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13-03-2009, 02:18 AM | Post: #21
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Looking the Royal directly in the face, he said the following...

I don't know, did I? Are you sure that you didn't just imagine that, as you have had quite a bit to drink.

A few laughs could be heard through the cafe, yet the Kommandant almost looked like he wasn't joking at all.
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13-03-2009, 02:22 AM | Post: #22
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The Royal gave the kommendant a sharp stare in the eyes then cracked up. Well, I wouldn't like to call one of your soldiers a lying fool now.

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13-03-2009, 02:25 AM | Post: #23
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As the Royal was discussing with the Kommandant, a well built Nationalist Soldier enters the cafe. He is covered in blood and bruises from war and ignores the stares of his allies as he gracefully strides to the counter. His tattered jacket flutters behind him, his helmet resting on the back of his bloodied neck and a grenade strap around his waist is held on by a thread is all that covers him. This Soldier, this unknown, expressionless man cast an eerie aura around him, causing everyone to fall silent. He orders a coffee and stares at the Royal who stares back with a blank expression. Trying to cover the fear deep inside him, he returns to sipping his drink. Suddenly, the Soldier walked up to the Kommandant, with an intense glare in his eyes."Long time no see, Kommandant." he whispered as he reached for his holstered pistol. "I believe we last met when you abandoned me, I would like to repay the favour." The Kommandant swallowed his fear as the Soldier smirked.

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13-03-2009, 02:34 AM | Post: #24
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The Kommendant looked over to his side, seeing something that he wasn't quite expecting to see. A pistol. What appeared to be a pretty powerful one too. "Ah... indeed... long time no..see... heh..." said the Kommendant, clearly nervous that the pistol might "accidentally discharge."

It took a while for the Kommendant to actually recognize the man, but after one look in the emotionless stare, he knew exactly who the Solider was, and exactly what had happen a while ago. The Kommendant was one of the few to be able to see, but his gloves seemed to have gotten tighter around some object in the folder.


"Please... take a seat..."
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13-03-2009, 03:02 AM | Post: #25
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Meanwhile, the seemingly unorganized Commando was searching his jeep for useful supplies. A few seconds later he thought he heard the sound of a jeeps engine growing closer and louder on the same road he had placed the satchel charge on. Barely any person or vehicle passed on that road, but it looks like that wasn't the case right now. He had hidden the charge in a nearby bush on the side of the road, but it was still very likely it would pick up the vehicles passing. "Uh..sir?!" he called out to the approaching jeep and waved, but the driver only waved back somewhat sluggishly as the jeep almost swerved off the road a couple of times before steadying itself on the road once again. "SIR!! I hope you have a good amount of money in your wallet to pay for the damage you're about to cause!" he shouted at the driver, but he continued driving up the road. Stupid man must be drunk! he thought to himself as he grabbed his sniper rifle and loaded in a bullet, but when he pulled the trigger, all that he could hear was a *click* and no bullet flying out of the gun. The commando glared once again at the oncoming jeep, cursed, and ran back towards the back-end of the cafe but made sure not to enter as he hid the sniper rifle in his trench coat so on the outside, it would look as though he were merely crossing his arms.

He threw himself on the ground as the Satchel Charge went off, making the bush it was hidden under turn into nothing but ashes as well and blow the jeep off the road and "safely" into a nearby tree.

The Nationals nearest to the entrance of the cafe turned their heads to look out the window, as it only sounded as a brief *thump* to them but could not see anything from that angle except for a burning bush and a tree that had been crashed into by a jeep with an unconscious driver. After briefly shrugging their shoulders, they turned their attention back to their own business.




I liked my banana peel idea better..

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Commando: Schlam
Gunner: Schwab

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13-03-2009, 10:47 PM | Post: #26
Muck-HQ 
The Royal heard the crash and chuckled, must have been a drunk. He continued on with his conversation glancing at the National who held is pistol every so often. Who is that guy?

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14-03-2009, 02:55 AM | Post: #27
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The fear was flashing across the kommendant's face. Not only was he being threatened by one of the best soldiers that was once in his group, but he was almost acting like a coward in front of a Royal. There was no way he was going to live this whole thing down, if he lived at all.

Slowly, he started pulling out the knife from the folder, however the small glint of the blade alerted the Solider, pushing the pistol farther into the kommendant's face. He quickly let go, and then put both of his gloved hands together on the table.
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14-03-2009, 03:42 AM | Post: #28
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The clumsy Commando got back up off the floor and brushed himself off. He sighed in relief as he looked at his jeep...it was in one piece, thankfully. "I've had my better days.." he mumbled to himself.

Pulling out the sniper rifle from his trench coat, he walked farther behind the cafe...there was a small chance he'd be seen there although there was a window a little bit over to the right, but as long as he stayed clear of that he wouldn't have anything to worry about would he?

