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| Gray | Nov 27 2010, 06:57 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Ann Gillars Power Armor: Rasveht Facton: Barcalow Knights In the rush to assemble a team and get a vehicle out to the Tesla Industries compound, someone dropped the ball. No one knew exactly what had happened. The general consensus of the people in the Line Breaker was that because this was Ranger territory then they must have something to do with the incident. The other possibility was that they might have even owned the facilities in question and were using them as a trap of some kind. Ann was a subscriber to the latter theory. She had been pretty much been at the right place at the right team when the distress signal went out, and largely due to a lack of alternatives, was allowed to board the tank with the rest of the power armor users. Ann quickly regretted volunteering though. A blind operation did not suit her in the slightest, and once she found out how blind they all were, panic had slowly been creeping in. The young woman tried to hide it by engrossing herself in examining her armor but the words of her comrades kept her internal distress building. But then Apollo appeared. She didn't know much about the man beyond the fact that he was one of their own but it was enough. Just having another armor in the looming fight would not have been enough to calm her down but Apollo's commanding presence did the trick. When things were over, she planned to thank him but for the time being she kept her facade of coolness on. The facade remained on in full force as the five bits slid off her armor's backpack and unfolded into full blown copies. Each one had its own personality, and at Apollo's command, the now six strong group began to fan out as one. |
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| Gray | Dec 2 2010, 10:58 PM Post #2 |
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As their lanced comrade slumped to the floor, electric adrenaline pulsed through their synchronized network. It was the contribution that every fallen teammate gave to Guts; the rush of sudden expiration without the finality of a proper conclusion. Strength surged and in an instant the battle was over. The hidden rogue was dragged down and back into the room. The only question now was who would land the final blow. Ice and Fire? The two were acting on Gut’s instinctive fear of the other combatants into the room. In tandem the two were protecting the rest of the group with their rifles and sabers. Bomber? The newest of the armors had so far chosen not to act but Guts could feel it. The pandemonium had him salivating. He wanted the pending execution. He wanted this to escalate further. Letting him land the blow would Cutter? The first of the armors already had his blade prepared. A nervous energy was causing him to already drift toward the downed suit. Finishing the rogue off would free them for the other pressing challenges so the sooner the better. But Ann had to do it. She knew that she had to be (and dearly she wanted to be) the one to do this. It was what was expected from one of Baracalow’s Knights, and if she… The doors shut and panic set in. Ann and her four remaining teammates looked around wildly in an attempt to figure out what was going on, but even with five different perspectives, none of them could tell what was waiting for them until the first of the strange armors came forth. It was only after the red one stabbed Calamity that the Rasvehts once again began to act. With their backs to the door, the only way to go was forward. Fire began to shift sideways along the wall while simultaneously Cutter and Ice charged forward with weapons drawn. Ice held his saber out in front him like a lance in an attempt to run the strange foe through while Cutter simply began firing wildly at it without abandon with hope that the decrease in distance would give him a better chance at hitting. Fire, always patient, was preparing to take advantage of the confusion by attacking from the flank with a few well placed shots before Ice got in close to finish things. Ann, in the meanwhile, was going the opposite way that Fire was with her saber and rifle at the ready. She was already getting ready to fire with a few bursts, and in the chaos of her comrades charge, planned to eventually get in close and take the red armor down when its back was turned. As for Bomber, he stood lifelessly by the now shut door; simply observing what was about to happen next… |
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