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 Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 12:54 pm
Omega blasted away till the area was clear.
" That took longer then needed. Copy. Area secure. " Turning to Delta he waved in thanks.
" Nice one. Lets move out. "
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 1:32 pm
"Affirmative." Copy Radioed back. "Provide support to our Vode but don't do anything stupid. Make the seps come to you. Keep in touch, I'm moving to your position."
As the Arc moved down a hallway, suddenly a doorway opened ahead of him. A Super Battle Droid (SBD) came through the door and spun on Copy. It leveled it's blaster cannon at him and fired, forcing the ARC to take cover in an alcove.
Copy unslung one of the toys he was hauling, a Z-9 Rotary Blaster Cannon, and warmed it up as he Radioed Omega. "Omega, This is the Captain. I've made hard contact with the enemy. SBDs inside the Facility. It might take a bit before I reach you. Maintain your previous orders. I'm gonna clean up in here. If I see sepratists on my nice clean landing pads when I get up there, I'll mount your a** on my wall. Savy?"
He turned back around the corner to see the SBD had a pair of B-1's backing it up. They leveled their guns at the ARC.
There was a scream of raw discharged energy as an almost solid wave of energy sawed the droids in half.
Copy smiled inside his helmit. "Beautiful. Note to self: invest in Merr-Sonn stock if I ever get paid."
Another B-1 poked it's head around the corner, only to have it blown off.
Copy moved forward, eager to carpet the hallways in oil and scap metal.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:30 pm
Omega tapped his comm.
" Delta..... Is it just me or does he not think i can do it? " Omega got the look on his face when he was challanged.
" Come on! I gots an idea. " Omega stomped off in his siut.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:30 pm
((I call it motivation.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:35 pm
(( Come on Cale you know i know this. But Omega.... come on. Guy is a few rounds short of a clip.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:38 pm
Oryo Prime (( Come on Cale you know i know this. But Omega.... come on. Guy is a few rounds short of a clip.)) ((yeah I know. just felt like putting my two bits in. Did you check out the OGG lately? got some new clone war era toys Omega might wanna play with.))
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:29 pm
" 1 little 2 little 3 little war driods. " Iota started to sing as she nailed several droids with the sniper she had overcharged. " 4 little 5 little 6 little war droids. " She destroyed another row of droids with the railgun effect the sniper had. " 7 little 8 little 9 little war droids. And I still have a million to go! " As if on cue, the insides of the sniper fried, having been used too frequently with its energy overcharging. " Oh Sith! Not now! Ugh. " Once again closing the door and leaning back against it, she disconnected the 2 weapons, ditching the sniper and arming her normal blaster rifle. Opening the door again, she started firing away. She was doing the same thing, taking shots at the droids' vital coolant regulators, though now it took a few shots just to get a single droid.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:32 pm
Copy moved down the corridor, blazing away at any droid that came his way. Shrapnel ricoched off his armor as he cut down one droid after another, slowly pushing the automotrons back down to however the hell they entered the city.
The line of enemies let up and Copy found himself alone in the corridor. He checked the ammo of his Rotary Blaster and frowned inside his helmit.
"Eats ammo like a hutt." he muttered as he dropped the weapon. He took up his DC-17a and kept moving.
Then he saw a rather unusual sight.
A Black B-1, it's normal eyes replaced with red optic sensors. In its hands was not the standard carbine but a Golan Arms MB-2 with a sawed off stock. Bandoleers crossed it's chest and its metal feet were coated in rubber.
"So, what do we have here? The Seps' new toy? Cute but your career is about to be cut short." Copy snapped up his rifle and fired a three-shot burst. The Droid dropped to the ground and rolled behind some cover as the bolts slammed into the wall behind it.
"A B1 that dodges. That could prove annoying." He muttered as he dove around a corner for cover. He pulled a grenade from his belt and armed it, chucking it around the corner.
He counted it off. The grenade should have blown by now. Was it a dud?
Copy saw a shadow move in the light of the corridor around the corner.
