[IC] Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

[Shikaru]

The second Pelican landed several meters out from the warzone, Blood was the first to exit. Jumping out and hitting the ground with a thud, "Move your asses, let's go! Time to fuck shit up!" Blood roared and laughed, he ran off towards the battlefield. Several people were pinned down behind cars and small concrete barriers most of them out of ammo. A high powered round clipped the top of Blood's right shoulder, chipping off a bit of the armor. Purge wasn't here to play today, it was almost as if they expected Freelancer to show up. So, they had a few high powered rifles, good for them.

Blood took cover behind a truck with two others, one debated on opening fire, the other simply stood there trembling. If whatever in front of them was the enemy, they were doomed. "Calm the fuck down, I'm on your side. Agent Alaska, your resident killing machine, at your service." Blood shouted, mostly trying to talk over the hail of gun-fire.

"Scarlet, scan the area for hostiles. Rough estimate. ASAP"

"Welll, kinda hard to say they keep moving a lot..I'd say...fifty based on what my scanners can pick up. At-least three are posistioned in areas for long range combat, seemingly with high powered rifles with AP rounds."

Blood sighed, just great. Three assholes to take care of and a whole lotta bodies in front of them. This'd be harder than he thought. He stood and roared, causing the battlefield to grow quiet momentarily. Purge then opened fire immediately directed at Blood. "STAND UP AND SHOOT THEM WHY THEY TARGET ME, DO IT NOW!" Blood roared, vaulting over the truck and into the fray. The first Purge member met his blade, head severed. Bullets constantly plinked off his armor, causing nothing more than small dents. He timed the fire from the high powered rifles, taking cover or adjusting his posistion when needed.

A brave man decided bullets weren't working, so he'd try his blade instead. Didn't end well. Blood caught the mans arm and twisted it, the bone cracked audibly. But yet, the man didn't give up, nor did he drop the blade. Blood, minorly confused for a moment, took a bullet to the left leg piercing his armor and breaking a bone. Blood roared, cut the man he was holding in half, and resumed cover to allow his injury to heal and warn the rest. Truth be told, he wouldn't normally give a damn about a broken leg, but the warning was nessacary.

"All agents be advised! High powered AP rifles in the field, shattered a bone in my leg I'm out until it heals." He shouted into comms. The wound wasn't major, it would heal quickly.

[thewizardguy]

The crusaders were ill prepared for the sudden attack against their fuel depot. This location was used to store the fluids they used for their trademark flame throwers, and while every Purge location was guarded they had not expected the sudden strike. An infrared scanner showed the incoming hostiles, allowing the Purge to set themselves up behind cover. They had dumped their baptizers, and a couple of them had anti-tank rifles, designed to take down enemy armour. They were rare among the Purge, as vampires almost exclusively relied on their regeneration an nigh-immortality to protect them from harm. The rest was using impalers, pump action weapons that fired large metal-reinforced stakes at high speed, with enough force to pierce most armour. However, it was clear from the start that Freelance's humanity would be their foremost advantage.

As Blood managed to reach the snipers, who had set up behind a large window in the Purge building, they proved surprisingly hard to kill. Their armour had been designed to deflect blades, a titanium suit shaped to guide the main force of the blade away from them, and it was only on the second strike that Blood was able to pierce the armour. Even more infuriating was the fact that no matter what Blood did, they simply refused to give up. He tore the Crusader that had wounded him in half, and the top half reached for a rifle. It was only Blood's reflexes that saved him from taking an armour-piercing round to the face, as the sneak attack from the supposedly dead man nearly blew his face off. The other two simply stood back up, mortal wounds not even fazing them as they drew their swords. Their blood flowed from them like a river, but until their brain broke down they would fight. This was the true strength of the Purge, and the true reason for their fearsome reputation. For even a vampire fears an opponent that refuses to die.

Meanwhile, the other Freelance agents would find themselves facing covering fire from the Impalers. Heavy bolts slammed into the Pelican, and on occasion on slid past the armour of an agent. But the power armour was well designed, and these things had never been designed to fight armoured targets. By comparison, bullets were excellent at piercing the plate mail the Crusaders preferred, several dropping to the ground as expertly placed shots blew their faces off. But after only a few wounds they changed their tactics, rushing towards their enemy with no consideration for their own well being. Met with a hail of bullets, they simply charged bullets. Men with holes in their chest simply didn't care, only a few dropping from head wounds. They screamed as they charged, swords drawn, drenched in their own blood. Their words were lost, but the image of the undying charge would be forever branded into the memories of those present, as they desperately unloaded entire clips into the mass of metal and blades.

