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Aug 10, 2009 20:33:32 GMT -5
Post by jeager on Aug 10, 2009 20:33:32 GMT -5
Red, a consistent colour seen through and through, one that has been seen everywhere. The liquid that oozes out of everyone's body. Nothing impressive, no impressions set. A repetitive pattern in which that was common, the universal colour of death; blood. Something he has lost interest in, a pitiful colour, not as expressive as black or white, not a shade of lighting that has been classified as such. Through his vacant azure eyes, he stares out at a dead body, an assassin. A man, an Indian man who wanted to stab him through the back. It would've worked, almost worked were he not a fool, yelling out his intentions before charging in.
He was but now a dead corpse, knife dropped, blood staining the marble floor of the catwalk that overlooks the military barracks, a marble catwalk in the 99th floor of a tile-by-tile tower, one that takes interestingly the shape of a Junk's sail. Thin, but very wide. A simple knock on the bottom weak support will collapse the entire structure like a block removed from the bottom. Numerous ways are present in avoiding such an adverse situation, but that isn't the case. It was the early afternoon as the sun still hasn't shifted much, the skies were blue and it was cloudy, the clouds saw fit to shade the Junker tower.
Looking at the corpse, he kneels down, inspecting it. Staring at the Indian man's body as if a child first discovers something. Like a child, he grasps the Indian man's knife, eyes tracing at it. It was a cleaver. Sharp, pretty sharp. Good for chopping up through bones. To cleave right through flesh. The man couldn't have picked a perfect weapon for assassination, but using it is an entirely different thing. A tool is useless were it with the wrong owner. A dull knife could be used effectively were it in the right hands and cleave right through a man's heart.
Shifting his weight, he pushed his leg against the floor, standing up. The cleaver was brought to his waist, to the belt. The ring was opened up, with the thin iron locking unto the cleaver. A good weapon, better than a machete. Better suited to close ranged fighting. An experimental way to kill. For now, he has a visitor. Deadened blue eyes shifting to the side, silently brooding as he stared right through Yubi, albeit in a creepy fashion. ". . . . . . . ."
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Yubi Xiao-Li
Chinese Dynasty
[M:2327]
"I'm like the wind, all I want is to be free"
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Aug 10, 2009 21:06:33 GMT -5
Post by Yubi Xiao-Li on Aug 10, 2009 21:06:33 GMT -5
Blood. It was seen when one was in the military, often by ones ally, though some rarely got used to it. Many, despite knowing that it was to be expected, feared it. The way it oozed out of a body. Leaking to the floor as it pooled around the victim. Like it pooled out of the man in front of her. The assasin that had not been trained. If it weren't for his mouth perhaps he would not be on the floor, with blood surronding him, dead.
Indian, it seemed, was his nationality. Where he had gotten in mattered not. All that mattered was that he lay, on the floor, as nothing but a corpse. Yubi wondered, all though it was slight, if this man had a family. An important bond. Those thoughts though were nothing more than that. Thoughts. She doubted he would've done this mission so foolishly if he had one. Perhaps a pawn then. Someone to use and then throw away when needed. Or perhaps. He mearly had given up living and decided to die trying to assainate a Major. Though trying was used loosely. As the attempt would've never worked. Yubi could assure that.
Yellow eyes looked up and met with the deadened blue eyes of the Major. She had long since gotten used to the dead look of Jeagar. ". . . . . . . ." Yubi had also gotten used to the silence. It was, admittedly, part of the reason she worked better with him. She may be carefree at heart but when in the field it helped her to have the quietness.
"It seems as though the Indians are getting more bold with their moves." Yubi spoke quietly. Her voice, somehow, still contained that airy quality despite the situation. Yellow eyes turned their attention back to the corpse. "Not neccesarily wiser...but bolder all the same." And it was only a matter of time before one of them got smart and was able to kill one of them. Or worse yet. Not act in the open and secretely build like the Black Knights.
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Lei-Ling Zhuo
Chinese Dynasty
Vanguard to Empress Tianzi[M:3636]
Everything can be explained. Everyone is predictible.
