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Post by RobbyL9 on Feb 14, 2010 4:01:41 GMT -5
"Yeah I know what you mean. Things are never what they seem in this biz, so there may come a few times when we have to utilize a few tricks of the trade to survive." Blades said with a nod "Let's just keep moving and if we come to a situation that requires special treatment, I'll let you know. As a matter of fact..." Blades pointed up at the catwalk.
The catwalk ran all the way around and bridged over the room. It looked like there was another door up at the top, likely leading to the catwalk in the next room. "If someone were to get up to that catwalk and take the high ground, this place could be better navigated and we could get the drop on the guys in the next room."
Blades dropped to a squat and put his hands palm up forming them into a solid base. "Get on my shoulders, man."
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Post by Revan Jast on Feb 19, 2010 15:38:26 GMT -5
Kurt stared at him, looked up at the catwalk, looked back at Blades. Shrugging, he stepped onto the base Blades provided and quickly moved his other foot to his shoulder, grabbing for the bottom of the catwalk as he did so. Damn, came up too short.
Blades stood as quick as he could, nearly making Kurt lose his balance. He reached for the catwalk again and grabbed it, curling his fingers around the iron wrought bars and pulling himself up and over the edge. Ok, that was tougher than just using a grapple gun.
"Alright," he said after he caught his breath, "what's your plan?"
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Post by RobbyL9 on Feb 19, 2010 16:33:26 GMT -5
Blades pulled out his pistols and pointed to the upper door. "You're gonna go through this door right here and use the advantage." he said, twirling his pimped FW-G5s around "On the off chance there's another guy waiting up there, you're gonna wait for the aggro to switch to me." At this comment, Blades nodded and smirked "Just push the door open when you hear things start to explode in that room."
Without waiting for Kurt to acknowledge, Blades opened up the door and proceeded into the hall. The room he was leaving and the adjacent room were at the end of the hall, where an overflowed shelf of droid parts spilled out onto the floor. Various metal crates were also stacked on top of each other, making the hallway seem smaller than it really was but providing decent cover.
Blades opened the door a crack and peeked in. Pursuant with the droid parts outside, this was a warehouse area. There were several large glows of light coming from somewhere and the crackling of sparks filled the air. He noticed many Rodians and humans working on different stages of stripping down droids in the parts of the room he could see. They all seemed pretty distracted, so he tried to push the door in a little further and sneak in to surprise them. But the door's hinges squeaked loudly.
"Is that you, Dak? Move your ass and get in here, we got droids to salvage and repair." a rough, alien voice said.
Silently cursing the squeaky door, he pushed it open a little more before backing up and charging it. Kicking it open, Blades shot both his pistols wildly and slid behind a small stack of the metal crates. He heard many voices in Rodese shouting to "Get the guns!" and "Kill him!" Blades shot wildly and was lucky enough to hear one high-pitched scream pierce the air, but it just sounded like he nicked someone in the arm or something.
Gathering up his nerve, Blades vaulted over the crates and ran across the room to another stack of crates to get a better view of them. As he ran, the engineers started shooting and hit him in the back of his calf just as he vaulted over the crates, tripping him up and making him fall awkwardly into a pile of scrap. "Ah g- Son-of-a!" Blades growled before straightening himself out and shooting rapidly at the pirates. Reaching into his vest, he pulled out one of his grenades and armed it.
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Post by Revan Jast on Mar 1, 2010 20:07:02 GMT -5
Kurt put his back against the wall by the door and waited. He heard Blades burst into the room, and gunfire erupted. He decided to open the door just a crack and look in.
Blades was running for cover when a stray laser hit him in the back of the leg. He vaulted over the crates in front of him, the lasers striking the boxes to no avail. Kurt saw him reach into his vest and he knew what he was going to do.
The small, spherical object came flying towards the group of enemies in what seemed like slow motion. Kurt narrowed his eyes, unholstering his pistol as he watched the explosive. It never touched the ground.
