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Archeological Contracts (Open); Open Thread for Improptu RPing
Topic Started: Jun 21 2009, 02:49 AM (11,722 Views)
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Tholburne was seized by a mixture of emotions, not the least of which was pity, fear, and exasperation. She had no idea this woman was in such dire straights, along with her brother--and now Tholburne recognized the man, as part of her excavation team. As much as she might have wanted to, no anger rose in her chest as she looked over at his sister and her condition. Tholburne wasn't able to look away from Kathi's self-imposed for a long moment until she managed to pull her gaze away to lock eyes with Matthew.

"I--I understand...this isn't a normal situation..." The Doctor said, though whether or not she referred to the camp being destroyed or referred to Kathi's illness was unclear. "Is there...any way we can help her?" She asked before an alarm sounded off in the ship, and Tholburne looked around her with a worried look.

"We're not under attack again, are we?"
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"S'impressive enough, but you're wastin' ya time wit' the big dogs..."

Big dogs? What the hell did this asshole know about the big dogs? He clearly wasn't aware who Nick was, or else he would have realized that this seemingly lowly raider worked for one of the biggest dogs of all.

"That so?" Nick retorted. "Well didn't anybody ever tell ya? Power armor's for sissy boys."

He took a big downward swing at Faulias with what was apparently a rock in his hand. But instead of attempting to smash his face in, he brought it down on his shoulder, then dove out of the way and rolled down the ridge. It was only then that Faulias would see that it wasn't a rock after all: Nick had wedged a live grenade underneath the massive shoulder guard. And wedged it in there good, too.

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Unlike Jenosa, Grace was only human. An athletically gifted human, but a human nonetheless. She had no special abilities, nor any special equipment. The only way to hide from enhanced senses and the advanced detection gear the Chozo presumably had was to remain perfectly still.

The flashbang had helped. Blinded them just long enough for her to disappear from their line of sight, and the darkness took car of the rest. But that would only go so far. Sooner or later they would sniff her out. Unless she did something about it.

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Jenosa would sense Grace coming up behind her a mile away. It was almost too easy.

The only problem was that Grace was moving way too fast for Jenosa to do anything about it. Before the other woman could blink, Grace was right on top of her, swinging her rifle like a club and letting out a primal scream.
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As soon as the grenade was wedged into his shoulderguard, Faulias' cheery, jack-assish personality dissipated. He'd seen it wasn't just some rock he had been charged with - all too late, unfortunately - and knew exactly the danger he was in. He had three seconds, but his mind made it feel like so much more time was passing.

His massive armored hand swung around his armor, barely grasping a small clamp mechanism, accessible to oversized fingers too stiff to be moved without powered help. It was an emergency latch, and as he squeezed it, the suit lost all power, and the entire right arm of the suit simply slid off his shoulder. With a roar he flung it in Nick's direction, but it exploded far before it could reach him, sending a massive cloud of sand into the air.

When the sand settled, Faulias' suit was in pieces, strewn around him. He stood, blood running down his right arm from the emergency mechanism. Small fragments of his suit's right arm were raining down, landing in the same place the sandy cloud had been. Certain bits of metal were lodged in his body as well, having only worn a tightsuit underneath that was now stained from blood. His bare feet burned against the fury of the sun-baked sands, and he grimaced as he called out to Nick.

"You're a son of a bitch, Nick Scanlan, you know that?" he panted. "That was my good arm. And that," pausing to point at his discarded helmet and voice module, "took a god-damn eternity to program."

He bent down quickly and picked up his oversized rifle, which happened to look ridiculous in his hands. Without power from his suit, however, it was as useless as his suit was. "And now you've gone and pissed me off, made me bloody my arm up to boot."

Without his suit, he was much quicker, even without mechanically supplemented strength. He spun around, flinging the rifle at Nick before charging him at full speed, his hands clenched tightly.

It didn't matter if he didn't have his suit or a functional weapon. He still had his goddamned fists, and he was going to use them.

(OOC: I just realized that I might have done a bit too much talking here, but I have to run some errands before I can fix anything. If there's a problem Boss, let me know and I'll get on it asap.)
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The rifle had struck Jenosa good on the head, staggering and daze for only for a few short seconds. It would take more than a single hit to the head to take to take her down, and although one might point that it might be the virus in her blood giving her more stamina, Jenosa was just a goddamn stubborn. The woman had been pitted against around 4 or 5 street thugs, relatively before she had been a bounty hunter, and had taken them around a full 5 minutes to make her fall. By then, she had taken out two, and had badly bruised the rest.

