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| ~The Boss~ | Oct 28 2009, 05:19 AM Post #101 |
Everbody funny... now you funny too.
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“If you want to get out of here, you have to get going now before they regroup.” Nick Scanlan was a thick-headed sonofabitch. He was born that way, being a good ol' boy from Texas, and he was damn proud of it too. The Corps only made it worse, turning a thick-headed cowboy into an even thicker-headed Marine. For an android like Ra, this would no doubt prove to be frustrating to no end. "Nuh-uh, little fella," Nick replied, yanking the staff away from Ra and tossing it aside. "See I don't give a damn if the Almighty his-self is layin' waste to this here camp, I ain't givin' you nothin'. I'll take my chances out there... I ain't a-scared o' gettin' shot at." ...................... "Ok, first of all," Grace replied, "whatever it is you're trying to hide behind your back there, I guarantee you I'll snatch it before you can blink." She gave Matthew a little tilt of the head that was full of what could only be described as sass. Grace was very observant; part of that was the instincts of a juvenile delinquent always looking for the quickest exit, and part of it was the relentless training Henry had drilled into her head. Don't let any detail slip past you, he'd always said, no matter how small. Of course, all of that was largely unnecessary when Matthew so clearly had his hand behind his back. And sure, maybe she was being a bit arrogant in regards to her skills. However, that was arrogance born of experience. She'd originally made her bones as a pickpocket, and in fact had first met Henry when she snatched his wallet, something she shouldn't have been able to do given his own ninja-like reputation. So she knew she had some pretty fast hands. Her eyes dared him to test just how fast they were. As for Matthew's offer, she had to admit it was mildly interesting. Mostly in how he did a complete 180 the second that hologram with the pompous message showed up. Clearly he knew this Kaviori character. He didn't even have to say anything, she could read it all over his face, and she smelled blood in the water. "Secondly... we do this my way, we won't even need your friends." |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Oct 29 2009, 09:51 AM Post #102 |
The Other Guy
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Between his concern of wondering when whatever the gunships has dropped would go off and trying to remain in what could at least pass for a diplomatic stance, Ra quietly wondered if it was worth simply shooting Nick and searching for the ship himself. It would most likely be far less frustrating, with the added bonus of not having to hear long stream of Texan slang every time the man opened his mouth. By the time Nick yanked the weapon out of his hand and was sailing through the air, his other arm was already outstretched and caught the end of the staff before it hit the ground. Bringing it back to face Nick he lightly stabbed it outwards into his sending the man tumbling backwards, at the same time firing a brief shot at the weapon’s lowest setting. It wasn’t enough to wound or even render the man unconscious but for the next few hours he would feel as if he had just been hit by a shotgun blast at close range. “No,” Ra agrees lining up for a second shot up “but I am sure having to face what is currently in orbit may make you more willing to speak. Assuming you are able to get out of the atmosphere.” He fired again, or would have had the EMP wave not chosen that exact moment to detonate. The circuits of the weapon exploded into a shower of sparks and Ra staggered forwards, a look of total shock on his face. Masses of warnings and system failures filled his right eye, the gap in his internal shielding having failed to close before the wave hit causing most of his secondary systems and almost all of his nanomachines present along his spine to be briefly flickering then die. The few pieces of electronics still active were now frantically trying and failing to repair and counter act the damage. In spite of the damage Ra managed to look up at Nick. “How did you…?” Ra managed before his higher functions went offline. The upper half of his body slumped forwards, his lower half remaining totally ridged and holding him upright. ------------------------------ “Enemy craft firing, solid and energy-“ “-missiles inbound, registering firing solution-“ “-aft reactor core at one hundred percent power-“ The bridge instantly became filled with dozens of conflicting voices chattering out information and readouts to the ship’s non-existent organic crew as both enemy ships began firing. Thankfully for Shin, they were more than capable of moving and working alone as the defensive systems flared into life and began firing. Explosions lit up surrounding the ship as the flack batteries of the defence grid opened fire causing their high explosive shells to detonate a short distance from the hull and the turrets began to track the objects inbound. Both of the Reaver’s missiles were hit by the explosions, one being stopped and the other finished off by the defensive turrets as soon as it came within their proximity. The surviving Reaver was ignored as it fell back through into the atmosphere, focusing upon instead dealing with the Claymore. As ordered, the Lightbringer’s engines flared into life quickly powering away from its previous position, causing one of the Claymore’s main cannons to barely miss its target. The second shell would have struck home and torn straight through one of the ship’s primary engines had it not been glanced by one of the battery’s explosions. Knocked off course it careered downwards skimming the underside of the Lightbringer’s hull and exploding directly beneath it, the ceramic armour holding but having been cracked and breached in many places. A few seconds later the cracks and dents were swarmed with nanomachines as they began to repair the damage of the explosion. As the plasma bolts came within range of the ship hundreds of glowing yellow interceptor drones came to life and began darting around each volley and colliding with the bolts before they hit the hull, absorbing them and using their power to move onto the next bolt before either exploding from power overload or fading before they can connect with their next target. A few stray bolts managed to break through this and strike the hull, burning through the armour and breaching a small number of internal sections but for time being it seemed the smaller ship was holding its own. “Alright, all aft launchers to fire, program them to arc round and strike the cruiser’s port wing.” Shin ordered as confirmation that the first volley had been held was sent through the Lightbringer’s comm. systems. All fourteen torpedo launchers fired sending the plasma variants they had been loaded with away from the masses of laser fire being directed at the ship and using the energy spikes of the Claymore’s guns headed for their target. Turning towards the planet and pulling away at high speed the Lightbringer fired it’s starboard launchers, sending another fourteen plasma torpedoes towards the opposite wing. Edited by Shin-Ra, Nov 9 2009, 04:15 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 30 2009, 11:04 AM Post #103 |
SUPER SHELL BATTLE MODE 3!
