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This is my first critique, so cut me some slack.... I like it. It captures the feeling of paranoia and anxiety that one gets when they ...


Blakfire v2 Chapter 2

“How much did you say you were being paid again?”
The question snapped Niku out of his staring at the carnage. “Uhh…..” He shifted, tightening his weapon harness; something told him he’d need his guns out very soon. “The guy didn’t say much over the phone. Quite frankly he just told me the time, place, and what he wanted me to do.”

Blaize frowned, calmly lighting another H-cig and taking a breath. “This guy better be loaded. If I’m going to put my ass on the line against a gods-damned military, I want to be swimming in Units by the end of this.” He looked up, trying to see rhe emblems on the side of the aircraft and airships overhead. “Any idea who these bastards are?”

Niku’s eyes turned upwards as well. “Ahh…..” He squinted. “….dark red fuselages and hulls, black trim, pentagram emblems….I’d say Damontian by the looks of it.”

Blaize blinked. For once, he looked genuinely surprised. “Damontian? This should be interesting….that country’s been dark for years.”

“Yeah…..” Niku agreed. “I don’t like this at all.” He almost considered dropping the contract, but...he still needed the money. Not to mention his elf guide may not take not being paid too well. He sighed. “Best we’d head in and try to find the Militia.”

“Militia? Like civilian resistance?” Blaize began walking into the city, making for the cover of a nearby warehouse that somehow wasn’t on fire or rubble yet.

“Of a sort.” Niku explained, following after the elf. As they got to the building, they drew their weapons, Blaize pulling out his pistol while Niku unholstered his single shot rifle. “Amibilidad is a former colony of Extremidad; they got their independence not too long ago. But Extremidad had doubts about the Amibilis being able to defend themselves what with how newly independent they were and all, so they secretly funded covert defense forces and even sent a good number of soldiers over here to back them up, disguised as civilians. It’s nowhere near enough to defend against an entire military though…only enough to delay the inevitable and stall for time while allies prepare reinforcements. Mostly a delaying tactic if anything.”

