#Tarmicle roving

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shout out to my beautiful wife Eri and my husband Tarmicle Roving III.

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Updated: November 22, 2024

Reworked Character #2: Tarma Roving

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to underage drinking, crime, an unhealthy romance, death, and torture.

Real name: Tarmicle Ignacio Roving III

Alias: Mister Nice Buddy

Occupation: Captain of the P.F. Squad

Retirement plans: Open a motorcycle shop, develop reliable cybernetic prosthetics for hospital use, and start a family

Special skills: Proficiency in Slugs, heavy duty firearms, and resource management, robotic engineering, weaponsmithing, mechanics, and bivouacking

Hobbies: Customising motorcycles while listening to rock music, drawing detailed blueprints for weaponry and vehicles, collecting action figures and scale models of military machines, looking for cool bugs and rocks, and camping

Likes: Beautiful women and men, hugging people he cares about, solitary journeys on his motorcycle, spending time in the great outdoors, and the toy version of SV-001 that Marco gifted him on his 22nd birthday

Dislikes: Social isolation, his frequent nosebleeds, shallow and rude people (such as Gimlet), feeling powerless when preventing his friends from getting injured, and insults that feed into his insecurities about his academic intelligence

Favourite food: Rice prepared with fermented soybeans, mustard, boiled eggs, and scallions

Sexuality: Sex-favourable, straight-leaning bisexual

Gender: Male

Age: 17 (in 2022), 23 (in 2028), 25 (in 2030), 27 (in 2032), 29 (in 2034), 36 (in 2041), 38 (in 2043), 39 (in 2044), and 42 (in 2047)

Blood type: AB+

Weight: 227 lbs. (102 kg)

Design: He’s a 5’ 11” (180.34 cm) Japanese endomorph of American and Mexican descent with a partial beer belly, rigid muscles, broad shoulders, and sienna skin. He has sunburst green-hazel eyes and fingernails that are painted a dull gold. He has maroon hair with medium-length parted bangs, featuring two distinctive ahoge cowlicks in the centre, alongside sideburns, a neatly trimmed goatee, and subtle curls. Like Marco, he bears nasty battle scars: badly burned flesh from the right side of his neck to the left deltoid; multiple lacerations crisscrossing his back, forearms, and thighs; his left ring finger is partially severed; a couple of bullet wounds are visible just below his left lumbar region; and a scar snakes down from the right side of his forehead to the middle of his left cheek. He has a horizontal scar in the centre of his neck, a result of a sleepwalking incident involving Marco, who nearly slit his throat with a kitchen knife.

His right forearm was replaced by a cybernetic prosthetic, crafted from ultra-durable, lightweight metal plated and reinforced with tungsten nanotubes. Vein-like fibres of superconducting nanowire mesh enable seamless integration with his nervous system. The prosthetic features a retractable plasma cannon that fires two types of projectiles: yellowish-white ionised energy blasts that deliver intense electrical discharges; and metallic purple-green goo, a highly corrosive and acidic substance capable of burning through virtually any material. Beneath the plasma cannon, a nanotech-enhanced, razor-sharp blade retracts seamlessly into the cutting-edge prosthetic. Forged from a nearly indestructible alloy, the gilded blade is micro-serrated for optimal tissue and armour penetration.

His military gear consists of red-tinted sunglasses, a metal dog tag necklace with his name, a walnut brown T-shirt with ripped sleeves, a rusty orange fingerless glove on his left hand, and a burgundy leather belt with a snap-on gold buckle. He wears a saffron-yellow vest with four pockets, featuring an embroidered logo of the P.F. Squad on the back. He also wears citron army cargo pants tucked under burgundy paratrooper boots, a sheath for his combat knife, and a gun holster for a handgun he rarely uses. He once ripped the right knee of his cargo pants, but Fio mended it with a patch of butterscotch-hued fabric. The pockets of Tarma’s vest carry around an old cigarette box, a silver lighter, the key to his first customisable motorcycle, and a toy version of SV-001.

Over his T-shirt, he dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries around his walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. His forearms are wrapped in dirty gauze, and he wears two dark brown bandoliers: one drapes over his left shoulder, holding sticks of dynamite, while the other wraps above his belt, holding bullets for his handgun. Tarma carries around a citron load-bearing backpack that contains camping equipment, tactical explosives, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, mechanic tools, a flame shot, two machine guns, an enemy chaser, and a laser gun. He has three piercings: a gilded septum as well as a silvery vertical curved barbell and a ring adorning his left eyebrow.

Tarma acquired a stolen katana called Murasame, renowned for its unique ability to self-cleanse its blackened steel blade, allowing it to remain razor-sharp. The katana features a distinctive wave-shaped hamon, a tangerine-hued handle wrapped in gilded cord, and a hexagonal silvery guard. The katana's crimson hardwood sheath features a golden straightened carp design, while the blade itself bears the Japanese inscription “血液洗浄” (Ketsueki Senjō), meaning "blood washing" in English, elegantly written on the right side.

His beloved motorcycle, built at just 15 years old, is a custom black and flame-coloured Harley-Davidson 42WLA. The bike's gas tank showcases a stunning design: an azure Japanese dragon wrapping around a bronze eagle with outstretched wings. He extensively modified his first motorcycle, integrating a missile-firing launcher between the handlebars and installing two 12.6mm calibre Vulcan cannons (similar to those found on the SV-001) towards the front. Additionally, he fitted a bulletproof carrier at the rear, coated in a durable silvery dark grey paint, which houses a shotgun and thirty corresponding shell holders.

