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[Caellath]

Durand nods as he wears the crumpled uniform. Acting ruthlessly has its advantages and leaves no witnesses of your dirty deeds, but he believes in having useful people around and gifting good behavior - unrepentant assholes tend to meet their end by backstabbing. "Well, why not. My apartment always has room for useful people. As soon as I get things here finished, you're coming with me."

Get dressed in the new uniform, show the old timer those fangs. Rax has to hang a bit back as Durand talks to the old man.

[Tiruin]

((What happened to you all? Don't tell me you've got 5 school projects to work on that kept y'all busy! ))

"Alright, I'm betting the usual encryption would be as deep as we know, Zel." Isara said to her companion,
"I'm doubting Tala can handle the system if I try to hack it, and the numerous (and probably redundant) firewalls in place."

She eyed him over and readied her knife and pistol.

"I have no doubt in your hacking skills, however."

Let Zelnar 'Hack' the way in.

[Tavik Toth]

shoot the UM Support in the head. Also prepare to throw a grenade at the enemy if needed.

"Terence, concentrate on the support with me!"

[10ebbor10]

Spoiler: Conditionals (click to show/hide)

If the cart has sustained significant damage, and is likely to explode: Get away from it.
If there are no enemies left, aid in hacking the door
If there are more than 2 enemies left, throw a stun grenade
Otherwise, Open fire

[Superblackcat]

Hello, My character sheet.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Quertal Ai'oleon
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Human/Cyborg

Bio: Well, I was a Gladiator, on a planet. No, I will not say the name. Anyways, I had an alright life, I got fed, and I killed, It must have been my hundredth something fight. I was up against this high ranking gladiator, and he almost killed me. Some scientist thought I would be good example, and cheap, and created a cyborg out of me. I think his name was Cretal. He's dead now. My body is scientifically... gifted. I am stronger than most races, and have weapons built into me. No, I won't show you what they are. Fine, I'll tell you one, I have a knife on the side of my arm... That pops out. It's supposed to look cool alright?

Robotic Parts: Left Arm, Left Leg, Left Torso (partial) [GM Approved]

Occupation: Freeloader
Possessions:
Deterium Short Sword [Atk: 4, Atk Speed: 3, Melee, Weight: 2 Kg]
XRZ Pistol Model 1 [Atk: 1, Atk. Speed: 4, Ammo: 12/12, Weight: 1 Kg]
220 Credits

Story-lines: Yes
Group: No

[Spinal_Taper]

As the autocannon rounded the corner, the blood drained from Deniards face like water down a sink.
"Ah... Uh oh."
Duck behind the hovery doodad, spray and pray with an SMG.

If it's about to explode, run away. If, however, it can still hover and detonation is eminent, launch it at the enemies/

[adwarf]

Errr ignore plox, turn will be here when done.