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<blockquote data-quote="mrman226" data-source="post: 219066" data-attributes="member: 656"><p>Chapter 14</p><p></p><p> I lay down on the white snow, unable to get up. It slowly grew red from my blood, spreading out like a paint splatter. Behind me were the remains of the crashed Chinook. With amazing will power, I was finally able to push myself up and prop myself against a tree. Being the turret man on the side of the helicopter or plane meant that when you crashed, you literally got crushed from the weight of what ever crashed. I managed to barely escape from the turret before impact, but still sustained massive injuries from the rotor blades and pieces of metal. Because I was pretty much M.I.A none of their supplies could help me. The main rule for lost squirrels is to stay put, but if I didn’t get attention soon, I was going to die. Using my natural ability to dig, I made my own tunnel under the fourteen inches of snow and ice, and waited until I felt footsteps above me. I slowly dug up at an incline, my paws freezing and popped out of the snow like a whack-a-mole, scaring everyone there half to death. I chattered. </p><p> “Guys…I’m bleeding…can’t stay awake much longer….” They couldn’t use any of the bandages with them in that situation, so they carried me to the Chinook as fast as possible and taped me up. In the smoking wreck of the helicopter, I saw that the chain gun had not been damaged! Once I felt better, I quickly unscrewed it with my knife; I also unscrewed the box of ammunition from the floor and showed it to the Lazulai and Narillo who had came as a search party. It was very important to bring along, something like that could take up to a month to build, which was much too long for a speedy domination of the world. After a couple hours, we finally reached the base, where the other survivors were in the hospital wing of the Narillo silo. Before the search party sent me to the medical wing, one of the hundreds of Narillo squirrels that had come from the pine tree home walked over. </p><p> “Sir, good news! When we raided the apartment, we not only found fuel for our plane, we found two 60 yard rolls of duct tape!” I gasped with shock. You’re probably thinking </p><p> “Yeah, right, big whoop. You can go get duct tape from the store for $3 whenever you want.” Well with squirrels, we are not particularly welcome in stores, even when we find a $20 bill in the street. So, getting two rolls of duct tape meant… well anything of importance. Finally, I was laid on a stretcher in the medical bay. Suddenly, Nov came up. “Hey sir, I know that you’re supposed to be resting but…” I stopped him. </p><p> “What is it?” </p><p> “Uh, your crossbow…it kinda broke when we crashed” I gasped. </p><p> “Awww, come on!” Nov held up the small bits of metal, and then left hurriedly. </p><p></p><p>___________________________________________________________________</p><p></p><p>I was in the weapons room when a Rising Sun soldier, who I remembered was named Rusvul. I bent back down over the sniper rifle I was working on and ignored him, for the moment. </p><p> “Uh, sir, what are you doing?” I looked up. </p><p> “Making a machine-gun sniper rifle.” I took a long magazine (bullet holder) and fixed it up a little bit, and then jammed it into the magazine holder. It fit perfectly. I leapt up into the air with joy and picked it up. </p><p> “Finally! After two hours of working on this, I am done!” Rusvul looked at it and then looked at me quizzically. “How can it be a sniper rifle if it doesn’t have a scope?” I pressed a button. </p><p> “Like this!” and the scope rose out of the gun. I decided to take the regular squad with me on an invasion trip, since it was the day after the day I was rescued from the crash zone. Much to my annoyance however, only Max and Aki had recovered from the crash, and it turned out that while the rest of the squad were escorting the Narillo and training them, most of them got wounded. Soooo, I would have to pick out some Lazulai too. When I finally figured out whom I was going to take, it was Max, Aki, some squirrel named Jang (He was the one who had patched up Max) and another Lazulai named Rakkety. (Most squirrels just called him Rakk). While we were on the plane, I realized that Max and Jang were, unfortunately, extremely in love. Great, just what I needed. </p><p></p><p>Chapter 15</p><p></p><p> Mark was a very ordinary human. He went to work everyday, relaxed in his apartment, and did a whole bunch of other stuff humans did. He also had a very annoying squirrel problem. It seemed like moving to Alaska was the best way to rid