Character summary: He often pokes fun at the overly serious Marco, much to his annoyance, yet still holds him in the highest esteem as a heroic soldier. Whenever he's away from Marco and can't contact him, he starts to worry about his safety. But when Marco returns safe and sound, he's instantly relieved and overjoyed to see that he's okay. The idea of Marco going missing or dying an untimely death would leave him feeling deeply melancholic, empty, and lonely. Tarma is fiercely loyal to Marco, willing to put his life on the line for him and offer comfort during his darkest moments. They share a remarkably harmonious relationship, rarely engaging in conflict or brotherly banter, as Marco is thoughtful of his emotional sensitivity.

As a flirtatious and affectionate individual, he frequently tries his luck with women and men who catch his eye, regardless of their faction affiliation. Although his advances often end in rejection, he doesn't let it discourage him and won't pursue them aggressively, viewing them as minor setbacks. Although his advances are rarely reciprocated, when they are, the encounters tend to be brief and sexually intimate, and he’s comfortable with that.

He has very strong romantic feelings for Fio, but struggles to express them. He enjoys spending time with her, sharing stories about his day and telling jokes. However, he occasionally comes across as a bit awkward in her presence. Once he and Fio enter into a romantic relationship, he exudes greater confidence in his feelings for her, leading to a deepening of their emotional connection and a profound level of intimacy and supportiveness. He adores it when Fio showers him with kisses, praise, and loving compliments, and he happily returns the affection. He sometimes gets into debates with Fio over what they should or shouldn’t do, but he always remains calm and tries to find a mutually beneficial solution that they can both agree on. He holds Marco dear as his queerplatonic partner, a bond that strengthens when Marco joins him and Fio in a polyamorous relationship. He feels at ease sharing his dorky side and vulnerable emotions with Fio and Marco, finding comfort and acceptance in their presence.

He genuinely cares about Eri and strives to treat her with kindness and respect. However, her tendency to socially withdraw from him, coupled with her constant belittling and physical confrontations, makes it challenging for him. Fortunately, Marco and Eri's team of Ptolemaic defectors frequently intervene to stop these confrontations. Due to Eri's animosity towards him, he harbours a deep-seated fear of her and tends to distance himself from her, particularly when she's intoxicated or near Fio. He wants to tell her that he ended their relationship years ago because she was using him as a distraction from her own problems and to fulfill her own self-centred needs, but he's hesitant to express his feelings, fearing it might escalate her hatred of him.

He's a loyal, clumsy, and fun-loving hothead with an adventurous spirit and a readiness to put up a good fight when necessary. He has a breezy and slightly sarcastic attitude, paired with a great imagination that shines when designing innovative weapons and vehicles. He has a clever talent for stirring up distractions and sparking moral self-reflection in those around him. He’s emotionally intelligent, going to great lengths to ensure the happiness of his friends, comrades, and loved ones. Tarma has a great sense of humour, often cracking jokes that span various comedy genres to diffuse tension in most situations, but it can become annoying at times. He has a hearty appetite, which becomes particularly evident after completing gruelling missions involving intense combat. Due to his strong sense of justice, he’s a vigilante at heart with protective instincts. If someone he loves is harmed, he will stop at nothing to ensure they receive the justice they deserve, showing no mercy to those responsible.

He has mild ADHD, which sometimes leads to spontaneous and curious thoughts and questions that he openly shares with those he trusts most. He feels deeply hurt and frustrated by Gimlet's mocking comments about his neurodiversity and physical differences, which escalate into intense confrontations. The mere mention of the Great Morden War triggers severe anxiety, culminating in violent panic attacks, vivid flashbacks, and haunting night terrors that disrupt his sleep. However, beneath his nonchalant and optimistic facade, he struggles with insecurities about his intelligence and mental slowness. Despite his enjoyment of being lively and a tad mischievous, he can't shake the feeling that he's a nuisance. Whenever he feels like he's about to cry, he quickly runs off to find a hiding place, fearing that others will mock him for his sensitivity. Tarma will only cry in front of others when he's feeling completely overwhelmed and people are aggressively yelling at him.

He's very patient, but sometimes his patience wears thin, and he snaps when he's feeling reasonably irritated. Although he isn't hesitant to assert himself respectfully when misunderstood, threatened or emotionally hurt, there are times when his approach comes across as rude and crass, leaving him feeling remorseful. He's incredibly passionate about vehicles, weaponry, and cybernetic prosthetics, often enthusiastically sharing his knowledge when asked. However, he's also fiercely protective of his interests and can take offence when someone criticises or disrespects them, particularly if they're models he's personally built or repaired.

He’s fiercely protective of his friends and comrades, willing to stand up to bullies and threats with a serious and intimidating demeanour. However, his strong sense of loyalty can sometimes lead to physical confrontations when pushed beyond his limits. He's generally humble and becomes slightly flustered when praised for his work and being a good friend, but occasionally exhibits overconfidence in his tactical abilities and creative projects. He can be quite reckless on the battlefield and during stealth-oriented missions, which occasionally puts his friends in potentially perilous situations, yet he always manages to keep them safe and unharmed. He strongly opposes racism, fat shaming, and the stigma surrounding mental health issues, viewing them as dehumanising obstacles to equity and healthy relationships.

