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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/21/2017 5:02:44 AM
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"Oh yes, of course."
Marker glanced at a shorter person that was leaning against the hull of the dropship.
"That's Justice." Marker said, gesturing to the woman who looked over with a nod.
"She'll always be pissed about her hair loss." A female voice said, and Marker turned around to face another woman.
This woman was clearly older, her posture more stiff.
"Private First Class Desiree Williams." The woman said, extending a hand.
The hand was immediately smacked away by a tall, extremely tough looking man.
He stepped directly face to face with Cylus, nearly four inches above Cylus' head.
"Aidan. Sargeant of this merry band of misfits."
Marker sighed, looking past Aidan
"You've already met Holden. The pilot that dished out our cards yesterday."
Holden waved from the back of the cargo ship, standing by the ramp.
"And that's Morgan." Marker nudged a man that stood besides him, and the man jolted awake
"Hm? Oh hel-" Morgan yawned deeply before snoring was heard from him
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"Impressive." Cylus says. "You learned it for her, eh?" he asks, nudging Marker with his elbow?
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"No, she taught me. Says it's important to remember your roots." Marker said as the dropship launched off from the ship's hangar "By the way. This is Victor, Charlie, and Brian." Marker said, gesturing to the grunts respectively
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"So [i]you're[/i] French?" Cylus asks Marker as he nods to each person respectively. "I'm Cylus, I'll be accompanying you folks today."
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"My father was, yeah." Marker said with a nod
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"That's pretty cool." Cylus comments
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"Or well at least, my father's Blood line was. Anyways, that's not really the point." [i]T-minus 2 minutes[/i]
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"Ah, well we can talk later. Looks like we're almost here." Cylus says, his hands resting on his belt.
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"Are those suppressors on your guns?" He asked, the grunts nodding
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"Ah, no time like the present." He says. He pulls out one of his Mk23 pistols and screws on the suppressor, then does the same with the other. He primes both, turning one upside down and to the right, the other right side up and to the left, and then sliding them against each other.
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[i]T-Minus 30 seconds[/i] "Here we go, cupcakes! You all know the mission directives." [i]T-minus 20 Seconds[/i] "We're dropping in and moving into the outpost, looking for information." [i]T-minus 10 seconds[/i] "Information on what may have happened. Stay safe, stay close. Watch each other's backs." [i]T-minus 3 2 1 Drop[/i] The ramp of the dropship fell open and Marker ran out, jumping out followed by the three grunts
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Cylus followed, jumping into freefall behind them
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The drop was only a few feet, but the landing still sent a shockwave through Cylus. The top of the base was being pounced at by rain, and the dropship pulled away. Marker and the three grunts moved forward, passing by an anti air turret that was shut down
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Cylus turned his comms on and turned the soundproofing in his helmet on. That way, he could speak and be unheard by anyone who wasn't on his channel. "So, where's our point of entry?"
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"We're moving to the edge of the building and rappelling down the side, entering through one of the windows into the third floor." Marker said as the squad approached a railing
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Cylus followed, ready to proceed
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"Grapples on." Marker threw his grapple over the rail and climbed over, making his way down "The rain falls into your visor, or might get hard to see so be careful!" Victor yelled as he did the same, the others following in suit
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[spoiler]is it night on this planet?[/spoiler] Cylus pulled his hood up over his helmet before grabbing onto the rail. Attaching a grapple to it, he climbed over and followed the others down the face of the building
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[spoiler]Yes sir! [/spoiler] Lighting struck behind them, hitting a tree that was slightly below them "Woah! Watch the lightning!" "Stop! Stop." Marker was heard over the comms. "We're at the window." Marker jumped off the side of the building and crashed through the window, falling into the room. "Follow behind my crash if you can."
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[spoiler]Gotcha![/spoiler] Cylus timed his entrance to minimize the noise, and came rolling through the window. He landed at his feet and quickly rose, pulling one of his pistols from his belt. "Q." he said In response, Q automatically switched on night vision for Cylus' helmet. His view was lit with a green hue, and was able to navigate easily through the dark.
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"Night vision on." Victor, Brian and Charlie dropped in behind the duo, switching their night vision on The group was inside a storage room, woth shelves through the room and boxes Two Dead grunts were on the ground and Marker moved over their bodies towards the doors
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"Those ours?" Cylus asks, kneeling in front of one of the bodies.
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"Yeah." Victor stopped, pointing to a patch on one of the grunts arms "You can tell by this. Marauder Corps sign." The patch was difficult to see in the dark, but then Marker opened the door. Emergency lights flooded in the room from the open doorway and Marker took a step back "Nighy vision off!" He said, moving through the doorway and looking left and white "Holy shit."
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Cylus turned off his night vision and rushed to see what Marker was talking about. Pistol raised, he reached the doorway
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A dozen Grunts littered the hallway. They seemed to have died in defensive positions, their backs pointing to blast doors Some of the grunts showed no signs of bullets holes, instead they were slashed...
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Cylus approached one of the bodies and zoomed in on the wounds. "The cuts are pretty damn deep. What the hell could have done this?" he asks
