Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

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The Many All of Us Dominion Master 11/21/2006 5:38:09 PM Level: 802 Experience: 2147483647 Total Posts: 19	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots Cameron is the first to climb the ladder to the surface. He carefully lifts the edge of the manhole and surveys the surrounding area. It appears to be empty. He moves it to the side, being careful not to slide it so as not to make a sound, and climbs out, rushing to an empty planter for cover. The others hurry out and find cover. Cameron throws up a few hand signals, and they all move quickly down the quiet road. A minute later, with the target building now in view, a terrifying sound fills the air and the ground starts to rumble. Jack: Hide! The group runs in several directions, finding some place to hide as fast as they can. Something enormous bursts through the ground in front of the target building, disappears back into it, and a large amount of Reapers exit the fresh rip hole, followed by a Grizzly. Jack quietly cusses like a sailor. The Grizzly punches the building. The humans can do little but look on as their first chance for rescue since their radios went out is taken from them. Cameron notices Sean moving down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street, toward the building. Cameron: What is that idiot doing...? In a municipal building, dozens of people are monitoring radio frequencies. There's been a whole lot of nothing for two months. A set of speakers crackles. Then two more. Then most of the room starts emitting a noise. A human voice fills the room. Voice: I don't know if anyone can hear me. My name's Sean Caldwell. Very loud rumbling is heard periodically in the transmission. Voice: I was with a small... There's a sigh. Voice: I was with a small group of survivors in Myers. We've been trapped here for two months by the Rippov. Our communications have been jammed for... I can't remember how long. We discovered this communications device earlier today, but the Rippov are currently in the process of demolishing this building. I probably won't survive, but we desperately need reinforcements... soooo... I went on a suicide run to send out this transmission. There's a silence. Voice: If anybody can hear me, please send help to the city of Myers. There's one highway into here, heavily guarded by Rippov. We'll probably all be dead within a month. More silence. Voice: So uhh... Sniff. Voice: I guess I'll try to get out now. Out. The radio goes completely silent.
The Many All of Us Dominion Master 11/22/2006 12:08:50 PM Level: 802 Experience: 2147483647 Total Posts: 19	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots The Grizzly apparently gets fed up with the punching, steps back, and starts riddling the building full of holes with all of its guns. It's been ten minutes since they last saw Sean, and the Reapers are getting restless. Jack indicates to the rest of the team that it's time to go. They fall back to the sewer and soon knock the secret code on the headquarters door. It opens, they rush in, and it is closed very swiftly. Cameron: Did Sean get back? Door guard: No sir. Cameron curses and kicks the wall. Cameron: That idiot. Jack is deadpan. Jack: Don't worry. If he makes it back, I'll kill him. Jack heads in and up the ladder to the inside of the base. Malcolm follows him, while Cameron's team hangs around the exit for a minute. Fifteen minutes ago; Sean leaps down a set of stairs into a Reaper, BayoSaw at full throttle. It fires through Sean's torso as it is carved. He scores a domino effect of headshots on three behind the one he just tore through before falling onto one knee. He's bleeding considerably. A Creepling, feeling particularly heroic, enters the hall and leaps at Sean. He punches it out of the air and pops it in the face before it can get back up. Vision starting to get blurry, but he forces himself to his feet. He limps down the hall as fast as he can. He turns to the door the Creepling came through and promptly receives a round to the vest, breaking a rib. Holy cow, those things are powerful. He's knocked on his butt and fires wildly on full auto, hardly able to see from the pain of his wound. Click. Empty. He can see the blurry figure of several more Reapers coming at him. There's a fleshy thunk and the sound of combat. He feels something very heavy fall on him. It's a Reaper with an axe lodged in its head. Another one slams against the door jamb, cracking it, and Sean sees it become impaled by... something... hard to see... A very large figure, not Rippov, steps through the doorway and heaves Sean onto his armored shoulder. Sean: ...Ja...ck...? The large person grunts. Sean conks out. Now; There are very loud slams on the headquarters door in the sewer. The gunners become alert and aim at the door. Cameron looks at the camera feed. Cameron: Open the door. He draws a Mk23 and points it at the door. The doorman opens it. Outside is an enormous orc, wearing huge steel shoulder plates, skulls and pelts on his belt, and a fedora. He also happens to be riding a zorish and holding Sean's body. A piece of cloth is tightly tied around Sean's midriff. Orc: This man needs medical attention now. Cameron and the doorman take Sean from the orc. Cameron: Thanks! The orc grunts, nods, and rides off down the sewer. Cameron and the doorman, after closing the door, manage to bring Sean up the ladder and to the medical bay.