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[Loufi]

HE, because Overload stagger.

[Teh_Ocelot]

OT: Still think the HI could take the HE. Cloaked sticky 'nade or two to the forehead is a sight to behold.

It's hard to be accurate with your slow moving sticky nades while stunlocked to hell   

[JGDD]

You're assuming the HE has seen you.

[Teh_Ocelot]

You're assuming the HE has seen you.

There's a Geth Scanner for that, and a Combat Drone as well

[JGDD]

Works both ways for the scanner and combat drones don't reliably deploy through walls.

[ClydeInTheShell]

Go forth and conquer.

fixed. 

[JGDD]

Actually I do run 4/6/6/6/4 but if you're not used to it then it's safer as I posted it. Frankly, the HI with the Raider is a powerhouse I never gave much thought to until recently.

[ALTBOULI]

HE but it doesnt matter because Vanilla Human soldier would dominate both

[Salarian Master Race]

Go forth and conquer.

 

Refixed

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HE but it doesnt matter because Vanilla Human soldier would dominate both

human adept beats human soldier tho

[Salarian Master Race]

human adept beats human soldier tho

 

Disruptor Krysae Human Female Sentinel shoots around/above cover/corners, staggers with each shot, follows with Throw, staggers again, makes Tech Burst, staggers again, gets in close, and then Tech Armor all the other vanilla humans (she takes the radius evo)

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Disruptor Krysae Human Female Sentinel shoots around/above cover/corners, staggers with each shot, follows with Throw, staggers again, makes Tech Burst, staggers again, gets in close, and then Tech Armor all the other vanilla humans (she takes the radius evo)

shockwave spam through walls wins with the vanilla human category i think

[The NightMan Cometh]

With no Scanner for either of them.....the HE better be the best geth hunter detector ever....other wize.. Black Widow + Cloak = Head Shot

 

game, set & match.

[Salarian Master Race]

shockwave spam through walls wins with the vanilla human category i think

 

only if the opponent is afk making a turkey sandwich

[lonerenforcer9]

only if the opponent is afk making a turkey sandwich

 

That's how I play my Huntress

 

Channel ----> Cloak -----> Make a sandwich (or get a beer)

 

PvP plz 2 EZ...the game plays itself

[Deerber]

It would depend on a variety of variables, but overall I'd give the infiltrator the upper hand.

[m-99 saber]

Go forth and conquer.

My build is much like this, but with cryo radius evolution. I'll try it on my HFI, as I love any Raider build 

 

SMR: I usually don't max out my drone, because I'm a scrub and I need more shields to not die every second. But I am starting to fall in love with my shiny and new Executioner Pistol X.

[The NightMan Cometh]

I name this build Andrew "Ender" Wiggins         http://kalence.drupa...90.5.5!!!1....G

 

 

Insert Bill Paxton "Game Over, man" gif here.......

 

neither is allowed to use the geth scanner

[JGDD]

My build is much like this, but with cryo radius evolution. I'll try it on my HFI, as I love any Raider build 

Clyde's posted build is a better min/max build if you're used to playing fairly aggressively. It's also what I use except for gear choices. I tend to like up close and personal when I use the Raider so I'll use cyclonics more often than not. If I use the Wraith then poweramps would have a better chance of ending up in a slot.

[Salarian Master Race]

My build is much like this, but with cryo radius evolution. I'll try it on my HFI, as I love any Raider build 

 

SMR: I usually don't max out my drone, because I'm a scrub and I need more shields to not die every second. But I am starting to fall in love with my shiny and new Executioner Pistol X.

 

Well that was a "kick the vanilla infiltrator's ass" build.  For normal co-op I'd probably build her differently, and take more radius evos for ex.

[Learn To Love Yourself]

tl;dr

 

Vanilla Juice, a highly decorated Alliance Engineer, was strolling down the hallway when all of a sudden, she caught a glimpse of the most coveted treasure within the break room.  A bagel - the last bagel – and it was chocolate chip, her favorite!

 

She looked around and saw that no one was anywhere in sight.  She deployed her Chain Lightning Drone to guard the door, just to make sure no mischievous joker was playing a prank on her.  Surprisingly, she happened to be the most successful food thief in the bunker.  Of course, what made this so much more delicious was the fact that Infiltrators were always being blamed, due to their sneaky battle style with the cloak and all.  This filled her with glee, since they did nothing but boast about their damage bonuses and incessantly mocked her for her drone (after all, Infiltrators have three decoys).