He's surprisingly gentle and exceptionally kind to children, going to great lengths to rescue them from harm, ensure their emotional well-being, and provide companionship. When sleeping, he snores loudly and often talks in his sleep, uttering fragmented sentences during his most terrifying nightmares and pleasant dreams. He likes to drink with his friends after a long mission, but he often gets wasted and becomes silly, jovial, overly affectionate, and short-tempered.

He holds that morality is shaped by a combination of factors, including parental guidance, cultural influences, universal moral laws, and the capacity to establish ethical principles. He believes that everyone has inherent dignity that encourages them to follow ethical rules that are morally sound and logical. He thinks it's best to avoid contradictions and hypocritical behaviour by not following rules that are irrational and morally wrong. In his view, the morality of an action is determined by the action itself, rather than its consequences. Interestingly, despite being a soldier, he's a pacifist who believes that individuals can confront threats to peace in any way they deem necessary, even if it means compromising their personal morals. Furthermore, he sees life and death as fundamental opposites that are perpetually in conflict with each other.

Backstory: Tarmicle Ignacio Roving III was born on May 1, 2005 in Hokkaido, Japan. He was born into a large, diverse family. His father, Fabriclus Cristóbal Roving, is a distinguished Mexican-American military man. His mother, Koharu Nakabayashi, is a Japanese miniature painter and a retired army nurse who formerly served in the Regular Army. He has several siblings: Ildefonso, a firefighter and his older half-brother; Milagrosa, the lead singer of an alternative rock band and his older half-sister; twins Daisuke, a biochemist, and Ryōsuke, a medical engineer, who are his older brothers; and Calpurne, a fighter jet pilot who serves in the Regular Army and his younger sister. Fabriclus named him after his great-great-great-grandfather, Tarmicle Ignacio Roving Jr., to keep his legacy alive.

He often tells Tarma stories about the heroic actions of his namesake, who saved the lives of millions of innocent people from corrupt regimes and criminal exploitation. He also likes to tell Tarma stories about his experiences in the military, often mentioning a man named Alessandro Germi and describing the wars he had fought in. He taught his children to speak both Spanish and English and imparted valuable life lessons that they all embraced, including embracing failure and cultivating optimism. Tarma vaguely remembers Fabriclus sharing that he considered retiring after his first wife passed away from breast cancer complications. However, it wasn't until he met his second wife, Koharu, while she treated his injuries he sustained during a battle against high-risk criminals seeking to spark global anarchy, that he officially retired and started a new family with her.

He has a cousin named Achilles, who lives in Missouri, United States and owns a motorcycle shop. Achilles is notable for his habit of constantly combing his light orange pompadour and for sparking Tarma's strong passion for motorcycles. In contrast, his father fostered his interest in tanks, fighter planes, and the great outdoors, while Milagrosa ignited his love for rock music. He thoroughly enjoyed playing, exploring, and causing mischief with Calpurne, who matched his lively energy and vibrant imagination. However, their playtime wasn't without its challenges as she would occasionally take his toys without permission—though this rarely seemed to bother him.

At the age of 3, he met his childhood friend Tabomba when Tabomba's Filipino family moved in next door. Surprisingly, Tabomba sparked Tarma's interest in trains as well as cool bugs and rocks. Although they rarely see each other nowadays due to Tabomba's work as a marine biologist, they make an effort to meet up whenever they're both off work and on vacation.

His family frequently travelled across Japan, the United States, and Mexico, especially during summer and winter breaks, to visit relatives, enjoy the outdoors, and have fun. During a trip to Hiroshima at the age of 7, he met a girl named Chizuko, who was wearing an olive green bandanna. They quickly became friends after building a sand castle and finding worms under a large rock at a local park near the orphanage where Chizuko was staying. Sadly, they couldn't spend much time together because Tarma's family had planned to stay in Hiroshima for only two weeks and wanted to explore every attraction the city had to offer. Fortunately for the two, his family returned to Hiroshima a few times, once during a summer break and again to care for a sick relative.

At the playground and in elementary school, he faced bullying, responding in one of two ways: either he would remain oblivious to the taunts or burst into tears and rush to the safety of his parents or seek the teacher's intervention. He was bullied a lot at school because of his mental slowness, hyperactivity, and perceived "annoying" nature, and for not fitting traditional Japanese physical standards. Like him, Tabomba faced both racial and size-based discrimination, but found unwavering support in Tarma, who cherished their friendship. To combat Tabomba's isolation, Tarma would often keep him company, whether completing homework and assignments together or spending time together after school. Their favourite activities included playing video games, visiting the park, and watching action and comedy movies.

He had a couple of girlfriends and boyfriends in high school, but they didn't last very long. In high school, he started fighting back, engaging in fistfights and enduring street beatings as he struggled to cope with the constant bullying. He also began experimenting with building custom-made motorcycles as a way to initially impress those he was romantically interested in, and later found that it helped to calm his nerves.

