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01-04-2020, 10:53 PM | #1 |
Cobra Viper
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Dreadnok Heist (continuing the story from Dreadnok Sibling Rivalry)
Two powerful motorcycles rumbled through a dilapidated manufacturing area passing a series of run down factories. Due to the surrounding desolation, the two mechanical beasts failed to arouse any notice. The motorcycles stopped in unison in the back of a particularly nasty looking warehouse, and the two riders alighted from their bikes and moved towards a rear door. The first rider to reach the door was a woman who immediately began pounding on the metal door. “ “Who’s there? “asked a rough voice. “It’s Zarana and Zandar, who do you think?” came the terse reply. “What’s the password?” the voice demanded in a mocking tone. “Open this damn door or I will personally rip off your testicles and feed them to Gnawgahyde’s pet boar. How’s that for a password?” “Works for me”, the gruff voice said with a chuckle, and the heavy metal door screeched open. Zarana entered the room projecting an aura of extreme annoyance. Zandar followed her in, but unlike his sister, he sported a thin smile and happier than usual demeanor. The dramatically opposed attitudes were due to the stop the pair had made at a random bar off the lonely highway they had traveled. There the two of them engaged in a quick and brutal altercation with a slew of outlaw bikers. It wasn’t the fight that bothered Zarana. The siblings had taken out their attackers with speed and efficiency. Rather it was the aftermath, where a handsome spectator to the fight had chosen to pay attention to Zandar rather than Zarana. This was unprecedented, and not something that sat well with Zarana. Monkeywrench was the Dreadnok who had let the duo in, and he could tell that Zarana was in a mood, which spurred him to antagonize her further. “What’s wrong Zarana darling, do you need a real man to make you feel better?” he asked in a needling tone. “Yeah, I do,” replied Zarana. “Let me know when you run into one.” Monkeywrench actually laughed harder at the insult, because he expected nothing less from the Dreadnok Queen and would have been disappointed if she had simply ignored his jibe. Once inside, one could see how the building opened up into a large area filled with concrete bays, steel walkways, and dingy windows that barely let in any light. Various Dreadnok bikes were situated throughout the building. The Dreadnoks’ main assault vehicle, The Thunder Machine, was also in on the floor, and as usual Thrasher was tinkering with it. This time Burnout was also hovering around the machine. “Listen Thrasher” Burnout stated in an exasperated tone. “You may know cars, and getting balls to the walls power out of the engine, but I know weapon systems, and I am telling you that if try and increase the cyclical rate on those twin gatling guns to get a higher rate of fire, the increased vibrations will rip those guns off their mounts.” “I want enough firepower to be able to pound any military vehicles that come our way, especially if they are Joe vehicles.” Thrasher stated sullenly like a spoiled child. “Listen”, Burnout implored. “We can back the guns down a little, keep them stabilized, and still have enough firepower to take out an Awe Striker or Vamp. It’s not going to take out an MBT Mauler though.” “How about a Havoc?” Thrasher asked expectantly. “Hmm. We might be able to punch through the driver canopy with a direct shot, but we can definitely take out the gunner position. I don’t know who designed that rig to have the gunner sitting at the top of the truck all exposed. “, Burnout said, shaking his head. “They must really hate that guy.” “Yeah, it’s as bad as that thing that looks like an outhouse with weapons. I think I heard it called a Coastal Defender. What a piece of crap.” Thrasher laughed. “Well, Cobra has its share of stupid toys.” Burnout added. ‘What the hell is that freakin’ Rat boat, and don’t get me started on the Pogo bouncer or whatever it’s called.” “Damn straight. Only the Dreadnoks know how to build bikes and trucks for real men.” Thrasher added. As Zandar and Zarana kept on walking, they came across Road Pig and Crusher, the former professional wrestler, engaged in a strenuous arm wrestling match. As both massive men sweated and strained against one another, it appeared likely that the table they were using would give out before they did. Next the Dreadnok siblings passed Heartwrencher working on a motorcycle. The fact that she was covered in grease and sweat did nothing to diminish her good looks. Her moniker was very appropriate as many a biker fell victim to the alluring combination of physical beauty and motorcycle repair knowledge. Unfortunately