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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Jul 10 2009, 04:20 AM Post #41 |
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BONEITIS!
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The woman who'd called him a 'dumbass' had a brother. And he was being let free by the armoured goon because the woman got sick or something. "Wait jus' a second. You jus' gonna' believe them, like that? Huh Mr. Clark? Maybe its a load of shit, this sickness? Made up so they get some sympathy? And since when were you in charge? I may not like it, but What's her face with the dumb hair over there is in charge." Set walked over to the woman with the police armour, his hands at his sides, plainly visible, visibly unarmed. "Dumbass eh? Well It seems like I'm the only one smart enough to see through your little ruse! I say we leave you without those drugs, see if you do go crazy. That'll prove whether I'm right or not! If the boss allows it, o'course" He finished with a wet cough, and spat the emergent phlegm onto the ground. "What you think? Can we trust these people?" He added, to Jenosa. Edited by SaintlyTurkey, Jul 11 2009, 02:20 AM.
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Jul 10 2009, 11:23 PM Post #42 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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"I'm well aware of the contradiction between larsony and my primary occupation," Matthew replied to Travis' little morality lecture, "and I try to avoid it if at all possible. But right now, the insurance company's got the two of us stuck between a rock and a hard place. I don't mess around with fraud, and I don't mess around with government property. But if it's the rich bastard who lives down the street and owns twenty cars? I don't see how that affects the security of the Federation as a whole." When Travis turned to Kathi and requested to speak privately with her, both of the sibling heard the concern in his voice, and the younger of the to nodded her head respectfully. Matthew found himself wondering how he was going to get out of this. If the insurance company hadn't stopped paying it's share in the medicine, they wouldn't be in this situation. Matthew would be driving a stolen car to a chop shop, not worrying for his own status in the Marine Corps. Or staring at some lipless dumbass threaten his half-sister. Kathi didn't blame Set for not trusting her. After all, it seemed very much like she was helping Matthew out. Well, she was, but not intentionally. Matthew didn't ever tell her what it was that he was doing when it came to stealing things. He didn't want her involved, but in this case, there had been no choice. "Yeah. Dumbass for showing up without a weapon. Go ahead and take these away," Kathi growled, waving the syringes she had brought from the ship in Set's face, then quickly pocketing them. "Three hours from now, you'll regret it." She then turned away from the man in disgust, and walked over to Travis Clark. "I'll be fine for now. The meds take a while to wear off and to kick in, but I'll be fine as long as I take them within twenty minutes of the normal time." Meanwhile, Matthew was enjoying not having a gun against his head anymore, and was more than willing to get back into good graces with anyone in camp. Especially the woman who had somehow caught him. "Well, Miss Arma, do you trust me enough to let me help you out with this ambush?" The artifacts could wait. Hopefully, people would forget about Matthew's stash, and he could make the extra money he desperately hoped he wouldn't need. If not, then it was just hope and pray that Kathi's mom beat the insurance company in court before money ran out. |
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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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| ~The Boss~ | Jul 11 2009, 07:26 PM Post #43 |
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Native Son
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The distinctive whipcrack of a rifle echoed across the hills and was clearly audible in the camp below. At the very same moment, the feed from one of Travis's probes went dead. Nothing but static. In a way though, the probe had served its purpose. They now knew for a fact that there was someone out there. ...................... "Nick, where you at?" Grace said. "We got eyeballs out here." "I'm already in position," came Nick's voice through her earpiece. "Don't you worry 'bout nothin'. Just wait for my signal, like we said." "Yeah yeah, whatever." Grace turned her attention back to the camp. She had been watching through her rifle scope since Nick had taken the binoculars with him. It had been by pure luck that she spotted the probe, barely a blur at the edge of her field of vision. At first, she thought it might just be a smudge on the scope, but it was clearly moving. A faint shimmer in the air, the hallmark of a cloaking device. It was a small target, moving parallel to her position. Even with her keen eyes, it was difficult to track. Finally, she took the shot, deciding that it was now or never. Fortunately, her luck still held, and she actually hit the damn thing. "You