@Holy Soldier I'd like to switch my secondary to him, then.
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It's called the circle of life because life is pointless.
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@DracoLunaris Correct. But I meant Gordon is 100% human and doesn't have superpowers or anything special.
@DracoLunaris Gordon is also more or less the only normal person there.
Everyone on my team is a legend except Naija. Convenient.
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Eh, I was just curious. Most GMod players go mad with power after downloading a few hundred mods.
Eh, I was just curious. Most GMod players go mad with power after downloading a few hundred mods.
If Gordon becomes team leader, this will be his battle cry.
"..."
This is a guy who can command his troops to do stuff by staring in the right direction long enough.
"..."
This is a guy who can command his troops to do stuff by staring in the right direction long enough.
The mercenary said nothing, even as the girl tossed her knife at him. He didn't say anything as he simply reached out and punted the knife away. He didn't say anything even as she attempted to throw herself at his rifle. His powered exoskeleton was tough, being built with a recoil dampener, and it increased his strength so that he could go up against three or more normal people. Lance simply pushed the girl away, then with one hand, grabbed the front of her clothing and lifted her up to his eye level. "Look." His voice was quiet, but there was still untold fury behind it. "Those bandits tried to hurt us, hurt you. They were probably going to kill you if I wasn't there. I don't know if you're being serious or not, but this clearly isn't a roleplaying game anymore." He dropped her and stared down at her. "So just bring me to this 'Avalon' or whatever so that I can get some repairs, and I'll leave." He turned around and calmly reloaded his rifle, not sparing the corpses a passing glance.
"I think that was a little too harsh, don't you think?" Cutter finally spoke after deciding to remain quiet the whole time. "She's probably terrified." Lance said nothing, and simply slammed the magazine into his gun. "Uh, Lance? It's probably not a good time right now, but I've taken optical scans, heart rate, everything that girl has for any sign of lies, but, uh..."
"Out with it." Lance interrupted, clamping his gun to his back.
"Well, she's not lying."
"What do you mean?"
"She doesn't know what a spaceport is. Hell, she doesn't even know what a rifle is."
The mercenary sighed. "At this point, I'm not surprised any more. I have to get off this planet."
"Maybe I should talk to her."
"Do whatever you want. I don't care."
Permission granted, Cutter appeared in his tiny holographic form right in front of the girl. "Hey, sorry about that. My friend here's been having a rough day. Don't worry, he usually doesn't live up to his threats. But really, we need you to show us the way to the town. I promise he won't kill anyone there." He turned to Lance. "Promise?"
Lance simply grunted in response.
"I think that was a little too harsh, don't you think?" Cutter finally spoke after deciding to remain quiet the whole time. "She's probably terrified." Lance said nothing, and simply slammed the magazine into his gun. "Uh, Lance? It's probably not a good time right now, but I've taken optical scans, heart rate, everything that girl has for any sign of lies, but, uh..."
"Out with it." Lance interrupted, clamping his gun to his back.
"Well, she's not lying."
"What do you mean?"
"She doesn't know what a spaceport is. Hell, she doesn't even know what a rifle is."
The mercenary sighed. "At this point, I'm not surprised any more. I have to get off this planet."
"Maybe I should talk to her."
"Do whatever you want. I don't care."
Permission granted, Cutter appeared in his tiny holographic form right in front of the girl. "Hey, sorry about that. My friend here's been having a rough day. Don't worry, he usually doesn't live up to his threats. But really, we need you to show us the way to the town. I promise he won't kill anyone there." He turned to Lance. "Promise?"
Lance simply grunted in response.
Lance paused to consider the answer for a while and lowered his gun, before raising it again with renewed fury. "LIES! This ain't Avalon. You know how I know, huh?" He asked, though it was more of a rhetorical statement. Nonetheless, the bandits all shook their heads. "BECAUSE I WAS BORN THERE!" Lance suddenly bellowed once again, the bandits all scrambling away in fear. "This place looks nothing like Avalon... well, maybe, from the ground. But nothing here matches. So I'm giving you another chance. You tell me the truth, or-"
He spun around as he heard his companion cry out in pain, seeing her drop to the floor, along with another bandit. The bandit had a knife in his chest. Okay, now he knew they weren't kidding around. Turning around again, he holstered his pistol and pulled out his rifle. "I warned you..." He aimed it at the bandits and depressed the trigger. Immediately, a hail of 8.41x63mm rounds was unleashed from the barrel, piercing through the flesh and bones of the bandits, sending blood and viscera splattering all over the ground. Within five seconds, every single bandit had been gunned down. "Fucking drugged-up lunatics." Lance muttered, turning around and walking towards his companion.
He crouched down and kept his rifle, examining her wounds. Scans showed that it was just a flesh wound, but she was bleeding quite a bit. Sighing, he reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a small, pistol-like object with a screen. He pointed it at her wound. "Applying bioheal." A pencil-thin beam of light suddenly shot out and surrounded the wound. Then, it suddenly seemed to repair it, closing the skin as bacteria was killed, blood cells replaced, and tissue regenerated. It only took a few seconds for the wound to be fully healed, not even leaving a scar. That done, he stashed his device away and helped the girl to her feet. "Let's just keep moving. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder."
He spun around as he heard his companion cry out in pain, seeing her drop to the floor, along with another bandit. The bandit had a knife in his chest. Okay, now he knew they weren't kidding around. Turning around again, he holstered his pistol and pulled out his rifle. "I warned you..." He aimed it at the bandits and depressed the trigger. Immediately, a hail of 8.41x63mm rounds was unleashed from the barrel, piercing through the flesh and bones of the bandits, sending blood and viscera splattering all over the ground. Within five seconds, every single bandit had been gunned down. "Fucking drugged-up lunatics." Lance muttered, turning around and walking towards his companion.
He crouched down and kept his rifle, examining her wounds. Scans showed that it was just a flesh wound, but she was bleeding quite a bit. Sighing, he reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a small, pistol-like object with a screen. He pointed it at her wound. "Applying bioheal." A pencil-thin beam of light suddenly shot out and surrounded the wound. Then, it suddenly seemed to repair it, closing the skin as bacteria was killed, blood cells replaced, and tissue regenerated. It only took a few seconds for the wound to be fully healed, not even leaving a scar. That done, he stashed his device away and helped the girl to her feet. "Let's just keep moving. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder."
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