EARTH 2145: Crossfire

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EARTH 2145: Crossfire

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Isabelle moved with surprising speed, moving from rubble pile to rubble pile within the remains of London's metro system. A couple of tunnels where completely buried now after the ED shelling and UCS ballistic missile strikes shook the ground like an earth quake.

Isabelle, a short woman no taller then 5.5 feet, wearing stitched leather clothing covered in a heavy wool cloak, seemed to have lost herself in this part of the metro. Truthfully she never went this way but her choices were somewhat limited considering that ED conscripts were running the tunnels like ants in there colony. Crawling just in time into a small hole formed by the falling debris, several squadron of conscripts simply past running, not bothering to look for anyone, after all they were not looking for anything living per say.

Moving on after the last conscript past, she ventured further into unknown territory, moving fast as she heard the sound of explosions and screaming men all around her. In fact, some were to close for comfort. As if her thoughts became reality, she saw several shots being fired from further down in the tunnel she was in. A literal light show as greenish plasma from 7 foot tall humanoid machines clashed with red laser totting men screaming in Russian, German and french.

The battle roared on when Isabelle found an exit hatch on the farside of the tunnel. No choice then to go topside now. Opening the heavy latch and quickly darting into th nearest alley, she glanced in awe as a massive two legged machine some 3 stories high strolled pass, completely plowing through smaller buildings blasting plasma at far away targets , only to violently explode into a massive fireball. Looking up, Isabelle might as well have drained all her blood from her face as she saw what shot the mech, an impossibly large flying fortress of a plane that was probably flattening entire city blocks by the fireballs spouting from it. Not wanting to be into the next city it decides to flatten out of existence, Isabelle moved on.

Finding a small garage isolated between two apartment complexes, Isabelle dived headfirst through the door. Whatever was inside was better then being out in the open...


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A man wearing a newly made wool trenchcoat, wearing an old type mask trimmed with bronze and gold stood staring at a couple of monitors inside a rather well lit but small room. Many thought that London's camera network stopped working sense the third great war, and that is technically true, but it doesn't take a genius to connect still working cameras to a power source and connecting them to a centralized network. It didn't seem that hard for the man in the coat though he was not the one who set it up, his grunts and tech guys did all that stuff, he was the planner, the organizer, the brain in a manner of speaking.

Looking back at the monitors, he saw conscripts charge to there deaths against well positioned machine men. Most would think that human lives would be valuable these days of near human extinction but no one ever bothered to tell the Khan it seemed. No matter, the man was more busy at finding a way out of the city at this point, his schemes were in shambles and his life was now paramount to anything else. FRANCOIS! he screamed, sounding like a broken air conditioning unit through his gas mask. "FRANCOIS! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Of course, no answer. Typical that these half payed halfwits would all flee at the first sign of trouble.

Deciding to enjoy the show for the time being, the man simply stared into his screens, seing a few of those mechs being targeted and destroyed by the flying fortress, an airbus KHA173NN, or KHANN for short. He knew them well, he supervised there construction after all, those mechs too for that matter. Oh how genius he was at making short range automated RPG's on the KHANN to shoot down any incoming UCS ballistic missile, such a proud day that was, just before running for his life as he was to be purged as a traitor. Was it his fault a dimwitted lacky got some important info stolen by some hooker? Whatever, whats pass cannot be undone, no value to dwell on it.

Suddenly, the door on the first story of the garage he was in burst open. From the sound it was just one person. Now he really regretted not installing those traps like he was supposed to. Grabbing his three barreled shotgun, he slowly made his way towards the door of his room but decided to wait a bit. For all that idiot on the first floor knew, there was no second story to this dinky garage in the middle of the city. Please let it be so, he was always squeamish at dealing with people directly, there was always goons for that but they just had to bail when they possibly faced 7 foot tall plasma spewing robots or crazy zealotry lazer spamming Europeans...

