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| ~Alissa~ | Feb 7 2011, 01:39 AM Post #101 |
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Alissa was fairly used to being underestimated, she is after all not the most imposing figure. Neither particularly large or possessing of an intimidating build most attackers often mistook her for if not an easy target, at least less capable than she really was. There are of course elements to Alissa that make her significantly more than she appears to be. The first of course is augmented genetics, increased reaction times and strength clearly important here. She noticed her attacker shifting her weight at the onset of the attack, it was fast but not the fastest she had seen, not be a long shot. The second advantage Alissa possesses important to the situation are bionic enhancements to her nervous system, and muscles, allowing an even greater level of strength from her small frame, and a speed that bests even the fastest human reaction times. And then the third advantage Alissa posses at the moment, her body armor, at the moment appearing little more than military grade full body armor, complete with visored helmet, the suit was black, small armored plates covering vital organs, fairly normal in appearance, however the suit like everything else that is Alissa's is a perfect example of Nano-technology applied effectively, the under layer of the suit is woven nano-strands that act like muscles, adding additional strength and speed to the subject. These things however also made Alissa more than a bit arrogant in some situations, her suit began a scan but to all appearances this was a normal human woman, likely well trained and Alissa suspected there may be some enhancements but till the scan completed there was very little she could know, however she did know that her training and equipments made her capable of taking on a heavy cyborg without weapons, what could this woman do. Though the helmet could have absorbed the impact of the kick Alissa shifted her weight a bit leaning back the few inches needed to avoid being kicked in the face as her right hand shot up to catch the leg at the ankle holding it there as she stood up strait once more. The attack had not required even a shift in states for Alissa, she was still very much in her “normal” mode. “I will never understand the need for banter, it seems so....inefficient”, the visor cleared a bit letting her attacker see her face through the shield before Alissa moved shifting her weight and grabbing the foot now with both hands and ducking a bit, spinning intending to either dump the woman onto her face or dislocate her hip, either would work, but Alissa was not one for long fights |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 8 2011, 12:12 PM Post #102 |
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Clockwork Master
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Ra sword struck te back of the creature's neck, punching through the armor like tinfoil, but with a tiny flare in the slit in it had created, it stopped short as if the skin was rock and sword and was medieval. The effect caused it to slide off instead of penetrate deep into flesh, only leaving a light gash in the back of the armor and causing the man to stumble. As he did, he hissed in pain from the strick, as if he had taken more damage than it looked, and spoke in a raspy voice, "Wretched -Mindless - ANDROID!" At that, he whirled around like a pitcher; and struck Ra with a light blue ball of energy that certainly sent Ra flying onto his back. ------------- Jonathen Kaul stole an anxious glance at Cayla Skyle, a blond, pony-tailed Federation physicist that he found himself talking enthusasticly to a lot. Her faired skin, average body wasn't as leath, fit and generally attractive as some of the other females here, but her round, optimistic face couple with the independant intelligent in her grey-blue eyes always seemed to grab his attention more than anything else Cayla noticed him, and gave the shy, dirty-brown short haired Confederation mechanic a wispy smile; one that held a tinge of nervousness akin to his own, showing that she didn't let her optimism get the better of her. It was clear to him that everyone in the room took the lack of radio contact as a bad sign. They were supposed to have constant contact with not just the guard's outisde, but the fleet as well; and a lack of there could all sorts of reason, all of which weren't good. Part of John hoped it was not the reason he dreaded the most, one that should not happen but he felt a apprehension. His fear for this eased maginally when the scientist they sent came with a grim faced Federation soldier, not a horror struck one. And though his presence and the news he bore certainly put everyone on edge including, it partially relieved him to have his own fears put aside. The soldier spoke in a concerned but stalwart tone not gave John an idea of how grave their sudden situation, "We are under attack by an unknown, humanoid enemy, and currently completely cut off from communicating with the rest of the fleet. We have no idea how they managed to get onto the surface, pass all the fleet in orbit, but if they wanted to catch us by surprise, they sure did." Kralken Diad, a green, hard skined alien, Federation scientist came forth, his black eyes riveted