gon' stick to the plan?" Nick asked her. "It's my plan," Grace replied. "That don't mean nothin'" She was about to fire off some kind of retort, but she had to concede that he was right. Just because she came up with the plan didn't mean that she would actually follow it. However, this was Nick's job. She was here as a favor to him, so that did constrain her somewhat. But that didn't mean she wouldn't improvise if the situation called for it. "I'll stick to the plan." "Good. Then don't shoot nothin' else till I give the signal. Might as well put up a goddamn sign, all the noise you're makin' up there." She gave the affirmative, and went back to watching the bounty hunters. Though she couldn't hear a word they were saying, nor was she anywhere near close enough to lip-read through her scope, their body language was all that was necessary to see the friction. They had to have seen that one coming. Bounty hunters were solitary, aggressive creatures by nature. Getting this many together in one place was asking for trouble. Grace checked her watch, for no real reason and not really registering the time anyway. It wasn't as if Nick had them synched up or anything. She was waiting for the signal. Then they'd raise some hell. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 12 2009, 08:41 AM Post #44 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: I'm just going to retype my explanation of how Jenosa found Mathew, since the last one didn't feel as stellar as I would have liked. Silver, I hope you don’t mind this explanation.) Jenosa smirked at Mathew's surprised face; he had no idea how she had found him at all. Oh, she had to give a him a lot of credit, because if she didn't have that sixth sense of her, she wouldn't have found him at all. He was really sneaky. But in all honesty, this enigmatic ability only function in a short, ‘static’ range around her; she had to be very close to a person to make sense of their bio-energy. It felt like body heat to her, only there was no hot or ‘cold’ sensation, but rather a unique ‘scent’ to it that stood out to her. And occasionally, if she focused enough, she could ‘see’ energy within a short distance, depending on the amount given ‘off,’ as a kind of colored hue. Strangely, though, whenever she put on bio-suit of hers, this static sense of hers grew tenfold, becoming like this expanded ‘awareness.’ It was still a bit eerie for her to think about how she developed this trait, especially since she had never been born like this at all. For most of her life, she had lived like a normal human being, up until, being a bit greedy back then, took a job that stuck her in a nasty situation. She had never taken too kindly to the ‘virus’ infecting her, but when it took an unexpected ‘mutation,’ she had become worried what these alien senses foreshadowed. Plus, the whole thing had creeped her out around the beginning. However, as time went on, and as she went through some more unusual situations, she found herself becoming used to these sense; much to a point where it was if she had been born with them. Thus, she found herself becoming more skillful at recognizing and paying attention to every unique energy signature she came across; and while a human being’s energy still didn’t stand out to her, electronics did. Mathew must have been carrying an electronic gizmo on him, because that was what allowed her to tag his movements from between the camp and Kathi’s – or his - ship so easily. All considering that she had noticed this while she was busy getting to Travis; like she would notice a flash out of the corner of her eye And she soon began to suspect foul play when he felt him go between point A and point B too much. Although, she never expected herself to handle him so quickly; and it was how she did that was more so unexpected. As soon as the struggle started, it was like tension within her body had released, and she felt adrenaline burst into her entire body all at once. Her gut instinct took over and she just reacted to how to Mathew's every movement. It was only after she had 'introduced' Mathew to Kathi did her head clear and she became baffled at how strong and swift - and how the beating of her heart was much like she had been through a life-or-death firefight. How - what the heck happened back there? she thought to herself, but didn't ponder on it, as there were more pressing concerns to take care of. She found herself frowning at the Lipless Idiot's paranoid; but acknowledged that it did make sense this time. She liked Kathi's attitude, as it really reminded her of herself when she was a rookie; and the two did seem sincere to her. But it wasn't to say there weren't some very good actors out there in the galaxy that did other things than take theaters roles. "Stealing for a noble cause," she responded with a surprisingly sympathetic chuckle, "I like that. Unfortunately, both Travis and the other guy who's name I don't know have a point. On the other hand, I see a lot of high tech stuff, so perhaps one of us can do a simple scan of her to find out?" "And as for you," she began to say to Mathew, "you're- A gunshot rang out. Jenosa swerved around to the direction of where she heard the gunfire, probing out with that sixth sense of hers, but stopped when she saw the telltale shape of a probe falling to the ground at a distance. She turned to Travis and asked in a serious voice, “I sure hope that probe of yours took some snapshots before it bit the dust, Travis. Otherwise…I might be prone to doing something a little…drastic.” Oh, and she really emphasized the word ‘drastic;’ because right now, she didn’t like the idea of sitting idly. It was all too obvious from how her gauntlets had a dim glow, her arms and hands twitching to throw down some energy shots. |