(Everyone make your way to said garage in whatever way your character would find themselves there. Its a small square one door garage with no remarkable features. Also, tech guy above is my other character, just did not make his sheet yet.)
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Re: EARTH 2145: Crossfire

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Trevor sat behind cover of a large stone from the metro. He had a small handheld drill in one hand as a UCS drone mech stalked past. His mask covered his face as he looked over cautiously and then moved on to another place of cover quickley as he saw a karge plane fly overhead. To him it was like his job, sounds of yellung could be heard everywhere mixed with gunfire and mechs walking. He then jumped into a nearby allyway before reaching an open area. He set aside his small drill and regretted the decision when another ucs drone patrolled by making him duck for cover. The drone groaned and sounded of heavy coded talk with its beeping and buzzs. Although in millitary gear trevor knew he was hidden fron them after taking the tracer off of him. He then grabbed his sidearm and set on the suppressor in case he would be spotted before looking around. "ah ha there. Garage across the way." trevor said to himself as he watched the drone slowly walk off giving him time to run across the street to the open garage. He then hit a small button on his gasmask and then the small box on his left side ativating a small motion tracker. "Boy am i glad i kept my gear...it sure does help....to bad i dont have everything but thank goodness for standard issue" trevir thought entering the garage weapon drawn before seeing isabelle. He then tapped the same buttons again deactivating the tracker. She didnt seem a threat, but whoever else was here could be, unless they are together. "you ok?" trevor asked reaching a hand to help isabelle up while holding his sidearm in his left hand.
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A lot of things were going through the head of the woman calling herself Kira, most of them being a repeat of various swears and curses, but also a repeat of information on why the situation she was in was so ridiculously bad. You had an all-out skirmish going on, for one, one where both factions seemed to have brought the "Big guns".
Two, she was caught in the middle of it, with little hope of someone not shooting her on sight. You had the UCS, who were already pissed at her for being too curious, and god-damn could they hold a grudge! And then you had the ED, who were probably almost as jumpy as she was, and would probably mistake her for a spy or some nonsense even if they weren't!

Scared couldn't even begin to describe the fear she was feeling right now, she was [censored] terrified! True she already had her gun out, but that brought her no comfort; It was basically a frigging pea-shooter!

She briefly felt relief as yet another squad of soldiers passed by without even glancing at her. Either her fears about them shooting her were for nothing, or they were simply oblivious.
Of course, that temporary relief was thrown right out the proverbial window when she remembered there was a flying [censored] FORTRESS hovering around the city that she happened to be in! It wasn't exactly close enough for blasting her area to smithereens with much accuracy, but having it in sight was way too close, and she really, REALLY didn't like the risk.

Moving along, she saw a usable shelter, an unassuming garage. Small, out of the way, and inconspicuous. She highly doubted it would stay standing for long if either faction came this way, but that didn't stop her from rushing for the door, taking a brief glance at her surroundings before slipping inside, hoping not to alert anyone who may or may not have been inside, she was jumpy enough without worrying about anyone knowing she was there.

"You ok?" She heard an unknown man's voice ask, to either her or someone else.

CRAP.

Did this person hear her, or did he see her come in? Did he know she was there at all? She didn't know, she froze the instant she heard it, and only now turned to look. The man she'd heard, a darkly-clothed individual who's face, like most people, she couldn't make out, did not seem to have noticed. Either that or he'd yet to take action. But even if he didn't see her, the other person, a woman, from what she could tell, surely must have.

The gun in her hand seemingly vanished due to the speed she holstered it, knowing that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from firing on instinct when they noticed her, and doing so might as well be a death sentence with how armored the man appeared at first glance. Right now, it was best to seem harmless, remain silent, and wait for an opportunity to do... Something.
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Running as fast as his legs would take him in his current age, Casey's heart with fear. The shouts of a ED conscript squad was near and following him. Flashbacks of his escape from his past were coming back to him at the worst time. At least this time it was a bit different.

Climbing over newly rubble created from the skirmish he was slowly loosing his chasers. With each obstacle quickly overcome and he hear a little bit less of there shouts. Attempting to throw off the conscript's chase he spotted a window that was still part of what remain of the ruins of a building a couple floors up. Climbing up on a old drawn pipe he barely made it through the window when the conscripts were in sight.

Falling on to what remain of a floor, the sounds of the conscripts begin to fade. As he sat up a sharp pain went through his legs. From all of the running and excitement he forgot about his medicine. As he sat there clutching his legs, the sounds of a fight and screams were close, too close. After the last scream a split sec of quietness occur before the sounds of something mechanical begin moving and fade away itself.

