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Post by Revan Jast on Feb 13, 2010 22:02:38 GMT -5
Kurt let a small smile slip. "No, I can't say I know that name. Let me guess: the old man hired you to fuck shit up. People like us, we're pretty good at that."
Kurt kept walking, the twigs snapping under his boots. He seemed to not be paying much attention to his environment, but that was far from the truth. Each of his senses was on alert; he was watching and listening for anything that might screw them up.
Without warning, he put his arm out and stopped Blades. "Hear that?" he asked.
It was a low humming sound. Narrowing his eyes, Kurt searched the ground in front of them for any possible trap, but there was nothing. Raising his eyes, he searched the trees. "Aha," he said, pointing. "Sonic pylons. Walk through them and you'll get a nasty earful of not-so-happy sounds. Maybe a cranial implosion to boot."
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Post by RobbyL9 on Feb 13, 2010 22:11:51 GMT -5
Blades stopped dead and looked at where Kurt was pointing. "Damn." he said, shaking his head "And here I thought these guys were incompetent jerk weeds. Thanks for the assist."
He observed the pylons both closely. "Okay, here's the deal. We need to find our way around these things, but I'd rather they were disabled in case we need to double back." he reached into his breast holster and pulled out his pistol "Can these things simply be shot?"
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Post by Revan Jast on Feb 13, 2010 22:19:00 GMT -5
"Well, they sure as hell look weak. I think they just might be incompetent... what'd you call em? Jerk weeds? They use useful equipment... except the shit they use is some 20 plus years old. Kill em."
Blades took them out swiftly, and the two of them kept moving. "Back to this Cravis. He hire you?"
The stronghold wasn't far off, maybe another 10 minutes by foot. Kurt put his hand on his pistol, ready to shoot any possible patrol unit.
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Post by RobbyL9 on Feb 13, 2010 22:31:53 GMT -5
The rainfall began thinning and Blades flipped his mask up, no longer needing to partially shut his eyes without it.
He turned back to Kurt and nodded "Yeah, what the hell? It's no secret I'm not from this planet cause I ain't no pirate and I'm here to shoot them. Blades the Mercenary, at your service." he flashed a grin "Cravis paid me some serious currency to come here and further worsen my issues with pyromania. But he was working as an agent. Did he pay you too?"
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Post by Revan Jast on Feb 13, 2010 22:44:58 GMT -5
Kurt shook his head. "Never met him. I was hired directly by a man named Xizor. The kind of guy you don't fuck with. Except for me, that is. I fuck with anyone. The pay was good, but it's not about the pay. it's about the hunt. The thrill of the kill, as they say. You do it for money? A shame."
Kurt didn't mind the downpour one bit. In fact, it helped by masking their scent and hid them behind a sheet of water. "I got tired of money a good while back. We both know this job can get you rich quick if you've got the skills. Money is ok, but there's more to life than money. Women are great, money will get you any woman you want. Money will get you a mansion. Money will get you sex. Money will get you just about anything except for two things: true love and the thrill of the hunt. Those things only come to those who seek them."
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Post by RobbyL9 on Feb 13, 2010 23:09:00 GMT -5
Xizor. Xizor. The name rang in Blades' head, but he couldn't remember the exact origin of it. All he could remember was that it was important. "No shit? I hear he's a pretty big name. But in my opinion any rich guy is only as good as the mercs he hired to get there."
He continued to listen to Kurt's wisdom-laced words about the hunt. But as much as he enjoyed shooting things, there was more to being a merc than "work, work, work all the time" in his opinion.
"You're right about money buying all that. If I didn't have money, I couldn't have payed for my ink, my guns or my *ahem* health insurance..." he pointed to several capsules of liquid in his vest next to an auto injector. "But that's the thing, doing what I do best is what got me here. And trust me man, you don't need money to get girls. Of ANY species! I can't count on four hands how many different types of humanoids have kept me company."
Blades chuckled briefly at the many private memories, then cleared his throat and went on.
"I guess the point I'm trying to make is, we mercs have a real tiresome job. We get 'the hunt' all the time, we can't be workaholics. We just gotta relax and let loose. Money's what matters cause it gives a good time. And true love, bro, is an illusion of a lurid mind. Learned that long ago."