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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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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 12 2009, 01:39 PM Post #45 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"On the other hand, I see a lot of high tech stuff, so perhaps one of us can do a simple scan of her to find out?" "As a matter of fact, I could probably do tha-" Travis began, and then was sharply cut off by something else. BANG! A gunshot went off in the distance, echoing off the canyon walls and into the desert sky. Travis saw some of the guards and the civilian personell dive for cover as confusion took over the camp, a general air of wariness gripping the grounds. Taking a moment, Travis looked around the camp; other then the unrest from the gunshot, there was no sound of great distress or of somebody groaning in agony, meaning more likely then not that nobody had been shot. So if they weren't shooting at anyone in the camp... who or what were they- Could it have been...? ["Travis, I just lost the feed from Probe #2."] Constantine''s voice echoed into his head from the helmet. ["It's not responsive at all; in fact, I think it has been destroyed... Blasted shooter. I'm wondering how on earth they saw the probe though; it was rather high in the air... they could be in possession of special equipment, but I am rather doubtful; I sensed the bullet hit the probe just before the feed ended and I'm really doubtful it was a clean shot..."] "What do you mean by a clean shot?" Travis asked. He had by this point seen the sillouette of something small and round falling in the distance. Crap... Well, there goes twenty-thousand credits... ["It wasn't dead center, but needless to say the round was powerful enough that it easily destroyed the probe. So you if want to know what I believe it was? Luck and a shooter with impeccable aim."] "Yeah... considering the size and the cloak on the thing? Absolutely." Travis replied, tapping a finger against the side of his suit. (Lucky sons-a...) Travis' thoughts trailed. Jenosa, however, was clearly not taking this very well at all. Travis looked upon her, not even needing to see the tension in her arms and hands to know she was uneasy; those peculiar gauntlets were telltale enough, and it was no doubt to Travis that they were weapons. “Jenosa,” He began, choosing his words carefully. “I know you aren’t comfortable with the situation at the moment, especially considering that you are by far more vulnerable to a sharpshooter, but you need to calm down. I don’t know what you’re planning to do… but if you do it, they might move and we’ll have to find them again up in those cliffs and as it stands, they would see us coming right now from quite a distance. They probably want us busy and uneasy too; the more tensed up we are, the easier it will be for them to make us do what they want. So calm down; nobody’s hurt, all we have lost is a probe, and getting worked up is only going to play into their hands. Although I can’t blame you for feeling uneasy… “But look at it this way; we now know that somebody is out there, and they have a long reach. They acted first; they already knew where we were, but in turn we now generally know where they are, though not precisely. Or, at least one of them... Now, concerning your query? Absolutely.” He finished. |
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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Jul 13 2009, 05:41 AM Post #46 |
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BONEITIS!
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Inwardly, Set was shaking with terror. The way these people went about combat involved a lot of free thinking, which scared Set more than the sharpest knife. The only thing which scared him more was fire. Thinking for himself had lost him his lips and front teeth. It'd got him hideously burnt, and in debt to vile criminals. It'd made him almost stab a woman and take away another's medication, today alone. Let others do the thinking. Let others take the responsibility. He didn't care if he had to listen to the Rassi, Tholburn, or Miss Arma, aslong as he had someone to listen to. Aslong as he had orders to follow, he'd be fine. Anything to get rid of this inner fear of messing up again. If he ended up doing anything bad, to himself or others, it wouldn't be his fault. "Miss Arma, I would like to apologize for the way I acted earlier. I am willing to follow any orders you issue." He spoke in a flat voice, like a parrot trained to talk, and he stood completely still, with his arms at his sides. Edited by SaintlyTurkey, Jul 13 2009, 07:30 AM.
