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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Peterson" data-source="post: 2909812" data-attributes="member: 21431">The elevator doors slid open, silently, ominously.  The two men stepped in without hurry, without a care, only their eyes showed their emotion.  It was excitement.  The slightly taller human reached forward and poked a button on the lift’s controls.  The number 3 glowed a dim yellow, and the doors slid shut, silently, ominously.Dharn leaned his upper body out from cover, using the side of the wall as a brace, as he fired a quick shot into the smoke.  The projectile left the suppressed barrel with a pop, only to slam hard – and ineffectively – into the wall.Two of the four CMC troopers were busy reloading their laser rifles, trying to make as much noise as they could, while the other two were closing the trap.  One trooper went prone and began, slowly, crawling his way into the smoke – the other soldier kneeling just behind his prone partner, aiming his rifle into the smoke.  He could hold this position for hours, if he ha – Thud.  The only warning the kneeling trooper got was when the bullet impacted into the wall, mere inches from his face.  Pure reflex took over, as he jerked his head back, letting a loud gasp of air expel from his lungs as he drove for cover – leaving his partner – the prone, crawling soldier – alone.Mont stormed into the thick smoke, stretching his tremorsense ability to its limits, as he ran.  That tremorsense would give him a huge advantage in this smoke, especially when he engaged the soldiers in hand-to-hand combat.  There! his extraordinary sense screamed,  to the right, five feet away, and prone..  Mont realized he was moving too quickly. Without thinking, the Mycabri threw his upper weight backward, dropping into a feet-first power slide. As he passed the trooper, both of them now prone, Mont reached out and grabbed a hold of the soldier, breaking his slide. Using the forward momentum, Mont brought his head forward, fast, and sunk his fangs deep into his enemy's armored shoulder. Another flex of specialized muscles near the fangs injected a powerful venom...The prone CMC trooper never even saw the native come sliding through the opaque smoke, until it slammed into him.  He felt the deadly teeth sink into his armor, but it held – he’d only have a bruise there, thankfully.  He had heard stories that the venom of the Mycabri could render a person paralyzed for life, and didn’t wish to find out first-hand.  Shaking himself back to the present, the soldier pushed his attacker off of him with one hand, and drew out his high-frequency dagger from his thigh sheath.  While he couldn’t really see where the native was, he had a good guess – a guess that was confirmed when his wild strike cut deep into the Mycabri’s stomach.  With triumph evident in his voice, he yelled into his comm.-unit ”Native, starboard, thigh-high!”Confused, and hurt, Mont looked around – uselessly, thanks to the smoke.  However, his tremorsense managed to catch the faint movements of another soldier, slightly more than 5’ away, moving into a firing position – and Mont’s ears easily detected the pitched whine a laser rifle makes right before it fires…</blockquote>

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