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mayfield_rpg2012-06-15 11:41 pm
walking_nuke) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-06-15 11:41 pm
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DEPLOYMENT 19: Mech Warrior
[On the morning right before the Blackwing Project virus is unleashed, Balin gets his own package in the mail, sitting right by the mailbox. He picks it up to take a look at it, realizing quickly just how heavy it is, and setting it back down again just a few steps onto the driveway.]
[If it's this heavy, it's got to be some kind of hardware he had back on the front lines ... but the town's already given him back his Series 3 shotgun, which means—]
[Balin promptly starts opening the package right then and there, tearing it open almost like a kid on Christmas. Then he puts on what's inside—pieces of armored plate and underlayers, fitting right over his usual PT uniform. Boots excepted, of course—he swaps those out with the armored ones in the package.]
[Neighbors or passerby on the street might see him putting it on—and of course, so will the housemates, since he'll be going back inside the house to take care of a few last things before heading off to work.]
[Balin's feeling a lot more like his usual self now that he has his Mech Armor suit back, and it shows. He's wearing it everywhere he goes today, whether it's working at the construction yard or on his daily physical training regimen. For anyone who's met him before—especially back during the memory corruption—Balin carries himself in a more confident way as he goes about his business.]
[When the Blackwing virus shows itself, though, it's back to business.]
[He'd heard Ciel's phone call about it, but this time, he's not going to trust Caesar to the battle nun's care. With more of his hardware and Logos Abilities in his possession than last year, Balin's a lot more confident in his ability to hold ground against something so infectious. This kind of thing is, after all, exactly why he spent so much time trying to make homebrew Claymore mines.]
[But while he does have a number of usable prototypes on hand, neither he nor Quinn have had the time to work out a control system for selectively detonating the mines from a single location. He also doesn't have the blasting supplies on hand, which means ...]
[Balin's decided to take a risk while the outbreak is in its relatively early stages to try and get blasting caps and supplies from the construction yard for rigging up to the makeshift mines he'd built at the house. He's almost certain that the town's going to turn into a war zone very quickly, which is why he's armed, armored, and dangerous. Care to prove him right?]
[The Blackwing zombies may retain enough tactical skill to set up ambushes and traps, but Balin's not about to be shown up by the undead. For the infected, Goldberg Street is a deathtrap—Balin's set up the house with the rough homebrew claymore designs he'd been building and experimenting with for the past few weeks.]
[Whether you're a survivor or an infected, you might occasionally hear the sound of a Claymore detonating every now and then if you're in the area. Or you might spot Balin using his Logos Abilities and firearms to clean up the streets. And he's probably not alone in fighting them.]
[Once it's clear that the virus has burned itself out, Balin's going to see Quinn about finishing up the perimeter defense project properly. This time though, he's going to phone ahead.]
Yo, Quinn? I gotta speak with you on somethin'. You free?
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[Balin grips his pistol with both hands again as he glances around the street. With Shepard indicating she's an officer (and a damn fine capable one at that) and his being a non-com, his inclination is to follow her direction on this one.]
Lead'a way.
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Looks like I'm going to need to get a new one.
[At least it did its job well. The area is littered with smoking corpses, and it does look like Goldberg Street might be safe for now.]
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[After it's over (for now at least) and they're standing knee deep in the freshly re-deaded dead, Balin glances over to Shepard after hearing her shotgun locking up. He hadn't been paying attention enough to see whether or not it was a model contemporary to the Fifties, or if it was something sent to her from home.]
Good thing it held out till we wiped'a floor with 'em.
[He jerks his head in the direction of 847 Goldberg.]
I got some maintenance tools at my house if you wanna try unjammin' it. Plenty of spare ammo, too.
[Curiously, though, during that half-hour battle, Balin never once reached for that monstrous triple-barreled gun mounted on his back. He just stuck to his sidearm and his Logos Abilities.]
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I'll take you up on that. I've only got this one shot gun, and it's been the one that keeps them down. I'm better with handguns, but they don't do much damage to them.
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[He turns and, motioning Shepard to follow, heads toward his house.]
I wouldn't use anything less'an a .45 that way, but I know'a town does sell 'em.
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Hopefully I can salvage this one; it was hard enough for me to buy it from the guns store. I don't want to go through that hassle again.
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[However, they don't need to wander into the house too far. In preparation for the coming days, Balin had set out some of the stockpiled ammunition boxes and maintenance tools from the basement on top of the living room coffee table. He points out a cleaning kit and set of tools in specific, sitting next to a box of buckshot rounds.]
That kit's tailor made for shotguns. I was carryin' around a store-bought one for a while before'a town sent me back my Series 3 here.
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[She sets herself down and gets to it.
While her mundane knows nothing,Shepard really seems to know the motions really well. Within a few minutes, there's the satisfying click as the shotgun un-jams.]no subject
[Balin remains standing while Shepard works, taking a glance out a window for a moment—just to make sure there's no new arrivals of the undead. Looks safe so far ...]
You said you were an officer, yeah? What service you from?
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[She keeps herself alert as well; these zombies loved using ambush tactics and sneak attacks. Who's not to say that this lull in the attack was to lure them into a sense of fake security?]
Yourself? You mentioned an AFS earlier on.
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The AFS, that's'a Army of Allied Free Sentients.
[A beat.]
It's mostly made up of whoever survived'a fall of Earth an' a few allied races we met so far.
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I don't want to be insensitive, but...what destroyed the Earth? Was it the Reapers?
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Never heard of'a Reapers, unless it's another word for'a Bane.
[And then looking to Shepard more directly, he adds:]
Galactic superpower, one race slavin' a whole bunch of other races as conscripts an' shit. That sound like 'em?
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[Between the briefings he's had and what he's personally discovered from Eloh texts, cycles have never been mentioned as far as the Bane's activity goes—though there's something else he wants to ask before he'll offer that information.]
What year is it for you?
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2014, for me. The Bane invasion of Earth happened seven years before'at.
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[With the gun now functional, she gets up and slings the shotgun over her shoulder.]
I should be going. Thanks for all the help Balin, I really appreciate it. If you need some help later, don't hesitate to call me. I might not be around though, but if I am I'll definitely answer.
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[Military protocol kicking in!]
Actually, uh—where is it you live in town? I wouldn't put it past'a guys runnin'a town to have'a lines tapped.
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I'll see you around then. Stay safe.
[And off she goes back into the fray.]
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