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6/22/2016 1:42:07 AM
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[b][i]Going out for a little fun.[/i][/b]
Mir'ika woke up today with a big smile. It was going to be a good day.
Early in the morning, she changed into her piloting suit. Walking into the hangar, the red-haired tau girl smiled brightly as she climbed up into her XV95 Ghostkeel Battlesuit, modified by both her and her father. It was equipped with all sorts of weaponry, for all sorts of situations. It was also built around a higher mobility. It was black and red, and had a flaming paint job.
Once the door to the warehouse opened, she ran through, skipping across the General Quarters and out, into the depths of the ship. She was ready for anything, any encounter. Ready to meet anyone.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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Oh, I'm Mortar. How about you there, you got one?
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[i]"I'm Mir'ika, daughter of the most badass guy ever!"[/i] She says, gleefully.
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[i]Well then, how are you today?[/i]
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I have been better, but... *Mortar looks around* But we're all good
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Well that's a cool title. *Mortar chuckled a little* So, you just looking around the place or were you planning on doing something?
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[i]"I dunno, actually. Running around, shooting and slicing things, burning things! I have a lot on my plate today..."[/i] She snickers a bit.
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Yeah, one of the better days in my opinion. Basically just saying "Screw you all, I'm going out for target practice." I was thinking of doing a little of that too, see if I can break my record of beasts killed.
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[i]"Well, good luck!"[/i] She says, with a little cheer.
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Thanks. You too. *Mortar places his hand in between shoulder blades and his sword begins to form. It is definitely unique, it is a four and a half foot long dark blue katana/broadsword mix, seemingly made of a strange alloy. When it is fully formed, it ignites in emerald green flames* Well, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling lucky. *Some sort of fabric seems to branch out from his back and wraps around his limbs, eventually making what appears to be a metallic long sleeved shirt, pants, and boots. He pulls a ninja mask over his face, and a crimson sash with loads of knives on it over him, and looks around.* Alright, let's see... any volunteers?
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[i]"oooo! Fancy."[/i] She giggles.
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Thanks, I try. You wanna come with?
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[i]"Sure! Don't have anything better to do, anyway."[/i] She chuckles. [i]"Let's find something's ass to kick."[/i]
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That'll be good. *Mortar begins to walk down a large corridor, looking around and occasionally stopping, thinking he heard something, but then just continues* Yeah, this is the boring part. But, it's much more rewarding. SUCK IT DOOM, YOUR GAMES WILL NEVER BE LIKE THIS.
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[spoiler]hue.[/spoiler] She giggles. [i]"You're funny. Also, I detect several hostiles nearby... seems like it'll be out chance!"[/i]
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Thanks. Well, set your timer, I wanna count my DPS. *Mortar forms an iron ball the size of a basketball. It hovers over his hand as he advances*
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[b]Soon, she ran into the Hunter, who seemed to be doing the same, walking about.[/b][i]Oh, hello! I don't believe we've met?[/i]
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Edited by Shadlezz: 6/22/2016 12:26:39 PM[i]"No we haven't! What's your name?"[/i] The female voice came from a 17 feet tall mech, with the enhancements and paintjobs described in the former post. She looked down to the Hunter.
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[b]The Hunter proceeded to hover to her height.[/b][i]I am known as the Hunter. I'm a mischief god. You are?
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[i]"I'm Mir'ika, daughter of the most badass guy ever!"[/i] She says, gleefully.
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Loud, clanking footsteps slowly approached from the depths of the ship, slowly coming closer. Clank.. Fifteen feet. Clank.. Ten feet. Clank.. Five feet. Then, with another clank, [url=http://imgur.com/HsUJbGm]a fifteen feet tall mech[/url] stepped around a corner, and into view. It was armed with a chaingun on the right arm, a plasma rifle right above it. The left arm was empty, though there was a robotic, hand, currently clenched into a fist, and limply hanging at the mech's side. It stopped, the weapon arm lowering a small bit, though it would quickly rise again if signs of hostility were there.
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[spoiler]whoa there. Blurry image ahoy[/spoiler] The Mech turned the corner and... well, it saw nothing. For the Ghostkeel was cloaked, unseen and unheard... yet, Mir'ika, in her battlesuit, observed him. While she was quite hyperactive, in a way, she wasn't stupid.
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[spoiler] Couldn't find a higher res one ;-;[/spoiler] Very well, then. The mech, instead of stopping, kept going, the metal feet clanking on the metal floor. It didn't see the other mech, after all. It was slow, but thanks to its lengthy legs it was still pretty fast.
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It heard... something weird. Snickering?
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Its weapon swiftly raised, the chaingun slowly starting to spin, though nothing was fired yet. It wasn't necessarily hostile, more... Cautious. Then, a male voice with a metallic accent spoke, "Show yourself."
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[i]"When I'm having so much fun?"[/i] A light femalve voice spoke up, audibly through some kind of robotic projector. She giggles. [i]"You gotta gimme a good reason to show up first!"[/i]
