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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #75 on: March 16, 2010, 03:59:45 AM »
*(Censored)! I missed it... just because of that stupid... whirring?*
He looked up out of the roof of the blown out building he was hiding in. A chopper, not armed, was flying low. It wasn't marked, and the conflict between the Nazi's and the Liberation was one where no spying was needed. It was probably a rescue for the Chinese spy. If it was Liberation, it would have radioed him, knowing that he was in the area. If it had been Nazi, it would have been armed to the teeth.
*Well, i don't want to ruin Jonas' fun... lets see...* He ran through a diagnostic of helicopters in his head.
*The fuel line would be... there, that's it.*
He pulled out a couple of Armor piercing rounds out of his pouch, and loaded two into his magazine.
*3... 2... 1...*
The gun fired a silent shot into the fuel line on the bottom of the plane, catching fire.

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #76 on: March 16, 2010, 05:14:35 AM »

Capt.Jonnas A.Romero Shepard(Active Liberation/Minor Injury)
He was about to make or counter a move, as he heard something... a chopper? he held out a one finger for a minute, and put his knife away, heading towards a window... he was hoping, and yet had a feeling, that she was professional enough (And smart enough.) to throw away the fact that they where enemy's for a moment so they wouldn't get swiss cheesed if this thing was a hind or something... this wasn't a normal extraction point, so it most likely wasn't her ride or anything... if it was disregarded, they could get back to killing each other. "Wait a minute... truce for the moment unless you don't mind being chain gunned... there's a helicopter outside... you blew up my extraction so its not mine... highly doubt you called in an extraction sense you where sleeping... and yes. i saw the lodgings."he took cover crouching under the window... pulling out binoculars "Leaves us the Fourth Reich... dark enough i cant see the bloody insignia or colors... perhaps we can finish this later to deal with the common enemy if its... wait... that doesn't sound righ-" that when it suddenly combusted, much to Jonnas's surprise. "Soria, I recommend you take some bloody cover, theres a flaming bird in the sky and i imagine a counter sniper or sharpshooter out here that shot it, unless you can prove to me that helicopters magically catch fire...!" He had enough respect for her skills to tell her what was going on. part of a truce after all...

(Taking into account you have a thermal shiro. i just have regular binocs.)
« Last Edit: March 16, 2010, 05:32:27 AM by Yugian »
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #77 on: March 16, 2010, 01:36:51 PM »
Soria nodded when she saw the figure come out of the chopper, she grabbed her rifle and pistol. Where's a place that you would have a good view of that?



Korius jumped out of the Gulfstream as it caught on fire after they did an emergency landing, pulling the pilot out and switching the emergency fuel cut. He grabbed his suitcase and opened it, grabbing the sg552 and aiming it quickly at the soldier underneath him. "Don't move, you liberation trash!"



Soria quickly looked up and pointed her 98 at Korius "Matte kurei, Koriusu!! Watashi no desu! Tokei goshuji bakku!" (Wait, Korius! He's mine! Watch your own back!)



Korius sighed and snapped at Soria,"Watashimo Wa omai wo kaimasu!" (You're coming back with us!"



Soria hissed at him as she slung her rifle over her shoulder and pointed her 98 at Jonnas and yelled at Korius. "No-sankyu-daiben!!" (Well, no **********!) She kept her gaze fixed on Jonnas. "We will finish another day. *To Shiro* I know you're out there, Sniper! You are here to pick up your man, as mine is here to pick up with me. Now we can either each walk away, or we can shoot your friend right now! What will it be?"
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #78 on: March 16, 2010, 01:56:29 PM »
Yurian fell back to avoid most of the bullets, while one grazed his forehead, but the pain associated with it never came as he got up and grinned rather excessively...