“Huh.” Blaize said absently,  peeking around a corner, and, not seeing anything, motioned for Niku to follow. “C’mon. If we’re gonna find your client, we’ll need to find a bird’s eye view of the area…can’t see shit over these buildings…” It didn’t seem like the Damontians had bothered to occupy this area yet; they seemed to be interested more in the factories and residential areas at the moment; judging from the gunfire that was also where the Militia was making their biggest stand. At the moment, though, Blaize’s attention was to the sky; a single strafing run would be enough to reduce both him and Niku to ribbons should a bored pilot decide that they were interesting enough to make a pass at. So far, the planes above seemed to possess no interest in the two, so Blaize felt it was safe to move across the street, towards a building with a higher point on it, one ideal for figuring out where this priest guy was. Once they were there, he tested the door, and found it locked. “Dammit….ugh. And here I was hoping to be inconspicuous about this.” He levelled his pistol at the knob.
“Wait!” Niku stopped him, stepping forward. “I got this…” He hunched over the door knob, hiding it from Blaize, and fiddled with it for a moment, before, with a click, the door unlocked and slid open.
Blaize lifted an eyebrow, somewhat impressed. “Didn’t know you could pick locks….”
The only response from Niku was a smile and a shrug. With Blaize in the lead, they made their way up into the building, thankfully unimpeded. It seemed that the inhabitants had flown the coop when the action started, or perhaps it was abandoned to begin with, considering that this place looked pretty ragged on the inside. Soon, though, they were at the high point, and Blaize looked out over the besieged city. “So…you see our objective?”
For a long moment, Niku only squinted and looked over Mirror bay, adjusting his glasses. “….There!” He pointed to a religious-looking building across the valley, a bit lower on the hill than they were. The good news was, it wasn’t, for the moment, in the middle of the worst fighting, but unfortunately, the quickest way to get to it would bring the two right through a particularly hot zone in the city, judging from the smoke, fire, and tracers. Blaize, upon seeing this, rolled his neck, which audibly cracked, much to Niku’s displeasure. “It’s gonna be one of those days, isn’t it?”
“Looks like it.” Niku confirmed grimly. “Please tell me those guns of yours aren’t just for show.
That got a grin from Blaize, who shifted the machine gun  on his back and cocked his pistol. “This won’t be my first rodeo, Blondie. Is it yours?”
“Nah.” Nick responded, checking over his rifle and submachine guns. “I detest violence, but I’ve had to resort to it in the past. And in this case, it doesn’t look like there’s gonna be much of an option; the Damontians aren’t likely to take kindly to two guys running around with guns.”
“Agreed.” With a nod, Blaize led Niku back down to the street, which was still empty. It was…eerie, how quiet it was at this area in the city when, barely two miles away, a heated battle raged. The quiet, however was suddenly broken by the roar of an engine. The two dove behind a nearby concrete barrier and looked back, both with guns in their hands. For a moment, little could be seen, and then, from lower on the hill, a bus careened around the corner, engine straining as it climbed the hill as fast as it could. Its job was made more difficult however by the fact that it was grossly overloaded; even from where he and Niku was they could tell that it was standing room only inside. “Refugees,” Niku said from behind him as he slowly stood and watched the bus race past. “The situation for them must be dire if they’re taking this risk...they’re totally exposed out here! You think that-“
Another engine reached their ears, and this time they had good reason to duck back behind the barrier. Above them, a pair of Damontian Barakuda fighters dove from the clouds, zeroing in on the struggling bus. One broke off and flew slightly higher, ostensibly to provide cover for its wingman which kept diving on the bus. “He…he isn't….” Niku stammered in horror and disbelief, watching as Blaize crouched grimly beside him and answered. “He is.” Helpless, the two looked on as the plane continued its dive, the long, menacing nose of the blocky single engine plane pointed right at the bus like a dagger condemning the occupants aboard the bus to death. Flashes sparked along the wings and nose, the sound of heavy machine gun and cannon fire reaching Blaize’s and Niku’s ears as the road behind the fleeing bus began to explode from the impacts of the shells, plowing their way closer and closer until they finally caught up to the hapless bus, shredding into the unarmored roof and back, and into the innocents inside. One of the exploding shells must have hit the fuel tanks, because with a muffled explosion, the bus went up in flames, but kept moving as if determined to escape its inevitable doom. However, there was no escape, and the burning wreckage careened off the road and into a warehouse, where a second explosion reduced the bus to scrap metal. As if this was not enough, the victorious plane looped back and poured another salvo of rounds into the bus, but at this point it was simply overkill…no one could survive that wreck. Nike growled, his eyes narrowing in hate and anger. “ANIMALS!” he shouted at the planes as they climbed to look for more prey. He looked at Blaize.  “They’re animals!”
“Trust me, I know.” Blaize said, sighing and standing up, but staying away from the road. “If anything it only drives the point home that we’re gonna have a fight on our hands. You’d best be ready.”
“I am.” Niku said quickly, leveling his gaze at the shorter elf. “You won’t get any hesitation from me. Not when…they’re doing things like that.”
Blaize looked at Niku appraisingly for a moment, then nodded. “Good. C’mon, we've a ways to go. You remember where the church is?”
“….Yeah.” Niku nodded after a second’s hesitation. “….Follow me.”
“You’re the boss,” Blaize said, deciding it was time for Niku to take over his own operation for once. A good kid, Blaize thought. He seemed a bit distant, maybe a little out of it, but he knew when the stakes were too high for hesitation….the display with the bus showed that the Damontians were playing for keeps today. And he was keeping a level head despite his obvious outrage at the atrocities being committed here.  Blaize made a note to talk to Niku after all this…he could see a partnership being beneficial to both of them if they made it out of here alive.
The sounds of battle grew louder as they descended towards the city center, and the closer they got, the more damage could be seen. Shell craters, burned out cars, collapsed buildings…even the burning husk of a downed zeppelin, draped over smoldering buildings like the skeleton of a great beast. Damn, Blaize thought. For a delaying force, the militia was really dishing out as much as they were taking. Along with the debris of war were the refugees as well. Civilians, mostly, hiding amongst the rubble and casting wary eyes to the sky above, which, again, judging from the previous incident with the bus, was reasonable enough; apparently Damontia had made it exceedingly clear that no one was safe from them. There were also militia soldiers, armed with Longford Rifles and Sten Submachine Guns, mostly guarding the civilians and trying to keep the peace. They were, reasonably, suspicious of him and Niku; more than once they’d had to flash their contractor badges and explain their mission, but…it did not work all the time…
“Sir, I am going to have to ask you to lay down your weapons. This is a war zone.” This guard in particular had decided that the contractor badges were not enough of an excuse to be armed to the teeth, and looked at the two of them with suspicion as she approached.
“Like hell!” Blaize said, glaring up at the guard, not phased by the Sten in the her hands. “I saw what those assholes are doing to civs, human. I’d rather have a fighting chance against them than let myself be slaughtered like a bloody goat.”
“And I’ve got a job to do, Pointy Ears.“ The guard looked with disdain down at the simmering elf, who visibly had a vein popping out on his boyish face. “Now hand over your weapons and scamper along back to your forests. We have this under control.”
Sensing that Blaize was about to do something regrettable, Niku stepped between them. “Look, ma’am, I know you’re trying to do your job…” He said, looking at the guard. “But getting into a brawl with a pair of contractors isn’t going to earn you brownie points with your bosses….we’re not going to be loitering and attracting trouble for you. Our destination is the church."
The guard obviously wasn't done arguing, and was about to level her orders at Niku, when a shout, followed by an explosion rang out down the street. A refugee, who had a split second before been pointing down the street at something, disintegrated as the explosion sent shockwaves down the street, knocking the three to the ground. The roar of another engine, along with the clacking of metal treads on pavement grew as the trio’s ears were still ringing. Blaize was the first to get to his feet, but what he saw was not a good sight.
Around the corner trundled a Damontian Drachen tank. At eleven feet tall and twelve feet wide, the huge, boxy reddish-brown vehicle ground to a halt in the intersection, before rotating its turret towards the three, its enormous cannon barrel looking like a tree trunk sticking out of a house. An awkward silence descended upon the area.  
“Oh…balls.” Blaize said aptly.
Blakfire Chapter 2 V2
And here's Chapter 2. With the action at Mirror Bay picking up, Blaize and Niku find out just how merciless the enemy's attack is...
Nightingale by killerweinerdog
So while everyone is waiting for my next chapter I may as well pull more stuffs out of my sketchup file and slap them in here, neh? 

