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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/22/2018 3:19:46 AM
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[b]Chaos.
Outside Dojoville limits
9:45 AM[/b]
[i]Wanted for Mass murder....[/i]
"Shit"
As soon as it had gone up she had fled to her friends. She was reckless, but not stupid. Honestly, she knew it was coming soon. When was the question.
Now she knew.
"Shit!"
She had armed her rifle and put on her armor, waiting on the ramp to her ship. It's weapons were active, and the railgun mounted on the back scanned for targets on it's turreted mount.
"Damn all of you..."
She had never wanted the front lines. To help was what she wanted. The family that took her in had been her saving grace, at first. Her medical skills (rarely used) were gladly received by the crew.
Then with the Hermes, that changed.
Her skill set went from medical and some light engineering to marksmanship and piloting.
"Damn it to hell..."
As her skill set changed, so did she. The girl used to love. She used to be a sweet innocent teen who just wanted to protect her family. In that way, she had broken in a way that even Amoridia couldn't have.
"Come get me you bastards...."
But the rest wasn't important. Her reflection, punctuated by cursing, was interrupted as she stood up. She looked around, priming the ionization chamber in her Rifle, and waited. For friend or foe, only time would tell
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[spoiler]Got you music broseph https://youtube.com/watch?v=kHWIShk7COE[/spoiler] [spoiler]Good luck! [/spoiler]
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[i]"Rodriguez, this is Polar-One, we are one thousand meters from target. Commencing attack." The NTR bombers flew overhead the space station of Alpha's ship: Several small explosives knocked on the roof, blowing whatever they could apart. It seems the Republic finally came. [/i]
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Eve came running out of the woods, energy shield in... arm, I guess. Anyways, as she ran towards Alpha, Kris emerged from the other side of the clearing and aimed a rocket launcher at the incoming fighter. [b]Beep. Beep. Beep. Dmmmmm. Target acquired.[/b] Kris pulled the trigger, the missile screaming from its barrel and into the sky, towards the NTR fighter. Eve continued her surprise rescue, grabbing Alpha by the arm and taking her into the woods. Kris dropped the launcher and followed them.
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[i]Sadly for Kris, not only did the bomber just move out of the way, an NTR sniper shot her directly in the head. Like, direct shot, accounting for wind using a .50 caliber HP+ round. Several more fired at Alpha. [/i]
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Literally who is "she" Assuming it's Sleek And assuming the forest is pretty dense Lol what And assuming you didn't know Eve is my new main F*ck off with that shit, mang Eve and Kris would continue to attempt escort Alpha through the forest, the bullet pinging off of Eve's shield. Should've mentioned it was an energy shield.
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[spoiler]Yeah no, the NTR has InfraRed scopes. And you said the name Kris midway through your reply. [/spoiler]
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 1/23/2018 12:50:15 AM--------- [b]Eve[/b] --------- Eve and Kris continued to rush through the forest with Alpha, eventually coming to a large open road. “Drake, we need an evac now!” “Negative on that evac Eve, I’ll swing back around in a ‘sec. Just hang in there, and don’t let ‘em split you up.” Drake responded as the Arrowhead roared into the distance. Eve swore under her breath and and cast a shield into the ground, the solid energy ripping through the asphalt and stretching to nearly five feet high. It would act as a body shield and as a roadblock, if the NTR decided to use any ground-based vehicles. --------- [b]Winchester[/b] --------- Winchester’s muscles tensed beneath his armor, his flesh pressing against the cold second skin he had become so used to. He flexed his jaw subconsciously, his teeth making a sound like grinding stone. He slipped his helmet onto the rest of his armor, his vision filling with false colors and flashing lights. There was no music this time. No growling vocals or shredding guitars. Only Winchester and his thoughts. Today was going to be a good day. He took a step forward, then another, then another as he made his way out of the Woods and towards the familiar sounds of battle. Even basic bodily functions seemed to escape Winchester in those moments, his mind elsewhere entirely. He was excavating his past self. He needed to if he wanted to win this battle. He felt phantom pains and translucent sensations fill him once more. Today was going to be a good day. He remembered The Pits. He remembered the blood-soaked sands beneath him, and an equally bloody sky above his head. He remembered roaring crowds and belligerent combatants. He remembered why he fought. For his family. He fought just so he could get by. But he remembered a moment that would come to define him forever more. Moments where the snapping of bone and the yielding of flesh to steel was tantalizing to the senses. Today was going to be a good day. Winchester remembered now. He felt all restraint and connection leave him in one instant. He felt his blood boil within his veins and a slurry of chemicals flood his cranium. Winchester remembered why he fought. Not for money, not for power, not for recognition or glory. He heard a memory beckon him. He remembered his father’s question: Why do you fight? Winchester stared at the advancing forces with a smile on his face, as he readied an automatic rifle in his hands. Winchester answered his question: “WHY THE HELL NOT?!” Today was a good day. ---------- [b]Drake[/b] -------- A supersonic boom echoed throughout Dojoville, like a prodigal thunderclap sent by an angry god, followed by the booming