[b][i]Two's Up[/i][/b]
[b]Training Room, Cruiser [i]Infinite[/i][/b]
[i]Jackson Wolfe walked into the training room, in his full combat gear. All of his weapons were in their sheathes and holsters, and his mask was down over his face. His cloak hung over his shoulders, covering his weaponry. As he entered the room, he drew his sword from its sheath, blade reflecting the light, and before him, 15 holograms appeared, in full non-mechanized combat armor, holding rifles and other automatic weaponry. Fanning out, they broke into a traditional special forces formation, and began hunting the figure that was no longer there. The first hologram moved towards his position, being covered from behind by two others. In seconds, the sword appeared out of his chest, and he fell to the ground. The two behind him started firing, and the cloaked Wolf moved towards them as the fired around him, not knowing where he was. Stabbing the second, he whipped him around and drew a magnum, killing the third. Four and five popped up to shoot at him, and he returned fire, killing both of them. The other ten converged and used the available cover in the arena. Teleporting, Wolf stood atop the catwalk over the arena, and dropped down, sword in hand. The sixth figure's body was crushed under Wolf, his spine snapping. The seventh was impaled, and Wolf let the sword remain in his chest. Turning as the eighth rushed him, he punched him in the chest with his gauntlet blades, and flipped the body. Drawing his sword from the corpse, he threw it at the ninth, who popped up from cover, the sword embedding itself in his upper chest. Drawing his SCAR-H, he flipped the safety off, and cloaked, moving to cover. The remaining holograms approached, and systematically, they were finished with headshots. Uncloaking, he approached the corpse of the man he had thrown his sword at, and retrieved the sword. As soon as he did, the holograms dissipated, and he turned, and walked to the armory table at the front of the room.[/i]
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[b][i]Cephalon walks in, practicing his aim with his rifle. He has it in semi auto mode, and he headshots most targets[/i][/b]
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[i]Wolf pays little mind as he reloads his rifle and makes sure everything is working properly.[/i]
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[b][i]He glances at you.[/i][/b] "Nice rifle. Pretty standard to the stuff I've seen though."
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[i]He does not turn around.[/i] No need to be fancy.
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"Still. I've seen some nice stuff."
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Nice is in the eye of the beholder.
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"The SG-11 focused energy rifle. No recoil or ammo, and can cut through most metals
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Good for you. Sword does the same thing. [i]He motions to the blade on his back.[/i]
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"I mean, this thing cuts into tanks. It's pretty strong."
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So does tytritium.
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"But this was easier to make."
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And you're sure?
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"Humans were making them, so yeah."
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They were mining tytritium like it was coal. Wasn't hard to come by once it was discovered.
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"Damn."