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[i][b]The heavy sounds of metal clanging through the halls can be heard, rushing towards the enemy. There, Hutch Ryder sprinted to the fight, alone, with only a single shotgun in his hands. The tri barreled Triple Tap had a trio of uranium slugs loaded inside it, and he was prepared for combat. At either side of his hips rested a 1911 semi, and on his back was his M4, Lightning. [/b][/i]
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[b][i]A voice cuts through the noise of the alarm, the intercom is deafening. "This is Admiral Drok'Lorgar, teleportation sequence has been initiated by the Bloodwrath and it cannot be stopped. Either we will be teleported over to the enemy vessel, or they will be teleported here. Gather your weapons and prepare for battle. 5 minutes and counting!!!" Shouts the Chaos Admiral over all intercom systems. Your body begins to tingle in response to intense energy flowing around you - something is about to happen and you get the feeling it won't be pretty.[/i][/b]
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"Shit..." [i][b]Hutch murmured to himself, only the surrounding area carrying his words. He took the liberty of adjusting his hat, as that was a relic from his old life, and was something he didn't want to lose in the teleportation. And so he waited. [/b][/i]
