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Cad Bane vs. The Wampa

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The Flying Nun vs. The Wizard Of Oz

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The Flying Nun: 5
The Wizard Of Oz: 3

Steve Fox vs. Ryuji Yamazaki

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Steve Fox: 2
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Honoka (DOA) vs. Hinako Shijou

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Honoka (DOA): 5
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The Dragonborn vs. Sauron

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The Dragonborn: 3
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Rolento F. Schugerg vs. Bayman

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Black Canary vs. Vicious

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Dirty Harry vs. Mike Ehrmantraut vs. Anton Chigurgh

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Dirty Harry: 3
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Anton Chigurgh: 2

Lei-Fang vs. Li Xiangfei

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Lei-Fang: 5
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Shao Kahn vs. Darth Vader

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Flight Briefing Room: "Deardra noticed Pastor, he found it odd someone from medical was poking around the flight briefing room, he flicked his tail with interest. He turned to the man, "May, I help you sir?" The half Pantheurian asked. He was still mindful of the two ladies behind him though.

 

 

 

Oh. Oh! He flushed red and mindful of the drink pack he was holding for the nurse back in Medical, he stammered as he tried to think of what to say....What could he say? It looked like fun? That he felt something, some connection that called to him as he looked in? Or...He finally spoke.

 

"Umm...Ah....Not really, I was passing and well...I apologize if I was interrupting anything. Good day."

 

And turning militarily neat on his heel, he would stride as fast as he could without seeming he was running for the safety of the medbay.

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Destiny: The Rhyshellen hollers out her findings from the current position on the bridge. She frowns, this could turn into a drag-out fight if they weren't careful. Just her luck, Destiny muses. She tries to find any more useful information in conjunction with martyr and the Communications officer. Jansen's plan sounded like a good idea, though she had no idea how to act at the moment, waiting on other ideas to crop up. She was an intelligence officer, she needed intelligence.

 

Alice: Alice listens on to her officers, trying to formulate an idea of what the Sh'ra have in mind. they didn't have backup, risking civilians was a definite no, but she was riding on a better triangulation on the to-be raiding ships, with any luck they might be able to get the initiative. As her Lt. gives out a plan, she turns to address him as Omega strolls in. The individual entering grabs her attention and she is silent to the Lt., turning curiously instead as she looks at Omega.

 

"Can I help you?" she asks quite gruffly, a little annoyed given the dire situation they were in, hardly letting him a chance to do much searching. Alice neither realized it was him at the moment giver her other thoughts, nor did she notice Excalibur who was waiting just outside the door.

 

Larkin: With everyone else occupied, Larkin took a second to check out the large repeating blaster. He asks for it with tact, putting up a smile and ready to have that thing in his hands. As Vincent, asks the question, he grunts, trying to not be conspicuous given Solus was probably still keeping an eye on him.

 

"Just recently actually, was the last stop before being shuttled to the Starfire." he comments, also motioning to Maharil, she could probably have the best recollection of things. "Was a hell of a thing." he asks, waiting for the blaster.

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"Yeah, I'm looking for whoever's in charge of this thing." The woman looked vaguely familiar to Omega....

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"I think they might be cutting off that colony by bleeding out this supply line... we might have to take them alone as the trade ships only have light armaments."

 

Tora glanced at the man. He'd have heard him even if he had only said it softly, despite the roar of the probable gathered crowd. "No challenge?" He'd ask, stopping and stepping off the treadmill and taking a Pugil stick. "We shall put that to the test," he said in a rather annoyed tone... as if he was about to swat a bug. His tail flicked.

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Alice looked on at the PMC. The face was a bit more recognizable now, as it oughta be, however saying his after so long was not her main concern. She shots her LT a glance, obviously a bit confused before continuing.

 

"Why is that,if I may ask..." she grunts sternly, clearly not in the mood for a walk-in.

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"I got a high priority assignment. Something I designed that could save a lot of Alliance lives. It's in deep Sh'ra territory though."

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Charles stood near the door, allowing Omega to take his case first. All Charles had to do was a simple request and to catch up with Catain Remington.

