War of the Cookie I: Attila the Bun. (Drop i

[Lady Ashenwyte]

   
The sky burns. The Guest horde struck without warning, and none could stand before them. Now, the scattered remnants of the Cellars defend a holy relic that is the last intact piece of the Cellars, the Cookie. While the Order has been untouched by the conflict, the Guest horde approaches. As the sky burns, there is only war.

~~O~~

A window looked out at the approaching Guest horde. The Grandmaster looked out, impassive. All things were fleeting, mortality but a brief interruption before the Great Dream. His armour, mail made of the finest adamantium and a tabard patterned with images of the Cookie, rustled as the strong winds buffeted the stronghold. He turned to address the figures sat on a bench behind him.
       "You are fine warriors. Your task is to assasinate the Guest queen, who's authority is absolute, and is well guarded. You will be given jump packs so that you can bypass most of the guests. I will also be there with you. You cannot fail. You will not fail." With that he put on his helmet and turned away, the sword on his belt gleaming with the evening sun.

OOC: Anybody can join at any time, but please shoot me a PM.

[Groddil]

<~Grozzil~>

Grozzil, Poisons Specialist for the Armies of the Cookie, spits out a poisoned ricecracker. He loads it into his plasma cannon and throws a quick salute.
"On it, Grandmaster Ashenwyte. The guests shall die in green slime for the cookie!"

<~??~>

The sky burns. The Guest horde struck without warning, and none could stand before them. Now, the scattered remnants of the Attics defend a holy relic that is the last intact piece of the Attics, the Ricecracker. While the Order has been untouched by the conflict, the Guest horde approaches. As the sky burns, there is only war.

~~O~~

A window looked out at the approaching Guest horde. The Supreme Ricecracker looked out, impassive. All things were fleeting, mortality but a brief interruption before the Great Nightmare. His armor, heavily plated in the finest, jet-black SuperSteel and a shadowy mask with the seal of the Ricecracker, imprinted on the back, clanked as the rain of fire buffeted the stronghold. He turned to address the figures sat on a bench behind him.
       "You are fine warriors. Your task is to assassinate the Traitor Ashenwyte, Grandmaster of the Order of the Cookie, who's authority is absolute, and is well guarded. You will be given nuclear drills so that you can bypass most of the traitors. I will also be there with you. You cannot fail. You will not fail." With that he turned away, the chainsaw on his belt gleaming with the evening sun, electricity coursing through the blade.

[LT Sandpaw]

A bell rang from the entrance of a small café. A few of the café's occupants looked up, however most of them kept to doing what they had been doing. A few clacked away on keyboards, other's rustled old fashion newspapers while slurping coffee. More tapped away in frustration on holo-pads trying to make the devices work.

The new guests, as they were guest of the guest horde, infuriated by the lack of attention directed at their arrival, fired a few laser shots into the roof.

"Nobody move! We're in control now! Everyone move out onto the streets, we are preparing to destroy the last resistance against the Guest Queen! The Orders of the Ricecracker and Cookie shall be no more, all must witness the power of the gue-" She got no further, one of the café regulars stood faster then the guest could move. His scaly hands closed over a 45. Colt clicking the hammer back raising it to be level with the guest's forehead.

Her fellow soldiers attempted to respond in time but five shots rang out in a split second. The guest soldiers collapsed bullet holes in their heads and throats.

"How wasss I ssupposed to move out onto the ssstreets when you gave the order not to move?" Hackson asked the corpses. "I hate contradictory ordersss sso much." He rolled the revolver fitting two fresh bullets into place. Three more lizards stood up reloading their own weapons.

"What now ssir?" One asked flipping a revolver back into its holster. Hackson considered the bodies for a moment, before looking back at the uninterested café regulars who had hardly flinched at the gunshots.

"Hide the bodiesss, then ssummon a few of the ssquadrons. I want our forcesss ready to respond at a sshort notice. Sstaff Ssergeant come with me." A moment later Hackson and the second lizard slipped out of the café disappearing into the shadows.