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| +CEMP+ | Sep 17 2009, 01:06 PM Post #81 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa raised an eye brow of curiosity at the mention that Kathi wouldn't attack her brother. "Huh, that's some brother-sister relationship she got there," she commented about it. She made a wry smile when Mathew mentioned what happened to her, and was glad to know she was alright; she liked her attitude, as she found herself being more and more of...herself when she was a rookie. And it just kept going when they actually met her, finding herself chuckling from the woman's exhaustion. She found herself laughing right after Kathi mentioned the sniper being a "sore loser." Cocky attitude indeed, she thought in good humor, I might enjoy this job quite a bit. She listened intently to everything else she had to say, and was taken by surprise she hadn't quite noticed; and had only figured it out when she touched her nose painfully to where Kathi was pointing to. She scoffed at the mention of pain endurance, "Hehe, pretty good i think, although I've never tested myself to the limit; I'm not a masacist. Plus my body was hocked up on adrenaline, and my doctor says I probably just lost a few years off of my life span," she joked, although Derad had mentioned that fact; not that it bothered her. She turned to the rest around the captured thief and heard some of what they said. "Well geez guys, you don't need to state the obvious; unless none have checked up who the inhabitants actually look like before coming here," she said in a jovial manner, and then spoke in a more serious tone of voice, "and to be honest, meeting rogue military men isn't an uncommon or strange thing to me. Kind of expected there to be such a person, actually." She took some enjoyment out of the brother-sister relationship Mathew and Kathi, giving a short chuckle at how they both tried to respond. A fun and entertaining day indeed, she thought. Nodding in agreement with Mathew's distaste of shotgun, "Noisy and annoying recoil, and just isn't flexible to my liking. That's why I prefer dual wielding handguns. She gave a sigh when Kathi reminded them all about their jobs, not because of the job itself but because of a certain...inconvenience. "Well," she spoke with grinding teeth, "we would be probably interrogating this guy for information about how many buddies he has out there if someone hadn't tranqued him." She glared at Mathew before turning around and saying, "Let's do what needs to be done; fix up the camp, and let the weary rest while those with energy watch out for vultures. I'm going in to get my nose mended," she finished with a grimace, the adrenaline waring off. However, before she left, she put her hand on Kathi,s shoulder and bent down to quickly say, "Hey, I like that attitude of yours, but try not let a personal grudge get to your head. stay focused on the job. Although," she added, "it would be nice to figure out where that bitch went to." |
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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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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Sep 17 2009, 04:10 PM Post #82 |
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The Other Guy
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“And they can’t see us right?” The inquiry was more rhetoric than questioning, but to Shin any reply would have been reassuring right now. “Insufficient Data” one of the AIs warbled, sending a brief burst of data through the ship’s core to give an exact readout of how little they could actually tell about the ship. Well, almost any reply then. Shin once again turned his attention to the various readouts and information streaming from the optical sensors focused in on the ship, it along with the power core had been just about the only thing aboard which hadn’t been either shut down or lowered to a standby setting when the cruiser had suddenly leapt out of hyperspace on the edge of the system and had begun moving into orbit around Gamma-Seven-Niner. It had been nothing short of pure luck when the ship’s jump had been caught on the very edge of the optical sensor as it had been compiling data of the star system for future reference, had it been anywhere else it would have been able to move in largely undetected due to the short range of the Lightbringer’s own sensor grid. Powered down and ‘silent running,’ all the gun platform could do for the moment was watch and wait. And hope that the ship didn’t spot them on it’s way into the system. Focusing in on the ship once more Shin could see clearly that it was a light cruiser, more than twice the length of the Lightbringer and carrying far more anti-ship armament than most of the military craft Shin had seen so far on the planets they had visited thus far in Federation held space. “Scans emitted from unknown cruiser” the same AI as before stated, “At us?” “at Gamma-Seven-Nine.” Shin relaxed slightly, it seemed as if they had been missed for the time being and the ship was more intent upon focusing it’s attentions towards the planet below. From the scanner he could see the slight shifts and movement from what appeared to be a hanger on the craft, it could have been simple maintenance but… “Bring interceptor and flack batteries to standby” Shin ordered deciding to risk detection rather than be caught with their defenses offline, “keep power to minimum but be ready to active the targeting systems on my command.” ----- "...You've not heard of my race, then..." “I can not say that that I have” Ra replied then added after the alien finished his description “I… am sorry, I did not mean to pry.” The reply was as sincere as he could manage, but he made a mental note to ask a few members of the dig team about the race later on. If they were so powerful, then they could potentially have the advanced technology