h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

[MaW] I'm not happy per se, but I am rather pleased that I remembered to wear a bullet-proof groin protector today.

* he kicks Ranmafreak in the ribs, just to show how he feels about being shot at *

*Marshal dives into the room, twin Ingrams blazing. Not one bullet misses. Craxus and MaW are gunned down... or they should have been. Craxus looks at the stinging sores left on his torso. Safety Rounds. They hurt, but don't kill.*
[Marshal] Crap! What kind of dumbass has guns but no real bullets!? Next time, I use my own Armoury...

*Isard wacks MaW hard with the cattleprod, delivering a 20,000 volt electric charge to his leg. MaW should be in large in amounts of pain right about now.*

Terran drop your gun

*Isard poises the cattleprod to wack Terran in the hip while still pointing his desert eagle at him...and eats another doughnut from the replicator in his mask*

*Marshal takes out his VIPER 145, and inserts a clip of Inferno shells. The gun whirrs as its Barrel widens to accomodate the larger ammunition.*
[Marshal] Alright, let's all play nice... Each of these bullets has enough napalm to turn you into charcoal, and I've got six of them.

[Yar arrives from what appears to be a bathroom]

[Yar] Hmm, I guess that "portal" trick /does/ work. [to Marshal] How are we doing?

*Without people noticing Craxus he changes his clip to an armor percing clip. Craxus rolls over from being on the floor and shoots all in the clip at Isard's chest. In a split second he changes back to his normal bullets with a regenerative clip and fires rapidly at Marshal.*

*Marshal drops, and fires...
SHADOOM!! The entire room is engulfed in flame. Napalm sticks and burns to every possible surface.*
[Marshal] Don't say I didn't warn you... Now, where's the Mech hanger...

*charges though the flaming wreckage wielding claymore. Brings the sword down hard cleaving isard's cattle prod in two.*

About time I become a more active villian

GOD IT!!!!!!!!! Craxus you sun of a ! that hurt alot!

*Luckily for Isard his personal deflector shield and his armor slowed the bullets enough that they merely got penetrated half an inch into his chest muscle. and the napalm is causing quite a bit of sweat to pour from every pore in his body, if it weren't for his deflector shield, he would have boiled by now.*

*Isard empties his clip into Terran's chest and then dives under Terran's quivering legs and picks up the GBG. He wheel's the GBG around and fires the last shot of it's insanely large (in size, not capacity) clip at Craxus's chest. the 3/4 foot long milk bottle of a shell casing flies accross the room as Isard drops the empty magazine into his lap. He draws another of the boxes out of his backpack and none too gently jams it into the GBG. the blue paint on the side of the box tells Isard that he just loaded high velocity/ armor peircing rounds (1600 meters persecond instead of just 1250 meters per second)*

*again he aims the gun at Craxus fires another round at his chest.*

*Isard aims the GBG at Scullock and fires a round through the claymore, breaking the blade off at the hilt*

Face down on the ground now!

*Isard aims the GBG threateningly at Scullock's chest*

Face down or the next shot splits you in two!

*Pulls out high velocity sniper rifle and fires a shot directly into the barrel of isard's gun.*

*Scullock's bullet hit the tip of the the high velocity/armor peircing round and did nothing (as what it hit was a 5 inch long hunk of depleted uranium and not an explosive shell). Isard fired the round straight into Skullock's chest.*

*Marshal sprinted down the hall. He followed the signs, leaving the confused melee behind.
[=> Mech Hanger =>]*
[Marshal] I can't be far off now...

*Collapses*

*With a desperate attempt to do something presses the overload button on Rocket Launcher. Only Terran can over ride it. Terran slips in to unconciousness*

[Marshal] Now where!?
[CPU] Second Left.
[Marshal] Thanks.
*Runs on.*

Terran, I do appoligise for interupting but could you meet me in the senior officers quarters for a quick word?

Regards British

*Isard gets up off of the ground and walks over to the uncouncouis Terran, he breaks his arms and then ties him up with some really strong rope. he then puts the rocket launcher on Terran's chest as it counts down to self destruction.*

*Isard then wonders in the general direction of the Mech assembly area. After three doughnuts, for his nerves, he takes a water bottle from his backpack and slurps on the straw, it is very strong coffee, also for his nerves. then he checks his map of the facitlity (provided by his constant up-link with the Terranic military data-base) and heads down the quickest path to the Mech Assembly area.*

*Stays unconscious*

*Lies broken and bruised on the ground. Death isn't faraway.*

*Marshal smiles as the Wrist-CPU deciphers the lock codes, and allows him access to the Mech Hanger Munitions Store. He checks the rrom out.*
[Marshal] Let's see... SRM 12 Anti-Mech rockets; 60mm Machine-guns; FRR Class III Pulse Lasers; LRM 15 Tank-Hunter missiles; Thermic Lances; Gauss Cannon... Sweet stuff. Now, let's head on through...
*Types in his access code for the Mech Hanger.*
BZZT!! ACCESS DENIED!
[Marshal] Damn! This could take a while...