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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Dec 30 2008, 07:43 AM Post #11 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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T'kran's ship appeared mere minutes after Faulias, the black craft highlighted against the inky backdrop by naught but sunlight and the dull red glow of its engines. The scanners picked up the presence of engine signatures, the old Pirate nodding to himself. "Naturally, I wouldn't be the only one offered the job." "Destination: Atu-3 reached. Autopilot disengaging, restoring manual controls." chimed the on-board computer, a control stalk extending from the centre console, the display in the centre flickering into life. The shields covering the craft's windshield opened, revealing Atu-3 to the Pirate. "Right... let's go make some friends." Tapping the control stalk a few times, he instructed the autopilot to land the ship in the general vicinity of the other engine signatures. The ship's thrusters flared into life, streams of red, ionized gas illuminating the rear of the craft as it accelerated down towards the planet. ---------- Superheated air licked at the leading edges of the craft as it punctured the atmosphere at a speed approaching hypersonic. Anyone on the ground below would hear a resounding, low rumble as the vessel soared over them. Finding a spot in a concealed location, the ship slowed, maneuvering itself beneath a rocky outcrop. Hovering there for a few moments as the landing struts extended, the ship finally came to rest. A hatch in the base of the central hull section opened up, the Pirate dropping out of it, wearing his trademark armour. One finger tapped at the temple area of his helmet, and the ship appeared to flicker and stutter out of sight, turning invisible, although still casting a shadow and causing odd distortions in if viewed from a certain angle. It was a cloak, but not perfect. Looking around,s eeming satisfied that his ship was well-hidden, he began the task of climbing up onto the top of the outcrop he had landed beneath. Scanning the horizon, he sighed, the sound metallic as it passed through his suit's external speakers. "Time to find the target... and maybe some allies." Bringing up a map on his HUD, he located the nearest engine trail; Faulias' vessel. Shaking himself off, he looked over his shoulder at his back. "Time to see if this thing works..." Looking forward, he concentrated for a moment. Two small, vented protrustions extended from the back of his suit, a pair of short, jagged wings unfolding as well. A similiar gaseous flare to those made by his ship's engines began to escape the pair of thrusters, increasing until the Pirate was lifted into the air. "Well, what do you know, I CAN build something that doesn't blow up when I try to use it." Taking a few moments to dart around short distances, learning how to control the thruster pack, T'kran stopped when he felt ready. Pointing himself in the direction of Faulias' ship, the Pirate held back his arms, and shot off like a missile into the distance. |
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| ~Twilight~ | Jan 2 2009, 06:34 PM Post #12 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: I guess it would have taken atleast a few hours for the bounty hunters to get to the planet? Well, I guess time isnt that much of an issue ^^; Nothing major, but should be enough to move the story so far. Unknown to Jenosa however, a darkly clad figure was watching her every movement as she inspected the ambush site. Wight was standing behind one of the many pillars in the area, his cloak being set to 'camoflauge' to both save power and to not give out any signatures, using his suit to nullify any other energy signatures that might escape him, essentially making it nearly impossible to see him appart from with night vision. He was one of the most skilled stealth agents in the federation, even without his armor, but it was hard to avoid detection when there was nowhere to hide even for a master. He made no sound and observed her silently, his shrouded face having a curious look to it. Was she just there by chance, or did she have some form of connection with the target or one of the bounty hunters? It would seem to be the former as she seemed to realize something, somehow, and suddenly shouted out the targets name. A smirk spread on the mans lips hearing this, whomever she was, she definitely had some kind of connection with the target, and therefore could be of use, as such he decided to stalk her a bit more before deciding to report in. Doing so he followed her in his own way, disabling his camoflauge and following with a large distance between them, using the groups of people wandering the streets as cover, by the way she was heading, it seemed she knew the target had headed for the slum area, or it was just a lucky guess. Well, whichever it might be, it would hardly matter in the long run. --- Only ten minutes after Faulias had landed with his ship, a G-Fed troop transport ship