| 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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| Deleted User | Thursday, 21. August 2014, 15:10 Post #81 |
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I holdster my weapons, wishing I had brought a harpoon gun with me as I dash after gryff, my wing shields flaring up and forming an arrowhead shape infront of me as I jump down, trusting my suit to absorb the kinetic force, upon landing I can't help but sit stunned in pain for a moment, enough time for my shields to take more hits, my left one winking out as its power is drained, I dash behind the pedestal of the dropped weapon, I drag the gun closet to me with both hands and heave it right side up, laying Down I begin to aim at a random scion when a range finder hologram apperes on the side, ignoring it as my target isn't that far away I pull the trigger |
| SpasticReflex | Thursday, 21. August 2014, 18:34 Post #82 |
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(I would like to point out one thing, 75 cal is heavy enough to punch through tank armour (50 cal is where anti material effects begin happening). he uses handguns because his arms do not let him use standard rifles such as the others here.) Watching as the others move up on the new threat, Glickek slides his hand cannons back into their respective slots, and volts the balcony, flaring his barrier as he falls. On impact with the ground he channels his momentum forward in a rolling leap, his gauntlets now producing a triangular blade to lead his fist. His goal was to impact one of the aggressors, and kill it as they fell. He hoped that this would mean that they would be forced to back up. This would give the team room to move up, get real cover, and he could afford to take a few hits. Mad the most sense for him to be the one to push. |
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| Maximum | Thursday, 21. August 2014, 20:04 Post #83 |
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"I can engage and use suppressing fire, when you're ready" I say to the man who wanted to move forward, switching my gun from "burst" to "full auto" with the click of the selector switch. "who's this new guy?" I ask |
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| Deleted User | Thursday, 21. August 2014, 21:00 Post #84 |
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Dex chuckles at the remark, tightening his grip on his Hand Cannons in preparation of his move. "Dex!", I yell towards the man, my voice barely escaping above the din. "I was with Sparta on Tempest. You'll know me soon enough!" Scanning the area to the right, my ruse had so far worked: The Scion on the left were concentrating fire elsewhere, while the ones on the right had broken and lessened in numbers, retreating back slightly to more defensible positions. This was my chance. One shot, Dex, I think to myself. One good shot. I really need to get a Shotgun after this mission was over, don't I. I hold my breath and close my eyes. Finally, I yell. "Covering Fire!" I bellow the two words as I charge forward, moving to the nearest piece of cover on the right, the balcony to my left side providing protection against the other Scion. The sounds of combat seem to drain away as I rattle off shot after shot, aimed to slow and incapacitate the mechanical beings for the other to finish off. Reloading my first Hand Cannon, I cock the second one in anticipation of fighting off more Scion so I can continue my advance. Hopefully the other person would be able to surpress them enough that this could work- Especially considering the now-apparent lack of four other members of the group on this level. |
| Maximum | Thursday, 21. August 2014, 21:17 Post #85 |
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"SUPPRESSING FIREEE!!!" I shout, as I shoot off my rifle, taking position as Squad Automatic Weapons operator. I deploy a small shield, transparent shield to protect myself until my mag drops. I continue firing "FIND SOME COVER, MAG ABOUT TO GO DRY" I shout to the man engaging targets with a large pistol "fubar..." I mutter to my self. |
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| Deleted User | Thursday, 21. August 2014, 21:26 Post #86 |
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The first part had worked. It had worked brilliantly. The other man's suppressive fire had managed to kill off most those already wounded, paving the way for my second push forward. Spinning the chambers of his Hand Cannons, I glance over to my left- They're moving up, but slowly enough that i'd have a chance. Once the other Merc had reloaded, he'd be able to run forward. Snapping out of his train of thought, I begin firing towards the remaining Scion as I move to the second piece of cover forward, now a third across the open space near the Balcony. "Understood!" Shot after shot rattles off from my weapons as bullets of significant force impact the other remaining Scion as I begin to advance further. It wasn't the easiest slog, however- Already, my armor had taken several plasma blasts of damage, and although it was slightly mitigated by it's built-in Shielding system, it couldn't last forever. I would have to be careful. Sliding into the next block of cover, I dodge crossfire as I reload and begin to prepare for the second volley. "Ready!" |
| Maximum | Thursday, 21. August 2014, 21:35 Post #87 |
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I quickly press the mag release, dropping the expended container on the floor. I pop a fresh one out, with a crisp click It enters the mag well "Rocked and loaded!" I run forward quickly, "COVERING FIRE!" I shout, asking mr. hand cannon to cover me while I moved up and found cover. |
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| Deleted User | Friday, 22. August 2014, 09:10 Post #88 |
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I hang from the balcony and let my legs catch on the railing, flipping me upside down, fwhere I caught the next railing and eventually swarmed down the rest of the way in a white flash. The pistol no longer in my hands, I carry my sword and the blade I nicked from the Scove. As I land, I land on the back of one of the scion creatures and hang on for dear life, sinking the twin blades into it's chest, using any solid part as a lever to wedge apart the next layer of armour, bone or flesh, whatever it was made of, I couldn't tell. Seeing a two man operation, one machine gunner and one pointman, I had the idea of simply riding on someone's back and climb up to the cieling where I might avoid conflict and get through the firestorm. Ridiculous plan, I thought to myself as i catch myself looking up at the ceiling and staring theough the army. Inshake myself back into reality and look around for Glickek, or even better, Gryss. First I had to dismount the Scion, but how and where? Oops. |
| Deleted User | Friday, 22. August 2014, 09:23 Post #89 |
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I nod, understanding the other man's commands. Shot after shot rings out from my Hand Cannons, the sheer force from the rounds being enough to physically push them backwards. It was slow, difficult work, but I was able to manage enough to keep clear an area of cover on the opposite side, to his right. Once he began firing, I could advance. Everything to plan. |
| shibewrath | Friday, 22. August 2014, 12:59 Post #90 |
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"I'm really not good at this." Nelly says to herself. She takes shots at every Scion she sees, with varying accuracy. |
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