(~January Daily Chit-Chat~)

[Sammi]

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:O

My cat ran away, so I'm too lazy to get it to reply XD

I wonder if they were conspiring against us...

 

[Draik]

Ignorance. That hurts me. Bad.

 

[Candelyce]

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Lemme bring my cat to the keyboard. nnjhnmbncmvmb

 

[pokejungle]

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Don't ignore me this time~

I thought your kitten was going to die! O_O" And you didn't have enough money for the operation!? Is it still sick? ;_____________;

 

[Mayl]

Don't ignore me this time~

I thought your kitten was going to die! O_O" And you didn't have enough money for the operation!? Is it still sick? ;_____________;

omg.. that's so sad ;_; poor kitty

 

[Chairman Kaga]

:O

My cat ran away, so I'm too lazy to get it to reply XD

I wonder if they were conspiring against us...

Mine is laying in my lap...it's incredibly hard to type, especially when he gets up to attack the screen x_x

My kitty <3

 

[Draik]

<333333

CK, your kitty is... <3

 

[Arcanine]

AWWWWWW Kaga, your kitten is soooooo cute......
It looks a lot like my mom's cat when she was little. Same color and everything.

My cat took my chair again. XD

 

[Draik]

._. It's either that cute, or I'm just a sucker for baby mammals XD

 

[Chairman Kaga]

<333333

CK, your kitty is... <3

And believe it or not, that pic is three months old or so...I'm showing it because he hasn't grown much since then. He's incredibly small, though it's not a genetic abnormality. I think I just got lucky enough to have a cat that's going to stay a kitten forever o_O

 

[Sammi]

Mine is laying in my lap...it's incredibly hard to type, especially when he gets up to attack the screen x_x

My kitty <3

AWWWWW! I wanna huggle it! It's cute!

Now I'll post pictures of our cats :3
...*sees that they are HUGE*
Aw crud, I'll go resize them for you guys~

 

[Jack O'Neill]

I heard Sheena Fujibayashi's name being mentioned here, so I decided I'll bring up these things I found...

[WARNING: The following passages are extremely long.]

[NOTE: This is not spam.]

@ Righteousness Square, Maineiacs City, Maineiacs...

[OOC: "More like Unrighteousness Square," snorted Major Sheena Fujibayashi as she tried to stifle back a giggle.

Sorry, I just had to include that. XD]

The entire population of Maineiacs City was cramped inside Righteousness Square, having been forced to attend the public execution of ex-President Anderson McDermott and his daughter Allison. The alternative for not attending would warrant a punishment so severe that words could not describe it, or so it was said. Reverend Scudder's elite terrorists, the Proctors, kept a close eye on the huge crowd; snipers were on the rooftops, and other Proctors walked around the crowd in an attempt to keep them contained. They kept a close eye on the populace of Maineiacs, but they did not give the same scrutiny everywhere. Somehow, some way, through the usage of bribery, false documents, and good old-fashioned intimidation, Colonel Lloyd Irving of the 501st Legion Marine Corps and his squad of special forces had infiltrated the Proctors and convinced the regional commander to have them work security at President McDermott's execution.

Colonel Irving and his right-hand people, Lieutenant Colonel Kratos Aurion and Lieutenant Colonel Colette Brunel, were assigned to escort McDermott and his daughter to the square. 1st Lieutenant Genis Sage and his sister, Major Raine Sage, were among the snipers on the rooftops surrounding Righteousness Square. Major Sheena Fujibayashi and Major Zelos Wilder were in charge of crowd control; 2nd Lieutenant Presea Combatir and Captain Regal Bryant were among those working the crowd.

Back at Sing Sing, Colonel Irving, Lieutenant Colonel Aurion, and Lieutenant Colonel Brunel approached the cell where McDermott was being held. Lloyd took out his keycard and opened the electronic lock that sealed the cell door. "Anderson McDermott, it is time," Lloyd said matter-of-factly.

"I know, sir," the former president replied in a hushed tone. Anderson was now a despondent wreck of a man, having been subjected to tortures best left undescribed at the hands of the Proctors. He got up from his cot and walked up to the door. Kratos and Colette grabbed him and began walking out of the prison with him in tow. As the grim procession made its way to the exit, all was silent; gone was the banging on bars and loud screaming, as the prisoners were now afraid of being shot by the M4-wielding Proctors who roamed the halls.

Lloyd, Kratos, Colette, and the ex-President went to an armored van waiting just outside the gates; inside was Allison McDermott, Anderson's daughter. He would have rejoiced at seeing his daughter again, but the presence of the "Proctors" put a damper on his joy, and as such, he stayed silent. once they were inside, the van started up and left for "New Zion."

