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| Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again... | |
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| ~Metamyth~ | May 30 2008, 08:33 PM Post #111 |
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BURMA
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Faulias jumped when the first crash occurred. He was getting older, and that meant getting more easily startled... which wasn't good for a warrior. At first it was nothing too concerning, but then what sounded like heavy objects started getting thrown around inside the room, and the door was being pounded on, bulging out with each striking. "All of you, Battle-Ready! We've got a phazon-corrupted man on our hands here!" Faulias bellowed. His gauntlet roared into activity, electricity arching out and crackling in the air around it. The keypad on his right gauntlet flipped open, revealing a heavily crowded panel of buttons. With a few presses, his silver-white armor was covered in a sudden blue light that slowly faded into nothingness again. He put on his helmet and activated the inner screen, closing the manual visor. If he was fighting Phazon, he wanted every protection he had. As the helmet slipped over his face, the screen flashed to life, words of diagnostics scrolling up it. The compression clamps activated soon after, sealing his face and every other body part from unfiltered air. There was a whirring sound as the filters kicked in, blowing a stream of cool air into his face, neck, and down his arms. Excess air was disposed of out the back vents. The diagnostic screen continued to flash with tests and their results until it finally completed, a small green checkmark appearing in the top left corner. He grinned and pulled up his bolter-pistol into a two-handed grip. "Alright Travis, this is it. Here's to us downing another bastard and making it to another free night." |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | May 31 2008, 08:13 PM Post #112 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"What the...? Everyone! Back away from the door now!" Travis barked as he back away about 15 feet to the side and turned to face the doorway, weapon aimed for a clear shot. Apparently, Keeler was going to make this difficult, after all. As a precaution, he switched the weapon settings to his missile launcher. If Keeler was going to come out charging with those arms of his, Travis figured the best way to greet him would be with lethal ballistics. He then considered to scan the door to find out the structural integrity, but considering the massive bulge being made into it, that would only waste time. Still… he had to wonder. Considering the build of the hatch, it seemed unlikely Keeler was doing that off his own strength… or was he? “All of you, Battle-Ready! We've got a phazon-corrupted man on our hands here!" Faulias bellowed. Travis watched as the veteran hunter powered up what appeared to be his suit’s hazard systems, though it was hard to say… nevertheless, it almost seemed like something of a by-gone age. (That thing looks like a clunker, but okay…) He thought to himself, focusing on the doorway as it continued to be battered, the tension building in the room. “Alright Travis, this is it.” Faulias said, addressing him. “Here's to us downing another bastard and making it to another free night." “Yeah… let’s do this. Grim as it may be, I don’t think we have an option.” He replied, eyes narrowing. Any second now, there was a good chance Keeler would be the first thing coming through that door, corrupted and possibly totally insane. Travis knew that the German was at the end of the line, or so it seemed. Edited by Deadly Aim, May 31 2008, 08:15 PM.
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Jun 4 2008, 06:48 AM Post #113 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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T'kran had thought it was over when the first barrage hit, but it wasn't to be. He saw Abomination move out of harm's way almost too quickly, as if he sensed the Phazon within the beast moving rather than the Ing itself. He quickly shifted his attention to the fighter being possessed, and order his ship to focus fire on the new target. It got out of range before the Darkstar could lock on, though. He wasn't going to give up that easily. Tapping his helmet, he brought up his communication line to his ship's AI. "Axon, hunt that thing down and obliterate it. I want nothing left. Don't come back until that Ing is a smoldering crater." Not waiting for confirmation, he closed the link and attended to his own dire situation.
His suit began spewing out bright blue gas into the air, emptying itself of excess Phazon. However, the effects were already in place. His new Phazite armor remained, and although the glow faded from his suit, numerous energy conduits along its surface were too corrupted to purge, leaving them that ghostly blue hue.
