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| Archeological Contracts (Open); Open Thread for Improptu RPing | |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Sep 1 2009, 01:15 AM Post #71 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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"No such luck, asshole," Matthew replied to Nick's comment about Jenosa tying him up. "Say hello..." he pulled another pistol out from behind his back, "...to non-lethal personell suppression. Kathi's little friend." With that, he aimed and fired one tranquilizer dart, normally used in the event of a covert engagement where not killing the enemy was important (or, in Matthew's case, whenever his sister went insane), straight at Nick's neck. The chemical within was enought to put down the average human male in two seconds. It usually took considerably longer for Kathi to succumb, due to the mutation of her frontal lobe that caused part of her psychosis. Speaking of which... Matthew thought, then tapped his finger twice on the right shoulder of his armor to activate the comm system. "Kathi?" When he didn't get a response, he relayed the instructions to work the comm, praying that his hadn't been damaged when he got hit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "...the fuck...Matt?" Kathi panted on the other end of the line. "You never...told me...these things...had a comm..." "How are you and the Chozo holding up over there?" Matthew asked. The brunette leaned over a rock and spit, a thread of the thick mucus still hanging from her mouth. "Chozo's okay...I think...he got shot, but...I think his armor held." "And you? Did you get anyone?" "There was a woman...thirty-ought-six sniper...black hair...light tan...we got into a little...a little standoff...and I guess I...pissed her off...because she ran...I couldn't keep up...especialy not with this...armor...It may be light, but..." Kathi paused and stood. "I'm walking back...to the Chozo...don't want to get caught...standing here...if she decides to...get revenge...for those comments I made..." Kathi could hear Matthew sigh on the other end. "Right, I'll get over there as quickly as possible. Talk to you when I get there. Matthew out." With that the comm link was cut. Kathi ignored the burning in her legs and began to jog back. She soon gave up. She could endure a lot of pain, and could keep moving even when someone else would be dead, but that didn't make her a fast runner, or even a distance runner. She wasn't in proper shape for that. In fact, she doubted anyone was in proper shape to keep up with that woman. Turning back was painful, but all it took was one second of listening to her logical mind to realize that continuing to follow would be a very bad idea. She was tired, didn't know the lay of the land, and was very vulnerable to the heavy rounds the enemy sniper used. Kathi was NOT going to let this go, however. This duel wasn't over yet. Guns, books, knives, criminal records...Kathi had no idea who she was up against, but she was determined to find some way to win. This was personal. |
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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+ | Sep 2 2009, 12:42 PM Post #72 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: Hope there isn't anything wrong with this post, guys Jenosa might have taken a good beating, but being stubborn and fueled by adrenaline kept her senses wide awake, ready to react fast to whatever. She was waiting for Nick to do something else, only for him to get interrupted by her 'comrades.' The suppression fire was welcomed, and she was on him before he could make another move. She made a broad grin and spoke, "Gotcha" as she knew the guy had been checkmated. And there was no doubt he had the hots for her; whether this would be a good or bad thing for him could prove interesting for her. That, and she would have bashed him in the face if Mathew hadn't tranquilized him. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "I was going to personally to making him unconscious with my own fist first, thank you very much. No need to waste tranqs; especially if you're probably going to need them more for your sister." She sighed, calming down and easily letting go of the annoyance. Sleepy head wasn't going to go anywhere right now, whether he was faking sleep or not. As the rest of the group came and tied them up themselves, she heard Mathew talk to Kathi, and when he was finished, she asked him in a more concerned tone, "Speaking of which, how's that sisters of yours doing? From here, she just sounds fine, which I'm glad because that sniper seemed like a real hotshot." After the question was answered, they made headway back to the camp, though she told Ra to scout the place with his ship in case there other problems. Along the way, they found the Lipless Wonder, obviously pain from having his hand blasted by shotgun shrapnel. even though her mind was quickly starting to become weary - a side-effect of the powerful adrenaline burst she had, Derad told her - she could judge that the idiot had been standing like a free target for their thief to hit. She shook her head in dismay at how most hunters should easily know not to do such a thing. They eventually met up with Kathi, Jenosa having mostly ignored the blood that had dried up all over her face. She looked worse for ware, especially with fatigue hanging in her voice, but she still managed to chuckled in a joking manner, "Heard the sniper decided to play a game of tag with you - and beat you at it." Edited by CEMP, Sep 8 2009, 10:37 AM.
