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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 9, 2011 12:27:06 GMT -5
I know they are getting closer. *I frown and pocket the vial again.* This little concoction is a neurotoxin. I only hope my source knows what he is doing or we could all very well be dead within the next few minutes. What we do with it is find a bomb or missile of some sort. We connect the two and if everything works out successfully we shoot it at the Vipers and the toxin will be released, killing or paralyzing them in some fashion.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 9, 2011 12:45:18 GMT -5
Well... sounds good enough to me. I'm no fan of chemical warfare, but it's all we can do. Orwell, you know your defenses better than I do. What do you have that can do the job? Does Battery City have some type of anti-air cannon? Missile defense system? A big ass slingshot?
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 9, 2011 17:50:08 GMT -5
((Just arriving from Hospital Wing.))
*I limp up behind the group and hear bullets whistling past above me, just over the wall. One hits the ground right in front of me with a "plink". Everyone is facing the Vipers, and quite a few people are standing on the wall. I can see IA's Kobra armor among the number atop the wall. I stand still (ohh, my aching leg) and wave up to the people on the wall, shouting a greeting so that I can be heard.* I'm here...am I very late? Are we winning?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 9, 2011 17:53:47 GMT -5
*I hear a small, strained voice from the ground. I duck down just as a bullet flies over my head and i see Vol standing (barely) there.* Vol! What the Hell are you doing? Get back to the hospital!
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 9, 2011 18:05:52 GMT -5
Oh, as if. You can't really believe that I'd actually just go back and sit calmly on a hospital gurney while you guys get gunned down, do you? I can't do that! *I limp over to the ladder leading up to the wall and start trying to climb it, spending as little time on my hurt leg as I can.* I sat down. I got treated. I can fight now!
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Blackout
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Post by Blackout on Dec 9, 2011 18:42:26 GMT -5
Vol, you shouldn't be fighting right now! There is no way that you are completely healed and recovered! *i yelp as a bullet shoots through my hair and just misses my head*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 9, 2011 18:46:34 GMT -5
*I sigh* Just get up here and stay down. We're trying to figure out how to get this neurotoxin to the Vipers... Orwell... Missles?
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 9, 2011 18:51:13 GMT -5
See, Blackie? Aftermath agrees with me. *I grin, feeling triumphant, and scrabble the rest of the way up to the wall, where I begin shooting at Vipers, dangling my feet over the side of the thick concrete battlement.*
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 9, 2011 19:04:03 GMT -5
*I look at Aftermath, annoyed* If we had missiles, then we wouldn't have a killjoy problem, would we?
*I think of the nuclear missiles wistfully, hoping that we can use the uranium for power and the missile body for something more... destructive*
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Bullet Ringer
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Dec 9, 2011 19:07:29 GMT -5
Whatever your gonna do with that thing do it quickly, these vipers won't stop firing and wait for our turn. *I climb up onto the wall and start shooting the vipers closest to the city.* How you feeling Vol? It's good to see you back on your feet, or foot.*I dodge a bullet, just, and send a couple return shots of my own.*
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Blackout
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Post by Blackout on Dec 9, 2011 19:14:51 GMT -5
But I dont, I think that you should be somewhere where you won't get killed! *bullets fly towards us from several differen directions and I constantly have to duck down to avoid getting hit* god, I wish I had that bazooka right about now!
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 9, 2011 19:23:06 GMT -5
*Wilson's news hits me like a brick. No missiles. Nothing to fire at the Vipers with enough boom to do anything to them. The realization of many things hit me as i brush my hand over the grenades on my belt. I look at the charging Vipers and see that they are bunched together. There were no Kobra units, no Vipers in armor. Just a charge of insane bastards waiting to be blown up. If they took the city, they'd have everything they needed. Without Basiisk they would use any and all tech they could get their hands on. They'd take everything from everyone until there was no one left alive, except the women. I slammed my palm into my forehead.* Everyone, give me whatever grenades you have. *my voice is panicked, frenzied. I'm not thinking anymore, if i put thought into this next action, i wouldn't do it.* Grenades, C4, whatever you got that goes boom. *I unsling my rifle and hand it to Vol* Look through the scope, breathe in, count to 3, fire. Anyone gets close to me, watch my back. *I pat the Kobra armor and it clangs, signifying it's still strong, at least in the chest area.* Grenades, people! Come on!
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Blackout
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Post by Blackout on Dec 9, 2011 19:44:44 GMT -5
*I unclip the last two grenades from my belt and pass them over to IA. I then take all the flashbangs I have and mold them into a ball about the size of a baseball* whatever you do, do not drop this. It can be just as powerful as C4 but is a hell of a lot less stable.
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Bullet Ringer
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Dec 9, 2011 20:02:45 GMT -5
What's your plan? *I take out a viper who got too close just before a bullet flys past my arm close enough to leave a cut* Ow! You bastards! *I shoot at another couple of vipers then reload*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 9, 2011 20:12:41 GMT -5
I'm not thinking about it, Just give me what you have. *I take the grenades and flashbangs from blackout and clip them to my belt* C'mon guys, everything you got. Just hurry.
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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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