Outgunned and outmanned, the Purge were destined to lose this fight. But they were determined to take as many Freelancers as possible with them before the outpost fell.

[thewizardguy]

Gabriel chuckled, as he looked on from afar. Time changes many things, but it had yet failed to remove the stick from his sireling's ass, as was clearly shown by his stiff demeanour. Walking down towards the trio, he formed a glamour over his own appearance. Not an illusion as much as a suggestion, both Mithias and Charizard would be able to see through it with ease. However to Hank, who was far from mastering his psychic capabilities, Gabriel would appear as a short and stout figure, dressed in regal robes and a top hat. He was pale with bright red eyes, but his smile seemed surprisingly jolly, as opposed to menacing. In his hand he held a cup of wine, which he immediately raised to Hank and Mithias.

"Mithias! It's so nice of you to drop by my humble abode. And I see that you've brought your own fledgeling along with you." Gabriel smiled, as he looked Hank over. In truth there was no reason for this exaggerated motion, Gabriel already knew everything he wanted to know about Hank. Information pulled directly from the fledgeling's mind, leaving nothing but a slight sense of wrongness in his wake. However, such motions helped lesser beings understand his actions, and Gabriel was glad to act out the part. "And from what I've heard, you yourself have experienced the pains of attempting to keep them alive. Do you remember when you thought it was a bright idea to singlehandedly attack the entire Spanish army? Even I had trouble getting you out of that one!"

Still beaming, Gabriel motioned for everyone to follow him. "My house is just up here, and I have refreshments. I'm sure your sireling longs for the taste of some real blood, as opposed to the low-quality drivel you insist on taking." He catches Mithias' stern look, and chuckles, making an innocent face. "Safely and consensually gathered from the generous people of Hawaii, of course. You'd be surprised how cooperative people become when you hold the lives of their family in your hands."

[Shikaru]

As soon as his leg healed, he lept from cover and faced the two who drew their blades head-on, "Scarlet, Power the hydraulics! These assholes are fuckin' tough!" Blood shouted, dodging and parrying strikes. He delivered a blow to the right jaw that knocked one to the ground. "Hydraulics online!" Scarlet shouted in repliance, "HELL YEA!".

Blood swung, severing the top half of the man in front of him from his lower, by then the other was up and at his throat. Pieces of armor flaked off from the opposing blades strike, minor damage, but for a mere human it was slightly worrying to Blood how much power and determination they had. Two thrusts later his blade stabbed through the chest of the final one he confronted, he hefted him off the ground and removed his helmet. Nothing stared back, their eyes and face were completely devoid of emotion, the man frantically tried to shimmy down the sword to get to Blood, but to no avail.

Blood tossed him aside and crushed his skull, they finally stopped moving. "TARGET THE HEAD, HEADSHOTS PEOPLE! YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO KILL 'EM OTHERWISE!" Blood shouted into comms, as he did multiple Purge were already upon him, blades drawn. "COME AT ME YOU FUCKS!" Blood roared, clanking the broad-side of his blade across his chest. The battle began.
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Erick was in position atop a building near the Purge Fuel Depot a little while after Freelancer arrived, he was unsure if this was a solo op or if more would be coming. He didn't care. He retrieved his sniper rifle from his back, with a flick of his wrist it was drawn and ready. He took aim, he counted roughly 35 targets that he could see, unsure if more were inside. Peering through the scope he fired several shots, one or two missing, the rest downing several targets. Casing plinked quietly as he fired on the roof of the building, "Comms link established." a voice sounded from the comm unit in his helmet.

"Good..Thank you." Erick replied. "This is Erick, all you need to know is I'm on your side Freelancer. You may notice several targets dropping from no where, that would be me. I heard about this little raid party and decided to join in, don't block my shots if you value having your head in-tact on your body. That said, I'll co-ordinate the battlefield for you. Listen to me or don't, I don't care. You have several un-identified aircraft in the area, the area has also been sealed off completely with wall mechs..I think that's what they're called. I'll update you as I get more information, for now, keep fighting. Erick out."

Erick kept firing, placing his shots accurately and quickly. Some missed, some didn't. They moved fast, therefore he had to re-act quicker.

