Age Of Androids

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    5 Year prior to present date. April,13,2395ad

    In a small tech support room deep within the bowls of sector 2, a short, slightly balding, programmer named Marcus Right stared at his Computer screen with a blank expression. He had read the information five times over and still could not believe it. During the wee hours of the night a major server had crashed, severing all communication with the other major links thus creating a major crash of all the mother computers. The crash was so sever that there was not even a protocol to follow in such an event, it was the "Perfect Crash".

    Shortly after what would later be known to the Survivors as "The Great Crash" all hell broke loose on earth. Every thing, being controlled in one way or another by computer related devices, had gone south. Major forms of transportation were halted, Communication was blasted back to the twentieth century, and worst of all the Androids were all set haywire. Most of the Androids went completely insane and turned on their human creators in a most brutal manor. They killed humans by the hundreds. All hope was lost at regaining any type of organized control. And now, five years later, the remaining humans were forced to struggle day to day in an endless battle with the Androids and more importantly with survival.

    Points of interest

    The remaining Humans gave names to the vast areas of destruction created by the Great crash.

    SECTOR 1 - What was once a thriving Utopia for the humans, where parks, stores, cinemas, and all forms off entertainment, shopping and living quarters were located now lays in a burnt out ruin. By far, sector 1 is the most infested of the three sectors and is avoided at all costs. It seems that the Androids flock to this sector more than the others. Anyone venturing into this area should be heavily armed if they wish to live. The worst part of all is that most goods foodstuffs and supplies are located in sector 1.

    SECTOR 2 - The vast, ever expanding, mother of all computer link up and processing centers; Sector 2 is a 5 mile wide 5 story command center. All records, data and major communication devices were kept, stored and processed here. It had provided many jobs for the people of earth prior to the great crash. Now it is more or less abandoned, rendered more or less useless after "The Great Crash". Some survivors believe that the Key to setting right to the crises lies with in its huge steel walls.

    SECTOR 3 - Sector 3 was the primary base of operations for the earth defense coordinated armed forces. It housed all the soldier as well as the weapons, equipment and vehicles used by the military. After a brutal year of war the overwhelming android masses defeated their human creators. Once the Earth defense space marines (E.D.S.M) were all but killed there was little hope for the remaining forces and they separated thus marking the defeat of earths military as we knew it.

    BAD LANDS - Simply put, the vast areas surrounding the three sectors. Survival in this deserted wilderness is almost impossible and makes taking your chances in Sector 1 look like a good option. Although some have created routes of travel and small out posts in the Bad Lands it is more or less deserted.

    The Droids

    Androids, prior to the crash, were heavily involved in all walks of life. They were our baby sitters, our service station attendants, our delivery men and women, our mail carriers and everything else that you can imagine. Along with the public service jobs they also were involved in public safety (Police, fire and rescue) as well as the armed forces. The Androids programmed to use weapons were by far the worst after "The Great Crash".

    Although most went Haywire, killing everything that stood in their path, some just went insane. Often times these Crazy Droids could be found preforming meaningless jobs over and over, as if trying to revive some state of normalized life. Some rumors have spread through the small clusters of surviving humans that a few Droids were unaffected by the crash. It is possible that these Droids may hold the answer to "Fixing" the problem.
    And so, In the year 2400, Humans are on their own in the Epic battle for survival. Perhaps other "Alien" races will lend a hand to the dying planet but most just sit and watch the Humans die. And while all looks bleak and hopeless a few strong survivors stand on guard and fight the Vile Android masses that plague the planet.

    ((Interested ? Just post a Character sheet in the OOC, or not if you were already involved

  2. Lance Silver sat high atop the second story of the small, abandoned, military outpost 9381 located on the out skirts of Sector 3. To the east were the desolate badlands and to the West Sectors 1 and 2. Lance brushed a rouge strand of his hair away from his face as he looked down upon the devastation that was now planet earth. As he was ,and had been for about two years, isolated at the outpost he often times spent hours just watching. Watching for anything. Be it androids or Lone Human scavengers of just the sky. It was quite lonely at the small outpost but at least he was safe here. The only draw back was that the food supply was running low and he knew sooner or later he would have to leave and hunt for more.

