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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 8:56 pm
Drake, upon yelling his warning, had leapt inside the Humvee and slammed the door shut. He seemed unsurprised by the presence of Saul's limp form by Brody as the Humvee careened out of the way of the rapidly dropping drop-chopper...which made a huge BOOM on impact. As soon as Gabe exited the vehicle, Drake followed, drawing his katana and striding directly into the giant metallic thing's line of fire. With a loud curse Drake dives for cover when it opens fire on anything in the area, finding cover behind a large pile of rubble...and finding himself face-to-face with a gibbering mass of mutilated flesh. Yet another curse rings out as Drake's katana comes to the fore and stabs towards the general direction of the thing's heart, followed by a swift roundhouse kick at its head with blurring speed.
Drake: "Zombies!"
Drake's frustration is almost tangible; it seems to be rising off him like heat...or is that actual heat?
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:10 pm
Doomshot "walks" using the extentions on his back to move closer to the metal thing firing. The closer to the thing he gets the more he believes that maybe it is a bad idea. He stops behind a large slab of concrete that looks thick enough to stop even AP bullets. He disengages a submachine gun that was attached to one of his extensions and peeks outs and starts firing at the behemoth in short bursts of 5 seconds each.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:12 pm
((Enough, everyone halts with the IC posting. An order must be established.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:21 pm
((Ok Does this rough map show positions of people good? Or did I miss something?
00000X000000xxxxH00D0x0xx
00x000x00000xxxx8000x0xZxx00
0000x000000000000000x0000000
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x=obstruction
H=humvee
T=cyborg
8=Dropchopper
Z Drake and Zombie
D=High Templar Doomshot
0=Place holder
Is there any way to do more then one space?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:26 pm
((POSTING ORDER
VAHN
DRAKE
SUMO
IMPACT
DOOMSHOT
HUMVEE CREW IS FREE TO POST UNLESS THEY ENTER COMBAT WITH THE CYBORG.
I HAVE SPOKEN.
EDIT: Oh, same deal with Kalis and Owle. Free posting till interacting with blahblahblah.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:36 pm
((I'm in Kalis's pocket. Somewhere out of the fight. Because I'm too annoyed with Sumo's...thingamabobber to trust myself not to godmod against it.
So, yeah, no posts from me till its dead or Owle is well away from it. Or till something threatens Kalis's right coat pocket.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 12:24 am
Action! Adventure! EXPLOSIONS!
You get what you pay for.
Or what you signed up for in this case.
So many things happening all at once, that it was hard to register instantly.
A survivor strode admist the suited men, surprising the hell out of Rodney, and causing the Captain to yell something-- which was lost as the first RPG struck, sending even more debris and impact amongst the group.
The single-action shots from Mikhail's longshot were already banging off even as the explosion happened as several friendlies crossed into his scope.
The walking tank wasn't alone.
Jonah remained with the Captain, applying pressure to the wound, even as he did his best to extract the large bits of metal from flesh.
"Well, the welcome mat has been rolled out for us, near as I can tell. We also apparently landed atop some survivors. Their not dead. Yet."
"Inco---!"
The second RPG would be coming in, and take out what remained of the chopper's tail end, causing Jonah to hit the dirt and pull the Captain along with him.
Unfortunately, David was still within the chopper, scrounging around for supplies, and the remainder of it basically heaved in halves, falling to street level with a heavy crash, and taking a few monsters with it.
"Holy s**t-- David was still---!" Rodney yelled aloud even as he remained hunkered down by the remains of a support beam, having to avoid the chaingun fire that rained forward.
What looked like a hand could be seen protruding from the wreckage on the street, not too far off from the behemoth even as the grenades came raining down upon it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 3:20 am
((I'm wanting to post her again sometime, but it'll need to be not late at night when these things really get moving, nor now in my fifteen minutes to hang and eat before school. As I don't know what the heck's going on here now.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:44 am
At first, there was silence. Gabe's voice went unanswered for awhile, and he was just about ready to turn around when another survivor just sort of, well, appeared. Now, Gabriel wasn't good with faces, so he wasn't sure if he had met the person or not, but what he was sure of was that he hadn't seen him recently, so that meant they needed to make more room in the Humvee. Great.
And then came the explosions.
