Golden Magnum
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Post by Golden Magnum on Oct 12, 2003 17:21:01 GMT -5
Golden Magnum respawned at about the same area that Joanna landed from the crash. At that moment, he noticed that there was a huge blizzard and that he could barely see through it. Snow was nothing new to Golden Magnum and instead of taking cover in the Air Force One, he strapped on his IR goggles to see targets through the snow and scouted the snowy plane, hoping to ambush anyone who got caught in the blizzard and couldn't find shelter. The only person that decided to brave the snowy climate, however, was Razor. Razor stood out as a nice whitish blur with wings on his IR Scanner despite being really far away. Knowing he could not pull off a shot like that with his LX, he instead took his Super Dragon, lied down and aimed at Razor. The semi-powerful scope on the gun helped Golden Magnum get a shot lined up.
One he was zeroed in on Razor, he let loose a burst of 3 shots at Razor. The first one hit his leg, the second one missed and the third one caught him in the chest. Razor took none too kindly this and pulled his MagSecs on Golden Magnum, firing them off. Golden Magnum rolled out of the way of some of the shots, but one got his left shoulder. "Damn it" he thought as he got up in a kneeling postion and fired shots at Razor. Razor in turn was shooting Golden Magnum with his MagSecs and got him in the elbow and the chest. Golden Magnum's shot landed in the chest, arm and head, dropping Razor into the cold snow. He watched as Razor's frozen, deceased body vanished away in the blizzard. "Well at least he had the guts to fight in this blizzard" Golden Magnum said as he continued scouting the Alaskan wilderness with his Super Dragon.
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Post by N3B on Oct 12, 2003 19:36:04 GMT -5
N3B respawned in an icy cave, with a dim light shining in over him. above him was a large hole in the cave cieling, with mass amounts of snow blowing hard overtop. A dangerous snowstorm indeed, but nothing he couldn't handle. his laptop was currently in his hand, serving little or no purpose whatsoever. This does me no good other than an automatic, since we're nowhere near power he thought, replacing it with the RC-P120 from his back. His hands fitted nicely at the handles, he had grown to like this weapon quite well. As he walked through the cave, the light grew dark, and he found it difficult to see. he reached up and pressed a green button on the side of his helmet, lighting up his visor a lime green, and instatly illuminating everything in the distance. at just that moment, he narrowly dodged slamming his head into a previously un-seen stalagtite. OOC: I was going to do more, but i got interrupted and lost my inspiration
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Post by Draxas on Oct 12, 2003 20:55:08 GMT -5
Draxas had been sitting in a corner of the darkened cave, listening to the storm howl overhead, and watching the blips on his R-Tracker move about. Up until a moment ago, most of the signals were far from his position, so much so that they all seemed clustered together on the edge of the display. Occasionally one of the signals would disappear, and he assumed that some of the PDBA either were gutsy enough to fight in the biting wind and snow, or some were unlucky enough to take cover in the same vicinty as a rival.
However, only minutes ago another signal had appeared quite close to his location, and as he watched, it continued to draw closer. Draxas drew his DMCs, and pressed himself against the cave wall nearest the enterance where the new arrival would appear. If someone hostile showed up, they would have a nasty surprise. Draxas breathed as quietly as possible, and waited for his prey.
Just as the red dot was about to converge with his own, a figure appeared from the cave enterance. As he entered the cave, he brought his hand up to his helmet, nearly simultaneously jumping out of the way of the stalactite he was about to walk headlong into. Draxas tried to contain himself, but couldn't, and a small snort of laughter escaped his lips.
Instantly the figure whirled around, with an RC-P120 at the ready. Draxas saw that his company was none other than N3B, and dove out of the way of the barrage of fire that peppered his position. He rolled, bringing up his DMCs to return fire, but N3B was gone.
