[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;48973880]"Will do," Neasha replied over the comm. The ship climbed several kilometers vertically over the base before rocking forward and diving, the crew briefly experiencing free-fall as if going over the crest of a rollercoaster. The ground approached rapidly and quickly the targets came into view, and all the guns mounted on the vessel's belly were put into use at once.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[7]: The Belladonna steered back and sped up to astounding levels, as they accelerated they locked to quick targets, decimated them on the ground while making sure any anti-air defense didn't caught on to them.
[QUOTE=liberalllama;48973945]Pippin turned himself over a few moments after he landed, and drew his pistol. With both hands, he aimed for the back of the Sync and fired twice.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[2]: The Sync turned around and saw Pippin pull out his customized pistol, she shook her head and formed a bubble, deflecting the bullets with ease. She enhanced speed and took his pistol out of his hands. Disarming him once again. "I'd rather not fight, if that's okay with you. Thank you for trying at least." She said with politeness, pushing him away in the exact same position while observing the gun. Dissembling it.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;48973981]"I welcome the challenge." The Elite said to him.
"Oh, shut up." Varn aimed at the elite's knees. Let's see if he could stand tall with no feet.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll Critical Failure[highlight][1][/highlight] The Elite dodged the salvos aimed at his knees and took out a chain dagger from his belt, activating it with the use of a button. He zig zagged his way as Varn kept firing, only to feel a incredible pint of pain at the side of his knee. The blade printed within his muscle, later bone. Blood covering both with their own armor. The blade in a few short sawed off Varn's right knee, falling down as the limb fell.
The Elite stared at his work and was going to put this man out of his misery.
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;48974396]The grenade cracked opened the ground just as intended. However one of the Elite was still standing. "I hope Dwan is here by now." Muttered Lion to himself as he fired two salvos at the elite.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[4]: The charged salvos dented the frontal armor of his enemy but marched on, holding a gun. He spread his kinetic power across the field, suppressing him and marines into cover.
[QUOTE=Damian0358;48974412]Dwan reached the group out of breath. In order to catch his breath, he turned on his howitzer's machine gun mode and fired at the Crimson soldiers, suppressing fire to let the group know he was with them.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[5]: His upgraded howitizer sprang several salvos at incoming soldiers on his front but nevertheless the skirmish kept going, he saw his friends battle others.
[QUOTE=Deathgrunt;48974924]Hopefully for Viper and Pippin, it wasn't going to. Viper unleashed an volley of slugs at Mach 7 speeds into the Sync backside to confirm this.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll Critical Success[highlight][10][/highlight]: Before the Sync could react, she had took a slug to the face not to mention to the leg areas. She kneed down and saw this before initiating a shield before-
[QUOTE=Radley;48974214]As Iska rose up and began firing with the MG3-S resting on the rock, the rest of the squad got up too to unleash a bulletstorm on the sync.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll Critical Success[highlight][9][/highlight]: Several soldiers and Iska unleashed bullets upon the weakened state of the Sync. The sync received buckshot, plasma, lasers, anything that could overwhelm her to the point of piercing that armor. She was filled with holes to say the least as several Privateers walked up to her, kicking her to the side of the head. "You want to kill this bitch?" A Privateer asked to Iska.
...
The demolitions at the far left side of the cracks have already begun to start work on the explosions. Using the same tools as before they began to rappel down inside. Two Privateers looked at each other unpacking objects of compact size, labeled with a CAUTION sign. "Look don't you go and play with this shit, we've already got Crimson Bastard on our backs and in space. This is our only chance to clean them out."
"Got it."
"Now, disable the safety and press the codes from Ops before doing this."
"Right."
"Now, pull out the red wires and turn the knob."
"Got it." He said as he pulled several wires.
"NOT THE GREEN-
A massive explosion erupted inside the tunnel, cracking the planet's crust even more while also engulfing several platoons of HarkArk troops.
"pippin pulled himself to his feet and ran up to the soldiers surrounding the sync. "Wait! Wait! She could have killed me, but she didn't, we should do the same."
A Privateer scoffed and laughed. "She's apart of the Crimson Son, we're at war. Why should we let her go?"
