That's my girl!

I told you to watch that fucker too. Daddy's never steered you wrong.

Oh, would you stop lecturing me and kill the bastard? He's coming back for a second shot!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!

If I survive this, Frank's going to kill me!

Oh fuck!

Flyer! Help!

Stupid fucking monkeys! I was trying to help you stupid fucks!

zzzztttttt.

See what happens when you ask nicely?

Now the chimps think the place is under their control, this goober won't do more than gibber for the rest of his life and daddy brought you a new toy.

Prestbyterian Johnny will spill his guts soon but they don't trust his ass either so you got maybe an hour before they come back to finish the job.

Forget the pain. Use it or lose it honey.

zzzzttttt.

Connection back. Oh fuck, oh fuck...

Fuckingstupidmonkeyassedpiecesofhorseshit!

*cough* 'M alive. Got jumped by three monkeys with knives. More fucking juice wasted.

Oh these fucker are just begging for it. Don't make me put this camera down assholes.

Samhra...

Fucking hell! Arbalalest is down. we're down to four defenders. Preston, Jager get your asses here now. Don't make me go out and kill them all. God help us all.

'M outta juice but I'm alive. Regen'ed m'self. Can't fly out. Pinned down by another flying nova.

Someone, anyone, please get me outta here. Charr, Slattern, Franklin, anyone. Please!

Oh fuck this.

I'll take care of your piddly little problems but only because Codex is my girl.

Yeah that's it asshole. See the pretty skirt waving at you from the hill top? That's it... a little closer... Yeah, feel the heat in your balls and just a little...

[size:8]GOTCHA![/color]

Stupid fuckers never expect that.

Sorry asshole. Its about choices and you weren't mine.

*cough*

Never thought I'd say this, but thanks Charr.

That was fun.

Goddamn it!

Now I got find another fucking body. Oh hey, there's one.

No sweat honey. I pulled the same trick at a Michealite Scripture Convention before the yoo-pees got me.

It always goes over well when the wrapper comes off and the surprise comes out. You'd think the stupid fuckers never saw tentacles before.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

zzzzzzzzzttttttttt.

Oops!

My bad.

Well hell, that's new....

I'm up, Long. Don't ask me how, but I'm up, and I've got a full charge.

Hang on, I'm gonna build us a sort of shield. You, you, you and you, stretch that fucking tarp out there, in a semi-circle around the surgery pavillion...don't ask, you fucking monkeys, just do it. Now, on the count of three, let go. 1....2....3! Woo-hoo! There ya' go, one handy-dandy stasis shield around half of the center pavillion. I can maintain it for a good long while, and that nicely blocks off those creeps with the machine guns.

Now, if you gentlemen would be so kind as to take care of guarding the other half until we can get our happy asses warped the fuck out of Dodge?

zzzzttttt.

Car. Shit. Monkeys. Guns. SHIT!

Got to fix a little problem here. Goddamn it, I knew that looked familiar.

But niiiiiiice.

Come to Daddy, Baby girl.

I got ya covered.

Frank, stop tellin' me off. 'M comin' to the hospital. Stay there. Timeslip an' the others need your help.

Oh just tell him mind blowing orgasm are a fucking side effect and its not like you could help it.

That's even the truth.

Don' flatter yourself, Charr.

Promise after this I won't threaten to eat you. Sound good?

Thanks.

Think of it as giving your boytoy a goal to aspire to.

Okay, now that we've taken care of important shit you fuckers have finally pissed me off and I'm still not holding the goddamn camera. Time to make some chimp legends.

Just like a zip with a gun to forget he's unarmed...

I can feel the walls starting to give. the foundation is cracking. I am taking everyone I can. God forgive me for those I condemn by leaving behind.

Son... of... a... bitch.
100 km from the closest Triage I saw in the news feeds, and the Jet I was in gets shot down. I made it out safe, and the pilot... well I thought he was safe, but when I saw he was decapitated by some debris... dammit. It's a damned warzone. No ifs ands or buts about it.
I've kept a record of where I left the pilot's body, so after this chaos is over I can return him home to his family. I found his head, but I doubt there'll be an open casket funeral.

As for making my way to the site itself, it's going to take a bit. Dodging UN and Utopian fire AND Teragen fire. I mean, all I'm trying to do is save some lives and it's mine on the line.

At elast I'm holding together mentally... last time I was in a situation like this, I found out I'm not elite material.

Long, Samhra, I'm in route. As soon as I find a Triage, I'll find out where there's a hospital and deliver supplies. Hopefully that one butt-ugly Terat didn't sniff out my quantum signature. I don't feel like dying at the moment, and picking up on his twisted quantum aura made me realize he's way out of my league.

Crap, cutting transmission, gotta get back to stealth.

*connection closed: transmission time - .00001 seconds Text only*

Endeavor, stay at the Triage. it's becoming far to dangerous here. I won't let any more of my friends get hurt in this insanity. help those you can and get safety.

*gasp... gasp...*

Realizing how hard it is to run when dormed. But I think I evaded further detection. I think I had some cover... but not sure if it was just wild fire...

Long, I will do so, but I will not reveal my location over this transmission.

...Oh god... All the limbs...

*connection closed, video file stream offline*

It was fun Codex. Reeeeeeeally fun. But journalism is a harsh bitch and N! just upped their offer. Like I give a shit about those sick fucks and their worthless offers.

Its fun to fuck with their monkey minds pretending I do though.

And next time... just kill the fuckers. Now I got to scoot. Special forces is suppose to be down in the city club district doing mass executions.

Yr correspondent. Always where the action is.

Okay you fucking little Terat bitches. I'm going to kill each of you little fucking freaks I see. I see a tentacle or a goddamn third eye and I'm going to beat the bearer to death with a goddamn mini cooper!!

Save the baselines and beat the hell out of each other later.

Hola you pendejo bastards.

Looks like you freaks die just like humans do if you get shot. This nova bastardo had himself a very nice computer. It is Miguel's now. Maybe I kill some more of you?

THEY KILLED CARMEN!

THEY KILLED HER!

...The triage... They weren't even fighting! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!

Long, I gotta find somewhere to hide out while helping out. I need to find some new way to help but... I don't think I would be any help at this location anymore.

I'm keeping my video feed off, I think the triage was attacked because of a news feed I had seen earlier showing the humanitarian efforts. I think whoever did this is close, so I'm going to try to keep my transmission encrypted hard.

Son of a bitch... The blood is all over me... Wait, is that someone from utopia? She's hurt, I gotta move. What the... *gunfire*

*connection terminated*

Prestbyterian Johnny is helping the fuckers who are feeding it to the locals. Moron never could handle responsibility or anything less than big picture stuff.

*connection re-established*
Son of a bitch... Some Baselines set up an ambush... They were looting the Triage and rifling through bodies looking for more equipment...

I had no chioce in the matter. They're dead. Thank god I remembered my plasma torch. Had to un-dorm though to move my ass through that hail of bullets.

She's still alive, looks like I've stabilized her. Anyone have any clue where I can take her? I need some help here. I think she may have lost alot of blood.