arrived from the city. Though they circled the area around the hunters ship once before starting to set down, they gave no direct signals other than one trooper leaning out from the side of the small craft waving to the hunter a few times, at the same time yelling something to the ones inside the transport already, possibly giving directions. Once the small ship had finally lowered enough to be just a few feet from the ground four troopers dropped from the opening and landed on the ground a few meters infront of Faulias. A few seconds later another two joined them, one having a armor with some slight color differences, signifying him as the leader, or something, though the armor was still odd-looking compared to the others. They were all holding the same high-caliber energy rifles as the ones having done the ambush, except for the leader who held a similiar, yet different weapon. With weapons lowered the group approached the bounty hunter, most of them stopping a few meters away whilst what seemed a normal trooper walked up to the man and saluted. "Greetings Mr. Khayorn, we were planning on searching around this area and into the city when we picked up your ships engine signatures." The man said in a very formal and orderly way, now standing in attention. "Our superiors ordered us to investigate and see if you had aquired the target, or was in need of assistance. And if not, to aid you in the search." --- Things were comming along rather splendidly so far, though the added millitary personell on Atu-3 did bring up attention in the local populace, it did not spread as quickly or as violently as he had feared it could, in fact it would be a wonder if even Section 6 got word of it before they were all gone from there. And to top it off, the bounty hunters were starting to arrive on the planet. From the information Dr. Harris network had gathered, Faulias Khayorn and T'kran was already on the planet, with Jamie Chavez being on route. And with his new 'contacts' it was definitely just a matter of time until the 'target' were in his hands... Although that he had yet to hear anything from the General most likely meant his troops had yet to locate the target, even the slightest of sightings, so far. "Heh, the useless old bastard." Dr. Harris said to himself as he crossed his arms. Well, it was just to wait and see. --- 'I think... Three hours must have passed so far.' Twilight thought, still lying in the dark corner of the warehouse. Most of his wounds had healed by now, and the ones who hadnt were barely scratch, even if marks were visible from them. His armor was another story however, though it possessed a mysterios ability to recover itself, which he guessed was due to it being a part of him, having both light and dark energy flowing through it as well, it was still far slower than the rest of him, it did not hinder his movements though. During those hours of silence Twilights thoughts had gone in circles, no matter how he tried to think of a reason for it all being a missunderstanding, he always returned to the reason why they were hunting him now, because of what he was. He was not fully without his instincts, which had been apparent by how he had instinctually lashed out towards the first attacker and those near him. Only that would give them reason to continue hunting him... But as the sound of engines flared outside the warehouse Twilight snapped out of his trance and quickly stood up on his knees, keeping down so that he wasnt visible through the windows opposite the wall he was at. Silently, on what looked almost like claw-tipped shoes, Twilight snuck over to the window closest to the corner and peered out carefully. The ship he saw some good distance outside was familiar, but he could not put his finger on whos it was however. And he did not recognize the peson who popped out from it either, though the mans rather large frame was familiar also. 'Wonder what he is doing here... Could be working for the feds so I'd better stay out of sight for now.' He thought, but kept watch carefully until another ship entered the area, a G-Fed troop transport used on planets, immidiately upon seeing it he hid completely, recognizing that they could easier see him from slightly above, not to mention that the ship could have cameras or scanners sweeping the area. As the ship hovered near ground level and the soldiers dropped out Twilight took the chance again and carefully looked around the corner a few times, hiding back in shortly after. He needed to escape from the area... |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Jan 3 2009, 03:25 AM Post #13 |
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BURMA
