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| Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again... | |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Jan 10 2008, 03:47 AM Post #1 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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Corruption: The Aftermath ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Events of the past always affect those of the future, even when we least expect them to, or don’t want them at all… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((OOC: This is just a quick recap of what has happened so far. Bear in mind that if you are just reading this right now, a good portion of the story has already progressed, and it would be a wise idea to read the archives before anyone asks any questions, especially those who are planning to join later. Tons of details there, so reading up is a good thing)) The story starts out with Lt. Jessie Jay Falcon being sent on an escort mission aboard the GFS Aquila near the planet Sigmus Aramaic. However, something goes wrong as a long dormant creature within her stirs, causing her to slaughter all personnel aboard the craft but one. Not long after that, a Chozo by the name of Kalos arrives at the ship after receiving a distress signal from the vicinity. He meets with Jessie, only to find that the Phazon has driven her mad. She collapses on to the deck where her ship is docked due to overexposure to the radioactive substance, only to have the Chozo take her to his ship, the Omega Flight, and start to investigate the death. It is here that he boards the Night Kestrel, finding that the signal was sent by the Night Kestrel’s AI, Silverwing, as well as revealing that Jessie was the killer of those on the Aquila. To his dismay, he is attacked by Jessie, only to be wounded with a deep Phazon gouge. Listening to the AI’s plight for the safety of her creator, he takes the drive and hides it on the deck, then leaves with the lieutenant in tow. During their time of hiding aboard the large craft named The Carrier, Kalos begins to notice changes in Jessie’s behavior, especially to becoming more secretive than ever. Her body also begins to have some regenerative properties. They are not potent, but they still heal her small wounds, especially when she accidentally pierces her foot with a screwdriver while fixing her damaged Night Shroud. However, things turn for the worse when Kalos finds out that and Ing Spore had been implanted into her during her Aether mission, awakening nearly nine years later. Now that Dark Aether has been destroyed, along with Phaaze, it now seeks revenge. The Ing seemingly goes dormant again, only to have it reappear when they return to the GFS Aquila roughly two weeks later to pick up Jessie’s Night Kestrel. As they near the wrecked carrier, the GFS Tabitha is sent out to investigate what has happened. The team finds Private First Class Curon Hifor, the sole survivor of the Aquila Massacre. They are all surprised that he of all people are still alive and quickly send him back to Rogue for treatment. After doing so, Bloodsbane and his team begin to fan out to search for evidence, but Jessie and Kalos have returned. With an upgraded Night Shroud, Jessie makes her way back to the hold to steal what she was forbidden to touch, but as she does, she meets with Bloodsbane and kills both him and his team. Kalos is appalled by all this and sets out to find her, only to hear that she has also laid siege to the Tabitha. A lone officer stands there weakly, but as soon as Jessie returns from her bloodbath, she finds the Chozo with the dead man’s head in his arms, telling her that he wanted to join her cause of spreading distruction. Together, they take what is left of the Phazon in the cargo area and flee, but not before completely destroying the Tabitha as a warning to the Federation. The two flee back into space leaving the hull behind. Meanwhile, Captain Falcon has been notified that his sister has now been termed MIA, and in his rage, he heads for Sigmus Aramaic with the help of the Falcon Flyer’s AI, Azazel. The Federation, on the other hand, sends out a broadband message for all available hunters. Admiral Sandoval, the one in charge of this mission, also contracts four other hunters to help out: Titus the Kerichoan, Tina the Watawara, Iola the Lunamorph, and Bijou the Megalith. Each have their own unique abilities, as well as their strengths and weaknesses. Joining them are Kyle the Winged Hunter, Travis “Deadeye” Clark, Faulias Kayhorn, Twilight, Pyro the ex-Pirate, T’kran, Lorrilal and the new Corporal Hifor, along with a small team from Rogue of Dr. Steiner. They are given a briefing as to what had happened so far, but not everything is clear. Arenas, the AU for the Federation complex, has befriended Travis’ GI, Constantine, and gave him information that would otherwise had been classified. Like Sandoval, she is picky in who she trust, but after seeing how he had treated Travis, she decided it was best to also trust him, especially with his record. During the briefing, Falcon is aboard what remains of the Aquila, searching the ship himself to see what really going on. In hopes of fulfilling his wish, he does meet up with Jessie, but under very different circumstances. She launches an attack and flees, her brother close at her heels. However, when he sees that she does not stop to explain her actions, he opens fire, hoping to slow her down. Unyielding, she flees to her ship and leaves, but not before a bombing run of the dock. Falcon manages to keep himself safe, only to find a hard drive component floating around. Inserting it into the Falcon Flyer's systems, he finds a semi-rampant Silverwing. Azazel begins to administer the counter-codes and manages to look into Silverwing's memory matrix, revealing what had really happened. To his dismay, Falcon leaves a distances away from the Aquila, waiting for the others the Federation were sending out. As they are preparing, Dr. Steiner and Corporal Hifor watch as a prototype suit is loaded into the Silverado, a suit that needed field testing before they could say anything. Of course, due to the nature, the staff are a bit worried, but as with most of the brass, they fear that It would bring about more problems than anything, especially with the corporal, who could easily be dismissed as having metal issues. Now, they have been split into three groups, the GFS Silverado heading to the GFS Aquila, the GFS Bahamut heading to Bryyo, and the GFS Griffon heading to Elysia. Each have their own mission, each their own set of weapons. The briefing has come and gone, and the hunters are left to their own business. However, aboard the GFS Silverado, trouble is just starting as Martin Keeler has rigged a set of Phazon explosives in one of the rooms. As for Jessie and Kalos… It’s not over it… The fun is just beginning… The previous briefing can be found here The whole thread itself can be found here |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Jan 14 2008, 06:37 AM Post #2 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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((Alright then, guess I should kick off the new CTA!)) T'kran frowned at Titus' comment. "Look... Titus... I really think that annoying each other is the worst possible way to start this off if we're supposed to be working together. Besides..." He held the weapon up slightly. "There's no charge in this. The only way I could kill something right now is by clubbing it to death." "And if they involve Phazon in the briefing it's fine, Bijou. I just think the Federation's got their wires crossed. Keep messing around with that stuff and it'll be the Corruption incident all over again, only this time most of Federation space will be affected." As they entered the briefing room, he took no notice of the Commander's raised brow, simply offering a curt nod to the woman. "Don't let the looks fool you. Right now I'm on the same side as these two." he said simply, growing bored of all the prejudice. Leaning against the wall, he folded his arms and listened to the commander speaking. “An escort mission is all this really is, though I do caution you that there are some Space Pirates out there that tend to still follow the old regime, and continue to find ways to abuse certain resources. Where we are going is the planet Bryyo, one of the few planets that were hit by Leviathan Seeds during the Phazon Wars nine years ago. As you may know, Bryyo is now one of the planets that the Federation has based on to gather resources, namely the Fuel Gel that occurs naturally here.” Sighing as he listened to the commander's cover-up story, he chuckled at Bijou's comment. "It's fine, Bijou. I'm listening, Commander." Nodding at the Commander's speech, he tilted his head and closed his eyes. The Federation was little less... eh, reckless when it came to Phazon. He supposed he could trust them with it... for now. He still thought it should be destroyed and not used, though. "I'm fine with it," replied the Pirate to the Commander's question. "You won't have to worry about Pirate raids. My ship's more than capable of trashing the small raiding squadrons they usually send to harass cargo ships like this." When he finished speaking, he frowned. Closing his eyes again, he wondered if some of the hunters they'd hired had other agendas... there were a lot of shady characters milling around on the base... |
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| ~Kid Hunter~ | Jan 15 2008, 07:34 PM Post #3 |
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NOT. GIVING. UP. YET.
