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Post by Logan Shivers on Jun 9, 2016 17:28:25 GMT
Logan smiled at seing Oquan recover and his eyes clear.
A sharpness came over the Wookie and Adde no longer had to hold him upright.
"well, now that you have your wits about you fuzzy face, how about you find yourself a second, and take on myself and Adde? make it a bit more fun?"
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Jun 9, 2016 21:59:35 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 9, 2016 21:59:35 GMT
Julio got up for a second with the DY still in hand, holding his head with the other.
"Did he stop yelling yet?"
Brunyr looked at him with a tired face.
"Dumbass"
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on Jun 10, 2016 1:42:17 GMT
Syke looked at the man in the suit inquisitively trying to size him up.
"Ive got all the fancy toys that I'd ever need but I'm always willing to have a look" he said to the man boldly.
"Anyone care to join me? If I'm not in the market for whatever my fine friend here is selling, then maybe one of you are?" he said to the group with him.
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Post by Oquan Tangin Bacca on Jun 11, 2016 17:05:45 GMT
Oquan laughed and slapped Logan on the shoulder, "I could whip ya both, of course, but I think you have a good idea there!"
He took out his comm link and send out a general call for anyone interested in joining the fighter duel.
"Let's see who else has arrived and is looking for a bit of fun!"
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Jun 11, 2016 22:39:53 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 11, 2016 22:39:53 GMT
Katsune inmediately got her hand up.
If i inform Jules of some good restricted tech offer i might earn a raise or two! - she thought as her feet walked next to Skye's and the gentleman's through a corridor of cargo boxes.
"You see. Mister Skye. Lady Hatsune" - he started as all three stopped by a lonely box by a crane.
"Katsune"
"This i have right here, is an X-45 sniper. Ultimate technology, a single unit available and the best of it all. A whopping 20,000,000 Credits for it. Cheap, isn't it? Come and check it out" - The man in the suit pulled what seemed to be a jet black sniper rifle in a pristine condition out of the box, then passed it to Skye.
That's cheaper than the CPM database average! Oh my. I must tell him, have him check if it's real and just wait for a raise if it is... - she pulled out her datapad before noticing something weird on the screen's reflection. A figure stalked from up high, behind what seemed to be a hanging flap. She opened her mouth, but the suit walked away while Skye examinated the rifle - Isn't it curious for him to leave customers alone with such a valuable product?
"Captain? Don't you think somethin' is off in here?" - Katsune grabbed a hold of her ELG as she started looking around nervously.
****
Julio came as his datapad informed of a new general call... just in front of him.
"Calm it down, gentlemen! We still have a good amount of time before some issues are solved. How about we go look inside some ship on the meantime?"
A white Consular-Class descended near, a red stripe painted on each side.
"That one, maybe? It looks nasty, just look at those guys. They look like they have fought a Galactic War!" - Brunyr remarked.
Indeed, a large crew descended. They all were dressed in all patched-up Corellian Power Armor sets and carried beige BT500 rifles around. Their leader, a bearded human looked around and noticed the group looking.
"Howdy! Wanna come closer and talk? My name is James Hyperswift and i have commanded this legendary group of leggionaires for ages. So if you don't mind listening to some nice stories, you can hang out with us"
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on Jun 12, 2016 1:29:48 GMT
Skye noted that something was off the moment he took hold of the rifle. He had handled many X-45s and Nightstingers throughout his years in AMC's Mobile Infantry. This gun was too light and the stock was made of the wrong material. It was a fake! His initial impression took but a mere split second to realize and seeing Katsune reach for her ELG confirm it.
"Yes, you are right! Very off! The rifle is worthless!" he said, throwing it to the ground and grabbing his own ELG. He looked up as Katsune pointed her gun up towards the figure she saw in the datapad's reflection. Knowing that at least she would be able to provide cover fire from any threat from above, he then swung his body around and shielded her with his massive frame which was still clad in heavy battle armor and looked for any threats from the direction where the man in the suit had retreated to. ELG in hand and in a combat stance he gazed down the corridor of boxes wishing that he hadn't left his heavy battle helmet on board his ship!
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Jun 12, 2016 3:04:00 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 12, 2016 3:04:00 GMT
Katsune suddenly thought of something and told Skye.
