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3/5/2016 6:06:21 PM
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[i]Overhead in the skies over the base, a large aircraft, a VTOL, thundered towards the base, slowing down the closer it came. The Vertibird gunship looked intimidating as it set about its work. Armored in its entirety with a demonic shark's mouth painted across the front of the fuselage, the behemoth's twin 30mm nose cannons came to life, firing upon the creatures that ran back and forth into what appeared to be their soon-to-be hive. The aircraft's gatling laser set to work as well, burning through the creature's hard exoskeletons and cauterizing the sizable holes. Some were cleanly cut in half by the laser weapon, others were ripped apart by high explosive cannon shells. Turning, the aircraft moved its rotors upwards so that it hovered like a helicopter, moving in an orbit around the compound. To make things even more terrifying was the fact that it seemed to have loudspeakers, and it was blasting Motörhead's In the Name of Tragedy. At the rear ramp, a hulking figure stood in power armor, firing a mounted M3 Browning, an M2HB on his shoulder firing as well. Another man in sleeker power armor stood back in the aircraft's cargo bay, a marksman's rifle in hand, picking off the beasts from a gunport. Shells and casings fell from the aircraft as it provided air support, and dust and debris was kicked around by the two large rotors. Trees bent and whipped around amidst the rotor wash as the craft stayed overhead.[/i]
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After the training yard is cleared, there seems to be a meeting at the base entrance. A man in green combat armor stops talking to a small group of mismatched troops. He was missing his helmet, his face covered in dried black blood, the same that you saw from the creatures. "Stay together, please. I don't want my new best buddies ripped apart." He chuckled a bit, raising his rifle once more, slowly inching a hand back to the control panel.
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[i]Moving to land, the gunship's landing gear opened up and deployed as it came down, gently touching down. From the rear, Wilson walked out, his Browning rechambering a round, a machete in his hands. Wolf followed, holding a shotgun as he approached.[/i]
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He stops to go speak with them. With an extended arm to Wilson, he begins to speak. "Thank you so much for helping out. I'm Thomas. Thomas Weiss. The guy that sent out the distress signal."
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[i]Wilson returned the handshake, dwarfing the man before him in his power armor.[/i] Sup. Yeah we're with the rest of these -blam!-tards, name's Wilson, Alex Wilson. I see you've got a bug problem, huh? [i]Wolf did not speak.[/i]
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"Yeah...as far as I know, I'm the only survivor. Who's your buddy?" He looks around Wilson to see Wolf
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 3/6/2016 4:28:22 PM[i]Moving around Wilson's hulking figure, Wolf stood a little bit taller than the man before him in his armor. He offered a handshake.[/i] I go by Wolf. Mercenary aboard the cruiser [i]Infinity[/i].
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Thomas returned the shake, nodding. "I'm Thomas, the guy that sent the distress call."
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Xenomorphs exist now, I'm guessing? [i]He asked as he checked his shotgun's magazine. Wilson looked at Wolf strangely.[/i] A what-the--blam!-? A xenomorph. You know the movie Alien? They're these hive-mind bugs that have no goal other than reproduce. Live like hornets. So they're space cazadores? If that's what you want to call them... [i]The two turned back to Weiss, Wilson the first to speak.[/i] So you got anyone other than you out here?
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[spoiler]never...[/spoiler] [spoiler]say Cazadore[/spoiler] [spoiler]around me[/spoiler] [spoiler]again[/spoiler] [spoiler]i beg you ;-;[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Wilson hates them too, don't worry.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*sobs*[/spoiler]
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"Other than your team from the Infinity, not as far as I know. I'm not riding on any survivors on the inside." He looks saddened but remained tall and strong.
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[i]Wilson picked one of the dead creatures up by the throat, and examined it.[/i] Jesus these things are creepy... [i]Wolf laughed, and looked back to Thomas.[/i] I assume then that the only course of action is to either enter or completely level the place?
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"That's correct. We were gonna enter, sweep and clear. No idea what I'll do afterwards, but I'll worry about that when the time comes."
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[i]Wilson tossed the corpse to the ground.[/i] I vote we nuke the place. Ultimate failsafe. [i]Wolf sighed.[/i] We're not nuking the damn building. [i]He looked to Weiss.[/i] Let's go.
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He nods and turns, heading towards the door with a light jog, rifle in hand. He put one hand on the control panel, the other holding his rifle. He looked at the group. "Ready?"
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Aye. [i]Wilson's Browning swung forwards and locked into position, the bolt clicking twice. He drew both of his magnums, and prepared to enter. Wolf held the shotgun in his hand, and followed.[/i]
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He hit the button, the door slowly begins to rise. He backed away, getting closer to the group as he aimed at the bottom of the door. It began to raise, revealing more of the creatures. "Ah, shit."
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Ello, beasties. [i]The thunderous roar of Wilson's Browning filled the air as .50 caliber shells screamed towards the monsters.[/i]
