We Are Our Avatars III (Ended!)
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@Ven: might as well... Using an original character that hasnt a clue about anybody else.
WA9 looked at the ground, staring at Rose. And once again, I'm alone... A fitting piece of my life I guess.
WA9 looked at the ground, staring at Rose. And once again, I'm alone... A fitting piece of my life I guess.
OOC: Lets see who remembers then (If they read it last thread) before I start are we just in an area of countryside?
A low hum and a fizz. A flash of light in the sky. A ship, maimed and about the size of a van streaks across the sky, smoking. The pilot is frantically trying to level the descent but it is futile and it plummets into the earth, scraping across a grass field before knocking over several trees at the edge of the forest and coming to a stop. The pilot is shaken within and tries to gather himself as the smoke becomes fire.
WA9 sees the smoke. Quickly growing her armor around herself, she took off to the source of the smoke.
"Fuck" Greg says as he rolls out of the seat, clutching his arm. His USC armour is tarnished and torn. He stumbles through the wreck coughing in the smoke, he wasn't going to give in this easily, not after what Pa went through for him. He starts kicking at the door, trying to break the loose bulkhead and escape as the instruments in the cockpit indicated an immenint explosion.
WA9 saw the ship and the banging door. Taking out her gunblade weapon, she slashed at the door, cutting it open.
Smoke continued to pour it. "Anyone in there?" she asked, in her usual monotone voice.
Smoke continued to pour it. "Anyone in there?" she asked, in her usual monotone voice.
Greg falls out coughing, an assualt rifle was slung over his shoulder. He hits the ground. "What in the wo-" he stops when he sees WA9. He scrambles to his feet, as he tries to bring the gun to bear he slips over and fumbles around, standing back up and aiming the weapon. "Identify yourself." He says in his heavily accented voice.
"WA9, experimental subject of the Crusaders... And now yourself." she said, pointing her gunblade at the man, voice still monotone
Greg's breathing was laboured because of the smoke. His right arm twinged as he lowered the weapon so it hung from the strap. "Sergeant Gregory Heart Ma'am, United Sol Colonies fleet. Reg 23324-" Before he could finish the first explosion from the ship knocked him from his feet and he landed with the wind knocked out of him from the shockwave.
WA9 walked over to Greg. Although she usually distrusted men, this one was definitively hurt. She looked around the landscape. Nothing within reach. She extended a hand to him, to help him up.
Greg grunted and looked at the hand. "Thank you kindly" he said accepting the hand, he reached with his right arm but then pain struck and it fell back and his eye twinged. He held his left hand instead.
She grabbed his hand, helping him up. "What exactly happened to make you fall out of the sky like that?"
Hn. Steady WA9, I haven't a clue on his intentions...[sub]just yet[/sub]
Hn. Steady WA9, I haven't a clue on his intentions...[sub]just yet[/sub]
"Look ma'am. I could answer yer questions all day but that ship will explode again so I wanna be as far away as possible." he says dusting himself off. He checks his Sergeant chevrons and they are torn aswell, he scoffs as he batters as much burned material of as he can while he turns to move away from the ship.
"Fair enough. There is a city close by, London I believe. Come if you wish." she says, walking back to the city.