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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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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Sep 3 2009, 04:52 PM Post #73 |
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Starfeather
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Z'Gato leapt up to the rock formation where the sniper had been hidden, levelling his blaster where he had believed the assailant was located...and found nothing. He already started to utter curses underneath his breath as he looked about for the sniper, but his sensors could only do so much with all the effing SAND everywhere. He had witnessed the sniper duel between the terrorist and one of his 'allies', but hadn't commented on the fight. He had been far more focused on spriting the distance, and while he made a mental note in his mind to adjust his training regiment to be able to sprint faster, he was about to comment on the ineptitude of his sniper 'support.' Regardless, before he did so, it looked like the fighting was over, and he leisurely made his way towards the small group coalescing towards a single captured fugitive. "Perhaps this...group...can be coherent after all..." Z'Gato commented, though through his helmet, only Jenosa would have really been able to pick up on his criticisms. "At least you were able to capture one of them..." The Chozo's height seemed to tower over most of the other hunters as he approached, looking down at the terrorist that had attacked the base. "He doesn't look like a local tribesman..." |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Sep 4 2009, 05:19 AM Post #74 |
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The Other Guy
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"Very well," Ra replied biting back an instinctive 'yes sir' "it shall take a few moments for the shuttle to reach ground level. Let me know if you need help with the other raider." Behind them the ship had slowly been lowering itself down to a landing position, occasionally being forced to right itself when one engine or another briefly failed and another was forced to compensate for it. Most of the group were now heading off to deal with the sniper apparently pinning down another of their number, hopefully the last of the raiding party, and either kill or capture him. This left Ra alone with the raider, normally this would have been the perfect opportunity to begin interrogating the man had another of their group not drugged him only moments before. Kneeling to pick up the shotgun, he examined the weapon looking for any sign of the man’s origin or hints as to what he was capable of. Behind him a number of heavy footfalls heralded the approach of another individual. "He doesn't look like a local tribesman..." “Indeed. Look at his clothing,” he replied without turning “they are the wrong kind to be living in this environment. The shotgun also looks military issue, I have run across this varient once or twice before.” he rose up turning towards the figure still looking at the weapon. “He probably has a ship somewhere near by…” Ra stopped as he looked up, then craned his neck further up trying to meet eye level, to see the power armoured figure behind him. He was certain that he’d seen similar designs for the armour somewhere before “…if a number of ships with the right sensor equipment were to search the area we may be able to find it otherwise our best chance is to interrogate this one’s partner. Assuming the sniper is not drugged or dead when they bring him back.” He paused then asked “what species are you?” Edited by Shin-Ra, Sep 4 2009, 05:20 AM.
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| +CEMP+ | Sep 8 2009, 11:08 AM Post #75 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: I made an adjustment to my last post because Jefe didn't quite sit well with it, and to be honest, neither did I. Hence, this post is a re-iteration of the last post's last part.) While everyone was busying themselves with one another, there was no notice of a minute ripple within the sky, if it could be seen at all - the telltale sign of cloaking. Appearing satisfied with what it saw, it moved out, away from the archeological dig. Settling down without deactivating it's cloak, a man who looked very much a stiff, rough but calculating fighter exited out of a door that had appeared out of thin air. The door closing, the man was wearing a black leather jacket, gloves and even a pair of shades that matched the color. Only his pants were a navy blue jeans, but all of it gave him a look similar to a biker. His movement, however, showed that he was anything but a dingy, rough tailing biker dude. As he made his way to his friend, carrying a small backpack containing his 'spares,' he could feel himself sweltering due to his wardrobe. This didn't bother him at all; in fact, he did this on purpose to make himself more tolerant to the heat. Not he was a fool; he never went overboard. His good friend, a short scientist with dirty brown hair, civilian clothing, and the same set of shades as his, was seen occupying a rocky hill. He was peering through a long range binoculars at the fight scene, and even though he still couldn't get much detail at this distance, the action was enough to make him chuckle with joy. "So, how's goes the observation, Jinhaus," the scientist asked with a heavy, German accent I assume no ships decided to take off and escape." "None, Aujair" Jinhaus said in a neutral tone, "twas a little disappointing that they didn't. On the other hand, there looks to be an interesting set of characters on the site." "And they're all on an interesting playing field. I have a feeling this will be fun for us, Jinhaus." Jinhaus cracked a smile, "Very much indeed. I assume you monkey went to sneak in during the chaos?" "'Ja. I made it very clear what he should do to hide from the many eyes there. If all goes well, we might get a confirmation that there might be something...intriguing there to see." Jinhas nodded, and asked, "By the way, I noticed one of the raiders getting away. Perhaps, later on, we should pay her a visit." Aujair hummed in agreement, "Hmmm, maybe we should..." |
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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Sep 8 2009, 01:57 PM Post #76 |
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BONEITIS!
