ok ok ok.
Chapter is going to be incredibly long. I'm in the process of making introductory paragraphs dedicated to each one. Though, I kind of couldn't find where in Plasmoid's thread Coda's stats were.
But other wise. All of you are in the process of being incorporated into it.
Achronos...do you want it Red ODST?
Never mind. I got his info. So...without further a due....
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Chapter II: The Journey Begins
Having Revan officially declaring war on Barney, it seems that it peaked an interest to all other haters across the globe. Thousands to millions of people hated Barney and wished to cleanse the planet of his filth. Revan was their opportunity that they were waiting for to strike at the one thing they truly despised...second to that the Teletubbies.
The dawn of the next day, Revan awoke to a chirping sound at his computer.Someone was sending him a message. It was from one of his best friends, apparently and the name had been censored. The message read, "Revan, my friend. Meet me at these coordinates at this time, on this day." The coordinates happened to be pin-pointed to a dark alleyway in the downtown of the city that Revan resides in. He was suppose to confront him on the coming Saturday at 9:30 PM...which actually happened to be tomorrow. Revan thought to himself about it. What could it be about? Is it a trap? Revan was utterly confused. He would have to be cautious if he had went.
Saturday finally came. Revan jumped up and got ready for his little trip to the location downtown. 9:00 PM rolled around fast...seemingly with only a few blinks to Revan. Time really does fly, doesn't it? Revan arrived a couple of minutes early to the scene. Revan looked at his watch and proceeded to look around for the figure with such enigma.
"Glad of you to make it....Revan."
"What?! Who?! Who are you? Where are you?"
The figure slowly creped out of the darkness and grabbed Revan's shoulder. Revan, with a spontaneous reaction, spun around and slapped the figure across the face.
"Wha...what the HELL MAN?! What the hell was that for?!", screamed the male figure.
"Crap...sorry..."
"No problem...", said he as he rubbed the palm of his hand over the place on his face in which Revan's hand had slapped him, "Anyways... I am sure you are wondering why I called you here?"
"First I want to know who you are and then, yes, as a matter of fact I do want to know that..."
"As you know... millions across the globe are speaking out against to Barney, as a reaction to you declaring war on him yesterday morning."
"Yes..go on...?"
"I myself have also grown interested in this matter. I too wish to rid the world of such filth, and this is why I am calling for you. I need your help and I wish for you and I to form an allied coalition to stop this threat from spreading farther than it has."
"I see....but you still didn't tell me who you were..."
"Oh yes... I apologize for not introducing myself before."
The figure's face is then lit. It was Ajax, one of Revan's closest friends known on the World Wide Web. His apparel happened to be a bright, orange HEV suit from Half Life and his resemblance to Gordon Freeman was so similar, if not close to looking like Freeman, he was in-fact Gordon Freeman. Ajax was wielding a crowbar in his right hand and had a SPAS-12 Auto-shotgun slung across his back.
"Ajax! Oh, I was so looking forward to meeting you for so long!"
"Keep silent... we don't want to be compromised do we?"
"Oh, of course. My bad."
"Revan. You must come with me. I've a place we can go to so we can hide from the purple menace and his henchmen."
"Uhh....henchmen?"
"The Teletubbies have allied with him after you had declared war on him, to form the Purple Nation. The Teletubbies are branched off from Barney's main group, and are known as the Quad-colored Bastards."
"Haha...Quad-colored Bastards....priceless."
"Indeed....", said Ajax as he busted out in laughter, "Hello Kitty is also joining their cause in a group called 'The Black Paw'. They're more of a stealth group though. These cats were trained to kill silently and swiftly, like the human counter-part Ninjas we all know. They are more used as bodyguards to Barney himself as far as I've looked into the subject..."
"Where do you get all this information? Not that I am implying that you are lying to me or anything..."
"I have my ways.... same reason on how I managed to obtain this HEV suit."
"Ah, I see. Well... I hope we don't run into those Ninja Cats anytime soon..."
"Same here...", reassured Ajax, "We need to leave the area. Police officers would want to know why we're out here."
"Copy that, friend."
The two friends receded into the darkness and then made their way to the location that Ajax has solely provided Revan with. The path for Revan's journey had begun. World War III had officially been dubbed as the name of the war between the free-people's of the world and the Fascist-driven Purple Nation.
Looking across the globe, soon to gather with us, are a few noted key-people that would help with the war effort. One of these people being, Adjuntant_Reflex, clad in Mjolnir MK VI armor, embedded with a wrist flame-thrower, two wrist assassin blades, and a jetpack. This one is regularly a loner and authority always tends to be flung out the window in his case. With a sour, sarcastic attitude, not much people converse with him. This man is deadly. Sheethed is a katana made out of the most top-quality steel ever made. Durable, sharp, and deadly...three things that make Adjuntant_Reflex more of a deadlier being than he is made out to be. The smart move would be to stay out of his way, unless you want your head discarded from your body. Also assists him is a plasma grenade launcher and a battle-rifle. He would only resort to his katana if he had no other choice...then again, he's been known to use a mix of all three of his weapons at once. Looks pretty bad Diet Dr. Pepper, I might say.
