chapter done guys. u v u

last post on pg 26

Ahh I missed this story so much <3 awesome chapter Siiri

What's going to happen to Raw and Ama. I needs to knowww ;;

but yes beautiful chapter<3

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::Chapter 8 “Done in iron”

Amazing
I love it

::Chapter 9 “Nostalgia”

It was as if time froze in the old base of operations. When Dakota sprinted out of the tunnel, the weather was wonderful. Late May, she believed. Hiding in the shadows of trees and other greens Dakota reached campsite. Walking up to the bar wired gates, she waved at Siiri sitting in one of the towers. klick klick, beeeeep. The gate drove to the side with a little rattle. The sniper girl tumbled down the tower's stairs to Dakota.
"Where's Raw and Ama?"
"They're keeping watch in the old base."
"Is the coast clear? Why didn't you use the mic?"
"There appears to be poor reception down there."
"Yeah yeah, go tell B-7." With that, Dakota moved on to the main building and control room and Siiri back to her post.

"It's clear huh...That's good." Mitsuki's pencil tapped on the table.
Tap tap tap.
"Should we start moving instantly?" Lyra spoke up.
Tap tap tap.
"Yes." Mitsuki stood up, the chair shooting back violently. "Weapons and supplies. We don't need anything else."
"What about the helicopters?" Lyra questioned. They wouldn't be able to get anywhere without helicopters, right?!
"Will be taken care of." Dakota backed away from the room and walked over to her tent to start packing,
Raw's voice was buzzy, but they could hear her. So far it's been dead quiet and no enemy in sight. Supposedly it was good, but at the same time a bit eerie. Why was the base left in such a hurry? The reason isn't known, but mice speculate on and on. Soon the transporting was in full swing. Ama and Raw with the help of other engineers figured out a way to get everything they needed to the base. Even if it on first sign was bad, the technology was top-notch. Somehow they managed to bring electricity back to this place. Mitsuki doubted they would be able to do that, but it happened. Now lights were lit and everything powered by electricity was...supposedly working. This base had been abandoned since the city was bombed. Why, though? It was still in good shape back then.

"Left, left, okay go!" A worker waved with his arms, signalling the others to bring in one of the helicopters. Everything went quite smooth and by the end of the day half of the things were transported from the campsite. Nobody gets any rest though. Only 30 minute breaks and then you go to work again. The database had been saved unharmed. Miracle? Perhaps. Not really. This place is inaccessible through anything but the sewers and the tunnel, which was now going to be blocked. The old operations base slowly started gaining a cozier atmosphere, as it became more and more filled with things. Now it was only to pack up. Another tiring thing, but now the campsite was empty. Database copied and deleted from the control room. Invaders may hack it, but it'll be blank as a canvas. Mitsuki was absentmindedly tapping his pencil on the table again. This isn't going to be pretty, he thought. We'll drive the invaders out whatever the cost may be! It's been five years! Unacceptable! Were Freedom Fighters really that badly equipped or were their skills rusty? There's no time to think of it. There's still work to do.

The next day was just as sunny as the last one. May, oh May. Summer is soon here. How would it affect them, or the invaders? 'Onestly they seemed so prudish that they'd never go out on a mission in this heat, unless that crazy German aviator woman wouldn't force them. Was there a bigger organisation behind this? It was just to carry on and find out. Mitsuki swore to drive them out and vanquish the tribe forever, might it cost his or his comrades' lives. Is this what they call heroism? Courage? Mitsuki was still absentmindedly tapping his pen on the table, until Siiri set down a cup of coffee in front of his face.
"You look tired." She said and proceeded to walk towards Raw and Dakota sitting on the couch. Mitsuki's only response was a little nod when he picked up the cup. Maybe this wasn't such a bad decision after all? Again, you'll never know until you find out, and how you find out is up to every individual to decide. Fluty peered at the clock. 20:24. 8:24 pm and it's still bright day outside. She guessed that's how it is in Scandinavia in summer. Nobody minded though. This was an underground base and housed barely any windows. Nobody complained, though. After a cleanup this place would look very neat. Right now, it's a labyrinth of boxes stacked on each other. Downstairs, at least. Fluty had to admit, she missed the open sky. Haru did too. Bah, things had to be done and done urgently if they wanted to get rid of the invaders. City life was as usual, but much more restricted. Heartlessness, don't you think? Haru thought so, remembering he thug gang her and Yüce had stumbled upon as children. How could mice be so cruel to their fellow kind? Maybe Mother Nature made it this way.