That was just before she met the man who taught her who she was, and he had taught her well about strategy and quick thinking. She let her body bend on purpose, her hand gripping a small pebble, and then whipped around; her judgment and accuracy couldn't have been better. Even with Grace's reflexes, the small pebble struck her on the side, at an angle, with a rough impact.

An eye for an eye, Jenosa thought quickly, but knew, at the way Grace came at her, this would soon turn into downright, dirty fist brawl.
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Travis..... Travis...... Wake up....

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, his heartbeat being the only slow metronome keeping him clinging to consciousness as he looked out through slitted eyes.

Travis.......... Travis........

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["Travis! TRAVIS! Wake up, blast it! TRAVIS! TRAVIS!!!"]

"Ungh...." He groaned as he lifted himself out of the rock, literally digging himself out an imprint and rubble. Slowly everything came back into focus on the suit HUD. Shields were holding, but at 42%... It was all a blur as he tried to shake the disorientation off, regaining his footing and sense of direction in the desert sand. What had happened, it felt like he had been hit by a massive 200-ton hammer...

["TRAVIS!"] Constantine bellowed again over the COMM!

"You can stop shouting now, I'm alive...." The hunter grumbled a bit more from being thrown about then from irritation. "What happened...?"

["Oh, thank heaven, your vital signs had just pinged KIA..."] The elderly voice on the other end was laced with noted relief. ["I just had communications restored... what happened?"]

"Well there was an EMP, an explosion from those two we were chasing, and then after that my mind goes-" He paused. "The camp... the others... where are they?"

["Gone, I'm afraid. Somebody initiated a gate jump directly above the campsite, and the results... well if there is still a camp, it's mostly buried under the desert sands."] There was a somber tone to Constantine's voice, as though he had been there in flesh and witnessed the act himself. ["Might it also explain your involuntary time being dead?"]

"More then likely-" -another pause, and this time with more urgency- "the others, Doctor Tholburne, where are they!?"

["Hang on.... checking.... If I'm still not getting interference from the jump, they should be right there."]

"Good, so they're alive hopefully... I'm heading that way right now."

["Travis, your shields took a considerable hit, even if they'll slowly regenerate you will be able to take less abuse... shouldn't you recharge first?"]

"No time, gotta check to see if we still have a paycheck my friend..." He shouted as he ran over the dunes.

(Or for that matter, if everyone's okay...) He thought to himself.

"This is Deadeye, can anybody hear me...? If anyone out there is still alive, please respond!" His voice crackled over the open comms, praying for a response. "If anyone is getting this, I am on my way, I was forced into an involuntary dirt nap but I'll be arriving shortly!"
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(OOC: I've got plans for Shin, but I think i'll save it for a bit later.)

Blake had never been one for waiting; or for being kept in the dark. Ironic that most of his life in the service had heavily featured both. Waiting until someone above him karked it allowing him to move up in rank. Following out orders which were part of some large battle plan which could have easily involved sacrificing his ship. The difference had been that in that case he had someone of higher rank constantly keeping an eye one him, someone of superior authority keeping him in his place.
Not, as was the case here, some jumped up AI trying to tell him to sit down and shut up.
Assuming that the aged voice which had spoken to him had even been Derad. Most sentient computer systems were able to alter their voices and appearances in order to disguise their identities to others. It was something usually used against organics, or people who couldn’t directly see an FFID in order to detect the source of a message. But what point was there in using it now? Against someone who he had already identified himself to and was standing directly in front of the computer he was plugged into?
Blake was about to voice some sort of retort when Derad, in his ‘true’ voice suddenly spoke up again. "Jesus Christ, this system appears to be able to interface with every goddamn machine on this planet."

It took a brief moment for the impact of what this meant to hit Blake. Not only did it potentially mean that Derad could derail the plan he had been formulating to buy his way off the planet. He could also potentially hijack Blake’s new body. While its internal shielding could supposed to protect the avatar from energy and signals passing into his internal systems, it had already failed once before. The small ‘window’ which allowed for communications with the ship had previously been jammed open. While this was something which Ra, while he had still held control over his form, had apparently corrected there was no guarantee that these defences were not still compromised.
“Best draw at little attention to myself as possible,” he decided, thinking inwardly to himself “let him have his fun and poke about in everything else on this rock-“
"Good god, they can't be thinking of blasting the camp!?"Derad spoke up again, clearly alarmed “Damn those monsters, and all I did was unknowingly access their ship's systems.”