"Captain! I don't think it's gonna be gun fire falling over us if we don't move!"
From up high the Cathar held her laughter until she lost it and laughed maniatically.
"Armor? Like that could save nya, sweetie. You are facing gravitatorial law today!"
With the press of a button the crane's cabin blew up entirely and the mechanic arm got loose while she jumped and landed on top of a container with a chrome staff in hand. While the winglet completely missed both Kat and Skye, the arm caught three bystanders. The Cathar jumped down the container and started walking towards a corridor before stopping and challeging Skye.
"Your call, Captain. Help them? Fight me? Only one thing you can do!"
But Katsune fired a pretty quick barrage holding her ELG one-handed and with a strange look in her face, blowing the staff off her hands and taking her by surprise.
"Who would have told i would find your kind of scum in such a quiet job as it's being a secretary... After everything i have been through, you show up again. But you keep being nothing more than a nuisance and today i will prove it again for the gods to hear me!"
As she said this she pulled a second ELG and reloaded the first, but the Cathar ran straight for her head and drawed her unconscious with a blunt hit, her two silver pistols lying in the floor. She disappeared from sight and reappeared standing over the fallen arm and it's prisoners.
"Odds have been put where they belong again and that bothers you, i meow. Things always were unfair amongst your kind for us. Why not turn the table?"
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on Jun 13, 2016 20:24:15 GMT
Even without his helmet, Skye had plenty of mech and tech and on his body. He bend down and quickly made sure that Katsune was only unconscious and not badly injured and at the same time he grabbed his personal communicator, snapped a quick high-res image of the Cathar standing aloft the fallen arm and send it with his coordinates with a general distress signal to all AMC personal with a 3 square mile radius.
"That ought to buy me some help" he thought to himself standing again and facing his adversary and pointing his ELG at her.
"What do you hope to accomplish here? What is your end-game? You are surrounded by AMC Legionnaires!" he bellowed as he lined up his shot.
Knowing that she was quick and would certainly jump at the sight of his volley, he aimed a body's length away from her in the direction that he thought most probable for her escape.
He squeezed the trigger and 4 rounds flashed from the barrel towards the target.
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Jun 14, 2016 1:29:33 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 14, 2016 1:29:33 GMT
Skye's prediction was not wrong as her legs bended almost instantly to jump, and as she did it, three shots kept flying through the air while one landed on her chest, right on a plate made of Durasteel which sneaked behind her trenchcoat. Landing on Katsune's dropped datapad, her knee plates tore it to pieces. As she got up again with a smile, her voice turned bubbly and playful, so much it was just off context to hear it from a knife wielding assasin.
"Outstanding accuracy, Captain! By the way, be sure to tell me when we're doing the next photoshoot, so i take off some clothing for the camera, heheh!"
Taking out a large knife which seemed to be a miniature sword, she charged again and sliced the ELG's cannon before aiming for Skye's massive arms and having his armor throw sparks around. After this she stood next to the huge winglet she had intended to use as a deadly hazard and taunted Skye with her normal voice, if not a little more shady.
"Let's see how well you do without your precious toy, you gun wielding coward!"
One of the bystanders caught by the fallen arm heard her and his anger sparked up.
"You dare call gunslingers, cowards?! Come at me, i'll end your life in a second, you filthy knifeologyst!"
"Calm down, Tommy. Nobody cares if you're from the National Blaster Association, for we are TRAPPED UNDER A FUCKING...!"
****
As Brunyr talked with James, Julio looked at his face carefully before having his datapad light up violently with an important message and a photo.
"Where have i seen him before... Oh, an alert?"
When he saw it, his face turned to one filled with anger.
"I poke my head out of the gutter for one freakin' second and fate shovels shit in my face! Brunyr! Call Kat and have her tell me the situation. She's there already"
"Um, Jules? Her datapad got destroyed. You can see it in the newsfeed"
"Shit. Have the Elites go to her last known location and have them do what they gotta do to get her back, INMEDIATELY! We're too far away to be of any physical help"
"Done. Troy from the Mobile Corps is in the place with the Prime Executor and requests permission to move to the place of the incident"
"Denied. Have him guard Nimm well until the Elites arrive and erase that troublemaker from existance"
As Julio and Brunyr discussed, James approached Oquan and Logan.