for these would be lotharios, Heartwrencher did not go in for crude come ons and clumsy groping. The instigator of any such advance was likely to receive a thin smile from Heartwrencher followed by the smashing of one of their knees with a heavy duty wrench. Many tough as nails bikers were left writhing on the floor, grasping a shattered knee, and howling in pain. Heartwrencher’s skill with a wrench in both motorcycle maintenance and as a jerk wad repellant actually earned her a modicum of respect from Zarana, something not easily achieved. Heartwrencher saw Zarana, and yelled out to her that she would take a look at Zarana’s bike in order to diagnose a strange noise that Zarana had discerned on her last ride. Zarana nodded appreciatively. As opposed to her favorable impression of Heartwrencher, Zarana could only roll her eyes in disgust as she came upon Ripper and Torch. These two were a unique combination of brutality and stupidity. Even though Zarana had no love for Buzzer, she knew he had intelligence and academic background. One that he chose to downplay in order to fit in with the Dreadnoks and live a life of excitement and excess that academia could not fulfill. Torch and Ripper, on the other hand, did not have to feign ignorance. They reeked of it. While previously the two miscreants had amused themselves with a belching contest, now they had graduated to putting hot sauce down each other’s trousers. They moved on to ever hotter levels of sauce. The one who quit the game first was the loser. In Zarana’s book they were both losers. Finally the siblings came upon Zartan, who was in the process of talking to Zanzibar. Zarana always felt that Zanzibar had watched too many Johnny Depp Pirates of the Caribbean movies. His pony tail, long droopy mustache, and eye patch all screamed pirate wannabe. Zanzibar walked off and Zartan turned his attention to his brother and sister. In a voice devoid of any pleasantries, Zartan demanded of the pair, “Did you get it?” Zandar handed Zartan a zip drive which Zartan grabbed unceremoniously and place into a nearby laptop. A series of photos, diagrams, and text appeared on the screen. Zartan scrolled through them and then turned to Zarana and Zandar and stated, “This will work.” For Zartan this was the equivalent of effusive praise. “Now tell me again who gave you this information and how they got it.” Zarana spoke up. “It’s from a biker chic whose been running with the Devil’s Due gang. Other gang members told me that she is very good at fighting and finding rival drug dens for their gang to rip off. She’s put a lot of money in their pockets.” “And how did she get this?” Zartan queried while pointing at the laptop screen. This time Zandar answered. “Supposedly she cleans up real nice, and got close to a horny soldier at the base who traded the info for some private one on ones at a motel.” “Obviously a woman of high moral standards,” Zartan stated sarcastically. “But if the info is good, she can keep time with the whole army for all I care. Anyway, we are gonna jump on this opportunity. A piece of equipment like this is not going to be in a place like we have here for very long.” “Now what we are going to do is...” Zartan started to say, but suddenly stopped in mid-sentence. “What is wrong with your face?” he demanded of Zandar. “What, nothing.” Zandar answered, a little perplexed. “You’ve got this crap eating grin.” Zartan said in a questioning tone. “Usually you’re all mopey and depressed. What’s with you?” Zandar’s smirk came back. “Nothing really. We just had a drink at a local bar on the way here, and we had a really interesting time, didn’t we sister dear?” Zandar slyly asked while giving his sister a sideways glance. Zarana glowered at Zandar envisioning a medieval battle axe coming down and cleaving his smug face in half. “Never mind”, Zandar said in exasperation. “I don’t have time for the twin nonsense that you two are always engaged in.” Zartan turned away from the pair and bellowed to the collected group of Dreadnoks, “Listen up.” Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to Zartan. Even Torch and Ripper stopped whimpering despite their burning crotches. “Ok. Some of you have complained about having to come to this hole in the wall, and while I could care less about your complaints, there is a reason that we’re here. Lesson than 30 miles from here is a military base. Usually it’s just a bunch of surplus vehicles and reserve units coming to play soldier on the weekends. Now however, the base is going to be used to test a new and innovative piece of equipment.” Torch haltingly piped up. “What’s innovative mean?” Zartan looked at him with a pained expression and not for the first time wished that he was back in Japan making objects of exquisite beauty