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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
9/2/2016 2:37:24 PM
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[b][i]Long Time, No See[/i][/b]
[b]Outside of the Dojo Gates[/b]
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Alex Wilson approached, standing in a full suit of heavily modified X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. His M134D sat atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his right. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of 7.62x51mm NATO ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate.
It had been some time since the Courier had seen the Dojo, let alone set foot on its grounds. Familiar and yet different all the same, the place he had come to really learn to fight was still a cool place to return to. Thinking back, he remembered all of the fights, the wars, the battles, and the legends he had helped forge with others; Cobalt, Salazar, JJ, Zane, Tubbs, Pants, and all the others who had been there. It was strange to see the new wave of people here, the new groups and individuals, all making names for themselves as the next set of legends.
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*Shadow lazily waves at him as she lies on the ceiling, watching people go by* "It's been a long day...."
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Sup Shadow, how ya been doing? [i]he asked, seemingly happy.[/i]
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"Bored!!! Oh, and we killed some people earlier."
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Wouldn't expect much less of you. Did ya f*ckin' blow their brains out? [i]he asked enthusiastically.[/i]
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"Nah. Consumed their existence. My Marines blew out their brains though, along with the rest of them."
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Hey.... That's pretty good.... [i]he said, imitating an obscure reference that he had found in his dimensional travels.[/i] Gotta love bullets. Best problem-solvers, hands-down.
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"For most problems, yes. However, unless it's with idiotic men. They need a woman's touch. Hard. To the balls. With a kneecap." *Shadow grins* "Pain is a great motivator."
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Shotgun to the d*ck Pulp Fiction style works too. [i]he replied with a shrug.[/i]
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[b]Near the Dojo was a small encampment of Caesar's Legion, red flag waving proudly. The Legionnaires were either training in the middle did the encampment, or staring at Wilson as he approached the Dojo. Standing inside the Dojo, however, was a Legate of Caesar's Legion. The Legate had an armor similar to that of Lanius' great armor. On his back was a sword made of scrap metal, and a red gauss rifle, with painted skulls with NCR helmets on them. At the Legate's hip, a red hunting revolver. On his hand was a ballistic fist. The Legate seemed to notice Wilson, and took interest.[/b] [spoiler]And I know you messed up the Legion.[/spoiler]
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[i]Almost immediately Wilson's minigun swung down, and he drew his M240B from his back. The shielding systems on his armor, the tytritium one and the tesla both ignited, blue energy arcing across his armor as he approached. Without warning, the Courier began his slaughter. The minigun roared to life, followed by the M240B, both weapons cutting down anything that stood in their way. The light armor of the Legionnaires would do little to protect them from high-powered armor-piercing .308s that Wilson was using. The sheer fire rate of his minigun made escape nigh impossible.[/i]
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Edited by Dain Is Fren: 9/3/2016 2:25:44 PM[spoiler]Dude what the hell!? These are my characters... As in; you can't just randomly slaughter them...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I never said he killed them. You can fight back but chances aren't good for legion. I thought you knew that Wilson hates the legion more than pretty much anything.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I didn't... Whatever. I'll roll with it. Just don't kill the Legate. He's kinda my only character.[/spoiler] [b]The Legion in the camp fired on Wilson from several points from outside the Dojo, and in, with AP rounds in Anti-Material rifles and gauss rifles. Wilson's assault had claimed three so far.[/b] [spoiler]Also, there's five hundred of them. Just so you know.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I wasn't going to do that yet. But the nameless guys, they're all gonna die.[/spoiler] [i]The .50 caliber rounds and the gauss rounds, despite the effectiveness they would have on a regular unmodified suit of X-01, seemed to do very little to him other than expose the legion positions to more fire from his minigun, which targeted them as he kept pressing forwards with his M240B. Sparks flew as rounds ricocheted off of his armor and shields. The Venom Incorporated armor pattern he had installed into the X-01 frame was immensely more durable than the original armor. Targeting the traditional areas didn't seem to have much effect as he continued to cut into the camp. [/i]