himself of squirrels altogether, but it now was obvious that they were here too, and were actually pretty smart and tactical. He almost felt sad when he dropped that squirrel off the ledge to his obvious doom, but he thought he was doing them all a favor by thinning the squirrel herd/clan etc. He wasn’t quite sure why there was a guinea pig with the second (or the first coming back) group of squirrels. First of all, there really shouldn’t be any squirrels or guinea pigs in Alaska; there is no freaking way any of them could survive by themselves, especially during the winter. But somehow, there they were, invading his house, almost killing his cat, and taking the RC Chinook that he bought for his cousins brothers wife’s sisters youngest son, then jumping out the window, and surely falling to their deaths. Then back on the rooftop, there was an owl that flew at him, and knocked the squirrel out of his hand, sending it flying over the edge, and when he looked back at the rooftop, there was a whole army of squirrels looking at him in horror. It seemed that just by getting a squirrel knocked out of his hand by some crazed owl (who he was assuming was on their side) and having it fall off the building just made him thousands of more rodent and bird enemies. Suddenly, he saw a dark movement in the corner of his apartment. With an angered yell, he grabbed a baseball bat and started to whack away at the thing. It was a squirrel, but it was uninjured (Mark had amazingly bad aim). The squirrel darted away, and a small squad of squirrels soon surrounded Mark. They all started chattering, and then one pulled out a piece of paper. It said </p><p> “Hello mark. We have been watching you. You may not know it, but we squirrels are geniuses. We know how you feel, about your annoying bosses. Would you like to get back at them?” Dumbfounded, Mark nodded yes. The squirrel smiled and flipped the paper. It read, </p><p></p><p> “I thought you would say yes. You have to listen to me though. We want revenge on the humans too. They send dogs and kill hundreds of our squirrel clans each month, and they seem to have all the power. We chose you because you are also the underdog in this situation. You have powers that we can never have. Why? Because you are a human, not a squirrel, or even an owl, or even a guinea pig! You can blend in with the environment so much better then we can. Just follow our orders…”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mrman226, post: 219066, member: 656"] Chapter 14 I lay down on the white snow, unable to get up. It slowly grew red from my blood, spreading out like a paint splatter. Behind me were the remains of the crashed Chinook. With amazing will power, I was finally able to push myself up and prop myself against a tree. Being the turret man on the side of the helicopter or plane meant that when you crashed, you literally got crushed from the weight of what ever crashed. I managed to barely escape from the turret before impact, but still sustained massive injuries from the rotor blades and pieces of metal. Because I was pretty much M.I.A none of their supplies could help me. The main rule for lost squirrels is to stay put, but if I didn’t get attention soon, I was going to die. Using my natural ability to dig, I made my own tunnel under the fourteen inches of snow and ice, and waited until I felt footsteps above me. I slowly dug up at an incline, my paws freezing and popped out of the snow like a whack-a-mole, scaring everyone there half to death. I chattered. “Guys…I’m bleeding…can’t stay awake much longer….” They couldn’t use any of the bandages with them in that situation, so they carried me to the Chinook as fast as possible and taped me up. In the smoking wreck of the helicopter, I saw that the chain gun had not been damaged! Once I felt better, I quickly unscrewed it with my knife; I also unscrewed the box of ammunition from the floor and showed it to the Lazulai and Narillo who had came as a search party. It was very important to bring along, something like that could take up to a month to build, which was much too long for a speedy domination of the world. After a couple hours, we finally reached the base, where the other survivors were in the hospital wing of the Narillo silo. Before the search party sent me to the medical wing, one of the hundreds of Narillo squirrels that had come from the pine tree home walked over. “Sir, good news! When we raided the apartment, we not only found fuel for our plane, we found two 60 yard rolls of duct tape!” I gasped with shock. You’re probably thinking “Yeah, right, big whoop. You can go get duct tape from the store for $3 