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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/8/2016 10:34:35 PM
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[i]When Damien met the point of impact where JT had been, there was nothing. No man or woman, no animal nor object that was out of place, just a man standing there. The man was JT, who was hiding one of his biggest assets in combat, that being his armour. He slid the helm od his gear onto his head as he just barely managed to quickly put the outfitting on, which was enough to actually survive a fight with Damien, and maybe even do some actual damage. He stood at ten feet tall in the suit, with an extra 4 inches to his width as one inch of ceramic was on two of steel, and one of ceramic was inside again, all powered by an exo suit that shit steam out of each joint in the armour.
Aside from just that, his kit was drastically different. He held a G11 Chainsaw LMG in his right hand, or rather, the gun was quite literally on his hand as he gripped a handle inside of the back of the custom grip of the weapon, which in turn was fitted to fire an onslaught of 50. Beowulf ammo from the triple box mag, totaling 600 shots before a lengthy reload. His back held a pair of SCAR-L's, a plasma-edged greatsword made of tungsten, and his hip had a lasso with literally no extra properties. The armour looked to have some bells and whistles beneath the red paint and white sleeves too, which were a jump pack, and some extra things in the helmet. [/i]
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[i]"Woah there... That's a mechanical monster if I ever saw one."[/i] [b]Damien looked up at the changed Marshal, his helmet folding back. His normal long spiky hair and yellow eyes always his most striking features.[/b] [i]"So... You can take rail guns I presume? Guess I'll have to step up my game next time."[/i] [b]Damien looked down at his bleeding fists, shrapnel and brick lodged into the mechanical one, rubble in the one still made of flesh.[/b]
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[i]"Railgun? No. 50. Caliber? Yeah." JT always was a cocky man, to the point that he thought his gear could tank a fifty cal shot, even though it was never capable of that. His helm was a lookalike of a completely blackened face with a beard painted onto it, and a cowboy's hat with a razor edge to it. He had no duster though, which was strange. [/i]
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[b]Damien's helmet refolded, his sensors stuttering slightly after being cracked.[/b] [i]"I'd put it to the test... But I think I'll spare some more buildings if I don't."[/i] [b]He chuckled and gave a mock salute, some blood splattering on the ground.[/b]
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[i]"Damn dude, you need anyone to look at them there wounds?" JT didn't have any form of medical degree, in fact he even failed a CPR course n high school back in Cylak, but he was a surgeon and quitter qualified to tend to wounds if needed. [/i]
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[b]Damien shook his head and drew a STIM, a large double tubed item that was full of bright blue liquid... Which he promptly injected himself with. His wounds slowly closed and sealed the scraps pushed out of his knuckles. It looked painful, but it was saving his fists.[/b] [i]"Always carry a medical tool for after a fight. Can't have myself dying every few hours."[/i]
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[i]"That's what the armour's for," The Marshal said as he flicked the pinky of his right arm, and inside his suit, a vial of adrenaline and morphine were each shot into his torso to keep him running and to also kill the pain that lingered. His legs and arms were fine though, seeing as they were made of metals. "Well shit, gotta have a long talk with my gunsmith soon." [/i]
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[i]"Oooorrr... I can hook you up. Owe you one now anyways. Plus, I'm cheaper."[/i] [b]He grins, assuming any gunsmith around would cost... A little more than needed. Besides, very few beat Damien's quality.[/b] [i]"What do you say...?"[/i]
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[i]"Whatever you can do," JT said as a smile crossed his face beneath the helm. "Would be good. I've got plans for my revolvers though, so anything that isn't a sidearm is good." [/i]
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[i]"For a cowboy... I got everything. Nine inch release clamps for a quad barrel shotgun. Digitizations launcher. Plasma steed programs... Blade hats... Rail coils. The works!"[/i] [b]Damien rambles under his helmet for a moment before catching himself.[/b] [i]"I'll need some time of course... And permission to mod if you want certain gear fixed up."[/i]
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"If you got any way to weaponize my hat then that would be grand, maybe upgrade my rifle." JT had requests from the man that seemed strange in truth, though he was just going for an aspect of his cowboy's gear with him. JT had plans, plans he tended to rarely divulge.
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[i]"I can do both. Just need schematics and time."[/i] [b]Damien dusted off his pants and gave a thumbs up, armor flexing slightly as the joints released pent up pressure.[/b]
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JT's armour googled schematics, because it's 2016 on Tatakai and if we have Starbucks, we have Google. "And got 'em, should I send them to ya?"
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[i]"Yeah... I have an open channel on me most of the time. Send it there and I'll get it built up nice and quick."[/i] [b]Damien nods to himself, turning towards what was left of their battle space.[/b] [i]"I'll also find someone to clean this up... Besides myself."[/i]
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"No worries, I got a few maintenance men from upstairs." JT chuckled to himself and pointed to the skies above as a massive ship uncloaked itself, two miles long but only looking like a few inches from a distance. "I used to run them, only work with the group that owns it now but they treat me like a leader."
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[i]"Welp... Can't say I've got a cruiser... But that certainly makes pills easier..."[/i] [b]Damien raised an eyebrow under his helmet, the interface stuttering suddenly. The facial movements contorted the devices thought process and forced it to rethink its position, but in its damaged state it didn't function properly.[/b] [i]"Well... Guess if you got clean up under control, I'll get to work with gear... Dividends cleared right up."[/i]
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[i]"Alright dude," said the cowboy as a green attack helicopter swung low overhead, and a fast rappel was dropped down for the man who was still in his armour. The helicopter... Big didn't even describe it, and when JT grabbed the rope, it had a hard time even holding him up, but he eventually flew away. ((End))[/i]
