Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 08/27/2004 03:22 PM, DB Sommer said:
Finally found some time to write. The second part of his is written,
it's just a {question : quesition} of finding the time to revise it.
Hoping to do it either today or tomorrow, but this should be enough
for now.
Glad you were able to.
Dane was dressed in a bright yellow and blue uniform with a number of
gray lines running up and down the arms and legs. The outfit was a
custom made Farrgan Frame, which ran the fine line between defense
and agility. It was composed of absorption mesh that absorbed kinetic
impacts to a large degree, making the wearer impervious to small arms
projectile fire. Whatever shock the mesh was incapable of cushioning,
it would distribute the remainder evenly throughout the wearer's
body, protecting him from all but the most {debilitating of injuries
: severe impacts}. Due to its skintight nature it afforded the wearer
a maximum of {movement : mobility}.
The offensive power came from the exo-frame embedded in the mesh that
increased the wearer's strength {a :} five-fold. Its use was limited
to about five minutes before the frame ran out of power, but Dane
knew that any fight against their current opponents would not last
five minutes, win or lose.
There were a variety of pouches and a belt that held a number of
smaller items at different parts of the body. But they were nothing
compared to the weapons pod that had replaced his right hand. A
number of different weapons, from lasers to masers to projectiles,
were concealed in the extraordinarily versatile attachment that cost
more than a standard battle tank. About the only thing Dane couldn't
do with it was scratch his nose.
Sounds like he could, but it would be rather dangerous.
About the only difference in their raiment were the items strapped to
their backs. Slung across Harrison's were twin sledgehammers whose
handles, bristling with wiring and readouts, indicated they were no
mundane pieces of wood and steel. Artus had a large {powerback :
powerpack} whose cables fed into a special jackport that was embedded
in the back of his neck.
The route through the base took time, with security outposts{, :} at
nearly every corner. As they walked, Dane began interrogating their
guide. "What are the defenses like here?"
At least by arriving first Dane had control of the facility, even if
Killgore was technically an independent and didn't have to take
direct orders from Dane. At least the oversized buffoon wasn't in
charge of the situation this time. Dane {: would} make Killgore stay
out of the way once Zeiram showed up, and he was certain that time
was coming soon. His hunter's instinct was telling him something big
was coming, and it was rarely wrong. Maybe he'd get lucky, and Zeiram
would knock off Killgore before Dane finished the monster himself and
earned the hefty bonus for successful completion of the secondary
objective. He handled the small cylinder at his waist. Oh yes, he was
going to receive a large injection of cash above and beyond the
standard contract fee before this mission was over.
Warning {claxons : klaxons} blared in the control room. One of the
technicians manning the exterior sensors reported to Dane, "A ship is
approaching us from orbit at a high speed."
Dane shook his head. "He once survived atmospheric reentry without a
spaceship. He can survive that little crash, especially since he
slowed down at the end. He probably didn't want to take a chance of
destroying the lower levels and ruining what he's come here for."
Dane turned to the communication's technician. "Alert all security
forces to gather into their units and patrol the facility in their
pre-assigned routes until they locate Zeiram. He {won't : will} be
hard to miss. He's big, green, has a head shaped like a giant
mushroom, and will be trying to kill everything that comes into his
line of sight."
Any distinguishing characteristics? :}b
Within moments the two people that had set up the explosives joined
the {other's sides : others}. They pulled out remote detonators and
set off the charges. There was the sound of a small explosion, then
nothing.
"I see," Iria said. "Well, marrying him seems a bit extreme, but I
have to agree, it'd be worse than running into Zeiram." She turned
off the communicator before he could respond.
"That has got to be one of the nastiest divorces ever," Yuri
whispered to her partner. Kei could only nod in response.
Amen. At least on Iria's side.