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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/27/2016 8:23:47 PM
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[i] Ian raised an eyebrow at the last objective, only momentarily thinking on the others. "Empress" was probably the ace Damien had mentioned, the person close to Lance. He had no idea what "Tower" was, but he did know keeping Damien back wasn't a good thing. Or easy..[/i]
"Something tells me Damien doesn't know about numero cuatro." [i] He said quietly to Silence, glancing at Rook. All of Omicron was probably in on it.[/i]
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[i]"It's going to be hard, but we have to keep him here. He's walking into the biggest trap of his life. He's right of course. Everyone one the other side wants us there. Even you. They want seals, and then they want us to turn against each other. Damien has something inside him that would end the fight in an instant, something they can use... We are gonna keep him here..."[/i] [b]Silence merely nodded and motioned for Ian to turn over the paper and show a map. It looked like... Old Russia... Trenches... Snow mountains... And old concrete homes.[/b] [i]"We have someone who can do it, but we don't know if they are a two faced backstabbing bitch anymore or not... So we've called in Verdict, Nomad, and Crown... Though you probably know two of those better as Nichole and Lucien. Damien certainly doesn't need another plot behind his back, but this is for his own good..."[/i] [b]Half the battle was going to be keeping Damien from rushing the other side... Not really just because he was a threat, but because a few minutes on the other side could be disastrous. On top of where they were headed... They were fighting an uphill battle at a ninety degree angle...[/b] [i]"Your job is going to play runner. Lucien and Joker can take sustained damage. They'll push up and grab attention, Silence will cover us, then Crown, you, Sabre, Glitch, and I will sneak in and attack from behind. Nomad and Reaver keep Damien here."[/i]
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Edited by Will: 10/28/2016 1:07:11 AM[i] Ian looked over the map for a moment, running everything through his head. If these Omicron guys could fight anything like Panzer, than maybe they were in a bit better shape then he thought. But not having Damien..that worries him.[/i] "This Reaver and Nomad must be pretty good if they're gonna keep Damien Lordan restrained." [i] Ian muttered, turning to Rook and Silence.[/i] "Having Lucien and Nikki with us is great, but if we're keeping Damien here, I want Ronin at my back. From what I've heard from the locals, he went toe-to-toe with Damien. I want another powerhouse there." [i] He crossed his arms and glanced between the two. [/i]
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[i]"I mean, I don't really care either way. And Sabre probably won't... It's his funeral. But if Damien is correct, which he usually is, Lance is going to be a threat out there for us too... Just make sure when the fear toxin starts flying, you know who you are fighting with."[/i] [b]Rook was a cryptic one... Smart and quiet, with just the right hint of know it all, but what could he mean...? Know who you are fighting with? It was apparent who Ian would be fighting with.[/b] [i]"I always figured we'd get to fifty... At least. Damn me for having big dreams."[/i] [b]Silence merely nodded as Rook gave him a pat on the shoulder, slowly padding away, moving toward the tent he shared with Sabre.[/b] [b]Before Ian could even protest, Silence snatched back the paper and hid the contents back in the envelope, nodding for Ian to check out the tent.[/b]
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"I don't plan on letting anyone die." [i] Ian said quietly. He wasn't sure what Rook meant by know who he was fighting, but if it involved a certain toxin, Ian knew what he was getting. Better filters. He followed Silence's gesture and made his way over to the tent.[/i]
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[b]Silence pulled back the tent flap, having moved surprisingly quick. Inside was standard stuff, metal beds with cushions and sheets... Some crates. Personal computers, and enough space for about eight people.[/b] [i]"I sleep in the far back... Damien is the second bed to the left."[/i] [b]Silence whispered, his voice heavily mechanical... But it was unlikely it was modified... His filters weren't visibly on.[/b] [i]"Nomad will likely go with Rook, and Crown and Verdict will likely be with us... You get your own holo screen, bed, drawer, and crate. Got it?"[/i]
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"Yeah..I got it." [i] Ian says, slightly unnerved by Silence's voice. It was the first time he'd heard him speak.[/i] "I'll be out training. Just yell if you need me." [i] Ian says with a slight smile, obviously a friendly joke. [/i]
