She knew her orders things were clear cut
but Jinx was an opportunist and the attacker were in a state of utter confusion and stumbling to the verge of defeat they could rip out the heart of the city with one last push

She was already on rout revolver in hand a back down was stupid. Remembering that the radio was still clipped to her belt. Lifting to her ear listening to the orders being barked and people calling her to retreat pull back
“sorry but we have come too far to go back”

finally the plant and the bomb was there too
*bang* a bullet pounded the floor near her feet causing Jinx to leap behind cover

“come on come on reload already”

 

Casey and Carl both played their roles so well,the NATO/UN investigators spent very little time attempting to link them to the recent attacks against the Regime in the City.
After just a few hours of meetings and pouring over files and security disks,they packed up and left the Complex.
It really helped that Jinx was still blowing shit up long after Carl and Casey had been accounted for.
"They would never find Her or Her Men."Carl thought as he shut down his office for the night.
The former Underdwellers knew the City too well."
It had taken Carl almost two years to find them and he knew the Underground as well as they did.

His next meeting was with Dev,and Carl was`nt worried about him.
The Resistance had their own way of doing things and the less Dev knew ,the better.
He would just blow some smoke up Dev`s ass and send him back to the Capitol.
There were the rules and regulations,and then there was the real World.
Carl lived in the real World where the Regime was still looking for him.
Taking out their decision makers was the only way he would ever find peace,
and the old Man had not come this far just to spend the rest of his days watching the horizon,waiting for the bullet to come.
If Jinx wanted to unseat them and take the City,more power to her.

Carl was not going to interfere with her agenda.

 

The radio screamed out again
“Jinx it’s the captain! What the hell is your problem return to base”
she clutched the radio
“is that an order….you answered to me before now”
the static was crackling as the voice calmed
“you think I don’t know what this is about…..we have all lost loved ones. You hurt so you want to hurt them but is that going to fix anything”

the phrase stopped her a brief moment holding the amulet maid form a seashell as the voice continued.
“no matter what you do Jinx you have to deal with this pain. You know people are looking out for you others who care”

her fist clenched
“they become in power we do nothing they take the buildings we run to the streets they take the streets we retreat they take the underground we flee”
once again anger had returned
“they kill our loved ones we cower in fear and when we fight back they take arms and we retreat well that’s fine but im done retreating tell the others to settle down in the city”
“Jinx this is Jax what do you mean settle down we floow you to hell itself get your ass back here”
one last set was slammed in to the revolver
“Im sorry but your braking up”
with that she tossed the radio at a wall watching it shatter
“ok girl one last push the city will fall…too many men ill have to get in close the chain reaction should wipe out the guard”
she looked over the rubble
“not enough time to escape any explosive reactions….but then you never planned on coming back did you”

 

The old fighter sat in his office and watched the Rebel TV station reporting on the attacks in the City.
The second Grenade Carl had lobbed into the Ballroom had killed Twenty Seven Regime Leaders and Fifteen of their Civilian followers.
"Too Fucking Bad." he thought as he sipped from his recently refilled Brandy glass.
"Too Fucking Bad."
Shay and Libby were sleeping in the Apartment and he had ventured into his office to catch his files up.
Seven of the Regime Leaders killed in the blasts had been on his list,including the Fucker Casey and Jinx had been trying to eliminate.
The Resistance had been cleared of any involvement by the UN investigators,and as far as Carl was concerned,it was all in a days work.

Reports were streaming in from the City about massive explosions and street to street engagements with Dog Soldiers by some unknown group.Several Resistance Commanders had asked to head into the City to investigate the unknown fighters, but Carl had denied them permission to leave the Complex.
He already knew who they were,and he was sitting this one out.

The Regime had it coming,and Jinx was serving her revenge ice cold!

 

Six Months Later

Carl stood before the still steamy Mirror in his new bathroom.Shay had just showered and left for Her shift at the complex Hospital.
The sweet scent of her favorite Lavender Shampoo still lingered in the air.Wiping the condensation from the large Mirror,Carl always got a bit of a jolt when he saw his new Face.
Leaning in a bit closer,he examined the small scars the surgery had left behind.
The only tell-tale signs were the small lines that did not tan as well as the rest of his weathered face.
"They had done a great job,My own Mother would not recognize Me." He thought as he prepared to shave.

The Regime had all but disappeared and the newly formed Free States of America was still growing and getting more organized each day.
The Resistance had been replaced with a National Defense Organization and Dev had won the landslide election for the reorganized America`s first President.
His campaign promise to outlaw Central Banking had won him Eighty percent of the popular vote.
With their Love for each other and their Love of America,He and Cassie had won the Hearts of all American`s.

Casey married Khyle and lived down the block,and Carl had retired,but stayed on as security adviser to the new Defense Organization.His new name was Eugene Wilson,he had kept his middle name and taken on his Mothers maiden name.
The House had been completed and the old fighter fell into a routine of walking Libby to school and his way to the office he worked out of.
Casey still had her office next to Carl`s and the two worked with the new Nation on all things concerning security.
Some persons unknown were still hunting down and killing former Regime Leaders,and Carl had a pretty good idea of who it was.
He would never share his theories on that subject with anyone.

