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Erik Gunnarson

The Seasoned Veteran

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a character in “Exodus: Aeon”, as played by Legate

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Erik Gunnarson
"Yea, Though I walk through The Valley of the Shadow of Death, I shall fear no evil, for I am the Shadow"
Radioactive in the Dark



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BASICS
”Let's be clear what we're trained to do, gentlemen. We go in and get the job done by any means necessary. We don't ask for ID. We don't take targets alive. We don't avoid damaging the furniture. When you send us in, there is no happy ending,""

-Nickname: Rico
-Age: 29
-Gender: Male
-Species: Human
-Role: Union Soldier
-Motivation:To see new places, meet new races, and kill them


APPEARANCE
”Can I help you?"

-Eyes: Blue
-Hair: Brown
-Height: 6'0"
-Weight: 220 lb
-Skin Tone: Olive
-Build: Stocky and muscular
-Body Markings: Burn scarring to left side of upper leg and left half of torso, shrapnel scarring on back and right pectoral and shoulder. bullet scars: Right calf, right lower abdomen left shoulder(front and back)
-Description:By all accounts a handsome man his clothes hide the majority of his scars. Of average height but stocky build this man can appear to be larger than he is. However don't be fooled by his size, he's a remarkably nimble man and his fluid grace bespeaks the capacity for lethal stealth. A grizzled 10 year combat vet with 6 years special forces experience this man is at the peak of physical condition. Despite regulations he keeps a bit of scruff on his chin and his hair is a little longer that regulations permit.


MENTALITY
”If you're not willing to shell your own position, you're not willing to win."

-Quirks: An impulsive looter and a bit of a lightfinger this man will often take souvenirs, be they from battlefields or places visited. He also has a just-in-case kind of personality which means he is usually prepared for every eventuality.
-Fears: Losing a sense/Being crippled, Helplessness, Green officers with maps
-Likes: Music (classical and current), Reading, Camping and canoeing (whitewater flatwater), skiing, Winter, Whiskey, Winning
-Dislikes: Extreme heat, Jungles,
-Personality:
10 years of near constant fighting have weathered not just this mans countenance. Usually a jovial mischievous soul he has a world weary cynical side. The mission comes first no matter what. That is of course unless one of his friends lives is in danger. He has walked the knifes edge for the last 10 years and as such his personality is almost bi polar in nature. He is either your best friend, or an implacable enemy. Having been in combat for so long he is more independent than most. The job of officers is to give him objectives his job is to accomplish them however he feels best. At the end of the day he is his own master and has little respect for higher authority.

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EQUIPMENT
”Being hard is good, Being hard with good tech is better"

-Clothing: can often be seen off duty in his combat fatigues and a t shirt. Usually very casual he will dressup however the occasion requires, However his prized possession is his Bomber jacket handed down from father to son since the Second World War. In addition to this he has a suit of WRAITH assault infiltration armour.
-Carried Items: Never seen without a trusty pistol strapped to his right hip. He also has a knife up his right sleeve, but that you won't see until it's too late.

COMBATIVENESS
”There is no such thing as overkill, there is only "Open Fire" and "I need to reload" "

-Weapons
β€’1: Firearms: UAF7 Assault rifle with tactical grenade launcher and multiple setting sights (CQC red dot, Middle distance scope), 2 widebore pistols that can fire either a slug or buckshot with the flick of a selector switch. Assorted grenades
β€’ 2: Misc: Shortsword on magnetic hip sheath. Gauntlet punching knives (integrated in WRAITH gauntlets)

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HISTORY
”So, You want to know about me? Wind your god damned neck in."

-Life
β€’Martial Status: Single
β€’Family: Deceased
β€’Military History: Served 4 years of Planetary Defence Force on Kell-Tath. After acquiring advanced qualifications was transferred into USOR (United Special Operations Regiment). The rest of his service records are classified
Qualifications: Infantry, Advanced Infantry, Stealth Recon, Special Forces, Parachute, Orbital Insertion, Maritime Operations
Decorations: Purple Heart (x4), Distinguished Service bar with silver cluster + Assorted Campaign Ribbons

So begins...

Erik Gunnarson's Story

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"It really is quite hilarious that you have a plan that could possible kill the other team, who also happen to be crewmates. HAH, if I didnt know any better, I'd say you have a hate-on for everyone." Raxis snickered.

"Well you know what they say" Erik quipped back "Be Polite, Be Efficient, Have a plan to kill everyone you meet."

