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| ~Jedi~ | Sep 29 2009, 01:01 AM Post #91 |
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One with the Force and Blade
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"Reavers away, sir," Voree said, taking a quick glance at Kaviori before looking back at her readouts. "ETA to planetside is 7 minutes." Tidus nodded, taking another sip of his wine. He crossed his legs at the knee, his pristinely-shined boots reflecting some of the ship's artificail lighting. Gamma-Seven-Nine was the most recent in a long list of archeological hot spots, antiques and treasures dating far back having been found by a random explorer. Despite the apparent abundancy of artifacts, however, only recently had there been an attempt at an excavation. It was that very excavation that Kaviori had been waiting for. Why should he do all of the work of finding and excavating the artifacts when someone else was already so willing to do it for him? Not only that, but the presence of so many other mercenaries and bounty hunters increased the chance of finding someone on the right side of the law with a price on their head, probably for capturing or otherwise pissing off a crime lord. Whatever. He just wanted to be paid. That, however, was only second on the list of reasons for why he did what he did. He wanted a sense of adventure, he yearned for it. Open space was the last unknown fronteir, one where ordinary people like him made the rules. It was exhilerating. One of the Reaver pilots buzzed back a call. "Captain," the gruff, battle-hardened voice said, "we picked up an energy spike as we neared the planet. I think there's a ship still in orbit, sir. Want us to deal with it?" Tidus stood, moving towards the viewport. "Show me." After a moment, a small waypoint appeared on the glass, triangulating the source of the power spike. "Focus scans." After a moment of furious typing, a few readouts appeared on the screen, followed a few seconds later by a light-yellow outline. There indeed was a ship out there, running on such low power that their passive scans hadn't detected it. It was only when they brought their defensive batteries online, combined with the close proximity of the Reaver flight, that they were revealed. "Bring all batteries to standby, but don't open fire. If they don't shoot, we won't shoot." Kaviori moved back to his chair and waited, staring at the ship's outline. He didn't plan on intiating communications, at least not until the Reaver flight was back. He was, however, curious, as to what the smaller ship would do. It was easily outsized and outgunned. 'Your move,' Kaviori thought to himself, taking another sip of wine. ----------------------- A few miles above the camp, the sound of ships breaking atmosphere slowly began picking up. The three Reaver fighter/bombers, arranged in a triangular formation, broke through the clowd barrier and made a wide circle of the dig site at high altitude. The lead pilot slowly dipped down and banked away, moving away from the camp. The sand dunes and hills obscured the dig site from view for a minute as they made a banking turn, lowering their altitude and turning back towards the camp. Gunning the afterburners, the three ships roared only a few hundred feet above the ground, coming up quickly on the camp site. As they reached the leading edge, a small, ovular pod dropped from the lead Reaver. The three ships passed over the camp in a split second, sending air waves blowing through and tossing up sand, debris, and rattling tent flaps. They slowly regained altitude, aiming for orbit. The pod that was dropped seemed to hang in midair for a second before falling towards the camp. It was slowly losing speed, but still had a lot of force behind it from travelling as fast as the Reavers. It neared ground level, and, as it hit a sand dune, bounced hard, sending it flipping end-over end several meters into the air. The pod came back down and skipped, flipping several dozen more meters into the camp, occasionally crashing through a tent pole, rock, or ancient structure. It came to rest at the far end of the dig site, a few dents and scratches in the outer hull. The pod was two pieces of smooth metal about as big as an economy-sized trash can, and a single groove ran along it's equator. The only sign of life was a small, blue light on it, blinking repetedly. After exactly a minute and a half of just blinking, a faint beeping began accompanying the light, ever-so-slowly increasing in speed. Edited by Jedi, Sep 29 2009, 01:03 AM.
