wherever they're taking you. I think they mentioned something about a general." Connor said, nodding as a GEE soldier approached. "Miss Collins, General Matthews is eager to speak with you." the man reported with a quick salute. Connor nodded. "Yeah, go do that. I'll be fine."

[Vaxon]

HGV-Occupied Border
Morning, 8:00 AM

The air was barely warm, with a loud breeze to top it off. A convoy of about 7 trucks lined up and stopped near the body ditches.
HGV Soldiers began unloading Nevidian citizens, about 35 of them to be exact. They were each lined up on either side of the road, a soldier put behind them with a pistol to their heads. An officer stepped out of one of the trucks - Zachary Zamboni - who the soldiers all looked at. When he gave the order to one of the soldiers, they shot. He pointed at the first soldier to his left, and did a neck-slice once. The soldier shot the Nevidian, them dropping dead into the pit.
It was only a matter of time before they all died.

[Lancearc]

The first waves of GEE soldiers inserted into the city were already arriving. The plan was to first send in the paratrooper regiments, men and women trained in entering the combat zone from the air and the ones who were typically sent on search and rescue missions when they were assigned. Many Sea knight transport helicopters could be spotted hovering towards the city, their assignment being to establish a foothold in the rebel controlled half of London. The war had been something of a stalemate so far, domed hung their presence would change. "Hey Cherry, come check this out." the young pilot of one of these choppers spoke.

Emerging into the cockpit from the back of the chopper was a young woman with startling bright red hair, followed by a much older, experienced soldier. "What is it?" the older soldier asked.

"Down in the streets ahead, looks like the HGV are cleaning the streets." the pilot spat disgustedly. The young woman noticed the executions too. "Do we have permission to break course?" the younger woman asked.

"Who knows, but we're going to, put us in hover Sam." the squad leader demanded of the pilot, the pilot responding with a prompt "Yes sir."

The large chopper suddenly slowed, the transport coming to a halt in the air above the execution area. Ropes were dropsy from the back of the chopper and 15 GEE paratroopers slid down, firing their weapons as soon as they were on the ground. Their fire was directed to the men with wrapond standing behind the Nevidians, however. Every other HGV man in the area was only pointed at with their weapons. The men about to execute the remaining Nevidians had been at a disadvantage with their backs turned and only pistols, so they were cut down quickly. "Drop the weapons and pit your fucking hands in the air!" the young red headed soldier shouted, directing her rifle towards the remaining HGV just as her comrades were doing.

---

They were getting close to the sanctuary. They were on the home stretch, and she could see where it was supposed to be from Hunter's arms. she was glad, as that meant food and comfy beds. "George, what are these strange things? They don't look like the airplanes you described yet they find ways to fly, is there more than one way?" Cymitia asked as she gazed up at the helicopters hovering past. She was fascinated with flying, as below ground it was rare to find creatures capable if flight. Her wonder was cut short, however, when she heard shouting down the road. "Look!" she exclaimed, noticing a group of professionally equipped soldiers having a standoff with the HGV just down the street.

[Vaxon]

The first waves of GEE soldiers inserted into the city were already arriving. The plan was to first send in the paratrooper regiments, men and women trained in entering the combat zone from the air and the ones who were typically sent on search and rescue missions when they were assigned. Many Sea knight transport helicopters could be spotted hovering towards the city, their assignment being to establish a foothold in the rebel controlled half of London. The war had been something of a stalemate so far, domed hung their presence would change. "Hey Cherry, come check this out." the young pilot of one of these choppers spoke.

Emerging into the cockpit from the back of the chopper was a young woman with startling bright red hair, followed by a much older, experienced soldier. "What is it?" the older soldier asked.

"Down in the streets ahead, looks like the HGV are cleaning the streets." the pilot spat disgustedly. The young woman noticed the executions too. "Do we have permission to break course?" the younger woman asked.

"Who knows, but we're going to, put us in hover Sam." the squad leader demanded of the pilot, the pilot responding with a prompt "Yes sir."

The large chopper suddenly slowed, the transport coming to a halt in the air above the execution area. Ropes were dropsy from the back of the chopper and 15 GEE paratroopers slid down, firing their weapons as soon as they were on the ground. Their fire was directed to the men with wrapond standing behind the Nevidians, however. Every other HGV man in the area was only pointed at with their weapons. The men about to execute the remaining Nevidians had been at a disadvantage with their backs turned and only pistols, so they were cut down quickly. "Drop the weapons and pit your fucking hands in the air!" the young red headed soldier shouted, directing her rifle towards the remaining HGV just as her comrades were doing.