    It was not uncommon for large explosions and small arms fire to be heard through out the land. And at night the many fires, that burned all the time, could be seen glowing brightly in the horizon. Over the last few weeks Lance had been preparing for his departure. He had a plan to venture into Sector one and attempt to secure supplies. Even though it was a near suicide mission it was better to take the chance than to starve to death, alone, in outpost 9381. Lance feared few things and a fighting death at the hands of the cursed Androids was not one of them.

    Besides his weapons (and a wide assortment of ammunition) he had gathered all the food that was left, which really was very little but would have to last him until he found more. He also had some other basic supplies including a bedroll, a first aid kit and about three days worth of water. Outside of the outpost sat a fully armored Hummer that would serve as his transportation. He had spent the last few weeks customizing it for travel, gutting the back interior so he would be able to sleep in it when he had to rest as well as adding extra armor around the wheel wells. Finally, after over a month of careful planing, Lance was ready to disembark. Before he headed out the door he walked past a defective Android that had gone Insane after the Great crash. While It hadn't gone homicidal it had become worthless, cleaning the same 10 foot strip of floor for the last five years. It was rather unnerving to see it doing this day after day after week after month, so before Lance headed out the door he lifted his combat 12 gauge shotgun and placed the barrel to the Droids face. Being an Ex marine, Lance was hardly opposed to violence.

    "See Ya in hell, you worthless man-bot." The droid almost seemed to cock its head in question just before Lance pulled the trigger, blowing its head clean off its shoulders.
  3. Pluto Cox almost jumped out of her own artificial skeleton as she head something that sounded like a loud explosion or a gunshot ripple through the air around Sector 3. Her body shivered, though she wasn't cold.

    She pressed her metallic fingers to her eyes, the artificial skin originally covering all of her mechanical limbs corroded away with time, leaving the flawless metal alloy visible to the naked eye; flawless except for a streak of blood dried between the grooves of her mechanical fingers. Her mother's blood.

    Tears began to streak down as she recalled the events from a few months prior; the android ambush that her mother sacrificed herself in order to save her only beloved daughter from death. But what good was life when there was no one to share it with? What good was it to be fixed, to be able to walk again at the price of discarding a part of one's humanity?

    Pluto let out a frustrated sigh and listened to the distant echo of the loud gunshot from before. Wiping her tears, she decided that hiding was no longer an option. It sounded quite close and if it was a gunshot from an Android, they would most likely tear her to shreds and if it were human, the reaction would be similar. She was part of neither, after all, and the thought, as well as the thought of her dead mother, made her feel even more alone.

    She dusted the debris from her body and pulled the strap of her battered shoulder bag over her head. With extreme caution, Pluto peeped around the corner of the abandoned retail store door, her hiding place for the past few days. Gently tip-toeing over the crushed glass and battered mannequins, Pluto made her way as silently as she could to the Sector 3 exit.

    One of the downfalls to her operation, other than the fact that it made her a freak, was that her heavy metal alloy limbs made it extremely difficult to move in stealth. Her every movement was tinged with a soft mechanical whine and she winced, and paused with every movement she made.

    Another downfall was the fact that the mechanical limbs contributed to a significant increase in her body weight, a fact that she had completely forgotten as she stepped onto a crumbling piece of concrete flooring. As the floor gave way beneath her, Pluto automatically let out a loud scream and catch the edge of the flooring before she was about to plummet down into the abandoned building's basement carpark.


    Her scream echoed throughout the whole of Sector 3 and she immediately regretted the action, for whatever or whomever heard her cry would most likely not be a friend at all.
  4. In high orbit a massive energy spike formed distorting space, bending it in on itself. The fabric of the universe was torn open and in the spit second before it slammed itself back together a ship appeared. The Scorched Earth, named after her target of her first mission and for the anti-surface guns she carried slid into orbit, silent in vacuum of space.

    On board sirens rang out, amongst the noise and confusion every intercom blared “To all hands, Jump successful, drives at 100% operational capacity. All hands to stations. Repeat: jump successful. We have returned to normal space.” A few seconds later when the post-jump confusion of crewmen running from their harnesses to their stations had died down. “This is the commander to all crew members. Congratulations, you have just set the speed record for an interstellar jump. By the time the transmission of your success reaches homeworld you should all be resting for the night.”

