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10/25/2015 12:56:35 AM
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[spoiler]Imma just jump in[/spoiler]
Dean runs through the street, shooting with his shotgun at the creature.
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[b]The shots from all of the team at once hits it, and peppering the creature with holes It's body starts to dissolve into a black substance that burns throw the ground It lets out a final shriek, but one that eerily sounds like a laugh Soon, nothing is left but a sizzling mess[/b]
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Dean slows, reloading. When he's done, he slings the gun on his back and starts looking for his friends, his team.
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[b]Everyone seems alive, but battered The creature did quite a number on them[/b]
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Eric gets up from where he had been knocked down, shields shimmering as he absorbed more light to power them. His helmet had been lost somewhere during the fight, and his youthful face scowled at the sight he was presented at. He looked to be around twenty years old, but there was a scratchy quality to his voice that suggested he was even younger. "Congratulations you guys, we've just killed a Genesis."
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First.... [b]He winces and sits up[/b] Thanks for the save. Second... Who the hell are you? Third... Aarghh.... You know what a Genesis is..?
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Edited by Spyglass: 10/25/2015 1:20:42 AMEric turns to look at you quizzically. "Well, you're welcome about the save. My name is Eric, and I've heard stories... I just never thought that I would fight one and live. Who're you?"
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Edited by Bardo XCIX: 10/25/2015 1:21:38 AMSullows... Jace Sullows... I'd shake your hand... But my ribs are kinda cracked. [b]He laughs[/b]
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He smirks at that, his cold demeanor disappearing. He raised his left hand, the prosthetic one, and rotated it a few times. "Well, I don't think you'd find the experience pleasant regardless. I can't do anything about your ribs though, I'm afraid."
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Yeah... I can see... [b]His Scouter floats toward him and scans him[/b] [i]Three Ribs fractured Broken Arm Concussion Medical Treatment needed[/i] Yeah thanks, bud. I can feel them all thank you.
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"This thing dead, or what?"
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Looks... That way..
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"Good... we need to regroup and collect ourselves."
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[b]He glances around[/b] Looks as if... We're all here, more or less...
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"Alright. Let's head back to the ship....wait, it got destroyed, didn't it?"
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Yep...
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"Awesome." He rubs his face. "Anyone bring a comm link?"
