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RP 2.0
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“Reach for that pistol and I’ll cut your throat out before you can scream.” He rumbled. As Andaluza came flying from nowhere, he aimed a swift kick, fast as Apollo to his neck and grabbed his mouth, throwing him to the ground as he suffocated him.
“Good…good. You came to me and in doing so made my job easier. I will kill you now, son of Midzog. For the failure you are.” He crackled, silencing him.
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Apollo heard the scream and turned back, creating a shockwave to slow the cart down, flinging himself on the top of the building and looking down at the assassin.
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Calypsa draws out a grenade and pulls the pin, squirming in the Assassin’s grip and holding onto the latch just enough that it won’t go off. “Now, now. Let’s not do anything stupid, shall we?” She turns away from the Assassin to Andaluza and Apollo. “Gentleman, I can handle myself. I have my own business with this man. Leave, or I’m afraid to say that there will be an excess of body bags.”
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Andaluza, stunned at the speed of the assassin, aimed his eyes into the assassin’s eyes, shattering the glass on his helmet over his helmet before lifting his foot off of him and knocking him into the ground. “Nice try, but when you fight for what’s right, you don’t fail.”
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“Not yet.” He rumbled. He grabbed Calypsa, turning around and putting a blade to her throat.
“If either of you attack, remember, I’m just as fast, if not faster. One move, and I cut her throat.”
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Apollo, perched from the top, looked directly into the blade, analyzing the structure of it. He then signaled Andaluza to back off, silently.
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Andaluza growled and stepped back, not letting the assassin know what he was doing.
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The assassin became furious at the crack spreading down his mask. Not yet. Not yet!
“But you are not on the good side. You murdered innocents, Andaluza. And pretending to be apart of the Keepers will not give you redemption.” The ominous voice rumbled.
“You will burn. Hide behind your morals, your…intellect. But it will not save you. Pretending to help innocents when you ignore the pleas of help from millions because of your blind pursuing of the OGA, like a dog…chasing cars. I will watch as you scream for someone to help you as you sink to the pit of all those corpses you ignored, and as they pull you in, and you beg for mercy…I will reveal my true identity…and push you in.”
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Ree leapt from his ship, landing in front of the assassin and creating a steel shield from his wrist, locking himself and the assassin inside it with Calypsa-hostage. “Good to see you again. I accept your offer.”
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Apollo whispered to Andaluza and pointed at the metal shield. “I think…it wants me to rip it apart. But I can’t…”
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“You will burn, Andaluza…” Ree and the assassin swiftly leaped into the ship, taking Calypsa with them as they escaped into the night, blasting off away from Apollo and Andaluza before they could pursue them, escaping.
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Ree took off his gloves and gave the assassin a comm set. “Good. Consider any mission done, I’m your partner.”
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(Apollo just made a new character description thing, it’s optional but too accurate for me to not do)
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<i>Ozymandias sits in his throne, a dark black, ink-like substance wandering in rings around the hall. He sits, silent, before standing up and opening his red eyes. </i>”CAL, call General Gray Torraks.” He moves towards the massive screen before him, and the line is sent through, as massive holograms of planets and fleets surround him and turn red, floating among the Omega energy harvesters that serve as the pillars for his throne room. A young, tired face appears on the screen, and Ozymandias lowers his mask. “General Torraks, I trust that the fleets are in order.” The general nods his assent, nervously but enthusiastically. “Yes, sir. Quite ready.” Ozymandias smiles beneath his mask, then grimaces in turn. “Excellent. General, begin Operation Nightingale. Phase 2 has begun. The heavens will burn with our fire, and glow with our glory. For the Vengeance.” The General echoes, “For the Vengeance.” The Operation begins, as the holograms around Ozymandias swarm with new light. Harvesters descend upon the worlds, entire systems now, and begin an onslaught to consume worlds, including the planet which Apollo and his fellow teammates currently occupy. Ozymandias chuckles, secure near the Dark Straits towards the center of the Universe, and shouts, echoing through his empty ship. “Nameless One, where is your Council now? Where are your Keepers? Do you feel remorse yet? You will.”
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“The better question is, Odysseus…do you feel remorse?” A video was forced on Ozy’s holographic feed, showing Calypsa bound to a chair, glaring at the camera. The metal voice croaked from behind.
“You have 24 hours to give me a location. If you try to stop me…she will die.” The video cut out.
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