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6/22/2016 12:47:20 PM
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[i]"Oooo! I like the sound of those things!"[/i]
She giggles.
[i]"Hey... I was just about to go do those things! Wanna come with?"[/i]
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The man chuckles. "I like you already, Miri. And I'd love to come with you, and do those things. So let's go and have some fun!"
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[i]"Woohoo!"[/i] She hops in the air, extending the plasma blade out of her left arm. [i]"Yay!"[/i]
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The mech's left hand clenches into a fist again, and thrusts it into the air with a cheer and a chuckle. It would seem that he didn't have any melee weapons.
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[i]"Let's get going!"[/i] She spun around, then headed in a direction. Although her mech seemed heavy, she moved around at a very, very rapid pace.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/22/2016 2:12:14 PMHe very quickly followed, the heavy steps thundering on the floor as he more or less leapt through the air, like a cheetah or something, allowing him to still be pretty fast.
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As they hopped through the ship, Mir'ika eventually slows down and begins walking. [i]"Hmmm... I'm detecting some activity nearby..."[/i]
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The mech behind her slows down as well, returning to a slow, normal walk. "Oh? What kind of activity? Or can you not... Sense that? Because if you could, that'd be awesome. Like you." The man chuckles silently.
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[i]"Hmm... by the looks of it, cultists. Won't be too hard dispatching them."[/i]
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"We'll rip and tear through them with ease..." The mech's chaingun starts spinning to again, a lot faster than last time.
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[i]"Shh! Not too loud! Let's get the drop on them... got any cloaking abilities?"[/i]
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The chaingun starts spinning slower, and eventually got to a full stop. "None that I know of, no..."
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[i]"Well... you go out there, Make some noise, draw their attention. I go around and flank them."[/i]
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"Full frontal assault... My specialty... Mech should tank the damage well enough, though I don't know their armaments... Oh well, that's part of the thrill..." The chaingun slowly starts spinning up again.
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[i]"Well then, go ahead! Go make some noise!"[/i]
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"I'd love to, but, dear.. You never told me where the hell they are.."
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She snickers, pointing in their direction. [i]"Go get 'em, Lu-Lu."[/i]
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"Thanks, darling. I'll give them your regards." The mech waves again, and heads off to the filthy Cultists, the chaingun spinning faster and faster as it silently starts to whistle.
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Groups of Khornite followers were off to their dark practices, worshipping their dark god of violence and war. Chaos space marines, human cultists, Daemons, they were all here. And there was a lot of them.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/22/2016 6:25:05 PMHe grins, and presses the trigger on his chaingun, holding it. The chaingun starts spewing bullets, dozens of armour piercing bullets flying out of the barrel per second, ripping and tearing through any unarmoured foe with ease, and through the armoured ones with a bit of effort. He also starts firing his plasma gun, shooting hot balls of plasma at whatever his right arm was pointed at, bombarding the fücks with bullets and plasma at the same time. "MIRI SENDS YOU HER KIND REGARDS, MOTHERFÜCKERS!" He yells, his volume surpassing that of both the chaingun, and the plasma rifle.
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Quickly, they get to thick cover, protecting themselves from his assault. They used their anti-armour weaponry, ranging from lascannons to meltas. The blue beams of the lasers punctured his armour, and the melta splash was like jets of acid. But still, even with these heavy weapons, the small infantry of the Cultists was no match for the heavily armed mech.
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The man kept his cool; even if they were to puncture all the layers of armour, which consisted of thick layers of ceramic and adamantium, they'd also have to worry about his combat suit. And so, he continued his barrage.
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Soon, though, he would need to re-think his strategy. At the back of the Stronghold, a summoning had begun, away from his range. Many cultists sacrificed themselves for it. The Khornites, still enraged over their last defeat, had begun the production of many war titans. And this was their reveal card, the first one, Caligula. The massive warbeast, with its glowing red eyes, was several, multiple stories tall. It spawned in a storm of blood, revealing itself after the blood mist had fallen. With its roaring cannons and flaming claw, it begun hurling a mass of destruction towards Lucas. Fear gripped the man. He needed to avoid that... thing, and at all costs. He also wondered... where the hell is Mir'ika? [spoiler]lucky you, you get to help me intro a new subplot.[/spoiler]
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"THAT LOOKS REALLY FÜCKING BAD! MIRI, WHERE THE FÜCKING JESUS ARE YOU?!" He yelled as he leaped out of the way, bringing him out of the mass of destruction's range. He wasn't dying yet. Not now, at least.
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The out of control beast cleaved a warpath through the stronghold, not giving a single fuсk about anything that was in its path. It was obviously alive, angry and very in the mood to kill. To kill a lot of things. Lucas just happened to be a thing.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/22/2016 7:08:07 PM"Could I kill that... THAT THING?! Maybe? I could smack it... That would likely get me murdered... FÜCKIN' 'ELL! MIRI, YOU SWEET AND AWESOME THING, WHERE IN THE BLOODY 'ELL ARE YA?!" He yelled as he just started to run for it, firing over his right shoulder with plasma and bullets.
