View Full Version : Kill the Gigglets!! (TGSB continued)
Elite Task Force
Where we left off....
*the sleek, black hulls of the Stingray Gunships swoop in.*
First Air wing reporting in.....
000 Alpha, fire!
*the stingrays load, and the 8 launchers light up and rain Cerebus AGM missiles. They impact, destroying many buildings and gigglets.
The rotating launcher runs out, and the second rotary launcher slides in place. The second rains all its missiles, the first slides into place, ensuring an inferno of death.*
*Dropships bank left and unload ETF Griffon and Draco.*
ETF Draco: *moves through 2nd street, sets up Vindicator Mortar Cannon.*
Draco officer: "Let er' rip!"
*the Vindicators let loose a stream of 400 pounders, which vaporize many gigglets.
ETF Griffon: *sets up Flakkers anti-infantry assault cannon*
*the Flakkers rip into the gigglets, as Titan Battleships swoop in, Harpie strike crusiers leaving the flight bays. The Grim Reapers and The Black Knights Spectre Squadrons have secured the air. All hope for the gigglets is lost...*
"Wolly Mammoth reporting in."
*the Titan Battleships move overhead, casting shadows over the ground. The weapons bays open underneath, revealing weapons turrets and gun bays. Hundreds of Heavy Vulcan cannons rain exposive shells, laser batteries decimate buildings, as the sky is filled with laser and tracer lines. The occasional streak of smoke and screech of Banshee Heavy Fighters fills the air. An Ultragigglet,a massive beast, roars into the air. it charges at the ETF's shrugging off the mortar and flak. Hundreds of shots bounce of its armor, lasers leaving small burns. A massive Drop pod, lands on it, and kills it. Hundreds of Rangers pile out. They move through the streets, dealing merciless death. *
And now...the conclusion....
*hundreds of drop pods rain down, bringing soldiers and much needed supplies. The skies are literally covered in laser fire as the giggets attempt to run BLOBs with reinforcements. Windys are wreaking havoc as they ram the Titan Battleships. Massive swarms of gigglets are coming in from all angles and sectors...*
Shouldn't this be entitled THE RETURN OF THE GIGGLETS
~Disappers into a time portal~
One True SIMBA
*The resisting soldiers fought the troops of gs back with a flood of fire, energy, and heavy bullets*
Yeah, we got it!
*Sees hundreds of ships and pods landing near their area*
OTS calls Philidelphia landing team! Our position is 2nd street, sector 12-98. We cleaned this area from gs. But soon there will come more of them, there must be a giggle base near our position. Send more troops with heavy mass destruction weapons. Weīll hold on our position! Cmdr. OTS Over!
Redmoglex has a point here. (and, of course, the folliwing chapter should be called The Gigglet Menace, where we go back at the dawn of the days of the, well, giggling thingies). We should be carefull to take time until we reach that point, since we won't know until a couple of months the actual title of Episode Two... It's all about planification! And giggling goo splatting everywhere, oversized weapons and painful deaths.
Elite Task Force
1. Takes to long to load. 52 posts. yeech.
2. too much clutter aint good. You learn that in school. it applies in RL and forums.
*jumps happily up and down with a white flag in his paws*
*gigggggle* hwe surrender! you have defeated us!! pls come here to this white cross on the floor for a meeting! ALL pls come... *satanic giggle*
*gives the 1.000.000 gigglites behind her a wink*
Just how did she blinked with those eyes?
we gigglites donīt have to blink
(some of us do, but itīs only to be cute),
because we NEVER sleep. we are just too
busy, since we have to hug people all the time! the reminds me of something...
*runs to stupidgreedo and hugs him*
*the eerie evening light casts a pale light over the UNCV, the Liberty. It can accomodate 2 billion passengers. There are 3 such ships, Unity, Exodus, and Liberty. They are placed at strategic positions.....*
Day 423 after gigglet invasion;
"This is auto-drone 0,0 alpha, prepare for launch.....start pre-flight checks..."
Admiral Stokes: "Captain, make computer checks, i need structural integrity at full...."
"All sectors report in!"
"Engineering ready, Captain."
"Security is a go."
"Repair Crews and Mechanics ready."
"LETS BURN RUBBER!!!"
"Aye sir, fusion and fission plants 1-20 ready, nacelles a go, thrusters a go. Tokomak plants 1-10 ready sir."
*the belly thrusters power to full, and a massive rocket thrust pulls the ship off the ground.*
"Hit repulsors, full speed 60 degree angle on the bow planes!!"
*the rear thrusters warm, a massive white flame lights and the state sized vessel sitting in Texas starts to move.*
"All reactors at 15...20...."
"Full thruster power! Engage Main Engine Drives!"