with disbelief, "Are you telling us that despite the military presence surrounding this place, we have an attacking force that is, quite possibly, bearing down on this facility?" The soldier nodded grimly, "I'm afraid that's the reality of it. A good portion of our surviving forces are several outnumbered because of the gorilla tactics they played; we're doing our best to ralley the remaining troops into the ruins so as to bunker up long enough for the orbital fleet to notice. What these humanoids are that are attacking, though, they seem almost emotionless; mindless really. Coordinated, but mindless in the sense that they don't give a damn about fear and pain." The mindless bit had John concerned for a momemtn, but upon quickly thinking over the details, these 'mindless but coordinate attackers' could have been anything. He wasn't about to jump to conclusion; one thing he did know, this, this was certainly not going to be the relaxing, inspiring research that he had hoped for. Many of the science team looked about, frightened at the news and creating a small commotion before the soldier spoke up. Some demanded actual proof that this wasn't some kind of spoof, but Onca, the one who had fetched the soldier in the first place, said he could see the battle occuring. Kralken spoke, "Speak honestly, do you think we have a chance of surviving in these maze-like ruins while being cornered like mice." The soldier took some offense to the words "cornered like mice," but responded, "At the moment, it looks grim, but we have to try." Everyone looked around with apprehensively, some with a lack of confidence. That was until a disembodied voice of an old man echoed throughout the chamber, "Ahem, I believe I might be able to turn this deathtrap of maze into a bunker for us." --------------------- Jenosa coulnd't quite believe what she had done in much the same sense that Alana was completely baffled. All she could recall was the distinct urge to wrap her hand around the medi laser and just...be in tune with it as she used it. It was weird certainly and was ceertainly an urge that she had been inwardly frightened to give into; yet after all had been said and done, she felt - fantastic. Invigorated in fact, and she didn't think it just had to do with the laser, oh no; she no longer felt the pulsing sensation pounding inside of her body. She runned her hand down across the side of her abdomen as if to confirm that the wound that had realed was really human skin. It certainly felt like it; and like nothing had ever touched it at all. Getting off the table, Alana asked incredulously, "How...did you do that?" Jenosa just shrugged, said simply with a smile, "Instincts." Yeah, instincts, she reflected, knowing full well that it had been those alien instincts that had guided her. her fear was that would become a terrible compulsion, and yet, after doing it, she felt so good. It was...it was like she had finally gotten to finally flex her muscles to a large degree. As Alana and travis moved onward, Jenosa went to get her suit. As she layed eyes on for the first time a long time, she felt a mixture of emotions running through her. It was the only thing that had kept the infection from turning her into a mindless abomination, but it also bore the regretful memories of her taking that klife changing job; the fact that she had even given this suit should have given her a bigger warning that she was getting into something very messy. But she had taken it, and here she was now the suit that seemed to have become her companion. If anything, it had saved her skin from outside dangers as well as inside, and she knew it would be of great protection against the fatel dangers they would face. That, and if using the medi laser had been flexing a single muscle, wearing this would allow her to flex every single alien muscle in her body. She just hoped that this time, there wouldn't be any danger 'inside' to be concerned about, especially when using the suit. That being said, anyone who thought the suit had some sexual references should get slapped into the face. It was true that it wasn't bulky and certainly went with the contour of a female body, but it was wasn't a wetsuit either. It had armor plating in, and despite it's appearence, the blue material was just as solid as any other metal. Yet it was flexible for the wear and would become stronger tenfold when she wore it; Tavis and Z'Gato might of had armor tha made them look like tanks, but the armor was also light and allowed for easy manuveuring. It was just to her liking. Meeting up with the other's, she was greeted by Travis's A.I., who's hologram made her shudder inwardly; it always felt weird holding energy that looked like human flesh and foot wear. "A pleasure to meat you too. You're Travis's A.I. correct? You certainly got quite the live characteristics despite being one." She turned to Travis, "I guess we should get to the others, but I'm curious; what do you plan to do with Rex?" |
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| ~Penultimate~ | Feb 11 2011, 07:39 PM Post #103 |
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Just some new guy
