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So is this fandom alive again?

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Perfect. While she was doing a good job distracting everyone with her glorious District 6 temper, he grabbed his tablet again and linked to the marksman rifle.  Okay, okay...there. Guard in the tower, a couple more in the yard...one in the tower was the bigger problem but he seemed mostly distracted by Kaylee...

Hopefully this thing was supressed...

He pressed the “fire” key and there was a soft coughing noise, like a polite man clearing his throat, and the tower watcher sank to the ground. No noise, no one noticed. Nice. 

Scrambling up and over into the compound, Deejay fully activated his camo and slunk closer, timing his movements to the shouting from Kaylee. 

He sent a single click over the raido, just so she would know he was still there.

behind enemy lines

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Annnnddd there was Kaylee. Perfect.  He hadn’t figured he would be able to locate her by sound, but then again, he hadn’t anticipated the Peacekeepres not keeping their vehicles in such horrible condition.

They really had let them slide since Six had been fully able to shake itself free...of course, after the bashing the Browncoats gave them, he wasn’t surprised the Keepers turn and ran. Reynolds had finally gotten his win. His dream of independance. 

Good for him, really. Too bad it wouldn’t last. Unified Panem was the only way to go...

But that was for later.  Crawling up onto the shed that rested between the outside of the HQ and the fenced-off inside, Deejay clambered up and over the top of it to look down into the courtyard. 

“And there you are.” He muttered, seeing Kaylee. Working on a vehicle. Shocker.  “Alright...” Get in, get her...steal that turreted vehicle maybe? Yeah.

behind enemy lines

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She was on the move again. And so was he.  Linked to both rifle and her piece, Deejay advanced through the underbrush, armor shifting its coloration slightly to match the greenery and the shadows around him. Wouldnt work too well on advanced optic systems...but most Peacekeepers only relied on the ol’ Mark One Eyeball to get the job done.

He’d be fine. Just had to get in there without getting anyones attention-

Speak of the devil. A patrol.  Two guys only, no helmets.  Drawing his sidearm and readying it, he crept forward, making sure the suppressor was attached. 

Aannnddd...done. Two clean shots, both men were down, and he crept right past their bodies. 

“Come on Kaylee...give me a sign...” Hopefully she was still alive.

behind enemy lines

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They shoved her into a transport. That he wasn’t surprised about... The fact that they took her right to their base did though. Well...he hadn’t planned on finding their headquarters by having his girlfriend captured, but if the shoe fit...

He swiped through the open network systems, looking for anything he might be able to use to aid in his infiltration and rescue.  It was the only thing he could do, really...and he HAD too. He couldn’t just...ignore this base. This looked important, and if it was important, it had to GO. 

Oh, well jackpot...a signal from a remote emplacement weapon. Locking in on it, he found his tablet showing a feed from a remote marksman rifle, set up on a tripod overlooking the base. The maintence log showed a previous activation less than a week before, with a District 13 access code. 

So someone was out here...well, he would take it.  Synching, he moved the crosshair, searching for Kaylee. 

Damn...she had to be inside.  Synching again with her earpiece, he started approaching.

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That pilot was an idiot, she thought as she watched the transport she was just on fall out of the sky as it got shot down. She looked around the area trying to see if she could see where she was supposed to be at the front lines but nope there wasn’t anywere that she could see. “Deejay, do you have a fix of my location, I got someone who didn’t know where he was going to say the least?”

 At least she knew where the peacekeepers were given the anti air emplacements that shot down the transport. They would have transports, especially ones she could hotwire and drive around this god forsaken front until she found where she was supposed to be. She heard the sound of the peacekeeper transports heading towards her. She moved to hide behind the bolder hoping they would passed by and she could continue along her way. Her stomach dropped as she heard it slow and stop near her. She pressed against the bolder and close her eyes hoping they didn’t see her duck behind it. She heard the footsteps walk closer and then stop right next to her. Goram peacekeepers must have someone with good eyesight, she thought as she felt the tap on her shoulder. She wasn’t a fighter like the rest of Deejay’s friends, she was just a mechanic, so she complied to their orders and went with them, knowing that Deejay would probably be looking for her when she didn’t show up at camp like she was supposed to.

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“Yeah, I see you. Its going to take a little bit to get to you though, nothing but uncleared underbrush and downed trees between me and you. Are you alright? You safe?”

Not likely considering where they were...the Keeper patrols had gotten steadily worse as they had worked their magic on the populous. That was normally fine; while the Keepers moved to guard civilization, they left the wilderness open...and that mean the Serenity crew and 13s little band of misfits could operate with impunity.  They knew the back woods, the rough country. This was THEIR land. 

He paused to pull his data pad out and check the area. Alright...alright. Nothing on sensors...

Ahhhh. SHIT.  Patrol. And...right on top of her.  “Kaylee, I dont know if you can hear me, but just stay calm and try not to get shot. Do whatever they say, Im coming for you.”

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That pilot was an idiot, she thought as she watched the transport she was just on fall out of the sky as it got shot down. She looked around the area trying to see if she could see where she was supposed to be at the front lines but nope there wasn’t anywere that she could see. “Deejay, do you have a fix of my location, I got someone who didn’t know where he was going to say the least?”

