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원본 게시물 출처:Gydaton RP
8/17/2016 12:08:13 AM
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[b]Arc 2 Part 1: Affliction. [/b]
The Crusader flew valiantly from the farthest reaches of NTR territory, Planet Gydaton with a mission: Exterminate and Examine. Well the first part of their galactic objective was coming into play only three weeks after departure.
Private First Class Erin Wallace of the 2nd NTR Iron Maiden Unit, Kilo Squad, was standing aboard the 5th Hangar Bay of the supercarrier on that one fateful evening, it was 5:09 in the afternoon on the vessel, meaning it was approximately 17 hours and 9 minutes since the three weeks since departure milestone, and Wallace was already starting to miss home, but she missed Kilo more, since the other two, Marcel and Sam, had been missing for more than an hour and told Kilo Actual that they were going to "Speak to the general" or something of that sort.
Erin had been polishing her Squire MKII claymore sword so that the five foot long steel blade was almost as shiny as her titanium-plated skin before her synthetic tanned skin and micro-sized pain and pleasure receptors had been installed, making one of three known IM teams to exist. The brown haired woman started walking to the bridge but upon turning her first corner, she felt a pair of cold and thin-fingered hands snap her neck right off her titanium body, where the brain of Erin Walace would rest in a permanent cryo state.
The killer of the seven-foot tall cyborg woman held the titanium body with four long but thin arms as the ten foot tall creature, who was black as the expanse of space and had eyes that were a crimson red colour, had completely dissapeared with some form of cloaking field.
But sadly, hundreds more were onboard the ship, killing anything in their wake.
((Fight themoff. You control the action.))
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작성자: Sanctus Caesar 8/22/2016 10:48:25 AM[i]Having been on the Hermes when it landed on Gyration, the man in the Brig had proven a bit of a conundrum. The ship couldn't fly, but due to who he was, what he had done, and what he could still do, it was decided by the leaders that he would be extradited to a barren planet on the next ship out. So, Vrael found himself sitting in the Brig of the Crusader. He was writing in his book when the gunshots and screams started. He stood, putting the pencil in the book, and placing the book in the inner pocket of his leather jacket. He went to either side of the cell to see as much of the hall as he could. Finding nothing, he began to walk to the back of the cell, towards his bed. Behind him, a slight disturbance in the air came through the space between the lasers acting as the cell gate. It speedily approached, and something was raised. Suddenly, the thing was looking back at the cell door, while its body still faced Vrael. As for him, his body was facing the wall, his head turned to see the thing, and his left arm extended with a flat hand in a bitchslap. The things cloaking failed, revealing its form as it crumpled to the ground. Vrael walked around to its side, squatting to get a better look at it.[/i] "[b]When you use something as obvious as that, against something as old as me, you really shouldn't.[/b]" [i]He says as he stands. He spins, grabbing the neck of another one of the things and slamming it into a wall, his eyes blazing with blue flames. There was a snap as he broke its neck, and then its cloak deactivated as well, and he dropped the thing to the floor. He looked at the door.[/i] "[b]Five to six years is enough punishment, its time for redemption.[/b]" [i]aHe says to himself as he steps through the lasers and reaches up to his shoulder with his left hand, manifesting the ancient blade of Ragnarok once more and drawing it.[/i]
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[i]Somewhere in the supercarrier's hangar, over the sounds of gunfire, shrieks, ripping flesh, and the general chaos, a thundering [url=https://youtu.be/9mz0Nn3kGZg]song[/url] could be heard. As it grew louder, Afflicted were ripped apart, shrieking as they seemed to be jumping towards something... Someone large. From amidst the chaos, the Courier approached, an M240B in one hand, firing into the crowd with a full belt of tracer, his minigun following suit with a blend of armor-piercing rounds and incendiaries. His Tesla and tytritium shielding sparked off of his armor, frying anything that made it past his barrage of bullets. From the opposing side, Wolfe had gone into the group cloaked, and was slicing into the afflicted with his tytritium-edged blade, felling them as a trained swordsman would. In conjunction with his sword, he also utilized his kukri and his gauntlet blades, catching and parrying many attacks by the onslaughting forces. His intelligent use of rapid cloaking, uncloaking, and teleportation made it hard for anything to pinpoint his location, let alone get hold of him before being gutted like a deer. Unlike Wilson, he preferred to not be noticed, made his job much easier.[/i] WOLFIE GET A GOD DAMN MACHINE GUN OUTTA MY BIRD AND DO SOMETHING! [i]The Courier shouted, laughing maniacally afterwards as he cut several more down with his machine gun.[/i] No. I'm quite alright. [i]Wolfe said, pulling his sword forth from the chest of one of the afflicted.[/i]
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[b][i]Slamming five rounds into his 500 Magnum and slamming a clip into Peacekeeper, placing his titanium suit of armor on alongside his helm and tattered jacket, Isaac walked throughout the hallways silently, his revolver Wraith raised up with his right hand. After seeing several of the creatures, he made sure that Ella was hidden in her room, alongside Iza. And yet, they were. Ella was sitting in the corner of her room while Iza loaded her slug shotgun Perma-Fix, listening for any sounds or roars or screams, practically anything. She was wearing her combat armor, which consisted of a grey coat resistant to plasma and several thin layers of titanium under it, alongside a helmet that covered her face, though her turquoise hair could be seen still. Ella was simply wearing her tattered uniform, a black jacket and a white shirt with a tie, alongside some dress pants and formal shoes. She had her pistol in her hand, but she was shaking.[/i][/b] [i]"Shh. It's gonna be okay."[/i] [b][i]Iza smiled at Ella, who simply nodded back. She hated seeing her afraid, but the only thing she could do now was get ready to defend her at all costs. Meanwhile, Isaac was still patrolling the hallways silently, his tattered tan NCR Ranger coat fluttering behind him as he proceeded throughout the Crusader, a fury starting to grow within him. A hatred, really...[/i][/b]
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The rifle six was holding rematerializes as a shotgun, which she fires quickly as she turns around. Her AI was on full alert of her surrounding as she was trying to gun down these shadowy assailants "The hell are these things?" Six asks herself.
