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Murderer's Row; Legends in the making
Topic Started: Jun 15 2008, 06:51 PM (2,933 Views)
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Travis raised an eyebrow as Black broke away from the pack of ships currently tailing him, watching as the dark vessel broke off, streaking ahead... and back to dry land towards a.. jagged shoreline? Was he crazy!? Travis slowed the Arctic Storm, lessening his acceleration speed and following Black carefully. Indeed, Black had apparently lived up to the briefing; he was dangerous behind the controls of a ship, and in more ways than one. Black wasn’t just dangerous; he was borderline on insane, it seemed.

And then… Travis noticed the white figure from before, landing on the ship and appearing to cling to the surface in what almost seemed the manner of a lizard (and a considerably ballsy move when one noted the speed Black was moving at). The force being placed on Jessie Falcon would probably seem strong enough to rip her skin off were it not for her protective suit, and he slightly winced as he imagined the sting from such a fast fall. He stayed as close to the Phaeton as could be allowed, watching her roll as she released her grip, an explosion shortly following. From what he could tell, she was simply bailing, maybe planning to get back to a different vessel…

That is, until it became apparent that something was terribly amiss and that the Falcon’s wings seemed clipped.

(Uh-oh… better grab her just in case…) Travis thought to himself. Breaking off toward the sea from his pursuit of Black he maneuvered himself carefully under the falling woman, angling the Arctic Storm to allow her to land on the roof. From the cockpit, he made a gesture toward the roof, where an opening for a hatch was apparent.

“Climb in!” He said, hoping she would be able to read his gestures as an attempt to help her.

Black would have to wait for the moment... not to mention, the explosion on the Phaeton appeared to be hampering his getaway, so the chances of him getting away seemed slim.
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It felt like a truck had hit Jessie at full force, almost knocking the wind out of her lungs as her wings caught the air, straining every single muscle in her back as she tried to keep them from snapping in two. A ship began to approach her, something she was not familiar with until she saw the pilot within the cockpit.

“It’s Travis!” she gasped, watching his hand motions pointing to the top of the Arctic Storm. “Wait, what does he want…?”

She looked up and tried to parallel herself to his ship and saw what he was indicating. A hatchway had opened up on the ship’s surface, which meant a safe landing zone, if at all possible.

A magnetic-sensitive switch was hidden away just at the base of her thumb only triggered by the other magnetic half that was embedded into the forefinger of her glove. Tapping these two ends together, the plating over the upper knuckle of each finger clicked forward then the talon itself snapped backwards, revealing the less-deadly fingers of a human. If anything, it would put Travis to ease the damage that would have come with the landing if her brother did not point out this problem, especially since they had put this through trial and error on his own Falcon Flyer.

“Going in for a dive on friendly ship…” she chirped, finally slowing down slightly to try and reach out. Oddly, she regretted bringing a retractable, firing grappling line with her for ships that did not incorporate the same skyhook idea. Regardless, she was going to be safe for now as she managed to hang on to the edge and pull herself in against the air current.

A thump was heard as she landed on her back, a flurry of feathers but the lieutenant quickly got back up and looked at Travis, unsure as to say thanks or yell at him to go after their prey. For sure, her eyes had the shine of wanting to kill.

Meanwhile, Falcon thumbed the remaining explosives. The cabin would already have been depressurized slightly due to the previous blasts, but if he let loose the remaining in one go, it could mean certain death to their quarry. Instead, he blasted one and looked over the monitor that was trained on Alson and the red-head.

“Alson, your move!” he shouted into his headset as he flew past the other two alien hunters. “The Fledgling’s detonators can only do so much before it goes too far. Don’t want our money to up in smoke, if you know what I mean!”
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Ronnie was going down, and there was nothing he could do about it.

It was a damn shame, really. He'd crashed plenty of ships in his young life, but never one so friggin' sweet as this Phaeton. It was like crashing a Ferrari... it was enough to bring a grown man to tears.

The last explosion had taken out one of the engines, sending him spiraling erratically towards the shoreline. He wrestled with the controls as best he could, trying to steer away from the cliffs. If he was going to crash, which was seeming more and more inevitable by the second, he would prefer that he crash into the ocean rather than a solid rock face. At least then he would survive the crash, but either way he'd be screwed. He'd be stuck having to choose between two equally unappealing options. Either sit in the ship and wait for these bounty hunters to drag his ass away, or climb out of the ship and jump into the water to try and swim to freedom, hoping that the thrashing waves didn't drag him under - or worse, throw him up against the jagged rocks.

A mighty splash greeted him as the Phaeton successfully crash-landed in the ocean. The salty spray rushed in through the many holes in the ship, drenching Ronnie like he was in the front row of a whale show. The still-functioning instruments told him that the hunters were closing in fast. He had to make a decision. Fight or flight.