Mitsuki set the cup back on the table. It was empty. Everything seemed to be peaceful and in order, which he liked. The girls in the couch were chatting away, and Lyra was busy coding a new protection system for the database if it was to be hacked. Then there was him, the huge bad luckster yet the leader of this group, dozing off into far away lands. What's gotten into him? Nah, it's not important, he thought.

In the afternoon, everybody was busy packing up and filling up the storages and whatnot. Everything from guns to cannons, grenades to bombs. Despite the Freedom Fighters being low on any resources classified as food, their arsenal was endless. Yet…there wasn’t use for it. What a waste! The main team, that being Siiri, Dakota, Raw, Ama, and Flutty were all put in one room. The more passive side, that being Lyra, Haru and Mitsuki (Mitsuki was obviously passive. He couldn’t even handle a gun.) were all put in a different room. To Siiri, this base was very nostalgic. She remembered how her father, Rune, used to tell her about his adventures. His colleague Thomas did too. But they’re all dead. There isn’t one of the Freedom Fighters who doesn’t have a depressing story. Sigh, life is cruel. Cruel indeed.

bit of a short chapter but this'll do. right? right???

amazinggg and that's longer than yer usual chapters lol

this name reminds me of that linkin park song named new divide lol

lol i wanna join this fanfic

Name:DiannaAge:26Gender:FemalePersonality:Brave,insane,helpful,mysterious,kind,fastBio:She is very insane with enemies but kind with friends.She always fights if she needs toExtra:Her powers are flying,running like shadows,and has a bad effort with certain enemies,She wears a long sleeved jacket(with hoodie),a blact t-shirt,jeans,and she has rubber shoes

Queenlordess a dit :

Name:Dianna
Age:26
Gender:Female
Personality:Brave,insane,helpful,mysterious,kind,fast
Bio:She is very insane with enemies but kind with friends.She always fights if she needs to
Extra:Her powers are flying,running like shadows,and has a bad effort with certain enemies,She wears a long sleeved jacket(with hoodie),a blact t-shirt,jeans,and she has rubber shoes

Sirusthemice currently is not accepting characters into her story.

I'm glad you wrote more :D

And wow things definitely aren't about to get pretty, I wonder what you're gonna make happen next

screaming
I cant breathe
I love this so much

::Chapter 11 "Demons"


"Destroy the cit--" Static.
"Or else you will die!!" Call end.


Morticia. The absolute last person Calix wanted to talk to. The absolute last person he'd like to meet, especially in these dire times. And she was coming to their base to inspect. Calix knew he couldn't lock himself up, and he wouldn't. Morticia was from the higher forces of their tribe, thriving in the city of Nordholm. Boy, how much Calix hated her. But that's a different story.
Knock knock. Cooper stood up, his shoes clanking against the cement as he walked towards the door. Unlocking it's multiple locks, the door swung up. Cooper's feathers on his hat twitched from the wind gust, and there she was. Morticia. Ebony hair down to her waist, blood-red bow stuck to it. Orange, brown and black fur accompanied by emerald eyes. Stepping over the porch, Cooper closed the door after her.
"Welcome." He got no response, and she continued on right up to Zenzi. Calix sat in the corner of the room with Shadow, beads of sweat forming on his forehead with his mask shielding it. Shadow eyed Morticia, noting she possessed a far more evil and intimidating aura than any of them. Knowing she is of a higher position, he had to lay down the attitude.
"Aviator," Morticia said with a sense of spite in her voice. Both pairs of green eyes met, Zenzi narrowing hers. "What's the cause of this disorder!?" The aviator couldn't care less about Morticia being from a higher position.
"Vhat's the cause?" Zenzi closed her fan, and slammed it against the desk. "Disobedience!! The opposition!! I'd razher kill zhem zhan having zhem alive!" Zenzi didn't care about shouting. The mouse who's hair was ebony stepped back a bit.
Calix couldn't believe this. This was the last thing he wanted Zenzi to do. Shout at Morticia is a big mistake. Her shouting at you, fine with her. Vice verse? Goodness no!!
"Well then..." Morticia made a little pause. "We've decided it's up to you if you want them alive or dead. The city has to be reduced to ashes!!!" With those words, she stormed off, pushed the door open and slammed it closed. Calix shot up from his place.
"Critter, this is absolute madness!! You..." his voice trailed off. "Nevermind." Calix sat back down and propped up his head with his hand. 'Gosh, what's going to become of this...' he thought.