[The Grey Dust]

Lower and lower did she set.
Streaked across the red sky,
Into the field of endless blue.
The couple enjoyed the view,
And in their romance exchanged a kiss.
Within each other's arms they lie,
to watch the last lights of day.
The tides came in and lovers met,
The knight from the deepest abyss.

So this was Hawaii. Pleasant enough, thought Bedivere as he wiped the corners of his mouth with an unsoiled silk. Two lifeless bodies remained behind him in the sand. The tides would carry them far from this place, and the denizens of the deep should mangle the rest. A fine evening snack to whet his appetite as the years seemed to peel away from his body yet again, now appearing as he would have so many years ago. The old knight was far less obvious in this sort of age, looking somewhere in his early to mid twenties, save for the red eyes and slightly long hair like white threads. The pair of sunglasses, not usual for the young lads to use as a fashion statement per the suggestion of his agents would conceal the eyes as he casually wore them across his face. The umbrella was still there, but the suitcase was replaced with a messenger bag in an attempt to look more his supposed age. As such, the archaic knight should pass for a human, if not for perhaps his well-articulated, and posh-accented speech suggesting his nationality. Although maybe these pseudo-rebellious-Colonists would simply assume he was some British bloke on travel, and probably thought all Englishmen were pale and spoke with an RP. Nevertheless, passing by the few tourists and locals who gave a bit of a few stares, but hesitated to ask the fedora'd Bedivere if he was enjoying his evening stroll.

Crimson Drop Hotel

"Good evening Gentlemen, Please send Mr. O’Neal of Yamada my regards and kindly ask him if I may reclaim the bottle once he has finished his drink." Bedivere simply stated to the rather confused front desk. Then again, unless they were informed of Bedivere's invitation or were superbly incompetent, they had every right to be confused. Bedivere may have been described to them as an older Englishmen, and yet here was a boy, perhaps his errand boy?. "Now then, perhaps a spot of tea for your guest hrm? Black Ceylon, loose tea, no sugar, or milk. Lemon, thinly sliced and slightly candied. Served in a cup and saucer proper. Within Five minutes from the kitchen if possible. If not, well then I shall be gravely disappointed in your ability to provide service."

This was Bedivere alright, a true Englishman never starts the day off without a proper cup. Something was needed to wash down the fatty blood of those Americans.

[Wraithblade6]

@thewizardguy@remipa awesome@pure darkness

In the darkening twilight, Mithias looked sharply in the direction of a soft chuckle. Stepping awkwardly between the gaint, irregular clumps of tall grass, the dry sand lazily giving way beneath each step, Gabriel ambled down the hill toward them raising his glass somewhat jovially. Perhaps they both felt the same lifting of their spirits at the sight of each other, father and son. All those old discussions, moral dilemmas, Socratic debates, arguments, insults, promises kept and broken, wacks with a cane across the cheek, and ages of persuit and manipulation had finally culminated in a deep bond in spite of their differences. What strange things honor demanded.

Mithias immediately put his weapons away and bowed deeply with his hand over his heart. This was the deepest sign of affection and respect he could give to Gabriel in greeting, for he knew very well his father had a violent hatred of being touched, particularly by anyone that could threaten him. Gabriel had nearly wiped out a city the last time Mithias had dared lay a hand on him. He wouldn't do that again.

Mithias smiled at the memory of his poor planning in regard to "El ejercito Espanol."

"Yes, father. And only now can I finally realize how taxing I had been to you, and how much you had done for me." Although he spoke casually, there was a clear slice of contrition in his voice. He glanced at Hank thoughtfully. Creating a child of his own had caused Mithais to grow up a little.

Gabriel went on with his act, inviting them into his home and putting on a courteous show while delaying the topic of business proper, which he of course already knew. Mithias sighed and shook his head helplessly with an eyeroll at Gabriel's offer of hospitality. "You are too gracious, father." He replied with benal sarcasm. Mithias knew very personally the value of family. It was what drove him, and he too would give anything for those he considered to be part of his own. Gabriel was included in that.

As they got to the house, they slowed down to see it for a moment. Mithias stood with his hands clasped thoughtfully behind his back as he looked out over the roof to the starry sky. "It does please me to see you again, father." He also turned to Chantelle, who was still with them and bowed differently, more cordially, as to a lady. "Miss Black. Apologies for my defensive behavior. I was unaware that you are a friend and have come here for solace."