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작성자: Rimidalv Nisom 8/18/2016 3:51:24 PM[b]Malik, Randall, abd GRB-23 were too busy arguing about ethics in Randall's room to hear most of the fighting. Their conversation is cut short by the screams of some crew members a few halls away.[/b] "Did any of you hear that?" [b]Malik asked with concern in his voice.[/b] "Yes I did, Malik." [b]The robot replied in monotone.[/b] "I think we should get some weapons abd camp out in the hallway outside this room. Whatever is here can't harm us,unless they make the first move." [b]Randall interrupted as he eagerly searched through the lockers in the room, throwing out small handguns left and right.[/b] "When did sir become a tactician?" "I'm not a tactician, robot. I just served in the armed forces." [b]As soon as he finished his sentence he pulled out a large, unloaded sniper rifle chambered in 50.BMG. A devious smile appeared on his face as he loaded the rifle with ammo.[/b] "Where did you find that thing?" [b]Malik inquired with a bit of shock in his voice. [/b] "I have a way with words, Malik, tat's how. Now set up in the hallway with GRB." "But sir, I don't have a weapon." "Grab the only gun I left in the locker, robot." "Yes sir." [b]GRB rolled over to the weapons locker, his treads going over handgun abs rifke alike until he reached it. In the locker there was an M2 Browning machine gun, albeit with a much smaller barrel.[/b] "Sir, wouldn't this use the same ammo as your weapon?" "Nope, it's chambered in 5.56. A little leftover gift from my service." [b]After a few more minutes of preparation they sent out into the hallwa, Randall having to make return trips for ammo and several makeshift barricades. Soon they had made a makeshift defense consisting of ammo crates acting as sandbags and cover along with enough ammo for the current situation including an old ham radio.[/b] "Does sir believe these people still use radios?" [b]GRB questioned as he set up the bipod of his weapon on the ground between ammo crates. [/b] "I'm not sure but you take the south side and Malik and I take the north. That weapon should cover that side by itself. Plus we'll need something loud to attract them." [b]Randall planted his weapon on an ammo crate and aimed down the scope.[/b] "You mean music, sir?" "Yes, something loud." "How?" "Through your speakers." "Got it, sir." [b]GRB-23 took a few seconds to browse his memory.[/b] "Here it is sir, one of your favorites." [b]A [url=https://youtu.be/-zBzZJd-nfw]song[/url] started playing through his speakers as hordes of afflicted began running down the hall on both sides.[/b] "Good choice." [b]Randall fired a shot at one of the afflicted, punching a hole through two of them before Malik ran towards them and began swiping left and right, leaving a pile of corpses in his wake. On the it her side of the fortification, GRB-23 was sending bullets down the hall with lethal efficiency and accuracy.[/b] "You know, this is the same scenario I died in. Being cornered by hostiles." [b]Randall said under the hail of gunfire and the slashing of claws. Eventually the bodies piled so high that the afflicted struggled to make it past the barricade of corpses - which was a good thing since they were low on ammo and becoming fatigued.[/b] "Some vacation we've had, huh?" [b]Randall loaded his last magazine and took aim at the struggling aliens.[/b] "Last magazine, might want to use the radio." "My side is clear, I'll do it for you." [b]GRB flicked on the radio with his free hand.[/b] "We are low on ammo near the crew quarters, send help and watch for the creatures." [b]He kept the radio on as they kept holding out as long as they could, fatigued and anxious.[/b]
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Jaeger had been waking the hallways when the alarms first sounded. Rushing through the halls towards the hanger, he intercepted a firefight between several crew members and the creatures, two of them being thrown against the walls by the arms of the creatures, their chests caved in. Kneeling in a firing position beside the remaining crew, he unholstered his rifle from his back, the gray weapon glowing red with energy, as he began firing plasma bolts at them. For everyone he cut down, two more rose, as they grabbed crew member after crew member, before finally, only himself and two others remained. After cycling out the spent plasma charge, he clicked a trigger on the side, causing the barrel of the weapon to expand and lengthen. A charging sound was heard, shortly before a directed beam of red plasma was fired from it, burning straight through the creatures down the hall, clearing it.
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Yeah, true... Let's just hope this is it, I doubt it though. If there's one thing I learned from StarCraft, it's that if you spam weaker units and throw in some stronger ones, the massive amounts of weaker ones act as a meat shield and the strongest ones just go on a killing spree
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[b]Lucifer being the booze hound he occasionally is was stumbling around fully armed and dressed in black with a half empty bottle of rum in his gloved right hand, He starts drinking until one of the things knocks the bottle from his hand shattering the glass and contents on the floor[/b] Now I know why the rum is gone [b]He picks up a few shards of glass while brushing off his jacket then crushes the shards and melting them into fine hair thin needles that could pierce flesh like a hot knife through butter[/b]
