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Benjamin Havok
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AzricanRepublic
So begins...
Benjamin Havok's Story
Benjamin Havok approached the bar silently, cradling the bashed up MR-17 between his crossed arms and brushing it tightly to his chest. His bandana lashed around his neck and his face directed toward the ground. Havok climbed his feet up the patio of the tavern and quietly entered, hoping to draw as little attention to himself as possible. This was difficult, however, bulwarked in armor and bristling with easily visible weaponry across his chest and back.
Benjamin Havok cocked his head to the side, his lips turned downward and his nose raised in a slight scowl as he heard his name. "Havok ... " He returned to the voice, his hands falling to the side and allowing the rifle to dangle loosely across the Azrik's chest. "I'm Havok." He spoke almost boastfully before turning toward the roaring beast. The beasts words struck a chord with Havok, and remorseful memories of battles not-so-old returned. " ... Shit."
Benjamin Havok was taken aback at the sudden approach, the Azrik quickly pushed backward and raised his arms upward. The focal points had already began to glow with violent energy before a discharging toward the behemoth. Havok had little time to aim, simply throwing his hands and sending whatever he could at his opponent. "Shit -- shit -- shit!" He shouted as he threw himself backwards.
Benjamin Havok had been thrown around before, actually a lot of times. It was pretty fuckin' weird; Havok was picked up like a small log toy and flung through the doors, the Azrican tumbled over head before smashing through the doors and landing on the rough soil outside. Skidding to a halt, Havok quickly rolled over onto his side and pulled himself up. When that big bastard lumbered through the tavern door, Havok had readied his MR-17 against his hip and depressed the trigger unleashing a torrent of bullets against him. "It'll be about as fun as killin' you!"
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Master's Dojo
“
(( I just posted, I think ... You get all of it? ))
”
Benjamin Havok fought his way through the heat, his armor had saved him from a rather insant death with whatever was covering him. Havok barely had any time to drop the MR-17 and throw his hands up. A refraction of light split the night air as the blade connected against Havok's impromptu barrier, the attack which would've easily cleaved him in half slided to the side and down into the ground. A devilish laugh came from the Azrican as he let his hands fall down and point toward his enemy.
“
Barrier.)
”
Benjamin Havok was emboldened by his victory, a sinister smile streaking across his face before he caught the glint of the blades. "Sonuvabi -- " Havok grunted lightly, he had only directed himself to dodge one of the incoming blade before it glanced off his side and tore at his armor, while it remained intact the blunt force threw Havok to the side. Forced to the side, Havok was struck with the second blade with another glancing blow and spun on his heel to the floor, yelling angrily as a frothy beam of plasma trailed from his hands in a wide circle.
Benjamin Havok was quickly running through exactly what the fuck he did to get himself out of the situation alive all those months ago, run around and shoot stuff and not get killed. Thrown to the ground, a gust of wind from the unfolded wings brought Havok back into reality as he watched his opponent lift his foot and bring it down to stomp on him. Havok yelled and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the hoof and it's weight as it slammed against the ground. He rolled back against the hoof and threw his arm into it, which was glowing with a fiery burn. Hopefully, the sizzle of scorched flesh and a removed hoof would greet Havok.
“
Has it calmed down a bit?)
”
The setting changes from Master's Dojo to Gambit's Bar
Benjamin Havok scramled to his feet, coughing loudly before looking down to his hands. His palms were scarred with slag, the plasma superheating as soon as Havok had dragged the scorching matter through his opponents leg. "Sweet fuck ... I took his leg off and he throws me!" Havok barked, crouching low before reaching up his back and pulling the barrel of the MSR downwrad. The scatter-rifle unlocked from it's magnetic dock and greeted Havok silently. The Sergeant's face lit up as Havok looked back toward the door and pumped the rifle once. "Come here and smile, you sonuvabitch." He yelled, his voice mocking and taunting the beast to journey into the bar.
Benjamin Havok scowled as he depressed the trigger, the rifle bucked and sprang to life as it discharged it's torrent of small tungsten pebbles. These small beads would tear through the air at high-speeds and impact in a wide circular path, some might have been incinerated in the banefire, but Havok would put good money that his opponenet would get a face full of pellet. Havok wasn't so fortuante, however, kicked backwards a split second after pulling the trigger in an attempt to dodge the striking flames. His armor caught fire in specific spots and burned lightly as Havok rolled against the ground yelling. "Fire bad, fire bad!"
Benjamin Havok quickly pulled himself up and threw himself over another table, hardly taking into account his opponent retreating. When Havok finally did expose himself, his rifle aimed, he barely caught the beast exiting. "Did -- Did I win?"
Benjamin Havok sighed heavily and slid downward against the overturned table, Havok's rifle cradled in his arm slightly as he closed his eyes and breathed. "Sonuvabitch ... "
Benjamin Havok had overheard countless conversations, but was still huddled against the overturned table. Havok barked heavily, "You bitches ain't got shit on me -- I'd kick alla' your asses!" He laughed heavily, his voice carrying through the tavern at a top yell. "Damn straight!" He mocked, throwing his hand into the air.
Benjamin Havok quickly entered the fray, his rifle clasped against his shoulder as he leveled his sights on the massive demon encroaching on Cryoface. Havok had no clue who he was exactly saving, but the snowball-man looked like he could use some help. "Open wide and smile, ya' prick!" Havok boomed as he interjected himself, the Azrican had flanked the massive demon from the right, blindly firing a barrage of rounds from his MR-17.
“
Sonuvabitch my chat is lagging like hell.)
”
Benjamin Havok clenched the small PDA between his scarred and torn fingers, the digits working around the edge of the beaten and battered device. "Master Sergeant, these files are fresh ... " The voice inside his head began, "Fresh from the bridge of the CN Walkus in orbit above the planet." Valentina continued on, Havok silenced her with a simple noise and began speaking himself. "These ... Harbringers, they'll know everything of Orion if the Coalition is really that avid of them." He spoke slowly to himself, placing his foot against the rock on the small bluff overlooking the tavern. "Orion ... eighty years later and it still won't die."
Benjamin Havok was by no means a Coalition Officer; though I guess if you're walking around in their armor, you'll look just like every other Coalition Marine. Byron rolled his shoulders slowly as he approached the bar, tucking the PDA into a pouch mounted against his hip and fidgeting with the sling of the MR-17 across his chest. "These Harbringers are apparently attached to Counter-Balance ... " Valentina informed, Havok was familiar with those bastard-soldiers on the Coalition payroll who called themselves 'Counter-Balance'.
Benjamin Havok was behind the HUBPOL officer as he drew his handgun, the Azrican quickly sprung into action. Considering he easily dwarfed the HUBPOL soldier by several inches, Havok wrapped his forearm around the mans throat and yanked backwards, his other hand folder over his arm to clenched his wrist and slam the handgun downwards, sending it into the floor. "My name is Lieutenant Robert Archer, I am a Coalition Jumper ... " He began, hardly noticing the fight he had just injected himself into.