User:Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/RPG/Filler

Arnout jumped high into the sky, and deployed his wings. Slowly hovering down, he had is computer scan the police websites for crimes going on. It came up with nothing. “What? No crime?” Arnout thought to himself, and to his computer. “No reported crimes, Arnout.” His computer responded. “Oh well, the good old fashioned way then...” Arnout thought. Setting down his suit, he set a course for the highest point in the vicinity; the Big Ben.

After reaching the Big Ben, he jumped up to the edge of the roof. After setting down his stabilising units, he deployed his sniper rifle. Arnout muttered to himself; “Come to daddy, badguys...”

After a while of scouting out London, Arnout’s computer warned him of a bank robbing going down. Arnout turned his rifle towards the financial district, and zoomed in on the bank. Mentally, he ordered his computer to load a tracking device. “Let’s do this the right way, for a change.” He thought. His computer warned him: “Arnout, the chest area of the suit can only take a few dozen more hits, and then it will need either very expansive repairs, or a complete change.” Arnout grunted in reply, and jumped off the Big Ben, too make his way to the bank.

Before Arnout could reach the scene of the crime, his computer informed him that the robbers had left the bank, and where now on the run. Arnout asked for a location, and jumped high into the sky, engaging his rifle. While hovering, he targeted the robbers’ getaway car, and fired. His computer confirmed a hit, and provided a map of London, giving away the robbers’ location.

Arnout hit the ground hard, and his computer warned him; “Arnout, we are down to 50% power. We only have enough power left for 4 more long jumps. And that last landing was too hard; you need to slow down more before touching down.” “Jeez, I should ask Dorres to make me a mute button.” Arnout replied, irritated. Not reacting to Arnout’s sarcasm, his computer replied. “If you are going to ask mister Dorres for a mute button, then ask him to repair the chest area too.” Arnout didn’t even answer, but jumped into the sky fast, closing in on the bank robbers.

After two more jumps, Arnout had caught up with the fleeing bank robbers. Opening his external communication channels, he mumbled to himself; “Hold on to yar suspenders.” And next, he roared: “COWWAAAAABUNGGGAAAAA!!!!!!!!!” whilst landing on the trunk of the getaway car.

Arnout crashed straight through the trunk of the car, impaling it to the ground. Inside his helmet, a series of alarms started ringing. With a firm mental swipe, he dismissed the alarms, and then proceeded to fire his beanbag shotguns at the rear window of the car, destroying it. He turned on his pepper spray dispensers, and flooded the car with it. The robbers came crawling out of the car, completely disorientated, one of them vomiting. Arnout raised his arms to each side of the car, and tasered all four robbers. Freeing himself from the wreckage, he said to the bystanders; “That’s what you get for going down the wrong path people. Stay stafe.”

With those words, he tried to jump up, but the alarms started blearing again. His computer informed him about the situation; “Arnout, we have power for one more jump. But we have lost half the function in the right leg, and the left leg has lost 90 percent of its function. We can’t jump.” “F**K!!” Arnout shouted. “Can we run? We have to get out of here!” “The suit can run, for about a mile.”

Arnout ran, and ran and ran. Panting for breath, he stopped in a dark alley. Arnout switched visors, and checked the shadows with his night vision. “No sign of life, Arnout.” The computer commented. “Good. Call Dorris, and tell him I need a tech crew here ASAP.”

Arnout hated queues. They made him anxious, and nervous. His computer tried to calm him, responding to Arnout’s heightened stress levels. “Arnout, there is nothing to worry about. This bank is perfectly safe, and cameras are watching every corner.” “I hate cameras too.” Arnout thought back to his computer. “They see all, and record all. I don’t want my identity all over the web.”

After 15 long minutes of waiting, Arnout finally made it to the front of the line. Just as he started talking to the woman behind the counter, four women walked into the bank, and the metal detectors started blearing. “Great.” I’m screwed.” Arnout thought, just as the women pulled out machineguns and opened fire on the security robots. It wasn’t a fair fight. The robots, which where only carrying non-lethal weapons, where shot to bits. As one, the woman ejected their empty magazines, and reloaded. “Everyone on the floor, NOW!” a blond, petite woman shouted, waving her gun at the crowd. Arnout, who was already on the floor, tried to make himself even more casual, hoping they wouldn’t take note of him. “Shit me, I wish I had brought my gun with me.” His computer replied, deploying only logic; “If you had brought you gun, you would not have made into the bank, Arnout.”