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After the meeting has ended, Pyro went off to find the workout area. He got lost for awhile, and ran into many unwanted attention. He had to punch a guy in the gutter just so he can use the restroom. The hostility the soldiers is just ridiculous. Every corner had a federation soldier with some 'tragic' past that involves Pyro killing a family member or a really good friend, and they want to put a bullet through his brain. Pyro was getting tired of this. It was getting REALLY old REALLY fast. Thankfully, he finally found the workout room. His perilous journey through the Griffon has finally ended. He expects to see a couple of angry soldiers charge at him and he has to beat them to the ground. Seriously though, it's almost like a group of squirrels versus Chuck Norris. It's impossible, well almost, to take down Black Pyro. Only person that has taken him down so many times was the Kid Hunter, know known as Winged Hunter. Pyro entered through the doors and was suprised to not see a horde of angry federation troopers charging at him, but instead he sees a bunch of federation troopers getting their butts kicked by the lunamorph, Iola. All of the men were sweating. She was one tough chick to beat. He noticed everyone's eyes was on her. Pyro sighed. "You know, I think you should ease up on the workout. You're making all of these guys sweat like Pygoths(fire shegoths) the way your working them. Hell, even the ones that are watching are sweating like crazy." ----------------- "Hello there, I cant help but think I have met you before. I'm Twilight, pleased to meet you" said a rather odd looking person. Kyle turned to the man and looked at him for a second. Has he met this person before? His memory was foggy for a bit before he came to realization. "Twilight? Hey, it's been awhile! What's with the greeting though? You're usually more up front." Kyle greeted the man back. "First Travis and now you. You probably don't recognize me but it's me, Kyle. You know, Kyle Ovirrica, the 'Kid Hunter'." Certainly to most people who haven't met him in all these years, Kyle would look different to most. His armor, for one thing, was different. It didn't look like a rip of Samus' power suit anymore. His suit was now dark blue with aquamarine decore on some parts of his suit. He also his helmet also changed as well. The old armor's helmet had a bird-like structure, now it's more like a fusion of Samus' helmet and Sylux's. The visor hasn't changed though. It still looks like a pair of eyes and it still shifts depending how Kyle feels. Most of his allies won't recognize him unless he whips out his arm cannon or his famed arm blade, or even if he activates his other suits. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 16 2008, 12:39 AM Post #4 |
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Edited by The Boss, Jan 30 2008, 03:20 PM.
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Jan 16 2008, 02:23 AM Post #5 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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Titus had gotten his answer and left the room as quick as he could. It was not that he hated the Zebesian for what he was, but rather what his kind was known for. Despite the fact that T’kran would kill his own rather than to join them in their crazy research in Phazon, the Kerichoan could still not trust him. However, Bijou was more open-minded and motioned for the hunter to follow him while the officer filed away her papers, getting ready to head back to the bridge. She had seen enough to know that Titus certainly had hard feelings against T’kran, and vice-versa. Regardless, the two would have to learn to settle their differences one way or another. The Megalith had an odd smile on his crystalline face, the minute fissures cracked along his jawline to separate his lower jaw from the rest of his head. For now, he just wanted to walk around and talk with the pirate, hopefully, learn some things that would help in this situation. After all, it seemed that T’kran knew quite a bit about the substance. “If you don’t mind me asking,” he began, his low voice rumbling as he had a slight problem forming some of the words. “But why did you decide to leave your kind other than because of the Phazon? Was their unrest amongst your people?