Ronnie cocked his pistol and reached for the shotgun he had brought along with him. Fight it was.
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"Shit in hell," Alson swore, "that crazy hog is flying through the cliffs. I don't believe. He'll either get away or kill himself, leaving us less pain in any case."

"Hey wait," Jenosa said, pointing to the vide screen following Black, "Is that who I think it is."

"Damn right it is. That bird girl pulled it off, hahaha."

They witnessed everything that had transpired, and in the end, both their Jaws and eyes seem to hang wide open. Jenosa was the first to snap out of it, "She has real wings?" she exclaimed, "HOLY - ! She DOES have wings, woah."

At first Jenosa was in disbelief, but she soon felt genuine intrigue, a bit of pride and interest. This was just a fantastic moment for her.

To the experienced hunter, this wasn't that big of a deal, although it still surprised him to a degree. However, Falcon's message snapped him out of it. "On it Falcon. Can't say we'll be able to get the job done though; this guy might just let himself die rather than let himself be captured - oh, well you look at that, he's going down."

Both he and the younger hunter beside him were glad the ship landed with too much of a problem in the ocean, and that the passenger seemed alive; they hoped that the crashed knocked the bugger unconscious.

"Well," Alson spoke with a smile on his face, "looks like we're going to be the ones to administer the coup de grace."

They made their way to the crashed ship, prepping themselves to board the vessel.

As Jenosa prepped herself for combat, she was about to take her two favorite guns when Alson motioned to them with a cautious glance, "You can take 'em lass but only for defense - last resort. We want that sucker head alive."

The red head nodded in understanding, although she had been thirsting for a while to duel wield to specialized handguns. They were really her kind of weapon: light, easy to use, and you could use two of them at the same time. She'd use heavy guns to do the job, or grenades as an alternate preference, but she still liked going double-gun.

As she made her way to home-made hatch that was created by their ship into Ronnie's, the woman began to recount tense moments of her life; as she always did before battles like these.

She remembered at home what she did, what she liked to do when she was a little girl, going jumping about the iron colored mountains with a light sense of freedom and exploration. And despite the many times she had almost slipped and fallen to her doom, every time she survived, she...relished the moment. She enjoyed how her heart pounded inside of her chest, like it invigorated her. It pumped her soul with her adrenaline that thrived throughout her entire veins. She liked getting herself into dangerous situations for some reason.

And before Alson could say anything, and without thinking, letting her mind guide her intuitively rather than giving any logical thought, she leapt feet first into Ronnie's ship.
BLAM!!!

Jenosa was greeted by a shotgun blast, which missed her wildly but took her by surprise nonetheless. Ronnie was not a terribly great shot. As a matter of fact, of the four members of Henry's crew who had come to this rock, he was without a doubt the worst marksman, with Jimmy being the best by far. Still, what he lacked in combat skill, he more than made up for with sheer intensity.

"HOW YA LIKE THAT SWEETHEART?!?!?!" he shouted at the top of his lungs as he cocked his shotgun. He fired another blast, and another.

Jenosa felt a blast of shrapnel missed the side of her head by inches. She was doing less analyzing and just following her own gut instinct. While she had quick wit when out of combat, during combat, the adrenaline took over her a lot. She simply let her spirit drive her - perhaps this internal instinct for her habit of getting into danger.

Her heart pumped and thumped against her chest as she did, playing a fast-paced beating, like it was it was hyped up techno music; a rhythm that she could dance too.

Unfortunately, she didn't have much room to maneuver. She hadn't thought things out - she really never liked to think things out either. She never attempted to calculate the size of the , and rarely ever thought of what weapon would be best to bring. She had brought flash bombs, but with how tight the place was, she couldn't throw it without getting herself caught in the blast.

Then Ronnie got lucky. A full blast had caught her square in the chest, and while it didn't do any fatal damaged thanks to the tough, special light weight armor she wore, the force of it knocked the wind right out of her; and she never really felt a shot gun blast up until now. She found herself flying and hit the bulk head back first. She slumped to the floor with less than a grown, unable to really say anything without air.

Attempting to recover, she looked prone and vulnerable.

A howl of triumph escaped Ronnie's lips as Jenosa went down. He ejected the spent cartridge and went over to where she lay, pressing the barrel of the shotgun up against her face.

"Ya know, it's a damn shame I'm gonna have to blow your damn head off," he said. "You're a pretty hot little firecracker there. If things'd worked out different, we coulda had ourselves a nice little romp. We'd have to go to confession twice a day every day for the next month to make up for the things we'd do.

"Oh well..." Ronnie's finger tightened around the trigger.

"Gee, thanks for the comment, but I really wouldn't go out with men like you," she spat with distaste. For once in her life, she almost felt what it was like to be at the tip of a person's gun. She had been on the edge of death, but never at the death end of death's 'little friend.' She had expected it to be the like it had been whenever she was about to fall, but it wasn't. On the cliffs, it was just you, but here, it was another person responsible for your death. Not yourself.

