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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:58 pm
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being ignored, moira felt unneeded, extra baggage. as much as she wanted to join in, she didn't want to get beat up later. with a small and slightly sad smile as moira thought about what this made her think of, she patted them both on the back gently, hanging her arms around their shoulders real quickly before backing off "well, im obviously not needed, and you guys are doing fine...so ill go. see ya..." she said, heading back to where she had left her weapons, and went looking around for something to fix or destroy that needed whichever.
coming across a piece of equipment left for useless in the equivalent of a junk yard, moira's eye lit up and she went to grab it before stopping "hm...it still has a few main pieces that are operational...what the hell?" she wondered as she looked around it carefully, watching her step and what she touched. "uh huh...damn. hope this isn't from jorghson just because i was a year ahead yet four years behind..." she muttered, looking around and wincing as she poked at the equipment and jumped back.
a small explosion went off and could be barely felt as things rattled a bit if not held down
flung about a hundred and fifty yards away, moira groaned as she raised a hand to her helmet. taking danger status, she was satisfied that nothing was coming in slow, or as broken. "damn, bet it was that b*****d..." she cursed, feeling bruised and slightly sore but otherwise fine as she jogged back. shaking her head since the equipment was still there, she looked around...and saw elites "damn...!" she did an emergency hook up to archangel's helmet "you missed a few...looks like a half dozen crashed in the junk and are now just waking up from beddy by" she said grimly as shots could be heard. four shots and four other explosions as the elites' bodies were exploded upon death. noises of a scuffle could be heard, along with cursing and sounds of exertion
using her "bare" hands to hold one of the elites off of her, she kicked all the weapons that fell from it away, and hopefully away from the other one. she was covered in good and soot, and her face under the helmet was in an ugly snarl as she cursed at the elites in technical coding language...making a grunt sound of effort moira swung a leg under the elite and SHOVED it off of her with her foot. before it could react she followed its path and balanced on her hands to lift on foot for balance as she spun-kicked the thing back low to the ground "damn!" scrabbling for a weapon, any weapon she came across one of the elite guns. looking at it for a moment moira got a rough idea of what was what "huh...universal?"
staying low to the ground and supporting her arm, moira aimed at the recovering elite and shot it with the needles in its own weapon. looking hurriedly around the thing moira decided it had more shots in it...or another shot. she blasted the elite again to be sure, since her aim with the thing wasn't one she was going to count on. tackled from behind she was pinned under the last elite and she struggled as it pressed down harder. getting an idea she went limp as her head was knocked against some rubbish...and her radio died "oh s**t..." moira whispered, her face covered in sweat. she felt the elite cautiously release her and step away, but before she oculd move something was stuck on top of her and she heard and tracked the other elite as it looked for its own weapon. scanning the area frantically, moira found a risky approach...toss something at it. pinned under the desk-shaped item, she scanned it and mentally thought up of her version of physics to see how it could fly. a clicking sound told her she had no time to lose and she shut her eyes and sent a short sort of prayer that this would would. as the weapon hummed, moira twisted her hands and feet into the proper position, and TWISTED her side upwards to launch the desk towards the elite. she heard a BUMPH as it hit, and she rolled to hopefully avoid the needler weapon if it went off. it did, but she was a little too slow; she got three in her arm and one in her calf. "s**t!" she yelled, feeling it pierce through her armor since it was at hardly more than three yards. panting, moira shook her head slowly as she felt the entry points go numb "no way in HELL am i going down..." she snarled, grabbing the nearest item by her right side, surprised when it was the sniper they had given her for the last mission "perfect" she snarled as she one-handedly shot the last elite, shooting until she was sure the elite was dead...then shooting the rest of the clip into an SOS. then she collapsed and lost consciousness (didn't want to make it too easy for her by herself d: did i do ok?)
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 11:23 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 2:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 2:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 3:38 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:53 pm
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moira shook her head and coughed as she came to afterwards, the doctor's job finished with the quick tape over the cuts and the shot against the paralyzing poison. taking a deep breath, moira winced at the dents in her suit "i dont have enough money to have them fix this..." she muttered, unaware archangel could hear her. snorting in amusement at herself, she seemed to just notice him. silent for a moment, moira shook her head "thanks again...and no, im not; thought it was a mean joke from another SPARTAn ahead of me who might STILL be in training, even after the year since ive been waiting for my first assignment..." she said ruefully, her tone sounding a little quieter but otherwise not too much different than from her normal voice. getting up, she winced since the needled HAD gone pretty deep, just luckily missing bone and arteries. waving at the doctor, who just shook his head since he recognized the suit from her getting into scrapes before, he left, knowing if she decided she could stand she would damn well stand whether it was a good idea or not. moira kept waving until the falcon had left, then promptly sat back down "the bastards better not have ruined that equipment...damn them" she said, not realizing her comm was out. frowning, she tried to run schematics and the visor came to life reluctantly and in fits and starts. pounding the metal below her in frustration, moira turned her head to look at the dent and facepalmed.
hand running down her face she saw the radio was down as well as the temperature regulator. sighing, moira took the suit off, giving a quick shiver as the air touched her naturally darker skin. rummaging around, she facepalmed again and looked at riku sheepishly as she sat back down next to the suit sitting like a doll on the ground "i forgot, im not wearing a coverall anymore...no pockets for quick-fix tools....damn" she near-whispered mildly, shaking her head in amused condescension at herself. looking at the suit, she sighed "damn"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:56 pm
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moira's eye almost bugged out as her jaw dropped "you have no idea..." she muttered, obviously impressed. quickly looking up in surprise at rayne's comment, she blinked as a look of sympathy was on her face "must have been bad, if you're deciding to be nice to me..." she said lightly, trying to joke away rayne's tears. she slowly stood, arms out like to hug but also like questioning support "what happened?" she asked quietly, ignoring the tools to hesitantly then firmly rest her hands around rayne's upper arms as she looked determinedly at rayne's eyes, a sternness people rarely saw in her. until she felt she was overstepping her boundaries but was determined to do something anyways. like now, for example...clearly to her something was wrong, her superior was crying; sure she had been yelled at and chewed out by this strong lady, but...she was crying, and moira was determined to give support
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:07 pm
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