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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Veration:
10/30/2016 4:26:23 PM
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>.> Y u do dis? It was fun...
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The point was to get our comrade and stir the Dojo. If it's non-canon, there's not much of a point anymore.
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But... But... FUN
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[b][u]Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus[/u][/b] [spoiler]Attack MY Dojo, will you? Suffer the consequences, you shall.[/spoiler] *A cloud of darkness settles as the dust spreads. Power, immense power, begins to thrum in the air. A crew member ind the midst of the crowd falls like a puppet with its strings cut, their neck snapped. A low chuckle comes from all directions as red eyes appear in darkness, watching the crew.* "Welcome to the tea party....." [u]High Above, High Orbit[/u] *The crew of the GRN [i]Eclipse[/i] leaps to battle stations as the alarms ring out. On the bridge the Captain waits, frustrated.* "Our orders stand, no interference until they try to reach orbit." *The Exec frowns, nodding* "Should we send down the Battalion?" "No, they would get in the way." *With sensors trained on the attack below, the [i]Eclipse[/i] waits.*
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[spoiler]snakes (I think) will never...?[/spoiler]
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Edited by Veration: 10/30/2016 4:26:47 PM[spoiler][redacted][/spoiler]
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[spoiler]>talking about the crew on the ground.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Veration: 10/30/2016 4:27:03 PM[spoiler][redacted][/spoiler]
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[spoiler]The shadows. Seriously, you expect a human? Doesn't need to see them, doesn't need to pay attention to the noise, doesn't need to walk....[/spoiler]
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[i]Michael Drake runs through the flaming field, crimson jacket flapping in the wind. He holds his signature blaster in his left hand, yet doesn't use it to dispatch the fleeing warriors, unless one attempts to fight him. In the distance, a man levels a rifle at him, yet Drake dispatched him with a nonchalant burst from his gun, engulfing the man in crimson. Almost unconsciously, his right hand is drawn towards the cylindrical hilt on his waist, and in a flash of iridescent blue light, the flaming sword of Hallwinter is ignited. The flash attracts attention, but it doesn't particularly faze Drake, who was drunk in the power of the blade. A group of men open fire with their rifles from windows in a tavern, and each round was dispatched by an inhumanely quick deflection by his sword, augmented by his prosthetic arm. With his other hand, he levels his blaster's reticle at the marker in his HUD, and returns fire at the men, killing most of them in a flurry of precision shots. Without hesitating further, he quickly resumes his hunt for Alpha, running further into the Dojo. [/i]
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Edited by Veration: 10/30/2016 4:27:27 PM[spoiler][redacted][/spoiler]
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 10/30/2016 4:00:18 PM[spoiler]maybe later...[/spoiler]