And you could see death right in your face, as well as the man that was about to shoot ya. For a second, she thought she was going to die, and yet she never regretted acting so fool hardy. It was strange, but she never once did.

Then she smiled.

A leg had kicked the gun right up before Ronnie had a chance to set it off at Jenosa's face. It fired harmlessly, and Alson quickly took out an electrical stun gun; a weapon that fired an electrical discharge designed to temporarily paralyze one's body. He fired it at Ronnie, going, "Lights out ya prick."

High voltage coursed through Ronnie's body, and he fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, his shotgun clattering across the floor. He moaned, not quite unconscious, but getting close.

"Ohhh... that's... not a bad buzz... gonna kick yer... fu..."

And Ronnie Black was out.

As Alson tied Ronnie up (And zapped him again for good measure), he heard Jenosa behind him get up with a groan. "Hoaf, and I thought I was dead," she said, brushing her near death experience aside as if it was nothing. Alson found himself rolling his eyes, wondering how the hell this girl could talk like that.

"Oh man," she commented, "so that's what a shotgun blast to the chest felt like? Geez, never thought shrapnel could hit that hard. Nice time to show up late."

"Hey," Alson shot back, "be glad you got armor. IF you hadn't, this would be an entirely different scenario. You don't like that stuff lying around, you 'pretty hot little firecracker," he ended with a sly smile, almost mimicking Ronnie's voice.

Jenosa scowled, "You let me get shot, didn't you?"

"Yup," he said with a smile, "I did it to teach you a lesson about jumping the gun. I warned, but did you listen, no. You're fault; although you did provide some nice decoy work."

She frowned some more, but then lit up into her own smile, "Ahhh, good times."

"Huh?" Alson said, bemused.

"Never mind. That stuff to talk about later. Now," she said, eye the unconscious Black, "shall we get this lug into the ship before this place sinks."

Alson nodded, and as they did, Jenosa said, "Yknow, I kind of did take warmingly to that 'firecracker' comment of his. Too bad he isn't my kind of guy."

They then got into the ship and notified everyone of Black's capture.
"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."
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Asakero had hung back as events unfolded, his only method of stopping Ronnie being deadly force; Protoss weaponry could cause severe collateral damage, especially to weak-shielded or shieldless targets. That, and the Corsair, while being especially slender and agile, was a fairly large vessel for its class, probably unable to chase Black through the canyons.

Instead, he had left the ship on automatic while he prepared himself for their eventual landing.

The Protoss now wore his customised armor, and also carried with him his battle staff. It was a powerful weapon, making a zealot's blades seem delicate, yet it was subtle compared to the larger blades of the Dark Templar. The fact that it doubled as a ranged energy weapon increased its potency tenfold.

Hearing that Black had been captured, he nodded to himself, returning to the cockpit and bringing up the comm. "Well done, Falcon, Jenosa, Alson. Do you require my assistance?" He hoped they'd say no, because he had a bone to pick with a certain other hunter. Switching to a private channel, he contacted the offending person. "Hunter Twilight, I'll try and make this subtle, but... WHAT in Adun's name were you thinking?! That shield of yours was charged with enough energy to vaporize Black's ship, let alone disable it! Remember that it was clearly stated that they are to be taken alive, if at all possible."

Using force and hostility was one thing, but complete recklessness and excessive weaponry was another. He would have much preferred all four of them were alive rather than burnt to a crisp. They couldn't answer questions if they were dead.
"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company

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About half-way through Asakeros message a loud metalic grinding could be heard, and mere moments later a large crash as the ship finally reached ground level, slamming into higher walkways with enough speed to go right through and barely changing its course. Then after several more similiar crashes the ship hit the ground causing a huge crash as it began to slide across the middle of the street, pulling large sections of the ground with it, before finally settling just before a buildings entrance. Though the outer frame of the ship was badly banged up, it seemed to be mostly alright and might even be flyable to an extent.

Twilight on the other hand had hung on for dear life as the ship had began its descent into the city, while he had done his best to pilot the ship away from the areas with most people all the bouncing and crashing made it hard, but he seemed to have been able to pull it off mostly... However in the final crash he was sent flying straight into the main console, then fell back into his chair and over it with enough force to snap the neck of a human like a twig, luckily for Twilight Ing did not have skeletons in the same sense as most other species, and thus he was mostly just banged up.

["...taken alive, if at all possible."] Could be heard crackling from the ships comm, with a low hiss Twilight slowly stood up as he looked around, whatever damage the ship had sustained it seemed that it was still air tight, by how the dark field was not disappearing, which was good, but the ship looked like it would be in need of a serious overhaul. 'ssss... That damn... Hunter...' Twilight thought as he stood up on his feet as he walked with unstable legs to the command console, it seemed it was atleast fully functional, though still banged up as well.

