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[Alrighteh, since I'm in a story mood, and I'm working on my second Joy Division fan fiction, I figure I should put this story (the second fan fic) here, so if anyone's curious about the story, you can read all about it.
The story revolves around a former roleplay character I used to have, along with her band of merry [wo]men, the ΑΓΓΕΛΟΣ [ANGELOS] Squadron, part of an intergalactic division of the British Army. And, in particular, this story is the first new something with my roleplay character in over two years. (Yes it's been that[/] long, and yes I used to roleplay in an online chat long ago...)
Hopefully this prelude gives this story a proper introduction. Enjoy...]
~ Team FAC/ ΑΓΓΕΛΟΣ --Misadventure #001 [Chaos Abound] ~
[The Prelude ~ When Routine Bites Hard.]
~ 'Now girls, we can't risk losing you four to those bastard pirates, you know this.'
'I know, Mr. Wilson, but still!'
'Still nothing. Reesa, you being the youngest, you could've been killed!'
The General of Team FAC [or, the British Intergalactic Brigade], Tony Wilson, sighed in grief looking at the four young women who comprised the ANGELOS Squadron of the Team--Lieutenant Rebecca-Michelle 'Remy/Rems' Thompson, Second Lieutenant Soraiyan 'Sora' Anderson, and Junior Officers Josephine 'Joseph' Howe and Marissa 'Ressa' Andrews. The Squadron had just returned from a little space scuffle against a band of space pirates from the planet Saturn, and were glad enough to make it out alive. Tony meanwhile worried himself loopy about it.
His particular main concern dwelled in a particular surprise attack, in a sense of divide-and-conquer, which the girls called Decoy Dodgeball: Reesa would pose as a decoy to distract the pirates, while the pirates are unaware that the 3 girls were preparing to surround and attack. Rems would hide behind Reesa, with their space planes' guns locked and loaded. At one side silent would be Sora, with Joseph rounding out the other side. Once the pirates would try to fire at Reesa, she'd dodge the bullets and fly through the pirate cluster of planes, causing the pirates, unaware, to fire onto each other. The girls would then surround the pirates after Reesa arrived at the other side of the firing safely, and then it would become either capture or destroy for the girls, as to whether or not the pirates would surrender or put up a fight--if they weren't destroyed yet--and it was always a signature finishing technique for the ANGELOS Squadron.
'Mr. Wilson,' Reesa spoke again, 'you never said a negative thing about this move, and we've been at it for about 5 years now!! What gives!?'
Tony sighed a bit. 'I guess I just don't want to lose my best Squadron to these pirates. You know how important you girls are to the Team.'
Rems finally glanced at Tony. 'No worries, Tony. I'm always worried for Reesa, but she has the smallest and swiftest of our space planes, let alone in the entire fleet. She's not quite one to lock, load and fire, remember?'
'And if she can't attack, what else can she do? She's volunteered, every time, for the Decoy Dodgeball' added Sora.
'Like I said' Tony replied, 'I just don't want to lose my best Squadron. Plus, you girls are going to get some extra help. The Empress back in London has agreed to send out five more planes to your Squadron. I will be one of the new pilots... I just hope my memory of how to pilot one of those blasted things doesn't fail me. And if it does, Joseph, you can retrain me I hope!'
'You got it, Sir!' came the reply from the Battle Strategist of the Squadron.
'Rems' Tony said, then looking to the Squadron leader, 'you and the girls should get ready for the four new pilots who'll be arriving in less than a week. Make preparations to see that the men will be alright and comfortable around you crazy lot.'
The Second Lieutenant interrupted Tony, blinking. 'W-wait up. We're gonna have MEN in the Squadron!?'
Tony nodded. 'Yep. You'll like this lot. You'll see.' He then exited the Meeting Room in the Squadron HQ, leaving the girls to debate among themselves in confusion about the four new men joining the Squadron besides him. With a sigh he entered an elevator and was transported to another room, this time lit with candles, and in the room were four glass caskets, three of them with a coffin inside it, and the fourth one with an urn inside.
On each casket was a name, with the date of birth and a date of death, set in a humble copper plaque which was bolted on the glass. The urn had a small, faded color photo beside it, framed. On the photo was Ian Curtis, the late lead singer for Joy Division. Tony walked around the room, glancing to the urn first, then to the three that followed. The first casket he stopped at had a bass in front of the coffin.
'Peter' Tony said quietly, touching the glass casket, eyes to the bass. 'Have patience, the bass noise will be alive again.' With that he went to the second casket, on the coffin a guitar. Tony smiled.
'Bernard' he said, 'in a few days, your sleep will be ended. And all will fall into place again.' With that he went to the last casket, the coffin adorned with a pair of drumsticks.
'Stephen' he said, 'I'm doubting there'll be a tank for you to drive, but you will tackle a new danger, worse than mice.' With that he went to the casket with the urn and picture.
'And you, Ian,' he said, 'you will be young Remy's equivalent for these young men.'
With that he wiped a tear from his eye and exited the Unknown Cemetary, leaving Joy Division to their rest for a few days more. ~
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