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As you mull the proposition over in your head (simultaneously feeling the voice's impatience), you fail to notice what's happening around you. You are suddenly jolted out of your thoughts by a laser blast to the head. You snarl and turn to see an enormous number of men surrounding you. Each one is dressed in white, with silver shoulderpads, wearing a helmet with a black-tinted visor. One of them, who you assume to be the leader, stands out from the others, with spikes on his shoulderpads and helmet, a gold cape, and his visor is blue instead of black. He hovers in the air by use of a jetpack. All of them are holding odd, high-tech looking weapons.
Without wasting a moment, you attack. But unlike the men you fought before, these people do not flee. Instead, they simply open fire upon you. The lasers sting, but your rage allows you to tear past them with ease. You are almost upon the front line when you feel a crushing force explode against your chest, sending you flying back several yards. As you get up and charge forth to try again, you feel the same force explode against your head, causing you to collapse to the ground. But you are on your feet again in an instant, and this time you make it to the front line without getting hit again. You tear into the closest fighter, but to your and the voice's shock, you sense no fear or horror eminating from him - in fact, even as you tear into him, he stabs a dagger into your arm before dying. You rip it out and leap at another fighter, but a bolt of electricity knocks you out of the air. You suddenly feel a crushing force yet again, this time pulling you to the ground. Several of the men surround you, all of them holding elaborate guns with radar-dish-like pieces on the end, all keeping their weapons squarely aimed at you. You try to stand, but find that your body has become too heavy to lift. You snarl and thrash, but to no avail.
The leader lands and approaches you. When he speaks, his voice is cold and emotionless. "Foolish beast. No one has been able to beat the Dracotech Squad before and no one ever will."
You snarl at him, then hiss "What is this? Why can't I move?"
The leader smiles. "Pressure guns. Right now you're feeling roughly 40 tons of pressure per square inch. I'm amazed you're even alive. I thought I was dealing with a rampaging beast acing purely on instinct, but if you can talk you're obviously at least somewhat intelligent. So tell me, what's going on?"
Written by dracotech
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