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<blockquote data-quote="mrman226" data-source="post: 219065" data-attributes="member: 656"><p>Chapter 10</p><p></p><p> The base seemed rather empty without an entire squad here. I looked at Quib, Nov and Max. Max was spinning her knife at a really fast rate. Nov was devising some sort of new shotgun shell, and Quib was polishing his flamethrower. I looked at my crossbow-sniper rifle mix, something that I had devised when I saw it being used in one of the human video games. The crossbow shot super darts and had a high-powered scope. It was all my invention of course. Suddenly, Banrow poked his head inside the base. </p><p> “Okay guys, let’s do this!” Max smiled grimly and stabbed her knife into a wall. </p><p> “Those stinking Lazulai are gonna pay for hurting my sister!” </p><p>We slipped on our night-vision goggles, invisibility suits (I told you I’m a genius!). There were only two flaws in the suit. One; it reflected air, and two; the shield dissipated momentarily when you fired. Kind of like this one game I had played. Max leapt onto the wire box and started to slice through all of them. Suddenly, the door slammed. I looked at her. </p><p> “Okay, good move on cutting the electricity, bad move on locking our only way into the building!” Max looked sheepish. I tried to keep my cool, and called over Quib. </p><p> “Hey Quib, do you think you can melt a hole in the door? Quib, who’s voice was muffled by the gas mask he was wearing, didn’t speak, just set a C-4 on the door and blew open a small hole. We all grinned and dived through the gap, and immediately tumbled down a REALLY long flight of stairs. Nov fell, and flipped every time he bounced. Max attempted to speak, but all we heard was</p><p> “I-OW-did-OW-not-YOOOOWCH! -See *Thump* this coming!” Finally, we burst through a door and ended up in a huge room filled with Lazulai squirrels.</p><p></p><p>Chapter 11</p><p></p><p> After seeing them off on their way, I decided they wouldn’t need my help, so I flew back to base to get myself patched up, and to get a coffee. When it was almost time that I was supposed to meet up with them at the silo, I left the coffee place with some guy’s coffee and went to pick them up. When I got there I noticed there was nobody in the long cylinder, save for a very small hole in closed. Luckily before I dropped the troops off, I had armed myself with some bigger sized weapons that Tam made for me, so I made a bigger hole in the wall and slowly crawled down the flight of stairs. I head some little squirrel-squeaks and barely turned myself around to see some squirrels running at me, definitely not on our side. They started poking my butt with squirrel-spears, (though it still hurt) until we were at the bottom of the stairs in a large room, where I noticed our squirrel troops fighting; at least a hundred troops of the Lazulai. We were actually ‘winning’ despite the vast outnumbering. Unfortunately, our troops were running out of shells, and some of the squirrels had partly ripped off some of my bandages. I just realized that they’re trying to separate me from the rest of our force! There were a large number more coming from my right side than my left, and I was slowly moving away from the rest of us. Just then a scream was heard. Almost from a higher being. Suddenly all the Lazulai stopped fighting, so we picked them off, but eventually, we realized that there was someone descending the edge of the silo. It looked like a… like… a… like… a… Guinea Pig! Luckily for us, this one was a loner. There aren’t many wild guinea pigs left in the world, and very few ever join forces with squirrels, but they are definitely the Warlocks of squirrel-sized combat. Of course! The only one here for thousands of miles is on the other side of the battle. Quickly, all of our troops started shooting at it, trying to kill it before it reached the battle; this was a stupid move because, as soon as they turned their backs, the Lazulai swarmed them from behind.</p><p></p><p>Chapter 12</p><p></p><p> I looked in shock. </p><p> “GUINEA PIG!!!!” Nov yelled, and we all started screaming. Immediately we started to fire at it. A guinea pig could easily tear us apart, and that was our main threat. Unfortunately, the Lazulai swarmed us from behind. Soon, we were surrounded but, with Quib and Max. Max was using her machete like knife to push back the Lazulai, wounding anyone that got too close. I started tying a piece of rope onto a grappling bolt (yes I mean bolt, not dart), and then tied it around my teammates waists. </p><p> “And up we go!” I yelled, and shot the dart. It got stuck in a rafter, and we shot up, all of us yelling. We fell down onto a small balcony, with the Lazulai far below. </p><p> “Auuugh…” moaned Max. She had slashed herself on accident when we launched forward. I looked around. Everybody else looked tired and surprised, but all still alive.