Moving quickly, Kurt aimed without thinking and fired, the bullet striking the grenade dead center. It exploded right in the midst of the first cluster of guards, tearing them to shreds. He didn't stick around to watch though. He was on the move. He ran for the other side of the catwalk, most of their attention on the newcomer. He had a feeling that'd be a horrible mistake on their part. He tossed a flashbang over his shoulder, towards the ground, and dived, covering his eyes.
SNAP!
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Post by RobbyL9 on Mar 1, 2010 20:27:41 GMT -5
Blades raised his gun over the side and blind-fired for a few seconds before getting up all the way. He had been expecting the explosion, but not the flashbang and caught it out of the corner of his eye. He groaned and shielded his eyes, feeling the concussion vibrate inside his guts "Ugh, damn!" he yelled, straightening out and aiming.
Even though most of them had been blinded as well, the pirates continued to fire. Some of the shots were off by a mile, but since most just pointed in the direction they had been facing before it was still a danger. Blades fired rapidly into the crowd and hit three of the men in the chest, killing them but sustaining several more stinging shots to his vest.
He ducked back behind the crates to let his rifle cool down. The effects of the bang would likely wear off when he re-emerged. "Count stands at six." he whispered to himself "Creepy, homicidal, bearded guy do you see anything?"
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Post by Revan Jast on Mar 1, 2010 22:25:17 GMT -5
Kurt peeked around the corner and picked another off with one well placed bullet. He ran to the next set of crates and ducked behind them. He needed something that'd do a lot of damage and scare em...
He looked around and peeked behind him, spotting a large pile of crates on a platform a few dozen feet away. Hmmm... if he could use his momentum...
He fired off a few warning shots and stood, sprinting for the platform. When he reached the edge of the catwalk, he leaped, landing on both feet and crashing into the crates. The wood creaked, the platform swaying slowly.... slowly...
He pushed one of the crates forward, providing the extra forward weight that was needed. With a crack, the platform toppled over and the crates rained down on the helpless soldiers below.
Except he was going with them.
Oh shi-
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Post by RobbyL9 on Mar 1, 2010 23:08:29 GMT -5
While he was in the middle of preparing to get to his feet and fire again, Blades heard a large cracking sound amidst the sound of the random gunfire. It got louder and louder until one final resounding crack pierced the air. Poking his masked head over the crates, Blades noticed the platform above the room directly across from him was right about to hit the floor where the pirates were standing.
There was one problem, Kurt was still on top of it and didn't look like he was going to get down before it crushed the enemies. And that's exactly what happened. With a loud cry of "Holy shit!" the remaining engineers were crushed by the stack of crates. Kurt came flying down on top of the crates. Blades would have finished watching the whole show if not for the crate that hit the floor and bounced toward his face.
Blades ducked face down to avoid getting hit and covered the back of his head. The crate shattered against the wall and opened, raining pieces of mangled droids all over him. Thankfully, it was mostly wires and they weren't live.
After the dust settled and it seemed the room went back to being still, Blades got up slowly with his rifle pointed out. No activity. Must have got them all. he thought to himself. He looked to the center of the room with all the rubble and broken boxes and yelled "Heyo! Kurt! You alive in that pile of crap?", vaulting over to it and looking down his sights at it. He suddenly felt the spot where he had been shot on the leg and winced silently.
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Post by Revan Jast on Mar 1, 2010 23:48:06 GMT -5
Kurt slowly pulled himself out of the rubble, his armor having taken most of the beating.
"Fuck yeah, it's gonna take more than a few boxes to kill me, Blades. We've been working together for half an hour and you haven't learned that yet?"
He made sure he had all his weapons, then took off his helmet for a moment and ran a hand through his short, dark brown hair. "That was a hell of a ride," he said, smirking. "I'm sure we woke someone up with all the noise."
He descended down the pile of rubble to level ground.
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Post by RobbyL9 on Mar 2, 2010 0:05:48 GMT -5
"I hear that, bro. I wouldn't be surprised if this whole place is on alert in a little while." Blades said, clenching his fist tightly to distract from the pain in his leg and abdomen. "And I'm actually glad you made it. If you'd have died just from that it would have been funny for about two seconds until I realized I wouldn't have someone to tell my intolerable jokes."
