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Oh I know, I was simply making a joke :p
Oh I know, I was simply making a joke :p
@Liotrent
Hey, Maine is ODST top class. So Utah is wrong to say that ALL of them are trash and unlike the well-trained ODST.
Don't classify him with all the peasants
I mean his entire squad died too, so that's cool right? Yay bonding
Hey, Maine is ODST top class. So Utah is wrong to say that ALL of them are trash and unlike the well-trained ODST.
Don't classify him with all the peasants
I mean his entire squad died too, so that's cool right? Yay bonding
I decided to post because I got bored. I figured there would be some kind of shooting range to train at so I just kind of rolled with it, if that's alright?
It was all a blur after he got thrown through the wall, his rifle tumbling out of his hands as he clutched his head. He looked up to the robot walking towards him, backing up slowly as he reached for his BMR. As the robot got closer Delta looked over to his left, shaking his head. "I would put your hands up."
"What?" Maine got confused, stopping his motion as his hands were up near his face now. Suddenly another freelancer rushed in, knocking over the robot going for him and throwing him his rifle, which he caught. Huh, so the freelancer wasn't totally worthless after all. However, he did see that he was getting pinballed between two robots.
As soon as he raised his rifle to fire, another freelancer, Washington, shot the two surrounding California. Well... shit. Now there were no robots. Maine got up, dusting himself off as he looked around to address the situation.
"Behind you." was all Maine heard from Delta as he turned around, practically getting slide tackled by agent Iowa. Maine slipped forward, falling chest first into the ground as he looked up to what shoved Iowa at him. Maine rapidly flipped his trigger finger, busting all the remaining bullets in his clip into the chest of the robot in mere seconds, scrap metal flying everywhere as the robot crumpled in a heap, several bullets speeding into god only knows where.
"Watch it, Freelancer." Maine said coldly, getting up once again and sticking his rifle to the magnet on his back as he watched all the robots shut themselves off. Keeping all his equipment on, he marched without a word out of the training room and straight to the firing range, wherever that may be. He wanted to know what the scores on the leaderboard were, but those didn't seem to be posted yet. He wanted to train with his new equipment in the mean time, not so much caring for the other agents at the moment.
"Agent Maine, it seems as though your equipment is online and fully functional. This should help us in spotting targets in smoke, through walls, at far distances, as well as predict enemy movement for more precise shots." Delta explained, standing on his shoulder like usual.
"I got it Delta. Let's practice with the equipment and test it out."
"Alright. Do you think you should converse with the other agents first?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Well you are a part of a squad and should be working together. Teamwork will help you perform missions more efficiently and help performance levels."
"I don't trust half those guys, and it's not like idol conversation will do much. I'm used to working on my own. Besides, I'm pretty sure half these assholes were rebels and insurgents, prisoners of war let out to fight here. My job as ODST was to assassinate, capture, do surveillance on guys like that."
"Either way, agent Maine, basic conversation won't hurt."
"Fine... after training. Maybe." Maine grumbled, giving in to the AI. It seemed Delta was more sociable than he was, borededing on caring. Very talkative too. But he was right... getting to know his allies would help. Even if Maine thought he was better than half the people here. The one did help him. At the very least gaining some knowledge might have benefits in the future.
At the firing range, agent Maine layer down, setting up his tripod as he looked through the scope of his rifle. Targets appeared in the distance, human shaped ones, standing very far away as they started to move in random patterns at varying speeds.
"Tactical visor online, scanning targets... fire when ready Agent Maine."
After that, the only sounds that were heard were gun shots.
"What?" Maine got confused, stopping his motion as his hands were up near his face now. Suddenly another freelancer rushed in, knocking over the robot going for him and throwing him his rifle, which he caught. Huh, so the freelancer wasn't totally worthless after all. However, he did see that he was getting pinballed between two robots.
As soon as he raised his rifle to fire, another freelancer, Washington, shot the two surrounding California. Well... shit. Now there were no robots. Maine got up, dusting himself off as he looked around to address the situation.
"Behind you." was all Maine heard from Delta as he turned around, practically getting slide tackled by agent Iowa. Maine slipped forward, falling chest first into the ground as he looked up to what shoved Iowa at him. Maine rapidly flipped his trigger finger, busting all the remaining bullets in his clip into the chest of the robot in mere seconds, scrap metal flying everywhere as the robot crumpled in a heap, several bullets speeding into god only knows where.
"Watch it, Freelancer." Maine said coldly, getting up once again and sticking his rifle to the magnet on his back as he watched all the robots shut themselves off. Keeping all his equipment on, he marched without a word out of the training room and straight to the firing range, wherever that may be. He wanted to know what the scores on the leaderboard were, but those didn't seem to be posted yet. He wanted to train with his new equipment in the mean time, not so much caring for the other agents at the moment.
