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Post by Garret Strife on Sept 6, 2008 1:32:27 GMT -5
(I was watching the punisher, and it struck me that a Modernized Redwall story might be rather interesting. So here goes. If you want any of your characters to appear -modified, to be appropriate, of course- just PM me. And now to begin.)
(Requested Additions; Jasyn Kaiden, Conium Nightshade, Tamar M. Hawkeye, Silas M. Hawkeye)
Johan Guaretz, Ferret, UK Federal Anti-terrorism unit, records division. July 7th, 2009.
"In the year 1322, The abbey of Redwall was built. It's construction was done by beasts whom had been enslaved to the Wildcat Tsarmina. They were freed by the now legendary Martin the Warrior. The abbey was built as a peaceful sanctuary for all good beasts, though over the next 95 years it was besieged and involved in small coups, assassination efforts happened within it's walls, and other generally violent happenings took place over 240 times.
Even now, in the year 2009, as well as for the last decade, it's targeted by terrorists. The abbey looks the same as it did almost 700 years ago, due to it's frequent curating. Now it's mainly a historical artifact, but there are also over a hundred beasts which dwell there. The entire place is surrounded by not only the eight foot thick stone walls from it's original construction, but solid perimeter fencing all around. There's a good acre of land between the two walls. Also, the gates have been replaced, due to the fact that the original gates were destroyed in the 2004 blaze. The new ones are hollow steel, with predistressed wood paneling. This design ensures the aesthetic, whilst also allowing repairs and other tasks to be performed with much greater ease.
Now comes the interesting part, not two weeks ago, a considerable private quarrel was ended. This was between a Wolverine crime lord's mercenary forces, and a few elite soldiers, which, of their own free will, came to help the Abbey dwellers, along with the small security force already present. The official militaristic forces were prevented from bringing aid to the good beasts of Redwall by a few international terrorist factions waging all out war on, in, and around London. If it weren't for Redwall's great seclusion from the London area, it, too, would have been hit by Abu Sayaf, OpFor, and Cultist forces.
Enough of the back story, though. The purpose of this article is to tell of the small scale war between the forces of Redwall, and of Regulas Grendel Baron VIII. There are a few distinct figures worth mention. Those are; Garret G. Strife, Rango Griswold, Alec Chosen, Jonas Plastone, Jaysn Kaiden, Conium Nightshade, Tamar M. Hawkeye, Silas M. Hawkeye, a black-word American squad, and Gordon Freemane.
If it weren't for their efforts, Redwall would have surely fallen. (Side note; It seems that the Baron and Strife families have been locked in some sort of violent dispute since 1427. Investigation is underway, try to include in final copy.)
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"Gary, you can't seriously be asking me for that much on this rifle. After all I've done for ya?" Garret, a 23 year old, black fox, exclaimed, blown away by the price Gary Golden, a young skunk, had asked for the specialty firearm.
Gary shrugged, his tail flicking briefly from side to side, "Sorry, G. I just can't sell this for any less, not even to you. Besides, I thought you had an infinite money cheat for life?"
"Not exactly. I still can't afford to be spending full MSRP on bulk weapon purchases." The fox replied with a scoff, leaning against the wall behind him.
(Ah, but perhaps a bit more information on Garret G.(Grigori) Strife, as he is, essentially, the main character of this tale, due to the fact that he was the only one willing to submit to an interview.[<- Is that bashing? Note; make it sound less............ rude.]
He's a tall fox, about a head taller then most of his kind, and he is in excellent physical condition, a great athlete all around, and with a very broad range of experience. He is extremely well conditioned to all things, from weather to pain, through extensive training. As well as this, he's a master of military CQC and CQB forms, and knowledgeable on multiple martial arts forms.
His fur is, most unusually, completely black, but for the tip of his tail, which is dark Grey. His eyes are a bright Hazel, almost like gold, and he has a scar across his left eye, which effects not his sight in said eye. The scar is roughly three inches long, very thin(and therefore rather hard to notice, unless you're actually looking for it) and passes from the ridge of his brow to the start of his snout. He traditionally wears very simple clothing, such as vests, tee-shirts, and jeans. His outerwear consists of a heavy, felt-lined, tailored black leather trench coat, as well as religiously wearing a size 12 pair of Wolverine DuraShocks® GORE-TEX® Waterproof Composite-Toe EH 6" Boots (Such Irony, that he'd purchase from Wolverine).
