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The massive behemoths Igora and Harana began to run through the hallway, leading to the hangar, sprinting like a pair of enraged bulls. "Hunters, ground the dropship before the heretic can escape!" Katan ordered, pointing toward the Phantom, fire from turrets in the hangar forced him to take cover, the hunters didn't falter though. They fired their cannons at the manned turrets, the result was destructive, once the burning hot unstable plasma made contact with the turrets, they exploded violently, easily killing the operator. The next hail of cannon fire was aimed at the quickly escaping dropship, taking out an engine before it was able to fly off. The banshees taking off as well and forming a protective formation, as far as Katan had now seen, this mission was a failure. "Pilot! Be ready to pick us up!" He shouted over comms, standing in the dropship, angry about the mission failure. The Prophets did not take failure lightly, his punishment would likely be harsh. He looks toward the others before looking away, not sure how they all felt, but the arbiter, he knew how bad this would look. He was supposed to die on this mission, Katan's failure would look like treason.
The massive behemoths Igora and Harana began to run through the hallway, leading to the hangar, sprinting like a pair of enraged bulls. " , ground the dropship before the heretic can escape!" Katan ordered, pointing toward the Phantom, fire from turrets in the hangar forced him to take cover, the hunters didn't falter though. They fired their cannons at the manned turrets, the result was destructive, once the burning hot unstable plasma made contact with the turrets, they exploded violently, easily killing the operator. The next hail of cannon fire was aimed at the quickly escaping dropship, taking out an engine before it was able to fly off. The banshees taking off as well and forming a protective formation, as far as Katan had now seen, this mission was a failure. "Pilot! Be ready to pick us up!" He shouted over comms, standing in the dropship, angry about the mission failure. The Prophets did not take failure lightly, his punishment would likely be harsh. He looks toward the others before looking away, not sure how they all felt, but the arbiter, he knew how bad this would look. He was supposed to die on this mission, Katan's failure would look like treason.
Wolf's attention was completely taken off of everything in that split second, every seemed to have gone quiet once Kaliflur spoke being that was all he had just heard. he was more or less surprised that she survived the encounter with Devastator to begin with,her power level was nothing short of what he had expected of a saiyan. A small smirk formed when she complimented his sense of honor, often times his pride outweighed that. "Appreciated, Kaliflur..." He said in his naturally cold tone, he noticed her voice, she still had sounded fatigued still.
somebody, post >.>
The insanity will end once the pirates die, which the last one being the dude chucking knives at Marcus. He asked for Bernab-*sniffles* your character's help. So help him so we can get this show on the road
*runs*
Kori helped Junko
Kori helped Junko
Marcus sighed a little bit in enjoyment, fulfilling the pure desire to kill was enough for him, it seemed his attack was a little over the top. It sent his opponent across the room into a wall, her neck out of place with her spine, her arm dislocated as well. "Hmmph, at least that's over.." He said before his eyes widened almost as if he was terrified, this woman, she was getting back up. "People don't do that;..." He muttered silently to himself still amazed and awestruck by the spectacle. She stood up and was holding her dislocated extremities as if she weren't hurt at all, as if she had no feeling, like she was already dead. He continued to watch her, it seemed maybe she was some sort of vulnerable if she was apologizing for attacking, either that or she realized how pointless it was. His eyes widened a little when she asked him what year it was, what did that mean? How long has she been around then if she didn't know the year? "Uh, 4362..." He answered, still appalled by the situation occurring before him. "You're in a prison...we have no idea how to get out..." He answered, with a quick turn he noticed a pirate coming at him, hurling a knife toward him, narrowly he dodged the blade with a simple turn of his head. His hands were bound still, all he could do was try rushing the blade thrower but how would he even do that. "A little help?" He asks, glancing at the strange female, doing a quick triple take when he saw her eating flesh, he'd be honest, that made him uncomfortable. "Definitely not human..." He muttered, seething in pain when a blade sliced his cheek open.
Kori stood upon the broken bodies of the pirates, he was able to get his hands free thanks to an energy knife severing his cuff and making a deep gash in his hand after it sliced through his bracer. Now everything seemed handled, seemed anyway, he rifled through the pockets of the downed men, finding a key, presumably a way out. He looked over to the group of detainees that accompanied him. "I found our way out..." Kori says to himself.
Kori stood upon the broken bodies of the pirates, he was able to get his hands free thanks to an energy knife severing his cuff and making a deep gash in his hand after it sliced through his bracer. Now everything seemed handled, seemed anyway, he rifled through the pockets of the downed men, finding a key, presumably a way out. He looked over to the group of detainees that accompanied him. "I found our way out..." Kori says to himself.
things don't bite me anymore...except cannons TwT
Minarawr said
Uhmz... why... O.o
Cause I said so, get to work *throws a CS form* <.<
Demon Shinobi said
Stry... What are you gonna try to do in my OOC? >_>
whatever I want, that's what <.<
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