"Damn. Well... could be worse." Turning around, he removed his helmet when he saw Al'an. The Pirate looked no worse for wear, except his eyes had a faint blue tint to them now, and some of his veins were noticably blue, especially the major blood vessels in his neck. Al'an, however, was a mess. He hurried over to the Wen. "You alright? You're lucky to be alive after being hit with so much Phazon, especially when you haven't got a way of mitigating the effects." He tapped the PED on his shoulder, which had dulled and turned black, having shut itself off after the overload. Pausing, he connected to his ship once more. "Axon, scratch that last order. I think it'd be best if we headed back to base. Return to the temple, do not pursue the Ing. Chances are, that Stiletto's now packing enough firepower to swat the ship like a bug." Turning back to Al'an, he looked at his disc-shaped visor. "Can you get up on your own? I think it's best if we head back to the Airdock and get you checked out. Don't worry about me. This isn't the first time this has happened to me, and that time was much worse." |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Jun 4 2008, 10:40 AM Post #114 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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((OOC: Super long post... Hopefully you guys on Bryyo can work off of this.)) It happened too fast. Titus had been caught in the blast, which multiplied several-fold with the combined ballistics and boiling fuel gel, forcing him into a wall as he barely withstood the volatile liquid that ate away the protective film. His hearing had been temporarily deafened, but he could still see despite the debris that was flying. The sky was full of screaming projectiles, including the fuel gel bombs the natives had. His ear continued to ring as he assessed the damage, seeing nothing as the smoke cleared. The fighters hovered around, scanning for any visuals. With none confirmed, they relaxed, but that was a fatal mistake. Out of nowhere, a wall of darkness shot upwards towards the nearest jet. “JOHN!” Joey shouted from his position as he hid behind one of the leaning structures. “JOHN!!!” Static filled his headset as he threw it on the ground and pulled out his pistol, firing at the retreating ship. Two other fighters began to chase after it, but it was much faster than ever as the craft climbed to supersonic and disappeared into the void. “We just lost contact, sir,” a voice squeaked as the Kerichoan’s hearing was starting to return. “We’re sorry…” “Come back down and file a report on the damage…” he growled, leaning against the wall and carefully disengaging his suit as his ship hovered closer. “I want to know what the hell that thing was doing here, and how in the name of the goddess Elune is a thing like that still alive!!!” He stared at Al’An as the fighters began to come down, noticing that he was still dripping with the radioactive liquid. The shaman stepped out with his escort from their hiding places, this time several more reinforcements following behind. Several were muttering swears and curses in their tongue as troopers began to file in. “Hunter Titus, this is Zimmerman,” a feminine voice cracked on the COM. “Something just shot into the atmosphere and disappeared from the radar. What’s going on?” For a moment, the Kerichoan did not know what to answer, but let out a deep breath. “An Ing…” he murmured. “We’re filing a report right now and will debrief as soon as we return to base, ma’am.” There was no reply, but Titus knew the message was received. Joey regained his composure despite the traumatic event, cautiously approaching the Phazon-soaked Al’An and T’kran. “W-we have a radiation breach…” he managed to croak into his COM. “B-beginning… Phazon quarantine… protocols…” Jayone and her team landed with large quarantine tanks, both large enough to hold a full-grown Sheegoth if needed. The leader watched with fear as her teammates and the hazard team began to tackle the mess. The platoon of Reptilicus made her pull out a pistol, but Titus quickly stood up and shook his head, motioning her to stand down. However, the PED leader was hesitant. “Listen, Jayone…” the Kerichoan growled, being helped up by two other Reptilicus hunters. “Take Al’An and T’kran back to base to have them treated… I’ll stay here and have the report filled.” “But you’re injured!” she exclaimed, running over. “And if I leave you here, the Reptilicus will kill you!” The shaman heard this and began to approach them, holding out his arms in peace. “We do not mean to bring harm, human,” he quietly explained. “The Kerichoan here helped us after visiting our village.” Jayone raised a brow. “You went to their village and you’re still alive?!” Titus sighed as the pieces of armor were carefully removed, revealing the gunmetal gray under-armor. He shook the daze, feeling slightly nauseous from the massive amount of radiation exposure. “Of course I’m still alive… Look, clean up quick and head back to base… Zimmerman wants a debriefing.” The PED leader looked at the shaman. “What about him?” “We need to bring him back… He is the only one that can fully speak and understand the human standard with some ease. He will need to have the escorts go with him.” She was very uncomfortable with this idea already having a bad experience with the race previously. The shaman looked at the two closest hunters and motioned for them to leave their higher weapons with the others and follow him. It was still an iffy situation, but in the best interest of the Federation, she followed through. “Commander?” the PED leader began tapping her helmet to access the COM. “We have a slight situation here. It seems like we’ll be carrying some extra baggage.” “And define this extra baggage?” “A Reptilicus shaman and two escorts, sir.” There was silence for a brief moment. “All right then. Bring them to base, but make sure