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publicado originalmente en:Gydaton RP
9/7/2016 2:09:59 AM
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[b]The shielding system made a loud crack as the drone's sensors let out a strange hum, the canon turning to Wilson as it began to rev up. Slow charge time... But that shell would hit like a bomb.[/b]
[b]From his spot, Lucien gave a weak thumb's up as the drones crashed a foot down into his chest, a definitive crack sounding from his chest.[/b]
[i]"Warning. Seek immediate medical attention."[/i]
[b]The drone turned to Wilson as sparks flew off its chassis, the damages shielding frying most of its power lines... Excluding a strange pulsing organs glow from a crack in its back. A coil generator. It powered the rail canon... And it'd make one loud bang. But the drone had no reason to turn around...[/b]
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[i]Perhaps he had to make it turn... From his back, beneath all of his weaponry, he drew forth a mininuke warhead, and chucked it off to the other side of the room, the weapon slamming into the wall and exploding in a radioactive fission fireball. Hopefully the sound and explosion would get it to turn... Either way, Wilson was running fairly quickly despite being in power armor. That rail gun could actually hurt him, and he didn't intend for that to happen.[/i]
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[b]The drone turned to its side, a scan pulsing out as Lucien tried to roll over. There was an opening, but it was small... And this thing had really thick armor... Too much for its own good. The canon swiveled and followed Wilson as best it could, the .357 canon opening fire as it opens from the back. This thing was determined.[/b]
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[i]Shots plonked off of Wilson's armor, .357's being too small to harm him. However, drawing one of his magnums, he aimed, and took a shot for the small spot in the back of the machine, hoping his experience with the quick draw was good enough.[/i]
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[b]The bullet connected and the coil purred in confusion, rattling as sparks flew out from the crack. But it didn't seem to be enough. There was something he was missing... But the bit was still concentrated on the radiation... Partially anyways. It now had a tesla coil charging up... Which would be ready much faster than the rail coil.[/b]
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[i]Wilson emptied the .500 magnum's revolver into the cylinder, and sheathed his machete in order to draw his BAR, which he fired at the Tesla coil in an attempt to short it out first. Hopefully the massive .30-06 rounds would do something to it... If not, he's have the minigun online in mere moments.[/i]
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[b]The bullet easily crippled the coil, the voltage starting a fire on the drones left arm. With a hum, the generator began to burn as the rail gun made a clicking noise, the barrel aiming for Wilson's head.[/b] [b]But... Instead of shooting... It whirred and rattled until it exploded out, the drone breaking in two, the gun sliding off and onto the ground... Still mostly intact.[/b] [i]"Warning... Drone... Requiring... Immediate... Brrrrtttt...."[/i] [b]With a thud, it slams to the ground, fire erupting from its broken joints.[/b]
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You're welcome. [i]said Wilson, firing a final burst into the power core on the back of machine with his BAR, holstering his magnum.[/i]
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[b]Lucien had already 'reformed' but he looked tired... More than tired... Empty. Whatever he was doing... It took his energy away.[/b] [i]"Still... Hate me...?"[/i] [b]He asks with a weak smirk, wobbling to his feet and looking at the broken machine. With a heave, he draws Wilson's sidearm from a small nano holster and slides it across the floor to him... He wasn't going to need it soon.[/b] [i]"I'll get the doors... Open."[/i] [b]He breathes, limping towards the hall once more.[/b]
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[i]Stepping on it with the tip of his armored boot, he picked it up, and slid the pistol into his shoulder holster.[/i] Yeah. I do. F*ckin' robots. Any luck on getting inside? [i]he asked.[/i]
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[i]"Plenty..."[/i] [b]He mumbles, disappearing upstairs once more. Eventually, the large doors made a loud clunk and began to open, Lucien coming back down a second later, better off than before, but still wobbly.[/b]
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[i]Wilson moved towards the doors, definitely interested in what was inside. Weapons cache sounded quite good to him.[/i]
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[b]Massive. The only word to describe it. Thousands of firearms. Dual barrel flip shotgun, plasma designation. Titanium alloy mass auto sniper. Tibetan Husk Grenade Launcher. The list went on and on.... Even old school weapons. Buckshot sawed offs. SCAR-H with optics and under barrel grip.[/b] [i]"Well... Better stock up."[/i] [b]Lucien limps in and immediately walks to the armor storage, where lines of heavily modified body gear laid neatly on display.[/b] [b]Suddenly, their comms buzz to life, the frequency much more clear than usual. Security had its attention elsewhere.[/b] [i]"Wilson! Lucien! This is Damien. We are pulling out. Repeat, we are pulling out. Grab what you can... Then book it. Ship inbound to hangar five. Ship is on a collision course with the planet... Gonna scuttle this shit."[/i] [b]Lucien shrugs and packs on the armor, the red sensor in the middle spinning to life as he looks over his new stealth suit.[/b] [spoiler]https://imgur.com/ImfyTKN[/spoiler] [b]Lucien quickly motioned Wilson over to the biggest prize in the room, his voice coming out mechanical from the bodysuit.[/b] [i]"Far end... There is a poly glass container. Supposed to be bullet proof... But you should get through it easy enough. Inside there is a rail gun... Six shots, revolved style, twenty second charge up time. Saved it for you. Seemed like your type."[/i] [b]He remarks, grabbing weapons as he went, attaching them magnetically to his body.[/b]
