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Just when Fuller thought everything was starting to go well again everything turned to hell. Why could everything go to hell in a pretty pink basket and a nifty bow? No, everything had to go to hell in the most hellish way imaginable.

His home was victim to a crash landing. His ******** home, everything that could go wrong seemed to be going wrong. At least he had probably signed that kids death warrent when he gave him the empty shotgun.

But that was of another thought and Fuller wasn't thinking much at the moment. He was screaming and god knows in great pain as the entire structure seemed to be crumbling about him. Thankfully the impact was on the other side of the building; but it was tearing lose support.

Then the floor gave way, there was only so much beating a building could take before it started to give way.

Trapped in a reality he did not enjoy Fuller was not gifted at any time a moments peace of blacking out. Nope, he was wide awake and screaming his head off as wreckage pilled up and he became nearly trapped.

It could probably only be said thanks to the fact that most if not all items had been removed as things where.

Whatever the others were thinking as the entire buidling they had only just been in collasped they would find admists the strewn wreckage a seemingly unscaved but mentally disturbed ********!"

"Not leaving you," was all Owle had time to gasp out before Kalis turned away from her. Quickly, she stuck a hand in his pocket.

Owle would vanish, her bag would drop to the floor, and Kalis would feel a small weight in his pocket. A small weight that moved...and chirped.

When she heard the sound of a crash right near her, the little bird poked her head out to see what was going on. When she realized, Kalis would hear a panicked voice in his head.

"Drive drive DRIVE!"

Damien is walking admidst the huge amount of rubble, covered in dust. He thinks back wishing that a group of zombies haven't destroyed his Hummer. He just barely escaped but he lost his flame thrower in the process. His keen hearing starts to pick up the sounds of metal against concrete and the hissing of a hydralic system then a loud crash. What the hell is that? He slowly walks towards the noise and looks around the ruins of a wall and sees something out of a science fiction movie. Some armor plated cyborg thing is walking towards the remains of a helicopter and house. Who created that? He slowly backs off careful not to make much noise.

((Erm... Yeah. Everyone look away.))

Just as everyone was piling into the humvee, a wormhole in subspace emerge d under Saul and emptied into the back of the humvee. Everyone would assume he was put there and not ask any questions.

Plot powers rule.

To be honest, the occupants, or rather the survivors, of the crash weren't exactly intent on spotting any approaching metal behemoth.

First priority was escaping from the time bomb, and re-evaluating their mission parameters. With a heavy kick, the side paneling gave way easily enough, allowing the first of the breathing occupants to make his way out of the heap.

"Jeezus christ, what the ******** kind of wlecome is that?!"

"Shut yer pie hole Rodney." The gruff line cut the chatter short, even as the Captain was the last to emerge, holding a hand to his side, which was stained red. "David, check supplies. Mikhail scope the area out, and Jonah, give me a miracle."

Each member spreadng out to do as they were told, Mikhail trudged on forward, watching step and fairly hunkered down to make use of any and all available cover. From what could be seen, they were now in the flaming remains of said building.

Getting a slightly less than perfect perch, Mikhail unslung his Longshot Sniper Rifle, and immediately zoomed, taking in the area... and spotting the juggernaut headed towards them.

David was busy kicking around the remains of the chopper, digging out whatever spare magazines he could find, along with their packs, while Jonah was checking on the Captain's injuries.

"Welcoming committee is headed towards us." Came the static free voice of Mikhail over the radio (built into their suit's collars).

The Humvee screeched to a stop as Gabe cleared the building just as it basically came crashing down from the drop...thing's impact. Gabriel was the first out of the vehicle, his weapon already shouldered as he inched towards the wreckage, one careful step after another.

Now, he wasn't sure what the origin of the incoming drop-chopper was, but he was pretty sure it wasn't a zombie creation, so he was fairly intent on seeing what was in there, as well. Perhaps weapons, armor, something of use might have been inside.

As it was, Gabriel was approaching the building from the South, moving cautiously despite the fact that he had the majority of the building's foundation to use for cover should the s**t really hit the fan. So he approached, then called out to the wreckage.

"Anyone still alive?!"

Part of him just wished nobody said anything. If current trends continued, they'd have a humvee piled ten feet high with wounded people before they even made it out of town.

((Please assume some zombies in the general area, NPC though and not coordinated with Proto-Soldier, I don't have time to puppet a bunch of cannon fodder.))



Proto-soldier sensed movement and heard voices faintly, with almost human intuition it backed up a few steps, scanning the terrain, mainly the building. It detected heat signatures, but they were muffled amidst the burning rubble.

Number and strength of hostiles unknown, proceed with caution. Energy Shields on standby for instant activation at 10% full power.

Prot-Soldier had an entirely different definition of proceeding with caution than a normal soldier, and proceeded to fire an RPG into the burning wreckage of the building, the choper, which should be visable consider the building that provided its cover was mostly destroyed, would receive an additional RPG. The first RPG would be aimed in the general direction of enemy heat signatures. Anything that moved would receive a one second burst of 12.7mm armor piercing at 20 rounds per second until Proto-Soldier Mark IV determined it was waisting ammunition. There was a electrical sound from the cyborg's core, as if it was generating a great deal of energy on its own.

Fuller was a ways from the crash sight, well as far away as you could be in the remains of an apartment while still being within the rubble. He had taken cover and the general area with a burning wreck of a helicopter leaking smoke would be enough to throw the cyborgs heat sensors into chaos, so those guys were safe.

They weren't the only ones safe, the humvee with the others was obtructed from the new threats view by a portion of remaining wall.

And Fuller was under cover and using a gap between rubble to see what was going on.

All hell broke loose once more as the threat opened fire on phantom images in its heat sensors. Enough noise to ring someone's ears was being put out. Enough noise to cover the near soundless weapon Fuller used.

Shouldering his weapon he leaned back against a fallen section of wall, still being cover he remebered where the target had been and squeezed the trigger.

In rapid session, quicker then what one could react with no fore warning, four HELLHOUND 40mm grenade rounds landed on the cyborg. The anti-light vehicle capabilities would be put to good use penetrating armour as a hail of shrapenal bloomed into existance.

There would be no chance for even "instaneously readied" shields to activate.