MoreBeer at 00:31, 2 September 2015

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 :'''{{#var:754|HK-47 (754)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;HK-47's processors are /burning/ with what must certainly be anger at having been damaged and at the sight of his query moving to escape. Indignant rage pours through him - he let his guard down and they slipped through his grasp! He readies his rifle, ready to pursue them to the ends of this world- <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But then, suddenly, the sounds of sirens in the distance hits the droid's audio-receptors, and he realizes, much to his frustration, that they have all overstayed their welcome. Enraging as it was... he would have to give up the hunt. For now. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; However, if there was one consolation, it's that this wasn't a total loss. He could have sworn he picked up a familiar cloaking signature leaving the estate - one that he remembered seeing during his one-time mission with Soundwave, though with his damaged lenses, he couldn't be sure if it was the same being he worked with. If it was though, then it was a safe bet to say that the plans for the prototype were in Confederate hands... though whether Matigora, if it was in fact her, would share them was another thing entirely. He would have to wait and see. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For now, though, the droid reluctantly shouldered his rifle, his one undamaged eye glaring hatefully at the fleeing female meatbags as they pulled away from the smoldering site of the battle. He also noted one of the Union forces - the female in armor bearing Stark Enterprises colors - leaving with one of their own. An alliance, perhaps? Something else that bore watching - he filed it away beside the faces of the two females who had escaped them. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He would meet at least one of them again - of that, he was sure... and when he did, he would make sure he excised their legs /before/ he took his time dismantling their squishy frames piece by peace - though he would leave them their arms. After all, it was never any fun if they didn't put up some form of challenge before their inevitable deaths. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that in mind, the droid pulls away, slinking into the woods and out of sight as emergency response vehicles approached, already thinking on what his next mission would be.<br> <br>
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MoreBeer at 00:31, 2 September 2015

MoreBeer: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2015/08/28 |Location=Brasilia-13 |Synopsis=The Union responds to a newly-unified world, seeking to arrest a notorious arms dealer. The Confe..."