He knew his current hiding spot was too expose and needed to find somewhere better. quickly using the ruins heighten advantage and managing to find what appear to be a garage still intact. Making his way down and over the obstacle ruins the pain in his legs were growing worse and worse, almost tripping a couple times. With the final stretch of land between him and the garage he made a sprinting B-line run to the garage hoping no one or anything would see him. Just as he made his way through the door, accidentally shoving his way through Kira lightly, he collapse onto the ground reaching and grabbing his legs and screamed in pain for a sec. Unaware that there was other people in the garage he lay there holding his legs hoping that the pain will pass soon as he made a groan of pain now and again.

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In the shadow filled ruins of the city, as war raged both within and without, two shadows stalked through the shattered hulks of buildings long destroyed, roughly three stories above the ground. Moving precisely, the two shadows came to a halt at a former glass covered exterior wall as the taller shadow, a rifle nestled in their arms and the clear leader of the pair, came to a halt with their left fist raised in a fist followed by a quick swiping of her open hand. The shorter one, carrying a single pistol but a massive machine gun hanging on a sling in front of her, halted as she raised her pistol. Faces hidden behind gas masks and glazed goggles, a quiet crackle could be heard as external speakers were activated.

[Hear something Anna?]” The shorter woman asked, concern distinguishable in her voice. Despite the mask, her voice was still clear and audible.

[Possibly.]” The taller woman, Anna, responded. As she spoke, a slight electronic retort and distortion was audible in her voice. “[Do you have your mirror?]

[Of course.]

[Well, pass it to me. I need to look beneath us real quick.]

At the command, the shorter woman dug into one of the various pouches adorning her torso before pulling out a small Velcro backed square mirror. Handing it off to Anna, the taller woman quietly removed her knife’s sheath from her collarbone and quickly attached the small mirror. Slinking low, she crept forward until she was right next to the edge of the ruined building. Sitting herself down, she angled the kludged together corner checker downwards for a moment before pulling her arm back and slowly retreating back to her previous position.

[Well?]” The shorter woman asked, her voice expectant. “[How is it?]” Anna shook her head slightly at the question, the sound of her teeth clicking together in annoyance just barely audible. “[It’s no good. There’s an ED patrol down there. They’re poorly armed and armored but that’s still better than what I have. Worst part is: They’re not moving at all. Whether they’re hiding or waiting I don’t know but they’re definitely not going anywhere fast anytime soon. Clara, have you heard anything from anyone else?]

[No,]” The shorter woman, Clara, responded as she shook her head side to side vigorously. “[Not a word since we got cut off heading back this morning. Worst part is,]” Clara paused here to unclip the two way radio that had been attached to her collar, a single wire protruding from her mask and connecting to the device. “[The radio’s about dead. I’ve switched it to ten minutes between each one minute receiving period but I don’t think it’ll last another hour before it’s completely dry.]

Clipping the radio back onto her collar, Clara continued to speak as a slightly audible note of anger made it’s way into her voice. “[Look, I know we’re in a bad spot but are you sure we can’t take them? I mean, we have Blackfire here,]” At this she tapped the side of the machine gun with her free hand, the hand caressing the barrel of the weapon almost lovingly. “[And I’m pretty sure we can take them before they can respond.]

Sighing audibly, Anna shook her head. This was not the first time, nor would it be the last by her estimate, that she would have this conversation with the shorter woman. Despite the fact that she had answered the exact same way every time this was mentioned, Clara still seemed to want her to respond in a different manner for once. A desire that would have to go unfulfilled for now. “[I have said this before but it’d be too big of a drain on our resources to take out one group of conscripts. Not to mention, we don’t know if anyone else is close by. If there is, firing Blackfire will be the end of us. Best we keep moving.]

[Fiiiine,]” Clara answered after a moment of silence, the pout almost visible through the mask, and she let the hand that had been caressing the weapon move off the weapon. Dropping into a crouch, the shorter woman continued to speak. “[So where to from here?]