Tragically, the bullying escalated to the point where Tarma felt overwhelmed and feared that reporting it to his teachers or parents would only create more problems and burden them further. So, he made the desperate decision to run away from home on his motorcycle, heading towards Hiroshima. Once there, he encountered Chizuko again, but she was different from the last time he met her. She was now the leader of a notorious street gang. Chizuko coaxed him into hanging out with her at their rundown hideout, where they drank beer and vodka stolen from a local alcohol shop. Tarma reluctantly agreed, but was thrilled to reunite with Chizuko after 8 years.

At the hideout, they caught up on each other's lives as Tarma had a couple of beers and Chizuko drank vodka from a bottle. Things took an unexpected turn when Chizuko got physically close to him, complimenting his appearance in a seductive manner. Their friendship evolved into a sexual relationship, which was Tarma's first. They spent many nights together, and he even participated in a few crimes with her, including theft and drug sales. Tarma would also start to develop a nicotine habit and, more positively, learn effective coping mechanisms and assertiveness skills to manage stress and stand up for himself.

However, their relationship was short-lived. Tarma ended things and returned home after discovering that Chizuko had been using him to fulfill her physical desires and distract herself from her trauma, while also advancing the interests of her gang. He would later reunite with Chizuko, now going by the name Eri, but she had become bitter, socially withdrawn, and aggressive, pushing him away.

After graduating from junior high school and enjoying the first week of his summer break, Tarma immediately enrolled in the Officers Academy of Special Tactics and Battle. In addition to his impressive engineering and mechanical skills, he achieved a notable feat at the age of 20 by rescuing President Marx, the CEO of a prominent defence contractor that supplies the Regular Army with weaponry, tanks, and other essential equipment. The Peregrine Falcons Squad took notice of this achievement and invited him to join the team, which he happily accepted.

Here, he met and befriended a lonely Marco after discussing their interests, reminiscing about their childhoods, and enjoying a couple of beers together. He would slowly develop a queerplatonic relationship with Marco, built on a deep appreciation for his company, a genuine desire to ensure his happiness and well-being, and a strong attraction to his physical beauty and intellect. He would also befriend Tequila, who imparted valuable mechanic skills to him and taught him specialised painting techniques for sheet metal, ensuring a durable finish that wouldn't chip, a lesson Tarma would always treasure. During the Great Morden War, he learned that Marco, alongside Tequila, was selected for the counteroffensive against Morden and quickly volunteered to join him, wanting to support his best friend.

During the Great Morden War, Tarma, Marco, and other members of the P.F. Squad, S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S., and Regular Army were ambushed by General Morden and his soldiers. They subjected everyone to rigorous torture, leaving them with lasting mental and physical scars. The Rebel soldiers and Allen O'Neil mercilessly taunted him, exploiting his sensitivity during the torture. Like Marco, Tarma was forced to witness the brutal slaughter and torture of his comrades and friends, which was emotionally painful to watch. However, he devised a clever escape plan by distracting the guards holding the key to his prison and appealing to their conscience. This unexpectedly worked, allowing him to overpower them, rescue Marco, and help his best friend thwart Morden's plans for world domination.

During his escape, Tarma received an unexpected gift from a Rebel soldier known as Guil, designed to aid him in future battles: the mysterious katana Murasame, renowned for its self-cleansing properties, which the Rebel Army had seized during their invasion of Japan. Touched by Guil's kindness, Tarma expressed his gratitude, and this brief encounter challenged his assumption that all Rebel Infantrymen were ruthless and loyal only to Morden's ideology. Rumours suggest that the cleansing properties of Murasame may be attributed to the Martians or the advanced technology of the Tuatha Dé Danann. However, Tarma remains skeptical and dismisses such claims as mere speculation.

After the end of the fearsome battle against General Morden and the Rebel Army, he rose through the ranks to become Captain of the P.F. Squad. He played a key role in the suppression of the second coup, getting a chance to fight alongside Fio and Eri. Notably, he saved Marco from a laser blast by the Hozmi that could have been fatal, earning himself a reputation as a hero and the true linchpin of the P.F. Squad. During the conflict with the Arabian Infantry, Tarma bravely rescued a baby and several children who had been orphaned by Rebel soldiers. He subsequently facilitated their adoption, providing them with an opportunity for a safe and nurturing upbringing. He lost his right forearm during a fight against Allen O'Neil, which was later replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic that he designed and built with the help of Regular Army scientists and Pupipi.

Tarma's exceptional talent for building motorcycles, rivalling that of professionals, had led him to consider retirement. However, these plans have been put on hold due to the persistent and desperate pleas of his spineless superiors to continue his service in the military.