whenever you want.” Well with squirrels, we are not particularly welcome in stores, even when we find a $20 bill in the street. So, getting two rolls of duct tape meant… well anything of importance. Finally, I was laid on a stretcher in the medical bay. Suddenly, Nov came up. “Hey sir, I know that you’re supposed to be resting but…” I stopped him. “What is it?” “Uh, your crossbow…it kinda broke when we crashed” I gasped. “Awww, come on!” Nov held up the small bits of metal, and then left hurriedly. ___________________________________________________________________ I was in the weapons room when a Rising Sun soldier, who I remembered was named Rusvul. I bent back down over the sniper rifle I was working on and ignored him, for the moment. “Uh, sir, what are you doing?” I looked up. “Making a machine-gun sniper rifle.” I took a long magazine (bullet holder) and fixed it up a little bit, and then jammed it into the magazine holder. It fit perfectly. I leapt up into the air with joy and picked it up. “Finally! After two hours of working on this, I am done!” Rusvul looked at it and then looked at me quizzically. “How can it be a sniper rifle if it doesn’t have a scope?” I pressed a button. “Like this!” and the scope rose out of the gun. I decided to take the regular squad with me on an invasion trip, since it was the day after the day I was rescued from the crash zone. Much to my annoyance however, only Max and Aki had recovered from the crash, and it turned out that while the rest of the squad were escorting the Narillo and training them, most of them got wounded. Soooo, I would have to pick out some Lazulai too. When I finally figured out whom I was going to take, it was Max, Aki, some squirrel named Jang (He was the one who had patched up Max) and another Lazulai named Rakkety. (Most squirrels just called him Rakk). While we were on the plane, I realized that Max and Jang were, unfortunately, extremely in love. Great, just what I needed. Chapter 15 Mark was a very ordinary human. He went to work everyday, relaxed in his apartment, and did a whole bunch of other stuff humans did. He also had a very annoying squirrel problem. It seemed like moving to Alaska was the best way to rid himself of squirrels altogether, but it now was obvious that they were here too, and were actually pretty smart and tactical. He almost felt sad when he dropped that squirrel off the ledge to his obvious doom, but he thought he was doing them all a favor by thinning the squirrel herd/clan etc. He wasn’t quite sure why there was a guinea pig with the second (or the first coming back) group of squirrels. First of all, there really shouldn’t be any squirrels or guinea pigs in Alaska; there is no freaking way any of them could survive by themselves, especially during the winter. But somehow, there they were, invading his house, almost killing his cat, and taking the RC Chinook that he bought for his cousins brothers wife’s sisters youngest son, then jumping out the window, and surely falling to their deaths. Then back on the rooftop, there was an owl that flew at him, and knocked the squirrel out of his hand, sending it flying over the edge, and when he looked back at the rooftop, there was a whole army of squirrels looking at him in horror. It seemed that just by getting a squirrel knocked out of his hand by some crazed owl (who he was assuming was on their side) and having it fall off the building just made him thousands of more rodent and bird enemies. Suddenly, he saw a dark movement in the corner of his apartment. With an angered yell, he grabbed a baseball bat and started to whack away at the thing. It was a squirrel, but it was uninjured (Mark had amazingly bad aim). The squirrel darted away, and a small squad of squirrels soon surrounded Mark. They all started chattering, and then one pulled out a piece of paper. It said “Hello mark. We have been watching you. You may not know it, but we squirrels are geniuses. We know how you feel, about your annoying bosses. Would you like to get back at them?” Dumbfounded, Mark nodded yes. The squirrel smiled and flipped the paper. It read, “I thought you would say yes. You have to listen to me though. We want revenge on the humans too. They send dogs and kill hundreds of our squirrel clans each month, and they seem to have all the power. We chose you because you are also the underdog in this situation. You have powers that we can never have. Why? Because you are a human, not a squirrel, or even an owl, or even a guinea pig! You can blend in with the environment so much better then we can. Just follow our orders…” [/QUOTE]
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