Dropping into a crouch as well Anna reached under her plate carrier and pulled out a tattered and well-worn map, splaying it out on the dust and debris covered floor. The map was that of pre-war London that had been modified to show where buildings and tunnels had collapsed, as well as where new possible transit paths had been constructed. Overlaying these modifications were various arrows that marked potential escape routes and fallback points, all pointing at a way to get to the vault or to get out of the city. Tracing a gloved finger over one point, Anna came to a stop over their current location before moving it to a blue square that had been marked nearby, connected to the current point by several arrows.
[Alright, so since our current path to their rendezvous is blocked, we have to detour. We have to double back to the collapsed bus exchange and then move underground for a bit but I think it’s doable. The alternate is to risk building jumping and continue forwards but I would rather not risk that.]

Almost as if on cue, a muffled "ker-thump" sounded off above them before the sound of an explosion in the distance in front of them filled the air. This was followed by the creaking sound of bending and breaking metal, the death knell of many UCS war machines, and the sound of something large and metallic crashing through a building. After a moment, a muffled explosion roared in the air that was soon drowned out by the sound of hundreds of tons of rubble collapsing. Voices shouting in Russian, German, and French from beneath them could be heard and the sound of heavy metal boots stomping towards the presumed crash site could be heard. As the sounds of men mobilizing towards the target presumably in front of them, the two women glanced at each other before grabbing their gear and heading back the way they came.

Thirty minutes later, an access hatch to the Metro tunnels shifted slightly. A minute later, after nothing had happened, the heavy metal lid was pushed up and shifted slightly over, leaving a crack big enough for the small mirror that came from the hatch just moments later. The small object glanced and turned around a few times before disappearing into the crack once more before the hatch was shifted entirely aside with Anna literally shoving the metal hatch aside as she charged up the ladder. Landing softly, rifle already ready in her hands, she glanced about at the small side street they were in, checking windows and both entrances. Spotting no enemies, she tapped the side of the ladder beside her softly with her left while keeping her right hand solidly on the grip of her rifle. Seconds later, the much more heavily armed and armored form of Clara pulled herself onto the surface.

After double checking the area and confirming they were in the right area the two continued down the side street and, after a few turns, Anna spotted the garage that was supposed to be the rendezvous for their team. A smile crossed her face as she spotted it. Even if the team was long gone, hopefully, they left some sign that they had crossed by here. She reached up with her left to switch on external speakers when a voice echoed out of the building.

"you ok?"

Almost instantly, her hand slammed upwards in a closed fist before she opened her hand and stopped Clara. Turning so that her back was against the wall of the garage Anna glanced ahead and noticed the door ahead of them, the one that had never been opened to her knowledge, was currently opened and, in turn, appeared to be the source of the voices. The part that really put her on edge, however, was the fact that the voice belonged to nobody she knew and bore an American accent. That could mean one of two things. Survivors from another vault or, more likely, UCS forces. Even as she stood there with her back against the wall, another voice echoed out of the building.

"I guess I wasn't the only one who though this was a good place to hide out in?"

[censored]. American again. That significantly boosted the possibilities of it being enemies. A tap on her upper arm brought her attention to Clara, the shorter woman's left hand cupped over the left external mic on her mask with a questioning look in her eyes. Soundlessly, Anna grasped her lower arm and flashed up two fingers then three fingers to the shorter girl. While she only heard two voices, it was entirely possible that they had a lookout or a guy who simply wasn't partaking in the conversation. A fireteam also are usually made of three or four men so there being at least three was certainly more likely than there just being two people in the building if the people inside were UCS operators. At this, the shorter woman nodded and flashed the "a-ok" hand sign. A second later the shorter woman gazed back up at her and pumped her arm back and forth, an expectant and bloodthirsty look in her eyes.

At this, Anna couldn't help but bring her hand to her goggles and attempt to massage the bridge of her nose. An assault? When they didn't even know the exact numbers of the enemy? Leave it to Clara to disregard subtlety and go straight to the plan that would draw the most attention. Flashing her friend a thumbs down, she put a finger over the mouth piece of her mask before pointing a finger gun upwards with her arms bent. Nodding in comprehension, the shorter woman slid the safety of her firearm off and clicked on the tactical light; as the weapon light turned on, the goggle on Clara's mask tinted to protect her eyes from being blinded. As Clara prepared her weapon Anna slide her rifle onto her back, letting her sling hold it in place, and clicked the laser pointer on. In response, her goggles also tinted to protect her eyes. Stalking towards the open portal, the two stopped just outside of it. Moving her left hand off the grip of her pistol, Anna raised all five fingers before counting down.

