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Chapter XII
The sound of the cell door being open awoke Hawk from his sleep, but he and Mackie had to shield their eyes from the harsh light from the outside the cell and after days of sitting in the dark, but he smiled at the pleasing sight at the door, a familiar female 1st Lt. “Sylia.” He smiled
“Sis?” Mackie questioned. Recognizing his sister, Mackie ran to hug his sister.
“Thank god, you’re safe, Mackie.” Sylia whispered as she hugged her brother. Hawk watched the two Stingray siblings have their reunion; he noticed tears running from Sylia’s eyes, as she held her brother.
Releasing Mackie, Sylia turned to Hawk, it was an awkward moment as they couldn’t decide whether to salute, or shake hands, but decided on a hug. Hawk was the closest thing Sylia had to a father but also a mentor and a very close and dear friend. “I’m just glad you two are safe.”
“I hope you were more productive on you end, Sylia.” Hawk smiled
“I’ll explain it over drinks.”
“For you’re your loyalty in the face of adversity, for your courage against overwhelming odds, I hereby restore Special Operations unit GI Joe, and the Knight Sabers to full operating status.” Franks announced. A ceremony was held for the Joes to restoring them to active duty for their efforts of thwarting a military coup engineered by Cobra.
After the ceremony, Scarlett headed back to the barracks limping with a cane. Doc told her it would be six to eight weeks for her knee heal. That damned Synthoid of Duke nearly shattered her knee with the butt of a Zaku machine gun. Suddenly she tripped, landing on her injured knee. She bit down on her lower lip to resist the urge to cry out in pain. But tears did well in eyes. “Here, lean on me.” A voice told her.
Turning her head she saw Nene kneeling beside her. The Knight Saber helped Scarlett up back on her feet, allowing her to lean on Nene taking weight off her injured knee. “Thanks kiddo.”
“No need to thank me, Shanna. You’ve always been so kind to me.”
Scarlett smiled at her as Nene took her back to the quarters belonging to Linna and Nene, since Linna was there and she could help Scarlett through her therapy.
After the whole Synthoid incident, Cover Girl arranged some leave time for herself and Priss. Taking her to a secluded cabin in Colorado, a place she kept from her modeling days. A private place for just her and Priss. But honoring her request, Priss took it slow with her friend, most of their days were spent hiking, swimming or just talking and lounging in front of the fireplace. In front of a roaring fire, Priss reached out and stroke Cover Girl’s cheek with two slender fingers of her right hand. A smile from the tank jockey was a signal that she was ready to take it to the next step, reaching behind her Priss pulled out the two hairpins allowing Cover Girl’s hair to fall past her shoulders. “I like your hair this way, looks a lot better than that bun.”
“You think so?” She smiled.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Cover Girl leaned over kissing Priss on the lips, savoring the taste. She pushed Priss onto the bearskin rug, still kissing her, their tongues dancing with each other. Cover Girl nor Priss never considered themselves as lesbians or even bisexuals, but with her friend’s support put her at ease. “Priss,” She moaned as her lover kissed her on the neck, “Bedroom, there’s a soft king size bed.”
Taking Priss’ hand, Cover Girl led Priss to the bedroom.
The next morning, the chirping of birds and the sun’s light pouring through the window, Cover Girl began to stir after a night of sweaty, passionate lovemaking. Lifting her head she smiled at her partner; who was still dead to the world. She leaned over and playfully kissed Priss on the cheek. Priss began to stir now, but still half asleep, she cradled her lover in her arms. “Mmm, that was wonderful.” Cover Girl sighed contently, snuggling closer to Priss.
“I’ve had a wonderful time too, Courtney.” Priss said. “But how do we deal with our relationship once we return to base?”
“Mmm, I don’t want to think about that right now.” Cover Girl said before drifting back to sleep in Priss’ arms. “I love you Priscilla Asagiri.” She whispered.
Priss smiled a bit, Cover Girl was only one out of two people allowed calling her ‘Priscilla,’ but god help anyone who had the balls to call her ‘Prissy.’ “And I love you Courtney Krieger, my love.” She lovingly kissed Cover Girl on the cheek before drifting off to sleep herself.
“Good morning sir,” Caroline greeted the Commander as she held his morning cup of coffee as he entered his office.
“Hmm yes,” he grumbled, his mood was particularly foul after Katse’s debacle in destroying all Synthoids, the failed military coup. Cobra nearly had achieved victory. Yet the Commander still got screwed.
“Sir, Lt Col. Zabi’s left some folders on your desk, sir”
“Thank you,” The Commander grumbled taking the coffee from his aide’s hand. Reaching his desk he sat down and turned on his computer, actively ignoring what Kycilia sent over. After a few minutes he opened one of the folders marked XHS-07 Gouf Prototype. His mood got better when he saw specs for a new high mobility ground combat hardsuit test bed, the HS-06C-5 Dom Prototype.
Days after the failed military coup committed by his Synthoid doppelganger, General Franks was handed three files from DARPA. The files were of an extreme secrecy, opening the one of the folders he read the title page in bold letters: RX PROJECT, with a single name: Gundam.
