| Session Log: Open Space; Ascendancy Ventures in Open Space | |
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| Hjorthorn | Friday, 15. August 2014, 20:18 Post #1 |
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Open Space Space between destinations. Any events that take place outside of planet's gravitational fields are posted here, as well as events that take place during interplanetary travel.
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| "Home is where I work, and I work everywhere." -Alfred Nobel | |
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| SpasticReflex | Friday, 22. August 2014, 13:13 Post #91 |
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I impact the taller skinny bio-mechanized creature, twin fists working like a piston, landing several hits as he rounded it, switching to grappling as he rounds the scion on the left. He monopolizes on his inertia, and weight to bring the creature down. The blades on his hands retract as the pair land, and he stomps its neck, using that to push him toward his next target. His shields collapse as he reaches the next one, armour tanking the shots from his target. Around him, the group seemed to be engaging others in the room, cover fire being sprayed everywhere. He just hoped that hey didn't mess up and get one of the front-line killed. These thoughts dissipate as he reaches his second soldier, and he bends down grabbing its waist and slamming it into the wall, his two rear hands bringing to bear a pair of hand cannons on it. His mouth split into a smile as he dumped both mags into its lower chest. |
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| Maximum | Friday, 22. August 2014, 15:08 Post #92 |
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"jesus christ...what happened to tactics..." I mumble as I run. I slam behind a desk/table thing and brace myself, only a few feet behind dex. "eliminate the most threatening target first, it's a fools game to take them all on like this, we pick them off one by one" I shout, I peek over cover and fire another volley of fire at an enemy target. |
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| SpasticReflex | Friday, 22. August 2014, 17:19 Post #93 |
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The large alien drops behind the desk, nearly lying down doing so. "I will lecture you later boy." the dust around the giant puffs up as his barrier coalesces around him. "Now work with the others and Kill something." The giant waits a few more seconds for his suit to recharge the barrier capacitors, and he leads the next charge with a fist full of Void energy. |
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| Deleted User | Saturday, 23. August 2014, 05:47 Post #94 |
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Flash voiding through my legs, I swing over the scion's head, snapping it's torso mostly in half. Upon landing and moving to cover, careful to avoid the gunfire, heard the newcomer's voice and cringed. "Tactics" was not a word used by anyone but the Captain Praesidium and even he seemed to prefer to do what he wanted first. "There are nontactics or orders with us! Only harsh suggestions!" Disappearing behind Glickek, I gently return his blade and take another from his bandolier of weapons. Not knowing what to do, I cover my ears at the occaisional machine gun fire and wait to follow on the Scove's lead. |
| Deleted User | Saturday, 23. August 2014, 06:47 Post #95 |
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Peering over to take a few more shots, Dex shook his head at the comment. "They're all Threatening! What do you expect?" Dex knew what he was doing. Although he had never faced Scion, his years upon years of mercenary experience did not take well to insults of pride. Never-the-less, I nodded. Fighting now was a waste of time. Cocking my twin Hand Cannons after reloading them, Dex begins to move to follow behind the large alien in the charge. I fire off several shots while doing so, the force from the shots blasting back Scion as I sprint to the next outcropping of cover, wary of nearby Scion. I scoff to myself under my breath. Pfah, tactics. What do these people expect, huh? I work with team, I shoot with team, I advance with team. Simple as that. |
| Deleted User | Sunday, 24. August 2014, 02:15 Post #96 |
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Suddenly a weight lands on Dex's back and the cold metal of a mask brushes against his ear. "I heard that." I whisper. Nearing a flanking Scion, I swing over Dex's shoulder and bring the lithe gauntlet up to my head. When I get within range, I dive between it's tall legs and turn around. Climbing its back and landing feetfirst on the rifle aimed at Glickek, the gun is knocked out of line, giving me enough room to bring the gauntlet down and strike the Scion's head. Nothing. "I don't think I'm much help against these! Guys...?" The creature only looked down at me before throwing me headfirst into the group I spilt off from. |
| Hjorthorn | Sunday, 24. August 2014, 11:08 Post #97 |
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The Scion did not bleed. They did not flinch. Their skin and flesh dented and crumpled with every impact and eventually they fell to the floor and lay still. Their numbers began to thin. But the fallen simply laid, sometimes stirred. Like they were asleep. Scarlet's scavenged cannon flings a tank round at a group of Scion in the far corner, exploding with a brilliant light and sound and leaving a spherical crater impacted into the walls and catwalks where it had collided, the Scion now a fine paste plastered on the wall. Both sides paused momentarily to consider this new device on play. |
| "Home is where I work, and I work everywhere." -Alfred Nobel | |
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| SpasticReflex | Sunday, 24. August 2014, 16:27 Post #98 |
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The large Scove stopped mid stride. His large guns already searching for this new threat. He counted two possibly three personal kills, and at least four kills from other members. This new threat was now the most important thing in the room. |
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| Deleted User | Tuesday, 26. August 2014, 07:38 Post #99 |
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As Glickek usually does, he was unaware of my weight on his shoulders but was aware of my presence. "That weapon actually seems really useful, why don't you go over there and--" I duck behind him as a Scion fires and misses. "Use that tank cannon? it's literally melting the poor robots." "i wonder if the ship has any strong magnets?" I mumble quietly, barely loud enough for the Scove to hear. |
| Hjorthorn | Tuesday, 9. September 2014, 18:32 Post #100 |
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One by one, the Scion finally fall, until naught remained but their corpses and silence. The door on the opposite end of the room remained shut. "Almost surely an ambush," I tell the group, and leave them to discuss our next move among themselves. |
| "Home is where I work, and I work everywhere." -Alfred Nobel | |
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