PDBA: Intermission - Classic Combat -

[Snake]

Snake watched as Ranger's Body faded away and looked out the blood splattered window.

Snake: "(censored), We never have snow like this in Adelaide"

Placing his CMP's in their holsters and punched a hole in the fuselage of the plane, then standing back, he kicked at the metal until the hole was big enough for him.

AF1 guard: "Excuse me...Ahh"

The Guard was cut short as Snake Punched him directly in the mouth.

Snake: "Sorry, But I'm a PDBA'er"

Stepping over him, he walked across the snow and saw the silloete (can't spell it) of the Maufleur and the Twisted Metal of the Taipan

Snake: (Smirking) "Hunk of Skedar Junk, Might have to hitch a ride with N3B, Or Niff or Notesurfer, that's assuming I can find them"

Going inside the undamaged Back part, he sat down at a table and opened the Snow survival box he'd gotten from Snakelord Inc. HQ. He took a packet of cocoa and heated it up.
And waited...

[Draxas]

Notesurfer, I should think you of all people would notice the tagline CLASSIC COMBAT in the subject heading.

Nice try though.

[Notesurfer]

lol, I swear that I did not realize that because I'm so used to the CISOD. ;D Lol, that's rich.

[Razor]

OOC:

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I hadn't even respawned yet...and what's the problem with his post?

[Merlin 2592]

*Arrr it's been a while since I posted*

Merlin sighed ,well I better get moving and as for the son of a **** who damaged my ship...Merlin jumped outside,hmmm cyclone bullets,well they barley did any damage let see,going back inside he wached a tape of who damaged his ship,so it was Snake eh,well this isin't going fun he turned on his Ifra-Red goggles and scanded for a figure of Snake well it looks like he's in his ship so...Merlin cloaked himself and as quietly as posible looked for Snake when he found him he decloaked.

Merlin:YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THE DAMAGE YOU DID TO MY SHIP YOU SON OF A ****,but lets finish this outside,
Outside of the Tapian Snake and Merlin exchanged grim looks,Snake tightened the grip on his CMP-150S while Merlins trigger finger was anxious to sqeeze the gleaming trigger Snake teeth gritted,Merlin slamed his foot in the snow,

Merlin:Quick Draw!

Merlin saw Snake instantly line up a shot and sqeeze his trigger,HARD,bullets exploded from his gun but Merlin dived behind a rock avoiding most of them but not all of them, some hit him in the torso and leg

Merlin:Die ****!

Merlin detached a Combat Boost and popped it in his mouth and dove out firing nailing him but he stoped and detaced a N-Bomb,chucking it at him he wached Snake fall and dissapear.

Merlin:Great now I'm in deep **** whith the N-Bomds


EDIT: Please fix this post, it is extremely cheap. Post a battle. In the real game, people don't die in one swift blow unless their n00bs, and Snake is NOT a n00b. I'll remove this edit once the post is satisfactory. :) Please don't think that I'm trying to pick on you, it's just that I'm trying to gain you some respect. Nobody is gonna like you if you go around posting like the one you just did, so, yea . . . have you guys noticed that I've gotten into the habit of just trailing off like this . . .#nosmileys#nosmileys

[Draxas]

Razor: He deleted the post already, but he added into a separate post that he was using one of his GW itmes on you.

Just be thankful. Nobody wants to see anyone "nude respawn"...

*shudder*

[N3B]

ok guys, i know it's only been a few days, but i'm thinking of an arena change.

anyone else getting sick of this snowy crash site?

[Dr. Jackson]

OOC: I am. If you read my last post youll see I left untill the arena changed, but Im comming back for now.

IC: "I feel bad about leaving Raven and Draxas back at the crash site." Jackson said as he got his P90, his double DY357s and went to bring his old skedar craft out of retirement. Getting in he set off to the crash site, but before he left he checked the armory the kitchen and his room. Nobody had gotten on to the ship during its retirement. Powering up the engines, the ship hummed to life. He arrived at the barrier to the arena within 10 mins of getting in the ship, passing it the scanner turned on again, showing tha none of The Slayers were alive. Landing he took his P90, grabbed 50 more clips, grabbed his Magnums, 5 N-bombs, the AR34 with 6 clips and 20 Remote mines. He decided to wait for Raven and Draxas in the Fire Hawk.

"I hope they get here quick." he said to no one in particular.

[Razor]

OOC: Jackson...awesome sig! That's my favorite episode...lol. "That's gotta be some kinda record..." hahaha...now that I'm done confuddling everyone else here...Merlin, I know I just sent you a message regarding this, but there's a couple things we like to use here at the PDBA. They're called "Correctly spelled words" and "Complete sentences." Try the modify button and fix up your post and your profile, they are almost unintelligible.

[Raven]

Raven respawned, still amazed by the tingling of the process. He immediately took out his Falcons and made sure they were fully loaded. He wanted revenge on Razor, and he was going to get it. Unfortunately, the R-Tracker he had didn't track anyone other than Jackson, Draxas, and himself, so he didn't know if Razor were even alive or not. He needed the DNA of the target in order to track them.

Raven walked through the blizzard, the wind at his side. The hat he had finished before Razor's intrusion helped the smallest bit more against the cold. Turning on the IR function on his goggles, he noticed a humanoid in the distance. He seemed to have a lot of clothes on, based on the light outlines surrounding the body. "Merlin," Raven said to himself. He had seen Merlin inside his ship when he talked to Razor and gotten the hot chocolate.