Gelon had gone off to set his traps and so had Clockwork. Erik turned to the other two again. "I know I said you'd have a fair amount of freedom, but your priority of targets, should be as follows: Whoever poses most danger to a team mate, after that your main targets will be Bionic Betsy and the Crockosaur. They're going to want to try and get up close, they're not defensively minded. This can work for us ok. We ARE going to win." He held out his fist for a bump. "Good Hunting"

He turned away, unslinging his rifle, pistols were fun and all but it was time to get down to business. "Red Team, Comm check" The replies flooded in and he began to mentally map people out. "Saboteurs how are those traps coming? Everyone else in position?" The team sounded tense but eager. "Alright, everybody take a couple deep breaths, not you Raxis, and settle. Game on."

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer
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The alarm goes off like a bomb and there's no more time for chit chat. Raxis gets up just like James and Erik knows they might have a tactical advantage there.

"Raxis, James, status report, what are we looking at here, how are they deploying?"

At it's most basic level combat was not terribly complicated. You deployed explosives to deal with vehicles, snipers to eliminate key targets, but at the end of the day, you always needed infantry for the messy jobs. The basics were simple but the finer shades of nuance that truly made someone a combat genius were oh so hard to master. As one such man had said "No plan survives contact with the enemy".

He saw Ozama and Mosa come barreling down range and decided to drive them into the traps. He leaned out of cover pouring fire at them in short bursts of 3-5 rounds each. As soon as he'd fired off a couple he ran from his cover to his fall back location back beyond the second set of traps, hailing the rest of the team on the radio as he did. "Hard Contact! Hard Contact! I've got two Uglies coming down on my position." Bullets screeched around him as he zigged zagged and finally threw himself headlong to get to cover rolling up on his knees as he did so. As soon as he was in cover he armed a grenade in his underslung launcher and sent it sailing to detonate just between the pair of fighters coming down at him and the center of their side of the field. Let them think he was trying to drive them away from the turret. In truth he hoped it would be a trap either way, if they avoided the turret they ran into the traps trying to flank, if they went for the turret he would try and trap them in a merciless crossfire. But if they took that turret then this could turn into a bloodbath as they'd get caught "between the Devil and the deep blue sea" as the expression went.

The setting changes from Stratevaria to Second Deck - Training Chamber

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Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Clockwork
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Deunan was quiet for a bit, seemingly surprised by Preston's positive and respectful response. But the sounds of Mosa and Ozma moving brings her back to reality, and she nods."Yes!!",before looking ahead, reloading another pistol, and immediately running towards cover.

Ozma's quick reflexes allowed him to spot Erik as he comes out of his cover, and even though he knows Abigail provided them with the barriers, their lack of experience working together instinctively drove him to dive behind Mosa. Erik's bullets bounces off Abigail's barrier, each hit causing a ripple that both reveals and weakens the barriers. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", Mosa yells out boisterously, running over in his heavy power armor. Unfortunately, in his confidence, Mosa failed to notice the traps Gelon and Clockwork placed.

Magnificent explosions erupt underneath his feet; Gelon's foam traps causing the already heavy and unwieldy Mosa to become stuck. "GARRRRGH-", but before he can even finish roaring out his frustations, CLockwork's chain mines blows up and damages Mosa's armor, causing several pieces to fall off. If he wasn't over seven foot tall and covered in ridiculously heavy armor plating, he'd be dead --or permanently stuck-- for real. He stumbles out of the foam trap, and starts firing his light machine gun wildly; very inaccurate and careless, but his gun is big enough and his range wide enough, that the bullets still threaten to hit anyone in sight.

Ozma, meanwhile, managed to avoid the traps, and strafes forward, firing his twin submachineguns at both Gelon and Erik in a zig-zag pattern. This actually exposes him to a great deal of damage, but he is so quick and relentless in his movements, that you'd have to be a real good shot to actually hit him.

Clockwork remains behind cover, holding onto her shotgun and waiting for an opportune moment.

Deunan, meanwhile, has made her way on one of the walls on the edge of the arena, and with her handgun, she begins observing the battlefield....when she comes across the sight of Raxis. She remembers Abigail still on the turret, and crouching down, with a communicator, she contacts Abigail, whispering. "Ma'am! I see the cyborg bird of prey! Would you like me to act as distraction while you take aim and gun him down?"

