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RP: NSS Alliance [Marine VR Sim] Planet X Marks the Spot

Soreta didn't get any answers to her call...either they were all dead, or they had their hands full.

Then again, so did she. The relatively inexperienced marines had poor aim, but she was still in danger...luckily, she remembered to read the manual, firing the pulse laser array, managing to intercept the shells before the hit and giving her chance to dodge the remainder. Evidently, she was quite good.

And in response, she charged her PPG and 'pushed' the leader at point blank, forcing him back and quite possibly killing him. And she drew her daisho, wicked grin coming onto her face as she charged the next soldier...
 
2:30

Benji fired his thrusters too late, the shot from Istivan cleaving off his right leg from the kneecap down. He growled and then backed up more, moving to dodge the shots fired at him and pausing to return fire. The digger behind them started up and then began tunneling into the south wall fast as possible.

2:00

Benji and his team showered Istivan and Charlie with fire as they all backed up along with the digger. Two minutes left. Would it be enough?

1:30

Benji eventually had bits of his armor torn off by Istivan's fire. He knew he wasn't going to be around much later. "Is it done YET?!" He demanded. "Only a few more feet..." "WELL too bad! It can be repaired..." Benji snapped back. He paused and then faced Istivan and then the timer jumped to 10 seconds

00:09

Benji grinned. "Too bad Istivan... we're both loosers but hey... you did what you could..."

00:05 - Benji reached down into his shirt and drew out a grenade
00:04 - He started priming the grenade...
00:03 - He finished priming the grenade...
00:02 - Benji gave Istivan and slaute and chucked the grenade through the air and watched as it arched through the air.
00:01 - Benji and everyone else hit the floor. The grenade exploded against the celing.
00:01 - The timer on the Digger flashed thrice and then went dead as the celing exploded, sending down huge chunks of rocks to burry the men below. The empty shells on the body of the digger remained in their state as the digger was burried along with everyone esle.
 
The explosives damaged large chunks of the machine, their concussive force confined within the cave system and quickly traveling outward. The armor protected the machine from the worst of the blasts and it remained moving, as did the caves which started to collapse on top of the machine. Being a digger it was designed to withstand such cave-ins...

...however the armor was already weakened from the enemy fire and friendly explosives. With a horrendous screeching sound a large rock fell through one of the machine's legs, tearing it from its socket and pulling off slabs of connected metal from the recently unarmored appendage. Glowing hot liquid spilled from the torn socket as the machine attempted to right itself, only to fall down in the cave it had dug. It drowned in the superheated mass it had consumed previously as it bled out into the cave which had the honor of collapsing and burying the machine.


All VR headsets disengaged.

The dark caves were replaced with the light of the training area in the NSS Alliance. "THAT'S ENOUGH MARINES,â€
 
Istvan took off his hemet, "Ahh viking funerals, I love them.... We win!" He laughed happily, shaking the hands of everyone near him, no matter what team they were on.... then he froze, his face contorting. "Shit!" he says, hand shaking... he stumbled out of the VR sim room into the halls, desperately running for his gear... There was a bag of pills in there... He needed one, his head burned. The only thing on his mind were the pills now... He couldn't think.... the thoughts were flowing, and circling, coming back where they started without going anywhere.

He stumbled, half blind, into the crew quarters, and almost tore open his gear locker... he desperatly grabbed at the pill container, hastily shaking one into his hand... Gulping it down without water.
 
Benji carefuly disconected the wires from his arm and got up. He streched and then after Wazu was finished screaming at them he turned and walked off. "Well that was fun..." Benji murmured to himself. "This time I'm not going to play leader, that's too tough. I'll get out of it by being a bullet sponge..." He kept mumbling to himself as he walked down the hall.

He worked in a bathroom break and a shower. Then he raced down to his bunk and fetched his MP3 and a few more stims. He slid the stims into their fittings on his belt and then clipped the MP3 out of view on the inside of his shirt. He popped the headphones in and turned up the volume.

When he returned to the room he was quiet. He walked over to Arian and slapped the man on the back. "This next one's gona suck..."
 
