#Flying FUCK RC Helicopter

[angeltannis]

in Sly 3 Sucker Punch really said if we don’t make every single mission contain a frustrating minigame we will fucking Die

[icykyurem2224]

Pokémon Adventures B2W2 Behind The Scenes 2

* Green actually helped a lot of the cast including with makeup.

* Hugh’s sister despite playing more of a supporting role said she didn’t get to play as many scenes as she liked because the age limit to be in more important scenes such as battles or even the final battle during the filming of the Eleventh Chapter was 12, she was only 9 1/2, She turned 10 during the epilogue, Everyone celebrated her birthday during a party.

* Ghetsis. Just did not stop talking, He was the cast’s resident chatterbox, N’s reaction was “Ghetsis! Stop talking!”

* Yancy and Blake’s first scene took three takes because Blake ironically was shy around girls.

* The grunts asked if the committee chairman was hurt after filming the Chapter 535

* Ghetsis actually preferred his B2W2 attire to his BW attire, the same with the grunts in Neo Team Plasma due to complaints thar the outer robe was quite bulky and the hoods giving them rashes respectively.

* Leo had a natural talent for mimicking train sounds.

* Cheren and Ghetsis didn’t get along well due to differences even in BW due to Ghetsis’ extremely filthy mouth.

* Bianca and Hugh’s sister are still great friends off set.

* The B2W2 prologue was ironically one of the easiest parts to film and was done in one take to ease the younger Hugh and his sister, the grunts were given hand signals when something went wrong such as an attack at the wrong time.

* As a joke, Colress brought an Flying Fuck RC helicopter and flew it on set

* White alongside Whitley’s mom was in charge of cooking, Hugh’s sister helped with tea.

* Ironically enough, Hugh’s sister’s Purrloin and Ghetsis’ Hydreigon got on well off set.

* As a joke, Ghetsis and Black did a YGOTAS skit.

Black: “Wait a minute, is your Hydreigon underleveled?!”

Ghetsis: “Yeah, so?”

Black: “That’s against the rules, isn’t it?”

Ghetsis: “Screw the rules! I have money and green hair!”

[both burst out laughing]

* Both the Trainer’s School classmates and Neo Team Plasma actually tease Leo about Hugh’s sister and his crush on her, When riding a bus to the final set, Leo dropped the F-bomb

Leo: “Excuse my potty mouth! *turns to Neo Plasma and classmates who are shouting “WOOHOO LEO AND QWILFISH’S LITTLE SIS!”* Shut the fuck up!”

[Hugh’s sister covers her mouth in shock while both parties cheer]

* Hugh’s grandfather was dying of cancer, he acted for 50 years and he wanted to make it his swan song before he passed away.

[ithisatanytime]

i love that everyone is debating the ethics of fucking AI art meanwhile we got people strapping grenades to RC helicopters flying em up each others asses and thats cool

[kazbrkker]

Chapter 4: Proxy War

Chapter summary: Alexis and Alex head to the second part of the mission: destroy General Barkov’s airbase. (2953 words)

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, anxiety and bruises.

26 OCTOBER 2019, 1900 "Alexis" and "Alex", Codename Aces CIA with Urzik Militia Al-Raab, Urzikstan.

First day into the assignment and Alexis had already received two generous gifts.

A fresh pink and red bruise rested just above her elbow, courtesy from the soldier earlier. Travelling further up her left tricep was another strip of exposed flesh, from a bullet that grazed her while they were running for their lives. She scoffed at the addition of new injuries, hastily ripping off a gauze to bandage the wound and hoped they wouldn't scar.

Struggling single-handedly, she managed to roughly rip a jagged piece of gauze. Almost thoughtlessly plastering it against her bare flesh, when without warning, her pathetic excuse of a bandage was snatched from her.

Alex loomed over her seat, crossing his arm. She scooted over the table she sat on. He chastised, "Don't underestimate these flesh wounds. They are small but nasty, especially in dusty environments like Urkzistan. Takes little to get infected."

