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2/14/2016 12:53:35 AM
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*a group of Rebel soldiers walk up to him. They look surprised to see him
"I didn't know the Alliance sent people here."-Rebel soldier
"Help him up."-Another rebel soldier
*a few of them help him to his feet and pull the sword out of his shoulder
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[b]he grimaces in pain, when they pull him up and as they remove the blade. Blood splatteres across the entire area as his helmet retracts, exposing his face[/b] "Where am I... Who are you..." [b]although definetly incapable of fighting, he still reaches to the sword at his hip[/b]
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"We were just about to ask you the same thing. We are Resistance troops. You are an Alliance soldier, aren't you?"-Rebel soldier *they take defense positions around the area
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"Yes... Where am I... I need... To find silver." [b]he applies pressure to the wound, looking around for a medic, although obviously unable to walk, atleast not on his own[/b]
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"Does this look like a mining colony to you?"-Rebel soldier *one of them walks over to him and starts treating his wounds
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"You wouldn't... Understand... I need to get back... To the alliance..." [b]he attempts to move [/b]
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"Calm down."-Rebel "Heads up! We've got Feds incoming!"-Another Rebel *multiple Federation soldiers attack, and the Rebels start firing back. One rebel pulls him behind cover
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[b]the mask and visor immediately activate and fly across his face. He draws his handgun and fires back[/b] [i]"suit occupant severely wounded. Emergency adrenaline injections initiated."[/i] [b]wheatley springs to his feet and mows through them, taking at least 2 more hits to his abdomen, [/b]
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*the rebels continue to lay cover fire, and a federation soldier runs at Wheatley with his knife "Die, Alliance scum!"-Fed
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[b]he grabs the sword off of his hip and slashes at the dudes throat with one fluid motion. Grabbing him by the neck before he can fall and ripping out his windpipe like some kind of primal savage. He charges the rest of them with the sword with the Armors Energy shield online[/b] "RUN! I CAN TAKE THEM!" [b]his voice is weak and feeble, yet he fight on with rabid determination[/b]
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*they nod and run for it. Another Federation soldier runs towards him, firing his weapon at Wheatley's left hand
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[spoiler]crap I'm left handed ;-;[/spoiler] [b]his hand is protected by the shield, but is hit by the last shot. He draws his handgun with his right hand and fires the dude down, jumping for cover, remembering to retrieve his sword.[/b] "TAC! CALL FOR SOME KIND OF EXFILL." [i]"aye."[/i]
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*a group of Feds surround him, aiming their guns at him, but not firing. One walks up to him "You are such a fool. You will never lear..."-Fed *he is blasted to atoms from a nearby group of rebels, who recognize him as Alliance "Grab him, and let's go!"-Rebel *they blast through the Fed soldiers and grab Wheatley, carrying him away from the area to a nearby ship
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"Who are you?!" [b]the adrenaline is still pumping through his veins, making him numb to his still bleeding sword wound, broken hand, and many gunshots[/b]
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"We are soldiers, fighting for our freedom. We also don't want anyone dying when we can help them."-Rebel *they put him into the ship, where he sees several other wounded people ranging from soldiers to civilians of all ages
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[b]the adrenaline dies down and he begins to feel the pain of his injuries bleeding severely and passing out periodically. [/b] "W-where... Where are your forces based..."
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"Across the planet. Just sit tight, we are getting you fixed up and ready to get back into the fight."-a rebel *one of them walks up to Wheatley and starts to treat his wounds
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[b]he denies the medics help, despite his desperate need for one[/b] "No... Attend to them first, I can... Wait." [b]he motions toward a child, struggling to breathe[/b]
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*another rebel goes to the child and attends to her. The medic near Wheatley speaks to him while treating his wounds "So, who are you? How did you get to this beautiful hell hole?"-Rebel medic
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"I was sent... From the alliance... to aid the rebellion." [b]he checks his gear, loads his handgun, rifle, and checks his sword for damage. He snipes down a federation AA team as they took aim at them[/b]
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"Interesting. What is it like, working for the Alliance?"-Rebel *he starts to seal the more serious wounds first
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[b]the massive stab wound in his chest is the worst[/b] "Fine... Very complex, I got some sweet gear, most of which I have modded" [b]he shoots a shot out of the ship and the mask he had worn before his induction and the modded green visor pop out from the side of his head, defending his face. Adding to his optical camouflage cloak, reinforced with the armor plates [/b] "I was comprimised halfway into an assassination attempt, ran into the streets, got stabbed and shot by a patrol, fought of some others, and you showed up..."
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"Who were you trying to assassinate?"-Rebel *he starts to seal the wound
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"F-federation leaders, supply lines, etcetera..." [b]he begins to lose conciousness[/b]
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*he seals the wound, then starts to work on the others "Were you with anyone else during your mission? Any teammates?"-Rebel
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"That's classified...[b]he passes out momentarily and returns as his AI hits him with another shot of adrenaline. His hand is the next worst. The bones being completely shattered [/b] "Where you from, mate?"