    The intercom fell into silence as the commander surveyed the bridge around him, this was HIS operation, even the captain had to listen to him. One by one the screens of the bridge crew lit up. Scan the surface, see if there is anything left down there.” he said even though he didn't have to. This was a critical time for the operation, if there was nothing left they would have to pack up and go home and he would be in disgrace.

    On the outside of the Scorched Earth's hull various parts that had been stowed to prevent damage from the high G-fores of the jump began to slide into place, scanning arrays weapons systems, and various other subsystems came online. “Put me on the baud band transmitter lets see if there are any humans left. The commander moved over to the communications terminal. He spoke in the interstellar trade language “People of the Human empire. This is the strike cruiser Karak Sia. He are in orbit and if you are able to respond please do so, he will be making planetfall shortly.” he turned to the communications officer. “repeat that every ten minuets.

    “Sir!” came the sensor tech's voice, “disturbances in the ionosphere will make communications difficult all we will be able to get from teams on the ground are beacons.” Kralvok cursed, ok, if a beacon is set up send a dropship to act as a relay, if its human tell me before doing anything.
  5. Lilah Rihane Bayscott stood at the curb waiting cross but nothing to wait for. She remembered this place that use to be full of life and happiness but now it was nothing. It was all bleak and gray and they were to blame. This was single location was the place were they took her mothers life and so many others. She wasn't able to be here while her mother breathed her last breaths. She was able to hold her mother in her arms and be by her side as she entered into paradise leaving her only daughter to suffer in the desolate lands of sector 1. This was supposed to be a place were dreams came true and things seemed possible for those who were hopeless. It wasn't supposed to be a war zone for those tin can monsters!

    clenching her fist she looked down immediately as tears trickled down her cheeks on on to the worn out sidewalk. "I hate you. I hate you." She said saying under her breath as she continued looking down with her eyes squinted shut. It wasn't just hatred to the machines that took her mothers life but to all who wanted and supported the creation of these demonic monstrosities. Why would they even think that machines could replace all human jobs? Where was the sense in that horrible idea. Oh yeah, create androids, and put the vast majority of the human population out of business. That was a brilliant idea because now they had androids on a killing spree and the vast majority of humans dead.

    Lifting her head up she walked across the street just as a lone android swiftly ran past. Lilah nearly lost her balance as she immediately turned around and glared but the android was out of sight but clearly not out of mind. She wanted to scream and shout but figure that it wouldn't be such a good idea. She wasn't exactly well armed or equipped. She actually was planning on heading back home to raid the fridge and gather any remaining necessities and put it into the backpack she had purchased not to long ago. This was of course back in the day when she was looking forward to school and furthering her education. Now all she had to be concerned about was her survival. Ain't life grand.
  6. Luckily for Pluto, there seemed to be no one around to hear her cry for she clung to the ledge with her mechanical arm for five or so minutes before hoisting herself up again onto solid ground. She was able to lift her own bodily weight quite easily, something she had realised after getting her new limbs and she was able to travel far greater distances since there wasn't a nerve setting for pain in her mechanical bodily parts.

    Pluto looked down warily at the hole she had just created depicting a large black chasm below. It was only dark due to the lights being out but all the same, it looked endless and foreboding. The young woman turned away quickly and, this time, jogged toward the Sector 3 exit.

    Once she was outside, she looked around at the desolate landscape before her. Barren, dusty and dead; the entire complex used to be hustling and bustling with activity but now, thanks to the Great Crash, was a ghost town filled with murderous or mentally broken machines. And Pluto didn't want to hang around too long in case she bumped into one.

    She pulled the strap to her shoulder back tighter to her body and began jogging at a steady pace into the no man's land outside of Sector 3. Pluto's mechanical feet thumped heavily on the broken concrete ground, kicking up a wave of dust behind her and blocking her face partially with a mechanical hand to shield her eyes from the dust and debris.

    As Pluto ran, she pulled out an old worn map; she had collected the several different pieces and managed to stick them together with carefully sewed thread. It was taken from the old Sector Maps she had found scattered around the area which used to show tourists the sights and important places of the block. It also showed parts of the surrounding areas, placed labelled with easy to recognise icons.

    Pluto decided, since she was headed in a south easterly direction, she would take refuge at the Gas Station for the night, provided that it wasn't already infested by the Androids. Glancing up at the sky, she quickly calculated the amount of time it would take her to reach her desired position; forty minutes or so minutes of running.