The instant her finger closed into a fist, the two leapt into action. Clara immediately pushed herself off of the wall of the garage and turned around at the open door with her weapon drawn, filling the interior of the building with the bright light of her weapon light and potentially blinding any aggressors, before quickly walking in. The instant the shorter girl was ahead of her, Anna was behind her with her own pistol drawn and just slightly over the shorter girl's head. As the two entered the building, Anna spoke in a restrained shout.

"Do not move!" Anna's voice was quiet but loud enough to fill the small garage's first floor with her accent bleeding through the electronic distortion her mask provided. "We are neither UCS or ED but we will not hesitate to shoot if any of you act suspiciously!"
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Two Dynasty soldiers waited, bunkered down in a specific spot near a building. Their mission: wait and ambush the clanks and provide a supportive check point for the Eurasian Dynasty attack. They stood unbent and unbowed through the icy snow and the few unsuspecting AIs that did not give their position a single thought. A symbol of their devotion to their god-king lies within their discipline and drive to weather the storm. What comes to next would be a strange feeling, behind the shooting of plasma and lasers all over the place and the deathly noise of the winter air blowing; there was nothing but silence for them, something in this battle ground that can be appreciated. Silence broke with the sound of pattering and then the sound of running liquids that landed on one of the Soldier’s weirdly shaped helmets. The conscript looked up to investigate the strangeness that is the liquids. Looking up the conscript immediately regretted the very discussion to do so, yelling profanely “Sacrebleu”. Its neighboring soldier looked towards his or her friend, “Mien Gott!” it stated with disgust and then looked up to investigate further. Much to the second soldier’s fortune, a body landed on both of the soldiers, another conscript with punctures throughout its body.

“THAT’LL TEACH YA! YA BLOOMING FIDDLIN’ BENS! YA WORTHLESS CHISELERS! THINK YA CAN STEAL WHATEVER YA LIKE?” A very boisterous and disgruntled man named Daryl shouted from the roof tops of the building. The German speaking Soldier looked up and started to shoot the displeased man. Daryl backed away as the lasers began to rip through the roof. Bad start of a bad day. Apparently, some conscript didn’t get the message behind Daryl’s Temple of Doom which royally pissed Daryl off, because now he must move. Lucky for him, the soldiers will be too busy to hunt him down. Those soldiers are facing their own struggles with the yank clanks to be worry about a dangerous man. Daryl wasn’t entirely sure what exactly is going on around here. Yankee machines and poor [censored] are battling each other in the streets for only the Lord knows. It also doesn’t help that there is a giant flying death machine raining hell upon the earth.

Daryl used the emergency ladder system down to ground floor before rushing out of the city area. The snow made it difficult to maneuver through, but he was determined to not stay in that certain location any more than he needs to be. Daryl maneuvered around, trying to be spotted by these oddly dressed personnel. “Sod off, damn it.” He whispered to himself, trying to use the soldier’s blind spots as cover, those soldiers seem to be stuck in tunnel vision, which their helmets don’t help in said case. Still Daryl tries to stay out of line of sight of anyone around, which can be dangerous. Daryl is still confused why these fools are fighting, the yankee machines and the stupid mainlanders. Heck, he still doesn’t know why there are so many yank clanks and very little to no yanks. “They are wasters altogether, through and true.” He continued to mumble.

