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12/11/2015 4:49:18 AM
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Jarle blinked to confirm his suspicions, and assumed his hallucinations had returned.
Putting it down to nothing more than his sleep organs acting up once again, he grabs his weapons and moves silently through the ship, looking for an exit that would lead to the [i]Escapade[/i].
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You feel a sharp pain in your back, it had gotten through your armor somehow. An Elite. The best of the Dread besides the General. The pain continued as the blade was removed from your back.
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Jarle turns and swings his arm wide as he does, clipping the Elite in the head. As he steadies himself, he kicks the Elite in the groin, throws a hard swing into its gut, and slams its head down onto his knee. While it recuperates from the blows, he kicks its legs out from under it, and slams his fist into the back of its head as it drops to the floor.
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As he turns to focus on that one Elite, more jump on his back, driving their blades deep into his armor and flesh, then melting away, invisible.
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After deciding not to bother with more than one sneak-thieving Elite with less honor than a Tau with a hard-on for Beam Rifles, Jarle throws several frag grenades into the room, and grapples the Elite in front of him to use as an additional shield. He backs himself into a corner of the room, but doesn't manage to brace himself before the grenades go off, and turn the space around him into a massive cloud of shrapnel. The Elite he grabbed is shredded to pieces, and several chunks of shrapnel rip into his leg.
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There is no more movement....for a while that is...
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He throws the body onto the ground, and loads his revolver. He sits back against the wall, and waits.
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Python teleports next to him, with two beers. "Pretty badass fight, right?" [spoiler]If you can't tell this is joke post, GTFO [/spoiler]
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'Alright, now i know for sure that I'm -blam!-ing hallucinating.' 'First was that trippy shit earlier, and now there's a bigass Abominable Intelligence in front of me! That woman had to be here, of all places!!'
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He hands him a beer, flipping the cap of his off. "Well?"
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'Pfft, like an A.I. would or could know any woman enough to know the difference between one and another.' He puts the beer on the ground, and continues waiting. 'I broke out of a holding cell, and for what? To end up stuck here with shrapnel in my leg, looking for someone i have absolutely no chance with? Hahaha, yeah, this is great, i know for a fact that I'm mental now.'
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"Not mental, just hallucinations from blood loss." Python sips at his beer, leaning back against the wall.
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'Nah, you're not understanding. Its not the blood loss. We organics, you wouldn't know, have issues when we stay up for too long without sleep. Longest I've gone is 258 hours, and the problem with that is, is that doing that too often leads to mental issues.' He sighs. 'And i just realized I'm talking to an A.I., this is completely normal and sane.'
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"Well, I'm not real, and neither is that beer. So....right now you're just looking like an idiot sitting against the wall." He chuckles a bit, sipping at his beer.
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'Yeah, figured so. Can you leave so i can bleed in peace?'
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"See, I'm technically the only thing keeping you from falling unconscious right now." He finishes his beer, starting to stand. "But if you say so..." He disappears along with the beer.
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'Finally, hopefully I'll bleed out in my sleep. I'm tired of this streak of bad luck.' He passes out.
