In A.D. 2011, war was beginning.

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

WHO: 300,000 angry nerds and the Imports who fight them. Tag yourselves in, please!
WHERE: All around, but mostly near the Porter tower
WHEN: 7:30A May 18 - 3:13P May 20, 2011
WARNINGS: There is no fourth wall. Only Zuul. And violence. And probably bad language. And other things as well. JUST ASSUME THAT THIS LOG IS NOT FOR LIL'UNS.
SUMMARY: The Crabhammers declare war on the Porter and, to a lesser extent, the Imports. The battle lasts three days, is horrible in just about every way you can think of, and this is how it goes down.
FORMAT: However people wanna do it!

"There's no environment. Use your imagination. There's no fourth wall, whether it's the first time you've told this story about her life, or the sixth time."

Everything you need to know is here.

quick links to avoid crashy computers
in the fray
DAY ONE: 7:30 AM--10:00 AM (FIRST CHARGE, BROKEN TRAINS, TRAFFIC JAMS)
DAY ONE: 10:00 AM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, PUBLIC DISTURBANCES ELSEWHERE)
DAY ONE: 5:17 PM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, FIRES AND BOMBS ALL OVER)
DAY TWO: 1:00 AM -- 6:28 AM (CONTINUED BATTLING, ENEMY ENERGY DRINKS)
DAY TWO: 6:28 AM -- 12:00 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, PIRATING THE RADIO STATION)
DAY TWO: 12:00 PM -- 7:42 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, TOY RAIDS)
DAY TWO: 7:42 PM -- DAY THREE: 12:00 AM (CONTINUED BATTLING, ENEMY IMPORT-HATING REINFORCEMENTS)
DAY THREE: 12:01 AM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, HERE COMES THE CAVALRY)
DAY THREE: 6:45 AM -- 1:00 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, CREATE YOUR OWN INSANE LAST-DITCH GEEK TRICKS)
DAY THREE: 1:00 PM -- 3:13 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, THE MADAGASCARIAN TWENTY-GRAND HOLDOUT)
DAY THREE: 3:13 PM ONWARD (WAR OVER. TAKE PRISONERS, MAKE FRIENDS, GET HEALED, FALL ASLEEP, ETC)

not quite in the fray
DAY ONE: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)
DAY TWO: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)
DAY THREE: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)

fuck the fray
DAY ONE: ALL DAY (FORGET THE BATTLE, I HAVE HBO)
DAY TWO: ALL DAY (YOU LOSERS ARE STILL FIGHTING? IT'S AMERICAN IDOL TIME!)
DAY THREE: ALL DAY (IF YOU'RE ALL BUSY ELSEWHERE I'M JUST GONNA GO ROB A BANK)

Comments

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron winced as the shots came. He'd been expecting them, but after the silence, it was almost painfully loud. He hoped to subdue the struggling boy, he really couldn't call him much of an adult, but an appraisal of the clothes he was wearing and the symbol stitched onto a sleeve told him everything he needed to know.

It was almost too kind to knock him unconscious, but when the third attacker came through firing wildly, he finished off his own ally as Aaron dodged away from the threat. He too went down, but the gunfire had alerted the remainder of this attacking force that their element of surprise was lost. The few doors into the hangar popped open as ten armed zealots poured into the dark space, some firing at Aaron's shadowed form as he ducked for cover near a plane.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

At least they hadn't gotten the main doors open - they could have had a clear shot down the hangar straight across. As it was, they were still stuck in what amounted to very small beachheads. He fires again, hitting one in the chest, though he has no way of telling if the wound is fatal or not, not in the moment.

His next shot misses, owing to the fact that as he fires, a near miss ricochets off the tailplane, causing him to flinch as he pulls the trigger. He ducks back, swearing under his breath, pulling up another round. The last in the rifle.

He lifts his head, trying to locate the most pressing threat.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Aaron took a few shots, one landing a hit, but now the attackers were spreading out through the hangar, firing from multiple angles. His position was very exposed, and so he looked for another place. Some fuel barrels might have worked, if they weren't full of flammable liquid.

