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The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

The Hunter Strikes

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Daixanos had not gone as far ahead as Sadri and Narzul. More at the behest of the party rather than his own wishes. Despite his loner tendencies, he was still apart of a coherent team and planned to keep it that way, so he merely walked at fore as the vanguard rather than as the scout. Though he regretted not insisting on it earlier, after hearing the telltale crack of the bridge ahead of them and ducking down as he saw the relatively large group of Amigers coalescing around the toppled structure.

Daixanos strung his bow, placing the tail end of it on the ground and pulling the top part downward with one arm, his cable-like muscles prominent and bulging as he did so with relative calm and ease. His other claw drew the bowstring up and strung it, before placing an arrow from his quiver onto the string and at the ready. Dumhuvud had gathered the group together and gave a quick thinking plan that they would be fools not to take.

At the sound of the charge, Daixanos headed out of cover with his bow drawn and arrow nocked. However, he was a fraction too slow. For his teammates rushed past him, blocking his bow shot and causing him to curse. He wasn't about to loose into them, and after two more attempts at aiming, only to deem it too risky, he placed the bow on his back and unfastened his Battle Axe.

"For the Hist!" He cried, usually not so gung-ho about battle-cries other than bestial hisses and roars, but recent stresses having caused him to revel a bit more in martial pride and bloodshed (which was saying something for the combat-oriented Argonian), particularly against Dunmer and followers of the Akavari invaders. He held his heavy weapon at the ready, running and nearly catching up with his fellows.

His powerful legs pumping, Dax reached a climax of a rise in the ground and leaped far higher than most would have thought possible from such a heavily armed and stocky warrior. Daixanos cleared his own lines with his leap, landing amid the Amiger throng. Before he could be overwhelmed, he swiped his tail, knocking two away in a small stumble and blocked a sword chop with the haft of his axe.

Daixanos shoved his opponent backward, a surly Dunmer with a flamboyant vest and a quick swiping Scimitar, instinctually hacking back, barely missing Dax's head. The Dunmer stabbed and thrust his sword like a duelist, adding twisting cuts in an attempt to confuse his opponent. Dax knocked aside three of the Scimitar's whirrling slashes, and chopped at the Dunmer. The Axe blade was caught on the Dunmer's defense, but with a powerful yank of the haft, the blade sliced downward across the Dunmer's collarbone with a pull-cut.

The Dunmer cried out, and Dax found an opening. He shoved the off-balance Dunmer once more, and when the Dark Elf was further away, Dax redirected his Axe in a wide sweep, taking his opponent in the neck, fully beheading the Amiger in a fountain of blood. Its disembodied head fell limp onto the ground, its body swaying only a moment before topping as well. The Argonian turned around, eager to find more prey.

The Sunday Group

It's something to get used to. I have heard before that something all doctors need to realize is that everything they do is a delaying action. We all end up at the same place.

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The Sunday Group

Come tomorrow I'll need to ask for extra shifts at my work, too. I feel Penny's pain.

The Sunday Group

...Plot twist?

Glad your shift is over though. Hope the money was worth it.

The Sunday Group

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@Penny

Character development!

The Lord of the Rings: The Age of Men

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WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil told Lonney to keep Auxiliary power on just in case, and he slipped on down the cockpit access corridor. He skidded to a stop next to one of the many armory portals, and he popped it open to grab his ARC Rifle. He had his sidearm on him at all times when he wasn't sleeping or doing things like entertaining a lady. Then again, him having it might have helped him out a few times in that regard, come to think of it. He'd consider that later.

Neil stopped behind Sayeeda, and grinned when he saw a relaxed bounced to her step. He realized he could have had a bunch of assholes as Captains. At least she was competent and had a cool, experienced head on her shoulders. The cockpit door opened, and she made her way down to greet the 'welcoming' committee. Neil kept his comm on, but stayed near the bay and relatively hidden, just in case. His ARC gun would need good vantage. One shot from it could take out multiple unarmored targets, so he would need to be elevated so as not to hit Sayeeda.

Briefly he had the thought that hitting her might not be a bad thing, but he shook the thought away. That wasn't his actual opinion or preference, just his instincts kicking in. He'd had to do some unsavory things in order to survive alone, and he'd had to watch even worse things done by those he called allies. He might never betray someone like that, but seeing it happen often enough, and he'd see the option open even if he'd never take it himself.

The gentlemen in front of the 'soldiers' looked to be in the latter part of his life, though by no means decrepit or elderly. Experienced and long-time ambition were better terms for him. Not particularly big or strong, with a beer gut and an average height, he nevertheless had a dangerous steel to his eyes, and a knowing smile. "Hello," he said, his wide hat shielding him from the relentless sun. He wore a green tanktop and cargo pants, along with sturdy boots that seemed mandatory on this jungle world. "I'm curious. You see, when I see a freighter like...that, landing on my planet. I wonder who could be driving her, and for what purpose."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. "You do realize that in order to dock on my planet, you need to schedule 2 galactic standard weeks in advance, don't you?" He looked Sayeeda straight in the eye, though he had a tendency to gesture with his hands. "On Savran, you follow my rules, or you get the fuck off." The wind picked up a bit. "Now, that ship you have was just good enough for me to let you land, because as I said I'm curious. But there's going to be a toll, and that toll can increase if you don't have a good answer on who you are, and why you're here. Understood?"

Behind him, she could see one of the guardsmen anxiously grip his weapon, though it was trained on nothing. So far.
@Penny