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 Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:58 pm
"Impressive tower isn't it? Although not the biggest I've seen. If they attack in full force I give them a day to hold out. Oh yeah what is your name sir?" he says to the unknown man.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:03 pm
Finishing his cheeseburger, he clapped his gloved hands together loudly to brush the crumbs and grease off. Or try to, anyway. Despite being in soldier attire, the man carried a wholely different demeanor than that of the determined seriousness of the military types everywhere around here.
Turning, he leaned his back against the rails and propped his elbows up on the rail as well.
And let out a thunderous belch.
Congratulating himself on the accomplishment, he stifled a small laugh and pulled his canteen off his belt.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:05 pm
The stranger starts, as though he has been shaken out of a reverie or a dream. He shakes his head as though to clear it, causing his black hair to toss about and come to rest messily.
???: "My name is Seth J'Tentra, though most people call me Drake."
He holds out his metal-coated hand for a handshake, his eyes...er, eye meeting the stranger's eyes.
Drake: "And by what name are you called?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:11 pm
Shaking Drake's hand he nods and replies, "My name is Damian Olivander of Middle Sickle Highlands of Terringer. I am a Brigadier General of the Mercenary League. Most people call my either Damian or just make an acronym of my name and call me Doomshot. You can call me either one." He makes eyes contact with Drake not using his closed real eyes but a shimmering translucent purplish eye that start to materialize in front of his face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:13 pm
One of the Western Republics many Giat APC's pulled up slowly at the outermost main checkpoint of the St. Agrippina quarantine. The old Ymiristani national colors replaced with a flag that represented the Canyons, Steppes, and rocky lands of the west. It was a VIP transport APC, inside was Carl Spegal, new head of the Western Inteligence Service, along with his assistant, Bill Spegal. The inside was practically a small office for the two men, filled with supplies and equipment. The APC's special shock absorbers kept the ride smooth, making sure nothing jostled them too much as they worked over the briefings and compared notes. The APC halted, waiting for contact with the guards.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:19 pm
Capping his canteen and placing it back on his belt, he pushed himself off the rail and meandered through the crowd. Stopping when he saw a man in a trenchcoat and another man wearing weird red gauntlets. Both were carrying swords, and they were talking to each other.
Sore thumbs, much?
He approached them both, with a complete lack of tact or attention paid to their conversation. He spoke, with a slight accent that was clearly foreign.
"You two look pretty out of place." Giving a wide smile of astonishingly straight and white teeth. Tattoos of barbed wire meandered across his face like the roots of a plant, and the helmet he wore loosely had something white written across it, in another language.
He seemed genuinely friendly, if a little blunt.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:23 pm
Lowering the flame thrower after bringing it up at the sound, he nods. "I guess we do look out of place. Who are you friend?" Knowing that if he was foe the tranlucent eye he is currently using would have detected him far before. "That language! Do you come from Karrick or Rhir?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:31 pm
"No no, from somewhere really far from here. Name's Saul. I imagine I'm here for the same reason as you folks. Private contractor." Giving a light shrug before reaching for his helmet to keep it from falling off.
With his left hand on his belt, next to the tonfa hanging there. Saul offered his right, slightly greasey glove and all, for a handshake.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:35 pm
Reaching and accepting the hand presented he shakes it. "I'm Bigadier General Damian. I am one of the Mercs that was hired by the A through E Corp."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:39 pm
"Brigadier?" Saul repeated in mild surprise.
"Don't see a whole lot of officers on the front. Most REMFs that I've seen are behind everyone else."
Saul brought his hands up and rubbed them together before moving them over his entirely bare arms. A little cold for his tastes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:45 pm
"I'm a Mercenary, I don't beleive in staying behind. I was sent here to assess and help with the attacks and defense. That means I'll be wading through the enemy trying to take back this city." The nearly invisible eye floating in front of his face glows a opaque purple. He twists around and unleashes a jet of flame upon the moving mass of green sludge. "Keep away from that and its slime! That is a Vixiphomorph. Its acidic to the point you be dissolved before the second syllable. This flame should destabilize its shape but it takes an electric charge to break the bonds that keeps it shapes."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:47 pm
Stepping back at the sudden movement, Saul watched the General hose down some slime. Must've seemed like a good idea at the time.
The General also used a whole lot of big words, that weren't 'zombies' or 'undead.'
"Slime? That's not very zombie-like."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:56 pm
While keeping the the Vixiphomorph from moving by keeeping flame on it. "We ain't facing zombies here. We are facing some type of mutagenic virus. This must have came from the biological weapons they used against my helicopter. I need a taser or something, Otherwise when I run out of feul in this cell we are all dead these things can move fast as hell." he shouts. "Just bring me a electric weapon! This thing is living acid!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:59 pm
"That's too bad. I like zombies."
Reaching back to his hind belt pouch and removing a small black stungun, he under handed tazer to the General, continuing to talk.
"Just as well, beggars can't be choosers and I have a lot of bullets."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:05 pm
"Thanks!' He takes the tazer and pulls the trigger. Two wires fly out of the end of the gunand implant into the acid. He stops using the flamethrower and the things starts moving towards him. Then the electrical charge flows through the wires into the slime like monster. The monster starts to take on random shapes and starts form pseudopods that shoot out before restracting. The Main mass of it starts growing before it bursts sending acid into the vegetation burning right through it. "Hopefully that is the only one. These things would normally be impossible to kill without electricity. I would hazard that we should only see these guys around the anti air defenses. At least I assume that since the city is still here."
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