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Faulias was halfway under his ship performing maintenance on the underside of his ship when he heard a voice. "Greetings Mr. Khayorn," the voice said, very orderly in tone, "we were planning on searching around this area and into the city when we picked up your ships engine signatures. Our superiors ordered us to investigate and see if you had acquired the target, or was in need of assistance. And if not, to aid you in the search." "Stow the formalities, son," Faulias replied, nearly coldly. He slammed a plate of hull armor back in place as he continued talking. "I'm just another merc, not some military mastermind." A hyper-wrench found its way to the bolts for the control panel and ratcheted them into their holes in milliseconds. With a grunt, the massive man pushed himself from the underside of his ship and, putting a hand on his knee for support, hoisted himself up. "As for Twilight," he sighed, wiping grease onto his dirty robes, "I haven't properly started searching yet. My ship's been performing proximity scans, but with your ship coming in, the readings could be off. I'll give them a check when I go to put my suit on." He looked at the soldier who was addressing him. The boy was still standing at attention, like a statue awaiting to be put up on its pedestal. Of course, Faulias thought, that's what all these young guns want, is to be put up on a pedestal and glorified for their little skirmishes. It's sad, really, that some of them will never be put up on their precious pedestal... those ones will go down into their coffins. He waved a hand at the boy, showing that he could be at ease. "Here's what I want you all to do for now," he said quietly, "if you're so eager to help. Stay relatively close, maybe ten minutes flight time or so, and look for him around where you end up. If we're split up, we'll cover more ground and be less noticeable. If you don't like that, well, oh well. Do whatever you like then." He pulled his PDA from his pocket and began tapping some buttons on the screen. "I'm transmitting my Vox codes should you need to contact me. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get suited up." With another aged grunt, he hoisted himself back into his ship and closed the door behind him. |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 3 2009, 05:11 PM Post #14 |
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Native Son
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Like most rented storage units, Grace's was full of all sorts of old junk acquired over the years. Old clothes, unused furniture, a big holoscreen TV, and boxes upon boxes filled with odds and ends. Unlike most storage units, hers also doubled as a weapons cache. "Thought they didn't let you stash guns in these places," Rex said, opening up a sniper rifle case. "This one, too?" "Oh yeah," Grace replied. "I'll definitely need that one. And the plasma too, take that one." She pointed to an Italian plasma rifle leaning up against the wall, a Gazzo 720, then grabbed a more conventional semiautomatic rifle and packed it in a bag. "These places are great for stashing guns. Yeah, you ain't supposed to, but it ain't like they check anyway. Serial killers hide bodies in trunks and shit in these places for years, and no one ever knows till the cops come by with a search warrant cause they found a pair of panties in his glove compartment." Rex thought her comment was a little weird, though he had to admit it made sense. He latched up the sniper rifle case and grabbed the other duffel bag full of weapons. "Is that all we need?" he asked. "You got the SMGs?" "Yeah. And the .357, and the tranq gun." Grace added up all the weapons. With all of that plus her pistol, Rex's 9mm and his Hydra, and her sawed-off shotgun, that should be all the guns they would need. A rocket launcher or one of those bigass shoulder-fire laser cannons would be pretty sweet to have as well. Unfortunately, Grace didn't have any of those. "Alright then," she said. "Let's go." ............................ Three hours later, they jumped into the system and made their way to Atu-3. The smugglers would keep the ship parked in orbit while Grace and Rex took their shuttle down to the surface. Along with their now sizable weapons stores, they had two duffel bags filled with the homemade explosives they had cooked up during the trip. C12, napalm, flashbangs, and even some white phosphorus. There was gonna be plenty of fireworks on this job without a doubt. "So... what's the plan?" Rex asked as Grace steered the shuttle away from the city and towards the woods. "Well, first I'm gonna find a spot to park this bird," she said heading towards a hilltop that overlooked the city. "I need plenty of cover with a good vantage point. "Second... well that's the fun part." Grace had that grin again as she brought the shuttle down. "We gonna go looking for Twilight?" "We?" Grace blinked at him, as if he'd just suggested they go jump off a cliff. "No no sweetie, we ain't gonna do nothin'. At least, not yet anyway." She grabbed a laptop she had brought along, a powerful customized machine she had bought off some hacker a few years ago, and it was built expressly for that profession. Grace's own hacking skills were limited. She was quite good at bypassing security systems and cracking passwords on personal computers. But she wasn't about to attempt to infiltrate any government mainframes or anything like that. At