[b]they drop out of the warp, under Libreous' ship.[/b]
[i]"prep your gear, Wolfpack. We're going in. And I'm wondering who's tailing us."[/i]
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[b][i]As you draw near to the ship, your VOX picks up guttural growls and howling demons.. The entire crew has turned due to a malfunctioning geller field[/i][/b]
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[i]"Merde... looks like we'll have our hands full. You know the drill, team. Spectre, locate the Commander, see if you can dock us as close as possible to his location."[/i]
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[b][i]The ship that followed you docks on the warp tainted vessel - there's a spot near the ship to dock[/i][/b]
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[i]"reading says near the engine room, boss. Lots of Activity there."[/i] [b]Spectre says, his russian accent pressing on every word.[/b] [i]"good enough. Dock us in an access port. Let's try to avoid our uninvited guest."[/i] [b]their vessel docks near the Engine room, cutting a hole through the hull, connecting the two crafts. The four members jump down, as the Ship's hull breach shielding sets in, letting Oxygen into the room.[/b] [spoiler]kinda want to steer away from Ømen on this one...[/spoiler] [spoiler]A) Wolfpack works alone mostly, and B) I feel like omen would do most of the work here, seeing as he's a giant -blam!-ing tank...[/spoiler]
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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 7/25/2015 6:05:46 AM[spoiler]okie dokie[/spoiler] [b][i]The airlock is clean and in perfect order, almost as if nothing happened, but as soon as it opens to the ships interior, it hits you. Gore is splattered on every surface. Light fixtures and broken support beams dangle from the ceiling. Loose bundles of wiring throw hellish looking sparks and buzz loudly with hazardous, electrical energy. Bloody ribbons of torn meat drool down from sections of the broken deck above, but no whole bodies are found. You hear something moving beneath a pile of rubble - it can't be big, the pile isn't large enough to conceal a man.[/i][/b]
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[i]"hm. Feels just like old times, eh boys?"[/i] [b]they keep their weapons sharp, moving as a whole through the ship.[/b] [i]"where is our man, Spectre? I need a reading, and I needed it yesterday."[/i] [u][i]"sorry boss, but the signal keeps moving around. It's hard to track."[/i][/u] [i]"you know what this means, people. Keep your eyes open."[/i]
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[b][i]You see fingers twitching from beneath the rubble pile[/i][/b]
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[b]Beltway doesn't hesitate, and fires a shotgun shell straight into the rubble pile.[/b] [i]"not getting caught like that again... bloody arsehole took out my damn leg..."[/i]
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[b][i]The hand crawls out - not connected to an arm...[/i][/b] [i]Somewhere on the ship, you hear massive impacts resonating through the metal deck. The scene is still all quiet for you, quiet until the whispers begin. [/i]
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[i]"there it is, team. Move out."[/i] [b]they head for where the impact originated from. The whispers don't phase them at all, as they have gotten used to dealing with chaos in their line of work.[/b]
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[b][i]A hoard of ravenous, howling demons charge out of the shadows from behind - there's hundreds of them. A moment later, they charge at you from the other direction as well. You're completely surrounded. Demons lunge at you from all sides - roaring and howling like hellish nightmares.[/i][/b]
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Edited by Shadlezz: 7/25/2015 6:29:18 AM[i]"time to earn your paycheck, Wolfpack."[/i] [b]with an incomparable fluid lethality, the four members of Wolfpack lay absolute waste to the demons, like they have been doing for years. Empty Shotgun shells bouncing off the floor, shell after shell of automatic weapons tinting around on the floor, explosions from the grenades, blood spatters from Vector's blades... The poor demons never stood a chance. After the smoke clears, corpses and bits and pieces of demons lie about, the team's outfits soaked in blood.[/b] [i]"well that was... fun."[/i] [b]Lupo let's out a little laugh as Beltway pumps his shotgun.[/b] [i]"let's keep moving."[/i] [b]they resume their search for the Commander.[/b]
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Edited by cyberattaq: 7/25/2015 4:09:32 PM[spoiler]Just had to XD[/spoiler] Slow clapping emanates from farther down the hallway and the steady thumping of a combat armor stepping can be heard. Eventually a man comes into view under the flickering light. He looks each on of them over. "I must say, that was a very good job." His voice sounds metallic behind the helmet.
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[b]they all aim their weapons straight at him.[/b] [i]"Ten seconds to give me a good reason not to shoot you. [b]A good one."[/b][/i]
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"Gentlemen gentlemen! Let's all lower our weapons! I know you're the Wolfpack. I know you're an extremely covered up, black ops, hush hush group. The best of the best, hard asses. I also know you need better mission encryptions. I just hacked your mission profile, target on this ship, demon infestation as you can see." He motions towards the wall, how did he hack the mission profile? Who was he? "Anyway as to why you shouldn't shoot me... That would be a mistake." The helmet comes down to reveal a man with a light natural tan, chocolate brown hair, and ice blue eyes.
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[i]"A) we don't need to encrypt our missiom profiles because usually idiots de merde like you don't follow. And B), you have five seconds left."[/i]
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"Ah but I'm no idiot. I'm trained like you, I've got a suit, Hell I've even got magical space powers. In fact I'm probably smarter than all of you, no offense meant just trying not to get shot." He leans against a wall.
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[i]"he's just a civilian. He'll get himself killed. Let's keep moving Wolfpack."[/i] [b]they walk away.[/b]
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Somehow the man is in front of them suddenly, a red mist trailing off of him. "Oh no I'm no civilian. Have any of you ever heard of a man named Ryker Evans?"
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[b]they ignore him.[/b] [i]"Bertha if he keeps following, use the flamethrower."[/i] [i]"My pleasure."[/i] [b]she replies in her thick german accent.[/b]
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"Jeez you guys are buzz kills.... You guys must be great fun at bars...." Somehow the voice follows them and is in their heads yet the man can't be seen.
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Edited by Shadlezz: 7/25/2015 5:35:16 PM[spoiler]umm... can you not?[/spoiler] [i]"Go. We're on a mission here. And if you're here just to distract us, I would like you to politely aller te faire enсuler. Now go."[/i]
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"And what if I'm here to help?"
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[i]"your 'help' is both unwanted and unneeded."[/i] [spoiler]if you're so bored reply to the PM[/spoiler]
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"Fine, fine. I get it, I'll leave you in peace." The voice disappears.