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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 12:52 pm
Ender started running out of grenades as he made his small bursts from rock to rock, but the distance has closed significantly enough to perhaps engage them in close ranged combat soon. Ender turned around the edge of the rock, the reavers only about thirty yards away now as he lets off his last two rounds of grenades and makes a dive to the ground behind a low rock about ten yards from the reavers. Pulling a plasma grenade from his belt, he threw it in a arc through the air and it landed out the outskirts of the group while they was still recovering from the last grenade assault. The grenade detonated and sent a wave of plasma outwards, catching three of the reavers on the fringes of the group, instantly melting their flesh and vaporizing their forms in the blue colored wave. The ground where the plasma grenade had detonated was pure glass, reflecting the sun like a mirror. With the little protection offered by the rock, Ender had to make a move soon to close that last distance to engage the reavers up close, especially since the bolts of laser fire was picking away and melting the rock from the constant barrage of fire. Ender pulled the gauss shotgun from it's leg holster and jacked a 2mm EC flechette shell in and fired around the rock. A laser hit that moment to strike his forearm, the armor glowing red hot for a moment, burning the flesh underneath, making him clench the gauss shotgun tighter rather than release his grip from it due to the pain. Clenching his teeth, he almost screamed as the armor slowly cooled from the laser hit. The shotgun blast that he had fired had little effect at this distance, but the magnetically pushed flechettes sliced through the enemy ranks like butter, despite not doing that much damage due to the flechettes being small, but the speed made up for it by slicing through the organs and limbs of many, causing them to at least slow down and falter from their constant barrage of laser fire due to injury.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 1:20 pm
At this time, Ender picked the opportunity to close the gap, despite the wound, which the pain drove him as a motivator, like a rush of adrenaline. A few of the reavers recovered from the suprise of their wounds enough to raise their laser rifles and pistols to get off a few rounds before the massive armored figure collided into the center of their group like a moving train. Some of the laser shots was hastily aimed and went streaking by the fast moving form and the rest found marks on the breastplate of the armor, where it was more heavily armored. The laser bolts melted away some of the armor, leaving a dripping and rapidly cooling dripping of metal down the front of the armor. Ender collided with the middle of the reavers, shotgun still in hand, but held in both hands like a bar when he collided, bowling over a handful of reavers from the momentum of the heavy and enhanced armor. The ones hit was stunned from the impact, it was like getting hit by a moving vehicle, the rest tried to regain the advantage by engaging the vastly armored figure. One tried using his weapon as a club, but Ender caught the reaver's wrist and his strength enhanced by the advanced power armor, he quickly twisted and heard the arm break in several places, the reaver screaming in pain and dropping to the ground where Ender stomped a foot down straight into it's gun, the weight and power of the blow totally crushed the organs inside the reaver's body, almost like crushing a simple pop can. Another reaver was leaping through the air, holding some strange looking knife of energy based origin that Ender had never seen before, but he ducked quickly, the reaver landing on his back and sent it flying a few yards from thrusting his upper body up and bouncing the reaver off before it could get a grip on anything. Ender pulled the gauss shotgun around and fired at a reaver less than a yard away, blowing the disgusting creature's intestines out, a mass of gore blowing back on the reaver behind him as the flechettes exited and tore the other reaver to tattered shreds. The reaver that was thrown had crawled and slashed at Ender's leg with the strange energy based knife and it sliced through the power armor like it wasn't even there, cutting deep into Ender's calf. Screaming from pain and anger, Ender brought the stock of the gauss shotgun down and down again, until the stock of the shotgun was totally shattered, crushing the reaver's head into a bloody mixture of brains and bits of skull where it had laid. With a quick glance around, Ender saw two reavers left, both holding the strange energy based knives. One rushed forward and Ender used the shotgun like a club and shattered what was left of the shotgun completely against the reavers body on the first strike, instantly killing the reaver with the massive blow and the body dropping in a crumpled heap. Now Ender quickly reached down to his boot sheath as the other circled him, alot more cautious than his fellow reavers, which were now dead. Pulling the Ripper from it's sheath, Ender circled as well, both hesitant to close the gap, but Ender was more patient, taking on a defensive posture. Finally, the reaver couldn't stand the tension and lashed out at Ender with the energy based knife, which Ender blocked by bringing his forearm down across the arm of the reaver and delivering a hard punch directly into the face of the reaver, sending it stumbling and it's face spurting blood from the hard blow. The reaver regained his posture quickly though and pretended to make a forward slash which Ender moved to block and then the reaver quickly reversed and came down slashing diagonally, the energy blade passing through the armor and cutting from his left shoulder down across his chest