the moment, all she needed to do was get into the city network, just to listen in. It was a big job, but this computer should be able to help her get it done. "Now..." she muttered to no one in particular as she typed in her commands and the programs went to work. "Let's see who all's come to the party." |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 3 2009, 06:43 PM Post #15 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: Twilight, tell if there's anything that bugs you about the first part of this post. This is me going out on a limb here) He searched there, and he also searched here. Gellion Wurtz, as he was known by the Gfed soldiers he occupied, was not actually a GFed solider or commander, nor was he a bounty hunter; he was an agent of the Confederation Military (The same military that used to hire Jenosa before she 'disappeared' out of known space). Despite some of them being two different governments, they both did hold some similarities, and even common problems. In particular, pirate activity had been picking more and more lately in their part of space, unlike in the past other years where the menace mostly harassed the Gfed. Hence, out of good will to keep the peace, and not just from the pirates but from each other, they both occasionally exchanged agents. It was, at the least, a form of dipsomaniacs, since both governments had plenty power to rage a nasty war against one another. None such wanted to that. This only began happening sometime after the X incident on SR388, and treaty that was signed was more or less a thread that held the alliance together. In other words, there wasn't much collaboration between the two governments; especially not at first. They were both wary of each other at first, but the start of it did help with an exchange of important information about any common threats. They still hid some of their secrets from one another (The Confederation was always a little more "Right Wing" than the Gfed), but they were a little more open with each now than they were in years. And who should say it's impossible for the shadier aspects of these governments to not collaborate with one another. Through various sources and communications, one of the Confederation's special agents, in this case, Gellion, was helping out with the search for Twilight. Many of the soldiers were notified that Gellion was actually not human, despite his human appearance; and this probably helped them understand why the guy creeped them out a bit. For one, the guy seemed like a living statue. Even though he contained the usual pink skin, a pair lightning blue eyes (Some of the agents they thought they glowed a bit), and short, chestnut brown hair; and the usual human shape, upon closer inspection, you would notice a few missing details. The skin just seemed way too perfect; a lot of the small details and imperfections, like the little crevices you'd see on your knuckles, weren't there. Many soldiers even though his spin was made of some sort of plastic. His hair didn't seem to move either, and most of all, he rarely ever blinked. The soldiers only seen him blink once, and few were skeptical that it was their imagination. The stare he gave off was, aside from how he spoke, was the creepiest part; let it be known that this guy could probably win a starring contest if it actually last for over a day. Finally, the guy's expression barely ever changed; often, it remained a stoic neutral. The agent was present during the ambush set up for Twilight, and had wished he had used his 'other' self to purse the target's ship. He had, oddly enough, been one of the men attacking Twilight; the reason why it was odd was because he wore no armor whatsoever. Just the standard Federation uniform (To make him less conspicuous), and one of the high-energy rifle. Even more strange was that the soldiers noticed how the gun had changed colors since the ambush; and they were positive they never saw him switch it. It had the standard colors like everyone else, over time, as they searched, the gun seemed to gradually change its metal plates from gray to tinted yellow. Certain part of it even seemed to have a bright, blood-red color, like the area around the nozzle. Many of the soldiers felt this 'paint job' gave the gun a more organic texture to it. It did not matter now that his other 'self' had not been at the ambush, for it was in the air, cloaked, searching for their target it's sensors. He had already gotten the 'signature' of his prey, and he was determined to find it. ------------------------ Jenosa walked through the slums area, turning her head this way and that, trying to look for any clues. Again, she was no detective, and yet, it was like the clues were subsequently being given to her by an unknown source; as though she just overheard the word once, the voice who said similar to that of the one she ‘heard’ or ‘felt’ in her dream. The eavesdropping was brief, but it was enough to get her pointed in the right direction. Again, it felt so surreal to suddenly know these things, and it was thus created one of