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3/8/2016 3:06:04 AM
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Considering I'm not known for being where I'm supposed to be, it's honestly debatable...
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[i][Look...][/i] He takes a deep breath (Or, at least, it sounds like it— you're not quite sure if Ignus breath.), and begins speaking. [i][If you can't keep this quiet for me, then can you at least keep this quiet for Eric? There's a slight chance I'm on parole at the moment, and he's supposed to be watching me. If this gets out to anyone, then he'll sink with me, and that's not something I want to see happen.][/i]
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How's he gonna sink when he was never assigned to babysit you? And what do I care? I just want to erase your sorry metal ass from existence... [i]He drew his magnum, and pulled the hammer back, and made his call.[/i] Cooper, I got your tin man in the computer room playing with your knife.
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[i][I suppose that's my cue to get going, then!][/i] With a quick, fluid motion, Cain thrusts the blade into Wilson's helmet, orange lights dancing with blue sparks as the programming turns up the brightness settings of your HUD to massive levels.
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[i]He immediately grabs him, and lets loose a Tesla pulse, the energy of which was enough to short several of Cain's systems while at the same time disabling his own energy shielding. His gauntlet dagger erupting forth in a flash, e slammed the blade of pure energy into Cain's chest multiple times, the blade cutting through the metal and circuitry with ease. Sheer animalistic impulse overwhelmed him as he began ripping the robot's mechanical innards apart.[/i] YOU PIECE OF -blam!-ING TRASH I'M GONNA SCRAP YOUR ASS!
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As the brightness begins to turn down again, you feel a sense of satisfaction run over you. One of your most hated enemies, now a pile of scrap... Oh, fuсk. In your hands is a large chunk of plastic alloy, silicon computer chips, and copper nanowire, ripped straight out of the server, as the sector's lights begin to flicker and the fire nozzles intermittently spout water to the tune of [b][i][HE'S GONE MAD, HE'S GONE MAD!!!][/i][/b] echoing from the hallway through the open sliding door.
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[spoiler]Nonononono you're not sliding out of that. If you're close enough to stab, he's close enough to grab.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He did blind you with your HUD. It wouldn't be possible to aim correctly when all you see is bright fuzzy white.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 3/9/2016 2:08:33 AM[spoiler]All you have to do is reach forward. Even blinded, you can still grab something in close proximity to you.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Power armor servos wouldn't be able to move such heavy metal that quickly.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's not normal power armor. I've specified this before that Wilson's is upgraded with Venom technology. Even so, you could not evade someone so close that fast. It's impossible unless you can teleport.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Pushing off the blade plus the element of surprise, in addition to the fact you'd have to let go of the weapon you were holding or pull your arm back to grab him with either hand.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He's got a free hand. He doesn't need both to shoot a handgun.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He's leaning against the computer with his free hand, he'd have to push off.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I never said that at all. He's standing between you and the doorway.[/spoiler]
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Wilson hears a tiny ding on his helmet, and his head jerks the slightest bit to the right under the slight impact. He still can't see anything because of his malfunctioning HUD, but he can still hear Eric's cool voice pierce through his animalistic trance. "Wilson, that's enough. I'll handle him from here, you just go get your eyes checked out." He clearly didn't mean to hurt you; he had far larger and scarier guns at his disposal, but he sounded serious.
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[i]Standing up, he threw the robot into the wall with enough force to leave a sizable dent.[/i] Joke's on him, I'm always wearing aviators, even in here hehehe. [i]He turned, and left the room.[/i] May want to lock up your computers, bud. Keep the beer can away from them...
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Eric sighs, and dejectedly sets to setting Task up against the wall so that he's more "comfortable". The damage is catastrophic, regardless, and he knows that purchasing the required exotic materials would be... costly. Still, the machine was his ally now, so he'd have to keep the complaining down to a minimum. He runs a diagnostic scan quickly, before cauterizing the leaking wounds with his combat knife. "Y'know, I figured that you'd go snooping around our stuff, but I didn't think that you'd actually try to defend yourself when we caught you. Maybe you aren't as intelligent as they said you were, picking a fight with Alex Wilson... So, what exactly do you need right now? Fixing an Ignus isn't exactly something I learned in the Academy."
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Edited by Wretched Cain: 3/9/2016 9:29:27 PMHis head stirs as the holographic halo around his head flickers in static, desperately trying to stay lit. [i][I'm alive... Why... I should be slag after that...][/i] He looks up and stirs a bit. [i][Your armor... Where did you get that?][/i]
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"Scavenged it off of a half-dead Original, stole its Solarium carapace and redid some of its functions. Why?" Eric looks at you quizzically, slightly unsure of what to do.
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He sighs, slumping against the wall. [i][Good... Good. Take a seat, the N-Atoms will expand eventually.][/i]
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[i][Nano-Atoms...][/i] His breathing steadies. [i][Atoms smaller than atoms, artificially shrunken down into compact form by scavenged Kol technology. Upon injury, they expand, exchange electrons, protons, and neutrons as demanded by the necessary materials, and close wounds in a matter of minutes. Their uses are endless... Microscopic data storage, hyper-dense materials... If I poured my guts into your hands, and I'd rather not, it'd slip through the atoms in your hand.][/i]
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 3/15/2016 5:11:29 AMEric sits besides him. "What does that mean for the suit? Do you need a transfusion?"
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[i][No... I'll be fine. Just... Give me a moment.][/i] He grimaces at you. [i][A heads up BEFORE you let me use that damned thing would have been highly appreciated.][/i]
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Eric picks him up in his arms fairly gently, and begins sprinting towards his ship, without jostling Cain overly much. He places him down on a seat near the cockpit, and straps him in, while activating the ship's systems. The cockpit vibrates as the ship leaves the hangar, but once it hits warp, the rest of the journey is smooth. He exits warp a few systems away, at random coordinates, just outside of an uninhabited solar system. The whole venture takes around five minutes, but certain precautions prevented any faster travel. "Alright, what now?@
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[spoiler]I'm talking about the entire Infinity. Not just the Torch Hammer. If Cain isn't radioactive slag yet, then there's another Ignus in the proximity, meaning either the Ignus found Cain and a search party is en route, or something else is already aboard the ship.[/spoiler]
