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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/26/2017 3:49:30 AM
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[i]the werewolf let go of the dead brute and headed towards the sound of more of them before glancing back at the girls then at treyman. It spoke in a gruff deep voice for a second.[/i]
"Keira.. kimi take arvira and go where it's safer."he says
[i]he then head back towards the sounds of fighting that he can hear. He runs towards the residental area. [/i]
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[i]Treyman would arrive at the residential district after a short few minutes of running in his suit, before he analyzed the scene. His men were just pulling into the field behind him, and so he led a charge into the area. Brutes were slaughtered left and right, as the NTR Hunters Legion started taking command of the region by force and with an iron fist. [/i]
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[i]any of the brutes were starting to flee scattering like ants in all directions. A couple didn't get far as they turned tail when coming across Talug the giant standing at 10'9" with fiery red hair and a bushy beard. He swung at them knocking over the closest ones quickly finishing them off with a quick beheading. They had been stupid to break in his door to his apartment which hadn't been a wise choice. [/i]
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"Tails, always gotta have tails..." Treyman's A.I remarked to him in his helmet, as he stood down. His pistol went back in his belt, and he started sweeping the streets to see if any were left with his men.
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[i]he did come across another member and it was Sylvie. She was a foot shorter than brute. She wasn't really the fighting type but she managed to restrain in a bunch vines and roots. It was clearly trying to talk to her as if she could understand it. She looked annoyed at it as struggled laying on the ground as it look one of the ones that was in charge. [/i] "Awqte... jate...lecs...bhda.." it says "Shut up ugly ."says Sylvie [i]apparently she could understand him. She sees treyman approaching. The brute on the ground grumbles with his approach.[/i]
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Normally Treyman would have tried to kill the brute by now, though that wasn't the case this time. He grabbed the pistol at his side, and as his armoured hand pressed against the cold grip of the steel weapon, the innards of his helmet lit up to signal his A.I had exited its suit mode and was speaking directly through his earpiece. "Not this one," the resident A.I unit, Viola, said to him. "The girl there seems to know what he's saying, try to have them reason. Please, Jack." Treyman thought it over in his head, countless scenarios in which he killed the alien and twice more where he imagined how the ensuing conversation would end up. He used the jump jets of his suit to quickly get a burst of momentum and send himself into the air ahead of him, a solid foot above the ground though he was descending to the floor as he dragged his fist against the side of the brute's face. As soon as it collapsed, he would draw a small combat knife from his belt, kneel over and lightly press the tip just underneath the brute's head. It wasn't sinking far enough into the bottom of his jaw that it would outright kill him, hell it didn't even draw blood, but it was enough to let it know that Treyman was there. "Listen, pretty woman, I need you to tell me what he's saying. Please?" Treyman asked of Sylvie. Some honeyed words were used in an attempt to make her somewhat flattered, though Treyman didn't mean it. He couldn't see well with the visor on so everything looked like it was coming through security cameras, and he honestly couldn't tell the features on Sylvie's face well enough to determine if he would find her attractive. [spoiler]To be clear, the knife is between the top of the neck and the chin of the alien. That large open space with pretty much no bone or protection is what he's got the knife up against. [/spoiler]
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[i]Sylvie looked at him as she saw the brute tense up and growl a bit when it felt press against his.[/i] "yeah i can speak his language but he not saying very nice things though."says Sylvie [i]Sylvie was alien though if seen what she looked with out his helmet on. He would she that Sylvie had light gray skin covered in strange black tattooed markings there meaning unknown. She also had bright purple eyes and long purple hair. She frowns when the brute starts speaking again. [/i] "Wye... tghy.. kalub... sa.. verta.. mu.. na.. nix.. qer... busg..jux.."it says (You im gonna cower before you like a dog think again..) [i]Sylvie shakes her head and gestures to treyman then answers him. She sounds very serious when she speaks to after repeating what he says.[/i] ''Dazx... werg...vxa.. ipe..vu.. ix.. waf.. czo.. ne..demni"says Sylvie ("You think we're playing around he definitely not so you better do what we say."she says) [spoiler]the parentheses are whats being translated.[/spoiler]
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"Tell him to take his scraggly ass back to whatever mother-blam!-in' warship he crawled out of, before I shove [i]my[/i] warship into the hangar bay!" [spoiler]Unintentional sex jokes best jokes. Just to clarify, he means the knife will enter the head. [/spoiler]
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"ert... vin.. ju..uka... diem.. aq...ve... hgix.. vcere..."says Sylvie ("Get on your ship and leave before we change our mind and kill you"says Sylvie) [i]she then made a gesture with her thumb across her throat. The brute's goes pale. But says something esle while it's gaze shifts between the two.[/i] "Fgni... gi...vert... dinw..."it says ("Fine i will leave"it says) [spoiler]they always are lol[/spoiler]
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"Alright, where to next? Seems like everyone's in trouble in this city."
