25 MAY,2055
07:36:00
"The fuckin' nerve," Adam "Level Earth Observer" i Fe\ remarked in Mister Astro Theology's You Tube live chat." Still promotin' their pandemic charade , even after we exposed their lies and deceit, time and again."
"Ain't about the truth!" exulted Marcus " Arkangel4Truth" Clemons, as he vectored ten rounds of fifty-calibet hardball into the slaves and tyrants loading a '22 Kenworth KW1500 three-quarter ton pickup down with toxic vax.""Bout control, 'bout tyranny!*
*Indeed it is, Brother Man,* Dustin “Deznat” Kingsley remarked, as he floated six inches from Arkangel's right eye." About the groomers using targeted mRNA gene therapies on children in order to bring about white genocide and the Great Replacement."
"Yeah," Arkangel4Truth remarked, as a quartet of bright blue flashes ripped through the patriots trying to resist Rothschild corporate tyranny, and hold onto the True American Republic.
"Git 'em!" he screamed, finally letting Jake, his scaly, twin-headed, mace-tsilled dog, off the chain, the six-legged creature leaping into the air, both sets of jaws slavering, as sharp teeth closed around the thr–
"BITCH!" Arkangel screamed at the silver-armored butch who'd turned the animal he'd raised from a pup into a rain of chunky salsa.
*All part of the elites' plan to restore the United States of Socialist Amerika and its so-called New Global Order," Santos Bonacci sagely observed, as the tyeants finished loading up the pickup, and it roared into life, barrelling down the alleyway toward Arkangel and his surviving fellow patriots.
Without even thinking about it, Arkangel4Truth leapt in front of the vehicle, took aim, then f–
25 MAY, 2055
07:37:32
Corporal Marnie Kovacs hosed the scruffy little yobbo with the 12.7mm heavy accelerator out of the gas burner"s way, allowing the elderly vehicle to peel off screaming into the street ahead, Ten Section's big guns turning on their vector jet carriages to provide support for as long as the vehicle remained in range.
The flying wing of the 1/1st Troop's Comet dropship then cast its shadow over the alleyway, its central eight-inch turret covering the area below it, as a cable ladder dropped from the opening ventral airlock
"Everyone else aboard, and secured, Six,” Buffer Cable said via tacbet,” battle group in orbit, awaiting extraction."
"Let's not keep them waiting, " Del replied." Four Section, you're first up the ladder, so sodding move!"
Marnie's ten Marines rapidly ascended the ladder, Marnie herself covering her girls, til she the was the only one of Four Section remaining, Color Sergeant Amanda Udoh's Two Section the covering Marnie, as she made her way to the relative safety of the dropships, Amanda's Marines then scrambling one by one up the ladder, while Ten Section brought their heavy guns up to form a perimeter round the extraction point, and One Section started up the ladder, Del remaining on the deck til the last possible moment, before shouldering her weapon, jumping on the ladder, and climbing like a mad monkey onto the dropship's troop deck.
"One Section aboard and secured," she said, as she secured herself in the drop seat, then waited for the subjective eternity for Ten Section to make it up the ladder, and into their drop seats.
"Ten Section aboard and secured," Buffer Cable reported, adding, a moment later," Guns aboard and secured."
"Pilot, get us the f–" Del started to order,before Master Pilot Officer Tess Callaghan kicked them all in the teeth with a two-hundred grav burn from the torch which had them aboard the Old Oak and secured on the flight deck in less than no time.
25 MAY, 2055
07:38:30
"All Marines aboard and secured," AB Comms Jeanette reported "All ships report ready for departure."
"All ships, vector for Canaan, max av." Phyll ordered. "Four-Two First,Four-Two-Fourth, Four-Two-Seventh, Foue-Two Eighth, and Four-Two-Ninth will assume point; we'll cover your out.
"Copy," Rita replied, as Bucephalus and her half of the 42nd Heavy Battle Group fled toward Canaan at 293 terakips av, with Heart Of Oak and the remaining machines following close behind.
