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Terraneos Legacy - Future RP

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"I am not a normal marine!" he shouted back to Anatan, moving little more faster by applying his brute strength.

Suddenly he fel on the floor as he saw the allien mutating, a bit terrified by his tranformation.
 
IC:
"RAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!"
Arcturus sends out a titanic roar making the Marines shivering in fear. "PUNY HUMANS! NOW I WILL END YOUR LIFE!"

OOC:
Sorry if he's kinda Medieval.
 
He fled, following the Staff Sergeant. He grabbed his gun with his left arm and started shooting the allien behind him while still running away. He couldn't kill him now, he could barely slow him down.

OOC
I am going off, see ya ^^. You can rp my char if you want to Nicanor.
 
"YOU CALL THAT ROCKET LAUNCHERS?!" Arcturus said, mocking the marines.
"THIS IS WHAT I CALL A TOY!" Arcturus brandishes two Triple-Barreled Bazookas, already primed and ready to be shot.
 
Tylor Greene sighed, what's with this ruckus? He decided that he wouldn't be bothered to know and lied down staring at nothing
 
OOC: THATS CONSIDERED SMALLER WEAPONS?
IC: Tylor Greene was becoming annoyed...he usually didn't feel much...and being annoyed...well...that was BAD...very BAD for anyone in a 1 Kilometer vicinity of him. He groaned. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU MAKING SO MUCH NOISE!". He was met...with hell.
 
OOC: Will try to. Why do you gang me anyway?

IC: Despite being shoot and wounded (A little), Arcturus still looked like a raging beast, slapping the HumBot with his Tail and fires his Rifle madly.
 
WHAT.THE.HELL was all that registered in the mind that belonged to the one and only Tylor Greene...after registering the fact that he was being attacked by a mostly psychopathic and insane alien he reached for his custom-made pistol. Heh...the thing always came in handy. For once, he wasn't bored. This should be...fun

After seeing a humbot mostly being pushed around, he noticed it sort of looked like a puppet being controlled. He snickered Humbots. Wait...Marionette...Puppet...THATS IT! If we cut off the aliens strings, he won't be able to function...heh...i have an idea...Putting his pistol back, he retreated into the shadows
 
OOC: The post above made much as sense as a flying turtle.
"Eww... tail slime... gross." Jax made the blades again, charged, and cut the half of the alien's tail. " 'Sup bi-atch?! I am here to shine! IMMA FIREIN MY LAZAAAR!"
It's pretty obvious what he did now.
 
OOC: Will try to. Why do you gang me anyway?

OOC: Otherwise it'd be extremely boring for the Marines as they can't do anything then. >_>'

The Marines' numbers had multiplied from 9 to 20 and finally, fifty marines more had arrived from the camp, seeing as their comrades didn't return from the flare! One even ran back to drive his tank on the battlefield, to take out the alien.
 
OOC: STRINGS?! WHERE?!

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Too bad for the Human who wants to cut Arcturus's string. Arcturus' extreme perception caught him and he unleashes a Spine-Chilling Roar at the Would-Be Assassin.

Detecting "MOAR LAZORZ", Arcturus swallows the laser, and shoot it back at the Marines.
 
OOC: Stop ignoring me! XDDD
IC: "Just how many people does it need to take down this shit?" He finally switched to minigun, jumped at a small height and started a rapid-fire at the alien. "Not much ammo, but it'll have to do..."
 
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OOC: STRINGS?! WHERE?!
I was being mysterious...yes...I'm a douche
OOC: The post above made much as sense as a flying turtle.
The sad thing here is that i agree

IC: Oww...that was loud and extremely Rude. Standing on top of (OOC:Err...Something?) he proceeded to yell, "HEY STUPID ALIEN FREAK, WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YELLING AT ME LIKE THAT, WHAT THE HELL DID I EVER DO TO YOU?" Hopefully, he could try and divert the aliens attention for as long as possible, all he could hope was that his allies were competent enough to do something, and that hum-bot would find some ammo...argh...this was starting to get on his nerves...he needed another plan...quickly. The alien had seem him...supernatural powers still seemed unlikely, so he simply concluded that despite its psychopathy, it was intelligent. This should be interesting...a worthy foe...he hadn't had one in a while.
 
OOC: Now, Now, Now. It seems that I need bigger guns.

IC:
Realizing that he is going to be Gangbanged if he don't do anything, Arcturus switches his Rifles with Plasma Lasers. While he proceeds to strike the HumBot on Melee, He pointed his Lasers at the Marines and start firing at them like the Plasma Laser is a Grinding Machine.
 
IC:
Alek came running to the scene. "Sorry I'm late Seregant! Barfight!" He fired three shots from his Flak Pistol against the large alien's head. "GOOD LUCK DODGING THAT, BASTARD!" He took a grenade in his hand and was ready to throw.

OOC:
Thats a crapload of shrapnel!
 
OOC: How Much Bigger Can They Really Get?

IC: This was useless, the alien was smart, and focused...he needed to fight it head-on...the hum-bot wasn't looking too well, spriniting across the battlefield, he unsheated a dagger from his belt and threw it to the back of the Aliens head. Quickly, he appeaed behind the alien with another two daggers in a combat position, whispering something only the alien could hear: "Tell me, Alien, How about we play a game?" He proceeded to land two swift strikes on the alien.
 
Finally, some meleeing! You like KNUCKLE SANDWICHES, SHITFACE?!" Jax empowered his strength as much as he could, and smacked the alien into his face, then continued punching his torso.
Computer: "Creature scan complete."
"No time to check weak spots now!"
 
He chuckled to himself, Nice Shot!, he could defiantly see him and this hum-bot becoming friends, but he had more pressing matters to attend to. "Alien...please stop mutating...It's getting on my nerves...plus...it's rude to ignore my question...Don't you like games? I Offered to play ONE WITH YOU!" Swiftly throwing his equipped daggers to the alien trying to pin it into position and throwing his third and final dagger to the humbot...if all worked out...they could immobilize the alien...hopefully. It's up to you hum-bot
 
''Good you're here!'' he shouted to Alek.
''Damnit! He won't go down!'' he mumbled.
He turned his radio on.
''We got an Anthromorphic Omegalisk here, damnit! I request for an airstrike!'' he shouted in the radio to the airforces.
''Will do. Arriving in ten minutes.'' said a voice.
 
OOC: He's All Spikey! ^^

IC: The Robot was trying to say something...it won't matter for now, he needed to do something...grabbing his pistol he shot 3 perfect shots to the chest (OC: he has to have a chest...-_-) "ALEK! Don't be so reckless!"
 
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