Either the Droid has diffused the grenade(unlikely) or it was a dud (less unlikely). Regardless, this droid was too lucky for Copy's liking. He switched the DC-17 to auto and pointed the barrel around the dorner, spraying the area with fire. He dropped to a roll and rolled across to the otherside of the hall, firing sporadically at whatever was down there. He stood again and this time peeked around the corner. The door was open at the end of the hall. Right around the cornerhe had been hiding behind was a black robotic arm.
"Too damn lucky." He muttered as he checked his ammo.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:58 pm
Theta had watched the incoming droids. He watched the fact that his portion was heavily undermanned. And in fact, it was not suprizing he only took two or three shots with his pistol, before the grenate blew no more than fifteen feet away. Dead bodies piling up much too quickly, Theta did what he knew best: how to hide. Taking several clones from nearby, and laying their bodies on top of him, he watched as the rest retreated back to a more fortified position. That really wasn't hard though, as he was right on the front lines, in a sense. several droids walked up nearby, but Theta remained motionless, save but snatching a grenade. one droid motioned towards the pile.
the second responded.
"We're all dead here," Theta interrupted.
the first responded. Of course, logic took to their heads, along with several blasterbolts from Theta's pistol. He turned to throw three grenades down the walkway, simultaneously getting up, and heading to flee.
Theta would not stop until he was in the main complex, still screaming like a madman.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 9:37 pm
An explosion sent ripples through the complex and Copy cursed.
He didn't have time to go chasing a wounded droid.
he needed to find how they had gotten so far into the complex.
Copy ran to the nearest elevator and decended to the submersible paddocks below the waterline.
If He had a guess, that was where the Droids had snuck in from.
It was a tricky task. The Seps were better off landing on the pads. Anyone not familiar with the seas of Kamino was bound to be crushed by the shifting, stormy waters and devouered by the savage beasts that prowled its depths.
That would explain why there were only a handful of droids already in, as opposed to the steady stream of metal that were most Sep assaults.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 12:41 pm
Sigma dipped, dodged, rolled and ran, but he still caught blaster fire on his armor. As he fell on his face, he heard the familiar pitter patter of the intercom system.
"Reinforcements have been deployed. Operation ARC-rival activate!"
Sigma lost concisousness right as three ARC troopers ran by him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 9:54 pm
Zeta had now been joined by dozens of medics and Kaminoan geneticists and moved to a larger medbay, servicing hundreds of casualties already being ferried in. Zeta oversaw the medics, and was in turn managed by the Kaminoans, who were so aloof he had to make up his own orders. He organized the area to maximze efficiency of traffic and classificaltion of wounds. He'd ordered confirmed dead to be stored elsewhere.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 10:07 pm
" I have an idea. You, take over scrapping the droids for a while. " Iota told a nearby trooper who she outranked. She then ran into the armory and took several sniper and normal blaster rifles. Coming back, she quickly went to work nearly disassembling them all, crossing wires and hooking them all together. After some time, she had all the snipers hooked together with the others redirecting their energy into them, hooked up to a recharger device she had with her normal gear. Diverting all her devices' energy to the recharger, with it hooked to her severely modified blasters, she had made a crude, but effective multi-barrel cannon. " The trooper stopped firing and rolled to the side, clearing room for the walking cannon girl. Taking a firm stepping in the doorway, having forseen the nasty kick the weapon setup would have, she aimed at nothing in perticular and fired. 5 super-charged blasts spread out and mowed down several droids in 5 different lines each. " Damn! They're all out of energy just after one shot... " she said, switching places with the trooper who resumed firing while she waited for her recharger to bring the weapons back to life.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 12:47 pm
Omega pounded droid after droid. As his guns cooled, Omega looked around the area.
* Bay 33, Deck C. *
" Heh heh.... i knew that i needed these things for some thing. " Omega got out of his suit and hopped into a ship landed in the spot.
" Delta. Get as many troops as you can and bring them to my location. Do you read? "
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 1:14 pm
Delta had shot as many droids as fast as the ship could turn.
" What..... Why? " Delta looked around. Seeing many troops running off he followed and landed in front of them.
" Get in. Your needed! " The troops did as told. Lifting off, Delta headed back to Omega.
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