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- It's a quiet day initially in city seventeen after two solid weeks of intensified attacks on officers and narrowly surviving a bombing attempt on your APC a week earlier you find everything has gone south first an explosion off in the distance followed by two bio-signal losses before you can wrap your head around what the fuck is going on you're the last standing ground unit in this part of the city fending off hordes of insurgents as your fellow protection units lay mutilated and slain next to you armed with your MP7A1 and manning your tower you have to hold out until Overwatch arrives....whenever that *Might* be. -
-The distant wail of an autonomous judgement waiver is heard....my god the day has finally come-
you begin to notice that figures begin running towards you initially still dazed by the sudden chaos your daze is quickly broken as gunfire erupts and distant shouting can be heard getting closer and closer, trapped on this fucking tower that prick JURY-10 Ordered you to man you have no choice but to return fire and hold for as long as you can....
- Attention! Ground units, Code Sacrifice is now in effect! -
<::Ripcord! Ripcord!::>
Ammo running low.....
Suddenly a massive force rocks me as if a giant picked me up and threw me...
A great fall and a mighty crash onto the cold concrete.
I've taken a few shots at this point...I think? I can't feel below my chest it feels like...cold fire...
I can't move now....I can't even think right....think …I'm sorry mo-
- After what felt like an eternity finally....a bio-signal loss is heard and you're greeted with darkness and silence as sensations and sounds of gunfire begin to slip away as if off into a distant world somewhere that it never really mattered.... -
<:: Unit xxxx- Deserviced! ::>
<: Protection team member...your family cohesion is preserved! ::>
"You uh....really shouldn't steal from the dead ya know?"
"Who the fuck cares? He's not gonna need it where he's going!"
"Old superstition I guess better not to mess with the unknown..."
"I don't care about your voodoo witch doctor crap I want that motherfuckers gear..."
" -A deep sigh is heard- "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Let's go I'll need your help tending to the others.."
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