Where could he be? There is no way N3B would retreat so quickly, it's not like him, thought Draxas. He began to warily search the area, when the solution dawned on him; The RC-P120! He mentally swapped his night vision for IR again, but made no sudden moves. He wanted to convince N3B, who was undoubtedly stalking him cloaked, that he still could not see him. He feigned searching around a pillar, and slowly turned. There, not 20 feet from him, N3B was moving stealthily, attempting to take him by surprise, but his body heat highlighted him clear as day in the IR scan.
In a flash, Draxas brought up his DMCs and began firing. N3B wasn't caught totally unawares, and began to let loose as well. The barrage of SMG fire tore into both of them.
The last thing Draxas saw before his organs failed was the form of N3B, clutching his abdomen, and bleeding bright white blood in the IR scan, just as profusely as Draxas himself was bleeding. You are a worthy opponent, N3B, thought Draxas, just as both warriors toppled over, each dead in a pool of his own blood.
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Post by N3B on Oct 12, 2003 21:49:45 GMT -5
N3B respawned on a narrow, icy cliff. The wind blew hard across his upper-body, causing him to slip on the ice. He grabbed the rocky wall behind him, and pulled himself flat against it, trying to limit his body mass to avoid being severaly blown by the wind. He stowed his RC-P120 on a clip he had on his thigh, and let it hang losely on the un-occupied leg, just below his trusted Magnum.
Across the cliff, he saw another small and narrow cliff with a small cave entrance nearby. Along the path he was currently stuck on, no safe options were available. He decided to take the "hard" path, which he knew at least lead to a safe spot. He released his firm grip of the rocks behind him, and hopped down to the lower ledge, slipping on the ice as he hit. His body flew into the air, and curled in on itself like a ragdoll, and slammed down on the hard, cold ice.
his knee had managed to hit the ground first, directly on the ice, which was now trobbing with pain. He let out a loud shrill of pain, and groned, holding his knee in his clutched hands. Rocking back and forth, he managed to get back to his feet, but couldn't succesfully walk. His knee was swelling, and was very much in pain. Deciding not to brave the ice, he went onto his stomach, and crawled along the ground army-style until he reached the cave.
The cold, wet snow felt so much more sincire against his black jump suit than that cold ice. N3B propped himself up against a wall, and ripped open the knee of his jumpsuit, not bothering to stuggle with the clasps and such at the ankle to access his wound properly. The knee was red, and profusely swelled. He tried poking it with his finger, but couldn't feel anything. Standing up, he found it was at least operational to a certain degree, just that he wouldn't be able to run. He was very thankful for it being numb, otherwise he would've shot himself instantly to fix the problem.
As he stood there with his wounded knee still slightly imobilized, he thought back to his last battle with Draxas. He showed good self control, keeping cool while cloaked, where others would've panicked and acted out of fright. He definately showed signs of being a great combatant, and legendary in the future as other PDBAers have become. N3B certainly didn't think he himself was considered a legend to his standards, but those others certainly agreed that him and others he had fought with and against in his first few arenas had become legends by now.
He wandered about the cave until he reached an open clearing, with a set of wheels from Air Force One, and a large slope that led into some lower-level cave. Sick of caves at this point, N3B ignored it and pressed on through the deep snow, not feeling the cold of the blizzard through his jump suit and helmet. The snow was melting against his warm body, and wettening his suit, which was becoming quite irritating because it clung to the thin armor underneath, and got twisted up in uncomfortable positions.
He took his Magnums out, believing no one would be effective in long-distance combat in such weather. They were both properly loaded as always, and each were sparkling clean.
N3B emerged from a small canyon, and found himself in a large, open area with random rock forms in random locations. To his left, was the President's escape pod, and to his right, nothing was visible. He switched on his IR vision, knowing Night Vision wouldn't do him anygood. Nothing was visible in the surrounding areas, so he continued on to his right.