Raven approached Merlin carefully, making sure not to be heard. At about 100 feet away, Raven took careful aim and shot Merlin in the back of the head. Unfortunately, Raven missed, and Merlin looked around, bewildered, for the source of the shot. However, the blizzard hid Raven's identity. Merlin grabbed something from an internal pocket and put them on his face. They were unmistakeably IR Goggles. "Crap," Raven said to himself as Merlin came toward him, Phoenixes out.

The two were in an open field, so Raven had nowhere to hide. He fired off a couple more shots with his Falcons. One hit Merlin in the arm and partially stopped him, but the rest missed. When they were about 15 feet away from each other, Merlin fired a shot at Raven's feet. Raven knew immediately that Merlin had set the Phoenix to explosive shells, and jumped just before it hit him. Raven tumbled in the snow. Merlin stood up over Raven, aiming his Phoenix at Raven's head. One of Raven's Falcons had fallen away. "Later, Raven," Merlin said.

Fueled on pure instinct, Raven set out a punch at Merlin's shin. He connected, and Raven could feel the bone snap as his fist hit it. Merlin instantly went down, grabbing his shin. Acting quickly, Raven grabbed the first gun he could find -- Merlin's own Phoenix. Setting the switch back to normal fire, Raven shot Merlin in the head. "Yep, I'll see you later, Merlin," Raven chuckled. He pocketed the Phoenix, then grabbed his own Falcon and reloaded it. Merlin's blood stained the snow red as his body slowly disappeared. "Now to find Draxas and Jackson," Raven said.

[N3B]

ok, in a day or two we'll switch arenas, so something more battle-friendly. i'll be sure to select something that will last a while, becase you can only do so much in crash site

[Raven]

Ooh! Let's go to the Facility!

That or Chicago, whatever.

[niff]

Let's go to the villa, that was the first ever arena I played in. I wanna sit up on the roof and K7 people ^_^

[Dr. Jackson]

Jackson had been standing outside The Fire Hawk when Raven came through the snow.

"Raven, it's good to see you."

"Like wise, this your other ship?" Raven asked looking at the skedar craft.

"Yeah, it's The Fire Hawk, come on in. Together they walked up the ramp, and Jackson closed the ramp behind them. Heading into the kitchen, Jackson made two glasses of hot chacolate, handing one to Raven they headed into the armory. Setting down his weapons, he asked Raven to do the same, he pointed out the bedroom, should Raven want any sleep, the bathroom, if nature called, and the enertainment room where they would most likely be for most of the time, he also took care to point out the cockpit should they need to make a quick escape. They settled in the enertainment room to watch TV or play games.

[Draxas]

N3B: PLEASE change the arena soon. My vote goes for either Area 51 or Area 52. Bases are fun!

Draxas respawned in the same small stateroom he had barricaded himself in earlier, and was treated to the unsettling sight of his own corpse, fading away into nothingness.

What the (censored) happened? thought Draxas angrily. I can't remember being attacked, there was just the one explosion, and then silence for a long time...

Realization hit him like a brick to the back of the head. I fell asleep. Certain death in a far-below-zero climate, shelter or not, heat packs or not. Draxas cursed himself for allowing himself to die. If this was outside of this arena, I would have moved on to another dimension by now. How could I have been such a fool! He internally berated himself again as he searched the area he had set up his barricade, and quickly found the remaining unused heat-packs. There were 6 heat-packs still sealed, so he gathered them up and stashed them in various empty pockets in his combat vest, just incase the next arena turned out to be somewhere equally inhospitable.

"I think it's high time I left this arena, and my so-called teammates, behind," announced Draxas to the other occupants of his small deathtrap of a fort, of which there were none. He was still irritated that nobody had come looking for him, friend or foe. At least if an enemy had found him, he could have dies in a dignified and honorable way; in combat, as a warrior should. An ally undoubtedly would have brought supplies. Niether appeared, despite what seemed to be over half a dozen signals inside the plane's wreckage during the entire time Draxas was barricaded in the stateroom. He knew he was not the only one with an R-Tracker, so why was he ignored?

Pondering this, and continuing to curse his ill fortune, Draxas made his way back to the large hole in the side of the plane. While the blizzard was still blowing with significant force, it had lost some of its former fury, and visibility was up to almost 30 feet. Taking advantage of the relative lull in the poor weather, Draxas sent out a comm signal to the CI jumpship, requesting pickup as soon as possible. He was eager to leave this frozen hell behind, and rejoin the battle at the next arena change.

An uneventful 15 minutes passed, with hardly any activity on his R-Tracker. Barely a signal moved, inside or outside the plane wreckage. The monotony was only broken by a radio transmission by the jumpship pilot, announcing ETA 30 seconds, and asking for a position verification. Less than a minute later, the jumpship arrived near the downed plane, and Draxas climbed aboard.

As the jumpship sped off back to more hospitable climes, Draxas couldn't help but think that he had been played for a fool. His supposed "allies" had turned out to be all talk and no action. He had counted on their backup in this battle, and how was he repaid? He had been killed once, by the hand of Snake, when they failed to provide him with adequate support. And then they had abandoned him, at least based on activity on his R-Tracker. They had left him to die when the going got tough, first at the hand of N3B, and then from the elements themselves, which was infinitely more ignoble.

Draxas's irritation peaked, and he shouted "(CESNORED)!" as he slammed his bionic hand into the metal bench next to him, leaving a noticable dent in the steel and startling both the pilot and co-pilot of the jumpship, who both turned to glare at him. "Sorry," he muttered sheepishly, but still his anger did not subside. He continued to brood, and made a mental note: when next they met, he was going to show the Slayers that his wrath was a terrible thing to behold.