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Iola had been down in the training room, transforming into various beings as she thrashed the men lightly, some strewn on the floor while others were sitting on the bleachers, all nursing wounds. None were bleeding, but the bruises were just as ugly. A rather small Phazon Elite stood on the mat, laughing in a deep and gargled voice as it held its side, only to rear its head up, the broad blue and black form turning into a slender purple and grays. She giggled as some of the men gave her evil glares, the women giving cheers as their male comrades were suffering. “You know, I think you should ease up on the workout,” a voice chuckled as the Lunamorph grabbed a water bottle and a towel. “You’re making all of these guys sweat like Pygoths the way your working them. Hell, even the ones that are watching are sweating like crazy.” The huntress laughed with the others. “Well, not my fault that they can’t beat up a smaller version of a Phazon Elite,” she chuckled. “Besides, they said they could take on anything anytime.” She looked over at where two of the PED troopers were nursing smaller wounds they had contracted from the brawl compared to the others. “Besides, those two are actually worth a challenge.” Several men began to groan as the medics came in to give them a check. The good thing was that she had been holding back in terms of using the pirate form’s special abilities. Then again, she could not use them without Phazon, without poisoning or killing herself. Instead, she kept to the brute strength it possessed despite the slowness. But even with the speed handicap, she was still able to drop them one by one like dead flies. She reached high above her head to give herself a good stretch before jumping around to loosen the translucent muscles further. “So, what have you been doing all this time?” she asked, getting ready to take on another challenger. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Jody… You might want to read this…” A woman in a white and pink jumpsuit with burgundy-brown hair leaned over the table to look at the screen. Her gray eyes followed each word carefully, widening as she found that her lieutenant had gone missing. “But… How…?” “We don’t know…” the 47-year-old doctor, Dr. Stewart, replied. “I’ve just sent Sonja and Sasha to see if they can get on to the islands and find anything there, as well as Jack and Ryu to the Falcon House Café to see if their cousin knows anything about this.” Jody Summer paced quietly. Since the beginning, she was not fond of having Jessie come into High Orbit and already take a position, but she knew better than to be so discriminate towards her peers. They had their share of arguments, but in the end, they functioned smoothly throughout the mission, taking care of business. “Keep me posted if you can,” she commanded. “I know for a fact that Jessie would not disappear like this… And Falcon would not hunt her down himself, unless she was in a life-and-death situation. Something is very wrong…” “I doubt the Dark Million are behind this… We've dealt with them before, and this is not something they would try, especially hitting a Federation carrier." "Federation carrier?" "Yes, the night before she left, the two and I went out for dinner, and she told me about investigating a Federation carrier, and that she would probably not be back for a while. You think it could be something bigger?” “Perhaps so… Just keep me posted on any updates. The sooner we can find out what is going on, the sooner we can stop worrying about her. I doubt it was a ‘simple communications malfunction.’ Being the hunter she is, she’d always keep in contact with the Feds if she was contracted by them. Do what you can… I’m going to look around her office… Maybe… Maybe there’s something there…” “I doubt it, Jody. Besides, I would advise that you don’t go in. She has the place rigged.” The captain huffed and sat down, continuing to do research through the networks, pulling up as much information as she could, hoping that she could find a shred of what was going on. |
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| ~Kid Hunter~ | Jan 17 2008, 04:14 PM Post #6 |
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NOT. GIVING. UP. YET.
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"I was looking for the workout room. Didn't bother to ask directions because no one would give me any." Pyro walked up to a wall and leaned on it. His eyes scanned the room to see if there was going to be any hostile action towards him. It was apparent something might happen again. "Also had a run in with a couple of guys who knew me. We had a nice talk about Newton's Second Law of Physics." Meaning a couple of guys fought with him. (OOC:I don't expect anyone to get the Laws of Physics part.) "By the way, the way you fight is a little unbalanced. A Shreekbat could predict your moves." |
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| ~Twilight~ | Jan 19 2008, 10:59 AM Post #7 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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"Oh yes, now I remember. I thought you looked familiar, but I wasnt sure. You've changed over these last few years I see." Twilight replied to Kyle, although he kept quiet about some of his thoughts. 'I dont remember talking to him much... He seems awfully trusting, maybe thats just how he is though.' Twilight shrugged and then turned his head to look over the few remaining bounty hunters and marines. "What do you think about this mission? An apparently missing high class Bounty Hunter, lost contact with a phazon carrier, and now us." Twilight said while he swept his vision over the conference room, taking mental notes of all those inside before turning back to Kyle. "I know what effects phazon has on most organic beings, I'm wondering why they did not take up any such issues during the briefing. Because while I myself am immune to its effects I do not know about all the others..." OOC: Prety short, but I cant think of anything more to write... |