roar of thrusters. As if it were a lightning bolt streaming towards the ground, the Arrowhead leapt out of FTL, its engines whining and its guns blazing. Drake pulled back hard on the throttle and pitched the ship up slightly, allowing its point-defense emplacements to open fire on the various NTR sniper positions. Without a proper targeting solution, the shots were largely inaccurate, but the sheer quantity of bullets--like a solid wall of tungsten--made cover a necessity. He strafed over towards the charred ruins of Alpha’s Sparrowhawk with his directional thrusters, continuing to bombard all NTR ground forces with the combined fire of several point-defense turrets. He opened the rear cargo hatch of the ship, and let several large crates fall to the ground, forming some semblance of makeshift cover, one of which deployed a medium-sized bubble shield around Alpha’s position, and the two others of which contained weapons crates, full of Silver Dollar coilguns and random handheld explosives. Drake then sealed up and flew off in the direction of the bombers, another plan formulating in the back of his mind. For now, he was gone. As adrenaline streamed through his veins, he grunted out a reply to Eve, G-forces pinning him to his seat. “Negative on that evac Eve, I’ll swing back around in a ‘sec. Just hang in there, and don’t let ‘em split you up.” --------- [b]Sawyer[/b] --------- Mud, strewn foliage and the far-away crackling roars of gunfire preceded the man as he sat perched upon the rock overlooking the grassy, rolling plains on the perimeter of the Dojoville, within the stasis bubble that kept away the furious blizzards of Tatakai. A knife was clenched between his teeth, biting into the tied hilt of the lengthy weapon, and upon the pained moaning of his comrade the hulking figure dropped from the boulder. War paint encircled his eyes, concealing weary bags after sleepless nights posted in the battlefield. A simple war-dress clothed him, a tattered, flowing cloth native to the Paladins of Prillion. He walked from the shrouding trees of the forest, unarmed, clad with only a simple knife, and sprinted into the ensuing battle.
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[b]Eve: [/b] [i]"Polar-One, Two, Three - Drop any remaining explosives on the girl and her protector." Polar and his team took their orders and went with it. Half of the payload had been spent prior, and the other half had been dropped on Eve and Alpha to ensure they were dealt with. Even if they weren't, the shield surely wouldn't have survived the blast, that or it had been dug up and fell. [/i] [b]Winchester: [/b] [i]Trees fell in the distance, and rolling tracks joined them. Several bodies of green metal protruded from the falling line, and bullets came for him. Fifty caliber shots, Beowulf variant - They would fire rapidly at Winchester, and one by one the tanks echoed and blew up his position. [/i] [b]Drake: [/b] [i]The NTR saw the dropped crates, but opted to relocate some Legion Snipers to keep a watchful eye on them with their cloaking devices active. When he was all out of crates, several tracking anti-aircraft rockets came for the Arrowhead at subsonic speeds - Be it from vehicles and defence systems in place or ground personnel outfitted with their technology. [/i] [b]Sawyer: [/b] [i]An NTR Marine squadron saw Sawyer sprinting from a few hundred metres away, and they opened fire with their rifles. Most were automatic 5.56, with one or two DMR users shooting 7.62. [/i]
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[b]Eve:[/b] Eve grabbed Alpha and Kris by the wrist and, in a flash of radiation and energy, they were gone into the main battlefield with Winchester and Sawyer. More troops had presumably moved into the battlefield, and Eve had an idea. “Kris, you know that thing?” Kris grinned and nodded, unsheathing a gun-sword: cutlass blade, .50 caliber. Eve unsheathed her own blade- matte black with a red finish on the leather-wrapped grip. The same as her father. “Let's do this.” [i]“I think Sawyer has them under control, and Drake and Winnie the tanks. Focus on infantry.”[/i] [b]Winchester:[/b] Winchester immediately began to fire upon the tanks with his autocannon (which could’ve very well have been on a ship’s wing), mass reactive bolts slamming into plated armor with furious claps of thunder. To avoid being hit by the tank shells too much, Winchester made use of the thrusters built into his greaves, frequently and sporadically darting short distances to mitigate the damage his shields took. [b]Drake:[/b] Drake rolled the ship, allowing his PTDs to shoot the missiles down with a wider firing arc. He diverted energy from the ship’s capacitor from his shields to his engines, and boosted towards the fleeing bombers. This time, he spun up the ship’s massive anti-personnel autocannons, mounted on gimbal for added precision, and opened fire on the entire convoy of aircraft from close-quarters as they finished their bombing run on Eve’s position. Drake glanced to the side of his cockpit, wondering if his friends had survived the volley, and gritted his teeth. It didn’t matter right now. He still had a job to do. And for now, he had the biggest guns on the field. This time, his sensors were given priority power, and he was able to detect the tanks in the woods. Hatches opened up on the hull of the Arrowhead as seeker missile racks revealed themselves, and opened up on the tanks. Each supersonic “missile” opened up to reveal a cluster of micro-missiles, which broke off from their parent projectile and swarmed the tanks on the ground, overwhelming any PDT they might have. These were MBTs--they weren’t meant to shoot at spacecraft. He kept himself above their firing arc for several seconds, unloading his volleys before taking off into the distance, preparing himself for another attack run. [b]Sawyer:[/b] As Sawyer sprinted towards the firing line of soldiers, a red cloak of energy enveloped his figure entirely, and armor soon formed around his