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The sounds of feet pounding upon the sand entered the ears of the numbers twelve men as they jogged within the blaze of the sun, the light casting shadows and twirling them around as the angles changed from the massive orange eye stare at them, sending a slight glimmer of shine down the wet areas of the white suit the commander wore and a trinket of a glare along the metal of the black covered solders. Occasionally the air around their heavy boots would get kissed and caressed in the sand as they kicked it with their heels up into the air due to the level of weight they was running with, making the soles of the men gripped the ground then throw it away as they moved more and more closer to the ruins, leaving a faint pair of boot prints in the sand even as they managed to clamber up the rocky path way and onto a higher level of ground smooth surface, almost like a miniature cliff although this ledge seemed to be host to some very basic and foreign plant life, some were like veins sprouting from the ground, others were simply a bush with spiky allotment of balls hanging from its red leafs, although no matter how harmless they may have seemed the trooper had to direct themselves around them, making each of the mens curved diversion as they could not risk getting struck by a poisonous plant. Unfortunately this was a defense mission, not a survival or scouting one so a trooper with advanced biological understanding of various plant life was not assisting them thus leaving each of the troopers to loss a bit more breath as the path that was longer had only been extended by the sheer lack of luck they had to encounter these primitive life forms but of course not a soul sighed or mumbled in anger at the increased distance, if anything it determined the lot to carry on more ruthlessly than before. It was generally un-seen but hints appeared on the troopers flesh that showed up at random points when they moved the carnival of joints they had, though shaded by lighting and their own shadows the peeking of hard line muscle and frowning eyebrows just under their helmets showed every few seconds while the strength of power in the squadrons legs increased making the men let out a few gasp every now and then when the heat hit the members hearts and minds when encountering a small down hill that appeared from the cliff to the main route towards the ruins, they had at least a few metres ahead of the other forces as well as eliminated a large possibility of getting spotted by enemy units that had pasted the base due to the alternative route taken. It was longer and more dangerous due to the unknown plant life along with the jagged rocks. A few seconds past as they started to slowly descend from the outward poking boulders that slowly went into a more vertical earthen waterfall rather than a down hill as they descended further more to the end of the detour,being but a few feet off the ground but yet not enough to risk a jump with such heavy suits on and equipments being carried by everyone, especially the radio specialist with them and thus each of the troops that managed to get onto the ground slowly started to jog forth, waiting for their team mates to touch the floor too before bursting into a quicker run towards the ruins that was now in sight. As the military continued to make their way through the sand covered ground the inevitable sight of the crater came into view, especially when the troupe was not too far away from the earth that fell victim to the hostile intentions of the rallied humanoid forces that were battling earlier for the control over the Ruins. It was not that the men had not seen craters before but seeing the full sight of a MAC gun damage up close was indeed a spectacle to behold for even the most hardened of troopers, it was if the hand of god clenched and slammed upon the land of mortals like a frustrated artist pounded at a desk, leaving un-imaginable destruction for everyone to see. The sprinkles of glass, flesh and crushed vehical still swirled in the air around the crater as the breeze stroked the scolded skin of the planet, blowing off the stuck amounts of glassed flesh and armor that were un-fortunate enough to fall before the radius of such a monstrous weapon. Veolant ducked and tackled into the side of an old ruin and shattered wall that was painted in the old, un-mistakable grime of age, it piratically reeked of mold tagged along with decay and various other negative qualities. Any symbols or writing that once stood upon the sides of this alien construct has long faded from its stony flesh and left nothing but a rocky structure that reached at least a metre high and two metres long, just enough room for two other men tackle the sides along with him for cover while the others that found no room simply hit the floor and laid upon their bellies with their plasma rifles drawn as they scoped each of their phyzors along the surroundings while the eclipse stricken circles upon Veolants head twirled towards the direction of his radio specialist next to him. Nothing was said but movements were made, twirling his fingers to the side as he poked his scalp over the wall to see what was before him up ahead. There was indeed a number of faded structures, some that he simply could not wrap his mind around and others that represented strongly what would of been a human design,what was once a confused looking gesture took more shape as he made a symbol of three with his fingers and then jolted them forward towards a set of steps that