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| ~beflexor~ | Jan 19 2008, 01:13 PM Post #8 |
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Lorrilal was disheartened to see that her room had been returned to its original state. Although she hadn't meant for it to end up like that, she felt bad that other people had to fix her mistake. She began to push the furniture around, praying that, if anyone was below her room, they wouldn't be too distressed by it. After positioning everything to her liking, she climbed up onto the bedside table to face a duct in her room. The Fae's fingers slipped through the holes in it and she gave it a small wiggle with little results. She stood there for a moment in thought before suddenly ripping it off the wall, the screws holding it in place went flying and she hopped back down to gather them up and place them, almost lovingly, on the corner of her bed. It was a small entrance, to be sure, but Lorrilal had a very small stature, and she was flexable beyond what humans could manage, so she fit with only a little difficulty. Unlike the vents in the movies Squirt downloaded to Ben's ship's database, this one was dusty, with small insectoid creatures at varying degrees of deydration and decompisition. She blew gently at a spider corpse and watched as it turned into a fine, brown dust. The Watawara was right when she said the vents were under surveillance, she could see various little bits of things that monitored for temprature, content, and any obstructions that might hinder the former two. Not only was there dust, but the heat was barely tolerable, causing the Fae to perspire, making the dust stick to her. The girl eventually found herself at a crossroad that went in every direction, including up and down. She wanted to go down, to see the thing she could sense, it had to be somewhere most crewmembers weren't allowed. The vent, she found, was blowing colder air than the others, that was another unusual sign. She grasped the edge of the vent she was in and slowly lowered herself until she was hanging. The exiting vent was at least twenty feet below her, and the room it connected to was even taller. Her fingers began to enlongate and become a darker shade of green, they soon began to split off into smaller brandes and find their way into the small imperfections, giving her a hold. She tugged her hand until they broke off, her hand returning to normal, as she used the newly formed vines as a handhold. It went like this until she was safely hanging upside-down, her face just inches from the vent cover. There was a violent exchange going on below, but it soon ended and she managed to see the two causing most of the brawls, Iola and Pyro. She must have made a mistake and ended up above traning room. Their mannerisms suggested two creatures trying to impress the other. From the way things were going though, they were probably going to fight together. If they were anything like most creatures in the galaxy, the male would win, giving him the chance to- "Oh!" was all she could manage before the vines holding her in place snapped and she hit the vent cover. The cover was fairly strong, and managed to hold her, but the clump of vegitation she had created began to tear free if its holds and then it too fell, causing the cover to become strained and give way with a loud breaking sound. She fell to the floor far below her, not making a single noise during the transition. When she hit though, it caused a loud whumph with the green vegitation piling on top of her. A large dust cloud blew outward. It took only a moment for a hand to appear. Lorrilal ripped and untangled her way through the greenery until her upper half managed to sit up and look at the people she had managed to catch the attention of. Thankfully, she hadn't landed on anymore. She crossed her arms in a defensive manner and said in a low voice. "I'm in trouble now, aren't I?" |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Jan 20 2008, 01:03 AM Post #9 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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((OOC: Joint post with KH)) “By the way, the way you fight is a little unbalanced. A Shriek Bat could predict your moves.” “Is that so...?” she snorted, changing into a Reptilicus hunter as the trooper leapt at her. “You’re new to the hunter business, aren’t you?” Pyro asked the Lunamorph as she beat the crud out of the trooper. The reptilian face looked at Pyro. “Not really... I’ve had some small stuff... This is probably my first big one, but it’s not like it’s any different...” “Usually, missions like these have an extremely powerful enemy lying ahead. You think you can face that enemy?” “With my abilities, I’d probably