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Werewolf: The Apocalypse (W5)

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The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚍𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗. -𝙳𝚛. 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

Kleo stood there as the angry worm thing berated her like she was the worm out of water, she slowly took a piece of Union made gum out of the pack and pressed it into her mouth. She started to chew the piece of pink bubblegum as she listened to the anti-human, totally racist/asshole remarks made by this worm half-human creature. Kleo gingerly extended a piece of gum to one of the free worms that reared its ugly head which the worm accepted. The worm was stupid just like the book said, how would it chew a piece of Teamsters made bubble gum how would it stay wet in space?

She smiled, and a smirk grew upon her face as she palmed up her gladius ready to totally fucking murder this freak though she would refrain from doing so as senseless murder was poor form for a Human amongst alien 'peers'. "Dewd.. you and your worms don't even have spunk, you're like a walking tin can the onez I get from a vending machine. I'm a 100% pure bred, see." She held out her PDA in her other hand incase the worms tried to bite or kill her (that's what space worms tended to do.) The PDA showed a picture of Kleo with a slow flashing/glowing 100% pure human sticker beside her face and name. Huzzah for humanity.

As the evil wormling was pulled away Kleo made a face, the one that annoys all aliens. She stuck her tongue out and gave her that fuck you asshole look without having to draw her gladius or gun him down, this was a new record for the human. "Probably best you let us do our job 'n you do yours tin-can. Don't want us crossing fire, no use in us being chummy either. Hope after this we don't see you and your worms again, my team hates worms."

My team... Kleo and the Aliens were like a team now, it was confirmed.

𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. -𝙳𝚛. 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Kleo did her best to tolerate the squidling that spoke to her even showing some kindness back in such a strange time. "Umm.. Thanks." Kleo humbly said before the creamy-skinned gun-totter made her way off to the armory without much more to say on the matter. Though the trip was uneventful it was always the destination that brought people together. When the wet raven-haired woman made her way into the armory she sighed - more aliens and creatures. She tried to silently arm herself up, donning her gear and getting her slick sub-optimal skull popper ready to go along with her new mysterious attachment - the armor-piercing smart gun fleeked up adapter. Though some jackass who pretended to be a human, or was one wouldn't shut up about her. A true Alves would never let such slander against their character slide!

"Uhm... Sup you weird looking mother fucker. Don't know what you are, but if space jesus wuz' here? He'd smite your ass, ye' it's true I dropped a lot of alien licks. Cuz' my team is cutthroat, so don't get in our way else you might be on your knees not in the cool way dig? Like - in the you get fucked up if you fuck with us typa-way. Comp-ra-hendey there fishbowl 'n maybe translate to orc fo' your pals?"

Classy.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

It wasn't long ago that Kleo Alves was put in a headlock by some kind of orc who was ready to crush her like she crushed energy drinks or bullets down range. Humans had the best memory patterns and retention compared to their 'alien' peers, she didn't recall the situation going down the way it did because she was a loud-mouthed, cavalier, prudent but always vigilant human-loving bitch? She had done everyone a favor by dropping that dead weight, those aliens were as stupid as they looked - but to see the head ghost walker chime in about it was something alright - everyone was a critic, a judge and an alien!

Tarrhaidim - Precision Shots to Ensure Death - Dr. Hunter Powell

Kleo was open on the chapter to kill these fungoids, how they live, and operate, and the best way to strike them down. Kleo endured the browbeat because that's what humbled, hot-headed idiots did when faced by angry, or compassionate aliens. She turned the book around showing Sal the diagram she was reading out. "Killed some robots and scumbags who would do the same to us, fungal-bugs lost their shit and wanted to kill me on the spot. Could of chopped 'em up good, Gladius cuts thru-fungal shit like that. I could of kneecapped and de-limbed that walking tree with a flick of a wrist, cuttin' through butter." Kleo said closing the book in his face.