</p><p> “Okay guys, stay there, im going to get a better sniping position!” I leapt and glided to a higher balcony, where I could see everybody below. I tried to get a good spot to hide but still snipe, but the rocks got in the way. </p><p> “Wait a minute…” I muttered “Rocks?” An idea suddenly came to mind. With a not so effortless push, the rocks tumbled and fell, causing havoc on the Lazulai. Suddenly, the guinea pig dive-tackled me, and we flew off the ledge into open space. </p><p> “AAAAHHH!” We fell like the stones I had just shoved, and I was getting the worst of this mid-air battle. Fist after fist after fist after fist pummeled me in all parts of the body, and I realized that this guinea pig had no idea that it was going to die. Suddenly Banrow swooped down and picked us up, and dropped us in the center of the Lazulai. I lay on the ground, moaning. </p><p> “Oww…” Suddenly, the guinea pig spoke. </p><p> “Man, you are one tough squirrel!” I looked up, barely seeing the guinea pig through two black eyes. He started to speak again, but this time, he addressed the Lazulai. </p><p> “Squirrels, you shall not hurt this one, or any of his comrades! Including the Owl!” Banrow looked slightly offended that he had been addressed as ‘The Owl.’ </p><p></p><p>Chapter 13</p><p></p><p> “OH MY GOD!!!” I can’t believe that stupid guinea pig called me ‘The Owl’! I can’t believe he doesn’t just say my name! Oh right, he doesn’t know it. Silly me. Still, I mean, he could of at least done it in a nicer way, meh, I can’t let that get in the way of peace and alliance talks. Tam decided to be the spokesperson. Well, I guess he didn’t have much of a choice because after all, the squad was still attempting to climb down the rafters. Tam pulled out some paper and a pencil and started to write down the terms of peace. Once he was done, I snuck a peek at it. It was something like this.</p><p>TERMS OF PEACE</p><p></p><p>§ All squirrel vehicles; bases and weapons shall be shared equally between the two clans.</p><p>§ There shall be no warring or taking of prisoners among the clans </p><p>§ All plans, blueprints, and taken equipment shall be split evenly among the clan</p><p>§ NO SECRETS!</p><p>§ When one clan is in need, the other clan must come and help.</p><p>§ Joint control of the world, once domination occurs</p><p>§ Each group must meet AT LEAST three times a month.</p><p></p><p>Signed: Tam, leader of the Narrilo clan and Rising Sun elite battle squad, Avill, leader of the Lazulai clan and member of the S.G.P.O (Secret Guinea Pig Order) </p><p> Tam read through the document one more time, and then they made a copy. The squirrel team finally got down, with Max still clutching her side. “Can someone patch me up? I’m bleeding nonstop here! A Lazulai ran up with a pack of dressings and started to wrap them around and around until the wound was properly bandaged. Max grinned and gave the Lazulai a quick tap with her fist, a sign of thanks and happiness among squirrels. (Tam told me.) I fluttered my wings and took off.</p><p></p><p></p><p> Nov and I helped Max up, and helped her get back up the stairs. Finally we reached the Chinook, which was starting up. As we climbed in, I noticed Aki sitting on a chair next to me, all buckled up. I was about to take a spot between Quib and Nov, but a squirrel called me over. </p><p> “Uhh, Tam sir, can you man the turret?” I looked and saw a newly added chain gun on the helicopter. I yelled over the noise. </p><p> “Yeah sure!” The squirrel gave me a thanks nod and gave me a pilot helmet. I shoved it on and noticed that everything was in heat vision. I was glad; because it was so foggy that night vision would do nothing. I slumped into the gunners seat, buckled up and then grabbed the turret handle. Finally, the Chinook lifted off the ground, and we were immediately up in the air. The co-pilot slid out of the cockpit and shook my shoulder. </p><p> “Where do we go?” I gave him directions, and he walked back into the cockpit. About thirty minutes later, I suddenly noticed a group of heat coming close to us. With a horrified realization I yelled as loud as I could. </p><p> “SPARROW HAWKS!” (Sparrows, Hawks, Owls, and basically any other bird are squirrels’ worst nightmare, except for Banrow. Sparrow Hawks are sparrows, but trained to defend the nest with their lives). I started up my chain gun and let loose a spiral of golden lumps of death. The mini bullets did nothing however, and the pilot yelled. </p><p> “They got our rotors! We’re going down!!!” The Chinook spun around in a crazy death spiral really fast, and the trees below came up closer. Most of the squirrels sitting down got up and were able to parachute out of the opening bay doors, but when I tried to unbuckle my safety belt, it was jammed! I closed my eyes and waited for the end.