stand a chance.” “Is that so?” A trooper was about to charge in when Pyro suddenly stopped him. He walked up to the Lunamorph, with his right hand on his right hilt as the other troopers began to back away. The huntress smiled eerily with the reptilian head. “Let’s put that ability to the test.” “Hmm…?” Iola only giggled as she turned back to normal. “Really now?” “I have not fought a Lunamorph before, but from the records of Gandrayda, this should be interesting.” Pyro’s right hand moved to his left hilt. “Gandrayda is one thing, and I’m another!” she huffed, pulling out a shuriken from her belt. “We’ll see.” Without warning, Pyro’s left hand thrust forward and shot out a red-hot ball of fire. The troopers immediately moved away from the heated battle, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, while PED troopers stayed where they were, observing the fight. Iola quickly turned into a Warp Hound, disappearing before reappearing and tackling Pyro from behind. The ex-pirate performed a backflip and got on the Warp Hound’s back. He placed his scorching hand on the neck of the beast. Iola began to buck around, turning into a rather small Magmoor and wrapping her long body around him. “How about I give you a squeeze just to show how much I like you, sailor?” she laughed in a thick voice, the temperature in the room increasing as the lava snake took form. “Humph.” Pyro smiled for a second. Then he slipped a small knife out of his sleeve and stabbed into the serpent’s belly. “This isn’t the time to show affections. You better choose something you’re more comfortable with if you wish to defeat me.” “Well, if that’s the case, then see if you can stomach this one...” She slithered off and transformed into a Space Pirate, a Berserker Lord to be exact. The soldiers backed away quite a bit at the sight of the beast despite its size. They had heard about these creatures, and knew what they were capable of despite their slow and cumbersome ways. She charged forward, but not before sending a spray of plasma at Pyro. He leapt out of the way, dodging the plasma, then set his whole body on fire, creating a heat shield. The beast let loose two orbs of energy before spraying another stream of plasma to see if she could knock him around a bit. He leapt out of the plasma and fired two fireballs at the energy orbs, sending them back. Iola growled as she was hit, changing back to her normal self and throwing energy shurikens at Pyro. “You’re good, but I don’t think you’re strong enough to take on this one...” Her form changed again, this time to Ridley. She had managed to get it slightly larger than the first time she attempted it back that Federation HQ, maybe by a foot, but it was still very small compared to the original. “This should be interesting then. Let’s see if you fight like the real thing.” Pyro shot out a fireball at the Ridley look-alike, but Iola roared and used the tail to swing it back, following it with a rapid gust of wind. Pyro was blown back by the wind, but managed to recover in mid-flight. He stood there rather casually and began to taunt her. “Is that the best you can do?” The eyes glowed as fire flared in the mouth, a huge burst engulfing the air before being sent at her opponent. The raging fire engulfed the opponent, the full blast searing the vicinity. Despite the heat, the sprinklers did not go off as they had temporarily shut it down for this particular fight. “She just scorched him!” one of the soldiers exclaimed. Iola huffed a little in the draconic form, shifting the form slightly to that of an armored Ridley. It was not quite the original Ridley, yet at the same time, it was not the Meta Ridley she had read about, or the Omega Ridley. She was just Ridley in heavy armor. Her tail flicked about, waiting for the outcome, yet worried that she might have done a little too much. Before they knew it, Pyro walked out of the blazing inferno, unharmed. He was smiling at the dragon fake with one katana in hand. “That was a good shot. But I think you missed.” Iola spat as the tail suddenly lashed out, spiraling around his ankle and giving a good yank. Pyro responded by stabbing the floor with his blade. Real or not, the tail had a good grip on his leg and it could be the end if she got her scaly claws on him. She got on all four and charge head-on while still gripping, only to suddenly let go of him and leap at him. “You’re mine!” she hissed. Meanwhile, after speaking with the Fae and a few of the soldiers, Tina had managed to wander down to the training room, where she heard the commotion. She stood at the doorway and watched as a Ridley look-alike sprang forward at its target. The Watawara was intrigued by the match and stepped in, finding a seat next to the PED leader for the Griffon, Sergeant Major James Tatija Porter. He was a very well built man from the outback of Zou. He had a very heavy Australian accent as he spoke, minute gestures following just about every word. “G’day, ma’am,” he greeted in the most friendly of manner. “How’s it goin’?” “Well, I only came