Meanwhile, at Righteousness Square, the crowd was showing faint signs of restlessness. "Quiet, you," Sheena said as she struck an audience member in the stomach with the butt of her M16. Zelos, Regal, Presea, and the other Proctors beat the rest of the crowd into submission, and they fell silent and still once more. It continued like this until around 11:45, when the van from Sing Sing finally made it to the square. Anderson and Allison were herded out roughly by Lloyd, and Kratos and Colette dragged them to the execution place. They were to be decapitated, their heads to be put on display at St. Patrick's Cathedral and their bodies to be defiled and mistreated by passersby. Worse, Reverend Nehemiah Scudder himself was to personally execute the two of them. If Colonel Irving and his squad were to successfully carry out their mission, they would have to work quickly and efficiently. "Kratos, Colette, you still remember the plan, right?" Colonel Irving whispered to his comrades.

"Yes, sir," Lieutenant Colonel Aurion and Lieutenant Colonel Brunel replied in that same hushed tone.

"What plan?" Anderson asked under his breath.

"You'll find out soon enough, President," Lloyd replied.

Lloyd, Kratos, and Colette walked Anderson and Allison up to the massive wooden platform in the middle of Righteousness Square where they were to be beheaded. By that point in time, the crowd had largely fallen still and quiet; the Proctors stopped pacing and were now holding their positions around the audience. Raine observed from her perch atop a rooftop, her Accuracy International AWM held tightly in her steady hands. "You watching this, Genis?" she said into her radio.

"Yeah, I see the whole thing," Genis replied; he was on the rooftop just across from his sister's position. "You sure you're not gonna hit any of our own people or the Wasted Genius operatives, sis?"

"I'm sure of it. Trust me."

Lloyd received a transmission on his headpiece. "Change of plans!" Sheena whispered sharply. "Scudder's not gonna be here to carry out the execution. They're sending someone else in to do it for him."

"Copy that, Sheena. Lloyd out."

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Meanwhile, on board the Typhoon-class ballistic missile submarine Rau Le Creuset, somewhere in the North Atlantic Ocean...

"Intel reports that Scudder's forces have about 500 ICBMs at their disposal, ma'am," now-Ensign Sai Allster reported to his recently-promoted commanding officer, Commodore Flay Yamato.

"And? But? So? Therefore? Five hundred missiles is pathetic compared to what we've got with this single battle group," Commodore Yamato sneered. "We'll just take them out like we did with the Yalans. One of our Trident missiles should be enough to take out one of their launch facilities."

"If that's what you say, ma'am," Ensign Allster replied.

"Open up all silos and arm all missiles. We'll rain brimstone and hellfire on Scudder's heretical ***."

"Yes, ma'am."

In short order, the Rau Le Creuset and its companion subs, the Athrun Zala, the Dearka Elsman, the Yzak Joule, and the Heine Westenfluss, had armed their missiles and opened up their silos. Just as she did in the war with the Yalans, Commodore Yamato had to say but one word:

"Fire."

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Back in "New Zion," Scudder's proxy, a balding, corpulent minister with bad breath who went by the name of Richard Cheney VIII, arrived at Righteousness Square in a beat-up BMW 745i. He exited his car, which took some effort on the part of several Proctors who tried to extrude Reverend Cheney's massive bulk through the door; once he had been squeezed out of the Beemer, Reverend Cheney began stomping up to the platform. Once Cheney had ascended, nearly crushing the frail wooden stairs under his own weight, he waddled over to a microphone. Reverend Dick cleared his throat. "My fellow bretheren," he began in a mumbling, Marlon Brando-esque voice, "we are gathered here today under our almighty God's watchful gaze to witness the execution of the Communist pig Anderson McDermott and his harlot daughter Allison McDermott."

The crowd stood silent as it always had. While Reverend Cheney continued his droning, garbled sermon, Sheena was talking into her headset. "Raine, Genis, you in position?"

"We're as ready as we'll ever be, Sheena," Raine replied.

"Zelos, Regal, Presea, you know what to do, right?"

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," Zelos replied exuberantly but quietly.

"Lloyd, are you, Kratos, and Colette okay up there?"

"We're as fine as we'll ever be, Sheena. Don't worry about us," Lloyd replied.

"Good."

"Should anybody object to this execution, speak now and forever hold your peace," Reverend Dick mumbled. There was nothing but silence; nobody wanted a Proctor's bullet lodged in his/her cerebrum. After a brief pause, Reverend Dick concluded his sermon. "Let the execution commence."

"That's the signal, guys and girls! Go, go, go!" Lloyd whispered sharply into his headset.

Raine and Genis received Lloyd's order first; in response, they aimed their AWMs at the other two snipers watching over Righteousness Square and took them out swiftly. The loud bang caused by the rifles drew the attention of the other Proctors up towards the heavens; this distraction would prove to be their undoing, as Sheena, Zelos, Presea, Regal, and the Wasted Genius operatives took them out as well with precise, calculated shots from their own guns. One by one, with the aid of Genis and Raine, the multitude of Proctors watching the crowd was slowly being whittled down. Kratos and Colette earned their keep as well, sniping Proctors from atop the platform with their M16s.