"What the-AAARRRRGGGHHHH!" a second later Varn was on his back, not feeling his own leg.
WARNING! Balance levels are critical! WARNING!-Gabriel flashed on his HUD.
The world was already dark, now it had succumbed to shades of red. The rage had taken over. With an animistic scream Varn extended the blade in his armor from his hand as the elite got closer. "I'M DOWN, BUT NOT OUT YET, YOU BASTARD!"
Dwan heard Varn's yell of pain. He turned to see him on the ground, as some Crimson chump cut him down. Dwan aimed his howitzer at the Elite and fired at him.
Iska stood up behind the cover and pumped the MG above her head "Blow her head to bloody pulp!" she shouted with glee, as did her squad who were cheering behind her, also raising their guns.
Viper looked down onto injured Crimson Snyc. Ready to deliver an soild deplete uranium slug into her cranium but shutter as Pippin rush to the surrounding privateers, pleading for her survival in face of squad of armed men who wish to see her in an shallow gave. His naive disposition was an rarity among these ruthless mercenaries and cutthroats, hopefully it wouldn't prove to be his undoing.
The Sanghvi left the Sync fate to the others as more important issues arose as Varn vials flash on Implant's Hud.
Viper swiftly rushed to Varn, even though the Sanghvi didn't particular care for the merc's life but wouldn't see an crewmen lose his life nonetheless.
Viper found the Varn and rather massive individual, both red in either blood or icons. Viper jump onto back of the elite with claws and talons at the ready.
"Sounds good to me." A Privateer said as he cocked his gun. They all stood back as they immediately readied their guns. "Ready?"
[editline]24th October 2015[/editline]
[QUOTE=kilerabv;48975296]"What the-AAARRRRGGGHHHH!" a second later Varn was on his back, not feeling his own leg.
WARNING! Balance levels are critical! WARNING!-Gabriel flashed on his HUD.
The world was already dark, now it had succumbed to shades of red. The rage had taken over. With an animistic scream Varn extended the blade in his armor from his hand as the elite got closer. "I'M DOWN, BUT NOT OUT YET, YOU BASTARD!"[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[7]: Just when the Elite was about to stab Varn through the heart, he was met with a clash of blades, knocking the chaindagger off of his hands. The Elite grabbed him by the wrists, wrestling over control.
[QUOTE=Damian0358;48975331]Dwan heard Varn's yell of pain. He turned to see him on the ground, as some Crimson chump cut him down. Dwan aimed his howitzer at the Elite and fired at him.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[3]: Dwan was looking at both guys, ensuring Varn would survive. Another Elite that was fighting Lion who has just taken cover noticed Dwan. The armless Elite fired at the side of Dwan using his only arm, landing at least a hit.
[QUOTE=Deathgrunt;48975537]Viper found the Varn and rather massive individual, both red in either blood or icons. Viper jump onto back of the elite with claws and talons at the ready.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll Critical Failure[highlight][1][/highlight]: As the Elite wrestled control of Varn, he was met with a strange Sanghvi,
Both men tried to overwhelmed but he was built for this, the most dangerous tasks. The Elite threw Varn out of the play field. Viper struggled to take on the massive soldier, the Elite pulled its talons off his back, slamming it to the thick rock, while pressing its boot onto it's thin neck. The Elite founded his gun and raised it up.
"Your sacrifice was honorable. Farewell."
Varn landed on his back when the elite threw him. He looked up and he could see that he was fighting something. Due to his sight being clouded, he couldn't make out what it was.
"Oh, no no no! You and me aren't done yet!" Varn pulled out his handgun and fired at the elite. Hoping to give whatever he was fighting the distraction it needed.
Pippin stepped between Iska and the Privateers. "It's not right, I won't let you do it." he paused "And besides, we need to find out more about these, abilities the Crimson Son have..."
[Pippin is gonna join Varn in the near-death point at this rate.]
(Nah, I'm in much better condition than Varn, I'm just a bit beaten up)
Iska was in awe, but her baffled expression soon turned into one of anger.
she slid down from the rise and walked up to Pippin "[I've had enough of your shit, you squeaky son of a bitch]" She managed to press out between her clenched teeth while grabbing Pippin by the collar and lifting him off his feet. Iskas eyes were slowly turning crimson red, and she threw Pippin to the ground next to the sync, "Is her or both of you, little man" Iska muttered while raising the barrel of the machine gun.
