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"Ah. My apologies for disturbing you with such things as knowing your name." The Alien said without a hint of sarcasm. Apparantly, he knew plenty about Diov's men, if only his Lords.

"I am Rulaag, Viper Corps Mercenary Commander."

Reikoff muttered silently and aimed again. The two human-like creatures seemed to be seeking cover, but the last one was on his back.

It would be like shooting fish in a barrel.

Reikoff squeezed the trigger and fired.

Rassen...frassen...

I'm a purist, what can I say.

Yeah, your logic is good. This doesn't change the fact that pistols are SHORT for a REASON, and that they would be FAR less accurate than a Sniper Rifle no matter what. It's not so much that you couldn't theoretically have one (Despite the fact that once it had been modified to accurately fire to the level we're talking, it would practically be a small rifle,) it would just be so impractical, and yet still inaccurate compared to a Rifle, that it just wouldn't be worth it.

And about laser sights: Sights on target do not a headshot make. Pistols are innacurate due to the fact that:

Most shots do not have the energy to travel accurately more than 50 meters, and

Less barrel is less shot control.

So like I said, even if you're a sharpshooting GOD, there are limitations to pistols that cannot be overcome with scopes and sights.

And please don't feed me the "Metahuman abilities let me shoot a fifty caliber twenty times into a dime at fifty feet" line, because if we want to turn this into a fight about heroes I'll stay out of it. Guns? Guns I'll argue about all day.

Bear grabbed the card and chocolate, and, after administering everyone in the vicinity the birdie, hit his jetpack, shooting skyward and off in the direction of one of the Pocket D entrances.

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"Ah. Ozell." A coarse and reptilian voice murmured.

"Poe." It added after a moment.

Emerging from a cloud of haze came Rulaag, the skull-face of a Skull still in his hands.

"A fancy meeting you both here. I have come to...relax...as the criminals in my current patrol area began to slowly disperse after the third one was deemed cancerous."

The Alien dropped the mask on the ground and cracked his knuckles.

"What brings you to this establishment today, hm?"

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Reikoff put down his Sniper Rifle.

"Division Sixteen, this is Dune Fort. I've lost the Wyvern but found three more targets....engaging now." He muttered over his radio, waiting for the staticky "Affirmative" before pocketing the radio again and resuming staring through the scope.

"Got you now, metahumans..." The commander hissed.

With a bang, a .50 Caliber Armor Piercing Sniper Round was headed for Balsk's chest.

"Get out of my business, [censored]." Bear spat, "You wouldn't know. And you happen to be threatening a Wyvern, which is a bad idea, ESPECIALLY THREATENING ME."

The Archer seriously looked like he was going to blow Balsk away if he didn't drop it.

"See if I give a damn, you idiot. Drop the [censored] letter." Bear snarled at Balsk, completely ignoring Allen. "Hopeless situation? You don't know hopeless. Hopeless is what will happen if you don't drop it. You'll have to prove to me you work here, otherwise I'm considering you to be committing a federal offense."

Also, a quick question to my fellow pistoleers:

How are you incorporating a snipe? <_< Pistols are, after all, close quarters only weapons...

For the love of all that is holy, I have found Curtis' themesong.

Bad Company, by Bad Company. 100%

Bear stared a gaze into Balsk's back that could, quite honestly, cause any normal human being to [censored] himself.

"Drop it." He commanded in a voice that Lord Recluse would be a bit uncomfortable with.

"Or you are going to be a splatter on the wall."

To prove exactly how far his willingness went, he fitted a grenade arrow to his bow.

"I don't know where you're from, freak, but where I come from, doing that gets you very, very dead, very very fast."

Bear shot through the skies, his bowstring still stretched to the breaking point with a sniper-tipped arrow.

"This is Bear! I've got the target!"

He let the arrow fly. Not even looking to see if it landed and barely waiting for the scream, he shot off in another direction.

"He's all yours now!"

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The Wyvern Lieutenant set down lightly, still in full Raptor combat armor, (Think Sting armor but silver and red) in front of the Soul Police's building. He glanced from side to side nervously, trying not to wait around in the open any more than he had to...

((Mmm...H&K. That's love enough for me!!))

Reikoff artfully flipped the pistol, (A Colt .45, one of his personal favorites,) around and around his hands before stuffing it into his pocket in a completely overdone display. Completely ignoring Salia, who he had been briefed on by Rulaag. (Reikoff had contacts beyond mere humans.) He looked down at the card Hal had dropped.