He turned around the corner of a rock, and found a dead body at his feet, with blood staining the ground. The body had begun to fade, showing the effects of respawn, which to this day still creeped N3B out. The wings obviously distinguised it as Razor, a very adaptive and fearless warrior. Recent battles took place, and He could only locate one body, which meant the other couldn't been far off.
He squinted, peering through the snowy air, and tried to look for signs of recent motion. footprints would've been filled in by the falling snow, so he didn't bother checking for those. He seemed to find no trail in which to follow, so he acted on instinct. His mind was telling him to head NorthEast, which he agreed on, and pressed on against the hard winds.
After traveling 60 yards, he could see a wall of a mountain in the distance, and some scarce movement. N3B flipped on his IR vision, and saw a small figure off in the distance huddled up against the wall. He couldn't quite tell who it was, but they were obviously the one who had the encounter with Razor.
He pressed on through the snow, not caring whether or not the distant warrior could notice him or not, even with IR vision. Accuracy at this range, especially with a hard blizzard blowing through, would be low. He managed to get close enough to see the figure without the IR vision, and could clearly identify the being as the hedgachao, Golden Magnum. He was bundling up himself, rocking back and forth, obviously in pain, or trying to stay warm.
Magnum had noticed N3B's presence in the distance, and had sprung to his feet with his LX's readied. He fired off two or three shots, but all hit the ground as his arm gave in, leaving his red and gory wound on his shoulder visible. He instantly switched his LX over to his other arm as N3B took his own Magnums and fired at the wall aimlessly, trying to confuse Magnum to get him enough time to switch to a good close-ranged automatic.
surely enough, Magnum dropped out of the way, dodging all 4 bullets, and was back on his feet from a roll which left his body fully covered in thick powdered snow. By this time, N3B had his ZZT out, and was steadying his aim at Magnums chest, but being highly unsucessful against the power of the strong winds. Magnum fired off a few shots, none of which were near N3B.
Neither of the two could do any damage to the other, unless at a closer ranger. Magnum, being the faster of the two, ran forward in the void of combat, and fired off a shot from his LX which slammed the side of N3B's helmet, missing his head, but severely damaging the electronics. N3B had a clear shot at Magnum, and fired his ZZT, unloading a full clip into the air just as a strong wind blew him over, sending bullets into the air. From the corner of his eye, he saw Golden Magnum slump down, holding his stomach as if a random, lucky shot had puncutred his stomach.
N3B didn't have time to notice, but he was actually grabbing for his Super Dragon, and was sraying grenades everywhere. One exploded next to N3B, sending shrapnel into his chest, which were mostly absorbed by his thin body armor. A bit of his hit him in the ribs, which sent a sharp seering pain through N3B's body.
Another grenade exploded right above N3B's head, which sent him rocketing forward into the air, and then thrown against the mountain wall. His body was limp, and totally confused with all the random motion that had just occured, and it took him a while to figure out what happened. He couldn't get up, but still noticed he was behind Magnum at this point, checking the area for N3B's body.
Raising his hand, N3B took a Magnum and fired a pair of bullets into the air, one which totally missed Golden Magnum, the other placing itself at the base of his neck. He fell to the floor, paralyzed, and died shortly after.
N3B had sustained alot of damage from Magnum, and decided he utterly hated snowy arenas. These were by far the most difficult to battle in. He layed in the snow for what seemed a long time, not dying, but not living. He couldn't figure out what was going on, and wished the respawn cycle would begin. But nothing hapened, so he was left to stay on the cold snowy floor in agony, steadily being burried by the falling snow...
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Post by Ranger on Oct 12, 2003 22:27:06 GMT -5
Ranger respawned and landed face down in the cold white snow. He hated how the spawn didn't always give the kindest reliving experience. One second you were being shot the next you were falling into the ground. Ranger got up and brushed the snow off his front the cold and the snow from the blizzard didn't even phase him under his body suit and cape. The helmet protected his face from the elements as well.