    It was times like these that she was thankful for sacrificing a bit of her humanity. She doubted that she would have survived for as long if it weren't for the surgery and wouldn't be able to travel long distances as she was now without any stops. Yes; this thought along with the feeling of leaving Sector 3 and all the bad memories behind, she finally felt just that little bit lighter and managed herself a small smile.
  7. Hmm, well I am sure I can come up with something to make it last longer. Though if we doing a beastility rp...that probably going to get sexaul. So it might be better if we do that in a PM, on the forum, or in the group and just do a 'fade to black' which for us will be a 'fade to pm' for the sexual parts. Or were you keeping it non-sexual by saying your girl was not enjoying whomever I create.
  8. OOC: Is this what I think it is? O.O
  9. The black ship lay in orbit, silently ticking away the minuets. The commander was inspecting his men: Seven elite shock troops, hand picked from thousands. Each one of them had had a small fortune in training, and valueless combat experience. He has confident each one of them could fight a war alone, and win.

    “Right! Now that I have your attention. Let me point out that we have one HELL of a job to do. That planet.....” He pointed a live feed if the surface below them taken from an external camera. “.... is overrun, and not by soft squishy humans, BUT BY COLD METAL KILLERS!” As he bellowed the last sentence even the hardened veterans before him blinked or flinched. “And its our job to take down the best of them and....” he stopped as a voice came over the intercom.

    “Commander, sir. Gunfire has been detected, and there appears to be an active vehicle.” the live feed zoomed in to show a hum-v and several androids. “GET SOME SLEEP!” he finished the briefing. Then spoke into the intercom. “Probe it.” then he moved out into the metal corridor that lead to the bridge.

    Out of the pale blue hanger a small unmanned probe slid out, it moved a few kilometers away before retro thrusters slowed its orbit bringing it into the atmosphere. A rapid shooting star sped across the sky before it decelerated into the lower atmosphere and deployed stubby wings and its super-sonic engines whined to life. Shrieking it turned its nose towards its objective and skimmed the rooftops building a wake of air powerful enough to leave a trail of dust on the ground. It came over the skyline and disappeared in the opposite direction in the same instant, then came the wind and dust, and finally the high pitched whine of the engines, like fingernails on a blackboard, only much louder. It only made one pass before it turned and turned its nose upward, punching a hole in the clouds as it returned with the data.

    Human life detected: two units.

    Vehicle: Hum-v class light transport. 89% functionality, combat ready

    Civilian class androids: multiple contacts

    Threat level: Nominal
  10. Approved.
  11. As Pluto struggled to buckle herself in tightly into the passenger seat, she felt the car swerve violently around before Lance struck an incoming android with a devastating attack from his gun, shredding the crazed machine into a million separate pieces. Next, with a furious stomp on the peddle, Pluto watched as Lance drove the hum-v straight into another android, sending it flying high into the sky. Pluto poked her head out of the window just in time to see the android land in a puff of dust, twitching and sparking until Pluto could see it no more.

    She became aware that Lance was speaking to her and pulled herself back in to look at the marine. One thing she noted about him was that his teeth were white, straight and perfect. This made Pluto become slightly paranoid about her own teeth which weren't as white or straight or perfect, so she refrained from smiling and kept her expression quite neutral. Not that she intended to be friendly straight away for, in reality, she was sitting in a car with a total stranger with a sawn off shot gun and if anything bad happened there was no one to help except for herself and she wasn't prepared to die just yet.

    "I-I'm not sure if I heard something like that though it does sound familiar to me," Pluto replied in reference to the strange super sonic jet sound Lance had mentioned. "I only mostly remember the sound of bullets..."

    Pluto managed a slight shudder at mentioning this before continuing, "I'm not sure what my plans are. I may stick with you until Sector 2 but we shall have to see."

    There was a short moment of silence before she spoke again, feeling somewhat in debt of Lance having saved her earlier. He didn't deserve her cold attitude but could she really open herself up to a total stranger?

    "By the way," Pluto said keeping her gaze upon the highway ahead, "Thank you for saving me earlier. If you hadn't come along... I'd..."

