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Yesterday we moved against the Pirate's base in the Rockies, when the forwarded scouts caught sight of the base. The Pirates were already evacuating the base. Helicopter were flying off into the sunset we quickly brought up a SAM (a ground to air missile system) but it was delayed by the terrain and we got it in place at the ass end of the evac. We were only able to shoot down the last helicopter to leave the base. We then blew the base to bit after searching it for any information, we found shit. We then searched the remnants (lol) of the helicopter crash. It was burning we only found a couple bodies we do not know if there are any survivors we are combing the area.

Status Report: I am moving forward my reserves to the prepare for coming operations hopefully pure muscle will be enough. Otherwise I will become for aggressive.

Alan stood in the helm of the Serenity, the formerly know USS Oscar Austin. The flagship of the Pirates. With him ran it's guardians, the Tuatha de Danann (USS Iowa) and the Claíomh Solais (USS Nassau). He turned to sit down at the sea charts table, pulling out a recorder to begin to issue orders to the men.

His mind wandering for a bit, remembering a conversation he overhear earlier in the day.

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"This is FUCKED, Mark. Abso-fucking-lutely fucked!" The younger clean shaven man yelled at his older companion.

"My sister was on that island, dammit! What fucking good is this organization if it can't protect the people we care about? That's why I signed onto this gig to begin with!" The rage in his voice led understanding to the red color in his face. It was quickly cut off, however, as the older man slammed him into the wall, hand at his throat.

"My daughter was on Midgard, asshole. All I can hope for was that she died quickly, and with little pain. Now, I understand you're upset, so I'll let your little treasonous talk slip by... this time. But show some respect for the people who lead. As much as I want to, I can't blame them for her death. They are only human, and are doing everything they can. Now, shut the fuck up, understand?" He released him, and turned to walk off.

Sorry for my extended absence - real life seems to have taken over. I am in the middle of job hunting due to being cut back to 20 hours per week on my job, as well as my husband's seizures (had brain tumor removed last August) have been wreaking havoc with him, so I'm a bit busy there as well.

Trying to catch up with reading (thanks for the continued "nagging" Travis! LOL) and will make a post tonight or tomorrow! ;)

andi - a/k/a tosh

btw: if you're on facebook, http://www.facebook.com/vegomatic - feel free to add me.

Tal walked on the Oil Rig, pointing and commanding people as they ran about, preparing for the immanent attack. As he walked to the edge of the rig, he saw a few ships, and a bunch of helicopters heading in their direction. Tal gritted his teeth as a Sergeant ran up to him saluting. He was probably 15 years old, "Sir, Argonauts and Dead Squad assembled. I got two people together who were Navy Seals back in the day and a few Army Rangers, we are going to have one hell of a time here pretty soon."

"Very good Sergeant...." He waited for the man to tell him his name and looked to him for a moment.

"Williams, sir!" He said standing at attention.

"Good man Williams. I want you to stay by me at all times, you got that? You're my new runner. You think you can handle that?" Tal asked and started to walk off to another location.

"Absolutely sir! I'm ready to do whatever it takes!" Williams said with a small grin.

"Good man, Williams! Now, I want you back in the command post. You will be in charge of keeping things running smoothly in there until I arrive. You're my right hand man now, you got that?" Tal said stopping to emphasis the gravity of his words.

The man smiled and saluted him proudly, "Absolutely sir!"

Tal saluted back, "Good man! Get goin!"