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Metal Slug Past life Ch 20

“Looks like your farm animals are back, Major Rossi.” said Rasha, reviewing any security footage of last night kidnapping. The squads are in The Hawk Unit's briefing room that use to be an old Ballroom that is now filled with computers, radars, and communication radios for The Hawk Unit to keep in touch with each other and with Sparrows and The PF Squad. Ferdinand was ordered to speed up the video up to the time of the kidnapping. But it was nothing but futile when Jonas's face appeared in front of the camera with his now blood smeared goat mask. He raised a finger with a runkavle glowing on his finger and the camera footage reset back to the beginning. No clues on how they got in or how they got Kartu and Oguma out without being spotted. “According to the reports, my men said these masked men and a woman used some kind of spell to freeze them in place and they couldn't move till they were gone. They acted like as if they done these multiple times before.” said Rasha, looking over the report while smoking her pipe. Marco glanced them over. “They have done it before and The Ikari Warriors will swear it up and down about it too. They too have encountered these mask men and got frozen in time by them,” Marco puts the reports back on the table and looks back at the paused image of Jonas, “We got their GPS location and we'll find them and Morden too.” Marco held a meeting with the rest of The Squad to discuss what their next move will be and they agreed to split up once again. Trevor will take Nadia, Walter, and Tyra and stay behind to give The Hawk Unit any help they need in case The Rebel and The Twilight Seeker come back to fight them again while Marco and the rest go after Kartu and Oguma. Rasha and Kevin bid good-bye to The Squad and thanks them for helping them out and providing them any transportation they needed and they took a jeep to travel to their destination. Tarma did the driving and Marco sat in the front while Fio and Eri sat in the back. Arms folded, Marco sat back and watch the scenery go by. Ravens were gathering in a dead tree nearby, their eyes watching the jeep driving by as if they're expecting them to swerve and all die in a car crash. It was unsettling for Marco no thanks to his current dream he had with those birds gazing down at him and watching his every move and dread about it coming true. “I'll be so glad for this mission to be done and over with already,” said Tarma “I'm planning to see my parents when they give us the next day off. My mom told me they're going to move to the city and sell my grandfather's house.” “Are you going to plan to buy it from them?” Fio asked him and Tarma shook his head, “I would love to if we don't have this war going on right now. I would spend a lot of time giving it a fresh coat of paint and fix anything that is broke unless my dad took care of it. Then it'll be just painting. Also, I thought about getting a cat like Patches to live with me.” Eri quietly smiled at the thought of Tarma lazing about on the front porch with a soft little kitty on his lap to gently stroke while it sleeps. The whole road rumbled and Tarma slammed on the brakes hard enough that it almost threw everyone out of their seats. “What the Hell was that?” said Marco and they all got out of the Jeep to check. Behind them is a huge pile of rocks and blown up trees thrown around and Eri walked up to inspect the damage. “This no ordinarily rocks slide. Someone planted a bomb and set it off the minute we drove by. They were either aiming to kill us and missed or they were planning to block the road on us and failed.” Tarma shrugged, “I guess we keep going where we're heading and call for a ride later.” “Oh no, Mr. Tarmicle Roving The Third. You'll be calling for that ride right now.” said an elderly voice. They turned around and standing before them is Horatio Kronos and his grandson, Jonas. The young man has left his mask behind and showing his face to them for the first time. “Horatio Kronos. So we finally meet.” said Marco, folding his arms. Horatio smiled and let out a small chuckle, “It was bound to happen sooner or later, Marchrius Dennis Rossi. Same with you, Eri Kasamoto and Fiolina Germi or by your cute nickname by everyone, Fio.” “Okay, this is freaking me out now. How do you know all of our names without asking? It's no doubt that General Morden told you about all of us when you two first met.” Tarma sneered at him and Horatio was finding this to be amusing. “Oh no, Tarmicle or should I say, Tarma. I have known all about you humans long before a grieving man declared war on the world who turned its back on him and took his son away. Believe me, you all leaving right now will be spared from the trouble you're about to go through to get Kartu and that parasite everyone calls Oguma.” “We're not going anywhere until we know they're rescued and brought home.” Fio shouted at him and shook his head and sigh, “Young lady, you and your friends don't understand why we have to kidnap them. The timeline is unstable and it's going to collapse and take all life on earth with it. If you care about all life on this planet, you call for that ride and go back and forget about Kartu and Oguma.” Marco glared at him, “Why are you going through all of this trouble just for one guy?” Marco asked them. Horatio looked Marco in the eyes and looked at his grandson and back at Marco. “Because that man is the missing source to fix the broken timeline and without him, we're all going to die.” Horatio replied. Marco opened his mouth and they heard tanks, Rebels moving in and loading and pointing their guns at them, and the growing sound of an engine of a transport copter heading toward them. It touched down and the blades slowly stopped. The door opened and stepping out was General Morden follow by Allen O'Neil and his son. Marco and The Squad reach for their guns but stopped when Allen O'Neil and his son drew close with more soldiers, surrounding them in a ring of guns. Tarma can feel the barrel of Allen O'Neil's gun poking at his skull and laughing menacingly at him. “Trap as the rats you all are.” He mocked them. They held their hands up in the air in a sign of surrendering. Marco narrowing his eyes at Morden while he passes them by, his trigger finger is itching to put a bullet in that man's skull. Horatio approaches him. “General Morden. What a nice sur-” Morden drew his gun out and shot Horatio where he stands. “Grandfather!” Jonas ran to his wounded grandfather's side and more Rebels moved in, pointed their guns at him and Horatio. “So, Horatio Kronos. You think you can play me like a fiddle till you broke all the strings on it? You're not the only one who can play someone like a sucker.