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mrman226, post: 219065, member: 656"] Chapter 10 The base seemed rather empty without an entire squad here. I looked at Quib, Nov and Max. Max was spinning her knife at a really fast rate. Nov was devising some sort of new shotgun shell, and Quib was polishing his flamethrower. I looked at my crossbow-sniper rifle mix, something that I had devised when I saw it being used in one of the human video games. The crossbow shot super darts and had a high-powered scope. It was all my invention of course. Suddenly, Banrow poked his head inside the base. “Okay guys, let’s do this!” Max smiled grimly and stabbed her knife into a wall. “Those stinking Lazulai are gonna pay for hurting my sister!” We slipped on our night-vision goggles, invisibility suits (I told you I’m a genius!). There were only two flaws in the suit. One; it reflected air, and two; the shield dissipated momentarily when you fired. Kind of like this one game I had played. Max leapt onto the wire box and started to slice through all of them. Suddenly, the door slammed. I looked at her. “Okay, good move on cutting the electricity, bad move on locking our only way into the building!” Max looked sheepish. I tried to keep my cool, and called over Quib. “Hey Quib, do you think you can melt a hole in the door? Quib, who’s voice was muffled by the gas mask he was wearing, didn’t speak, just set a C-4 on the door and blew open a small hole. We all grinned and dived through the gap, and immediately tumbled down a REALLY long flight of stairs. Nov fell, and flipped every time he bounced. Max attempted to speak, but all we heard was “I-OW-did-OW-not-YOOOOWCH! -See *Thump* this coming!” Finally, we burst through a door and ended up in a huge room filled with Lazulai squirrels. Chapter 11 After seeing them off on their way, I decided they wouldn’t need my help, so I flew back to base to get myself patched up, and to get a coffee. When it was almost time that I was supposed to meet up with them at the silo, I left the coffee place with some guy’s coffee and went to pick them up. When I got there I noticed there was nobody in the long cylinder, save for a very small hole in closed. Luckily before I dropped the troops off, I had armed myself with some bigger sized weapons that Tam made for me, so I made a bigger hole in the wall and slowly crawled down the flight of stairs. I head some little squirrel-squeaks and barely turned myself around to see some squirrels running at me, definitely not on our side. They started poking my butt with squirrel-spears, (though it still hurt) until we were at the bottom of the stairs in a large room, where I noticed our squirrel troops fighting; at least a hundred troops of the Lazulai. We were actually ‘winning’ despite the vast outnumbering. Unfortunately, our troops were running out of shells, and some of the squirrels had partly ripped off some of my bandages. I just realized that they’re trying to separate me from the rest of our force! There were a large number more coming from my right side than my left, and I was slowly moving away from the rest of us. Just then a scream was heard. Almost from a higher being. Suddenly all the Lazulai stopped fighting, so we picked them off, but eventually, we realized that there was someone descending the edge of the silo. It looked like a… like… a… like… a… Guinea Pig! Luckily for us, this one was a loner. There aren’t many wild guinea pigs left in the world, and very few ever join forces with squirrels, but they are definitely the Warlocks of squirrel-sized combat. Of course! The only one here for thousands of miles is on the other side of the battle. Quickly, all of our troops started shooting at it, trying to kill it before it reached the battle; this was a stupid move because, as soon as they turned their backs, the Lazulai swarmed them from behind. Chapter 12 I looked in shock. “GUINEA PIG!!!!” Nov yelled, and we all started screaming. Immediately we started to fire at it. A guinea pig could easily tear us apart, and that was our main threat. Unfortunately, the Lazulai swarmed us from behind. Soon, we were surrounded but, with Quib and Max. Max was using her machete like knife to push back the Lazulai, wounding anyone that got too close. I started tying a piece of rope onto a grappling bolt (yes I mean bolt, not dart), and then tied it around my teammates waists. “And up we go!” I yelled, and shot the dart. It got stuck in a rafter, and we shot up, all of us yelling. We fell down onto a small balcony, with the Lazulai far below. “Auuugh…” moaned Max. She had slashed herself