“Next time you do choose to hack into the systems of an orbiting battlecruiser” Blake spoke up, clearly frustrated at this sudden development “don’t not irritate the crew to the point where they intend to glass where we are.”

Even as he spoke Blake could feel the ground beginning to shake, the hum of systems powering up echoing through the tunnel. Whatever Derad was activating it was big, something which hopefully would help against the orbiting cruiser. Assuming that whatever age old systems hadn’t decayed beyond use.
“As you’re clearly doing something more than just opening this door” Blake spoke up, yelling over the sound of machinery “do you think you could get me up onto the cruiser? If you can get me onto there I can take out their gun decks and shields.”
Edited by Shin-Ra, Jun 25 2010, 06:17 AM.
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(OOC: Ugh...for the record, NEVER let me say "I'll have this done by tomorrow" ever again...)

"At the moment, there really isn't anything anyone can do for me," Kathi said with a heavy sigh. Her shoulders slumped like a lead weight had been placed on them. It was as if someone had tripped a circuit breaker in her, cutting off all that extra energy she had been brimming with just a few seconds ago. "The mood swings should stabilize soon, but that's usually right about when schizofrenia sets in."

Suddenly, a light chiming alarm sounded twice, and Tholburne seemed to panic.
"We're not under attack again, are we?"

"Shouldn't be," Matthew grumbled as he started off towards the cockpit. "That's the priority message alert." He shook his head. "Damned if I know why we're getting a message on that channel now, though."

Kathi watched her brother head off to check on the message, then turned back to Tholburne. "I need to go check and see if any of my medicine is still good. If it is, I'll be back to myself in about three hours." She shook her head in defeat. By this point, she'd hit bottom long before she got back to her right mind. "In the meantime, if you want to get something to eat or drink, feel free to stop by the mess while Matt and I try to figure out what to do from here. Second door on the left."

She turned away and began walking back to her room, but paused to glance back over her shoulder at Tholburne.
"By the way, doctor, thanks for stopping by. You've kept me more or less lucid since I dragged you in."

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The incessant chiming of the alert finally ceased as Matthew reached the ship's cockpit and opened the message. The initial message left him confused, but he didn't dwell on that for long before opening the attached file. As the data on the Claymore's activities scrolled across the holographic display, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh, fuck..." Matthew muttered before a red light started blinking on the communications console proper, indicating that someone was actively broadcasting over several open comm channels - typically a sign of an emergency.

"...deye, can anybody hear me...? If anyone out there is still alive, please respond! If anyone is getting this, I am on my way, I was forced into an involuntary dirt nap but I'll be arriving shortly!"

"Clarke? Glad to hear your still alive," Matthew smiled as he answered the bounty hunter's message. "The doctor's with my sister and me at my ship. Some of the others headed off to pursue those two raiders from earlier. If you can, meet me at my ship. The situation's only headed south since that ship jumped over camp." He paused, then added, "The door here is always open for a fellow Marine."

Without waiting for a reply, Matthew closed the link and opened Nox's intercom.

"Kathi, Doctor Tholburne, please meet me in the mess. I'm afraid the proverbial shit is going to hit the fan very shortly."
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...whose tears of grief nearly drowned the world.
So she tore out her heart, and made war against it.
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"Such is the price of unguarded emotion," she said.
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(OOC: JP by me and Boss)

Dead Eye's comm crackled open and out of it came Jenosa's voice, "Hey Clark, I see you woke up," she chuckled, "me and every other hunter are out to bag Grace and Nick, who escaped.  I know where they are, so here's the coordinates..."

Dead Eye got this message only a couple of minutes before Jenosa initiated the attacked on the targets...
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Grace quickly dove to her right, but the golf ball-sized rock still struck her in the side, just below the ribcage.  Lucky that.  A hit right on her ribs would have been no picnic.  She staggered a bit, then regained her footing and lunged at Jenosa again.

Jenosa looked to be just about her height, but even then Grace could tell the other woman was still bigger and stronger than she was.  That was okay, though.  Add to that the bizarre rumors swirling around this red-headed bounty hunter, and it seemed to be a bad mismatch in Jenosa's favor.  That was okay though.  Grace had never gotten by on raw strength anyway.  She got by on speed and quickness.  And that was exactly what she was doing, her fists flying faster than Jenosa could react.

