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Post by wombat on May 9, 2009 10:09:45 GMT -5
Bishop hugged the wall as the spray of automatic fire blasted the door to pieces. He waited for the click of a rifle being reloaded - his cue to move in - but it didn't come. He inched forward to fire blindly around the door frame and hopefully prompt another harmless spray, but instead came face to face with the ingram-toting ork.
"Contact!"
Bishop grabbed at the muzzle of the SMG instinctively, wrenching it up to the ceiling and smashing the brute in the note with the butt of his pistol. Bishop dug in and tried to stand his ground, using the ork for cover as Peaches emerged through the doorway. But the heavy ork had the advantage of size and momentum and he and Bishop went crashing into the wall opposite. Bishop exhaled sharply as the impact knocked the wind from his lungs.
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Post by Blackout on May 9, 2009 10:36:11 GMT -5
The punks certainly weren't dumb punks, dumb punks don't know how to be that quiet, though the two at the other end of the corridor could do with a lesson in choosing the right gun for the right range. In that situation, Lance's instinct was to duck and cover and pick them off one by one from a doorway, but Bishop was getting stuck in which left him with little choice but to get involved. One advantage of the two orks entering the corridor, probably the only advantage, was that the other two were going to have to worry about shooting their friends. Since Bishop was grappling with the one, Lance dealt with Peaches while using the melee as cover from the two with pistols. Pouring all his attention into firing quickly and accurately, he fired four rapid shots into the ork to make damned sure that he didn't get to make use of that AK at such close range. He'd probably buy the guy a drink after, he was gonna get some serious bruises.
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Post by Braddoc on May 9, 2009 11:15:33 GMT -5
As Bishop was out of breath for a moment, the Ork saw a window and promptly kneed Bishop in the lower gut. The British was still holding his Imgram, and a little shake and a solid punch, send the man a few feet away on the ground. He shook his head for a moment, that pistol whipping was started to be felt after the initial adrenaline ran off. As Blackout shot 4 rounds into Peaches, the Ork move back a few steps..but the gel rounds seemed to only bounce off the Ork's torso, like they were shot on concrete. The Ork grunted from the pain, but doesn't go down; instead he raises his AK toward Blackout, letting loose 2 quick bursts out of his Assault Rifle. ((Just so you know about Peaches- theshadowrun.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=submit&action=display&thread=281 Yeah, tough Trog))
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Post by Blackout on May 11, 2009 15:10:04 GMT -5
Lance was only going to back Bishop up so far, there was no point sticking to your team when it meant everyone got fragged instead of just one of the team. Seeing Peaches eat up the bullets brought the situation into a new perspective. "Drek!" Lance was quick, even as a dwarf, but no-one could dodge bullets and Lance had commited himself to trying to bring Peaches down - mistakenly it seemed. He'd just about managed to start running for the nearest room when the first burst hit him in the side, but he scrabbled for all he was worth for the doorway despite the stinging agony of the growing bruises. The next burst wasn't so gentle, hitting him square in the back, and he staggered to the doorframe. His head hit the frame, and it was only momentum and good luck that meant he fell over into the room. Lance lay there, dazed and delirious with agony, and tried to look for cover. Realising he probably couldn't even stand to reach it anyway, Lance rolled over onto his back and pointed his gun at the doorway. He barely managed to raise his voice so he could be heard in the corridor, though the daze slurred out his alternative to everyone getting shot a few more times. "Dun s'pose a sunderer... surr... I c'n give up?" Thinking of other alternatives, Lance wondered if it would be cheating if he called Nitro and got her to haul ass up there with her autoshotgun. (soooooo outmatched there )
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Post by wombat on May 12, 2009 18:01:26 GMT -5
All Bishop could think of, as he skittered across the floor, was holding onto his gun and not rolling onto his shoulders and presenting his ass as a target. He was already taking aim before he even came to a stop, holding his breath to delay the winding effect that the ork's knee might have.
He aimed the pistol down towards his feet and sent three rounds towards the ork in rapid succession. There was a good chance Peaches was going to tag him with his AK, and on full auto at short range all of those gel rounds were going to sting considerably. It was the least he could do to take the ork out of the game before he joined in on the fun...
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Post by Crimson D on May 12, 2009 19:17:44 GMT -5
I stayed pressed on the wall when the rounds started flying but I had to admit it was almost as good as urban brawl. I wanted to jump into the fun but I was merely a observer. They were handing themselves quite well but with any fight the tide would keep turning until a clear victor emerged.
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Post by Braddoc on May 18, 2009 13:11:43 GMT -5
Bishop's rounds hit the gangr's leg, sending him to the ground, grasping his leg. Peaches popped a short burst of gel into Bishop, hitting him in the guts.
"Yer breether's all the same; even down you keep on shootin'. Well, you're dead now.'
