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Damn I'm late, gonna check back on this tomorrow to see if it is still accepting.
Unimportant and unrelated, felt like ranting to uninformed peeps with no other source of info.
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The Bear was one of the first to respond to the explosion. Latching onto one of the APCs, he rode it towards the gate, the light gatling laser easily held with his free hand as the wave of Enclave soldiers careened towards the compound. Once they were close, he leapt off of his ride and made his way in. In the courtyard, the dark night air was lit up by a stream of lasers coming from Bear, decimating any who were unlucky enough to be in his sights. Walls were singed and the soldiers of the Two Headed Bear were blasted to dust, and more than a few allies were injured as they tried to pass by the Bear. Once the bullets finally stopped plinking off of his armor, he allowed his trigger finger to lift. A squad of men formed around him, and the great power armored beast made his way towards a door that had been mostly blasted open.
A foot slammed into it, sending shattered remains raining into the hallway. Footsteps faded as troopers ran from them, and Bear sent his men after them. He preferred to work alone, or with men he trusted. And with Eagle Claw separated, there was no one here to trust. Once the men were down a different hallway, and the sounds of gunfire and laser shots were sounding in the distance, he began working his way through his own path. It was mostly bare, many of the troopers, young and old, all gone the outside of the building to fight the assault. That was fine. The battle could wait. His real prey were the ones in charge of this facility, the ones who gave commands. The communications tower was down, but that would not stop short range communications between the troops and their commanders. What would break their moral more than hearing their generals and captains screaming as a Bear ripped them apart, and then being told that no mercy would be shown to them either? Beneath the helm, a savage grin spread over his face, and over the comms of his team, a throaty growl ran through their heads.
As he turned a corner, a few bullets slammed against his side. Big, thick bullets. A grunt escaped him, and he turned to see a sniper with a rather large rifle getting up to turn the corner. Bear merely turned his gun on him, but missed him by mere centimeters, the wall behind becoming a torn, scorched mess. Hurrying as fast as he could, he skidded to a halt as a few gunshots came from the hallway. Where his head would have been, three bullets, two small and one large whizzed past. He groaned in annoyance, and glanced around. There were a few doors around him, one into the wall that connected to the hallway he would have gone down. Opening the door, it opened into a large room, with a door connecting to the other hallway with the soldiers. He walked through, heavy boots clapping against the floor, likely causing worry in the troops who he was likely passing. Once he neared the door, he positioned himself, placing the barrels of his weapon a few inches away from the door. After a few seconds of silence, the weapon whirred to life, and a stream of laser fire decimated the door. A scream came from behind it, followed by spouts of ash and hardened blood as a body fell in pieces behind the door. There was a loud shout and some footsteps. The Bear leapt from the room and turned to face the fleeing men, and gunned them down.
A low, rumbling laugh echoed through the comms as he stood over the bodies, cloth burning while ash and blood spewed from the wounds. He turned back on his way, and continued. In the distance, he could hear gunfire. It seemed that the fighting had come into the building at last. That hadn't taken long, but it was both good and bad in Bear's eyes. Pro: He'd get to use his weapon more. Con: It would take him longer to reach his quarry. Small, dark eyes peered out from behind the orange lenses of his helmet, eyeing the corridor apprehensively. There were surprisingly few people here. He expected more guards in the deep parts of the main building. As he was beginning to doubt his sense of direction, a familiar whirring sound caught his ear. He was just able to double back as a stream of small bullets fired past him, the loud banging of a minigun coming from the side. He reached up and turned off his comms, and got as close to he could to the corner as he could now that the minigun had stopped firing.
"That's a nice gun you've got there!" Bear called from his cover.
There was a moment of silence, followed by the enemy speaking. "Thanks! Looks like you've got one of your own!"
"Yes, well, mine is more suited for shooting lasers rather than bullets! Enclace really likes their 'advanced' tech."
"Nothing beats a good ol' bullet, though!"
"Disagreed! Explosions will always be better than a bullet! And not only that, but can a bullet do this?" As he said that last syllable, he rounded the corner and open fired on the soldier. Laser fire was met by gunfire as the two opened up on each other, the steam of bullets denting the Bear while the lasers melted sections of the other man. Both roared at each other, but after a few seconds, the other fell as his ravaged, salvaged armor fell before the might of superior firepower. The Onyx armor held up though, proving once more the superiority of Enclave equipment. The door he was guarding was now open for savaging, and the Bear did so with gusto. The large double doors burst open, and he was met with pistol fire from a group of revolvers. The Bear didn't even flinch as the bullets clattered to the ground, and he was faced with six men. He gently set down his gatling laser, and retrieved his own pistol, a plasma defender, from the holster at his hip. Three shots later, there were three corpses on the ground. A bullet skidded off the skidded off the side of his helmet, and as he turned to fire at him, the second embedded itself into his left lense. The breath caught in his throat for a moment, then his finger tightened on the trigger, and the fourth man was brought to the ground.