they are unarmed.” “Yes, sir. They just did that.” “Sending a ship over.” The communication line was closed as Jayone turned to look at Titus, who had all the pieces of armor in a neat pile and carrying them into his ship, then the surrounding area. The damage to the temple was extensive, and would take a long to repair. Gratings had been smashed and broken, leaving the fuel gel to be exposed. Large dents and cracks, as well as energy emission residues, peppered the wall, scars of a battle that had been born. The air, had she taken off her helmet, reeked of sulfur and fuel, of dead bodies that had been charred by both Phazon and fire. Titus crept over toward T’kran and Al’An, yet kept his distance due to the lack of any real radiation protection. As an animal hunter, he rarely dealt with anything more than the nuclear fusion reactor in his ship. He assessed the damage as Joey made temporary repairs to the damaged components of T’kran’s PED, who now raised a brow as the former pirate was communicating with his ship. The technician began to run a diagnostic via the side port on the main unit, now surprised at what flashed on his screen. In all the times something became corrupted, it was during the Phazon Wars, during which Samus, Gandrayda, Rundas, and Ghor were augmented with their own PED units after finding them unconscious on the floor of the Control Tower on Norian base. The data collected from Samus’ unit proved much use in creating the slightly more advanced version that they were using. The fully advanced version was still in the works somewhere on a base outside Federation space. Why? Because the Federation did not was to risk this technology getting into the wrong hands. But could it be that the PED now was not significant enough to keep the user from corrupting when exposed physically to Phazon, even with the extra precaution they took to seal every possible entry way for the liquid to pass through? He kept the data secured on a special drive protected from all sorts of radiation levels and proceeded to have Al’An taken into the first carrier after heading what the pirate said. “C’mon, big boy,” he stammered, trying to bring a little light-heartedness into the gloomy atmosphere. “We’ll get you fixed up… Jayone, I’ll be heading back to Al’An. You going back with T’kran?” “Yeah…” she replied. “I’ll go back with him, and Titus can go with the Reptilicus.” “Roger that, ma’am.” “Titus, we shall see you back at base?” “Yes, ma’am. I’ll follow as soon as their transport arrives.” The PED leader nodded and went back to the other two hunters, making sure everything was alright for the short trip. |
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| ~beflexor~ | Jun 4 2008, 11:44 AM Post #115 |
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I just _____ in the _____.
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Lorrilal was about to tell Tina that her sickness wasn’t because of the flight, she was going to chalk it up to the stress of the ordeal with Ember, but then she stopped and thought for a moment. This was a rather small ship, quite small in fact. Just as people of the water became ill on smaller boats so did she too become sick in small space-faring vessels. She had, more or less, always been on her guardian’s ship, Ben’s. It was much larger, and didn’t take corners as sharply, of course, there were times when they had flown quite crazily, but everyone was always excited from just that to keep from noticing the turning in their stomachs. “Yes” she said in a breathy manner. “It’s the flight.” The Watawara’s hold made Lorrilal feel better in some ways, worse in others. Tina was warm and gentle, like her mother, but thinking of her made Lorrilal feel a little sad. Her mother had loved her, or was it just an instinctive response to protect her offspring in the hopes of furthering ones species? Enigma was disappointed in what she herself had become, had she felt the same way toward her daughter? A gradual sensation of changing gravity told her they were reaching their destination and pulled away from Tina muttering a quick “I’ll be fine.” She grabbed the cloth away from her and then proceeded to clean her mess. Trisha threw up a lot too… |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Jun 5 2008, 09:44 PM Post #116 |
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The Ignored
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"You alright? You're lucky to be alive after being hit with so much Phazon, especially when you haven't got a way of mitigating the effects." The Ex-Pirate spoke to Al'An. "I've most definately felt better," Al'An said. Something on his back hurt. Time seemed to skip a little for Al'An, and things seemed blurry. "Can you get up on your own? I think it's best if we head back to the Airdock and get you checked out. Don't worry about me. This isn't the first time this has happened to me, and that time was much worse." Al'An rose to his full height, pain screaming through his limbs and searing through something on his back. "I believe I can..." Al'An reached around and felt a gash in his armor. Something must've cut it open during one of the many impacts with various unpleasant objects. He touched damaged tissue and winced. "I believe returning to the Airdock would be a good idea..." Al'An hissed. He limped off, inspecting one of the more damaged segments of grating. He couldn't tell how much time passed, but he heard a voice. “C’mon, big boy, we’ll get you fixed up… " Al'An thought it was Titus. It probably was. "You do that..." Al'An whispered, staring into the gel. (OOC: I've only put in the quotes that apply to Al'An directly. And they're in italics. I hope thats fine. If not I can edit.) |
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| ~Kid Hunter~ | Jun 5 2008, 09:52 PM Post #117 |
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NOT. GIVING. UP. YET.