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"First of all, you and what intel?" Alice snarks. While the tone of voice might be unbecoming of a commander, she sort of had an immediate crisis regarding Sh'ra and unless his idea was both directly linked to her current situation and he could make a very good case, all she was hearing was suicide mission and waste of troops. In a calmer situation she'd muse she was actually thinking like a commander but she just had a light scowl on her face.

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"That's between me and the commander of the ship. I'm not sharing classified with some lady who for all I know is a janitor who stepped across officer clothing."

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Charles leaned against the wall in true bemusement. He snickered to himself as the two had it out. Finally, sensing something bad might happen if this altercation were to continue, he interrupted.

"Omega, you realize your speaking with the commander of the ship over there right?" He said, his voice dripping with barely contained laughter.

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Matlock

 

Vincent grunted thoughtfully before shrugging. "Well, you don't look much worse for wear." The man noticed Vincent's taste in weaponry and shook his head, muttering under his breath, "Marines..."

 

Redfield

 

Jason finished his meal, standing up and sighing. He had other things to attend to. The Marine exited the mess hall and found himself wandering the corridors, nearing the med-bay.

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Bridge: Jansen rounded on the merc, "Can you not recognize rank insignia?" He asked. "That's the captain you're speaking with!" He never liked mercs they all thought they could do whatever they wanted and get away with it; no accountability.

 

The Pantheurian comms speacialists glanced at Naomi and Destiny, "We are the only ship close enough to be able to stop this raid, I'm going to send warnings out to the merchant vessels and try to get them out of harms way."

 

Training Range: Satheera was meanwhile checking a carbine out from the armoury, "Still it is a bit worrying, they had an inside man sabotage the ship so they could get to it. Thankfully we held them off long enough for help to arrive."

 

The rest of the marines and master at arms kept up their firing.

 

Mess Hall: Talon was next in line, "What's the speacial?" He demanded. "Chicken fingers." The cook replied. Talon tilted his head "And what are chicken fingers?" The cook blinked, this was going to be awkward. "A birds meat." Talon paused. "Great, skies! You honestly expect me to eat something like that?" The cook was confused, didn't eagles eat other birds?

 

"Uh, perhaps you'd prefer the soup?" He suggested.

 

Flight Briefing Room: Deardra shrugged, "What an odd man." He thought to himself, he exited the room leaving Hellcat and Lilly behind, alone togeather.

 

Gymn: The man paled quickly, he suddenly found himself wishing he hadn't bragged so loudly, but he quickly regained his composure. He wasn't going to give the Pantheurian the satisfaction of seeing him scared. Though his eyes and body language probably already gave him away. The man readied his pugil stick.

 

Medical Bay: Pastor would find himself back in the medbay, "Oh, thank you." The Rhysellen nurse said taking the juice she'd asked for from him. "Are you all right?" She asked.

 

Ships Hallways: The marine sighed and rolled his eyes before sauntering over to Ace. "Wha?" He asked.

 

Redfield meanwhile would pass by Deardra who had just exited the flight briefing room, Deardra gave him a courteous nod as he passed by, his name tag may or may not be visible to Redfield.

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Alice: Between Charles' chime in and Jansen's anger, Alice could only give a light grin, her two emotions split so evenly.

 

"Yes Lt. Jansen, I suppose among other things, Occam's razor and tact are something he oughta work on." she says before casually waving at Charles once he was known. However as the communications officer spoke, she turns to face her with a nod without giving the others much mind. "Good work, try to be liberal with you warn em, we don't want to pre-maturely let our information out. Any surprise element we can keep is good." she says just loud enough for her officer's to pick up. She'd let Jansen handle Omega if he persisted.

 

Destiny: "Ata girl." Destiny grunts aloud, though whether it was at Alice's earlier situation or at the Communications Officer using her head, well she didn't stick around for anyone to ask. She went to Martyr. "Ok time to stop with the quiet, we might have an open field, no collateral so that's something to work with." she says sternly.

 

Larkin: The Daedalian's ears visibly twitch. "Just watch." he grunts signifying that Vincent's offhand comment was heard. It wasn't the cockiest attitude Vincent's heard, but that probably didn't matter at this point. He took to a stall and hoisted the weapon to shoulder height. He planted himself before trying to group shots at the target's midsection, controlled bursts of course.