"I should be more concerned with your method of dealing with this... Problem..." He began, though his voice was monotone it was obvious he meant sarcasm with the last word. "If felling an ally the moment they make an error your idea of righteousness then I suggest you come right down here so we can finish this." Twilight said, though it was not obvious in his voice Asakero could probably feel the hostile intent if nothing but for his psychic powers. "And one last thing... How do you know the Luminoth...?"
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(OOC: Grab some snacks 'cuz heres one LOOOOOONG post by me and Jessie)

Falcon had gotten the message that Black was more or so permanently grounded thanks to Alson and Jenosa finishing him off. As for Jessie, he had lost sight of her for now, but a small signal on his monitor indicated that she was safe in Travis’ ship. How she was doing, he had to wonder, prompting him to open up a channel to the Arctic Storm.

“Jessie?” he asked, a tone of sternness and command hinting in his voice. “You ok there?”

“A few minor sprains and short one skydiving suit, but other than that, I’m fine.” To tell the truth, she was quite nervous as to what would happen face to face. “Black’s down, so who’s next on the hit list?”

Falcon was running a scan over the entire area, looking for a safe and inconspicuous place to create a temporary base. There wasn’t much of a choice, but what caught his attention was an old abandoned hangar that used to function as a site for storing stunt planes and the sort. Since the closure of the small company that owned it, the facilities were just left alone to essentially rust away. However, it would be more than enough to serve their purpose.

“Think you can go scouting for me?”

Jessie looked at Travis with a raised brow then at the speakers.

“What is it?”

A small map appeared on her helmet’s HUD, showing a small waypoint on the screen.

“There’s a hangar about half a clik northeast from your position. Just need to you see if that place is as ghostly as it seems.”

The lieutenant shuddered at the mention of ghosts, a memory haunting her just momentarily before she snapped out of it and glared at the monitors.

“What are you trying to imply, bro?” she growled just slightly, flexing her wings as she fanned them out, getting ready to take off out the hatchway again.

“Nothing, just go take a look and send back a report, ok?”

The young hunter huffed as she scrunched her nose a bit, climbing out the open access way and looking at Travis again over her shoulder.

“Looks like we’ll have to catch up on times later…” she grinned before the last of her wings disappeared into the blue yonder.

Making sure she was safe to tuck and roll with the air again, she let go and curled into a feathered ball, rolling backwards in the air before spreading her expanse to dodge an oncoming seagull and straighten herself out. The compass beeped as she slowly oriented herself in the direction of the waypoint. With talons snapped back into place, she was geared for anything that came her way.

Meanwhile, Falcon had marked the first prey off the list and tapped into Alson’s channel.

“That was a nice little performance you did on the water,” he complimented, looking over the other three targets. “Thinking about putting her into a water ballet?”

Of course, he was just poking at the red-headed rookie as much as his own little fledgling of a sister. Now that he thought of it, their father had done the same to him when he was younger, teasing and jesting at his actions, but for every insult came a result, a result that made him stronger in some way. He only wished that he was alive to see him and Jessie now, learning to fight in a world where anything could happen in the blink of an eye.

Alson took a huge laugh at Falcon’s little poke at his own rookie, “I tell ‘ya, she can sure dance when she wants. Actually, if I recall, she was once in a ballet.”

“Hey!” exclaimed the pretty red-head from the background, obviously within ear shot of their conversation and flustering from embarrassment of the mentioned fact. Alson merely turned his head and cracked a smile at their little teasing, and Jenosa frowned for a moment before cracking her own wryly smile. “I do serve a ‘mean’ ballet, don’t I?”

The man merely made another jolly laugh.

“That you do, sweet lass.”

Jenosa furrowed a brow.

“Don’t push it with the feminine comments, old man.”

“Touché,” he whistled. “Ok, so we’re even now.”

It was fun messing with their little rookies, especially when Falcon overheard Jenosa’s little quip. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment being made.

“Look here, Jenny ,” the captain chortled. “Not like it’s a bad thing that you can dance while you fight. Think of it as the art of fighting, if you will.”

“It’s Jenosa ; Jen-noh-sa ,” she pronounced her name in an emphasized voice. “Calling me ‘Jenny’ is just insulting. What, you think we’re going to be in a marriage; I’m not your ‘honey.’ And,” she added, “I honestly prefer that ‘art of fighting.’”

Alson chuckled even more. “Don’t let it get to ‘ya, Jenosa. Just think of it as a man’s way of getting to know woman better. Or in our case, having the mentors getting to know the rookies in a fun way.”

The red-head rolled her eyes at their excuse at picking on her. However, despite her annoyed exterior, she was actually starting to warm up to all of this attention. It was kind of nice with the atmosphere it created, knowing that people were actually taking up a benevolent interest in her; even if it was done in an odd way. It told her that she could meet all sort of fun people on the path she chosen.