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chat chat or get to the point? you can delay the following, if you want. Assuming Wiz won't post for a week.
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At some point, probably once they had gone inside and had gotten comfortable, Mithias would grow antsy with idle prattle and would get to the primary reason they were there.

He stood up, looking vexed by the weight he wanted to get off his chest. "Father, I am sure that you have read Hank's mind and know the reason I have brought him before you. Hank suffers from a malady that may kill him, and as much as I love him, there is nothing I can do to save him." He took a deep breath. "If there is anything you can or would do, then that is why he is here. I turn completely to your wisdom.

I implore you... teach me another lesson, and also there is something I wish to confess."

Mithias only said what Gabriel already knew. "I haven't kept my promise to you. I've risked my life when I swore I would not. I've done it many times since I made that promise, and every time, it kills me within. Every risk I take, I don't know if it isn't you that saves me. I am still a fool. What will you do with me?"

[PuRe DaRkNeSs]

(I say delay until he does post)

Approaching the building, Chantelle focused on the night, beautiful sky. It was enchanting to say the least. As they all proceeded to stop, she heard Mithias speak to her. His voice now gentle and respectfu; rather than full of anguish and hate.
"Don't worry about it Mithias. It shows your assertive and cautious of what and who's around you. Just like I do."
With a slight hesitation, once more she approached him, this time she appeared less threatening and more kind. The darkness in her eyes faded again revealing her deep blue eyes and she groaned slightly. The friendliness and thoughtfulness she had received from people was starting to overwhelm her. Making her dark, evil blood feel good. Shaking it off, her eyes turned a full crimson colour and a devilish smirk appeared from her lips.
"I am hungry again. If you like I could escort you to get some... food?"

[Kurai Assassin]

North

As North approached the wall his squad was at He noticed the Purge Commander or Who ever it was Giving orders from the Top of the building that housed most of their fuel. North Dropped the floor and set up his sniper and trained his sights on the guy. The wind felt calm, so he wouldnt have to account for the wind moving the bullet of course, however he would have to account for Bullet Drop, so he aimed slightly higher above his head. it felt like a perfect moment to take the shot be there were still Variables he had to take into account. For example he would have to time his shot to match the timing of sound of one of the Explosives they were using to not attract attention to his squad. Their was also the chance that someone could walk infront and take the bullet for him so he needed to look out for any other Purge nearby. He squeezed the trigger and it happened as though it was Slow motion. the bullet left the barrel and flew just as North had expected only dropping slightly before placing itself in the Back of the Purges head. It was Majestic. The Officer or whatever Rank of Purge he was, Fell back off the Construct and into the path the squad would be taking soon. "Lights out, Lets move" he said to his Squad making sure His kills friends didnt decide to come and pay tribute to him too early.

Katya

As soon as North had taken the shot Katya took off down the alley that was beside the Compound they were assaulting. Two Purge soldiers rounded the corner as Katya had made it half way towards her entry point. She turned and ran back to a nearby dumpster before they could get a shot off. Grabbing a grenade from her Belt she proceeded to pull the pin and throw it towards the Enemy. However that wasnt the case, instead the grenade hit the over hang of the roof and only landed on the other side of the Dumpster. As the grenade Exploded, Katya was thrown back by it. Luckily her Armour shield had absorbed most of the blast but she wasnt in any Shape to fight. the two Purge gun men closed in on her.

Washington

Wash had witnessed Katya get blown back, He ran and slid around the corner firing a clip of his Battle Rifle into the closest soldier Causing the Other to retreat. He ran over to Katya and dragged her back behind the wall. "That was the worst throw ever. of all time" he said checking to make sure that her wounds werent fatal or that they wouldnt kill her at all. it turned out a piece of shrapnel was lodge upside her arm. "Her pass me your weapon take mine and help North cover us. you might not wanna move from their though"

York

York had Followed blood into the Fray of Battle. he noticed the rebel leader stuck with five of his men on a school bus shooting out the windows. He ran over to them providing cover fire for some of the rebel to retreat to a more Fortified position. Reaching the bus he grabbed the rebel commander "Good to see you guys are still alive. get your men to Shoot for the head ok. thats where their most vunerable" as he said this a Purge soldier had managed to get onto the Bus. York Pulled his side arm from its holster and Shot the guy in the Face and again and again and again until eventually it made it through the armoured helmets they were wearing slamming the Soldier to the ground. York pulled the Helmet from him and grabbed his Knife from its sheath. He placed it on his neck and Slit his throat slowly allowing the poor bastard to drown in a pool of his own blood. He turned back to the Rebel Leader and his men. "And that ladies and Gentlemen is what you get for making me Fight on Taco Tuesday"

[Shoe Thief]

Ford

Ford jumped out of the Pelican with gun shots going off in every direction. He felt good, he was in a situation he was use too. As the other were moving to Cover Ford had started unloading into Purges Army, though he noticed fast that what ever armor they had on was taking the hits.