He has experience with all types of firearms, foreign and domestic, and maintains high degrees of skill in operation and accuracy, holding the current world record for magazine-fed pistol reload speed, and several awards for champion marksmanship.
As for his personality, it's best described as dark, witty, intelligent, dangerous, and sarcastic. He also has very large sums of (il?)legitimate American dollars at his disposal. (There seemingly aren't any records of his life outside of six months or so prior to this event. There is certainly no documentation to explain his access to a seemingly bottomless bank account.)
"Fine, 40% discount. Buy or fly, your choice."
"You're an absolute life saver, Gary." Garret said with a grin, quickly signing off a check to the dealer.
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Post by Jasyn on Sept 6, 2008 13:42:30 GMT -5
It looks good, and thanks for putting my character;but he's a Merc. I don't know if he is a 'hero' per se.
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Post by Garret Strife on Sept 12, 2008 16:51:16 GMT -5
(He's a Merc, and Garret is rich. Trust me, I did read his profile, I have it planned out.
I shall put up the next part later tonight.)
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Post by Jasyn on Sept 13, 2008 20:23:45 GMT -5
(Just checking!!And I hope you know 'bout his name spelling. J A S Y N. Kay! I am eagerly looking foreward to the next installment.)
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Post by Garret Strife on Sept 27, 2008 0:11:25 GMT -5
(Kay... finally, new portion)
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(This excerpt included due to the possibility that this event started the whole thing)
Garret stood outside the building, checking the securing straps on his harness. He jacked a 100 round double drum mag. into his M16A3 w/M203, and pulled back the action bar. The fox was decked out in a Black SWAT uniform, with all police symbols removed from it.
He grunted, and began to scale the wall. It was an eight story apartment building, condemned, and soon to be demolished. But Garret knew. A 'Hand of Death'- as they called themselves- strong point. These assassins, who killed for the fun of it, and the challenge, were deeply rooted in many large criminal associations. Including Red Baron, the crime ring of the Baron family. He didn't care. Lately, the Brotherhood had 'culled' society. Homeless, transients, prostitutes, EVERYONE unfortunate, and out after dark, had been killed. He planned to put a stop to it.
He got to the roof, pulled himself over the edge, and reeled in the piton cord he'd climbed with. He crept to the skylight, and using a diamond tipped glass cutter, took out a section just large enough to slip in through. The stealth-demon fox dropped into the top floor corridor. He glanced at the walls- smeared with blood. Garret gave a huff of disgust at the twisted nature of these beasts.
Then he heard it, chanting. Good. They were ALL in the ballroom, having some kind of dark sermon. He knew this, as he'd dealt with them before. The fox crept down to floor three. It had previously been a wondrous apartment complex. Now... well... there aren't words to describe it. Garret kicked the door in, knocking both doors off their hinges, and began firing in sweeping arcs. They all turned, and drew knives, rushing the fox.
Responding efficiently, he quickly tore through the hostiles closest to him, letting the rifle hang by it's harness when it ran dry. He then proceeded to slip two (Custom) Kimber Custom II Covert .45s from their holsters, and emptied the weapons' extended magazines into his opponents.
Then the fox drew his family's ancestral heirloom, the Fenrir. A magnificent, and outrageously large blade. Garret is 6'4" and the Fenrir is 6' in length. The blade, all in all, weighs 21.7 lbs. Monstrous, for a sword but he could wield it like a cheerleader could a baton. After a minute or two of him literally carving a swath through the opposition, he proceeded to leave the building, and arm several Fulminated Mercury based explosives around the building, leveling it to ensure that the investigation would be on who had been inside, too little evidence remaining to draw their eyes to the underworld they were so painfully oblivious to.
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Post by Jasyn on Sept 27, 2008 14:19:19 GMT -5
A bit brief, don't ya think?
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Post by Garret Strife on Sept 27, 2008 14:24:23 GMT -5
Sorry, at work, my boss is running me rampant. I just don't have the time.
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Post by Jasyn on Sept 27, 2008 14:26:04 GMT -5
I can understand, dude. Just got a new job last week. And this is the rough draft, right?
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Post by Garret Strife on Nov 29, 2008 16:30:07 GMT -5
"Regulas?"
