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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 9:50 pm
"He's hobbling Doc. take care of him."
The ARC jumped on the tank and banged on it too get the pilot trooper's attention.
"Get that sucker!" he said pointing to the protodeka.
He jumped off and followed in its wake, continuing to mow down droids.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 9:52 pm
"I'm fine!" Sigma whined, but he slowed down because of the limp. Still, he took a quick peak through an unmagnified scope and picked off a B2 with a shot right in the head.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 9:55 pm
Chi stood uneasily, but got her bearings quickly enough. She'd recovered from the poison in record time, given the high volume she'd inhaled. She re-armed herself with some choice detonite weapons and grabbed a medical speeder stowed in the rear of the transport. Its stretcher had been sheared off by a buzzdroid, but that didn't matter to her, as long as it could fly.
The medic looked at her tiredly as he hovered over Gamma. "I'd advise you not to go."
She smiled at him. "I have to be where I'm needed. It sounds like they need as many people as possible." She mounted the speeder and sped off towards the battle.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:02 pm
Zeta yanked Sigma from the ground deftly and ran him to cover. "You have a knack for getting your leg injured, don't you, trooper?"
Zeta smiled and pulled a small package from his back. With a 'poof' it inflated itself. He attatched an air generator/purifier to its receptical on the bag and shoveed Sigma in, closing it over his head. He reflected on the medic's creed. Be prepared for anything.
He took off the minimal armor protecting his forearms and shoved his arms through ports in the bag. A filmy material formed around them, allowing him to use his hands within the bag without contaminating Sigma inside. He removed the leg armor and cut the body glove away, then noted that the shinbone was apparently broken.
"You gotta take care of this leg, Red. You only have two after all."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:07 pm
Iota continued her hacking attempts, until she finally found something that worked. The bad thing was, all it did was cause the protodeka to jerk momentarily, doing nothing more than causing it to miss if it was firing, and only for a few seconds. Iota grumbled. " Damn thing's nearly impossible to hack. Figures... "
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:10 pm
Chi aimed for the protodekka from afar and leapt off of the speeder, sending it to strike the droid at full speed.
The droid turned with impossible reflexes and blew it out of the sky.
Chi landed on her feet and darted through the remaining cover provided by scrap, which thined out here. She activated her armor's cloak and hoped the droid was operating on a broad sensor sweep.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:17 pm
"I'll have them clone me a new one," Sigma whined, though he knew that it would do him no good.
"Okay fine, fix the damn thing so I can go!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:20 pm
Copy dove into the midst of the droids, his pistols blazing as he blasted tinnies left and right. an AAT came lumbering his way, intent on taking out one of the fighter tanks. the Clone charged the tank and jumped up on its repulsor skirt. A bolt wizzed past his head and prompted an almost automatic return blast from the clone, fragging a B1. he reached the lid of the tank and adjusted his blaster. he fired an intense blast at the lid and blew it open. drawing a grenade from his belt, he pilled the pin and dropped it in the tank. Copy lept from the repulsor Unit and rolled as he hit, comming up in a stand.
The Grenade exploded, wiping out the crew inside. the Tank plodded on, driving itself into a pile of junk.
Copy nodded and moved on to a new target.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:24 pm
Zeta plugged Sigma with some painkiller, connected and sheathed the bone, then splinted the leg. He got out his medical welder and used it to open the leg armor a bit to accomidate the splint, then he slipped the glove back on after applying synthskin and many bandages. He found a piece of scrap and prepared to remove Sigma when he noticed that the armor on his thighs was almost completely melted. "What were you doing turning your jets on lying down?!"
Zeta sighed, not caring about the answer, and flipped Sigma over, prying off the thigh armor and cutting the glove off. It had bonded itself to his skin, so he gave the trooper more painkillers before removing the entirety of the glove. With some frugally applied bacta, and liberally applied synthskin and bandages, the 2nd degree burn was on its way to recovery, and Zeta used some more of the tools inside the bag to cool the armor and reattatch it to his legs.
"Good as new," he muttered, then checked Sigma's seals and pulled him out. He welded the shin armor together with the scrap and slid it back on his leg. "May wanna walk the 'thetic off for a bit. I gave you a low dose."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:26 pm
"Alright," Sigma groaned, as he hobbled around the laser filled battlefield.
"Thanks, Doc," he said as he hobbled behind a rockface. The Protodeka was now advancing to reinforce the forward CPs.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:29 pm
"Just my job, red." He suddenly turned and moved to carry a wounded trooper off the field. He returned shortly to support the skirts of the hover tanks, defending them from droid heavy infantry, and avoiding the protodeka.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:35 pm
A Comand point lay relatively ungarded, a mistake on the enemy's behalf. only five battledroids and a pair of supers protected the relatively quiet zone of the battle.
A pair of bolts shot out from behind a durasteel plate, catching a super in its "head" and droping it. the droids oppened fire on the plate as it slowly pushed forward, their blasters ineffective against the material. Copy poked out occasionally from unpredictable angles and fired off three round bursts from his pistol at the driods, wittling their numbers down as he advanced. finaly it was down to Copy and the last super. he pushed the plate forward with a dull thud.
both comatants opened fire, Copy hitting dead on, the droid's catching Copy in the shoulder proteced by his ARC shoulder pad. Minimal damage. didn't even pass through the armor.
he commned his troops. "Lieutenant here. CP under our control. need backup."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:38 pm
Zeta heard the request and recognized the voice. "Glad you're still alive, Cap'n. I'll join you shortly." He picked off another droid, reloaded his carbine, and hurried towards the CP, relying on his speed to avoid getting hit.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:42 pm
"Haven't found a big enough blaze of glory yet Doc." Copy replied as he tried to hold down the position. some of the droids had realized their error and were making an increasewd effort to get it back. so far their efforts only led to an increasing scrap count.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:43 pm
Sigma jetted up towards the CP now occupied by the Republic, but it came with a consequence. The Protodeka was no ripping through every last clone. Sigma looked towards the forwardmost CP and saw a lightsaber, surrounded by many, many white bodies.
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