[Story] Beta Search the Ligature of Stigma [part 2]

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A message appeared: Your mission, find Ald. A blue dot began to
flash far to the left. A lone purple zergling appeared, but rather
than charging in to attack, it sat down and began to mutate. Rich
pointed his rifle at it and began to frantically hose it with gauss
slugs. The zergling's body seemed to expand as if it were
inflating, under its skin glowed a greenish fluid. It started to
roll forward, then burst in a shower of acid under Rich's fire.

By this time all the other purple dots had also vanished, as well
as most of the white ones. They seemed to be retreating
northwards, save for two rapidly heading Rich's way. A few neutral
gray blips appeared in the valley, and looking up through his
helmet canopy, Rich saw several ovine-like aliens fleeing the white
dot.

Moments later, a large flying armored suit appeared over the hills
and arced over to land nearby. The Holo display tagged it as a
Nomad unit. Doug's familiar voice crackled over the radio, "Hey
Rich, I see they got you too. Sorry I can't help with your
mission, I have to defend the base." Although he seemed to look
longingly after the fleeing sheep, Nomad'Doug started assembling
an automated defense turret. "Better hurry before Purple's troops
come back."

The other dot proved to be a Medic in sexy white armor bearing a
large shield and a glowing rod. "Sexist designers as usual,"
Silverraven's sultry voice reassured Rich for a moment, "you might
almost be amazed at what I had to do to convince them to add the
modifications I wanted to see." With a flick of her wrist, the
glowing end of the rod lengthened into a long whip. "Start
running, and repeat after me, 'Where there's a whip' *Crack*
'there's a way!'"

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On Jan 4, 5:59 am, tempus fugit <melbrin...@hotmail.com> wrote:
[part3]
A sharp jab to the buttocks and Rich made a tremendous leap as the
suit administered its cocktail of tailored combat stimulants.
Normally toxic, the damage from the drugs and lash of the
electrowhip were both quickly soothed by the healing rod's effects.

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On Jan 4, 6:05 am, tempus fugit <melbrin...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> On Jan 4, 5:59 am, tempus fugit <melbrin...@hotmail.com> wrote:

[part 4]

"I don't wanna go to war today!," Rich wailed

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[Part 5 stupid unexplained errors]

" wulfishly."

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On Jan 4, 6:10 am, tempus fugit <melbrin...@hotmail.com> wrote:
[Part 6 - tell me that one word wasn't the error]
[nope, still getting post errors]