Hey all--I'm so sorry, but real life responsibilities and general life pressure have caught up with me in such a way that it makes sense for me to take an indefinite hiatus from the board. I'm not sure when or if I'll be coming back, so please don't wait on me. Feel free to use my character in whatever way you like in my absence.
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STATUS: I know I said I'd be back tonight but it turns out I have a lot of post-vacation life stuff to catch up on. Apologies to everyone waiting on a reply--I'll get them out before the end of the week! 11 mos ago
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I know I said I'd be back tonight but it turns out I have a lot of post-vacation life stuff to catch up on. Apologies to everyone waiting on a reply--I'll get them out before the end of the week!
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Will be out of town from tomorrow until Monday--going to go try and through my threads tonight and update what I can, but after that will likely be silent for a few days.
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back for me, praise the admins
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take this opportunity for self-care. click a link, then go do a chore--by the time you're done, it'll have loaded =V
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Hey all--I'm so sorry, but real life responsibilities and general life pressure have caught up with me in such a way that it makes sense for me to take an indefinite hiatus from the board. I'm not sure when or if I'll be coming back, so please don't wait on me. Feel free to use my character in whatever way you like in my absence.
Hey all--I'm so sorry, but real life responsibilities and general life pressure have caught up with me in such a way that it makes sense for me to take an indefinite hiatus from the board. I'm not sure when or if I'll be coming back, so please don't wait on me. Feel free to use my character in whatever way you like in my absence.
Hey all--I'm so sorry, but real life responsibilities and general life pressure have caught up with me in such a way that it makes sense for me to take an indefinite hiatus from the board. I'm not sure when or if I'll be coming back, so please don't wait on me. Thanks for taking part in this game, and I'm sorry it's ending early.
Hey all--I'm so sorry, but real life responsibilities and general life pressure have caught up with me in such a way that it makes sense for me to take an indefinite hiatus from the board. I'm not sure when or if I'll be coming back, so please don't wait on me. Thanks for taking part in this game, and I'm sorry it's ending early.
Hey all--I'm so sorry, but real life responsibilities and general life pressure have caught up with me in such a way that it makes sense for me to take an indefinite hiatus from the board. I'm not sure when or if I'll be coming back, so please don't wait on me. Thanks for taking part in this game, and I'm sorry it's ending early.
Sorry if I am taking too long to reply yall
No worries!
SPC "Mikey" Rangel
Mikey half-dived, half-rolled under the fuselage of the fighter. As she came up to a low crouch, her head twisted back over her shoulder. She had a moment to watch the melee that had ensued behind her, and found it frightening--her allies as much as her enemies. That bodyguard she had briefly engaged was now formed up and training their fire on Ashley, but they might as well have been shooting blind. Her technique was an infinitely more graceful version of the fumbling Mikey herself had just engaged in, and the older woman could hardly follow it.
Then, of course, there was the Zodiac soldier and that huge man--Vic?--trading blasts of fire back and forth like they were dodgeballs.
And somewhere beyond them--crashing sounds, and the screech of rending metal--and the screams of soldiers.
Griff? Some of the color drained from Mikey face, but her chance to appreciate the spectacle was cut short as Callie's voice once again came from the area of her radio.
'About to lose stability'? Is there a missile inbound? No, she would have just said as much... Mikey's eyes went wide, and her mind flashed back to the refugee camp--how she'd watched from the rooftop as Callie disabled a dozen motorcycles with a wave of her hand.
"Moving!", she shouted--to no one, since in her panic she forgot to key her radio. The word had barely left her lips when the metal above her head was struck by gunfire.
Mikey fell to one side, Angel Duster appearing in her hands. While she'd been watching her allies, the fire teams with their attached marines had come up behind her. The one who had just shot at her was tracking her with his rifle, but she didn't give him a second chance. Her shot went between his legs, and Mikey rolled to her feet behind him, then spun around and shot the ground between them.
Instead of a ricocheted bullet, what flew up to meet the marine--and his comrades--was the payload of a Claymore antipersonnel mine. The shrapnel blew a hole in the ranks of the fighting fire crew, and gave her a half second in which she could retrieve another grenade launcher.
Holding that in one hand, she pointed Angel Duster straight up then--clenching her teeth--fired.
The sensation of free-fall was still terrifying, but she was expecting it this time--and, thankfully, her aim had been true. She was falling down directly above the little phalanx of soldiers.
(Out of curiosity, Mikey had once looked up how long it would take her to fall from her maximum range. The answer had turned out to be anywhere from 8 to 11 seconds, which she had found both reassuring and terrifying. If she'd known that, one day, that would be useful information to have, she probably would have felt less of the former and more of the latter.)
8, 7-
Angel Duster disappeared in ribbons of color and Mikey grabbed the launcher in two hands.
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She pointed the barrel down, pulling her feet back from the line of fire.
4, 3-
Pwmp-pwmp-pwmp--the launcher kicked against her shoulder, rapid-fire, and high-explosive rounds shot down into the tightly packed soldiers below.
2, 1-
She released the weapon--wasteful, but necessary--and Angel Duster again appeared as her hand tracked up. Barely more than a hundred feet from the deck, the rifle cracked, and Mikey appeared--Shaky, but standing--off to one side.
Ta-fucking-da!
Turning to Cristina, her voice husky with smoke, and panting with adrenaline: "Let's get the hell out of here!"
@Digmata--to clarify--is Marcus actually giving him a chance to surrender, or is he taking the shot regardless?