her burnings question. What is this? Who is this? What connection does it have with the Confederation? As she waltzed through the slum, her thoughts turned from the bizarre experience to memories old and familiar. She once remembered attempting to live in a place like this, having run away from home and having no where else to stay; to say the least, only benefit was the small bout of freedom she had. How funny it was, she thought, if one thing specific event had not happened in her life, she might still be living like these people. Or would she had come back home, destined to find a career that really didn’t please her like this one? She mulled over these thought for a moment before- She felt an overwhelming presence, both familiar and strange, encompass her entire body. Whatever it was, it set forth an incredible urge emanating from a dark corner of her mind to 'shout' out to this presence and get its attention. She knelt against an alley wall with one hand, the other on her head as if she had a headache. She could feel her entire body pounding like a drum and beating with the rhythm of an adrenaline-filled heart, each beat warm and tingling. She almost mistaken it for her actual heart, but it wasn't. However, adrenaline and pulse did rise as she struggled to fight down this urge, and she soon began to hyperventilate. And it became more than just an urge, but a fight to remain herself, as if she wanted to become someone else. It was a fight that brought her back to an ordeal that was extremely similar to this, and it was only thanks to this terrible ordeal that she was able to beat it down with a swift 'punch' of who she was. The urge receding, Jenosa felt control come back to her, but it seemed to fight had drained her of her body's strength. She found herself collapsing to her knees, her breathing slowing down, her arms and legs trembling and her head pounding with an actual, small headache. Although her actual heart still pounded rapidly, the great beating sensation that was distinctly both familiar and frightening to her began to recede; even though she was still basked in the unknown entity's 'presence' that caused it. She felt relief flood her, and it became palpable in her breathing; yet a tinge of dread lingered. Not only did this bring back that terrible ordeal, but she realized that the urge to 'shout' had made her body want to change. It was a change that was meant to get the unknown entity's attention; what she would have morphed into, she did not know, and did not want to imagine it. A bit surprised and relieved nobody had taken advantage of her moment of weakness, turned herself over and sat down to relax for a moment, her back against the wall. Her breath much more paced, she found herself closing her eyes...and listening. Listening to that same voice she over heard before; a voice that was also a command that you would send to a part of your body to move. At first, there didn't seem to be anything important, and found it difficult to with her strength sapped, but as she recovered, she began to understand these commands; and that they were manipulating something to go in search pattern. A search for Twilight, she realized. Only after a minute or so, she found that her strength to walk had returned, and she finally got up. She knew what to do; she had to search ahead of this...thing, assuming it had already swept the other areas behind it. She decided to take off on a small job to get ahead of the searcher. In what felt like half hour, she managed to get ahead, and find the area where she thought the guy was actually hiding. Unfortunately for her, mumbling some swear words as she knelt down behind some cover, there a search team of Gfed soldiers were already there. Edited by CEMP, Jan 3 2009, 11:24 PM.
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| +Aiko+ | Jan 4 2009, 12:55 PM Post #16 |
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Roffel House!
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A small, one-person shuttle emerged from a Jump tunnel well inside the regulated safety zone established around planet ATU-3. It immediately slipped undetected into a stealth field unlike anything the GFeds were used to looking for. The technology was a hybrid of several races, developed and enhanced by the smarts of GIs, and it was just what Adam needed to sneak inside and learn about the danger his friend was in. The shuttle was actually not a shuttle at all, but a fighter designed to look like one. Powerful weapon systems were hidden in recessed panels all over the ship’s hull, taking up internal space that would’ve been necessary to house a biological passenger. The ship was a technological warehouse from bow to stern and contained a separate power generator for all its peripheral systems. It was the perfect container for a GI on the hunt. Adam patched into the planet’s databases while he descended into the atmosphere. It had been nearly 12 hours since he left Sanctuary, the rapid travel only possible because of the extra generator temporarily allocated from the peripheral