*the 20 puny thrusters are complemented with 10 massive thrusters coming to life and pushing the vessel ahead.*
Admiral: "FULL POWER ON MY MARK....."
"FULL SPEED AHEAD!"
Engineer: "Aye sir. Full speed. Maximum reactor."
"ALL CREWS BRACE FOR IMPACT.....NOW."
"Thrusters at 70....."
*the thrusters go from red to blue to white then to a bright flash as it enters the atmosphere.*
"Engine overload, main buffers."
*a stream of radioactive plasma streams out, then all engines go to Full Power.*
*a massive jolt shakes the vessel, throwing around the passengers. The monitors show the atmosphere whizzing by...and then the cold blackness of space...as the other vessels make orbit...a massive power overload sends the vessel into a graveyard spiral into the vaccum of space.....*
*the admiral shoves the dead mans body off helm control and mans the wheel as damage reports pour in. Everyone gets up and begins to repair the ship as it gains control and heads back in a revendozus*
Duma! Gigglet Clan-Afghanistan.
*the gigglets look into the air, and begin shreiking and yelping. The moon moves into the place. They stop and howl at it. The eerie howl of the hastily fled home of the humans fills the realm as the gigglets begin a victory march through the human cities.....*
Orbital Space Platform 0-01 Alpha.
*drop pods begin returning back to the main vessel. They have lost earth...but humans shall return for vengenace!*
And I've been hugged! Does anyone remember the Aliens movies, were the extra-terrestrials implanting alien eggs into people's chests were called "facehuggers"? Spooky.
One True SIMBA
Yeah, Alien! Great! Sigourney Weaver as Lt. Ellen Ripley, the last surviving crew member of U.S.S. Nostromo and Sulaco. I have all the four movies on tape and I read the book with the trilogy seven times (700 pages)!
~wakes up, mind calls to her friends. A massive portal appears in the cargo hold, and hundreds of gigglets pour through it onto the ship.~
"Youve all done very well in this war. It is you, the brave men and women, whom make up our armies, whom we have to thank for saving the planet from the wrath of the gigglites.
If it werent for you..wed all be-
"Were reciving Redcode distress call from Wolly Mammoth, General."
"Put it through here, Admiral."
"Very well. Were putting it up on all viewscreens."
"This is Admiral Stone of Battle Group Woolly Mammoth! Weve been attacked by heavy gigglet assault groups. Theyve found a Warp Gate. Were tracing its location no-"
"Admiral Stone, warp gate has been dectected....its on top of us! Admiral!"
"[BLEEP]!! GOD [BLEEP]!"
*takes out compression laser rifle.*
"GO! GO! GO!"
*fires a rapid-spread.*
"THERE IN! PROCEED TO FALL OUT POINT ZERO-BE--------[BLEEEEEEEEEE]
"General, what do you think?"
"Assemble the SCO's in the Conference Room."
58 minutes later......
"Admiral Jones, we got priority message from Command Staff Liberty ."
"Battle Group Blackhawk, you have orders to head back to Earth. Woolly Mammoth, our Rear-Guard, has been cut off from evac and is presumed Condition Red. We are very much running out of time. BG Vanguard is heading out already. Follow and rescue BG Woolly Mammoth. Good Luck."
*turns off viewscreen*
"All units, follow our lead, were headed back!"
*a massive fleet turns and heads back to earth.*
*shoots all gigglers*
*wonders what he could do........hmm......* *rummages his bag of ideas*
Wy canīt hwe not all be fwiends???? *hugs krado and giggles happily*
BF Wolly Mammoth
*the battle fleet makes a sharp climb for space entry* ------in the flagship----- Admiral Stone: MOVE! SET THE CHARGES! GO GO GO! *him and a small group of surviors move to the access tubes and leave the deck, which promptly detonates. The neutron bombs vaporize all organic life on the deck not in containment suits or shielded*
*gets hugged* Hey? What waz that fer? *Gives Kiara a crushing hug back*
We can be friends if you donīt makes us to gigglers, that is why we are afraid of ya!
We are the gigglets. Lower your sheilds and lower your guns. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. You will adapt to giggle along with us. Resistance is futile. ~gigglegigglegigglegiggle~
One True SIMBA
Resistance is futile...? Yes, for you! *takes his H&K 7,62 and fires at the gigglet*
*Takes out his personalized Gau-8 cannon and starts basting at the shooter.*
The following post not intended for children: *lunges and slashes at the fiendish thing, the screams of the gigglet ignored as he slashes through her body and the gore flies everywhere...he slices her head off and kicks it aside...then leaves to wash off*
*Krado looks at the scene and starts giggling* Yeeeeeeucks?
BF Wolly Mammoth
*the BF-101 Wolly Mammoth Assault Group arrives, and bombards the area with viro-bombs*
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