Before the other two could make another move, he roared, "Stop!" The pair froze, and the Bear kept his gun trained on them. He motioned to a table and a set of chairs. "Sit. You will not be harmed if you comply." He doubted either believed him, which they shouldn't, but they made their way to the table and sat. He held his free hand out to the elder of the two. "Your revolver, please," he requested. Slowly but surely, the man placed the pistol into Bear's hand. The man holstered his plasma defender, and then emptied the revolver of its rounds, except for one. He spun the cylinder around, and then slapped the gun on the table and spun it. When it came to a halt, the barrel pointed towards the younger of the two. Bear made a motion for him to lift the gun, and then said, "Place it to your head and pull the trigger. If you live, spin the cylinder, and then give it to your friend. The one who doesn't die gets to go free." The younger man opened his mouth to protest, but before he could get a word out, the muzzle of Bear's pistol was placed against his forehead. "Unless you'd prefer me to just kill both of you. This way, at least someone gets out alive to warn your people." The man gulped, and placed the gun against his head.
His hend was shaking, and he shut his eyes tightly. As the trigger pulled, both of the officers flinched as a click was the only sound produced. A sigh of relief went through the younger one, who Bear moved behind as the revolver was spun and handed off to the other. A similar process went through, a moment of hesitation, a hand raised to the head, and an anticlimatic click. Though, this man had more nerve than his younger compatriot. His hand had been steady the entire time, and he looked Bear in the eye, glaring at the bullet that half stuck out from the lense. The gun was spun and passed on thrice more, and then a fourth time back to the older man. Both were sweating profusely from the stress, while Bear was grinning like a madman behind that faceless helm.
A steady breath escaped the elder officer, and the barrel of the gun was placed against his temple. Three seconds passed, and then the trigger was pulled. The bang! of the gun seemed to shock both Bear and the younger officer, the silence of the room broken at last. His head flew to the side and his arms went limp, the pistol clattering to the ground as his body fell out of the chair and to the ground. The younger one didn't have time to celebrate his victory or lament the death of his friend, though, as the cold, metal hands of Bear clamped around his head. With a savage jerk, the bones of his neck snapped and separated, and the lifeless body fell forward to lay on the table. The Bear then went to the dead officers and rummaged around until he found one of the short range radios. Holding in the button, he shouted in:
"The Bear of the South is no match for the Bear of the North! Your two heads will do nothing but confuse each other as The Great Bear rips their throats out with tooth and claw! The NCR is doomed, and the Bear of the Enclave will have no mercy as it runs you into the ocean! I am coming for you, and you will fear the name of the White Bear!" The radio was tossed to the ground, and a heavy foot crushed it to bits. He then turned on his own comms, and cleared his throat. "I believe I have cleared one of the command rooms. Someone tell me where to point my gun now. I still have some energy left, and I hate to waste so much."
A foot slammed into it, sending shattered remains raining into the hallway. Footsteps faded as troopers ran from them, and Bear sent his men after them. He preferred to work alone, or with men he trusted. And with Eagle Claw separated, there was no one here to trust. Once the men were down a different hallway, and the sounds of gunfire and laser shots were sounding in the distance, he began working his way through his own path. It was mostly bare, many of the troopers, young and old, all gone the outside of the building to fight the assault. That was fine. The battle could wait. His real prey were the ones in charge of this facility, the ones who gave commands. The communications tower was down, but that would not stop short range communications between the troops and their commanders. What would break their moral more than hearing their generals and captains screaming as a Bear ripped them apart, and then being told that no mercy would be shown to them either? Beneath the helm, a savage grin spread over his face, and over the comms of his team, a throaty growl ran through their heads.