"This is why I rarely get assigned to places like these." She mumbled dejectedly, watching him patch her up perfectly.

Alex had feather light touches for such a muscular man. She teased, to which he placed a finger on her forehead and pushed. He was more tender only when it came to her, a fact that everyone knew. Moments later, he proudly patted his handiwork. Alex lowered to eye level with the bandage, pouting smugly.

Alexis frowned at his suspicious behaviour.

"A kiss for your booboo?"

'Dumb ass.' Alexis sent an unforgiving hard flick! to his forehead. He snickered, rubbing the red spot.

Hadir entered the room with a few fighters, a brief pause in his steps upon witnessing their close proximity, "Alena... How are your wounds?"

From her peripheral vision, Alex subtly bit his lip and roughly tossed the bunch of bandage into the medkit. "Not Alena– " She placed an easing hand over his to silence him.

"I'm still alive. Are we ready?"

"Always about work, Alexis. You hardly changed." Hadir's gaze followed their intertwined hands and chuckled, somehow amused by their reactions. "I set up shop on the edge of Barkov's base. Keep those fucking dogs in check. Friends close, enemies closer. No grenades, so we improvise."

He handed them bottles of molotov cocktail. Impressive, for what scraps it was made out of. Alex echoed the same sentiment.

"What, you think we fight this war with sticks and stones?"

Sensing the pricks in Hadir's words, she quickly hopped off the table and patted Hadir's back. "With sharpened sticks and a big enough stone, why not?"

They followed Hadir to the roof. "You are too optimistic, Alexis." She laughed at that statement. "Those bastards only understand violence... So I show them violence."

"Violence is not a catalyst, it is a diversion. Too much of it, the evil it does is permanent, Hadir."

"You'd have to send me more English dictionaries, Alexis." Hadir cheekily replied in his mother tongue. "Barkov has an air force, so we have one too. RC planes loaded with C4."

Witnessing the unfamiliar grittier edge in Hadir, Alexis thought back to her first encounter with the siblings. It wasn't hard to read Hadir, the man was practically wearing his heart on his sleeves. One could say that pointed to a certain amount of naivety, but she liked it, a kind of genuine rare in their line of work.

Headstrong, direct, loyal, three words used to describe Hadir and it would be the truest thing one could hear. Like his sister, Hadir didn't quite fit in the mold. Five years ago, the lieutenant possessed a vivid sparkle in his eyes that was lacking in his sister. Always eager for a fight, a true never-backing-down-spirit. Today, the light dulled.

But what would she know? Perhaps that was the unfortunate cost of living in a civil war.

When they reached the roof, the sun had long set, leaving behind a cast of darkness that enveloped the sky. Even in nightfall, Urkzistan still felt like a hundred degrees, but the staggered waves of wind did some to alleviate the heat.

Alex and Alexis each grabbed a remote controller for the RC planes, crashing it into the army's helicopters. There was some excitement in using amateur, yet creative equipment like these, evident in her uncharacteristically large grin. "Good hunting."

"Stay low. The airbase is ahead."

The drones flew over the hill to the airbase's tarmac. Using the bird's eye view, she expertly memorized the tarmac's landscapes before crashing her drone into a target. The remaining helicopters exploded upon impact, illuminating the night sky in a series of twisted fireworks.

"Good flying, brothers and sisters... Let's get down there." Farah praised, a smile at bay. Weapons in hand, they hopped down to the airbase's perimeter.

"Airbase perimeter is dead ahead! Second team will cover us with the cannon." Hadir yelled over the sounds of the explosions.

Alexis subconsciously reloaded her M4A1 while Alex requested for air support. His words barely registered in her brain as a bout of anxiety hit her, feeling choked. Her grip tightened on her rifle, forcing big intakes of oxygen into her burning lungs. She quickly released her fingers in an attempt to fulfil the urge to feel the Earth under her, big handfuls of sand, dirt and grass.

Her heart thudded painfully in her throat, telling herself, 'You're okay. You're okay, you're here. Breathe.'

