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Post by zilong on Sept 3, 2007 14:47:35 GMT -5
The look on Zilong’s face was not one would generally expect from someone heading into a deadly battle. His eyes seamed to gleam and his face was twisted in a predatory grin. This was because Zilong, unlike most people, loved battle. He loved the rush as armies clashed, the satisfaction of seeing a defeated foe fall limp to the earth, and the challenge of a worthy adversary. This was going to be even better than most battles, though, for not only was his unit one of the only ones there, but they would be battling in front of Princess Azula herself. Perhaps, Zilong mused, even fighting beside her, the highest honor he could think of. No, it was too much to hope for. Merely battling as she looked on and commanded the troops would be honor enough. Not only was she Princess of the Fire Nation, but as a person, Zilong was impressed with her. She had a warrior’s spirit, and a general’s charisma.
As the princess finished her speech, the men let out a resounding cheer, Zilong among them. The tanks wouldn’t even be needed, he decided. The five hundred and second would rip the enemy apart by themselves. That is, if Zilong decided to leave any left for them. His twisted grin grew wider at the thought. Today was going to truly be a glorious day.
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Post by vu on Sept 3, 2007 18:56:53 GMT -5
Orders given the two captains made one last salute to the princess. The thunderous cheer that followed her orders far beyond drowning out the war crawlers' engines in the night drenched encampment.
As soon as Princess Azula's back was turned the two captains hustled to their unit. Preparing to move out behind her while she and her entourage mounted their steeds.
"Nothing like a good skirmish to get the blood pumping, Captain?" The forward driver of Vu's tank called through the driver's veiwing hatch. A squinted silhoutte with the lamps lit inside the cockpit.
"You may want a skirmish," quickly scrambling up the crawler's side ladder, "but her highness is on a search and destroy mission."
Standing on his chair, chest above the open hatch, Vu turned to the other five war crawlers. Their commanders signaling their readiness as they awaited the footsoldiers to move ahead of them. Scant moments Vu could easy make out the footsoldiers heaving polearms and banners onto their shoulders in the darkness. A bark of orders were tossed around and the division began to its march out of the encampment.
Vu held up his fingers, signaling for one-fourth speed from his own men. Fast enough to keep up with the footsoldiers but not fast enough to step on their heels--which in a tank would be nearly running over them. With an affirmative from each tank he then turned around and pitched his arm forward.
"ROLL OUT!"
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