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Aug 10, 2009 22:16:55 GMT -5
Post by Lei-Ling Zhuo on Aug 10, 2009 22:16:55 GMT -5
Normally the Empress’ guard hated to be away from her charge, but her presence had been requested in India to consult on the best way to execute a thorough search of the zone for hidden bunkers since there had been increased rebel activity… or some such nonsense. Lei-Ling hardly thought that it was necessary for her to come all the way here, but her precious Empress had insisted. Were the other tacticians all completely incompetent? Well… yes but that was hardly the point. It was a search mission for crying out loud. How difficult could it possibly be? Just drop some bombs… it’ll go faster. Guarantee that the little ants would come running from their hills at that point. But the Empress wouldn’t approve of such unnecessary hostility, so Lei-Ling had refrained from offering her wonderful suggestion.
What she had suggested however, was that they get some spies and assassins of their own to mingle with the common people. Plant a mole. Simple enough for the other strategists to handle she thought. Well, they might have understood it, but they shot down the suggestion giving some ridiculous reason that it would take too long. That was about as much as Lei-Ling was willing to sit for. Considering that the rest of the plans made no logical sense at all, Lei-Ling had soured the mood in the room completely and slipped out of the meeting right before the projectiles started being thrown. Normally she might have stayed to watch, but she couldn’t sit in a room with half a dozen old men. The air was… unpleasant.
Now however she was left walking the tower alone in search of entertainment. She was half tempted to grab a random soldier to play with for an hour or so, but she hadn’t found anyone worth while. “The soldiers in China are better to look at.” Lei-Ling complained. For an unstable zone, there sure wasn’t much going on, and the trip was proving most uneventful and certainly not worth leaving her Empress alone. The separation alone was souring Lei-Ling’s mood considerably. She would have felt better if her precious charge had come with her, but she had refused. With nothing else to do, Lei-Ling was about two steps away from calling Anderson and demanding that he introduce a plague or something equally terrible in India.
Fortunately for Lei-Ling, and the country of India, one of her favorite lollipops happened to be stuck here with her: Yubi Xiao-Li. A safe distance away and out of sight, Lei-Ling investigated the treat further. Yellow of course. The lilac was interesting, but what appealed to Lei-Ling more was the touch of green at the edge. The blue swirl next to her was easy to identity. Just cerulean. Lei-Ling’s pet project. De-activating her geass, Lei-Ling bounded down the walkway and sprang up onto Jeagar’s back, happily attaching herself around his neck. “Well, at least someone else is sharing my misery.” She said with a smile as she glanced to Yubi. “I wasn’t interrupting anything was I?” Salmon eyes glanced between the girl and her own current perch. A moment later, Lei-Ling noticed a fourth party with them. Dead. Bleeding. She pouted. “You both went hunting without me! You’d best promise me a taste of the next quarry.”
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Aug 10, 2009 22:45:45 GMT -5
Post by jeager on Aug 10, 2009 22:45:45 GMT -5
"It seems as though the Indians are getting more bold with their moves." Most agreeable indeed on that statement, the Indians are getting desperate now, they'll try anything to disrupt the military. The aura of imposing iron will is being felt, and they know it. "Not necessarily wiser...but bolder all the same." A nod follows from the statement from the Major, taking a quick glance at the dead Indian man. By then, the blood was coagulating into a thickened mass, an indication that he is going through post mortum. Also an indication that he will most definitely begin to smell and eventually rot. Best for the guards to pick him up by now, not that the Major minds the smell, he has no opinion on it, no real opinion that is. No disgust. He cannot process such a thing known as feelings.
The entire region will perhaps become a hotbed of rebel activities, like cornered rats, they'll bite and they'll bite hard when forced upon a corner. The dead Indian would-be assassin was a true testament to that, and were he wiser, a simple knife wouldn't have sufficed in dealing with this Major. A gun would've have done a better job at it. But now, he is dead and the Major isn't. "....This isn't the first one and won't be the last..." He muttered under his breathe in his Deustch, not intended for Yubi to hear, simply a self-reminder of waht is to happen of India. Just as Area 11 is a problem for the Britannians with the constant civil disobedience and soon a rebellion will follow by a most interesting group of relics of the past taking the label of Black Knights. India will follow suit, history repeats itself, and in this instance, the same methods endow the same results.
He felt a tight pull around his neck followed by a hefty weight, slightly pulling him down as his weight shifts more to his back, “Well, at least someone else is sharing my misery.” A familiar voice, it was the Vanguard of the Empress, he recognizes the tone, a blank stare shoots from the corner of his eyes, locked on Lei-Ling Zhao as farthest as he could, his head snapping to the leftmost. A woman of high ranking, more capabilities on learning new skills with the high rank, her emotional mood swing that he has heard and saw during the war meetings is a flaw in itself. Is misery what he is feeling at the moment? Her description makes it seem so, but just how does one feel misery? Know that they are feeling it? Something that he lacks, emotions and feelings, therefore it is what he cannot describe.
