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				Title: <strong>War Torn World (Darkling/Canuckian) &lt;Private&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 19:37:35</strong>
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				Ary crept through the rubble, her body nude, red hair falling from her head, and three red stripes on each cheek, which had once been a rank marker, before everything had really gone to hell. Her left arm was encased up to the elbow in the black chitinous plates of a Devourer Rifle (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/6/67/Devourer.jpg), a advanced living weapon the fires acid secreting worms that bore into a target and tunnel through their insides, attracted to warmth, like the brain, or batteries, and so on. Very unpleasant weapon. As with all bioweapons, it fed off her own bodily resources, shared in her bloodstream, and so on, so she only used it when necessary. Amber coloured eyes roamed the shattered cityscape before her, seeking another enemy. <br><br>Shed killed one already, but not before watching him long enough to realize he was a forward scout of some larger force. This area was 'hers' more or less, most of the units had long since dissolved, as ay group bigger than one drew too much attention, at leased in this part of the Massive city, over time the various highly skilled survivors had staked out vague territories, and left each other alone, more or less. A sharp sound of disturbed rubble caused Ary to disappear. Literally. Her hair and skin changing colour to match her surroundings, along with a coloured lense closing over her eyes, it reduced her visual acuity, but it was better than having a pair of disembodied eyes floating around. The weapon changed its colour to match as well. And a moment later, her body cooled to match the ambient temperature. Leaving her completely invisible to both visual and thermal sensors. Moving in a smooth, off-step pattern, mean to disrupt her outline by not following the normally expected pattern of walking, she pressed herself flat to a pile of bricks, and a moment later, her skin had adopted not just the image, but the texture of the bricks as well, her gun resting on a fortunately placed brick, pointing out across the road, so she could shoot anyone that came past.<br><br>Unfortunately, want passed her was a <strong>very</strong> large group by modern standards, over a hundred soldiers, biowarriors, techwarriors, and regular infantry even some tanks and a Large Tank-sized Biowalker Weapon (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/178/6/f/Bio_Mechanical_Alien_Walker_by_NuMioH.jpg). The force was, obviously, too much for her to handle alone, and from what she could see of the symbology present, the group was comprised of many different factions, and had created their own unique standard, which was littered with skulls, some human, some glittering the way Biowarrior bones do, as a result of the ceramics the bones absorb, as well as the wire-ridded braincases of techwarriors. The effect was very tribal, and Ary couldnt imagine they meant any good. So she slipped away, or tried to...<br><br>as she moved away from the bricks, she was spotted, and with a curse, she turned and fled, firing over her shoulder as some units from the group perused her into the wreck of a large skyscraper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: War Torn World (Darkling/Canuckian) &lt;Private&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Canuckian</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 22:32:06</strong>
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				Corey had the most bizzare urge to stretch his arms; it was like an itch that just couldn't be scratched.&nbsp; Unfortunatly for him, trying to stretch his arms would do no good since the massive hydraulics that made up his body weren't made with that intention in mind and no way of processing it.&nbsp; "Ghost Feeling" was the offical term, where the human mind would temporarily reject its mechanical body and process a wholly organic response.&nbsp; This meant that occasionly his body itched, or he tried to sneeze, or other responses of the sort.&nbsp; It was very annoying because if nothing else, it served to remind him of exactly what he didn't have anymore.<br><br>Corey just sighed.&nbsp; That was old territory for him, the feeling of disgust and inhumanness.&nbsp; Didn't make it any easier for him to deal with it, though.&nbsp; With effort he brought his attention back to his surroundings.&nbsp; This part of the city had been carved out by a coalition of various warlords and tribes and while it seemed stable for the moment, Corey knew it would soon collapse back in on itself as such things always did.&nbsp; Of course, until that happened they would pool their resources and attempt to take more territory and carve themselves a bigger slice of the pie.&nbsp; His job was to stop them.