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"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have you drop down and give me ten thousand." Lonergan remarked towards the jarhead.

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Naomi nodded.

 

Tora grabbed a pugil stick and began a powerful yet fast barrage of swinging the stick at the man, waiting to assess when or if the man could/would strike back.

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Anders remained silent during the time at the mess hall. He was near the Xyl, Talon. He looks away from the exchange, not wanting to draw too much attention. He did hear the exchange going on. Anders plans to just get soup and tea if possible, or at the very least heated water. He only would consume his soup and drink with a sense of grim determination, once he gets his food. He was not much of a social person anyway. After he gets the food, he'd sit around the general area of the mess hall.

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"Actually, no, I don't. Because it's not my job, and I'm not concerned. You'd think a Captain would know what Occam's Razor means though. Besides, what's safer, guessing that you are the captain before releasing highly sensitive data, or the opposite?Anyway, I have a computer system I designed." A hard light system of schematics, with nearly all specs purposely blacked out, appeared as a display. "The Futurewarn infantry designation system. Designed it back... In the old days. Lasers connected to an experimental warp drive send quantum entangled particles into the future which communicate with their entagled pairs back in real time. Functional precognition. Most powerful weapon in the Universe kind of stuff. Lost it in deep, deep Sh'ra territory."

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Alice: Alice...listened. Of course making sure that the Communications Officer got the orders clear, he wasn't worth the lives of everyone who depended on the ship making proper course of action. She turned to see the schematics, not particularly impressed. She wondered what the guy's ego meant that an individual, let alone a ranking officer, would do what he said after the flurry of insults. Nonethless she let him finish. Then she let him have it.

 

"You actually should care, because I have allowed you on /my/ ship despite your....well things you likely would wish to keep to a private conversation I imagine. While you are on here I would recommend that you respect everyone on my ship, whether they be a guard on duty or the new janitor trying to scratch by. Otherwise I am sure those two men you passed to walk in here would love to escort you elsewhere. Also do not assume anyone on my bridge is anyone who can or will leak information to the enemy....I don't like that." she says, keeping to a stern "authority" tone .She collects herself for something of a "talk" when something crosses her mind. "By the way, before I continue, the Occams Razor is a concept as I know it which boils down to accepting the theory that makes the fewest assumptions. And it was targeted at your comment regarding any likelihood than an individual on this bridge speaking with the Lt. Commander here while dressed in my uniform would be an eavesdropping Janitor who found the clothing on the floor and snuck in past the marines on guard duty rather than being....the commander of this ship who was simply speaking with her Lt. as you strolled in. Now before you move to give any retort on that allow me to inform you that I do not care and I have more pressing matters at the moment involving Sh'ra than your scavenger hunt." she states very clearly. "If it was as precious as you say, I wonder why you have not made attempts earlier in your life to retrieve it, or why it's there in the first place, not to mention why it comes up only now. Now I could get into arguments of whether or not it's still there or if it even works given some time in that territory and why you are requesting a taskforce, however as I have stated before this ship has it's set of rules and a problem at the moment so I have no plans to authorize any requests at this time. Let alone for something akin to finding the ark of the covenant. Do I make myself clear?" she says, her nostrils flaring like a bull. The only real sign that she was having a bit of an issue with him. "That last one was a reference to "Raiders of the Lost Ark" by the way. Classic flick." she finishes, the last words having a certain southern twang to it, still at attention.

 

Larkin: Larkin keeps up his burst fire when his ears prick up again, Solus. He turns a bit, breaking from firing.

 

"Th-thank you sir..." Larkin gulps, looking the larger Daedalian in the eyes. "Your grouping is quite good as well." he notes before going back to firing another burst, a bit higher this time.

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Omega's listening flared in and out through the Captain's rant. He was steadily scanning everyone in the room. He was no Sherlock Holmes, but he might be able to pick up a stray emotion or two. If only he was telepathic... Suddenly, he was aware that the Commander had finished.

 

"And what if the janitor actually was a spy? What then? The enemy has a functional precognition system and- frankly- you're dead. Also, the last time I checked, you weren't the only one on the bridge, and, say, a guard, or a janitor, is a lot easier to impersonate." He thumbed towards the guards to accent. The hard light displays collapsed into seemingly nothingness.