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Jul 13 2009, 06:09 PM Post #47 |
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The Other Guy
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Despite his best efforts to ignore the events around him as an intruder (apparently a relative of one of those hired to fight by the doctor) was discovered in their midst and the constant buzz of small talk between the hunters filled the air, Ra couldn’t help but take notice of the gunshot as it echoed across the dig site and the sudden flurry of action as an apparently trigger happy Jenosa and Travis attempted to figure out what was taking place and decide upon a course of action. “Great, now they have snipers” Ra muttered quietly, glancing back towards the canyon walls before turning back to face Dr. Tholburn he bowed stiffly and simply stated “please excuse me, but I’d like to make sure we have some solid defenses before we are either ambushed or shot from long range.” Walking over to one of the less crowded sections of the camp while still trying to remain within earshot of what was taking place, Ra took one more look at the assembled group of hunters before dropping knee and closing his eyes, forming a position which would have passed as a prayer for one of the more obscure or less known religions, if only just. Very few of the hunters looked as if they would either possess or own any equipment or hardware which could pick up his energy signature or signal, bar possibly Travis but he seemed to be preoccupied for the time being. Beneath the synthetic skin and muscle of his body several of the plates which blocked his internal systems to scanners and sensors slid back allowing for the signal receiver to charge and activate, but before Ra even began to send the locator signal an impatient voice immediately entered his skull asking <<“well, what now?”>> <<“how did you-“>> <<“I’ve been keeping one of the less used AIs to track you on your way down and to send the signal until you picked up. And before you say it, I am well aware that it could be picked up by others but all it would lead back to is an apparently drifting probe partially damaged by a few stray missiles. Now, what is it?”>> <<“I need your help, and the Lightbringer”>> <<“How tediously predictable.”>> <<“Not for combat or rescue this time, can you tell me what the range of the planetary scanner arrays are now?”>> There was a momentary pause before Shin replied, clearly now interested and not so sure of what the request would be he asked <<“only slightly less than the star map and celestial systems, and it can pick up a few deeper underground bunkers and installations now. what do you need it for?”>> <<“For you to search the area surrounding the site where I have landed and to keep an eye out for possible threats, and anything which might hint as to be a raider group”>> <<“There’s little point in that, I can only narrow the location of a large group of roughly fifty down to the square mile of where they might be and I have no chance of either picking up or following anything smaller. Don’t any or your allies have anything better to use?”>> <<“One did”>> Ra replied as he kept listening in on the various points of the conversation between Jenosa and Travis <<“it appears it was shot down and right now we have no better options to take. Charge up the gate drive and jump in when you detect any movement from the cruisers and ships landed, I’ll keep them busy.”>> <<“If you say so,”>> Shin eventually replied, bursts of binary coding and static briefly interfering with his reply, no doubt giving orders to the slave AIs in preparation for the creation of a gate <<“but make sure they’re distracted or I may end up having to leave you here for the next few months.”>> A brief chime alerted that Shin had broken the link and Ra ‘closed’ the receiver, retracting the stealth plating back into position. Unfortunately that last comment hadn’t been a joke, standard procedure after being detected in enemy territory was to near endlessly jump from location to location and returning for anyone at a much later date when the ship had shaken off any pursuers. IF the ship was still capable of making a rescue attempt. Rising to his feet, Ra headed back towards the group and for Jenosa and Travis, now joined by the lipless man from before. “sorry to interrupt,” Ra said unapologetically “but you might want to think of constructing better defenses around the site before we start to even consider going after that sniper. If he’s capable of shooting down a cloaked object then we have no chance of attempting to take him on either in a ground or airborne counter attack, without range or a definite location any counter attack would be pointless.” He turned and pointed in the general direction of the ships “however, if we get a few of the ships with thicker hulls to land directly between us and the canyon walls it should provide better protection than the tents from a snipers bullet. And unless you have any other ideas as to solving this problem that seems to be our only option.” |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jul 14 2009, 03:24 PM Post #48 |
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Native Son