Ranger stopped thinking about the poor conditions in the arena right now and looked around with his IR goggles. He saw a body lain down by a bullet to the head area in the snow. He got closer and saw that it was Magnum. Ranger quickly said a curse and looked around. Nearby he saw a fainter white tinge of a body it was being covered by snow but he could tell it was the badly wounded assailant.
Ranger pulled out his Falcon 2 and stepped a little closer. He noticed who it was from this distance now. It was one of the N-Bombs he had noticed watching a fight with him and Draxas. It was N3B crumpled and unable to fight anymore he just layed there ready for death. Ranger unpacked the snow around him and looked into his eyes.
"You are in no condition to be my adversary right now... See ya soon!" Ranger said with a bit of cheer on the last bit.
He leveled the Falcon 2 and shot N3B in between his eyes. The red tinge covered the snow and the body began to fade like all the others. Ranger wasn't happy he had been killed in a very dishonorable way. Not twice, but three times. Raven had interupted him and then Jackson. Finally after being attacked by the N-Bombs Draxas had considered him no more threat is what Ranger figured and he had been killed right there. He was none the happier for this.
Ranger made his way to the majority of where the blips were. He walked calmly to the hull of the previous AF1. Ever since it had crashed it had lost the title but it still was a great plane of luxury. He remembered his last visit to this arena breifly. It hadn't been pleasant or long at all. He had come and left almost instantly afterward. He longed for the calm decisive environment of the Area 51 complex his familiar hometurf.
He noted the few people inside the plane as he walked through a previously made hole. Someone had used a laser to cut this into the side. He figured it had taken a while because of the thick hulls of the planes. Ranger went to what was formally known as upstairs and took shelter in the security room in front of the president's former room. Leveling his Dragon he waited for any intrusions.
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Post by Raven on Oct 12, 2003 22:28:15 GMT -5
"Draxas is dead," Raven announced. He was looking at the R-Tracker closely, and the small dot that marked Draxas's position suddenly disappeared.
"Crap," Jackson said. "Has it stopped snowing yet?" Jackson walked over to the window. The bottom half was completely snowed in. The top half showed the outside, but the blizzard continued on. "Guess not. What do you suppose we do now?"
Jackson and Raven were inside the cockpit of Air Force One. Since the years of Joanna Dark, the President, and the events in their arena, AF1 had partially tipped over so that the snow revealed most of the front of the plane. They were able to look through the front window. Although it was freezing inside, it was dry due to the lack of snow. Raven had set up his Laptop Gun facing the door to hold off any intruders.
"I figure just wait it out. We've got protection from anyone who tries to attack us, anyway. Too cold out there, too. I like the snow, but this is a bit too much for me. I would enjoy a fire just now, though," Raven replied.
"We're inside, the smoke would suffocate us," Jackson said. Raven gave Jackson a resenting look, then turned back to his work. While searching the ship, Raven found a ball of yarn and a needle in one of the rooms. He was using them to make a hat for himself to stay warm. "Where did you learn how to knit?" Jackson asked, a bit amused.
"My mom taught me when I was young," Raven replied without looking. "I usually don't need to do it, but I know how to, at least. I figure this is a good time to put it to some use."
"Ah," Jackson said. "I'm going to look around the ship, maybe we can find an alternative heat source." He got up and left the cockpit.
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Post by Ranger on Oct 12, 2003 23:52:46 GMT -5
Jackson wandered around the first floor but couldn't find anything sufficient. He was wandering back toward the stairwell wondering why a blizzard had popped up out of nowhere. He was just making it to the stairs when he instead thought about how the Skedar shuttle that was attacking the plane formally known as AF1 had faired.(its formally known as AF1 because AF1 is the president's Current plane) He decided to check the security room because it might have supplies for this kind of thing still left from the many people who had used these arenas.
Ranger sat inside tense, but ready he was getting a little bored standing guard on the room. He wanted the blizzard to be over so they could all go back out and fight at least inside he would have a chance of running into someone. Right as he was walking back a door opened he swung around with the Dragon.
