One Night at the Crucible
or
All Is Not Quiet on the Full Frontal Front
Disclaimer:
This story makes direct references to the characters, names, and plot elements of the comic titles Armorines, H.A.R.D.Corps, and Harbinger which are property of Valiant Entertainment, Inc. Various aspects of the material were modified slightly, but these changes are in no way an attempt to compete with the original interpretation.
The usage of the name Yuki ?May? Kanabe is a direct tribute to the late Miyuki Kanbe, an actress who starred in the Toei Ltd live action series Kamen Rider Hibiki in 2005-2006.
Superstar ? A former movie star, Rick Silver was recruited by Omen Enterprises to serve as a public relations representative. Celebrity recognition was paired with monetary capital to help Omen build important relations across the world until its bankruptcy in 2004. ?Live free or die hard.?
Flatline ? Sam Yoom Kim was once a cop in his native Korea, but while in Los Angeles, C.A. during the Rodney King riots of 1992, he was injured trying to protect victims of random violence and fell into a deep coma. Transported to a hospital funded by Omen Enterprises, he was revived and recruited into the Corps as a tech specialist.
Sixshot ? Christine Eastman is both the first female member of the Corps and the first member of the reserves to make the grade. The former leader of the reserve squadron, her leadership abilities and dedication to completing a mission reflect her military training. She earned the name Sixshot due to her stubborn insistence of using combat revolvers instead of the standard issue semi-automatic pistols as a choice of sidearm.
Hopper ? Yuki ?May? Kanabe is specially trained in martial arts and infiltration, Hopper is an espionage agent who is sent on solo missions in cases where subterfuge would be more prudent then shock and awe.
July 13th, 2008
Earth ? Somewhere in Texas
Prologue:
Hungry eager eyes awaited the next performance as blood pumped in anticipation of what was to come. Wanton lusts crept from the dark depths mirroring the darkness of the rest of the room. Illumination on the floor of the stage was masked and dispersed by the oozing plumes of gray that seemed to materialize out of black lacquer. Split second incandescence of multicolored light cascaded through the mist as the first thrums of the bass line came blaring into the ears of awaiting lechers and the response of hoots, cat calls, and whistles.
"Alright alright!! I hope you're having an awesome night here at The Crucible! Up next on Stage 1? let?s all make it rain for... Nightshade!"
Now playing... ISSA - "Chosen Soldier"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G58_Zl2ZbPU
Clicks of ebony black stiletto heels still managed to echo under the backbeat of the track as it rumbled the stage with the beating waves of rumbling speakers as the dancer took the stage. Out through the archway leading out to the crowd stepped the girl with a hungry look in her emerald eyes. The transparent black shift that dancer wore left nothing to the imagination of the men she entranced with her sultry strut, hips moving back and forth during wide steps that was surely meant to inflame desire and proffer tips. Clothed in shears of white cloth that qualified as a top her chest jiggled naturally with each step; her basement d?cor with an ivory thong snug into the curve of her rear free of any flaws except perhaps for the tattoo of a red rose. Outlines of her most intimate areas stretched the material tightly as she repeatedly dipped low in a roll bounce of her hips swerving widely much to the chagrin of the man she was gyrating in front of.
Beats spun on as dollars bills went flying into the air from the males hounding around the stage tending to inner fantasies of the girl who they desperately desired as she expertly moved around the entire distance of the stage, paying extra attention to those who tipped her more than a measly George Washington. Her eyes caught like metal to magnet as she saw the flicker of Ben Franklin amidst the flashing strobes. Prying off her flimsy silk husky demure oozed from her body as she stepped toward her wealthy benefactor giving him a closer inspection of her lithe form. Invisible hairs rose at the back of her neck at the sudden hot exhaling breath the man exhibited as she worked mere inches from his eyes, lips, and nose. Eagerly, he snaked the single bill under the line of her thong it being crisp enough to stay tucked loosely under the duress of her undulation. He haphazardly folded another $100, this time placing it between his lips.
Her sinful expression grew with the cherry red gloss as black painted fingernails daintily sought the straps of her top pulling it off in single tug. Stringing the garment around the gentleman?s neck she pulled him closer to her naked chest while squatting provocatively on the edge of the stage. Entrapped by her bondage, she buried his face shoving it back and forth between each breast pushing them into his lips. Unlatching the crude bind with a release of her fingertips, she continued to offer her flesh to him until she backed away taking the $100 from his mouth and leaving the withdrawal of her feminine scent. A not so subtle kiss was exchanged between dancer and customer as they mutually walked away from one another.
?WHOA! Now that?s how a lady shows her gratitude! Don't forget to give him a tour of Champagne Room babe!" echoed the DJ as his voice disturbed the rather exhibitionist display of affection.
