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[acidic]

Acidic walks out of the eastern orchard, completely unaware a battle had been raging in this place. Acidic surveys the scene. Acidic is enraged. Acidic is very hungry and some stupid mutant and robot wannabes have obliterated her favorite hook toad fry joint. Acidic turns to the closest tree and snatches and apple. Acidic takes a bite and contemplates what degree of wrath to unleash on this lawless group of desert waste.

[candyguy]

Candyguy walks down from his position from the crag on the hilltop to servey the gruesome scene. He didn't walk too far out in the fear of in an attack, due to the deep lacerations on his leg he wouldn't be able to make it back to cover in time. Satisfied with what his eyes consume, he walks back behind the crag. Suddenly, he notices a convoy of more G27 units. What they are he couldn't tell. However, he knew they weren't mutants. Candyguy had sustained a rare mental disorder from over-exposure to Omega Rays. In an episode of bloodlust and rage, he prepares the chemical detonators for his guests as a little snack. As he was about to throw them, something unexpected happened.

[acidic]

Acidic walks out of the eastern orchard, completely unaware a battle had been raging in this place. Acidic surveys the scene. Acidic is enraged. Acidic is very hungry and some stupid mutant and robot wannabes have obliterated her favorite hook toad fry joint. Acidic turns to the closest tree and snatches and apple. Acidic takes a bite and contemplates what degree of wrath to unleash on this lawless group of desert waste.

Acidic emerges from the orchard once more. Completely baffled as to why the hapless twits have come to this. With all the insane creatures canvasing the planet a war with each other seems points. She decides it is time to get settle this matter. She closes her eyes. When they open she emerges in Taulin City and heads directly to the Taulin Market. Upset to find they have run out of Red Bull, she picks up a couple intensifiers. Next she heads to the ROTTK headquarters, but gets sidetracked when something sparkley catches her eye in Kilick's Boutique. She wanders into the boutique and picks up some cat ears and roller skates. After a while she remembers the task at hand and heads to the ROTTK headquarters once more.

She arrives at the top secret headquarters located behind the Taulin Black Market and raps three times pauses kicks the bottom of the door. A slot opens and the unmistakeable eyes of Shaelia stare back at her. Shaelia calls out "Password and Rank".

Acidic responds with.... "what?! Password? Have you been drinking again Shay?"

The eye abruptly disappear followed by a loud thud and then a eruption of giggling. The door opens and Bagavond holding the door knob in one had and a pitch of margaritas in the other. The day of horrific sites has not ended it would seem as Acidic covers her eyes agasp at the site of Bagavond clad only in *EDITED* and riding what appears to be a makeshift horse stick toy comprised of Acidic's Alahzen staff and a bunch of orange hair.

Acidic tells Bagavond to assemble the troops there is work to do. Bagavond says **burp** Yes'm and rides off down the halls. Acidic walks to her office and fortunately spot Dylune, Centurion and Badlands playing a game on the Intaulinet. Typical nerd stuff, they are wasting the day away on some game about some sword that fell out of the sky or something. The three jump to attention. Finally some good help! assemble the troops! We have work to do. They scurry off quick as can be.

Acidic enter her personal shower and begins to sud up her hair. She grabs a bar of soap and slowly *EDITED*.

She exits the shower and puts on her new Troxler outfit. She heads out of her office and down to the war room. As to be expected the orgy has already begun. "WTF? Without me? alright, tonight we celebrate tomorrow we battle"
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To arms Acidic cries as she mounts her Ash Venaxadon and traverses back to the battlefield to unbury cyclerider and turn the tide of this battle to the winning side. Her side.