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Oct 1 2009, 10:26 PM Post #92 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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"No, I can't say I've read Freud, but I know what you're getting at," Matthew replied to Grace's remark. He had seen her glance at the pistol earlier. "And that's beside-" He broke off when Set walked over with his own comment about Freud in response to Grace. Sighing and shaking his head, Matthew continued. "That's not the point, Gray Fox," he began, putting special emphasis on the name many people had come to know the woman by as he held his arms behind his back. "What is the point is that I don't see what you have to leverage us into just handing your friend over. I have done plenty of buying and selling on the black market, more than enough to know you don't get something for free." His left hand clenched around the handle of the tranq pistol. "Besides, in case you haven't heard, Tango Company and real Special Forces don't get along very well." Matthew brushed off Jenosa's comment to check on their prisoner. "I understand that, but I'm in the middle of a conversation right now. You go with Set. I'll make sure she doesn't go anywhere." As he spoke the last sentence, he waved the tranq pistol slightly, making sure that Grace couldn't see it behind him. He hoped Jenosa would get the hint. "I was going to make a proposition about a way to resolve this situation without us shooting each other, Grace, but you'd have to be willing to help my sister. And given the recent events between you two, I'm not so sure that's a real option. So..." Matthew was going to go on, but three craft quickly blazed overhead, and something fell from one of them, crashing through parts of the camp and causing a lot of noise...mostly from the people who it nearly missed. "I need an answer now. I don't think any of us have the time." Matthew was silently confident. He knew from reports that the Gray Fox usually worked alone or with a partner. And the partner had already been captured. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh, shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit," was Kathi's response to what she saw on Nox's scans, which she had run in an attempt to reduce the feelings of stress she had. Little things like that usually took her mind off the things that were angering her long enough for her to calm down. This situation merely replaced them with a sinking feeling. She saw the Reavers before anyone else did, and knew that craft that small could not ahve made the journey alone. If these were raider craft, they had to have been carried in on a larger ship. And that thought was very, very worrying. It meant there was no easy way out of the situation, not without a hard fight at the very least. In panic, she put out an emergency call to all the hunters in the area. "We have new raiders, space-based and with lots of guns. If you have a ship that can shoot stuff, you may want to use it soon. As in, before the shit hits the fan." |
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Once, there was a maiden... ...whose tears of grief nearly drowned the world. So she tore out her heart, and made war against it. In victory, she sealed it in a locket, and trapped in a casting of bronze. "Such is the price of unguarded emotion," she said. | |
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 8 2009, 07:53 PM Post #93 |
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(OOC: EDIT: I've adjust a part of the post so it'll suit what Jedi has planned more )Jenosa grumbled in response to Mat's response, and it looked like she was about to object; but she held when she saw him wave the gun. It wasn't the fact that he was armed that convinced her, bu rather that it reminded her of his sister. She was quick enough to catch on that what he was doing here for his sister's benefit, and Mat seemed like the competent type. Still... "Just be careful," she said in a low voice to him that was barely high enough for Grace to hear - who Jenosa giving an occasional wary eye to. "I've known enough that she can be sly, manipulative, and quick." She tapped him on the shoulder as if saying good luck, and then left taking Set with her. Granted, she wanted to stay and be the one face Grace in a possible tango, even if she wasn't in top condition, but she held some respect for Mat's decision. Although she had never had a brother-sister relationship, she held enough experience to see some sort of connection between the two that was purely honest in her eyes and not foul play. She could only be left to wonder about the extent of Kathi's 'mental' problems. To which, as they found their way to where the thief was held, Jenosa reflected on how much she had grown since she had first become a lone hunter. She could recall how she normally relied on her quick wits and rushy attitude a lot, and in some ways, she had learned how dangerous