This one is actually fairly recent, a vehicle I made for a roleplay guild of mine. 

Name: ASTV-88/88P "Nightingale" 
Class: Atmpospheric Stealth Troop Transport/Support craft 
Length: 21.8m 
Wingspan: 22.3 m 
Powerplant: One E-77S "Falcon" Engine powering two wing-mounted lift fans and directed through two thrust directional pods in the rear for stability while hovering. Thrust Direction pods are stowed flush with fuselage while in forward flight mode. 
Weapons: Two 95mm gauss cannons, (Military version only) 2 hard points for rapid fire rockets or homing missiles, (military version only) 1 Type E-3 EMP Projector (Police version only) Or one Type T-6 Light Tractor Beam (Police version only), flexible mount on rear ramp for light machine gun 
Defense: 4cm Adamanteum Armor, Light Phased Defense Shield (military version only) 
Personnel: 1 pilot, 1 copilot, up to 6 passengers and 3500 lbs of cargo. 

The Nightingale is a breakthrough design from the Seraphs labs, a small package combining stealth, firepower, and agility in one small troop-carrying capacity. Like its cousin the Ocelot, it is an atmospheric only craft, made to be carried to the ground then deployed from hastily-made landing pads, but unlike the Ocelot, the Nightingale has the ability to carry up to six passengers in its hold, which is around one full fireteam of FATE troops. While slower and larger than the Ocelot, what it does boast is an advanced but compact stealth suite, making it able to carry troops and supplies into areas where a heavier and louder Kestrel cannot go with minimal chance of detection, and bring along the firepower in the event of a need for close air support.  
I don't know what is real any mooooooore why DA why
Blakfire v2 Chapter 1

