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Why??
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Carbine sat on her motorcycle, Thinking about why her life turned out so bad. Before the war, She had heart heart set on becoming a teacher, but because of the war, so the only choices she had was either fight or die. She choose to fight for her home. But now after 6 years of fighting, She was growing tired and weary or all the heartache and misfortune the war had to offer. But one thing still puzzled her to that day........Why was she still fighting??? Is it pride? Is it determination?? Or is it because she was a General and she has been fighting for so long, She really doesn't know how to stop? Carbine sighed heavily at the mer thought. Just the Racer cam up from behind. Racer was the new Freedom Fighter for Brimstone City, but at Base #7 she was a senior. So her rank currently with the Freedom Fighters was Sargent. "General, I have the report on the Plutarkians next move" Racer said, holding a clipboard in her hands. "What's the report??" Carbine turned on her motorcycle so she could focus fully. "Our spies have spotted them heading for Mars Base 10 on the other side of volcano. Plutarkians army is 15o total. They're no prepared for a major attack." Racer finished her report. Carbine thought for a minute. "What do you suggest??" Racer too had to think for a minute. "Take some of our base troops and surround the from all sides blocking them in. But take code red maneuvers to avoid unwanted attacks" Racer said. "Hummmmmmmmmm, Interesting. Ok we'll do that. Report to Stoker for the plains. We attack in two hours of the given time" Racer nodded her head, Saluted her commanding officer and got on her biker and left. "When will it ever end??" Carbine thought frustratingly to herself.
Racer caught up with Stoker and told him everything. 2 hours later, The Freedom Fighters made their way to the Plutarkians. They found they approaching the unsuspected base. Just then a horn rose up and a spy Plutarkian sounded the code red alert. Ambush!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled. Carbine poised her gun. "Freedom Fighters, Take cover, Prepare for the attack!" she yelled to each of her Freedom Fighters. The ones on the other side watched everything taking shape. "Carbine, This is Squad team 2, Do you copy??" the scout leader said into his CB. "Yeah, I copy that. Were under attack." Carbine dodged a blaster shot. "Do you need backup??" the officer asked. "NO!, Stay there. Proceed with the plain. They don't know your there. Show no mercy. Attack!!!" said in the CB. The battle seem to last for hours. Mice got wounded. One even died.
Carbine got shot in her arm. It wasn't serious, but it would take its time to heal.
The battle crises was over for now, But their would be other battle to fight.
That night.......................
Carbine stood on the balcony, breathing the air the swept and made her hair flow gracefully. Carbine sighed heavily again. Trying not to cry. Just then an opening of the door and footsteps followed. Carbine turned to see Racer standing, with her wrist in a
special wrap. Racer has sprained her wrist. "What is it Racer?" Carbine asked, Droppy eyed. "Nothing, I couldn't help but see you're troubled about something...." Racer stopped her sentence their. "It's nothing Racer" Then Carbine turned back to the plain. Sighing, Racer took a last look at Carbine and turned away. Then Racer stopped. Somehow she knew what Carbine was troubled about. "Carbine, I know how you feel. I wish this was would end too. It's nothing but heartbreak. But one day General, It's all going to be over" And with that, Racer turned away once again. Hearing those confident words, Carbine turned to face Racer "Racer" Racer looked back at Carbine "Yes?" Carbine smiled
"Thank you. I thought I was the only one feeling this way" Carbine held herself. Racer shook her head. "All of us feel it in someway. Just better then others. Night Carbine" Racer said. "Goodnight Racer" and with that they went their separate ways.
Carbine stood confident once again on that balcony. She now had hope and assurance that the war would end one day, But until then.....Carbine was going to keep fighting.
The End