The HGV aimed their machine guns back, but didn't fire until ordered to. Zach stepped forward, he seemed to be the one in charge.
"What seems to be the problem? We're on OUR side of the city, and what we do here is our business.", he said chuckling. He waved his hands at the soldiers and they held their guns at an "At Ease" position, not dropping them. Zach took another step forward.
"I believe you all know who I am if you studied y'er history books. I am Officer Zachary Zamboni..."The Executioner"...", he said in a bragging sort of tone. He was holding his personal .44 Magnum.

[Mincaldenteans]

They were getting close to the sanctuary. They were on the home stretch, and she could see where it was supposed to be from Hunter's arms. She was glad, as that meant food and comfy beds. "George, what are these strange things? They don't look like the airplanes you described yet they find ways to fly, is there more than one way?" Cymitia asked as she gazed up at the helicopters hovering past. She was fascinated with flying, as below ground it was rare to find creatures capable if flight. Her wonder was cut short, however, when she heard shouting down the road. "Look!" she exclaimed, noticing a group of professionally equipped soldiers having a standoff with the HGV just down the street.

“We should avoid that,” Hunter suggested. They were in no position to get involved and the last thing he wanted was a confrontation, not when they were this close to the sanctuary. However, he stopped in his tracks and before anyone could say anything he had pretty much said it for them, “Fuck, there’s no way around them.” Butters hissed lightly, its attention fixed upon the standoff.

“Don’t have time for this,” he hissed and moved over to a building with steps that led down to a lower level. He gently set Cymitia down, his arms were aching but Hunter ignored it. Looking up, he took his gun and checked if a round was chambered.

“I count… shit there’s more than a dozen HGV and whoever those guys are. I think I see civilians. Definitely a few Nevidians among them.”

[Lancearc]

"Be careful. You should probably get rid of the uniform, it doesn't look like whoever the others are like the HGV much." Cymitia cautioned as he set here down, she wincing somewhat as he did so. Butters walked over to her, plopping down next to her and looking up at Hunter as though protecting this woman his master had been so concerned over. "Are you going to get involved?" she asked, hoping he answered with a no as she patted the reptile that had lie down next to her.

---

"Yeah, I know who you are asshole. Hands over your head or the entire gang bites it!" the redhead shouted again, keeping her sights trained on the man.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

George, who had given Cymitia over all the way to Hunter, hissed something. It was almost inaudible, but the Nice George that he had turned into, had completely disappeared from it. His fist turned white, for he was making a fist as hard as he could. He hadn’t felt such a hatred for anyone since the battle at the Parliament Bridge, and for exactly the same reason. The way the Nevidians were lined up, the way these people were armed could only mean one thing, and George was enraged and furious. “Hunter” He gnawed “Take. Cym. Now” With a firm but slow place, he walked towards the group of HGV soldiers, unbuttoning his uniform, revealing a white shirt covered in sweat stains. Also, he threw off his cap, revealing his dark blonde hair. He gripped both his gun and the air tighter, and both his fists had turned blood-red now. The only thing readable from his face was pure anger, as he slowly walked towards the group of HGV, and one man in particular. “ZAMBONI!” He yelled, his voice trembling with pure anger. “ZAMBONI!” he yelled again, making his voice echo through the abandoned streets. George had gone completely deaf and blind, he could only see Zamboni. There was still some unfinished business to attend to here.

[Altito Asmoro]

Gilang Sanjaya is in the camp of GEE now. His men had returned and now took a rest for a while, while he was supposed to be on guard. He approached a scientist who was renowned, Ms. Collins. Once the other soldier had reported to her about the oncoming meeting, he casually walked to Ms. Collins.

"Miss Collins, let me escort you to the place where General Matthews will meet with you."

[Jessjohnesik]

"Yes please." Anna replied to the man politely, looking at Connor and then back at the man who would be escorting her.
She had never met General Matthews, nor had she ever heard of him. Anna wondered what would she be asked to do. Craft chemical weapons? Most likely. Even though she is willing to do so for the sake of London, as she knows that life would be much better for the various citizens when the brutal and moronic HGV will be crushed and the GEE would take London over.

