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"It's just a flesh wound" HHAHAA, I love that movie; hmm, Lothir just finished off three of the last snakes, sooooo, let's introduce some more [i:fu6t1dy1]modern[/i:fu6t1dy1] enemies

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Onix saw Lothir finish off three of the four remaining snakes, going into a near frenzy at the sound of his own little battle-musical. The clone raised a brow beneath his helmet, then decided he could use some music of his own.
Quickly going through his suit's memory banks in the 'D' section, Onix picked out a very old band that would be considered near 5 centuries old in his galaxy, and choose a song that he thought was appropriate for the situation; the sounds of alarms going off in the background, followed by sounds of machine gun fire and other sounds of warfare.
Quickly it stepped into a heavy-metal beat, the rhythm blaring through his helmet speakers, though only he could here it, thanks to the high-tech piece of gear being sound-proof, both from the outside and in.
"Another mission, the powers have called me away. Another time to carry the colors again. . . " his speakers sang to him. ((xp points to the one who guesses the song and artist correctly

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[i:fu6t1dy1]God, I love this song[/i:fu6t1dy1] Onix thought to himself as he raised his HMG to Lothir's direction, ADS'd, acquired the last naga in his targeting reticule, and pulled the trigger calmly.
The 'Mauler' roared to life as .402 caliber FMJ-AP rounds flew from it's barrel, tearing into the scaly hide of the last snake. Onix held the trigger down, letting his M92 do what it did best; rend things limb from limb as .402 shell casings were sent clinging onto the ground next to him.
That was exactly what happened to the last snake; its body literally became a bloody pepper shaker as the full-metal jacket AP rounds tore into its skin, gathered as much innards as they could, then punched their way out the other end. Onix emptied the remainder of his current clip into the snake, which fell into very bloody chunks of flesh, bone, and internal organs.
The clone lowered his weapon, barrel steaming as it had just gone full-auto for a solid three seconds. He laughed at the sight of the mess he just made.
Not 30 meters away from the finished battle, a dozen or so of Onix's REAL enemies laid in wait, their hands caressing each of their laser carbines; little did Onix or the crew of his mother-ship know that they too had found a way to get to Toril's system.
The leader smiled beneath his camouflaged helmet. [i:fu6t1dy1]Well clone, looks like you led us to the proper place after all[/i:fu6t1dy1] he smiled as the thought went into his mind.