Yurian felt excited that he just made someone who had chased him, turn tail after only one round. He immedeatly followed after him, waiting ten seconds before stopping to take aim and fire. Luckily for him, it didn't jam as it sent another round screaming towards the former attacker, nicking his shoulder as it punched through the armor he wore. If he lived through this, he would probably think that his behavior was affected by whatever hit the town, but he knew he was enjoying every moment he spent hunting a Nazi.
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #79 on: March 16, 2010, 03:46:23 PM »
"So, let me get this mind-garble straight...." the rude yet always of good heart canine said as he propped a knee up on the leather steering wheel. They did make it outside city lines, into the 'country,' and had since pulled over and shut off the vehicle, leaving the passengers with an eerie sort of quiet they did not precedent.  "...You and your...companion...were some sort of biological experiments for the Reich? They took you out of Germany and here into America, and during that passage you were presented an opportunity to escape. Now you're trying to keep running away and by that end eventually establish some sort of normal life?"

"Yes," Atreyu clarified. "That's right."

Maria narrowed her eyes, not looking at either of them, but instead out the window at the scalded prairie grass, broken down fence, and muddy water that ran ever so smoothly through the canal. The past few minutes had gone by like a tornado of insanity and confusion, Humvee speeding down the road at speeds above eighty, the boy spilling his heart out with upmost emotion, Chance slamming on the brakes, pulling over, and yanking the keys out of the ignition. "And how in the world are we supposed to believe all that?" she asked. In her mind, she was thinking thoughts quite different. In her mind, she was quickly plotting a place and time to send a message back to the Constellation.

"Because it's the truth." Atreyu looked indignant. "And we have to go back there, we really have to-"

"Here we go again." Chance rolled his eyes. "Look, kiddo, we're not going anywhere until you manage to prove all this."

"And if I don't?

"If you don't, I'll tip you out onto your little pink nose and drive away! Now go for it." Chance motioned.

"All right, all right, all right, I'll show you," the boy cried. He straightened up in the back seat and clumsily pulled off his gas mask. "Do you have a knife?" 
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #80 on: March 16, 2010, 05:57:10 PM »
The Jeep practically flew as Entaru dodged and weaved through the ruined area.  Finally, he could see Philip roadie-running away from another soldier.  The weapon the soldier had was relatively new, and obviously experimental.  Entaru slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel sideways, putting the Jeep into a drift which skidded to a halt between Philip and the soldier.

"Get in the back Philip!"

Entaru leaned out the Jeep and shouted back to the gunner area. "There's your target Mr. Burgandy!  Open fire!"  Entaru turned to the frightened Moon as he placed his hands over his ears. "I suggest you cover your ears, dear.  This may get noisy."
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #81 on: March 16, 2010, 10:27:02 PM »
Shiro watched the... now known Constellation Soldier... land on the roof of a building nearby. They shouted something in Chinese to the assassin really fast, and then she shouted something at him. Something about shooting Jonas if he shot one of them, and that she was leaving.
He decided to remain silent, but didn't lose his bead on her if things got sticky...
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #82 on: March 16, 2010, 10:29:25 PM »

Capt.Jonnas A.Romero Shepard(Active Liberation/Minor Injury)
Whilst she grabbed her weapons, he reattached his USP.45 Tactical Silenced's missing piece and hid.. little did he know, this was an accidental pick up (From what he could understand... Japanese was a hard language to learn.)... at least she honored the fact that she wouldn't kill him, as he easily saw the point in her plan... the only thing he could do though, was put his hands up, and try to look like he was screwed...truth be told, he could most likely grab her weapon, use her a human body shield, and shoot the other one... it would have to be quick, but he could do it with a low chance of survival... he'd rather the option that DIDN'T have as low an option to get him killed. a Sniper on his side wouldn't simply let him die...
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #83 on: March 16, 2010, 11:00:29 PM »
Pain seared through his shoulder as the rail round pierced his power armor. To think some infantry weapon actually broke through the armor confounded him. Falling to the ground, the clone grabbed his shoulder as the suit began a diagnostic check and an injection of morphine.

Seeing an enemy snipe him successfully, and his superior commander to tell him to FLEE!?