to make sure that Iola and Pyro are ok…” she replied. “Pyro especially… He seems to always get into trouble just walking around.” “I dun blame ‘im with ‘im bein’ an ex-pirate an’ all. If I could, I’d probably let loose my dingoes on ‘im. He’s got a bad rep on ‘im.” “True as that may be, but he seems to have changed from his old ways.” “Aye, but for a guy like ‘im, can’t trust ‘im as far as I can’ throw ‘im. I mean, it’s not like I’ve got somethin’ against you hunters. I was one for a while, but joined the Feds when they started recruitin’ on Zou.” “Interesting…” The two turned their attention back to the fight when suddenly, a heap of vegetation fell from above, forcing Iola to go out of her transformation and fall into Pyro in a rather awkward position. Tina and James both stood up, running over to the mess. They helped untangle the vines, only to find a defensive Lorrilal sitting in the heap, her arms crossed over her chest. “I’m in trouble now, aren’t I?” she asked in a low voice as one of the captains walked in. The men all stood at attention while the hunters looked up, trying to get the Fae out of the mess. “What happened here?” he demanded. “Was someone trying to turn our vents into plant homes?” “If I may explain…” Tina began with a calm voice. “Our little friend here was just a little curious and seemed to have ended up in one of the vents… I am sure she was just trying to find her way out.” “Well, ever heard of the saying, ‘Curiosity killed that cat,’ pigeon?” She hissed as he raised his hand, ready to slap the girl, but a stone spearhead met with his face. “Strike the girl, and I will see to it that you are several fingers less…” the former sentinel warned. “You may be a captain, but to strike a child is low, even for a human like you…” “Out of my way!” “Captain!” Everyone turned around as the admiral and his second-in-command stood at the doorway. They all snapped a sharp salute in unison as he stepped forward. Tina withdrew her weapon and rested on it as though it were a walking staff. “Is something wrong here, captain…?” he mused angrily. “No, sir…” he quickly replied. “Nothing, sir. Just making sure that the child is all right, sir.” Bently was not convinced as the captain left. He nodded at everyone else as his pipe hung idly from his lips. Iola had gotten off Pyro and stood next to the others. “Everyone all right?” the admiral asked as everyone began to clean the room a bit. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 20 2008, 02:53 AM Post #10 |
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((Joint Post with LT.J)) Though the walk towards the Cargo hold of the ship was uneventful, Curon felt a growing sense of anxiousness with each step they took. Call him excited if nothing else, and Doctor Steiner let a small giggle past her lips as she watched him. When they finally reached the doors, Curon noticed a small pad to the right. "Rear Admiral, if you would be so kind," Doctor Steiner said. Suddenly, it occured to Curon. That's right, only authorized personnel were allowed in the cargo hold, and it would surely need a code of somekind... Maeda stepped forward and pressed her hand against the pad, as well as leaned towards a small eyepiece for a retinal scan. The other cargo handlers backed off at the sight of the rear admiral and went about their businesses in other areas as she walked in, tapping on the lights. This section of the cargo was the off-limits area, the place where only a few could come in. Not to mention that this was the only lead-lined sector that her PED troopers could safely store the Phazon for their units. She motioned for two of the handlers to come in to help with moving whatever it was she needed, and looked at the doctor. "So, which one is it?" she asked, brushing a bang that had slipped from behind her ear. After a quick look around, Curon pointed out a large crate, firmly sealed and labeled with signs such as "Off-Limits" and tamper-evident seals. Luckily, when they found it and examined it, no one had tampered with the case, thankfully enough. "Alright," The Doctor said, tapping a few times at her PDA as Curon began opening up the crate. "If its alright if I ask, how much of a demonstration did you want, Rear Admiral?" The rear admiral crossed her arms over her chest as she clutched a datapad in her right hand. Ross was certainly having a time of his life being chased by the PED troopers for no apparent reason. She'd have to check in on that later. "Hmm... Most functions, if you will. Anything that has to do with shooting we can take ground side when we head back to Rogue for two days after we check the Aquila," she replied. "I just want to see how it moves since the quarters within the Aquilla are small in some areas. Though, it might be best to send you as the group heading down to the cargo area of the carrier. Several heavy objects in there, especially the crates of Phazon." Doctor Steiner nodded, looking back as Curon just now managed to remove the top of the crate. Curon hesitated for a moment, as he looked at the