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Post by swoopingknight on May 5, 2009 22:23:27 GMT -4
Fie:(taking Johny Bravo's phone) This is Fie we are missing few classmates be careful. (talking to a nurse while hold the phone) th. then shouting) What! we also have a few that walk out of the nursing area.
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Post by Jakob on May 5, 2009 23:00:03 GMT -4
Jakob was soon alone again. He suddenly skid on the ground. The sharper edges of his boots and exposed armor scratched the ultimately weaker floor tiles.
Jakob remained in sleep mode even after being dragged by some unseen force into his own office. The lights have always been off. The windows filled the room with light, though not much to begin with. The sun was away from the window for the time being.
The welding job was quick. It usually was. Pieces of his armor were removed and the rest of his body was repaired. Jakob coughed up oil. The oil suddenly levitated and wiped itself on a paper towel from his desk.
Sparks emitted, and KPG's armored figure flickered in and out of existence. However, the malfunction was short-lived.
"Good to see you made improvements," Jakob said as KPG finalized the internal repairs.
There was rapid knocking on the door. KPG strapped Jakob's helmet on quickly and grabbed his own rifle slung on his back. Jakob sat up and grabbed the rest of his armor suit, rolling behind his desk.
KPG said nothing and tip-toed out of the way and vanished. His rifle vanished as well.
Both of them knew that a breaching charge was set.
Amidst the dust, there were HALOS soldiers. Four in all, KPG counted. He moved silently to the windows and yanked on the curtain string.
The blinds dropped and completely covered the windows. The HALOS soldiers seemed to glow.
One shotgun blast from Jakob's own weapon blew one apart. KPG opened fire on two more on a different flank.
The last one spun to take a shot at KPG, but Jakob was already all over him. Punch after punch after punch, followed by a swift breaking of the spine.
They didn't have a change to squeak.
Jakob, fully-armored, pumped his shotgun, and put a shell through each one to confirm their KIA status.
"So, got any ideas?" KPG asked.
The lights in the hallway were off as well. They took notice that the HALOS soldiers didn't regenerate.
"From what I've seen, they're vulnerable when in darkness. How the hell that works, we'll never know."
"Yeah, we're very scientific douchebags in that sense," KPG chuckled.
Jakob quickly scanned the hallway outside of the office. His night vision was activated. KPG clicked something on the inside of his mask and raised his rifle to follow.
"Anyway," said Jakob, "I recommend we get to the others, including Izzac and the so-called Darkness. As unoriginal as it sounds, he's the guy who's supposed to kill off these freaks."
KPG seemed to groan. Jakob ignored it. His eyes were on the battlefield, like some 'Nam veteran in the jungle experiencing a war flashback.
The door was in reasonably good shape despite the charge. KPG hefted it through the doorframe and made some makeshift cover. He and Jakob looked down both ends of the hall. Jakob on the other side of the hallway, KPG hiding behind the damaged door covering the other side.
Two light blips appeared on KPG's HUD. He squeezed the trigger and watched as the two blips dropped to the ground.
Jakob swapped his shotgun for his SMG. The H&K MP7, though obsolete in 2970-whatever, was specially designed to be able to punch through combat armor. The HALOS soldiers, or anyone in general, lacked specific combat armor that's capable of blocking such rounds.
KPG lifted himself over the door and both he and Jakob started moving to where they figured the others would be: Dr. Wakeman's office.
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Post by Zoomer on May 6, 2009 17:30:15 GMT -4
"Nope." Alex replies from just a few inches away, having moved to strike while the agent healed.
He proceeds to slice the agent in half horizontally, separating his abdomen from his waist.
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Post by Champ on May 10, 2009 0:55:03 GMT -4
"Alright, now let's make sure Wakeman's safe," Champ said.
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Post by Champ on May 16, 2009 12:33:13 GMT -4
((OOC:Um...hello?))
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Post by Jakob on May 16, 2009 12:34:49 GMT -4
(OOC: Whose turn is it?)
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Post by Champ on May 16, 2009 13:50:20 GMT -4
((OOC:I think it's Damion, but he appears to have gone AWOL)
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Post by swoopingknight on May 17, 2009 0:55:34 GMT -4
{Should put my character into the fray? Its not tough and I did leave an opening for anyone to jump in, or should I have said that so they would know?}
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Post by Damion / Xerox on May 27, 2009 1:25:43 GMT -4
Izzac: Alright. Meet back at here in five. I have an idea to put an end to this.
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Post by Champ on Jun 8, 2009 15:15:51 GMT -4
*five minutes later* "Okay,"Ayame asked, "What's the plan?"
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Post by Damion / Xerox on Jun 8, 2009 23:46:37 GMT -4
((I am excessivly sorry about the longer than infinity absence, but due to the fact that I am on my last couple weeks of Gr. 12, I will be very busy with studying, last minute assignment hand-ins, and gathering all the resourses I need for my portion of the grad ceremony. I will be absent for a while. I sincerely do apologize.
I promise, when all of this spam and eggs is done and gone, I shall return to help finish this chapter of this RP, which, for some of you I am sure, you are wishing would just be over with.
See you later, and wish me luck for the hell that's about to break loose upon me...))
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Post by Zero on Jul 23, 2009 22:06:48 GMT -4
Was this forgotten?
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Post by Champ on Aug 7, 2009 0:27:21 GMT -4
((bump))
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Post by Zoomer on Aug 18, 2009 3:06:21 GMT -4
Cleanup in progress. Bump activated.
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