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Edited by Trashcan Jesus:
2/8/2016 3:36:29 AM
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[i][b]Soldier of Fortune[/b][/i]
[b]Mar Sara, Rebel-Controlled Territory[/b]
[i]The figure appeared in the desert, standing atop a dune, cloak blowing in the wind. Engaging his stealth systems, he began his search for his targets. His khukri was in hand, and he was ready to strike. He'd figured the AMP suits and whatever had delivered them wouldn't be hard to locate considering the size, and the fact that the desert was desolate. Synching to a secure network, he downloaded files detailing the planet's layout and recent images of the surface, as to gauge his position. To be this deep into enemy territory was a dangerous game. More than likely, he'd keep things simple: move in, take what he needed to quietly, and leave before a serious counter operation could be mounted. For now, his job was simple, but that was without factoring in more probable variations and possible events.[/i]
[spoiler]Open to Sig[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Cough, Mar Sara is a desert planet. You're thinking of Tenalis.[/spoiler] The top of an old freighter peaks out from the middle of a box canyon in the distance, and several columns of smoke rise from a small, solitary set of industrial stacks a quarter of a mile away from the canyon. The stacks sitting alone is a tell, one that suggests an underground production facility. As for the freighter, its position in the canyon wouldn't abnormal, as the local mapping system indicates a spring in the box canyon. But, considering the proximity of the smokestacks, one could postulate that the freighter is picking up something from the possible underground facility.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 2/8/2016 3:34:52 AM[spoiler]Sorry I'm still trying to figure out all the planets. [/spoiler] [i]Teleporting to the rim, the cloaked figure arrived observes the freighter and the surrounding area. The place was massive, far larger than expected. Maintaining a secure line, Wolf patched his HUD feed to the Federation's intelligence agencies, marking the location and the freighter.[/i]
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The exit to the factory is something akin to a hangar, with small berths running along the sides. Each berth contains a finished AMP Suit, and through the large door at the rear of the massive room, a production facility for parts, weapons, and munitions related to the suits can be seen. Several AMP Suits are occupied, moving spare parts, munitions, and other items to be loaded into the waiting freighter.
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[i]He watches, marking each vehicle and soldier on his HUD. He hadn't expected this many to be in the way, but he would have to roll with the punches. If worst came to worst, he always had a fallback in Alex Wilson. By the looks of things, he'd be needing it. Running each soldier through a recognition database, he hunted for a match for the he had seen in the images that was supposedly in charge of the operation. Perhaps a convincing chat would be more appropriate, or maybe he'd cause a little chaos and force him out.[/i]
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A group of soldiers, and what look like businessmen, stand at the rear of the AMP hangar. One of them matches the man in question, and he appears to be speaking to one of the suited individuals.
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[i]Bingo. With his match made, he disappeared from the hill, reappearing behind one of the parked AMP suits. He feasibly had two options, but he figured his second one was far safer. Moving to the machine's powerplant, he rigged an explosive charge, and moved on to the next one, and the next one. Once finished, he began placing charges on structural supports around the facility, all while cloaked and undetected. Following that, he rigged up several more charges to ammunition caches, and then teleported back to the freighter. He'd be able to head off the man he wanted, and he'd be able to collapse the facility with the explosives at the same time. Two birds, about 20 pounds of high-explosive compound. Watching his man, he pulled the trigger on the detonator.[/i]
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The facility, shaken by the blasts, groans and buckles under the effects of them. The safety measures built in during construction slow the collapse of the factory, long enough for the majority of the civilian workers to leave or get into specially constructed collapse rooms. As for the man and his entourage, the man jumps into a black, heavily armored version of an AMP Suit, and sprints for the hangars exit. His entourage, however, head for a small building in the canyon.
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[i]Wolf waits silently for the man in the suit to make his move. He hadn't been there to kill the civvies, he was there to kill the man in the suit, and take out the other suits. The insurgency didn't need those kind of weapons, and he intended to destroy them. On the ground between the ship and the hangar entrance, he had lain several more explosives, closer to the ship and his position as the facility came down. Waiting for his prey to cross it, he held the detonator.[/i]
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The man stops, scanning back and forth across the canyon floor. He stays where he is for about fifteen minutes, scanning about as he does. A short while later, a government transport arrives, and takes the entourage away from the outbuilding, while the man in the AMP stays almost completely still.
