Thel' Vadamee
Audio Log 2-4: Money Shot
After my nearly homicidal rampage, the revelation which I had improved my mental condition greatly. Instead of batsh*t crazy, I was only slightly addled. But now, I liked crazy. It was more fun than being normal. But at the same time, it could be dangerous. I had quickly (and wisely) chose not just to use the cleaver anymore, but to sate my natural talents and snipe. It felt better to retain parts of my old self, even though I had changed. I had changed, this I could not deny. But still, I refused to lose myself. This is why I later apologized profusely to Klip, and then told my friends what had happened, the whole story. They listened in silence, unsure of how to respond. I have a halfhearted grin, which they mirrored. Feeling somewhat better, I left. At least i could talk to someone now.
Our next mission was like old times. I would provide cover with my rifle, staying true to the description of "Overwatch." We were scouting out an abandoned city, to gage Urag troop movements in the area. The squad left me up on a high spot, and continued onwards into the city. My cover was critical in the close quarters of the city. Anything that got inside too close to them, I took out. With all of their blind spots, an Urag could be hiding anywhere. So I covered them until they could go no further from me for I to be effective, and then they covered me until I caught up with them, and found another high spot. We continued leapfrogging until we saw what we were looking for, Urags off in the distance. Upon this sighting, I climbed onto an arch between two buildings, and secured a rope in case I needed to get off quickly. The arch was quite narrow, so i had to be careful where I stepped. Cryptid and the rest moved forward to engage the Urags, and draw out any more of them that were hidden. It worked, and I saw a sight that chilled my blood. Mutants had come out of the buildings and towards my friends. However, these new ones were not impervious to weapons fire. The Urags must have learned from the jailbreak that uncooperative Mutants impervious to their weapons weren't a good idea. I saw several wilt under the fire of my squad, until a new player came to the field. This one, the bullets simply bounced off, and Cryptid's grenades did little. One of the original batch must have been adjusted to taking orders, I thought. But I knew how to kill them. I tried radioing Cryptid, but comms were down. Damn, I thought as I drew a bead on him. To hit the eyes, as I had before, would be an extremely difficult shot. And then, I leaned forward just a bit too far...
I felt myself falling forwards, and off of the arch. My fall came to a sudden stop, several feet from the ground. Somehow, the rope had become entwined around my foot, suspending me off of the ground. My cleaver had fallen from my sheath, but I still gripped my rifle. I still had a job to do, after all. Upside down, I focused on my target. This would be a difficult shot, made much harder. But if anyone could do it, I could. I drew a bead on the Urag's eye, right as it was about to slash Cryptid with his staff. I squeezed the trigger, praying... And was rewarded with the sight of the Urag falling. My rifle seemed to pack more of a punch than the Magnum had several weeks ago, and proved enough to pierce the eye, and penetrate the skull. Mopping up the rest, the squad returned in time to see me extricating myself from my predicament. "That," I said while bumping Klip on the shoulder, "That was the money shot."
Audio Log 2-4: Money Shot
After my nearly homicidal rampage, the revelation which I had improved my mental condition greatly. Instead of batsh*t crazy, I was only slightly addled. But now, I liked crazy. It was more fun than being normal. But at the same time, it could be dangerous. I had quickly (and wisely) chose not just to use the cleaver anymore, but to sate my natural talents and snipe. It felt better to retain parts of my old self, even though I had changed. I had changed, this I could not deny. But still, I refused to lose myself. This is why I later apologized profusely to Klip, and then told my friends what had happened, the whole story. They listened in silence, unsure of how to respond. I have a halfhearted grin, which they mirrored. Feeling somewhat better, I left. At least i could talk to someone now.
Our next mission was like old times. I would provide cover with my rifle, staying true to the description of "Overwatch." We were scouting out an abandoned city, to gage Urag troop movements in the area. The squad left me up on a high spot, and continued onwards into the city. My cover was critical in the close quarters of the city. Anything that got inside too close to them, I took out. With all of their blind spots, an Urag could be hiding anywhere. So I covered them until they could go no further from me for I to be effective, and then they covered me until I caught up with them, and found another high spot. We continued leapfrogging until we saw what we were looking for, Urags off in the distance. Upon this sighting, I climbed onto an arch between two buildings, and secured a rope in case I needed to get off quickly. The arch was quite narrow, so i had to be careful where I stepped. Cryptid and the rest moved forward to engage the Urags, and draw out any more of them that were hidden. It worked, and I saw a sight that chilled my blood. Mutants had come out of the buildings and towards my friends. However, these new ones were not impervious to weapons fire. The Urags must have learned from the jailbreak that uncooperative Mutants impervious to their weapons weren't a good idea. I saw several wilt under the fire of my squad, until a new player came to the field. This one, the bullets simply bounced off, and Cryptid's grenades did little. One of the original batch must have been adjusted to taking orders, I thought. But I knew how to kill them. I tried radioing Cryptid, but comms were down. Damn, I thought as I drew a bead on him. To hit the eyes, as I had before, would be an extremely difficult shot. And then, I leaned forward just a bit too far...
I felt myself falling forwards, and off of the arch. My fall came to a sudden stop, several feet from the ground. Somehow, the rope had become entwined around my foot, suspending me off of the ground. My cleaver had fallen from my sheath, but I still gripped my rifle. I still had a job to do, after all. Upside down, I focused on my target. This would be a difficult shot, made much harder. But if anyone could do it, I could. I drew a bead on the Urag's eye, right as it was about to slash Cryptid with his staff. I squeezed the trigger, praying... And was rewarded with the sight of the Urag falling. My rifle seemed to pack more of a punch than the Magnum had several weeks ago, and proved enough to pierce the eye, and penetrate the skull. Mopping up the rest, the squad returned in time to see me extricating myself from my predicament. "That," I said while bumping Klip on the shoulder, "That was the money shot."