 

As her hand was millimeters from victoriously grasping her newfound treat, a sudden indentation started to form, and it was getting deeper and deeper.  All of a sudden, from the indentation decloaked Big Daddy’s middle finger.

 

“Caught you red handed, Juice… finally.  My squad will no longer be the target of injustice caused by your vile lack of will power.”  Big Daddy’s chest grew with pride as he sneered through his helmet at the panicked Vanilla Juice. 

 

What was she to do?

 

She paused for a moment, bowed her head, looking down, appearing to feel some semblance of remorse.  Daddy’s grin grew as Juice’s head lowered.  Suddenly, her head snapped back up, and Daddy  was greeted by an angry, wicked, and gleaming smile.  Her omnitool started to pulse and glow ever more brightly and more rapidly.  Why, she wasn’t looking down in shame at all!  She was powering her omnitool!  Daddy’s eyes widened, and he grit his teeth firmly as he braced himself, knowing what was about to come.

 

All of a sudden, a blinding light filled the room, decimating every shadow and inkling of darkness, and electricity arced to and from every metal component in the room, from the tiniest screws to the frame of the giant chandelier.  Every single fiber of Big Daddy’s muscles were contracted as though mini-black holes were set in the center of each one.  Pain surged through his entire being, as he could feel the electricity forcing through him, like a raging river carving through sand.  But he would not go without a fight.  Somehow, he was able to regain control, cloak, and barrel roll behind the counter.

 

“It’s gonna take a lot more than that to get me, Juice!  I guess someone needs a lesson from the Fountain Bringer.” 

He pulls out his Black Widow, called the “Fountain Bringer” due to Daddy’s propensity towards landing headshots on all his targets with surgical precision.

 

Though his breathing was labored, and his hands were still twitching from the shock, he was a seasoned vet and learned long ago how to control, and even focus, his pain to his benefit.  He jumped from behind the counter towards the bar, taking quick aim, mid-air.  Juice was aware of his God-like accuracy and made a dive in the opposite direction, shielding her head with her arm, which, in milliseconds, exploded at the elbow.  She screamed, mostly out of rage, but with a fair bit of pain throughout her guttural war cry.  She managed to quickly scoot herself behind the fallen refrigerator immediately after landing.

 

“Hope you’re right-handed,” snickered Daddy, as he charged his gun with Drill Rounds.  “You did good to avoid a headshot, but lightning don’t strike twice.  I give that move you did two thumbs up, something you won’t quite be able to do anymore.  I don’t know if you know this about Fountain Bringer, but she can penetrate through several meters of solid metal.  It may not make a difference, since I hear around the barracks you’re quite accustomed to penetration of varying width and depth.”

 

Daddy takes a few pot shots at the fridge.  Each round drills through the refrigerator with ease, like shooting BBs through wet toilet paper, introducing bowling ball sized holes with each shot.

 

Juice laid as low as possible, gritting her teeth through the pain.  Her back became saturated by the pool of her own blood.  She looked down at where her left forearm used to be, which she could almost still feel.  She casted a small Incinerate onto the wound, cauterizing it.  She was getting dizzy and needed to finish this fast.

 

Daddy, wounded, but feeling triumphant, kept a watchful eye over the fridge.  There was no escape.  He needed only to reload and finish the job through cover.  He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.  Her impetuousness had nearly caused several missions to fail, and he had lost good friends due to her less than subtle battle tactics, always alerting the enemy to the squad’s position.

 

*Click!* - the sound if impending death sounds, as he smacks his last clip into Fountain Bringer.  Just then, he noticed his shadow being cast upon the wall in front of him.  He turned around slowly, his face only inches from Juice’s drone, which she had stealthily cast just on the other side of the bar during her dive to the fridge.  He is blinded by the shock of its lightning attack, right in his face, his helmet providing very little protection.   Almost simultaneously, Juice vaulted over the fridge, pulled out her Paladin, and took aim at the back of Daddy’s head.  Reflexively, Daddy used Fountain Bringer to swat her arm off the line of her aim, causing the bullet to crush the left side of his helmet, ricocheting into the drone, which fizzed out of existence.  Now they were locked in hand to hand combat.