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Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan
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James returned the fist bump and nodded his head. "The hunt is always good." He replied with a slight laugh, both to show his commitment to the team and to satisfy Erik's comm check. As the two others left, Erik turned to him and Raxis, letting them know their priorities of taking out Mosa and Abigail. "Si, consider it done."

The alarm went off, perfect. James turned to some of the higher-leveled platforms and spotted one that gave him a hawk's-eye view of the entire battlefield as well as enough cover that he wouldn't be spotted easily. As he turned and started moving to his selected spot, Raxis unfolded his wings making the already imposing being even more intimidating. "Damn..." James whispered to himself as he made his way over to the platforms and began his climb to the top platform with his PSG1 slung over his back. That however, was not a problem for Raxis as James watched in jealousy as Raxis simply flew up to his own platform without any problems whatsoever. After a brief moment, James reached his desired location and went prone as he unfolded the bipod on his sniper rifle and inserted a 10-round magazine into it, smiling as it clicks into place. He then beings fine-tuning his rifle, adjusting the scope for the range as well elevation and and the stock's cheek rest and shoulder pad. Feeling comfortable with his adjustments, James closed his left eye as he scans the field below him, pulling the bolt on his rifle to cycle the first round into the chamber.

Looking through, he already sees both his team and the blue team engaging one another. He heard Erik's request for an update, but he had to stay focused and couldn't be distracted. "Sorry Erik, you'll get your update soon enough." James thought to himself as he muted his helmet's comm. as he aimed his sniper rifle near Erik to see who he was actively engaging, or being engaged by. To his joyous surprise, it turned out to be none other than Mosa and Ozma. A smile formed under his helmet and James let out a small laugh as he saw the two running into battle like complete fools. It was so bad it was funny. As if things couldn't get any more comical, Mosa walked right into one of the mines Clock and Gelon set up. Causing a huge, but beautiful explosion and foam to engulf him for a moment before he breaks free and starts spraying his LMG like a spaz, sending bullets everywhere.

Ozma, on the other hand, was lucky enough to avoid the same fate Mosa came upon but still ran towards Erik like a fool, firing his smg's at him while moving in a zig-zag pattern. While smart, it wasn't going to save him from James' revenge-fueled goal. Flipping the safety off, James put Ozma in his crosshair while aiming a bit to the right so he could lead the bullet to Ozma's helmeted face. As he did this, James couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Ozma's helmet was basically a green bunny-eared bucket. This made it all the more enjoyable now that James finally got to carry out his desire of humbling his British enemy.

"Get ready limey, this yankee doodle is going to put more than a feather in your cap."
James whispered. It was a horrible joke, but he saw it most fitting for the scenario being played out between Ozma and himself. He took a deep breath in and slid his finger over the the trigger and gently squeezed it, exhaling as his rifle sent it's present streaking dead on towards his prey. *Thack* The bullet hit Ozma right in his goofy bunny-eared helmet, sending him tumbling to the ground and onto his back. Despite knowing one round was enough, James fired off the rest of his remaining 9 rounds into Ozma's crotch, stomach, arms and legs until he heard the distinctive click of his rifle, letting him know it was empty. Watching Ozma twitch and flop on the ground like a fish out of water filled James with happiness and satisfaction. While Ozma would be perfectly fine with no permanent damage, there was for sure going to be a lot of pain and bruises following the training mission, not that James cared though.

After making sure Ozma was sure as hell out for the count, James calmly and quickly reloaded his sniper rifle, this time replacing it for a 20-round magazine, for his next target was going to require a few more bullets to stop him. Once he was reloaded and the bolt cycled, James moved back over to Mosa, the giant blue-skinned alligator. Shaking his head slightly at seeing Mosa still going beserk and spraying his LMG with no regard to any of his team, James sights his crosshairs at Mosa's body, looking around for any weak spots on his armor for the earlier explosion. "Bueno!" James smirked as he saw that Mosa's right leg and shoulder were exposed.

"Sorry big guy, you seem friendly enough." Unlike Ozma, Mosa seemed like a friendly while scary man, his actions and attitude at the mess hall showed it. Despite this, James knew he still had a job to do and proceeded to sight in at his right leg first and fired off 10 rounds, hitting Mosa in the knee, each bullet impact causing immense amount of pain and bruising. This was enough to cause Mosa to limp as the pain made it too hard for him to support himself on his right leg all the way. After dealing with his leg, James quickly aimed Mosa's exposed right shoulder and fired off another 10 rounds, a few bouncing off of Mosa's armor, slightly denting it, but the remaining 7 rounds hit his shoulder perfectly, making his right arm pretty much useless and now forcing Mosa to only rely on his left arm to hold, fire and reload his weapon. While he may not be out like Ozma, Mosa's combat effectiveness has been greatly hindered.