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small stone. “How did you steal my Grandfather's stone?” Jonas shouted out of rage and ready to attack him but he can't with the guns pointing at him. General Morden had that twisted smile on his face. “It's easy, you little brat. After the said meeting with your grandfather, I thought I recognize that pretty stone anywhere and had my researcher dig up some information and after I learned that anyone who touches it can see into the future and so I have one of my spies, disguised as a janitor go into your office and steal it for me. When I touched that stone, I saw how your old geezer was going to backstab me and I thought I do the stabbing, or should I say, the shooting first.” Morden burst out into a morbid laugh. Marco clenched his fists and took off running. “You son of a-” His gun raised, finger on the trigger and gunshots rang through the air and Fio screamed out Marco's name. Tears ran from her eyes and Tarma was shouting Marco's name. General Morden's gun was smoking and Marco laid on the ground in agonizing pain. Bullet wounds scattered all over his chest but missing all of his vital organs and veins. His shirt is soaking up his blood and he pulled himself toward his gun while winching in pain to grab it. General Morden coldly strolls up to Marco and kicked the gun away and then presses the heel of his boot on the bullet wounds on his shoulder, making Marco crying out in pain. It was music to his ears and torture to his enemy. “Please stop! You're making his pain worse!” Fio cried out but General Morden ignored her and crouched down and held Marco's face in one hand. “I finally clipped your wings, Rossi,” The General with a smug expression on his face. “I can not wait to display your corpse on a plaque to show the whole world how easy it was to take their mighty warrior down.” Marco breathing was heavy, he's feeling light headed and he could barely move. His vision was giving out on him and he groaned in pain. “But, I could spare you and your friends' pathetic lives if you say one little thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth, Rossi. All I want you to say is 'You win, General Morden. We surrender.’ Six easy little words and we'll get you the medical help you need.” Tarma does not like where this is going. He knows the Major well. He would rather die than be defeat by the hands of that monster. “Fio, I want you to come over here. I don't want you to see what he might do next to him.” Fio was sobbing and nodded. She moved toward him and Tarma slowly and carefully while glaring at Allen O'Neil and his son put an arm around Fio and hid her face against his chest. The last thing Marco wants is Fio seeing him being killed by General Morden. It's too much for her to see him getting tortured right now. Marco struggled for breath and gathered up what breathe he got. “You....You...” General Morden motioned with his hand while smirking at him to spit out. “You...You're going to be buried six feet under, Morden.” Marco spat blood in his face and The General returned the favor by landing a blowing kick into Marco's side and then grabbing him by his hair and slamming him against a nearby tank. Gun pointed at Marco's head and ready to be shot off. “So this is how you're going to play it, Rossi? Be shot like some mangy animal? I shot wounded animals who gave me a better fight than this!” Marco can feel his baleful gaze upon him and smirk, “Shooting a man with his back turned. You really are a sniveling coward.” General Morden's eye twitch. “At least I'm sparing you from watching me murder your friends, Rossi. Good riddance to you, you Regular Military Puppet!” What could Tarma do to save his friend's life from this psychopath's wrath? If he dares to move to save him, they would all be gunned down in an instant. With a morbid grin, General Morden rested his finger on the trigger. There was no bang, no dead body, and no final victory for General Morden. A blur passed them by and General Morden face of joy turned to shock as he witnesses his gun falling into pieces and clinking on the ground and on top of each other. Standing behind him laughing was Celestial, glove claws out and ready to strike again. General Morden expression changed to terror once the chaos is set in motion. Bronco came charging in, catching Allen O'Neil off guard with a punch to the face. Hellhound with his fiery punch not only knocking out Allen O'Neil's son but burning off half of his beard. Jonas moved out of the way when Poe came swooping in with her knife, slitting the throats of two Rebel soldiers. This was their chance to escape from The Rebels' grasp and they shot the soldiers down and moved quickly toward Marco after General Morden dropped him. “Major, can you hear us?” Tarma carefully rolled him on his back. He moans and fought to keep his eyes open. “T-Tarma, what happened?” he weakly asked him. “We're going to retreat is what's going to happen.” he replied. General Morden screamed. The Squad turned their attention toward Horatio steadily getting himself off the ground and brushing the dirt off of his jacket. He turned his hateful eyes to Morden and snap his fingers to summon his henchmen over and beckon his grandson to his side. His blood wasn't red, it was black and glittering like the night sky. “I knew I should have killed you when you set foot into my office.” Horatio snarled. Blue auras glowed around them and one by one, they revealed their true forms, Grims. Standing in Horatio's spot is a black goat and he wore a half broken hourglass around his neck and surrounding him is a Horse, Black Dog, Raven, Rooster, and Jonas in his goat form too. “Grims...” Marco weakly whispers. “They were all Grims all this long.” Marco passed out from his injury and they went to work to help him. General Morden coward before them. Terrified of these anthropomorphic Grims and Horatio approaches him, his red eyes burning into The General's darkened soul. “From studying you humans and how you think, act, and feel. I learned something that you all fear more than death. The painful misery that you're forced to live with till the day you die.” General Morden whimpered, scared to find out what he means. Horatio summoned a band of runkavle around his hands and he slapped his hands together on each side of General Morden's head and stepped back and waited. Confused at first for what he did and all of the sudden The Squad witness in fright as they watched General Morden grabbing at his face, screaming about his eye gone missing and crying out his son's name and stumbling in his steps like his legs stopped working. “What did you do to him?” Eri shouted, locking her eyes on the frantic man, screaming for help and calling for his son. Horatio turned and looked at them, “I'm making him relive the day when his son died in that terrorist bombing.” Marco breathing grew worst and he steps forward and checks on him, “I never wanted this to happen. All I wanted is to do my job with little to no bloodshed.” Fio was all out of medicine and bandages and Horatio and snapped his fingers again and all five of them approach. “Poe, I need you to give Mr. Rossi some medicine to help him sleep and ease the pain, Bronco, I want you and Hellhound to carry him to the truck we got parked not far from us, and Poe and Celestial, I want you to escort his friends and Jonas. If any of them try to fight us. Freeze them.”