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 11/22/2006 9:30:56 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots Twenty minutes ago; Asmod punches one of the pirates in the back of the ship, giving him another concussion and knocking him out instantly. He returns to the pilot seat. The ship is entering the atmosphere of Wist. The surface looks nasty. He grunts. The automatic pilot is still going, luckily. It seems to be programmed to land automatically. Seems. After entry, a generic female computer voice informs him that manual control has been restored. Nuts. A klaxon blares. The generic female computer voice informs him of missile lock. A small window on a computer screen shows a camera that has locked onto the fighter craft behind him. He punches the door release button on the wall, depressurizing the cabin. Those pirates are SOL. Not his problem. He leaps from the craft, slamming into the fighter craft which was apparently a little too close. He punches through the craft's canopy, rips out the hulking pilot, and throws him. He jumps down into the cockpit and grabs the yoke. With any luck, this thing would be a little easier to pilot than the pirate ship. He self-notes that he really needs to take some flying lessons or something. He removes his axe blade from the seat, as the pressure applied from that angle is uncomfortable. Wads of foam come out with it. He aims the ship at a hulking beast that appears to be attempting to demolish a building with its large arm- and shoulder-mounted guns. That thing should provide good enough padding for a landing. He hopes. He finds what he assumes to be the throttle and pulls it back. The sound of the engine changes. He infers that he did indeed throttle down. He plows through the beast, knocking it on its side and killing it, and causing the fighter to decelerate considerably. The fighter skids along the road and finally comes to a stop when it slams into and demolished a planter in the sidewalk. He now sees a cluster of ugly pale-skinned alien things running toward him, shooting. Maybe he shouldn't have killed that big thing, because those dudes seem pretty mad. He rips his axe out of the seat again and leaps from the wreckage, charging madly at the alien-type things. He rapidly throws his three throwing axes at them, leaps into the group and starts flailing his battle axe, bringing them all down swiftly. In his common state of battle-rage, he spots several more of the aliens entering the building the giant thing was just pounding on. He heads for them and follows them in, cutting a swath through the halls. They don't really seem to care about him; there's something inside that requires their attention. He hacks through a few more, lodges his battle axe into one's head, punches another one right in the jaw, knocking it out instantly, throws another one to the ground and stomps its face, and finally kicks the last one into a door jamb, dazing it, and grabs a severed leg and impales the dazed one with the spiked knee pad. The alien with Asmod's axe in its head is lying atop a human, who appears to be on the verge of unconsciousness. The human is also obviously delirious, as he seems to call Asmod "Jack." Regardless, Asmod grabs his axe and pulls, lifting the body with it. Annoyed, he plants one foot firmly on its back and removes the axe from its head. He clips the axe back on its QD sling and, for some reason he can't quite figure out, lifts the human and slings him over his shoulder. He steps over the bodies and exits the building.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 11/29/2006 10:39:29 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots After wandering down the desolate road a little bit, Asmod grows tired of the blood running down his body. He finds a convenient source of cloth and makes a very shoddy bandage around the man's wound. As he does so, the man finally comes to--barely. After a minute of mostly incoherent mumbling, Asmod gets what he assumes are directions. Hopefully these directions are where the man wants to go, and not where not to go. Whatever. He finishes the bandage and climbs down a large hole in the middle of the street. He was going to use a manhole, but since it's not an orchole, he figured it would be a lot easier to fit through this ten-foot hole. Dang... it's pretty deep. One of the few things that scares a being of his mass and strength is holes that big and hobbits. He decides to stick to the sewer. He shimmies a little bit because the human was sliding down his shoulder. The human makes a deathly noise. Hmm... probably shouldn't do that. That's a dangload of blood. He steps to the side and turns around just in time for a large cat-like thing's jaws to clamp down on his shoulder plate. He grabs it by the neck and punches it in the mouth. He bets it's never been punched there. It submits and he mounts it, continuing down the sewer atop it. Its head hangs low, apparently ashamed of itself. Its brethren are shaking there heads and snickering, but they leave Asmod alone. Quite some time later, he sees a large steel wall covering a branch of the sewer. It looks very out of place. Looks about right. He rides over and pounds on the door. Hum dee dee. The door opens. There's a pistol pointed at him. Asmod: This man needs medical attention now. Two men who appear to be soldiers take the man from Asmod. One of them utters a word of thanks before the door is slammed in Asmod's face. He frowns.