With both of the two out of the picture for the moment, James decided it was best to relocate and find another spot to control. Silently and stealthily moving away from his previous location, James switches back on his comm. "Sir, Ozma has been taken care of and is out for this fight. Mosa has been dealt with and will be having trouble walking and using his weapon. However, he is still able to continue the battle. I'm sure he'll be no problem for you to deal with. I'm going to relocate to a different spot to hunt."

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Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan
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Ozma fires off his endless barrage of bullets, letting the shooter's high take over him completely. Full auto, zero restraint. He manages to score a couple of grazes on Erik, but his lack of self control and overly stylish gun kata style rendered him wide open to James' sniping.

As if he was slapped by nature itself, Ozma froze instantly as the bullet struck his helmet. The Limiter Field dulled the physical damage,but not the pain, and he sees fractured shards of his visor flying...as he falls flat on his back.

At first, he was terrified, unable to determine who shot him...until the rest of James' bullets rained upon him and forced him to dance like a dying fish. Instantly, he knew exactly who it was. His bitter rival...James.

"...Damn...that...bloody....wankin'...yankee...", Ozma curses, before dropping his head as the Limiter Field knocks him out.

Ozma is down. Score one for the Red Team.

Mosa roars out in anger as the bullets shreds his knee, the amount and the force causing it to buckle and for him to flinch. He is further infuriated when he sees the bullets tear apart his right shoulder armor and render his right arm useless...watching the fallen pieces trickle down with silence, having ran out of breath to even scream.

At first, it seemed like Mosa is down for the count, standing slouched there with his head down. However, only 3 seconds later, Mosa achieves second wind, and remembers his original target --- The turret. He runs behind an enormous cover, and lets that cover take the flying bullets for a while. He bends down, and puhes his shoulder against the cover.

He rams.

The cover budges.

He rams again.

The cover creaks.

"BANZAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!" fueled by his willpower, Mosa rams again, tearing the steel, bullet-ridden cover from the rails....

...Before grabbing it....and hurling it towards the Red Team's turret.


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"The cowboy from the cafetaria...", Clockwork thought. Having hidden behind a wall and in the shadows for an opportune moment, she managed to spot Preston sneaking above. "You'll be a nice prey...", she whimsically whispers to herself. Without warning, a light blue flame emits from her jetpack, and she darts upwards towards Preston, with her shotgun pointed at him. He has but a moment to react, as she takes the shot...!

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Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Deunan Knight
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Abigail replied to Deunan on the communicator. "If you think you're up for, go for it." She waited and watched behind her cover far back on the blue team's side. Not even a few minutes in and Ozma's already taken down. Great. But Abigail wasn't willing to give up so easily. With Ozma down, she could focus her force-fields on the remaining team. She noticed Gelon coming in from behind Mosa with another foam grenade. "Oooh no you don't." Quickly, she shifts the focus of her telekinesis from the turret to Gelon's foam grenade. She directed its path so that instead of going for Mosa, the foam grenade flies right at Erik instead. Abigail cheered to herself when Mosa was able to severely damage their turret. This would make it a bit easier. Finally she addressed her team on the communicators. "Guys we've got a sniper, their turret's down but be extra careful." Abigail was secretly happy she was the furthest away from the firefight right now. She grabs her turret controls once again with her telekinesis.

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Raxis watched as shit hit the fan relatively quickly. One of Red Team was down already! "HAhahaha! First blood." He took note of Mosa in a mess of the fire fight, and he didn't feel like getting involved in that. Raxis was a bit concerned however, that even from high up, he couldn't spot blue team's leader. As Raxis scanned around, he noticed Deunan looking right at him. "I guess I'll settle for you, ahahah!" Immediately he jumps up and lands on a tall metal cover close to Deunan, his talons crushing the metal beneath them. "Well well well, what's a girl like you doing here all alone?" His sly screen smile twisted cruelly.

