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Dragar whirled around, blaster in hand...

'Calm down guys' says a familar voice. 'It is I Terry.'

He lands and hands Simon a Strange, rusty metal object.

'You'll need that to get in... I see Ace didn't get this far... Nevermind. I never liked him anyway. Well, see ya!'

With that, Terry flew off, back towards the city.

Simon smirked, dustign off the object. "I knew he'd come in handy"

You approach the door.

There is a small slot in the door.

There is no other entrance.

There is a guardf box to your right, with the guard asleep (it appears so)

Simon steps forward, "Kill him" He whispers to Dragor, as his hand hovers over the slot, ready to insert the item which was given to him

Dragar lifted his Repeater gun and fired a few shots at the guard.

The Item was of course a Keycard. The card Was scanned. Access was approved. The door swung open, revealing maze of muddy, dark corridors.

The guard was still asleep.

PRIMARY MISSION COMPLETED!

You may now enter.

Simon stepped forward, peering into the deep darkness, "Hmm"

Dragar lifted his Repeater gun and fired a few shots at the guard.

The Guard died in his sleep.

"Well there's nowhere to go but inside." Lugden remarked. "Though be on guard, as the single sleeping mole could not be all they have in defence." He raised his blaster before entering.

You walk down the first tunnel it was quiet... too quiet... suddnely you hear shouts from the end of the corridor.

'Blast those rebel scum'
'There they are! Stop them'
'Set blast to kill'

Several red beams of laser hit the walls around you... they getting closer...

my status is 90 ill take 3 stimpacks

my status is 90 ill take 3 stimpacks

No, your dead. The Fuseboxes ate you.

Hey, sorry to barge in. I was wondering if there is a way I could join in. Maybe you free a prisoner or somthing? I enjoy RP's like this so i was hoping i could. If not, sorry to interupt

ooc damn

Maybe... I'll think about it. Hang around. I might be able to right you in.

Thanks

Back to the story.

Is anyone gonna post?

Simon leaned out, opening fire with his blaster; his sabre gripped in his other hand, ready to kill if they came closer; or to deflect stray blasts..

Sorry, my computer/interne tis playing games. I can barely read the font (it is so small)

IC: A few were deflect back to the firer. There were a few screams of pain, as 1 or 2 of the incoming guards was killed.

The remaining 18 advanced...

Dragar was quick to begin firing into the rabble with his Repeater blaster in one hand, and his normal blaster in the other...

Several Moles were struck down by the scattering of the Repeater Gun. A few more were kiled by the blaster.

The remaining 8 could now see there target, and fired their blasters...

OOC: *Bashes Computer*

Dragar hirt the dirt to avoid weaponsfire, whilst discharging more shots into his foe.

OOC: Fuck...I should've taken Seph's Blaster

IC:

Simon dived to the ground, shooting through the haze of dust and debris as he landed hard, still firing at his opponents; concentrating on the heads and legs

£ more Moles fell under this fire, but now the remaining 5 concentrated there fire on dragar...

£ more Moles fell under this fire, but now the remaining 5 concentrated there fire on dragar...

Dragar was quick to leap out of the doorframe to use it as cover...

With Dragar retreating, the remaining Moles concentrated fire on Simon...

Simon crawled backwards, still shooing as enemy fire impacted all around him. He raised his weapon again and again; his shots ricocheting off the walls and ceiling as he did.

Dragar was still poking out of the corner every now and again, popping off shots at the moles...

OOC: Common... Take some hits... my guys aren't that bad at shooting.

IC: Simon was unable to hit the remaining few, and they could not hit them.
They continued firing at Simon.

Dragar was still poking out of the corner every now and again, popping off shots at the moles...

One more mole fell after being hit in the head...

OOC: Well, thats it. I'm off for Easter Folks.

See ya in a week!

OOC: Well, thats it. I'm off for Easter Folks.

See ya in a week!
I'll see ya in 2... :(

*back*

OOC: Yay!

OOC: Hello

Let us see if we can get a little further.

Simon continued his retreat. "What the hell do we do now?"

I'm just waiting for someone to post about my last attack.

IC: Simon was unable to hit the remaining few, and they could not hit them.
They continued firing at Simon.

Well...

See ya!

:(

OOC: Is there anything flammable in the room, say like a petrol can or somthing?

Nope.

You can't catch me!

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=405637

Uhh, good and interesting role play,

#TAG# for future reference

You can't catch me!

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=405637
yes i can...

*keeps clicking links*

OOC: If you follow those links you go in a circle.

IC:
Digo sat in his cell, waiting for the guards to come. Suddenly gunfire was sounding. Digo leaped up and ran to the bars.
"HELP!" he cried, "HELP!"

Lugden stepped from behind the corner and began firing on the advancing moles with his blaster. He soon took a hit to the shoulder, but continued.

Come on, there can't be many more he thought, before once more stepping back, and taking the time to clutch his shoulder.

(Alan... you are some way away from the fighting ;))

IC: In the prison

One of the commanders said to the other, 'This idiot is talking again.'

'Well.. we better keep him quiet for a while.'

With that, they raised their blasters, and fired a beam of blue light at Digo, and he fell, stunned.

IC: The main battle

Two more moles fell, leaving just one more.

FIMBLE: You have recieved a minor wound. Your life status is minorly wounded.

"Does anyone have any medical supplies I might borrow for my shoulder? All of my money was spent on the launcher."

He then leant out to fire a couple more shots in the direction of the remaining mole, careful not to step out into full view this time.

The last mole fell, dead. (OOC: FLP, your wound is minor, and doesn't require treatment. you should be able to cope with it.)

There is a total of 200 rounds of laser blaster here. Divide it between you.

You can advance at your own pace...

Lugden stepped over the fallen moles, picking up 50 rounds of ammunition. The others required more. They had wasted much during the fight, whereas Lugden had waited for his moment, and picked off the moles with little waste of ammunition.

He advanced slowly down the corrider, alert for the merest of sounds. As a mole his hearing was much more adept than his companions. He felt it compensated for the superior way in which they filtered light.

RP has been paused while TIN and C catch up.

Correct FLP. Moles eyesight is poor. But hearing, and smell are superb...

Dragar ran after the rest of the group, holstering his blasters.

IC: Ahead, could be seen a robotic figure. It wasn't facing you. You could sneak past down a corridor to the right.

OR. Fight the robot.

BUMP!!!

Hello!

Lugden watched the robot. He couldn't quite see what it was. He should know, this was a robot from his own country, how could he not. He just watched, out of sight, and waited for his colleagues to act.