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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/5/2017 4:52:13 AM
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The Krogan Warlord, jumped up above the group, raising his Warhammer to strike them. Grunt and a few other Krogan rolled out of the way. The hammer was arced with electricity.
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[i]JT grinned as he spun around the room, swinging his knife as the blade extended to bite the throats of each Vorcha. [/i]
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*The Vorcha died instantly, as the Krogan Warlord charged with his hammer toward JT.
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[i]JT stood his ground, waited, and prepared himself with the knife at his side. [/i] [spoiler]What's the armour made of? [/spoiler]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 3/5/2017 4:59:29 AM[spoiler]Iridium, Palladium, and Titanum. The hammer's rock and steel.[/spoiler] The Krogan swung it JT's way, letting out a battle cry while doing so.
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Edited by JayTea: 3/5/2017 5:01:15 AM[spoiler]Diagonal, vertical or horizontal swing? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sorry, forgot specifics. Vertical.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Up or down? [/spoiler]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 3/5/2017 5:05:09 AM[spoiler]From up to down. So he's raising it strike him.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Boutta -blam!- this mans day up lmao. [/spoiler] [i]JT spun to the right and out of the trajectory of the hammer, slicing upwards as hid blade extended and bit through steel and stone, chopping the hammer in half. The electricity went through JT's blade, losing charge on the rubber that was his skin and staying within the blade. [/i]
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The Krogan Warlord looked pretty dumbfounded at that...before everybody opened fire at him. His shields were torn through, and his armor was near half its original value.
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[i]JT stepped back and sheathed his knife, the electricity entering his sheath and shocking him as it touched his leg, leaving him momentarily stunned. Because he hasn't taken a hit in a long time and taking none would mean godmodding on my end. [/i]
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The remaining Blood Pack Krogans opened fire on JT, one Shotgun shell hitting his right leg. The others missed barely.
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[i]JT's legs were fleshy and organic in this body, though a nanite swarm moved from within his jacket to plug the hole, but he was still in excruciating pain. He grabbed the shotgun from his back and started taking shots at the leader. "Guys, take the others, I can handle this one."[/i]
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"Got it, JT. You heard the man!" Grunt yelled, Aralahk Ofmpany covering JT. The leader tried it desperately pull up a Exectioner 2- shot magnum pistol out. "The Blood Pack...will see fit...that Tatakai and Tuchanka falls." The leader replied.
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[i]JT's shotgun was aimed at the leader's head, and the trigger was pulled. A uranium-tipped 12 gauge shell was sent flying at his head. [/i] [spoiler]Just FYI, Uranium-Tipped shells are what tanks use for busting through walls and shit. [/spoiler]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 3/5/2017 5:31:36 AMThere was a hole and a lot of blood where the Warlord once was, the place beginning it crumble apart. "Um...I think that's our cue to go!" Grunt yelled, busting though where they came to find the opening to the hole.
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[i]JT fell to his knees, a set of four black waves encompassing his arms and legs, carrying him in the air through nanites and flight as he made way towards the exit. He stood on the ground once he was on the surface, limping to his ship with his shotgun in hand. [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 3/5/2017 5:38:00 AM*Grunt saw this and ran to him, providing himself support while firing off any more hostile with the Claymore Shotgun in his other hand.* "No one...gets left behind, huh?" He asks JT, a Krogan version of a smile plastered on his face.
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[i]"That's a soldier's code, we live by it brother. Now do you guys have an exfil set up or am I calling Wrex to pick you boys up?" [/i]
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A Kodiak landed right in front of them. Two Krogan Blood Pack mercs were trying to rush them; one got crushed by the Kodiak. The door opened, and a smoke came out, the Krogan was shot twice in the head, dropping dead in front of the two and Aralahk Company. "No need to; you've already given me enough. I owe you something beyond what I promised you..." Wrex thought, as he motioned for everyone to get into the shuttle.
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[i]JT entered the shuttle as well, spinning the tip of his index finger on his left hand a message was sent to his own personal ship, informing Adela to fly it to safety. [/i]
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"How about ryncol? Or Krogan beer, if you wanna try to be more Earth-like. Anyways, the stuff could kill some other species form it's power. But you? You could certantly survive a few tastes of it." Wrex says.
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[i]"Thanks, but alcohol doesn't physically affect me - Nor does it have taste, aside from whiskey. And I work for four things: Money, loot, ass and adventure. Any of those, I'll accept, but you're already paying me as it is." [/i]
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"Right. Plus, it seems that you have the loot part handled." Wrex states, noticing the M-11 Suppressor on JT. "The adventure, I don't know. And for the last request...wit, don't you have some at home?"
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[i]"Eh, hookers only get you so far. Anyways, lets just get to safety before we discuss this kind of thing, eh?" [/i]
