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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/12/2016 3:34:58 PM
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[b]He takes advantage and pushes forward, swinging with great force at Jason[/b]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/12/2016 3:42:35 PM[i]Jason was a little late with dodging, making Rorek's fist hit the hard ceramic that made most of Jason's suit, the kinetic energy absorbing layer of gel doing precisely what it should do, though Jason still stumbled back even further. Jason growled, stepping forward and punching at Rorek's chest, energy blades retracting. [/i]
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Edited by XxZANExX13: 9/12/2016 4:24:01 PM[spoiler]Sorry bout that, internet went to shit[/spoiler] [b]Jasons fist connects, knocking the wind out of Rorek. He stumbles back, coughing.[/b]
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[spoiler]It's fine, man. [/spoiler] [i]Instead of using the situation to his advantage.. Jason backed off a few steps, allowing Rorek to recover. [/i]
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[b]Rorek recovers and stands back up.[/b] [u]Man, now that was a punch. Who trained you if you don't mind me asking?[/u]
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"Military academy. Guy named Jones. 'Ell of a marine, too bad he has passed.." [i]Jason said with a hint of sadness in his voice. [/i] "Although several augs and this handy dandy li'l suit also enhance my strength."
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[u]Interesting, and very impressive. Why the augments though?[/u]
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"I wanted to become the ultimate soldier, basically. 'Ell, t'was pretty goddämn needed back home 'cause the damn bugs were kickin' our asses."
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[u]Bugs? Now you've got me Interested. Why don't ya come in and tell the story, I think your good to go.[/u]
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"That is music to my ears," [i]Jason said, the tone of sadness having disappeared - much like the set of plasma blades on his other hands did soon after. [/i] "You were good.. Magic stuff got me off guard, though."
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[u]Thanks, you weren't to bad yourself.[/u] [b]He stretches as the door opens, and the two walk inside.[/b] [u]That wasn't magic though, I can't use magic. Now my father on the other hand...[/u]
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"It sure as hell looked a whole lot like magic.. But I suppose I could be mistaken.. I'm old, after all. Forty years young," [i]The man said with a chuckle, an elongated sigh coming from him afterwards as he forced himself to remember the past. [/i] "What dya wanna know?"
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[u]What you were fighting, you said it was bugs? That alone sounds strange.[/u]
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"Giant. Fückin'. Bugs. Awful things, really. Reproduce like absolutely crazy, too. Most basic ones walk on four legs, their body being like.. very triangular. Mouth too. Their two 'teeth' are sharp enough to pierce basic infantry army with quite some ease."
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[b]He shudders a bit [/b] [u]Sounds worse then the demons of hell....[/u]
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"I'm pretty damn sure they [i]are[/i] the demons of hell.. But, whatever.. They're lethal and everywhere."
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[u]Well we haven't encountered them here, so where did you fight them?[/u]
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"Several planets in the Sol System. A few times on good ol' Earth. They're in many places.."
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[u]Damn, are they naturally like that or did they mutate?[/u]
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"'Cording to them nutjobs in the science department, they're the perfect bein' when it comes to survival. All thanks to evolution."
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[u]I see, well if they ever show up here I trust you'll be able to help us stop them.[/u] [spoiler]Wink wink[/spoiler] [u]I that you for sharing, I know it must have been hard.[/u]
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"I'll do my best.. And it was hard.. Oh God, I still remember all of them.. Thomson.. Jenkins.. Pippin.. Griff.. Amanda.." [i]Jason shudders from head to toe, his voice having grown softer and sadder the more he had spoken. [/i]
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[u]Hey, it's gonna be alright. I've lost loved ones as well, so I know your pain. The best thing you can do is honor their memory.[/u]
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[i]The man slowly nods, reaching over his left shoulder with his left hand. He grabbed the butt of his assault rifle, and slowly slid it out of its respective leather sheath. He then let it lay in his two open hands, looking at the names he carved into the gun. It were quite a few. [/i] "They're all there.. All of 'em."
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[spoiler]Swinging at what, exactly? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]His face[/spoiler]
