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Tyro and Jackal

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AzricanRepublic

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Seated in the closer arm of the galaxy, the Coalition is one of the largest governments to emerge from Scatter; a planet of war and conflict.

So begins...

Tyro and Jackal's Story

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 “ ; Tryo pulled the CHR from his shoulder; the rather obscene block-like structure of the weapon, however powerful it may be, still felt alien to him -- unlike the comfort of a well-known MR-16, or any of the other rifles he had brandished in an extensive service history.
"Jackal, watch the bar."

Jackal, nestling the MR-92 Nano-Rifle into his own shoulder, nodded his head -- which was covered by a face-mask that created a rather intimidating demonic appearance. The HUD-Mask provided the duo with a complete tactical display of the situation. Not that there was any situation, however. Sitting on a roof outside some po-dunk bar on so po-dunk planet could hardly be called a 'situation'. ”

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 “ ; Tyro cocked one head to the side instinctively, noting the rattle of an automatic off in the distance somewhere. Ever since the two Dark Ops had disembarked from HawkNest and entered the city they had lived out of dumpsters and the ruined husks of burned out vehicles that were scattered throughout the city.
"Jackal -- got anything?" He inquired, shifting the Hybrid Rifle in his grasp.


Jackal responded to his counterpart with a weary shake of his head, pivoting the rifle to the side before surveying a bank of windows throughout the bar.
"Nothing. We can stop for drinks, right?" Jackal inquired, one hand moving toward the cheekpad and then projecting his head from atop the small rest.
"I vote we ditch the survey and get us a drink." ”

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 “ ; Tyro entered the bar; both hands free and the cumbersome Hybrid Rifle slung across a pylon mounted alongside his back. It would be fairly easy to tell that both him and his accomplice were distinctly Scatterran, however that was as far as sights would allow them. The HUD-Masks obscuring the duo from eye contact would be enough to prevent many from venturing too close. While Tyro had his weapon across his back, it was obvious Jackal was far less trusting -- openly brandishing the the Nano-Rifle as the duo surveyed the area.
" ... Place looks like a dump." Tyro remarked grotesquely. ”

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 “ ; Tyro had struck across the bar, maneuvering past several patrons -- whom he often towered over, before reaching the bar. Jackal, on the other hand, followed him loosely with the rifle held across his hips. He would occasionally have to stop and direct the rifle barrel either around or over-top someone whom was directly impeding his path, to often which he would respond with a gruff curse or growl of annoyance. Of course, once Jackal finally did reach the bar with Tyro, a swift punch was sent into the Dark Ops shoulder.
"You're buying, bitch." ”

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 “ ; Tyro groaned eagerly before rapping a single hand on the table, a bartender quickly tending to the two Dark Ops. Tyro ordered nothing but a glass of water while Jackal got whatever form of alcohol he could and demanded it be placed right in front of him.
"I'm ditching your ass in a dumpster if you get shitfaced." Tyro remarked calmly before taking the first drink. Jackal simply mocked him with a loud growl and swung the barrel of the Nano-Rifle into the ribcage of his counterpart, which extracted a load shout of annoyance before a unleashing a rant of curses.
"Jesus Fuck you're not even drunk yet and you're acting like an idiot." ”

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 “ ; Tryo maneuvered himself away from his accomplice as he situated himself on a seat beside him. The duo had, for one reason or another, failed to neglect something akin to a Terminator-esque machine stalking throughout the bar and attempting to intimidate patrons. Whether out of stupidity, ignorance, or whatever else these two thought would be more important than guarding their livelihood. Of course, being enrolled in Dark Ops, there wasn't much that could outright scare the duo. ”

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 “ ; Tryo offered a simple gesture over to his comrade whom was seated a seat down from him.
"So ... How's your drink mister Angry-Pants?" Tyro chuckled, commenting on Jackal's stooped posture as he filled his mouth with the alcohol, it was only until Tyro perked his head at the speech of a rather awkward looking snow-figure and his growing argument with the obvious machine-beast within the bar.
" ... Jackal." Tyro said calmly, one hand slowly moving downwards to his hip.
"What?" Jackal returned; his voice regarding his comrade with resentment.
"Shit's going to go south." He remarked calmly, his hand finally resting on a rather large sidearm. ”

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 “ ; Tyro delivered a swift kick to the coil of nylon rope; pushing the spindling cable down nearly thirty feet from the rooftop of the bar. The Dark Ops soldiers had gained access to the rooftop, which would normally be accessible to only those whom paid top dollar. Tyro, unfortunately, wasn't the highest roller within Gambits.
"Alright, not too high up for you, 'eh?" He inquired, speaking toward his counterpart.