    Her voice trailed off into silence, shaken at how close she had come to death; to joining her mother, her father, her first love and... the rest of humanity.
  12. As the thick, heavy smell of gun smoke drifted violently in the air, Lance thought about the times before the Great Crash. Before the crash Lance had worked first hand with brutal attack bots simular to those that had just attacked them. They had been very valuable to the earths defense, creating an emotionless fighting force that would never back down to any situation. Solders, like Lance, had often times referred to them as "The armored back bone of the Marines". That was before, however, everything went to hell. Now they were the enemy and would be treated as such.

    Pluto Said that she may stick with Lance until sector 2, And Lance was glad to hear it. After spending years alone and isolated he really needed the companionship. He noticed that she looked a little timid, maybe from the gun battle that had just taken place, so as she thanked him for saving her he smiled and said that it was no problem at all. As the Hummer roared on down the abandoned high way that once served as a gateway between the thriving sectors, Lance tried his best to make Pluto feel better.

    "Do you need some water or food? I only have a little but I'd be more than happy to share it with you.'' Said the Marine holding out a small canteen.

    As his out stretched hand was extended towards Pluto it began to shake, in fact the whole Hummer began to shake. An explosion so violent was erupting near by that it was causing the very ground below the hum-v to jolt rapidly. Lance had just enough time to twist his head and see a powerful laser hitting the ground a couple miles away, it was cutting through the cracked earth like a saw through wood. Confused, and a little shaken Lance slowed the hummer down a bit. It was no doubt an Alien ship was causing that much destruction, but the question was why?
  13. The crate where loaded, the dropships had departed for the Scorched Earth, visible only by the blue glow coming from their engine as they raced through the sky. On the ground the armored transport moved towards the end of the clearing, its tracks crushing rocks and the steady hum of its engine could be making silent movement impossible.

    “Sir!” the driver said pointing to the movement scanner which had just flared to life showing dozens of approaching automatons. The commander's response was to tap the man closest to him on the shoulder and point upwards. The shock trooper stood and put his head into the small dome on the ceiling and thumbed the controls for the heave laser turret. The steady clatter of the rapid-fire weapon and the smell of scorched metal filled the clearing, but the androids kept coming until all of them where scrap.

    The rear door opened and five of the soldier got out and moved over to the fallen androids. Four stood watch while the technician examined the bunt metal heaps. “None of these are usable, to damaged.” he reported through the radio. “Alright moving on.” They rushed back to the transport and the door closed before the engine revved and the transport continued its journey.
  14. lol yup xD
  15. Pluto took the canteen and drank like she hadn't had water in a few days at least, the way that she drank brought a smile to the hardened marines face. when she said she was sorry that she almost drank it all Lance simply waved it off with a small laugh.

    "Its alright, you can go ahead and have the rest if you want.....I've got more." He watched as the partial robotic girl stuck her head out the window, as Lance followed her line of vision he saw what she was looking at. It appeared to be two drop ships landing at the very place the lasers had hit only moments ago. The lasers must have been clearing a landing site for the drop ships, thought Lance.

    Lance made a decision to locate the point of Impact. He wasn't sure what he would find there but one thing was for sure; nothing - android or human- could survive a blast like that from a concentrated laser beam. Whatever had been there prior to the blast was now destroyed and that meant no androids so in Lances mind it was as good a place as any to head. So with his ration gathering mission on hold for the time being, Lance got off of the main highway and headed down a small access road that would lead them to where the blast had hit and where alien craft were now landing.

    "What's that over there? Do you think they've come to help us?" She asked hopefully then added with a slightly sombre tone, "Or are they here for another reason completely?"

    "I'm not sure, but whatever they are doing it must be in someway related to our situation. I think we should go and find out." Said lance as he completed his turn onto the small access road. By this point the sun, which had been burning brilliantly, was making its turn in the sky towards the downward descent that would lead to night. It just occurred to Lance that he had been driving all day without a moments rest, he was getting very tired.

    Although it had only been several hours since Lance had left the out post that had served as his home for the past few years it seemed like days, it was funny the way he felt slightly homesick for the outpost. In reality he had hated it there very much, but when he left it was like he was leaving all he knew so it in fact made him a little sad to think about it. He almost laughed out loud at the thought then thought better of it. Wouldn't want Pluto to think he was crazy this soon after they had met. He shot a quick glance over to the young girl. Her partial implants kept drawing his eyes to her, that and her beauty. She was a very attractive young women, especially to Lance who had been void of all human contact for years. He quickly turned his head back to the road so as not to be caught staring.

