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08-01-2013, 02:08 AM | #21 |
Iron Grenadier
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I agree. Great job.
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08-01-2013, 03:06 AM | #22 |
NINJA
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Need more. Lol
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08-01-2013, 03:39 AM | #23 |
Iron Grenadier
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More! I love how it turns on the classic schemes, but keeps it fun. And, yes, I was reading along and hearing the Sunbow voices! :)
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08-12-2013, 01:33 PM | #24 |
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“I present to you the Star Viper,” announced Dr Mindbender, pointing to the briefing screen. “Cybernetically enhanced to have the lightning reflexes needed to fly the Stellar Stiletto in high-speed upper-atmospheric dogfights.”
Cobra Commander sat silently, then reached forward and pulled a sheet off a covered object on the table in front of him. “Ah yes, and that is a scale model of the Stiletto,” added Mindbender, as Cobra Commander picked up the small model and turned it over in his hands. “I wasn’t aware we faced a threat from high-altitude aircraft.” “Well, not exactly, per se, but this gives us a low-Earth-orbit capability, not to mention a fantastically fast insertion and extraction aircraft.” Cobra Commander looked up sharply. “You propose using a high performance interceptor to do nap of the earth infiltration?” He examined the model closely. “With a payload of just a pilot?” “A pilot with inordinately quick reflexes,” stated Mindbender, poking the air for emphasis. “Why, he’ll be so quick he can snatch flies out of the air.” “I see. I didn’t realize you had a problem with flies in your lab.” “What? No, you don’t . . . It was just an . . .” “Stop. How will you select pilots?” “Ah, yes, well, I was going to draw them from our top test pilots –“ “And they’ll all take to these proposed enhancements?” “Hmm. Well, frankly, probably not –“ “So you intend to expend some of our best pilots in the pursuit of an expensive fly-catcher.” “Mindbender shook his head in irritation. “It’s not about the flies –“ he began, before Cobra Commander cut him off again. “And then there are the development costs in this Stiletto, designed to defeat non-existent high-altitude aerial threats. What are the projected costs?” Mindbender flipped through a file. “If you turn to page 15 of the proposal - ” “How. Much.” Mindbender turned red. “Four hundred and seventy million dollars for a working prototype. But worth every penny when you hear my plan for stealing satellite data.” “Can’t the Televipers acquire that info through various hacks, Trojans and malware?” Mindbender furrowed his brow. “I suppose it’s possible, but I’m not really sure it has the same . . .” he trailed off. “Flair?” suggested Cobra Commander. “Panache? Style?” “Well I wouldn’t have put it in those terms,” replied Mindbender. “No. You wouldn’t have put it at all. I can hack the full range of alphabet agencies for a fraction the cost of this project, even without the secondary costs of rebuilding my pilot corps and operating and maintaining a space plane for use in low-level stealth insertions.” Cobra Commander shook his head and hefted the model plane in his hand. He squeezed his hand into a fist, crushing the model, and dropped the pieces to the floor. “Do something useful for a change. Fetch a broom.” Cobra Commander turned on his heel. “And buy yourself some fly paper,” he added over his shoulder as he strode from the room. |
08-13-2013, 11:35 AM | #25 |
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These have been a great read! thank you for posting them. i admit i do like cobra commander as a ruthless CEO, lol
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09-15-2014, 09:15 PM | #26 |
Crimson Guard
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Inspired by this thread:
http://www.hisstank.com/forum/g-i-jo...n-g-i-joe.html The bored Blue Shirt sentry surreptitiously glanced at his watch. Another forty minutes before relief. He glanced at his comrade, noticing the glazed expression. “That incense smell kind of gets you stoned, doesn’t it.” The other Blue Shirt remained motionless, then blinked and jerked upright. “Oh crap, the smell, the smoke, quick, pull the smoke detector.” He scrambled for a step ladder, just as the smoke detector started screaming its piercing alarm. From behind the door came a howl of rage and the sound of smashing wood. “Goddamn Techno Vipers and their safety standards,” swore the Blue Shirt, balancing on the stepladder and ripping the battery from the detector. The other Cobra soldier waved a towel in the air, and they froze in mid-act as the door flew open. “What does it take to have some quiet around here?!” screamed Storm Shadow. Flickering lights from dozens of candles illuminated the silhouette of his kimono flapping as he waved his arms in fury. “I should skewer both of you . . . Commander.” Storm Shadow straightened slightly. The Cobra soldiers looked over their shoulders, straight into the eyes