Daryl is surprised to have the fortune of not being spotted as he snaked his way out of the battle zone and into a more suburban area of the city, tons of apartments all over the place. Daryl found an open garage door and thought it would be a good deal of luck, maybe a good spot to live or maybe to just hide for a while before moving out. Daryl pulled out his shovel, he felt his rifle would be too long for close quarters and his shovel was the easiest to handle.
As he approached the building, he noticed a large amount of people stuffed inside the garage area already. He was in fumes; he had enough of bloody thieves all over the place scrapping everything around the area. He approached the garage doors, “Alright, how many heads do I have to smash around here to make a bloody point.”
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Isabelle was stunned, truly stunned, at the amount of people suddenly coming out of nowhere, right into the same hiding spot she chose. Suddenly the thought that maybe this wasn't the best place in the world came to her if everybody within London thought it was the best hiding spot too. Nonetheless, there was opportunity here, if she didn't die in the next few minutes that is. From the man in pain on the ground, the two soldiers yelling not to move, to the other soldier with the pistol then to the others who showed up, tensions were high and the last thing that she needed is a massive shootout in the middle of a cramped garage.

Raising her hands in the air to show her intent, Isabelle said in a somewhat unsteady voice. "Please no shooting!" She said in a heavy french accent. "I am not ED!" Her thoughts quickly ran over everyone again. None of them were ED it was quite obvious to her. Unless a spy but those all left ship when the invasions started. Could never be sure for UCS though, never could guess what those machine heads were thinking or how they operated. "We have injured man here. He needs help." She said, trying to calm the situation down. It was true that the man in pain seemed to be needing some assistance as well...


Meanwhile, a floor higher,Nova checked his cameras again, well, technically one camera, the one pointed within the garages first floor itself. This was either bad or good for him depending how he looked at it. "A number bodies might make the trip easier... Then again if they dont shoot me... hmmm" He thought about it and quickly came to the conclusion that a bigger group means better chance of survival, for him specifically, now how to enter that room without being shot on sight... Running over all the possibilities in his head, he decided on a course of action.

Out of nowhere, a flight of stairs fell from the ceiling of the garage to hit the ground with a loud "thud". Casually walking down to the first floor, shotgun strapped to his back, Nova feigned surprise at all the people in the garage. "So thats what made all the noise..." He said aloud, to no one in particular. "What are you all doing in my house?" He questioned them in such a droning monotone voice that one got the feeling that he didn't really care for the answer. Nevertheless, he stood there, gold trims of his mask gleaming off in the light, as he waited for some answers.
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Trevor watched everyone pour into the garage in a very calm manner. now he wished he did have his tracker on. his hand was on the pistol still as he saw everyone, then it was drawn and aimed at the two that entered weapons drawn. he could tell accents, french, another american and then there were others. He still didnt know how to act but his military instinct was screaming to shoot. Although now everyone stopped entering the garage he decided to stay calm. No one knows hes former UCS but his uniform may give it away. He knew the two that came in weapons drawn must have experience but seeing the same maneuvar first hand over and over trevor knew they needed practice. but it was placed very well, Trevor then looked at the weaponry "tac lites....not bad" trevor thought his pistol still aimed at them. "ok since you two came in like military ill make this clear, ill put my gun away when you do the same. I dont want any trouble and i dont beleive anyone else here wants trouble." Trevor said in english before repeated in french.

"Please no shooting!""I am not ED!"We have injured man here. He needs help."

Trevor looked at the girl on the ground then noticed the man. He made a noise before taking off the suppressor on the pistol and holstering the gun. He didnt hear the man come down the stairs as he knelt down next to the man and began looking at the wounds before opening his bag to find what he could use to stop bleeding. "what is your name?" Trevor asked in french. "im glad the UCS alows other languages to be taught....bad though that i used some of the meds supplies i had last week.." Trevor thought "are you ok?" trevor asked isabelle in french as well. although he knew french it was accented and slow his eyes darted from the man he checked to the others in the room. "ill need to be carefull with everyone here" trevor thought
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Re: EARTH 2145: Crossfire

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By the time Casey was able to stand the pain a lot had happen in a short moment, two soldiers about to shoot everyone, a mystery man claiming that he is in his home, and somebody knelt down next to him. Waves his hand at Trevor telling, "Get away from me I don't need anything from you." His Irish accent being muffled under his respirator. Sitting himself up and quickly reaching into his bag and pulling out a large medical pill bottle and grabbing his flask. Pulling off his mask a little bit to only make his chin and mouth only visible as he quickly take a pill and a drink. Setting his things he pulled out on the ground and moving his mask back in place and grabbing. Gazing across the garage and grabbing his good luck charms that hang on his belt and in a mumbled, "If I have any good luck still in you guys now will be a good time to give me some more."