[Doom, roll for pippins answer to defuse the blood rage. If it fails, she won't kill him but seriously injure him. If you guys are down of course.]
Pippin backed up and slowly raised his hands. "we've got to have standards, she's defenseless." He said slowly, as calmly as he could given the situation. "And like I said, she could have killed me, but she chose not to, even when I was trying to shoot her."
[QUOTE=liberalllama;48975997]Pippin backed up and slowly raised his hands. "we've got to have standards, she's defenseless." He said slowly, as calmly as he could given the situation. "And like I said, she could have killed me, but she chose not to, even when I was trying to shoot her."[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll Critical Success[highlight][10][/highlight]
Iska eyed Pippin while slowly lowering the machine gun. Suddenly, Iska turned the gun on the sync and let of a round at almost point blank which more or less obliterated her head. Slightly splattered with blood, Iska bent down and put blood from the puddle on three of her fingers. She straightened up and drew three diagonal lines across her face and took a deep, almost aroused, breath.
She walked over to Pippin standing roughly a meter apart and looked down on him, "on planet now are two people" she explained with a wide grin, "strong" she said while tapping her closed fist on her chest, "dead" she finished while giving the syncs lifeless body a light kick. She walked away towards where the fighting seemd to be going on, and her squad followed.
As the marines in her squad passed Pippin they all gave him some uncomfortable looks.
Pippin sat back down next to the body of the woman who'd spared him. Suddenly he turned back towards Iska and shouted after her. "You didn't do that because you were strong, you did that because you wanted to, because you don't give a damn about anyone's life. There are a lot more types of people in the world than that, and you're whats called an asshole!"
Viper struggled to no avail with the elite and thrown into an nearby rock. Locking it's neck under the cold steel of his boot, drawing his firearm shortly afterwards to execute it.
The Sanghvi did everything it could to get off of his grip to survive, from launching several 20mm canisters of both smoke and smart flash of random order into his helmet in rapid succession
At the same time, Viper gave everything it had to break his grip on the Sanghvi's torso. Striking his leg with it's talons and claw in fanatic attack.
Iska stopped briefly and worked the thought in her head, either Pippin was as naive as she had thought or the sync had either been forced to joined or she had been brainwashed. Either way, she found herself on the wrong end of the barrel. Clan Volgrim honored their enemies by following their way of fighting, and the sons had showed that they'd do anything to be victorious when they killed the captain and blew up that thing on Odina. Eye for an eye. Iska shook her head and continued walking.
Rask grinned at the sight of the trail of destruction he left behind as the ship began to climb again. "No radar locks on us. Keh, good flying, serek!"
"Yakka!" Gataska concurred. She released control of the machine turrets and moved back to the medical bay. Even Neasha was beginning to believe that she could handle the chaos which was being thrown at her.
---
It was late afternoon in Ébo, and a fog had settled in over the campus of the State Naval College. Young kanads, 16 and 17 years old, shuffled in and out of buildings and classes as the sun hung low behind the torpid skyline. Some gathered in the plaza outside the main entrance to the complex, awaiting a mag-train which would take them to the central station. Some lived in the city; others lived hours away. All of them wore similar uniforms, differing only slightly in the insignia and trim, and all of them walked, talked, and thought as they had been trained to do in the highly-disciplined environment of the planet's elite learning institution.
s
News had reached them of the impending mobilization. A notification published by the State Board of Defense Information was calling for all able-bodied kanads of Academy education or better to register with the Black Fleet for possible combat operations. Those with less than a semester remaining of SNC education could accept an officer's commission early and deploy with the fleet immediately. The students chattered in the plaza nervously...
"[Do you think this one will be as bad as the last one?]"
"[They've said nothing about a war, though.]"
"[But what else could it be? The last time they called for early commissions-]"
"[It's just precaution, I think. There's been a lot of talk about the UGC collapsing...]"
"[Don't talk about it like that. The SS like to eavesdrop around here. Plus, I heard a rumor that there was a blackjacket here just a few hours ago.]"