"Copy, 3-1. I'm tasking an unmarked gunship to your position, stand by." A muffled reply from her comms grounded her back into reality, she was here, this was happening.

Alexis hurriedly looked around, everyone else was too focused on the plan to notice her. Like it never happened, she forced herself to swallow the thickness in her throat, and along with that, her fear. She packed her emotions into a box and pushed it far into the back corner of her mind.

Alexis placed her all her focus, hyper-fixated on one thing: survive.

"Roger that," Alex replied, crouching beside Alexis. They were surrounded by the full force of the militia. Their spirits were contagious, feeding her a much needed level of adrenaline and confidence.

"Get ready! We attack their armories, take their weapons, and take their airfield! Cousins– we fight to free Urzikstan and take back our country. For Urzikstan!" A mortar cannon fired to breach the airfield's perimeter walls. That was it, upon Farah's orders, everyone sprinted, guns blazing into the south wall of the airbase.

It was like clockwork, shooting, running and hiding behind covers. She slipped back into familiarity, the anxiety in her dissolved and overtook by a rush need for survival and adrenaline.

The two CIA agents worked seamlessly, benefits from the countless missions that shaped their chemistry. She glared at Alex, annoyed when he stole her shot. He shrugged, firing his rifle while branding an excuse. Truthfully, he just liked to piss her off.

"You were distracted."

"I'll give you something to be distracted about." Her words mixed with more tautness than normal, but in the midst of all that blood and fighting, Alex didn't pick up on it.

"Hm. Wouldn't be the first time."

Alexis specially took a break from firing to throw her middle finger up. She aimed her carbine at the snipers on the watchtower opposite her. Two sharp bursts later, they lifelessly fell over the tower.

"Good job, Alexis! Watchtower is clear! Move in, move in!" Farah yelled and they pushed further into the base. Following behind Farah's team, Alexis and Alex flanked left, two sharpshooters ridding of enemy hostiles within seconds.

The enemy backup came instantly —two helicopters hovering over the airbase. The heavy fire forced them behind a tiny wooden crate. Lucky for them, Hadir's plan was foolproof. He loaded just enough RC planes, and more. Alex took remote control of the RC planes.

Seeing their cover was so small, Alex immediately shielded her with himself, hugging her as tightly as he could to minimize their exposure. Alexis quickly reached for a Molotov but paused. A crafty smirk as she kicked around for the biggest piece of concrete she could throw. She looped a tactical rope over the rock.

"Take the southeast one, this one's mine!" She ordered, blindly nudging Alex's knees and pointed at the helicopter just 300 yards shy from their position.

"With a rock?" Alex bewilderedly asked, multitasking while controlling the RC planes.

"Mind your business, I'm a good shot. Remember Cairo...?" Alexis trailed off to close her right eye in concentration.

"Unfortunately."

She filtered through the comms, "Hadir! Watch this!"

Eyeing for the tail rotor (the weakest link in a helicopter), she used the length of the rope as torque, then released. The heavy weight of the rock propelled it forward, the rope entangled among the spinning blades before the block of concrete broke its spin. Small sparks ignited as the blades came in contact with the object. Within seconds, the tail rotor failed, causing the helicopter to spin uncontrollably.

It crashed into a flower of sparks and fire. Alex whistled lowly in admiration at the sight, a mumbled 'damn' escaping from his lips.

"What did I say about finding a big enough stone?"

"Well played, I guess you don't have to send me more books, Alexis!"

"Visual learner, then." Lady Luck certainly was shining down bright on her, blessing her with good timing and that majority was the work of the pilot's own anxiety. Not that she would ever tell. She winked at Alex, jerking her head at the other destroyed chopper.

A number of militia members also witnessed the fiasco, all shouting Arabic words of praises. Her stunt did wonders to renew their fighting spirits. They pushed right towards the first armory.

Alexis waited for the most apposite timing before sprinting to her next cover, flawlessly lodging bullets in the new waves of snipers on a hangar's roof. She spotted a distinct red building. "3-1, got eyes on the armory."

