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I look at the gear shifter and realize there's two steering wheels and gas/break pedals. Who built this truck, anyways? I put the shifter onto a slot labeled with one of those radioactive signs. Except in this case it just meant really fast. |
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"Oh, right, them." I started thinking how we'd get them.
A butterfly landed on the gas pedal, since the door wasn't closed. |
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I groan as another jolt goes through me. I had been reduced to simply hanging off these bindings on the wall now. I couldn't even react well to the electricity anymore. My body had gone numb. The noobs giggle to themselves, then head out.
Finally.
Even in the pain I was in, that doesn't mean I don't have some tricks up my sleeve. Quite literally. I push my hand forward, in a palm, and a small knife blade comes out under it. I start sawing through the rope. |
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AT4WJoin Date: 2012-03-03
Post Count: 720 |
Mar: So.....
Mar: How should we attempt the rescue mission?
CURRENT DATE AND TIME
1/20/2006 10:57 PM
FUNDING CUT
1/21/2006 10:49 PM |
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"Well, how do you want to take it?" I ask Mar. |
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AT4WJoin Date: 2012-03-03
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Mar: Take what? |
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"Take on this mission? I mean, we're probably at 23 hours and 50 minutes now because of us doing nothing," I remind him. |
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Mar: Oh, dear.
Mar: *Into radio* EVERYONE WHERE ARE YOU?! |
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HASARASJoin Date: 2010-02-26
Post Count: 2330 |
Hasaras
"Guys, I've pinpointed X's location. Head to these coordinates." I hand a piece of paper up to Salt and lay back in my chair. |
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X:
The bindings break loose. Sirens yowl a piercing "H4X! H4X!" around me. My ears cringe in objection, but I can't stop. I start running in my black jumpsuit and black helmet, desperate to get to my stuff. |
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X:
I hear some noobs chattering to the sound of a radio buzzing in the distance (my one, but I don't know that.). They must be calling in for support! Damn it! I NEED my suit and my plane!
I run down another corridor, with a red sign saying "H4X0R 1337 W3PNZ", barely able to understand it, and turning towards where my gear will be. I see a noob blocking the path, and two more behind him, the front having a sword, another with a sharp looking dagger and one with a pistol.
I roll as a sword gleams over my head, grabbing the sides of the blade and turning it so it cuts the own noob's leg off. I turn around, kicking him on the back, letting me backflip over the noob stabbing forwards with the dagger, kicking the dagger out of his hand and into the pistol noob's face. He yowls in pain, firing his pistol madly, and hits the unarmed noob.
I start running away again. All in a day's work. |
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You hear the chatter of noobs, and a gun shot from a heavy revolver. It seems X isn't there.
X:
I run into the room, seeing my suit. Excellent. It gleams in it's Guardia glory, and naturally clanks round my body mechanically. The helmet comes over my head, and I start to edit the frequency, trying to hack into the radio system we used - my helmet wasn't connected yet. |
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"Alright," I state. "We're going to have fun."
I move the gear shifter back onto the radioactive-but-not-radioactive sign and start heading off into the co-ordinates. |
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X:
No good. No connection. I'm going to have to light up this base mys-
Hey. Is that my plane wreckage? I move over to it, and flick a switch on my armor, making a holographic bag. I plonk all I can manage to store as data within, then pick up my final little gift for the noobs. I slowly and quietly start sneaking out of the base, preparing my wrist launcher. |
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((I stated earlier there were two driving wheels and gas/breaks, I thought? If it isn't canon, oh well. He got moved anyways due to time constraints.))
I kept driving in the direction of X. How long until we got there, exactly? |
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