 

"I would assume that any commander worth anything would recognize unnecessary risk, rather than hiding behind a definition of a logic structure meant for philosophers, not soldiers. Also, just in case you decide to go back to military school for whatever reason, here's a rule a bit more important than Occam's, assume the worst. Got me through a couple years in deep Sh'ra territory. As for your 'judgement', I assume that whatever reason a commander has for prioritizing a raid over a battlefield technology that could singlehandedly turn the tide of wars is your own. I don't really care either way, since I plan to recover the tech myself in either case, just giving you a heads-up, but I see that some aren't smart enough to take the cue. Also, which is more likely, that I faked the functional schematics I'm giving you, and just happened to make up the functionality of an exceedingly complex device, and have an ulterior motive to lure the ship into deep Sh'ra territory even though it'll likely kill me as much as anyone else on this ship or give away my position leading to my death anyway, thus faking my entire background to lead you off of the fact that I'm actually a lizard-face, even though I flew with the outfit and the Alliance before, OR. I'm telling the truth and this thing is out there? What did you call it? Occam's Razor?"

 

With that, he left, not really caring about the response. It was clear that he'd have to recover the tech some other way.

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Solus looked down range quietly for a second waiting for him to pause. "Don't aim high with an automatic weapon. Especially with that caliber. The spread might cause you to miss and you can get through the armor anyways." He said coaching Larkin a little. "And I said my name was Solus. Rank doesn't mean anything to me pup."

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Alice: The commander of the ship watches him turn. He doesn't get two steps when she speaks.

 

"Guards if he tries to leave the bridge, stop him with whatever force you deem fit." she states. to make sure Omega knew /exactly/ where he stood. "Alright I can see y don't want to have a nice discussion so I'll just be frank. You wanted to be on this ship, and I let you. Whatever the reason that was is for a later conversation but so long as you stand inside it, you will follow my orders /soldier/. Leaving is not the best idea at this point as well. All of that means I will not tolerate your condescending smartass attempts to make me feel incompetent at my job by twisting my words. Instead I will make it perfectly clear that I am damn sure that you would not give a rats ass about any group I end with you, and from most perspectives that's a damn well enough reason to decline your search for the ultimate super-weapon that nobody including you has found in.......god knows how long." she states once she's made sure omega wasn't going anywhere. "Probably the last time since you've had a good laugh. That's occams razor at work. Now then, on the subject of the useless raid, when I dismiss you, you will wait in the armory to do your job until we have more intel on the impending situation." he states sternly, more or less done with his shit. "I'm sure we can have a nice chat later on."

 

Larkin: Larkin was quite open to the advice. Of course he had his training, but the guy was trying to be nice.

 

"Right, sorry...guess I'm just, uh...right well thanks." Larkin says as he readjusts his aim. "I'm Larkin...." he grunts in between shots.

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Martyr: The Selurian sighs, she had a few ideas, this was tougher than class, but whatever. "It's a small ship, might be faster than us. We attack from a distance and do not pursue, could be an ambush." She mentioned as she continued to look for more useful information on the culture.

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Redfield

 

Jason glanced over curiously at the man exiting the room. As soon as he got a good look at him, something stirred in his memory. Had they met before? No... they couldn't have. The man was young, definitely. But yet... Redfield glanced down and saw his name tag: ENS SPHINX

 

Jason's breath nearly caught in his throat. This was Riddler's son. The Marine quickly shut down any incoming look of surprise, maintaining a neutral expression. He hadn't given any surprise away outwardly. He would love nothing more than to stop and have a chat, talk about Riddler and Shmirdra... if not for his cover. The young man could never know who he truly was. As far as he was concerned, he was Major Wright, Planetary Alliance Marine Corps.

 

And that's the way it would stay.

 

"Ensign," Redfield said respectfully, nodding his head.

 

 

Matlock

 

Vincent crossed his arms, watching impassively as Larkin punched impressive groups in the target. "Not bad for a jarhead. Good to see all those legends about Marine marksmanship aren't just rumor," he remarked offhandedly, brushing off one shoulder.

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