The setting changes from Second Deck - Training Chamber to Stratevaria

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Erik watched in awe as Mosa literally ripped the giant steel sheet out of the deck, that was going to leave a mark. Covered in foam, bleeding but some how still going. It was like watching an avatar of war sent to the mortal plain by some angry, vicious vengeful God. The metal sheet, propelled with all of the Crocodiles massive strength behind it, slammed into the turret, cracking one of the metal cover plates and indeed rocking the whole turret back enough that its mounting pulled partway out of the floor. Leaning drunkenly the turret spun round till its barrels faced the floor. Their Heavy Weapon was out of comission.

"Shit!" Erik swore under his breath before clicking open his Comm channel. "Fifty down! FIFTY DOWN!" he yelled "These guys have some sort of forcefield effect! We have to try and overload it! Pour it on 'em team! Pour it on!!" Sometimes there was just no such thing as overkill, there was only "Open fire" and "I have to reload". He reloaded his grenade launcher. Erik stepped out of cover to confront Mosa. Only he stepped out into one of Gelons foam grenades flying fast the other way hitting him square in the chest. Friendly fire god damn it! The sticky foam just about rooted him in place which didn't help with Mosa spraying bullets at him. He felt the quadruple impact hit him like a trip hammer. The bullets stitched up his torso from his right hip to his left shoulder throwing him backwards onto his back. They may not be fatal shots but the hurt like they were, he coughed painfully, he might even have cracked a rib. Thankfully his armour had absorbed the worst of it. They were up two kills but it had cost them, they were spread out, Gelon looked out of comission, and he wasn't faring so well either.

"Blue team, we have them running, drive up the flanks I want to surround that turret. Clockwork, Raxis I need a situation report. Come in."

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Clockwork reacts in visible surprise as Preston grabs her foot and pulls her down with him, interrupting her combo. Both of them roll forward, and catches sight of the friendly fire on Erik's side. The explosion broke Clockwork's stoic expression, and while she glances with concern at both Erik and Gelon, she doesn't take her eyes off of Preston, whom she regards as a very dangerous opponent she can't afford to underestimate.

Her right hand reaches to several odd disk-shaped objects chained together on her hip, while her left hand grabs onto her communicator.

"I'm on my way...just let me take care of this."

Her hands feels the disks on her hip, until she hits a particular disk with a grip on top.

She looks at Preston.....and gives a vicious smirk.

She pulls at the grip, detaching the disks on her hips, and looking at them, Preston can determine what they are:

Modified land mines, connected together with a wire. A chain mine.

She quickly pulls them out menacingly, causing rattling, metallic noises, before lashing them towards Preston.....the claws underneath the individual mines threatening to latch on to him.

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Erik saw both Gelon and Mosa go down, hit by the blue teams turret. The foam was finally starting to dissolve off him so he could move again. The pain had receded but not much, still it was time to keep moving. The battle had totally lost cohesion and had descended into a series of duels between individuals members, just as Erik had known it would. Realistically it was hard to establish total teamwork with just a Squad and a half. He'd tried to establish fireteams but with everyones individual skills it had been hard to know how to group them. He might have to totally restructure the platoon unit to deal with this, the old conventions wouldn't work, they'd have to function as Irregulars.

Still, Eriks HUD was only showing him and James left breathing. He had no idea what the other team had but he knew someone had taken their turret, as that was what had put down Raxis. Screw it, he'd had enough of this, it was time to team up, combine forces and finish this. He went looking for James. Moving off in a shooters crouch limping steadily on his right side, he checked his corners, but if the enemy had managed real infiltration into this side they hadn't survived. All of a sudden he heard a pistol retort. Moving off slowly in that direction he approached the situation cautiously. Upon getting closer he heard two additional blasts, this time from a shotgun. He wheeled around a corner bringing his rifle up to his shoulder and sighting down the CQC sights.

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Deunan immediately ducks, cursing to herself when she realized she wasn't able to incapacitate James. Silent as he was, Deunan had pretty good instincts, and she rolls away just in time as James demolish her cover with his shotgun. Both Erik and James can see her bright red hair as she moves from cover to cover.

"Shit, shit, shit!!", Deunan curses to herself in a panicked tone, and she starts doing what she does best: running, determined to get as far as she can from James....though she didn't count on Erik seeing her.