 At least she knew where the peacekeepers were given the anti air emplacements that shot down the transport. They would have transports, especially ones she could hotwire and drive around this god forsaken front until she found where she was supposed to be. She heard the sound of the peacekeeper transports heading towards her. She moved to hide behind the bolder hoping they would passed by and she could continue along her way. Her stomach dropped as she heard it slow and stop near her. She pressed against the bolder and close her eyes hoping they didn’t see her duck behind it. She heard the footsteps walk closer and then stop right next to her. Goram peacekeepers must have someone with good eyesight, she thought as she felt the tap on her shoulder. She wasn’t a fighter like the rest of Deejay’s friends, she was just a mechanic, so she complied to their orders and went with them, knowing that Deejay would probably be looking for her when she didn’t show up at camp like she was supposed to.

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I’ll try and be on here more again. I think.  Most of my other blogs are quiet so...

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“This is Cerberus. He’s a pussycat. Now, if he accidentally bites you, well in the unlikely event that he does, do not say no. Part of their training is that biting is never wrong. Ain’t that right? Yeah. Hey, I should probably tell you where we keep the broom handle in case we gotta pry open his jaw.”

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Forgot this one exists again. Heh. Dead fandoms right

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Deejay chuckled.  “They’re a rough and tumble crew, thats for sure. Was damn glad of it when we got stoppered in 7.” The Capitol had been smart and tried to hang Serenity up with a crane. Some Peacekeepers had gotten aboard...and promptly left the cargo bay in several pieces, clutching their heads as blood flowed from every orface, or were pierced by some kind of freaky fancy Capitol mag-bow from the concubine (Consort, companion, whatever she was) on board.

“What? Didn’t Jayne kick that guy’s ass when he tried to invite you to his house? At least I assume it was Jayne, seems to be his style of bodily harm I witnessed the result of.”

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“What? Didn’t Jayne kick that guy’s ass when he tried to invite you to his house? At least I assume it was Jayne, seems to be his style of bodily harm I witnessed the result of.”

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“That she is, or so I hear...Huh. See, this is why I know you’ll never end up like Peeta. Because unlike him, you are surrounded by people who care for you and are willing to kill for you. No Peacekeeper would be foolish enough.” If the Ghosts weren’t enough, Serenity’s crew would be. Deejay had witnessed the result of a Callahan Auto-Lock at close range. Jayne didnt mess around.

“Attached? Ha. One of them’s leading us…but yes. I don’t think any sane Peacekeeper relishes the thought of going into an asymetrical combat situation with a Ghost as an opponent.” Marasco alone had cause his fair share of casualties. Never get into CQC with him was what Deejay had learned.

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Now You Know (Source)

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The smile that crept up the 3 victor’s face would have put even a hardened Career in a mind to start bolting.  Finally, SOMEONE understood his talents... And that it was the Mockingjay? Even better. 

“I think I might have a FEW things...” He rose and headed to a large cabinet that dominated the back-half of the wall of his workshop. 

“No offense to Beetee and his handiwork but...he doesn’t really understand what we’re doing out here. Nor does 13 to a certain extent...new world. New war. And that requires-”

He put his hand to the door. A light flashed across it and the entire cabinet slid open, revealing rows and rows of think shelves and mounting points. 

“-new tools.” He stepped back to reveal the result of almost two years of fevered imagination and long nights. Arrowheads of various sorts. Handguns, several radio-connected devices of fuzzy intention, and a large, glass-fronted helmet that seemed unfinished, spilling wires and metal coating from its sides.

“Lets see what I can’t get for you.”

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“Ma’am. Excuse the mess. I’ve been working on a few…pet projects in my down time.” The workbench before him was strewn with plastic models of walkers and fighter jets, weapons, a few prototypes, and a half-eaten sandwich.  “What can I do for you?”

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“Name it.” He swiped the sandwich and shoved it into his mouth, munching quickly as he picked through the remnants of prototypes and various other things that sat around his table.  Half were toys he made out of boredom. The other half were actual miniature prototypes, basic design schema for a hopefully full sized operational model. 

He’d sort them out later.

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“Ma’am. Excuse the mess. I’ve been working on a few…pet projects in my down time.” The workbench before him was strewn with plastic models of walkers and fighter jets, weapons, a few prototypes, and a half-eaten sandwich.  “What can I do for you?”

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“Attached? Ha. One of them’s leading us...but yes. I don’t think any sane Peacekeeper relishes the thought of going into an asymetrical combat situation with a Ghost as an opponent.” Marasco alone had cause his fair share of casualties. Never get into CQC with him was what Deejay had learned.

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“Only because I wouldn’t let it. Of course, to take you, they’d have to get through the Mockingjays. And the last group that tried THAT...” He was fairly certain their corpses still hung from lamp posts somewhere in 7. Peacekeepers were a superstisous lot; and, for a group that was supposedly designed to keep the peace, very VERY hesitant to engage in operations that would lead to their deaths.  Not soldiers. Posers.  Nothing to the 74th.

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