Jackal, equipped with his typical MR-92 Nano-Rifle and a contingent of other weaponry, hauled himself over the cable that guaranteed their access to the top floor. Upon fixing his gaze on the other cable running down the side of the building, the Scatterran gave a brutish growl.
"More rapelling? Sonuvabitch." ”

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 “ ; Tyro delivered a sour punch to Jackal's shoulder as he approached the nylon rope, his own length of nylon being quickly thrown over the railing of the balcony and descending the near same distance as Tyro's. Then came the obvious task of rigging themselves onto the rope and securing the length to the railing; once completed the duo had arranged themselves on the outer perimeter of the railing. With several distinct clicks and quick noises, the two soldiers had effectively transfered weaponry. Tyro brandishing a snub-nosed CHR Hybrid Rifle and Jackal equipped with dual M56 Laskhav's.
"You sure Halo in there?" Inquired Jackal, a small amount of disbelief in his statement.
"You know how these Halos are -- hide in all the nooks and crannies. Just gotta' put enough rounds downrange." Tyro remarked with a rather bloodthirsty voice before beginning the descent down the sheer face of the bar. ”

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 “ ; Tyro and Jackal had entered through a broken window on the third floor. Of course, they hadn't found it that way. A loud and monstrous bang would be heard as the 40 millimeter grenade fired from the under-barrel launcher of Tyro's Hybrid Rifle created a rather large maw in the front face of the building. Within seconds of entering the bar, the distinct din and crack of rifle fire could be heard upstairs; occurring in rapid bursts and prolonged rattles as Tyro and Jackal systematically began the whole-sale slaughter of any in their sights. ”

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 “ ; Tyro, fresh from slinging a three round burst across the chest of a man brandishing a rather intimidating umbrella, furrowed his brow beneath the HUD-Mask.
"These aren't the guys we're supposed to kill -- these aren't the guys we're supposed to kill!" Tyro shouted harshly before unleashing another burst into the chest of a man stepping from a doorway. The powerful, hybrid-rounds of the CHR were capable of delivering a powerful kinetic strike while also being combined with the properties and advantages of a plasma or directed energy weapon, effectively bridging the gap between firepower.
"No time, Tyro -- Guns guns guns!" Jackal shouted as he spun to a crouch and released the dual Lashkav's from his grip, wrapping his hands around the stocky nose of an MR-16 and brandishing it at the shoulder while aiming for the stairway leading downwards. ”

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 “ ; Tyro and Jackal quickly descended the stairs to the second floor, maneuvering their way through several screaming hotel-goers as they realized that the masked gunmen were following closely behind them. While neither Tyro or Jackal fired, they two pointed their weapons forward and unleashed a devastating blitz of automatic fire that sliced through the running patrons and impacted the access to the second floor; nearly striking a man whom had been foolish enough to produce a target from the corner.
"Guns guns guns!" Tyro shouted. ”

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 “ ; Tyro, being the most forward of the duo, was taken by surprise as first several rounds impacted the area nearby before quickly being followed by directed energy. Tyro, in his usual unprofessional demeanor, offered a gracious burst of Hybrid Rifle fire down the hallway toward the stairs; the heavy caliber rounds of the rifle would tear anything it came in contact with, and any nearby would be washed with heat from the activation of the plasma-gel within the cartridge.
"Shit -- We've got incoming!" Tyro shouted before sending a boot into a nearby door and assuming cover. Jackal, bearing his own rifle, unleashed a quick ten round burst downrange before quickly following behind Tyro.
"Dammit -- we gave 'em too much time!" ”