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"You're lucky you got here in time. A little longer and you could've bled to death." "Uh." The medic snipped off the end of the bandages, letting the end fall to the dusty and bloody floor. The stitches had hurt, even after the anesthetic. Didn't hurt as much as getting burned alive though. Set held the bandaged stump out infront of him for observation. The fact he'd never get his original hand back still hadn't quite sunken in. "If its any consolation, I heard they got the guy who shot you." "Uh." His trousers will still a litte damp, and the sleaves of his jacket were coated in blood. His jacket would have to stay like that, as he wasn't going to risk going up in flames again, no matter how illegal flammable cleaning agents were. He wasn't even going to risk buying another jacket, unless he knew how they'd been cleaned. "Where's the guy they got then?" Set asked, jumping off the box he'd been sitting on. "Some of the other guys are with him. The hunters, y'know?" "Uh." Set grunted, as he strolled out the tent. |
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| ~Jedi~ | Sep 9 2009, 12:09 AM Post #77 |
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One with the Force and Blade
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In the outter orbit of the system, space rippled for a moment before flashing brightly. The renegade military light cruiser and gunship, Claymore, jumped in system, space blurring back to normal around it. "All systems green, Captain," deck hand Jasmine Voree said, typing a few commands into her station. "Engines are warm, bringing them up to top power," seconded engineering officer Leonard Smith. Captain Tidus Maximillion Kaviori, former Galactic Federation Naval captain, nodded, standing from his captains chair in the center of the bridge. In militeristic fasion, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, feet slightly spread apart. His jacket was pulled taut across his shoulders and back. "Very good, Officer Smith. Bring engines to 65% instead of full, don't want to attract attention." "Sixty-Five percent, aye," said the man, inputing the data into his control console. "Start scanning the planet," Tidus ordered, an image of their goal flashing up on the main viewscreen. "And go quiet, I want to hear what's going on down below before we do anything." "Aye," a chorus of voices, human or otherwise, responded. There were rumors floating through the black markets of a veritable treasure trove of artifacts to be found on the planet, and Kaviori couldn't resist the temptation. He was no fool, though. Several years in the Navy had taught him more than enough. "Maintain a loose, far orbit on the planet. I do not want them knowing we're here. Do whatever you have to to avoid detection, in case anyone's looking." Tidus sat back down in his chair, sipping at a glass of wine. He looked over the information for the planet once again. Barren, more or less lifeless with a few pockets holding out. Known for raider activity. Perfect, he thought to himself, those fools will cover our tracks. After a few minutes, Captain Kaviori thumbed the com switch down to the ship bay. "Tidus to ship bay, ready three Reavers and wait for my signal. Oh, and load one with a Type-T." |
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| ~The Boss~ | Sep 10 2009, 04:53 PM Post #78 |
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Native Son
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Nick was a pretty big dude, so it took a full seven seconds for the tranquilizer to bring him down. And even then, he wasn't quite unconscious; his eyes were half open and he was groaning and muttering inaudibly. Down, but not out. Still, he wasn't getting up anytime soon. ......................... Looking back on the distance she had just covered, Grace figured she was about a half mile from her original perch up on that hill. She was more than a little disappointed that the other woman had given up so soon. Not that she'd have actually been able to chase her down, she noted to herself. But now she was looking forward to the confrontation. She stopped to lean up against some rocks and take a drink from her canteen. She still had pretty good stamina, all things considered. Of more concern was that twinge in her right leg. Grace had never been quite the same since blowing out her knee on the mission to take the ship that would become Sanctuary. And she likely never would be. She was still fast, as she had just demonstrated so spectacularly, but she felt like she might have lost some of that top gear. It made her hesitate more as well, for fear she might re-injure her surgically repaired ligaments. One more cold drink of water and she was ready to go. She started to make her way back towards the camp, walking this time. The ravine wasn't far off from here. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Sep 13 2009, 08:24 PM Post #79 |
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Starfeather
