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11/28/2015 8:32:54 PM
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The man nods again, and heads to take out his portion of the enemy forces.
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There are a few men scouring the ground beneath you, accompanying three men in power armor similar to your own. A few snipers align the balconies adjacent to you, but they appear distracted by Ginger. Likewise, the ground forces are in disarray.
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He sets down his Minigun, and grabs two grenades, Primes them, and throws them at the men in power armor, then proceeds to pick up his Minigun, and unloads the payback.
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The men on the ground return fire with SMGs, burping three-or-four round bursts, but most of them are laid low by your mini gun. This gets the attentions of the snipers, however, who quickly get behind cover with rail-powered Sniper Rifles.
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He lays down a bit of fire toward the snipers, trying to make sure they're not a problem to him or Ginger.
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A sonic shriek and the rending of metal is heard, and all that remains of the guards are their guns. Ginger waits up top, with a stolen Gauss rifle. In a surprisingly normal voice for such a large figure, American with a tinge of a British (or something like British; he isn't quite human) accent, he calls out to the man, "All clear up here. Anyone hostiles with you?"
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"A few." He lays down fire on remaining hostile forces.
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Ginger helps finish the stragglers up, leaving none alive. He explains that to the man afterwards. "No need to question them. They organized this by themselves, you can tell from their assorted logos. That's a Golden Company insignia, that's Greenspear, and so forth. Did I ever catch your name?"
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"Names Jack, but call me what you want. What's your name?"
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"You can call me Ginger, or, well, anything you'd like. That's the only name people know me by, at least." He extends a large hand for you to shake. Though he appeared human at first glance, he was unusually tall at around 8ft, and his ears were slightly pointed. Likely there were more differences underneath the skin, as shown by his speed and strength. He was clad in advanced, ceramic armor that covered a sleek matte black combat skin. "You're a merc too, by the looks of you. Are you under a contract?"
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Edited by Cmdr Dornick: 11/28/2015 9:19:56 PM"Oh, I'm no Merc." He shakes Ginger's hand, and inspects his apparel. "You're pretty tall, I must say."
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He looks at you cooly for a second before his demeanor cracks. "Never said that I was human, eh? After that fiasco, I'd imagine that I owe you a drink or two. Wanna leave this place?"
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"Sure, it'd be nice to have a break once in a while."