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Re: EARTH 2145: Crossfire

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"Ah! {WHAT THE [censored]?!}" Kira instinctively screeched as bright lights from the two... I'll just refer to them as soldiers. Though the cursing, oddly enough, was in Russian.

"Does it [censored] look like we're a threat to you?!" She'd all but shouted at the two unknown female soldiers, glaring defiantly at them (As best she could through the blinding lights). If only she could reach for her grenades; it would be hard for anyone to get away from the blast in such a small space. It would distract if not kill the two, give her time to get her gun, and a fighting chance even if it was a peashooter.

She drove these murderous thoughts out of her head. Neither of these two would give her nearly enough time to grab anything, no matter how fast she was. And even if she could... deal with them, then what?

She slowly backed into a nearby wall, feeling very odd all of a sudden. [censored]... Not now... She thought, starting to feel a wave of intense fear, signalling the start of one of her attacks. As if she wasn't nervous enough, she was literally having a panic attack. Joy.
"Not E.D, not UCS... No threat." She had then said, noticeably less aggressively than before. "If you'll kindly excuse me... I'll just be having my panic attack in the corner, silently freaking the [censored] out..."

By the time the ceiling opened up to reveal a flight of stairs and some guy, she didn't know who the hell he was obviously, walking down them, she really wasn't in any state to really say anything. Hyperventilation, uncontrollable trembling, dizziness, the feeling she might be going a bit crazy, and of course the wave of intense fear, it was most definitely without question an anxiety/panic attack.

She just wished it didn't have to happen now of all times. Damn it, why wouldn't the room stop spinning...?
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Re: EARTH 2145: Crossfire

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Ron took a glimpse over his small hiding spot to see two armed ladies entering a building. Not just any ladies, he thought jokingly.

He slowly stood and snuck over to the door, putting his ear up against it to listen to the noises from inside.
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As the angry man entered the garage and another descended from the ceiling, Clara responded in a manner befitting to her when faced with one more clear belligerent and another of unknown standing. As the belligerent entered the garage, her pistol made its way into her left hand which then snapped around to point at the Scottish or Irish man. At the same time, her right hand grasped the grip of her M60 and brought it forward to her hip, effectively pointing fifty rounds of assured death at the group as a whole. With a soft click, the safety on the largest gun in the room was disengaged and ready to make a few more corpses.

ALRIGHT!” Clara shouted in clear English. “Nobody do stupid thing or you die in pain, yes? And you!” She motioned with her head towards the man with the pistol, the French speaking American. “You go [censored] self! Your gun go away, my guns stay!

Perhaps the most amusing part of Clara's threat was the fact that the pronunciation was rather British, in contrast to Anna's German enunciation. Granted, such idle thought would only come about from trying to distract oneself from the fact that there was a potentially homicidal and trigger happy woman carrying a machine gun standing in the small room with them. Fortunately, Anna managed to keep a cool head through the sudden appearances of the two extra people and minor threat from the pistol wielding American. As the pistol wielder holstered his weapon, so did Anna. As the Laser pointer clicked off the goggles deglazed, revealing dark rust brown eyes glancing out at the group. Softly, she put a hand on the shorter woman’s shoulder.

Clara.” Anna said with a firm voice as the electronic feedback echoed her voice in everyone’s ears. “Put away the guns.

{Anna,}” Clara answered in Danish with restrained anger clearly audible in her tone. As she spoke, she kept her guns trained on the people present. “{you know what your grandfather said. You can’t trust the Americans, they’re all dogs. And one of them speaks Russian as well! She could be ED! These guys could have killed the rest of our squad and looted their bodies! We should kill them, just in case.}

Clara,” Anna started as she grinded her teeth slightly at the face of such terrible logic “those are terrible justifications and you know it. If the girl was ED, then she is several degrees below the worst equipped and trained conscript I have ever seen. The other people here don’t seem like the type that could have killed the rest of our squad in an ambush, let alone fight head on. I mean three of them are a nervous wreck, one of them was hiding upstairs, two of them only have a pistol, and another is a belligerent man with a rifle and a shovel. Hardly the group that would kill six well-armed and armored men and women in a fight without injuries.