and to his right hip, leaving a angry red gash that instantly welled with a moderate quantity of blood, despite the would being instantly cauterized, but the wound still being open. But taking the advantage of the reaver's massive slash, despite his chest and arm burning, Ender grabbed both wrists of the reaver in a steel grip with one hand, the bones in the wrist breaking as the reaver struggled and screamed from the broken wrists. With the other hand, Ender slowly reached up and grabbed the reaver by the throat, clutching it as hard as he was the wrists, which crushed the windpipe of the reaver, but it was still alive. With a quick jerk of his hand, he tore out the throat of the reaver completely and dropped it, letting it claw and thrash in the rocky soil. Ender clenched his teeth as he picked up the strange energy based knives and stored them in the pack on his back, at the same time withdrawing a super stimpack and punching it straight into his chest where the armor had been sliced away. Then he pulled out a stimpack and jammed it into his right forearm where it had been roasted inside of his armor.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 1:32 pm
Ender picked his way across the distance back to his wrecked to s**t humvee, limping all the way and feeling a bit dizzy from the massive wound across his chest and his right arm burning up from the black shiney skin underneath that was cooked to a crisp from the laser bolt. His body felt in constant agony by the time he reached the close to torn apart humvee and didn't even bother opening the door to the driver side, since it was gone and just twisted metal on the ground somewhere. He decided to try to start it, despite his obvious doubts about the smoking vehicle, but it was better to try than limp his a** all the way back to base, which was a good one or two hours drive, which would mean a long time limping with a torn leg, might even take all day with rest periods required. But he turned the key and the starter grinded in protest and he tried again, the engine slowly grinding and kicking over, rumbling barely to life, despite the odd clanking and banging sounds from the engine and the heavy forest of smoke that filled the air from the engine. But he judged it safe enough and started the vehicle going, it creeping along only at half of it's even moderate speed, but it sure as hell beat walking Ender mused silently. The pace took him about three hours to reach base where the initial drive took a little over an hour.
((Continued at the Motor Pool.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 2:55 pm
CFAR drove South by South West for the past hour and looked at the thing he had found. The screen was all fuzzy and hard to make out and the screen would fade in and out. The locations which he was heading for eairlier turned green instead of blue as if the locations changed and got closer to him. CFAR was heading to a green location instead of a blue. CFAR looked around the vast open waste looking for any potential enemys or bandits interested in killing him and taking his things.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 3:19 pm
CFAR had been traveling for another few hours and it was already getting dark, the sky was a orange hugh most likly from the fallout in the mountains or some other poarticals in the air. CFAR turned on the headlights and kept on driving, while glancing at the clock as to when to park and sleep. The sky got darker and darker but got lighter and turned blue and black. CFAR looked at the item he had found and it kept changing the size of the location he was headed to giving a more direct and presice distance as if it were tracking his movments his postions and anything else. CFAR yawned and looked at where he was driving. A little more time went by before CFAR could make out something in the distance it looked like a small town or outpost. CFAR slowed down as he approched what appeared to be a chain link fence and a awatch station. CFAR exited the humvee and looked around, not noticing anything but afew poles spaced out over fifty feet or so. CFAR walked over to the guard station and knocked on the door. There was no anwser so he pered in through the glass which showed nothing except a large collection of dust, and what appeared to be a rifle and a couple magazines for it. CFAR walked past the checkpoint and suddenly stopped as he heard a quick high pitched beep. CFAR looked around and didn't see anything moving except the poles that he had sen eairlier were now in a diffrent postion. CFAR made another few steps when he heard a familier noise the sound of a chaingun's barrel spinning. CFAR sighed as he quickly turned around and ran towards the humvee. After a few stepps he was knocked down by a barage of bullets that had all pelted the back of his armor. CFAR fell to the groun as his back hurt and felt itchy. CFAR crawled back to the humvee and turned around to see what had shot him in the back, but couldn't see anything. CFAr removed the armour he was wearing and saw as the whole back of it ahd been bounded falt and the tips of bullets just making it through. CFAR looked in the rear view miror and saw a few cuts and scrapes nothing to call for help for. CFAR rummaged through the trunk of the humvee lkookikng for a pair of binoculars, after searching for a few minutes he found some and looked towards the checkpoint. CFAR could now see gunn turets that were now active due to himself. CFAR looked at the radio and at his watch. No one would be on the com this late might as well drive back to base. he though to himself climbing into the humvee and making his way back. CFAR looked at the GPS as it finally shutdown. CFAR was heading in the right direction and should be there in several hours. Turns out this item could change their tactics since it looked as if they had someone helping from the skies.
