|
Creating A Character Profession, Rep, and Missions Stats Mission Forum Misc. Info Non-Nen Techniques Nen Guide Nen System |
Current News Hullo World! Summer is officially here! Whether you prefer to spend it tucked away indoors, or bathing in the sun, or just enjoying an extra excuse to eat ice cream, have we got a fantastic event for you! The bells for Togashi High ring out, and while you may be out of class for summer, there’s stil one month left to go for stuents there. Sign up by creating a high school aged profile for your characters and enjoy some fun freeform RP! And, as a regular reminder of how we feel about all you fantastic people, Summer Appreciation is here! Don’t forget to thank you favorite mod or admin for all the fantastic work they do, with an extra bit thank you to Roy for putting together the ultra creative Togashi High! Stay cool everyone! ~ :)Westborn ~
|
![]() You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| [Completed]High Altitude, High Return; Bug & Silv | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 6 2018, 05:29 PM (694 Views) | |
| Bug in a Bag | Jun 6 2018, 03:04 PM Post #31 |
![]() ![]()
|
Having Sable latch on to his ankle was a moment of both relief and indignant fury; feeling relieved that he hadn't accidentally left her to a certain death with this manner of escape, yet unable to push away angry as the added weight drove glass further under his skin. While the light from the bay rapidly faded as the airship fully exited, it was easy enough to see twin streams of blood streaking down to stain his formerly pristine snowy camouflage. He ignored both the gunfire impacting around them and Sable climbing his body, instead making a mental note to completely destroy this ship after they got away. Being stealthy would all be for not if he left any DNA smeared across the fuselage like this. No sooner had his partner found her own way inside, the hunter hoisted himself up to peer inside the room beyond, just in time to see her catch a bullet to the chest. The immediate lack of blood splatter resulting from the injury was enough to convince him Sable had used her Nen to block it or had a ballistic vest on, but either way, he still hastened his climb inside the cabin to help. The follow-up shot nearly took off Spike's ear, but his partner made their trigger happy friend instantly regret it before he could do so himself. "Nicely done, but you're not looking so hot. Cracked a rib or two while stopping the bullet, right?" Spike said, stating fact more than asking for clarification, as he approached her. Blood coated bits of glass clinked against the deck as he dug them out of his wound, as unflinchingly as one would pick their nails. "I'm good at patching up wounds, but not much I can do against internal bleeding. I'm gonna go kill the rest of the crew, before they turn around and fly us back to the mountain, I'll get you to a hospital after that." He explained, while kneeling down to rip a strip of fabric off of the dead man's shirt, then quickly wrap his injured hand. The fresh corpse and broken glass aside, the room's decor, or lack their of, pointed to what had once been a sitting area had since been converted to more cargo space. The bridge couldn't be too far. "I'd avoid tearing my organs any further, if I were you." Spike added after pulling his pistol and sidling up to the door. "I'll be back." It went without saying that he ultimately had no authority to order Sable around in any capacity, but he knew firsthand how much one could make an injury worse with the regular rigors of combat. Hopefully, he could do this last bit solo, or at least handle all the "heavy lifting", if she still decided to carry on. For there recently being gunfire, the hallway was surprising free of other personnel when the hunter peeked out, or it at least seemed that way. Spike had barely half of his body out of the recessed doorway when a pair of hands poked from around an edge a few doors down and sprayed a hail of automatic fire in his direction. The overall minor damage to the surrounding drywall were tell-tale signs of submarine gun fire, as opposed to something higher caliber, yet he still played things cautiously as he dove for another doorway. A second hail of bullets peppered the corridor without tagging their target, and Spike made sure their wouldn't be a third. He peeked out once more at the sound of someone fumbling with a magazine, and carelessly dropping the empty one to the deck, spying just the edge of a knee sticking out from cover a few yards away. Wasn't much of a target, but was enough to have the desired effect when struck; for the shooter to pitch forward when a single bullet ravaged his kneecap, letting the hunter end his suffering with another right above the left ear. Spike's assumption on the weapon proved correct, as he briefly paused his cautious stroll down the hallway to slip the machine pistol from the dead man's grasp. Only took a racking of the charging handle to chamber a round and finish the attempted reload. With guns akimbo, the hunter continued his trek on the lookout for any further ambushes. |
![]() |
|
| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Jun 6 2018, 07:51 PM Post #32 |
![]()
If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.
