Python loads up and sets out towards the southern district.
"Game plan, anyone?"
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"Cultist activity, HQ wants us to take a look" [i]the soldiers ready their chutes for the drop[/i]
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Python chambers a round in his rifle, not wearing a chute. "I hope we get to shoot stuff."
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"We all want to" [i]the green light is given, the fire team lines up and prepares to jump[/i]
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As the door opens, Python runs at the drop door. He jumps out, flipping and tumbling through the air.
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"Was he wearing a chute?" [i]the leader sighs[/i] "Nope" [i]the team follows soon after, a few moments after the jump, they pull their chutes You and the team land in a desert like area[/i]
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Python looks around the desert. "Alright, let's move."
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"East, our objective is to take any possible information from the hideout there"
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He begins moving East, keeping his rifle up.
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[i]the fire team keep up with him, watching the nearby cliff side and rock formation for anything[/i]
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He keeps moving, kicking up sand and he traverses the desert.
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[i]nothing attacks the group, later a concrete bunker is seen It's guards lay on the ground, the fire team investigates[/i] "Multiple stab wounds, and burns?"
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"Strange. Let's clear the bunker." Python kicks the door in, his rifle raised. [spoiler]Sorry about the wait I got flooded with shit IRL[/spoiler]
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[i]more guards, each suffering the same death[/i] "Who the hell did this..."
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"I don't know. Check the bodies for intel and then we're moving on." He stands, rifle ready, covering them.
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"Nothing much, a Lexicon here and there We should head to the control room to be sure" [i]the team readies themselves, as they begin making their way to the room[/i]
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Python follows the team. As they reach the door, he moves to the front. "Breaching." He drop his shoulder and runs through the door. When he's through, his rifle is raised.
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[i]nothing is seen at first, until a soldier stops you quickly [/i] "Don't move!"
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Python looks around. "What?"
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[i]a sword spears before you, aimed at your throat It seems to be coated in blue plasma, the person holding it is a tall women, her armor seems to belong to the Sororitas[/i]
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Python smiles at the woman. His rifle's still aimed at her. "That won't do anything to me. You should know that before sticking it in my face." He drops his rifle and grabs the sword. The plasma sears and screams against his skin, but does no damage. He throws the sword into the wall.
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[i]she doesn't flinch, as the sword buries itself in a wall She draws a gun, what looks to be a Boltor, and aims it at him[/i] [i]a soldier speaks up[/i] "She isn't a Cultist?"
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"Doesn't look like it." He looks her over and then at the gun. "That won't do anything either. Can we talk this out?"
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[i]she lowers the gun[/i] "This gun can do more damage than you think What is it you want?"
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"We were sent to get intel. Why are you here?"
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"The same reason"