- Jul 9, 2020
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"Can we assume that at least one of these uglies is not longer safely ensconced in it's secure enclosure?" asks Sharpe. "I vote for an aggressive shoot first policy here..."
Shank overhears this on the comms and replies "Maxim #37: There is no overkill. There is only open fire and I need to reload.""Can we assume that at least one of these uglies is not longer safely ensconced in it's secure enclosure?" asks Sharpe. "I vote for an aggressive shoot first policy here..."
"Shouldn't Oh sweet fuck, NOOooo... be in there somewhere?" asks Sharpe. "Obviously that one is for lesser mortals, not Marines made of adamantium and aggression."Shank overhears this on the comms and replies "Maxim #37: There is no overkill. There is only open fire and I need to reload."
"Oh! Sweet fuck, Nooooo. Not an existential crisis!""Shouldn't Oh sweet fuck, NOOooo... be in there somewhere?" asks Sharpe. "Obviously that one is for lesser mortals, not Marines made of adamantium and aggression."
"Kid, we've got phased plasma pulse rifles, we got ... Never mind.""My interest is mainly professional, Shanky," Sharpe continues. "Lets say that some Imperial Citizen ends up wearing their glistening guts as a kilt, and with their dying breathe looks to me and asks what does one say in a situation like this? I, as a loyal servant of the Empire, would like to able to give them an answer out of the book. People seem strangely uncomfortable when I ad lib," Sharpe finishes.
Griff finds little on the current floor aside from the contents of the fridge though it is a decent bit of grub.Griff proceeds to search the location for any supplies, explosives in particular. He also looks over any systems/equipment that control the bunker to see if there's a playback in events of what occurred here.
Shank opens the comms and says "Looks like our exploding friend is still alive."Through the tank's sensors Shank notices the dust settle in the clearing ahead where he shot the little creature.
As it does he notices the little beast attempting to stand. It's skin having turned from red to blue. It seems to be having a very hard time getting up though and is more simply rolling on its back
"CONTACT!" shouts Sharpe. He'll step to the side of the tunnel and unleash a bolt of fire at the Necro Hunter.
"Shite, bad timin' sarge!" Griff yells as he moves into the corridor to start laying down fire on this critter. "We've got a wee problem of our own!"
For a moment Potter feels a stinging sensation on his chest. Then the Necro Hunter is clipped on the shoulder by Sharpe's bolt of bullets throwing off its sight directed at Potter."FUCK!" Ling exclaims, as she fires a wide a spray of ammo in the general vicinity of the necro-hunter - her thinking being that if there's a thick enough field of fire aimed at the xeno, even if it mucks with time wherever it chrono-shifts itself to will still hopefully catch a bullet or three.
In the quiet after the attack Potter can sense an active data stream from the cable attached to the man further down the corridor. It's two-way suggesting the man is alive.The threat seeming to have been neutralized Potter readies his weapon and scans the area, 'What the hell went down here?'
That's the question, isn't it? Griff had put to words the question that Ling had been trying, and failing, to ask herself. Am I the real Ling Zhao, or did she die barely a minute ago, and the person now trying to determine what happened just some weird, temporal glitch in the universe?"Ling, please fer the love of all that might be holy tell me that yer head there ain't yours and yer not some doppelfucker?
"I don't know," she answers slowly, "but it was a deliberate decision to bring these horrors here, and if I ever find the corporate fucker who signed off on that, the only question will be if I kill them quickly or slowly."What kinda freakshow hunting zoo is this place?"