on accident when we launched forward. I looked around. Everybody else looked tired and surprised, but all still alive. “Okay guys, stay there, im going to get a better sniping position!” I leapt and glided to a higher balcony, where I could see everybody below. I tried to get a good spot to hide but still snipe, but the rocks got in the way. “Wait a minute…” I muttered “Rocks?” An idea suddenly came to mind. With a not so effortless push, the rocks tumbled and fell, causing havoc on the Lazulai. Suddenly, the guinea pig dive-tackled me, and we flew off the ledge into open space. “AAAAHHH!” We fell like the stones I had just shoved, and I was getting the worst of this mid-air battle. Fist after fist after fist after fist pummeled me in all parts of the body, and I realized that this guinea pig had no idea that it was going to die. Suddenly Banrow swooped down and picked us up, and dropped us in the center of the Lazulai. I lay on the ground, moaning. “Oww…” Suddenly, the guinea pig spoke. “Man, you are one tough squirrel!” I looked up, barely seeing the guinea pig through two black eyes. He started to speak again, but this time, he addressed the Lazulai. “Squirrels, you shall not hurt this one, or any of his comrades! Including the Owl!” Banrow looked slightly offended that he had been addressed as ‘The Owl.’ Chapter 13 “OH MY GOD!!!” I can’t believe that stupid guinea pig called me ‘The Owl’! I can’t believe he doesn’t just say my name! Oh right, he doesn’t know it. Silly me. Still, I mean, he could of at least done it in a nicer way, meh, I can’t let that get in the way of peace and alliance talks. Tam decided to be the spokesperson. Well, I guess he didn’t have much of a choice because after all, the squad was still attempting to climb down the rafters. Tam pulled out some paper and a pencil and started to write down the terms of peace. Once he was done, I snuck a peek at it. It was something like this. TERMS OF PEACE § All squirrel vehicles; bases and weapons shall be shared equally between the two clans. § There shall be no warring or taking of prisoners among the clans § All plans, blueprints, and taken equipment shall be split evenly among the clan § NO SECRETS! § When one clan is in need, the other clan must come and help. § Joint control of the world, once domination occurs § Each group must meet AT LEAST three times a month. Signed: Tam, leader of the Narrilo clan and Rising Sun elite battle squad, Avill, leader of the Lazulai clan and member of the S.G.P.O (Secret Guinea Pig Order) Tam read through the document one more time, and then they made a copy. The squirrel team finally got down, with Max still clutching her side. “Can someone patch me up? I’m bleeding nonstop here! A Lazulai ran up with a pack of dressings and started to wrap them around and around until the wound was properly bandaged. Max grinned and gave the Lazulai a quick tap with her fist, a sign of thanks and happiness among squirrels. (Tam told me.) I fluttered my wings and took off. Nov and I helped Max up, and helped her get back up the stairs. Finally we reached the Chinook, which was starting up. As we climbed in, I noticed Aki sitting on a chair next to me, all buckled up. I was about to take a spot between Quib and Nov, but a squirrel called me over. “Uhh, Tam sir, can you man the turret?” I looked and saw a newly added chain gun on the helicopter. I yelled over the noise. “Yeah sure!” The squirrel gave me a thanks nod and gave me a pilot helmet. I shoved it on and noticed that everything was in heat vision. I was glad; because it was so foggy that night vision would do nothing. I slumped into the gunners seat, buckled up and then grabbed the turret handle. Finally, the Chinook lifted off the ground, and we were immediately up in the air. The co-pilot slid out of the cockpit and shook my shoulder. “Where do we go?” I gave him directions, and he walked back into the cockpit. About thirty minutes later, I suddenly noticed a group of heat coming close to us. With a horrified realization I yelled as loud as I could. “SPARROW HAWKS!” (Sparrows, Hawks, Owls, and basically any other bird are squirrels’ worst nightmare, except for Banrow. Sparrow Hawks are sparrows, but trained to defend the nest with their lives). I started up my chain gun and let loose a spiral of golden lumps of death. The mini bullets did nothing however, and the pilot yelled. “They got our rotors! We’re going down!!!” The Chinook spun around in a crazy death spiral really fast, and the trees below came up closer. Most of the squirrels sitting down got up and were able to parachute out of the opening bay doors, but when I tried to unbuckle my safety belt, it was jammed! I closed my eyes and waited for the end. [/QUOTE]
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