Ra was still seeking. Once he had obtained a few of the artifacts from the dig site anyway. He remained largely silent as the others returned, spending most of the time examining the weapon he held and searching through a few of the pockets of the unconscious man checking for any further weapons, or at least anything which could be of major harm to him or the others and dumped them in the sand next to him. Straightening up he looked back at the others, “If we still have one raider on the loose then I suggest we focus our efforts into finding her more than holding this one. After all, he is not going to be revealing the location of what he stole from the site any time soon.” A short distance behind Ra the shuttle had been slowly hovering downwards closer towards the ground and was now only a couple of meters above the sand. “I shall take this one aboard my ship and return him to the dig site for interrogation, I doubt that they have enough explosives to try and mount a second attack like that. At least I hope they will not.” |
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| ~The Boss~ | Sep 17 2009, 11:36 PM Post #83 |
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Native Son
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The sun was beginning to go down by the time Grace was once again within sight of the camp. It would be dark in a couple of hours, which would probably be the best time for her to strike. However, a couple of hours was too long to let Nick stew in there. She thought about Casey... someday, someone would inevitably have to deliver to the poor girl some very bad news. And Grace was determined that it would not be her. Watching through the sniper scope, she caught sight of two of the mercenaries carrying a large man towards one of the bounty hunter's ships. That had to be Nick. She couldn't see his face, but it had to be him. So he wasn't dead; or at least, she hoped he wasn't. A plan of attack was needed. Something new, she couldn't play the same hand she played last time. Besides, Nick had all her smoke bombs and ghetto rockets in the duffel bag, so even if she wanted to give them an encore, she didn't have the tools. What then? Pick them off one by one? She supposed she could try. Probably could take out Or could she? .................. Twenty minutes later, Grace casually strolled right up to the camp like she was taking a walk in the park. The two mercs who were standing guard at the perimeter drew their weapons, albiet hesitantly. They didn't know what to make of the girl in the dusty leather jacket and ripped jeans who despite the rifle slung across her back seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that they were heavily armed. "Oh come on now," she said, flashing them a huge grin. "You ain't really gonna shoot someone who ain't shooting at you, are you?" The mercs looked at each other for a second. Neither of them could come up with an argument to that. Once she had them completely dumbfounded, Grace walked right past them and into the camp. She noticed a couple of the hunters commiserating outside one of the tents, so she walked right up to them and tapped Matthew on the shoulder. "'Scuse me," Grace said. "I believe y'all got somethin' that belongs to me, and I'd like it back now, if you don't mind." |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Sep 25 2009, 04:23 PM Post #84 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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(OOC: I don't really have any excuses, I've just been a lazy bastard this past week) Kathi raised herself onto her elbows at the new voice that entered the conversation and turned her head towards the source of the sound. Matthew had just turned around himself, to come face to face with... "You!" Kathi shouted, scrambling to her feet and making a mad dash straight towards Matthew and the raider. "You bit-" she started as she got close with one fist drawn back, but suddenly found her momentum gone as Matthew rammed his shoulder and arm into her chest, knocking Kathi off her feet. "What the hell was that for?" she screamed as she got back to her feet, drawing stares from a few of the personnel around the camp. "She was the one I was chasing, so why the fuck would you-" "Shut your mouth," Matthew said flatly. "No need to get violent yet." he walked up next to Kathi and whispered in her ear, "I know you don't like this situation, but just chill. You'll get your chance later. I'll deal with this situation and make sure no one gets hurt. Especially you. Now, take the guy's shit and pretend you have something to do somewhere else. Go back to the ship and take a breather, maybe run a few scans, just do something to calm down." Kathi jerked away with an angry huff, picked up Nicks shotgun and the duffel on the ground, and walked away from the scene. Matthew nodded to himself. it was for her own good, really. She got angry far too easily, even when on her medication. He hoped she would just end up staying in the ship for the night. It would be safer for her in there. Matthew turned back to the raider. He may have been a Marine, but negotiating was something free he had picked up from the black market trades he once participated in, and was now forced to again. "You say we have something that belongs to you? I assume you mean someone," he said with a small grin. "Now, that is something we need to talk about, you see. But let's start with introductions. I'm Matthew Bito. Captain of Tango Company, GFMC. That girl who has a bone to pick with you is my sister, Kathi. Her bark is worse than her bite, really. So..." he paused and crossed his arms, letting the waning sunlight reflect off the silvery metal of the Desert Eagle at his side. "What's your name?" |
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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 26 2009, 01:30 AM Post #85 |
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Clockwork Master