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"What species are you?" Z'Gato's helmet seemed to robotically look down at the person addressing the giant bird-man, slightly tilting to the side. Z'Gato let loose a single chuckle before his face turned serious, despite the fact that the person he was talking to couldn't see it. "...You've not heard of my race, then..." Z'Gato said, a statement more than a question. "I am of the Chozo, one of the last, strongest survivors. As noble as they were, they were not strong enough to prevent the execution of their race..." He said, a whirlwind of memories passing through his mind, their struggle for survival, their impeding doom... ...His betrayal. He shook that away, focusing on the here and now. T'was not the time to dwell on the past. He was stronger now. MUCH stronger. Z'gato looked away from the person he was talking to and down at the terrorist. Z'Gato did a quick scan on the individual, and made a thoughtful sound in his throat. The human was resisting the effects of the tranquilizer, though it was obvious that he wouldn't get back into the fight any time soon. The fact that he wasn't snoring loudly was something of a credit to this one's stamina and vigilence. "Interesting...He's definately not one of the locals. Probably military trained," Z'Gato commented as he turned away and started walking back towards the camp, in all of its chaos. |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Sep 17 2009, 01:18 AM Post #80 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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"Just so you know, Jenosa," Matthew spoke calmly after he finished talking to Kathi, "there's twelve darts in this clip. I just used one for it's intended purpose. If I run out of these, I'll take my ship and fly her home to a hospital. I'm the only one she won't attack." He stopped a second to poke the moaning raider with his foot. "Tranq will keep this guy down for a while. Not all the way out, judging by how long it took him to go down, and his size and build, but down." Matthew squinted as he bent down for a second to look at the raider. "Odd...he looks like he's ex-military. Probably former special forces. The kind of guy you'd want in a foxhole with you, but would never introduce to your sister." "And speaking of my sister, Kathi's doing fine. Apparently, the sniper decided to play a game of chase. And Kathi's not built for fast running. She sounded exhausted over the comm, and more than a little pissed, but still perfectly fine. And," Matthew added, "perfectly sane. Each dose of her medicine lasts twelve hours, so you don't have to worry about that for a long time." Matthew caught sight of Set as he walked back to camp with the others, and he shook his head. Kathi had been right. This guy was a dumbass. He didn't have any place on a battlefield. Looked more intimidating than he actually was. Probably stuck to the ground in fear when the rocket attack occurred. They met a visibly exhausted Kathi back at camp, who promptly removed the light armor to cool down. Underneath the plates and the combat shirt that went with them, she wore a black tank top and a pair of cargo pants. As soon as she had all of the armor off except the boot pieces, she lay down on her back in the sand to relax. That kind of stress was not good for her. She had never snapped an lost her sanity in an instant before, but she had felt close to it more than once, and didn't want to take that chance. Jenosa chuckled lightly at Kathi. "Heard the sniper decided to play a game of tag with you - and beat you at it." Kathi laughed back, a light, feminine laugh. "Nah, she was just a sore loser because I came up with the harsher insults." The brunette sat back up. "Besides, the game isn't over yet. I'm an investigator, I know how to find people who don't want to be found. And I'm not going to give up until that bitch gets what she deserves." She paused and looked at Jenosa's face more intently. "You look like you took a hit yourself," she said, gesturing at the bounty hunter's broken nose. "And it doesn't even look like you noticed it. I was just wondering, but how good are you at standing up to pain?" The girl smirked as she lay back down. "Because I'm better than anyone," she whispered to herself. It wasn't exactly a trait she liked having. Then the guy with the gunship made a comment about the shotgun the raider had been using. "It's an M90 Close Assaul-" both siblings spoke up at the exact same time. They broke off and looked at each other. Kathi burst out laughing. "It's an M90 8-gauge shotgun," Matthew explained while his sister was still laughing about how their different professions made them minor experts on firearms. "And yes, it is military issue. Normally issued to NavSpecWar soldiers, but I'm sure you could find plenty of them on the black market. I didn't ever really check...not my type of weapon. Makes too much fucking noise." Meanwhile Kathi had calmed down from her fit of laughing, and was suddenly serious. She was still a little paranoid about showing too much emotion, as if it would make her go insane. "So, what do we do while we wait for this bastard to wake up?" |
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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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