Tapping twice on her wrists that encircles his throat, it was just his gesture to release. Reserved nature presenting him more of a listener than a talker. “I wasn’t interrupting anything was I?” This statement followed by something more along the lines of, “You both went hunting without me! You’d best promise me a taste of the next quarry.” A hunt? This wasn't a hunt, simply self-defense, the Major once more taps on her wrists once again, finding his oxygen intake lesser than the norm. But then, knowing the Vanguard through a series of observations, she is one for 'fun', and this should be considered 'fun' for her, and as such, she is stubborn, at least in his thoughts. This will take long.
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Yubi Xiao-Li
Chinese Dynasty
[M:2327]
"I'm like the wind, all I want is to be free"
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Aug 16, 2009 21:49:45 GMT -5
Post by Yubi Xiao-Li on Aug 16, 2009 21:49:45 GMT -5
Yubi's eyes watched as Lei-Ling jumped onto Jeager's back. “Well, at least someone else is sharing my misery.” Yubi smiled softly. It would seem Lei-Ling was not happy about being here. She watched as salmon eyes looked at her. Yubi curiously raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t interrupting anything was I?” Yubi snorted at that. As if there was anything to interrupt. Salmon eyes looked between her and Jeager as to prove a point. Let's see how long before she realizes the body. A moment past before she saw Lei-Ling pout. Yubi smirked. “You both went hunting without me! You’d best promise me a taste of the next quarry.” "In retrospect it was self-defense.....though he'd probably be dead either way."
Golden eyes watch as Jeager continues to tap on the Vanguard's wrists. She smiled. "I suggest you let go of Jeager before we end up with someone dead who isn't an Indian," Yubi said coyly "Their are so many other hunts for us and it'll be quicker if we have three instead of two." The green haired girl leaned back on the heels of her feet. Sighing she glanced around as she ran a hand through her hair. Her eyes held a little while on the body, which had by now was going through post mortum, and then settled onto the general area behind her. She let the silence fill up her ears. Her eyes moved from side to side as she observed. Tapping her foot the anklet on her ankle gave out a small ring. Finally stopping her eye movements she smirked.
"Anyone else have a feeling that we're being watched?" Yubi said as her smirk widened. "Cause it seems that a hunt will start soon."
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Lei-Ling Zhuo
Chinese Dynasty
Vanguard to Empress Tianzi[M:3636]
Everything can be explained. Everyone is predictible.
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Oct 24, 2009 23:03:28 GMT -5
Post by Lei-Ling Zhuo on Oct 24, 2009 23:03:28 GMT -5
Two taps on her wrists made salmon eyes turn back to Jeagar. Uncomfortable was he? Lei-Ling studied him for a while. Physically maybe. Not really emotionally. But she could fix that. It’d be fun to see what the major did then. “In retrospect it was self-defense.....though he'd probably be dead either way.”
“Oh? Self defense?” Lime green dotted the salmon in Lei-Ling’s eyes as her grin widened. “A nice excuse. No one would ever question such a response from you, Yubi honey. We’ll have to make sure that you’re with us when we go hunting now won’t we?” Leaning forward, Lei-Ling reached out and lightly tapped Yubi’s nose.
"I suggest you let go of Jeager before we end up with someone dead who isn't an Indian."
“Hm? Lime swirled eyes looked back to her perch with a sly smile. “Oh, he’s fine. He has a tongue to say when he’s in distress. Unless my mere presence has left you speechless?” Lei-Ling’s voice dropped to a purr and she trailed a finger down Jeagar’s cheek. “It’s been known to happen. I have that affect on people sometimes. Here, I’ll make you more comfortable.” She pulled herself up a bit on Jeagar’s shoulders so her arms didn’t strangle him, and let her arms hang down his chest. “Better?” The question was a whisper and the vanguard let her lips just brush the corner of Jeagar’s ear.
The ring of the lollipop’s anklet made Lei-Ling turn her head. She liked the chime. “Anyone else have a feeling that we’re being watched? Cause it seems that a hunt will start soon.”