with Professor Onhashi, the master sword maker of the Arashikage clan. But Onhashi was gone and that life was forever lost to Zartan, and he knew that he would never again feel such peace as he did back then. “This is a handheld weapon that fires a projectile capable of penetrating steel vaults, concrete buildings, and even armored vehicles up to and including tanks.” Upon hearing this, Thrasher punched Burnout in the arm and motioned to the Thunder Machine, indicating that he wanted this new weapon on his baby. Burnout held up his hand to quiet Thrasher, because he generally wanted to know more about this weapon. Zartan continued on. “Once the projectile penetrates its target, the projectile opens up and releases numerous flechette type rounds that in turn explode like cluster bombs with such intense heat that they melt metal and vaporize flesh. It will revolutionize any infantry that is armed with such firepower. Now the reason the weapon is being tested at this location is that this base is so far down on the senate appropriations list that no one would expect anything of consequence to happen here. Only because of our inside info do we know about it and we are not going to let this opportunity get away.” “That sounds right cool.” Ripper intoned. “We could use that thing to tear apart any rival gang’s clubhouse if they don’t pay us our tribute on time.” Zartan looked at him and again wondered how life had placed him in the company of people who could not think beyond their basest impulses. “When we get this weapon it will do one of two things for us. If we can reverse engineer it, we can build more and develop an arsenal that will put us on a more equal footing with Cobra and MARS, or if that doesn’t work out, we auction it off at an enormous price to the highest bidder. Either way, it will vastly improve our cash flow and influence in the international arena,” “That’s all good”, Buzzer chimed in, “but it’s still on a military base, and we ain’t exactly the sneaky types. Other you three that is.”, indicating Zartan and his siblings. “And we are going to play to our strengths.”,Zartan stated in a definitive tone. “Remember how you, Torch, and Ripper caused all that destruction on a military base including blowing up several skystrikers and ruined a planned Cobra sneak attack?” The three mentioned Dreadnoks shrunk down a bit as Zartan brought up this painful memory. “Well this time I want you to do that and more. We have more Dreadnoks and can cause that much more destruction. All of you will be attacking the southern side of the base and draw all the base security personnel to deal with you. Meanwhile, my esteemed siblings and I will use our skills to sneak in, take out any personnel that confront us, and walk out with the prototype weapon. By the time the soldier boys drive you off, we’ll be long gone, and there isn’t anyone that can ride like my family and disappear like we can.” “Wanton destruction and profit to boot. Sounds perfect.” Zanzibar commented, to nods of approval from the other Dreadnoks. “Hell yeah!” Road Pig shouted as he brought his cinder block mace down on a metal table bending it into a U shape. “Enough cheerleading.” Zartan said sharply. “All of you be ready to roll in one hour.” Though not known for their punctuality, one hour later a contingent of deafening bikes and one heavily armed war wagon road out of the abandoned factory and down the empty, dusty road towards the base. Separately from the others, Zartan and his siblings departed, Zartan driving an old army troop truck, with his personal motorcycle in the canvas covered truck bed. When they reached the last position where their bikes would not be in view of any army sentries, the trio hid their motorcycles, and changed from their punk rock inspired clothing into non-descript military fatigues. Each of them then made changes to their facial appearances to match the visages on the fake military IDs they carried. As called for in the plan, Zandar drove the truck up to the access gate furthest from where the Dreadnok assault was to take place. Zarana was in the passenger seat and Zartan rode in the back of the truck hidden by the canvas covering. Zandar brought the truck to a slow stop just in front of the base guard with his upraised hand. “What are you doing here today? We don’t have a drop off scheduled.” the guard said in a tone displaying more annoyance than suspicion. “We have orders to drop this vehicle off as surplus. This is where they all come to die, isn’t it?” Zandar asked in a voice that dripped with indifference. Zandar showed the guard an official looking document ordering the disposal of the vehicle. “Ok, but I need to check it first.” the guard responded. His manner could not possibly have demonstrated less enthusiasm