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[i]Waiting, Wolf did not move. He had no reason to. He'd already gotten enough information on the entourage out to the Feds, and could hunt them later. His target was the man before him. [/i]
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The man unslings the AMPs rifle, and loads a large box of shells into it. After leveling the rifle, and taking a few moments, he starts spraying a few high explosive shells into the floor of the canyon around him.
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[i]Explosions go off around him, the noise deafening , the concussive force massive. Wolf continued to watch from his post.[/i]
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The man continues spraying until the rifle runs out of shells. He reloads it, and slings it. After another few minutes of what is probably him self-debating a solution, the loudspeakers of the suit kick on, and he speaks over the now quiet canyon. 'Hey, i know someone's out here damn it, I'd like to know what the hell is going on here. All i did was organize a deal to aid some rebels in exchange for a possible trade alliance when or if they win!'
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[i]A voice cuts into his comms, untraceable. It is calm, American, metallic.[/i] Those suits you got there, that's something that certain people don't like you handing over to insurgents. Can't just let you hand them heavy armor, that's bad business. You really think your investment's gonna pay you back when the Feds could triple it up front, no questions asked? We both know throughout history chaos has always and will always be bad for business.
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'Chaos it may be, but it appears to me that the Rebels just want to live their own way, and the Feds won't allow it. I'll be damned if someone is gonna punish me for supporting something i think is ok. It doesn't really matter anyways, the first shipment is gone already, and there are other, bigger factories than this.'
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Well thank you for the information. Maybe I'll drag you back alive so you can have that little chat with them. Anyways, I'm here more for you, alive, dead, or somewhere in between.
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'They won't get anything out of me, if you actually know as much as i think you do, you know there's no point. After going through Pandora, there's not shit in this universe that I'm afeared of.' The man scans around again, the titanium canopy not revealing what exactly he is looking at. 'I imagined you were here for that. Won't do you much good, the deal has already been made. The Mar Saran government is dedicated to arming those it sees as being agreeable, I'm just the messenger.'
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I'm getting paid either way. Doesn't much matter to me. They're serving my purpose far more than I'm serving theirs. Can't exactly say anyone else has shown any usefulness.
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'Well, in case you're thinking it, don't. That group of businessmen that were here are the plants owners, they had me here to check the quality of their product. Doesn't much matter to me now.' The man faces back towards the facility. 'Now, I'm going to try to dig these civilians out of here, kill me or don't, I don't care. I'm going to do what i think is right.' The man starts walking back towards the destroyed facility.
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[i]Before him on the ground, the figure stands, sword in hand, in his full combat gear. His cloak blows behind him in the wind, and his suit bears the scars of many a fight, however, the mask stands out. Like the armor, it is solid black, except for three white slashes across the left side of his face. On the right side, the words "FORGIVE ME MAMA" were carved into the metal. [/i] Well I'm afraid I can't just let you run off for the collateral. You're coming with me, be it in a bag or otherwise.
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'You've got time, they don't. Get the hell out of my way and let your employer know that I'll be by to see them as soon as i fix the problem they caused here.' The suit remains still.
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Well I can't say that's the answer I was looking for. [i]He holsters the sword, and pulls his rifle from his back, a SCAR-H, once belonging to his father. Reaching for a magazine on his bandolier, he loaded the rifle and locked the bolt.[/i] Can't say you've got much ground to negotiate on, either.
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'You must not either, considering you're hoping rifle rounds will go through an inch and a half of titanium plating.' The man taps the suits arm against the armored canopy, and grabs the rifle off of its back, loading a box of shells into it.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 2/10/2016 2:38:03 AMOh believe me, I've got plenty. [i]He simply stands in front of the suit, rifle in his hand, simply waiting.[/i]
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The suit remains still for a moment longer, before it starts to raise its rifle. Before he can fully raise the rifle, however, he changes his mind, and starts walking towards the factory, intending to walk right over the man if he didn't move out of the way first.