![]()
|
Sable coughed again, more blood trickling from her mouth. Kill the crew...all on your own? Even for Spike, who had proven himself more than capable, it would be a risky venture with no backup. Putting that aside, what kind of professional was she if a couple of cracked ribs would put her out of the job? No, she'd assist Spike in whatever way she could. "I'd avoid tearing my organs any further, if I were you." Sable took a deep breath, feeling her ribs grind against each other, and stood up from where she'd been sitting, grabbing the handgun from the guard she'd killed. "I can handle it. I won't...get in your way." If Spike looked closely, he'd see a glint of determination and pride in her eyes. Biting down on the inside of her lip, she forced the pain to the back of her mind. She'd felt worse. She followed behind Spike as he reached the doorway, but had to lean against the wall while he carefully checked the hallway. The rain of lead that followed peppered the wall next to her, but she'd been far enough away to avoid any possible damage. Focus your mind. Sable's ragged breaths slowed a little as a rough Ten formed around her. It was all she could muster at this point, what with her injuries and her Aura usage earlier in the operation, but it was better than nothing. The familiar blanket of Aura calmed her a little, and she waited for Spike to deal with whoever was spraying bullets. She wouldn't be able to move quickly and fluidly like him right now. She'd bide her time, and wait for the moment when she could be of use. A single gunshot punctuated the silence, followed by another. That must have been Spike. Sable walked through the doorway, still taking deep, calm breaths. With each one, it felt as if she was breathing in spices, and her chest burned terribly hot. But it was bearable as long as she didn't overexert herself. Walking around the corner, she was rewarded with the sight of a dead guard and Spike, with two guns now instead of one. She gave him a quick nod to indicate that she was all right. "I won't do anything foolish. I'll...provide support when the time is right." Her voice was quiet, but even then the pain lanced through her ribs. Lead on, Spike. Sable's Stats
|
![]() |
|
| Bug in a Bag | Jun 7 2018, 02:57 PM Post #33 |
![]() ![]()
|
Between the adrenaline in his veins and the exchange of gunfire just a moment ago, Spike had completely phased Sable out of his mind for the fight that still lay ahead. However, her voice was a quick reminder of her presence. He didn't take his eyes off the corridor to look back as they advanced , but a new sense of foreboding joined the mix of emotions going through his head. The hunter didn't doubt his partner wouldn't do anything stupid in a firefight, yet her weakened state was a liability in of itself, one that could easily fail her at a crucial moment. Their corridor ended at a split path of 90 degrees in both the left or right direction, with a row of windows lining the intersecting back wall about waist high, casting bright light down towards Spike and Sable. The former crouched down and continued to ease his way down towards what assuredly had to be the bridge, hopefully with the latter being at a safe distance behind. A quick glance around the left corner, and then the right, at the split revealed that they each ended in doors leading to the room beyond. Keeping just below line of sight under the windows, the hunter chose to take the left door and approached cautiously. His hand went to turn the handle, only to slowly lower as a better solution crept into his thoughts. He backtracked towards the center of the split off, then further still back down the corridor they'd come out from. Spike stood up just outside of the view from the windows, then sprinted for the one aligned with the hallway exit at top speed. He dove through the window, with Nen redistributed heavily into his forearms, letting out a burst of automatic fire the second he saw the captain and crew, catching one who'd been standing by the door with a shotgun in the chest and gut. The dive turned into a roll as eyes and bullets turned towards him, the free-standing panel station he landed behind exploding into a flurry of metal fragments and silicon shrapnel. Spike fired blindly around the panel with his pistol as he tried to get his bearings, joining in with the machine pistol as he dove to better cover. A crew-mate that decided to rush him collapsed in heap nearly at the hunter's feet, after a half-dozen rounds made a mess of his chest, thankfully leaving a shogun as a parting gift. Edited by Bug in a Bag, Jun 7 2018, 03:00 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Jun 7 2018, 08:32 PM Post #34 |
![]()
If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.