25 MAY, 2055
07:38:30
"Ow," her six-year old patient interjected, rubbing the spot on her upper right arm where the pneumo had poked her.
Brittany Andersen then ran her medigauntlet's sensors over the girl at the same time she remotely activated the blood pressure cuff on the her patient's upper left arm, checking vitals, making sure the flu vaccine had no initial ill effects.
"Right," the 21-year old Resistance-trained street medic said,"stand up for me."
The little blonde thing, half-starved, dressed in a raggedy-ass grey dress a size or two too big, gingerly stepped down off the exam table, and stood in the small back bedroom of the makeshift clinic, Brittany taking a standing blood pressure, while continuing to run the medigauntlet over the girl, carefully monitoring the results via BCI.
"Right," she decided, removing the blood pressure cuff," go in the next room, and sit perfectly still for the next hour. We've got food there, nothing fancy, just bug juice and peanut butter sandwiches, might even be some cookies left.'
"Thank you," the girl said quietly, before passing a woman who might"ve been thirty or eighty, God knows, on her way to the door.
"If you start feeling bad, let someone know, hear?" Brittany then said to the girl's back, as the older woman sat on the exam table, and let Brittany put the cuff around her upper eight arm.
"Any fever, chills, nausea, shortness of breath?" Brittany asked, as she took a blood pressure reading, and ran the medigauntlet over her next patient.
"None of that," the woman replied, before asking," how long y'all think it'll take for them to find this place out."
"Don"t know," Brittany honestly answered, not wanting to think about ending up being black bagged and in a freezing dark cell suffering the tender mercies of a fucking--
She swallowed hard, flinching.
"Sorry," the woman remarked.
"No need to apologize," Brittany hastily said." Stand up for me; I need to take another blood pressure."
She breathed deep)y, as she took the standing blood pressure, forcing herself not to think how much worse it would be for her were she to be black bagged again, as even knowing how to apply a band aid was an unforgivable act of resistance to the white Christian man and his True American Republic, had been since the 1920s.
She couldn't think about that right now.
Right now, she had a job to do.
07:36:00
"The fuckin' nerve," Adam "Level Earth Observer" i Fe\ remarked in Mister Astro Theology's You Tube live chat." Still promotin' their pandemic charade , even after we exposed their lies and deceit, time and again."
"Ain't about the truth!" exulted Marcus " Arkangel4Truth" Clemons, as he vectored ten rounds of fifty-calibet hardball into the slaves and tyrants loading a '22 Kenworth KW1500 three-quarter ton pickup down with toxic vax.""Bout control, 'bout tyranny!*
*Indeed it is, Brother Man,* Dustin “Deznat” Kingsley remarked, as he floated six inches from Arkangel's right eye." About the groomers using targeted mRNA gene therapies on children in order to bring about white genocide and the Great Replacement."
"Yeah," Arkangel4Truth remarked, as a quartet of bright blue flashes ripped through the patriots trying to resist Rothschild corporate tyranny, and hold onto the True American Republic.
"Git 'em!" he screamed, finally letting Jake, his scaly, twin-headed, mace-tsilled dog, off the chain, the six-legged creature leaping into the air, both sets of jaws slavering, as sharp teeth closed around the thr–
"BITCH!" Arkangel screamed at the silver-armored butch who'd turned the animal he'd raised from a pup into a rain of chunky salsa.
*All part of the elites' plan to restore the United States of Socialist Amerika and its so-called New Global Order," Santos Bonacci sagely observed, as the tyeants finished loading up the pickup, and it roared into life, barrelling down the alleyway toward Arkangel and his surviving fellow patriots.
Without even thinking about it, Arkangel4Truth leapt in front of the vehicle, took aim, then f–
25 MAY, 2055
07:37:32
Corporal Marnie Kovacs hosed the scruffy little yobbo with the 12.7mm heavy accelerator out of the gas burner"s way, allowing the elderly vehicle to peel off screaming into the street ahead, Ten Section's big guns turning on their vector jet carriages to provide support for as long as the vehicle remained in range.