Satalight Hoover was slowly moving from the west coast and around the globe. Since the last commands were to continuasly patrol North america it had been set in a rotation cycle around all of North and South america changing from each one every few days. Hoover made it's way slowly to the west coast and would go over the east coat in a few hours or so. It loks down on the northern content like a fly on the wall. Since being stuck in orbit being lucky and staying there without pulling away or into the earths gravity.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 8:01 am
Hauling a** outta the BoS base he had a few things in mind to do when he arrived at the town of Quincy. RadScors', Rats, & the lot of 'em made fine noises under the wheels of the scouter "...heh heh heh stupid ********..". As for raiders and such he didn't seem to run into any at the moment probably because the Brotherhood had the run of things pretty much around here. He continued onwards toards his location...
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 4:59 pm
After putting down numerous bottles of rutgut Spectre was blitzed damned near out of his mind when the blonde had approached him. She was between 18 & 19 which to him was prime canidate "..How much babe.." Spectre said as he caressed the bleach blondes thigh. She smiles telling him 200 caps, that he gives up easily & she gently takes his hand guiding him upstairs to a room. Entering second he automatically locks the door behind him and as he turned to face her she was already undressed out of her skimpy attire. "...Whoa.." he thought as he gazd at naked, golden body. She came closer to him rubbing herself against him, he embraced her looking down into her eyes reading deep inside that she did not enjoy this kinda life & he almost felt sorry...ALMOST. As they began kissing Spectres' armor slowly hit the floor and the rest is pleasure.....-CENSORED!!!!!!-......
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 12:05 pm
CFAR drove into the city of Quincy. The small desolate town just a little ways off from the brotherhood. CFAR pulled the humvee in behind the closest in and turned off the vechical. CFAR rolled up the windows and dismounted the visable armourment and stored it inside the vechical. CFAR closed the hatch and secured it making sure the vechical was airtight and could only be opend with a sledge hammer, cutting torch or the keys which he had on him. CFAR opened the hood of the vechical and removed a key component which would prevent anyone from getting anywhere with it. CFAR dissconnected the cords running to the micro fusion cell, only a train mechanic would be able to rehook it and get it operating. CFAR walked into the nearest inn or hotel and checked out a room for the night. CFAR was currently running around with simple bandages and no shirt due to the fact that turrets chewed up his armor, as he entered a few people that were in there looked at him then at his right arm noticing the brotherhood tatoo on his arm. Most remained quiet and some resumed what they were doing. CFAR aproched the counter asking for a room and a stimpack. 100 caps will do the old man said smiling. Thanks to you brotherhood members we aint had no raiders in a long time, he said handing CFAR a set of room keys. "Thanks ole timer" he saidgrabbing the keys and going upstairs.
CFAR came upon a room that semed to have a sturdy wooden door. CFAR unlocked the old thing and went in. It seemed fairly reasonable not like the cots back at the base but better than a cars seat. CFAR looked out the window and out onto the street where a few candels dotted the place. CFAR's room had a couple candels of its own two of which were lit. CFAR layed down on the old bed hhoping that it didn't contain anything that might kill him in his sleep. CFAR removed his gun from the side holster and placed it underneath his pillow with the safety on. CFAR was slowly starting to fall asleep when he head a banging noise from the other side. CFAR thought it might be some rats int the wall but it continued for a good minute or so. CFAR figured that it was someone having fun but he was trying to sleep. CFAR bangged against the wall in order to get their attention and let them know that it was annoying.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 12:53 am
Spectres' night went hard for the better half of two hours when all noise ceased and he slept. He woke an hour later afer having a nightmare about the years he spent as a slaver into the Enclaves missions of death that he carried with joy. As slid his legs over the side of the bed, the blonde came to aswell pulling herself up next to him. she asks if he wants to go another round or two, he says "no" gets up and dresses himself. She looked back up at him with devious eyes and asks if he'll come back soon in which he responds with a sureful smile over the shoulder "...yeah babe...i plan to so don't change abit, ok? " She bits down on her bottom lip with a slight nod then lays back giving sigh. As he strode out the room he was still smiling and tightning his gunbelt when a big, dirty ******** stands from his table and shouts out that he's been lookin' fer Spectre something to do with him killing off a few of his kin folk by the name of 'Morton'. Spectre with a crooked smile recalls the short list of the shitbags kin. The guy asks why he's smiling & Spectre responds with " Yeah I remember now...AFTER I killed'em, I cut their heads off and piked 'em outside Reddings Sheriff's department. Then I