"That's it?" He smirked.

The base teleporter blazed with energy, and out stepped a Gunslinger everyone instantly recognized -

Curtis, his body armor (and .357s) still smoking from taking and returning fire, respectively.

"Straight fr'm Fort Knox." He grinned a very Curtis grin, dropping a giant brick of solid gold on top of Hal's card, with a card twice as big and stuffed with money.

"Ah reckon ah likes them slush funds yew transfer'd ter th' new Outdoin' Hal Division we done 'stablished."

"I try, Cowboy, I try. Well if you kiddies would excuse us, it is after all Valentines day -"

"An' I gots a woman ter get back ter!"

"- And I have heroes to catch off guard. Have a happy Valentines day." He added with a deep sarcastic tone.

"Let's get out of here, cowboy."

As the two stepped into the teleporter, Reikoff pointed at Hal and then Experiment.

"Mess with the gift and you die." He sternly ordered them, and then they were both gone, the only evidence remaining of them being a still smoking bullethead that had fallen from Curtis' body armor.

"Hm, what's wrong, Ess?" The Commander asked caringly as he pointed a pistol at the entering Hallucinogen.

"Want me to take care of some of your work?" He asked in the same sweet voice, a laser dot appearing on Hal's head.

Commander Samuel Reikoff, Non-HAMMR equipped version.
Malta Operatives
Soviet's guy wheee!

Primary: Reikoff's Arsenal
Burst:
You fire a burst from your AR-15, AK-47, M-16, M-14, Uzi, MP-5, or whatever you're carrying at the time, lowering your target's defense.

Heavy Burst:
You fire a long burst from one of your multitudes of weapons, riddling your target with shots and lowering his defense.

Spray Lead:
You fire a wide, long burst at all the targets in a cone in front of you, lowering their defense.

Cryo Grenade
You launch/throw a Cryo Grenade from the grenade attachment of your weapon/hand, freezing your target and causing cold damage in an area.

White Phoshpos
You launch/throw a White Phosphorous grenade at a target, causing heavy fire damage in an area.

Frag
You launch/throw a Frag Grenade at a target, causing smashing/lethal damage in an area.

Full Auto
You unleash a full auto on your target, yadda yadda, reduces defense.

Secondary: Backup Pistol

Pistol shot:
You fire a shot from your sidearm. Minor lethal damage.

Yep. That's it.

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Gunslinger Curtis
Malta Operatives
Player Character

Go to paragonwiki.com. Look up the Gunslinger Boss.

Add:

Pistol shot:
You fire a shot from your .357 Magnum. Moderate lethal damage.

End.

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Marcus Marcone
The Family
Player Character

Grav/Psy Dominator, with one catch -

Buckshot:
You fire a cone of buckshot from your Shotgun. Lethal damage in a wide spray, knockback. Marcus' Buckshot has a fairly fast recharge, as he uses a Semi-automatic SPAS-12.

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Omaro Vasquez
The Angels of Death
Soviet's Mercenary

Primary: Assault Rifle
Secondary: Grenadier. Grenadier is essentially a reskin of Trick Arrow as a stockpile of grenades which he can throw and fire, with one exception:

Oil Slick Arrow has become White Phospho grenade, which is the same as Reikoff's.

Vasquez' APP is Munitions Mastery, minus the Cryo Freeze Ray.

The Medic shook his head. "Okay, boss, for the hundredth time. Humans have this thing called 'love..."

The Ghost Operative standing nearby laughed. Drechi shook his head in frustration.

This explanation was going to take a while.

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"Hey, babe, what're you doin' later?"

"I'M MARRIED!"

"....Okay?"

Vasquez quickly threw up his arms to deflect the dozenth blast of pepper spray he'd gotten that day. It'd all be worth it though.

...Right?

Nonetheless, the rest of Drechi's crew found it rib-shakingly funny, and Vasquez didn't seem to be getting tired.

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The Wing Talon Agent touched down in front of the Soul Police Chapters' base, holding a box of chocolates with a note from Lieutenant Bear. He still remembered his orders.

"Drop these off at this location," He had been told, "And if you read that letter, I will cut you open and feed your insides to Warwolves."

The Wyvern soldier sighed, being cursed with, quite possibly, the meanest man alive as a CO. Dropping the box and the letter into the mail slot, he hit his jetpack and got the hell out of there.

