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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 4:34 pm
Downtown North Downtown is the cool place to be. All of the latest fashions, finest dining, and wildest fads are on display in the shop windows that line the streets here. One is always in view of a department store no matter where one is in downtown.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:37 pm
Upon arriving, the robots red eyes quickly scanned the area, turing up no signs of life, and with that, he began to head North-West.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:27 pm
Alan looked around the deserted street. Nothing but a bit of dust blowing in the wind and a handful of stores across the street. The windows of the stores had all been broken out and the stores had been looted. "Something was here too." He said into the radio. He climbed through one of the broken windows and went up a ladder inside to the roof. "Guys I found one." He said. "Heading North-West from my current position."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:30 pm
"Roger Alan, I have you in sight." Fischig said as he moved along the walls, "Calm silence now." Turning off his headset he motioned with his hands to move foward in a leap frog fasion. In addition he motioned for them to be quiet so they wouldn't trip any sonic sensors the robot may posses.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:33 pm
Nascen crept in behind Fischig. The man might draw attention more than him and be bad to stand too close too if attack came... but close enough he was surely a great protection. He flicked off his headset and followed closely enough to mimic the man's movements without being too close... a yard or two behind.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:34 pm
"Its heading in the direction we were going, do we follow it?" Alan pulled out his binoculars and looked through them towards the robot. "It dosent seem to know we're here yet. We may be able to sneak away from it. if we dont want to confront it yet."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:38 pm
Moving along the wall he came to a corner where when he looked up and down the crossing road he saw the montrousity. Artificial Inteligence, an afront to all senient beings. They would need to be taken down. Fischig motion for the others to stop. Regretting the lack of any long range weapons he looked down the street where the robot was moving.
Reaching out with his mind invisible fingers moved along the ground and walls, feeling the rought nature of the bricks and mortar. It tested each spot it moved along, trying to find a spot where enough force would have the entire structure give way.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:46 pm
The small smirk was still present as the machine quietly followed the humans, Macro-3 in the form of a human male. ((Hey buddies! He seems completely human, and there's nothing about his physical appearance that would say otherwise. However, he can't speak, but unless your characters are super duper intelligent and can sense robots, they would just think Macro is a mute.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:47 pm
((Does it look like a person, or just have one's shape?))
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:49 pm
The one they had followed left before any damage could be done to it. Switching back on his head set, he motioned for the others to do so with a touch to his head. "Listen up, let's take some of the stores, get up on the high ground, then we'll see if anyone comes through here. If we are lucky they'll be a store with a gun section and we can load up on stopping power."
Fischig moved towards one such building, he knew not what was inside, but breaking the glass he cleared the frame and moved in. Heading to the back of the store he found a stair well and headed up.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:49 pm
Alan spotted the figure following them from the rooftop, it didnt seem to have noticed him, not many things would. "Theres something behind us, it came from the powerplant. Looks like a member from one of the other teams."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:53 pm
Nascen stopped in the stairwell, not all the way up, but partway, not coming above for fear of being seen. "So what do we do...?" he said quietly, switching the headset on. "We can't let him follow us, however, if he is not hostile, should we...?" he didn't like that idea. Killing someone who had no intention of harm to you.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:56 pm
((Yeah, it looks completely human. However, if you were to try to punch it or something, you'd get a sore fist. Oh, and if you didn't know, Macro is a level 25. 3nodding )) As the machine continued to walk further into the maze of buildings, its radar picked up a man on a nearby rooftop, which caused it to stop and look up. He stared at it for a few moments, then a smile came onto its lips, and he waved.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:01 pm
"Um... he saw me... thats not supposed to happen. I would be suspicious of this fellow, hes got something going for him besides just eyes and ears." Alan said into his intercom. He backed up from the rooftop and went into the building, climbing down the stairs to where the others were.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:02 pm
Behing the helm eyes narrowed, "This is war, there are no non hostiles. Kill them all let God sort them. That is the way war works, if an innocent dies then so be it, sometimes it is needed for the good to die. We can only go on and honour them." Dropping the matter he climbed the rest of the stairs, "Remeber, kill the heretic, burn the mutant, purge the unclean."
Coming to the second floor he was greeted with a shamble room. It had clearly been the home of the owner bellow, but they had no need for it any more. Walking through the small apartment he came to the back room. A dead body lay crumple on the floor. Beside it a rifle with a pillow wrapped around it greeted him.
"Damn suicides, poor bastards in hell now." Taking the weapon he picked it up and threw the pillow to the side. Checking the weapon, three rounds remained in the weapon but it was a hunting rifle so it would be somewhat useful.
Pulling out the drawers he looked to see if the owner had any ammo. As he did he came to the side of the bed that had a window before it. Cassings littered the ground. 'So he made a stand but in the end lost.' Fischig thought to himself. There was no more ammo which had proved the reason why the life was lost. Closing the heart against concern he went out into the hall.
"Okay, what we do is we set up a bottle neck at the top of the stairs, someone covers in the main room while another takes the hall."
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