Albert's strike tore a great, ragged gouge in the fuel tank. The contents spilled out, evaporating almost as quickly as it could fall to the ground, and the aerosolized fuel blossomed into a cloud of flame. The fireball washed over and around Daedalus's bulk; in the cockpit, Albert's sensors flashed various warning as the flames temporarily blinded his sensors, but it took only seconds for those flames to recede.
Black smoke still clouded his visuals, and the fire licking out of the ruptured tank blinded his thermal sensors, but he could at least perceive the rest of his surroundings again. For the most part, those surroundings were blackened and smoldering. The shuttle support equipment--set next to the fuel tank for the sake of speed--was still standing, but only as a structure. The metal was blackened and sagging; the plastic fittings looked like stalactites; the sensitive electronics were no longer even identifiable.
Rally's gaze swept over the devastation.
Pillars of smoke were issuing from the burning munitions and shuttle depots, forming an black haze in the sky above the base. A military transport hung limply from the antenna array; two of the armor contingent had been crumpled by explosions. Wounded and dead Athenian soldiers lay on the ground, here and there, collateral damage of the task force's ambush. Most of them were clustered around the path of devastation left by Albert.
The soldiers she could see still moving around seemed to be slowly organizing themselves. One clump was moving towards the most sturdy-looking building on the compound--a sandbag-and-sheet-metal affair that covered a steep section of the hillside. Another group could be seen heading towards the motor pool--there were a couple of armored vehicles still parked there, but no way to tell if the soldiers headed that way were tank crews or simply looking for anything that would get them to safety in a hurry.
But for all the furious activity, Rally noticed one other thing--at least for the moment, no one was shooting at them.
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Major Renzo grit her teeth as she watched the enemy machine walk away from the explosion. Totally unharmed, from everything she could see. Damn that aristocratic ass! She should have had two Myrmidons out there--at least then Lazarova might have had a chance. She'd liked the young man--better than his superior officer, at any rate.
Where's your damn 'tactical reserve' now, Leofric?
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Leofric hissed as the shot hit the ground next to his foot. The Myrmidon-sized round chewed up the earth, sending up a geyser of dirt and plants. He kept running; another round came close to hitting him from the other direction, and he swore, half-diving to one side in reaction. That move brought him stumbling to the edge of a clearing in the canopy.
Still off-balance, his Myrmidon half-crouched, swinging its head back and forth to bring it sensors to bear.
Shaking hands punched a button on his comms panel, locking in on the frequency that had demanded his surrender. "Iden-dentify yourself first!" His demand came out in a thin voice; he coughed, then, more confidently: "And show yourself! So I know you're not about to shoot me in the back!"
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Marcus, as the message comes through, you finally get a good lock on your target, just inside the treeline of a small clearing. All indications are that he hasn't spotted you, and if he hasn't jettisoned his weapons, he doesn't have them at the ready either. The clearing in front of him could easily serve as a landing point.
It also provides a perfect line of sight.
Black smoke still clouded his visuals, and the fire licking out of the ruptured tank blinded his thermal sensors, but he could at least perceive the rest of his surroundings again. For the most part, those surroundings were blackened and smoldering. The shuttle support equipment--set next to the fuel tank for the sake of speed--was still standing, but only as a structure. The metal was blackened and sagging; the plastic fittings looked like stalactites; the sensitive electronics were no longer even identifiable.
Rally's gaze swept over the devastation.
Pillars of smoke were issuing from the burning munitions and shuttle depots, forming an black haze in the sky above the base. A military transport hung limply from the antenna array; two of the armor contingent had been crumpled by explosions. Wounded and dead Athenian soldiers lay on the ground, here and there, collateral damage of the task force's ambush. Most of them were clustered around the path of devastation left by Albert.
The soldiers she could see still moving around seemed to be slowly organizing themselves. One clump was moving towards the most sturdy-looking building on the compound--a sandbag-and-sheet-metal affair that covered a steep section of the hillside. Another group could be seen heading towards the motor pool--there were a couple of armored vehicles still parked there, but no way to tell if the soldiers headed that way were tank crews or simply looking for anything that would get them to safety in a hurry.
But for all the furious activity, Rally noticed one other thing--at least for the moment, no one was shooting at them.
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Major Renzo grit her teeth as she watched the enemy machine walk away from the explosion. Totally unharmed, from everything she could see. Damn that aristocratic ass! She should have had two Myrmidons out there--at least then Lazarova might have had a chance. She'd liked the young man--better than his superior officer, at any rate.
Where's your damn 'tactical reserve' now, Leofric?
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Leofric hissed as the shot hit the ground next to his foot. The Myrmidon-sized round chewed up the earth, sending up a geyser of dirt and plants. He kept running; another round came close to hitting him from the other direction, and he swore, half-diving to one side in reaction. That move brought him stumbling to the edge of a clearing in the canopy.
Still off-balance, his Myrmidon half-crouched, swinging its head back and forth to bring it sensors to bear.
Shaking hands punched a button on his comms panel, locking in on the frequency that had demanded his surrender. "Iden-dentify yourself first!" His demand came out in a thin voice; he coughed, then, more confidently: "And show yourself! So I know you're not about to shoot me in the back!"
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Marcus, as the message comes through, you finally get a good lock on your target, just inside the treeline of a small clearing. All indications are that he hasn't spotted you, and if he hasn't jettisoned his weapons, he doesn't have them at the ready either. The clearing in front of him could easily serve as a landing point.
It also provides a perfect line of sight.
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