Ford saw Katya, York, And North move into one of the ally ways. What he also noticed was the blades, the Purges solders were armed to fight vampires. They were charging in to their own death. He started running over to the ally when one of the purge soldier tackled him. He was unable to pierce the armor Ford was wearing on the first try, but he kept going and going looking for the sweet spot. He didn't get far as the Master-key on Fords gun Blasted the Purge Soldier back several feet in a blaze like that of a flame thrower.

He stood up, another purge charged him, he met a similar fate as the last one. Ford was about to keep running when he turned to see the truck, he about moved out of the way but he was too slow. The truck sent him back into a wall of what he guessed was a bakery. Ford stood up, his armor was beaten to shit compared to how it was when he got shot recently. Still wasn't repaired from that. He was hurting, he didn't know if anything was broken, but what he did know was someone was here with him.

"Oh boy, lookie what I got here?" Ford heard the pump of a shotgun behind him, He knew a slug would cut clean through his armor, especially at this range, especially with his armor in his condition. Ford's Rifle was out of reach, he couldn't reach for his blades fast enough, so he improvised.

Ford dropped and turned sending his fist into the Soldiers knee. When he twisted and hit the ground Ford slammed his fist into his face. BAM! A shot rung off Ford's Helmet. He turned to see another soldier with a pistol, Ford smiled. "You want to know what sucks?" He said as he stood up and started walking. "That 9mm you're holding isn't getting past this armor." That didn't stop him from trying, shot after shot hit Ford, he was beat up but the metal on his armor was holding up. "In fact?" Ford grabbed the soldiers wrist, Slowly twisting it forcing him to his knees. "You should have ran when you had the chance." Ford kicked the man in the chest sending him back into the Debris. He turned to rejoin the fight but collapsed. His body had quit on him.

South

South took Cover next to North and chambered her weapon. She moved up with North, Wash, and Carolina as they ran into an ally. She was last so she didn't see who got caught in the explosion. What she did see was an agent get hammered by a pick up truck, she turned her Scar-H on the soldier, the 7.62 rounds cutting through the armor like a hot knife through butter.

South turned to North. "We need to get out of the Ally soon, if we don't we'll get boxed in!" As she said that she took aim and Unloaded a few more rounds into some Purge Soldiers at the other end of the Ally way.

Hank

So this was Gabriel. Hank was expecting.... Taller. Though he could tell the Old blood was probing his mind, though it felt like the more he tried to avoid it the more memories he stirred up for him to read. And the girl was with him as well, Hank wasn't sure what to think of the situation.

As they walked back to the house it was getting dark, If their was one thing Hank knew about vampires it's that they preferred to fight in the dark. Hank always preferred Dawn, Facing west.

By the time they got in Hank was... uneasy. He still didn't like being around so many vampires at once, especially old bloods. Mithias was talking to Gabriel about his... condition. Chantelle mentioned something on food, though he still didn't like to drink blood, he was always finding substitutes to try to keep under control. This normally meant busting his way into blood banks. "I'll pass, just ate." This was a lie, it had been almost 2 weeks since Hank had last had blood, he had to admit it was bugging him.

[Kurai Assassin]

North

North knew this Alley way was a death trap but the problem was their objective was in that building. "South Grab Carolina and lets get to the building across the road. we can provide cover from there." North Turned his Comms on "Alaska, Carolina got caught in an explosion. were moving her into a building across the street from the objective. Can you call in a MEDEVAC Pelican were pinned down. Wash you got Eyes on Florida" He turned his mic off. "Theta. can you check Carolina's injuries? we need to know if she is gonna be ok"

Washington

Wash looked around. the only people Left were him and Allison. "Tex, Divert from original Mission. we gotta find Florida." Wash said firing a clip at the second Purge Soldier.