 

Throughout the course of this intense battle, their helmets had filled with so much perspiration that the sweat was filling their helmets like a goldfish bowl, and the water level was just below their noses.  Now there was a time limit to end their battle.  They both jumped back, breaking their stalemated lock, released their omniblades, and charged for the killing blow.

 

*Boom!* - as they were each about to deliver their deathblows, they both started to fall sideways.  As they fell, seemingly in slow motion, both of them shocked by this sudden loss of balance, they saw one of each of their legs flying upwards, twirling like little fireworks, with trails of spiraling blood droplets following.  Their bodies thud onto the ground almost simultaneously, their eyes locked onto each other in bewilderment.  They were unable to catch air, as their faces were immersed in their own sweat due to their horizontal positions.  Suddenly, their locked gaze was broken by the butt of a smoking Widow slamming on the ground.  A three fingered hand reached down and picked up the bagel, which had landed between them during the scuffle.

 

As they gasped in their last breath, their lungs filled with their own stale sweat.  They look up to see the Quarian Infiltrator who had volunteered to serve in the department.  She laughed as she shoved the bagel into her induction port.  “This is why you need environmental regulators in your suit, carbon-based scum lol”

“Ptooie.  Raisins.  Yucksters!  I guess I’ll just have my soup.” 

 

This answers the ageless question of “What does Tali’s sweat taste like?”

Nothing.  Quarians don’t sweat.

 

The Bum Bum (End)

[ClydeInTheShell]

Refixed

Never tried this, and the Overload setup makes a lot of sense for a one shot like the Executioner. The cryo evo on Incinerate confused me at first, but would probably melt armor like butter. Very nice. 

[The NightMan Cometh]

tl;dr

 

Vanilla Juice, a highly decorated Alliance Engineer, was strolling down the hallway when all of a sudden, she caught a glimpse of the most coveted treasure within the break room.  A bagel - the last bagel – and it was chocolate chip, her favorite!

 

She looked around and saw that no one was anywhere in sight.  She deployed her Chain Lightning Drone to guard the door, just to make sure no mischievous joker was playing a prank on her.  Surprisingly, she happened to be the most successful food thief in the bunker.  Of course, what made this so much more delicious was the fact that Infiltrators were always being blamed, due to their sneaky battle style with the cloak and all.  This filled her with glee, since they did nothing but boast about their damage bonuses and made incessantly mocked her for her drone (after all, Infiltrators have three decoys).

 

As her hand was millimeters from victoriously grasping her newfound treat, a sudden indentation started to form, and it was getting deeper and deeper.  All of a sudden, from the indentation decloaked Big Daddy’s middle finger.

 

“Caught you red handed, Juice… finally.  My squad will no longer be the target of injustice caused by your vile lack of will power.”  Big Daddy’s chest grew with pride as he sneered through his helmet at the panicked Vanilla Juice. 

 

What was she to do?

 

She paused for a moment, bowed her head, looking down, appearing to feel some semblance of remorse.  Daddy’s grin grew as Juice’s head lowered.  Suddenly, her head snapped back up, and Daddy  was greeted by an angry, wicked, and gleaming smile.  Her omnitool started to pulse and glow ever more brightly and more rapidly.  Why, she wasn’t looking down in shame at all!  She was powering her omnitool!  Daddy’s eyes widened, and he grit his teeth firmly as he braced himself, knowing what was about to come.

 

All of a sudden, a blinding light filled the room, decimating every shadow and inkling of darkness, and electricity arced to and from every metal component in the room, from the tiniest screws to the frame of the giant chandelier.  Every single fiber of Big Daddy’s muscles were contracted as though mini-black holes were set in the center of each one.  Pain surged through his entire being, as he could feel the electricity forcing through him, like a raging river carving through sand.  But he would not go without a fight.  Somehow, he was able to regain control, cloak, and barrel roll behind the counter.

 

“It’s gonna take a lot more than that to get me, Juice!  I guess someone needs a lesson from the Fountain Bringer.” 

He pulls out his Black Widow, called the “Fountain Bringer” due to Daddy’s propensity towards landing headshots on all his targets with surgical precision.

