He nods before typing something to a small computer. "One sec, i wanna see if i can get ahold of some friends."
"ok"
A small hologram appears in his palm. 3 clone officers stand in it. "Commanders Prowler, Dread, and Killjoy. I need support at these coordinates. Demolition." the commanders talk to one another before nodding. "We will be on the way."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods before typing something to a small computer. "One sec, i wanna see if i can get ahold of some friends."
"ok"
A small hologram appears in his palm. 3 clone officers stand in it. "Commanders Prowler, Dread, and Killjoy. I need support at these coordinates. Demolition." the commanders talk to one another before nodding. "We will be on the way."
"lemme try something as well." she says as she takes off her backpack and pulls out a teleport homer
"Alright. Reinforcements will take some time anyways."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*like, yknow that sniper from yesterday with the rounds that are intended for tanks? Well, a spartan can shrug off a shot from that weapon. Unless its to the head of course, it usually would take that sniper 2 shots to down a spartan.*
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There is a hatch leading into the warehouse and to the ground
A small hologram appears in his palm. 3 clone officers stand in it. "Commanders Prowler, Dread, and Killjoy. I need support at these coordinates. Demolition." the commanders talk to one another before nodding. "We will be on the way."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He goes for the one leading to the ground
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She is immediately stopped by guards.
"This is a restricted area, ma'am. You're gonna have to leave the premises immediately."
He opens it and heads down the ladder, only to run into a spartan.
"Aight, funs over. Drop the weapon."
The clone shakes his head. "Never....FOR THE REPUBLIC!" he then pulls out a shock baton and swings at him
Attack: 16 Damage: 19
*if it hits make a con save*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Alright. Reinforcements will take some time anyways."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Note, there is a UNsC frigate in low orbit*
"Pick that up."
It bounces off the spartans chest.
"My turn."
He shoots out a punch to his chest.
Hit: 23
Damage: 23
*ok, back up a sec. A 32 DOES NOT hit?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*HOLD UP NOLKISS! 32?! A 32!? DOES NOT HIT!?*
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*Energy sheilds, mjolnor armor, physical enhancements*
*but for the sake of balance I'll say it did about 5 damage*
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*like, yknow that sniper from yesterday with the rounds that are intended for tanks? Well, a spartan can shrug off a shot from that weapon. Unless its to the head of course, it usually would take that sniper 2 shots to down a spartan.*