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#2012-02-15 21:13:00, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton swaggered into the bar, his eyes looking around for a suitable partner. Drinking, flirting, fucking, it didn't matter which. He was a gregarious sort, so he decided to start with the first one, as it could lead to either of the other two if he played his cards right.

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#2012-02-15 21:15:06, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton settled his gaze on Aerilyn behind the bar, and crossed the room towards her with long, confident strides. "Hey, where's everyone for Happy Hour? I realize you can't afford to advertise what with all the fighting, but come on! I'll even buy for you and we can drink together."

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#2012-02-15 21:23:14, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton sighed. "I can understand that. I've heard what happens here. Everyone does. Still, the only other bar in town is a trap those frakkin' Aschen use to fund their terrorism, and I need a goddamn drink." He flashed one of his smiles, the kind he knew would change a female's mood for the better. "Seeing as you're behind the bar and I'm not, it made sense that you were the tender. My bad. Usually, bouncers are out and about, the better to get to the unpleasant ones."

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#2012-02-15 21:28:33, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton grinned and held out a hand. "Terrance." He then withdrew it and looked around for a while before seeing the touch-screen order menu. "Well, that explains a lot. I can see how you wouldn't have room in the budget for a flesh and bones tender. Just one more liability when shit goes down, though a good one is damn fun to watch." He punched in an order for a Corona with lime, and within seconds started sipping it. "I always start off with this to remind myself how bad this shit really is."

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#2012-02-15 21:37:11, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton made a face halfway through the bottle. "Well, you know as well as anyone that alcohol messes up your judgement. So I use this to get me started and to remind me that the next ones should be more pleasant experiences. My mind may not remember, but my body will. Plus, the taste means I drink it slower, which means I drink less overall."

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#2012-02-15 21:43:17, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton looked over at the newcomer. "Water? Either you're underage or you're just looking to get out of the rain. Besides, apparently the tender is offline or something. Maintenance happens." He took another swig of Corona, and made another face. It was rather amusing how he managed to find a new way to silently express his disgust each time, or so he thought to himself.

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#2012-02-15 21:47:46, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton just now decided it would be a good idea to produce his ID for the security worker. His affiliation with the elite Terran military organization known as TETRS could be clearly seen on the holo-tag.

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#2012-02-15 21:59:17, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton smiled and finished the rest of the Corona. "Not just working for it. Working my ass off to get those Ass-chen and U-cunts off of our pile of rocks. They have how many other planets to fight over between them, and yet every time we're caught in the crossfire?"

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#2012-02-15 22:04:15, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton grinned. "I don't know about them, but I know what I'm gonna do. Blow up their bases and then fuck the widows. You mention my next one was free, right? Okay...make it something local."

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#2012-02-15 22:09:31, as written by LawOfTheLand

"You think I'm kidding? Aerilyn, you should see what I can do with some random chemicals and ten minutes of free time." He finished the Corona, then ordered a locally produced specialty. As she had promised, on the house.

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#2012-03-07 04:44:27, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton was a little late to the party, but that was only because he had to strap on his ANDEE suit. As part of the elite organization known as TETRS, he was one of the finest the planet had to offer in its own defense. And god damn it if he was going to let those Aschen terrorists fuck up everyone's happy hour. Due to the suit's Muteki gel layer, he was completely ignorant of the irritant's effects, though it did make lining up shots tough. "Son of a bitch, when are you Ass-chen gonna leave these people alone? They just wanted a drink, and you gave them a dose of pepper gas, how about I shove my boot up your ass?"

Hey. That rhymed. He would have to remember that for next time.

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#2012-03-07 04:54:24, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton dove behind the nearest convenient cover...the bar itself. So what if the tender would have yelled at him, it's not like she could have put two words together in this pepper gas. "Of course. Ass-chins would never want to discuss anything over tea and crumpets." He couldn't toss a frag due to the high civ concentration, nor could he risk firing even a short burst into the clouds. Besides, he knew that as much as this armor protected him, it also made him a high-value target. Even a thrown bottle would be enough to get him made into a POW...this fucking sucked. "Mayday, mayday, mayday! This is Vandal, I'm pinned down, requesting all available backup! There's a Romeo in my AO, at least five bogeys and a lot of civs!"