The Many All of Us Dominion Master 12/5/2006 6:22:38 PM Level: 802 Experience: 2147483647 Total Posts: 19	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots Jack pauses his and Malcolm's Gears of War session. He stands up. Jack: Mal, come with me. He goes over to the doorway, hangs out, and looks down a hall. Jack: BUCK! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE! He walks over to a locker, rips it open, and pulls out a really cool-looking helmet. He places it over his head and latches it to his armor. Red, glowing lights on the helmet where his eyes would be kick on. He grabs a Lanus Arms Pulse Rifle. Malcolm grabs his own. Jack's voice is amplified through the helmet's speakers. Jack: Where'd your helmet go? Malcolm: Ugh. I never found it when I was discharged. Jack: Hm. That stinks. Malcolm grunts. Jack: Grab your stuff. It's time to His voice is twisted into what can only be compared to Male 2 from Unreal Tournament. Jack: assault the base. Malcolm grabs his stuff. A black man, equally large as the hulking Ellixans but without the armor, steps into the room. He is holding a Perrenor TechSystems Cyclone and has a Satyr slung on his back, as well as a Mk23 in a thigh holster. Malcolm extrapolates that Jack only calls on this guy when he's going to assault the base. Malcolm: We're just going out to ravage the bad guys? Jack: That's right. Malcolm: Sounds like my kind of mid-day recreation. Buck nods with a slight smirk. Buck: There's a Reaper hole near the elementary school. Fresh. At the moment, there's no danger of... bigger foes. Should be a simple target-rich environment. Malcolm: Is there a reason they're so interested in this city? Seems pretty dead. Jack: We're here. That's reason enough for them. Malcolm cocks his head as if asking Jack to elaborate. Jack: They want all humans dead. Since they've wiped out a large portion of this rock's population, finding and eliminating the rest of us has become an obsession. I guess. Malcolm: Good enough reason for us to go on a killing spree. Jack: My thoughts exactly. Malcolm plugs his spent Pulse Rifle batteries into a charging rack before slapping a new one into the gun and looking awesome.
The Many All of Us Dominion Master 12/6/2006 11:49:42 PM Level: 802 Experience: 2147483647 Total Posts: 19	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots Some time later, the three men climb out of a large pipe underneath a small bridge. There appears to have been a stream here at one point. That's gotta violate some health codes. Buck exits first, sweeping the area with his monstrous multi-barreled gun. Buck: We're behind the school. They climb out of the small ravine and scan the area. The rear of the schoolyard is empty. The ground is covered with patches of long-dead grass. Unwanted weeds (if there was anybody left to not want them) still exist. The playground is in shambles. The ink-filled sky grows even darker as twilight sets in. They are unfazed. The Ellixans save their suit-mounted lights for after the firefight begins. They move quickly toward the school building. Malcolm heads inside. The interior is empty. That means walls too. It's basically one giant room... with a rip hole in the middle of it. Malcolm hits his radio. Malcolm: We've got two rip holes. Buck: Sweeeet. Malcolm raises an eyebrow and moves toward the rip hole. He's quite confident if anything was coming up, he would hear it. His ears are ringing in the utter silence. Jack's voice comes over the radio. Jack: Going hot. That's all. Malcolm then hears a chainsaw and a scream. He kind of ignores it and peers into the rip hole. Gunfire opens up outside. Malcolm shrugs and tosses a grenade in the hole, then heads outside to join the fight.
