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11/7/2015 10:27:16 PM
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[b][i]Chapter X.[/i][/b]
[i][u]To kill a god (p.II)[/u][/i]
[b]The wing of Valkyries zoomed towards the Orbiting Battle Barge, dubbed [i]Indominus,[/i] that had been assigned to Tempestor Lancaster and the Imperial forces under her command. The fast ship was ready for combat, engines primed, crew full, all that was needed was the word from the Prime. Once on board, she raced to the bridge, where the flight crews awaited her.[/b]
[i]"By your orders, sir!"[/i]
[b]they shouted, standing at attention.[/b]
"At ease. Are our escorts ready?"
[i]"yes Ma'am. The four Sword-Class and the two Falchion-Class vessels are all ready and on standby,"[/i] replied the Lieutenant.
"Good. Close all hangar bay doors, activate the Gellar fields and link ships for Warp Jump."
[i]"By your command."[/i]
[b]he did a quick salute, and attended to his duty.
The dimensional rifts opened before the ships as they sailed right into them, glowing with an odd violet haze.[/b]
[i]"Emperor be with us..."[/i]
[spoiler]oppun. [/spoiler]
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One Stratos Collective soldier is watering a tree in the cargo hold. How the hell did he get a tree in here?
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Probably from the garden on board the ship. Just a thought. [spoiler]xD[/spoiler]
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You see another soldier slap him and tell him to stop 'dicking around'
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Edited by Ex PI: 11/8/2015 2:56:44 AMThe stealth crate is opened once again, and a man crawls out, wearing odd military garb. The Spetznaz soldier quickly sheds all but his basic fatigues in order to blend better with the Imperial troops. [b]I'll be back soon. Don't open up for anyone.[/b] [i]Yes, Sergei. We'll keep watch.[/i] Major Sergei Filitov smoothed out his uniform, pulled a hat down over his head to hide his face, and headed for the ship's commons.
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[b]Training excercises were going on all around. He could easily fool the ship's crew, but not the actual troops. Comissars made mental notes of everyone in their allocated regiments, and Elite storm troopers were not easily fooled... they could recognize their brothers in arms in a crowd.[/b]
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Sergei looks around, noting the Commisars. [i]Chekists. Like in the Union. Wonderful.[/i]
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[b]He came upon a training session, right in the middle of the common area. It seems not even they rested.[/b]
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The Major sits on a nearby bench and deftly thieves an oblivious Guardsman's sandwich from his mess tray. [i]Hm. Chicken. Can't say it's worse than a field ration.[/i]
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[b]eventually, he was found.[/b] "Hey you! Get down from there!" [b]a commanding voice came from below the crate. A woman's voice.[/b]
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Sergei clambers down and deftly slides into the crowd of Guardsmen, still munching his sandwich. [i]Ahh, tradecraft.[/i] he thinks. [i]This will be interesting.[/i]
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[b]Before he can disappear again, a powerful hand grabs him by the shoulder and slams him into the ground. The Stormtroopers form in a circle around him. There was no hiding anymore. A woman walked in front of him. She was clad in her combat gear, a large coat resting on her shoulders while a red beret sat atop her head.[/b] "I can only assume you didn't hear me. I asked you a question. Who are you?" [b]she stood over him, arms crossed, looking down at him.[/b]
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Sergei stares the woman full in the face... And starts laughing his head off. [i]Oh, dear me. I'm sorry, but this is so ridiculously funny. The idea that...[/i] He breaks into laughter again.
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[b]she puts her foot on his ribcage, presses, and shatters it. His laughter is cut short, seeing as he cannot breathe anymore.[/b] "Something funny?"
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Sergei grins again, and manages to speak around coughing up blood. [i]You know, -[b]wheeze[/b]- we're just here to observe, -[b]cough[/b]- and help when we get to where we're going, but we did have -[b]glrk[/b]- a contingency plan.[/i] Tear gas grenades rattle down from the ceiling, followed by a series of juddering -[i]thwips[/i]- The Storm Troopers collapse with tranquilizer darts buried in their necks. The fog of the tear gas obscures the area. When it dissipates and the Troopers begin to awaken, Sergei is gone. [b]Meanwhile, In the Cargo Hold[/b] The stealth crate's door slams shut and is locked.
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[spoiler]well they're wearing full body armor, and that includes gasmasks.[/spoiler] [b]The darts all bounce off uselessly off their armors[/b]
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[spoiler]Kasrkin have gaps in their armor along the necks, as do Inquisitorial Storm Troopers.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]covered gaps, mind you. Think they're naked under their armor? Jeez.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Ex PI: 11/8/2015 3:05:02 PM[spoiler]I looked it up. There's a huge gap of skin, and only skin, between helmet and armor collar, which, to your credit, has a regular Guardsman's uniform underneath. Therefore, VOSTOK shot them in their necks.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]if that's the way you want to play it.[/spoiler] [b]after acknowledging the presence of stowaways, the Stealth crate was jettisoned into space.[/b]
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The VOSTOK team had already shifted position to watch their crate go. Their best bet was to expose themselves to the ship's ranking authority and explain their presence. They head for the bridge, via the air ducts. [spoiler]Note: these guys are from 1985, but it's Metal Gear Solid-level 1985.[/spoiler]
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[b]The air ducts are sealed for purging. The sections close one by one, blades shutting off each part of the vents. And then, one by one, blades re-open to let a torrent of flames into the conduits.[/b]
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Team VOSTOK smashes open a vent cover as the purge system starts up, tumbling into a maintenance closet. Sergei, chest covered in a partial-body cast, winces in drug-dulled pain, but manages to draw a shock baton. [i]Come on. We're not here to fight these people. But they don't know that.[/i]
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[spoiler]he says, after laughing in their face, shooting gas at them and all.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He's got an odd sense of humor, and he only activated the contingency after his ribs were mushed. He was going to explain, but, as always, Imperials aren't patient people.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]they aren't patient especially when you LAUGH IN THEIR FACE.[/spoiler]