[dylune]

It was near midnight when the voice speaks again: 'You're needed in the War Room'. Dylune was sure he wasn't the only one who could project thoughts and energy weapons just by focusing his mental energy on it.
Almost a year ago, he met Lyzander, another weird fellow who claimed to know the location of the Evil-reborn cyborg, Sharona Rei. When Dylune thought "That can't be...", he heard Lyzander's reply in his mind, although no words came out from his mouth: "Follow me and you shall see for yourself". That was when Dylune came to ROTTK and ever since, instead of attending wounded companions that came from battle, he was in the front ranks, fighting everything: from toads that jumped into Acidic's garden to some shadows called Echos which were threatening a capital Starship so huge, that Dylune got lost in it several months.
'Lemme fetch the Tequila first' - came Dylune's reply to the War Room meeting. - 'I just hope this has nothing to do with Boromier sneaking into the fridge again....'
Fetching his Pharaoh-looking armor and big green hammer, plus serving a couple tequila shots on a tray, Dylune began his slow procession to the War Room.

:arrow: TO BE CONTINUED....

[candyguy]

Despite everything going on, Candyguy has managed to discover several drop-off points for transports. If he can hijack one and make it back to HQ, he may be able to put a stop to this war. As a member of "Taulin's Black Ops," he knows exacty what to do. He injects himself with a chemical to enhance his senses, then slides down the slope to look for a transport. Sifting through the endless sea of transports, he finds one with just the pilot onboard. Slowly, he cautiously creeps on the transport. Looking around, he approaches the pilot. Realizing he was asleep, Candyguy draws his blade. With a single swipe, the pilots head falls to the ground. The body writhes in pain, then slumps to the floor, dead. Feeling accomplished, Candyguy sits in the pilot's seat and ignites the engine. With a deafening roar, the transport soared out of the bay. As he flew through the morning sands, he heard a thump directly behind him. "Damn! Someone else was onboard this entire time." Before he had time to react, Candyguy felt a gun touching the back of his head. " Don't move," The voice commanded him. The voice was feminine, yet harsh. Candyguy could sense a touch of fear in it as well. He could also feel the tension in the trigger of the gun in the back of his head. She fired! She missed. Of course she'd miss, it's only natural. If your transport crashed into the back of a Rorsarakan attacking Taulin city, you'd miss too. She flew through the window as the ship crashed down. As Candyguy fumbled through the wreckage, he knew that the Rorsarakan wouldn't attack Taulin city, he had to report this to HQ. As he walked toward the city, he noticed the female cyborg that attacked him. She was bifurcated under the wing of the transport. As she crawled toward me, I drew my blade, knowing that if I left her alive it would only mean trouble for me. With a swing of the blade her head flew from her shoulders, and into the dunes.
Now I have to get to HQ.

[centurion]

dark storm sweeps in from the east, and as it passes overhead. every purist in the battlefield falls down screaming, with blood running down their face. as quick as it came, the storm dissipates, but all the purist wakes up much diminished. Their prized mental strength has become much weaker, and it will only function as they wield their psi weapons. The cry of despair rings out through the battlefield and many just gives up without a fight. Midst of this tragic event, Centurion gathers his troops to protect his clan and to exert control over his area.....

[PyroDesu]

PyroDesu stood in a tree not far from the field, observing the days events through his specially modified long-range vision plate in his helmet. when the fighting was over he sat down and a MRE out of his rift backpack....trail mix. He was glad he finally got to choose his own rations (curse you, mother! :oops: ). After he finished, he put his LRVP back on and looked out at the battlefield, seeing some things that caught his eye, he headed out, his Mk1 Lava Rifle at the ready, ammo full. When he got there, he started stripping the dead purists and cyborgs of anything of worth, thinking of his useful contact at the Taulin City black market. There was a lot of money to be made here. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, and he whirled around, the finger on the trigger getting itchy, to see Basketcase from his faction glaring at him.

[PyroDesu]

PyroDesu stood in a tree not far from the field, observing the days events through his specially modified long-range vision plate in his helmet. when the fighting was over he sat down and a MRE out of his rift backpack....trail mix. He was glad he finally got to choose his own rations (curse you, mother! :oops: ). After he finished, he put his LRVP back on and looked out at the battlefield, seeing some things that caught his eye, he headed out, his Mk1 Lava Rifle at the ready, ammo full. When he got there, he started stripping the dead purists and cyborgs of anything of worth, thinking of his useful contact at the Taulin City black market. There was a lot of money to be made here. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, and he whirled around, the finger on the trigger getting itchy, to see Basketcase from his faction glaring at him.

