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[i]He opened a rift at the end of the alleyway, boxing the pair in. [/i] [spoiler]By the way, there's no physical way you just casually stepped to the side of a bullet, much less plasma. We either play realistic, or we play a game of godmods. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]In this universe, Grell isn't human, just keep that in mind, and even so, it's roleplay, we can afford to keep things unrealistic for the sake of entertainment[/spoiler] Grell sighs "Really? Come on I've got things to do."
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[i]The man simply stays quiet, firing a hail of shots all around the man, with pinpoint accuracy. [/i]
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Grell very quickly brandishes two plasma machetes, holding the flat sides towards the attacker, which blocked the shots.
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[i]The man fired not at just one spot, but all around his chest. The fact that he was trying to use a sword to stop bullets wouldn't have worked in the first place, so around 3 shots slam into Grell's chest. [/i]
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The bolts rip holes in Grells chest, but.. There was no blood, only scraps of metal. The figure of Grell collapsed, and robotic static emanated from the corpse "You broke my toy! This thing was expensive." It became apparent that Grell was controlling the robot directly from another location
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[i]The figure grinned devilishly from under his mask, and shot a single nanite from the tip of his left finger. That nanite would spend its time tracking and tracing the location where Grell was. Due to the fact it was military-grade hardware, JT had been easily able to bypass whatever firewalls Grell had in place. [/i]
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"Do you think I'm stupid?" The search came up blank, Grell obviously pinged the signal from countless different locations, making it impossible to pinpoint the correct location
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[i]The figure triangulated the exact locations of each location. [/i]"That's assuming I don't have the resources to track down every location you're broadcasting from, and gun you down."
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"Oh, well by the time you visit every location, I'll be somewhere totally different, have fun!" The robot laughed an maniacal laugh
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"Dude, warp drives exist for a damn good reason. In fact, you should have marines at your crib within... Now actually." [i]The man responds, and with that, the marines search Grell's location. [/i]
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They find absolutely nothing, except cold dark space "And you think I don't have a warp drive as well? This isn't my first rodeo cowboy."
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"Firstly: You have a cowboy listening in right now. Secondly: You're an ass." [spoiler]Was this the Grell from CP or no?[/spoiler]
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"I'm a criminal, I specialize in these things, you owe me 1 million credits for the robot." Grell laughed
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[b][i]From the third end of the call... [/i][/b] [i]A female voice speaks up from what seems like a room of computers and people, each speaking to each other. It looks like a call centre. [/i]"Boss!" [i]The voice speaks, her British tone shining through her words. [/i]"Grell's back." [i]She states, only to be met by a loud [/i]"WHAT?!" [i]From the first man. [/i] [i]Back to the hunter... [/i] "I don't owe a murderer shit."
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"Ooh? Someone I know? Please put him on the phone, I'd love to catch up." The Grell bot began standing up, and limping towards the figure
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[i]The figure simply fired another shot of plasma at the robot. [/i]"Shut your ass up."
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The robot collapses, still able to speak "I've got about a thousand of these, have fun figuring out which one is real! Perks of running a crime syndicate! But I am really curious, who in your organization have I pissed off?"
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"Sir, I am the highest ranking general in the entire Republic. I have relations to countless other groups. Castle, NWH, a band of Space Marines..."
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"I've probably sold those people some goods at one point or another, I specialize in slave trade." The Grell bot laughs
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"I can guarantee you haven't. Castle is too morally good, Space Marines probably think that goes against their God-Emperor, and the NWH... Well, one general likely would have, the rest would try to kill your ass."
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"NWH, that sounds familiar, oh that's right! JT, he's the leader, we had a little feud back in the day, a little gang war in one of my warehouses, ah, good times, and then JT tortured me, and then "killed me", memories."
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"Killed you?"
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"Helicopter went down, he left me inside, well, I say me, for the most part, it's always been these handsome Devils doing the fighting and dying." The robot gestures to itself
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[spoiler]basically, but refurbished for this universe [/spoiler]