The Many All of Us Dominion Master 12/31/2006 11:55:18 PM Level: 802 Experience: 2147483647 Total Posts: 19	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots Malcolm stops at the glass entranceway of the school. Tons of rubble from the mysteriously destroyed contents of the building is scattered about, providing ample concealment, but not necessarily cover, as usual. He ducks behind a thick pile of 2x4s and broken sheetrock. The last remaining pane of glass shatters as a Rippov outside catches a glimpse of Malcolm and sends a burst his way. It's flipping dark. He wonders how they saw him. He pops his head up to get a glimpse of the opposition. It's flipping dark. Jack: Mal, Reapers have excellent night vision. Don't try to use the darkness for cover. Malcolm: That's surprising. Why did we come out here at night? Jack: Makes it more exciting. His burst of gunfire comes loudly over the radio. Jack: Buck, hose time! The hail of blaster bolts from Buck's Cyclone is spectacular. They light the area fairly well, so Malcolm jumps up and pumps a few bolts into a reaper that was trying to get a little too close. The gunfire lulls for a split second and Malcolm catches a sound from behind himself. He pounds a button on his suit, prompting two lights on his chest to kick on and flood the inside of the school. One of those wretched creeplings is bounding across the floor toward him. His BayoSaw screams and the creepling runs into it, dismembering itself. He shoots it in the face a couple times to make sure it's dead. Looks like his grenade in the hole didn't help them any. Malcolm: I need to cut back through the building and go out the back. I alerted the denizens of the hole in here with a grenade. Jack: Crud. This isn't going the way I wanted it. Malcolm: Does it ever? Jack: No. Another enormous mass of blaster bolts is hurled from Buck's Cyclone, pwning two reapers. Malcolm pushes off of the pile of rubble and runs as fast as he can toward the other side of the school. He sees a hand grab the edge of the rip hole when he's about halfway there. Somehow he gets a slight burst of speed. Another arm reaches up and grabs the floor as a reaper begins to hoist itself out. Malcolm reaches the edge of the hole and leaps with all his might. His boot collides with the reaper's jaw, knocking it down into the hole, and Malcolm barely clears the hole, losing some balance. He turns around and looks into the hole, touching off a few rounds at whatever movement he can see. He turns back around and resumes his painful sprint toward the back door. He bashes through it with his armored shoulder and keeps running, hoping that if any Rippov made it back here, they would be too surprised by the giant man bursting through the door to shoot him. He doesn't see anything, so he turns and rounds the school in Jack's direction, slowing down considerably. Seconds later, he slams against an industrial air conditioner, a few feet away from Jack, who is leaning against a broken husk of an old military vehicle. Malcolm: This is just frustrating. We should leave. Jack: Agreed. Buck: Rear! They're flanking! Jack: In here. He and Malcolm climb into the old vehicle. Not a preferrable location, but it least it would provide cover to both sides. Malcolm: Buck, what's your status? Buck: WHOAOUH! Bring it on, BABY! Malcolm: ...Okay. Buck: In other words, I'm kicking butt. Malcolm: Glad to hear it. He diverts his attention to Jack. Malcolm: How are we getting out of here? Jack: Come on, Mal. Who do you think we are? You've been retired too long. Malcolm grunts. He lays some fire down. Several explosions rock the parking lot and a ton of gunfire comes from the road, on the other side. It's not directed at our intrepid heroes, however, and a roaring engine can be heard. Jack: Maybe that's how we'll get out of here. A large, armored vehicle plows through the parking lot, gunfire pouring out of every orifice into the Rippov. The front of the vehicle opens and two men in armor, somewhat similar to that worn by Jack and Malcolm, leap out. Gunfire continues to pour out of the vehicle's openings. A man shouts over the gunfire. Man: Any humans here, get your yeahs into the vehicle! We're getting the heck outta here! A rocket sails over Malcolm's and Jack's heads from behind, so they know it's time to get the heck out of dodge. They hop out of the vehicle and dash toward the armored vehicle in the parking lot. Malcolm: Buck, get moving! Buck: Already on it! They get to the vehicle and leap up the ramp. After laying down some more fire, the two men that got out jump back in. The ramp raises and one of them jumps into the driver seat, slams it into reverse, and squeals the tires back out to the road, then puts it in drive and