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2/9/2016 1:41:15 AM
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[spoiler]Gotchu fam[/spoiler]
The Rebels seemed cold, yet ready. Armed with bullpup designed weapons, they look around, walking through the snow. They were on patrol.
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*They continue to sneak up on the patrol, the Recon Squad leader giving hand motions as to how they'll deal with them* "Charlie, take the one on the right, Decker to the left." *two of the team members moved in separate directions, positioning themselves in a spot to perform the perfect takedown* "Leave one of em alive, we'll interrogate em."
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Eight soldiers were on the patrol, one holding a rather large gun, probably a machine gun of sorts. He was the biggest man there. A woman lead the team through the blizzard. "Another three miles, guys! We're almost home!" Her voice was shaky, but cut through the snow like a knife through butter. Mmmm...butter....Peanut butter is better than normal butter. No question there.
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[spoiler]*Questions* :p[/spoiler] *The recon team is equipped with the AR-87, hybrid sights that could easily switch between Thermal and red dot. The rifle is suppressed and loaded with AP rounds. They wield thermal detonators, EMP grenades, semtex, flashbangs, and a hell of a lot of C4* "Holmes, make sure the bot is protected before detonating the EMP." *The team is in position, 2 on either side of the patrol, the rest of the team filling in the gap to form an arc around their target*
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The continue to walk, looking around every once in a while. "Why are we here anyways?" "Scouting, private." The large man nods as the keep walking, totally oblivious.
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"Bot powered down, sir." "A'ight. Throw the EMP, then the flashbang. Everybody else, power off all electronics." *They all switch off their electronics and their fingers now on the trigger* "On three." "One" "Two" *The EMP is thrown and detonates*
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[spoiler]I'll just skip until after the battle, because Python hasn't replied[/spoiler] After the brief firefight concludes, one of the Imperial soldiers evaluates one of the bodies. "Clearly human, un-augmented, and belonging to no known faction. Too well armed to be militiamen, yet not as disciplined as Fed stormtroopers. These must be the Rebels we've been hearing about."
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"Well sh*t." *One of the recon members sits there in the snow, trying to switch on the bot* "We can't start her up without exposing our digital connection." *Meanwhile, the soldiers search the bodies for any potentially useful information*
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 2/10/2016 10:06:54 PMNothing of importance is found on the bodies, only some supplies. Meanwhile, the Commander turns to the Recon member, and says, "Well, it was only a matter of time anyways. Activate the bot, that's an order. We need to get back to HQ for bivouac ASAP soldiers."
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/9/2016 2:48:12 AM[spoiler]Dang right. Peanut Butter is king of all butters. [/spoiler]
