Kyngdom Survival Guide
The truck is
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The truck is
The truck is ready
The parking lot of a gas station found itself home to five soldier escorts and one driver of a military cargo truck one fateful morning.
They had already shot an innocent civilian for nearing the truck, and no more had come after that.
The animals of FAFA had retreated from their stealthy attack on the inner workings days ago, and it was nearly ready--it just needed to be gassed up.
While FAFA and Gog were extracting Regina, The Resistance had a mission of their own.
Failure could not be permitted.
submitted by Resistance Intel
(May 6, 2017 - 8:32 pm)
(May 6, 2017 - 8:32 pm)
Er, I'm on driver duty. I can't be in two places at the same time.
(May 18, 2017 - 8:11 am)
I'll go instead.
(May 18, 2017 - 4:47 pm)
We arrived already. The drive was uneventful so I sped things up.
(May 18, 2017 - 5:03 pm)
Okay, nevermind!
(May 18, 2017 - 7:41 pm)
❄Microchip
You can still come, of course!
Anyone and everyone is welcome.
(May 18, 2017 - 9:24 pm)
Thanks, Icy!
(May 19, 2017 - 6:29 am)
Kimi~
"Hello. We've come to rescue you."
My snarl transforms into a gape as the strange girl speaks.
"M--me?" I stammer. I'm aware of my jaw dangling helplessly at the joint, but I quickly put on the familiar emotionless mask I've worn my whole life.
The girl nods.
"Who are you?" I ask guardedly, taking in the girl who spoke, the girl with her, and the strange human-like things next to them that smell of metal and rubber.
"I'm Sprocket, and this is Rae," says the girl, indicating the girl standing next to her. "And these are my automatons."
I don't dare ask what an automaton is. Never reveal your ignorance in a suspicious situation.
"Well...there isn't a way out of this cell; sorry. And even if you can rescue me," (which I have no idea why someone would rescue me when they could just leave and save themselves), "I don't know of anywhere to go." Suddenly I'm struck with an idea. "Or...there's that Resistance! Have you heard of them before? Everyone talks about them here. And I don't know how you escaped, but--"
Sprocket laughs as she pulls out a shiny metal object from her belt. I've never seen such shiny tools before in my life! I can't help but stare at them, the words I was going to say dying prematurely on my lips. It's then I notice that Sprocket's arm is made of metal. When I discover that, I can't stop staring at it. Arms aren't supposed to be made of metal! But maybe all humans have metal arms. Then again, Rae doesn't have metal on her arms. Neither do the guards here.
"Why are you laughing?" I ask helplessly.
"We're part of the Resistance," Rae says, filling in for Sprocket, who is putting her tool on the lock of my cell door and laughing. "And we didn't escape; we broke in."
"Why would someone break into a place like this," I ask, "when they can be anywhere else, and safe? Wait. Did you say you're--" I stop talking, my whiskers twitching. This is the Resistance?! Well, they seem nice enough. I don't know what I was imagining, but when I think of Resistance, I don't think of two girls and some metal humans. Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers. Still, I wonder if they're totally trustworthy. After all, the people in Catastrophe's army don't trust them.
Rae seems confused by my question, as if the selfish idea never occured to her. Great. Have I once again exhibited my ignorance? Is there something bigger going on here? Because to be honest, I have literally no idea what's going on. Suddenly the lock falls to the ground. Did she just cut a metal lock?!!! What kinds of tools can do that?!
Rae pours some oil on the hinges to my cell door and eases it open silently. Finally, I'm free!
"Come on," she whispers, beckoning me out of the cell. Sprocket steps aside to allow me room to walk out. I feel the claustrophobia lift as soon as I'm out of the room.
"Thank you," I whisper before I can stop myself. Instantly I berate myself, clenching a fist. Never show weakness, I remind myself, narrowing my eyes and averting my gaze. But it would feel wrong not to show gratitude to these people.
"Now we have to get back out of this prison," Sprocket whispers, "and find the others." Others? "Follow us, and be as quiet as you can."
(May 19, 2017 - 3:17 pm)
"Rae and Sprocket got some prisoners free, we should get out of here." Anethia says calmly. "Don't you wanna check for loot?" Random Person begs.