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Metal Slug Past Life Ch 7

Out of a fit of rage, General Morden smashed his glass of Old Parr onto the floor, then another glass, and another. If that wasn't enough he even grabbed Allen O'Neil's glass of beer that he thankfully finished before his enraging boss grabbed it out of his hand and shattered it. Horatio calmly sat at his desk and sipped his wine and pressed the intercom button on his desk and requested his secretary to bring up the janitor and fill in an order for more scotch glasses and a new rug. General Morden's fists were clenched; he's breathing heavily and turned to stare at Horatio, nostril flaring and pupil dilated. Horatio grabbed his wine bottle and glass to keep them out of reach and tucked them inside his desk drawer. “Got it all out of your system, General?” he smoothly asked him. “Out of my system? That's all you have to say when Major Rossi and the PF Squad made a mockery out me again? That hunk of junk you called the perfect weapon was blown to scrap metal and was lucky to even flown back in one place.” He slams his hands on Horatio's desk, disturbing his papers and making pens roll off his desk. He leaned in enough to invade the man's person space. Horatio can smell the scent of Scotch on his breath, “And you're asking me if I got it all out of my system? You should be thankful that I didn't throw you out the window!” He pointed right at it. Horatio got out of his chair and walked around it. He fixed up his tie and took great care to tug on his coat to remove any folds on it and rid of any wrinkles. “My apologies about this Rossi character and his friends making a fool out of you in front of your army and your High Commanding Officers,” he said, “We will make sure that The Dusk Eater will be up and running again to terrorize any bases, villages, and cities as you please.” He gave General Morden an assuring pat on the shoulder, “Now then, it won't hurt to keep being optimistic after all of this, General.” General Morden suddenly went from being infuriating to smiling and being cheerful and this made Allen O'Neil suspicious. His boss was never the kind to go from mad to feeling happy in seconds. Everyone at the base would avoid him like the plague when he's in one of his foul moods. Even if they brought him his favorite drink and food. “You're right, Horatio,” he chuckled and gave Horatio a friendly slap on the shoulder. “I'll give The Dusk Eater a second chance. Now then, I must not waste any time. I got a war to win and Major Rossi to kill once and for all.” He boomed with laughter and headed toward the office door. Allen O'Neil was scratching his head and looked over his shoulder at Horatio, who is smiling and waving them a friendly goodbye. The Second in Command then turned for the door and leaves. Allen O'Neil jr meanwhile was leaning against a desk, trying to flirt with the secretary who's been giving him the cold shoulders and kept working at her computer. He quickly turned his attention to the door and saluted to General Morden who strolled by with a smile on his face and it threw Allen O'Neil jr off. “What's with the General, dad?” he asked his father, “I don't know but we better keep a close eye on him. I got a feeling that Old man did something to him.” Horatio's grin faded away and his serious expression was back again. He looked at his right hand and see the Runkayle symbol faintly glowing on his hand and he lightly closed it. He opened it again to see the symbol faded into nothingness and looked out the window. It has been ages since he used his magic on a human and he only uses it as a last resort option. He stepped out of his office at a fast paced, passed the Janitor and stepped into the elevator with his grandson, Jonas who was coming to see him. “Any reports?” he asked him, tracing his finger under the column of floor buttons to reveal a hidden one and presses it. “The reading for Time and Space spiked again. The data we got off of The Dusk Eater said a man name of Tarma or Tarmicle Roving the Third had interaction with one of The Time Rifts. It threw The Dusk Eater off on the hunt for The Missing Source.” said Jonas. Horatio nodded, “I see. I want to hear your reports now on your mission to Coalwood.” The young man was hesitant and cleared his throat. “We did get The Dusk Eater back in one shape and I went back to their base to find any parts left behind but I encountered their leader, Marchrius Dennis Rossi, who was in a room all by himself with a Time Rift,” Horatio looked at him from the corner of his eyes, wanting his grandson to keep going, he can see the young man is nervous and tried to cover it up. “The other way was blocked off with fallen walls and strung around furniture and I didn't want to get spotted, so I sneaked up behind and shoved him into The Time Rift. But who cares, he's nothing but a worthless human and all of those vermin should have been all wiped out and let us take-” Horatio punched the elevator wall without even turning and left a deep dent into it. He snapped his irritable gaze toward his grandson and took big steps and downcast over Jonas. Jonas was cornered and acted like he was trying to shrink away from his terrorizing glare. “Jonas Koza Kronos!” he huffed, “Mankind is the reason we exist. We are the keeper of Time and Space and we obey the universe's laws, we are The Weavers of man's future to make sure that everything falls into the right place to make a better future, to learn and grow from man's mistake to help the survival of our race and don't forget, when mankind neglect the past, we are to remind them the nasty outcome of the future. You got it, young buck?” Jonas was whimpering out of fright and nodded his head, “I'm sorry, grandfather. I'm so tired of living my life as a human and feeling so out of place in this world.” Horatio sighed and stepped away from him to give him room to get up and stuck his hand out to help his grandson up from the floor. “It's okay, Jonas. I'm tired of living life as a human too but the world has changed and mankind has forgotten that we exist. We have to keep up this illusion.