"Copy that, I see it too. Two tangos, let's drop 'em." They cleared the armory for reloading.

"Good work, both of you! Regroup outside! Tarmac is through the gate. Everyone to the gate!"

Alexis was a phoenix on the battlefield. Her presence mighty, fearless and deadly within a single shot. Years of experience flowing in her blood, every move was calculated and precise. One shot, one kill, she dropped targets effortlessly. She knew exactly where and when to shoot, throw a grenade or to advance. It was compelling to see her move.

It had been longer than five minutes and yet, their air support still was nowhere near them. She was growing impatient, this tarmac was the turning point vital for their success. As another round of hellfire rained down, more of their own got caught in the crossfire. They helplessly watched as grunts of pains called out, watching comrades pierced with rounds of ammunition dropped dead beside them.

"Saint to Watcher, we are taking heavy fire from enemy helis! Get us that air support, now!" The chopper was late, and the agent was furious watching others pay the price. She'd be damned if she cared if her tone was 'appropriate'.

Switching to a crawling position, a sudden pain shot from her arm. She groaned mid-shot, knowing the bandage came loose and her dive roll into the sand and dust did not help. She stayed to clear stragglers while the rest pushed through the barracks to advance further into the tarmac.

"Sister! The tarmac is ahead of us!"

"I see it! Brother, get us more planes in the air!" Hadir tried, but in a turn of events, the militia's safehouse was under attack.

Fuck. She didn't like how the tables were turning. They really needed that damn helo.

"My planes are down. We need air support. If you guys really want to help us, now is the time!" Hadir pleaded.

Alex nodded reassuringly, "We have a helo on the way! We're on our own until then! Where's the last armory?"

"In that hangar across the tarmac! We take it and the base is ours!"

"Roger that! Saint," Alex called for her. "Race you there."

"Rog." She replied lazily, pushing herself off the ground and charged to the next armory. "Let's end this."

Alexis ran past the second hangar, where Farah and her soldiers were successfully sweeping up the enemies. Catching her breath, she met an awaiting Alex outside the armory, a displayed triumphant smirk since he reached first.

Hushed whispers came from inside, revealing their headcount. In the same formation, they boosted each other on top of the armory to reach a latch. On the count of three, Alexis used all her strength to open the heavy latch door for Alex to snipe the three soldiers.

"Last armory is secure. Resupply on us." Alex commented. Both of them busied refilling their ammunition. She caught with ease as Alex tossed an unloaded sniper rifle. Her lips curved upwards approvingly. "A Windrunner...? You are too good to a lady, Echo 3-1..."

Alex watched her hands appreciatively glided along the .50 BMG's body with a grin, knowing it was her perfect weapon. Her happiness was short lived when the airbase power was cut off, leaving them in the dark. He shrugged as she returned it and left. Without a thermal scope, it was useless to them.

"I hear incoming!" Farah alerted as more tanks rolled up to the hangar. Alexis cursed, this was never ending without their helos.

"Shit! Alexis, we could really use some help here!"

Her comms sounded, "Echo 3-1, Viper 1-1 on approach. Ready for tasking. What's your position?"

'Oh hell yes', she thought, immediately ceasing fire and slumped on the ground to regain her energy.

"Viper, this is 3-1. God damn good to hear your voice!" Alex conveyed in relief. "Friendlies in the hangar, taking fire from troops on the tarmac. You are cleared hot!"

"Farah, Hadir! Get your people to stay inside the hangar!" Alexis shouted, pointing at the helo. The siblings nodded in gratitude.

"Saint to Viper, did you take a nap or something?" Alexis thought she recognized Viper's voice and callsign. Beside her, Alex almost had a cardiac arrest from her unexpected accusatory tone.

Instead, a chuckle came from the receiving end. "Saint! We ran into a little fuel situation at baseplate. How many times must I save your pretty ass?"

Alex glanced questionably. 'He had a crush' she mouthed, waving dismissively. Alex rolled his eyes in response, of course he did.