systems to provide energy to recharge the power hungry Jump drive. He quickly discovered several familiar and suspicious ships allowed passage to the planet by the orbital defense platforms, along with one or two ships that had appeared in-system but then subsequently vanished. As he searched for incongruities in scanner logs and port records, Adam flew his ship down to 65,000 feet approximately 150 nautical miles from the space port. It took him nearly an hour to finally decide where to start his search, and his invisible vessel glided down to a ship he could’ve recognized anywhere. Not five minutes after he found the ship he knew that his friend wasn’t around to receive any messages. After politely asking her ship’s computer for permission to access its files (and being not so politely denied), Adam wormed his way into the network and found what he needed to contact his friend. Several miles away, a communicator buzzed with an incoming message. Jenosa, it’s Adam. I think Twilight’s in trouble. Where are you? I’m by your ship but I can meet you anywhere. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 4 2009, 10:16 PM Post #17 |
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Native Son
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The message was meant for Jenosa, but Grace received it as well. She was roaming on the outskirts of the city now, sneaking through alleyways and ducking behind buildings and generally trying to stay hidden. She had her sniper rifle slung on her back, her pistol in her belt, and her knife strapped to her boot. Rex had stayed behind in the shuttle, ready to blast anything that came close with the plasma rifle. "Who was that?" came Rex's voice in her ear. He was working the laptop, still patched into the city network. Given the fact that he knew his way around a computer better than her, she decided to let him handle those things. It would help stave off boredom, make him a bit more useful on this trip, and most importantly keep him out of trouble. "Voice sounds familiar," Grace replied, trying to place it but not yet coming up with anything. They had been listening in on the chatter coming through the local GFed frequencies, trying to identify who the other hunters on this job were. "How we comin' with the names?" she asked. "You mean besides this Jenosa girl?" "Yes... of course, besides her." Grace had heard of someone named Jenosa. Jenosa Arma. She didn't know if this was the same person or not, but it it was, she'd have to watch herself. She'd heard... things. "Well I got some dude named T'Kran..." "Never heard of him." Grace peeked around a corner. She was in an industrial park, crouched behind a warehouse. Straight up ahead, she could see some hangers along the southwestern edge of the airport. If the hunters were parked nearby, that's where they'd be. "Human?" "Not even close. Dug up some pictures and that's about it... damn, he's one ugly motherf**ker. And then... some dude named Kayhorn. Faulias Kayhorn" "Oh I know that guy... he's an asshole!" "He looks it. So what's up with this Adam guy?" "I'm telling you, I got a hard time remembering where I know him from. I wanna say it was this one job, at that place Sanctuary. I met an Adam there. Who knows if this is the same guy though." She frowned. With just a voice to work with, they wouldn't get much further than they were. So this Adam would have to remain a mystery for now. "I think that's everyone. The Feds're saying they got four hunters here, counting you. Heard 'em mention Jamie Chavez, but I ain't heard nothing' about this Adam guy." "Not surprising. Seems like he's a friend of Jenosa, and clearly they both know Twilight." "Think they're all working together?" "That's a possibility." Grace stayed in her hiding spot, watching the hangars. It sounded like a ship was approaching, but she didn't see one. And yet she definitely heard engines nearby. She brushed it off, assuming it was simply out of her line of sight. "Rex... I want you to connect me to the network," she said. "Time to have a little chat with my new friends here." ............................. The message went out on all frequencies. Faulias, T'Kran, and Jenosa would all hear it. So would Adam. And the GFed Troopers. "Good morning, boys and girls... this is the Grey Fox speaking. The one and only. Now, I'm sure you all received the same message I did, the one about the creature known as Twilight. And if you're like me, I'm sure you thought that the government's offer of a mere million credits was... well, kinda insulting. Plus, a simple capture or kill job, that's so... boring. "So, here's what I'm gonna do... I'm gonna give TEN million credits to the person who delivers Twilight to ME. Dead or alive, it really doesn't make much difference to me. Ten million, straight up. Oh, and one more thing... I'm only gonna give the money to one person, so no fair teaming up. Happy Hunting!" |
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| ~Gate~ | Jan 5 2009, 01:02 AM Post #18 |
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G.A.T.E.