"I'm assuming that since you, rather informally, used my first name, it's important?"
"The Hand's lair in South London was demolished."
"If the building was demolished, I assume that the police force had nothing to do with it... Military?"
"It appears it may have been a freelancer."
"Any leads on who?"
"Large, male fox, black fur. Solo operation, seems well equipped, and highly skilled."
"I don't need to see the video. You're looking for one Garret Strife. Couldn't tell you where he lives. But you shouldn't have too much trouble tracking his phone down."
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Garret stared at his phone, vibrating quietly on the end table beside his couch. He wasn't expecting any calls, and the number was more than private.
After a pause, he picked up the phone, flipping it open.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Strife, I would-"
"I'm going to ask you two questions, and you're going to answer them both. Who are you, and how did you get this number?"
"Simple. Nobody hides, from Red Baron."
"I beheaded the group, they don't exist any more."
"I think you're in for a surprise. Sir Baron would like to speak to you personally."
"Fair enough. Leave the details in a dead drop in Hyde's Park, under one of the trash bins, tomorrow, at five PM. Mark the bin with a blue ribbon. This call's gone on long enough, I'm afraid I'll have to deny the opportunity to triangulate my position." And with that, he hung up the phone, heaving a sigh and staring at the ceiling.
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Post by Garret Strife on Dec 15, 2008 1:01:24 GMT -5
"Hello, Garret G. Strife V. We meet again."
"I thought I'd seen the last of you and your people in Sumatra."
"And I thought I had seen the last of you."
"Enough small talk. What do you want?"
"You killed several of my business associates the other night."
"Your associates were murdering ********. They deserved it."
"You and your conscience. It's sad."
"Oh shut up, you windbag."
"Ouch."
Garret looked at Regulas. The only thing they shared was their sense of sarcasm. He meaningfully reached under his trenchcoat, his right paw laying on the grip of one of his M1911s.
"You didn't bring me here for a discussion. That's not how you operate."
"Correct."
"I could put a bullet in your head so quickly-"
"Do it, Garret, and your old friend, as well as all the others currently residing at Redwall, will be wiped out by a stolen subatomic bomb."
"You're bluffing."
"I have pictures. See?"
Baron snapped his fingers, and the viewscreen on the wall next to him crackled to life. It showed live footage, presumably from a jet circling the area, of the Rewall area.
"That's video."
"Whatever. The point is, you shoot me, they die. Is it worth it?"
"No."
"I thought not. So please stay still while my guards, here, take you to my little dungeon. It's right in the basement."
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The fortified area they are in is an abandoned airfield.
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"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Why'd we bring 'im here? It's one of our least secure locations."
"I'm expecting him to break out. I want to see if our boy has learned some new tricks. He'll likely wait until the plane returns, so as to blow this place up. Secure in the knowledge that I'm 'dead', he'll likely head to Redwall. And that's where we'll get him. And the Redwallers, themselves. I don't like them. Not sure why."
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Post by Garret Strife on Dec 23, 2008 23:49:56 GMT -5
((In truth, it's due to the fact that the 'Abbot' of Redwall, at the time, anyway, had been involved with the only beast Regulas had loved- a ferret, named Tanyha- at the time of her death. Of course the Wolverine would never admit this.))
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Conium Nightshade, a young Badger, was working the phones. Her chore as she hadn't been assigned anything to do. Redwall abbey had a massive setup of phones. Similar to the workspace of an operator, the phone room allowed the worker to patch a line through to any one room. It was a simple setup.
But Conium wasn't marveling at the setup. She was thinking about the massacre at M.I.T. that had occurred. Her and her team had discovered a new compound. Quite an achievement for a 17 year old. Just prior to becoming 16, she had graduated from High School, and received a scholarship to M.I.T., in biochemistry. This compound they discovered could have been used as a Biological weapon, and the U.S. military got word of this. Over spring break, Conium (Her true name was Katherine) and her team had chosen to stay behind and work on their discovery. They were virtually alone on campus. A group of Marines were airlifted in on a stealth helicopter, and they went in through the skylight. Conium's team was wiped out. She escaped, and headed to Redwall. She took up her assumed name, and from there, had hidden from the U.S. government. In her coat, between the linings, she had sewn the only small vial of the compound. The rest was destroyed when she caused a gas explosion, destroying the lab. She knew at this point that a division of the Russian army also wanted the compound. And both parties wanted her. But either would kill her before letting her fall into the other's hands.