"Zhuka. [What the hell would they want with us? Oh, that's our train, isn't it? Who's that getting off?]"
"[Oh fuck...]"
Stepping off the platform into the crisp air of the plaza was an officer dressed from head to tow in black. His silver hair and thick beard proclaimed his advanced age, and yet his build implied an active lifestyle. In fact, Major Dzyrom Vor'Pangn was approaching retirement after years of exile to deskwork, having proved too compassionate for anything else and yet too well-connected to be fired. He maintained his diet and exercise routine in case the state called upon him to serve, but he had narrowly avoided that fate when his deployment orders were deferred during the last war, thanks to a chronic immune system disorder.
As Dzyrom's eyes swept the plaza, the crowd of students backed away as if shying away from his gaze. Even those utterly innocent of wrongdoing feared his cap and coat as if they were the cloak of death itself. He yawned and they flinched. Annoyed with their cowardice, he spoke up, his old and disused windpipe stressed by the sudden activity as the quiet old man spoke up:
"[Listen up, you little punks- I don't give a watery shit about any of you. I'm looking for a kid named Ryvik Sidikan, SNCoC Class of 2383. He's not at home, and if he was at class, he should have been on this train two hours ago. If anyone's got a lead, speak up now.]"
"[I'm Ryvik,]" one of the students answered promptly. He was lanky and awkward, and a thick mop of hair nearly obscured his eyes under the bill of his arctic white cap. He matched the description of the kid Dzyrom was looking for. "[I was sketching in the commons, that's all,]" he explained, nervously.
---
Yanim and Virin smiled as they watched their ship throw a section of the Crimson Son line into disarray. Those who were left over were highly vulnerable, they reasoned, and so they prepped another mortar in the launcher they used before, this time aiming at a more shallow angle.
"Keep firing!" Yelled Lion as the one-armed Elite continued to hold the line.
While reloading his rifle, Lion figured that he needed a bigger weapon.
He decided to put the rifle on his backpack and switched it for the LWA Last Stand which began unfolding from its inactive state.
"Let's see how you like this."
Lion then swung up and started to unleash a hailstorm of kinetic projectiles at the Elite.
Dwan, having been shot, realized that he should jump into cover. As he was in cover, he aimed once more at the Elite that was beating down Varn and Viper, this time firing at him with his Bellevue Ancaria.
[video=youtube;CMvbFIW1q5c]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMvbFIW1q5c[/video]
The Crimson Son fleet had arrived. It was a massive swarm of black ships slowly moving towards the HarkArk fleet while opening fire with their red plasma cannons and beam weapons.
Zhaneys stroked his beard and got a stern expression on his face. "Well this was certainly a surprise." He stood up from his chair and walked up to the bridge window. "Good thing we're ready for anything."
He turned to the bridge officers. "Engage protocol Zeta, enter chevron formation. I want three layers, mix it up."
The officers in white uniforms sprung to action. Red lights began flashing across the entire bridge. "This is Mjolnir to fleet, engage protocol Zeta. Three layered chevron formation, mixed layout." Yelled the communications officer as Zhaneys walked back to his chair.
Slowly the SDF fleet formed up into a chevron, with the Mjolnir taking the lead.
"Let's show these cykas how real men fight." Said Zhaneys as he lit a cigar. "Prepare Mass Acceleration Cannon, three shots."
"Copy, prepping MAC." Replied one of the officers.
"Sir, incoming bogeys. Fighter and bomber details."
"Reroute all our deep space squadrons, focus fire on those bombers. Alert all the frigates and destroyers, we need those point defense systems online."
"Yes sir, relaying order."
One of the Crimson Son battlecruisers started powering up it's main beam weapon. A blinding red alert went at the Mjolnir, triggering its shields.
Several alarms came on.
"Status?" Asked Zhaneys calmly.
"Shields are holding, minor pressure."
The admiral chuckled. "Return fire, fire the MAC."
A officer in a red uniform nodded and started handing out orders to the officers responsible for the weapon systems.
"Firing MAC, first shot."