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Is there ever a time that you don’t have to hit someone?” she chirped. “It is bad for one who works with the Federation to have to hurt their own ally.” "Well excuse me your highness, I just happen to be a mercenary who had a bad record of blowing up your relatives homes and castrating jackasses." Pyro replied to Tina, putting his blade back into it's sheath. “You know, I know you’re Mr. Badass and all, but please, sailor, do we have to resort to violence? I’m sure you can find some other way of… playing with them without bruising them.” Iola said as she approached him. "Actually, to tell you the truth. I just used my blade to slice up the guy's rifle, since it was aiming straight for the back of my head. He then tried to sock me, so I just tripped him. He SHOULD be fine unless he has very weak bones." Pyro responded to Iola. “Hatchling, is everything all right?” Tina asked the now approaching Fae. “Sorry I’m late,” the Fae replied, blinking at the loudness and clarity of her actual voice. “I was held up by someone. I will try to carry on conversations while walking next time. It’s just that I was a little surprised and… I’m sure we have much to do.” “Held up by someone?” the Watawara asked. “Who, if I may ask?” But before that could be answered, she shifted her eyes to Pyro, and smiled eerily towards him. “Pyro.” She looked at the trooper just on his way out before looking back. “I see the human excrement rolls downhill with gravity. You’ll never be on top though. Kyle is. Even now you wear your dunce hat, the proverbial headwear that the Winged Hunter put on you so long ago.” Her smile changed to a more sincere one. “Let’s be careful today, I hear it’s rather windy.” Pyro raised a brow to what it would seem to be an insult. Okay, who's the schmuck that raised this kid? He thought. Tina hastily moved Fae back to her ship, thinking that Pyro was going to blow a fuse, which is entirely not true. Iola then approached Pyro, walking and humming like that of a 17 year old. “You know, a child like her certainly has a sharp tongue, no?” she pointed out. “Tell me, are you going to let her walk on you that way, or you gonna get her back for it…?” She tapped finger by finger against his shoulder, walking up towards his neck. “Or better yet, you could just forget about your past with the Winged Hunter and make a new identity for yourself than have such a black spot hang over your head forever, especially with someone like her still around.” "I'm not really worried about that. I'm more worried the that kid. I don't know what she holds against me, but I'm not sure if she's trying to get me to show my bad side or simply have a little fun, the wrong kind of fun." The Lunamorph began to head towards her ship. “Don’t let her get you. Besides, she’s with Tina, which means you and I can safely head to other parts of Sky Town without having to worry about it. So, you up for it?” "Sure, I don't mind." Pyro casually responded to Iola. He then walked towards his ship, the Black Devil and boarded it. ----------------- Many moments later, Pyro followed Iola to one of the docks of Sky Town. He watched her show off a bit with her aerial manuevers, having no problem catching up with her. "Heh, wish I was that carefree." He said to himself. Finally, she landed her ship at one of the docks, and Pyro landed his ship not too far from hers. He got off of his ship, gave a look to one of the workers that said, 'If I see a single scrap of my ship missing, I'm gonna kick your arse so hard you'll kiss the moons' then began to explore the area. As he went around, he couldn't spot Iola anywhere. Could she have gone ahead? He looked at one of the workers and approached him. "Hey." He greeted him. "Have you seen someone come by?" The worker turned his head around to see who was calling him, only to stop what he was doing, point his finger at Pyro, and have that one look that just says, 'HOLY SHIT!' "Oh geez, will you people stop giving me that look!? It's getting tiring and it's starting to become redundant. So cut it out and tell me if the person that came on that ship is here, and I'll quietly walk away and you can do whatever the hell you are doing, got it?" "Uh... yes sir..." The worker slowly calmed down, not taking his eyes off of Pyro. "Y-yeah, a woman with a grey jump suit came on that ship. She went down there." The worker pointed down the hall. Grey jumpsuit? She must've morphed when she landed. Pyro thought. "Alright, thanks. Now go on about your business." Pyro turned his back and began to look for his partner. It was no sooner or later that she spotted the woman. He approached her and said, "So this is where you were. Bout time I found you." ------------- While chaos was about to ensue on the Silverado, Kyle was in the docking bay, inspecting the ships. He had a theory that maybe the bomb was placed underneath the ships or inside them. It's not really going to cause damage to the Silverado itself, but the explosion could kill all the hunters if they all gathered in one place, thus sabatoging the mission. Even if his theory was correct, it has been proven false. He inspected all the ships, and still no bomb or any signs of it. He began to wonder if it was a bluff, but then he realised something he had learned from past experiences... and games. "What if... Keeler has the bomb with him?" The thought of the bomb being in the one room in which they cannot access due to a phazon drugged homicidal maniac being inside, is very plausible. Without a moment to spare, Kyle hastily began to move towards the one area he has not checked. The room Keeler's in. Edited by Kid Hunter, Jun 6 2008, 02:01 AM.