it could be - not to herself, but for others. She also never had that keen intuition her mentor had, at least...up until now. One thing that was obvious to her was how she could tell about the kinship between Mat and Kathi. But it was also a feeling that was the sum of all of her experience. She found it easy to judge a character by their actions and attitude, and right now, she even found herself automatically psychoanalyzing Set; and she normally never did that in the past And it wasn't just her intuition, but the actual need to take command that made her reflect on herself for a short moment. despite her misgivings in not wanting to command, she now found the urge to do, although she didn't necessarily want to order them around like soldiers. Rather, she wanted to do what her mentor did in one mission while she was still a rookie, and that was working appropriately with the other hunters. the job wasn't a game, and none of them were getting extra credit to be better than one another. The issue was that some of those that she felt she could trust were partially inexperienced, and then there were those whose personalities she hadn't quite gotten know, especially considering that anyone of them could be acting like a protector only to steal at the right moment. she hated to be paranoid, but it was an all-possible situation. Set was also up for questioning, but not necessarily in terms of motives for being here. It was just...some of his actions confused her, but she decided not dwell on that. Right now, her attention was required to lookout for anyone suspicious an- Her attention was diverted when she heard the tell tale sound of incoming fighter ships, and she immediately whipped around, not caring how her long pony tale whipped wildly in the air. Her words were very much like Kathi's when she first noted the incoming ships; only Jenosa had enough time to see them swoop and drop something in the camp. And at first, she thought it might be a bomb, which in some way surprised her because bombs were never used in raids for very important and obvious reasons. However, whether it was or wasn't didn't make a difference, as her priorities shifted from the possible escape of Grace's friend to the immediate threat of the ships. She distinctly doubt this was a part of Grace's plan, and right now, these raiders looked like they would cause far more damage to them than letting the 'boyfriend' escape. She turned to Set with fierce green eyes that seemed to belie her usual enthusiastic attitude; it wasn't hard to tell Jenosa had feeling things were going to get intense. "Go!" she said, "Keep going to where Grace's friend is; the rest of us will take care of these vultures and keep them busy. I've got a funny feeling Grace was just a distraction to get her." Without waiting for a response, she bolted into a sprint towards her ship, which she held weapons that would help in the coming fight. As she ran, she spoke into her comm, "I hear you Kathi, and I suggest we show them what we got. Let's concentrate with the ships and whatever they dropped on us; keep an eye out for the big boy that brought them, but let's not worry too much. We'll deal with it when it comes, whether or not we got the guns to bring down the ship itself." She gave the round, black object a short, wary glance, wondering what exactly it was that those ships dropped on them. Whatever it was, it would serve as a distraction to aid those incoming ships, and she was smart enough to tell her ship to aim it's rotary energy cannon at them when they came back. Edited by CEMP, Oct 10 2009, 07:41 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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| ~Jedi~ | Oct 9 2009, 01:04 PM Post #94 |
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One with the Force and Blade
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((Not that it's a bad post, CEMP, 'cause it isn't, but the Type-T isn't actually a bomb. You're allowed to think that all you want, but in my next post it reveals what it is. However, no explosion, shrapnel damage (unless someone got hit by a tent pole or something, lol), etc. After all, Tidus wants the artifacts. He wouldn't go about dropping bombs that might risk them and his cash [yet... ]
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 10 2009, 07:42 PM Post #95 |
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(I hear you Jedi, and I just made some large adjustments to my post; kinda like it the way it is now anyway. Yes folks, I suggest you read it a bit) |
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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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| ~The Boss~ | Oct 15 2009, 08:29 PM Post #96 |