"Well you heard those guys. Whatever's come up, somebody will solve it for ya. Come inside! We can tell you about that time we crash landed on Derra then caught a flu and had to battle some terrorists from our deathbeds"
****
In a neighbouring hangar to the one the Mobura was docked in, jet black BARC Speeders took off at high speed with WSDF troopers riding them. Their helmets and uniforms were the same as a normal trooper, with the exception of some golden accents here and there with a matching visor. As the lead pilot kept accelerating, the trooper behind loaded two golden DY225 pistols before smiling and saying something over the radio.
"Ahhh, ain't this a good time to die already? I think it is for some ass troublemaker right there"
He looked at the Veltraa which was easy to spot from afar with a bloodthirsty expression and finished loading an E-11B after the pair of pistols, as a squadron of N1s passed right over their heads in time for a little show.
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Post by Logan Shivers on Jun 14, 2016 20:09:16 GMT
The distress signal did not just go out in a 3 mile radius on the planets surface, but also upwards. There, in low atmospheric orbit, one of Pitch Blacks newest ships awaited its turn to make an entrance and impress the crowds. The Necromancer was a Crusader class cruiser, fully battle ready and holding a squad of Torrent fighters as well as a wing of Toscans. None had been afforded a custom paint job as yet, the ships where all polished durasteel.
Janev sat at the helm and reacted to the distress signal with a speen that only years of experience in battle situations could give. Commands for the Necromancer to enter a dive were issued at the same time as a general launch for the two fighter squadrons.
The pilot obeyed the order, but also posed a question.
"Slight overkill for a one person attack on the surface sir?"
"Don't care bout the cat, but do you think that they will be on their own, in a place full of AMC hardware? No, I am hedging my bets there is more to this, and if not... well, it will be an entry not many will forget wont it!"
The Necromancer screamed down, belching out fighters that fomed a perimeter first around the descenting cruiser, then around the huge starport. The pilots keeping their eye out for anything out of the ordinary.
The Necromancer came to a sharp halt five hundred feet directly above the starport, its weapons hot and its scanners working on overdrive keeping account of every moving bit of metal in the air, and some on the ground.
***
Logan did not like the look of this new group of mercenaries... He knew he had pushed the tolerance of the AMC to its limits with his antics at times, and with his... different approach to things, but he also knew that the Triumvirate did not take too kindly to shoddy armour repairs and bad weapon maintenance. This wasa mercenary group that took care of its hardware, not a shoddy second rate pirate outfit. He gave Oquan a look, one that he knew the Wookie would pick up on and passed his bottle of redmist to the newcomer.
"care to join us in a drink old fella?"
The man accepted the bottle and in that moment of distraction Logan had his Rykk out and the extremely sharp pointy end jabbed into the mans throat, not so hard as to injure, but enough to make damn sure he knew it was there.
"now, how about you tell your boys and girls over there to gently put their weapons down huh? You see, I sort of forgot my armour and all that shitty weaponry is giving me the creeps, who knows when one might fire accidentally eh?"
Adde had pulled out a pair of K-23's and was pointing them over at the patchy armoured soldiers, waiting to see what they did.
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Jun 15, 2016 2:26:32 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 15, 2016 2:26:32 GMT
James was caught completely off-guard.
"Whoa, what the hell is wrong with you? Just because it looks crappy it doesn't mean you gotta criticize so bad! Geez, you guys take 'style over function' all the way in the AMC"
Brunyr walked to the place, with Julio next to him.
"But you're AMC. You said you commanded a unit of legionnaires. Or have i drank too much, Jules?"
"Oh, i remember now! A Legionnaire is a rank between the forces of the AMC, am i right? It's been a while since the last time we encountered mercenaries of your kind. We're more interested in the REAL thing, you know"
"That explains the Captains' reaction. Indeed, an AMC unit would look not as deplorable as this group does" - Julio threw a counterattack to James' taunt without looking up, as he watched dozens of soldiers start swarming the Veltraa through radar information in his Datapad.
James grinned and got rid of Logan's Rykk as the soldiers in the background lowered their rifles.
