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[ttlovepie]

Eric's anger subsides, and he begins to pity the injured man. He aims the gun at the mans face. Should I put you out of your misery? His arm shakes from pain and blood loss as he raises his gun towards the man. He laughs feebly and says. I really didn't expect it to go this way, but it doesn't look like either of us are getting very far at this point. Heh. What a state? Have you ever thought about what would our mothers would say? Sometimes I wonder if she'd be proud or disappointed. He smiled softly
Edit:((Sorry if you didn't mean for the wound to be as bad as I took it.))

[Parsely]

With a quiet growling chuckle Kyle plants a disk in the center not activating it just yet and instead scouting the rest of the camp. If it automatically explodes he doesn't do that and scouts the camp, hopefully finding the commanders tent.

The discs are grenades that you frisbee toss and they have on-board propellant that makes them fly extremely fast so they can punch through wooden walls and embed in thin metal or concrete. I think it's fair to say an advanced device like that would have some sort of timer.

Edit:((Sorry if you didn't mean for the wound to be as bad as I took it.))

Not sure if you mean yours or his, but no it looks about right. His gun is almost bigger than yours, and the bullet went straight through your shoulder, so it figures you're hurting and shaking a lot right now. And he's mortally wounded, so a mercy killing makes sense.

[kj1225]

In that case Kyle sets it so it would get embedded in the sand when activated before searching for the commanders tent.

[Parsely]

In that case Kyle sets it so it would get embedded in the sand when activated before searching for the commanders tent.

Yah you can just arm it, set the timer and leave it in the tent using the hole. How much time do you want to give yourself?

[kj1225]

Let's see... about five minutes after each tent, set this one for twenty four minutes.

[RAM]

Let the fire play. "Well chaps, lets follow it for now and see where it leads. Do stay mindful that it not get close. There shall be other planes should we lose this one..."

P.S.
 Still not getting a feel for the speech, something mildly faux-british, but I am not sure what else to throw in, and my faux-british is appalling...

[Parsely]

Nah, don't do faux British. That's overdone, and it's hard to get right. Just do your favorite The Captain.

[UltraValican]

Its a small hover craft, its modeled like a smallish car. Except the bottom is surrounded by a bumper. There is a large fan facing out from the back.

[Parsely]

Turn soon! Still haven't updated my other games.

[Parsely]

Relevant: I picture Cavendish's crew all looking somewhat like this.



Except with more guns.

[RAM]

Is he wearing a bandoleer of massive bullets with no gun, let alone the massive rifle required to fire said ridiculous bullets?

[Parsely]

Dude, that's one half of the Ikari Warriors duo. He can do whatever he wants. But yeah, he doesn't have a gun because that's his sprite in a fighting game. Besides that, in the newer King of Fighters games he has giant grenade launcher shells in them, so I guess that might explain why the belt is so big.

[Parsely]

Lugh Sonken
Why does your car have a giant fan on it. And where are the wheels? Who knows? We got it at a swap meet. The ride's pretty smooth.

You, the badass and the four "generic-guys-who-I-can't-remember-if-there-were-really-four-but-it-doesn't-matter-how-many-there-were-before-there-are-four-now-and-I'm-not-reading-back-so-shut-up" fellas all hop into the hover thing. Maybe if we got some more fans we could make it fly. Hey that's a pretty good idea!

Eric Mortlock
He gives you the bird. You groan unconsciously and slap his hand away. He grins through red teeth and laughs, his ruined chest moving up and down weakly. He suddenly gives you a very serious look and, comprehending, you reach one hand behind his head to hold it up so you can press the gun to his temple. His eyes meet yours, and you know that this is what he wants. He flinches anyways when you blow his brains out.

Also your hands are on fire.

Cavendish "Boss the Cavalier" Wales
Well this is fucking weird.. First he's on fire and now he's British. Shut up and do your job. Dick. I talk how I want!

The Earl continues along it's present course for a few minutes and: Hey boss. That strafer is turning around. Hang on..
..Yup, he's coming right for us. Want I should spin up the zappy guns?

Kyle Johnson
You set one of your discs on a timer and toss it underhand through the tear. You check the three similar-sized tents and find them occupied by similar amounts of sleeping humans. You decide to plant three more of your discs in each one.

You reach the final tent at a low crawl, it's much larger than the others. Once you're satisfied that no light is coming from below the lip of the tent you swipe at the fabric to create an entrance. You stick your head in to look around.

The interior is canvassed wall to wall with light bi-walkers geared for combat. The hairs on the nape of your neck bristle as you gaze at the stacks of powerful weaponry slung from the chassis. Their arms sag with the sheer weight of ammunition and gunmetal. The Siegs dig these things up and pilot them into combat. You've never managed to get your hands on one before.