As he turned a corner, a few bullets slammed against his side. Big, thick bullets. A grunt escaped him, and he turned to see a sniper with a rather large rifle getting up to turn the corner. Bear merely turned his gun on him, but missed him by mere centimeters, the wall behind becoming a torn, scorched mess. Hurrying as fast as he could, he skidded to a halt as a few gunshots came from the hallway. Where his head would have been, three bullets, two small and one large whizzed past. He groaned in annoyance, and glanced around. There were a few doors around him, one into the wall that connected to the hallway he would have gone down. Opening the door, it opened into a large room, with a door connecting to the other hallway with the soldiers. He walked through, heavy boots clapping against the floor, likely causing worry in the troops who he was likely passing. Once he neared the door, he positioned himself, placing the barrels of his weapon a few inches away from the door. After a few seconds of silence, the weapon whirred to life, and a stream of laser fire decimated the door. A scream came from behind it, followed by spouts of ash and hardened blood as a body fell in pieces behind the door. There was a loud shout and some footsteps. The Bear leapt from the room and turned to face the fleeing men, and gunned them down.
A low, rumbling laugh echoed through the comms as he stood over the bodies, cloth burning while ash and blood spewed from the wounds. He turned back on his way, and continued. In the distance, he could hear gunfire. It seemed that the fighting had come into the building at last. That hadn't taken long, but it was both good and bad in Bear's eyes. Pro: He'd get to use his weapon more. Con: It would take him longer to reach his quarry. Small, dark eyes peered out from behind the orange lenses of his helmet, eyeing the corridor apprehensively. There were surprisingly few people here. He expected more guards in the deep parts of the main building. As he was beginning to doubt his sense of direction, a familiar whirring sound caught his ear. He was just able to double back as a stream of small bullets fired past him, the loud banging of a minigun coming from the side. He reached up and turned off his comms, and got as close to he could to the corner as he could now that the minigun had stopped firing.
"That's a nice gun you've got there!" Bear called from his cover.
There was a moment of silence, followed by the enemy speaking. "Thanks! Looks like you've got one of your own!"
"Yes, well, mine is more suited for shooting lasers rather than bullets! Enclace really likes their 'advanced' tech."
"Nothing beats a good ol' bullet, though!"
"Disagreed! Explosions will always be better than a bullet! And not only that, but can a bullet do this?" As he said that last syllable, he rounded the corner and open fired on the soldier. Laser fire was met by gunfire as the two opened up on each other, the steam of bullets denting the Bear while the lasers melted sections of the other man. Both roared at each other, but after a few seconds, the other fell as his ravaged, salvaged armor fell before the might of superior firepower. The Onyx armor held up though, proving once more the superiority of Enclave equipment. The door he was guarding was now open for savaging, and the Bear did so with gusto. The large double doors burst open, and he was met with pistol fire from a group of revolvers. The Bear didn't even flinch as the bullets clattered to the ground, and he was faced with six men. He gently set down his gatling laser, and retrieved his own pistol, a plasma defender, from the holster at his hip. Three shots later, there were three corpses on the ground. A bullet skidded off the skidded off the side of his helmet, and as he turned to fire at him, the second embedded itself into his left lense. The breath caught in his throat for a moment, then his finger tightened on the trigger, and the fourth man was brought to the ground.
Before the other two could make another move, he roared, "Stop!" The pair froze, and the Bear kept his gun trained on them. He motioned to a table and a set of chairs. "Sit. You will not be harmed if you comply." He doubted either believed him, which they shouldn't, but they made their way to the table and sat. He held his free hand out to the elder of the two. "Your revolver, please," he requested. Slowly but surely, the man placed the pistol into Bear's hand. The man holstered his plasma defender, and then emptied the revolver of its rounds, except for one. He spun the cylinder around, and then slapped the gun on the table and spun it. When it came to a halt, the barrel pointed towards the younger of the two. Bear made a motion for him to lift the gun, and then said, "Place it to your head and pull the trigger. If you live, spin the cylinder, and then give it to your friend. The one who doesn't die gets to go free." The younger man opened his mouth to protest, but before he could get a word out, the muzzle of Bear's pistol was placed against his forehead. "Unless you'd prefer me to just kill both of you. This way, at least someone gets out alive to warn your people." The man gulped, and placed the gun against his head.
His hend was shaking, and he shut his eyes tightly. As the trigger pulled, both of the officers flinched as a click was the only sound produced. A sigh of relief went through the younger one, who Bear moved behind as the revolver was spun and handed off to the other. A similar process went through, a moment of hesitation, a hand raised to the head, and an anticlimatic click. Though, this man had more nerve than his younger compatriot. His hand had been steady the entire time, and he looked Bear in the eye, glaring at the bullet that half stuck out from the lense. The gun was spun and passed on thrice more, and then a fourth time back to the older man. Both were sweating profusely from the stress, while Bear was grinning like a madman behind that faceless helm.