for this task. Still, the guard went through the motions including checking the truck undercarriage with a telescoping mirror. He then moved to the back of the truck and threw opened a canvas flap to peer into the dark, empty bed of the truck. Not seeing anything, the guard pointed to a congregation of old, paint worn vehicles further down the base. “Park it over there in the elephant graveyard.” The truck drove off and stopped out of sight of the guard post. Zartan hopped out of the back of the truck, no longer needing to blend into the darkness of the interior where the guard failed to see him despite looking straight at him. No one quite understood how Zartan pulled off his chameleon act. Did he use camouflage, hologram technology, biological skin altering abilities, or ancient ninja stealth techniques. Some even thought that he could cloud men’s minds like in the old Shadow radio broadcasts. Zartan knew that the complacent guard at the gate entrance would not be representative of the individuals guarding the prototype weapon. They had to be of higher quality or the device would have been snatched long ago. Right on time Zartan heard the klaxon warning sirens go off and saw base personnel racing through the establishment. On the opposite side of the base, in a scene reminiscent of a post-apocalyptic nightmare, a cacophony of thundering engines could be heard emanating from a huge dust storm that appeared to be heading straight towards the military installation. As the dust storm drew closer a phalanx of motorcycles driven by the cast of the Road Warrior came into view. In the center of this rolling juggernaut was a hollering Thrasher in the Thunder Machine. Thrasher pulled a lever and the twin gatling guns of the Thunder Machine started spewing out armor piercing death. The rounds impacted the base fence and supporting pylons with enough force to shred them. Other Dreadnoks used a variety destructive implements like chainsaws, acetylene torches, sledgehammers, maces, and axes to rip apart other parts of the fence. Several Dreadnoks rode through the various openings and threw make shift explosives at several of the outlying buildings and vehicles causing numerous explosions and fireballs. Those Dreadnoks not involved in tearing apart the base infrastructure and creating general mayhem were firing rifles, pistols, and shotguns at the responding soldiers forcing them to take cover and keep their heads down. Zartan did not actually want his men to kill the soldiers because of the heat it would bring down on the Dreadnoks by various military and law enforcement agencies. However, scaring them enough to wet their pants was more than acceptable. Back inside the base, Zartan, Zandar, and Zarana moved quickly as if they were part of the responding cadre of soldiers. Following the diagrams that Zarana’s source had provided them, the trio came to the area of the base where the experimental weapon would be held. It was a hardened room with concrete walls instead of sheetrock, and a solid metal door instead of wood like most of the others in the building. Unlike the other military personnel running as if their hair was on fire, the two guards standing in front of the metal door maintained their discipline and remained at their post. As Zartan and Zarana went past the guards, the brother sister duo turned as one and attacked the guards. Zartan hit one with a pair of brass knuckles. The guard stumbled and bent over but did not go to the ground. Zartan followed up his first strike with a quick downward hammer fist strike to the base of guard’s skull knocking him to the floor where he sprawled unconscious. The second guard started to draw his pistol, but Zarana had drawn a collapsible baton and brought it down on the guard’s wrist forcing him to drop the pistol. The guard turned to confront Zarana but she backhanded him across the face with the baton and he also dropped to the floor. Before Zartan and Zarana could continue on, a third guard came out from behind the metal door and leveled an M16 rifle at the pair. Instantly, taking in the two downed guards, the third man didn’t waste time with a warning and started to move his finger to the trigger when all of a sudden his eyes rolled up into his head and he fell. Behind him was Zandar with the weighted sap in his hand that he had used to strike the guard. Zarana ran into the room that the third guard had come out of, and began yelling about an attack on the base. There was a guard and a technician standing by a large metal case. The technician nervously stated that they needed to protect the case, which confirmed to Zarana that the case held the item they wanted to steal. The guard quickly turned on the technician and told him to be quiet. “I don’t recognize these people. Don’t