thedeletedone
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(You did miss Redline's plasma rocket. Sorry.)
Xiao struggled to keep the man down in his place as she healed his wounds. "Quit your squirming you idiot!" She hissed at him, which surprisingly enough worked as she stopped moving thus letting her finish off the healing process. While she couldn't bring back the lost blood she did managed to close the wounds and repair the internal damages.
"I dont know where we are exactly...but for one i certainly know you are not dead...i made sure of that." Xiao said as she wiped away the sweat from her forehead that this intense concentration she needed to heal had caused. Finally letting go of Him she stood up and stomped on the ground as she forced a square slab of concrete to separate from the rest of the floor and with a swing of her arm the slab slanted upright, making the man in his armor to stand up.
@Bobby the Prussian
Corrin watched in silent amazement. This metal dragon was most certainly useful. Did the man build it himself? Corrin would ask have to ask Cal sometime. Right now she was tired, hungry, and hurting.
The beautiful maiden sighed a bit and knelt down near the newly formed fire to warm herself.
Hector stood as the man deployed his mysterious technology and watched them fly off towards different positions. The idea that he was encountering technology not from his world was stunning to say the least. "So Cal. You seem to know what you were doing back there, but care to explain what your flying machine is? It is nothing compared to what we have back home." Hector exclaimed with a scratch of his head as he then turned towards Corrin. "So you have this Dragonstone thing that let's you transform? Then you're not like the dragons I have back home, or had. Not like the dragons from our dark history..."The small drone folded the plasma thrower back onto itself, did a drone's equivalent of a curtsy be doing a mid-air flip, and re-attached itself to Cal's back.
"You know, this guy back in my universe - he's long dead - he said something before, about how hyper-advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Only now I realized that it could actually work both ways." Cal sat down on a nearby... destroyed thing, and removed his helmet. "ALFRED, enter passive mode. Deploy perimeter guards."
The three drones flew off in different directions.
(I'm bad at keeping track it seems, so I'll just hope I didn't miss anything.)
The massive iceburg crushed the damned machine, as shards of ice came flying all around the area. Soap was in cover when that happened, and BJ quickly ducked into the stairway hall when the shards came his and HK's way. What remained once the air had cleared were Nazi's trying to figure out what the hell happened. Not wasting another second, Soap fired back on the disorganized soldiers, while BJ ran towards them. Pulling out a hatchet hanging off the belt of his pants, he struck one in the throat and fired his rifle at the rest.
Redline's sudden rocket out of nowhere helped add to that chaos, as the German vehicles exploded around the soldiers. What once seemed like certain death was now a chance to fight back and perhaps even make it out of this insanity alive..... Hopefully. At least for the ones outside the building, the ones inside might die.
Mundi spun in place for a moment to make sure it was out of view. Rubble littered the landscape and left it lousy with viewing angles. Good for nearby meetings. Light popped up as it turned some of its system lighting and lidar ground mapping back on to whirl about in place still at speed. IFF deep analysis tools indicated strong consistency with UNSC hardware. There was a marine! Its current environmental count of allies became zero nearly several million milliseconds ago after total sensory error. Now the total was one! Joy!
The voice used the minimum volume required to be heard at current distance and had a hollow aural quality common to directionally shaped projections. Cheer filled its voice like some engineer dropped a sack of sugar in it somewhere for safe keeping then forgot. The bouncing tone came while waving its hands, "A Marine! The t☺tal ☺f accessible allies had never been zer☺ bef☺re! ONI Clandestine Field Infrastructure AI, Mundi rep☺rting! Are we behind enemy lines? 'By any means' pr☺t☺c☺ls are authorized when allies are zer☺ behind enemy lines! I can't alert ONI c☺mmand with☺ut [DATA REDACTED]!"
A single use data chit fired at the notion of the protocol enacted with a dry male voice, "Infantry Recognized. UNSC Clearance Escalation Authorized. OSI: kilo lima one nine zero mike"
The active suspension made no road noise but neither had wheels the glow of antigrav. Rather than fly across the ground like a grav hover the active suspension more dodged and poured around obstacles on its way toward the Ghost.
@Raynar Saassin