Fallen Angel

  Down it fell, towards the ground, ignored by those who saw it, dismissed as wreckage from another attempt to transverse the cloud layer. The object fell and gained speed, crashing into the northern wastelands of Correnia. Out of the ruins of the object stepped a figure, tall and thin, with strange, broken appendages rising from its shoulders. The figure shook its head, as if to clear it of the damage the impact might have caused, and then strode away from the crash site, folding the broken wings up against its back.

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“Good, she is gone from our midst. Control some general or high up military adviser, order someone to kill her”

 “Certainly, oh, and before I go, GGF detachment 1159 to E/5/B/0, your move”

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Griffon walked through the corridors of GA outpost #115 with a strange feeling of excitement falling over him; this was his first time in a GA base, and his first job for them. He knocked on the door of the Officer in charge of the outpost

  “Come,” said a voice from inside

  Griffon opened the door and walked into the darkened room

  “Sit,” commanded the officer “we have a job for you”

  Griffon sat on the chair across from the officer,

  “What job?” he asked

  The officer slid a photograph across the desk and Griffon picked it up. It was of a feminine figure standing in the midst of some wreckage in some wasteland with strange, broken appendages rising from her back

  “Assassination, Terminate the target in the photo” Continued the Officer

  “How…?” began Griffon

  “ 20,000Crd for the hit, if you bring back proof, 10,000 if target is eradicated” Said the Officer, answering Griffon’s half asked question

 Griffon nodded, 20K for nailing one person, sounded like a good deal to him

  “I’ll take it” Griffon told the officer, offering his hand “Thank you very much Mr…?”

  “Sergeant. Sergeant A. Ainsly” said Sergeant Ainsly, shaking Griffon’s outstretched hand

  Griffon left the office and walked off towards the hanger, where he had left his Tactical Mercenary ARMOUr, or just ARMOUr as it was more commonly referred to, so he didn’t notice the sergeant’s eyes glow bright blue as he left, then return to their normal green colour. Griffon opened the ARMOUr and climbed in, placing his feet on the pads and strapping himself into the pod with the shoulder straps. He could see 1159 Detachment gearing up; ready to move out. Griffon closed the ARMOUr and stuck the picture of his target up beside his VIEW so it wouldn’t obscure his HUD. Slipping his arms into the rigs he grasped the handles and flicked on the weapon systems, powering up the rest of the ARMOUr’s systems, and commanded the ARMOUr to stand. Once on his feet, Griffon moved out of the docking pad and turned to face the hanger doors

  “This is Mercenary Griffon requesting exit clearance from hanger 5” Griffon said into the mike that looped down over his ear and snaked to a point beside his mouth

  “Mercenary Griffon you are clear for exit, happy trails” replied Hanger control

 The doors opened and Griffon strode out of the hanger and out into the world. It was the night-cycle so Griffon set his VIEW to night-vision and headed off to where the wreckage in the picture was located, the wastelands of Correnia.

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  “And so that problem will end. I will send a Strike force of URA Mech-Armours to E/5/A/4, commence battle when the two forces detect each other”

  “Yes. Why should we let a Mercenary take care of her? Why not do it ourselves by direct control?”

  “Because she would sense our presence and could easily turn that connection against us”

  “Fine, we shall see how the Mercenary fairs”

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Down from the sky she fell,

Blazing with orange fury,

Cast out by her kind,

Fearful of her.

Someone hired to,

 Do their dirty work,

Kill the angel,

The fallen angel.

.:xX Fallen Angel Xx:.

Glossary ARMOUr – Armoured Robotic Mobile Offensive Unit

Mech-Armour – Mechanical Armour (URA Unit)

GA – Global Army (Ground, Air & Naval Divisions)

GGF – Global Ground Force (Ground Based Division of GA)

HUD – Heads Up Display

URA – United Revolutionists Army

VIEW – Virtual Imaging Electronic Window