As she sat into one the ship’s chairs, easily swinging back to her happier mood, she paid more attention to what was being talked about between Alson and Falcon. Aside from the fact that she was listening to a hunter who was also an infamous F-Zero pilot - another part of this situation that she was proud at in being a witness - she listened attentively to what the two were planning. She could obviously tell the two were far more experienced than she was, and paid close attention to the way they thought.

Admittedly, she was never one for planning. She never did like to plan at all, to be honest, as it seemed to take the fun out of everything for her. She liked winging it more than often, getting a real good adrenaline rush when she had to act real darn fast; and the little situation she seemed to have more or less brushed off to the side for the time being.

She was intrigued for some odd reason, wanting to get to know more about the ‘ways of hunting’ and what it was like. Even more odd was that she was actually enjoying listening attentively to their planning, unlike listening to boring theory sessions at school, especially since it was being talked between two guys that, despite their teasing, were actually cool; particularly considering bounty hunters had been stereotyped to her.

Alson chuckled to himself mentally. Things sure have gotten livelier when he had picked up that chick, although he might be insulting her if he called her that, he thought. Never once in his life did he expect to pick up a young - if not beautiful, he had to admit - tough woman like her. He was mostly expecting to live out his life visiting acquaintances and old friends, having a good ball with them before going out for another hunt and brush with death.

He had come across all sorts of tough woman throughout his life, but none seem to quite match the spirit of Jenosa. Some were definitely tough, some used their body to do the job, manipulating the hearts of foolhardy males; others did have their flare and a few were just downright cold and murderous like men could be. And yet Jenosa seemed to hold this child-like exterior blended with her aged youth, fiery soul, uncanny wit and taste for adventure. It was like she didn’t take the situation seriously, as if she wasn’t really in danger at all, and simply enjoying the hunt like a game; and yet deep down he could tell she knew it wasn’t. Well, he had a good idea she knew what was really at stake, but there were times, like with Ronnie, that she acted a little less serious than she should have.

Oh, well , he thought. They were all alive, and good laugh had been had. Of course, they still had a job to do.

He spoke into the channel in a more serious tone.

“Playful teasing aside, we still need to get to the main target, and that’s out hacker man. This job won’t be worth anything unless we find that nerd and make sure he’s safe. We should try to take on the rest of these mafia bozos as we meet them along the way, although splitting the group up to go hunt for them while the other finds the hacker may not be a bad idea? Got any good suggestions?” He added, “Oh, and do you got any good places for a temporary base we can all meet up at?”

“Splitting up…” Falcon mused as the marker that represented Jessie was flying towards the waypoint. “Sounds like a good idea, but not so sure about it, unless you have a plan to go about finding where our targets are hiding. Anyways, I’ve sent Jessie to check out an old hangar that appeared on the map. It looks like it has not been used for years, but it would be more than enough for us to use if nobody is there.”

“Hmm…” Alson pondered. “The only method I can think that can at least help pinpoint their location is with my ship’s high-end eagle cam; and that’s assuming we know the general area they’re in that isn’t covered. They could snipe us from inside a building for all we know. It might do us best to see what the others hunters have up their sleeve.”

As he said this, Jessie’s voice chirped over the monitors as a visual came up on the screen.

“Falcon, check this out,” she said as she flew around the deserted compound. “There’s enough space here for all our ships, and it looks like there are some utilities that are still working.”

This was an interesting turn of events. According to the list of local commerce, this facility was shut down a long while ago, and had not been used since then. This made it a little more mysterious.

“Is someone using it, or is it a self-sufficient hangar?”

“Most likely the latter of the two,” she replied, circling around the property before diving into the hangar and finding her way into the rafters to rest. “There are some solar panels on the roof to provide electricity and there’s a small river just past the runway as a water source.”

“All right then, I’ll alert the others.”

The captain switched channels as Jessie turned off her COM.

“Looks like we have a place to call temporarily home,” he explained while turning his ship’s heading. “Sending the coordinate to all allies. We’ll rendezvous there and see where we go from there.”

He nodded in thanks for Falcon having found a base of operations, and tapped the console to load the coordinates into the ship’s navigation system. The Falcon Flyer hovered over the facilities for a bit, waking up a napping Jessie before she touched down on the cold cement surface to greet her brother. However, within the same time, her adrenaline levels dropped, and she could feel the pain spread over her back from the rolling mishap. Falcon stepped out and handed her a bottle of fluids, as well as made her stripped the back part of her suit, giving her a dose of painkillers to ease the discomfort. The good thing was that this was not like the could-be addictive types, but ones that were engineered especially for her. The last time she had a generic shot, she had seizures that following week and had to be hospitalized. She hissed slightly as her wings quivered, slightly numbing due to the injection.

“Feeling it now, are you?” the captain asked as he threw the used syringe into a box and felt over her wings.

“Yeah, but I’ll be fine,” she replied. “Nothing a dose of steroid can’t help mend temporarily until we finish this mission. Let’s hope the others arrive soon.”