Further down the hall, most of the rest of the compound had indeed been alerted by now. Between whatever Sticks was doing and Blades' blasting everything in sight it was clear that the whole compound knew they were here. Oh well. Bring 'em on. I was tired of sneaking around. Blades thought smugly, sorting through the pile of wrecked crates for anything valuable and intact to confiscate.
After a minute of searching, both of them could hear sounds coming from down the hall. "Okay, it's your turn. Got any ideas, player?"
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Post by Revan Jast on Mar 2, 2010 0:24:46 GMT -5
Kurt didn't say anything at first; he just took a small circle-like device from his belt and tossed it on the floor in front of the door. He motioned for Blades to take cover and moved to his own cover, waiting for the door to slide up.
When it did, he pushed a button on his wristpad, setting off the detonator. A warm blast of air went past his face, but that was all.
Moving out, he eyed the charred remains of the handful of soldiers that had come to see what had happened.
"According to the data I've been given, the captain's office and quarters are down that way." he said, pointing towards the now open doorway and the hall beyond. "There's 2 or 3 floors to traverse. Now we can go in and shoot them all to hell and use strategy, or we can try and do it the sneaky way." Kurt eyed the men they'd shot earlier. "Guns or a ruse, pick your poison, my wisecracking pal."
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Post by RobbyL9 on Mar 2, 2010 1:19:54 GMT -5
"Well considering the fact that it is my partner and not me who has the Plex launcher, I think we should go silent for now." Blades said, flipping his mask up and un-buckling it "We'll just have to make ourselves look the part. Luckily, these bunch of losers don't seem to have any surveillance tech to speak of. Just gotta get my vest and wet gear off and I'm as plain as they are underneath."
Blades took off his vest and extra equipment and unzipped his wet weather clothes. Underneath he wore civilian clothes like a lot of the pirates did. A plain brown shirt and a pair of green work pants. He re-buckled his hip holster and put his vest back on. To make him look like the pirate who had just killed him, he strapped his mask onto the hammer loop on the left side of his pants. Luckily for him, he also hadn't shaved for a couple weeks so a full stubble covered his face.
"Okay, I'm dressed to kill. What about you?" Blades asked Kurt, turning around to look at him.
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Post by Revan Jast on Mar 2, 2010 1:39:01 GMT -5
Kurt had removed his vest, took the long sleeved black shirt off and left his black t-shirt on. He wore dark grey/brown cargo pants with plenty of pockets. He slid his vest back onto his frame and buckled it shut. As for the helmet...
He took it off and tossed it aside, but the nice goggles stayed. He placed them in a pocket on his vest and slung his rifle over his shoulder.
"I'm set. Let's pretend one of... "them" got away. That is... if they're smart enough to figure out there were two people who attacked their base. But something tells me they're not."
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Post by RobbyL9 on Mar 2, 2010 1:53:13 GMT -5
Ten creds says "Not smart enough!" Blades grinned and buckled his bladed bracer onto his left forearm. He pumped his forearm in an 'in your face' fashion and flashed some symbols at Kurt "Yeh you got dat right, son." he said in a ghetto-sounding voice at first "Now that we're more in our element, you wanna practice your fist bumps? I'll be honest, man. You really need it."
Blades decided it wasn't worth it to try and bring Rose with him. Too suspicious. Instead he dressed up one of the charred bodies in his wet gear and left the sensually decorated sniper rifle in it's hands so he could pick it back up when they finished sacking the place later on. His pistols and assault rifle, however, remained where they belonged.
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Post by Revan Jast on Mar 2, 2010 2:02:34 GMT -5
Kurt sighed. "Well, why the fuck not, Blades? It works for the element, I suppose."
He made a fist with his right hand and raised it. "So uh, is it just a punch or what?"
Kurt was completely lost here. It was one thing to work with someone and entirely something else working with someone who was totally buddy-buddy. It was strange in his eyes, but they made a damn fine team, he had to admit that.
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Post by RobbyL9 on Mar 2, 2010 20:32:10 GMT -5
Blades chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Yeah." he said "It's just like that. I'll let you do it this time, see how you do." He made a fist with his right hand and held it out, bending his wrist for added effect. "The important thing is to make it just solid enough. Now let's have it."
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