He slings his AK and help you guys to get back up, alongside the gangers you've downed before taking you into the room he was hiding: there was a hole in the carped floor, where a rope ladder was. Downstairs was a small furnished apartment, nothing fancy, but enough to live in. "Y' guys want a beer or somethin'? 'Four told me you wanted to talk 'bout a kill house, Limey. So watcha had in mind?"
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Post by Blackout on May 19, 2009 3:12:21 GMT -5
It took Lance's disorientated mind a few seconds to register the shift from gunshots to words, during which the gun still wove from one side to the other facing the doorway. The rush slowly faded though, thoughts outside of immediate self-preservation were entertained, and he came to his senses. Thumbing the safety on, he did his best to haul himself to his feet and steadied himself on the doorframe for a few seconds while he worked out which way 'up' is. "Yeah, beer'd be good. To start." While still leaning on the doorway Lance edged out into the corridor and tried to keep his eyes focused on Peaches, looking for the telltale signs of the dermal plating that had to be there. "Drek, how wired up are you?"
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Post by Crimson D on May 19, 2009 20:04:29 GMT -5
Shade reappears from nowhere eating from a small bag of popcorn and drinking a soda. "Screw urban brawl, they should make a game out of this." He looked over at Peaches. "Can I get a copy of this?" He was clearly joking but you can't help but wounder where the popcorn came from.
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Post by Braddoc on May 24, 2009 12:29:54 GMT -5
"Me? Heh..I'm wired enough; half my face, my nerves and my skin; it's enough to go around, most of the time."
Small talk happens for a moment as you drink down a cold one or two. Then out of thin air, Shade appears. "Screw urban brawl, they should make a game out of this. Can I get a copy of this?"
He seems like he was joking about it, eating his pop-corn like it was nobody's business, but Peaches and the gangers were not joking around, leveling their SMGs and pistols at Shade. Peaches had his AK at the ready. "Better tell us why you're in here chump, or you'll fly off the window."
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Post by Blackout on May 24, 2009 16:51:09 GMT -5
The guy seemed like he had enough brains to back it up. At the least, he didn't talk like a dumb ork. Lance nodded at his answer and tapped the side of his head in response. "Mostly headware for me. I prefer to avoid the action." Lance's voice was still a bit slurred, he'd barely managed to stay conscious after being hammered by rubber bullets after all, but the immediate agony had passed and the beer was cushioning the ache of rapidly growing bruises.
He looked around at Shade's appearance, but just turned back to his drink once he saw who it was. If the mage was going to mess around with gangers, he'd have to talk his own way out of it.
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Post by Crimson D on May 24, 2009 18:48:22 GMT -5
"Nice to see you too peaches." Shade lifted his head and raised his hat a little. Peaches leaned for a closer look for a moment and sighed dropping his gun. The gangers followed suit. "Christ man, you almost gave me a heart attack." Shade smiled. "I thought you left." "Have you EVER gotten rid of me that easily?" "True enough... and I don't have camera's on this floor, uh, hey can I get in on some of that popcorn? It smells real." Shade held out the bag "One of the perks where I work, you get access to SOME real stuff now and again." Peaches reaches in and grabs what equates to a pinch for him. Shade pipes up teasing Peaches "-I'm not sharing my cola though." Peaches returns the teasing snapping his fingers.
"It's my expert opinion that Blackout has seen some action before. His aura spiked quite a bit. While not as disciplined as ours he has descent potential and if it's worth anything he gets my vote of confidence." He gives Blackout a thumbs up and promptly teases him "-but I'm not sharing my cola with him either."
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Post by wombat on May 25, 2009 1:44:21 GMT -5
"His skills are acceptable." Bishop agreed "My issue is with how long he'll stick around - we've gone through three prospectives in as many months, and all have disappeared without a trace with in-depth knowledge of our security procedures and defenses."
He turned to Blackout as he continued: "Not intending to be hostile, but if I had my way you would have restricted access until you'd proven yourself."
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Post by wombat on May 25, 2009 1:50:58 GMT -5
"Yes," Bishop said, sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs loosely "I want somewhere to train the group in room clearance tactics using live-round target exercises and drills similar to the one we just put Blackout through. We'll be noisy and we'll probably wreck the place on the odd occasion, will that be a problem?"
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Post by Crimson D on May 25, 2009 22:14:47 GMT -5
"I agree, restricting his access for a few months is a good way to go. I can easily find if he's a spy or not if your really that paranoid." It was no secret among the group that Shade could pry the truth from people. Peaches munched in the background, when he finished Shade was nice and held the bag out again. Peaches took another pinch which left one last hand full for Shade. He promptly crammed it into his mouth and chewed while bringing the can to his mouth and washed it down with cola.
He polished the cola off and threw the can into a nearby bin.
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