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Lucideo · #1 (**permalink**) 06-06-2009

Ruins of City-17

City 17 is falling apart from the infamous Gordon Freeman and his followers. The citadel which is the main base of the combine faction and the home of the horror gripping city-17 by the second, it seems that Gordon had messed up the teleport machine which is now causing a catastrophic event waiting to happen. Right now, the citadel is no longer high and mighty like it once was, but even so, that doesn't mean the horror will be stopped forever, it seems that once Gordon had destroyed Dr. Breen's (leader of the Combine) machine, it caused a portal rift which is pretty dangerous to humanity and must be stopped as soon as possible.
It Is up to you, the rebels, the resistance against the Combine faction, to stop this portal rift from consuming more than just City-17. But for now you must escape city-17 to White Forest which is located on the out skirts of City-17. It is too late to stop the early wave blast that will promptly dismay everything and anything in City-17...

[OOC]
City 17 - The Rebel Story Escape [ooc]

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Stage 1: City 17 Slums

Bio: The slums of city-17 are the crap end of this necropolis city. Ranging from the homeless, to crawling headcrabs and toxic radiation spashed about. Its almost like a maze in the slums, also civil protection potrols the slums too.
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((James))
The four of us stood in a shack, as the flys lingered in the air I could hear the alarms going off from afar and combat heating up in the slums. I turned my head away from the bared window and looked at the team of 3 male rebels, ''Alright guys, ready to leave this shack? ready to leave the slums? ready to leave City-17 once and for all?'' I said as I took out my alyx's automatic pistol from my holster and cocked it back to get ready for the fight me and my three teamates were about to encounter.

Shon Harris · #2 (**permalink**) 06-06-2009

The night had grown thick, its veil so that Phillip could see little through his window. If only the world were so simple that the dark need not be feared, if only the world were so safe that the light about the city need not mean war. Unfortunate for the Combine, though war may be a word buried by loathing, the light at center of the city was the Citadel -dying.

His heart lifted. In his mind's eye he envisioned a patrol of CPs quietly stacking up beside an apartment complex. When the team leader would wave for the attack, they, the Saviors of Humanity, would unleash. Yet another hand of the Combine dispatched, yet another family saved.

"Of course," Phillip Watts quietly responded, "it is best we leave at night anyway. Let's make sure we leave nothing behind, last thing we need is Civil Protection breathing down our necks."

Looking away from the window, Phillip slipped his bag over his shoulder, as well as his Winchester.

xenon · #3 (**permalink**) 06-10-2009

(OOC: I know it says there's only four of you right now but it seems that the other two are taking their time. Thought I'd jump on a spot )

Sonny Valentine is sat on a cheap, metal chair with his feet up on the table. He calmly smokes his cigarette while he waits for the command of his leader, James. As night settles in to a deep dark, Sonny tilts his head contemplatively, then blows a smoke ring. His hands are itchy. They crave his guns - the chance to drop some CP ass. He cares for the greater good that the rebels are doing, but perhaps not as much as others. His love above all things is a good shootout.

When James aks the question, Sonny nods his head and makes to stand up, listening to the words of Phillip before dropping and stamping his cigarette out and adding his own two cents. "Oh, I don't know, Phillip." Sonny smoothly unholsters a 357. Magnum from his gunbelt and it twirls rapidly on his index finger before he catches the butt frimly in his grip. "Might be nice to throw down one last time with the CP of the slums." He chuckles. "For sentiment, like."

Kingdom · #4 (**permalink**) 06-10-2009

Geoff was too busy looking around to hear exactly what his squad leader had said. He did, however, trip back into reality to hear the Philip talk about not leaving anything behind. "Agreed." Geoff mumbled, picking up all his gear that he had. He had been working on a small project of his, which included making holsters for all his weapons and ammo. He already had a holster for made for his shotgun and crossbow. For his SMG, he usually just stored it in his jacket pocket. His ammo was in various locations, the bolts to his crossbow wrapped in clothe and leather. His shells and magazines were stored all over his person. "This should be fun, right guys?"

Lucideo · #5 (**permalink**) 06-13-2009

''Alright'' said James, as his squad lined up, ''this will be a strong and death like run into and out of City-17, lets go'' I said as I kicked the door done, a few CP's noticed, but as they turned their heads I fired my alyxs gun. ''GO GO GO'' I said, ''LETS MAKE IT ACROSS THESE SLUMS AND INTO THE WASTE LAND WATER CANELS'' I yelled as I fired some more.

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