Hn. So there are no spare Yellow Eco rounds, but extra weapons and ammunition on 07, for those who haven't figured it out. They're certainly NOT the caliber I'm used to, but they'll do.
[A ReDead screeches, terminated abruptly by gunfire. The bullet report is noticeably different from the type heard earlier from his comm. But then -
Click.
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[Scuffle.]
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Sounds like you got cocky, Mr. Erol.
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It's what I DO, Akagi. You're - the same - AAH!
[Dead air.]
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Shit.
[On one hand, it's Erol. On the other, not even Erol deserves to get dragged away to a fate worse than death.
She takes off toward the fray.]
// Come on. //
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// Yes, Major. //
[And he's covering behind her, crushing the occasional pirate, making sure nothing is on her back except for his watchful gaze.]
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Ghk - GET OFF ME!
[The Krimzon Guard's struggles were impressive; he twisted and fought and bit, but the ReDeads were impervious to pain, tougher than any human, didn't collapse when his spike or knife tore through a jugular or an eye. They just kept going, while his strength ebbed as his oxygen supply was constricted. He'd stopped them from getting a genuine sleeper hold, but there was still one wrapped around his neck, and his windpipe was constricted just enough to make a difference...]
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The Major clears her sidearm and drops the one strangling Erol with a headshot. Then a second--and the slide locks forward, the magazine empty. She tosses the useless weapon aside and continues her sprint right into the middle of the fight.]
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Erol! You alright? Please say you alright!
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GET OFF ME!!!
[Gunfire.]
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[Oh God, what's going on, what's happening, is he alright? He must be alright. He must be.]
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Uhf -
[Erol grunts as Batou punts him, and everything is drowned out for a moment by crazed gunfire. The elf grumbles as he rights himself and catches his breath.]
Yes, yes. Fine. No thanks to that - nhf - Mardamned cyborg...
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