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(OOC: I don't think this post is really up to snuff, but it's been to long, so I've gotta get something down) “Get up, if you want to leave here alive you may want to listen to what I have to say.” Something hard was poking Nick in the ribs. He felt that much, though his head was still swimming in darkness. "Whazzat...?" he mumbled, his body trying to fight its way out of the drug's now fading effects. His system was well used to this by now, as he'd grown into something of a tranq connoisseur over the years. At least it wasn't the grenchler juice. He'd been hit with that stuff before; when he finally came out of it (two days later), he'd felt like he'd just spent an entire week binging on Mendocino rocket fuel. His eyes tried to focus on the still slightly fuzzy figure standing above him, a short guy with a shiny round head, jabbing him with a stick. Nick didn't recognize him as being among the group who'd set upon him earlier, though given the fact that he'd subsequently been pumped full of sedatives, he couldn't be sure exactly. He was inside one of the tents, and strangely wasn't restrained in any way. Being a rather large gentleman, he was usually the first one who was tied up. Not to mention the fact that this little dude was apparently the only one guarding him. Of course, as far as Nick was concerned, the dude was human. "What the hell kind o' sick pre-verted shit's goin' on here?" Nick muttered groggily. He was still trying to get his head together, and he hadn't really registered Ra's words. ............................. Grace was liking Matthew. Oh, she was liking him a lot. She could tell he fancied himself a rascal, despite that unmistakable military aura which blared "straight-laced" as loudly as could be. She didn't have the heart to burst his bubble, though; to ask him exactly what a pasty-faced pretty boy like himself knew about the black market. But she could also see that spark in his eyes, likely the same fiery spirit his sister possessed. And if there was one thing that Grace loved, it was playing with fire. "I was going to make a proposition about a way to resolve this situation without us shooting each other, Grace, but you'd have to be willing to help my sister. And given the recent events between you two, I'm not so sure that's a real option. So... I need an answer now. I don't think any of us have the time." "You're right..." Grace said cryptically. "You don't have the time..." She closed her eyes and listened to the sonic booms overhead, her lips curling into a sly grin. "You hear that?" she said. "That's the goddamned Angel of Death, and he's here to rain some fire and brimstone down on your unrighteous ass." She opened her eyes and stared directly into his. "What, you didn't think we were rollin' without backup now, did you? |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Oct 23 2009, 01:32 PM Post #97 |
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The Other Guy
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(OOC: I got tired of waiting for Curon) "What the hell kind o' sick pre-verted shit's goin' on here?" Ra sighed, at least the man was awake even if he seemed utterly unaware of what was taking place around him and that hopefully meant he could walk, or at least stagger, to the Talyn so they could fly out of there. Grabbing the man’s arm and hauling him upright to be propped against one of the tent poles he tried once more to get the man to listen. “I assure you, had we intended to submit you to ‘sick pre-verted shit’ we would have just left you with the Chozo for a few minutes” he said mildly, hoping that would get the man’s attention, before he tried again to make his propose his deal. “I do not know if you are capable of listening or not, and quite frankly I do not care. You can try to get out of here on your own and most likely be gunned down in the process, or you can accept my help in exchange for-“ Ra’s next words were drowned out by the shriek of low flying afterburners, the tent shaking and kicking up sand as one passed right overhead. Using his staff he pulled the flap of the tent’s entrance to one side in time to see three single man aircraft climbing fast in the distance, heading directly upwards. Some distance away, out of site behind the rows of debris and tents, something was crashing through the camp causing chaos and destruction as it seemingly bounced its way towards the middle of the dig site. Ra looked on in astonishment, the archaeologists not informing those they hired that the ‘raiders’ would be capable of mortar bombardments and carrying high explosives was one thing, failing to mention that they were capable of making airstrikes was taking the piss. Turning back to face Nick he commented “if you want to get out of here, you have to get going now before they regroup.” He kept the staff levelled at the man as he said this, not entirely sure of how much of a threat he was in his current state, and activated his internal transmitter to the ship. ------------------------------ The small blips across the scanner were climbing fast now as they headed away