"Nothing of importance. They'll notice." Anethia seems to have done this before.
"Right..."
Before long I find myself wandering through hallways, dodging the regular patrols because I know their timing and pace well.
And before long, I find an office.
The golden plating on the door says so, and the door is ajar as if recently left open.
It's decorated plainly and barely, as if a cubicle, and a paper sits in the shredder. The wastebasket seems to have been knocked over by the chair when whoever was in it got up, unplugging the shredder. Only the top is shredded.
I carefully remove the paper, take a sheet from the printer, and shove it in the shredder, plugging it in.
Time to go.
(May 21, 2017 - 2:29 pm)
Crawling though tunnels, freeing prisioners. copying important papers, and now we are going back to the intersection to meet with the others so we can all be accounted for. I wonder how Pater Iustitae fe-
"This reminds me of my old days" says a certain voice. the one on my hip.
Everyone stops in their tracks. panic sweeps everyone besides me
"We are being followed!" A girl that was captured for being a spy.
"They are coming for us" says a rabbit who used to be a jounalist.
"Why arn't you paniking Alex?" Asks Icy
"Because that would be my sword, now be quiet before we really have to panic"
"I should introduce myself, I'm Pater Iustitae, Alex's Sword"
Everyone is dumbfounded
(May 22, 2017 - 12:57 pm)
Wait, quick question- Are Icy, RP, and Anethia still with this group?
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Microchip~
"Your sword can talk?"
I spin around in disbelief, looking at the gleaming handle on Alex's hip. Nothing too out of the ordinary, from what I can see.
"Of course I can talk," says the sword, leading to another round of excited whispers.
"Come on," I mutter urgently to them. "We definitely don't want to be caught. And Alex, tell that magical sword of yours to keep quiet."
He covers the sword with his hand, which muffles its indignant cries.
We all continue down the tunnels, a bit faster than before. Suddenly, we reach one with a smaller opening. I size it up, then shake my head.
"What is it?" asks one of the rescued prisoners.
"I'll never be able to get through there with these wings," I reply. "Here, I'll try it."
I manage to wriggle about three feet into the tunnel, then, tentatively, another three feet. Then another, and another. The tunnel widens just a bit, and I can move again.
After what seems like hours of squeezing my wings, foot by foot, through the tunnel, we finally reach the intersection.
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*leaving this open so someone else can decide what happens at the intersection*
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I hope this was all right....
(May 24, 2017 - 6:31 am)
"Wait, Someone's coming"
"Of couse someone's coming!" Microchip wispers angery "That's Sprocket's group,"
"No, I mean, I sence a SOUL of an Anthro, She is with Sprocket, She feels so familiar"
"The only anthros is Alex and Nieke, and Nieke is not with us," Icy quietly says, "Wait, how can ou tell the difference?"
"I'll explain," I say "SOULS come in different shapes, A human is a heart, a monster is an upside down heart, an animal is a 4 toed paw, an humanoid animal is a 5 toed paw, and Anthro are % toed paws but the middle's a heart instead of an upside down one, this was Alex and thank you for listening to Alex's Class of SOULS"
"Do you realy need to joke at the end" Rp rolls their eyes (Sorry I forgot what gender you are)
"Well we are about to find out the owner of the SOUL"
we are back at the intersection and then Out of Sprocket's group I saw
"Kimi, one of the Flammori Tribe"
"How would -"
"I've seen her birth"
Well things couldn't get more awkard then this, or could it?
(May 25, 2017 - 8:22 am)
*Rp room is empty*
*Picks up guitar*
(Sings) Lonelllllyyyyyyyyyyyy, I'm Mister Lonellyyyyyyyy, I got Nobodyyyyyyy, For my ownnnn ohhhhhhhh!
(May 23, 2017 - 7:38 am)
*plugs ears*
We just have to wait...
*puts in earplugs*
(May 23, 2017 - 9:23 am)
*plugs ears, looks for mute button*
(May 23, 2017 - 5:26 pm)
I...am...here! *pants* What's going on?
(May 23, 2017 - 2:50 pm)