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originally posted in: THE DOJO
8/2/2017 9:14:30 PM
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[u][b]Activating....[/b][/u] [i]9:08, Outskirts of Dojoville[/i] A woman in mark 6 armor stripes approached the City of Dojoville. Her armor was purple, with pink stripes. She was alone as she approached. She had a Magnum at her side, ready to fight if needed. [spoiler]Open, intro[/spoiler]
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  • There was a goat....person? on the gate. She was dressed in a purple pullover, jeans, and boots. In her right hand, she held a .45, and her left held a knife. She was surprised at the soldier, but immediately distrusted her, raising her voice "We have enough soldiers as it is!"

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  • "Me.... A soldier?" She asked, "I'm anything but."

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  • "Why the gun, why the armor?" She pressed "I don't trust liars."

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  • Edited by Splashback77: 8/8/2017 1:15:49 AM
    "So I stole the armor and weapons of a soldier, so what? The last thing I need is to show my face."

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  • She stood up holding her gun. "So what's stopping me from putting one through it?"

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  • She quickly pulled her Magnum off her hip and fired at the goat-lady's knees.

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  • Alpha saw the movement and shot first, forcing the thief to seek cover or get shot as the goat woman scurried behind the gate

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  • The woman ducked to cover.

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  • A fireball landed square behind the cover. If she kept throwing them, she could easily dislodge the rascal. "Give up!"

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  • She was calculating when to fire, and likely helpful obstacles. Reyna took a risk, hitting a button on her wrist that teleported a sniper rifle down from her ship. She jumped from cover, firing at the goat-woman.

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  • She herself must have been a good shot, as the scope was quickly hit and rendered useless. The "Spartan" soon found herself under gunfire by a very pissed off goat, bullets landing closer and closer "GET. OUT."

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  • "Actúas como si yo quisiera estar en esta situación primero, perra," she yelled. She shoot a grappling hook to a nearby tree, where she hopping into the branches and continued to fire onto the lady. Aiming for the limbs.

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  • Her quick and frantic movement made her shots very inaccurate, and Alpha withheld her fire. "JUST LEAVE!"

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  • Reyna decided to do that. She left.

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  • "STAY OUT!" She cried, once deciding the person had left

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  • "Well that isn't very nice." An unfamiliar voice speaks out from behind Alpha, distorted heavily by a helmet. The voice sounds human in its intimations, yet mechanical in timbre. The voice doesn't sound amused.

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  • She whirled on the person behind her, gun ready. "Who are you?"

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  • The figure is imposing, with an impressively rigged (military-grade) exoskeleton, loaded to the brim with weapons. His left arm is a skeletal-black prosthetic, with the forearm swollen to accommodate an unknown module. In his arms, he carried a chaingun, and mounted on his shoulders were two small turrets of some unknown caliber. Dual blades were extended from each forearm, radiating an intense blue as the metal was superheated by excess heat from his Hydrogen-Helium generator. Finally, a strange, arrowhead-shaped drone swirled around him idly, like a fish swimming around in a pond. "Now, I don't normally kill kids, so I'm going to give you the chance to run before I begin shooting. I'd suggest that you take it." No, now that he spoke... something seemed familiar. It wasn't Drake--accent was similar, but distinct enough to distinguish him from her old friend. Then suddenly, you recognized the final piece of the puzzle: the insignia of the NTR emblazoned upon his helmet.

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  • She did start running, and unlike her counterparts in other RPs....she still had her Sparrowhawk. She pressed a button on her wrist, as she dived towards the courtyard. Within a minute the ship screamed over their heads, alpha getting Transmatted onboard. It soon swerved around, and a PA blared "Who are you??" She didn't want to know in truth, but she had to.

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  • The strange man put his prosthetic hand in front of his "eyes" (helmet, rather), as if to block the intense light of the Sparrowhawk, but he remains silent. He stands there, casually shifting towards the Sparrowhawk slowly... but his drone is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, something hits the right repulsorlift engine, and the Sparrowhawk loses control, spinning away from the man. Moments later, a coilgun blast tears through the underbelly of the ship, entering through the bottom left and emerging through the front of the cockpit, mere feet away from Alpha's face. The ship was going down.

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  • She waited, and timed it. As she went down the ship's twin lasers fired towards the edgelord. Soon, he saw her eject right, riiiiight before it hit, and she jumped from the chair. It was an ace maneuver that would take skill to pull off. There must have been some sort of suit-changing apparatus on board, as she was clad in her signature armor too. This time, she had her old rifle and her tranq pistol. Alpha had pulled out all of the stops. She landed but got behind the ship almost immediately, pressing a few buttons as the remaining chaingun spun up and aimed at the man, firing again to give her space while she looked for the drone.

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  • The drone hovered by his left shoulder, somehow already returned to its original position, despite just having pierced through the hull of a starship. It seemed no worse for wear. The strange man, on the other hand, saw Alpha, but chose to ignore her, instead turning his attention to the wounded Sparrowhawk. Suddenly, as if to flaunt that he had more firepower that the ship, he opened fire upon it with everything that he had. His handheld turret began its Unyielding barrage, sending AP tracers soaring through the air at the ship. The two turrets on his shoulder opened up as well, firing what appeared to be shotgun shells that exploded upon impact with the craft, inflicting surprising damage. Finally, the drone sped towards the ship, and with a single fell swoop, flew right through the power-plant, sensing the lifeless VTOL soaring towards the ground.

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  • during the man's flaunting "muh gunz are bettur", Alpha took aim, and fired. the plasma weapon had enough power to punch through Alliance armor with the ability to tank multiple rounds of small-arms fire. As the VTOL went down, Alpha got pissed, firing again and again until she had no ammo in her magazine. Then, more mechanical stomping as a mech stormed out behind the man, a twin-gatling gun mech with a chainsaw embedded into the arm. It had thrusters at the back, to which it used to bum-rush the man as Alpha loaded again.

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  • The man faced Alpha but strafed towards the approaching mech, avoiding the plasma bolts and unloading a few short bursts of his turret to keep the unarmored teen behind cover. He then straps the turret onto his back (a seemingly impressive feat in itself) and then rushes towards the mech, gauntlet blades drawn. At first he seems slow, cumbersome even, but when he's close to the mech, he picks up speed, accelerating to a full on sprint as he slides between the mech's legs, and then reverses momentum as his rocket boots activate, propelling him onto the back of the mech. He embeds his blades into the back to lodge himself onto it, and then with his prosthetic, puts his flat palm onto the surface of the machine.

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  • The thrusters picked up, coating the prosthetic as the mech quickly fell backwards on its back to crush the man. Alpha popped out of cover (With armor. She put on armor. Remember?) to fire at the drone, she would kill something dammit

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