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Metal Knight Sol Lancer: Florida Keys

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Location: Key Largo, Florida

Characters: Leon Cromwell

Leon blinked slightly, taken aback by the forwardness from Sarah, giving a slight smirk as the kiss broke "Well now... Thats a new on-" He blinked slightly, taking note of the sudden drop in temperature and the falling snow "What the hell?"

Location: HMS Ironhand, Atlantic Ocean, Forty Nautical Miles from Florida

Characters: Ashton Anderson

Ashton's eyes widened as he sneered at Alphonso's words "WHAT?!" He slammed his hands down forcefully, glaring at the screen "On what grounds?" He frowned slightly, this having been the first time he had even received any information about an encampment, so of course he would react harshly to these orders.

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(I give up trying to hide this stuff anymore, mostly because shit like this happens. Water. Worms have a harder time drawing in pheromones in humid or otherwise saturated atmospheres. Theres another bit, but Yuu already knows that one so just bug him.)

Location: Key Largo, Florida

Characters: Sarah Hartzel

In the few moments that she was disentangled from the man, Sarah came to her senses and shoved him away. She quickly put her helmet back on and running further down the beach, trying to figure out just what had happened.

Location: HMS Ark Royal, Atlantic Ocean, Forty Nautical Miles from Florida

Characters: Alphonso Wall, Sampson Alington, Lis Goodman, Willard Langston, Christie Perry

Al held his tongue for a moment. A sudden weather system was moving in, something that could be trouble for the great British Navy without weather satellites. He looked at Goodman and asked, "You wanna risk fliers in this weather?" The answer would, of course be negative. He wiped his hand on his pants before turning back to the screen with his answer.

"Well, Commodore Goodman seems to be of the opinion that the operation may have to be delayed. And another thing, Commodore--" He stressed the word "--Although your homeland is currently occupied, we are all in a standing military. Question orders on a open line again and chances are, the boogeyman will find you under a jet skid. I'll get back to you on the operation, until then assume we are go for oh-four-hundred. Bring some anti-rads." He turned off the machine before going back to finding out about this weather system.

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Location: Key Largo, Florida

Characters: Leon Cromwell

Leon smirked slightly as he was pushed, giving a slight shake of his head "Huh, quite an enigm that girl is..." He shrugged slightly before making his way back to where his comrades had set up camp.

Location: HMS Ironhand, Atlantic Ocean, Forty Nautical Miles from Florida

Characters: Ashton Anderson

Ashton sneered slightly, clenching his fists tight enough to turn his knuckles white, giving a reluctant nod before cutting the line, "My homeland is the ocean... It is where I was born and it will be where I die..." He frowned grabbing the radio to send out a message to the pilots stationed on the Ironhand "... All pilots, rest up, I wish to brief you on the next mission at O-Three-Hundred sharp..." He grit his teeth, setting down the radio before staring down at the blank monitor "... I will not be ordered by such savage beasts who would harm the mother ocean..."

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(Alphonso Wall: Born post 100, died post 104. He died like a redshirt, the fairy!

I could make a World of Warcraft joke here about a raid, but I respect you too much.)

Location: Key Largo, Florida

Characters: Sarah Hartzel

As she walked along the beach, Sarah took off parts of the core. Fixed cores were made from individual parts in case a medic needed to field strip a wounded soldier. Once she was done, she found out the hard way that the militia uniform she wore has painfully thin as the cold assaulted her returning senses. Stopping a good way from where she had forced herself on a man, Sarah finally realized what she was doing and smartly did a about face before walking back to pick up her still warm armor.

Location: HMS Ark Royal, Atlantic Ocean, Forty Nautical Miles from Florida

Characters: Alphonso Wall, Sampson Alington, Lis Goodman, Willard Langston, Christie Perry

Al suddenly had to grab hold of a rail as the boat shifted violently. That storm must be a helluva lot faster then we predicted, he thought to himself. It was around this time that a extremely violent vertical shake threw him into the ceiling, his head connecting with a sickenning thud before he collapsed on the ground. Outside the ship, aliens were cutting into the beast itself with their massive lancers as emergency crews attempt to form a effective countermeasure.

Alphonso Wall, at that moment, died unable to move as a fiery death rolled over him when the fuel supplies caught in the battle, engulfing the ship itself as the aliens blitzed the fleet.

Edited by Master Kruz

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(First part was made with Yuu.)

Location: HMS Ironhand, Atlantic Ocean, Forty Nautical Miles from Florida

Characters: Sampson Alington, Ashton Anderson

Sampson climbed onto the deck of the Ironhand, one of the few survivors of his sinking Vengeance. As smoke and fighters filled the fire lit air, he rolled over coughing after swimming the distance between the two ships. Ashton frowned as he approached the prone figure of Sampson, his coat hanging from his shoulders like a cape, arms crossed as he stared down at the man who had caused him so much trouble, his eye-patch removed and his captain's hat tilted down slightly "You look like a drowned rat Sampson... It's almost fitting..."

Still breathing heavily, the large man stood up and glared at the man. His shirtless body shone against the fire of his own nuclear submarine being torn apart by the aliens massive forms, possibly nuclear material flying in all directions. Ashton frowned as he reached under his jacket pulling a Luger pistol from the holder hanging from his shoulder "You've had this coming for a long time now... I will make sure you don't harm anyone else ever again..." he stared Sampson in the eyes as he steadied the gun, finger pulling back on the trigger, the gun jerking and letting off a bang that was quickly drowned out by the surrounding conflict, the spent shell casing flying from the handgun "May you burn with that infernal vessel of yours..."

Sampson flailed backwards for a second before regaining some spark of balance. He looked at the blood pouring out of his chest, the hole barely visible on his dark skin. He looked up at the man he had planned to kill once the occupation had finished, and then stepped backwards, plunging into the ocean. The older man frowned slightly, slowly lowering his gun as he watched Sampson fall overboard, shaking his head slightly as he returned the gun to it's holster "I'm getting too old for this..." He looked up to the red sky before turning to return to his post "The mother sea never deserved this..."

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Location: Key Largo, Florida

Characters: Sarah Hartzel

Time Skip: +9 hours

Sarah was pleasantly warm the afternoon after her episode the night before. She had regained some of her voice soon afterwards, enough to whisper directions for a proper camp. She had spent the night overseeing the work and watching the snow fall, carpeting the area and threatening to freeze anyone that didn't have a functional core on.

It had been a return to normality, she had gone through such a experience before now, while getting the Iowa Base set up for the first time. Three people had died while on patrol she had ordered out several hours before as a sudden blizzard struck. Morale had hit a low within three days of her first commands founding, hitting her harder then most of them. She had taken charge after the incident, but her confidence as a commander had never been the same. She doubted every action she took when other people's lives were at stake, and it had crippled her forces during the defense of Iowa.

She had already started everyone packing to make the long trek to the Militia base in Kansas, or possibly Minnesota--

Her attention was diverted from her walk along the beach to a large, shirtless black man lying face down on the beach, the tide pulling at him. She rushed over to him, turning him over and dragging him farther up the beach before checking his vitals. His heart was beating slowly, denoting that he was merely unconscious. She looked the rugged man over. His most noticeable trait was the large scar on his chest that looked extremely raw. She called for assistance before turning back to him, his open eyes startling her. She flinched back as a sudden pang of pain hit her head, seemingly from the mans gaze.

As several soldiers crowded in around him to help, Sarah, stumbled back up the beach, her headache fading fast as she moved away from the man and towards moving the men under her command back to their duties...

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