"That's because we fight better than you do, Mr. Fancy Suit, and without need for shooty coward guns. You'll see it soon, unless you want a demonstration now"
"I'm having a bad feeling about this, but don't worry" - Julio got really close to James and whispered in his ear next - "just give me a reason and watch it all happen"
He walked back next to his friends and looked at a snap he had took of James' face when a match came up in his private database.
"Thatta boy"
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Post by Logan Shivers on Jun 16, 2016 17:09:22 GMT
Logan was not overly clear on what was going on, but it was not something he liked.
There was too much strangeness around... he kept his blade out and ready, depite it being a little further from James now, it was more than ready to strike. With his other hand he took out his comm and patched through to Max.
"Hey boss, its your overly suspicious gutter fighter here... mind heading on over to our location and sorting out some ID issues we appear to be having?"
Logan was not much for banter with people he did not like, and there was something about this lot he did not like, AMC friendly or not.
If a member of the Triumvirate Council could not put an end to this... misunderstanding, nobody could... and Logan had probably had just about enough to drink to be relishing the thought of a good fight right now.
Adde, ever the calmer of the two, stood his ground passively, appearing to be relaxing but in fact was taking the opportunity to set up his comm to auto report... and once done, everything that was going on in this location would be relayed back to the Necromancer for Janev to be kept appraised. Might come in handy that.
Pitch Black had not survived the darkness before AMC by being lapse.. and had brought that suspicious, cynical and violent edge to good use as part of the AMC mix. This would not be the time to let the Alliance down!
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Jun 18, 2016 3:56:40 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 18, 2016 3:56:40 GMT
As a shot barely missed her, the cat was shouted at by the leading Elite, seven AMC Leggionaires, five WSDF Troopers and Troy behind.
"Surrender now, terrorist! You have nowhere to go!" - the Elite aimed down the sights of his two pistols.
"I might not, but what i'm fighting for will make me a way out. It can buy anything but love, after all" - the Cathar talked alone.
"KAT! Shit, wake up!" - Troy tried to return Kat conscious, but failing to do so he took her in arms and ran off the scene.
"Well, time's long gone. But i still have a chance" - the cat pulled out Katsune's ELG and took a shot for a box full of flammable goodies. It turned out to be part of a perimeter set up with boxes of the same category and content, which resulted on an imposing wall of fire locking her and Skye alone - "I'm still waiting for your move, dead and all"
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As James' got more and more attention from their targets, he started to come closer to Julio. He was the reason he had come so far, let alone conduct this whole operation. He nearly killed Julio. Julio nearly killed him. Now it was the time and place it would all come to a definite end. Checking his comm something appeared.
/Cipher: the Fire has been triggered. Time for B, approach w/ caution and open fire, i'll be there in some minutes
/Sentinel: fuck caution already. i'm clipping them
James suddenly pulled out a DH-17 and opened fire on Julio.
"THE SUIT'S ALL MINE!"
But Julio had grabbed his 22T4 already and countered James' shot with his own as the impostors had grabbed their weapons and aimed for Captain Shivers and Tanginbaca. He had been watching the whole time with a mirror concealed in a sleeve.
"Hahahahahahaha! Still want to play, Joe?! Or will you use your head THIS SINGLE TIME and run before i blow everyone's heads out the way i did it already?! HUH?!"
"I would tell you to fight like the man you're not. But what can i say? You cost me an arm!"
"Proper punishment! Now dodge this!"
Joe and Julio fired more shots each as they said all of this, attacking and countering respectively until Julio fired a full-auto barrage with his golden DH-17 in the other hand, his face filled with malice, thirsty of revenge. It had been a whole time since that night he was beaten up so hard, he came back and severed Joe's arm clean with a K-43.
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Post by Nimm Proga on Jun 18, 2016 5:45:38 GMT
A single shot rips through the air and the man exchanging fire with the shooter's friend falls to the ground with a cry of pain, and a voice is heard over the comms. "Got him. Julio, everyone alright down there?"
