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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/26/2017 2:49:24 AM
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"Gladly." The Krogan stated, (basically cheating) by pulling out an [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffect/images/a/a2/ME3_Claymore_Shotgun.png/revision/latest?cb=20120317200800]M-300[/url] Claymore, firing a round toward Weiss.
It's full power could probably decimate any shields he might have.
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"OH SHIT!" [i]Weiss had exclaimed, having just enough time to activate the barrier, before the explosion occurred as he was blown back by the resulting explosion of the shield, sending him flying through a table and a few chairs. He wasn't out for the count though. A few broken bones were shown on his HUD, along with minor internal bleeding. He needed to act fast, so the "Dragonspear" had materialized within his hands as he got up painfully. With the activation of a button, the spearhead transformed into a [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpsjmRKl4tlV54ov3ptCFeHgHQXQZ9eQ1g7Z8qsgTWcJEBc6iXxg]30x173mm[/url] barrel.[/i] "You bloody wаnker." [i]He said, holding the spear in a RPG like fashion, the tank round having shot out of it and sending the man flat on his ass as the round hurled towards the Krogan.[/i]
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[spoiler]•_• .....well shit.[/spoiler] The round would've went through the Krogan...and the only thing that was left of him? His gun, Warhammer...and probably his feet. Everyone looked at him, wondering just how f*****g insane someone had to be to bring something as big as that. Vel simply wondered in her head how he got a weapon that big...and who he even was.
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[i]Weiss got up and held the Spear in one hand, making a triumphant pose as it dematerialized.[/i] "Hate using that thing...." [i]He muttered to himself as he approached the Krogan, what was left of him anyhow.[/i] "Couldn't talk for shit and couldn't fight for shit. There's a relation in those two things you know." [i]The man said, seemingly not speaking to anyone in particular. Nonetheless he grabbed the rather large gun. Then he noticed all the funny faces he got.[/i] "What? Never seen a fight before? Go home. Unless you're that sad enough to drink whatever liquor is left on the floor. You don't want to end up like Mr. I'm missing my upper half do you?"
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Most ran out the bar, either in fear, or just to follow the mostly panicked crowd. This left Vel, who rose from the table with her WESTARs toward Weiss...albeit, this was more out of fear that he'll point to the 'tank spear' right back at her. "What the hell was that? Who are you?" She asks in rapid succession.
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[i]He did not have the tank spear aimed at her, however the large gun the Krogan had, was.[/i] "That was a spear. It fires tank shells. I am Weiss, you need not know more except I am a man of....thrill, should I say. That turtle guy was sadly a dud. I didnt even feel adrenaline rushing in my brain. Only disappointment. Now, I presume you'll answer the same question?"
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"Velinnea Stoik; Mandalorian, and current Alliance operative. Been here at the Dojo for...I'm guessing a few months. Two years...actually, I'm starting to forget." She says.
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[i]Weiss almost gagged at the thought of a Mandolorian, he never thought of them in a bright light.[/i] "Bloody Mandolorians...popping up like the bubonic plague now. But....I get your feeling. I am just here to feel the thrill of life, but even I can't achieve that now. All this guy managed to do is make me realize that I'm just....wasting my time."
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She sighs, lowering her weapons. "Question is...what exactly are you wasting time on? And why exactly does doing that (she points to the hole in the wall plus the remains of the Krogan) make you happy?" She asks.
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"I am wasting my time trying to find an appropriate combatant I can fight at my fullest potential. Forcing me to use every trick up my Arsenal. It's not that I gain joy from being a masochist, it's the thrill, the feeling of adrenaline pumping in your brain as you fight for your life. [i]That,[/i] is what I fight for. I once was altruistic, I had stopped however, as it is useless."
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"So...you want someone that you think is worthy of fighting?" She asks him, curious as to what he meant.
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"That's one interpretation. Let's just leave it at that." [i]He replied, sheathing the HF blade on his lower back, which swiveled to his hip.[/i] "You should thank me though....I did save almost everyone from an idiot using a gun like this in a bar. It was a given I retaliated with my spear. He started it after all."