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This fight was really down to the wire, Abigail took note of the explosions from where Preston had went and engaged Clockwork, and she say both of them lay limp. It was two versus two now. Abigail looked towards Erik from her cover and he was headed straight for Deunan, and James, whose positions were revealed thanks to Deunan's gunshot from before. She had the advantage, Erik has all eyes on the other two. Unfortunately they were way too far to take out with the heavy turret so she advances towards the red side, taking cover at every instance to avoid distracting any of the three. Now that she was closer, she could see Erik had his sights straight for Deunan. Abigail needed her in commission as long as possible. She could feel a headache slowly creeping in the back of her head, all the force field generating was starting to take its toll.

Knowing she wouldn't have enough time to warn Deunan about Erik, Abigail picked up sharp shards of metal debris, caused by all the destruction, with her telekinesis and hurtled several pieces straight at Erik like javelins.

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Erik heard a sound behind him and whirled raising his gun to ready, right as a mess of shrapnel broke all across him. The jagged metal bits scratched and scored the armour of his chest and back but did no real damage. The jointed elbow on his suit however was not made of such stern stuff. A ragged piece punctured his suit and despite the limiter field lodged in his elbow joint. He screamed in pain and dropped his rifle, but still managed to throw himself into a dive drawing one of his pistols left handed.

"GODS DAMNIT!!!" He yelled firing his pistol in full flechette mode. He pumped five shots over towards the last known location of Abigail. The clip ran dry and he tossed his pistol away drawing his other one awkwardly across his body, as he hunkered down behind another piece of cover. "James" he moaned, teeth gritted against the pain. "I'm losing a lot of blood. We've got one shot at this, I'm gonna rabbit and take the fight to them see if I can scare them up. No matter what happens take advantage of the distraction. Ready?" He took two grenades, Priming them one handed was awkward but he managed it and threw them both a head of himself to his 11, and 1 o'clocks. And with that he was out of cover. His legs pumping he quickly built up to speed and aimed for a piece of cover about 10 metres away. As he ran he poured fire out of his pistol, liberally covering the last known locations of the two members of Red Team. It was all up to James now.

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Abigail smirked behind her cover as he heard Erik call out in annoyance. She must've done at least some damage, though she was hoping to knock him out. Then again, Abigail knew to not underestimate Erik. He had more than the credentials to lead a team, seeing has how red team had the upper hand for most of the fight. It was like a battle of strategy rather than bullets. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Deunan began to run. Looks like this just became two separate one on one matches.

It was quiet for too long, so Abigail risked a peek one more time and noticed the grenade rolling nearby. Shit! she thought. She'd have to give up her cover briefly. So she rolled out of cover to avoid the ensuing explosion. She held up her metal arm to block most of the main danger a grenade poses. Shrapnel. Her robotic arm blocked a great deal of the shrapnel but a few pieces grazed her face and leg. She hissed as she could feel the searing jolt of pain. Lucky for her nothing got lodged in. Abigail looked and saw Erik running and unloading his pistol at the poor piece of cover she took after the explosion. Shit shit, its now or lose, she thought. She only had one shot. And the headache was growing.

As Erik unloaded his last bullet, she took a deep breath. With a desperate attempt, she picked up her sharp, now jagged cover with telekinesis and shoved it at Erik as if it were a wide sword. "Haaaargh!" she cried out as she used a great deal of her strength to do this. With her step she could really feel the shrapnel wounds on her legs as she stood up, and on her face as her expression crinkled. It was no longer that emotionless, bored stare Erik first saw when they met. She was focused, and ferocious, but oddly still cold and calculating.

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Durandal watched the battle with interest through not only the ceiling cameras, but also through the mechanical "eyes" of the lifter robots now carrying the poor victims of the battle back to the infirmary. The limiter fields, amazing inventions as they were, had prevented most damage, but quite some surgery was necessary in many cases, and thus Durandal unfolded numerous durgical arms in the ceiling of the medical bay.

As the injured began rolling in, some unconscious, some chattering away casually, Durandal applied anaesthetics to one and all, surgical arms removing armour plates, shutting off limiter fields and getting to work on removing shrapnel and applying the nanocream, a sort of incubator for billions of tiny robots that would make repairs to various injuries.

The only exception was Raxis: the independent robot's AI was simply uploaded into one of dozens of identical bodies stored somewhere in the cargo bay.

Soon, the humans began waking up, most probably still in vicious pain but not actually experiencing any injuries.

"IF YOU WISH TO PLACE BETS ON ANY TEAM," Durandal commented to the furthest extents of what one might call "joviality," "I WILL HAPPILY RECORD THEM."