The entire ship shook as a bright blue projectile akin to that of a supersized railgun fired away towards the battlecruiser. The impact caused a wide explosion which engulfed the entire ship.
It was of no use though, the explosion died out and revealed a perfectly intact vessel.
"First shot, no effect on target." Saidf one of the deck officers in a blue uniform.
"Fire the next round." Said Zhaneys as he started to look annoyed.
The weapons officer nodded and relayed the order.
Bang. The ship shook as another projectile fired away. Unlike last time, there was no explosion, instead several smaller explosions appeared as the MAC round tore off several large chunks of the battlecruiser.
"Second shot, positive effect on target. We have a hit, sir."
Zhaneys grinned. "Arm missile pods one through twenty, target their beam weapon."
-----
As the SDF fleet moved into position and began engaging the Crimson Son fleet's right side, swarms of fighters deployed to counter the smaller ships of the hostile.
"This is Zulu Lead, all wings form up on me. Prepare kinetic cannons and arm your missile pods; we got a bloody fight ahead of us lads."
Dozens of black and white SDF fighters formed up and left the comfort of the fleet to meet the Crimson Son fighters and bombers inbetween the two massive fleets. "For Terra." Said the SDF wingleader.
Chaos erupted as the fighters clashed, projectiles flew everywhere as the pilots tried to knock eachother out.
"Vepr 7, you got a fighter on your tail!"
"This is Jäger 10, I'm hit! I'm h-"
"Booyah! Scratch one!"
The SDF communications almost went haywire as the fighters started relaying information to eachother and the smaller frigates which soon joined the battle.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;48975792]Varn landed on his back when the elite threw him. He looked up and he could see that he was fighting something. Due to his sight being clouded, he couldn't make out what it was.
"Oh, no no no! You and me aren't done yet!" Varn pulled out his handgun and fired at the elite. Hoping to give whatever he was fighting the distraction it needed.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[5]: As Varn pulled out his handgun still laying on the ground he attempted to shoot the Elite fighting Viper, only to miss.
[QUOTE=Deathgrunt;48976279]Viper struggled to no avail with the elite and thrown into an nearby rock. Locking it's neck under the cold steel of his boot, drawing his firearm shortly afterwards to execute it.
The Sanghvi did everything it could to get off of his grip to survive, from launching several 20mm canisters of both smoke and smart flash of random order into his helmet in rapid succession
At the same time, Viper gave everything it had to break his grip on the Sanghvi's torso. Striking his leg with it's talons and claw in fanatic attack.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll Critical Failure[highlight][1][/highlight]: It was useless, the Elite knew of any trick he held, ignoring the smoke canisters and wasting no time. He unleashed a hail fire of large caliber among the Sanghvi's torso area not to mention several onto the head. He stomped onto the neck to create utmost pressure.
Viper could almost feel death coming within its state. [b]Someone must help him[/b]
[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;48977152]Yanim and Virin smiled as they watched their ship throw a section of the Crimson Son line into disarray. Those who were left over were highly vulnerable, they reasoned, and so they prepped another mortar in the launcher they used before, this time aiming at a more shallow angle.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[2]: A few Crimson who were put in disarray saw the Belladonna attack their defensive lines and decide some payback was in order. Brigade soldiers installed shells into their anti-air vehicles and entered through to target. They unleashed massive amounts of missiles and shells towards their position, shelling almost proving useless against their supersonic speed while guided missiles were effective enough to shatter their streak.
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;48977611]"Keep firing!" Yelled Lion as the one-armed Elite continued to hold the line.
While reloading his rifle, Lion figured that he needed a bigger weapon.
He decided to put the rifle on his backpack and switched it for the LWA Last Stand which began unfolding from its inactive state.
"Let's see how you like this."
Lion then swung up and started to unleash a hailstorm of kinetic projectiles at the Elite.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[8]: The Last stand immediately activated upon the armless Elite, taking in hundreds of bullets per second while the Elite was engulfed with smoke and firepower. The Elite kneed down and still alive but on his last breath. He was stunned for the moment.
