Post by Team Atari on Apr 22, 2018 10:40:45 GMT -8
7800 steps off of the MCC very early in the morning. The sun is just starting to pop up over the mountains and 7800 has always been early to rise type of fella. As to not wake anyone else in the sleeping quarters, the “recondition chambers”, and to answer the call of nature, 7800 heads on outside for the morning water of the bushes.
7800 searches for the right bush to mark. He has many to choose from where they parked the MCC for the night. After a quick search, 7800 has found just the right bush. A lush, full southern magnolia in peak bloom. As he, “pays the water bill” 7800 closes his eyes and tilts his back just a tad. Oh there is nothing like a good piss in the morning. Once the bill has been paid, he zips up…..
A hand suddenly covers his mouth and 7800 disappears from sight. No sounds, no struggles. Gone….
Vanished…
Without a trace.
Roughly an hour later…….
2600’s alarm sounds and he crawls out of his recondition chamber from the sleeping quarters on the MCC. Already in his battle suit, 2600 stretches quick. Bends down, touches his toes, squat thrust, twists from side to side. Reaches for the sky, holds, a little twist and he is ready to go. The recondition chambers has sliding doors on them and as 2600 slides his shut, he lightly taps on the chamber above him which just happens to be Flashback 2’s. Yes, Flashback 2 is a on top type of gal, but I’m thinking 2600 hasn’t figured that out yet.
“Flashback 2…..” 2600 says into the door not daring to slide it open. “It’s time to rise and shine….”
2600 looks around the tiny sleeping compartment and spins around quickly and slides the top bunk open, 7800’s bunk and it’s empty. He slides the door back shut and leans in very close Flashback 2’s door.
“
.” 2600 says with a smile on his face. He says it just barely above a whisper as this sort of thing is strictly forbidden. No dating or physical relations between crew members allowed. Not that this sort of, relationship 2600 and Flashback 2 has is very physical, just a slight touch of hands when reaching for a pen, paper clip, radio knob at the same time, little innocent “oops” between the two. Truth be told, 7800 wouldn’t care if they, as Marvin Gaye sang, “Got it on.” But then again he the rule break from the group.
“I’ll see you outside. For our morning run and cardio training.” 2600 says just hoping Flashback 2 would slide open her door a bit. She does not and 2600 heads on out.
2 minutes later…..
Flashback 2 slowly slides her door open to her recondition chamber. She pokes her head out. Her long red hair has a serious case of bed head going on but, you know, she looks cute still. She glances towards the door of the sleeping quarters.
“26?” She calls out, her little nickname for 2600. “You there?”
If he was, he would answer, not because he has a thing for her, but because that is just who he is. Someone calls for him, he answers. He doesn’t answer therefore he is not within earshot of the quarters and she is all alone on the MCC. She hops out of her bunk wearing volleyball shorts and a matching sports bra, NOT department issued gear, a huge violation of policy. Flashback 2 lifts the shoulder straps of the sports bra, Nike brand if you wondering, the swoosh gives that away, and gets the girls where they should be. She then slides the door open to the bathroom and in a way, it’s her own personal bathroom as both 2600 and 7800 refuse to use it. They would rather piss on trees and bushes like men god damn it!
A couple of minutes later…..
Flashback 2 emerges from the bathroom looking a little more awake and cleaned up. She has gathered her red hair and pulled that up in a ponytail and as she makes her way back to her recondition chamber, to get her battle suit on, a blanket is flung over her.
“WHAT THE?” She calls out. A figure in a flash, scoops her up and throws her over his shoulder. Flashback 2 tries to fight back but it is of no use
Another couple minutes later…..
7800 and 2600 are hogged tied and have hoods over their faces as they lay on the ground next to each other. They are tied up real good, there is no getting free. Soon Flashback 2 joins them as she tossed on top of them while still wrapped up in the blanket. She quickly pulls the blanket off of her head and the first thing she see is her boys all tied up.
“What the?”
“Flashback 2?”
“Dilly?”
“Oh my god 2600!” She says and then she looks up to see who has done this.
“Tos?” She says in disbelief.
“I should have known!” 2600 says.
“That’s right sweet cheeks! The man, the myth, the guy who is going to wipe your lazy out of uniform asses into shape!” Tos says.
“What are you talking about? I’m in my battle suit.” 2600 says as he looks up at Tos even though he still has his face covered by the hood.
“Yeah, not all of you are battle ready. Good ahead Red. Pull those covers off, untie them and let’s get this shit storm going.” Tos demands.
“Uhmm...can I get my bat…”
“No you can not! You want to drive around the countryside half naked, tossing your battle suit aside, then you get to go through a 4 course Tos beating in what you feel is all you need!” Tos barks.
Flashback 2 lowers her head. She is for a long day and she knows it. She takes a deep breath.
“Flashback 2?” 2600 says. “What is he talking about? Are you not in your battle suit? You know I will have to marked this on my report. You know that is a Stinkor 5250.”
Flashback 2 puts her hand on 2600’s hood and slowly removes it.
“Yeah lose the blanket Steven and hurry up. Daylight is burning!” barks Tos.