[DiZL ReloadeD]

Allison fired the last remaining bullets in her current magazine before she replied "Roger that! I am gonna reposition on top of that building and provide cover. Stay here, don't move until I tell you!". Under heavy fire Allison dashed in direction of the administration building on their left. While moving she shot down a Purge soldier who just got on its rooftop then she jumped inside right through a window.
She fought her way upstairs when she found a gun lying on the floor besides a dead body, one of the rebels. "Hm? An RPD? As if on cue~" She grabbed it and headed to the rooftop, when she arrived there she immediately took cover and got the LMG in position. "Alright now, move!" She said to Washington through the comm as she started to suppress the enemy with fire.

[Kurai Assassin]

"Copy that" Wash began to run towards the truck which was embedded in a wall. "Shit, Tex we got a problem. Florida's down." he switched his Comms channel over to Second Squads channel "Alaska York were getting out of here. you guys are on Clean up Duty." he switched back to the original channel "Tex were leaving. you wanna stay here with Alaska and York on clean up or you gonna Catch a ride back home"

[DiZL ReloadeD]

Allison took cover as the enemy returned fire at her "Silly question, I'm gonna stay. Now get him the hell out of here, I'll provide cover while you fall back!" She took a deep breath before she emerged from her cover again and continued to pin down the enemies.

[Kurai Assassin]

Wash grabbed Ford and put him over his shoulders and ran over to the building in which North and South had taken Carolina. "Were leaving" he turned his Comms on "Four-Seven-Niner this is Echo Team 1 we have two Casualties in need of immediate medevac how copy over?" *Echo Team 1 this is Four-Seven-Niner im inbound now*

[Legion-114]

Purge Depot
@Kurai Assassin@Remipa Awesome@DiZL ReloadeD

As gunshots were fired, the HIVE strike force went on full alert. They had not anticipated a large scale attack from another apposing force. The Troopers were set up in position and two Railgun Snipers climbed to a better vantage point and begun taking potshots at any hostile force, whether Purge or Freelance. The mech units also begun a seek and destroy task in the local area, opening a full barrage of chain-gun fire onto a group of Freelance soldiers. The squad commander had radioed in to Commander Knight that they had company.

Meanwhile Knight had advanced into the lower sections of the main structure and found what he was looking for, but it would take some time to retrieve. He ordered the Bomb Carrier to activate the Failsafe of the Singularity Bomb. This meant that the bomb would go off no matter what, if anyone so much as even touched it, the mechanism inside would reduce the timer to zero and create a gravity well, sucking in everything within a mile radius and implode. The timer began to count down from 20 Minutes.

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The Crimson Drop Hotel

Adam descended from the stairs to greet Bedivere, whose dark presence had been sensed before he even reached the island. With the bottle in hand he placed it on the side table and gave a small formal bow. He had already been summing up the battle potential of Bedivere and access if things went bad, if it were better to fight or run.

"Welcome my dear Dread Lord, I trust your journey was most pleasant." Adam opened with a smile and gestured towards the function room.

[Kurai Assassin]

The Pelican drop ship Appeared Atop the Building that the 5 freelancers were Sheltered in. Ford and Katya were Carried in by North and Washington. North had Motioned to his sister South to join them in the Drop ship. there was no way the 3 concious Agents had a chance off completing their objective. North called Blood on the Comms "Blow up the Depot when everyone of those purge bastards are dead"

[Shikaru]

Blow up the depot.. "Hell yea!" Blood roared into comms admist cutting down Purge. By now his armor had several dents and some armor flaked off, these assholes were strong and relentless, even after being shredded to pieces their arms still twitched for a minute or two. Blood was even more relentless.

One ran at him with a grenade, pin pulled. Crossing his arm and in front of himself he braced for the explosion, two seconds later red mist and he was sent flying back first through a wall. Tumbling a bit he regained his footing and skidded to a halt. A chunk of armor on his right shoulder was nearly destroyed, mostly due to being hit by sniper fire earlier.

It wasn't more than a few minutes later he witnessed Purge and rebel forces alike drop like flies, heavy railgun fire rang out from the rooftops. And off in the distance he heard chaingun fire. "BE ADVISED! HEAVY RAILGUNNERS AND MECHS IN THE AREA!" Blood shouted into comms, it wasn't a second later of him exiting the hole in the wall that a bullet hit directly in front of him, making a big hole in the asphalt. "Shit..." Blood said under his breath, running back into the building.