Basketcase calmly walked up and activated the safety on the rifle. "What in Hell's name happened here?" PyroDesu quickly ejected the recorder form his LRVP and gave it to Basketcase, who put it in his own vision plate and watched the recording of the battle. "I see," he said,"so what are you doing now?" "Examining the bodies, collecting valuables to be sent on to relatives, you know, the usual." "I see," he said again,"So what is with the general sneaking behavior?"

[PyroDesu]

PyroDesu stood in a tree not far from the field, observing the days events through his specially modified long-range vision plate in his helmet. when the fighting was over he sat down and a MRE out of his rift backpack....trail mix. He was glad he finally got to choose his own rations (curse you, mother! :oops: ). After he finished, he put his LRVP back on and looked out at the battlefield, seeing some things that caught his eye, he headed out, his Mk1 Lava Rifle at the ready, ammo full. When he got there, he started stripping the dead purists and cyborgs of anything of worth, thinking of his useful contact at the Taulin City black market. There was a lot of money to be made here. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, and he whirled around, the finger on the trigger getting itchy, to see Basketcase from his faction glaring at him.

Basketcase calmly walked up and activated the safety on the rifle. "What in Hell's name happened here?" PyroDesu quickly ejected the recorder form his LRVP and gave it to Basketcase, who put it in his own vision plate and watched the recording of the battle. "I see," he said,"so what are you doing now?" "Examining the bodies, collecting valuables to be sent on to relatives, you know, the usual." "I see," he said again,"So what is with the general sneaking behavior?"

"Ok, I won't lie to you. I was checking for anything good enough to keep or sell. Happy?" "Not really." " I was planning to sell this stuff to a guy I know who will redistribute it on sigma to the needy. Honest." "Continue, then. In fact, I will call everybody I can to help. Such a waste to leave it to rot." So Basketcase put out a general faction call on his commlink, and several other came and they all started on the bodies, stripping them in an unceremoniousness fashion. After they finished, they put all the bodies in a mass grave.

[acidic]

A neutrino emission emitted from the battleship's deflector array has caused synaptic degradation in Sonneillon's brain. He falls. Asleep on the plains. The winds cover his body with blown dust and debris. A year passes...

Walking along, laughing at the fallen robot toys fallen at her feet, acidic notices a fowl smell. Quickly, acidic calls along her greenie lackie dylune to search for the source of this foul smell. As he digs a glow begins to emerge. Soon the after, acidic's pet uncovers a purist of old shrouded in shield of immense power. Knowing that the metal strength of this purist adept must be great acidic pulls a 5.25" floppy disc from the pre war days from her pack and slings it through the shield (her advanced knowledege of psi powers knows that only pre war data discs posses the magnetic harmonics to pierce a psi shield with ease).

As the the shield crumbles and the smell dissapate Sonneillon rises to meet acidic.

"For what purpose have you woken me?" he mutters

As only acidic can, she quietly whispers.... "for the PARTAY! Wake up effer, time to rock n' roll!"

[Vladimir00]

Vladimir stands at the helm of a small TIU cruiser in silent contemplation. The fear and excitement of the surrounding crewmen is nearly palpable as they fumble with their sweaty controls, and the muttering of calculations and silent prayers can be heard throughout the ship. Vlad slowly directs his gaze to the starboard window of the cruiser, which is in high orbit over the planet Sigma, and observes the small, distant wreckage of Varion City. He thinks briefly of the chaos and violence he had observed in that town, and wonders if his efforts to rid the city of the Street Lord had paid off in any way. He then smiles to himself as he considers the idea of casually launching a photon torpedo towards the city’s famed Metro Defense System, where members of the Saints faction are no doubt camping for the night.

