by Big Brother » Wed Jul 31, 2013 7:57 pm
The current occupiers of the hill gaze in wonder as a cloud of mist appears on all horizons, deadening the sun to a red glow.
"Can it be?" says one man setting up a cannon given to him by Ronnie, "It must be!!!"
He yells over to his companions and points at the sky, behold, the flying tanks have returned from the great beyond. What is that? An insignia on their wings reveal that it is the newly appointed Somalian Marquess, Hannibal Smith's flag of Somalia. As the men gape in wonder at the tanks, they do not notice that a whining has pervaded the air. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large explosion racks the hill, rendering anyone on it, also the structures peaking the hill, and as well as those within 10 miles of it) dead or destroyed from either the explosion itself, or the massive shock wave that engulfed the land nearby. An after image burns in the sky, the shape of an eye burns into the minds of those outside of 10 miles to all in Avonmora. The Flying tanks approach the hill, all the while blasting incendiary rounds into the sides and top of the hill. Anyone lucky enough to survive the fire was slaughtered as an elite force known as the A-team pours out from the tanks' personnel bays. One man walks out of a tank, and walks up the hill with a large magnum, in hand and plants a large flag into the top the hill bearing the insignia of the pirate nation, Somalia. The men, having finished their work yell loudly, for all to hear,
"Long live Somalia, and our majestic line of kings!!"
"Long live Hannibal Smith!!!"
"Long live our un-dead messiah!"
The men proceed to build an impenetrable line of defenses around the flag, they construct a force-field generator to protect them from all sides, as well as from the subterranean assaults that may come. Content once the fortifications were complete, they remained alert to any, and all, disturbances found by all forms of detection. They were ready...
The dead may not tell tales, but they certainly have one.
Chairman of The Vault