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"Her name is Grey Fox," came a familiar voice. Jenosa was seen strolling out out of her ship in her gray jumper suit - she had taken her suit off for...medical reasons, as Derad had insisted. He said it might have a chance to mess up her body unless she gave herself a chance to recover from it. The jumper suit wasn't as strong as the her armor, but it was surprisingly tough. She also seemed to have fixed up her broken nose with a mender, appearing as though it had been completely untouched. She had washed the blood from her face as well, looking much cleaner - and yet strangely, the rest of her wounds had healed fast, and it was surely not by a mender. Mender were too perfect; Jenosa still had a few scabs here and there, like she had passed tens days for them to heal rather than. None of this did nothing to smudge out her calm but serious demeanor that held none of that ice cold factor that other female hunters sometimes carried. She chuckled, "So, I'm taking those sniper shots that got hailed on us was your handy work, Fox? I'm a little surprised to be meeting you again, but then again, I suppose I shouldn't be." Jenosa furrowed a suspicious brow, "So what's your deal? I know your not brainless to just go waltzing into this camp like that." She flicked what looked to be a safety switch on one of her handguns, as if to emphasize her point. Even without the suit, and a whiff of fatigue showing over her eyes, she's was still up for a fight; and she always traveled with her favorite handguns. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Sep 26 2009, 05:27 PM Post #86 |
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Native Son
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"My name is Grace, thank you very much," came her reply to Jenosa. "I dunno where you're getting this 'Grey Fox' crap from. You been reading too many comic books, hon." Jenosa Arma. Why in the hell was this chick always popping up everywhere? Not that Grace thought she was being followed all around the galaxy... she suspected Jenosa had better things to do with her time than stalk her. Still, it was unnerving. Strange things tended to happen when she was around. Grace probably should've bailed the minute Nick spotted her at the scene. She turned her attention to Matthew and Kathi. She had the brother sized up immediately... Alpha Male Marine Corps Asshole. Just like Nick. It was a shame, she though, that they happened to be on opposite sides. Otherwise, he and Nick would probably get along great. And then there was his sister, the girl with whom she'd had the standoff. Judging from her reaction, she was gonna be a lot of fun to play with. "And yes," Grace said to both of them, "I'm here to pick up my man. Big hairy dude, got a Helljumper tattoo on his bicep. Smells like booze and cigars. I'll be taking him now, thank you." She glared at Matthew, her eyes drifting down towards the bigass Desert Eagle strapped to his hip, gleaming in the setting sun. Clearly he was trying to show it off, let her know what a Bad Mother Fucker (TM) he was, though it probably wasn't having quite the effect he had in mind. In Grace's opinion, that gun told her everything she needed to know about Matthew. "Ever read Freud?" she said to him with a grin. "Fascinating stuff. You should check it out sometime." |
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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Sep 27 2009, 04:28 AM Post #87 |
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BONEITIS!
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"Freud huh? The guy who said the bigger your gun is the smaller your package is?" Set grumbled, emerging from the side of a nearby tent. He stomped forward into view, kicking up a small cloud of dust. His melted scalp clearly visible due to the lack of bandages. His stump of a hand hung at his side, his other hand clenching the dagger the alien had given him in his pocket. "Good thing I dont use a gun huh?" He said, painfully aware that the ammo belts he wore stupidly clashed with what he just said. He cleared his throat, and spat the resultant phlegm out onto the floor. "So who's this chick, Arma? And where's that bastard we got as well?" He asked Jenosa, looking around as if expecting the guy to just come strolling out a tent. |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Sep 27 2009, 10:47 AM Post #88 |
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The Other Guy
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Towards the far end of the dig site Ra moved silently between the debris caused by the attacks and still remaining tents, trying to keep out of site from anyone close by. It had been only a short time since his return but he could wait no longer, the prisoner should have sufficiently recovered from the drugs effects judging by how quickly it took effect and even if he was not in the best state of mind to make decisions he might at least be conscious enough to listen and agree with what Ra had to say. As he began to head towards the small tent where the man was being held, Ra had to quickly step to one side to avoid being seen by a pair of mercs coming the other way. Judging by the fact that one was staggering slightly and carrying a large bottle of some unknown substance it was fairly certain that neither of them had spotted him. Ra noticed at the laughably positioned military insignia on one side of the man’s combat jacked, he’d spotted several others with various ex-spec ops equipment or logos attempting to pass themselves off as being former members of one army or another in order to gain better opportunities as a gun-for-hire. It has been these ones who’d begun firing blindly around them or run screaming for cover during the attack, and while they wouldn’t have the sense to actively interrogate a prisoner without orders from