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as the limiter field was removed by gelon he stopped the arms and sit up "Durandal thanks for the medical assistance but i don't need it, i didn't get wounded badly just some scraps and bruises that is all" he said as he walked over to mosa and sit down by him "guess you are gonna need some medical attention right Mosa?" he asked and pat his hand with a smile "as the name suggests limiter fields don't let us use our full potential but a part of it and i say we all did a fine job with it"

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Ozma, wincing in his bed, nods. "You...you do that...Durandal...."

Clockwork chuckles, amused. "...You didn't do anything important, did you now..."

Ozma grunts disdainfully. "...Today's loss is a lesson. I lose today, so I may win tomorrow...."

"Good luck with that. Considering you fell within the first five minutes....you sure have a long way to go~", Clockwork replies, before cackling mockingly.

Mosa lays on his personal king-sized bed. He looks like he's already recovered by this point --- at least, mentally, and he laughs. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!...Tis only a flesh wound, Gelon. Mosa is made of sterner stuff."

He lays his head on the pillow, his alligator head bearing that permanently jovial grin.

He pauses a bit, before looking over at him.

"..You asked me what tovarich means, da?"

He chuckles again, before flexing his right biceps.

"Comrade. That's what it means."

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Abigail looked at Deunan give the final strike on James. Her eyes watched him fall and she looks back her. You can see the exhaustion on Abigail's face, and she even gives Deunan a tiny smile as they both had to the medbay. "Yeah... we won." She pauses for a moment to try and quell her throbbing headache. "Well, there's always a first for everything." Abigail looked at the bot Durandal was using. "That'd be great."

They both make it to the medbay and Abigail lets Deunan go to a bed, and she limps to a chair. By this point Abigail has put back on her deadpan demeanor and looks at the others. Quite a few of the injuries were extensive, even with the intervention of the limiter field. That being said, Abigail was absolutely thrilled her team came out on top. By a small margin, but still, first impressions are important. She took a seat next to Erik's bed and let Durandal do his work to extract the shrapnel from her face and leg. She quietly turns to him. "You put together an amazing team back there. For the first time working together, their form was stellar." She didn't care whether he was awake or not, but she felt the need to acknowledge that.

Raxis re-activated in his new shell of a body, identical in every way than his last. He stands in the medbay with the others, testing his joints and making his own calibrations. Raxis eyes every single one of the crew as they lay weakened in bed. "Heheheh, and they wonder why I abandoned my mortal coil." Finally he glares at Abigail as she walks in. As much as he hated that he didn't get much battle time in, he had to admit he acted a bit hasty. "Well! I'd say this was a fun day! Ahahaha! Shooting each other is always soooooooo productive."

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Back in the Medical Bay, Preston was recovering in bed from the damage Clockwork's mine had caused him, including burns, internal bleeding, shrapnel wounds and bone fractures. Though the limiter field had prevented him from death , it was the surgery and nanocream provided by Durandal that had saved him. He woke up to the distinctive "sterile" smell and green room that was the Medical Bay. He yawned and sat up in his bed, then winced. While the damage he suffered was repaired, the anesthesia was wearing off and the dulled pain coming back. Preston cursed to himself and pushed through it, propping himself up to a more comfortable position. He looked down at his body, expecting to find himself wrapped in bloody bandages and stitches, but was surprised to find only minor bruising and scars. Whatever Durandal had done was amazing.

He reclined back and looked around the Medical Bay, checking on the other crew members. He glanced over at Clockwork specifically, then returned his gaze to the monitor on the wall, watching as Abigail, Deunan and James went at it. Still surprised that the three had been able to hold out for so long, he felt a bit conflicted on the matter of who he wanted to win. While Abigail and Deunan were part of his team, James, though on the opposing force, was still his brother. He closed his eyes, too tired to think about it, nor was he much of a betting man, so he refrained from picking a side when Durandal had offered to take bets.

Just as Preston was about to get a bit more rest, he heard clapping and Darkstar's voice announce that Blue Team had won. He opened his eyes and watched as James, Abigail and Deunan entered the Medical Bay, though his brother was unconcious. "Well I'll be, we actually won," he said to himself, then looked over at Red's leader, Erik. "You picked a great team, and you led them well. You, and all of Red Team did good." He sighed and turned his head to Abigail and Deunan. "Abigail, Deunan. Nice work, both of you." With that, he slowly slipped out of bed and stood up, stretching his body. He looked around for his clothes and found them next to his bed, as he went over to them he paused, scanning the room. "Where's my hat?"