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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Peterson" data-source="post: 2168249" data-attributes="member: 21431">Ken checked his sensors once more as he maneuvered his mecha around the building.  The sensors confirmed nine life signs; four outside and another five in a nearby building.  Almost even odds, Ken thought to himself as he activated the battery on his chaingun.  He smiled in appreciation as he noticed Fayne’s chaingun already rotating at full speed.“Looks like we get to go play with the natives” Fayne called over her comm, indicating the gray and blue skinned aliens before them.  Ken could easily hear the relief in her voice, and he had to agree with the feeling.  Still, he thought, I do wonder what a Kin’Kho-tae looks like – if they even exist.The three Mycabri all felt the ground tremble before the Vic'Tarian, their natural tremorsense giving them the edge.  Almost as one, they immediately looked to the east, as their predator instincts shot a single thought through their nervous systems: Prey.Fenis wheeled his assault rifle around and fired a hasty burst at the approaching mechas, missing horribly.  He frowned slightly as he stepped out from behind cover, attempting to find a more advantageous firing position.Koveris released a low growl of joy, as the muscles in his fingers pushed his deadly claws forward, releasing them from their fleshy sheaths.  He moved a few feet east, his entire body tensing to charge, should the order to engage be given.Liz skidded to a stop a mere twenty feet from the target building, her mind blazing with the changing tactical situation.  Noting the position of her teammates, Liz decided to secure the target first, letting the others deal with the approaching mechas.  All they gotta do is distract them for another thirty seconds, she thought to herself as she surged ahead towards the building.Kaden took stock of the situation and decided that diplomacy might be the best course to take.  Dropping his firearm to his side, he approached slowly and in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner.Dane walked down the dirt-packed street, towards the Dusty Rhoade Cafe Bar & Grill Family Diner, the only place in town to get a decent cup of coffee.  As she walked through the red-tinted glass doors, she noticed that it wasn’t very busy.  Normally got more people to talk to, this time of day, she thought as she grabbed a stool at the bar.  An over-weight waitress ignored her for the first five minutes before finally asking what she needed.“Coffee, and the news” came Dane’s reply.“Ain’t much to tell, for true.  Native attacks have been on the rise, and its been said that there is some sort of fuss in Flatstone.  Want that black or with pro-cream?”  the waitress said from around her cigarette.“Black, unless you got a shipment of sugar in?”   Dane asked hopefully.  The waitress merely snorted and poured a helping of thick, dark sludge into a chipped mug that said Collective’s Greatest Fat-, the rest of the wording worn completely off.“Geh,” Dane mutters to herself as she gulps down the rapidly cooling protein-substitute coffee, “Why can’t there ever be sugar?”</blockquote>

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