All of them remained in the hanger while Viper cleaned up. As they looked around, their headcount was drastically reduced. This sucked —she hated this part. The part where they paid the price, a hefty one, even for the victorious.

A sudden burst of gunfire shot into the hangar, barely missing the lot. "Jesus!" Alex commented, equally taken aback.

Alexis yelled into the comms, "Viper, do you mind doing a little landscaping – a tank right outside the hangar! Pretty sure we almost fucking died!"

"Copy. Anything for you, Saint." Alexis was about to call Viper out for his inappropriate comments, but since Viper was the one saving their asses, she stopped and settled for an unsatisfying eye-roll. From the annoyed expression, it was clear Alex felt the same.

After a few rockets and hellfire from Viper, they successfully claimed the airbase. "All targets destroyed. Tarmac is cleared of enemy movement, over." She looked to Farah, a warm smile slipping on the commander's face.

They won. They took the airbase and shoved it where it would hurt Barkov. Without air support, his army would face tremendous setbacks.

"Solid copy, Viper 1-1. Appreciate the high heat, don't be a stranger." Alex thanked.

"Never by choice, 3-1. Nice to hear from you again, Saint, hope to see you at the next one! Viper, out."

"Don't I know it! Echo and Saint, out." Alex interjected before she could even touch her comms.

Walking through the empty airbase, her adrenaline pumped at the sweet taste of victory. For Alex and her, victory was probably their only constant. The taste no longer revelled on their tongues the same way it used to —watered down after hundreds of missions. To them, today would have been just another victory tucked under their belts.

But for the Liberation Force, they were a step closer to freeing themselves from the cage Barkov ruthlessly shoved them in.

As Alexis, Alex, Hadir and Farah surveyed the scene of their victory, a once foreign feeling of contentment coursed through her veins. From the look on Alex's face and the way he ethnically perched his arm over her, he definitely felt that way too.

"So you do kill Russians." Hadir said jovially.

"Only the bad ones."

Hadir looked to them sincerely. "Today was a great victory for Urzikstan. Thank you, brother and sister."

"We make a good team." Alex passed a genuine smile, proud.

Alexis huffed, looping her arms around the siblings endearingly as if to stake her claim. Her uncharacteristic affection shocked him, even though he was aware of their history. "Welcome to the team, Alex."

Farah smiled. "Yes, we've bought time, but Barkov will retaliate."

"So will we." Hadir finished. They'd be more than ready.

They had no idea where this war was going to take them. However, one thing was for sure. When they were done with this assignment, Roman Barkov would be dead. It was a promise they swore upon.

Farah glanced at her team. After today, they were comrades.

a/n: sorry this was a very technical chapter. peep alex's silent jealous streak tho... masterlist here. want to be tagged? let me know!

[seafleece]

just wanna go back to when my brother and i watched the drake and josh christmas movie and lost our fucking minds at the scene where megan puts their location tracker on an rc helicopter and it has the little person indicator just flying in circles

[theshapeshifter100]

Guess What? I’m Not a Robot RC Ch16

Word Count: 1,599

Chapter Warning: Not that I can think of (Let me know if you found one)

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6.23PM Thursday 11th November 2038

It was quiet now.

It wouldn’t be for long. The firefights were happening in waves now, giving both sides a chance to breath.

The humans in Android Allies had done a bit of a swap around to get fresh eyes and limbs on things. Well, mostly Megan and Lucas. They needed everyone who could shoot, shooting. Nathan was the only one practiced enough to handle the drones and Oscar didn’t dare leave Julia.

Alex and Allison had both taken up positions with the shooters, learning how to shoot on the fly or re-loading everyone else’s weapons. Megan was now on watch duty while Lucas was helping Zach and Maggie. She and Maggie would swap in a few hours.

Shooters took this time to take stock of ammo, Nathan flew his drones high out of gun range to keep them safe. Megan was watching the two sides of the military they were fighting, while keeping an eye on charging drones.