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"Hey, baby, be mine." An Outcast cooed at a passing woman, mere seconds before being pulled into the bushes behind him.

The resulting nuclear explosion wiped the bush clump from the face of the earth.

Rulaag stepped out and grinned at the scared woman.

"Err. I apologize for being zealous." He chuckled softly, "But, ah, no rest for the weary, yes?"

The dumbfounded woman watched the alien superjump off.

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Alpha growled. No, literally.

Being a Warwolf didn't really help with trying to get a date. Curtis had no such problem, however, and a "Reg'lar hot mamma" As he affectionately described her was soon walking down the street with him.

This was only a testament to his charm, as he had forgotten to toss the empty bottle of whiskey he had been holding the entire time.

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"Oh, you poor, poor, wretched little thing." Reikoff frowned in mock sadness. "I'm so sorry I ambushed you and took you hostage, but look on the bright side..."

"Now you'll be serving a much more important purpose than whatever you already were."

"I'm a doctor!"

"Oh. Well, then."

"...Too bad." Reikoff shrugged. "Now, I've got an appointment, so you just enjoy our procedure, doc."

Reikoff activated his teleporter to the RFP base humming in delight at the screams of pain he heard.

((Think that's everyone, lol.))

And, of course, said evil mentor must A. Monologue and B. Go through thirty-freaking-thousand different incarnations, ranging from 'him' to 'giant demon type object'

Vasquez took flamethrower blasts quite poorly, seeing as how he was human. Realizing that another go might crisp more than just his skin, the Mercenary responded with a classic fire-defeating weapon.

A pack of Cryogenic Grenades exploded suddenly and with force, N2 gas flash freezing everything that got near the Merc.

((They're basically poison gas traps in grenade form, and they spread relatively quickly.))

Vasquez sprinted away from the Jetbot's flamer, reaching back a hand and pulling a cord on his backpack --

Which turned out to be fake! As retractable wings shot from his Jetpack, Vasquez took flight, just out of reach of the flames, and threw down a frag grenade at the bot.

((Ironically, the Sky Raiders themselves provided jetpacks for Drechi and all of his men.))

((H'ok, Vasquez is still firing slugs at the Skiff then.))

Vasquez looked around him as the arena exploded. He smirked.

The Mercenary clicked four grenades off of his belt and held them up for the crowd to see, shaking them in his hands and getting more applause.

The commando then, in a smooth motion, dropped all four of his Toxic Grenades onto the ground next to him and pulled down a military-grade gas mask over his face. As the noxious gasses exploded around the area, the Merc began to fire single slugs at the Sky Skiff, not really caring that Rags was inside of it at the time.

((Lol, ambush entry.))

A cloaked and covered figure entered the reception room. He didn't even stop to talk to the receptionist, instead flipping a single card out of his cloak at her.

On it was an ornate V, burned into the card with a match.

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"And now, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" The announcer's voice rattled ribcages.

Hip Hop suddenly began to boom from the speakers, quaking the entire arena.

"I GIVE YOU..."

Out of one of the entrances walked the cloaked man. He moved in step to the music, his cloak swaying with every confident step.

"THE ONE..."

A hand emerged and held on to his cloak, waiting for the perfect moment.

"THE ONLY...."

"OMAROOOOOOOO VAAAAASSSQQQUUEEEEEZZZZZ!!!"

At a perfect high-point in the song, he tore the cloak off, revealing a fully armed and armored Mercenary Elite - Omaro Vasquez. He raised his Heavy Assault Multi Munition Rifle with one hand and fired a huge burst into the ceiling, drawing thundering and explosive applause as the stereo slammed out his song.

Vasquez had fought here before.

((Assault Rifle/grenadier (Several grenade types) Corruptor. He's Drechi's commando, though, so he may have one or two poison grenades handy.))

Ramier entered the team Tundra room without having said a word. A small droid jumped from his belt and hovered around the room, checking for any traps. Satisfied with this, Ramier sat idly in his chair and tinkered with a large bomb.

He didn't really care who he worked with....as long as they didn't make him lose.

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"A melee-centric fighter and a ranged attacker. Hnh." Rulaag grunted, stroking his chin. "Leave the melee one to me. I have many ways to take care of them. As far as the ranged one goes, keep her off of me, and we will surely be able to defeat them both."

EPIC WIN ACE. EPIC.

((Gah, what am I supposed to say?))

((I can't do Wednsdays, ever, and I can only sometimes do Sundays >_&lt)