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originally posted in:Valmredia
Edited by SteakHead97:
12/31/2015 9:00:47 PM
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*steakhead walks down a corridor admiring the "refurbished" ruins around him. the stone is rough and pale, cracks run from ceiling to floor and skylights splash bright sunlight into the hallway. striding forward steak feels a warm breeze flow through the ancient structure.*
"this place is still a shithole."
*he says to himself as he turns a corner. when he was transferred to here he wasn't expecting much, but he was expecting more. though the ruins has been updated with state of the art technology, not all of it was integrated extremely well. this in mind, the place was much better than a lot of the locales he's visited before.
steak was heading toward the weapons and equipment sector of the base in hope to acquire some new gear for an upcoming mission. he turned another corner and a dark grey door appeared at the end of another hall. he pressed his hand against the cold metal, which squealed as it slowly opened revealing his destination.*
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[b]A small man huddled over a container full weaponry turns with a confused look on face. He has a mechanical magnifying glass over his left eye and he removes it to get a better look at you[/b] "Who the hell are- oh." [b]He pauses for a moment[/b] "My apologizes seven four. I didn't realize you were coming this early. Here, this is your gear for the next mission the Council has granted you." [b]He digs around in the crate, clanging and bashing weapons together before finally pulling out a C-21 repeater.[/b] "Ahhhh there we go! Were you looking for armor as well?"
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"yes, in fact, I am." *he says as he leans against the desk, examining the weapon. he looks up again.* "I haven't worn legitimate armor in a long time. could I have some information on the standard armor used in this unit."
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"Why certainly Sir." [b]The short man adjusts his goggles[/b] "The standard armor used by Judgement Company is currently able to withstand at least 7 over 7 round within the effective firing range of the gun. If running at 10 miles per hour its fuel cells can hold up to 12 hours for needing a recharge. Mind you, this doesn't invalidate the armor, it simply limits its maximum movement. What there anything else you'd like to know?"
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*a look of curiosity is painted across steaks face.* "is there any light armor? I do like the how many shots this can take but I usually deal with missions without alerting the enemy."
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"Currently we only have prototypes of the light armor we wish to use." [b]The man walks to the corner of the room and presses a button on the wall. Suddenly a set of light armor lowers from the ceiling onto a work table[/b]
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*the armor lowers onto the table. steaks face lights up as he admires the work of art. the beautiful curves of the armor plating, the matte black of the materials that hold it all together, it is gorgeous. but a moment later the light leaves his face and what is left is something between sadness and disappointment.* "there's no way I can use this at the moment, is there?" *he asks as his green eyes rise to meet the small man walking back from the corner.* [spoiler]btw if you want some help coming up with weapons, armor, enemies or anything like that, let me know. I would love to help.[/spoiler]
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[b]The man sighs[/b] "Unfortunately not. Check back in a week and we should have one ready for you. For now, I'd recommend speaking with Nara. I'm told she has an assignment for you."
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"thank you." *steak picks up his gear and walks out the door, walking toward Nara's office.* [spoiler]do you want to just give me the mission or should I actually walk to and talk to Nara?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]actually talking to Nara would be good, it was more specific than the one given to JT. Also I might need to take you up on your offer with the enemy creation. Could you help me create a feral animal enemy that overran a sand outpost?[/spoiler] [b]Nara sits in her chair, sifting through papers on her giant desk[/b]
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*steak walks into the room and stops 4 feet before the massive desk. he stands at attention until Nara allows him to stop.* "you have a mission for me?" *he asks as his hand returns to his side. behind Nara are large windows which let light flood the large room.*
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[b]Nara looks up and puts the papers down[/b] "Yes. Seven Four, do you know the man that goes by the name of Hans Kinsler?"
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*he straightens a bit.* "indeed I have. I heard he was killed by the ion weapon."
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[b]Nara clasps her hands together in front of her face, and places her elbows down on the table[/b] "Yes, we all heard that. But recent intelligence suggests otherwise. I want you to travel to the abandoned outpost north from here. Bring me whatever you data you can find on Breach's whereabouts. Have you taken your decryption courses yet?
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"yes I have ma'am. is there anything else I should know about the mission?"
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[b]Nara slides a folder across the desk.[/b] "Everything else is in here. Happy hunting."
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"thank you ma'am." *steak salutes then walks out of the room clutching the folder in hand, he will inspect it later.*
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[b]Later that day two soldiers show up outside his room[/b]
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*steak walks to the door in his fatigues. his mustache is freshly curled and his scalp neatly buzzed. he opens the grey door to reveal the two solders. both wearing fatigues and sidearms. the one on the left has short curly hair, which looks matted down. he is freshly shaven. he must not be any older than 25. the one on the right looks slightly older, his hair is thinning in the front and a stubble lays on his face like a shadow.* "I'm assuming you're the team I am assigned?"
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[b]The one on the left speaks forcefully[/b] "Sir!" [b]He salutes.[/b] "We were told to meet our squad leader here Sir! Madam Nara said you would have our mission directive!"
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"at ease, solder." *steak picks up his data pad from the desk beside the door, marks the outpost location and turns it around to show the solders.* "Madam Nara has assigned us to check out this outpost for information regarding Hans Kensler. though most people thought him dead, we've gained intelligence that contradicts this idea. I doubt we will run into resistance so we're heading out ASAP. get your gear together and meet me in the vehicle hanger at 2000 hours. understood?*
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[b]The soldiers nod their heads and shout in unison[/b] "Sir yes sir!"
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*at 2000 hours the sun begins to set. the sky is painted exaggerated orange and purple. in the hanger the two solders stand in full armor, weapons slung over their shoulders. around the hanger workers mill around completing mundane tasks, such as cleaning or repairing vehicles. some large four wheeled vehicles drive back and forth like confused children as steak enters the hanger. his new armor glistens in the vibrant sunlight as he walks toward the solders. they stand at attention..* "at ease." *both drop their hands and spread their legs a bit.* "we will approach by land. if there are still contacts in the outpost they may detect an aircraft approaching." *steak says as he signals the two to follow him. the three stride toward one of the four wheeled vehicles, and steak points to the younger solder.* "you will be on the gun." *he says, and the solder complies. the older gentleman climbs into the beast of a machine and buckles in. steak climbs into the driver seat and starts the engine. it roars to life as he pulses the accelerator. the solder in the passenger seat pulls a radio off his armor and radios for departure. control gives the team the green light and the vehicle squeals out of the massive room. a dust trail is locked up behind the roaring animal as it sprints across the desert toward its destination.*
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[b]Roughly halfway to your destination, a pot shot ricochet off the edge of the craft. Then, more shots hit and a red light turns on in the cockpit. The copilot looks alarmed[/b] "Oh shit Sir! They hit our rotator fuel line! We're going down! Brace for impact!"
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"cut the fuel lines, if we can repair that we're going to need as much fuel as possible." *steak yells as he struggles to control the craft. to the east there is a boulder range near a canyon. the rock stick out of the sand like crooked teeth. brown and jagged.* "I'm gonna try and put us down by that canyon. brace for impact!" *the craft tilts toward the boulders and slams into the ground like a meteor. dust and rock is thrown into the air and the hull bends an breaks. sparks ark from the dashboard and the pilots flinch a bit.* "everyone out, now! head for the rocks." *the crew grabs their gear and stumbles out of the vehicle, slightly disoriented from the crash.*
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[b]Across the sand dunes slightly away from the crash sight, a slightly grey object appears to move over the heat mirage from about 50 meters away. Bright flashes of light streak across the horizon as bullets fly past your squad. Small cracks and pops are audible as the bullets fly past.[/b]