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Garret gave the bars a good solid kick. The rusted hinges snapped like twigs. As the door began to fall over, Garret grabbed it, dragged it into his cell, and propped it against the wall. He glanced both ways. No guards. Garret gave a scoff and crept down the hall
He headed up a flight of stairs, and rounded a corner. There were two lightly armored guards standing at the doors to a room labeled ARM. Short for armory. Garret chuckled. Two weasels, firearms holstered, ten feet away. It was the same thing that Baron had done years earlier, getting his whole operation destroyed. Oh, well. This time, he dies as well. Garret thought. He sprang around the corner. The guards got so far as saying "What the-?" prior to Guard A's temple being slammed against the wall. Dead. Guard B was killed by Garret emptying Guard A's Silenced 9mm into his torso. Afterward he pilfered their keys, and entered the armory. It didn't take him long to find his weapons. Notably, an XM8 made mostly from onyx and polycarbonate (with attached X320 40mm GL), two M1911 Colts made from Silver which have Onyx grips, a clump of C5 and a detonator, his vest, and the Fenrir.
Satisfied, he headed back out of the armory, and down the hall in the opposite direction. He had heard the plane touch down, and when he looked outside, indeed, it was still there, refueling. Despite suspicions of how sloppy this operation was, he shrugged off those thoughts. Why, his Ferrari was even still there. Baron hadn't even taken it for a test run, as it was still parked where he left it.
After easily dispatching four more guards, and hacking the door keypad with a modified Razr 3 cell phone, he headed across the tarmac, and entered the plane. It was fairly old. Rusted. And there was the bomb. Big, that meant a lot of standard explosive. Good, Garret thought. He stuck the C5 to the bomb, and set the detonator for 60 seconds. He hit the button, and ran. Leaping out the starboard side door, hitting the ground, rolling, and then sprinting. He reached his car with about 37 seconds to spare, vaulted the door, pulled his keys from the vests front pocket, and started it.
It didn't take.
He turned the key again. It started. He breathed a sigh of relief, and, in five seconds, accelerated to 175 MPH, and soared down the battered road.
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Conium was shaken from her thoughts of how to prove her situation by the main line ringing. Her only call all day. She picked it up.
"Hello, you've reached Redwall. My name is Conium, how can I help you?"
"Silas still there?"
"Umm... he still resides here, but he isn't here at the moment. Can I take a message?"
"Tell him Garret wants to talk to him."
And the caller hung up.
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Post by Garret Strife on Dec 26, 2008 4:13:16 GMT -5
"Target acquired. Are you sure you want the head, and not a signet ring or something similar?"
"Yes, Dante."
"Then I expect my fee to be doubled."
"Fine."
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"$300,000 to capture a corrupt Politician? I'll do it."
"Damn bounty hunter."
"I'm a mercenary. This is much closer to my area than that of a bounty hunter. Unlike that scum, I actually know what I'm doing."
"Yes, Mr. Kaiden, I see your point."
"Hmph."
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"Hello? Hello Jonas? It's Garret. Yeah. Listen, I need something. My Lamborghini. Yes, the Murcialago. You can have the Ferrari. Really. Why? Because the Lambo suit the current situation more. Did you finish those modifications? Good. See you in an hour."
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Post by Garret Strife on Jan 23, 2009 18:05:58 GMT -5
Silas M. Hawkeye, a friend Garret had made in a standoff at an airport in Sweden, was driving up the 'driveway' of Redwall abbey. He stopped at the gatehouse, inset into the chainlink perimiter fence. A very obiese hedgehog leaned out, and, adjusting his glasses, looked at Silas.
"Ah, hey there, Mr. Hawkeye. Late shift, eh?
"Yes. Some group of sick *******s had taken a Jr. High hostage. Well, Paul, I don't have much time to talk."
"Oh, yeah, go ahead in, Mr. Hawkeye."
Paul pushed a button, and the gate opened.
Silas drove through it, and through the main gate, inset into the original Wall.
He was in SO15 CTC, Element leader for his assigned squad. Lately, things had been getting worse. He was beginning to suspect it was antecedent of some kind of Major terror attack.
He dismissed these thoughts, and drove down into the parking lot beneath the abbey. He pulled into the nearest space, got out, and then proceeded to brush a speck of dust off the side mirror of his blue Ford Mustang GT.