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"Hmm good question but we need to make sure people are okay as well. I wanna make sure if nanos is ok i haven't seen him anywhere."says Sylvie [i]she knew that wouldn't stand chance against these guys by himself. This made her worry a bit.[/i]
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"Lead on, then. We'll help your friend."
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"Alright then follow me then."says Sylvie [i]she walks along until she comes to his apartment its door was ripped off and there was a trail of feathers leading away as well as a bloody hand print on the door. This makes her really concerned when she sees it.[/i]
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"Someone didn't cook the chicken well enough," Treyman said as he noticed the trail of feathers. He Digistruction himself an AntiMatter rifle and started to walk, following the trail of feathers on the ground.
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"Those are from his wings there must of been a struggle."says Sylvie [i]she keeps following it until she sees he is being carried by one those brute and he is unconscious with a wound on his head the silver wings on his back hang limply as the slender pale skin man with long platinum blonde hair hangs as well.[/i] "Shit those bastards."says Sylvie
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[i]Treyman needed to be really careful with how he went about this shit - AntiMatter was as corrosive as it got, and one wrong shot could mean a swift death for both of the people there. He raised the gun and aimed it at the head of the brute, his hands swaying with the steps of the target as to account for his own personal movements. Down the scope he looked as he shifted the barrel to the left ever so slightly, so that the shot would hit the side of the head farthest from the person being carried and thus ensuring that there would be minimal collateral damage. Jack held his breath for a silent moment of clarity, before he pressed the trigger gently and the barrel kicked upwards with a shot of white. It soared through the air, slow enough to be seen but fast enough not to be heard by the brute until it was too late. It hit the side of his head, eating away at the yellowish flesh and making way for the brain as it corroded the skull in a matter of seconds and melted the shoulder of the brute with its droplets. He fell into a puddle of its own blood, leaving Sylvie's friend alive and on the ground in front of the now dead brute. "Let's move." [/i]
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"Okay"says Sylvie [i]she walks over to her friend is laying but she's afraid to move him as he looks pretty banged up.[/i] "I don't know how badly he is hurt but i dont think i should move him."says Sylvie
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"Does he have any bodily wounds?"
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"A really nasty gash on his head and im not sure if his wings are broken."says Sylvie [i]she gently moves one and the on the grown whimpers in protest. She lets go off his wing and sighs.[/i]
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"Do you think NTR combat medics can patch his wounds up? If they can get him to a Bacta Tank back on my ship, chances are he'll be set."
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"Maybe but we need to set his wing in the mean time though so there's no more movement in it cause he uses them to fly and i dont know how badly his wings are."says Sylvie
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"That's your job then, I'll keep guard."
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"Okay then i gotta find a stick."says Sylvie [i]she looks around until she finds two and uses them to bind his wing. He whimpers when she does so. [/i]
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"A classic splint, good call."
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"Yeah thanks no we got to move him."says Sylvie [i]she gently starts to lift him up to his feet and he just groaned when she moves him. He was a lot shorter than her only being six foot tall. [/i]
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"Are you sure you wouldn't like the soldiers to do that? My men are all around here, we have field medics."