Unthinkable. Phil pumped some aggression stims, and soon he was red raged and shouting in fury. Forgoing military protocol, he sprinted towards the sniper, the wound caused within him now invisible to his senses, he charged.

He reached the sniper surprisingly quickly, and grabbed the Rail Rifle and began to attempt to to wrench it out of Yurin's grip. While doing so, he reached for his pistol and tried to raise it up for a killshot, however it was clumsy to aim due to the struggle.

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #84 on: March 17, 2010, 12:40:51 AM »
Yurian felt his pants get a little less packed as the soldier ran up and grabbed his Rail. "Sorry, can't get another one!" he yelled as he un-holstered his SMG, and aimed right where the opening was, but the struggling made it near impossible to get a line on it for more than a split second, way too short to actually shoot. Flash-bang, Flash-bang... my kevlar suit for a thrice-cursed flashbang!! he thought as he was trying to push him away.
"From suffering I was born, From misery I was conceived. From the plight of Mortals I thrive, From the pits of Hell I rise, beware...... For I live.........."

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #85 on: March 17, 2010, 06:07:20 PM »
Korius kept Jonnas in his crosshair and signalled to the pilot. The pilot then radioed for a backup transport to come and pick them up. "Soria-sama, haiyaku!" (Soria, ma'am, hurry!)



Soria cautiously walked around Jonnas, her eyes and gun still trained on him very intently, ready to shoot at the sight of any movement. When she was close enough to the building, she hopped up on the ledge of each window and pulled herself up on the other. The pilot helped her up as she reached the roof of the second floor, and she pulled out her rifle, scanning the area for the other Liberation soldier. She checked all possible points, since she was a sniper herself.



Korius held the sg552 firmly trained on Jonnas for another 15 minutes before they heard another whirring sound. In the distance, came a NightHalk transport chopper, escorted by two CAIC WZ-10 attack choppers. Soria pulled out the microphone from the Gulfstream's loudspeaker. "It seems our transport is here, along with heavy escort. Just maintain your ceasefire until we leave, and we will not kill you." Korius muttered to her, "Can't we just kill the sniper?" Soria turned the AWP onto the back of his neck. Korius gulped, his rifle still trained on Jonnas. "Ok, ok. I didn't mean it." Soria got back on the loudspeaker, "Sniper! You are indeed one of decent skill. I look forward to seeing you in the battlefield in the future. However, for now, we cannot play with you. Until next we meet."



The Nighthalk touched down past the building, and the three Constellations quickly ran for it, the two CAIC WZ-10 now above the field with their guns and missiles trained onto the field.

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #86 on: March 17, 2010, 07:47:49 PM »
Burgandy, after a few deep breaths (good God working for the Reich was intense- phone calls about superhuman children out of the blue, chemical bombs that destroyed order in a matter of minutes, speeding down a chaotic city on the top of a Jeep, hanging onto a gun for dear life, breaking up a fight between a clone and an enemy solider with an experimental gun....sheesh, give a fox a break...)  , pulled himself back into position at the shouted orders, and clumsily readied the mini-gun. It was already loaded, and needed but to have the bolt pulled electronically and thereafter locked. He swung it to face the accused target, a man in the form of an unusual, exotic sort of beast, perhaps a binturong?

Then he paused with what he was doing.

Phil seemed to be in the middle of a close-quarters grapple with the target. If he shot, especially if he shot in his normal berserk fashion, he would likely kill Phil, which was not a needed thing. Sure, Phil's armor could take a few hits, but Burgandy wasn't one to just shoot a few clean rounds...He was one to shoot more like....thirty rounds before he finally stopped?

"Well this is a problem..." he grumbled, taking hold of the mini-guns controls. He supposed he could try and aim off to their side and shoot the air, frighten the both of them into ceasing their struggle.

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Below, Moon put her hands to her ears as instructed, only after first unbuckling herself discreetly and nonchalantly. The less amount of restraints, then, logically, the greater the probability an attempt to escape (be she have the guts to take it) would be easier. Not to mention that both of them might have to get up and run soon, if serious fighting broke out.