"Oh, hello Jackson." Ranger said smiling grimly.
Ranger quickly pulled the trigger on the shocked Jackson. 5 shots raged through his lungs. Sputtering and coughing, he fell forward onto his face and died. Ranger happy to have exacted a little revenge while waiting began to walk about a bit more freely. He went to the Foyer and waited a little prouder because he knew his shots would bring company.
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Post by Dr. Jackson on Oct 13, 2003 0:34:19 GMT -5
"Ow that hurt" Jackson said as he stood next to the downed Skedar craft, he popped open the door and went in to look for supplies. He found a mauler and another heating unit with a power source to last about 2 more years. Heading back to Air Force One he picked up a K7 Avenger that had benn dropped during the time that Joanna Dark had been here, he called his X-wing hopped in and headed back to Air Force One, landing he cloaked it and sent it to patrol the area, he went into the cockpit.
"Ranger is upstairs, he shot me, but while I was over by the Skedar craft I picked up another heating unit and a mauler." Jackson said as he walked into the cockpit.
"Great, that's all we need, but the heating unit is good." Raven said and then they sat down to wait out the storm.
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Snake
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Post by Snake on Oct 13, 2003 3:58:29 GMT -5
Snake Respawned in a Dark, musty place. His body had been shot so many times that he was sore all over, pulling out both CMP150's. He crept forward quietly, looking for any assilants that might be waiting to ambush someone.
He then realised where he was after seeing the orange carpet and extreme luxury. He was on Air Force 1. In the vents to be exact. He crept along the dusty floor until he found a grate, he eased it open and peeped into the interior of the plane. He lowered himself, upside down, into the plane and somersaulted the rest of the way down.
He heard shots, 5 of them, coming from the front of the plane, he started to walk but he was grabbed from behind by a pair of strong arms. The person put pressure on his Carteroids in the side of his neck, attempting to cut off his blood supply. Snake tried tucking his chin under his attacker elbow but the man was trained, He expected this. So Snake attempted to drive his elbow into his attackers face but he leaned to the side.
Acting fast, Snake hooked one Shoulder under the Man's armpit and Shoulder-tossed him to the ground. It's was Ranger.
Snake pulled his CMP150's and aimed for the head.
Snake: (This might sound lame) "Any last words?"
Ranger: "Yeah, you are a Son of a B***h!"
Snake pulled the trigger and splattered red all over the hallway, he then disappeared into a side room.
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Post by Ranger on Oct 13, 2003 4:35:30 GMT -5
Ranger respawned again in the blizzard. He was hating this with all the snow it was hard to tell where he was on the battlefield. Snake had done a good job of dispatching him. Ranger decided now was as good a time as any to call in his ship The Undead.
It hovered for a second over him in a shimmering light as it decloaked and then came down hard and landed. He jumped in and came through the deploying hangar area.
He looked and Dark Death polished and ready to go out again. He hoped strongly for a Ultimate Arena soon.
He went into the weapons cache onboard and switched his K7 for his Calisto. He didn't know why he had left it onboard in the first place.
It had so many good features and if he ever got around to modifying the grips he could hold twin Calistos and shred his opponents through walls.
Ranger made his way back to the blizzard infested feild and thought against it for a little longer. He went to the cockpit to get an accurate placement of where he was. The map said he was closest to the caves. If he was going to find some one it was going to be a closed place and it was going to be guarded.
He made haste to leave his ship and went off toward the caves after putting back to what it was doing. Ranger hoped he ran into another fun opponent.
He walked out of the blizzard and into the dark caves. He looked around at the wet floor and up and the snow drifts that found there way through holes in the ceiling. He wished he knew how they had gotten there. Maybe previous arena battles had blown them out with rocket launchers.
The thought of rocket launchers reminded him that he wanted to get a Slayer soon. Fly-by-wire hadn't been good to him yet far. Mostly because he had been on the recieving end of it all though. Ranger wondered breifly where Magnum had gotten to after his death.