 

Though his breathing was labored, and his hands were still twitching from the shock, he was a seasoned vet and learned long ago how to control, and even focus, his pain to his benefit.  He jumped from behind the counter towards the bar, taking quick aim, mid-air.  Juice was aware of his God-like accuracy and made a dive in the opposite direction, shielding her head with her arm, which, in milliseconds, exploded at the elbow.  She screamed, mostly out of rage, but with a fair bit of pain throughout her guttural war cry.  She managed to quickly scoot herself behind the fallen refrigerator immediately after landing.

 

“Hope you’re right-handed,” snickered Daddy, as he charged his gun with Drill Rounds.  “You did good to avoid a headshot, but lightning don’t strike twice.  I give that move you did two thumbs up, something you won’t quite be able to do anymore.  I don’t know if you know this about Fountain Bringer, but she can penetrate through several meters of solid metal.  It may not make a difference, since I hear around the barracks you’re quite accustomed to penetration of varying width and depth.”

 

Daddy takes a few pot shots at the fridge.  Each round drills through the refrigerator with ease, like shooting BBs through wet toilet paper, introducing bowling ball sized holes with each shot.

 

Juice laid as low as possible, gritting her teeth through the pain.  Her back became saturated by the pool of her own blood.  She looked down at where her left forearm used to be, which she could almost still feel.  She casted a small Incinerate onto the wound, cauterizing it.  She was getting dizzy and needed to finish this fast.

 

Daddy, wounded, but feeling triumphant, kept a watchful eye over the fridge.  There was no escape.  He needed only to reload and finish the job through cover.  He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.  Her impetuousness had nearly caused several missions to fail, and he had lost good friends due to her less than subtle battle tactics, always alerting the enemy to the squad’s position.

 

*Click!* - the sound if impending death sounds, as he smacks his last clip into Fountain Bringer.  Just then, he noticed his shadow being cast upon the wall in front of him.  He turned around slowly, his face only inches from Juice’s drone, which she had stealthily cast just on the other side of the bar during her dive to the fridge.  He is blinded by the shock of its lightning attack, right in his face, his helmet providing very little protection.   Almost simultaneously, Juice vaulted over the fridge, pulled out her Paladin, and took aim at the back of Daddy’s head.  Reflexively, Daddy used Fountain Bringer to swat her arm off the line of her aim, causing the bullet to crush the left side of his helmet, ricocheting into the drone, which fizzed out of existence.  Now they were locked in hand to hand combat.

 

Throughout the course of this intense battle, their helmets had filled with so much perspiration that the sweat was filling their helmets like a goldfish bowl, and the water level was just below their noses.  Now there was a time limit to end their battle.  They both jumped back, breaking their stalemated lock, released their omniblades, and charged for the killing blow.

 

*Boom!* - as they were each about to deliver their deathblows, they both started to fall sideways.  As they fell, seemingly in slow motion, both of them shocked by this sudden loss of balance, they saw one of each of their legs flying upwards, twirling like little fireworks, with trails of spiraling blood droplets following.  Their bodies thud onto the ground almost simultaneously, their eyes locked onto each other in bewilderment.  They were unable to catch air, as their faces were immersed in their own sweat due to their horizontal positions.  Suddenly, their locked gaze was broken by the butt of a smoking Widow slamming on the ground.  A three fingered hand reached down and picked up the bagel, which had landed between them during the scuffle.

 

As they gasped in their last breath, their lungs filled with their own stale sweat.  They look up to see the Quarian Infiltrator who had volunteered to serve in the department.  She laughed as she shoved the bagel into her induction port.  “This is why you need environmental regulators in your suit, carbon-based scum lol”

“Ptooie.  Raisins.  Yucksters!  I guess I’ll just have my soup.” 

 

This answers the ageless question of “What does Tali’s sweat taste like?”

Nothing.  Quarians don’t sweat.

 

The Bum Bum (End)

 

JC on a crutch..this is beyond gold..^^^^ this is definitely platinum

 

For some reason I picture you sitting in some uber trendy coffee selling cafe...at a table with your laptop...writing this

[Caineghis2500]

wow jack way tl   

[Terminator Force]

^ Someone has more free time then me. Unpossible.