You can see what's going on, can't you?

It's nothing to worry about. Why? And I thought you wanted me to shut up.

No reason. Just, just...wait....

You sound sad...

I am sad, what the hell did you think I would be right now? I'm handcuffed to a Nazi, in the middle of a gun-fight or something, I can't get ahold of Atreyu, I don't have any idea what the heck is going on...with everything.... From the bottom of Moon's throat welled a few sobs. She was only a child, only capable of taking in so much at one time. Only capable of dealing for so long. Then she started to outright bawl, tears forming and falling within seconds, muffled whimpers racking her body.

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #87 on: March 17, 2010, 08:05:43 PM »
"Oh great...Ich bin erraten, Hitler sandte sie?" The man smiled. "Natürlich, wer sonst wäre es neben der chinese...nein, nicht einmal, Sie haben keine Verwendung für Sie." Both of the soldiers got irritated of listening to a conversation they couldn't understand, "Alright, that's enough! Speak English, you durn Nazi!" Howl looked at the soldiers, then the officer, "Ok, so what do you want besides me...Gofried." "Why would I want anything besides you, since you were the lead nuclear physicist we had. Not to mention, this place was destroyed by your own research." Howl hesitated to speak after that remark. "Well, that doesn't mean I'm going to come with you, your clearly outnumbered." Gofried spoke in a calm voice, "True...true...yet I think you'll give it a second thought, since I've got this whole building ready to be eradicated of life...using nerve gas. There are men outside, either waiting for my word, or my death, to kill you all. I, on the other hand, will not be effected. Only this room is protected from the gas, but everyone else will die. Would you like to be the cause of even more deaths, destroy the survivors of your own atom bomb? Then you really are a-" "Klappe sie da, gefühllose Schweinen!" The room went silent for several moments, then Howl spoke again. "Fine...I shall go with you, just don't kill these people." Gofried grinned evilly. "Good, very good. This way, please." They both walked out of the base, unharmed, and drove off.

"You know, Mr. Ackart, I thought you were going to let them die...so you wouldn't be reacquired by Hitler, I guess your not so selfish after all." Howl sat there, silently, trying to find a way to escape the man. He hands had been bound together, but they were on the front, Gofried didn't use his common sense. Suddenly, Gofried's radio gave off noise, and he held it up to his ear. "Yes...oh hello, sir. Yes, I have him..." Every passing second as he was detracted, Howl built up more courage to try and overthrow him. Then, he swung his fist at Gofried's face, breaking his nose, Howl followed up with a kick to him, and the man flew onto the side of the car. He took the officer's gun, then dove out of the car, rolling down the street then getting back up. He sprinted down the street, broke down a door using his feet, and ran inside. "Got to free my hands..." Seeing a knife in the chest of a Liberation soldier's corpse, he used it to cut his bonds. Suddenly, the roar of an engine resounded down the street. "Oh boy..." Howl dove out of a nearby window and ran through ally-ways, dodging patrols and his ever-willing pursuant until reaching the city limits. "Finally...free of those blasted Nazis..." He stumbled down a country road for a while, his legs were tired and his stomach rumbled. In the distance, a parked car poked out from the landscape. "Hmm...that's interesting..." Howl started getting closer to the car, wondering who was inside.
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #88 on: March 17, 2010, 08:22:12 PM »
Shiro watched the helicopter fly off, sighing in relief. He REALLY didn't want to fight them.
He got up and crouched over to Jonas' position moved over, up, in case something happened.
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #89 on: March 18, 2010, 02:37:23 AM »

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He watched them fly off as he took a normal position... they would finish this up another time. he exited the building, no closer to an extraction as he sighed... maybe it would be best to head back to the city. he sighed and started to walk.. as he heard someone behind him call his name. he turned to see a very familiar face, which brought a smile onto his own "Haha! shiro! my friend! its been too bloody long!" he walked over to him, and gave him a hug and a pat on the back... it was good to see someone after all this...
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