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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/4/2017 4:00:54 AM
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[spoiler]Sorry, meant vorcha. Stupid autocorrect.[/spoiler]
The vorchas dropped dead immediately once the shot burrowed in itself. The Krogan slammed itself into one of the walls, leaving a small dent in it. He broke himself out and started firing his shotgun blindly.
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[i]JT sprinted around the corner of a hallway, sprinting down it to avoid the shotgun shots. [/i]
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Since the Krogan was blind, it kept bumping into walls and all. But it wasn't stupid, and followed JT's footsteps based on hearing. He was backed up by 6 more Vorcha, two of them armed with flamethrowers.
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[i]JT grabbed a pair of fragmentation grenades from his duster, pulled the pins, and tossed them behind himself at the Krogan while running. [/i]
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The Krogan...well, let's say he was no more. Same with the Vorcha, the chain of explosions on the backs of the Blood Pack Pyros adding on to it. The Coast looked clear. A terminal laid nearby for 2450 credits, as well as a Blood Pack skinned M-11 Suppresser pistol.
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[i]JT took the gun and hacked the terminal for all it was worth, before moving on to try and get to the third floor. [/i]
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Heading downstairs, he could hear two Krogan speak to one another. "You heard of cooked pyjak?" One of them said. "Yeah...it's bad enough we joined Weyroloc, with what the Alliance is doing for Clan Urdnot." "Not too sure if we should...leave, I guess." [spoiler]-Convince them to leave -Shoot 'em.[/spoiler]
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[i]"Get out, drop your guns here," JT said as he walked around the corner to face them, with his newly acquired M2 pointed at the floor between them. [/i]
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*They dropped they're weapons, although they didn't seem scared.* "You know, trespassers of Weyreloc usually get sent to some Thresher Maw out to be eaten, right?" One of the Krogan responded.
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[i]"As if I give a shit about punishment. Now get moving." [/i]
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"And why should we?" The Krogan arrogantly replies. [spoiler]>Tell them about Clan Urdnot's break-in. >Never mind, just kill them.[/spoiler]
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[i]"First of all, Urdnot broke in. Second of all, I'm the one holding the gun." [/i]
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"Right. We'll get out of your way!" The Krogan responds, the two moving outside. A third Krogan bike through the door, with three others. "What in all of Tuchanka is going on!" He yells, firing a round toward JT.
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[spoiler]What caliber is the round approximately? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'd say .50 Caliber.[/spoiler]
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[i]The shot neared JT's body, forcing him to roll over to the other side in a quick combat maneuver. He raised the Suppresser, aimed, and fired at the enemy. [/i] [spoiler]Holy shit that's a bit overkill lmao. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Krogan's do weigh anywhere between 800-1000 pounds, last time I checked...[/spoiler] The Krogans went into the room, not noticing JT anywhere.
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[spoiler]Fair lol. [/spoiler] [i]JT was baffled; A cowboy, standing amidst a -blam!-ton of aliens, going unnoticed? JT took the moment to sprint out of the room and towards the fourth floor. [/i]
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*The Krogan did seem to smell something, and started to follow JT's direction. As for what was in front of the cowboy, the door leading to the stairs was guarded by a turret and two birch a armed with ML-77 Rocket Launchers.*
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[i]JT started walking to the Krogan, flicking his right wrist out to the side as his hand folded back and around his arm, becoming simply multiple metal plates. A set of triangles protruded from his arm, and soon snough, it formed an industrial drill like that of a Big Daddy. The cowboy jumped up at the Krogan, making an attempt to drill through his skull. [/i]
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*It would've taken a little more force, but somehow, he was drilling through the Krogan's head...which made the Krogan somehow start to both respect and fear him, while the vorcha fired their rockets at him.*
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[i]JT used the momentum of moving forwards to shift weight to his right sude, forcing him to spin around the Krogan and let the rockets hit its backside. JT used the propulsion to quickly propel himself into the cannon that waited, and rip his drill out of the Krogan's head. The Marshal was starting to enjoy himself. [/i]
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The Krogan was blown into bits, body parts flying everywhere. The Krogan turned on the vorcha opening fire on them. Somehow, JT managed to get his own little Krogan posse to join him.
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[i]JT rolled to a stop and grabbed his M11 Suppressor, quickly making attempts to dispatch the Vorchas. "Boys, I need a SITREP."[/i]
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Whatever comms he had started to activate. "This is Urdnot Grunt, of Aralahk Company; anyone, come in! We're down to about 17 men, including myself!"
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[i]"I hear you Grunt, this is JT, Wrex sent me. Hold tight, where are you?"[/i]