    As fatigue over took the Marine he pulled over to a clearing at the side of the road, about a mile from where he thought the alien landing zone to be.

    "I'm terribly sorry, Pluto, but I've got to rest for a bit. It seems that I was getting more tired than I thought. I've made the back of the Hummer up into living quarters, I'm going to have a little bit to eat if you care to join me." Lance lifted a small latch that gave way to a door of sorts that had to the back of the Hum-v. There he had two futons on either side that would serve as chairs and a little table in the middle. Before he left his outpost he thought he may have to use the Hummer as a temporary place to live so he did his best to make it comfortable. As he sat at the end of one of the futons he reached into a near by ice chest and pulled out another bottle of water and some beef jerky. It wasn't much, but it would do.

    "So pluto, can I ask how you got all those Implants." He said bitting of a rather large piece of jerky.
  16. WIP (Just letting people know that I AM alive)
    (Also I dunno why, decided to fill this thing in as if the character is doing it. Guess I am trying something new)

    "If you really need to know, the name's Marcus Feldman".

    "And if my age is really that important, let's just say I plan on living until I'm a hundred. So that's sixty-eight more years to go".

    "You wanna know my gender? Well... I usually have a five o'clock shadow, which is a side affect of too much coffee and my occupation; a deep voice, and am allergic to kicks to the groin. Makes me double over in pain. Hope that helps".

    "I can usually reach the top of most shelves, being 6'1" and all. Its quite useful actually".

    "I dunno. I never bothered checking. I keep myself pretty healthy, and am quite lean. You may need to ask my doctor about that one".

    "You wanna know what I do to put bread on the table huh? I'm an accountant. Pretty boring, right? But hey, everybody needs an accountant. I was once a beat cop though, before I decided that pencil pushing is safer than pushing guys into the backs of cop cars."

    "I'm a freaking accountant. Why would I need an alias?"

    "Most folks would call me observant, too observant really. I'm pretty good at using my head as well, being an accountant requires that. Being a beat cop helped with making sure that I don't back down easily. Of course, my cop days also helped me realize know when to fold em as well. I guess I'm also pretty tough, at least I know how to take a beating as an occupation hazard. As for a fifth... well... I guess I can be pretty level headed if that counts."

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  18. As Lance chewed on a large piece of beef jerky, stopping only to fish another piece out of his small bag, Pluto recounted the tale of how she came upon her Robotic replacement limbs. He was amazed at what she had been through and really felt for her as many of his fellow marines had been multiple amputees. From what he could tell she was a solder; a person that had been to hell and back, and was still fighting to survive. Lance gained a lot of respect for the young girl and was very much glad to have meet her. Her robotic parts, that had bothered him at first, now seemed natural to Lance.

    Finishing his light meal, Lance rose to his feet to load and clean his weapon. It was a ritual to do so for any marine after a battle. He ejected the spent shell casing and reloaded. The shot gun, which held five rounds, six with one in the hole, was now fully loaded and ready to go. HE began to reach for a lightly oiled cloth, that he kept for the cleaning of his many guns, when two bright flashes of light shown thrown the back windows of the Hum-V. After the flashes a steady beam, that Lance suspected was from a spot light, rested on the Hummer.

    "What the Hell is that" Lance said,cocking the shot gun and turning to look out the window. Out side nothing was visible under the heavy shine of a powerful spot light.

    "I'm going to check it out, Pluto. Come with me or if you want stay here. If you come with me let me go first." With that Lance swung open the back door of the Hummer, Holding his cocked weapon down at his side. If these "Spot lighters" were not enemies he didn't want them to get scared or hostel. Once out of the Hummer Lance saw that it was an Alien transport of some sort. Although they kept the spot light on, Lance didn't think they were here to attack. Standing in the bright light Lance stood fearless, waiting for the Aliens to exit their transport.
  19. Around twenty meters from where Lance stood two Klacton stood, their bulky forms easily visible, another pair emerged on the opposite side as their transport, and two more close to it, one of whom was wielding a large weapon, that was obviously designed to penetrate armor. From behind the transport came another figure, dressed in the same body armor as the other but not carrying a weapon. He approached the marine at a steady pace and stopped a few meters away from him before raising a hand, as he did this all the other aliens lowered their weapons.
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