tell them anything.” With that the guard raised his rifle aiming it in the direction of the intruders. Zartan raised his hands in mock surrender and placed his back against the wall. This put him in the reach of the light switch, and he plunged the room into darkness. After a few seconds and several loud thuds, Zartan exited the room with the case followed by the twins. No one paid much attention to the trio as they retraced their steps down the corridor and back out to the truck they had arrived in. The truck ambled out the gate even as the rear guards attempted to lock down the base. As the truck passed further down the road Zandar put his arm outside the window and fired a flare gun into the sky. The flare rose high into the sky and exploded into a cascade of bright colors. Over on the southern side of the base Monkeywrench looked up into the sky and observed the flare go off. He swung his arms around and shouted “That’s it.” He did his best to be heard over the gunfire and explosions. Pointing towards the sky for emphasis, Monkeywrench finally got enough of the Dreadnoks’ attention. Then in unison, as if part of a synchronized swim team, the Dreadnoks all stopped their destructive activities, turned, and sped off away from the base. Bewildered, the base troops didn’t know whether to feel pride in having driven away the rampaging invaders, or relief that the Mongol horde hadn’t broken through their defenses, beheaded them, and placed their severed heads on pikes. As Zartan and his siblings reached the point where they had stashed their bikes, they changed back to their regular clothing and threw their military garb into the truck. They then threw a fire bomb into the vehicle destroying it and any potential evidence. Zartan strapped the metal case to the back of his motorcycle and the three siblings took off at a high rate of speed. The base they had just left was not an air base with waiting aircraft and nothing on wheels could catch them now. As Zartan raced down the road he replayed the event in his mind. Things had gone like clockwork despite the fact that the Dreadnoks were the most undisciplined group of fighters that one could ever have the misfortune to run into. By all accounts this was a big win, and there didn’t appear to be any obstacles that could stop the Dreadnoks now. Still, a nagging thought persisted in preventing Zartan from feeling the sense of accomplishment that the rest of his crew was currently experiencing, and that thought was, “Was this just too damn easy?” (To be continued) |
01-05-2020, 12:43 AM | #2 |
Iron Grenadier
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Great job!!!! Can't wait for more!!
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01-06-2020, 03:12 PM | #3 |
Cobra Viper
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01-06-2020, 03:18 PM | #4 |
The Man You Know & Love
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Holy shit! What an awesome read! Great job man. Can't wait till you get more uploaded.
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01-09-2020, 06:54 PM | #5 |
Zarana & Zandar
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This is an awesome continuation! I'm just wary of Zarana & Zandar being called "the siblings" - they're twins- twin siblings. :)
Great story! I love reading about my favorite characters like this!
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01-09-2020, 07:38 PM | #6 |
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I'll just come out and ask: what is your obsession with Zandar and Zarana all about? You seem fixated and don't really ever talk about anything else. I have my guesses, but I'd rather hear from you. |
01-09-2020, 10:16 PM | #7 |
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Doesn’t matter.
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01-09-2020, 10:50 PM | #8 |
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01-09-2020, 11:31 PM | #9 |
Cobra Viper
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To me the term siblings includes the subset of twins. I use them interchangeably along with the duo just to add variety to my writing. I don't know if they ever call them twins in the various continuities but it seems like a simple thing to do if it makes someone happy.
Oh, and I just finished the third and final part of the story and will post it tomorrow. It brings in a number of other Joe characters and turned out longer than expected. Hopefully everyone can stay with it. |
01-10-2020, 12:11 AM | #10 |
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Well considering all you want to do is be an asshole I will answer for her saying it doesn’t matter. And she is my friend so it has a lot to do with me.
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