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A rebel prince of mutants |
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 Michael John Meyers was a man who considered himself less important than the role that he played. He was a leader of a group, considered terrorists by some, revolutionaries by others, and avengers by still yet others. Yet he didn't consider himself any of these things, he was simply a man, and his group, they were a government. They had set up on an old oil rig ten miles out to sea, and had declaired their soverienity to the world, and had not recieved a negetive response. They were one of several such countries, and although small, they did have power, selling the oil off the rig, and buying weapons and gaining citizens slowly. They called themselves The Unland state, and most of their citizens were youth.
The group had begun making undercover raids on organizations that conducted 'cruel' tests on human beings, animals, and even some plants. Destroying gene manipulating facilities and bombing military bases where said acts were said to occur. During these missions was also where they recruited and rescued citizens. They had only saved a dozen or so, but they made up the base population, the ruling population. They were the mutants, the freaks, the leaders, as was michael himself.
Tonight was a search and rescue, a girl was reported on a military base, known to conduct scientific research, and she'd been raised there, with a little intel he was able to find out that a genetic project had indeed been operated on her, and she was being kept prisoner. That was enough for him.
The night went smoothly, unmarked, unregistered helicopters moving in quickly to get troops on the ground, neutralizing the incompetant soldiers and killing those who resisted. They had the base under control in less than half an hour, and were already setting fires, but they'd yet to find the girl. Ten minutes of interigation though, tought him she was seen fleeing the base, and he hopped on to his helicopter, riding through the night, in search of her, and again, it wasn't long until he caught the shock of yellow hair and the glow of the girls nightgown in the moonlight. The young man removed his mask, and ordered the others to do the same, before the helicopter touched down, and he stepped forward.
"Don't worry." He said, looking at her. "You're safe now, hurry up and get in, we'll take you somewhere where they won't find you again." he said, urging her to get into the helicopter.
 Samurai Angelus · Tue Jun 07, 2011 @ 11:18am · 2 Comments |
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