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porn....it HAD to be porn. he knows how shy i am, so why the heck did he arrange THIS as the method of meeting. he knows I'm bad with women WITH their clothes on, so why the Jolly Green Glencher did he make it even harder by putting me on a ship with more dirty material then a waste disposal ship? that was one of the many thoughts running through my head as i started this long journey. this long journey now ridden with more dirty magazines then i've in my life. well, almost. it doesn't help that there isn't any light in this damn freighter, too. so its not like i would be able to enjoy it either. oh, sorry...i guess i really didn't introduce myself. well, better late then never. My name is.... --------------- -main state police station, 2 hours before the present- "Gate. Gate Xennoth, ma'am." The room was a cozy, yet very intimidating interrogation room in the large police station near the center of the city, an officer sitting on the other side of the only table in the room, an attractive brunette woman, along with her partner, were roaring with laughter. "Wait, wait a minute....your telling me that you, the rebel AI Gate, decided the best way to get onto this rock was to hide away on a shipment of dirty magazines that came from halfway across the galaxy?" Gate nodded. it seemed like they wouldn't believe him even if he was being dead serious. "Y-yeah..." he said, nodding. the officers continued laughing, their faces turning red from the constant hilarity of the situation. "Kid, there is no way in hell your gate, PERIOD. Gate is the guy who could hack into any mainframe in seconds, the guy who was a legendary superhuman mercenary as well as a supposed womanizer who has had at least ten of the most beautiful women on every planet!" Gate couldn't believe what he was hearing. was this what Adam had been telling everyone in his absence? the hacking made sense, and so did the fighting (though his fighting abilities were far different then one would imagine) but the womanizer part was just over the top. that was the problem with being a legend: everything was blown so out of proportion with it, and usually everything about a legend is true, even if it is contradicting. "Seriously, kid, that's gonna make a great story, i gotta admit for a punk your pretty creative, considering how your dressed!" What he said was true: Gate hardly looked like a legend as he was dressed now. An average height, slightly spikey blonde hair-blue eyed 21-year-old dressed in jeans , a black shirt and a brown "bomber" jacket made him really look like a drifter more then anything else. Gate chucked along with the officers laughter in a slight, miserable tone. fortunately, the officers skepticism was about to play into Gates hands. normally Gate would already be on his way to a federation prison by now the instant he had been found, but lucky him, nobody around this area had very good network protection, and he had managed to completely clog up the system to prevent them from getting so much as a fingerprint off him. he would have been charged as being a traitor. "So...what exactly is the charge for stowing away, anyway?" Gate asked, hoping to get this humiliating experience over with. --------------------- Two hours, one passing-out-from-laughter police officer and a fine of 1000 credits later, gate found himself walking out of the police station, apparently a free (yet broke) man in quite a conundrum of a situation. walking down the populated street near the police station, gate really began to think about how bad the situation was getting. not only was he dirt poor, but he was certainly sure that at least one of those two officers were going to follow up on their report and look him up when the system came back online in a few hours. moreover, once they did, the area would become a complete warzone in the attempt to find him, since it had been about two years since gate had appeared on any sort of radar as public as an arrest, and once they knew how close they were, the public, police...hell even the military would be after him. but that wouldn't matter if Adam found him, or the cops were too busy eating doughnuts to check. that, or they found the "gift" gate left programmed into their police vehicles that they had in fabrication. namely, their new slogans and sirens. their new slogan: IN JAIL, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM Their new sirens? Ice cream truck sirens. As gate began chuckling to himself at the premise of police cars with his new slogan written on the side, he suddenly began picking up a strange message...it was being broadcast on a crap ton of frequencies, so there was almost no way he was going to miss it.
a million credits, twilight, dead or alive? what the hell? Gate stopped after crossing an intersection and hearing the message. now he was all business. who, or what, was this "twilight" person anyway? and what was with the million bucks going to one person anyway? was this "Grey fox" trying to start a bloodbath? Dammit Adam, if it Isnt a ship filled with dirty magazines, its a bloody war. looks like comedy and tragedy follow me with every step i take... Armed with only his instincts on Adam being somewhere in the city, It looked like Gate had walked into yet another disaster waiting to happen. |
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"Love, in its many forms, is life's greatest gift. Its the one worth fighting for. I died for it once...and even though it didn't turn out so well for me, looking back, I wouldn't have done anything differently." -Terron Xennoth- | |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 5 2009, 05:15 PM Post #19 |