Power Armor, which consumed about 80 percent of the space in the crate. Doctor Steiner slipped on a pair of headphones with an attached microphone. She plugged it into her PDA and tapped a few keys. Suddenly, the front of the Power Armor opened up, like a glove awaiting its master. Curon was a bit surprised at first, but slowly slipped inside. ------------- It was...incredible. As the Power Armor closed around him, the systems began to come alive, recognizing lffe signatures within it. Before his eyes, a Heads-Up-Display flickered on, scanning the lifesigns and other features about the user, eventually recognizing the user as Corporal Hifor. It took a few moments for all of the systems to come to life and calibrate, but when the armor stated, in his head, that it was ready for use, a feeling of excitement filled his chest as he sat up, the armor exaggerating his movements and helping him move the upper torso of the suit... -------------------- To those outside the suit, they would see a large behemoth of Power Armor, sitting up, its eyes glowing red as the head scanned and looked around the room, as if the Corporal was seeing the room in a brand new way. And, in a fasion, he was. The Armor was showing him data, ranges, and other aspects about the room as it stood from the crate, like a child beginning to walk. However, the sheer size of the armor made it tower over the observers and some of the cargo stacked in the room. "Rear Admiral, this is the Wraith Power Armor," Doctor Steiner said as the Power Armor stood at its full height. ![]() Maeda was certainly impressed by the sheer size this armor was. What was written in the reports was just a fraction of what she was experiencing. She stood back to give the mechanical behemoth its space, the two escort guards behind her trying to keep her composure as they saw the beast come to life. She had a good feeling that Curon was enjoying this as much as she was pleased. She waved to one of the mechanics to bring in a few of their smaller ammunition cargo crates, and two of the larger ones, just to see how adaptable it was to moving things. Just by looking at it, she knew it was no swan, but with the raw power of a gorilla or rhino, it was more than enough to make up. After all, she had more than enough units to help with that role if things turned for the worse. When the ammunition crates were brought out, Doctor Steiner wrote a few things in her PDA, then spoke into her headset. "Alright, Hifor. For the first exercise, we'll want you to arrange the boxes one on top of another, the biggest on the bottom to the smallest on top," She said, nodding as the apparent affirmative came over her headset. Leaning towards the Rear Admirl, the Doctor showed her what was displaying on her PDA, which were readouts from the computer within the Power Armor, telling her what the current stress levels on the joints, armor, and status readings of the armor. All of the meters appeared to be low and green, with the only yellow indicator stating that none of the weapons were loaded, which was expected. As the Power Armor began to move and start its task, the meters would change accordingly, indicating the work and compensation procedures the armor was going through as it worked. Of course, on another tab, it showed the vital signs of the user, which were indicated an "excited" status. The doctor had suspected that her test subject would be a bit excited about using the machine, and giggled a little bit as she saw the status of the user, before going back to the Power Armor status window. Within a few minutes, the task was completed, slowly, yet thoroughly. The Power Armor was able to lift the boxes easily, whereas a normal human would need a lifter of somekind just to get it off the ground. With the task completed, Maeda began to figure out her teams. It was certainly exactly, if not more, than what the specs had indicated. She looked at the doctor. "You may continue to stay here to continue to routines with the corporal if you want," she said as she looked at a datapad that one of her junior officers had handed her. "I'll have these two troopers stay here if you need any assistance." The junior officer saluted the doctor while the rear admiral only nodded, following him out the door heavy doors. The two troopers had their strength weakened when they saw the suit perform the task with ease, but after a while, they had managed to keep their stoic features, hiding their feelings behind the visage. With the leave of the Admiral, Doctor Steiner continued to tap at her PDA, constantly adjusting the settings and preferences of the Power Armor according to how the Corporal used it, and after an hour of adjustments and tests, the pair finally emerged from the bay, with a new set of tamper-apparent seals on the crate that the Wraith Power Armor was placed in. Curon was just a ball of energy at this point, speaking to the Doctor in excited, but hushed words... |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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