TheSoviet

"GET OUT OF THE BUILDING!" Came a roar from up the stairs, and one of Vasquez' personal troopers came stomping down, his gun still smoking and a panicked look on his face.

((GAH!))

Marcus roared in pain as one of the spines stuck right into his left shoulder, rendering that arm useless.

He struggled to fire a pistol at Schizo's exposed brain.

The security officer fired one more blast from the cryo-cannon, freezing one of the enemies mid flight and sending him crashing down all the dozens of stories to shatter on impact with the street.

"Oh [censored]!" Vasquez screamed as he attempted to pull Jack back with a teleporter device.

"SIR! SIR!" One of the mercenaries screamed, running down the hallway and looking for Tharomar.

The Trolls peeked out of the dumpster, eyeing the PPD.

It looked like they'd be there a while...

((Ah. I believe I misunderstood. Disregard my concern.))

((Um...))

((...))

((Well, first off, where are they?))

Sapper: Lawl.

((The van would be waaaay too down low for him to have a direct LOS to the Cryo Cannon trooper.))

The Cryo trooper grunted and grimace as his armor was scarred, but a timely bio-feed release from the Medic saved him. He whipped around, hosing the troops in the hall with the cannon as Vasquez and his team went into CQC.

With a crackle and a pop, Jack was next to Vasquez, who was yelling at the trooper with the Cryo Cannon.


Time seemed to slow as the Medic dove on Tharomar, getting him out of the line of fire, and the Cryo Cannon discharged, chilling the entire area.

It was nearly like watching a sap beam.

It slammed into the first commando with such a force that even though it froze on impact, it sent him slamming into the trooper behind him. The entire front side of the commando was encased in solid ice - Far thicker than what should have been. But that didn't matter - These commandos had to die.

So they fired again...

"GO! GO! GO!" Vasquez nearly screamed, suddenly on his feet. He smashed his "Team Recall" teleport, which brought him and several mercenaries right outside of Tharomar's office. A Medic rushed in to aid him as the Troops split off to rush down either hallway.

One carried the Cryo Cannon...

The Trolls smashed into a collapsing building.

"GAH!" One exclaimed, and they quickly dropped their homemade bomb and high-tailed it around and to the front, where they instantly saw the PPD.

"GAH!!" Another yelled, and the Trolls all dove into a dumpster, looking out nervously.

The bomb blew in the back door, weakening the building further.

((Trolls in a dumpster...AHH HERO! ...AHHH AOE!!))

((Statesman: Hi, I'm Statesman. I'm here to tell you about the evils of "Dumpster Diving...."))

Vasquez tapped his foot lightly, his fellow guards walking lazily in their patrol pattern.

Tharomar, 'bout that new Cryo Cannon...You really think it's safe to use on your standard rioter?" He radioed in quietly to the Chief's private reciever.

"GAAAH!!" The Caliban screamed, rock armor forming protectively around his face as he was pulled out of the hole.

The Hellions thought they could barely hear a call of "Kerboom id!" Before, of all things, the door was riddled with spines before a giant boulder sent it crashing inward. If it worked, the Hellions would be utterly skewered.

"Guh!" "Gah!" The Trolls grunted as they waddled into the living room.

Marcus began 'smoking' a bubble pipe, and the Maltan group made their way out as well.

The Maltans I had planned from the start - Standard paramilitary goons, basically. Same with Prikker - Slept in a Crey's Folly Greenhouse. I couldn't decide what to do with Snikker, but I eventually decided the Council did experiments on him.

"Skahun skahhedded skahhedz."

"Lat blah'd skahhedz dub tymz."

"Dem ghaashbluuds iz dubbul skahheds!"

"Yub."

"Ryt den - CHARJ!!"

THUD.

"UNF!!"

The Trolls were mad.

The Hellions had been getting all the news lately, and they were just punks! They weren't even real 'gangsters,' more like angry satanists with guns. And so, the Trollboyz were currently attempting to break into another nondescript Hellion warehouse in the classic way - By ramming the back door with a Caliban.

THUD.

"UNF!!"

((Oopsie...))

((Isn't that the bullet I fired?))

The guard grinned.

"We're looking at about negatve fifty degrees, celcius, mix of Nitro-G and another that you'll have to talk to the designer about, pressurized ammo, you can hold this baby for three tanks worth on one battery...And the others, yer gonna have t' ask a techie. Now I got work ta get back to - You got any more details to know 'bout how this thing actually SHOOTS, or just mumbo-jumbo for the labcoat squad?"

Vasquez accepted it firmly, and whistled an ear-piercing whistle.

"Yea?" One of the Mercs ran over, an Asian man, thirty or so. Grizzled.

"Take 'em to the new stuff."

"Ah, yea." The trooper acknowledged, beckoning them over to the stairwell.

After a long walk down, the Trooper suddenly stopped and rapped on the wall three times. The stones cracked open, only to reveal another of Vasquez's guard, who nodded in approval. They were led through a small lab to a weapon on a display case: The Tharomar Enterprises Cryo Cannon.

"An' there ya have it." One of the Mercenaries said, patting it lightly. "Fires like a dream. Feels a bit like holding a water hose on full blast, just point 'n shoot. Ammo is fed through this slot, and comes in a liquid form....This would be perfect crowd control, as the ice melts quickly, but it's enough to incapacitate any hostile."

The soldier explained a few more details before asking, "Any questions?"

"Mmk." Marcus agreed, taking a sip of juice before telling Reikoff about it over their Play-Time two-way radios.

"Eww!" Marcus stuck his tongue out at the idea, having been listening the entire time.

"Nuh-uh, I think us should go ambush dem ad da date!"

The casing itself had a small "M" stamped on it. It would take some guesswork, but it would eventually be recognized as the "Maltan Arms" symbol. MA was, of course, the maker of all Maltan bullets, including the three present.

"GAH!" The TacOps yelled, suprised at the men.

He dove back out of the doorway and into the bushes once again.

"Oops..."

"I keep forgetting I'm not on Battle Planet any more..."

Curtis looked around. "Uh, where'd we get to?"

He and the TacOps were lost.

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"Ok...Deep breath..." The TacOps in the bush sighed, clutching his rifle tightly.

He dove out and charged in.

"RAWR!" He yelled, holding his rifle ready to fire.