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 “ ; Tyro allowed only a single look out from his rigged protection in the well of the doorway; the solitary dull blue 'eye' of the HUD-mask given a single glimpse to the others before quickly withdrawing into the darkness of the hotel room.
"Shit ... Aschies." Tyro said calmly, not caring to mention the portable shield down-range. Quickly loading a single 40 millimeter grenade into the under barrel launcher and loaded the weapon; which was easily capable of annihilating the portable shield, and severely injuring anything that might be nearby.
"Let's hope they have insurance!" Jackal shouted as he slid outward from his cover, taking one knee before unleashing a torrent of 10 millimeter rounds downrange at the portable shield, which would be quickly followed by the 40 millimeter charge, fired from Tyro. ”

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 “ ; Tyro ditched the conductive casing left behind from the 40 millimeter grenade and allowed it to clang upon the ground before quickly rolling himself backwards into the door. Jackal followed something of the same pattern; yet this time withdrawing the MR-92 from his back and activating a powerful thermal scanner within the HUD-Mask.
"Guns guns guns, Tyro." Jackal remarked, Tyro quickly breaking from his cover in time to catch the rolling figure of a plasma grenade. The device, not necessarily capable of choosing whether to detonate or not, could work both ways. With a hollow chuckle Tyro plucked the grenade from the floor and gingerly tossed it back down the stairwell before residing himself in the cover of another hotel room.
"Bang bang bang, Jackal!" ”

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 “ ; Tyro, obviously preoccupied with the objective of this entire fiasco, gave a coarse shout over the shower of the sprinkler system and the crackling flames that had been left behind following the grenade detonation.
"I found it! Found it! Found it! Found it!" Tyro said boastfully, quickly descending upon a rather large box laid across a bed in the hotel room he had sought refuge in following his toss-back with the grenade.
"God bless Heavy Weaponry!" Tyro shouted, obviously speaking of the Scatterran Hybrid-Weapon within the box. It looked something akin to a multi-barreled minigun; with which Tyro held tightly with two hands.
"Guns guns guns!" He cackled. ”

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 “ ; Jackal had quickly removed himself from cover, and knelt at the sight of Tyro trundling down the hallway brandishing the heavy weapon from the hip. The obviously alien construct glowed with a faint blue shimmer as the internals of the weapon created a deadly concoction of gelatinous plasma that would be implanted into the kinetic shells and fired; it was unknown how anyone in the bar had managed to get their hands on an ancient, however deadly, Calcenian weapon. But it was obvious that whomever the soldiers acted on wanted it.
"Jesus Christ Tyro, that thing is insane." Jackal said calmly as Tyro took the first set of stairs, leaving Jackal to cover their escape.
"And it's all mine!" Tyro commanded proudly. ”

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 “ ; The duo, fresh from their victory within the bar, had taken refuge atop the roof of the building directly adjacent the street.
"Holy ... shit." Tyro gurgled as he rolled himself over the lip of the rooftop, hoisting the Calcenian weapon from one hand to the other and laying it across the gravel top of the roof. Jackal, quickly behind Tyro, still held the MR-16 in one hand before finally reaching his own resting place atop the roof.
"How ... in the world ... did we manage to survive that?" ”

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 “ ; Tyro continued to laugh horsely as he lay across his back, his glance occasionally gracing the Calcenian construct beside him with an eager glance across the dull metal of the weapon.
"So ... the question is now ... who the fuck got their hands on this?" Tyro requested, breathing often and quickly as he hauled himself to his feet. ”

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 “ ; Jackal, whom had taken a much more ready position at the corner of the roof, pushed the stock of the Nano-Rifle into his shoulder and peered through the scope, training the crosshairs on several patrons of the bar.
"Well, it's obviously not the Aschies -- They wouldn't know what to do if they got a piece of the Callie pie." Jackal retorted, his gaze fixing on the chest of the woman whom had dared to advance upon the two Dark Ops within the tavern.
"We could've blown that place to hell and back ... " ”