Falcon sighed, but within a few short moments, another ship had arrived at their destination. It hovered for a moment just over the rear of the hanger, close to its roof, then moved inside to land. Alson was the only one to come out of the ship, and he greeted the duo. As he did, Jenosa had actually went out of the ship during its hover over the hanger, and snuck in through the top back door wanting to surprise the two; she found herself on a platform that acted as the hanger’s second floor. She made a notification of her presence, not wanting to be shot when she pulled off her stunt, on the second red head actually make a performing leap off of the platform, somersaulting gracefully in mid-air before opening up and landing on the floor. Her body mostly absorbed the shock, having gotten used to falling from heights like those, and also thankful that her body was light.

As she walked up to the group, she felt like she was going to go wide-wide in disbelief again when she saw Jessie’s wings. Seeing them on the cam was one thing, but seeing them real-time was another. Not wanting to act silly though, she managed to keep her enthusiastic demeanor. Even still, she could not help but ask.

“Those wings… They’re real right, or am I imagining things?”

She almost wanted to poke them to find out. Jessie turned around after greeting the other seasoned hunter while Falcon did the same. But the younger of the siblings blinked at the question.

“Uh… You think they’re fake, don’t you?” she replied, fanning them to full expanse before bringing them in again.

Jessie was not one to be comfortable talking about her wings, but she felt a bit at ease with her brother nearby. Jenosa felt suddenly stupid and embarrassed for even asking such a question after Jessie’s first response. She stuttered in an attempt to correct herself.

“Well, err… no, it’s not that... I think they’re fake or anything, it’s just-

“She’s just having a hard time believing in what she’s seeing,” stated Alson in a short laugh, finishing her sentence.

Jenosa rolled her eyes at this.

“Err, yeah, I suppose I shouldn’t let these things surprise me in this part of space.”

“No, they’re real,” she assured. “An experiment gone wrong, if you will…”

She shuddered just slightly at the thought of the real story of how she got her wings. It was a nightmare she refused to reveal, but she knew that it was always going to be there.

As soon as Jessie assured her of this, however, Jenosa felt an unexpected pang of guilt for asking Jessie such a question. Aside from the answer itself, she noticed in how the woman had tensed up when she confirmed what they were. Jenosa thought Jessie to be a different species, but obviously she wasn’t, and she didn’t want to go any deeper into how she got the experience; it was no doubt not very fun one, and she’d prefer to only imagine the story. Despite them beings strangers, she respected the rookie, and she was sympathetic enough not to go digging into healed scars.

With the top half of her suit still off, Jessie could feel the light breeze, perhaps more so a thermal, blow about her. This was the perfect place to soar about, if not to enjoy some peace and quiet. She motioned to Jenosa to follow her into the blue and gold craft as she reached for a black kit-like box, setting it on the cot and opening it to reveal a brand new sniper. The young red-head blinked in curiosity at Jessie motioning for her to follow, wondering what it was the woman wanted her for. She eager climbed into the Flyer , eyeing the place with a momentary pique of interest before focusing on what Jessie was pointing.

“I’m gonna use this against the shooter,” she beamed, excited like a little kid. “Just got my license for this thing, and I can’t wait to test it out.”

Jenosa studied the weapon for a moment, and then said with a smirk, “I’m no weapons expert, but I’m taking this is a sniper rifle. So we’re going to fight fire with fire are we?”

“Indeed!” the now-spirited lieutenant chirped with a slight coo in her voice. “Gonna show Falcon that I can handle myself without him nearby at all times.”

Jenosa made a smile in admiration of the Jessie's fired-up spirit. She held such a view to people with such an attitude, being able to show that they could be independent on themselves; much like she wanted to be even when she was young. Show to her parents that she could take care of herself. Plus it was a trait you really didn't see in many other human females.

She lightly glided her hands over the two holsters, one set on each side of her hips, holding her favorite handguns. She hummed as she pondered to herself, "I'm not a fancy for long-range fighting; no offense, just doesn't feel right to me. I...prefer being in heat of things, as you might put with. Being able to - needing to move my body about. Sort of dance around danger, as Falcon would put it; and as silly as it sounds. Kind of like fighting with these," she said, taking one of her guns and flipping it about stylishly on her index finger. "They're light and easy to move with; almost feels natural for me to use them. Not that I wouldn't use a rifle if I had to; just a preference."

Jessie nodded as Jenosa chuckled lightly at finding herself suddenly talking about her preference of weapons. She never expected herself to do that, but she kind of liked it. Then her face suddenly brightened in revelation, and she spoke in a low voice so Falcon or Alson couldn't hear them.

"Hey, I got an idea, a little risky, but it could work. Since I'm pretty good at moving about, maybe I could act like a decoy while you set yourself up to take down the guy. What do 'ya think?"