from the camp once more. Shin watched with interest expecting to see some large scale explosion from the dig site at any moment, but instead they seemed to have only flown over it before heading to return. Possibly just relaying targeting data to the cruiser. A loud hum resounded across the bridge as masses of control banks automatically switched back on and the lights flickered back into life overhead as the ship’s secondary power grid and systems came back online. A number of AI picked up the movements of the enemy warship’s turrets and batteries shortly after the flight of aircraft shot past them heading for the planet, having been discovered there seemed little reason to hide their presence. As of yet they’d not brought the main weapons systems online but Shin felt that the surprise of the ship’s main cannons appearing from their hidden alcoves and sections would give them an advantage if the cruiser chose to shoot at them. Or if they simply thought that the Lightbringer was no threat to them they could simply ignore them. A small light flicked itself on a nearby console and it’s screen read the worlds ‘INCOMING SIGNAL’ with Ra’s frequency detailed underneath. <<”Need someone shot down this time?”>> Shin asked as the signal was returned and the comm. channel between them opened up. <<”Aircraft, three of them heading upwards fast. See them?”>> came the blunt reply <<”Yes”>> <<”Track them, kill them, and kill whoever sent them.”>> Shin glanced through the scanners back at the light cruiser <<”I’m sure we can managed that>> and closed the channel. ----- Pistons began to move, servos whined and electric signals raced back and forth between AI as Shin gave the orders to prepare for combat. Meters thick armoured plates slid back to reveal interceptor and point defence batteries which rose into position across the ship, the ceramic sections of the hull became energised with electric charges strengthening their durability. More importantly massive sections of the hull parted to reveal masses of torpedo launchers across the aft, port and starboard of the Lightbringer. To those watching the smaller of the two capital ships had just become far more heavily armed, and while still clearly outclassed by the far larger Claymore it now stood a chance of fighting back. The main cannons remained offline at Shin’s command, the defence batteries and torpedo systems being more than enough for what he had planned. Firing it’s engines briefly the Lightbringer moved directly between the Claymore and the returning Reavers, the pilots of the smaller fighter craft detecting masses of target locks as almost every weapon capable of facing them was brought to bear. The port side of the ship rippled with fire as half a dozen concussion torpedoes shot from the ships underside and headed for the fighters. “Wait for the cruiser to open fire first,” Shin ordered “prepare evasive manoeuvres and be ready to head for the planet on my signal.” Edited by Shin-Ra, Oct 25 2009, 02:32 PM.
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| ~Jedi~ | Oct 23 2009, 09:12 PM Post #98 |
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One with the Force and Blade
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Down on the planet, the Type-T electromagnetic graphing / broadcasting device beeped a long, final note before the hatches on the top blew off in a small, pressurized *pop*. A small orb was launched about twenty feet into the air by pressurized gas, which then flashed and released a temporary electromagnetic surge through the camp. The orb fell, resting harmlessly in the dirt. A second apparatus, which, up until now, had been coated in a specialized rubber-lead case that resisted the EMP, emerged from the pod. It was a collapsable tower that erected itself a few feet before two small wings folded out near the top, creating a relay with the ship. The wings slowly spun in a circle, mapping everything that it's infra-red sensors passed over. After a short period of time, in which people could've come up to the tower, a small hologram projector near the base of the tower flickered to life, and a life-sized representation of a tall, lean human with short-cropped black hair appeared. He appeared to be in an older version of Officer's Regalia, wearing a thigh-length coat and well-pressed pants. The blue hue of the hologram device didn't allow much color differentiation, but there were various patches along his shoulder. "I," the man said, his voice broadcasted from small speakers on the tower, "am Captain Tidus Maximillion Kaviori." He made a small nod of his head, a smile flashing across his face, before he continued. "I suppose you might be wondering what all of the commotion is about..." ------------------------ ((In Space)) "I suppose you might be wondering what all of the commotion is about...". Tidus glanced past the recorder, and saw that one of the crewman was giving him a hand sign indicating that the three