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| ~The Boss~ | Jun 6 2008, 12:44 AM Post #118 |
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Native Son
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The heavy door blew off its hinges, nearly crashing right into Travis, who had to dive out of the way to avoid getting crushed. Keeler leaped out of the room like a tiger pouncing on its prey. And in this instance, the prey was one Faulias O. Kayhorn. A feral growl escaped from his throat as he tackled the hunter to the ground. His veins pulsated with a bright blue glow, same as his eyes. And even without the glow, there was nothing in those eyes that was even remotely human. Not anymore. With one hand clamped down on Faulias's neck, Keeler raised his other hand, ready to strike the killing blow. The only decision now, the only coherent thought his phazon-corrupted mind would allow, was whether to rip Kayhorn's head clean off his shoulders (which, even with the armor, was well within Keeler's ability) or to simply bash his face into a bloody pulp. He had turned his back on Clark, completely forgetting the hunter was even there. And with Kyle arriving on the scene at that moment, he now had two bounty hunters to get the jump on him. He didn't care though. Rationality no longer entered into the conversation at this point. It was all bloodlust now, a sweeping, all-consuming rage that was driving him. His hand was primed, like a cobra ready to strike. |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Jun 6 2008, 10:47 AM Post #119 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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((OOC: Bryyo hunters, I'm gonna slow things down a bit on your end to catch up on the Silverado and get the one on Elysia on their own little adventure. Also, joint post with KH)) The satellite bases were interesting to say the least. These structures all had their own command center, a storage unit, and a tram system linking to the seed and to the other stations. It was like a huge maze for anyone who did not have a map. Pyro approached the woman quietly, only to inquire something. “So this is where you were. Bout time I found you.” The woman turned around, a very clueless look on her face. Indeed she was sporting a gray flight suit, but it seemed that it was not exactly who he was looking for. “Um… Excuse me, but who are you?” she asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “I don’t think we’ve met.” Pyro shook his head, scoffing a bit. He was still convinced that this was the tricky Lunamorph and rested a hand on his blade’s handle. “Okay, now you’re playing dumb with me. When did you get here, Iola?” Again, the woman in question was confused, but she ran the name through her memory. “Iola? You mean the hunter?” Pyro nodded. “Well, you must have been misinformed, Mr.…?” Not wanting to use his real name, he quickly came up with a penname to hide the truth. “Grave. Brendan Grave.” “Brendan Grave…?” The datapad was pulled out and began to scroll a list of names. “I have never met you before, nor have seen that name on the list. Are you a transfer?” “No, I’m a mercenary who’s been sent here and my partner happens to be a shape shifter.” The woman crossed her arms over her chest and thought about it for a bit. She smiled slightly and shrugged. “I see. Well, if she’s a shape shifter, you might have some difficulty. I wouldn’t know the first place to look actually.” “Well incidentally, I asked one of the workers who came off the ship that had just landed here. He said that she was wearing a grey jumpsuit, and YOU are wearing a grey jumpsuit.” The woman giggled as she pointed out other female staff members, as well as the male staff. “Well, it’s sort of standard when working here. The suit has a lead under-layer to protect the wearer from the radiation, hence the gray color.” “Oh… I see.” Pyro sighed.”Well, then I guess I’ll go look for my partner then. Sorry to bother you.” He brushed past the woman when one of the officials passing by heard the small conversation and upon not fully recognizing the person one of the staff was with, walked over. “Is everything all right here, Ms. Romulo?” The woman turned around slightly started, glasses sliding down her nose. She quickly pushed them back up with one hand while the other still clutched a datapad. “Yes, Mr. Grave here was looking for Huntress Iola, sir. We were wondering if you saw her?” The man was no doubt a ranked official in the force, a man with the rank of master chief petty officer second class. With a chance to better look at the visitor, he raised a brow before giving them his input. He recognized the man, but not as Mr. Grave. Rather, as a Mr. Pyro. But not wanting to raise alarm, he kept that bit of information to himself. “I ran into her checking out the research lab. She said she