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#2012-06-21 05:59:52, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton picked up the signal. "Vandal reporting in. I've arrived at the target coordinates. Standing by for further instructions, over."

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#2012-06-21 06:38:53, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton breathed rather heavily. All his life, all he had seen was explosions and Terrans being caught in the crossfire of countless wars. Now, he was so close to repaying the favor, he could almost taste the juices of the women he would go down on after he came back from this mission, to the point of idly licking his lips. "Yeah, Caesar, I got 'em. That armor ain't nothin' but a tin can that a nice big boom can crack open. I go right through their ranks, plant the charges in the chaos, then watch the fireworks. Hehehe."

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#2012-06-21 07:08:42, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton grinned. Not expecting? Hell, they probably weren't expecting a war-torn backwater planet to even be capable of fielding this sort of advanced technology. Surprise had always been his favorite weapon, though he usually restricted it to members of the opposite sex, and even then in the bedroom. Setting off a sonic boom as he took off along with Caesar, he executed his part of the plan as well, planting a CN charge right in the path of the enemy infantry advance as instructed before blasting off again, giving the troops on the ground a taste of his Marauder assault rifle from the air like some kind of futuristic, Rule 63-afflicted Valkyrie.

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#2012-06-21 07:25:18, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton followed the first lesson of Sensei ~~Piccolo~~ Caesar. Using the maneuverability afforded by the sub-sonic speeds he was using to strafe the enemy lines, he ~~tapped Z twice~~ did a barrel roll, twisting his body out of harm's way, if harm took the form of a bright blue beam. Spilling some altitude to gain airspeed, Vandal flew right at Michael Samuelle for a bone-crushing body slam, knowing that when a guy with a weapon that dangerous missed you with his first shot, you don't let him get off a second

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#2012-06-21 07:44:03, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton saw that Michael was rising to meet him. He needed to give him something to think about. He pressed the button, and the CN charge he had placed in the sand earlier went off with a satisfying thud and a huge amount of particulate before the two men clashed against each other with tremendous force. Michael had activated his forward shields to take away some of the brunt on his end, but the muteki-infused Pillar layer of the ANDEE suit offered more than sufficient protection for the Terran. As the two parties recoiled from their collision, he raised his Marauder and went full-auto on the bastard. If by some miracle the shield had held against the tackle, surely this would go through whatever was left.

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#2012-06-21 08:24:05, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton watched in horror as the rounds pinged off of Michael's armor like they were nothing. Caesar was right. Reloading was futile. He could not allow Michael to get off that second shot. When the gun clicked to register empty mag, instead of being a sitting duck and getting spaghetti-fied by the black hole, he jetted forward, wielding his rifle like a quarterstaff, blocking high to prevent the weapon from being leveled against him, followed immediately by a devastating knee to the stomach. By the time Michael got around this guard to get the business end where he wanted it, he would already have the wind knocked out of him three times over.

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#2012-06-21 08:43:04, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton signaled back. "Got a tango with some kinda black hole gun. Gotta take care of him before moving to the armor. You want thirty clicks, Caesar, you got 'em." Green bolts of disruptor volleys from the Reverence above them slammed down in a gross perversion of life-giving rain. His struggle with the armored Michael continued, as each tried to disarm the other. He had to get down there and crack open those armored transports after dispatching this rather stubborn opponent.

Get down. Crack open. Giggity.

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#2012-06-21 08:55:10, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton suddenly tumbled through the air faster than he could react as the Reverence, for lack of a better word, vanished and matter rushed to fill the resulting vacuum. Michael didn't pursue, instead looking more interested in defending the base. Gods damn it...this was all a screen for the heavy water delivery. GODS DAMN IT. Ah well, nothing like a good explosion or ten to relieve stress, he thought as he zipped among the armored carriers and piles of bodies, planting more charges and setting them all off in one glorious bloom of fire and shrapnel. It was almost as beautiful as that blonde broad that gave him a good-luck shag before he left for this mission. Almost.