"Nightshade" toiled on with her captivating weave of carnal flesh while other girls caroused among the excited men sitting at their booths; the girls on pilgrimage from customer to customer looking for temporary lap warming at the standard fee of $20 a song.
The 30-ish something male walked back upon three legs to the bar adorned in modern attire befitting the dress code of the establishment a rather satisfied look, he sat and regarded his dear friends Hopper, Flatline, Sixshot, and Gunther who were spectators during the whole performance.
Gunther would voice out to the man taking his seat the bar with a joking manner, ?It?s about *bleepin?* time Superstar, I?m surprised you have taken her into the VIP room so she can empty your sidearm. Now... about why I asked you all here...?
Approximately 2 songs later after Gunther?s discussion with his colleagues began? another dancer took to the stage, as other performers circled around like vultures waiting to snatch up men to take to various booths around the club. Nightshade even walked past the bar to where Superstar was sitting and reached around his waist and between his legs to briefly molest him before her heels clicked their way to the second stage on the other side of the room.
Now playing... Aerosmith - "Falling in Love"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hQhxXtfYiM
Somewhat distressed, the Korean spoke first. "You?ve got to be bleepin' me? you?re telling me all this crap is all because someone law firm sent a package to you? That's... like some badly written fiction you'd find on the Internet." *See Demonic Misconsultation... http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=10806*
"Sammy, I wouldn?t have called you away from your wife unless I was just frelling with you. If I just wanted to pull your leg, I?d send a Raven Riley Flesh Light to your mother-in-law with your name on the package."
?Shenanigans.? retorted Superstar with his famous Hollywood smile. ?I?m familiar with GeneCorp, mainly some of the female junior executives. And I was aware the Gunther Cho was controlling investor, but this is the first I?ve heard about him ever doing something like this. I mean, if he wanted to grow young why not clone a new body??
A pair of empty shot glass knocked against the bar curled in the grip of well manicured fingernails, as a pair of well dressed women in business attire looked toward the trio of men; one was of Japanese descent, the other having a more red-haired all American vibe to her.
?With a name like GeneCorp, you?d expect it to be able to at least clone a sheep not unless there?s something wrong with the old man that can?t be fixed.?
?I was thinking the same thing. Otherwise he wouldn?t have gone to the absolute trouble stamping FUBAR on my forehead. You?re the only people I?d trust in a mission like this. I?ve got to kill Cho if I want to live past June 1st 2009...?
or
All Is Not Quiet on the Full Frontal Front
Disclaimer:
This story makes direct references to the characters, names, and plot elements of the comic titles Armorines, H.A.R.D.Corps, and Harbinger which are property of Valiant Entertainment, Inc. Various aspects of the material were modified slightly, but these changes are in no way an attempt to compete with the original interpretation.
The usage of the name Yuki ?May? Kanabe is a direct tribute to the late Miyuki Kanbe, an actress who starred in the Toei Ltd live action series Kamen Rider Hibiki in 2005-2006.
Superstar ? A former movie star, Rick Silver was recruited by Omen Enterprises to serve as a public relations representative. Celebrity recognition was paired with monetary capital to help Omen build important relations across the world until its bankruptcy in 2004. ?Live free or die hard.?
Flatline ? Sam Yoom Kim was once a cop in his native Korea, but while in Los Angeles, C.A. during the Rodney King riots of 1992, he was injured trying to protect victims of random violence and fell into a deep coma. Transported to a hospital funded by Omen Enterprises, he was revived and recruited into the Corps as a tech specialist.
Sixshot ? Christine Eastman is both the first female member of the Corps and the first member of the reserves to make the grade. The former leader of the reserve squadron, her leadership abilities and dedication to completing a mission reflect her military training. She earned the name Sixshot due to her stubborn insistence of using combat revolvers instead of the standard issue semi-automatic pistols as a choice of sidearm.
Hopper ? Yuki ?May? Kanabe is specially trained in martial arts and infiltration, Hopper is an espionage agent who is sent on solo missions in cases where subterfuge would be more prudent then shock and awe.
July 13th, 2008
Earth ? Somewhere in Texas
Prologue:
Hungry eager eyes awaited the next performance as blood pumped in anticipation of what was to come. Wanton lusts crept from the dark depths mirroring the darkness of the rest of the room. Illumination on the floor of the stage was masked and dispersed by the oozing plumes of gray that seemed to materialize out of black lacquer. Split second incandescence of multicolored light cascaded through the mist as the first thrums of the bass line came blaring into the ears of awaiting lechers and the response of hoots, cat calls, and whistles.
"Alright alright!! I hope you're having an awesome night here at The Crucible! Up next on Stage 1? let?s all make it rain for... Nightshade!"