{But they m-}” Clara started only to be cut off by Anna squeezing her shoulder.

Put the guns away Clara.

For a second the small blonde remain silent, both weapons in hand and still pointed at the rest of the group. Then, almost regretfully, she let go of the pistol grip of her M60, letting it swing back into its waiting spot in front of her. Flicking the tactical light off, she lowered her pistol but left it in her hands. As the weapon light turned off, her goggles deglazed and revealed dull grey eyes staring out at the group with contempt.

Fine” Clara finally responded in English, anger still present in her voice but noticeably diminished. “But pistol stay in case they try funny business.

With the shorter hair trigger tempered blonde under control, Anna stepped to the front to gain the attention of the group while keeping Clara behind her in case the blonde got spooked and decided to open fire regardless of herself. Folding her hands behind her, she looked about the room before bowing at the hips enough to be considered a bow but not enough to interrupt her line of sight with the rest of the people in the room.

I apologize for that.” Anna said with a resigned voice. “With the current state of affairs, one cannot be too safe when dealing with unknown personnel. Especially if said personnel sound and speak the same languages and have the same accents as confirmed hostile factions.

At this, some grumbling from Clara could be heard though if she said anything specific it was too quiet to be discerned. Pausing to stand back to her full height Anna kept her hands clasped behind her before she continued to speak while glancing from one person to another partially to make eye contact to see if any would flinch away, partially to ensure that none of them were trying to pull a fast one over her.

That being said, I wish to know why all of you have not yet evacuated from the city. Especially considering how some of you don’t even look like the type to stay behind and help evacuate a vault or two.
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Re: EARTH 2145: Crossfire

#14 Post by Geo_&_Bio »

Daryl was still fumingly disgruntled, a bunch of people who he deemed as dirty theivin’ bens, were all clustering around pointing weapons at each other and getting all worked up for nothing. One of the military girls pointed a weapon at him while obtaining some sort of order and swore up some person with a French accent. Daryl’s disgruntled attitude became more lighthearted as the girl who pointed the weapon at him while exchanging verbal abuse on some lad definitely earned his respect for that girl. “Ha,” he chuckled with his thick Irish tone. “Oh, I just love it, lass. Oh, how I love it. Too bad your sis be keepin’ you on a tight leash.” He taunted at the poor girl who really wanted to blow away the room with her machinegun. “I can tell I am going to like you, ah…. Clara was it?” He smirked he smug look. “I sure as hell didn’t wish to stay here, love, but hell is it a pain in the [censored] to get out and even more so to get back to me vault.”

He turned to the mysterious man who came out of the attic(?) of the garage and pointed his shovel at him. “I can tell you why I’m not here!” He spat in his thick Irish accent, “I didn’t crawl my [censored] past some weird [censored] and hid from some giant hell-plane just to look at your ugly face.” He taunted some more, very aware that he cannot see the man’s face. “Daryl, Daryl O’Neill of Ulster Vault. Who the hell are you and what makes you different from all these Milksops, or should I remain nary-a-care?”

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Re: EARTH 2145: Crossfire

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Standing up from what had been he and Gale's cover, Anthony looked around for the old man, unable to find him he began to walk around the small ruined area. He left me! AGAIN! As he shouted this He heard loud mechanized stomping, for him, a bad sign, peeking around the corner he spotted a large mech making it's way down the street. Panicking, Anthony ran, leaping over short fences and through houses, something about UCS and and the ED makes him run, it's just something he doesn't like. As he was bolting through one of the back yards he spotted an open door and a lot of people inside, slowing down he hopped the fence and peeked inside, foolish, but Anthony, not always the brightest asked in his oh so American accent, Hey, any 'a y'all seen a mam 'bout yay tall? Kinda old? At saying this he held his hand up to gales approximate height with a quizzical look on his face. He knew there was the possibility of him being unwelcome so he was poised and ready to swing his rifle around in it's sling if need be, and even after having just run a pretty fair distance he only had the faintest of a heavy breath. Finally the running caught up to him and he leaned against the wall and coughed, his stack growled at him as he took a sip of water, So?
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