Silas cracked his neck, and headed up the ramp to the abbey grounds, and crossed them, stopping at the main door for a second to take a breath of the sweet spring air. He went in, and Conium Nightshade was there waiting for him.
"Mr. Hawkeye, there was a call for you earlier."
"From who?"
"Sombody named 'Garret'."
"****."
Silas thanked her, and ran upstairs to his room, a section of the attic, there he saw Tamar sleeping. He smiled briefly, and then grabbed his phone. Garret wouldn't call him unless it was something important. Or bad. Probably bad.
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Post by Garret Strife on Feb 6, 2009 23:59:50 GMT -5
"Garret?"
"Silas, good to hear from you."
"Yeah, you to."
"How are you and Tamar doing?"
"Good. You and Skyra?"
"... Now is not the time or the way to discuss THAT."
"What did you want to speak to me about?"
"Baron isn't dead. I thought I just killed him again, but I have a feeling... Look, I'm coming, and we need to discuss this. I don't want to say anything else, he may have bugged my phone when he captured me for a full 93 minutes."
"Garret?"
"Yes?"
"One thing. Bring support. He might follow you."
"It's me, did you think I'd overlook that?"
"It's been a few years, you might be slipping."
"Same to you. I hope things are in order when I get there. And try to make sure I'm not recieved like a member of the Lost."
"Heh."
"Goodbye."
"See ya."
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A matter of hours later, a Black Hawk touched down on the abbey lawn, and Garret, Jasyn Kaiden, and a fully armed and armored squad of soldiers (The USSFESTA5) stepped out. Garret peeled off a pilot's headset, and tossed it back in.
Silas jogged up.
"Your entrance dramatic enough?"
"No... we were going to paraglide in through the front doors, skim, and land on the Great Hall table, but..."
"Wait, those are U.S. soldiers. How did you put this together so quick?"
"Oh... I have my connections."
"Clearly you do."
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Post by carabadgermum on Feb 8, 2009 17:04:32 GMT -5
As soon as Tamar heard the copter's approach she was up from her desk and out the door of the Abbey archives. Somebeast had to preserve the rich history of Redwall and for this generation at least Tamar Moreland-Hawkeye was that creature. She knew she was destined for the position when she was still in her tween seasons and she led the protest against breaking ground for a new parking lot on the grounds. Bones had been found in the area when the survey was done and Tamar had seen in an old blueprint of the area that it had once been a cemetery of sorts for the inhabitance of the abbey. She had chained herself to an oak tree and shouted, 'Gates no we won't go!' until she lost her voice but eventually she won a period of 2 years for archaeologists to come and do their own survey of the grounds. They had found some amazing and very ancient artifacts and Tamar's favorite she was allowed to keep in a locked glass case on her desk: a medallion that had the face of a badger etched into one side with rubies set in for eyes. The remains of many creatures were transported to the national museum for study along with pieces of pottery and weapons and a variety of tail rings and other jewelry. She had been declined on an extension of the dig but every time she thought about that particular part of the grounds she thought of the good she had accomplished for history and science.
And now Garret Strife had seen fit to plop his helicopter down on the exact spot. Tamar took the steps three at a time down to the main abbey door and she found herself in the midst of what seemed to be every creature who worked or took up residence in Redwall. She glanced up at the great tapestry which still hung in the entryway but was now covered with UV protected glass. Much of it was faded and some had actually burned in a fire that had gutted most of the abbey 500 years ago, but still it held it's position of prominence.
Once she was out the doors and in the fresh air of the grounds, Tamar bumped into Conium. "Who is that?" the badgermaid asked in the accent Tamar couldn't quite get used to.
"His name's Garret Strife." Tamar told her with a smile.
"But he's a fox."
"That he is," Tamar laughed and left the rest of the crowd to greet their guest along with Silas. She slipped in between her mate and the vulpine and gave the later a stern look. "It's been a while, Garret. Good to see you." Then she put out her paw to shake his but quickly drew it back. "But it seems whenever you come trouble follows in your wake. So I think we're going to have to ask you to just turn right back around and leave." Her grin broke through then. It had taken a while for the two of them to come from biter hatred to a grudging respect and finally to this amicable relationship. Plus she knew that he and his soldiers were there to help.
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