While Jenosa certainly had some finesse, it was obvious she lacked the speed and agility that Grace had.  She also wasn't uber strong, although she probably had more strength than Grace, but not like a muscle man; what large advantage she did have was endurance.  She knew some of it came from the effects of the virus, but even before that being stubborn was one of her strong traits.  This combined with her other physical attributes and quick thinking was what had gotten her through most of her life.

But at the moment, brute force seemed to be the only option.  Grace's punch were already making her body sore all over the place, even with her body armor, and the bitch avoid her own thrusts.  No, she thought, boxing won't work here.  Let's try wrestling.

She waited for the right moment there wouldn't be enough reaction time, and even shifted positions on the dune they fought - and then found her opening.  She took a punch onto the side of the face, taking in the pain just as she tackled Grace's stomach and pinned her to the; punching her ribs continuously for the time.

She went down hard, feeling the wind get knocked out of her as she hit the ground.  She struggled to get free, but Jenosa had her locked down, hitting her over and over again.  Grace gasped for air, feeling like she was drowning.  Her rifle was lying just a few feet away.  She reached out, trying to grab onto the barrel with her outstretched hands.

Jenosa was very content on continuing her assault, knowing that she had essentially placed Grace in a bad position; and it felt good to finally have her own fists connect.  A little too good; she a bit engulfed in the bashing before she noticed what Grace was reaching for, though she gave  the woman a good thrust to the face.

It was like church bells going off in her head.  She was well beyond shaken up now.  Between getting the air knocked out of her and the fierce blow she'd just taken right on her chin, things were getting fuzzy.  She looked up at her assailant's face, trying her best to focus but still seeing two Jenosas up there.

Then her fingers finally brushed against metal.  She grabbed the tip of the barrel, pulled it close, and swung at Jenosa, but this time the other woman caught it.  Now, it was a struggle for the rifle.  A struggle the stronger Jenosa Arma was likely to win.

Jenosa had not been completely engrossed in beating the tarp out of Grace to not notice Grace reaching for the gun, and catching it firmly, she gave Grace a small triumphant grin.  Her green eyes briefly flashed a light blue color, as if they had glowed with her struggle in pushing down the rifle, and her expression got more intense as the fight went on.

Her strength was failing.  Grace stared up at her opponent, watching those blue eyes flashing at her, figuratively and then literally for just a second.  She grunted heavily, then let go of the rifle.

Jenosa didn't even see Grace draw the knife.  All of a sudden, it was just in her hand.  And buried deep in Jenosa's side.

Jenosa gave a growl of pain as she felt the knife stab into her gut badly, and it weakened her hold; but not enough to put her out of commission.  She wasn't too stubborn to realize Grace would break free, and she instinctively knew she had taken a serious, if not life threatening, wound.  Thus, following her instincts, she found herself doing the one thing she had never, ever though she would do.

She gave Grace a down hard headbutt.

Grace slumped down to the ground, letting go of the knife that was still buried in Jenosa's belly.  She was out cold.

Jenosa felt dazed from the impact, never having done a stunt like that before; she wasn't a freakin' football player for Christ's sake.  Yet even through the haze she game a small amount of satisfaction at having knocked out Grace - and then she flipped onto her back as exhaustion began to take over.  In fact, she felt a warmth rapidly spreading across her stomach; weakly, she lifted her arm, and felt and saw a large amount of blood coating her hand. Even in her sleepy state, she knew what was happening, and there wasn't much that could done about it.

Jenosa Arma...was dying.
Edited by CEMP, Jun 26 2010, 10:13 PM.
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"Copy that Jenosa, I'm on my way...."

It was like he was walking through a graveyard filled with the recent dead.

Travis made his way through the sands, passing by remnants of the camp and its inhabitants. A piece of debris here, a scrap of cloth there... a body or two. He ran past the corpse of a mercenary, stopping only for a moment. The corpse's eyes hung open like an obscene doll, glassed and far away.... Travis sighed. He had seen it enough that it was instantly recognizable to him, but he never enjoyed the sight of death. Kneeling down... he gently moved his left hand outward and closed the man's eyelids. He reasoned it was a bit sentimental, but regardless of the man's past, he deserved to rest with dignity.