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[spoiler]I calculate damage to the Legion like Fallout would. So, I need to know how much damage the minigun does per shot.[/spoiler] [b]It was at this point several Centurions of the Legion marched out of the gates, and advanced with thermic lances. Most of these Centurions' armor was salvaged Power Armor, most likely from Brotherhood of Steel soldiers.[/b] [spoiler]And remember what thermic lances do? Ignore armor. Might wanna focus fire.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Wilson is not using base Fallout armor nor the Fallout minigun. I'm utilizing real world effects of an M134D, which fires the 7.62x51mm NATO round. To a Legionnaire, who's basically just wearing football pads or steel armor, the gun's going to rip through it like butter. Same with the M240B, although it has a much slower fire rate. Thermic Lances are just welding tools, which in a situation utilizing real-world physics, would take time to cut into armor. Wilson's shielding still stands as well, meaning touching him with a metal object is like touching a live power line.[/spoiler] [i]The advancing Centurions had to get close, which was far more difficult than it seemed. The armor they were utilizing was older than the X-01, and much less durable. T-51 and T-45 were West Coast Brotherhood standard, and were quite easily destroyed. Wilson's mingun swung back forwards again, letting loose a stream of API rounds, a tracer every tenth round. Those that advanced straight towards him were cut down fairly quickly, the armor not being able to hold up to the sheer fire rate of the weapon. He continued to fire on more lightly-armored targets with his M240B.[/i]
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[spoiler]Well thank you for clarifying that.[/spoiler] [b]It was at this point the Legion began to wise up. They remembered something that they'd never really used, but always had lying around. Pulse Grenades. A volley of these grenades were thrown at Wilson. The Legion's numbers stood at 487.[/b]
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[i]The Courier took a knee, his shielding system going into overdrive as e diverted power from his minigun to it. Holding down in what appeared to be an armor lock, he waited as the grenades went off around him, the shield taking the brunt of the damage from the blasts. Standing up again, the shield crackled and fazed out, temporarily down. Shifting power back to his minigun, he again continued to target anything that was moving towards him, cutting it apart with extreme prejudice. His M240B was out of ammo, and reloading was currently not going to happen as he was surrounded, so switching to a weapon he could reload faster was more in order. Sliding the machine gun onto his back, he slid off his M1 Garand, and began nailing headshots on the ones who had thrown the grenades. Emptying an eight-round stripper clip, he reloaded it rapidly, and returned to scoring headshots with the .30-06 rifle, the massive round shattering their skulls through their light headwear.[/i]
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[b]A pulse of energy hits Wilson, and it seems to do more damage than it really should. There was this part of the Legion's Cursor, Radnal, with a pulse gun firing at him.[/b]
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[i]Looking to the man, his minigun shifted targets immediately, sending a rapid volley at the weapon in the man's hand. Chances are, the bullets would shatter the gun, and probably continue on into his body, which would likely be lethal. He continued to drop Legionnaires with his Garand as well.[/i]
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[b]While it didn't kill the man, he was indeed out of the battle.[/b] [spoiler]Because that bastard is the only other name character in the Legion.[/spoiler] [b]The Legate himself begins to yell at Wilson.[/b] Legate: "I know who you are! You are the man who killed Caesar and Lanius! I would like you to know, we are not part of the main branch of the Legion! Whatever squabbles you have with them should've been left there!" [b]The Legion throws some more pulse grenades, and a high explosive missile is launched at Wilson.[/b]
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[i]His minigun shifts again, firing on the missile and detonating it in the air. Being a weapon with a high rate of fire, it was perfect as a close-in weapons system. The pulse grenades scrambled his HUD's display for a moment, but his EMP-hardened systems prevented any major damage as he cut down more and more basic legionnaires.[/i] FLAG OF THE BULL IS FLAG OF THE BULL, PAL! SLAVER'S A SLAVER!
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"Fair enough!" [b]Two Legionnaires launch pulse grenades from 40mm grenade launchers, they've realized that an EMP will do some amount of damage. The Legion numbers at 413.[/b]
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[i]While the grenades stagger him, they do little else, other than scratch the paint. Turning his attention to them, he fired off his Garand, aiming for headshots to dispatch them. His minigun swung around to continue targeting Legionnaires.[/i]
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[b]It was now that the Legion had finally brought out a significantly better weapon then they had before. They brought out Tesla Cannons, and fired.[/b]