"Motherfuc-"
Gabe didn't finish the statement as he threw himself roughly against the southern foundation of the toppled building, using it as cover as the familiar sound of whizzing bullets and falling rubble filled his ears. Only when the rocks stopped falling did Gabe turn to look at Drake, who had escaped the gunfire only to run right into one of the all-too-familiar zombies. Seeing that the situation was readily taken care of, he turned his attention to the alley that they had just backed out of, which was now covered in rubble and a few small fires. As well as half of the drop-chopper. Oh, and the giant cyborg thing just on the other side, peppering the remains of the building with some sort of chaingun.
Wait...what the ********?
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:58 am
With a grimace of distaste, Drake wipes his katana as clean as he can on the remains of the Infected corpse.
Drake: Only one here, thankfully.
He then peers around the pile of rubble at the cybernetic beast with the chainguns, only to duck back for cover as more bullets zing their way towards him. Then four large explosions go off in rapid succession, sending waves of heat and shrapnel washing over the general area. Once the dust has settled, Drake's good eye peers around his cover yet again to see if the giant mechanical thing has been toppled...
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 11:32 am
Nihlistic_Impact 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. The first shot hit the cyborg dead center in the chest, exploding directly against the titanium & depleted uranium chest plate. Proto-soldier had to step backward and thrust a foot through the asphalt of the street to prevent being knocked over by the force of the blast. A few pieces of shrapnel stuck to the armor, and some of the tubing criscrossing its neck was sliced open, leaking a viscous green fluid down the front of its chest. The sheilds activated automatically at ten percent with the first explosion, and were already up for the next three, all of which were direct hits. Tracing Hostile FireBOOM! 6% BOOM! 2 % BOOM! 0%. Even with the energy sheilds, some of the force of the explosion got through, but not enough to do any real damage. There was the sound of shrapnel pinging off the armor. Systems Check: Fully Operational with Minor Damage. Auto Clotting Feature Engaged For Fluid Transport 12.7 MM: 79% remaining RPG: 3 remaining Energy Report: 90% percent remaining. Particle Cannon: Charging- Devote 30% total energy. Energy Sheilds: Devote 50% total energy Situation Report: Multiple Armed Hostiles. Class A Threat. Objectives: Find & Eliminate All Hostiles In Perimeter S. While taking the hits, Proto-Soldier was assassing the exact trajectory of the incoming fire. Taking multiple hits, from multiple projectile, it was easy for this walking calculater to determine the point of origin and fire off a an RPG directly behind Fuller, most likely right between his legs if he was prone, directly at his back if he was kneeling. It would be hard to survive even with proper combat gear. HTD He stops behind a large slab of concrete that looks thick enough to stop even AP bullets. He disengages a submachine gun that was attached to one of his extensions and peeks outs and starts firing at the behemoth in short bursts of 5 seconds each. Once the shields activated the shots would do little, being slowed enough by the energy aura to simply bounce off Proto inefectively. Submachine gun fire would do next to nothing to even dissipate the shields. Proto- would deal with the greater threat first, so the order of targeting at the moment was Fuller, Sniper, Submachine Gunner. Quote: The single-action shots from Mikhail's longshot were already banging off even as the explosion happened as several friendlies crossed into his scope. This would be a bit more difficult if it got this far, Proto-Soldier would have to pivot, scanning the area visually and taking in acount each fire of the rifle. It would compile the data on shot locations, and auditory data coinciding with each shot. Or it, it just might spot Mikhail in the wreckage. Whatever it did to locate its target would be followed by a spray of precision aimed 12.7mm chain gun fire in one second bursts. Meanwhile, enclosing the position would be an unknown number of zombies ((Meaning- however many you guys want to kill)), doing whatever zombies do, moving at a snails pace and just asking to be randomly slaughtered by anyone who wanted to slaughter them.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 11:47 am
Being no idiot when it came to urban warfare Fuller used his para-military training and knowlege of history to know to get out of Dodge. Even as he fired off the last of his four round barrage he was moving.
Moving with a half run half crawl and bent over while crouching as much as he could Fuller would present a difficult target even if he had been in the open. As things were he had the added benifit of lots of natural cover to obscure sight of him.
The rocket would strike the position either above where he had been or the portion of rubble in front of where he had been. Fuller was no fool and had used the low vellocity of his weapon to fire it in a high arc like a mortar.
Still a portion of the concussion blast would catch him and he bit his teeth as pain spread through the parts of his body hit. There was no external signs of damage; but he was hurting. That didn't mean though he was out of the fight.
Thrown into a position there was a gap through which he could see the threat. Aiming straight on he aimed not for the cyborg but at the ground infront of it.