“You are very strange for an elf.”
Oh gods, not this again, Blaize thought. He looked back at the tallish, blonde human trailing him, currently analyzing him as he adjusted his glasses, like he was some sort of lab specimen. Fifth bloody time that the kid’s said this, in one version or another. Usually, Blaize would just shrug and continue, but now he scoffed in annoyance, shifting the light machine gun on his left shoulder to his right.
“Yeah? And you’re pretty damn odd for a human, Blondie.” Blaize retorted, spitting the butt of his H-cig to the ground and stopping on the wide dirt road to stomp the cig out.  “Hiring a City Elf like me to guide you through the Forests’ land and all…”  
“Blondie” frowned, stopping as Blaize did. “My name’s not Blondie, it’s Niku. And I hired you because you were supposed to be a guide. Had I known that you didn’t even speak the language of the Forests, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
Blaize snorted in amusement, lighting up another H-cig and grinning at Niku. “Had you paid attention in school, Human, you would have known that there’s a biiiiig difference between Citys and Forests when it comes to elves. It’s like the difference between a dog and a wolf. For one, Forests would have chopped my head off the minute they saw my smoking this cig. They hate seeing burning plant matter. Hell, you saw the look on that hunter’s face when I lit up.”
Niku sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t notice his expression. I was too concentrated on the fact that he doubled over and began vomiting, only because, I may add, you breathed that smoke right into his face.”
Blaize gave a wistful smile. “That was hilarious, wasn’t it? Fucker didn’t even have time to be mad he just bent over and went to town right there….” He chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. “Don’t you worry, it’s all part of the plan, Blondie. That hunter was going to strip us of every bit of cash we had if I hadn’t…ah…occupied him while we ran like our asses were on fire. The Forest Elves around here aren’t as happy about humans as the ones in Extremidad are, you know.”
“I’m well aware. But again, that’s why I hired you, to get me through their territory with little conflict.”
“Exactly.” Blaize grinned again. “And I got you through, didn’t I?”
This elf is crazy, Niku thought. But then again, he didn’t look particularly sane. Like all elves, he was somewhat short and slim, with an androgynous appearance that could be considered “elfy” though Blaize tended to lean a bit more masculine than feminine, unsurprisingly.  His black hair, short and spiked, was parted to the left, with two bangs that sprouted from the front of the part, the right bang slightly covering the elf’s right eye, the pair of which were an interesting bright crimson color, sharp and almond-shaped, and accented by, of all things, the slightest hint of mascara, though any sort of question into this was deflected. As with other elves as well, he had two long, pointed ears, pierced with two ear rings, one made of white ivory, the other of shiny black obsidian. His youthful face had some slight angles to it, but was a little…softer than one would expect of an elf, more boyish than manly. However, his face wasn’t the most interesting feature; it was his left arm. Instead of flesh and bone, it was made of bronzed metal, plastic, and wire, a prosthetic obviously made for a more utilitarian job than aesthetic. Blaize called it his “peacemaker,” but Niku had no idea why, though he couldn’t help but notice that his forearm had some very…firearm-like qualities to it. The elf had a decidedly….simple wardrobe, a black T-shirt, the left sleeve torn off, with some sort of skull on the front over tan cargo pants, which were in turn tucked into a pair of worn black combat boots, female human sized if he had to guess. Of course, he still had the essentials for a Contractor, such as a holster belt containing an automatic pistol and ammo, and a Pre-World combat knife (seriously, where the hell did he get that?), and a single strap backpack which likely contained, other than the freaking grenades hanging off it, ammunition for the light machine gun that the elf toted around, the likes of which almost looked comically huge compared to the short-ish Blaize.
Niku sighed, wondering why he’d mused so much on Blaize’s appearance like it was some sort of plot exposition, and nodded towards the path ahead. “Well, regardless, we’ve got ourselves still a ways to go to our destination, and our payment. Shall we keep going or wait here and hope Mirror Bay will get up and walk to us?”
Blaize actually gave a small laugh at that, grinning once more at Niku. “So, the human can make jokes! You’re not as much a milk-drinker than I thought….” He gave Niku a once over as he pulled his H-cig from his mouth and blew a stream of herb-scented smoke. The human was young, about his age, which was to say about 20, though he was a bit taller than he, something he wasn’t so happy about but then again a lot of things were taller than him, so it wasn’t anything new. He had emerald green eyes, behind a pair of reading glasses, which were either ill-fit or uncomfortable, maybe both, since the man kept adjusting them. He had a lean, handsome face (not that Blaize was attracted to him), with angles and soft curves in just the right areas to go with his glasses and give him an intellectual, but active appearance. As per his nickname, his head was topped with spiked (but slightly longer than Blaize’s) platinum blonde hair, which just slightly covered his rounded ears, which was of course standard for a human. This one wasn’t really dressed flashy, in a grey sport coat covering a black tank top tucked into a pair of denim jeans which ended at some nondescript white sport shoes. Of course, like Blaize, he made his profession as a Contractor no secret, considering he was armed as heavily as Blaize, with a pair of submachine guns in hip holsters just barely peeking out from under the coat, some sort of single shot rifle with a red dot scope, and, most interestingly, an odd looking sword, stainless steel and looking like one of those jousting sticks that you read about in the Pre-world castles and dragons stories, but  a lot shorter, only 3 feet long, with a split down the middle as if it was meant to open or something. Weird.
Blaize decided that Niku had a point about waiting around, so he put his hands into his pockets and turned, continuing to walk as the conversation petered out, the conversation replaced by the sounds of birds and woods, as if nature was awkwardly clearing its throat for them. Blaize withstood the silence for about….five minutes, he wagered, before his mouth saved him from his thoughts. “So….what’s with the sword?”
Niku blinked, somewhat enjoying the peace, but not exactly annoyed by the question; he admittedly got that question a lot. “It’s a family weapon.”
“Like an heirloom?”
“Nah, this one’s relatively new. What I mean is that only those in my bloodline can make and use it. Sort of a byproduct of our family profession.”
“Ah…and what profession is that?”
Niku simply smiled quietly, adjusting his glasses. “Smithing, I suppose.”
Blaize glanced back. “You suppose?”
“Well, it’s…complicated. What about you?”
“Me?” Blaize turned around, walking backwards now. “My profession is pretty obvious, isn’t it? I’m a contractor, like you. And you contracted me to take you to Mirror Bay. Heh, a contractor contracting a contractor. Say that three times fast….” He inhaled thoughtfully, blowing the smoke out a second later, thankfully off to the side so it didn’t fly into Niku. “So what’s your contract?”
Niku looked at the elf, somewhat off-put by how casually Blaize was walking backwards without a care in the world. “Uh….some priest contacted me, said he was in danger, needed escort of him and some sort of religious artifact out of the city and to Extremidad. When I asked why he wouldn’t just catch a plane from the airport himself, he said there was no time, that ‘they’ were coming. I’m guessing he pissed someone off or something. Either way, he hung up before I could ask him who ‘they’ were….” He shook his head, sighing. “This whole contract stinks, but it was the only one on the board at the time, I wanted to scoop it up before it got grabbed.” He smiled uneasily. “One could say I’m kinda….strapped for cash. Hence why I hired you instead of flying or riding out here, and agreed to pay you ONLY when my own contract was complete. Speaking of which….”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve done this before.” Blaize sighed in annoyance and turned around with a spin of his heel. “You want my help with the escort out. Ain’t the first time a fellow Contractor’s hired me. What’s the pay? 50/50?”
Niku scratched his neck sheepishly. “I…was hoping you’d agree to a 40/60, in my favor….I really need the cash.”
Blaize gave an exaggerated ugggh, like an impudent teenager being told he had to be back by curfew. “You ain’t the only one in this world trying to get by, human. And here I thought elves were hagglers….45/55, in your favor.”

