Mutant Hunt - RPG (Page 11 of 15)

There were only three of us left.
I don't like these odds, I think.
I let my flames come taking care not to let them touch the weapons. I pull out the Desert Eagle.

"#@$%! They're just toying with us now!" noah exclaimed to anyone who would listen. He was then promptly kicked in the head by the twinkle-toed ballerina mutant.

"Fight like a man, you %^&!!!" Noah cursed firing wildly at the springy little mutie. He watched them land on the rooftop to survey the damage they'd done.

"Open fire, damn it! Open fire!" noah, Squint and Dan began firing at the rooftop, hoping to get a lucky shot in.

"Forget this..." Dan said and changed his grip on his M16 to the M203. He aimed for the section of the roof where the two mutants watched them and fired.

FOOM

KERPlOOOOOSH

Concrete and debris flew everywhere. Noah kept flying into the dust cloud that rose from the explosion.

Arnold continued to drive, seemingly ignoring Adrian. His CPU, however, was doing quite the opposite, calculating the odds of what Adrian spoke maybe having a speck of plausibility. Turns out, it was a big speck. 73.67% was what he calculated, based on the treatment and current status of previous models he had on file...which was ALL of them. What would he do? Arnold was somewhat 'troubled' at the 'thought' of deactivation.

His head turned slowly to Adrian. "What are you trying to tell me?"

Blackout watched the chaos unfold below his vantage point on the roof.  His swords had been confiscated, and were in the armoured car still. He jumped off the roof, ran down the side, and began to draw in the light around him, until there was a large void in the middle of the street.  The human would be unable to tell where Blackout was inside the globe of shadow, which gave him an advantage.  He made his way to the car, slipped inside, and retrieved his swords, before leaving again, all under cover of the darkness.  He could see the robot still searching for him; scanning the void.  His sensors would probably meet with some interference, which would give Blackout adequate time to flee.  He took the chance, and ran.

His first thought upon reaching the rooftops again was to search for Adrian; the SEAL had been shot when saving Blackout, and he owed the man that much.  He caught a glimpse of the car that was holding Adrian before it left, and he was busy scanning the nearby streets for it.  When he saw one that looked like it was the same on, he began to run, jumping from roof to roof, until he was running in an intercept course for the car, taking into consideration the speed of the car.  He got to the edge of the roof, breathed in, and jumped over to the street…

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Tinman had been unable to find Blackout in the void that he had generated.  But once the mutant had fled, and took to the roofs, he was easy prey, and Tinman had been about to fire on the mutant when he jumped off the roof.  The target had landed on a speeding car.  Opening fire now would cause severe casualties to innocents.  Even if the life-sign in the car was a mutant.  He was not the target, however.  His electromagnetic matrix caught some sort of signal in the car, sort of like his own, but superior.  Interesting.  He stayed above the car, observing the events below.

((If you don’t like this post, Sev and Rev, let me know, and I will try to edit it.))

"What happens as technology improves?  More robots are made.  You are turned into scrap metal."

Adrian was dropping the bombshell.

"Why do you do what you do?  Because some inferior human orders you too?"

A sound on the roof was heard.  Someone had arrived.  Adrian was growing weaker and weaker.  He was losing blood and it was getting everywhere.

"I think - I think I'm going to bleed in the car."

"This isn't going anywhere Commander. We need more men, better trained men." Captain Dan said as he looked at one particular soldier who was shooting crazily. Fort loaded another grenade into the M203 and checked his surroundings. He was beginning to get frustrated. The mutants were toying with them and he was beginning to lose his sympathy for them.

(Hey, Ph34r, I was planing a AMST (Anti Mutant Strike Team, could you make your people the Militia response, I have already discussed the AMST thing with Fett_II unless you mean Mandals, then we have discussed it, and they are part of the Militia. ((Mandal, if i'm confused, then please correct me)))

((Seems full on govt respons is happening a little early this year, I'll make up the character sheet soon enough unless you planed something different Ph34r))

((I can wait))

(Ok, whatever, wont use these guys right away, but I'm just making them now)

Name: AMSTC-11085, Greg Martin
Age:42
Rank: Major (United States Army)
Alliance: Human, AMST, Charlie squad.

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(Note, the eyes are part of the helmet, and I dont want to make his face with the heromachine)

Light brownish hair, blue eyes.

Weapons: the X-83 A interchangeable weapon system like the DC-17, contains sniper, grenade, shotgun, and amchine gun attachments, all have seperate ammo. 

Grenades: Flashbangs, frags, incindiary grenades, smoke (normal and colored) Tear gas. All able to be fired from the grenade launcher atachment, or thrown.

Armor: Fireproof, insulated against electricity, completely sealed, slightly stab proof undersuit. Voice is distorted by external speakers, for shock value, sounds like Combine soldiers from Half-Life2. Advisor can speak through external speakers if she wants to.

Personality: Enjoys the company of his squad, follows orders with barely any second thought, looks out for his squad, but knows that they can handle themselves, Does not hate mutants, but realizes the threat they pose.

Greg's boots hit the concrete, it was dark, it was raining, and the spray kicked up by the UH-60M Black Hawk hung in a miniature mist in front of the house. Jenkins was setting the breaching charge, Bauer and Davis took their positions. Jenkins pulled to the side, "Clear!" he yelled, his voice garbled to the outside, yet clear to Greg and the rest of his squadmates. Greg pressed the detonator he held, the door exploding inward "Grenade!" Bauer and Jenkins shouted almost simultaniusly, one throwing the grenade into the now open doorway, the other throwing it through a window. Two explosions sounded, and the soldiers sprinted into the building, clearing each room. Greg took position by the final room, Davis aproched, and opend the door. Greg rushed in, 83 raised, five targets. He pulled the trigger once, and a three-shot burst hit the first tango square in the chest. Greg took cover behind a metal table as a beam of searing energy passed his head. He quickly ripped the main attachment off and replaced it with the shotgun. He leaned out from cover, firing once. The it hit an aproaching mutant. He heard more gunfire, the tracer rounds passing him, taking out the remaining tangos. They cleared the other rooms, and headed back, while passing the scene of the firefirght, they heard a gasping breath. One of the mutants was wounded, badly. "Call for medivac, one captive." Greg lifted the mutant and stepped back into the rain.

One year later...

The UH-60M roared over New York,headed for the mall, they were to reinforce militia, and their advisor, a Lt.Colonel had permission to assume command of the local forces. Better her, an expirenced commander, then whoever was making such a mess of this situation now.