Gran had seen Soreta's charge and partially charged his PPG, counter-acting hers slightly, the force still crunched the front part of his armor, disabling most of his movement, he crashed against a wall, his simulated armor starting to shut down. "Shit!" He screamed to no one in particular, all his communication had been fried, as he keyed in overrides and forced the armor to lurch, if his teammates couldn't finish her off he intended to overload his generators, hoping to catch their enemy in the blast. As Soreta charged the second in the group, that teammate pulled up his chainsword, but chances were he wouldn't stand a chance. The third member had charged two full balls of plasma on his hands and was intent of flinging both straight through his teammate to eliminate the Valkyrie. But before anything could happen, excessive explosions rocked the cavern, the headsets suddenly going blank.

It took Gran a second to lift the headset off, his hands shaking. "Ugghhh..." He moaned to himself, rubbing his face with his hands. He always felt sick after these sims, he could be tough when he knew it wasn't real, but the adrenaline always made him shake afterwards. He took a few seconds to try to calm himself, his hands still quivering as they gripped his knees.

He stood up, feeling a little better and decided to approach Wazu for a question before taking a quick break. When he neared speaking distance with Wazu, he quickly saluted and held his stance. "Sir, may I request something?"
 
"Dammit." Kokuten said, pulling off the VR helmet. He looked around seeing most of the guys who were in his Charlie squad. The other thing he noticed was a fairly angry Squad Leader sitting in the corner, Lewis the first, and only casualty of Charlie squad. Before the end of the combat, Kokuten tryed to rally the Charlies in an attempt form a more organized force after Lewis fell. He did his best, giving orders and directing fire, using what he had seen Lewis do. Though the Medic's leadership ended abruptly as the cave came crashing down.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead as Charlie squad began to congratulate eachother. They gave their thanks to Lewis for his leadership, and then to Kokuten for taking over after Lewis fell. Kokuten mainly replied with, "I was just doing what Lewis did."

The Cyborg sat in the corner, relaxing with a cigar and lighter in his hands. He observed the side of the cigar, it said Zunibabi, The Cigar to Live By. Zunibabis were Kokuten's favorite cigar, for not only the fact that they taste great and like organic tabacoo cigars, but for the fact that the smoke inside contained enzyme that kills harmful bacteria. These were your basic safe cigars, they had the ability to kill any harmful cellular organisms in the lungs(if you smoked enough), and even kill bacteria in your mouth(Leaving a nice non-stinking odor in the mouth.) Zunibabi even tops it off with the cigar's taste being close to normal organic cigars, unlike the taste, the smell is just like normal organic Cigars*. Being a Medic, he figured these were excellent for him, not only for his smoking habit purposes, but for medical purposes too.

Puff Puff

(*The drawback to most of this, makes the smoker have a fairly strong habit.)
 
The final moments of the simulation captured the attention of everyone in the room, including Rico. He found it kind of odd that Alpha would blow up the entire facility at first, but as he witnessed the destruction and noted the high casualty toll, on both sides of the board, he slowly realized that it might've been the best action in the long scheme of things.

As a new window opened on the viewscreen flashed a confirmation of Omega Victory, all of the Omega marines rose and cheered in celebration, Rico himself raising his fist the highest and his voice the loudest. He was enjoying himself more than he thought, and figured he would try a little bit harder come next simulation. As Wazu gave the marines a short leave to do some business, Rico chose to stick around in the rec room, congratulating his fellow Omegas and 'comforting' the remaining Alphas.
 
He continued to hold his hand in a salute, but it still shook slightly. "Sir, I would like to request that the assigned teams be given time for some sort of meeting before the sim starts."
 
Adrian glared at the room as the Omega marines cheered and laughed at the losers. Adrian felt Benji's hand hit his back and heard yes question.
"Yeah, another round will suck. One second, though."

He spotted Rico and stalked off towards him. He was met by jeers and snickers which he quickly silenced with extremely hateful looks. Most of the marines had seen Adrian's little fight in the aether room. He came up behind the cheering Rico, raised his right leg, and sent it flying quickly into the back of Rico's knee, knocking the man to into a kneeling position.
Adrian leaned forward and whispered into Rico's ear.