![]()
|
Sable crouched down as the windows came into view, her ribs screaming in protest. Ignoring it, she peered down the right hallway, confirming the presence of a door into the bridge. We could each take a door, surprise them from both sides... Her thoughts trailed off as Spike backed up. A lot. She watched as he started sprinting for the windows, and caught him focusing his Aura into his forearms. So that was the play. As she watched Spike smash through the glass, and heard the gunfire start, Sable let a hint of a smile creep onto her face. This worked well with her condition being what it was. Straightening up, the assassin carefully walked towards the righthand door, grabbing the handle. Carefully, the latch clicked, and Sable eased the door open noiselessly. Creeping inside, there was a brief bit of wall to her left, as well as some machinery not too far away that she could take cover behind. To her front and left, three guards were huddled behind various pieces of cover, focused on Spike, who was by the windows. Sable crouched down, creeping behind the nearby piece of machinery, before taking aim carefully with her handgun. Breathing deeply, her ribs flaring, she slowed her heartbeat, aiming for the nearest enemy. Her finger tightened on the trigger, before sending a single shot straight through the man's head. Quickly, she switched targets to the other two while they were still surprised, and sent another five shots in their direction. One got hit in the arm, but they were otherwise unscathed, and a hail of bullets slammed against her cover in response. Heart pounding, ribs in more pain than ever from the recoil of the gun, Sable panted, preparing to peek out of cover again if Spike drew their attention. Breathing heavily, she grasped her chest, gasping at the pain. Those shots had taken a greater toll on her than she'd expected. Even just standing up would be challenging. She'd have to trust that Spike would take advantage of her distraction. She ejected the magazine from the handgun. 3 shots left. She'd better make them count. Slamming the magazine back in, the thought occurred to her that if she was alone in this situation, she was probably screwed. She'd never intended to trust Spike with something as important as her life. It was pure instinct on her part. What that meant...she wasn't sure. Now wasn't the time to think about it however. They were coming. Her mind foggy, Sable gathered her remaining strength in her legs, and pushed up, the pain agonizing, aiming the gun at where she thought they were coming from, pulling the trigger as rapidly as she could at the enemies rushing towards her. Layout
|
![]() |
|
| Bug in a Bag | Jun 13 2018, 09:32 AM Post #35 |
![]() ![]()
|
Once again, Spike had pushed Sable out of his thoughts as the console providing him cover continued to fragment under heavy fire, until the other combatant joined the fray and drew the crew's ire instead. He blindly let out a burst from the machine pistol, hoping more than anything to keep pressure off of his injured comrade, running dry midway through a second burst. Dropping the spent weapon, he grabbed the shotgun from the corpse next to him and pulled it back behind cover. The currently immobile slide meant a shell was chambered, so that made what would come next easier. When gunmen returned to focusing on Sable again, he dove out of cover into the open, accidentally rolling into a crouch a few feet from the captain. The contest of reflexes commenced the moment they locked eyes; while the captain whirled around from aiming at the Raven haired woman to targeting the man in white, Spike simply pulled the trigger on the shotgun after only a tiny adjustment. The other man's right foot seemed to explode in a shower of leather, bone and blood; successfully turning his attention away from shooting the intruder for the moment. Spike fired a 9mm into the Captain's gaping month just as a wail started pouring out, dropping him in an instance and splattering the ceiling with gore given the angle of the shot. The hunter rose to his feet to finish off the last guy, only to see him laying on his side by this point, twitching slightly as his blood rapidly pooled. "Nicely done." he said to Sable with an appreciative air, as he holstered his pistol and dropped the shotgun to the deck. Spike ran his eyes over the cockpit to survey the damage, wincing under his mask after really taking inventory over the destruction their gunfight had caused. "It's a good thing I planned on destroying this airship anyway, I don't think I can land it safely now." He remarked over his shoulder, after looking over a sparking, and recently made inoperable, console used for the landing gear among other functions needed to properly run things. Despite the helm's wheel having taken a few bullets, it still looked operational as he approached then gave it a few turns to test it out. One of the handles broke off in his hand, but the others seemed study enough. "Hey, jump on the console second on the right, the one with the radar display and without bullet holes. I need latitude and longitude, cloud cover is too thick to really see much of anything. Should be a headset for the radio over there too. I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't some interesting chatter coming through. Also, I'm still gonna get you to a hospital, I promise." |
![]() |
|
| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Jun 13 2018, 12:19 PM Post #36 |
![]()
If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.