"Scarlet, recon the area. See where the railgunners are posistioned!" He shouted. "Right away!" He then heard Ericks message over comms, "Good. Just don't shoot me and everything will be alright." He replied.

"It looks like they're on the roof in various locations, they're guarded heavily by a small force of 10 people or so. Un-sure of their weaponry." Scarlet replied.

"Good enough for me!" Blood shouted before vaulting over cover and heading for the stairs. Seconds later he was met with gun-fire, the bullets plinking nigh harmlessly off the armor. "That's right, keep wasting ammo assholes." Blood said, laughing lowly, advancing slowly.
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Mechs. Lovely. Erick thought to himself. He continued his barrage of sniper fire, casings plinking on the floor. On the roof next to him he noticed a woman appear, it looked like powersuit armor similar to what the rest of freelance was wearing.

"Be careful...there are railgunners.." Erick nearly whispered into comms, mostly to himself. Of course, the rest of Freelancer would have heard the message from the one they call Alaska.

He heard the clanking of metal, whirring of gears, and hiss of steam. Instinctively activating his cloak and collapsing his sniper swiftly he turned. The mech had taken aim at the woman on the building next to him. "Shit.." he said to himself. "GET DOWN, THERE'S A MECH AIMING DIRECTLY AT YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE!" He shouted, running full speed at the mech, a blur. He lept from the building, knife in hand. Grabbing onto the mech with one hand and stabbing the dagger into it with the other he clung to it. 15 seconds left on cloak appeared in his visor.

He shimmied around the mech, he heard the pilot say something was on it. 10 seconds. Finding the cockpit he smashed the window, cracks appearred. He hit it again, it shattered. The pilot drew his side-arm, firing madly in front of him. One shot grazed Erick's suit. Cloaking de-activated, Erick was already behind him, knife to his throat. The man tried to turn, but it was to late. Erick grabbed him and slit his throat. Taking the grenade off the mans belt he lept out of the mech, pulled the pin, and tossed it in.

A explosion followed after, the mech sparking, warning sirens blared of imminent destruction. And then. Boom.

He landed on the building with a roll, a huge chunk of metal missing his head by half an inch. The building caught most of the big shrapnel, making it un-stable. Loud crashing could be heard from the floors below. "We have to go! Move it!" Erick shouted, running towards the edge of the buildng. The roof he was on was a good 20 foot across, he'd probably have to throw her unless that fancy suit was more than just armor.

[thewizardguy]

The Purge was beaten back, if with difficulty. Even riddled with bullets, they simply kept on moving, and only Freelance's experience and skills prevented panic from spreading. They were unable to match the offensive firepower, and the charging wave was beaten back, those that got into melee getting in a few good hits, but not dealing any major damage. Even as this transpired, however, both Hive and Freelancer would notice something even stranger than the nigh-immortal killing machines. As one, the Purge dropped their weapons and sank to their knees, murmuring prayers under their breath.

Others would not know what to make of this, as the Purge seemed to lose all will to fight. Killing them became suddenly easy, as they would simply sit still as a gun was leveled to their faces. Only Katya, who had experienced Purge tactics firsthand, realized what was about to happen.

The Purge didn't surrender, and they didn't give up. The prayer was a mere preparation for inevitable death. Not from the enemy, for they would otherwise have died in battle. The sudden burst of prayer meant this entire area was about to be bombed. The Purge were planning on destroying the entire fuel depot, and everyone in it.

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Inside the building, Knight looked through the Purge files trying to find what he wanted. However, all the documents he found were written in some form of code. On the surface, they appeared to be nothing more than religious propaganda, but the strange way it was written had convinced Knight there was some kind of message hidden in these documents. The problem was that without the proper knowledge, a code was nearly impossible to translate. Unlike a cipher, it didn't simply replace letters. Instead words meant something completely different, and entire paragraphs could be nothing but red herrings. Even using a team of experts, it could take months, or even years, to figure out what the original meaning had been, unless Knight could somehow figure out what the phrases meant.

Suddenly, he would hear footsteps nearby. He was alone in the room, but the metallic clanking clearly meant another Crusader had made his way into the basement. Those suits were quite sturdy, but incapable of stealth. As such, Knight was easily able to sneak to the door, getting a good look at the figure in the building.

