TheSoviet

"And this," Gunner Agent Miich grumbled, throwing himself backwards to avoid a blast from an Oranbegan, "Was why I told Neutron Agent Rulaag that the Scorpions should have scouted Alpha Centauri a bit further."

"Do not question Rulaag. You realize the riches we earn in this work?" Plague Agent Drechi growled as he grabbed an incoming oranbegan magi by the head and quite literally bit his face off.

"Yes, but Drechi --" Miich paused to lay all hell down before him with a full auto blast of his Osh'kan Slugthrower. "This combat does not entertain me in the least!"

A sudden rush of Mages suddenly exploded in a catastrophic nuclear blast, melting the flesh from their bones.

Rulaag stepped forward from the building whose entrance they had been fighting from.

"Currency is the goal, Gunner Miich." He shrugged. "And the Inquisition Caste of the Overmagus Brotherhood certainly knows how to pay."

Their Army of Steel overseer smirked in satisfaction of the trio of Osh'Kan Mercenaries as they cleared out this worthless pocket of Oranbegan resistance out in the French countryside...

((Permission granted by Khell to use all three of these, but they will be sticking together and acting as one 'person'. Also, Osh'kans > you. That is all.))

((EDIT: Decided to make Drechi's powers more Osh'kan. He is now a poison (Bacteria)/* something >_&gt)

"Captive this, [censored]." Bear growled, flipping off the Rebel with his good hand. "I'm here because I chose. And I [censored] hate psykers, but I'm not about to kill myself. I wasn't an inquisitor because I was a [censored], christ." Bear certainly noticed Recluse, the old target of his organization. But he was in no condition to do anything about it now...and he had his reasons to hold fire at all, of course.

Bear lifted up his semi-fixed hand and grasped his bow lightly. Satisfied that he was tough enough to hold it despite the pain, he nocked an arrow and walked along with them, ready for any of his former brothers to try and stop William Bear.

Wyvern was reborn.

"The dark ones are always weak to fire..." Bear snorted as he brought up a grenade arrow. The sheer force of the firing would vent the explosion, and if he timed it right, it would release directly into the Consumed's face...

---

"Noob." Was all Alpha said as he both ducked the boxing and brought the rifle-butt backwards into the Consumed's stomach with great force.

The Malta Commander stepped forward. "This is Thunder Orion 3-6-1. We're here to secure the area. Identify yourself."

((Oh yeah >_&gt)

"Aiite man, you got the stuff?"

"Yeah, man, but let's talk pr-thump.

Bear smirked.

No rest for the weary...

((The fourth wall! IT IS BROKE'D!))

"Buddabuddabuddabudda..." Alpha calmly hummed to himself as he changed the barrels of his rifle, popped out a tripod, and set down more full-auto fire at an even more insane rate.

Bear picked around his quiver for just the right arrow ---

Ahah!

A tar-canister holding arrow flew towards the Consumeds, followed closely by a fire arrow...

A pack of Tro'Boyz, led by Snikker and Prikker, slammed open the door to the family's dining room.

"Tankful fur SOOPRDYN! Pass da burdee."

"Hoowah!"

---

Back on Peregine island, the group thanksgiving was underway, and Curtis was praying.

"Oh Lawd, please 'elp us in th' days ter come, wedder we's killin' people or bustin' up supers, keep us'ns all safe 'n jail-free. Amen."

All throughout the hall, there was a resonating "Amen!" (and one call of "Headshot!") and they set to eating.

---

"Hahah, punch him in the face again, comrade! It amuses me so."

"Thanksgiving?! You of the Longbow were alseep at your post for this worthless captialist waste of time?"

The two Ramiers cackled cruelly as their interrogation of the Longbow continued, blissfully unobservant of the holiday.

"Perhaps -" Cold War Ramier began, getting out a baseball bat and tossing it between his hands, "We should eat one of the capitalist birds?"

"Mayhaps from one of their family's tables!"

"Bahahah!"

Bear winced as dead skin was picked off of his face, turning one eye to Rosalind neutrally, and then furrowing his brow with dislike at Cortianna.

He shrugged slowly. "Whatever you have to do. But it's pointless. I'd be KOS if I went back now."

With that, he turned his gaze to his bloodied hand, and waited for his treatment to finish.

Bear didn't even look at Rosalind when he responded.

"There are some things in life that you just know you have to do."

"That was one of them."

"DUDE! It's that dude! 'Kay." Alpha didn't seem to have anything more to say than that before throwing himself prone and loosing a fearsome barrage of automatic fire.

This had a bad effect, in retrospect, as at that very start of the weapon's unloading, Bear was bringing a powerful arrow to his string, and was only murmuring quietly the warning he gave as a gratuity:

"Close your eyes."

And he let the Flashbang arrow fly.

...Doomsday? Quicker than I'm already bringing it?