Trying to hold in his frustration, he held up his sniper rifle and slammed the cartridge, attempting to unjam the gun. A spare cartridge was in his trench coat's pocket just in case he needed to reload.

He quickly walked a few feet away from the cafe and aimed his rifle at the sky...

*Click*

...Nothing...


"Blasted rifle!" he was clearly frustrated now but looked back over at the cafe that was just a few feet away from him. He had a clear view of the window behind the cafe and could shoot through it if he had to, but with his sniper jammed, he'd be better off planting a Satchel and the cafe's enterance.

He crouched behind a nearby tree and aimed at the window through his scope. He could see half the body of the Royal, and the head of the Kommandant. However, the soldier that had entered in the cafe earlier was hidden safely from his view. The Commando attempted to shoot the gun again.

*Click*...

Still nothing. So with that attempt also a failure, he hit the tree with the sniper in an attempt to unjam the bullet once more and repeated the process.

*Click...pop*

What a strange noise...the Commando turned the gun around and looked inside but it looked no different than before.

*BANG*

The bullet shot out of the rifle and blew the Commando's hat right off his head, but he didn't move a single muscle...which made him fall face flat on the ground in front of him.
E-e-excellent...it w-works n-n-now!... He couldn't even think right, but nonetheless, he was thankful to just be alive right now. He just wanted to lay there...just for a few seconds...before trying once again.

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Commando: Schlam
Gunner: Schwab

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14-03-2009, 02:21 PM | Post: #29
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The Royal didn't like the fact that this National soldier was aiming a gun at the kommendant, most likely because if the kommendant was to get shot the Royal would be covered in blood. When the soldier wasn't looking the Royal quickly unholstered his pistol and held it right against the Nationals face. Leave or get your head blown off. Glancing at the kommendant he could see the National in a better state then before, at least for now.

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14-03-2009, 03:41 PM | Post: #30
EasyTarget 
After grabbing his hat and once more placing it on his head, he got out a cartridge from his trench coat and loaded it into the sniper rifle before he aimed through the window once again. The Royal seemed to have pulled out his pistol and shoved it into the soldier's face.

Excellent, hopefully that would serve as a distraction and he might be able to line up a more accurate shot.

Not satisfied with his view through the window from the back of the cafe, he moved towards the side of it instead and peeked out the window from behind a tree. Now he could clearly see the top-half of the Royal, but still only the upper torso region of the Kommandant. The only other thing this view had improved was that he could now see the soldier with the pistol in his face.

He crept behind a tree a few feet away and looked through the scope. His sights were set on the Royal's head but it would be a much easier task if the man behind the counter was obstructing his view here and there...the employee wasn't the one who he wanted to shoot.

With a smile he pulled the trigger, but just as he did, a strong gust of wind came in and threw off his aim a bit to the left.

*Click...pop*
No bullets fired out of the gun.

The Commando took a deep breath or two to keep his calm, as a Commando always should.

*BANG*

The unexpected firing of the gun knocked the Commando backwards as the bullet shot through the glass with a clatter but, instead of penetrating the Royal's skull, it hit his pistol and knocked it out of his hand.

He clumsily dove behind the tree, slightly startled.

He peeked ever so carefully out the side of the tree.


Please tell me I didn't just kill the bartender...

The Nationals inside the cafe instantly looked towards the source of the sound of the crashing and turned towards the window. Nothing could be seen except for a small bullet hole, but as they looked around no one seemed to be hurt.

Some of them returned to their own chatter, some of them were slightly uneasy and turned their gaze of suspicion to the Royal who had been holding a pistol earlier.

Soldier: Johnson
Commando: Schlam
Gunner: Schwab

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14-03-2009, 09:59 PM | Post: #31
Agent-McSpy 
The Kommendant wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. The only thing that was keeping the Solider from firing the Kommendant's brains onto the wall was just knocked out of the Royal's hand. Looking ill at this point, the Kommendant just sat there, hoping that he would be able to get out of this situation without many injuries.

Starting to get up, the Kommendant tried to act as calm as possible.
"I think I'll just go ahead and leave..." A quick glance from both the Solider and the Royal told him to sit back down. However, they didn't pay attention to the fact that the Kommendant was taking something out of his hat. Feeling much better all of a sudden, his pistol was aimed right between the Soldier's eyes.
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14-03-2009, 10:11 PM | Post: #32
Muck-HQ 
The Royal chuckled as the kommendant pulled the pistol out of his hat, I think this would come in handy. The Royal reached over and picked up his SMG and pointed it at the stomach of the soldier. The Royal glanced out the window and saw the commando from earlier, with a rifle in his arms. I'll get you!

