*slogs screeching in pain*
"LT, what are the enemy status?"
a bold voice spoke to him through
walkie-talkie's.
"general, how good to hear from you.
those sligs get to ya?" asked the liuntenant.
"no, slig scum may have got me in the past, but i'm back.
i got 3 snipers set. there are more sligs coming."
he replied. the slogs were coming down with ease.
more sligs came into site. but, these were armored
poppers. *armored poppers shoot down snipers*
"dang! well, we still got your troops. we will need the sniper rifles
after we take these poppers out."said the general.
"poppers? those are slig!"LT. said.
"glukkons, and, well, ALL industrielistes call
them that..." he replied. "we are not industrielistes!
we are the resistance! one more thing, we constructed
the swoop, all we need is a shuttle..."said the LT.
"turrets...they'll need turrets. and in the factories are where we'll
get them."the general replied.
all the poppers were dead.
---back at the fort---
"we're low on ammo, general...
but we've made more swoops.hey, general.
what's your name anyway?"said drake."call me...
abe..."