Rising and breaking into a run he somersaulted over the ridge, landing on his feet and picking up speed, Travis treaded further over the dunes as he slowly watched the shields climb up again... 47 percent so far and climbing.

Shields or not, he wasn't expecting what awaited him over the next.

Two women laid in a heap at the foot of the dune's crest, one of which immediately came to memory and the other he mostly ignored; he had to, since the particular woman he looked over had an object protruding out of her gut.

"JENOSA!" He shouted, running downward. He leaned over the red-head, careful not to accidentally tread sand onto her or the wound. A quick scan confirmed most of Travis' observations; she was -not- in good shape.

"Constantine, I want you to have the emergency bed and a mender prepped right now, emergency pickup!" He said with diligence to his tone, kneeling down to get an inspection of the wound... ugh, it was in there good.

[Travis...?"]

"Just do it, and do it now!"

["What's going- oh...."] Constantine paused, as if taken aback. ["... right then, I'm coming, hang on.]

(Hang in there, Jenosa..) Travis thought to himself as he periodically took his eyes off her to look at the body of the other woman.

"Matt, you read me...?" He tapped into the comms. "Jenosa is down, I'm going to evac her onto my gunship. She got messed up- it's looking bad at the moment, I'll keep you posted..."
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The Claymore hung ominously in space above the now-dark campsite, small maneuvering jets adjusting the low-hanging orbit of the cruiser. Dusk had long fallen over the seemingly-empty dig site, but Tidus Kaivori knew it wasn't nearly as simple as that. Even if there had been a gate jump above the camp, the sheer number of individuals would warrant some surviving. And, given that they had attempted to access his systems, the Captain was able to sum up their intention even without his Type-T probe, which ha been destroyed in the jump. The man stood now with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing softly upon the main viewscreen that showed the vast expanse of the planet below. "To think," he said softly to himself, though Lieutenant Voree turned slightly in her chair, "buried beneath that sand somewhere is the kind of treasure that civilizations warred and became extinct over..."

The First Lieutenant raised an eyebrow slightly, rotating more in her seat. "Sir? I thought we were just trying to find some ancient artifacts."

The Captain smiled slightly, small boxes near the corner of the screen filled with percentages that were nearing one hundred. "In a sense, Miss Voree, we are doing just that...Call me old-fashioned, but you've heard the long-told stories of Chozo technology that had been yet to be discovered, yes?" The officer nodded silently, one of the numbers reaching the top. "Most would write these off as mere children's fables, but some...like myself and our dear Doctor Thelblourne, know that the likelyhood of such stories being true is in reality very, very high. We're after much more than heirogliphs and idols, my dear Lieutenant."

The last charging number reached it's peak, and three small circles appeared over the main screen, indicating optimal targeting data. Analyzed closely enough, and one would notice that it formed a tightly-packed triangle inside the excavation area itself, rather than the camp. "Targets locked on, Captain. Preparing final firing sequence."

Before Kaivori could even voice an affirmative, though, aassive power fluctuation worked it's way across the map, originating from near the camp but resonating from within the dig center. "Damned EMP, I thought we had the reactor stable again." Voree swore, adjusting some calculations on her instrument panel.

Kaivori's jaw dropped open slightly, his head shaking back and forth. "No, Lieutenant..." His mouth closed and his grin spread, a dark smirk on his face. "We've found exactly what we're looking for."

"Attention crew, this is Captain Kaivori. Main Guns: Open Fire."


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The camp and surrounding area was eerily calm when compared to the earlier gate jump. The sky was clear and starry, and, if one had good vision or a telescope, they may have seen the shadowy, black outline of the Claymore high above in orbit. A flash would've eminated from the ship just moments before, signaling the only warning to those on Terra Firma. A triplet of lightning bolts shot down into the center of the dig site, complete with a roar of thunder as the magnetically-accelletated gauss rounds tore the sound barrier to shreds.

The thunder, though, lasted only an instant before it was overcome by a deafening, catastrophic symphony of heat, pressure, and noise. Chunks of rock and sand near the excavation site were glassed instantly, only to be shattered by the ensuing explosion. What could only have been described as cataclism warped the dig site, sending a roaring wave of pressure outwards and debris up. The cloud quickly formed into a familiar mushroom shape, as even though the blast was non-nuclear.

The silence that followed was sure to be almost as deafening as the impact itself, a deathly stillness permiating the air and resonating with the seriousness of what had occured.

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