Two rounds flew through the air and would tear up the ground and fill the air once more with a hail of fragmentations.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 12:34 pm
Explosions, heat, firing, conflict. All a place for someone who thrived in such situations. A jet of flaming magma shot up from the ground with flames and fire shooting out at the sides. Two blazing eyes could be seen from the jet of magma, and a large blade-rifle could be seen. It was the working of magic and science.
Hikaru. The Volcanic Cyborg's appearance. Hikaru Tokugawa is from a tall people that live on a volcanic island. His people have often been feared as giants whenever they actually showed their faces on mainlands and battles. Hikaru was destined to be a prince above princes, a prophecy naming the noble looking man to bring hope and an end to the isolation of his people. On travel to meet a good friend of his, he was killed. Or almost.
The left side of his body remains a perfect tan, a strong and noble Japanese youth. The muscles are toned, and fit for swiftness and strength. However, the right side is of a bright crimson bio-metal which shines against the sun or stars. This living metal goes from above his right breast, at the neck, all the way down his right leg. His neck on the outside is the toned and strong tan of his left. This bio metal speckles out against his left side of the body, making almost a jewled effect and adding beauty to strength and grace. This living bio-metal is fed off an etherial flame crystal built onto the right side of his heart, and is constantly fed off the carbon brought through his lunges. The air he walks around in gives him the oxygen for a spark deep within, throwing flame to fuel throughout his right half. Storage crystals inside his heart fuel him while walking through flame and being robbed of oxygen.
Though in natural form, the young prince looked dazzling, his draconic armor of the living bio-metal was majestic. Hikaru's left eye was platinum, his right eye was crimson and covered in the bio-metal, running into his brain and down his spinal cord. This was attached to the draconic bio-metal helm which covered his cheeks and went down to the pauldrons at the sides of his neck. The helmet had a draconic horn coming from the top to make a sort of crown and is inlaid with some of the most advanced neuro and sensory electronics known to wizards and scientist. His shoulders had curving spikes, and the chestplate glistened and defined his mucles with platinum lining. The thigh plates wrapped around his legs each had one spike coming off from half way up, and his knee and shin greaves had yet another coming to the sides and front.
However, such effects wouldn't be too noticable with all the chaos going on. Hikaru's right eye was going across different visable spectrums and doing a quick analysis of the situation, while he rolled and moved to the nearest amount of rubble for cover.
Which seemed to be a building that had toppled over.
He pressed against its foundation, and waited for an analysis of potential friendlies and hostiles to be processed. A few seconds.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 1:00 pm
Well this was just ******** special. They have almos tbeen in the clear, everything was going absolutely perfect, then something just had to fall from the sky. Amidst all the yelling and chaos Tweak had done the only thing to come to mind. This was perhaps the only reason he slid down between the front seat and his seat in the back. From there he promptly assumed the position one would take in a tornado and prayed hard that nothing would blow him up. Now granted that Tweak was not at all religious and used bible paper to roll his joints when he was out of zig-zags, this prayer had very little chance of working. At least he put some effort into the attempt.
Other then offering up pleas to a higher power, he was pretty content to hide there situated deep in the car seat. Now he was not quite buried under it, but being short meant he was at least below visibility due to the doors. His shotgun was pretty much forgotten on the seat around this time as he blatently tried to will everyone around him to go off and fight somewhere else.
Granted, he knew his position was a totally bad idea, but no way in Hell was he going to make an attempt at rising. Long term lesson you get to know, never ******** stand up from cover during a gun fight. Just another sign of his horrible ******** luck coming back here that this was a vehicle and not a good steel table.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 1:00 pm
Damien watches as all of his rounds seems to turn into a lead stem in front of the metalman. Damn! When did they get those? Energy shields are supposed to be illegal to make or equip on this planet due to a tendency of their generator exploding if overloaded. Then again making a freaking huge death machine is illegal also. He stays behind the tilted concrete shelter of his and ceases firing upon the plated behemoth. He then starts to reach in his coat, and pulls out almost all of his grenades. Using some bandaging from his medkit, he ties the eight grenades together tightly so they won't separate in the air, he also using a separate strip ties together the firing pins so they could be removed simultaneously. I hope this works. He pulls out the pins, yelling the ever classic "Fire in the hole!" as he lobs it over his concrete shelter toward the machine hoping that some of it will damage the walking embodiment of robotic destruction.
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