"Boring is Good." Carl reminded himself as he prepared to leave for the Day.
"Boring is Good."

 

months had passed since the power plants had fallen along with Jinx
Jax pounded the wall again leaving a bloody fist print as the captain continued the funeral preparations
"Damn it we should be out there Jinx could need our help, You said it yourself there was no body"
the captain didn’t look up but addressed the comment in full
"I saw the explosion no one could survive that, besides there was allot of blood confirmed to be hers. she gave her life made her choice"
another thud pounded the wall
"and what did our resistance do?.........NOTHIN!"
the captain could see his anger
"our orders were to keep back orders are orders"
he continued
"besides the city went dead no activity and now massive walls surround the centre...there is no way to move in now"

 

This thing was kick-ass.

I just wish my writer's block hadn't descended as it did.

Fox, you fancy starting up a new one?

 

X-Orion so long as you can put up with my odd spelling error

sure

 

This thing was kick ass! Sometimes when I`m out and about I look into a storm drain or a grated opening in a parking lot, I see Carl`s booted foot disappear into the darkness.
I often think of the Fox,Casey and Dev.
This has been my favorite RP since "Savage" and one of the reasons I did not end it was I think there may be more to write as history unfolds.If you Guys and Gals continue this or start another one,I would be most honored to have a character role.

 

With your blessing, mate, it would be awesome.

Just... need to think of a decent idea that could go somewhere.

I really like the idea that Resisters was based around - ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances - and I'd love to do something like that again. If you've any ideas, then for God's sake, spill!

When do you get back from your hiatus in Maui?

 

I`m not officially back yet.I either have to attend a wedding in Mexico,or be the Boyfriend that did not attend the Girlfriends Son`s wedding.I do not want that title.

Resisters just kinda came to me one day and I knew the story had to be told,I had no real choice in the matter.I am up for just about anything.
I will keep checking back or Lioness and Rockprincess know how to contact me.

 

I will be eager to cast a new charicter in to the waters

 

We did the Knight thing,The Western,Draw which I thought was really good.The Super Hero which Fox kicked big time ass in,The Native American,The Alien Invasion,The Action Adventure with the Bikers and the Viking-Vampire thing.What eles can we do?..I`m up for something when I have time to write.

 

Carl Weathers paused just outside of the Cavern entrance,as he had done thousands of times in the past.The West Texas range was still an open area where anything could happen,and the Regime still wanted his ass dead.
Slowing his breathing to a steady long in and out rhythm,the former rancher turned freedom fighter let his senses scan the dusky interior for anything out of the ordinary.After a few long moments in the silence of the Spring desert,Carl dropped to the ground to slipped into caverns narrow entrance tunnel.
Everything seemed normal in the former resistance headquarters,the large cave was empty.

Rising in the gloom,his trained eyes swept the main chamber for any sign of recent activity.Other than a few spent bullet casings,there was no sign of the rough command center nor the mystery battle that had raged here when the Regime had ramped up their attack on the Resistance.
Not needing a light stick for the first part of his journey deep into the cave and tunnel system,Carl silently glided into a side tunnel that would eventually take him into the cavern his personal hot tub was located in.
The crafty old rancher had stashed some memory sticks on a hidden ledge only he and Casey knew of.

They had turned most of the high technology Carl had heisted from the late Dr. Nadal during his daring escape from the Regimes mind control laboratory,but not all of it.
They had also agreed to carry on the removal of all high level organizers whom had dreamed up the sinister plan to enslave the entire Planet.
Carl`s hidden memory sticks contained names and positions of the Regime`s research labs and those who had contributed to the outlaw plan.

Fox and her team of misfits were still hunting down Regime personal and raising all kinds of hell,but the Free States of America`s military were looking for them at the same time.
Carl`s position in the new military allowed him to assist the rouge fighter and Casey helped hide their activities.Dev had his suspicions,but he seemed to be OK with letting his old friends work things out.His second term as President of the Free States of America had just begun and he had little time to worry about old grudges.

Pulling a handy light stick from his issued trousers,Carl gave the device a hard shake and let it light up the small opening into the natural heated pool.
He had not seen everything on the memory sticks and was very curious of what they contained.

 

Quickly shedding his uniform and shoving his light stick into a crack in the low ceiling,Carl slid into the almost too hot water. The natural pool had a shallow end that lapped up against a small sandy area and the deeper end that flowed up from unknown depths.A natural spring flowed into the pool from above,mixing cool water with the extremely hot water from deep below the cavern floor.
The hidden ledge could not be seen or accessed without swimming across the pool.