![]()
|
Her remaining rounds slammed into one of the two men, sending him to the ground. Spike had come through, as his shotgun blast disintegrated the captain's foot, and he promptly put a bullet into the man's head. Nice job, Spike. Sable coughed, more blood trickling from her mouth. The recoil from the gun had jarred her internal organs and increased the bleeding by the looks of it. She'd be fine for the time being, as long as no more gunfights were around the corner. She leaned heavily against the machine that had been her cover, nodding wearily in response to his compliment. She didn't have the strength to talk anymore. Spike's remark about the airship's status gave Sable cause for an internal sigh - a real one would've hurt her ribs. A crash landing. Fabulous. As always, they didn't have any other options though. Sable nodded, carefully picking her way over to the console in order to minimize her pain. She was running on empty, but still had enough to relay info. Swiping the headset, she pulled down her hood and brushed her hair out of the way before setting it into place. The squawk of communications reached her ears... "...repeat, come in Captain! Please respond! You have two unidentified intruders on board, proceed with caution!" The message continued to repeat, so Sable switched to another of the preset frequencies. "...the door to the vault was open when we got there, and we found bodies. They must've stolen something. We need a full team in here to inventory right now. Also, get a team on their identities. There has to be something here." Sable looked over at Spike, speaking carefully to keep from coughing. "They're searching the vault for our package right now, and trying to identify us." While she'd been listening, Sable pulled up their current coordinates. "60.179012 degrees South, 52.678623 degrees West." As for Spike's hospital comment, Sable kept her thoughts to herself. She didn't doubt him, but it would most likely be a good while before that happened. She'd just have to endure until then. Coordinates
|
![]() |
|
| Bug in a Bag | Jun 13 2018, 10:21 PM Post #37 |
![]() ![]()
|
In addition to the carnage in the control room, Spike quickly found the airship's helm not as pliable as he would've liked. Between the high-winds and what had to be snow and ice accumulating over the surface, the vessel felt more like trying to pilot a giant brick than a huge balloon. "60.179012 degrees South, 52.678623 degrees West...." he repeated, diving into his memory for the maps he'd gone over dozens of times while he'd waited for backup earlier. The mountains would give way to forest soon enough, and a few small cities after that, but Sable didn't look like she had time for the ideal option. "Hey! I got good news and bad news. The good news is, if my memory serves, there is a logging town about another fifteen or twenty minutes south of here at our current speed. I know they have a hospital. The bad news is we still can't land, and this airship needs to be destroyed, so we're gonna have to parachute down to it." Spike explained, trailing off a bit towards the end, expecting that Sable would be less than happy to here about his solution to all of this. "Uh, don't worry. I know you can't parachute on your own in the state you're in. I'll strap you to me if I have to, but I'll see if we have a less impactful solution to landing. Gotta be something here we can use." he added, flipping the autopilot switch on as he walked away from the helm and jogged over to Sable, or more accurately the small white cabinet on the wall nearby. The hunter freed it from the clasps holding it to the bulkhead, then turned to set it next to Sable. "Take what you need to take the edge off the pain, but try not to pass out. Hauling you out of here unconscious will just makes things worse. We don't have much time, so If I'm not back in ten minutes head for the cargo bay." Spike stated rapidly, before unholstering his pistol and holding it out to Sable butt first. "Fire off a shot or two as a signal if you can't move from this spot. I'll carry you." |
![]() |
|
| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Jun 15 2018, 10:05 PM Post #38 |
![]()
If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.