floors it. Malcolm: Who are you guys? Man: We'd like to know the same thing! It takes Malcolm a moment to realize he means he wants to know who Malcolm, Jack, and Buck are. Man: We're the Sarkyn marines. Sergeant Atkin Moores. Jack: You came in the highway? Atkin: Yeah. Jack: You took out the grizzly? Atkin: I assume so. The big thing's dead as fried chicken. Jack: Good. Now we can blow this slaghole. Atkin: We got a transmission from somewhere in this city a few hours ago. I think he said his name was Sean Caldwell. Jack raises an eyebrow. Atkin: Command sent us here to find survivors. Can't say the ihbrim on the highway wasn't fun to take out. So who are you guys? You seem pretty well armed. Jack: Jack Knopfler, ex-Iron Guard. Atkin: You mean Suerton Iron Guard? Jack nods. Atkin: Wow. That would explain it. Malcolm: Malcolm Griggs... ex-Iron Guard. Atkin: Hot dang. Two elite Ellixans in one city. It's no wonder you guys have survived this long trapped in here. Malcolm: I just got here today. Atkin: Oh. Sorry to hear that. They hear a thud, followed by the vehicle rocking slightly. The driver yells triumphantly. One of the marines in the back shakes his fist in the air and proclaims "Vehicular manslaughter!" Jack: We've got seventy-some men in our base. Not many are trained. Got any suggestions on how to get them out? Atkin: We'll be carting soldiers in and out of the city all day tomorrow. Should be two more APCs arriving in the morning. You guys seem to be having pachee trouble, so we're going to have to head out on the highway to contact command. Where's your base? Jack: It's not easily accessible anywhere but the sewer. It's how we haven't drawn attention to it. Atkin: Eggh. Okay... I assume you guys can make it back okay on foot. Jack nods. Atkin: You mind if one of my men goes back with you? He can get a head start on planning your evac. Jack: Fine with me. Atkin: Alright. He turns to one of the men in the back. Atkin: Jay, go with these guys. Get some more intel and get some plans together. We're gonna head out the highway to get command a sitrep and we'll be back. Jack: There's a parking garage across the street from a coffee shop called Cole's. On your way back, just take the first left and keep going until you see it. We've been keeping vehicles there for over a month without drawing Rippov attention. Cameron Neilssen will meet you there and bring you to the base. The Rippov released zorishes in the sewer, so make sure you watch your back when you get in. Atkin: Got it. Jack turns to the driver. Jack: Let us out here. The driver stops the APC. Jack, Malcolm, Buck, and Jay exit and it drives off, leaving them on foot in the dark once again.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 1/27/2007 11:33:38 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots As the other zorishes in the sewer see Asmod has shown domination over his steed, they shy away from him instead of ripping out tubing important to his cardiovascular system. He rides the zorish out of the sewer and wanders aimlessly through the streets. He happens to look something like a Rippov worker, only covered in green sewage, so the Rippov pretty much ignore him. He's not exactly sure where he should go. Some time later, he hears a grunt that he perceives as directed at him. He turns and sees a reaper/grunt pointing at him and barking in some strange language. Asmod doesn't understand it, but manages to pick up from the Rippov's body language what he's saying. The grunt seems to want Asmod to help them dig. Asmod doesn't think anything of it, since he just got here and doesn't know anything about the Rippov, but it is rather strange that the Rippov are digging... from the surface.
The Many All of Us Dominion Master 3/17/2007 12:30:29 AM Level: 802 Experience: 2147483647 Total Posts: 19	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots The moment the guards close the blast door behind Jack, Malcolm, Buck, and Jay, a man steps forward, looking at Jack. Man: Jack. Jack waves for the others to continue upstairs. Jack: What is it, Paul? Paul: Wolf just got back again. Jack raises an eyebrow. Jack: What was he doing out? Paul: All he told me when he left was that he had something he needed to look into. Now that I think about it, I should have had him tell me since-- Jack: Forget it. Just tell me what's going on. Paul: Wolf stumbled on a concentration of Rippov at LCD. That usually means something important's there. Jack: ...And you want to do what? Paul: Sir, I want to take Lien and go check it out. Jack squints. Paul: ...I'm going with her. I spent six years in LCD. I know the place. Jack ponders for several moments. Jack: Fine... but get back ASAP. Paul nods. They continue upstairs.
