I move my usual 150 meters to the opening and begin to fire wildly with with my Gauss, saying to the other team. Not this way. Not today.
Despite my warnings, a red and white Doomcrow lurches out of the cover and into the middle ground. "R"
Vassago.
I position on the right side of the huge...wall...and wait for my Doomcrow to approach. And that he does. A nice game of peak a boo begins trading hits. Vassago staying expertly behind cover and taking the Gauss hits to the right side.
I find myself filled with bloodlust so I step out a tad far and Vassago makes me pay with two alphas to my CT, his doomcrow shutting down, eloquently, behind cover. I can barely see some right arm. I get lucky and place a dual gauss into it.
Knowing my next hit to be my last, I prepare to back up when I see his Doomcrow starting up again.
Then...because either gods love me, or hate him. His Doomcrow mysteriously warps through the edge of the....wall...(what the hell IS HPG uplink? why are we on the death star? is this 1970s sci fi model town?) and presents himself in full glory. Im awed at the paint job.
Vassago desperately tries to back up. Sorry. Theres a wall there now. To the left he squirms. To the right. Nay back to the left thats the ticket.
As his arm hits the ground you can only hear one sound over the muffled hum of silent deep space.
A voice mutter.....
"Robots."
On the upside, Vassago lived, my entire team died in less than 2 minutes, and I ran screaming for my spawn area as their 11 remaining teammates rode me down like a pederast being run out of Tombstone by a posse.
Robots.
Edited by KraftySOT, 30 October 2014 - 10:00 AM.