Niku sighed and nodded, not too interested in spending the rest of the walk to Mirror Bay arguing about payment. “Very well. As soon as I get paid I’ll give you the share.”

Blaize gave his usual grin. “Good. And remember…” He looked back, his eyes holding an unnerving gleam as he grinned evilly at Niku, his mechanical arm tapping the combat knife on his hip, which, for its age, looked to be in remarkably god condition...but that did not reassure Niku any.  “Don’t EVER break a promise with an elf, capiche?”
Niku blinked, remembering his earlier thoughts about this elf not being sane and reminding himself to, for the love of God, pay the elf. “…..Capiche.”
“Good, glad we can make an arrangement!” Blaize gave a genuine laugh this time, looking forward again as they crested the hill on the incline. “Don’t you worry, Blondie. I’ll get you and your priest guy out of here. I mean, how hard….” Blaize stopped, blinking in surprises at something ahead of him. “…can it….be…..Well shit.” He kept looking ahead, giving a small sigh as his expression changed from surprise to grim dismay.
“What’s….oh.” Niku’s expression changed from curious to that same grim dismay as he stopped beside Blaize and saw what he saw. “Well….this contract got a bit more complicated.”
Mirror Bay was a city named after the massive natural bay protected by cliffs from the ocean that, on a calm day, looked serenely like an enormous mirror sitting in the hills surrounding it. Those same hills were what the city was built on, with the industrial district at the tops, and the business and residential districts sloping down to the water, the shore lined with docks for the fishing trawlers that the city made its revenue out of, along with some commercial docks for small cargo ships and a single pier for the pair of Deuteronomy-class cruisers (purchased from Extremidad following Amibilidad’s independence from the country) that defended the city from possible attacks by Sky Bandits or other various baddies. Of course, naught of that mattered now; the factories lay in rubble, smoke rose from the residential district, and the piers were in splinters, most of the trawlers and commercial ships sitting on the bottom of the bay. Of the two cruisers, one lay in two pieces next to the destroyed dock, her keel shattered, while the other floated in the middle of the bay, listing but firing doggedly up at the planes and zeppelins overhead, which were currently occupied firing into and bombing the city. Needless to say, Mirror Bay was under siege.
Blakfire Chapter 1 V2
Here's my second shot at this, after all these years. Here's to hoping I get further this time! 

Our story begins with a human and and elf having a discussion as they approach a city. What adventures await them? 
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Buh.
  • Watching: Not really sure,
  • Playing: Fallout New Vegas
  • Eating: Chinese Food
  • Drinking: SODAPALOOZA


United States
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Favourite style of art: manga, mecha musume, WWII aircraft, cybernetic weapons
Operating System: Vista (lol, sucks to be me)
MP3 player of choice: Sansa Fuze
Shell of choice: 88mm Antitank
Personal Quote: KEEP THE DISTANCE.

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