Far down the way, a shadow separates itself from a darkened alcove on the roof, and Nimm Proga steps forwards into the light, X-45 held high and aimed to the sky. The Duros salutes to his friends and compatriots on the ground before taking a few more shots at the cronies who were now beginning to scatter with their worsened odds. The man moves for his weapon, dropped after having been shot in the leg, but thinks better of it when Nimm aims carefully and sends the blaster skittering away. "Our friend just doesn't know when to give up, does he?" Julio laughs at this. "Joe is just that kind of man, Nimm. You're similarly stubborn in that sense. By the way, you're late. As usual." Nimm can only smile at his friend's words. "My apologies, I was held up and wasn't able to catch up with you all back at the ships. I was contacted by my friends in hyperspace. We'll have some more allies on the ground soon enough as I asked my people at GTT to bring a few ships for the show. I didn't know that my soldiers would be needed, but I'm certainly glad I asked them along anyways. I must introduce you to them, we've been through a lot throughout the years."
As he says this, Nimm closes his comm channel and hops back into his blindingly bright Longprobe, headed back for the docking pads. He puts the fighter down just as two massive blue ships, the great Crusader-class Corvettes Trádálaí and Lochlannach are now finalizing docking procedures. The Prime Executor strides up to the lowering boarding ramp and is greeted by the metallic sounds of clanking footsteps. Twelve shadows are seen in silhouette before the forms continue down the ramp with a great issuing of greetings. Nimm smiles and spreads his arms wide, addressing the navy blue Corellian power armor-clad Duros that now stand before him with a wide variety of weapons being leaned upon and tossed around amongst them. "It has been too long my brothers! How goes the private security?" One red skinned Duros steps forwards and claps a metal-clad hand onto Nimm's back with a wide smile. "Nimm! It's been far too long, you're absolutely right." He looks Nimm's bright armor over and chuckles. "Looking at you now, you'd hardly know you were a mercenary and not some kind of politician." The others laugh at that and Nimm looks sheepishly across at the lot of them. "Well.... I wouldn't say politician, but I'm not exactly strictly a fighter anymore. I head up the diplomatic corps here with the AMC nowadays. It seems there might be some amount of catchup."
The other Durese look at Nimm for a moment before they all burst out laughing. Tarek, the red Duros, claps Nimm's back a second time. "Why am I not surprised, Nimm? You always had a way with smooth talking. It only makes sense you're finally getting paid for it." They all laugh together and Proga finally clears his throat. "I'm afraid that it would seem the airshow I asked you all to come here for is not all that meets the eye. My friends with the AMC were attacked and I am skeptical of the men we only just subdued moments ago to be the last of our enemies. We will talk with my friend Julio and see what might be happening and done about these brazen fools." He pauses and eyes the red Duros' CVI Rotating Heavy Cannon and chuckles. "I'm sure you haven't changes, Tarek. You willing to get that BFG of yours warmed up for old time's sake?"
Terek gets a familiar glint in his eye and simply pull the weapon from its place on his back. "You know me too well, Nimm. Where are we headed?"
With that, the Durese all nod to one another and Tarek waves his arm forwards. A Kettrifee Air Mover comes down the ramp after the soldiers, and the men file onto the vehicle. Soon, they are on their way to where Julio and the others were last when the firefight broke out.
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Jun 18, 2016 14:04:28 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 18, 2016 14:04:28 GMT
Joe stood up quickly and his rage built up quickly.
"This is a new level of cowardy. You're not even shooting me yourself!"
"What the... you just got shot twice by a sniper rifle, THE SECOND BEST MODEL, you're conscious of that?"
"To be honest, i'm not even conscious of anything anymore! Hahahahah!"
As Joe grabbed his pistol and holstered it, Julio started to run to a catwalk. Joe followed with his fists held up high, but slower. He was extremely muscular. It made sense for him to have survived, but he was throwing little stains of blood as he ran.
Brunyr saw both jump over the corvette itself and run over it's roof while, from inside the ship, hundreds of soldiers in white trenchcoats and red armor came out wielding good, maintained weaponry.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUUUCK!?" - Brunyr disarmed one of them as it aimed towards him, Logan and Oquan with an all-chromed E-11B, then took shots with it as two Elite hoverbikes showed up.
"We heard the warning through the AMC's comm! Where did all of these assholes come from?!" - an Elite dual-wielding his EE-3 and an ELG asked as his three cronies opened heavy fire with a rocket launcher.
"Hell, that rhymed" - It was all Brunyr had for an answer.
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