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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 16, 2011 16:56:23 GMT -5
*I start the tank and it roars to life from under me. The dials and buttons light up. I don't know what any of them do or mean, but i push them all randomly until it begins to move* I never thought i'd say this, but Wilson, I fuckin' love ya! Vol, hop in the gunner seat! Cover my ass and watch the road!
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 16, 2011 18:07:20 GMT -5
*Assuming that "gunner seat" means that I'm piloting the machine gun, which is out in the open, I clamber up to the little platform where I'll be sitting. Personally, I think Vani would rather take this seat, and I'm wondering why IA would want me out here with a big target on me, but I don't protest.* Watch the road? What, are there no windows in there?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 16, 2011 18:20:40 GMT -5
Uhhhh.... *I hit some dials and buttons and a very small Heads Up Display appears, showing an extremely small field of view.* let's just say it'll be easier for both of us if you direct me... Alright?
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Post by thevipers on Nov 16, 2011 18:23:45 GMT -5
They're mobilizing. Ready the third Volley. The boss will just have to hope we don't hit him. *The third and final Volley accelerates towards the tower and impacts, doing less damage than they had hoped.* Hmm... We'll have to burn it down personally. Ready the troops. Battalion One, head out on my mark. Go! *The battalion heads out, containing well over a hundred soldiers carrying rifles and RPGs of various sizes. large, Armored soldiers carrying chain guns walk out ahead of the battalion, ready for attack*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 16, 2011 18:38:45 GMT -5
Okay, but can we hurry? They actually hit the Tower that time. I hope any Killjoys that might be in there are alright! *I lean off the small platform, waving to the cars.* Hey, are we ready to go yet?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 16, 2011 19:28:48 GMT -5
*After a quick meeting with all the higher ups and unit leaders we quickly settle into our given positions. Units 1,2,4,7,13, and 16 are all sent to accompany Wilson and his attack team. Five other units will follow me to defend the wall and city. The rest stay here in case we happen to fail and they must fight at the tower. They will also oversee surveillance, send in backup supplies when needed, and distribute calming medication to the public whom are now terrified at the strange disturbances. I myself even feel uneasy, the bombs sounding eerily familiar to that of the Helium Wars. I look at the fly cam monitors before pulling my defense team together. Radios Wilson.* They sent out the first wave. Looks like it is about 100 plus. Also, six other units are on their way to back you up and the defense is about to leave as well. Best of luck. Oh- and Riley- do not die. I hate finding a new partner I can trust.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 16, 2011 21:36:43 GMT -5
*Maybe it's the adrenaline pills I just took, or the keys Wilson handed me, but I go over to the curly haired killjoy, or whatever she is, and tug I her sleeve. When she looks over I point to the heavily armored car I'll be driving, indicating she should come with me*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 16, 2011 21:41:18 GMT -5
*I smirk when I hear the radio transmission and pause for a second before I answer back* You stay alive as well. I'd hate to face Sacramento alone.
*I signal Aerith to my car and Morand, if he so chooses. I pass the tank on the way and tell them what radio frequency we'll be using. Aftermath looks thrilled and the rest...a little terrified. I make a note to update the files on killjoy dynamics when I get back*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 16, 2011 21:47:55 GMT -5
Alright ladies let's go kill some Vipers! *I hit the gas on the tank and it (slowly) exits the garage.* Go! Go! Go! *I look through the viewfinder and notice they have Armored Gunners. Kobras.* Ummm... On second thought... *I slow the tank down considerably* How about the Dracs go in first? Heheh...
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 16, 2011 22:17:53 GMT -5
*I look down and immediately recognize the young agent. I stop myself before bursting out her name, deciding quickly that any evidence of Red and I knowing each other might be bad for her if Wilson or Orwell find out. Instead I just nod and usher for her to lead the way.*
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 16, 2011 22:22:31 GMT -5
*I smile and sprint to my car. I get in and push the seat all the way forward, but I still have to reach a bit for the pedals. Retro gets into the passenger seat. I shift, waiting for the signal*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 16, 2011 22:24:09 GMT -5
RB: Wait for the drac vans to go. We'll go next in around 5 minutes. Everyone on your toes. I'm sending out helicopters as well. They can provide cover fire.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 16, 2011 22:25:00 GMT -5
*I walk behind her and chuckle, shaking my head at her enthusiasm. I'm even more amused when I climb into the passenger seat and see how little she is compared to the drivers seat. I laugh.* Think you can manage, shortstop?
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 16, 2011 22:26:17 GMT -5
Hey, don't suddenly get scared on me...what the hell are those things? They look...weird, to say the least.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 16, 2011 22:29:43 GMT -5
*I nod, not sure what or who a shortstop is. The car hums and I relax a little. Driving was the one part of training Wilson always had a hard time finding fault with. I take out my gun and put it in the door pocket and hand a couple of my grenades to Retro, grinning at her*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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