The metal-clad warrior was messing with the valves on the pipes that ran below the fuel deposit. He appeared to be opening a third valve, which lead to some unknown area. It clearly wasn't connected to any of the fuel containers, nor was it connected to any of the exit pipes for releasing fuel. Knight had left it alone, not having a clue what any of the valves did. However, after the steady rumbling of flame, he came to a quick conclusion. Having lost the fight above, the Purge were about to ignite the fuel. Hundreds of liters of high-powered flammable liquids, designed for incredible heat and spread. The pressure buildup would cause a massive explosion, and everything nearby would be coated in flames.

And he, of course, was right in the middle of it.

[Shoe Thief]

South

South did as North asked and help Carolina, gun fire was intense. After Carolina and Florida were loaded into the Pelican North ordered an Evac. "Wait what?! We can still kick their asses! The injured are on the ship, we need to get going and kick some ass!" As she said that gun fire broke out from a nearby rooftop, a team of Purge's soldiers had found the LZ and were determined to prevent it from leaving. South returned fire taking two out.

Florida

He was awake now, in the Pelican. "What the hell?" He was still hearing explosions all over the place, Katya was next to him though she looked worse then Ford. Ford knew he would recover though, his armor took most the hits, he himself just suffered bits and pieces. He looked around for his rifle, it was gone, he still had his side arm.

Then Ford heard the shots going off, his visor was trashed so he removed his helmet revealing his face. By the time he got it off he saw two guys on an adjacent rooftop, one was carrying a belt fed weapon. He got more concerned when it started to fire into the Pelicans side engine. "Fuck!" He jumped down and returned fire with his side arm. After they had unloaded at least 100 rounds they stopped shooting and started to pray. "What the hell?"

[thewizardguy]

@PuRe DaRkNeSs@Remipa Awesome@Wraithblade6

Gabriel raises an eyebrow. "What, are my wines so distasteful you feel the need to go hunting?" He steps forward, and Chantelle realized that Gabriel had taken offense. "Perhaps your tastes aren't quite as distinguished as you believe them to be. Hmph. You probably can't even tell A from O, another barbaric consumer who doesn't know quality. You know, blood has a very fine distinction of texture, and in order to properly experience...." He continues on for some time about the different kinds and qualities of blood, making a running commentary on his personal preferences. Speaking to him, blood sounded less like a drink and more like a work of art, something to be tasted and treasured, an experience far beyond simple sustenance.

Eventually, the trio would arrive at the house, and Mithias interrupted Gabriel. He was one of the few people on the planet that could cut through the Vampire Lord's rants without being killed for the insult. However, Mithias was well aware that, left to his own devices, Gabriel could quite literally continue monologuing for years at a time. Without the need to breathe or sleep, the length of Gabriel's rants had no hypothetical limit, and he had continuously ranted for weeks on end in the past.

"So, you want me to perform.... brain surgery, of a sort?" He smiles, as he leans over. He had already known, but hearing Mithias ask him for this held some sweetness in it. He could make anyone say anything, and Mithias was the only being beyond his immediate control. As such, Mithias' act of submission, and admission of vulnerability was strangely delightful. "Well it's certainly within my abilities. Of course, there's a far easier route. The root of the problem isn't his memories, after all. His losses and pains are a heavy burden to bear, but over the years he will gain only more. Every vampire gathers the pain of their lifetime to them, like an aura of accumulating agony, until eventually they go insane." He chuckles, as he lays his hand on Hank's forehead.

Hank would find himself reliving his memories, seeing his family slaughtered, seeing his own murders. The kills that he himself had performed in his blood lust, locked into his unconscious, were played before him like a movie. But the natural response, the fear and pain, the deep sorrow, were gone. Gabriel suppressed them, blocking them from creeping into his mind. Watching these events, Hank would find himself completely unaffected by them, sheltered from his pain altogether by Gabriel's touch. "Of course, I could grant you a far more permanent solution, my boy. The root of your problems isn't memories of pain, or sad events. They aren't your suicidal thoughts, or emotional instabilities. No, those are merely the symptoms of a far more grievous disease. Human empathy."

Gabriel smiles widely, revealing rows of pointed teeth, as he looks Hank in the eye. It was clear that Mithias was no longer being addressed, and Gabriel spoke rather to Hank directly. "So tell me, my boy. Do you want me to make the pain go away?"