their employer it was only a matter of time before one of the more experienced hunters decided to do this for themselves. Approaching the tent it seemed that there was only one guard on duty (one of those who’d dragged the drugged man their in the first place) with his back to the tent and holding a large auto-shotgun which he lifted and pointed at Ra as he approached. “Here to interrogate the prisoner,” Ra said simply as the gunbarrel was brought to bare. The merc began reaching for a short range radio next to him and Ra reached behind him tossing a small wad of cash he had taken off a fallen hunter shortly after they had returned, it wasn’t much but it was enough to convince someone to turn a blind eye for five minutes. “A friend of mine was hurt when this maniac started dropping explosives on the site” Ra lied, keeping his other hand next to his staff in case the man didn’t fall for his story “I promise you he will only wake up slightly more concussed than when he went in.” Pausing briefly the merc picked up the money and headed back towards the center of the camp “ten minutes” he simply stated as he passed Ra. Opening the tent he strode inside jabbing the apparently unconscious form of Nick with his staff stating simply “get up, if you want to leave here alive you may want to listen to what I have to say.” |
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| +CEMP+ | Sep 28 2009, 09:56 AM Post #89 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa growled inwardly towards Graces response. The last she had heard, this woman had called herself Gray Fox, although she remembered hearing the name 'Grace spoken a few times. They had only met for a short time, but from her first impression, she appeared to sly, tricky, manipulative and dangerous. She had seen Grace's type before in her career, and she especially despised manipulaters like her; whether it was by natural 'talk,' or, to her greater annoyance, with the body. Adam was kind enough to give her a description of what she was really like that was similar to it. She knew well enough this woman was enough trouble with Kathi lying around and being all gung who to take her down; Grace would no doubtely be able to easily play around with her, like a cat playing with a mouse. And she gote even more ticked off with Graces idle chatter, as if she was just walking into a bar rather than a hornet's nest. One thing was for sure, she thought she had an idea of how angry Kathi would be right now; but there was another reason, aside from attitude, that was grating her nerves. She's wasting our time, but for what, she pondered, but why? This is why she hated these type of people; they always choose to stoop you before facing you; no direct contact, no fun. And she knew Grace wasn't an idiot. Several ideas fluttered through her mind, one coming up with the idea that she was bying time for snipers, but quickly rejected it. There were surely better, and more obvious, ways to get their attention diverted and then shoot them in the head. Plus one would think that after what happened before, the hidy holes would be patroled. Another option was that Grace was hoping for other vultures to come along, but then why would she waltz in then. None of her actions made any sense, and that's what frustrated her about this women; even in her fatigued state, she wanted to have a good go at her, even though Grace was probably far more agile than she was. At this rate, she'd just psycho bable them to death obscure references that she had no idea about, all the while leaving the chance for the vultures to mo- A tiny realization struck her, and she only turned an eye to Mathew while keeping view of Grace. She spoke with a serious command in her voice, one that even surprised her. "You should know where they've taken the big guy, Mat, go fetch him and bring him here. Don't waste time chitchating with her; that'll be my job. Take Set with you to, I'm sure he's eager to see our friend after what happened to him." She threw Grace a distastful look, "So, where were we in our conversations again, if you don't mind me being rude to you?" |
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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 28 2009, 12:29 PM Post #90 |
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Starfeather
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Nearby where Jenosa and Grace were having their 'conversation', Z'Gato was grumbling underneath his breath as he stepped out of a tent. He had just recently gotten out that damnable bullet that had pierced into his armor, far more than he had originally thought. Another few inches, and it would have tasted flesh. Thankfully, the damage was minimal to his suit's systems, and his Maru Maru form would not be hampered by it. He caught the very last bit of what Jenosa said as he emerged, a faint smirk crossing his beak at what she had said, even though no one would see from behind his helmet. For some reason, he rather enjoyed Jenosa's attitude when she was thoroughly annoyed. Her 'leadership' as dubious as it was, was an interesting thing to watch, in Z'Gato's point of view. Then again, he had an odd sense of humor even among Chozo. "So the young chick is annoyed that her feathers are ruffled, mm?" Z'Gato jested, his voice and chuckle being projected by his suit's loudspeaker, so that both Jenosa and Grace could hear it. Z'Gato didn't recognize Grace, but he assumed it was an acquaintance of somekind. Hunters just seemed to flock more and more to this outpost, it seemed. He did a rudamentary scan on the woman regardless, his scanners bringing up no information on her rather than biological specifics. "An interesting specimen you have here," Z'Gato commented, a very small shred of what sounded like respect present in his voice. The woman was obviously a strong one, someone who obviously knew combat. |
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