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14-03-2009, 10:19 PM | Post: #33
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A Royal soldier, unarmed, walks in the Café. He seems to be brimming in confidence and is somewhat pleased with himself that he's walked in a Nationals place. When he actually notices the amount Nat's in the place, his smile is somewhat wiped of his face, and is particular concerned with the pointing of guns in the corner. He is wearing a green shirt, collar opened, and brown trousers. He is also sporting a shaved head. He scan's the room and notices a fellow Royal. At least he ain't alone. All eyes on him, he finally speaks Don't worry guys, I'm unarmed. I'm just 'ere for a drink. he walks towards the bar and asks the bartender for a drink, which the bartender serves. Nobody knows what the drink is, but it's definatley alcoholic. But wait, shouldn't Royals not drink? Why else do you think I'm here? he says with a big grin spreading his face, answering all the Nat's question before it was even asked.
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14-03-2009, 10:24 PM | Post: #34
Muck-HQ 
The Royal gets a smile knowing that he isn't alone anymore. Hopefully the boy won't get too drunk. he saw that the other Royal was unarmed and that made his smile disappear completely, what good is being unarmed in a National bar?

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14-03-2009, 10:30 PM | Post: #35
Red_Robin 
You look concerned, whats up mate? He realizes the other Royal's in a bit of a situation, and that he cannot do nothing about it Oh. I get it... The royal takes a sip of his drink, feeling somewhat useless and of his comfort zone. He then walks forward towards the Royal normally and quickly whispers into his ear quick, pass a pistol or something, y'know, just in case it's needed...
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14-03-2009, 11:05 PM | Post: #36
Muck-HQ 
He reaches down and pulls out a knife, Sorry mate, it's all I got left. The National soldier doesn't even see the quick motion as he grabbed the knife. Hopefully it won't have to be used.

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14-03-2009, 11:09 PM | Post: #37
Red_Robin 
The soldier conceals the knife and gives a quick nod to his Royal counter-part before walking off like nothing as happend towards the bar to get an orange-juice, then sitting at a table with a full view of the gun-point situation.
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14-03-2009, 11:45 PM | Post: #38
EasyTarget 
"L-let's try this again.." Although he sounded nervous, inside he was quite cool.

The Commando loaded yet another cartridge into his sniper...this time he should have about 5 bullets ready to go until he had to reload again.

Once more, he took aim through the window once again aiming at the Royal with the SMG's head.

*Click*...

Alright, the commando had been in this situation before...all he'd have to do is wait a little bit and the bullet would come firing out..
...
...
...
He turned the sniper rifle around and looked inside the chamber.
*POP*

The startled Commando quickly turned the gun around to where it was facing the window, but barely had any time to aim..

*BANG*

The bullet once again shot through the window, but instead of hitting the Royal's head, it shattered the other Royal soldier's orange juice glass instead, making it spill over the table.

The Commando cursed once more, hid safely back behind the tree again and fiddled around with his rifle to see exactly what was the matter..

Soldier: Johnson
Commando: Schlam
Gunner: Schwab

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14-03-2009, 11:47 PM | Post: #39
Red_Robin 
What the hell...? The soldier instantly jumped up, somewhat startled, he walked up to the bar and said to the barman I expect some sorta refund or refill for this...
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15-03-2009, 12:10 AM | Post: #40
EasyTarget 
A few moments passed, and the commando sighed. Even after checking his rifle, he couldn't find anything obvious wrong with it.

Regardless, he aimed once more at the window and was annoyed to see that the Royal soldier had walked up to the bar and was obstructing the view of the Royal, making it so that the Commando could only see the kommandant that was quite clearly half-scared to death and the Royal with the SMG's hand...and that was an awfully small target from where the Commando was positioned.

Regardless...

*Click...*
Wait for it...
*POP*
The Commando braced himself just in case the rifle decided to do anything else unexpectedly.
...
...
*POP*
....
........

Thoroughly annoyed now, the Commando slammed the side of the rifle against the tree.

*BOOM*

The bullet firing almost sounded like a bomb exploded rather than it coming from a gun. The Commando was pushed backwards as the gun fired, the bullet once again penetrating the window but instead of hitting ANY part of the Royal or Kommandant (of which he really wouldn't like to do anyway..), it shot the new glass of orange juice the bartender was bringing for the Royal soldier.

Upon hearing the clatter of glass hitting the ground, the Commando crept back behind the tree and sat down, trying to control the frustration and anger that was welling up inside of him so strongly right now.
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The bartender jerked back and ducked behind the counter as a reflex to the glass shattering in his hand.


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"Just relax...it looks like your gun is fixed now...the next shot will definitely count..." The Commando spoke to himself in a quiet tone and checked how much ammo he had left...

...3...

Soldier: Johnson
Commando: Schlam
Gunner: Schwab

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