of Cobra Commander. “Oh God,” one whimpered. “Get out. And you,” said the Commander, pointing a finger at Storm Shadow. “Do up your robe.” The soldiers scurried past the Commander, who stepped closer to Storm Shadow. “You were supposed to back brief me on your assignment an hour ago.” “I was meditating.” “Brief me.” The Commander walked past Storm Shadow into the room. He fumbled on the wall until he found the light switch. Waving a hand in front of his face he gestured at the candles. “And put those stinking things out.” He gazed at the sparsely furnished room. A mattress lay in one corner. A small, neatly raked sandbox sat in another, and a pile of splintered wood that had been a low table lay in the centre, surrounded by paper, brushes and spilled ink. Racks for swords, bows and knives lined a wall. Storm Shadow, blinking in the fluorescent light, extinguished the candles and, through the haze of smoke, began talking. “I shall infiltrate the target’s lair using the “Foot that leaves no print” and the “Chameleon that blends” techniques. I shall isolate the target from his allies using the “Confounding cloud” technique. Then, using the sound of fear in his heart to guide my arrow, I shall kill him like the “Leaping jaguar.” Cobra Commander ran his fingers along assorted weapons and picked up a throwing star. He studied the patterns of light reflecting from the polished surface. “Are we talking about the same assignment? Killing the head of the New York Stock Exchange?” Storm Shadow nodded. “And your plan is to walk into the stock exchange and shoot him with an arrow?” Storm Shadow nodded. “And how are you going to get the bow past security?” Storm Shadow opened his mouth. And closed it. “I mean, why not just use a silenced pistol? Or blow up his car?” Storm Shadow frowned. “The old ways are the best ways.” “Oh come on. You have at least twenty times the range with a silenced rifle. It’s one thing to hunt squirrels in the back yard with a bow, but we’re talking about assassination here.” “I have an alternate plan,” said Storm Shadow. “I will infiltrate his residence using the “Spider’s fingers” technique. I will hide in the rafters and, when the target sleeps, lower a thread over his mouth and drip toxin down it.” Cobra Commander held up a finger. “I saw that in a James Bond movie. It didn’t work.” Storm Shadow snatched up an unoffending piece of broken wood, let out a shriek, and chopped it in two with his hand. “Hollywood is ruining Ninjitsu!” “You’re not going dressed in your white costume, are you?” “Of course I am,” replied Storm Shadow, breathing heavily. “So with the “Chameleon that walks” technique you’ll waltz right past all those men and women in office clothes while dressed like that, and they won’t notice you?” “I’ll be wearing my mask. And there will be diversions.” “What diversions?” “The Red Ninjas will feint low while I strike high.” Cobra Commander breathed deeply, and coughed at the lingering incense. “I have changed my mind. The Dreadnoks may be less conspicuous for this job. Go back to your watercolours.” Cobra Commander turned on his heel and left the room. He unsnapped his holster and fingered the spare magazine. Some range time would calm him down. |
09-15-2014, 09:37 PM | #27 |
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You have quite a talent LowTech. I look forward to your new chapters as they just provide such logical insight to the madness that was the 80's Cobra organization.
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09-16-2014, 05:03 AM | #28 |
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This is great! I really enjoy reading this type of fan fiction. I like it when Cobra Commander isss portrayed as a ruthless, feared, and intelligent individual. Please keep writing, I will continue reading this as long as you write it. I have to mention Viper6's "Crimson Cloth" which I really enjoy reading as well because he also portrays Cobra Commander as a ruthless, feared, and intelligent individual. The only thing I would like to see if you wouldn't mind adding iss a little extra sss' here and there when our Commander speaks. I like it when it happens at the end of him saying something that silences an individual or to make what he just said sound even more ruthlesss... I have to add I enjoy how our Commander corrects and sees the flaws in the plans and this is one of my favorite moments. "Cobra Commander turned to the Tele-Viper and asked,
“Is that technology feasible?” A look of horror crossed the Tele-Viper’s face and he opened his mouth. He paused a moment, and closed it. “I’m just advancing the slides, Sir,” he croaked." The small subtle things like this really adds to the story I think. Last edited by cobratrooperlui; 09-16-2014 at 05:37 AM.. Reason: just needed to get more stuff on here. |
09-24-2014, 03:46 PM | #29 |
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Quote:
Inspired by this thread:
http://www.hisstank.com/forum/g-i-jo...n-g-i-joe.html
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01-04-2015, 11:29 AM | #30 |
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Barbecue leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed. He put his hand up.
