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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
3/26/2016 8:29:19 PM
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[b][i]War Machine[/i][/b]
[b]Dojo Gates[/b]
[i]This had been his first stop on the road across multiple dimensions and various universes. He had fought the Lennies twice, he had seen the likes of Salazar, the rise and fall of June Bellicose and Cobalt Phoenix, the Dojo invaded itself. He had seen the crazy parties, where AC/DC and Motörhead had played live, when everyone had been blasted out of their minds. It had been quite some time since then... He had become something else. No longer a simple mercenary, no longer in command of Edgewater, he was of the most notorious men alive. They knew him as the Courier, the God Damn Mailman, the cold-blooded killer, the sociopathic behemoth. Finally, he had made his return, he had heard things from some of his more recent targets. Stories of newbies, oldies, and the Dojo. Alex Wilson stood for a moment, smiling beneath his X-01 MKVI helmet, its eyes glowing an orangish-red, his T-60F armor sparking with the energy of his Tesla shielding. The armor was painted gunmetal grey, but blood was splattered across his helmet, and a phoenix had been etched into the right side of his armor's chest-plate. Atop his right shoulder, an M2HB .50 caliber machine gun, atop his left, the skull of an alpha male deathclaw. Two bandoliers crossed his chest, belts of .50 BMG rounds. A gunbelt crossed his waist, and two S&W Model 500 magnums sat at his hips. A boot knife could be seen strapped to his leg, and a thin port was visible at the top of his right gauntlet. On his back, a cloak, the Old World flag, tattered and torn, blowing in the breeze, occasionally exposing his MG3 and his Remington 870MCS pistol-grip.[/i]
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[b]stryker is seen with his feet up, he gives you a salute[/b]
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[i]He looks to the figure.[/i] And you are?
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[b]a file arrives in your HUD.[/b] [spoiler][i]Jacoby stryker: Former Valmredian spec-ops operative, leader of the ghosts of valmredia and behind assassinations of many leaders. Has 84 years of combat experience and a mastery of 24 martial arts and a win-loss record of 63-1-0. Underwent cybernetic enhancement with a large list of psychical fetes Served in the great sol war (when task attacked Perth and Edgewater fell) Despite his record he had several psychological problems however, he has reformed due to mind restoration and managed to raise a child. Death warrants (14) Experience with [redacted] [Data expunged] [Threat level]: Very high, be advised that trained professionals are recommended to engage him.[/i][/spoiler] [b]it appears the mechanical dragonfly sent it to you[/b]
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Ooh fancy. You're a trained killer.
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[b]He sits up. His voice sounds like Liam neeson[/b] Kill when I need to but yes I am a, I respect fellow soldiers expect those few. Dishonourable psychopaths who would put a bullet in your brain for giving them a funny look.
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So what you're telling me is you don't respect me? AYYYYY!
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Besides your just returning, you might have done terrible things but all soldiers are similar. After that slip up, welcome back fight? [b]he places His hand on a hand canon.[/b]
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Nah, I didn't come here to beat anyone's ass. I just wanted to see the place again.
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Have a look around. There is a village at the bottom of the hill, it's a good place to walk around, it's also where the space port and canteena is. They also supply the dojo [b]gives you his comn-link ID[/b] Contact me if you're feeling bored.
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I know what the place looks like, I used to live here.
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Good, Kensu would love to see you again. [spoiler]kensu has been around for a long time, he's very old but his a good sword hand and knows everyone.[/spoiler]
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Hey *tosses stone up and down*
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[i]The man turned to face you, an imposing figure in armor, standing just over seven feet tall. His expression was unreadable through his helmet, but his sarcastic tone was fairly obvious,[/i] Since I have no -blam!-in' clue who you are, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that you're probably a newbie 'round here. I'm also puttin' money on you being a magical mother-blam!-er too, because apparently that's a thing now.
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Not too much of this "magic" but I can do some things that look magical *without any intimidation, I dissolve into the ground and reform behind you* I'd say that's magic, but science has a role in it...
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I wouldn't get behind me with that shit.... I don't give a -blam!- who you are, I don't trust people on my flank. [i]He turned around to face you, looking down at you.[/i]
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Okay, fine *dissolves into the ground. You look up, and see me sitting on a beam* Soo... What kind of stuff do you do?
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Take a guess.
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*facepalm* Wrong question I meant, where have you been, what have you done their [spoiler]description may be a bit brief[/spoiler]
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I've been all across the Wasteland and about four different dimensions I didn't even know -blam!-ing existed. Killed a lot of shit, nuked a bunch of shit, been doin' a bunch of merc work, and I decided I'd stop by to say hello to the place where I first showed up.
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Sounds good. Since I've been here, I haven't been out much, but before that, I was a god, living in the underworld, being able to travel to any place and time, etc. *smirks*
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Eh. I'm not a fan of gods.... I'm a fan of bringing them to their knees, though....
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*chuckles* Makes sense. But I only destroyed people AFTER they died, and that was for my boss... *shudders*
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No gods, no masters. No bosses, no leaders. Only me. Only you. Only our decisions.
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don't worry, I'm no longer a god, so I screwed them.
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[spoiler]Bamp because boredom[/spoiler]