sold their bodies off to some canibals I happened into. I suggest ya' run along now..." the new Morton spat a huge wad of tabacco to the floor as he followed up with a few 'smart' remarks that proved his stupidity. Even as Spectre walked down the stairs the dumbass still ran his mouth. Spectre waltz up to Morton & with a sigh he said to Morton "...Well..." drawn out "...I reckon I'm gonna kill you now and make the world a better place ya' know?" Spectre was smiling as he watched Mortons eyes light up with anger & he knew a dumb move was about to take place. Sure enough as that thought passed, Morton swung actually conecting that really pissed spectre off as he stagger back "..pretty strong but I know a ghout b***h that hits harder than ya' " that set Morton charging at Spectre with a fist hanging back like he was a cartoon character or something, but as his fist came forward Spectre ducted and sent his left elbow up under Mortons jaw. That move being as simple as it was quite effective as it showed on Mortons jarred face. You'd see his eyes rapidly blinking as he flailed back & down through a table. Spectre walking up to the downed Morton watched as he went for his iron, Spectre with a cocky smile reached him as it left the holster. Spectre stomping down on Mortons right forarm, he dropped his pistol & Spectre quickly drew his own with a half coked smile he put a rather large hole in Mortons right hand. Morton cried out in bloody terror but Spectre made beeping sounds as he trained his sights on Mortons head......
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 3:21 am
CFAR was sleeping rather comfertably in the inn bed. Although the occassional cockroach seemed to scurry around he was rather pleased with his rest. CFAR was just starting to wake up when he heard a gunshot, thats what snapped the man to full alertness. CFAR went to the window thinking that there were raiders and no doubt were going after the humvee. CFAR grabbed his deagle from underneath the pillow, and then climbed out the window. CFAR wen't to the back of the inn and noticed that his car was still there. CFAR sighed and began hooking it up again starting with the microfusion cell and then unlocking, and mounting the vechical. CFAR double checked to see that everything was in place and then entered the vechical. The dashboard seemed a little rustic since the thing was overdue for matinace. This would be his first repair when he got back. CFAR listened to the purring of the engin as he started it up, CFAR smiled and placed the automobile into gear. CFAR backed up from the inn, reved the engin and speed off towards the base. CFAR removed the simple bandages from his shoulder and placed a new steril dressing on.
After a while CFAR could make out the BOS base and the southern gates. CFAR entered through the south gates and pulled the humvee into the motor pool. CFAR parked the vechical on a lift and raised it after getting out. CFAR tossed the keys to the vechical into Twixi's office, and then made his way over to the medical center.
-Continued at Medical Center-
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 7:40 pm
Chib races out of the talon barracks and stops not far from the entrance to the base, on the outside. Making sure his pistol is loaded, he sets it to fire a continuous stream, quickly blasting a circle in the sand and subsequently fills it in, as if apply an even coat of paint to a house. The sand begins to bubble before chibs eyes and soon the top layer slowly hardens, turning to glass. After waiting 10 minutes in a futile effort to allow it to cool, Chib grabs hold of his mishapen creation, the circle about an arms length in diameter, with his enviromental armor gloves, and runs back to talon barracks, the heat able to be sensed even through the enviromental armor.
[Continued in talon division.]
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 8:03 pm
"..Sorry Mor-TON but uh...your dead..." the hammers cocked back and then BANG!!!! Mortons head explodes sending blood & brain matter over the other bar patrins. Kneeling down by the body Spectre tore Morton's heart out then left without another word. He climbed back into the scouter and made his way back to the base.
-Continue back at the Tryman baracks-
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 7:00 pm
Spectre had raced out of the base once more in a scouter. His location was the place of his birth a vault at Crystal Lake....
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 8:19 pm
Spectre's real name had long since been forgotten & his past aswell. As far as he was concerned he had no family alive & wouldn't ever have one for himself because it just couldn't happen. He going to return to his creation and find his past again. Hours that turned to days woud pass.....
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 5:29 am
It was night time Spectre pulled up to the hunager entrance that lead into the vault. He had pshed one of the massive doors aside to bring in his vechicle. He grabbed his equipment bag from the scouter and approached a huge blast door that was pretty much its' own wall; alittle to right of the door stood a console, Spectre came up to this and punched in the code that was eched into his mind.
The door slowly rose up into the ceiling revealing behind it a smaller passage way which again lead down to another door that held an elevator room. Spectre made his way there, climbed into the elevator and went down....
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