“You’re precious, Lolli.” Lei-Ling leaned forward again and this time ran her fingers under Yubi’s chin, smiling at the smooth skin. It wasn’t unlike her beloved Empress’ skin. Twirling her fingers in Yubi’s hair, Lei-Ling brought a few locks to her lips to kiss. She paused for a moment, inhaling the lingering scent of the girl’s shampoo. The girl smelled of cherry blossom… Her Empress smelled of it too. “How would you like to play with me later tonight? Perhaps after our hunt.” Maybe then Lei-Ling wouldn’t be quite so lonely.
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Oct 27, 2009 22:30:11 GMT -5
Post by shenying on Oct 27, 2009 22:30:11 GMT -5
It was some distance away that a second assassin, accomplice to the dead man at Jaeger's feet, managed to make his way in. The Indian was over six feet tall and quite lean, and in addition to a curved, broad-bladed knife he carried a gun - a Britannian-manufactured assault rifle, with a suppressor.
The man perched in a tree, from which he had a clear view of his target: Lei-Ling Zhuo, vanguard to the Empress, and the foremost among the invaders. He muttered a prayer as he aimed the gun. A flash of pain, a quick spurt of blood. The gun fell through the branches and clattered to the ground.
A small, sharp blade had embedded itself in the back of the assassin's hand. The tiny, leaf-shaped withdrew itself, the long line that held it retracting and winding across its wielder's wrist, slipping from sight inside the black sleeves.
"Crap," the woman muttered to herself. "And I was aiming for his throat. Guess I still need some practice with this thing." Li Xiulan stood in the shadow of another tree, not too distant. She'd been sitting down leaning against the tree, when she saw the hulking killer slip into the complex and slide up into the tree. As he went up, she watched him and when she caught the glint of the weapon, she struck. The man jumped to the ground, went for his gun.
This time, the sheng biao struck its target, slamming into the gun and damaging it - not much, but enough that it wouldn't fire. The man lunged, running with a feral, raging cry, aiming to attack this small, lean girl who had dared to interfere with his sacred mission. From his eyes, Xiulan guessed that this fool was doped to the gills on hash, like so many of his kin. He charged, knife drawn. Xiulan was not tall, lean, lithe and from all appearances not particularly strong.
He never made it closer than four feet from his target before his head rolled off his neck and hit the ground, the teeth still bared in an expression of drug-crazed rage. Xiulan wasn't a large woman. But despite her small size she'd been practicing with the heavy, six-foot cavalry spear almost every moment she could since she first wielded it five years prior, when she'd gored open her own father. By now she was an expert in its use. It had been leaning against the tree, freshly sharpened and still unsheathed - she was going to clean the blade before storing it. She swung the guan dao two-handed, the heavy blade shearing through the killer's spine like a hot knife through butter. Spraying blood from the neck, the assassin's corpse hit the ground.
"Stupid, drug-addled fool." she mumbled. "should've known better. Idiocy may not be a crime in the legal sense, but it remains punishable by death all the same." She wiped the blade clean, then slid the thick, close-fitting leather cover over it and snapped it closed. She then pulled out and cleaned the tiny rope-dart, then she sat back down against the tree and began to sharpen the small blade.
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Oct 30, 2009 21:34:22 GMT -5
Post by kelan on Oct 30, 2009 21:34:22 GMT -5
Ke-Lan had walked out of the facility in time to witness Xiulan's altercation with the assassin. Ke-Lan had calmly stood at the doorway, watching in silence, never even bothering to reach for her gun at her hip, under her coat.
Once the assassin was neutralized Ke-Lan made her presence known by simply walking over to the corpse, looking down at it with cold eyes, almost like a butcher sizing a pig before slicing it. Ke-Lan was wearing a button-down steel-blue shirt and matching white slacks, along with a light coat of the same color, bearing the insignia of the Research and Development department. On her feet she wore boots, like any other member of the military. Ke-Lan's uniform was immaculate. She finally turned her cold blue eyes to Xiulan, watching her sharpen the small bladed weapon on a string she had used to damage the assassin's weapon. How... unorthodox. Such primitive weaponry in this day and age... it peaked Ke-Lan's curiosity. She remembered seeing Xiulan's picture in the staff records, which she traditionally perused meticulously. An old habit from her research facilities.