![]()
|
Sable leaned heavily on the machinery after reading off their current coordinates. It was all she could do to remain on her feet with the searing pain in her chest. She was acutely aware of the internal damage that, while slow, was growing. Spike's explanation of their escape plan was met with a reluctant nod. She could only imagine how it would feel to have the parachute yank them out of freefall with her current wounds. Realizing that now was a good opportunity, Sable leaned her back against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position. She looked up just in time to receive the first aid kit from Spike. Again, she simply nodded her thanks. Speaking was painful, and a waste of energy at this point. Rummaging around inside the white kit, she withdrew a small bottle of pills. As Spike had said, something to take the edge off. She popped a couple of them down, swallowing dry. Hopefully they would help enough for her to be walking again. Roger that Alpha. Ten minutes. Grabbing the handgun, she held it close to her body, before closing her eyes and slowing her heartbeat. Hopefully it would slow down her internal bleeding as well. She felt her body grow a bit colder, but ignored it as best she could. She also shifted into Zetsu, trapping her remaining Aura inside her body, commanding it to heal quicker. Combined, these two measures would hopefully yield her a bit of extra time. Now that she had a moment to think, there was one question that was nagging at her. Why was Spike going so far? She had been more than prepared for him to write her off after that injury. It would be easy enough to claim that she'd died of blood loss after getting shot, or better yet, kill her himself. She was in a precarious position, and at any moment she'd been expecting a knife in the back. But it hadn't come. It wasn't efficient to waste time and energy helping her, yet he was doing it anyway. Perhaps he was maintaining his reputation. Perhaps it was his policy. Perhaps perhaps perhaps. There were no clear answers. For now, she should just be grateful he wasn't leaving her to die. Sable took a slow breath, waiting for the painkillers to take effect, as her heartbeat remained slow. |
![]() |
|
| Bug in a Bag | Jun 18 2018, 02:32 PM Post #39 |
![]() ![]()
|
Spike was ready to bolt off to get started on his search as soon as the pistol left his grip, but he spared a few seconds to flash a smile at the continued use of his call sign, even while anyone else who could have overheard his name were rapidly cooling on the floor. A moment later he was tearing down the corridor full tilt, nearly forgetting to vault over the corpse he'd left along the way. The hunter skidded to a halt at a door after his run came to an abrupt end, throwing it open while checking the time on his watch with a brief glance. Even in the darkness Spike could make out several large shapes in the rear cargo bay, opening up he and Sable's options considerably if there were anything worthwhile within them. After throwing a switch the room illuminated via rows of long fluorescent lights; unfortunately revealing mostly nondescript boxes of various sizes and shapes, not unlike a certain store-room they'd previously explored. There were way too many to search through in the window of escape he'd estimated, nor any indication if anything inside would be of any good anyway. However, the hunter spotted a long red cabinet against the wall to his right, and from there it wasn't hard to peer through the caging at the parachutes within. He jogged towards them, intending to check how many they had to work with, only to nearly pass an answer to their problem wrapped in crash webbing anchored to the wall; two side by side UTVs. Unlike the rest of the cargo, the two vehicles seemed like they actually were a part of the airship's regular compliment of equipment; further strengthen by the hazard paint job and high visibility accents. If he had to guess, these were mostly likely used to taxi crew across the tarmac at less secretive airstrips, so they'd do nicely. Spike pushed his speed to its absolute limits as the time limit drew ever closer, raiding the cabinet for parachutes and rigging one to each of the four supports of the chosen UTV's roof. There was no way to tell without a test run if the parachutes would support their combined weight under the stress of plummeting at terminal velocity, so he made the prudent choice of throwing an extra in the back under the bed's webbing. Worse come to worse, that single one would definitely hold he and Sable in an emergency. The hunter started the rushed trek back just at the ninth minute rolled around, silently wondering if his partner was even still conscious enough to fire a shot if he were a few seconds late on his promise. He didn't check his watch when he burst back into the control room, instead focusing on steadying his ragged breathing as he approached Sable. "Hey, I rigged up something that should do the trick. Let's go. Can you walk, or do I need to carry you there?" Edited by Bug in a Bag, Jun 18 2018, 03:31 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Jun 20 2018, 09:02 AM Post #40 |
![]()
If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.
![]()
|
Just as the 10th minute rolled around, Spike came hurtling back into the room. Very punctual of him. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Sable was still conscious. She couldn't have been said to be feeling any better than 10 minutes earlier, but she'd at least managed to partially catch her breath. Spike's pistol was gripped in her hand, but it was her eyes that flitted towards him as he entered the room. It seemed the possibility of being left behind at this point was low. Sable reached up to Spike, handing him back his pistol. The message was clear enough. Shakily, she got to her feet, grateful for the small reserve of energy she'd managed to build up over the past 10 minutes. Hopefully it would be enough to get her to the hangar. As for what Spike had rigged up, as long as it got them out of this mess, she'd be satisfied. She gestured forward for Spike to take the lead, and followed behind him to the hangar. Fortunately, the walk wasn't too long, and thus she was able to make it to the hangar without collapsing. Stepping through the door, she spotted the UTV, and four parachutes attached to its roof supports. That seemed...sketchy. Would it really hold their combined weight, and the weight of the UTV? Then again, it wasn't as if she had a better idea. Furthermore, first the airship, now this UTV. It seemed Spike was pretty good with vehicles. Better than her, that was for sure, and in this situation, that was enough for her to trust his judgement. If Spike wanted her to, she would hop into the passenger seat of the UTV. |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Mount Miera · Next Topic » |











7:28 AM Jul 11