The flying wing of the 1/1st Troop's Comet dropship then cast its shadow over the alleyway, its central eight-inch turret covering the area below it, as a cable ladder dropped from the opening ventral airlock
"Everyone else aboard, and secured, Six,” Buffer Cable said via tacbet,” battle group in orbit, awaiting extraction."
"Let's not keep them waiting, " Del replied." Four Section, you're first up the ladder, so sodding move!"
Marnie's ten Marines rapidly ascended the ladder, Marnie herself covering her girls, til she the was the only one of Four Section remaining, Color Sergeant Amanda Udoh's Two Section the covering Marnie, as she made her way to the relative safety of the dropships, Amanda's Marines then scrambling one by one up the ladder, while Ten Section brought their heavy guns up to form a perimeter round the extraction point, and One Section started up the ladder, Del remaining on the deck til the last possible moment, before shouldering her weapon, jumping on the ladder, and climbing like a mad monkey onto the dropship's troop deck.
"One Section aboard and secured," she said, as she secured herself in the drop seat, then waited for the subjective eternity for Ten Section to make it up the ladder, and into their drop seats.
"Ten Section aboard and secured," Buffer Cable reported, adding, a moment later," Guns aboard and secured."
"Pilot, get us the f–" Del started to order,before Master Pilot Officer Tess Callaghan kicked them all in the teeth with a two-hundred grav burn from the torch which had them aboard the Old Oak and secured on the flight deck in less than no time.
25 MAY, 2055
07:38:30
"All Marines aboard and secured," AB Comms Jeanette reported "All ships report ready for departure."
"All ships, vector for Canaan, max av." Phyll ordered. "Four-Two First,Four-Two-Fourth, Four-Two-Seventh, Foue-Two Eighth, and Four-Two-Ninth will assume point; we'll cover your out.
"Copy," Rita replied, as Bucephalus and her half of the 42nd Heavy Battle Group fled toward Canaan at 293 terakips av, with Heart Of Oak and the remaining machines following close behind.
25 MAY, 2055
07:38:30
"Ow," her six-year old patient interjected, rubbing the spot on her upper right arm where the pneumo had poked her.
Brittany Andersen then ran her medigauntlet's sensors over the girl at the same time she remotely activated the blood pressure cuff on the her patient's upper left arm, checking vitals, making sure the flu vaccine had no initial ill effects.
"Right," the 21-year old Resistance-trained street medic said,"stand up for me."
The little blonde thing, half-starved, dressed in a raggedy-ass grey dress a size or two too big, gingerly stepped down off the exam table, and stood in the small back bedroom of the makeshift clinic, Brittany taking a standing blood pressure, while continuing to run the medigauntlet over the girl, carefully monitoring the results via BCI.
"Right," she decided, removing the blood pressure cuff," go in the next room, and sit perfectly still for the next hour. We've got food there, nothing fancy, just bug juice and peanut butter sandwiches, might even be some cookies left.'
"Thank you," the girl said quietly, before passing a woman who might"ve been thirty or eighty, God knows, on her way to the door.
"If you start feeling bad, let someone know, hear?" Brittany then said to the girl's back, as the older woman sat on the exam table, and let Brittany put the cuff around her upper eight arm.
"Any fever, chills, nausea, shortness of breath?" Brittany asked, as she took a blood pressure reading, and ran the medigauntlet over her next patient.
"None of that," the woman replied, before asking," how long y'all think it'll take for them to find this place out."
"Don"t know," Brittany honestly answered, not wanting to think about ending up being black bagged and in a freezing dark cell suffering the tender mercies of a fucking--
She swallowed hard, flinching.
"Sorry," the woman remarked.
"No need to apologize," Brittany hastily said." Stand up for me; I need to take another blood pressure."
She breathed deep)y, as she took the standing blood pressure, forcing herself not to think how much worse it would be for her were she to be black bagged again, as even knowing how to apply a band aid was an unforgivable act of resistance to the white Christian man and his True American Republic, had been since the 1920s.
She couldn't think about that right now.
Right now, she had a job to do.
Statistics: Posted by WillDexter — 2024-05-25 05:09pm