by Brnin8r » Tue Aug 24, 2010 10:47 am
[Gah...I love how I finally get the motivation to kick this back up and my landlord suddenly loses our internet and somehow can't call them to fix it. (turns out he'd just blocked me from the network the last couple weeks I was there...which makes him a bastard) *ahem* Anyway. I have moved into a new apartment, so hopefully these unexpected retard moments will be my fault and within my control.]
The helicopter made the best time by far; Sarge's two brothers were at both vulcan cannons, letting the barrell whirl a few seconds at a time so there wasn't so much lag time between aiming and bullets actually firing, "Sir!" yelled Brian, "Where should we put down at so we can clear a path?"
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As the large semi rumbled down the road, Julian could feel how easily the steering and bumps came. Unlike what he'd seen as a boy: the lumbering metal beasts on the road, this was a smooth ride. "I modified the shock absorbers and suspension for less bumps...they make me nauseous. And while there aren't many weapons in the cab, its the trailer that really packs a punch." Wyatt said enthusiastically, glad that someone was around to here him speak.
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Rachel's eyes blinked open, "A...Alana...?" she said tired, "What's going on...where are we?" The garage was still silent, that is until a loud grating noise sounded and the large sliding door into the complex creaked open. It was a little girl about 14 trying her hardest to open the door, though it was obvious her strength wasn't up to par halfway through. Her cheeks were tear-stained and she whimpered a little, running over to where the car was, "A...are you here to help us?..."
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Chris would be greeted with silence for only a moment as the rat-at-at of bullets whizzed out blindly from the portal, a few hitting the trees around him but nothing serious.
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Standing tall above the timid and solitary girl was a man. An actual adult! His weathered face was framed by white hair that was tied back in a ponytail and a stubbly beard of the same color; bright blue eyes piercing out from his worn face hinting at an unnatural wisdom and intelligence. He wore a sharp grey suit with shining cufflinks, each designed with an unknown emblem. His hands were crossed in front of him and he looked very grandfatherly. "The screens. The space station. The state of the world. Do you think its impressive?" he asked again, though he wasn't frustrated; in fact, it seemed like he was amused and enjoying himself, as if he hadn't spoken to a child in some time.
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