[Vaxon]

"Be careful. You should probably get rid of the uniform, it doesn't look like whoever the others are like the HGV much." Cymitia cautioned as he set here down, she wincing somewhat as he did so. Butters walked over to her, plopping down next to her and looking up at Hunter as though protecting this woman his master had been so concerned over. "Are you going to get involved?" she asked, hoping he answered with a no as she patted the reptile that had lie down next to her.

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"Yeah, I know who you are asshole. Hands over your head or the entire gang bites it!" the redhead shouted again, keeping her sights trained on the man.

Zachary laughed. He stared at the redhead.
"This side of the city is HGV territory. I can have the HGV coming here to kick you out if you won't leave yourself.", he said.
However, he put his weapon in his belt. He looked at the redhead. He ordered his troops to only shoot if shot at.
"So. How abouts we make a deal. You let them go, I come with you.", he said grinning. Then he thought a moment.
He kept his hands in the air, before putting them behind his head.
"However, if you shoot them, they shoot back in self defense. Fair enough?", he said firmly. He almost barked this.


(OOC: The GEE's big guns no scare Zach. He iz not skard of ur gunz. :s)

[Lancearc]

"Be careful. You should probably get rid of the uniform, it doesn't look like whoever the others are like the HGV much." Cymitia cautioned as he set here down, she wincing somewhat as he did so. Butters walked over to her, plopping down next to her and looking up at Hunter as though protecting this woman his master had been so concerned over. "Are you going to get involved?" she asked, hoping he answered with a no as she patted the reptile that had lie down next to her.

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"Yeah, I know who you are asshole. Hands over your head or the entire gang bites it!" the redhead shouted again, keeping her sights trained on the man.

Zachary laughed. He stared at the redhead.
"This side of the city is HGV territory. I can have the HGV coming here to kick you out if you won't leave yourself.", he said.
However, he put his weapon in his belt. He looked at the redhead. He ordered his troops to only shoot if shot at.
"So. How abouts we make a deal. You let them go, I come with you.", he said grinning. Then he thought a moment.
He kept his hands in the air, before putting them behind his head.
"However, if you shoot them, they shoot back in self defense. Fair enough?", he said firmly. He almost barked this.


(OOC: The GEE's big guns no scare Zach. He iz not skard of ur gunz. :s)

The woman looked around briefly. The Nevidian civilians had run by then, presumably further into rebel-GEE controlled territory, something of a refuge for them. "Come with us asshole." she ordered with a frown, one of the GEE men shoving the barrel of his weapon into the HGV officer's back with force. "Move it." the man ordered, taking Zach's arm and escorting him to the chopper that had by then landed. The chopper's rotors kicked up dust and all manner of trash in the streets as the soldier guided their prisoner into it, the large ramp of the chopper soon closing and the aircraft itself lifting off.

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Back in the streets though, the HGV men had spotted their former leader heading towards them, visibly rather angered, although his intended target had already been evacuated by the GEE's troops. The HGV men turned their guns on George then, unsure of the man's intentions. "We can let you and your friend back there go without any trouble George, but would you happen to know anything about a girl?" one of them said, though he sounded a bit confused considering their leader had just surrendered himself without even a struggle. "It would figure you're mixed up in this somehow, just give her back and you won't have to worry about her stabbing you in your sleep."

[Vaxon]

Zachary laughed. He stared at the redhead.
"This side of the city is HGV territory. I can have the HGV coming here to kick you out if you won't leave yourself.", he said.
However, he put his weapon in his belt. He looked at the redhead. He ordered his troops to only shoot if shot at.
"So. How abouts we make a deal. You let them go, I come with you.", he said grinning. Then he thought a moment.
He kept his hands in the air, before putting them behind his head.
"However, if you shoot them, they shoot back in self defense. Fair enough?", he said firmly. He almost barked this.


(OOC: The GEE's big guns no scare Zach. He iz not skard of ur gunz. :s)

The woman looked around briefly. The Nevidian civilians had run by then, presumably further into rebel-GEE controlled territory, something of a refuge for them. "Come with us asshole." she ordered with a frown, one of the GEE men shoving the barrel of his weapon into the HGV officer's back with force. "Move it." the man ordered, taking Zach's arm and escorting him to the chopper that had by then landed. The chopper's rotors kicked up dust and all manner of trash in the streets as the soldier guided their prisoner into it, the large ramp of the chopper soon closing and the aircraft itself lifting off.