The lieutenant looked up as she stashed the box away and picked up a high-calorie energy bar to munch on. All the flying depleted her energy reserves she had packed before taking off, forcing her to basically run on empty. At the rate she was burning in the air, her diet consisted of tons of various nut bars, and other high-calorie foods. Of course, these were eaten mostly during her hunts. Other than that, she just ate a normal meal and burned that off during a routine day. She thought of the plan that Jenosa had offered.

“Gutsy,” she replied. “But I don’t know if bro- I mean, if Falcon would like that idea… I mean, it is pretty risky, and even if I did just get this gun, it doesn’t mean that I’m gonna have a guaranteed shot at the guy…” She nervously bit into the nutty bar and chewed on it for a few seconds before swallowing the lump with a swig of water. She almost let slip the true relation between her and Falcon, but she grinned rather evilly at the suggestion. “Then again, I like it…”

It was the reckless rush that she was looking for. Just the pure adrenal excitement that she was looking for after being put off for so long. Falcon, who was talking to Alson, overheard their chatter and chuckled.

“I just hope that they don’t get carried away…” he said quietly to the elder hunter. “You know what I mean, right? Anyway, what’s this ‘high-end eagle cam’ you were talking about? Some sort of high surveillance equipment?”

Alson nodded in understanding.

“Same here. I swear she’s like a kid in a game despite how serious she can look at times. She wants to have her own fun, especially knowing her opponents are generally mob thugs. She isn’t afraid of shooting them; which surprises me a bit due to what I see in her demeanor.”

“As they say, everyone has their own way of fun,” the captain chuckled, flexing his fingers a bit.

“But I digress, we got a job to do,” Alson quickly reminded to get back on track. “The cams that I have on my ship are pretty much what you’re guessing, although they’re mostly vision. It’s just they have a huge range, and my ship is piloted by an A.I., so it can probably stay out of the battlefield without being target by any held weapons. Of course, it isn’t X-ray, but we could always use a GPS tracker to help coordinate where all of us are.”

Falcon dwelled on this, regretting that he had not brought their pets, Raptor and Celestial, for this hunt. Beastman had taken them to a retreat to rest up after a very strenuous hunt and would not have them returned until a week later. By then, the job would be done. Now it was time for an alternative.

“What you propose is a good idea,” he agreed, looking at the two girls in his ship, hoping they were not up to no good. “We better wait for the others and tell them what going on. Oh yeah, you didn’t happen to notice the... discord, for lack of better terms, between the Protoss and Twilight, did you...? Especially when that blast happened.”

Alson clasped a hand against his shaking face in utter exasperation.

"Eiiii vay, you had to remind me of those two didn't you - though I suppose it was a good idea to bring up. God, having two hunters bickering at one another could cause problems for out hunt as a whole. Think we should give them a pep talk when they get here?"

“I would think so,” the pilot murmured as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Not to mention it would be best if we all got together to get the gist of what’s going on, and if we want to concentrate on one target at a time, or split up.”

He looked at Alson’s ship before looking in through the bay doors of the Falcon Flyer , watching the two chatter like a pair of schoolgirls giggling over some sports jock. This was going to be a very interesting hunt with rookies on board. He thought he was the only one to have one tag along, but he was wrong.

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-I should be more concerned with your method of dealing with this... problem... If felling an ally the moment they make an error your idea of righteousness then I suggest you come right down here so we can finish this. And one last thing... How do you know the Luminoth...?-

"What would you have had me do? At the speed you were heading towards our target's ship, shooting your ship out of the way was the only solution that didn't end with our mutual 'friend' being incinerated." Asakero went silent at the Ing's next question, eyes narrowing somewhat. "The portals on Aether lead to more than one exit. It seems your twisted dimension wasn't the only one they were connected to. Unfortunately for me, the trip seems to have been one-way."

"As for knowing the Luminoth, well... I helped them repair a good deal of the damage your... hm, 'people' caused to their world." With that, he closed the commlink, cutting off any retort the Ing might have tried to give him. Turning the Corsair around, he set it on an approach course with the abandoned hangar the other ships had landed at.

Setting down the craft, the rear hatch opened, the Protoss jumping down before the ramp had finished its descent. Looking around, he caught sight of the group, and headed over towards them. When he was with them, he stooped down until he was about level with the humans, the Protoss thinking it rude to approach them at full height; not everyone grew as tall as his race did, after all.

Bowing his head for just a moment, he 'spoke'. "I apologise about that little incident. I think Twilight forgot that our employers wanted Black alive. It was either disable his ship or watch our target get turned to cinders."

"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company

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"hsssss...." was Twilights only response to the now closed channel. Whoever that hunter was he sure ticked him off, he was not sure he would be able to subdue his anger if things kept on like this.

For several minutes Twilight sat silently in his pilot seat, reading error and damage logs from the main screen infront of him. It seemed that it was mostly the frame that was banged up, but more or less all ship functions were hindered in some way due to the damage, and he figured the damage his ship would have caused to the city would warrant some attention. This could only get worse...