Ranger walked through the puddles of the cave and found a nice little area to start setting himself up he turned on the IR function of his visor because he welcomed the red glow right now. He had his Calisto in hand and aimed through a wall that opened sharply into a curved cave. He would be able to shoot at his opponents at this dead end cave before they even knew what was going on.
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Post by Draxas on Oct 13, 2003 10:07:15 GMT -5
Draxas respawned in the raging blizzard and immediately regretted it. His cold weather gear was designed to resist low temperature, but not so much the elements themselves. He knew that if he didn't find shelter really fast, he would probably freeze to death. The problem was that he had no idea where he was.
The snow was coming down so thick, and the winds were so fierce, that visibility was down to "almost the tip of your nose" in almost the literal sense. Draxas had absolutely no visual cues as to where he might be. He mentally activated both his IR scanner and R-Tracker to attempt to get his bearings, but the snow blotted out any heat he might see besides his own body. Disgusted, he turned it off again, and looked to the R-Tracker to guide him. As it was, there was a small cluster of signals not far from his location. He randomly trudged in that direction, not even bothering to get a weapon ready. If he ran into an opponent in these conditions, he may as well fight hand-to-hand.
Fighting the howling wind and snow, he was making slow progress. His face was going numb, especially around his bionic eye, which had the unfortunate effect of amplifying the cold. His right arm was similarly almost completely numb, and he certainly couldn't use it for much more than a club in his current state. He was wondering to himself how many degrees below zero it must be, and cursing whoever had the bright idea to stage this battle in this forsaken waste, when he nearly walked headlong into a metal wall.
Stopping abruptly, Draxas studied this oddly out-of-place feature. It was obviously man-made, and showed signs of light damage, but it still remained intact. It took him a few moments to work his frozen brain into the realization that this was the reason this site even had a name. He was looking at the hull of the plane formerly known as Air Force One.
Realizing this was his best bet for shelter, he began to feel his way along the metal, searching for a door. It didn't take long before he found a man-sized hole cut into the craft. He entered the interior of the plane and shuffled quickly down a short hallway. He noted the signals from his R-Tracker were mostly staying put for now, though all of them were very close. He felt it would be prudent to avoid them for now, at least until he got some feeling back into his limbs.
Draxas opened doors as he came to them, and eventually found his way into a small stateroom. There were seveal comfortable looking armchairs strewn about the room, though one had strangely managed to stay upright. There was also a small dresser lying on its side in a corner, atop a now mangled desklamp. Draxas noticed that the dresser was somehow still both intact and closed, and he began to search through the drawers, hoping against hope to find something to provide him with some heat. In a twist of fate, the last drawer contained several heat-packs, of the type skiiers place in their gloves to keep their hands warm.
These aren't much, but they'll do, thought Draxas, and broke the seal to start the heat-producing chemical reaction. Warmth immediately shot through both the pack and his hand, so intense compared to the freezing cold that it was almost painful. Draxas thankfully rubbed the pack along his arms, trying to restore feeling so that he wasn't defenseless. As if in response to that thought, a number of shots rang out through the plane, and one of the signals on his R-Tracker disappeared.
Draxas knew that in his current state, he wouldn't stand a chance in combat, but he would be damned if he didn't go down without a fight. Using all of his strength, he moved several broken items of furniture into a makeshift barricade in a corner of the room, so that he could cover both doors, which were situated on the west and north walls of the room. He ducked into cover behind his small shelter, and still trying to spread warmth into his body, drew one of his Falcon 2s, and settled down to wait. He only hoped nobody would come hunting him before he was ready to fight.