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Jenosa felt the EMP go past like a tickling wind, and while she had an idea of what it was, it didn't concern her very much. She came prepared, and one thing she was prepped for was EMPs; parts of her ship might be temporarily down, but there were back-up systems that would kick in when the primarys failed - after all, EMPs couldn't effect systems that weren't powered. Plus, some of the more vital areas were protected with polhearic alloy, a metal that when charged, can deflect and protect against electromagnetic interference. And she was half tempted to show how prepared she was by having her ship's turret power up and blast the hollogram's smiling face - but she witheld for importants reasons, knowing that such a course of action could be the death of them in the long run. Still, everything about that guy's attitude grated her nerves; he acted like an arrogant, smug, ass who thought he already owned the place. Granted, he probably did have some nasty fire power on his side, but he was assuming a whole lot by thinking the battle had already been won. Plus she just those types - and she didn't usually keep any grudges at all. The hologram flickering down, she took a look around for reactions, and first spotted the Bird of War in a hissy fit - good, she thought, he might decide to help of actively, or at least be usefull in the fight. She might have to actually give him a talk to at least keep him from getting himself killed if they were to survive any of this - and that was going to be a lot of fun. Her gaze momentarily shifted to Mathew, who appeared to 'conversing' with Grace. She growled inwardly, getting a good feeling that Mat was making a deal with the devil; but perhaps a deal was what they needed. Sighing as she pondered their situation, she knew this was going tricky to get out of it; but to hell she was going to yield to that jerk. Maybe she might have in her younger youth, but not now; no way in hell. She was going to see this through all the way to end. She then noticed she wasm missing someone - Set, she realized. That bothered her, but she didn't find that surprising, especially after his previous performance. There was a lot of work to be done, and first on the list was checking on the prisoner. As she strolled to where he was, however, he clicked on her comm to communicate. It was in her to commandand, and she simply said what was on her mind, "Let's keep calm guys, I suggest we plan on what to do about this guy - our best option maybe take him up on his 'offer' for dinner. Let's not let the window slip. This would include you Birdbrain - the ass got me riled much like you are, but going headlong without a plan might due us in for the long run. Now, I'll be back in a moment...need to check on someone." |
"To look for a shipwreck is at best a crapshoot, and to launch and fund a search, it helps to be the headmaster of the village idiot school or else the kind of stubborn lunatic who tries walk through walls simply because they're in the way. I probably fall in the latter group." - Clive Cussler, The Sea Hunters II  | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Oct 30 2009, 02:16 PM Post #104 |
Ginyu Force Reject; Nazi Teddy Bear Commodore
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Z'Gato growled in response to Jenosa, but as his systems still needed time to reboot, he couldn't even move to look her in the eye. His anger, even at this point, still boiled his blood to the point where he wanted to just blast the hologram projector to small parts with a Super Missile. And he actually tried to save those for a rainy day... "And let this swine soil artifacts of my heritage!? No...no I will not stand idly by and watch that happen!" Z'Gato yelled, venom seemingly dripping from his voice. His voice then slipped into his native tongue, and even though she might not know it, Jenosa could probably guess that it was mostly a long string of hatred-induced cursing. Meanwhile, Doctor Tholburne emerged from a nearby tent, obviously winded at today's events, but she still seemed interested in the transmission that the small orb depicted. She swallowed hard, especially after hearing Z'Gato's words. "W--well...I, uh, ah..." She said, a bit nervously. "I guess I could...I don't know if...if I have anything nice enough to wear though..." She said, blushing a little bit. Z'Gato uttered a shriek at her words, almost like an eagle screeching in the wind. "Do you not hear what I am saying!?" |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| +CEMP+ | Nov 1 2009, 03:22 PM Post #105 |
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SUPER SHELL BATTLE MODE 3!
