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[b]Fret Chappel  :  Human  :  Prospector[/b]

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After the rifle was full of its lethal payload he left the small metal room and cautiously padded down the corridor towards the embarkation point passed the belly of the spacecraft. As he got down there he could feel the cold of the wind blowing up through the cargo hatch.

He felt his hair stand on end; he had left his winter coat in the room. He was naturally quite resistant to the brisk air. Wearing his red shirt and hi-fibre slacks with suspenders.

As he exited the hatchway he could see a large group of what looked like civilians. They were being kept at bay by a couple of bots that were spitting sparks at them. There was much confusion as they were trying to make their way to their flights, this could very easily turn to panic.

"Someone needs to keep them calm." thought Fret

He raised both his arms like a cactus and walked calmly to the group. Rifle held pointing straight up in one hand.

"Calm... Calm" he said

"Remain Calm."

His voice was almost completely lost in the worried murmuring. However, his arm was not. He was armed. The civilians looked upon him with equal parts fear and awe. They probably didnt speak old English.

"What can i do?" he thought.

He accessed his third eye and found his personal playlist, then set its speakers to max.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbZSe6N_BXs]Music[/url]

The local area around him was filled with bemused and quizzical looks. However most of them couldn't even hear the music over the wind.

"Thats right... Happy, happy... yes" he said and smiled.

And for a moment. It was.

"Yes, remain calm, the security w-"


________________________________________ Then It Started _______________________________________________


Then the bullets started flying.

Screams and confusion started out.

The civilians started to charge past him. Which took only a second. Then he could see over by a police car a fierce firefight had lit up. 

"Shit, i need to find cover"

He looked over and around, there were a few boxes... but who knows what they contained... fuel cells that would go up like a firework? Nah.

He crouched and duck-walked / sprinted over near one of the big landing gear tires of the Jotunheim. 

"Good, with the weight of this thing these tires are probably thick as steel." he thought.

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He leveled his rifle so the iron sights lined up... Which took some trial and error.

Sure it was old generation but he didnt want to have to teach a new one how to shoot again. 

With any luck, it would know how to shoot this type of target. The projectiles themselves would do the aiming with aid of onboard microchips in the rifle.

He paced himself. 

He knew that, once he'd shot they'd know where he was.

The situation was degenerating quickly, and what sounded like a GAT-9 heavy machine gun was going on.

He cycled through the various modes in his cybernetic third-eye. Heat, electrical, polarised light etc. There was a small group of... somethings... putting up a fight. He couldnt really see them because they had IR blockers on.

Then he had an idea.

He looked at his WIFI list. There was a loading animation.

Slowly they started being populated.

He could see 3 civilian ones. He looked around, most of the civilians had sprinted off. There was a few phones laying on the ground over by where he was.

"One, two" he said.

Then a few weird ones popped up. 5 in total. Had no kind of address he'd ever seen before. They were obviously the comms of task force "fast course" over there. 

The animation was still loading.

There.

One... two... three... 8 pings... that must be from the enemy team.

Just then he saw the enemy team break cover and try to blitz up on the defenders.

They were rattling away with carbines and some serious shit was going down for them.

Then the smoke from the police car cleared with what looked like someone laying down by it, 
and he got a clean shot on the HMG-guy. He was wearing huge armor, but this didnt deter Fret.

"Sorry..." -POP- -PPOPP-

He immediately flipped around behind the cover. And breathed out.