He had crept halfway toward a nearby and conveniently empty gunnery station when a loud, blaring alarm brought him to his senses. “Commander! Our scanners have picked up the enemy dreadnaught!” one of the crewmen bellowed.

“Cut the engines!” Vladimir shouted back has he sprinted to the helm.

“Engines cut, commander,” the crewman replied. “Better brace yourself,” he added, “we’re almost in range for a visual. The thing should be coming up over the horizon any second, now.

As Vladimir squinted toward the horizon, a large, purple spike began to emerge from the planet. His jaw dropped slightly as more and more of the ship came into view, and he realized that the ship wasn’t really a ship at all… it a was a single, massive shard.

Vlad had dealt with shard before, of course. He had blasted apart everything from tiny workers to massive bastions to psychically gifted Luxers, but never had he encountered anything like this. The shard was heavily armed and was easily twice the size of the TUI Warhammer, the largest TIU battleship currently in service.

One of the crewmembers rose from his seat at the sight and bolted toward the airlock. “Let me outta here!” he shouted in desperation as he banged on the door. “I shouldn’t be here… I have a wife and three kids!” Vlad calmly strode to the airlock and grabbed the man by the collar of his uniform.

“Get a grip, soldier. No one dies on my first mission.”

Vladimir’s words were met with complete silence as every member of the ship's crew ceased his or her duty and stared at Vlad with a look of absolute horror. Apparently, no one had told the crew that this was Vlad’s first mission… it was also evident that no one had told Vlad that the majority of his crew members were not traditional TIU recruits, but were, in fact, part of a special recruitment program designed to reach out to those suffering from various mental health afflictions. This group in particular suffered from a severe anxiety disorder.

By the time Vlad had realized his fatal mistake; it was far too late. The crew had already risen from their seats and were running up and down the corridors, screaming hysterically. One of the men bumped a nearby control, and Vlad was thrown off his feet as the engines of the ship roared, catapulting the vessel straight toward the massive shard.

The shard, which had detected the ship immediately after the engines came back online, began blasting at the cruiser with everything it had. Time seemed to slow down as Vlad watched a laser rip through the cockpit of the ship, taking out the main navigator before flying through Vlad’s inner thigh…

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“AUUGHHHH!” Vladimir screamed in pain as he woke from his dream, tumbled out of his chair and slammed his head against the cold steel floor.

“Aw, didn’t see your coffee there, mate.” The large cheerful man standing over Vlad said apologetically. “Same dream?” he added as he took a seat by the gunnery console next to Vlad’s.

“Ughh… yeah, Blondo. Same ending, too… Why do I have to keep dying?” Vlad groaned as he slowly attempted to rise from the floor.

“Maybe your subconscious is trying to send you a message.” Blondo said thoughtfully.

“Or maybe it's because you keep spilling things on me,” Vlad hissed. “Besides, you know I’m more qualified than these baboons in command. I’ve seen more action than any of them!”

Blondo merely shrugged and fiddled with his targeting coordinates, giving the same response he always gave: “Well, let’s just hope the enemy doesn’t think to arm themselves with scalding cups of coffee.”

Vlad had raised his fist and was prepared to break Blondo's jaw when the entire ship shook as if it had been stuck by a Rosarakan-sized asteroid. “What the hell was that?” Vlad and Blondo shouted simultaneously. Immediately, they left their seats and rushed toward the bridge….

[acidic]

Acidic's Brinkmanship skill activates.

As Razethem turns to leave the field of battle acidic notices a rake on the ground. Quick to action acidicsteps firmly on the forks of the rake causing the handle to propel upwards with incredible speed. The handle snaps as it crushes Razethem undersized underdeveloped clone propagators. As if in anticipation acidic holds steady on the rake with the snapped handle pointing upwards. With glee acidic watches as Razethem cringes and crumbles backwards unaware of the 2 foot sharpened post which would soon find a final home straightening Razethem's intestines (the uncomfortable way).

With Razethem forgotten, acidic turns to see that many wise others rise from the field as their Brinkmanship activates.

Game On