Spoiler: Lugh Sonken - UltraValican (click to show/hide)

Name: Lugh Sonken
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Appearance: Well fed.  Keeps a shaved head and beard. He sports a ratty collared leather jacket with an image of a snake emerging from turtles shell on the back and a grimy pair of shades.
Ambition: HE'S going to be the man to conquer the world. Not those fucking Nazi pricks
Circumstances: He was born into a family of criminals and he spent his youth raiding and extorting various businesses within the slums of some coastal cities. People called them the "Land Locked Raiders" and they terrorized a certain costal city. Eventually a joint effort of vigilantes, bounty hunters, and rival criminals sought to snuff out the Sonken family once and for all.

All he has to his name is his leather Jacket, shades, and  his trusty pair of cestus emblazoned with a steel and jeweled Sonken family emblem, a sun with a X made of two great spears. His great grandfather used to tell him that the Sonken family emblem represented some sort of artifact his ancestors apparently stole from an angry Sun God that swore revenge, and that its visage had some sort of mystical property. Ever since Lugh got his spark, he feels...closer to the gloves for some reason.

Health - Hooman
Alright!

Stuff - Ratty Emblematic Leather Jacket, Old Jeans, Grimy Shades, Family Cestus
Reddish Spice [valuable hallucinogenic powder; handful]

Martial Pyros
Flaming Fists

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Spoiler: Eric Mortlock - ttlovepie (click to show/hide)

Name: Eric Mortlock
Gender: Male
Age: Mid 30's
Appearance: Wears black full body armor(up to neck), a quarter elf who has slightly elongated ears, and slight elven body structure, has ice blue eyes, and long brown hair. Armor is made out of thickish Kevlar.
Ambition: He recently escaped from the hell that was the Siegliech Empire. They abducted him and forced him into the military when he was a young man. He seriously disliked them for their torturing methods to keep him fighting in said godforsaken military. So he decided he was going to take them out. He realized he didn't stand a chance, so he became an alcoholic and drank away his problems.

Health - Sub Elf
Shot!

Stuff - Kevlar Body Armor
Big Revolve Stubber [3/5 Big Slugs]
Bolero Custom [9/10 HVAP]
Big Slugs [5x]
Repeater Slugs [20x]

Power
? ? ?

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Spoiler: Cavendish "Cavalier" Wales - RAM (click to show/hide)

Name: Cavendish "Cavalier" Wales
Gender: Male
Age: 83
Race: Squishy hooman of course!! But with Metal reinforcements through most of their body.
Appearance: Smokin', naturally! But leaning on the side of wiry...
Ambition: What drives you to develop this strange new power?! Trained their entire life to be the best, and not going to let anything stop them now!
Circumstances: A veteran of countless battles, they have crossed the world to prove that they can save the noble natives.

Cav personally possesses a deceptively-light but dense-looking form which conceals various structural augmentations using a mysterious material that was installed early in their life when they volunteered as a test subject for an experimental program. Some unusual property of the material seems to retard the aging process, but sadly the site was apparently destroyed shortly after the procedure took place, and Cavalier was never informed as to precisely what the material was.

Health - Hooman
A-Okay!
Reinforced Skeleton
No Wrinkles!
Cavalier Boss

Stuff - Cavalier Bossman Long Coat, Cavalier Bossman Kepi
Cavalier Bossman Proton Cutlass

The Grey Earl - Range:Infinite  Load:Massive
[5x] 200MJ A/G Automated Defence Lasers
[1x] 5,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000MJ The Backdown Proto Destructor Beam
Dated Laser Rifle [∞]
Dated Laser Pistol [∞]
Carboxyde Cartridges [∞]
Scrap Alloy [∞]

Buddies
1000 Cavalier Cav Desert Militants [battle tested]

World Pyros
Unharming Flame

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Spoiler: Kyle Johnson - kj1225 (click to show/hide)

Name: Kyle Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race:  Half Hellhound
Appearance: The misguided, antisocial male half-Hellhound herbologist with unexpected depths. His hair and eyes are red. He appears as an 'humanized' version of his non-human parent, but it is an attractive, not monstrous appearance.
Ambition: Hehe, BURN THOSE FUCKING NAZIS THAT KILLED MY PARENTS. The world will be purified with flames.
Circumstances: On the coast near a small encampment of Seigs staking out the location for a raid.

Health - Bastard Hellhound
Made of Lava!

Stuff - Heatproof Combat Webbing, Heatproof Gloves
GLINT Spot/Motion Binoculars
Precision Shoulder Laser [1000/1000]
Carboxyde Superheavy Cartridges [1x]
Hi-Ex Self-Propelled Disc [2x; thrown or set, for prox or time]

Power
Hot Touch

[Parsely]

w00t! I did it!  \o/

[kj1225]

Kyle looks for the keys to one.