The Barbed Hook

"Return to lord tarkin to collect your reward. But first, a token of my trust. Squander it and you won't last long"
he hands him a strange clearly modified plasma weapon

*He takes it*

"Thank you"

*and leaves*

before he goes
"its a phased plasma phusil. Higher fire rate than a typical plasma weapon without overheating, admittedly with less punch. you won't be gunning down terminators with it but it'll still melt through power armour like butter"

"perfect"

"Quite"

*leaves*

Captain Raeven wrote:

Ooc: the snakes have tits. Snake boobies.
Also this game is hard. Really hard. Like original xcom hard. First blacksite mission, frickin, so many aliens. There's flippin 2 pods with a muton, an advanced trooper, and a sectoid patrolling outside, then, there's a pod along the side of the building, with 2 advances troopers, a officer, and a shock lancer. Get inside, there's a MEC, and 2 more advanced troopers. Then when you get to the objective, there's a pod with 2 sectoids and a snake lady, and a reinforcement drop of an advanced trooper, a shock lancer, and a captain. Not to mention turrets all over the place.

Personally, i dont think its that hard from that perpective. what makes it hard for me is the bullshit like missing 90+% shots where i practically press the barrel of my gun to their heads and still miss, and when i see the enemy firing at me through the foundation of a frikkin loading area....i mean i get it, your weapon are cool, but dont tell me that they can provide you with vision through solid concrete or whatever, and shoot through like 5 meters of the stuff, AND still pack enough of a punch to get through my armor....
and the worst of it all, no matter how many times you reload, he outcomes are always fixed.... the skullmine seems to have a fix chance of 70% to succeed... well, i dot know how many times i tried it, but it was a lot, and it only ever succeeded twice.... and then you still need to hack...

OOC ina fit of curiosity I looked up missile in the dictionary (missle isn't a word) aaand it's apparently British to pronounce the 2nd "i" in missile [mis-uh l or, esp. British, -ahyl]

Ooc: we're a strange culture fae, for instance, only the t in the managed to get past the Yorkshire border

past t' border

OOC. ....you weirdos.... go, get bondaged by alien snakegirls... youre no good for anything else anyway...


On an unrelated note, the current composition of the team that is meant to save mankind:
1.: Commander of the team: Ryder Greaves, an australian crocodile hunter with a heavy accent, and a big ass hunting knife.... or sword... depends on where you draw the limit.... He cuts car sized enemies in half with it in one swing though... even when wearing power armor, he refuses to wear a helmet, opting for his crocodile dundee style hat instead...
2.: Heavy weapons and demolition expert: Hakaze Kusaribe. This cheerful little Hello Kitty Marine in her pink, heart patterned armor will first shred you to mincemeat, then blow you along with the entire buiilding with a single grenade, then shred you some more just for good measure.
3.: "Sniper": Kate Kelly. A drunkard irishwoman who lives by the creed "Im an even better shot when im drunk!" That is certainly not hard to achieve though, as she usually cant hit the side of a barn from the inside with her sniper rifle. However, she is quite proficient at blasting everyone around her with her pistol, or just pumping one of them full of lead(or other ammo) before they can even blink... and yes, she does have an accent...
4.: Tech Specialist: Bonnie White. Basically... female Tony Stark... just not rich... She painted her armor bright red with yellow flames, and wears sunglasses even in the darkest night...
5.: Psyker: *insert weird chinese name here*. One of the two new members... Shes small so shes pissed so she blasts you to smithereens with her mindfuckery... also, hide yo cats...
6.: The Black Guy: We dont even know his name... he is a noob... we just had to include him in the team so people wont say that we are racist... And we are totally not going to leave him behind when a sacrifice is inevitably needed...  He is big, black, and bald. He also tends to run up to enemies and either blast them in the face with his shotgun, or just shank them....

This is the dreamteam thats gonna save mankind and defeat the elders!

ooc: It sounds like the perfect team Naz!

Also Gor, it's your turn.

OOC true, but you bloody gave me nothing to work with

OOC: ah.........


*He goes off to find Tarkin*

OOC gah! again with the vagueities!
IC he's at that command center again

*With a 3D rendering of the LZ in hand, Lucius walks into the command centre and alerts Tarkin to his presence*

he enters as tarkin is in the middle of something. he is let in but is motioned to wait at the door, by the guards. tarkin is talking to 2 officers

*He waits*

Tarkin: So gentlemen, since it is clear to me that these incursions are proving too much for you, care to tell me of anything you have actually done worth note?
Officer1: well sir, we responded personally to a raid last night!
Tarkin: details man, details!
Officer2: nothing of real note sir, the insurgents struck with speed but were driven away with speed and precision, escaping through tunnels they collapsed behind them. We sustained zero casualties.

*and listens*

Tarkin: And did these insurgents steal anything?
Officer2: yes sir, but it was a small device, nothing of note
Tarkin: describe it
he does so, tarkin growing visibly frustrated as he does

*To himself*
"I bet I'll have to retrieve that"

Tarkin: that's a cortex controller you morons
Officer1:...a what?
Tarkin: a device to control battle automata, now in the hands of the rebel insurgents!

"Yep I'll have to get it"

Officer2: ah....w-well sir, simply give us one more chance! We do have more information!
Tarkin: spit it out.
Officer2: The insurgents were lead by a strange warrior, not a space marine, but wearing armour I've never seen before! Some of the lads saw em fightin in the other raids, and they said it were like nuffin they ever seen! They sed that the battle psykers they had couldn't touch em!
Tarkin: *sighs and turns away from the two*

*is leaning on a pillar with his arms crossed*

"Gentlemen, do you realise what this person accomplishes with you letting them live? They give the insurgents something crucial to their survival. Hope. And hope spreading throughout the populace leads to not only increased numbers or rebellious subjects, but greater unity." he pushes a button on his wrist computer "And unity amongst these rebel cells is something neither the warsmith, nor I, will allow."
a door on the side of the room slides open....and a power sword comes flying out of it, impailing the skulls of both officers one after the other

"That was rather inefficient"

"Trust me, this is but the latest of many of their offenses, and I've had quite enough of it"
robert hears footsteps from the doorway, as a figure in armour quite unlike most he's seen but definitly not powered, emerges, and retrieves his blade

"Nice throw"

he nods as he cleans the blade
"Thanks. Been practising"
his voice is gruff and gravelly, with a hint of sarcasm

*He pulls a small flash drive from his helmet and hands it to Tarkin*
"3 dimensional recreation of the Imperial LZ, accurate to 30 minutes ago"

"Excellent, you have proved yourself better than these two atleast." *he pushes the intercom button* "Get the cleanup team in here"

"I doubt that would be hard"

"Indeed. Anyway, being as perceptive as you seem, you'll doubtless realise I have a new task for you"

"Retrieve the device?"

"And identify this mystery warrior, eliminate them if need be"

"Do you have any information on their potential whereabouts?"

"The best I can give you is the coordinates of this raid these two 'responded' to."

"It's a starting point"

"Good. He will accompany you." he points at the sword wielder

"As you wish"

"Good. any questions?"

"How well armed are the rebels?"

"Varying, but enough to be a threat to thorakite troops"

"Good"

"As for your reward, speak to the quartermaster about that"

"I shall"

"Good."

"Is that all sir?"

"Dismissed"