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4/29/2015 1:43:28 AM
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*The boats explode and elsewhere spec ops emerge from the water silently*
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GENTLEMEN! *You see me holding my hips in triumph* Those docks are expensive! I hope you know what you've done by instigating this. *I tap the screen on my TACPAD. The capsules explode into massive formations of a magenta-silverish foam, smothering the fires from the boats and trapping the intruders* Stay right here! heh heh... I live such a pitiful existence... *I wipe a tear from my visor and fire a small cylindrical object into each foam stack*
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*The 6 spec ops ducks back into the water*
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*the foam hardens, trapping them in place* Relaaaaax, i'm not going to kill you guys. I just wanna know what you're up to! *hops in the water, pulling one man above the water, throat punching him, then taking his belongings* And what's YOUR name?
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Edited by Damien Ohara: 4/29/2015 1:58:48 AM*the man's head swirls, and he appears to be unconscious*
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*i walk down into the bay* Cut them loose, strap them into the morgue. It'll save us a trip if they decide to be uncooperative...
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*one of the steath choppers in the fleet flies past*
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//Unidentified aircraft, please explain what you are doing on our turf? Acknowledge?//
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*the aircraft speeds towards the crash site (regardless if it has been cleaned up or not) of the necromorphed ship*
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Hmm... Penny, finish up here. I need to check this out...
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*The aircraft circles the crash site, then hovers as soldiers repel down.*
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Hmm, they're f*cked. [spoiler]bedtime![/spoiler]
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Seems like they're headed to the Ishimura. I'll have them gone by dawnsbreak. They haven't seen hell until they've met the Tunnel Rats. (Smiles tiredly) Good men, all of them, those boys. They come from Athonis. Darned nasty world, full of gang wars and sewer loving Xenos that show up every rainy season. Those who get into my outfit are the best of the best. They'll deal with our friends out there. (Taps sounds near the IG barracks.) That's my call. Goodnight, Lord Ireton. (The Commander hops back into his Baneblade as it drives back to base.) [spoiler]Both me and my characters need sleep.[/spoiler]