was going to the tram station to head into the seed to look at things there.” Pyro mused quietly, thinking aloud. “Oh, I see she’s already heading there then. Can you tell me where I can find the trams?” “I’ll take him there, sir. After all, I need to pick up a few samples.” “Alright then, Ms. Romulo, but be careful…” he brought his voice down slightly next to her ear. “Mr. Grave… he is a bit shady… I caution you to be careful.” “Don’t worry, sir. I can handle myself.” She looked at Pyro. “C’mon, it’s this way. “Alright, thank you.” Pyro followed Ms. Romulo as they passed through the corridors, some people giving him a few glares before going on their way. Some were even whispering as they headed into one of hallways, but Romulo shrugged it off since she did not know the truth. “We were expecting a Mr. Pyro to be Iola’s partner, not you,” she explained, oblivious to most of the staring. “But I guess things change last minute.” “Mr. Pyro couldn’t make it, so I’m her new partner.” He lied. “Ah. Well, I’m sure he has better bounties than being an escort. Though, it is a rather sad thought that he would lose an opportunity to use a PED unit. I do wonder what he would do if we told him he had the chance to use one during the missions…” Pyro could not help smirking at the statement. “He would be ecstatic, I presume.” As they headed into the transport section of the base, something crossed Romulo’s mind. She stopped briefly and looked at Pyro. “I haven’t properly introduced myself, have I? Silly me… Susan Romulo, head PED researcher here on Elysia.” The ex-pirate acknowledged her as they passed the security gates and into the sector. “Can you tell me, if anything, that’s going on here?” Susan let out a sigh as the doors opened. “No, but we did get a strange tiny reading about a day ago. The AU managed to pick up a sudden tiny radiation spike in space during a routine scan.” “Anything else?” “It only stayed for a fraction of a second, and then disappeared… But there is something very strange about it.” “The radiation spike came from the seed, right?” “That’s the thing. It didn’t come from the seed. The AU ran a trace, and the source was in orbit before it disappeared.” “That’s rather uncommon to have a radiation spike way out there. I’ll give this information to Iola when I meet up with her.” “Oh, there should be something else you also need to know on top of it…” They came to a stop in front of a large steel blast door. “It was Phazon radiation spike…” “What? That can’t be possible, can it?” “Don’t know. It was too tiny to be of a significant issue, but… We can’t take chances, can we?” The doors parted after Susan swiped her card, revealing a small group of people chatting near the eating area, one sitting on the table with a couple of men laughing loudly. “How large was the spike?” Pyro asked as he looked at the table full of jolly men. She pulled out a datapad and projected a small 3D graph. “It’s very tiny compared to anything else we’ve seen with Phazon energy signatures that fly in space, but it was enough for us to get a signature.” Pyro looked at the small image the datapad projected. “See right here? That was when we found it, but after that, it disappeared and never returned.” “So it simply flew out of the planet’s orbit?” “That’s what we are hypothesizing. It could be a very small meteorite that burned up or something, but since then, nothing.” As they approached the group, one of the men turned to look. “Hey, isn’t that your partner, miss?” he asked. The woman looked and pulled a face as she recognized the male figure, but not the female. “So it is…” she murmured. “And it looks like the sailor went fishing without me…” Several men snickered as she approached the two. “Well… looks like you’re having fun.” Pyro looked at the woman with a raised brow. “And here I thought you were too slow to keep up with me,” she snickered, her gray-blue eyes looking at him playfully. Susan looked at the woman then at ‘Mr. Grave.’ “You two know each other?” Iola chuckled slightly at the mention of this. “Yeah. She’s my partner.” “Oh! So you must be Iola, Mr. Grave’s partner!” Iola raised a brow as she shifted her weight to one side, her usual means of standing. “Mr. Grave…?” “Yes,” Susan replied. “He said that Pyro couldn’t come.” “Actually, it’s more like he changed his name,” Pyro interjected. “When I first got here, all the workers kept giving me that one look. So I decided to change my name.” “Figures…” Iola sighed. “You’re worse than a rookie Shadow Pirate trying to lead an op.” “What about you? You’re deceiving everyone with that look.” Pyro huffed as he pointed out Iola’s current look. “Touché,” she replied as she morphed out. “But, they already know…” “So did the guy I asked. Except he knew me by how I looked.” The men stared at the two, only to finally figure out that these were the two of the three