He took his chances and headed straight for one of the shooters who had a decent spot. He kept shooting, on the run it was difficult to take aim as he tried to provide a difficult target. Still, a few rounds found home, but with the bullets lacking any silver content he could power through the crossfire.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

He would've yelled at him to stay under cover but - it seemed he did not need any of that. He saw at least three bullets strike Aaron, none of which seemed to slow him. He filed that away under 'point of interest', for later discussion.

He fired the last shot, hitting a man in the neck. He dropped the rifle, pulling out the pistol. They were closing in, and there were not enough bullets. Time to trust in Aaron's night vision. He aimed at the two overhanging lights, firing twice.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

When the lights went out, Aaron was pouncing for a panicked fighter who was pulling out a knife. He took him down to the ground, but a little luck on his adversary's side meant he took it between the ribs. The enemy suffered a less painful fate, knocked into unconsciousness. There was a pained shout as Aaron took the blade out and realized that it was simply a silver letter opener. So they hadn't come completely unprepared, which meant he was very lucky the bullets hadn't been anything aside from lead. Still, he was more careful as he dropped the blade, his wound healing slowly while he fired from his new vantage point. It would lay some cover now that he assumed the rifle was out of ammunition since Hans started to use the pistol.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

He kept the pistol at his side, but he used them and their firing now. They had more ammunition than they had brains, but perhaps they were just afraid. Fear could easily master you, if you let it.

Fear was not something he felt anymore. He had lost that over the trenches. And he had learned a few tricks over the years, the foremost of which was to let them make the light for you.

He maneuvered silently behind two of them, and then allowed the red mist to descend, lashing out with the knife. It was never pretty - it was brutal and cruel, and seldom very fair.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

The flashing of his gun barrel may have given away his position, but he didn't necessarily need the extra light the remaining gunmen were producing with their wild shots. It still made it easier as he took his time, taking out one. Another suddenly stopped, and he noticed a familiar form in the dark. It seemed Hans was taking the silent route, and if Aaron could draw attention away from the sudden lack of gunfire, he would help. He kept on, taking down another as the second was killed, and then the last zealot, realizing he was now outnumbered, and without allies, let his fear get the better of him. Rather than be shot down, killed in pained silence, or taken hostage, he ended his own life.

When the silence held sway, Aaron stood and looked over at Hans, straightening up and taking his hand away from his wound. It had healed over, but it still ached as the internal damage was repaired.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

He could let his eyes adjust now, allowing the light from the moon outside illuminate the scene. He stood over the last man, wondering for a moment at the power of belief in such causes.

He sighed, dropping the knife, putting the pistol back in its holster.

"Who were they?" He asked, temporarily letting his questions about Aaron fall behind the more important ones.

"I suspect I knew who sent them, but...I had not thought he would find such minds here. I wonder who they were, when they were alive."

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"Supporters here for this...cause are few, but there are enough that The Major has managed to rally a small army. It'll be difficult to tell if he sent them or they acted on their own." Aaron kept his gazed down, the smell of blood was heavy on the air. He holstered his gun and returned to the one he had been certain he'd knocked unconscious, but saw, much to his dismay, a pool of blood forming under him. In the fever of action, he'd cracked the zealot's skull in the landing. Nearby was the letter opener, and Aaron picked it up, carefully using his ruined shirt to clean off his blood. It couldn't bring the dead back to life, but he was too paranoid to leave something like that just laying around.

[the-enemy-ace.livejournal.com]

"It hardly matters - he would have sent someone for us sooner or later."

He crouches down by the man with the cracked skull, making sure he was dead.
He heard him pick up the letter opener, giving half his attention to that. He brushed the back of his hand across his cheek, wiping away some of the blood from the last man he had killed.

He stood up, closing one of the doors.

"We had best call in someone to help with the cleanup, and better to tell someone in case they have more friends." And with that, he glanced at the Fokker triplane Aaron had hidden behind.

"And it appears my kite absorbed a few more bullets than you did," he said in a deadpan, an oblique reference to what was on his mind.

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Aaron almost seemed to miss the hidden meaning behind Hans' words, but he had caught on. He set the silver blade down on top of a drum and glanced over at the triplane. It was a shame the plane had been damaged but that was the last thing on his mind. "I'll make a call, but we'll be fortunate to get much help. I'll let the Commissioner know what's happened." Aaron turned, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked back toward their living space.