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BroGrim
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Date Posted: 05:02:16 01/11/01 Thu
In reply to:
Raven
's message, "Re: Following orders" on 01:26:43 01/11/01 Thu
((OOC: Yikes! I didna want to kill 'em. Just knock 'em out or something!))
Bro'Grim continued to drag the soldier through the woods, screaming all the while. He lifted the terrified man up infront of him by his clothing, his bright red eyes illuminating the fear stricken face. The cyborg could tell that this man may pass out from fright soon. His heart rate was extreamly fast, not that it was necessary to take a reading, the poor man's veins throbbing on the surface of his skin.
"You will not die from my actions." The cold synth-voice reported. "You will give me information on your encampment and your unit." As Bro'Grim moved through the forrest, he reached a clearing in the woodland and scaned the soldier. A few small arms, an explosive, and a radio transciever was all that he detected. In the distance he saw that the compound had come alive. Warning alrms, search lights, and the place errupted like a disturbed ant hill. The mecha-dragon threw the man to the ground and stepped on him, holding him in place. All of his equipment and clothing was stripped off, in case there was a tracking beacon hidden somewhere on him. While his left claw was shreding the clothing off, his chest plates opened up and the familiar robotic arm extended from within, injecting the soldier with a seditive. In a few seconds of stopping, he quickly scooped up the near naked, sedated (yet still awake) soldier and began moving through the forrest once again.
Bro'Grim made a wide path towards another clearing in the woods. Suddenly there was a loud explosion from the jets on high burn for a few seconds. All the frightened man could do was watch as he found hiself being carried and then flying. The cyborg's jumppack burned long enough to catapult them into the air. The rest of the 'flight' was more of a controled fall since the only time the jets would reignite would be to land some distance later. This little manuver was designed to break up a path that was created by the cyborg from when he ripped up the underbrush.
This fall would take them nearly two hundred yards from the jump point. From here, the base was but a small light and a dim noise.
"Give me all the information that you have on your unit. Tell me who your commander is. Tell me how many troops are in your unit. Tell me your base's defences. Tell me your weapon technology..." He continued to give orders in order to extract as much information as possible. The Bosnian Conflict program was still running from the moment he became active on this new world. Bro'Grim was going to carry out the original mission he was sent to do.
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