Don't kid yourself, Experiment :P

And welcome to da tree spirit. I'm the complimentary insane guy/Orcish-speaker.

I can see why Reikoff was taken out, hahah.

*Emry begins to lower gun*

*.05 seconds pass*

*Full auto spray into Emry's back*

"Psychokinetic [censored]." Bear snarled angrily at Cortianna.

"Oh, and you can fix me up too, you know. I'm only the archer with one [censored] hand and half of a face."

"What the [censored]! [censored] YOU COMMANDER NICHOLS! ONE assassination job, holy [censored]!"

"Woot! More ownage to come folks! Stand by for stereotype..."

Alpha and Bear were clearly viewing this differently.

((>_&gt)

Bear couldn't wait any longer. They'd have to disinfect the wound off-site.

And his backup would be arriving soon....

He growled viciously, rolling the dog woman over with little care for her comfort and making sure the arrow was completely out of her. Once this was done, he set to work, one-handedly, with his suture kit, sowing the gaping wounds closed. He pressed firmly down with his makeshift bandages and sealed the wound.

"She isn't going to live long if she doesn't get to a hospital NOW! Haul your sorry [censored]!"

And he took to his feet, staggering from blood loss, and waited...

"BLAP! BLAP! CAP YO [censored]! YEEEEAAAAHHHH!!" Alpha yelled, blasting shotgun shells into zombie's faces like it was going out of style.

Bear seemed to have read a file on everyone present, and had already decided that he hated every one of them. But for now, he had bigger problems.

And so, he drew an ungodly cluster of arrows, and fired them skyward, following up with fistfull after fistfull, until the sky itself was black with the projectiles.

And then they started to land...

Two more figures exploded from teleport at the drop-off point.

Both of them fired as soon as they landed, a bullet and an arrow sailing through the air, respectively.

"F--" Bear growled, "Sh--" Alpha cursed.

They brought their weapons up and stared each other down.

"I don't play games, Maltan. Why did you bring me here?" Bear snarled furiously.

"ME?" Alpha shot back with a snort, "What the hell! If this was a trap, you'd be dead by now!!"

The two continued staring.

"Well. It looks like neither of us are to blame."

"Guess so."

"Lead the way."

"...."

"Get to it or I spatter you all over the pavement."

"....[censored] grenade arrows..."

They wheeled around, to see all the others.

And zombies.

"Well."

Bear nocked an arrow. "Guess we should kill the classic stereotypes..."

And he let it fly, as Alpha held down the trigger into the zombies.

((Hahah! Keep it up!!))

((*ON- PEREGINE*Alpha: I sense a disturbance in the...

Reikoff: *Backhand*))

Bear winced in pain as the wind caught the nubs of his fingers and the gaping wounds in his face. He stared down the sight for the finishing blow....

And finally saw her.

"F..or christ's..."

"..."

"Hat...e...moral...dillem...nrggh..."

---

After what felt like hours of pain, but what was actually only a few more seconds, Bear slowly got to his knees, and then stood.

Oh, would he catch hell for this.

He shambled down towards the downed Rosalind, eyeing Cortianna with his permanent gaze of mistrust and dislike, but this time, it was only through his right eye.

He fell to his knees in front of the downed commander.

"G...Get..."

"...Ant..ibiotics..."

And he painfully tore off a small piece of what was unbloodied on his own clothing, and waited for the trooper to give him something to stop it from getting infected.

Rosalind may have thought her pursuers gone....

But there was one more.

---

"Th...This is...Bear...I'm...hit..bad...I...ngh..." Inquisition Trooper William Bear groaned into his communictor.

"M...mage ambush...Took 'em down...I...lost...my...f...fingers...And...m...my. ..eye..."

It was true.

Most of the top of his left hand was gone.

Along with the left side of his face.

"T--target sighted. Need extraction...Upon assassination."

He grit his teeth, bringing his powerful bow to rest against the flat of his palm. He was prone already, so now the only matter was aiming.

He stared down his Bow's sight at Rosalind. A powerful tip was fit - An armor-piercing model. He aimed right for her heart, pulling back the string with his good hand and an accompanying groan.

And he let go.

((Gotta make things fair ))

((*Looks at the forty-seven pages*))

((*Head explodes*))

((*Peeks in, looks around, has no idea what the hell he's gonna do or what's going on*))

Hooowargh!!!

Soviet is always down as story fodder...err...filler

Also,
[ QUOTE ]
If we see a mushroom cloud goin' up all the way from the Rogue Isles, we'll know whose fault it is."

"Alpha's." Essex said indignantly

[/ QUOTE ]

LOL

I've come up with a new theme song for my #1 crew:

Malta Group - Sympathy for the Devil.

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politics
Or Ill lay your soul to waste.

Oh man, you know I'm always up for some HEADSHOT! Now lemme level some characters...