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  <title>Sonya Blade</title>
  <subtitle>Chosen Fighter for Earthrealm</subtitle>
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    <name>Sonya Blade</name>
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    <title>soldier_blade @ 2017-07-03T21:42:00</title>
    <published>2017-07-04T02:05:44Z</published>
    <updated>2017-07-04T03:37:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://milliways-bar.dreamwidth.org/26687235.html?thread=1283699715#cmt1283699715"&gt;Sonya &lt;/a&gt;lead him through her door. While she said earlier that it was a garage, it was still military based, so it appeared more like a hangar then a normal garage, with its mix of civilian and various military grade vehicles. In truth, Sonya found her door on accident, having meant to walk down to Charlies as a way to pull away from the numerous duties still required of her. She could've grabbed a bite to eat at the Officer's Club, but that would've still left her open to being bothered by superiors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlies was considered 'neutral territory' as far everyone was concerned. Though the man was retired, he hadn't lost the sense of command that came from knocking recruits into shape-he made it clear that business was to stay out of his bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;This way,&amp;quot; She motioned him forward and towards her own jeep. &amp;quot;It'll be faster if we drive.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=soldier_blade&amp;ditemid=6252" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-30:2411958:5662</id>
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    <title>Christmas in milliways</title>
    <published>2017-02-01T22:08:42Z</published>
    <updated>2017-02-01T22:08:42Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">The idea came when, for reasons she couldn't understand,Milliways sent her a set of nail-polish and other tools for a mani/pedi. She hadn't had one done, ever, except when she was in her last trimester with Cassie and felt so fat and disconnected from herself that Johnny thought it would cheer her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her door had appeared some weeks ago. The temptation to immediately walk through the door after bar tending was strong, but the rational side of her knew that once that happened, their relationship would have to be between officer and sergeant, not mother and daughter, and who knew what would happen after that.&amp;nbsp; This had to be in milliways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked Bar for some dvds,&amp;nbsp; a few decorations, and..against her better judgement, some drinks and a few snacks. The thought of eating in the room made her flinch at the possible mess, but she wanted this to be just between them, and that meant being out from the main part of the tavern. They'd missed so much of that already back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixie was in the corner of her room. The cold never really seemed to agree with him, and while he seemed alright in the stables, she considered it a moment of weakness to let him in her room. He was still just up to her waist in height, small enough to spend time in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the tavern,her daughter would find a letter addressed to her from Sonya, inviting her to her room for an evening off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=soldier_blade&amp;ditemid=5662" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-30:2411958:2445</id>
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    <title>Outworld invasion: fight!</title>
    <published>2016-01-16T04:18:12Z</published>
    <updated>2016-01-16T04:19:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;When they left the reservation, Sonya and those from home had already been on the run for a week: hiding and gaining allies. If she appeared calm, it was only from training and forcing herself to remain so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they had to do was find a portal: easy enough. They had a massive army after them, so it was a matter of marching out towards the direction of the city an waiting until a portal made itself known. Yet even then there were dangers: the dry heat meant they had to stop mid day, finding shelter in the occasion cave or by some rocks for shade, one or two of them keeping watch. Every so often a winged, reptilian creature flew by, another sign of the merger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hours in and their luck changed. A portal opened, a platoon of &lt;a href="http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Tarkata"&gt;tarkatans &lt;/a&gt;came raging out.  The fighting started and Sonya felt the world turn red, almost welcoming the fight as she tore through the enemy. A blast of heat alerted her to Liu Kang's fire, burning the closer tarkatan warriors while Kung Lao threw his hat to cut off the rest of the mutants: the metal edge of the rim was more than decoration, and sharp enough to slice off several heads before returning. A shout from Jax and it was into the portal they all went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the first time Sonya traveled by portal, but she could never find herself getting used to it. The feeling of charged energy, the rush of wind, the experience was like being sucked through a whirlpool and being spat out again.&amp;nbsp; She was on her guard the instant the fight began, and it was just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the otherside of the portal was the city the Kahn had stationed his armies. Another time would've had her identify the city as Chicago, but right now, she could only identify the place as hell. All around them, civilians were trying to hide while the National Guard were trying and failing to hold off the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't have time to look before a herd of centaurs came at them, forcing the group to split up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Shit!&amp;quot; She heard Jax over the noice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;The fuck did these creeps get missile launchers!?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonya let out a curse and dove for cover behind a crashed vehicle. Jax was right: somehow or another, Outworld had gotten a hold of modern artillery and using it against them. She reached for her own rifle and held it up: she'd only meant to use the rifle as an emergency, now it seemed like a stroke of luck that she brought them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Remember! Aim for the heads!&amp;quot; She called out before firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;ooc: tagging free for all. Will have the kombatants interspersed with tags, but let it be known in the actual thread who'd you like to be paired with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=soldier_blade&amp;ditemid=2445" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-30:2411958:2217</id>
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    <title>soldier_blade @ 2015-12-29T23:57:00</title>
    <published>2015-12-30T06:06:35Z</published>