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Jenosa blinked; bemused, wondering what her ship was calling her for. Taking out her transceiver, she spoke into it. "Yes?" "Jenosa, it’s Adam. I think Twilight’s in trouble. Where are you? I’m by your ship but I can meet you anywhere." Her eyes popped out wide in surprise. "A-adam," she stuttered in surprise, obviously wondering how the hell Adam got a hold of her, and more importantly, how he knew what was happening. "How- when did you? - Bah, never mind. Point being, I don't think Twilight's in trouble - I think he's in deep shit. I'm in the slums area of the city. Can we meet some where near there? We need to hurry, and..." Jenosa paused for a minute, looking all around her, and after a moment’s consideration, she whispered in a low tone, "I think I'm being watched. I'll try to lose them; just talk to me about the closest place we can meet. That'll be the place where we can probably find Twilight. Also, do you think you can put these coordinates on a bake sale for your other buddies?" She hoped Adam got the drift in what she trying to actually meant. She smiled a bit when she heard the little announcement by that woman called Gray Fox. Heh, things became a little more tipped to my favor. She began moving away from Twilight. ---------------------------------- Unfortunately, as the law always goes, as one thing tip towards another's favor, the other side tips away from the opposing one's favor. In this case, Gellion Wurtz's. His normally stoic, creepy, statue-esque expression finally broke into a sneer of fury. He was not happy - not happy at all - that some dumb bitch bounty had the nerve to make this job into a competition. He could already tell, thanks to the experience that he had 'obtained,' that the soldiers he was occupying were already getting some "Bright ideas," as he heard they were called. "Don't you dare," he rasped in a cold, nasty tone, "get any...funny ideas." He spat the last 'ideas' with a great disdain on it. If it was one thing he hated about all of these individuals, it was the darned fact that they could suddenly collapse to their own desires instead of the community as a whole. Or at least the desires of what their commanders wanted them to do. He knew this was going to cause a lot of problems. "If I catch one of you doing anything thing out of line..." he said, but was unable to find the words to threaten them; because his face was those words. The soldiers immediately got the point. He took out a transmitter and opened it to all frequencies for everyone to listen to, "I don't know if you listening to this or not...Fox," speaking her name in an extremely displeased tone, "but if you are, listen to me carefully. You are not going to turn this into a competition. We hunt this creature for the safety of the populace, not for some grand money sport." He paused for a moment, and then continued, "Also, how do we know you're not bluffing? How do we know you're not going to take advantage of everyone to just get what you want?" Just before she shot off this message, he spoke through a different channel - this one being a secured tight beam transmission - from a different source; to Wight over a secured. "Wight," his voice being completely neutral with only a hint of anger, "It seems we a problem. Have you heard what that 'Gray Fox' had to say over the comms?" |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Jan 5 2009, 10:30 PM Post #20 |
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BURMA
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Faulias had just shut the door of his ship when his PDA began to beep. Curious as to who would be leaving a message, he pulled it out. The Gray Fox's message had been left on his PDA, as he was not available to hear it live. Those functions were only active in his full suit. He immediately listened to the full message, then sighed. He hated competitions. Mainly since he usually hated working with (or against) other people. When there was only two people to worry about - yourself, and your target - things usually went pretty well. When there were other hunters, or other targets... well, there's always the chance that more shit will hit the fan than what was supposed to. It was bad enough that it was the damn Gray Fox. That woman had gotten on his nerves well enough, and he was sure the feeling was mutual. But now that other factors had been introduced, his plans were being meddled with. With a quickness not there before in his step, he briskly made his way to the Armory. Inside, hanging on a hand-crafted stand, were the parts to his massive battlesuit. He quickly grabbed the legpate and boots of his suit and slipped them on, their stiffness setting him off balance momentarily due to his haste. next came the armguards, his regular gauntlet, and his enhanced and oversized Breaker Gauntlet, before the chestpiece was put in place. Last came the helmet, and as he slipped it on, connectors from the back of the helmet to the backpack unit on his suit automatically snapped in place. His world was dark for a moment, then the glow of the display screen flashed into existence, displaying the familiar diagnostic screen.
He slipped his PDA unit into the slot for it in his wristguard, hit the yes key, and closed the protective hatch.
There was a whirring noise in the room, then a harsh hissing and clicking as the compression locks forced every piece of armor into coexistence.
He shook his arms and legs around a bit, making sure no parts were loose, then made his way out of the ship. His heavy footsteps shook the ship, echoing throughout and even being heard outside of his small fighter-ship. At the door he leaped and landed on the ground, partially to get used to his suit again, and partially since he was fairly sure the ladder was about to break should he step on it again. "Proxy scans showed nothing of importance," Faulias said aloud, directed toward the G-Fed troops from before, whom had not left yet, "so we're going to have to do this manually. We'll do manual checks and signature scans of the surrounding buildings in nearby areas. If one of us finds something, we will notify the other. Understood?" Edited by Metamyth, Jan 5 2009, 10:31 PM.
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