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[b]Silence said nothing, returning the way he came as his cloak melded him out of sight.[/b] [b]The tent filled with a rumbling as the slow hum of an approaching vehicle signaled Sabre's return...[/b]
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"Guess I'd better go say hi. Even though our last encounter wasn't the friendliest.." [i] Ian says to himself, stepping back outside in search of him.[/i]
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[b]The jet that had landed was surprisingly similar to Damien's hovercraft. Slimmer, no hover blades, quad engines, large wings, and plenty more guns, but the design was relatively no different.[/b] [b]Already a small crowd had gathered, Glitch and Joker each carrying their guns, Joker now seemingly using a large nail gun, Glitch opting for a hand crafted lightning weapon... That looked even painful to hold, exposed wires and blades everywhere. Rook had also come to see his CO, carrying dual machine pistols, each of unrecognizable manufacturer. Damien and Silence were nowhere to be seen.[/b]
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[i] The electric weapon was interesting, and so was Saber's ship. Damien had called Ian his third in command, meaning Saber was second. Even though Ian still slightly doubted that..he didn't seem like the leader type. That also meant he'd technically have to answer to Saber, but that was low on Ian's priority list. He had better things to do then get ordered around by a wannabe compared to the likes of Silence and Damien.[/i] [i] Ian walked up amongst the group, nodding to each individual while still dressed in his armor with the helmet off and clipped to his belt. He had a myriad of weapons on his person. The pistols at his back waist, knives at his hips, Bowie knife on his thigh, UMP slung over his back, sword on his back, another knife on his opposite leg, sword belt, grenades..and that was just what was visible.[/i]
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[b]Where Ian had certainly upgraded... Sabre had changed completely. Biotech armor that had lines of energy running through it, a glossy helmet, two knives near his shoulders, a belt of grenades and tacticals, a new rifle, a dark grey line running diagonally from his left hip to right upper arm, and a jetpack...[/b] [i]"Captain on deck, at attention!"[/i] [b]Rook gave a hasty salute and Joker did the same, albeit more lazily. Glitch made a whimper and hit his helmet with his fist like a madman, but Sabre seemed simply amused. Seemed he had also whipped his squad into shape. He quickly lifted himself from the cockpit and leapt to the ground with a small thud, king through the cargo storage of his jet.[/b] [i]"Sit-rep."[/i] [i]"New member, rift activity minimal, predators to the north handled."[/i] [i]"Good. At ease."[/i] [b]The three men let their shoulders slouch as Sabre finally turned towards Ian, dusting off his oil covered hands and giving a slight nod.[/b] [i]"Yeah... I remember you..."[/i]
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"That's good. My feelings would've been hurt if you hadn't." [i] Ian said with a grin, but the sarcasm was there. While everyone else had given some form of acknowledgement; Ian had simply stood there with a bemused look on his face. [/i]
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[i]"Heh... I'm sure... So, that makes you the subordinate?"[/i] [b]He asks, only to burst with laughter, Glitch chuckling as well though he was probably just being weird.[/b] [i]"I'm just yanking your chain. I stepped down. Silence is the big two. But, sergeant ain't bad."[/i] [i]"Plus, you scared us all senseless back on Maoww."[/i]
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[i] That's assuming you were ever actually in charge, Ian thought to himself.[/i] "I'm digging the biotech armor though. Not bad." [i] It was more than not bad, the damn thing was an engineering Oscar. Ian's was nice, but damn. [/i]
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[i]"Eh. Damien knows how to clean up. He's been... Busy..."[/i] [b]Sabre remarks, pulling his helmet free, to reveal wavy dark brown hair and green eyes, with a low shadow stretching across his chin. He wasn't too bad looking, for a soldier... He clearly minded his looks.[/b] [i]"Anyways... Glad to have an extra on the team... Hope you can keep up with some old timers... You'll have to carry our canes."[/i] [b]He grinned and hooked his helmet to his belt, throwing an arm around Rook.[/b] [i]"Alright... Let's grab a drink."[/i] [i]"Or... I'll watch you."[/i]
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[i] Ian already didn't like the guy. [/i] "Yeah, I'll make sure to mark my calendar." [i] Ian mumbles and turns to walk away towards an open stretch of desert where he wouldn't cause too much harm to the environment. [/i]
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