<br><br>The liquid lenses that were his eyes made it easy for him to zoom in on their formation from over ten miles away.&nbsp; Such an ecelctic mix of troops hadn't been seen in a while, but it made no difference.&nbsp; His cyborg body was amongst the best that had ever been designed and it had served well since he'd needed to take it (being blown apart by a HEAP missle while inside a tank tends to that to squishy bits) and he understood just how much he outclassed that group.&nbsp; The squishies would be no problem, they were less than flies.&nbsp; The biowarriors would have to be taken care of first or they might be able to swarm him and CQB is where they excelled.&nbsp; The tanks would be stupidly easy to take out, they were totally wasted in an urban setting like this; ditto the Biowalker.&nbsp; That was more open field type of weapons and they wouldn't be an issue.&nbsp; <br><br>The techwarriors though... he focused on them and mentally flipped a switch, pulling up the schematics for their bodies.&nbsp; At least, their baseline designs.&nbsp; Even from this distance he could tell that they'd been modified and had had some of their weapon systems swapped out and various other juryrigs.&nbsp; They were his primary targets, since only they had the weapons, armour, and mobility to match his own and that was worrisome.&nbsp; Then he caught a lucky break: a squad of soldier broke off from the pack and began firing at a target behind a building he couldn't see.&nbsp; Lucky for him since that opened a hole in their defensive lines and left him a straight shot at their cyborgs.<br><br>He snapped his right up into a firing position, his body reconfiguring and bracing itself to absorb the recoil from his primary weapon: a rail cannon that fired its slugs at over mach 7.&nbsp; Targeting data streamed in from his sattalite uplink and he fired.&nbsp; Even though he was 8 feet tall and weighed over half a ton, the recoil alone would have pushed him back almost ten feet had he not braced himself.&nbsp; He was able to rebrace and re-aim before the round had crossed the ten miles and struck its target.&nbsp; A second round was let loose and Corey sprang to life, running as fast his body could.&nbsp; If he stayed in one place simple triangulation and saturation fire would obliterate him.<br><br>He saw the two targets take their rounds squarely in their torso units, coring them and impacting several units behind them.&nbsp; If the damage hadn't been enough, the shock to their powersupplies set them off and they exploded in nice fireballs.&nbsp; The third cyborg had followed the hunting party and set off after their unknown target.&nbsp; Corey set his course to intercept them.&nbsp; Find their target, find them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: War Torn World (Darkling/Canuckian) &lt;Private&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 22:21:04</strong>
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				A dozen had followed her.<br><br>Ary liked those odds.<br><br>She was a Canadian-Biowarrior, meaning she was intrinsically superior to biowarriors of other origins, and didnt think much of the tech-warriors, oh sure, they were deadly as hell, but if you get in close, 'under' their guns, their effectiveness dropped sharply.... and they were chasing her into a half collapsed building. She lead them on for a while, shooting back at them when a opportunity present its self. Her Devourer sprayed worms onto a infantry man, and he went down instantly, screaming as the acid secreting worms burrowed into his flesh, seeking out the warmest parts of his body, which would eventually be the heart, the brain, and the nads, if he was lucky, they would be eaten in that order. She hit two biowarriors a well, though they were smart (and fast) enough to yank the worms off before they could get inside, and as a result, ended up with only acid burns, in theory. In practice, only one was successful. The other suffered the same fate as the human, though in his case, his superior physiology would keep him alive and suffering longer. She also struck one of techwarriors, and either he didnt notice, or he decided that hed spend his last minutes of life trying to kill her. He continued unimpeeded for several minutes, before suddenly spazzing out and falling, as the worms bored through something important.... or his still-organic brain.<br><br>She turned onto a long hallway, then turned sharply into the first room, which had once been a office, running full tilt, she leapt onto a rusty metal desk, spung up the wall, through a large hole in the ceiling, then kicked off the wall and landed silently on the second floor. “Come into my abode, said the spider to the fly” she subvocalised, one of the many catechisms that had been drilled into her brain during her training. When possible, engage numerically superior foes in terrain that nullfies that advantage. The nine remaining enemies turned the corner a moment later, and found themselves facing a long hallway, with dozens of offices, collapsed ceiling, holed walls, debris everywhere. Instead of staying together, they fanned out, aiming to prevent their quarry from 'escaping', evidently, their numbers had dissolved their individual ability, and their neigh impunity had made them careless. A 'local' would certainly have known better than to blindly chaise someone into their abode.