"Can't be faulted for killing off enemies of my enemies, dewd. Simple as, simple shit - should of 'spanked' me back then if you had a prob' can't help I'm a prisoner to this robot thing 'n fighting on planets I dun' wanna fight on. Not gonna lament on this shit, let me pull triggers and pop heads. Any ally puts a hand on me, I draw and chop - can't have my armor 'n tekk trashed out cuz' they thought it was wrong. We're bad people, full stop dewd. Matter of fact you peeps need me, I walk a path of humanity - you guys don't. I slay occult ' cultists with true faith.. "

"Be a good leader, back your squad - don't treat me like a kid, not the type to be made someone's bitch. Need examples, ask that alien officer with a hole in his head." Kleo spits off to the left on the ghostly grave of the empire and alien species that raised arms against her people. She hiked up her pants a little higher, her suspenders straining - oh, and nothing she said was at a whisper, a true human never returns common courtesy to an alien!

@Psyker Landshark

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The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Space is the time continuum that keeps a motor-mouthed alien killing merc alive. She wasn't spaced, but she was in space - aboard a ship full of bugs, squids, and robots controlled by aliens who also hated her. She hated them too, but she didn't hate them as hard. It's hard to understand if you aren't she, just an outsider looking in. A pale face worked being sprayed down with non-pottable water by 8-foot-tall bugs that don't speak English but can still talk shit like that asshole kid you grew up with but didn't punch because you were a bitch. The wet black black-haired, cavalier human made her way to the briefing - so fashionably late maybe she could make steam blow out of the ears of her haters?

"MIRRORS - PORTALS TO THE ETHERSIDE" Kleo walked in an occultic book in hand as she received an immediate browbeating from the putrid robot that harassed her for moments when she was under the gun - her last mission folley. "How am I gonna take a dewd hostage in space, hoppin' from space stations 'n frying bodies cracking brains huh?" She looked up from her mysterious ether-knowledge studying as the robot hogged the voice time, not letting her get a word in but it didn't matter she didn't care. The all-seeing, third-eyed, cult-slaying, ghostly-paled warrior of the pack would have to pick up the slack. Suspenders in red held her pants up high around her waist, her boots spit-shined to repel spirits with holy water and ethereal black boot polish.

Her gear packed away, blood removed, enchanted, blessed, cursed and now equipped with a weapon mod that blows heads into 100,000 little chunks. "Gonna need space protecting suits, the good kind. The one you save for aliens but fit humans just the same, think you can do that or you jackasses going to dee-criminate me some more?" She said with a curious, alien-rebelling eyebrow raised to the talking head - she wanted her revenge, or justice it didn't matter to her anymore. She wanted to leave with answers but most likely, she'd leave with pain.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Waking up in the healer tank or bacta tank (whatever these alien fucklets call it), the ooze and goo began to drain from the tank as Kleo was plopped out - born again. Writhing like a worm in her dream state of sorrows, she awoke with a gasp before the bug people approached her almost as if they were going to murder her they turned on their pressure washers and sprayed down the woman on the tiled floor of the medical bay washing away the pain as well as the gloop. "Aaahhh!" Kleo called out, the water was cold - ice cold and not of the friendly variety. The sound of the drain sucking up all the blood, sweat and tears from Kleo's body echoed the room as the bugs gave the woman some space.

She was healed, free from the damage the previous mission brought her - at least physically.

Kleo was brought her clothes and equipment as they were, eventually one of the buglings brought something new. It looked like it attached to her SMG, a head squisher and crusher of sorts of the explosive and deadly kind. "Holy moly dewd... It's the Alkaline Armor Buster, Head Exploder 9000!" Kleo said foaming over the equipment, she had been elevated from just a lowly worm to a warrior of death and destruction. Alien and human alike would feel the wrath of her explosive armor-piercing rounds, total destruction and all that would be left as the smoke cleared was the only Human that worked for robot kidnappers and angry aliens. Such was-..

Before her thought was finished she was hit in the face by a towel. One of the bug things said something (Put some clothes on, whore!) but she didn't know what it said. "Thanks dewd.. Can't wait to use this thing." She said, an evil smirk growing on her face as she put the towel on and reached for her glasses. Realizing she was talking to aliens, she frowned - tricked again by the undying, ever-moving occultic clans that tormented her and mankind.

"Assholes.."