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Post by Razor on Oct 13, 2003 12:46:46 GMT -5
Razor respawned, and once more his skin began to freeze. The blizzard had developed into a white-out. He couldn't see ten feet away from his body, but he saw a faint red stripe. He moved towards it and found it to be metal. It was extremely cold, but he kept his hand on it as he followed it. Using it as a guide he was suddenly stopped by the voice of Chaoverge in his head. This must be the wreckage of the old Air Force One...never cleaned up. I can sense several lifesigns taking shelter inside. There are two right next to us. Razor removed his helmet and placed the side of his head against the plane, and he could hear faintly over the wind the voices of Raven and Jackson. Apparently these two had become friends...not the most physical pair, but they were smart. The cockpit was the most easily defended part of the ship. Unfortunately for them, it was also the easiest to ambush.
Razor climbed on top of the plane. He grabbed a Callisto in one hand and pulled a Grenade from his belt in the other. He placed his helmet back on while he laid down on top of the plane and with a quick motion threw the upper part of his body into the cockpit window. Raven and Jackson looked up in suprise as Razor's helmet clunked into the cockpit. He waved to the pair and aimed his Callisto in while they fumbled for their guns. A roar came from outside as Callisto shells tore through the glass on the cockpit. The two had just aimed their guns when Razor lifted himself up, and several bullets came out after him. A swift swing of his submachinegun broke a large hole in the damaged window, and a cold air blew into the cockpit. He quickly flipped the pin off of his grenade and tossed it in the window.
The grenade rolled for a moment and then began to bounce as the Proximity Pinball mode activated. Jackson fired a few shots through the closed window and dived through it while Raven made a dive for the opened window. Jackson rolled off the nose and covered his head as he landed in the snow. Raven's pantleg caught on the broken window. He struggled to pull it off. The grenade bounced closer and closer to him and he just pulled off his pants and ran. He jumped off the nose of the plane but the grenade had bounced out the window and drifted too close to his back. The explosion sent him into the snow, smoldering. Jackson quickly dived under the nose as the shrapnel from the fragmentation dug steaming holes into the snow and into Raven's back. Raven fell completely limp as blood reddened the snow.
Jackson pushed a fresh clip into the top of his P90. He pulled back the bolt and turned off the saftey. He crawled and peeked around the corner. Razor's black cloak stood out against the white of the falling snow. He opened fire on the dark figure and it fell to the ground through his rain of shells. Jackson stood up and approached, still aiming at Razor as he moved forward.
Razor dared not move his arm to grab a weapon, or Jackson would surely kill him. He dug his arm into the snow underneath his cloak. He ignored his numbing fingers and gripped a plastic handle. It felt balanced like a Chef's knife...and that it probably was.
Razor quickly rolled to the side and sent his flung the object towards Jackson's head using the momentum. Jackson reeled as he was hit in the head by the deadly...spork? Before he could recover Razor rolled again, gripping a pair of knives from his belt and sending them flying towards Jackson. Both knives embedded themselves in Jackson's gut, and the cold steel froze his blood while the poison seeped into his body. Jackson lifted his P90 and squeezed the trigger as he began to feel the effects of the poison. The small bullets pelted Razor's body about twenty-five times, about fifteen of them broke the skin. Red spots filled his vision and his gut burned. That feels good...was the last thing that passed through his mind as he slumped backwards, laying in the cold snow and slowly being buried.
Jackson reached for the knives, but he knew he was already doomed. "Times like this I wish I kept some medical supplies-" he began to cough. He dropped to his hands and knees as he threw up a pile of blood and breakfast. "Not what I like to see..." he said to himself as he lost his energy and slumped to the side. His glasses dropped off his face as his eyes closed and his heart slowed to a stop.
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Post by Dr. Jackson on Oct 13, 2003 18:16:04 GMT -5
Jackson respawned back in the cockpit of Air Force One grabbing the scanner that showed only the where team members of the The Slayers were, he pushed a fresh clip into his P90, pulled the bolt, turned off the saftey, cleaned his glasses, got in his X-wing, and left the arena, sending a message to N3B telling him to send a reply when the arena changed. Once he exited the arena the scanner clicked off. "I need a vacation," he thought to him self as he passed the barrier to the CI.
