Mike Boone, if he didn't die in the uprising, would live a life in a small town somewhere in the eastern european area, at most he would hunt down 203 if he survived the uprising.

203, granted he survives the current events in City 7, would notice that the second uprising in city 7 would be the time it falls. He would get as much weapons and ammo as he could carry, and start treking towards City 45 for refuge. Depending on the situation, he would either fight alongside the units in City 45, both new and old, or find a group of city 45 units that are escaping and just trek along with them. He'd most likely die in either situation, whether it be by rebels, illness, starvation, old age, or at the hands of Mike Boone.

Vek'Vosh'Tal would probably assist in the rebuilding of earth, healing the wounded or taking up a more combatic role (Maybe being part of the police force?). He'd then just fade into history, perhaps traversing the world in search of his partner R-4913.

34370 (AKA 'Necro', 'Humper' ect.), if he survives the events of the uprising, would most likely be kept as a pet by one of the denizens in Ineu. If not, he would the rest of his life in solitude, seeing how most humans would leave towards civilization, 34370 would live a lonely life until dying of most likely starvation.

Jason Duvall would just fade into the crowd, maybe seek therapy so he can speak again.

After the APC has left, the vortigaunt cocks his head to the side in confusion. "The Combine use words as a weapon, rather then their weapons." The vortigaunt looks around the room at no one in particular, before shrugging his shoulders. "This one is confused."

The vortigaunt slowly stands from behind the counter, he stands idle next to Layla, his claws clench and unclench in a nervous and uneasy manner. The vortigaunt lightly shifts from side to side as he watches the two units, eyeing the elite more than the trench coated one.

The vortigaunt's head shoots up slightly as the APC is heard off in the distance, his head turns in the general direction of the sound. He lowers his arms, turning his body fully while he hunches his body down slightly. He side-pedals towards a suitable position by the bar, before crouching down behind it, pressumbly next to Layla. His claws clench and unclench, but they don't seem to be glowing with any sort of energy.. yet.

The vortigaunt, standing by the fire, keeps his claws level with his chest. His head lifts up slightly at the sound of an airboat, he listens as the airboat grows louder and louder before quieting. He turns a few moments later as the kevlar-klad man walks in through the door, he stares at him as he walks towards the stairs, and turns back towards the fire, ignoring the other human who asked for a calender.

Kronic you sexy #person #owner #person, I'll miss seeing you around as an admin, but I hope I'll see you around the server when it comes back up. I also wish you luck in whatever you may do outside gaming <3. I'll always remember when you n' me we're regular members, and we were both recruits at the same time, so it was like, a... CCA bromance, but not really, but kinda really. Good times, I miss 'em. We should have more sometiem.
See you around, Kronic

As the Vortigaunt walks into the Inn, he stops at the doorway, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to adjust to the change in light. After a moment, the vortigaunt shuffles forward towards the fire. He stands nearby, arms extended towards the fire, fingers on his claws clenching time to time.