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Before any of the hunters could get to shoring up the defenses, the camp was plunged into chaos. Without warning, one of the trucks exploded in a huge fireball. Then, one of the mercs was felled by sniper fire. And then another. And then another. Dozens of miniature rockets flew into the camp, launched by an unseen enemy. Some exploded upon impact. Others blanketed the camp in thick gray smoke, reducing visibility to nearly zero. Scanners and thermal were effectively useless, as one would not be able to distinguish between friend and foe. Another bomb went off, this time taking a heavy crane up with it. Flames licked up around the tents, and the sounds of shouting and weapons fire were all around them. For ninety seconds, it was total mayhem. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was all over. Just the sound of a few mercs discharging their weapons and someone else shouting "cease fire!" The smoke still hung in the air, but was beginning to dissipate. But the damage had been done. Four dead, several more wounded, heavy equipment destroyed and half the camp on fire. Not to mention the missing artifacts. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jul 14 2009, 06:49 PM Post #49 |
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Starfeather
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Doctor Tholburne tried to keep up with the conversation(s) occuring around her, but when gun fire and explosions started to occur, she was pretty much reduced to a screaming girl running for some semblance of cover. Many of the workers seemed to follow suit, hiding behind whatever they could find that would stop at least some of the incoming fire. Z'Gato, however, wasn't idle. He had been mostly standing around, looking across the horizon as the rest of them conversed/argued/etc, when the attack hit. He immediately fell into a familiar sensation, a battle rhythm, his heartbeat setting a pace in his head as if from a song. Memories erupted into his mind from battles long since past, but as usual, he concentrated to supress them as he moved into action, folding into a small, 4' sized ball and rolled towards the edge of the encampment, as rockets and sniper fire assaulted the camp. The smoke from the equipment fires were already blocking his view as he made his way outside the perimeter of the camp, but once he was outside ground zero, he would at least be able to identify who was attacking them. Whoever they were, they were well-trained and well-experienced. Already, Z'Gato began using his suit's sensors to detect life signals around the base, controlling his own adventurous spirit to meet the enemy head on. Even using one of the dunes to block potential line of sight, he stuck out like a sore thumb against the white sand. He then thought he caught a glimmer, maybe of light reflecting off of sand, except slightly brighter. Like METAL. By this time, however, the attack had already ceased, and people were starting to gain somekind of recollection as to what might have happened. He started to gain a wireless signal to Ms. Arma. "That was a lot of heavy ordnance for a simple raid. It seems Ms. Tholburne's job attracted more than just mercenaries. Maybe pirates..." Z'Gato said aloud, as if confirming his own thoughts. Pursuing them now would possibly be futile at this point...but... "I'm feeding a possible location now as a wave point. I'm going to check it out now..." Z'Gato said, before letting his legs pump forward, his natural strength and the augmented aid from the suit propelling him at a full sprint towards the location he saw the glimmer. It was good to finally let out some aggression. |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| ~Qualanx~ | Jul 14 2009, 08:11 PM Post #50 |
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The Ignored
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After several minutes of lurking about the edge of the camp, gathering some rather uninteresting data about the dig, and generally not interacting with anything at all, when suddenly there was a boom, and several gunshots- Emanating from a sniper rifle, most likely. Apparently, there was combat. A large explosion, tearing up a good amount of sand, and completely obliterating Hukkal's view, and the nearby crane was toppling over. The Esvogg darted out of the way, and narrowly avoided being turned into a sandy black splat. He began ignoring visible input from his 'eyes', and focused on thermal. Faintly, the thermal shapes of the desert, people, and sky came into focus, lumps of indescribable color. Well, he'd have been able to see better, had large globules of especially thick smoke been drifting across his field of vision. He wasn't entirely sure the shapes he had seen were in fact people, or simply artifacts, thermal waves travelling in strange ways. The smoke was now quite heavy, and was actively blocking even his thermal vision abilities, the majority of his sight now a brighter shade of that indescribable thermal-wavelength color, and little else. Making his way over to what he thought was a cluster of individuals that he figured were outside the camp. The long, shoulder-mounted cannon pulled itself into place, and he drew two weapons, seeming to bridge the gap between pistol and SMG, both quite streamlined and Giger-esque in appearance. He fired five or six shots from these guns, the sound similar to shattering glass, and two shots from the shoulder-mounted cannon, producing red arcs that accurately emulated the sound of cloth ripping. Several impact noises, energy striking sand, followed by two booming electrical noises, could likely be heard as his shots met empty ground. As far as Hukkal could tell, no hits. Another gout of smoke had drifted in his general direction, and he was effectively blind; he ran for cover, even as the sounds of combat ceased outright. He then proceeded in the direction of a scream, somewhere that was behind him when the combat started, that he did not quite recognize as Tholburn. Someone shouted "Cease fire" from some indeterminate location, and finally, the smoke started to clear. He swiveled his head about swiftly, looking for any sign of Tholburn where he thought the scream came from. "Is everyone still alive?!" |
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