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Post by Notesurfer on Oct 13, 2003 19:19:26 GMT -5
OK, I'm postin' from the big MA! Leominster Massachussetts, from a friend's house. Anyway, I dont have much time, so, here goes . . . N3B spawned, relief flooding out the adrenaline, leaving a cold, empty, shivering feeling inside. He stepped out of the icy cave he had respawned in and ducked back in immediately at the sight of a black figure in the distance. Prone, he scuttled out slowly, looking through an emergency pair of binoculars at the figure. He could barely make out that it was walking towards him, when it dissapeared, suddenly, from the feet up, a quick wave of white sprang upwards, effectively stopping him from viewing the figure further. A sudden sound of a bullet ricocheting on the rock face near him caused him to jerk backwards, and he managed to get a clear view of Razor before he was back out of sight and in the safety of the crevasse. The cold was numbing his fingers, and he knew he probably had very little chance. His thoughts were confirmed by the sight and sound of Callisto fire peppering the wall. "Shoot, why didn't I pay more attention around me?" he exclaimed. Plus, a blizzard was starting up, full force. As the blanket outside turned into a solid white wall, he prepared one of his weapons, barely glancing at it long enough to verify that it was a machine gun. He would need it. Suddenly he heard a click, like that of a Crossbow being deployed, then several hisses. Someone screamed, but then the wind blew even louder. Once it died down again he heard the tail end of someone's chuckle. He saw a shadow begin to emerge from the snow and emptied his clip into the form, the body fell forward, turning out to be Razor, already dead. He inspected the body, and found several crossbow bolts stuck in his back. He looked up to be greeted with the black leather boots that Notesurfer wore during battle. "Well now, at least you won't be down one team member!" Notesurfer greeted brightly. OOC: What would PDBA be without Notesurfer's attitude, reflexes, and extroardinary good looks. *slicks back buzz cut futily* lol, anyway, I'm back in the game!
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Post by niff on Oct 13, 2003 23:54:47 GMT -5
OOC: *runs madly around with gun*
Niff was lying in his bed in a hotel, in Florida. The holiday he had from the PDBA was quite nice. He was awoken by the soft, illuminating light coming from his watch. It indicated that there was an Arena going on, and he was 3 pages late. He poked the button hard with his finger to make it stop. Stretching out his hand, he pressed the lamp-switch. He yawned, and slid out a steel briefcase from under the dusty bed. Giving it a kick with his foot it flew open, revealing a selection of weapons he had in case of an emergency. Inside there was a shiny blue metal K7 Avenger, silver DY357, and Fusion, gleaming in the lamplight. In the other compartment was his armor, and boots. He slipped on a singlet from the drawer, and then got the botom half of the cold armor on. Then a tapping sound began. Just at the window, tap, tap, tap. Niff checked out the window and saw some random kid throwing stones at the window. He took the magnum from the suitcase and blankly aimed at the wall metres away from him. Some concrete sprayed onto the kid but that was all. Needless to say he bolted.
He finally got all his armor on, and slipped the weapons into their corresponding holdsters.
He tapped the center button on his watch and a bright light came from outside. He jumped straight out the 5th floor window and landed with a smash on the ground outside. His steel leg implants allowed him just to stand up again and continue walking. Zero was just sitting outside the hotel. Niff let out a sharp whistle, that ehcoed into the distance. He clinked into the ship, just as he closed the door Zaber jumped in after him. Giant blasts of air flew out from under the ship as it took off. The roadmen will have the time f their lives filling in those holes he thought.
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Zero landed with a thud on the soft snow. The soft, crackling sound of the ice under the ship was all that could be heard. Suddenly gunshots from the hills came to him. "Hah, this is definetly the arena." he said quietly to himself as he slid a clip into his K7.
"Let's go and find the others, Zaber."
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