I gotta present for ya!

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"REAL TOUGH GUY!" Keats taunted at the shredded clones.
He dashed into the lift and set it to go for the Promenade.
"I only hope i can get there in time... i couldnt bear to lose... to
lose her.." He looked down, and attached the strap around his
shoulder.
"There's two shuttle bays on each side of the ship, I suggest we get
to the closest one and get as many weapons off the ships as we can"
Seymour gulped and breathed deeply. He was turning a nasty shade of
green in his helmet. "I think you gentlemen better go without me…"
He turned to go back but Dante spun him around. "Show us the way!"
He said.
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The lift started to slow. John had donned his dark-glasses and was
currently posing with a cigarette in his mouth, The Gun(TM) pointed
in the air at a slight angle. The lift doors opened. He stood there
for a second, he couldnt hear any gasps or swoons, infact, he couldnt
hear anything over the scraping of metal from 12ft metallic Jay-bots.
Luckily they hadnt noticed him yet.
"Ok Gun, lets take a pot shot, see what wecan do"
Keats levelled the gun, took his cigarette out his mouth, flung it
onto the promenade deck.
"I gotta present for ya!" He shouted at the Jaybots.
One turned towards him as he fired a small salvo of micro-missles.
All 8 hit him, making a nice explosion sound and leaving a pleasant
smell of propellant and oil. As the dust cleared he noticed that
instead of the shards of metal lying around not moving, there was a
grinning 12ft tall heap of very undestroyed JayBot. It grinned a row
of foot long teeth, and it revealed its own rockets.
"Erk!" John started hitting the close door button.
"Come on come on! ohhhh, sod this!!!" He dived out of the lift as the
rockets hit home, rolling as he landed. He picked up the pace and did
what he did best, ran like buggery. No-one was around.
"there all dead... im to late..." He started to slow down.
"Im.. to late..." The JayBot opend fire again with a chain gun, it
missed with most, a few hit home but were absorbed through the Int-
Armour, the shots momentum throwing Keats forward through a shop door.
He got up and walked half dazed through a back door, the gun acted
for Keats here, emptying a round through a cheetah clone that was
feasting on the shops goods.
Keats slumped down in a corner.
"Theyre... all dead.. i got here to late.. i should of stayed"
He tucked his head between his knees and sat in the secluded corner
of the shop, The Gun had set itself up in sentry mode to defend John
from any wandering clone. Keats sat there in a room no bigger than
2ft by 4ft, and stared aimlessly at the floor.
<tag, anyone want to restore my belief your alive?>

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