"Real fucking funny, asshole. Real funny." He stood straight, spun around, and walked briskly from the crowd. As he walked he looked at the marines who still had their helmets on. And noticed something.
A woman? What the hell?
He stode closer to her and kicked the seat hard.
"Oi, who the hell are you?"
 
Istvan stared at his reflection in the mirror in a bathroom. He looked like hell. The addiction was getting to him, and he knew it, but the stimmies gave him the edge he needed in, well, EVERYTHING. He splashes his face with cold water, and towled it dry... There, he looked a little more presentable now... He sighed, and began humming a tune softly. He walked down the halls slowly, allowing the pill time to start hitting his system, though most effects at this point would be psycosomatic... He carefuly entered the noisy simulation room again.
 
Soreta lifted her helmet when her seat was kicked...she had intended to not reveal herself quite yet, simply sit there and watch the results, but this was just the same. A perfect shock to everyone in the room, right?

She stood up, strode out into the middle of the room, and smirked at the man who had disturbed him. And she spoke loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear, "I'm the Valkyrie, of course."
 
Damnit, it's that bitch diplomat...
Adrian groaned. The day seemed to be vaulting antagonism at him.
"Aren't you a diplomat? Why are you in our combat sims?"
He crossed his arms and glared at her, not willing to stand take any more of her pissy attitude.
 
"I was invited to participate," was all that Soreta said in response...though with an egotistical smirk attatched to it.
 
"Wait... you're valkyrie?" Adrian grinned at her malevolently.
"I almost smeared you all over that cave. Bet you're happy Fian showed up, hmm?"
 
"Before you performed that last-resort move, I destroyed your aether generator and killed many of your comrades along with the rest of Epsilon Two." Soreta's smirk never wavered. "I wouldn't brag about trying to sacrifice yourself like that, if I were you."
 
Rico had been going around the room, shooting smiles and high-fives at those who would accept them. Although many of the other marines had taken to jeering the losers of Alpha team, Rico did not take to it at the extent the others were...he though it to be all in good fun, after all.

Rico had also been anticipating Adrian's arrival...but he was still caught off-guard as Adrian delivered his message at the end of his boot. Unfortunately, Adrian stormed off in the other direction before Rico could give his own retort. As he stood up and wiggled his leg to ease the pain of the kick, he looked back at Adrian, somewhat surprised at the turn of events. Mostly, he was surprised Adrian was taking this so seriously...Rico had figured him to be more like himself when it came to jokes. After a moment more of thinking about it, Rico became a bit miffed by Adrian's attitude, and started walking after him.

"Hey man! Lighten up some, it was just..."

Rico wasn't able to finish, however, as he watched the turn of events leading to the mystery woman introducing herself, rather loudly, in front of the room. She looked very confident for a woman standing in the midst of a room full of hardened marines. The rest of the room fell very quiet, everyone's attention focused on the woman in the center of the room. A few of them had looks of shock on their face, others look of slight disgust. Rico himself bore a smile of approval.

There was an awkward silence for the few moments it took Rico to slither through the crowd to get a better posistion. Rico slicked his hand through his hair once more when he reached a good spot, and let out a loud whistle. "Hooo yeah! I want her on my team next round!" Rico stated loudly, following it up with a short laugh.
 
Adrian narrowed his eyes.
"My team needed me to help them win. Sacrificing one's self for the good of the unit is a quality all soldiers should share. Of course, with your cushy job, I doubt you know all that much about soldiering."

Rico's yell from behind him broke the rather angry mood prevalent between the two and Adrian turned chuckling slightly.
"Mate, she was on your team the entire time."
 
The Medic saw Soreta sat up from the chair when Adrian kicked it. Truthfully he was very impressed, he always heard from his from his father that the people of Yamat. Though if he could remember correctly, Valkyrie was the one who gave him the direction(even if it was small direction) that was probably what kept him alive through the operation.

He stood up and strolled over to Adrian and Soreta, standing with the rest of the Marines baffled by the fact that Soreta was Valkyrie.

"C'mon Decane, what's wrong with the Diplomat brushing up on a few Power Armor skills, eh? What, did you feel handicap'd because we had her on our team?" Kokuten shrugged with his cigar in one hand.
 
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