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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/23/2017 6:14:51 AM
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"Well then, let's get to it." Davis walked up the the doors of the cafeteria and knocked.
Movement was heard inside, and suddenly two bullets came through the windows of the door, flying into the ceiling of the base
"WOAH! EASY ON THE TRIGGER!" There was yelling inside the cafeteria that was somewhat muffled but could be heard fairly well
English
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"THUNDER! THUNDER!" Cylus shouted into the window. "Who's in there?"
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"Flash! This Sargeant James Thompson! Here with a squadron of men. Are you our rescue team?"
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Cylus looks at Marker and speaks into the Comms. "Let me check this out. If it goes south, I can handle it. Wait for my call." he says. "No! It's just me! My name is Cylus, and I received a distress call from a woman named Shiela!" he called into the window. "Is it safe for me to come in?"
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"Sheila? So she's alive?! Bloody hell that's fantastic. I'll get some tables out of the way, let you in." The sounds of a movement were heard inside the cafeteria and soon after the doors were opened, allowing Cylus inside "Really just you?" A man clad in Pilot Gear stepped forward and asked
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Edited by BondyMilk: 6/23/2017 6:44:30 AM"Yeah, for now at least. I called for backup, and they should be here soon if not already." Cylus said. He was still taking his precautions. "So what happened? What do the Helldivers want with this outpost?" he asks
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"Blood-divers? You mean the Helldivers? They're the bastards responsible? Should have known..." Inside the cafeteria, Cylus could see at least a dozen or so Militia troops scattered throughout the area "They're here because they think we're a government. They don't believe in systems of justice. Cray bastards."
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[spoiler]oops lol, edited it[/spoiler] "Yeah, the Helldivers. Left one hell of a trail." Cylus comments. "How'd you guys manage to escape?"
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"Once they punched through our defenses, I figure they'd look everywhere but the cafeteria. So I came down here, grabbed whoever I passed by and boarded up the doors with these cafeterias tables." "One or two of the bastards showed up, but the door was blocked off so they left."
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As Sergeant Thompson told his story, Cylus whispered into the comms. "This sound right to you guys?" When Thompson finished, Cylus nodded. "Well, I'm glad you guys got down here safely. How long have you been barricaded in here?" he asks
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"Since the invasion. Four Days Or so ago. Dunno, we don't have any clocks down here so it's hard to tell how long has passed." The Sargeant stated
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"Well at least you had plenty of food." Cylus says with a nod to the counters. "But since then, no activity?"
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"No. No activity down here, but we heard [i]something[/i] yesterday. Maybe pirates or something. Not entirely sure."
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"I encountered a few grunts, but nothing more than that. The pirates must be elsewhere at the moment." Cylus replies. He looks around at the other people in the room
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Various men and women were sitting around the cafeteria with two at each of the four doors that led out of the cafeteria. Each room had two or three tables stacked up against it, making it harder to get in "Five of them I'm assuming?" The Sargeant asked, looking around
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"Yeah, they had been going through some panels in the security room... They had also been interrogating some of your men. How did you know?"
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"We heard footsteps, Blake over there said it was four or five. So I went with the latter." One of the grunts waved at the sound of his name
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"Well, they're dead now. The didn't seem like what Helldivers are usually depicted as, so maybe they were just low level scouts." Cylus says. "They seem to check out guys, I think it is safe to come in." he says into his comms.
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"Check out?" Thompson asked, looking out the door as the 6-4 and Marker's group came in "Sargeant." Marker said with a nod, extending his hand to Cylus "Lieutenant Colonel?" The Sargeant asked, shaking Marker's hand "Your rescue team."
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"Yeah. Sergeant Thompson, we're here to get you guys out. I just had to make sure..." he says, nodding as the rest of the team filed in.
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"I get that. We're ready for extraction, just need to go get Sheila now." Thompson said
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"Well, let's be off then. Shall we?" Cylus says, leaning on the doorway
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Marker raised his rifle, turning and walked into the hallway "Gear up! We're getting out of here guys!" Thompson yelled to his troops that walked over, filing out
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Cylus took point and began ascending the staircase, the others in suit. "Where's our Evac?" he asks Marker
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"Landing Pads. We're going out the way the 6-4 came in." Marker said, jogging past Cylus as he went up the stairs and continuing upwards "Get them out of here. I'm going after Sheila."
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"Good luck out there." Cylus says. He pats Marker on the back before they go their separate ways. "You heard the man, lets get out of here." he says. When they reached the first floor, he opened the door and looked around. "Gates, you know the way?"
