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by Renomaki » 11 Dec 2016, 17:00
In a recent round (as of this post), I was a mature runner on ice map, having recently climbed up the ladder alongside my queen and a handful of other xenos during an attempted attack on the surface, which ended poorly and resulted in my queen dying, and me fleeing into the shadows of a winter hellhole, on the run and trying to find a way back to my nest.
During my roaming and fleeing from killsquads that try to gun me down the moment they see me, I stumble into a predator in the dark, and then take a brief moment to RP and banter with it, although I couldn't understand a word it was saying. But then gunshots rang out, and we both fled the area for fear of being seen.
A little while later, I find a lone marine dragging another heavily wounded and probably dying marine into the trash crushing building. Seeing an opportunity to get an easy kill, I decided to tango with him, the fight being tougher than expected, but I came out on top in the end, chewing his hand off and showing that runners can 1V1 just as well as hunters can.. But then a predator appeared in the door behind me, blocking the way out.
Cue more RP, as I hug the wall furthest from the predator and beg for mercy, and then attempt to threaten it to get out of my way as it got closer, having proof of my skill in combat right next to me. There was a pause, silence.. And then, more gunshots and the predator flees, me soon moving out myself, only to quickly find myself witnessing a battle between predators and marines.
A part of me decided to partake on the predator's side in the fight, since the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and they were outnumbered 2 vs 5-6 marines. I jumped into the crossfire a few times, pouncing and briefly stunning a few marines while the predators fought them off, and slowly pushed them back from their lodge (without even realizing that I was helping them defend their lodge). Sadly, I got banged up too bad in the scuffle, and soon died in my attempts to help them.
Afterwards, it was discovered that they found this deeply honorable, and rather than mock me, instead praised my bravery and appreciated that I aided them in their time of need, to which they then dragged my body back to their lodge and gave it a respectful resting place for it.
The runner in the little grill cell is me, and that is my little makeshift Tome.
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