being. It was red, polished, and smooth to the touch, like it had never before sustained damage. The bullets simply dinged off of his armor, not leaving as much of a scratch when the discarded bullets fell to the grass, and Sawyer’s sprint did not falter. Internally, needles within the suit began to pulsate with powerful tonics, injecting into every artery in his body and sending the potent elixirs flying through the bloodstream. Black, engorged veins bulged from his skin beneath the heavy armor and pulsated as more of the elixir pumped through his body. His sprint dramatically increased in speed, now barreling towards the firing line as if he were a freight train; his muscles became swollen, ripe flesh that pulsed with raw power and threatened to rip from his skin; and his face, now exposed, began to fall under a sweeping spell of delirium as he continued to barrel forward but seemingly with no indication of where he was going. The spring-coil embedded within the hilt of his blade groaned and it extended, the ending of the weapon blackening and radiating with a light blue energy that made the air around it ripple with unbridled vorpal power. He held it behind his back with a steel grip, as if the sheer raw power within the short sword threatened to make it spring from his hand and destroy the vicinity surrounding it. Despite the power of the weapon sheathed behind his back, his legs did not falter in their maddened sprint.
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A sniper shot whizzed next to Alpha's head. A warning shot. It was unsure where it was coming from. Somewhere, was a sniper. Another bullet came flying towards Alpha.
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Tubbs was just simply walking past, seemingly ignoring Alpha. He then stopped in his tracks. “Wait...” He looked at Alpha and the ship’s guns. “Should I be worried right now?”
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"just keep walking." Alpha said flatly
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“Hmmm... why do you have all those guns anyway? Waiting on someone? Ooh... can I watch the fight?”
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“Mass murder, terrorism. Hmmm sounds like one heck of a bounty. Would you mind reading some rewards people are offering for your head.” Came a voice from the shadows. Shortly after in another shadow in the area, the same voice says “Now I have seen cases where the murderer didn’t really commit thee crime, and is actually good. If you can prove your innocence, i will not help the people looking for you”
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Edited by Quietly Quincy: 1/24/2018 3:43:35 PMSipping. Loud, kind of annoying, and unrestrained sipping. The scent of the espresso, with a noticeable dash of peppermint, was what came shortly after the sound could be heard. The sipping went on and on, longer than should have been possible for any conventional cup, until it finally stopped. Whomever was consuming the beverage was roughly a few feet from the left side of the ramp, which would have been Alpha's right. And then? Silence. It lasted for a few seconds, the sounds of the surrounding wildlife undisturbed until a soft exhale, most likely a sigh, broke that peaceful silence. There was a whooshing kind of sound that lasted only a second, as if a small item had been thrown up and into the dirt in front of the lowered ramp. There was a single stimpack, sticking out of the dirt. "You know, I slid it to you because you were supposed to use it after bashing your knuckles in."
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Eve and Kris threw up their hands. "Put that thing down before you shoot us, Alpha, and get more of a bounty on your head." Kris sighed at her failed attempt at humor. "We should probably try to get back to the crew, yes? Yes. Now get what you need and let's go." Kris shook his head. Eve was too forceful and urgent, he thought.
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"Then get in. This ship is how we get out" She waved them over
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"Alright. Kris, come on." [i]"No, I'm gonna stay to cover our tracks. I'm sure someone followed you here, and when they get here, I'll misdirect 'em, buy you some time." [/i] "...Fine. Stay safe, Kris." Eve climbed into the ship with Alpha.
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[i]what the shit are you doing you goat[/i]
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Edited by ImaDrizzit: 1/22/2018 4:17:15 AMA somewhat familiar face appeared as Jace comes into sight. If this was a movie the song blade runner blues would start to play in the background. He is wearing his brown coat and black pants like normal, his hair is spiked in the top like normal, but a third of his face in now robotic. “Great just the person I want to come across on a hike,” he mutters sarcastically He sighs and puts his hand near his gun holster just to be prepared. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RScZrvTebeA Blade runner blues
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A plasna bolt slammed into the ground in front if him. "One more step and it's your head"
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“A step in wich direction hopefully not backwards, and I mean my head I know you want to go there but I just met you it’s off limits to strangers.” [spoiler] Can Jace see alpha?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]....did you bother to read the post[/spoiler] "Just go you ass. Or I'll be happy to oblige your deathwish"
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“But I can’t take another step or I’ll get shot.” He says knowing that he just took things to far. A grim smile forms on the mans face half real, half mechanical. “You know I feel like your rushing things too much why don’t we stop and get a nice cup of coffee?”
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Two shots, each aimed at his hands "Get. Out"