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#2012-07-31 05:19:14, as written by LawOfTheLand

Terrance Verton didn't like it. But he had to do it. Screeching in at a good clip, he realized he couldn't scoop up these kids on the fly. Too dangerous...he'd snap them in half going at even half his speed, and he'd be a sitting duck for the flak rounds going off all around him if he did. "Full retreat! They've got too much armor storming down the main avenue...what the fuck? Kids 2 clicks ahead of them?" He opened an emergency channel to the leader of the unit. "Hold your fire! There are unarmed civilians 2 clicks in front of your current position! Repeat, hold your fire until they're cleared out!"

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[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHwqOVJjWnw]As spoken by a narrator with a voice such as this....[/url]
1970-01-01 00:00:00 by Nemo
Posting order: Crow, Nemo, Saa, Qb, Patch
1970-01-01 00:00:00 by Nemo

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#2012-12-23 07:53:05, as written by Nemo

When we last left our heroes (the Terran Militia), they'd just arrived on the scene of a disaster. An entire skyscraper had been mysteriously brought to the ground, trapping hundreds of innocent civilians beneath mountains of debris. As rescue operations began, the militiamen were unsuspectingly assailed by the madman responsible for the tragedy... the evil supervillian known only as Hatchet!

The fighting was quick and fierce! Attacking my ambush, Hatchet quickly wounded Patchi Boy before being intercepted by Derrick Rose on a mounted turret. Hatchet's counter attack was defended against by Anodyne and Onigiri; the two warriors quickly assuming formation next to their fellow militiaman! The lines are drawn and three Terran heroes are making a valiant stand against a superpowered monster! With Ezrael and Vegeshin away from the fight, can our four brave militiamen stop this cruel beast's rampage once and for all?

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1970-01-01 00:00:00 by Remæus

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#2012-12-23 08:39:14, as written by Mr. Crow

The monster was directed toward the rest of the group. Its red skull was as the needle-tip of a compass, which claimed the next objective. The armored woman had been knocked away. The creature stood still, for just a moment. Its stature was above all present beings in the current vicinity. Though, the falling snow ceased not. Upon the first minutes descension, the black skin of the mosnter retained miniscule patches of white on its shoulders.

This less than serene environment was met with more chaos, as the creature leapt toward the collapsed spine of the fallen skyscraper. His body was a black blur, from one spot to the other. He landed on the side of the building, which was now its top. He was on higher ground. The impact caused for the steel to warp. Wasting no time, the creature began to sprint to the edge of the building. Loud cracks and thumps echoed, as his feet hit the glass and steel with every step.

Suddenly, it dove down toward the oppressors. Such a graceful dive, as he flipped and curled into a ball. A five hundred pound mass was falling seven stories from the air, headed straight for the APC, and gaining speed. Whatever body it hit would surely be crushed.

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#2012-12-24 05:22:27, as written by Nemo

Onigiri wasted no time pursuing the monster as it raced up the side of the fallen skyscraper. He followed close behind the beast, converse-laden feet blurring gracefully along the shattered glass and mangled steel of the ruined tower. For a moment, he seemed to be sprinting directly up the side of the building, vertically.

And then Hatchet jumped. The Taiyou watched with wide-eyes as the mutant leaped from high ground, sparing a quick glance down at the creature's point of impact. Rose's car. The man would be crushed.

"Chikushō!" the fighter spat, the gruff tone of his voice easily identifying whatever he'd said as some vulgar profanity. Judging the distance between himself and Hatchet and timing the rate of his fall, Onigiri would launch himself off of the cliff of the tower, attempting to intercept Hatchet in mid-air before he could connect with the ground. Onigiri's timing would be perfect. Unless stopped beforehand, he would meet the monster in the snowy skies, a ki-fist charged and ready.

"Kutabare!" Onigiri roared, attempting to drive the energized fist directly into Hatchet's jaw. The energy behind the strike, strong enough to dent the side of an armored tank, would at least be enough to alter the direction of Hatchet's plummet, likely sending the monster spiraling off into another nearby building. There would be a great deal of pain, too. Had Hatchet been a normal man, the attack would have broken every bone in his face, if not flat-out detach his head from his neck.

Assuming Onigiri was successful, he would land gracefully, a small crater forming around his feet as they hit the asphalt. He looked towards his friends, fury ripe on his face.

"Ii kagen ni shiro!" he barked, "go! Finish that monster!"

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