Kolerin: UNDERGROUND

(Yeah, just let me finish studying. I'll be ten minutes at most. Probably five.)

Thanks.)

When Bonnie grabbed Calvin and tackled him to the ground he let out an earsplitting screech as one of his wings were now broken. His wings were quite delicate so they could break pretty easily. When he finished screaming he breathed heavily through his gritted teeth and tears were streaming down his face.

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Swan didn't dare say anything else. She had already said too much with one word so she just tightened her grip on her father.

Bonnie was completely indifferent to his screams of pain as she picked up the bumble bee bat and brought him to Erika, simply saying, "I got him."

Erika, having huge Jackal ears, ducked her head down gritting her teeth.

"Hot damn! That guy's got a set of lungs! SECURE THE PRISONER!" she snapped when he eventually stopped screaming.

The Red Suns lacked the bands the Sect, calling them inhumane so they restrained Calvin with a pair of simple hand cuffs

Bonnie hauled Calvin to the Red Sands' transport, the rest of the group dragging their spoils with them. They left poor Lance in the dust, who was passed out in the grass, and completely unresponsive. The rabbit cyborg continued to hold onto Calvin as the group drove away from the bat's home, which was now completely barren. She turned to Erika, "Would you like me to call Joann?"

"Tell her that we've secured the prisoner. Give a full report...and also mention that he's no child..." Erika ordered as she helped load the remaining spoils.

Lance came to in a haze but the shock from the hit prevented him from getting up.

"Cal...I-I'm sorry..." he muttered just under a whisper before passing out again.

(UGH!!! I'M SO MAD RIGHT NOW!!! Nothing bad happened I'm just mad about my PT test.

So regs say that the minimum score is a 75, and while that's all well and good most shoot for the 90 or higher for a couple of reasons. It looks great on an EPR (Enlisted Progress Report), and to supervision, and certainly it applies to your score when testing for promotion. But for me the big incentive is this: scoring a 90 or above means that the next PT test is scheduled one calendar year from the date of your last test as opposed to having to test every six months. -big boy inhale- and I think I missed it by, at the absolute most, one point. ONE FUCKING POINT! -manly man rage- D8< )

(*smacks head on table* I FUCKING HATE THE NEW IOS UPDATE. JESUS H CHRIST. *flops* I lost my post... TAT 

Pluto, at least you feel like you've passed it, which is good. I honestly don't really know what to say...)

Bonnie called Joann and spoke to her about the successful mission; she told her about the spoils they obtained, and about Calvin, "We have obtained and secured the prisoner... However, the bat is no child..."

(It's not even a bad kind of angry, just more of a "God dang it" moment you know? Like Arin in Battle Kid. XD )

"Is he now?" Joann replied smiling, "How interesting...off load the resources at our warehouse and bring the prisoner to me, I wish to speak to him personally."

(Ah, I see. XP) 

"Of course." Bonnie hung up on Joann, before turning to Erika, "I will bring the prisoner to Joann while you and the rest of the Sands drop off everything at the warehouse.

(So results are in. I actually missed it by quite a bit so yeah now I'm not mad any more XP)

Erika nodded, keying her radio, "This is Raider 21, we're returning to base."

A simply "Rodger" answered her back as the truck lurched forward and began the trip home.

(CALVIN HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN KIDNAPPED!!!!

Lance: ;n; )

(That's good? o3o'?

*pet Lance* Go protect Tina. DO IT

Tina: ;A;?????)

(Yeah. It's still a passing score but I thought I was a lot closer. Now I'm just like, oh okay I wasn't even close then XP

Lance shouldn't even be able to make faces right now. CAUSE HE GOT KNOCKED THE FUGG OUT!)

(Are you going to go on leave now soon?

Aw... *pats Lance* o3o' Night night.)

Yeah, I still have to get my EOC knocked out. I'm hoping I can go sometime before the 4th of July, ya know, shoot fireworks and shit with my family.)

(I hope to work July 1st and 4th. o3o' I really do. Because moolah. XD)

(Yep. o7o")

(And if I work at night, I'll see fireworks regardless. o3o'

Anyway, did I ever tell you guys about where I have my Showcase? It's at like, this boarding school. It's called a college, but it's from kindergarten to grade 12. Inwardly, it's my headcanon for Shay's boarding school. XP)

Ha XD)

(Yeah. o3o")

(Hey, sorry for now being here... I kinda had a rough day. Just got home from visiting family, had no fun while there, and cried as soon as I was alone after getting home. I'm just kinda done right now. I might not really hang around tonight because of it...)

(I heard... I read your dA journal. It's okay. Just... Are you okay now? I'm at least glad you posted...)

(My day only got worse after the journal, I assure you. I just feel ignored and betrayed... like I don't even matter... and the failure-ish feelings don't help. I'm just tired, and my heart's not really in anything... I might just go to bed so today can be over, if I can calm down and not just cry after laying down. *rubs at my face* I really am just done right now... I can't stop getting that eye-stingy feeling, like I need to cry, but I already cried and now I just want to rest. But it's not happening.

But I am tired... I'll try to post tomorrow. After some sleep, the worst of my mood should be gone. I just kinda need today to be over.)

(Cry if you need to... You know what happens when you hold stuff in. We all do.

Yes, you should try to sleep... It's okay. I'm sorry you went through all that shit... None of it is your fault. I want to smack your family for ignoring you. >81 Seriously. God fucking damn.

*pets and tucks into bed* Try to feel better, okay...? Please? I'm on Skype if you just wanna talk about random crap.)

(I already bawled like a baby. Now I'm tired... and I really don't know what my family's problem was tonight. It's just kinda that "you don't really matter" feeling... Nobody paid me attention at all, like I wasn't even there, even when I tried to hold conversation with them. It was just bad. And a friend is upsetting the shit out of me. I just kinda want to scream... but he's a dear friend and I'm scared of creating a rift between us, since what he's doing is a kind of big deal... and my reaction is a bigger deal... Maybe we can Skype about it tomorrow. I don't wanna get into it now and just cry more tonight. xnx")

((It probably doesn't help that it's "that time of the month" for me, either... Hormones are evil...))