“I think I should follow the left flank team,” he said. “Why?” asked Duke. “If I’m going to be needed anywhere, it will be there.” Duke frowned and studied the scale model on the table. He picked up one of the brightly coloured figurines, representing Barbecue, and placed it behind a short row of even more garishly coloured toys. “I can’t imagine what you’ll do there, but ok.” Barbecue nodded and turned to Blowtorch. “You all carry gasoline in those tanks, right?” “Yeah. Why?” “No reason. I’ll just be ready for Type 2 fires.” They left the room and Duke turned back to the model, picking up a couple of the figurines and making them fight. “Pew pew.” ** “BATS report movement on the perimeter,” said a Televiper, who continued to monitor a bank of screens. “Scanning radio frequencies.” Major Bludd grunted, laid down his notepad and fountain pen, and studied the monitors. He frowned and pointed. “What on earth am I looking at?” “Um, well, it appears to be several men in bulky bright red and yellow outfits,” said the Televiper. He fiddled with a dial, adjusting the focus of the camera in question. “It must be a diversion of some kind,” muttered Bludd. “What do we have on the other monitors?” At that moment explosions rocked the compound, and a dense cloud of dust blew through the command post. “Switch BATS to auto-engage,” coughed Bludd. The Televiper pulled himself back onto his chair and hit a series of buttons. The staccato sound of automatic fire penetrated the command post, and Bludd glanced up at the monitors. “Those clowns are still out there,” he said, noting the brightly coloured men making their way through the narrow rocky trail towards one of the cavern entrances. “You,” said Bludd, pointing to a blue-shirt NCO. “Take a sniper, a couple of SAW Vipers and a couple of riflemen to that entrance. Deal with those jokers.” “Sir,” said the Televiper. “I really do think they’re a diversion. I just picked up the strangest signal intercept from them. They’re talking about ice cream.” “Must be code. Kill them,” he said to the NCO. *** “Ok. This is as close as we can get,” said Blowtorch. “What?” came several muffled voices. Blowtorch shook his head, unclipped his mouthpiece, and started shouting. “This is as close as we can get. The entrance is just ahead. We’ll take it in turns to deny its use. Who’s first?” “Tom-Henry can go first,” said Charbroil. “He totally screwed up that last tailgate party, burning all the steaks.” “Yeah, I agree,” said Blast-Off. “And he goes on about being so cool under pressure. Well, go on then Mr Ice Cream Man. Burn off the sentries.” Ice Cream Soldier shook his head. “You guys just won’t lay off will you. Cook hundreds of great burgers, but you think I’m remembered for that?” “Oh get over it,” said Blowtorch. “You’re always going on about your bullet proof shin pads. Put them to use. Get up there and lay down some flames.” Ice Cream Soldier looked for a good sized rock for cover. There weren’t any. He sighed, adjusted the heavy flamethrower on his back, and started walking. *** “Are these guys for real?” asked the Cobra sniper. “I dunno,” said the NCO. “Just kill him when I tell you to. You can do that, right?” “Well, don’t wait too long. His outfit is so bright it’s hurting my eye through the scope.” A SAW Viper chuckled, leaned into the butt of his weapon, and sighted on the three brightly coloured figures in the rear. *** Ice Cream Soldier gauged the distance to the entrance, shrugged, and aimed his flamethrower. He hit the ignition and as he squeezed the trigger he saw a flash from the shadows of the cavern. His world exploded in flame. “Holy crap!” shouted Charbroil, as Ice Cream Soldier jerked in a blazing pillar of flame. Barbecue pushed past them, aiming his fire extinguisher and dousing Ice Cream Soldier in a cloud of foam. He could hear the crack of bullets whipping past his head and turned to see the three flamethrower troops ditching their heavy tanks and running. A bullet pierced a tank and more jellied gasoline caught fire. “Bugger,” cursed Barbecue. He glanced at the crumpled figure at his feet, the once bright red and yellow outfit a smoldering mess of blackened material with the smell of roasted meat. Barbecue ran, slipping on the now-greasy rocks, more bullets chipping stone around him. *** “Where’d you learn to shoot?” asked the NCO, cuffing the SAW Viper across the back of the head. “That’s three bursts and you’ve missed each time.” The SAW Viper scowled and adjusted his sights. “It’s an area weapon. Sometimes people in the beaten zone get lucky. I won’t miss next time.” “You’d better not,” said the NCO, picking up a radio. *** “You did what?!” shouted Cobra Commander. “We fended off a Joe assault,” said Major Bludd. “The base sustained minor damage, but we took no casualties and killed one Joe.” Cobra Commander picked up the television monitor and threw it to the ground, smashing it. He paced the small room, breathing heavily, and waved to a Televiper. “Get me another link to Bludd.” The Televiper set up the link in moments. “You actually killed a Joe?” “Well,” replied Bludd. “One of our snipers hit a flamethrower tank and burned a Joe to death.” Cobra Commander shook his head. “Now what do we do?” he whispered to himself. “But . . . well, it might not have been a real Joe,” added Major Bludd. Cobra Commander cocked his head and waved with his hand. “Well, our radio intercept caught the name “Ice Cream Soldier.”” “What?!” “Yeah. It’s a stupid name. And you should have seen his get-up.” “Well that alright then. That’s a ridiculous name. Clearly not a real Joe. What a relief. Carry on.” Cobra Commander cut the link and fingered his holster. “I’m going to get a little target practice in,” he told the Televiper, walking out of the room. ___ Inspired by the discussion about Ice Cream Soldier over here: http://www.hisstank.com/forum/g-i-jo...-all-time.html |
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