She loses the blanket and 2600 can’t believe what he sees. His heart starts racing, his face turns red, not from anger mind you. Flashback 2 unties 2600 and then 7800. Once untied, they stand up and fall in line. 2600 looking directly down at the ground. 7800 looks, he’s the pervert of the group.
“Dilly.” he says.
“Yeah yeah you dipshits! Listen here maggots! The PTB have sent me here to this god forsaken place to get you sorry sacks in shape and ready for the biggest battle in your lives! Now I don’t care whatcha wearin, how you feel, or if you even took your morning shit! For the next 14 hours, I own your asses! So suck it up you bunch of pussies! Under my command, you are not going to lose the battle of Hollywood! You will come home with the Energon Devise!”
“Yes sir!” 2600 says.
“What was that Debbie?”
“YES SIR!”
“Then look in the eyes like a goddamn man Jennifer!” Tos barks.
2600 looks at Tos. He is never one to disobey a order or quit, even if death is on the line.
Tos walks up to the 3 of them. “You have grown soft over the past month. I am so disappointed in you three Care Bear rejects that I might just have to kill myself to spare me and everyone back at Dig Dug the sorrow and regret you have inflicted on us! That is how you make feel and I hate fucking feeling anything! So you know what today is?”
“Dilly Dilly.”
Tos steps directly in front of 7800 and stares a hole right through him.
“You bunch of bitches think that we’re playing dodge ball here today do ya?”
“No sir!” 2600 shouts.
“Oh I think you do! Well them….”
Tos pulls out a handgun. Relax, it’s a high powered paint gun. No need to get all, protestey on me. He cocks it and shoots Flashback 2 in the thigh, her bare thigh and it instantly welts up. To her credit she doesn’t flinch or cry and you know that shit hurt like hell.
“I betcha you wish you were wearing your battle suit huh? Craig.” Tos says as he glares right at Flashback 2. He then looks at 2600 and 7800.
“Well you dumb broads better start running or I’ll shoot you right here! Jesus Fuck! Are ya stupid or what?” Tos says and shots 7800 right in the shoulder. Close range too. Even through the suit it has to hurt.
With that they run like hell. Tos looks at his watch, waits like 3 seconds and smirks.
“TIME TO GO HUNTING!”
14 hours later…….
A nice campfire is going. Tos is making some BBQ chicken. He is so happy with himself. Singing, dancing, having a grand old time.
Team ATARI and Flashback 2, are in a heap on the ground, looking like they were run into the ground. All dirty, suits tore up, cuts, bruises, a starburst of color from being shot 100’s of times.
But they have completed their training today. Tos has ground them down into the ground and built them back up. They are now ready for the Battle of Hollywood.
They are ready to bring home the Energon Devise.
They are ready to go to war against Yamauchi Kross.
7800 searches for the right bush to mark. He has many to choose from where they parked the MCC for the night. After a quick search, 7800 has found just the right bush. A lush, full southern magnolia in peak bloom. As he, “pays the water bill” 7800 closes his eyes and tilts his back just a tad. Oh there is nothing like a good piss in the morning. Once the bill has been paid, he zips up…..
A hand suddenly covers his mouth and 7800 disappears from sight. No sounds, no struggles. Gone….
Vanished…
Without a trace.
Roughly an hour later…….
2600’s alarm sounds and he crawls out of his recondition chamber from the sleeping quarters on the MCC. Already in his battle suit, 2600 stretches quick. Bends down, touches his toes, squat thrust, twists from side to side. Reaches for the sky, holds, a little twist and he is ready to go. The recondition chambers has sliding doors on them and as 2600 slides his shut, he lightly taps on the chamber above him which just happens to be Flashback 2’s. Yes, Flashback 2 is a on top type of gal, but I’m thinking 2600 hasn’t figured that out yet.
“Flashback 2…..” 2600 says into the door not daring to slide it open. “It’s time to rise and shine….”
2600 looks around the tiny sleeping compartment and spins around quickly and slides the top bunk open, 7800’s bunk and it’s empty. He slides the door back shut and leans in very close Flashback 2’s door.
“
.” 2600 says with a smile on his face. He says it just barely above a whisper as this sort of thing is strictly forbidden. No dating or physical relations between crew members allowed. Not that this sort of, relationship 2600 and Flashback 2 has is very physical, just a slight touch of hands when reaching for a pen, paper clip, radio knob at the same time, little innocent “oops” between the two. Truth be told, 7800 wouldn’t care if they, as Marvin Gaye sang, “Got it on.” But then again he the rule break from the group.“I’ll see you outside. For our morning run and cardio training.” 2600 says just hoping Flashback 2 would slide open her door a bit. She does not and 2600 heads on out.
2 minutes later…..
Flashback 2 slowly slides her door open to her recondition chamber. She pokes her head out. Her long red hair has a serious case of bed head going on but, you know, she looks cute still. She glances towards the door of the sleeping quarters.
“26?” She calls out, her little nickname for 2600. “You there?”