A steady breath escaped the elder officer, and the barrel of the gun was placed against his temple. Three seconds passed, and then the trigger was pulled. The bang! of the gun seemed to shock both Bear and the younger officer, the silence of the room broken at last. His head flew to the side and his arms went limp, the pistol clattering to the ground as his body fell out of the chair and to the ground. The younger one didn't have time to celebrate his victory or lament the death of his friend, though, as the cold, metal hands of Bear clamped around his head. With a savage jerk, the bones of his neck snapped and separated, and the lifeless body fell forward to lay on the table. The Bear then went to the dead officers and rummaged around until he found one of the short range radios. Holding in the button, he shouted in:
"The Bear of the South is no match for the Bear of the North! Your two heads will do nothing but confuse each other as The Great Bear rips their throats out with tooth and claw! The NCR is doomed, and the Bear of the Enclave will have no mercy as it runs you into the ocean! I am coming for you, and you will fear the name of the White Bear!" The radio was tossed to the ground, and a heavy foot crushed it to bits. He then turned on his own comms, and cleared his throat. "I believe I have cleared one of the command rooms. Someone tell me where to point my gun now. I still have some energy left, and I hate to waste so much."
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A few moments after she was sat up, Isala's eyes burst open and she bolted into a standing position. Her eyes were wild behind the mask, darting from each of them to the other before finally settling down. The lightning that had been crackling between her fingers dissipated, leaving behind an acrid smell and a taste of metal in the air around her. Raising a hand to run through her hair, she let out a breath. "Forgive the outburst," she said, then leaned up against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes landed on the Commander, giving him a dark glare.
"I have questions for you, Arvaraad," she stated, giving him the old title of her masters. "However, I will keep them to myself for now." She turned her head around, craning to see past Maas. "I suppose the elven girl died. Shame, that." A muttered phrase in qunlat was spoken after that, and then her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "I suppose we'll be leaving shortly then, is that correct?" All speech seemed to be pointed directly at the Commander, and her eyes never strayed to the men they shared a room with. Was this a blatant show of her ignoring them, or was it an innocent thing? It was up to them to decide how they took it, for Isala truly didn't know.
Really, her thoughts were elsewhere. The images that had flooded through her mind were quite disturbing, even compared to the twisted visions of the Fade. It was quite disheartening. Her eyes closed and her head lowered, trying to catch those fleeting images. Armies of darkspawn trampling the land that became blasted and doomed with every footstep. A mighty dragon, distorted and marred by the Taint of the beasts that it now led, flying high in the sky, roaring. But a voice also had accompanied the roars and fire and destruction. A beautiful voice that could not come from these monsters, should not, but seemed to echo throughout her mind like a song, the words lost but the tug of longing still there.
Her eyes slowly opened, and once more she glared at the Commander. "Well, Arvaraad?" she queried once more, pushing off the wall as if eager to leave.
"I have questions for you, Arvaraad," she stated, giving him the old title of her masters. "However, I will keep them to myself for now." She turned her head around, craning to see past Maas. "I suppose the elven girl died. Shame, that." A muttered phrase in qunlat was spoken after that, and then her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "I suppose we'll be leaving shortly then, is that correct?" All speech seemed to be pointed directly at the Commander, and her eyes never strayed to the men they shared a room with. Was this a blatant show of her ignoring them, or was it an innocent thing? It was up to them to decide how they took it, for Isala truly didn't know.
Really, her thoughts were elsewhere. The images that had flooded through her mind were quite disturbing, even compared to the twisted visions of the Fade. It was quite disheartening. Her eyes closed and her head lowered, trying to catch those fleeting images. Armies of darkspawn trampling the land that became blasted and doomed with every footstep. A mighty dragon, distorted and marred by the Taint of the beasts that it now led, flying high in the sky, roaring. But a voice also had accompanied the roars and fire and destruction. A beautiful voice that could not come from these monsters, should not, but seemed to echo throughout her mind like a song, the words lost but the tug of longing still there.
Her eyes slowly opened, and once more she glared at the Commander. "Well, Arvaraad?" she queried once more, pushing off the wall as if eager to leave.
richest person gets to be captain.
Ana4Captain 2014
Ana4Captain 2014
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Yer damn right.
I believe that it is always accepting, and we are trying to get back into the pace of things. Regardless, if you wish to make a character, no harm in it. Don't know when you could be introduced next, but that's beside the point. We're just trying to get the ball rolling again.
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