Another fine soul devoted to wiping the world's Diet Dr. Pepper (if it had one) with Barney, is a man named, ARC_Commander, at a height at 5 foot 7 with shaggy dark brown hair, pale skin that would perhaps resemble a skeletal appearance. Otherwise, he looks like the average human. Unlike Adjuntant_Reflex from earlier's preview, ARC_Commander is an extremely calm in a laid-back manner. Occasionally, he would make quick-witted sarcastic comments, but for the most part he is extremely mute and always thinks to himself. Like Adjuntant_Reflex, he also wears Mjolnir armor with an olive drab tint on it.Combat wise, his expertise of weapons is extemely useful as his load-out is very top quality merchandise. He wields a HK-417 with an under slung grenade launcher, an MP-7, and two Mark 23 pistols. When you cross paths with this man in combat, it's not uncommon that he has a bullet with your name on it...usually it's already through your head, so... yeah.
We come to another fine fellow whose hatred for that purple Diet Dr. Pepper sky-rockets off the scale. His name, Xavious... everyone calls him Xav for short though. Estimated 5 feet and 11 inches high with long hair, brown like chocolate ice-cream, shadows his eyes and is shown to be around shoulder-length in back. His apparel was casual, normally donning a black Vans t-shirt and jeans. His attitude, in a ways, resembles Revan in a way. Generally mute, but pops out some comical stuff at random intervals at a time.
Oh? And here we find another person on the dossier. MandeRek... or M'Rek for short. He is usually found wearing particularly Galactic Marine armor with its famous maroon coloration scheme, minus the helmet that was standard issue to the armor's kit. His face can be seen, which, at the risk of sounding weird, has a 'yeah, that's right, I'm sexy' likeness to his face and his hair was as spiky, or more spiky than a flail from the medieval ages. He also apparently inherited a force power.... force speed to be precise, which gave him a great advantage in combat. He wielded a light saber staff and had holstered, two DC-17 Hand Repeating Blaster Pistols. This man can kick your Diet Dr. Pepper so fast you wouldn't realize you're dead until a few minutes later. Generally, when he isn't too relaxed for words, he can become volatile when he is serious, which is 99% of the time borderline aggressive.
Not much has to be said about the next person. He only goes by the name Achronos-117. Nothing more, nothing less. Needless to say, he is usually crammed tight, yet comfortably crammed in his red tinted ODST armor, with an attitude like that of a drill sergeant, but acts like Delta 07 from Star Wars: Republic Commando in pretty much all combat situations. His armament can remind us all of John Rambo. Sheesh.... a MA5C assault rifle, an H3 BR, M6G, a standard issue combat knife, grenades, and when he runs out of ammo he butts enemies with the stock of his weapons or just stabs them, if anything else. This guy is a fricken armory on legs. When someone faces him, they've only got a matter of seconds to bend over and kiss their Diet Dr. Pepper goodbye, for it won't be there after that. You've pretty much dug your own grave when you get on the wrong side of this being. Enough said, really.
Last, and certainly not least, comes along Lieutenantcoda. This man is crazy... normally happy...but woah man...just ... WOAH! He always loves to joke around and he submits to laughing very easily. He adores throwing his grenades, in such a rapid secession, that rivals that of an assault rifle or a sub-machine gun. He would also toss single grenades at individuals and usually does not hesitates to leave mines in vehicle paths, or even be crazy enough to attempt to drop it on them trying to avoid blowing himself up in the process. At time from time he cycles between madly and evil laughs, which just proves more of how crazy the man is. We'll just classify him as the explosives expert, and leave it be. Crazy foo'....
As we can see here, the dossier is shown full of extremely talented people with limitless potential for helping bring down the purple menace, whose name is Barney. That being said, the more help that his given, the faster the evil is extinguished from the Earth. Taking a peak back at Revan and Ajax's situation, they seemed to have made it to the safe house to talk about plans for fighting the Purple Nation and their Fascist views. While their conversation ensues within the small, wooden cabin in some woods that are now disclosed even to current readers, something lurks in the bushes outside...waiting for them to disperse out into the cold, damp night. Revan hears a twig break outside.
"What the hell was that?"
"Probably a deer or something..."
"No, Ajax. It was something else.... I have a bad feeling about th..."
"Man, that phrase is getting way overused these days.... and I thought Star Wars was bad enough about saying that constantly..."
"...but seriously, Ajax, I don't feel right! Something is wrong out there and I feel uneasy."
"Revan, we should just go to sleep now. We need to move out tomorrow morning. Make no stay longer than they need to be. Don't worry about it. I am sure it's nothing."
"But..."
Ajax had gone to sleep. All was silent. Revan was a tad jittery. He's usually not scared, but for some reason this has him on edge. He sees a red glow in the brushes outside the window, and quickly turns on the electric lamp next to him (apparently there was electricity going throughout the cabin...awesome, eh?) and leaves it dark enough so Ajax can sleep, and just light enough so Revan can feel a slight bit better about the situation going on outside, apparently. Revan then falls to sleep. He would need a lot of rest....for at dawn, Revan and Ajax sets out to find a viable command center for operations against Barney and his terrifyingly, disturbing regime of misfits.
I love the beginning! That's hilarious!
All hail RevanSithLord!