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 8/26/2017 4:22:54 AM"I know. Was gonna help you against that Krogan, but you already seemed to take care of that idiot with your...spear....thing." She states, looking around for something. She found it; wedged between a booth was a vodka, which miraculously survived the entire thing. She offered to share it with the man.
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"Fine. Only one glass. I'll let you in on a secret while I'm still here I guess." [i]Sam has said, the helmet folding out to reveal a male, obviously. He had ashen hair that became a ponytail, with a full white beard as well. He was not however old or senile in any sense.[/i] "That spear technically isn't mine. I refuse to say how I acquired it, but it partly serves as a reminder."
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"Ay...these pistols? I mamaneged to help lead a small clone army. They're on planet, not at the Dojo right now. Some of them are out in the field; others are here, in case an invasion happens." She tell Weiss, pouring him a glass.
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[i]He took the glass, taking a sip.[/i] "I used to be a contractor. I took contracts and granted people's wishes. Did you know the tank spear isn't even the most ridiculous thing I've owned? Because what I used back then was a rail gun."
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She spat her drink out. "A f******g raikgun? I remember that pretty much everyone was after any type of railgun in the black markets I visited...you could've gotten rich on one of those." She says to Weiss. "What happened? Lost it or something?" She asks.
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"I still have it. Don't use it now. It's more or less a sentimental piece at this point. Before you ask, no, you cannot use it." [i]He replied, taking another sip of the vodka.[/i] "I should inform you I had it crafted for me. Didn't buy it anywhere. I did acquire my HF Blade through currency however. However, it is a rather dangerous tool if you aren't properly trained and equipped."
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"I know. Not exactly the type of person to use a railgun unless it's a sniper...or some pistols. Plus...I've got my own stuff...too bad I left it back at base." Vel had told Weiss, mumbling the last part to herself. "I mean, before you start asking, I'm not part of the Mandalorian order anymore. Joined the Republic a few months after I turned 20 years old." She says.
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"You could always invest in digital pockets. It's how I got tank spear here. It uh, takes some time getting used to though. But you joined this...Republic? I sincerely hope you feel like you made the right choice. Me? I fight for myself, for my own ideals. That's what it means to be free. No fighting for factions whose goals you don't understand, no smartasses, no dickwads who think they're superior to you bullshit. It's just you, and your own goals. What I'm getting at miss, if it's something you truly believe in, not because they coerced you with fancy words and toys, then you should fight for it and yourself."
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She had thought about all that, leaving the room almost completely quiet, except for the sound of those who either stayed behind or started to clean up the mess at the bar, trying not to interrupt the two. "Yeah...for the past few months, I haven't exactly been part of the Republic...kinda' left since then." She says.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 8/27/2017 12:38:55 AM"As long as it's for what you believe in. What your own goals are. Not what others dictate you to do." [i]He had replied with a sigh and drank more of the vodka.[/i] "I used to be what you'd call, reliant on certain things. But, I had a wake up moment, maybe I didn't need to rely on others to tell me what to do. Maybe I didn't have to rely on a certain weapon or ability. As long as the job is done I guess. Life's funny like that, people just....do, without thinking."
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"Ay...I...guess the people I'm with now tell me the same thing. I'm supposed to help lead a ground team in an invasion of a planet I've never been to before...I've lost a girlfriend to...well, me. I've lost good people; people that I cared for out there." She tells Weiss, taking a huge swig straight out of the bottle she had.
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"Yeah. I feel you. I have a friend, he's quite literally a zombie at this point. He just...suffers. I can't put him out of his misery, and I'm positive it was all my fault. I've said enough." [i]He said, finishing his glass and scanned the rifle to later use.[/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 8/28/2017 12:43:38 AMShe finishes her drink, sipping it up. "If you need anything and see me in the Dojo, you know where I'm gonna be." She says, looking to Weiss with a smile.
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"This bar, right? Well, I should probably give you a way to contact me. This bar ain't exactly....safe." [i]Weiss had said to her, mechanical clicks and whirrs coming from his body.[/i]