Reavers had broken atmosphere and were en route. He nodded and focused back on the transmitter. "Let me start by saying that, if you haven't already noticed, a temporary electromagnetic pulse was released over your camp. It's effects last about half an hour. This is to prevent any unnecessary...incidents." A cruel smile passed over his face before returning to its previous, emotionless stare. "Secondly, this transmitter device that I'm talking to you through is maintaining a constant uplink with my ship, which is in orbit. If connection is lost with the tower, I will assume that you choose to defy my requests and will respond with the appropriate measures. He paused for a moment for effect, reaching behind him for his wine glass and taking a sip. He savored the taste, then replaced the glass on the armrest of the command chair. "I'll keep things brief, ladies and gentlemen, because I'm sure that you, like myself, have work to do. Simply put, I'm an entrepreneur of various forms of art. This art includes the artifacts that you have no doubt found in your dig site. While I am a collector, I also know of several customers who would very much...." He paused, thinking of the right word to choose. Glancing off camera, he noticed information beginning to appear on the holo screen about the ship that had been hiding in orbit. He made a small motion to one of the bridge hands. "...who would very much appreciate what you've found. He turned and sat in the Captain's chair, crossing his legs as he did so. Tidus folded his hands and sat back in the chair, shoulders square. "Now, I'm sure we're all intelligent, reasonable men and women, so I invite the head Archeologist and two others up to the ship for a meal later this evening, so that we could discuss the terms of my request. A few lights flashed on the holoboard as the enemy ship began moving. Weapons diagnostics and power readouts scrolled across the board, and members of the crew began typing furiously. "Captain," Jasmine called out, interrupting the transmission, "enemy ship is moving to intercept Reavers." Tidus looked away from the transmitter device and sighed, an angered scowl crossing his face. "Aquire target," he replied, before glaring back at the hologram's camera. His mouth was a flat, humorless line, and his eyes were angled. "We are a military-grade capital ship with firepower to spare. You would not want to cross me, Hunters," he said, speaking directly to the Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters in the camp, "or this act of defiance may be your last. He looked directly at the camera for a moment, then looked past it, at the holoboard. The smaller ship had opened fire with Anti-Fighter weaponry, and the Reavers wouldn't be able to evade. "Open fire," he said, followed by making a slicing motion across his throat. A second later, the Hologram cut out. --------------------- On the ship's surface, two cannons slowly rotated to match the coordinates of the enemy cruiser, one on the top of the ship, the other beneath. Three laser batteries along the ship's hull warmed from a dull red to orange to red, to yellow and finally to blue-white. The cannons locked down, extended slightly, and paused for a moment, before recoiling backwards as they launched their payload: two magnetically-driven, high-velocity / high-explosive, heavy calibur Gauss shells. An instant later the laser batteries burst to life, firing off volley after volley of heated plasma, and continued firing as the main cannons were being reloaded. The lead Reaver didn't last a second. It's shields fell like a deck of cards on a windy day, leaving the hull to vaporize in the heat of the attack that was aimed at it. The other two fighters tried to break off, but were being followed by guided missiles. One Reaver managed to fire off a pair of missiles towards the ship before meeting it's demise. The last took a torpedo to it's port engine, sending it careening out of control. The ship nosed over and fell back towards the planet it had just come from. |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Oct 23 2009, 09:48 PM Post #99 |
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(OOC: I'm a little "meh" about this, but the last part makes up for it. A little.) Matthew didn't say anything to Grace for a few seconds. He just stared intently at her face, as if he were thinking of something important and this woman held the key to it all. Finally he spoke. "Call. You're bluffing. If that was a bomb, there wouldn't be a dig site left. And without a dig site, no artifacts. Force is only useful in certain situations. Otherwise, precision is the key." He took a moment to glance at the sky. "Those ships had to come from something big. Something-" He was cut off by the EMP burst, then by the transmission from Tidus. Matthew gritted his teeth when he heard the man's full name. Most military men and women in the Federation knew who he was, and hated him accordingly. When