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"We now return to the scene, an alien ship has crashed in the middle of the city, causing multiple structure damage on its way down. Rest assured no one was killed in the crash, however a few were injured by shrappnel and are being hospitalized in the nearest hospital. The status of the pilot and potential passengers are still unknown however." A human female news reported said on screen, pausing to show an image of Twilights crashed vessel, surrounded by the local police.

"Witnesses report that a battle took place in the sky shortly before the ship plummeted to the ground, shortly after the other ships disappeared off shore." The reporter continued, just as a high pitched metalic whine could be heard from behind her, all of the people on screen turned to look towards the ship just in time to see the armored hands of Twilight grasp the top of the ship and pull himself up, after having pushed the hatch out of the way.

The reporter seemed shocked for a second, but then regainer her composure and walked up to the side of the small crater the ship had created. "It seems the pilot of the ship have survived the impact! How unexpected!" She said rather loudly, Twilight turned his head in the reporters direction having heard what she said. His helmets visor was cracked, the spaces in the cracks being illuminated by a deep red glow. Immidiately after he had jumped off the ship and landed on the ground the police had surrounded him, while he obviously had not caused the crash intentionally, and thus the damage, he was still a witness to whatever battle had occured in the sky.

It seemed the news reporter was not allowed to interview Twilight, as two police officers was in her way while the rest escorted him away, though he made no effort to get away, probably knowing that doing so would only land him in deeper shit. Before he left the scene with the police, he turned back to his ship and pressed something on his left arm, the ship suddenly being surrounded by a barrier, though weak right now it was steadily growing.
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As Falcon listened to Alson, Jessie had her eyes glued to the screen as the news came up, motioning to Jenosa to take a look.

“Uh… Bro?” the young falcon squeaked. “You might… want to… look at this…”

“Hmm…?”

The captain stepped up the ramp and peered at the monitor, only to have his palm cover a rather shamed face.

“…Witnesses report that a battle took place in the sky shortly before the ship plummeted to the ground, shortly after the other ships disappeared off shore." The reporter continued, just as a high pitched metallic whine could be heard from behind her, all of the people on screen turned to look towards the ship just in time to see the armored hands of Twilight grasp the top of the ship and pull himself up, after having pushed the hatch out of the way. The reporter seemed shocked for a second, but then regained her composure and walked up to the side of the small crater the ship had created.

"It seems the pilot of the ship have survived the impact! How unexpected!”

However, his brows furrowed as he watched the local officials usher their companion away from the scene.

“This is a good way to start,” he growled, assessing the damage that was shown on the screen. “Jessie, think you can find a way to BS the problem?”

“Of damage that caliber?” she exclaimed. “You saw the damage it did to the city below. Explaining this to the authorities won’t be an easy task…”

“I’m sure you can think up of something,” he chuckled. “You know, your usual BS? After all, you do remember that one issue, don’t you, lieutenant?”

Jessie thought for a minute then remembered. Upon testing a prototype armorsuit meant for Avians, namely people like her, Jessie had experienced a terrible malfunction with the engines that were propelling her that eventually exploded, forcing her to discard the suit in midflight and sending it crashing into the city below before she was caught in the blast. Of course, the way that they had to explain that one was that an experimental flight had gone wrong and that the pilot had to be ejected to safety, which was no lie but this one was going to be a bit tricky.

“I’ll see what I can do, but what about Twilight’s ship? How are we gonna tow that in, especially without wanting the Falcon Flyer being seen? We’d have to have it towed somewhere and arrange a cloaked pickup.”

“I’m sure we can arrange that somehow…” Falcon mused. “Now just go make something up to cover up the mess.”

Jessie sighed and looked at Jenosa.

“See, this is why some times it is a pain to also be in the business of protecting the public…” the lieutenant sighed as she pulled out a wing harness and stuffed it into a supply bag. “The only good thing is that I can use my authority to get my way time to time…”

She grinned mischievously at the last statement, indicating that she had abused this part of her power several times. Then again, there was not an official in the whole universe that did not take advantage of such power. She reached over for her badge and put that under her official cap while the gun found a snug fit into her right holster. Her left holster held a taser, her means of non-lethal submission. She looked at Falcon one more time.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible, but I’ll see about getting Twilight’s ship into an impound yard.”

“Good luck, Jessie…”

The lieutenant nodded and climbed the ladder to the roof of the hangar, jumping off the edge to catch a draft and take into the city where the crash site was. Landing on a nearby building, just in time to see the authorities put Twilight into one of their vehicles, she quickly strapped down her wings and climbed down the fire escape of the building, running over to the edge of scene. She didn’t want to make her presence known just yet, biding her time to bust out their fellow hunter. It would be best to tail the vehicle to the station, and work from there.
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