"Agent Maine, it seems as though your equipment is online and fully functional. This should help us in spotting targets in smoke, through walls, at far distances, as well as predict enemy movement for more precise shots." Delta explained, standing on his shoulder like usual.
"I got it Delta. Let's practice with the equipment and test it out."
"Alright. Do you think you should converse with the other agents first?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Well you are a part of a squad and should be working together. Teamwork will help you perform missions more efficiently and help performance levels."
"I don't trust half those guys, and it's not like idol conversation will do much. I'm used to working on my own. Besides, I'm pretty sure half these assholes were rebels and insurgents, prisoners of war let out to fight here. My job as ODST was to assassinate, capture, do surveillance on guys like that."
"Either way, agent Maine, basic conversation won't hurt."
"Fine... after training. Maybe." Maine grumbled, giving in to the AI. It seemed Delta was more sociable than he was, borededing on caring. Very talkative too. But he was right... getting to know his allies would help. Even if Maine thought he was better than half the people here. The one did help him. At the very least gaining some knowledge might have benefits in the future.
At the firing range, agent Maine layer down, setting up his tripod as he looked through the scope of his rifle. Targets appeared in the distance, human shaped ones, standing very far away as they started to move in random patterns at varying speeds.
"Tactical visor online, scanning targets... fire when ready Agent Maine."
After that, the only sounds that were heard were gun shots.
Bump?
Meleena got to the parking lot, looking shocked as all the horror surrounded her. Chaos. Fire. Destruction. Cars everywhere, even running over some people. The people were frantic, running away from something as they pushed each other out of the way for their own personal safety. Something told her that she did not want to meet the something.
Looking around the parking lot, she noticed that her light blue Porsche was still in the parking lot. "Yes, now I can get out of here... maybe drive some back roads out of the city." She whispered to herself, jogging over to it. Suddenly she saw the couple screaming and running from the cop as she sighed. It seemed like one of the cannibal people, but the two of them were the only non insane people that she saw since the explosion. Her instinct told her to leave them, but her heart said go help. I mean, maybe they could help her? Or, maybe the cop still had a gun on him.
"Hey, run over here! We can use my car!" Meleena called out to them, regretting it almost as soon as she said it as she gripped her softball bat tightly. She knew she would need a home run swing on that cop's head as soon as they led him over there.
Looking around the parking lot, she noticed that her light blue Porsche was still in the parking lot. "Yes, now I can get out of here... maybe drive some back roads out of the city." She whispered to herself, jogging over to it. Suddenly she saw the couple screaming and running from the cop as she sighed. It seemed like one of the cannibal people, but the two of them were the only non insane people that she saw since the explosion. Her instinct told her to leave them, but her heart said go help. I mean, maybe they could help her? Or, maybe the cop still had a gun on him.
"Hey, run over here! We can use my car!" Meleena called out to them, regretting it almost as soon as she said it as she gripped her softball bat tightly. She knew she would need a home run swing on that cop's head as soon as they led him over there.
@SheriffLlama Yes, you are correct. Ashton uses bursts of energy so perform actions, such as launch himself a great distance, shove or punch an object, throw something, absorb an impact, etc. He concentrates this into specific amounts and to specific parts of the body and extends them outwards in certain amounts, differing the costs.
Your character just increased his own attributes to perform tasks, so yes it is difference in essence. Yours is like an adrenaline shot that gives your char a boost for a short time, while my char uses bursts of energy to perform specific tasks or actions.
Your character just increased his own attributes to perform tasks, so yes it is difference in essence. Yours is like an adrenaline shot that gives your char a boost for a short time, while my char uses bursts of energy to perform specific tasks or actions.
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Coincidentally, DeMarcus' power seems a lot like a weaker version of Ashton's. (Superman's character) Might I suggest potentially increasing the strength and/or decreasing the drawback relative to the power used, and possibly altering the drawback from the power? I don't really have an opinion either way on two similar powersets, but I wanted to bring it up in case you hadn't noticed or in case it winds up being a problem for AcerRo.
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I feel personally attacked, heh. It's as if you specifically made him to be a foil to Violet.
Can't wait to see what happens.
That is true, I noticed that also. I mean idk how in depth the speed is, and the cost could be taken down for his. Mine is more burst while his is extended, but there are definite similarities. A lot of people like the paralysis drawback apparently lol
@SheriffLlama I mean your char is a football player, so it works out. I mean, OBJ is a wide receiver, so depending on the position I guess. Hey, maybe our players can play catch together haha
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