Siiri almost got a heart attack when an iron door opened right around the corner and a black-haired mouse stepped out of it, seemingly dissapointed. She gave Dakota and Flutty the sign to back away and pulled down her microphone.
"Raw, Ama," she whispered, her blue eyes not letting the mouse that stepped out of the building from sight. "God damnded get over here! We might've found an another one of the invader's bases!" Giving them the coordinates and their location, Siiri signaled for Flutty to pull out her bow. It was a silent weapon, which was good. The pink haired mouse girl's eyes impaled the black haired one with her sight as she got the arrows ready.
Raw and Ama snuck around the corner and Raw tapped Siiri's shoulder. Flinching, the white mouse glared at Raw and told them to step back.
"4-1 reporting," Siiri grinned. "Enemy spotted, enemy base found."
"Engage." The bow's string twitched.
Flutty's arrow, adorned with white and blue feathers set off through the air. Swish! Morticia turned around, getting hit in the shoulder. All mice shot up from the crouching positions, some, including Ama, dashed around the corner and the heavy infantry girl kicked in the door. Dakota shot an another round into Morticia's elbow, which made for a gruesome splash of blood and a devilish cry. The higher ranks invader was too astounded to draw her gun, so she ran. Ran, away from this place.
As the five Freedom Fighters entered the building they cried out;
"In freedom's name, paint it red!!!"

Dakota threw an another one of her infamous explosives, a smoke bomb. Shots fired. Screams, smoke and coughing filled the air along with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Ama mercilessly planted hundreds of shots into the invader soldiers with her mini-gun. Dakota's duel guns were violently fired at everything and everybody around her, resulting in a frenzy of twisting and turning. Siiri left her sniper rifles at the base, and instead brought along a good ol' AK-47. Flutty and Ama stayed behind, finishing off anyone who wasn't killed by the intense gunfire. Soon, the room was painted red with blood, and even guts.

Axel's ears twitched at the sound of gun shots. Zenzi had already noticed this and came storming out of the control room with Calix and Shadow, all holding guns and rifles. Axel and Cooper silently readied their unholy spells, Kaine pulled out his syringes (which would probably drive everybody nuts). Hermes kept himself to a shotgun to not burn down the whole place.
The door was once again kicked in by the heavy infantrier. The invaders' eyes widened at the sight of smoke and blood behind their opponents.
"My my, has someone come unglued?" Kaine jested and giggled at his own comment. Siiri wiped the blood splat off of her cheek with the back of her glove, her white shirt with rolled up sleeves was stained down with blood. Well, everybody has bloodstains on them. Calix shivered at the thought of blood and the memories he had.
"To the death," Siiri said, pointing her AK-47 at Zenzi.
"To zhe death."

In times like these, you have to listen to your inner demons.
In times like these, you can incorporate your hatred and spite into bullets.

Actions speak louder than words.

GUN SHOTS.
SMOKE.
BLOOD.
SCREAMS.
GUTS.

LET'S DO THIS.

its getting serious baboop

am i the only one who was all like "fack yes" when flutty shot morticia?

i cant even comprhend how much i lvoe this
see i cant even type omg

suddenly wondering if flutty enjoys shooting people..

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suddenly wondering if flutty enjoys shooting people..

of course she does

i drew a fanarts


yay horrible handwriting