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(OOC: Short but sweet) Jenosa emitted a mix between a sigh and a growl as she put a hand on her head in frustration; this was starting to turn out to be a really hectic day. The kind of 'hectic' she didn't like, where so many things that were key to survival weren't in her control - not that she ever wanted to control people. She became a bounty hunter to escape such problems, not create them. She clicked the comm in hopes to get her actual point across to the Bird's apparently 'thick' skull. "I'm not saying we should do nothing," she replied back sharply, "I'm saying we need to think of what to do, dodo brain. Us human didn't survive for so long because we charged into battle full throttle; and while I don't doubt the firepower on your ship, I have a good feeling our swine wasn't bluffing about military power. If you want to fly up and face them, then by all means go nuts; if you don't return, at least it'll tell us if he was pulling our chain; but don't blame me for lack of planning and the bastard's laughing over your dead corpse.” |
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"To look for a shipwreck is at best a crapshoot, and to launch and fund a search, it helps to be the headmaster of the village idiot school or else the kind of stubborn lunatic who tries walk through walls simply because they're in the way. I probably fall in the latter group." - Clive Cussler, The Sea Hunters II | |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Nov 21 2009, 12:15 AM Post #106 |
Welcome To War
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“AHHHHH,” Kathi sighed as she stepped out of the sleek, black, winged arrowhead that was Nox, arms spread out like a sprinter at the end of a 100 meter dash. Well, most of it, anyway. She still felt a bit tense, but figured it was probably just from Kaviori’s little speech, and from having been trapped on a dark spaceship until she found the switch to turn back up power ON. Why there wasn’t an automatic safeguard, Kathi didn’t know, but Nox was just a transport ship, not a fighter. She wandered around camp for a minute before she saw Matt again. It was pretty hard to miss him, really, what with the SWAT armor he was wearing. And, of course, for the gray-eyed woman he was still talking to. With difficulty, Kathi suppressed her growing urges to run in and punch Grace in the face. The young investigator had heard of the Gray Fox’s reputation, and of her seemingly superhuman skills. To attack her would be foolish, even by Kathi’s standards. Still, she had to release the tension building in her muscles and her head. Shift focus, girl, shift focus, Kathi thought to herself. She had to find some other way to vent. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. It was, ultimately, quite silly and stupid, but still… With that, she slowly walked towards the duo from the side, being as quiet and sneaky as she possibly could. Grace might end up seeing her, but Kathi didn’t particularly care. If she got caught, she could at least run away. ------------------------------------------ "Ok, first of all, whatever it is you're trying to hide behind your back there, I guarantee you I'll snatch it before you can blink." Had Matthew not been preoccupied with the burning desire to bring that treasonous bastard Kaviori to justice, he would likely have taken more offense to Grace’s little display of arrogance. As it was, he simply nodded. “It’s a tranq pistol,” he explained with a tone that was calm, yet as icy as a frozen lake. “Same one I used on your friend, actually. Not the best combat tool, but in a negotiation, it tends to work better than this beast.” He patted the Desert Eagle at his side and made a mental note to change the caliber of the gun to .357 when he got back to the ship. “And alright, I’ll go along wi-” Matthew began before he was almost knocked off his feet by someone tackling him from the side. “HI MATT!” a high, girlish voice shouted. Matthew turned his head to see his sister clinging to him will all her strength, and shook his head. As much as he loved the girl, he could not figure out why she acted the way she did sometimes. “Uh, Kat,” he said, calling her by her childhood nickname, “now isn’t a good time.” When she didn’t let go, he shook his head and shifted to the tone he usually used to order his troops around. “Kathi, let go. NOW.” Finally, Kathi released her grip. “What was that about, anyway?” Matthew asked, a look of concern and condescension on his face. “I just needed to let some energy out, Matt. No big deal,” she replied defensively. Matt sighed in response. “If you really have to release tension and use up your energy, go for a run. I was in the middle of something important.” Kathi looked down with a hurt look on her face, and Matthew immediately felt bad. I’ll be damned if that girl doesn’t know how to get her way sometimes… he thought. “Kathi, I’ll talk with you more when I’m done here. Go for a run, then come back and I’ll let you know what Grace has planned.” Kathi brushed a stray strand of brown hair out of her face and gave the other woman a suspicious glare, but said nothing. “I’m staying here. If she says she has a plan, I want to hear it from her mouth.” She looked up at her brother. “I still don’t trust her, and you shouldn’t either, but if this is the best we’ve got…” Kathi sighed and shook her head in irritation. “I still don’t like it, but I’m willing if you are…and of course, if I’m convinced this isn’t some kind of trap.” Without waiting for any snide comments that would no doubt come from Grace, Matthew took one step forward, putting Kathi behind him both to remove her input from the conversation and out of a basic desire to keep her safe at his own expense. “Alright, as I was going to say, I’ll go along with this plan for now. To be honest, I’d rather not involve my friends, as much as I know they’d like to see that bastard up there dead as well. So, if we’re going to work together, don’t you think we’d work a bit more effectively if you were to tell me what your plan entails?” Matthew managed a smirk of his own. “After all, they are the ones we want unprepared, not us.” |
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"Why does everyone still call me 'kid'? I mean, seriously, right now, there's five twelve-year-olds helping fight this battle, and you're calling a nineteen-year-old gunnery sergeant 'kid'? I think I deserve a little bit more respect than that!" "Sure thing, kid." ~ exchange between Gunnery Sergeant Vanessa L. Hansen and Captain Mason N. Dowling in Sami's War | |
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