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

*The T.A.F.S. sits in drydock, a large cruiser. It features only two main deck guns, and a lone battery of surface-to-air and surface-to-surface missles. A large, blackened hole looms in the port side, where it is evident repairs are underway.*

cool

*The third shell fired from F108649?thread=234338&post=2830599#p2830591 lands close to the door of the drydock*

*A trickle of water begins to flow into the drydock*

*The trickle becomes a flow*

*An RPG round hits the Drydock gates, which crumble*

*The figure of skullock is running towards the ship.*

*The Ship begins to list to one side as water starts to fill the port hull. Doors begin slam shut inside, sealing out the water, and soon it is afloat, if slightly lopsided. Technicians scatter to defencive positions*

* Isard raises his Desert Eagle and fires a three round burst. The three bullets from Isard's gun fly at Skullock's heart and lungs.*

I believe I already took this attack in the the Docks thread

*Mumbles something in some language, most closely resembling latin.*

*An extreamly dense and bone chilling fog moves in making it very difficult to see for very long distances. And this fog, being magical in nature negates the ability of thermal vision.

This all of couse relies on mystrunners ok.

No magic, if you can. But here, to help:

*The pouring water sprays over the sides, into the hot engines of the motors alongside, sending gouts of steam into the air, obscuring everything.*

Ok, thanks. I'll try not to use magic, then.

*Begins his way on to the deck of the ship.*

*Isard identifies the thermal image that is less hot than the ships, and moving towards the ship, and fires four more 3 round bursts, each aimed at the thorasic region of Skullock, Isard begins jogging towards the end of the dock*

*Dives to the ground and begins to crawl, making him slower, but a harder target to hit from a distance.

GAAAHH!, him again! I was hoping Jadie would keep him busy a little longer.

~Initiating Infiltration Protocols...~

~Sucessful~

*The main guns swing about to face Isard, gaining their targets.*

Preparing to fire...

*Isard lowers his automatic pistol into its holster, eyes the ship's guns and thinks: "d@mn D!", then wips out his sawed off shotfun/grenade launcher and fires a high explosive grenade at the dock area infront of Skullock*

*The guns fire, sending high-velocity shells screaming at isard.*

*Isard doesn't know what to do as he finds himself in the odd position of being in two places at the same time, without being telepathically in comune with his Human Replica Droid. So, very confused he does nothing.*

*The shells wip past Isard on all sides, their wake making Isard's trenchcoat flicker up into the wind, looking very dramatic.*

D should know that Terranic guns are hardly the most accurate things ever made, h^ll, they make the French Cho-Cho look like $4000 custom target rifle.

*Isard realizes that he has some how "associated" with a passing HRD, and so he dis-sociates with it and it continuis on its way.*

*Isard, the real one on the docks, allows himself a non-combat thought.*

My Terranic nano-transmitter must be on the fritz

VERY nice. I can appreciate using those sort of minor details.

*Bows, sweeping right arm out and bringing left arm in at a right angle.* Thank you.

*The large explosion of isards gremades blows Skullock from where he was lying and sends him sailing though the air and he lands with a mighty spash in the water. His chest plating is now riddled with shapnel from the grenades*

I'm seriously reconsidering my vows not to uses guns!