Short Billy Gold Captain and Crew of the Frozen Chicken Pirate Dominion Master 4/18/2007 11:43:14 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 21	RE: Bad Choice of Vacation Spots Atop what used to be a rather lavish bank house stands Amonost and Jeremy. They're observing the siege on the Marine base through binoculars. Amonost: That is a lot of dudes. Jeremy: We gotta get this guy to a medic five minutes ago. Amonost: I know, I know... Amonost scans for the safest path to the base. From this vantage point, he can see a series of alleyways leading almost right to the Marine base. Amonost: That bunch of alleyways over there seems to be our best bet. He points. Jeremy takes a gander through his optics and agrees. They again sling the wounded Marine over their shoulders and make their way to ground level. They enter the first alley. It is completely devoid of life. They round a few corners... still nothing, but the ground suddenly begins vibrating. That means a hole is coming up, but it's almost impossible to tell where. Suddenly the ground right beneath Jeremy's feet gives way, also bringing part of a nearby building with it. Jeremy and the Marine fall into the now-gaping hole. Amonost is pulled partly with them, slamming face-first into the ground, only holding onto the Marine with one-hand. Jeremy is hanging by the Marine's other arm. Marine: Yarrgh.... Yargh killin' me... Amonost is screaming various random words in an effort to hold the two not-so-light guys up. Jeremy lets go of the Marine and clings to various crevices in the wall of the hole. He manages to climb out and help Amonost pull the Marine up. Grunts are climbing furiously out of the hole right behind them. Amonost turns and kicks one in the face, knocking it back down the hole. Jeremy unloads his AK into them. A few fall back into the hole, but others only take glancing hits and make it to ground level. Amonost attempts to kick another back down, but it's like kicking a concrete wall. He ducks as it swings its massive rifle at him. The other one fires a burst at Jeremy, a round catching him in the armor. He is blown off his feet and given a couple broken ribs by the insanely powerful Rippov projectile. He rolls, screaming, behind a dumpster. Amonost manages to take out the two remaining grunts with some lucky shots from his 16" FAL. He turns around and yells out for Jeremy who calls back from behind the dumpster. Amonost: Can you move? Jeremy falls out from behind the dumpster. Jeremy: Not... really. Amonost: Dangit! Almost there too! He heaves a grenade down the rip hole with all his might, its satisfying blast resonating through the ground. It at least relieved some of his rage. He checks the wounded Marine. He still has a pulse, but he appears to be unconscious. He urgently removes the Marine's armor. At least that makes him about 30 pounds lighter. Jeremy: It hurts to breath. Amonost: Don't. Jeremy: Amonost takes a quick look around. Amonost: Hide in that dumpster and don't make a sound. I'll get this Marine back to base and I'll be right back for you with help. Jeremy: All right... I'll need help. Amonost gives him a boost up into the dumpster. There is a yelp and a thud as he hits the bottom. Amonost tosses the Marine's armor in for added protection. Amonost: Remember—don't make a sound! Jeremy: Yeah... He closes the dumpster lid and grabs the Marine, running as fast as he can toward the base. He gets to the exit of the last alley; the Marine base is right there! The only problem is that a squad of grunts are between him and it. Luckily they're all facing the base and firing from behind a thick pile of rubble. Amonost shrugs and tosses a live grenade right at their feet. Fortunately, they couldn't hear it land over all the gunfire. He ducks back into the alley as it explodes, sending deadly shrapnel and debris everywhere. He's finally home free! He grabs the wounded Marine, hoping he's not dead yet, and runs as hard as he can with the 170 pound man on him. Eruantion pops up from behind some sand bags to fire again at the group of grunts at the rubble pile but instead sees Amonost and a half-dead guy. Eru: AMONOST! O.O He leaps over the sandbags to help carry the wounded man. They quickly get him inside and to a medic. Eru: Where's Jeremy? Amonost: Wounded in a dumpster. See if you can get a couple people, we need to go back for him. Eru calls a couple guys who are near some windows taking pot shots. They run over. Eru: You two are with me. We're on a rescue mission. Amonost: He's pretty close by. Let's go. They rush back out into the fray and into the alley. One of the men that came with them grabs one of the Rippov rifles off a dead grunt and slings it for later. Man: Sweet. Amonost rounds the corner where Jeremy should be and sees three grunts marching down the corridor. Amonost: SNAP! Everybody else rounds the corner as well and they all open fire on the grunts, laying them out quickly. Amonost rushes over to the dumpster and flings the lid up. Amonost: Jeremy! He rips the armor out and tosses it aside. Jeremy: About time. Eru and Amonost pull him out of the dumpster and head back to base.

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