    <updated>2015-12-30T06:06:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">She lead the group through her door, leading to the interior of an adobe structured room, &amp;nbsp;furnished with several sofas, woven rugs and various shelves, with a fireplace at the far end of the room. Even in the dry heat, the fire was still burning, providing a dull sort of light when the electric light on the ceiling was turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was by no means empty of people either. Sonya introduced them, choosing to ignore the strange looks her allies gave her. &amp;quot;Everyone, this is &lt;a href="http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/mkwikia/images/e/e4/Liu_Kang_5.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/275?cb=20150516165245"&gt;Liu Kang&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/File:Johnny_Render.png"&gt;Johnny Cage&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Kung_Lao/Gallery?file=Image55.jpg"&gt;Kung Lao&lt;/a&gt;, my commanding officer,&lt;a href="http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Jackson_Briggs/Gallery?file=Jaxprimarycostumeconcept.png#Mortal_Kombat_.282011.29"&gt; Major Jackson Briggs&lt;/a&gt;, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Nightwolf/Gallery?file=Nightwolfprimaryconcept.png"&gt;Nightwolf&lt;/a&gt;. Guys, these are the friends I told you could help us. The men with us don't speak English except through the headsets you see them wearing..&amp;quot; She reached into the box she had with her and pulled out several more, handing one to Jax, Liu Kang and Nightwolf so they could be understood, explaining their purpose. In the event they were split up, she wanted the others to be able to direct them as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were minutes to an invasion and she didn't want to waste time with introductions. Jax atleast seemed to understand: he knew better than anyone how difficult it was for her to trust someone as an ally, so she hoped he understood how serious this was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwolf set the headset in place and nodded. He was seated by the fire, a quiver of arrows by his feet. At first glance, they appeared normal, but Sonya noticed earlier that whenever the light shone on them from a certain angle, they emitted a greenish sort of glow. &amp;quot;Have you explained to them what we're fighting against?&amp;quot; The shaman addressed Sonya, but seemed to speak to her other allies as well: she answered in the positive, before he set a map on the table and invited the others to sit around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The gods have shown me where the Kahn has placed his fortress. &amp;quot; He pointed to an area on the map, connected it to where they were a tthe present time. &amp;quot;Under normal circumstances, it would take days to travel by car, but without knowing it, the Emperor's invasion has given us a tool as well. The same sorcery that's created the portals in the first place, we can use to transport us to the city where he's set up his fortress.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonya frowned, an expression shared by her commanding officer. &amp;nbsp;As far as they were both aware, creating portals took a lot of energy, and if one of them, especially the one who was the closest they had to a sorcerer, was too drained to go on, that would leave them one man short: on the other hand, they didn't have much of a choice either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shaman continued, explaining the rest of the plan a second time, before motioning that it was time to go. &amp;quot;The land we're standing on is sacred to my people, and thus far we've been protected by Kahn's sorcery. That protection leaves as soon as we step over its boundries.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jax continued from there, clicking his headset to make sure the others understood. &amp;quot;Everyone take what weapons you can handle, &amp;nbsp;along with essential food and water. Once we've reached the outer territory, keep your eyes open, and if it doesn't look human, shoot..or aim to kill.&amp;quot; The second part was aimed to some of the warriors with axes and swords. &amp;quot;Let's go.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk of the Outer territory would become obvious as soon as they reached it. Whereas the land around Nightwolf's home had sounds of life, and the sky a usual blue color and cloudy, it seemed that they passed through a fogged barrier, that the sounds of birds had gone, and the sky itself an erie yellow, not sunset but..dead, as though the very life were being drained from the realm. Being that they were in the country, there were few people around to begin with, but in the distance, Sonya could see smoke..and she knew the sound of screaming when she heard it, far off as they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonya pushed the sick feeling back down, steeling her expression before making sure the others were following her and headed forward. They had a job to do: emotions could wait until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=soldier_blade&amp;ditemid=2217" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-30:2411958:1573</id>
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    <title>soldier_blade @ 2015-11-12T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2015-11-13T00:52:20Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-13T01:05:37Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://milliways-bar.dreamwidth.org/26133163.html?thread=1245814187#cmt1245814187"&gt;A quick look through the door and Sonya led the two of them outside&lt;/a&gt;. Stopping immediately, she looked down at herself, letting out a relieved breath with she found herself back in her BDUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thank fucking god, I'm back to normal.&amp;quot; late summer was still fairly warm in North Carolina, and the army tunic was never fun to wear in summer at all, but at this point she could hardly bring herself to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Brag itself was full of men and woman in various states of military and civilian clothing. Parked around were a few cars and jeeps, with most of the buildings made from red brick.&amp;nbsp; Another time and she would've liked to give Ragnar a proper tour, recalling from Athelstan how he enjoyed exploring: now wasn't the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;This way..'&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot; Her norse was on the level of a small child, but it would serve for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lead him towards a building some feet away. Ragnar's clothing and braid drawing attention, but thankfully most of the other officers and enlisted seemed to have other destinations in mind. To say nothing that they all knew Sonya as an officer that didn't mess around: a enlisted greeted her with a salute, which she returned with a nod, but that was the most they dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=soldier_blade&amp;ditemid=1573" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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