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Post by Revan Jast on Feb 14, 2010 0:42:20 GMT -5
Kurt nodded. "I see your point. My idea of a good time, though... would be something like shooting those two guards up there on that wall," he said, pointing to the stronghold. "They're patrolling right now. Watch them and wait... when there's a lull in their activity, we'll strike."
Kurt dropped to a crouch and raised his rifle, ready to fire. "The one on the left is mine. He strikes me as bored. Wants to go inside, get some dinner, chat it up with the guys. Last thing he'll eat is this bullet."
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Post by RobbyL9 on Feb 14, 2010 1:00:54 GMT -5
Blades smiled and flipped down his mask "I got the one on the right. But I don't have a fancy theatrical speech to describe him, sadly." He let his assault rifle hang from the strap in front of him and retrieved Rose from his back. The image of the half-naked Mirialan woman on the rifle's stock made him chuckle ever so slightly as he remembered the girl it was based on.
He adjusted the scope to 10x to get a good view of the other guy's head. The two guards walked the walls as normal, Blades all the while keeping the white dot firmly fixed on the brain base of his target. Just as predicted, the two guards stopped momentarily at a patrol point to talk. Perfect chance.
Breathe in, breathe out. "On my count. Three. Two..." Blades tensed his finger and exhaled "One."
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Post by Revan Jast on Feb 14, 2010 1:25:57 GMT -5
The two fired as one, no rehearsal was needed. The guards themselves never uttered a sound as their heads exploded; they just dropped like a sack of kinrath eggs.
"Well done," Kurt said, grinning. He put the rifle on his back and stood. "I may have mistook your skills as less than I expected."
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Post by RobbyL9 on Feb 14, 2010 1:50:54 GMT -5
Blades let down his rifle and pumped his fist. "Yes!" he whispered sharply. On pure instinct he reached over and slapped Kurt on the butt like a teammate on his high school team. "Hah! Oop, sorry. Great shot, bro!" he laughed heartily and held out his hand for a gangsta whap "C'mon, gimme some some. Perfectly synced shots, now that deserves some dap."
He looked at Kurt and stayed in that same bromance-ready position waiting for some kind of response.
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Post by Revan Jast on Feb 14, 2010 1:56:11 GMT -5
Kurt looked over at him and narrowed his eyes. "I don't know what the hell you're on, but the only good thing you got out of it was some decent aim. Just don't overdose on it."
Kurt trotted to the edge of the stronghold and began to follow the wall towards to nearest door. "I trust you came equipped with your own satchel charges?"
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Post by RobbyL9 on Feb 14, 2010 2:21:30 GMT -5
Unbelievable. A mercenary who didn't know how to give dap! This guy must have actually meant all that crap he said about the thrill of the hunt. Blades reached into a pack on his cargo pants and a bag strapped to his left leg "Hell yeah. Pyromaniac's best friend." Blades said retrieving the necessary parts "Of course we may be able to use these for an even bigger bang later."
He knelt down and wired the door with a directional charge. On purpose, he placed just a little bit more plastic than was necessary. Blades signaled to Kurt and retreated to the side of the door, his finger ready to press the button.
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Post by Revan Jast on Feb 14, 2010 2:29:18 GMT -5
Kurt took his spot and got his rifle ready, switching to fully auto. he checked the mag one last time to make sure it was full, then nodded.
"Their world doesn't end with a whimper, my friend. It goes with a-"
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Post by RobbyL9 on Feb 14, 2010 2:44:18 GMT -5
BANG! The door flew off its hinges into the room, hitting the only poor bastard unlucky enough to be present and crushing his chest. The actual explosive force knocked the table in the room into the wall and smashed it into a million pieces. Blades poked his rifle in the door and followed it in.
Just as he entered, the door to his left flew open "What in the hell is goi- OH F-!" the pirate yelled before being pumped full of bolts. "Room's clear! In!" Blades yelled, suddenly aware of the plan he and Sticks had set. Two pings, huh? Well, one explosion and a round of gunfire, close enough.
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Post by Revan Jast on Feb 14, 2010 3:10:35 GMT -5
Kurt rounded the corner and trotted in after Blades, watching as he swiftly cut down the unfortunate guard. "Good work," Kurt said. He suddenly aimed behind and above him and pulled the trigger twice, firing two short bursts. The man on the balcony above crashed to the floor.
"Keep eyes in the back of your head," Kurt said, looking at the dead body. "I'm surprised there's no more than two guards here." He looked at the remains of the door. "I mean... three guards."
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