If he was, he would answer, not because he has a thing for her, but because that is just who he is. Someone calls for him, he answers. He doesn’t answer therefore he is not within earshot of the quarters and she is all alone on the MCC. She hops out of her bunk wearing volleyball shorts and a matching sports bra, NOT department issued gear, a huge violation of policy. Flashback 2 lifts the shoulder straps of the sports bra, Nike brand if you wondering, the swoosh gives that away, and gets the girls where they should be. She then slides the door open to the bathroom and in a way, it’s her own personal bathroom as both 2600 and 7800 refuse to use it. They would rather piss on trees and bushes like men god damn it!
A couple of minutes later…..
Flashback 2 emerges from the bathroom looking a little more awake and cleaned up. She has gathered her red hair and pulled that up in a ponytail and as she makes her way back to her recondition chamber, to get her battle suit on, a blanket is flung over her.
“WHAT THE?” She calls out. A figure in a flash, scoops her up and throws her over his shoulder. Flashback 2 tries to fight back but it is of no use
Another couple minutes later…..
7800 and 2600 are hogged tied and have hoods over their faces as they lay on the ground next to each other. They are tied up real good, there is no getting free. Soon Flashback 2 joins them as she tossed on top of them while still wrapped up in the blanket. She quickly pulls the blanket off of her head and the first thing she see is her boys all tied up.
“What the?”
“Flashback 2?”
“Dilly?”
“Oh my god 2600!” She says and then she looks up to see who has done this.
“Tos?” She says in disbelief.
“I should have known!” 2600 says.
“That’s right sweet cheeks! The man, the myth, the guy who is going to wipe your lazy out of uniform asses into shape!” Tos says.
“What are you talking about? I’m in my battle suit.” 2600 says as he looks up at Tos even though he still has his face covered by the hood.
“Yeah, not all of you are battle ready. Good ahead Red. Pull those covers off, untie them and let’s get this shit storm going.” Tos demands.
“Uhmm...can I get my bat…”
“No you can not! You want to drive around the countryside half naked, tossing your battle suit aside, then you get to go through a 4 course Tos beating in what you feel is all you need!” Tos barks.
Flashback 2 lowers her head. She is for a long day and she knows it. She takes a deep breath.
“Flashback 2?” 2600 says. “What is he talking about? Are you not in your battle suit? You know I will have to marked this on my report. You know that is a Stinkor 5250.”
Flashback 2 puts her hand on 2600’s hood and slowly removes it.
“Yeah lose the blanket Steven and hurry up. Daylight is burning!” barks Tos.
She loses the blanket and 2600 can’t believe what he sees. His heart starts racing, his face turns red, not from anger mind you. Flashback 2 unties 2600 and then 7800. Once untied, they stand up and fall in line. 2600 looking directly down at the ground. 7800 looks, he’s the pervert of the group.
“Dilly.” he says.
“Yeah yeah you dipshits! Listen here maggots! The PTB have sent me here to this god forsaken place to get you sorry sacks in shape and ready for the biggest battle in your lives! Now I don’t care whatcha wearin, how you feel, or if you even took your morning shit! For the next 14 hours, I own your asses! So suck it up you bunch of pussies! Under my command, you are not going to lose the battle of Hollywood! You will come home with the Energon Devise!”
“Yes sir!” 2600 says.
“What was that Debbie?”
“YES SIR!”
“Then look in the eyes like a goddamn man Jennifer!” Tos barks.
2600 looks at Tos. He is never one to disobey a order or quit, even if death is on the line.
Tos walks up to the 3 of them. “You have grown soft over the past month. I am so disappointed in you three Care Bear rejects that I might just have to kill myself to spare me and everyone back at Dig Dug the sorrow and regret you have inflicted on us! That is how you make feel and I hate fucking feeling anything! So you know what today is?”
“Dilly Dilly.”
Tos steps directly in front of 7800 and stares a hole right through him.
“You bunch of bitches think that we’re playing dodge ball here today do ya?”
“No sir!” 2600 shouts.
“Oh I think you do! Well them….”
Tos pulls out a handgun. Relax, it’s a high powered paint gun. No need to get all, protestey on me. He cocks it and shoots Flashback 2 in the thigh, her bare thigh and it instantly welts up. To her credit she doesn’t flinch or cry and you know that shit hurt like hell.
“I betcha you wish you were wearing your battle suit huh? Craig.” Tos says as he glares right at Flashback 2. He then looks at 2600 and 7800.
“Well you dumb broads better start running or I’ll shoot you right here! Jesus Fuck! Are ya stupid or what?” Tos says and shots 7800 right in the shoulder. Close range too. Even through the suit it has to hurt.
With that they run like hell. Tos looks at his watch, waits like 3 seconds and smirks.
“TIME TO GO HUNTING!”
14 hours later…….
A nice campfire is going. Tos is making some BBQ chicken. He is so happy with himself. Singing, dancing, having a grand old time.
Team ATARI and Flashback 2, are in a heap on the ground, looking like they were run into the ground. All dirty, suits tore up, cuts, bruises, a starburst of color from being shot 100’s of times.
But they have completed their training today. Tos has ground them down into the ground and built them back up. They are now ready for the Battle of Hollywood.
They are ready to bring home the Energon Devise.
They are ready to go to war against Yamauchi Kross.