Now playing... ISSA - "Chosen Soldier"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G58_Zl2ZbPU
Clicks of ebony black stiletto heels still managed to echo under the backbeat of the track as it rumbled the stage with the beating waves of rumbling speakers as the dancer took the stage. Out through the archway leading out to the crowd stepped the girl with a hungry look in her emerald eyes. The transparent black shift that dancer wore left nothing to the imagination of the men she entranced with her sultry strut, hips moving back and forth during wide steps that was surely meant to inflame desire and proffer tips. Clothed in shears of white cloth that qualified as a top her chest jiggled naturally with each step; her basement d?cor with an ivory thong snug into the curve of her rear free of any flaws except perhaps for the tattoo of a red rose. Outlines of her most intimate areas stretched the material tightly as she repeatedly dipped low in a roll bounce of her hips swerving widely much to the chagrin of the man she was gyrating in front of.
Beats spun on as dollars bills went flying into the air from the males hounding around the stage tending to inner fantasies of the girl who they desperately desired as she expertly moved around the entire distance of the stage, paying extra attention to those who tipped her more than a measly George Washington. Her eyes caught like metal to magnet as she saw the flicker of Ben Franklin amidst the flashing strobes. Prying off her flimsy silk husky demure oozed from her body as she stepped toward her wealthy benefactor giving him a closer inspection of her lithe form. Invisible hairs rose at the back of her neck at the sudden hot exhaling breath the man exhibited as she worked mere inches from his eyes, lips, and nose. Eagerly, he snaked the single bill under the line of her thong it being crisp enough to stay tucked loosely under the duress of her undulation. He haphazardly folded another $100, this time placing it between his lips.
Her sinful expression grew with the cherry red gloss as black painted fingernails daintily sought the straps of her top pulling it off in single tug. Stringing the garment around the gentleman?s neck she pulled him closer to her naked chest while squatting provocatively on the edge of the stage. Entrapped by her bondage, she buried his face shoving it back and forth between each breast pushing them into his lips. Unlatching the crude bind with a release of her fingertips, she continued to offer her flesh to him until she backed away taking the $100 from his mouth and leaving the withdrawal of her feminine scent. A not so subtle kiss was exchanged between dancer and customer as they mutually walked away from one another.
?WHOA! Now that?s how a lady shows her gratitude! Don't forget to give him a tour of Champagne Room babe!" echoed the DJ as his voice disturbed the rather exhibitionist display of affection.
"Nightshade" toiled on with her captivating weave of carnal flesh while other girls caroused among the excited men sitting at their booths; the girls on pilgrimage from customer to customer looking for temporary lap warming at the standard fee of $20 a song.
The 30-ish something male walked back upon three legs to the bar adorned in modern attire befitting the dress code of the establishment a rather satisfied look, he sat and regarded his dear friends Hopper, Flatline, Sixshot, and Gunther who were spectators during the whole performance.
Gunther would voice out to the man taking his seat the bar with a joking manner, ?It?s about *bleepin?* time Superstar, I?m surprised you have taken her into the VIP room so she can empty your sidearm. Now... about why I asked you all here...?
Approximately 2 songs later after Gunther?s discussion with his colleagues began? another dancer took to the stage, as other performers circled around like vultures waiting to snatch up men to take to various booths around the club. Nightshade even walked past the bar to where Superstar was sitting and reached around his waist and between his legs to briefly molest him before her heels clicked their way to the second stage on the other side of the room.
Now playing... Aerosmith - "Falling in Love"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hQhxXtfYiM
Somewhat distressed, the Korean spoke first. "You?ve got to be bleepin' me? you?re telling me all this crap is all because someone law firm sent a package to you? That's... like some badly written fiction you'd find on the Internet." *See Demonic Misconsultation... http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=10806*
"Sammy, I wouldn?t have called you away from your wife unless I was just frelling with you. If I just wanted to pull your leg, I?d send a Raven Riley Flesh Light to your mother-in-law with your name on the package."
?Shenanigans.? retorted Superstar with his famous Hollywood smile. ?I?m familiar with GeneCorp, mainly some of the female junior executives. And I was aware the Gunther Cho was controlling investor, but this is the first I?ve heard about him ever doing something like this. I mean, if he wanted to grow young why not clone a new body??
A pair of empty shot glass knocked against the bar curled in the grip of well manicured fingernails, as a pair of well dressed women in business attire looked toward the trio of men; one was of Japanese descent, the other having a more red-haired all American vibe to her.
?With a name like GeneCorp, you?d expect it to be able to at least clone a sheep not unless there?s something wrong with the old man that can?t be fixed.?
?I was thinking the same thing. Otherwise he wouldn?t have gone to the absolute trouble stamping FUBAR on my forehead. You?re the only people I?d trust in a mission like this. I?ve got to kill Cho if I want to live past June 1st 2009...?