the fucking traitor finally shut his goddamn mouth, Matthew turned back to Grace. "Well, this does change things," he said, still fuming. "New deal. You must have gotten here somehow. Based on your ex-helljumper partner, I'm guessing black market military craft, probably a dropship of some kind. I'm also guessing that it was well out of the range of that EMP. Here's the deal: you help my sister and I survive, we split profits, and I see what I can do to help your friend." "Thing is, I don't want to fly out of here. I need to make an emergency transmission. I have friends who can help us get rid of theses bastards, all I need is your cooperation." He leaned closer, re-attaching the tranq-pistol to the back of his armor, never once letting it come into Grace's field of vision. '"Are you in?" --------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Kathi was very much pissed off. She was locked inside a powerless ship, the only light coming in through the tinted viewscreens in the cockpit. Who wouldn't be pissed off in that situation? Kathi began pacing the hallway between the cockpit and her quarters, never stopping to realize what her change in behavior implied. Edited by The Silver Fox, Oct 23 2009, 09:48 PM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Oct 25 2009, 03:45 PM Post #100 |
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Z'Gato didn't like where any of this was going, but he decided to let their 'leader' handle things with his 'Gray Fox' and their captive. Unfortunately, as Z'Gato was walking around the encampment, basically to kill time, he heard a dull roar overhead, marking the entry of ships into the area. At first, Z'Gato figured they were more hunters, until the design of the ships threw him off. 'Those aren't anything a Mercenary would typically have,' Z'Gato thought to himself, and he immediately tried to get a scan on them, but they moved far too quickly for his sensors to lock on. What DID transpire, however, made him a lot more alert. The ships deposited somekind of metallic sphere, which was making odd sounds and lights. Z'Gato didn't run, but rather, stood his ground against it, since it landed barely a handful of yards away from him. 'If its a bomb, it won't matter how far I run. If fate would have me die, then so be it,' He thought, steeling himself for what might be the inevitable, until something altogether different happened. All of a sudden, an electric pulse shot out, attack his suit, its shields, and his systems. "What the--!? An EMP!?" He yelled as his systems were slowly shutting down. "Counter-measures! Frakking COUNTER-MEASURES!" He yelled at the suit's AI, trying to get it to restore at least SOME function of his suit back to the user, but that was to no avail. Eventually, his suit was nothing but a lifeless husk, barely able to move its heavy mass without the support of the power coupling and its fiber muscles. "Damn it..." He uttered until a holographic image displayed before him. He listened intently, all the while trying to restore power to his suit, which at first, was failing miserably. Each word, however, drew Z'Gato's focus away from his suit, and to the matter at hand. And it was making him angry. "You...dare...defile these relics...!?" Z'Gato hissed loudly, though because of his suit's disfunction, no one could hear it. Alone in his suit, as it struggled to regain power, Z'Gato's rage began to build and build, like a waterfall adding to a lake. Eventually, it would overflow without an outlet, and Z'Gato found his outlet. Captain Tidus Maximillion Kaviori ---Systems Powering Up--- Finally, the system HUD began to power on, dull at first, but slowly brightening as Captain Tidus uttered the order to fire. While his computer systems were booting up, Z'Gato could only focus on his anger, on this unrelenting feeling of pure hatred at this individual. His race was weak, and because of that, they were now extinct, but Z'Gato would never let such relics fall into that man's hands. Deep down, Z'Gato had to ask himself 'why should I care?' Indeed, the Relics of a race now dead would prove little if nothing aside from granting him more abilities or tools for his disposal...but there was an effing point behind it all. 'I would rather die than be without honor...' A thought pulsed deep within. Despite his betrayal of his race, despite his cold attitude towards life, something deep down beat furiously, driving Z'Gato's emotions on the cellular level, a concept foreign to most, but taught since Z'Gato was but a hatchling. "I..." He said, his loudspeaker loudly projecting his voice as his suit began to move again, "...will personally...send you to hell..." Z'Gato said. In his mind, it was made up now. Bounty, Pride, Strength...all of that was gone until his mark was dead. "Computer, bring my ship in. Prepare for an assault..." |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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