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened up to a long sterile hallway and they stepped out. “Since we're away from the prying eyes of humans for now. We can let go of our human selves till we head back to the main building. After we check up on the repair of The Dusk Eater, I have an important assignment for you.” Jonas smiled at him, “Thank, grandfather.” Horatio punched in the code in door's keypad and the light switched from red to green and opened it. They stepped through and transformed to their true form. After the rainfall, Marco felt better and The Squad called Head Quarters for a lift back and they got a report that their pilot survived The Dusk Eater's wrath but got separated from them. The helicopter came and picked them all up and flew them back to Head Quarters. “I don't know about you three but I'm going to take a nice warm shower after that battle.” said Eri, stretching her arms out as they step out of the helicopter. “Even though I'm not fond of hot baths but having one right now sounds good to me with the cold rain and the fighting we been doing.” said Fio, remembering her hat getting damp from the blowing rain from earlier when she was shutting windows up to help Marco's panic attack. “I'll take one later after I see that young man we brought in and ask him a few questions I got for him.” said Marco, “I'm coming with you. I'm curious to see what he has to say myself.” said Tarma, following the Major behind him. They didn't get far when Trevor Spacey ran up to them urgently and saluting to both Marco and Tarma. “Major Rossi, sir. I'm glad you came back cause we got a problem.” Marco's eyes widen a bit, “A problem? What happened while we were gone, Trevor? Did the Rebel tried to strike HQ while we were gone?” “No, sir. The young man you brought in vanished after he woke up. One of the nurses found his bed empty and called security. Lucky for us, I was there to get a cut treated and I followed him to make sure he wasn't planning to escape from us. We got him locked up and secure.” said Trevor. “That's great, Trevor. We'll go to the cells and talk to him.” Trevor tapped his fingers nervously. “Actually, Captain Roving, he's locked up in Major Rossi's computer lab. He found his way in there for some reason and Alice and Walter are watching him closely.” Marco face palmed but he understood why Trevor did it; to keep him from running away. “Let go to the computer lab, Tarma.” Walter saluted to Marco and Tarma and stepped away for them to enter Marco's Computer lab. Marco entered the code and the door clicked opened. He pushed it opened and Alice appeared before him, “Master, welcome back,” she said in her warm welcoming voice “I heard that the mission went well but are you feeling well enough to be walking about?” She voiced sound concerned for her creator's health. Marco gave her a friendly smile and waved his hand, “Hello, Alice. Don't worry about me. Fio helped me through the panic attack and I'm feeling a lot better. Thank you for being concern for me.” Alice was happy to hear the good news of her master's health and recalled the young man. “Oh, Master. If you are looking for him, he went into your room. He didn't touch any of the computers or your workstations. Not even the Slug Tank thank goodness.” According to Marco, when Alice was born and even up to this day. She's very shy around people, even going as far as hiding behind Marco's back when people come into his lab or just approaching them. Over time, she only grew use to his friends. Marco thanked Alice and signals Tarma and Trevor to follow him. He quietly pushed opened his bedroom door and stepped him. Slowly creeping up toward The Young Man and ushered Tarma in silence to come close and ordered Trevor to block the door. The Young Man was looking over the books that Marco brought back from the ruined building and Tarma smirked. “Too easy. We got him cornered.” he thought to himself and approached the man. Tarma learned the hard way not to get cocky. Next thing Marco and Trevor knew, they witnessed him getting tasered by The Young Man. Tarma feels the powerful jolt coursing through his body and hit the ground smoldering and groaning. The man turned his attention toward Marco, standing his ground, “Get back or you'll be joining him.” he shouted, turning the taser on to show he means it. Marco recognized the taser belonging to Nadia who brought it to him to get it repaired after it stopped working. He wondered how the man got going all new again. “Okay, we're not here to hurt you. We both got some questions to exchange for each other and the possibility to get Tarma check for any degree burns. Tarma is still laying on the ground, groaning. He can see that he wasn't convinced and still stood his ground. Marco made it easy for them, he told the man that he is going to put his weapons down to show that he's not going to hurt him. First, he takes his gun out of its holster and empty out the clips and the one loaded bullet and set it on the table. The Young Man raises a brow and kept his eyes on Marco. Then Marco removed his knife from its sheath and set it on the floor and kicked it away. The Young Man relaxed and straighten himself up. The taser in his hand stopped buzzing and he put it on Marco's desk to show that he too is unarmed, “I'm sorry for tasering your friend. I don't know where I am or why I am here.” he spoke with concern in his voice. “It's all right. Tarma went through worst than a taser to the chest,” said Marco, assuring The Young Man, “Let me introduce myself. I'm Major Marchrius Dennis Rossi. Leader of the PF Squad but everyone calls me Marco for short.” He extended his hand for a friendly handshake that The Young Man accepted. “And you are?” “My name Kartu. Kartu Oguma.”

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