Zach had not stopped the entire time. Working tirelessly to keep as many androids as possible in working order. He was rationing Thirium now, although that was the only problem.

All in all, for people not trained in combat, they were doing quite well.

Megan did some leg stretches while looking around. She couldn’t see the military at the back of the compound, as they had retreated over the hill for now. The ones at the front had formed a van barricade and were all hunkered behind that.

“See anything up there? Over,” Alex asked over the radio.

“Nothing, they’re either behind the hill or the vans. Over,”

“Nathan?”

Nathan took the time to fly a couple of the drones, seeing the soldiers re-loading and dealing with injuries.

“They’re preparing for another round. Over.”

“Got it. Over and out.”

Megan’s gaze drifted down to the disassembly machines, and felt her gut twist. There must be about thirty soldiers still in them, cramped together, in the dark.

She didn’t know what to do about it.

Nathan followed her gaze for a moment and grimaced.

“Yeah. I know.”

“We can’t let them go, can we?” she’d already thought about the consequences, but wanted to hear what someone else would say.

“Probably not. Well, I dunno. We took all of their weapons and they’ve got to be hungry and dehydrated by now. It might distract them to send them at them.”

“Or it might just give them more soldiers,” Megan countered. “People to send back to get re-enforcements.”

“Or that,” Nathan agreed. “One of us has got to give out though.”

“We’ve got the most weapons now and androids can take more damage,” Megan thought out loud.

“They’ve got re-enforcements and training. Come on, you’re a history student. You’ve compared armies before right?”

“You think I can remember specifics off the top of my head?” Megan asked incredulously. “But yeah, we both have something the other side lacks, but, they can get supplies. If we tried we’d…” Megan trailed off her thought as she realised the end.

“We’d die trying,” Nathan finished. “Shit.”

Megan felt her stomach drop. “We’re done for, aren’t we?”

“What else can we do?” Nathan stared resolutely at the drone screens, hands shaking over the controls. “If we surrender, we’re fucked. If we stay here, we’re…”

Megan swallowed. “They’re all human. They need to sleep. Most of our guys don’t. We might be able to sneak away.”

“They’ll sleep in shifts or something. It won’t be that easy.”

“I’m trying to be optimistic.”

“I know. Sorry,” Nathan blinked. “I’m just scared.”

“Me too,” Megan swallowed. “They can’t keep going all night though, right?”

Nathan didn’t answer, and Megan checked the binoculars again. There was movement behind the hills and a gun muzzle poked out from behind a van.

“Another round coming, over,” she spoke into the radio, and barely registered the response as it all raged again.

8.33PM Thursday 11th November 2038

A few shots rang out, but it seemed to go all quiet again. Megan didn’t relax yet, watching both sides and wished she had the neck of an owl so that she could twist her head around without moving her whole body.

“They’ve retreated again, over,” she said over the radio.

“Noted. Over and out,” Alex sounded exhausted, not that was surprising. All Megan wanted to do was sleep. The sun had gone down hours ago, so it looked like midnight.

Megan caught movement from the vans, and pressed her eyes against the binoculars.

A soldier was walking towards the compound, waving a white flag.

After a check on the hill group, she reached for the radio.

“Soldier approaching from the vans waved a white flag. Over.”

“Yeah, the androids just told me. Figuring out who to send. Over.”

“I could go,” Ivy offered. “They might not kill a human. Over.”

“No!” Maggie’s denial was louder than expected, and there was a pause as she regained control. “Ivy, no.”

“Maggie, it makes sense.”

“I don’t care. Please don’t.”

“Both of you, no,” Allison was speaking now. “This is not for a damn martyr to decide. This is a vote, over.”

Megan spotted movement on the railings. “I think we missed the vote. Over.”

Callum was heading for the parlaying soldier, and Megan relayed this.

“Sorry,” Paul came on. “Vote was pretty quick.”

“No worries Beep Boop,” Alex assured. “Let’s just see how this plays out. Over.”

