[b][i]Why Does Everybody Want to Kick My Ass?[/i][/b]
[b]Rebel Territory, Outer System[/b]
[i]The armored man trudged into the bar, his machine gun locked back in a safe configuration, his Tesla shielding off. The eyes of the figure's helmet glowed a bright reddish orange, lighting up his face and the area in front of him. The flag that he wore as a cloak covered his shoulders and draped down his back, covering the rest of his arsenal. His footfalls were heavy, his figure intimidating. As he entered, he got looks from men and women all over the place. Shrugging them off, he headed to the bar, where he ordered a drink, as in, an entire bottle of Jack Daniels. Beside him, sat a cute little blonde, the type of girl that made any man drool. She wore cutoff denim shorts and a rolled-up flannel, and kept shooting him friendly glances. Unable to just shrug her off, he made his own advances.[/i]
What's a little thing like you doin' in a place like this?
[i]Smiling, she replied.[/i]
Just out and about for a drink.
[i]From across the bar by the billiards tables, a man had noticed his girlfriend talking to the figure in power armor, and being more than a bit tipsy, he headed over, pool cue in hand.[/i]
HEY! WHAT THE -blam!- DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, BUD? CAN'T YOU SEE SHE'S WITH ME?
[i]Wilson turned to face him, and shot back rapidly.[/i]
Hard to tell considering your drunk ass is over there with the other monkeys.
[i]The man's face went red, and he swung with the pool cue, upwards at Wilson, who promptly grabbed the cue with his left hand.[/i]
I wouldn't do that. I really wouldn't do that.
[i]Snarling, the man whipped a switchblade, and in seconds, Wilson shattered his bottle of booze over the man's head, sending him to the ground in a heap. Seeing the commotion, his friends approached, brandishing their pool cues, some also with switchblades as well.[/i]
Every... -blam!-ing.... Day...
ALRIGHT -blam!- THIS!
[i]His Browning swung down out of its locked position and locked its bolt with a satisfyingly loud click, and then all hell broke loose.[/i]
[b]BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM[/b]
[i]The sound of the weapon was rhythmic, and casings and bits of belts shot out of the weapon's ejector port as Wilson turned to face them. In a matter of seconds, the men before him were made into mincemeat. In the ensuing commotion, the patrons of the bar had scattered, including the girl and the bartender. Shrugging, Wilson grabbed another bottle and slid it into his bandolier. Turning to leave, he went back and looted each man, the headed out into the city for a little sightseeing. [/i]
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