Even though the Proctors were supposedly Reverend Scudder's "elite," they were actually of no use in any combat situation. All they were good for was terrorism and nothing else; while the average Proctor could bring up a Beretta M9 and shoot a helpless civilian in the head execution-style, he could not get even a decent body shot with his standard-issue M16 in the heat of combat. Many Proctors were uber-fanatical civilians who signed up for the program; very few of them had any weapons training, and what little training they were given was inadequate. The Proctors who actually had an idea of just what the hell they were doing (ex-police and ex-military types) were few and far between, and there were no such types at Righteousness Square right now.

In the chaos, as more Proctors fell to the onslaught (along with civilians, due to the Proctors' own indiscriminate use of firearms; the 501st Legion and Wated Genius operatives were good enough shots to determine who was friend and who was foe), Lloyd grabbed the executioner's axe that was meant for Reverend Dick's hands and brought it up. "Forgive me, Father, for you have sinned," Lloyd sneered as he drove the axe into Dick's forehead.

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Around the same time as the bloodbath in Righteousness Square, the missiles launched by the Rau Le Creuset's battlegroup hit their respective targets. These had been launched along with ICBMs from silos scattered all across the 501st Legion's territory; it was overkill, really, but to Secretary of Defense Matsuki, excessive force is the only acceptable type of force in combat. The areas around Maineiacs' own nuke silos and military bases were bathed in the light of a billion suns as 501st Legion nukes and N2 mines battered them with their massive destructive power.

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Lloyd drove the axe into Reverend Cheney's head with all of his might, cleaving him in half as he brought it down. He let go of the axe, allowing it and the corpse of Dick to fall, then walked up to the microphone. The whole affair was still being televised on MCBC, despite numerous orders to cease and desist; at least it brought ratings up through the roof.

"Attention, Reverend Nehemiah Scudder and minions!" Lloyd yelled into the microphone. He had to yell, as the sounds of gunfire and pained screaming were still echoing throughout Righteousness Square; Sheena and the others had the situation well under control, however, as the crowd had already scattered to safety and the few Proctors that had survived were either retreating or foolishly standing their ground.

"God has judged you guilty of heresy and has decreed that your life and your pathetic regime are now forfeit! Your heresy has not gone unheard, for as I speak, God is raining hellfire upon your equally pathetic military facilities! You will be receiving your just reward in due time. Give our regards to Satan, Reverend, for you shall be meeting him shortly!"

In a fir of anger, Lloyd tossed the microphone stand at a surviving Proctor, who was knocked out; Zelos put the zealot out of his misery by shooting him in the head. "*******," he coughed.

Just then, explosions rang out in the air, which meant only one thing: the recovery team was here. "Colonel Irving, report! Are you there? Do you have the McDermotts in custody?" a voice said on Lloyd's headset; it was Ensign Sting Neider, a 501st Legion Navy CH-53E Super Stallion pilot stationed aboard the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier Roy Mustang; the Mustang's battlegroup had just made it to Long Island relatively unscathed, its way there paved by the able pilots flying its onboard complement of F-14D Tomcats and A-6E Intruders. Sting's Super Stallion, along with a pair of SH-60 Sea Hawks, were being escorted to Maineiacs City by a squadron of F-35B Joint Strike Fighters, which provided more-than-adequate air support for the recovery effort.

"Yeah, we're here, and we're waiting for extraction. We've already routed most of the Proctors in the immediate area, but I've got a bad feeling more are going to come in very soon," Lloyd replied.

"Sweet," Ensign Neider replied. "Hold on, we're dropping in right on top of you."

As the Super Stallion touched down in Righteousness Square, the two Sea Hawks dropped onto the rooftops, recovered Genis and Raine, and went back to the carrier.

"Okay, guys and girls, we're moving out! Sheena, Zelos, Presea, Regal, you've got our six! Kratos, Colette, escort Andy and Ally to the copter! Move!" Lloyd yelled.

"Got it, sir!" everyone else replied! Kratos and Colette, with Andy and Ally in tow, were the first to get on the chopper, with Lloyd following shortly thereafter. Zelos, followed by Presea and Regal, were the next to get on. Sheena was the last, and as soon as she got on board, the Super Stallion took off and flew off to the safety of the Roy Mustang and its accompanying battle group.

 

[Draik]

Cats = <3

Not the wild ones like trashcan diggers ._.

 

[Mystic]

I'm a cat person, though we have a dog that is. I still like cats better, plus they don't bark at me when I pass. XD

 

[Draik]

All dogs attack me. I get tramatized o_o

Yeah, it's scary.

 

[Jack O'Neill]

I'm allergic to cats. Ironically, I keep a pair of cats in my backyard.

 

[Mayl]

'tis my kitty XD his name? Shadow XP

 

[Sammi]

I looooove our cats <3 They're cute.

Our cats (the saimese-looking one is Mr. Fuji, the other one [a female kitten] is Cuddles, ew, I hate that name). I usually call the female kitten XD
The Kitten on the printer. She likes it there. o_O

 

[Arcanine]

My cat barks at birds. So he's the closest thing to a dog that I have. XD

 

[Simon]

Cats. There are a bunch of strays around here. I kick them now and then.