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3/5/2016 4:56:51 PM
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"Haven't seen a hell this bad since taco Tuesday."[b][i] Natalie jokingly whispers to Alex, who faces the man. [/i][/b]"I need a sitrep, you able to provide?" [b][i]She asks, reloading her guns hastily. [/i][/b]
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"Normal day, boring as hell, yada, yada, then these things attacked and pretty much annihilated us. Might be a survivor or two inside but I wouldn't have my hopes up. Shoot em dead, then push on." He grins sadly, looking around for other friendlies.
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"Kill shit, I like your style." [b][i]Natalie jokingly says, approaching the corpse of one of the dead soldiers. [/i][/b]"What can you tell me about these weapons, and the armour?"
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"As for weapons, our standard round size is a 7.62 NATO put in a rifled barrel. Armor is made of a steel-plastic-iron alloy. Rather strong. The creatures are obviously too primitive to use weapons. Probably aren't even smart enough to have emotions." He looked at the body, recognizing his friend. He walks towards the body, kneeling down and feeling for dogtags. He soon finds them and pulls, ripping them off of what was left of the neck. He shook his head and put the tags on his belt.
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"You knew this one?" [b][i]She asks, taking the rifle and slinging it across her back, next to the .308 rifle[/i][/b]
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"Yes ma'am, one of my best friends here." He pauses for a second, thinking something over. "But he wouldn't want me to bitch and moan over his death. He'd want me to get revenge for his sorry ass." He chuckles a bit.
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"Then let's do it. What's the specs for the suit?" [b][i]She asks, drawing her .308 and swapping to a fresher magazine [/i][/b]
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"Two-hundred and seventy-six pounds of thick plating. It sounds bad, but it really isn't because it's spread out around the body evenly, and there's a support suit you wear underneath to help with bodily movements. Can stop anything from a 'nine to a 'forty-five. No bruising or broken bones. I love this armor."
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"Good, because I'll be needing a suit." [b][i]She says, dragging the suit off around the corner and equipping it, going back to the group. [/i][/b]"Somehow it fit perfectly. Lead the way."
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"Eh, Dante always was a smaller jackass." He chuckles, holding up his rifle and heading towards the door. [spoiler]I'm about to go afk for a bit, will continue when I come back. Hopefully we'll have more people lol[/spoiler]
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[b][i]They both draw their respective firearms and follow him, ready to fire at a moments notice[/i][/b] [spoiler]Got it[/spoiler]
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He looks at the group and nods before putting a hand on the control panel. "Ready?"
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"Ready as I'll ever be." [b][i]Natalie asks, and Alex gets a crazed look in her eyes. [/i][/b]
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He hits the button, backing away from the door to group up. He raises his rifle as the door begins to raise.
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[spoiler]Alex is KIA so it's just Nat and your character. [/spoiler] "Let's play bitches." [b][i]She mutters to herself, and down the hall footsteps can be heard rushing to the duo. [/i][/b]"I didn't miss anything did I?" [b][i]The figure asks, his onyx black robes hiding his face like a shadow, the words HUNTERS LEGION sprawled across the back, and a patch on his left arm reading NTR. 3 revolvers lay at his hip, one black, one white, and one red. He holds an old AK-47 in one hand, and a newer looking one in the other. [/i][/b]
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[spoiler]What happened to her?[/spoiler] He nods at the man, firing a few rounds at nearby creatures.
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[spoiler]Things and stuff. She was stale, needed to bring in ol' JT here. [/spoiler] [b][i]He lifts both guns, steadily pushing up as he fires at crowds of oncoming creatures, missing no shots, and Natalie starts unloading into them as well. [/i][/b]
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[spoiler]Ah[/spoiler] They slowly push onward, making their way to the control room. The hallways were littered with bodies of multiple species and races, blood painted the walls, lights were flashing and weak at best.