Ke-Lan took out a small communicator, pressing a button and monotonously stating, "I need a cleanup in the courtyard. Take the body to laboratory 3." It wasn't long before two corporals and three lab techs were there, picking up the body and cleaning the mess. Ke-Lan walked closer to Xiulan, her expression ever emotionless, "Major Li Xiulan... am I correct?" her lips curled into the faintest ghost of a smile, "May I congratulate you on a wonderful job at exterminating this barbaric insurgent... but if I may ask... why do you use these outdated weapons?" The coldness in Ke-Lan's eyes faded slightly, showing a hint of curiosity.
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Nov 8, 2009 21:31:36 GMT -5
Post by lloyd on Nov 8, 2009 21:31:36 GMT -5
"It's because it reflects tradition, Doctor." With a dull thunk, a tomahawk flew out of nowhere, striking a nearby Mango tree as Kayeri walked from out of the darkness from where he had watched. Compared to the gleaming guns held by his two Sikh bodyguards, the tomahawk looked like the Geico Caveman next to Austria's Knightmare Ace, Schwarzenegger. Without the 15% in 15 minutes thing, of course. Kayeri calmly yanked the tomahawk out as he looked at the body. He winced slightly as he saw something white sticking out of the assassin's back. "Though personally, I would rather be killed with a gun, just so at my funeral people will be looking at my body instead of my body bag." Kayeri poked at the body slightly with his boot. "Naturally, you don't look quite as dashing with half your body elsewhere." By the cough that echoed emphatically from his bodyguard, talking about post-mortem appearances was a less-than-thrilling. "Well, anyway...though I shouldn't be talking, it's rather unusual to see you away from the homeland, Doctor." India had never been the most peaceful of places, and now, it was still a thorn in the Federation's side. While the formation of the two Pakistans had effectively reduced a large portion of the insurgents, there were still more than a billion Indians, and if one in a million was an insurgent, that still left 1,000 all over the place. After all, a gentleman does not stand under a crumbling wall.
Yet, as Kayeri looked around at the crowd, the Doctor was not the only one out of sorts. "Did I miss an invitation to this particular tea party?" There was that Central European Mercenary Kayeri had met in Korea and whom had helped recover the Getter Reactor from the renegade Dr. Hinimari. Then there were two soldiers whom Kayeri knew by face, if not by name. Lastly, there was--"Is the empress out here to somewhere as well, Miss Lei?" Lei Ling-Zhuo--the personal bodyguard of the Empress of China.
Personally, Kayeri was less than enthusiastic about knowing the Vanguard of the Empress personally. It wasn't her personality or looks--being head of a military division completely made out of either Eunuchs or Women (After the lese noblesse of Li Xing-ke, the Imperial Government had made sure that fertile males were kept as far away from the empress as possible) did have its job requirements. Yet there was something about here--something about her perfection and the fact that she was the subject of every other Chinese Grunt's personal fantasy that suggested something else. The way she had fought had certainly confirmed Kayeri's reasons. When she killed, it was not like Kayeri or the other soldier, with deliberation. It was not in the same fashion of Jeager, who simply did it because he was paid to, or even Josef Gauron, who enjoyed killing people. Lei Ling-Zhuo killed like how people brushed their teeth or changed their clothes. Killing was like simply any organ of a body. And someone who saw the process of sowing death as a trivial thought scared Kayeri. It was the grisly job of the Iroquois Special Forces that made him turn instead to Knightmare piloting--Knightmare combat was conducted from behind a mask of metal, and you could always imagine whoever was on the other side to be some ugly, demonic being or not even a human at all. If killing become simply something you do every day, wouldn't someone known for her impulsiveness such as Lei Ling be more than tempted to use it without hesitation? Lei Ling-Zhuo may be a perfect soldier and bodyguard, but for a politician raised on books such as Kayeri, this was something that he would never understand.
Putting on his regular cheerful expression, Kayeri glanced once more at the body and then at the assembled people. "The Empress' bodyguard, a normally reclusive doctor, an Austrian mercenary, a soldier who wouldn't look out of place in the Han dynasty, and a military adviser, all killing insurgents in the middle of Calcutta. Perhaps it is a case of killing a chicken with an Ox-slayer--or, in a more modern term, an elephant with a missile?"
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Nov 13, 2009 16:22:16 GMT -5
Post by jeager on Nov 13, 2009 16:22:16 GMT -5
"I suggest you let go of Jeager before we end up with someone dead who isn't an Indian." Wise words spoken out of the usually quiet Lieutenant, Yubi, his superior in rank. Reasons why she held such a high rank shown through the smart advice to give out, were it the case to be considered smart.
