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Post by Chirugal on Mar 10, 2005 21:13:19 GMT
Anyone up for this? I'm rushing offline right now this minute so I don't have time to start off, but feel free to start if you get here before I do... I'm just not making any sense here, am I? ;D
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Post by Kayne on Mar 12, 2005 2:23:59 GMT
Lightning arced across the sky, a brilliant flash that silhouetted the broad form of the ‘thopter against the roiling storm clouds, black wings outstretched like those of an avenging angel. The wings beat once, twice, the machine heeling around at the pilot’s command, the beam of an IR lamp at the base of a pile of rubble flashing bright through the filtered cockpit windows. The wings folded and the ‘thopter descended towards the ground, plummeting until the last minute, when the wings flared wide and the drives screamed to bring the craft into a low hover. A group of figures on the ground clustered around the lamp-bearer, hands nervously clutching weapons, glowing eyes of red, blue and green searching the shadows cast by the piles of refuse around them. A hatch opened in the belly of the ‘thopter, a rope spilling out. A dark figure zip-lined down, gun drawn, landing with a thud, boots kicking up a small cloud of ash. The figure looked around, wary of an ambush, before waving up at the hunch. A sling descended, a small frail shape held within it.
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Mad Max
Tert Player
BLAM, STOP!! BLAM, BLAM. OR I'LL SHOOT
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Post by Mad Max on Mar 16, 2005 0:00:57 GMT
The package gingerly touched ground, as though the pilot was concerned about damaging the contents held within it. The monomer sling dissolved in a moment with the catalyst stick the dark figure held as the the three others checked the vitals of the small child revealed within. A small red light source was produced and iris response was confirmed by the tallest of the three. Nods are exchanged not a word is spoken. Lightning pealed across the deserted urban wasteland as the exchange was made. In moments the dark figure reattaches the zip line and disapears into the belly of the the 'thopter just as quickly as she arrived, its wings glittering in the reflected lightning as it moves off into the cantankerous night. Leaving the well armed three, with the unconscious form of an eight year old boy.
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