Screech
The Cool Cat
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link to the ooc section ---> https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=415012
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It was raining in New York. It always rained in New York. At least, it did lately. It wasn't a particularly heavy rain, it was more of a light drizzle, but a constant drizzle, and the dark clouds never seemed to leave the skies of the metropolis. Meterologists couldn't explain exactly why the weather patterns had become so erratic, and especially over this particular spot of the east coast of America. It was summer time, and constant downpoars like this wern't supposed to happen. Still, they constantly claimed that "winds would shift", and that "it would soon pass"
It never did.
That is because this particular storm was apart from nature. A man controlled it. That is, if a man can control the weather. Few knew him as he was nearly always alone, and fewer still knew why he was alone, why he spent most of his time with books, or searching out obscure internet sites. Even had they known what this man was doing, no-one would know to look at him.
The rain was bad, but things had gotten slightly worse over the last couple of days. There was the odd report of small, half-seen creatures in alleys, gargoyles that moved, and even one of spontanious combustion. But, as with most unexplanable things in the big city, they were put down to tired minds and general phenomena, and left for "paranormal investigators" to look at.
Not that they did.
And through all of the happenings, the man laughed. And something else laughed with him.
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It was happening again. The alarms were blazing, and people were running down corridors to and from armoury stations. Jack groaned as he sat up in bed and looked at his watch. 8:32. Another day, another 4 hours sleep. This was really starting to annoy him.
Clambering out of bed, Jack pulled his jumpsuit on over his athletic frame. With the constant attacks all over the world, luxurious clothing had become a comodity in high demand, and military types like him had to make do with the basics. Strapping a holster to his hip, he picked up an old six-shooter off of his bedside stand. It had served him well in the past. Flicking open the chamber, he counted the bullets. 6. Excellent. Fully loaded. He'd give those alien freaks something to think about if he had to get up close and personal.
Opening his dorr, he sprinted off down toward strategic command. He didn't need to get there this time, however, as the corridor shook. "Damn Venemoids. Don't they know how to sleep?!" Turning, he saw something that filled him with both terror and anger. A huge claw had burst through the wall, and impaled a young woman in the side of her head. "Shit! They're here?! This is bad!"
Breaking into a sprint, Jack hurredly made his way to weapon storage delta, and to something he knew he'd use to make these freaks pay dearly!
The door slid open with a hiss. A the far end of the room, Jack saw it. His teknoarmour. Oh yeah! Now he'd make 'em pay good! Looking up, however, there was a crack forming in the ceiling. That definatly wasn't good! Darting over to the armour, he hastilly climbed inside, the armoured environment combat suit closing and locking in place. A mere second later, the systems came online, and he stepped off of the storage platform. "Time to blast you back to..." Jack's idle comment faded as everything went white.
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Blinking, Jack tried to clear the spots from his eyes. "Damn freaks! What sort of trick was..." Again, he stopped mid sentance. What was this? He wasn't in the weapon storage bay anyomre, nor was he even anywhere near strategic command! He was out, in the open. Looking around, the tecknoarmour's advanced sensors could detect lifesigns nearby. But they wern't Venomoid. They were human. That was very stange. Humans? In the open? On a farm? Panicking slightly, Jack activated his radio. "Teknosoldier 5 to strategic command. Come in please, over". Nothing. Without warning, a soft voice entered his mind. It was gentle, yet commanding. {you must stop them all}
"Oh. Swell"
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It was raining in New York. It always rained in New York. At least, it did lately. It wasn't a particularly heavy rain, it was more of a light drizzle, but a constant drizzle, and the dark clouds never seemed to leave the skies of the metropolis. Meterologists couldn't explain exactly why the weather patterns had become so erratic, and especially over this particular spot of the east coast of America. It was summer time, and constant downpoars like this wern't supposed to happen. Still, they constantly claimed that "winds would shift", and that "it would soon pass"
It never did.
That is because this particular storm was apart from nature. A man controlled it. That is, if a man can control the weather. Few knew him as he was nearly always alone, and fewer still knew why he was alone, why he spent most of his time with books, or searching out obscure internet sites. Even had they known what this man was doing, no-one would know to look at him.
The rain was bad, but things had gotten slightly worse over the last couple of days. There was the odd report of small, half-seen creatures in alleys, gargoyles that moved, and even one of spontanious combustion. But, as with most unexplanable things in the big city, they were put down to tired minds and general phenomena, and left for "paranormal investigators" to look at.
Not that they did.
And through all of the happenings, the man laughed. And something else laughed with him.
********************
It was happening again. The alarms were blazing, and people were running down corridors to and from armoury stations. Jack groaned as he sat up in bed and looked at his watch. 8:32. Another day, another 4 hours sleep. This was really starting to annoy him.
Clambering out of bed, Jack pulled his jumpsuit on over his athletic frame. With the constant attacks all over the world, luxurious clothing had become a comodity in high demand, and military types like him had to make do with the basics. Strapping a holster to his hip, he picked up an old six-shooter off of his bedside stand. It had served him well in the past. Flicking open the chamber, he counted the bullets. 6. Excellent. Fully loaded. He'd give those alien freaks something to think about if he had to get up close and personal.
Opening his dorr, he sprinted off down toward strategic command. He didn't need to get there this time, however, as the corridor shook. "Damn Venemoids. Don't they know how to sleep?!" Turning, he saw something that filled him with both terror and anger. A huge claw had burst through the wall, and impaled a young woman in the side of her head. "Shit! They're here?! This is bad!"
Breaking into a sprint, Jack hurredly made his way to weapon storage delta, and to something he knew he'd use to make these freaks pay dearly!
The door slid open with a hiss. A the far end of the room, Jack saw it. His teknoarmour. Oh yeah! Now he'd make 'em pay good! Looking up, however, there was a crack forming in the ceiling. That definatly wasn't good! Darting over to the armour, he hastilly climbed inside, the armoured environment combat suit closing and locking in place. A mere second later, the systems came online, and he stepped off of the storage platform. "Time to blast you back to..." Jack's idle comment faded as everything went white.
**
Blinking, Jack tried to clear the spots from his eyes. "Damn freaks! What sort of trick was..." Again, he stopped mid sentance. What was this? He wasn't in the weapon storage bay anyomre, nor was he even anywhere near strategic command! He was out, in the open. Looking around, the tecknoarmour's advanced sensors could detect lifesigns nearby. But they wern't Venomoid. They were human. That was very stange. Humans? In the open? On a farm? Panicking slightly, Jack activated his radio. "Teknosoldier 5 to strategic command. Come in please, over". Nothing. Without warning, a soft voice entered his mind. It was gentle, yet commanding. {you must stop them all}
"Oh. Swell"