"Hm? Oh, he’s fine. He has a tongue to say when he’s in distress. Unless my mere presence has left you speechless? It’s been known to happen. I have that affect on people sometimes. Here, I’ll make you more comfortable." Upon loosening from him, the soldier didn't show much of a reaction besides a blink from his normally stoic features. "Better?" He gave the slightest of nods to that quarry, it will suffice for now.
The entirety of his time was spent in indifference. Not listening to the 'intimacy' taking place between his Lieutenant and the Vanguard of the Empress, or whatever ordeal they are engaging in, he soon found himself surrounded by a sea of people he knew, all gathered in one place. It was really quite inconvenient, especially given that there are still some Indian insurgents in one of the last strongholds of India, given that the Chinese were forced out of a large portion of India many decades ago. A setback on their part as a large territory along with some Chinese prestige has taken place.
The loss of a large territory meant that many Indians are motivated to rejoin their country at last through these acts of assassinations on prominent military officers, such as he and the rest gathered here. Quite an inconvenient plan considering that most of the important Chinese officials are right here, can be taken down in one fell swoop. Best to raise his guard for now and put an earnest extra effort into slaughtering the Indians, vermin are best deterred with the loss of their life or so Jeager learnt.
A sudden flash of light brought Jeager's attention to the distance from the building, and there it was the assassin was dead. Somehow everyone was to near the three, namely the Major, the Vanguard and the Lieutenant. There was a recluse of enthusiastic greetings, joveliries and the appearance of a chief of science accompanied by the Chinese politician, Kayeri Brent as he'd like to be called.
A military style salute quickly inclined Jeager's hand to his crown to Brent. It was not that he respected him, considering that he has no concept of respect, rather, he was simply told to do this. Such as killing others, killing them with not even the slightest feeling of remorse all in the name of preserving the Federation. Either ways, he brushed off most of the comments coming from Kayeri. They were simply unnecessary speech. Quite unpreferable.
"Hail." He quietly said, fierce eyes simply staring at Kayeri... or rather, through him. Though this was soon cut short as a sniper shot whizzed right past Jeager's head. An old sniper from the sound of it. It flung his hat away from his head as his blonde hair unruffled, not held back anymore. From this, he pulled Kayeri from his back, pushing him down so that he takes cover. It was done with immense calculations, not even hesitation on his part. No fear, no anxiety, simply a driven determination to root out the rebels... as it turned out... things have gotten a lot worse.
With that, he faced the guard behind him, he needn't not worry about the rest as they are perfectly capable of fighting against the rebel assassins sent to hound them. Pulling out the guard's scoped Gauss rifle, he aims it at the rebel which is to say all the way down, at a building adjacent to theirs. Another high point, yet what would be a distress to others isn't that there was one assassin, but several. By the Austrian's guess, around 30 at the most. Apparently the presence of those prominent figures in the area being so easily uncovered can lead to one thing; there is a mole.
The Major simply aimed his rifle, practiced his sight on the sniper, and with a simple squeeze of the trigger, shot a pulsating energy that soon glassed off the assassin's head. He was sizzling hot with plasma. Dead. The same could not be said of the others. Yet all of this was done with precision, the Major had not even flinched, only that there was a machine-like efficiency that stems from the soldier.
"It seems the insurgency is larger than it is to be expected..." Cryptically said the Major, standing right in front of Kayeri to take any shots for him as a human shield. The priority would be that he opted better to live than the soldier, he has importance in politics and a say in national affairs. The Auxiliary doesn't.
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Aloysius Drebbel
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Britannian Chief of Science[M:4404]
The proof of the pudding is in the eating~
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Feb 10, 2010 19:36:34 GMT -5
Post by Aloysius Drebbel on Feb 10, 2010 19:36:34 GMT -5
-Topic finished-
Jeager: (1792 Words, Normal RP) 189 Exp, 189 Credits [+10] Yubi Xiao-Li: (632 Words, Normal RP) 73 Exp, 73 Credits [+10] Lei-Ling Zhuo: (910 Words, Normal RP) 101 Exp, 101 Credits [+10] Ke-Lan Ling-Shio: (289 Words, Normal RP) 29 Exp, 29 Credits
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