<br><br>One by one, her traps picked them off, a biowarrior entered the room opposite the one that Ary had... and caught a face full off Devourer worms as a ceramic bucket that was balanced on the top of a door overturned. A techwarrior took a step into a room to clear it, only to find that the floor was fake, and dropped into the basement, right onto a IED that promptly blew him to bits. Another techwarrior stepped on a landmine that had been painstakingly concealed in a small pile of rubble. Two more biowarriors died as they opened a door, triggering a techwarrior-calibre shotgun that hand been rigged to the door with a metal cable. The second, and final , human in the group tried to turn on flee, only to be gunned down by the techwarrior commander of the group, presumably for cowardice.<br><br>Only three remained, all techwarriors, Ary dropped from a hole in the ceiling right in the middle of their group, her Devourer Rifle removed. Where she <em>danced</em>, twisting and turning, she darted amongst their larger forms, ripping wires free and staying too close for their turret weapons to track, or for them to turn their high calibre weapons on her, mind you they tried, it just didnt work very well. Initially she used the invisible-colouration, to stow confusion, but when it became pretty clear they were under attack, she switched to a dazzlingly bright display of shifting fractal patterns, which at this close range played hell on targeting systems. The commander broke free, fleeing the building, and heading towards a nice open court yard. Ary let him go, content to dissect the other two, who by this point couldnt walk, let alone run.<br><br>When Ary was finished with his subordinates, she persued him. “And mouse becomes cat” she said with a grin
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				Title: <strong>Re: War Torn World (Darkling/Canuckian) &lt;Private&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Canuckian</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 23:01:15</strong>
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				Corey's bulk moved with a disarming speed, and he covered the ten miles between himself and his quarry far faster than any human could.&nbsp; In fact, he could easily outpace any tank that was still fielded by one of the remaining nationstates.&nbsp; He was able to use his sat.uplink to keep track of the developments in his target area while still keeping his eyes on the streets in front of himself and he watched as explosions went off inside the building.&nbsp; So their target had some brains, hmm?&nbsp; Interesting.<br><br>He called up a map of the city (only slightly out of date with respect to the buildings that were still standing) and adjusted his course to intercept the remaining infantry soldier that was running away from their ersatz target.&nbsp; Wait, something wasn't right.&nbsp; Corey slowed to a halt and took up reconnaissance with yet more sattalites (it's a wonder that shit didnt' crash into each other more often up there), but had no good line of sight.&nbsp; He cancelled his uplink, then checked his surroundings.&nbsp; A few tall buildings nearby were suitable, so he approached one and activated his internal grappling hook.&nbsp; There were somethings his artifical body just wasn't suited for and rock-climbing was one of them.&nbsp; Fortunatly, the designers had anticipated this and equipped him with two rocket-propelling grappling hooks/winches.&nbsp; The hook embedded itself on the roof and he began reeling himself up.<br><br>From that vantage point (and an IR sensor) he could see that the target was being led into a trap.&nbsp; The infantry soldier was running right into the courtyard and it was a perfect ambush point.&nbsp; The IR feed only confirmed what he suspected.&nbsp; His foot sensors told him that this decaying building would never support the recoil from his primary weapon and he had no choice but to switch to his secondary: a 35mm autocannon on his right shoulder.&nbsp; He targeted the biowarriors first, needing to put them out of action before the other squishies.&nbsp; He squeezed off a single round and was rewarded when said biowarrior's head exploded in a shower of blood and giblets.&nbsp; The rest of its squad was smart enough to scatter, even before the sonic boom told them a gun had been shot, but that just made them into a shooting gallery.&nbsp; And what he didn't take out, their other target would more than likely deal with.
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