---

Back in the streets though, the HGV men had spotted their former leader heading towards them, visibly rather angered, although his intended target had already been evacuated by the GEE's troops. The HGV men turned their guns on George then, unsure of the man's intentions. "We can let you and your friend back there go without any trouble George, but would you happen to know anything about a girl?" one of them said, though he sounded a bit confused considering their leader had just surrendered himself without even a struggle. "It would figure you're mixed up in this somehow, just give her back and you won't have to worry about her stabbing you in your sleep."

Zach sat in the seat that the soldier told him to sit in. He looked at the soldiers around him.
"So, I suppose you're the Grand English Empire, aren't you? Figures...", he mutters.
He didn't like surrendering, but at least his men were safe because of his sacrifice. He might be awarded later on, should he escape.

[Mincaldenteans]

George, who had given Cymitia over all the way to Hunter, hissed something. It was almost inaudible, but the Nice George that he had turned into, had completely disappeared from it. His fist turned white, for he was making a fist as hard as he could. He hadn’t felt such a hatred for anyone since the battle at the Parliament Bridge, and for exactly the same reason. The way the Nevidians were lined up, the way these people were armed could only mean one thing, and George was enraged and furious. “Hunter” He gnawed “Take. Cym. Now” With a firm but slow place, he walked towards the group of HGV soldiers, unbuttoning his uniform, revealing a white shirt covered in sweat stains. Also, he threw off his cap, revealing his dark blonde hair. He gripped both his gun and the air tighter, and both his fists had turned blood-red now. The only thing readable from his face was pure anger, as he slowly walked towards the group of HGV, and one man in particular. “ZAMBONI!” He yelled, his voice trembling with pure anger. “ZAMBONI!” he yelled again, making his voice echo through the abandoned streets. George had gone completely deaf and blind, he could only see Zamboni. There was still some unfinished business to attend to here.

"What the hell is he doing!?" Hunter hissed and kept at the ready as he watched George stupidly walk down the street, guns drawn. "I swear if he lives through this, I'm gonna kick his ass." George started shouting and Hunter squinted his eyes, looking upon the man he was addressing. He couldn't see all too well, but the man looked vaguely familiar. Still, it mattered little. Looking upon Cymitia and then Butters who ignored him. "We can't leave, but if things go south, George or not, I'll take us away from here."

[Lancearc]

George, who had given Cymitia over all the way to Hunter, hissed something. It was almost inaudible, but the Nice George that he had turned into, had completely disappeared from it. His fist turned white, for he was making a fist as hard as he could. He hadn’t felt such a hatred for anyone since the battle at the Parliament Bridge, and for exactly the same reason. The way the Nevidians were lined up, the way these people were armed could only mean one thing, and George was enraged and furious. “Hunter” He gnawed “Take. Cym. Now” With a firm but slow place, he walked towards the group of HGV soldiers, unbuttoning his uniform, revealing a white shirt covered in sweat stains. Also, he threw off his cap, revealing his dark blonde hair. He gripped both his gun and the air tighter, and both his fists had turned blood-red now. The only thing readable from his face was pure anger, as he slowly walked towards the group of HGV, and one man in particular. “ZAMBONI!” He yelled, his voice trembling with pure anger. “ZAMBONI!” he yelled again, making his voice echo through the abandoned streets. George had gone completely deaf and blind, he could only see Zamboni. There was still some unfinished business to attend to here.

"What the hell is he doing!?" Hunter hissed and kept at the ready as he watched George stupidly walk down the street, guns drawn. "I swear if he lives through this, I'm gonna kick his ass." George started shouting and Hunter squinted his eyes, looking upon the man he was addressing. He couldn't see all too well, but the man looked vaguely familiar. Still, it mattered little. Looking upon Cymitia and then Butters who ignored him. "We can't leave, but if things go south, George or not, I'll take us away from here."

"Who were those soldiers I wonder, the GEE?" Cymitia inquired, struggling to her feet. Finally standing upright, she shook visibly, struggling to keep herself standing but finding the strength to do so for the time, stumbling over and standing beside Hunter as she peeked out at the scene. "What are they saying?" she wondered aloud, noticing that the HGV men had not simply shot George on sight but instead appeared to be conversing with him.