Translated from Japanese:
• Kudama: Wheel
• Bo: Stick
• Shu: Palm
*Note from Author: A Metal Gear Solid injoke
The sound of the cell door being open awoke Hawk from his sleep, but he and Mackie had to shield their eyes from the harsh light from the outside the cell and after days of sitting in the dark, but he smiled at the pleasing sight at the door, a familiar female 1st Lt. “Sylia.” He smiled
“Sis?” Mackie questioned. Recognizing his sister, Mackie ran to hug his sister.
“Thank god, you’re safe, Mackie.” Sylia whispered as she hugged her brother. Hawk watched the two Stingray siblings have their reunion; he noticed tears running from Sylia’s eyes, as she held her brother.
Releasing Mackie, Sylia turned to Hawk, it was an awkward moment as they couldn’t decide whether to salute, or shake hands, but decided on a hug. Hawk was the closest thing Sylia had to a father but also a mentor and a very close and dear friend. “I’m just glad you two are safe.”
“I hope you were more productive on you end, Sylia.” Hawk smiled
“I’ll explain it over drinks.”
“For you’re your loyalty in the face of adversity, for your courage against overwhelming odds, I hereby restore Special Operations unit GI Joe, and the Knight Sabers to full operating status.” Franks announced. A ceremony was held for the Joes to restoring them to active duty for their efforts of thwarting a military coup engineered by Cobra.
After the ceremony, Scarlett headed back to the barracks limping with a cane. Doc told her it would be six to eight weeks for her knee heal. That damned Synthoid of Duke nearly shattered her knee with the butt of a Zaku machine gun. Suddenly she tripped, landing on her injured knee. She bit down on her lower lip to resist the urge to cry out in pain. But tears did well in eyes. “Here, lean on me.” A voice told her.
Turning her head she saw Nene kneeling beside her. The Knight Saber helped Scarlett up back on her feet, allowing her to lean on Nene taking weight off her injured knee. “Thanks kiddo.”
“No need to thank me, Shanna. You’ve always been so kind to me.”
Scarlett smiled at her as Nene took her back to the quarters belonging to Linna and Nene, since Linna was there and she could help Scarlett through her therapy.
After the whole Synthoid incident, Cover Girl arranged some leave time for herself and Priss. Taking her to a secluded cabin in Colorado, a place she kept from her modeling days. A private place for just her and Priss. But honoring her request, Priss took it slow with her friend, most of their days were spent hiking, swimming or just talking and lounging in front of the fireplace. In front of a roaring fire, Priss reached out and stroke Cover Girl’s cheek with two slender fingers of her right hand. A smile from the tank jockey was a signal that she was ready to take it to the next step, reaching behind her Priss pulled out the two hairpins allowing Cover Girl’s hair to fall past her shoulders. “I like your hair this way, looks a lot better than that bun.”
“You think so?” She smiled.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Cover Girl leaned over kissing Priss on the lips, savoring the taste. She pushed Priss onto the bearskin rug, still kissing her, their tongues dancing with each other. Cover Girl nor Priss never considered themselves as lesbians or even bisexuals, but with her friend’s support put her at ease. “Priss,” She moaned as her lover kissed her on the neck, “Bedroom, there’s a soft king size bed.”
Taking Priss’ hand, Cover Girl led Priss to the bedroom.
The next morning, the chirping of birds and the sun’s light pouring through the window, Cover Girl began to stir after a night of sweaty, passionate lovemaking. Lifting her head she smiled at her partner; who was still dead to the world. She leaned over and playfully kissed Priss on the cheek. Priss began to stir now, but still half asleep, she cradled her lover in her arms. “Mmm, that was wonderful.” Cover Girl sighed contently, snuggling closer to Priss.
“I’ve had a wonderful time too, Courtney.” Priss said. “But how do we deal with our relationship once we return to base?”
“Mmm, I don’t want to think about that right now.” Cover Girl said before drifting back to sleep in Priss’ arms. “I love you Priscilla Asagiri.” She whispered.
Priss smiled a bit, Cover Girl was only one out of two people allowed calling her ‘Priscilla,’ but god help anyone who had the balls to call her ‘Prissy.’ “And I love you Courtney Krieger, my love.” She lovingly kissed Cover Girl on the cheek before drifting off to sleep herself.
“Good morning sir,” Caroline greeted the Commander as she held his morning cup of coffee as he entered his office.
“Hmm yes,” he grumbled, his mood was particularly foul after Katse’s debacle in destroying all Synthoids, the failed military coup. Cobra nearly had achieved victory. Yet the Commander still got screwed.
“Sir, Lt Col. Zabi’s left some folders on your desk, sir”
“Thank you,” The Commander grumbled taking the coffee from his aide’s hand. Reaching his desk he sat down and turned on his computer, actively ignoring what Kycilia sent over. After a few minutes he opened one of the folders marked XHS-07 Gouf Prototype. His mood got better when he saw specs for a new high mobility ground combat hardsuit test bed, the HS-06C-5 Dom Prototype.
Days after the failed military coup committed by his Synthoid doppelganger, General Franks was handed three files from DARPA. The files were of an extreme secrecy, opening the one of the folders he read the title page in bold letters: RX PROJECT, with a single name: Gundam.
Translated from Japanese:
• Kudama: Wheel
• Bo: Stick
• Shu: Palm
*Note from Author: A Metal Gear Solid injoke
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