Callum spoke with the solider quite animatedly, waving his arms around angrily before storming back to safety. Shooters kept aim at the soldier, just in case, and Paul came back on the radio.

“Apparently he wants the soldiers in the disassembly machines released. If we do that, we get a respite, over.”

Nathan and Megan looked at each other, since they had only spoke about this not long ago.

“That’s it?” Ivy asked. “A damn respite? Absolute fuckers… Over.”

“It sounds like a trick,” Maggie said. “We’ll just be giving them more manpower.”

“If we don’t hand them over?” Alex asked tentatively.

“…They’ll call in helicopters and bomb us. The disassembly machines would survive, we wouldn’t. Over.”

“Shit,” Allison cursed. “Don’t them over and die. Hand them over, and probably get overrun.”

“They’ll be tired, hungry, dehydrated,” Megan offered. “They need help, surely they wouldn’t send them back out? Over.”

“Then this respite is them recovering before killing us all, over,” Allison added bitterly.

“Can’t we run?” Oscar came on for the first time. “Use this respite to get the hell out of here? Over.”

“And go where with this many androids? I’m not seeing It, over.”

“Not to mention, we’re shattered,” added Maggie. “We’ve been at this for hours. A respite might be good just to rest. Over.”

“The more rest we get, the more rest they get,” Allison sighed. “But, yeah, I’m tired too. Over.”

“You’re forgetting that we’re here,” Paul came on. “We can keep going while you guys rest. We can cope. Over.”

“I think we all need a break for longer than half an hour,” Megan said. “It’s this or get bombed. We can hold off humans. We can’t hold off helicopters and bombs. Over.”

There was silence on the other end for a little bit, and Callum went back to the soldier. There was a bit more talking and Callum went back into the compound. Megan watched as androids jumped down to join him, and he went towards the disassembly machines.

“Nathan, can you get a couple of drones by the disassemblers? Over,” Paul asked, and Nathan responded by doing just that, hovering three drones over the machines as the androids opened them up one by one.

Megan kept watch on both sides as Callum and the other androids got the tired, hungry and dehydrated soldiers under control, and frogmarched them back to the van line. The radio crackled again after a few minutes.

“According to Callum we’ve got two hours, and in his own words ‘make sure the squishies sleep, especially the shooters and watchers.’ Over.”

“Two hours isn’t a lot of time,” Alex started, and Paul interrupted.

“It’ll have to be enough. We’ll get a couple of androids up into the surveillance booth and you can sleep, alright? Over.”

“Fine by us,” Megan responded. “Nathan looks like he’s about to drop, over,” she smiled a little when Nathan glared at her, only interrupted by a yawn.

“First, are they actually retreating? Over” Alex asked, and Megan checking the binoculars again. There was no sign of them at the van line or the hill line. Nathan’s drones told a similar story.

The van line was dealing with their new influx, and the hill line were sitting on their asses.

“We seem to be okay, over.”

“Lower the booth and we’ll swap you out. There’s some cabs back here you can sleep in, or the disassemblers, since they’re empty. Over,” Paul informed.

“Pass,” Ivy was quick to say. “They’ve been in there nearly 24 hours. It’ll reek of piss. Over.”

“Fair point. Sleep where you can and we’ll get you up in a few hours. Over and out.”

Megan lowered the booth down to the androids waiting to replace them. She left Nathan to explain the drone controls and deliberately chose a van close to Paul.

“Nervousness Incarnate, what are you doing? Over,” Paul sounded half amused.

“Sleeping where I feel safe, over.”

“Front line is not safe, over.”

“Nowhere is safe, and we have a respite. I’ll be fine. G’night Beep Boop. Over.”

Paul sighed good naturedly over the radio. “See you in a few hours, over and out.”

We're not too far from the end now

Other Options Flowchart

(Megan) Be hopeful

(Megan) Be more blunt about missing the vote. Say nothing

(Megan) Suggest running (lead to a different sequence) Say nothing

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[pickygadgets]

Now, for the first time in human history, you can actually, really, give a Flying FUCK RC Helicopter to those your love.