[QUOTE=Damian0358;48978172]Dwan, having been shot, realized that he should jump into cover. As he was in cover, he aimed once more at the Elite that was beating down Varn and Viper, this time firing at him with his Bellevue Ancaria.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[4]: The Elite was tired of this little guy bugging him. He turned and sprinted towards him and tackled him into submission. He pounded both of Dwan's arms against the ground, as he saw the Bellevue Ancaria. He disarmed him and placed his boot against his chest. Observing the guy.
"I saw you people during Gadon, I don't know what you want with us, but I'm only here to eliminate invaders." He slightly twisted the barrel of the gun. Before snapping it in too.
"Not to mention your weaponry exceeds that of anyone out here. Sorry they have to be destroyed." He pulled out his chainsword and went for the kill towards Dwan's chest.
Lion saw the elite fall to hos knees. At the same time his internal HUD flashed as Varn, Viper and Dwan were all critical.
He quickly turned around and saw Dwan being pinned. Lion unleashed another salvo, this time at the soldier about to hit Dwan.
Varn opened a channel to every friendly who could hear him and started yelling. "If every idiot that isn't shooting at these fuckers is done stroking themselves with fear, start shooting!" He noticed the Boom Box on the ground. He rolled himself towards it and picked it up. He aimed at the back of the elite and fired.
((Not that it's all that important since I rolled low anyway, but the mortar launcher I mentioned in that quote was being operated by Yanim and Virin. I'll be posting when I get home in a few hours; I'll just play it off as a miss or a dud on the mortar's part and deal with the AA missiles instead.))
Dwan didn't expect the Elite chump to be so quick. He was quickly tackled into submission by the chump, before being forced to the ground with a boot to his chest. He watched as the chump messed up his revolver.
He then watched as the guy pulled out his chainsword. As soon as he saw that, he quickly began working on activating a reversed Hastened Universe Jumper incantation. If he activated it in time, the sword would just go through him like a portal.
---
On the ground, the Golden Wave were split into two groups. The first group consisted of about 10 to 12 people led by both Aver Lagul and Nokhea, while the second group consisted of about 20 people led by both Olv and Hlad. During the beginning part of the battle, they weren't much help. But now, they were helping in the push.
Noticing the Son's reinforcement, Lagul sent a message to her ships. "Send in more of our combat fleets to combat those fucks!", she yelled into her comm. Nokhea noticed how stressed Lagul was. "Aver... you don't think-?", she asked, before being interrupted by Lagul. "No! I don't think so!", Lagul responded. "Push forwards, everyone!", she yelled, as they supported the Boome Marines and the Privateers.
Viper struggled to keep itself together, feeling that any moment. It could shatter into hundred pieces and it's essence slowly being dragged into the lightness void.
The Sanghvi pushed itself to pull itself towards any nearby squadmates. Using it's damged in Implant to display an S.O.S on it's team's HUD.
It's pain was indescribable as it's shell was cover in hair line cracks, it's head broken and barley attracted to it's devastated neck.
In the meantime, Viper used an canister of nano gel on it's wounds in an ditch effort to save itself from jaws of death.
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;48981293]Lion saw the elite fall to hos knees. At the same time his internal HUD flashed as Varn, Viper and Dwan were all critical.
He quickly turned around and saw Dwan being pinned. Lion unleashed another salvo, this time at the soldier about to hit Dwan.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[6]: Just as the Elite tried to stab Dwan, Lion fired at him with a straight salvo towards his head, piercing through the helmet. The Elite stopped, almost dizzy. He took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, revealing a normal face yet scarred man. Blood gushed out near his back side of the head.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;48981339]Varn opened a channel to every friendly who could hear him and started yelling. "If every idiot that isn't shooting at these fuckers is done stroking themselves with fear, start shooting!" He noticed the Boom Box on the ground. He rolled himself towards it and picked it up. He aimed at the back of the elite and fired.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[8]: Varn called him everyone nearby to fire at the wounded Elite, he gritted his teeth as many sources of firepower directed at all directions. He got up and attempted to shoot anyone who was near but kept getting hit. Covered in blood, Varn from far shot him through the head. He plummeted to the ground, creating a heavy thud.
...
"All units, head to the left of the cracks, there's too many pouring out of the center. Bring your injured and someone who can shoot and meet us here. Once we refill our supplies and patch up we're going in."
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