A few strokes took the old man across the pool and a sweep of his arm across the flat surface of the ledge rewarded him with the plastic bag he had sealed the handy memory sticks in.His hand brushed the bottle of Jack Daniels he kept there for the occasional drink he liked to have,but he was not at this time willing to start that up again.He had Shay and Libby to look out for,and an entire region of freedom seeking people who counted on his wits to keep the Regime at bay.
He left the bottle right where it had been for the last few years and one arm swam the package back to the shallow end of the hot pool.

Tossing the bag onto the sandy slope,Carl turned and swam over to a natural ledge that was submerged just below the surface.Settling down on the flat rock and letting the hot water lap over him,he began to plan his return to the complex.
Casey was the only person who knew of his mission,not even Shay could know what they had planned.
It would be Casey who would help him open the files and hide them from the security teams that monitored all of the computers in the system.
But all of that could wait for a while,Carl was just going to float and relax while he was here.

 

One of the many things Carl liked about being deep underground was the silence,another was the complete darkness.Once a person just let go and merged into the timeless suspension,the mind really began to clear.
There were no distractions here,no busy Wives,no attention needing Children and no Regime that was still trying to kill Resistance personnel.
Just the hot water and the sound of the spring dripping into the pool.
It was here that Carl did his best thinking.

Only a handful of people knew the Resistance was still at War with the Regime.Mike knew,Casey knew,Fox and her Men really knew,they were still just sneaking into their compounds and blasting the fuck out of them.
"But that would not last much longer." Carl mused."The Fox seemed to live a charmed life,but even her luck would run out."
She had managed to survive the huge explosion at the power plant last year,and if he had not seen her himself,would not have believed it was possible.The blast had leveled half of the City.

Casey was waiting for Carl`s return to the compound,so he began the process of willing himself to get out of the hot pool and get dressed.The trip back would be long and dangerous,for Carl had to not only get past Regime patrols,but Free States patrols as well.Even with his position,he could be arrested and imprisoned for stirring up shit.
Casey was the only person who knew he had slipped out of the secured area,and he would be missed after a while.

Pulling his relaxed form back across the pool,Carl dressed and repacked his backpack.Once he got back to the surface,he would boot up a small laptop he carried and take a look at whatever was on the memory sticks.
"There were some things even Casey did not need to know!" he thought as he began the climb back to the desert floor.

 

The deeper chambers and tunnels could be traveled through without fear of encountering Dog Soldiers or any of the misfits the Regime employed to do their dirty deeds,which was killing anyone they found who was not chipped and accounted for.Carl was making good time on his journey back to the surface.
The threat of Regime strikes was still a constant reality,even within the parameters of the Free States.
The assholes had just gone underground with their tactics.

"Which is why we still fight." Carl reminded himself as he approached the tunnel that would take him to the main cavern.The Regime would never stop,even if they appeared to be reformed pillars of the new World.The new breed of Dog Soldier could not be traced back to them,but they were just as deadly.
"More so" he mused to himself,"They no longer wore the tell-tale black uniforms."
They looked just like the scores of Refugees who still streamed into the Free States every day.Only very careful screening could detect them,and they still managed to infiltrate and kill innocents.

Which was why Carl was willing to risk capture and even imprisonment to reclaim these memory sticks.This was now a war of information and technology.
Knowing exactly what the Regime had in their arsenal had been a key to diverting their sinister plan of World Denomination,however the fight was still on for control.
As long as even one former Regime organizer lived,the threat would be real.
Fox was doing a fair job of killing them,but not in high enough numbers to drive them into hiding again.

Carl and Casey had a better way of getting to them,they just had to know exactly where the Fuck sticks were living and working.
The Regime was not the only group who could infiltrate almost anywhere,The Old Man was almost as good as the rumors that still circulated the Free States.

And he was still very,very pissed.

 

the captin and Jax reported in waiting for new orders
with Jinx KIA the two worriors fell in to a monotany of a routeen

"What are our next orders?"

Standing to attention jax could not help but peer out of the window and wish to see the girl again

 

Hi Fox

Well Hello there!:rose:

 

It was the slight hint of cigarette smoke drafting into the branch tunnel that first alerted Carl of someone`s presence in the main cavern.It was slight,but it was there.
The fighter had not yet gotten to the surface due to a few side missions to check on his massive weapon and supply stash.
Many Dog Soldiers had ventured into the cave and tunnel system during the first two Wars,and most of them were still here,trapped by the Resistance to slowly starve or in some cases,kill each other off.
It had been like a weapon and supply delivery service to the struggling Resistance.
"You just had to be willing to dig through the rotting bodies to get the useful stuff." Carl remembered those missions with a shudder.
He had added those mental images to the huge collection in his mind that he could definitely live without.

The presence of persons unknown in the huge chamber did not overly concern the seasoned fighter,if they proved to be Regime,he could slowly withdraw into the vast system and pop out somewhere else.
God help them if they dared to follow him into his own turf.No one knew this system like he did.
Calming his suddenly racing heart,Carl began to stealth up wards toward the main cavern.Switching his issued machine gun to auto without really being aware of the action,he subconsciously unlatched the hold down strap on his grenade pouch.

He was as ready as a person facing the unknown could be.