hunters that Sandoval had sent to investigate as needed and to escort the large shipment of Phazon they had ready. A few had become edgy with this new development, but despite this, they knew what would happen if they crossed with either of them. “Then let’s not cause any more trouble then. Dr. Susan Romulo, correct?” “Correct.” “How about we head to the seed now, hmm? I want to see what’s going on, and how things are developing.” “This way…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Terrahawk, despite the rough winds, finally touched down at the docking port nearest the AU. Since Samus’ visit, the Federation decided to add another dock closer to the central unit so as to cut down the travelling time from the original dock. It also made for a better way of transporting goods and it was the only sheltered dock within the vicinity. Tina would have otherwise docked at another location, but with Lorrilal nearby, it was in her best interest to take care of the young one, for her sake and the sake of the federation. The last thing they needed was the publicity of a child being killed on a hunting assignment. Undoing her harness, the Watawara stood up and reached over for her spear. “We are here, Lori,” she announced. “Feel free to take your time. I will be in the hangar waiting.” The bird stepped down the open ramp and looked around. It was a standard hangar with the usual tools and a small staff for taking care of the cargo that came in and out. “Welcome to Skytown,” one of the troopers greeted. “You are Tina, yes? Sandoval sent you to check on things, right?” “Yes,” the hobby replied. “He sent us to escort a shipment of Phazon.” “The shipment will be ready within 10 hours, but it would be in your best interest to know that the GFS Griffon needs some time to refuel and clean up. While you are waiting, you may explore the rest of Skytown. Would you need some assistance?” “Thank you, but I am waiting for my companion. If anything comes up, then I shall alert you. Actually, there is something you can help me with. Do you have a map of this place? I’m afraid of getting lost.” A small datapad was produced from the trooper’s belt. “Here, take this. It’ll help you more than me. Oh yeah, if you want to fly, you might want to be careful. Wind conditions are not too favorable now.” “I will keep that in mind, thank you.” |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jun 7 2008, 10:04 AM Post #120 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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*WHOOSH!* was the sound that followed the clang of the heavy metal door being forced right from its hinges, a blur seeming to rush out of the room Keeler had confined himself inside of. Travis dived back to tuck his body in and roll to the side, coming up on one knee with his weapon held steady. Keeler had definitely been both greatly afflicted and enhanced by exposing himself to Phazon. From what it seemed, the man’s muscles were exerting far more force than they were supposed to naturally do. The fact that he was man-handling Faulias in powered armor was enough of a testament to that. Reading his face also hinted at his great mental instability, suggesting that the fugitive had finally cracked. A quick scan confirmed much of Travis’ observations. [Subject has been greatly affected by Phazon corruption. Un-natural stress upon the muscles detected in subject’s body. Chemical activity in brain suggests extreme volatility. Use lethal force if necessary.] The hunter read the words stone-faced, but within, he sighed. Although part of his job, Travis did not enjoy it when he had to take another life. But, in this case, he may have to. If he didn’t, Faulias would probably die right there. He had two options: pounce behind Keeler and remove his arms via bayonet, or simply kill the man from behind. Seconds seemed like minutes as he agonized over the decision. If he slashed the cybernetic arms off of his body, Keeler would at least be alive and possibly piece together the answers to some questions… but given he was about to kill Faulias, was that really the best course of action against him at the moment? (No more thinking, I have to act now before Faulias ends up dead!) He thought. Travis decided he would end this quickly by shooting Keeler in the back of the head with a beam shot. Hopefully, the Phazon didn’t give Keeler a slight resistance to the weaponry. He raised his wrist cannon silently, aimed carefully for the back of Keeler’s head, and set the weapon to whole beams. A quick sidestep to assure he didn’t clip Faulias, and Travis pulled the trigger firing off 5 shots in rapid succession at the back of Keeler’s head, readying the spring in his step in case the fugitive turned his attention elsewhere. Edited by Deadly Aim, Jun 7 2008, 10:05 AM.
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