leads upwards to a trio of tiny rock formations that had took place in collision with with an ancient wall. With that the solder Jeremy along with other troopers, each gifted with a orange stripe across the sides of their arms started to shuffle forward, all of them wearing shielded battle armor like Jeremy and all of them holding a long, thing tube with a short supply of plugs traveling down the sides to the handles bottom, each tinted slightly at the barrels to indicate a plasma weapon although these each seemed to be more purple and vague orange tint rather than blue that shined from the nose which it self was bulky and fat which made it an opposite to the thin pipe that made the torso of the gun. It would be safe that by the sheer size of the weapon it is a light assault based gun and thus more made for mobility and not inflicting massive damage. A second past as the solders all grouped up along the stairs and behind the small sections of left over wall that had been mentioned earlier, all of them landing the belly of their guns upon the thick head of the desolated ruins as they twirled their eyes about in a close examination of any approaching troopers. A still silence took hold as the three kept a look out before a gentle breeze of air past, emitting a gentle whisper. As the sounds of soothing elemental breaths entered every ones ears the white donned commander slowly started to shake his wrist towards himself, gesturing all the others to begin following his own treads in the direction of the stairs on the far left side of the un-kept structures, the opposite direction of the massive crater so they can as far away from the possibility of dropping in due to a accident or even worse, being flanked and force to go around it to escape "Holy shit...." Whispered one of the solders in a African accent as he turned his eyes towards the devastation the previous rally of shots that had been fired caused, staring forth at the destruction when such a sight was in even more detail form his position before becoming more obscure as he jogged gently with a hunched back along with the others before twirling his head forward to peer at his team mates when reaching the stairs which was half eaten by sand, forcing gentle crushes of pebbles and grit as they wandered to the top. Veolant quickly gazed towards the endlessly numbers of left over rocks and dwindling electrical wires that had been left out due to damage and decay, some still twitching slightly with a gentle buzz out of the sides of a massive, still standing wall. Pillars aligned the Centre of the top of the stairs, kissed in the vague shapes of pictures and alien writing that rather frankly not a single trooper paid attention to, each merely passing them by as they slowly descending towards a opening in the doorway which glowed in a Erie fashion. The gateway to the internal sectors of the ruins was dressed in a number of un-readable writing over the stony skin it bore, just like tattoos on a creatures flesh, although these tattoos were accompanied by a number of small dots that shimmered with a variation of neon lights, lighting up in the shade that it cast upon itself. The gate was left just a width open,perhaps the shock from the pounding hammer of the fired MAC round had jammed the mechanism that allowed it to open and close, Revealing a large amount of blue lines traveling across the side at the entrance that just barely managed to keep the dark at bay from peoples eyesight,s making the scene vague in its light, at best it was like being in a forensic crime scene at the very entrance when only blue led the way. The league of troopers all gazed forth at the opening as they got closer and closer, standing but a metre away while the three still kept an eye for the not long ago left behind forces. The heavy specialist slowly lift his head and mechanical eyes at Sergeant Veoalnt before glancing back once more towards the lighten hallways before tearing his lips apart to speak in his deep and strong voice" I don't think any of my grenades will be of any use in there...my heavy machine gun might help but I only got about two clips due to having to carry that ditched gun..." the fellow informed his higher in a rather pondering tone, getting slightly more slow and quieter as he reach the end. The Sergeant only let out a easy nod in return to the speech that had just been expressed before taking a hearable breath and uttering forth "Lets get this door open first and then set up a defense...you three, go back and watch out for any survivors or approaching forces while we pull this open.." in a rather more up beat and generally bravado tuned gesture rather than the deeper depressed voice he bore on the journey to this location after the incident with the left behind men. As the commanders voice ended the heavy specialist and two more men started to walk towards the opposite side of the ruins, ducking behind a pillar that had been knocked down and now laid as a pile of curved rocks bundled together, reaching high enough when mounded upon one another to a suitable defense position. The two fellows that towed in line with the heavy were both black in skin although one was much darker than the other each however reached the height of five foot eight to ten, appearing mostly the same when bearing a dark helmet upon their heads with a reflecting phyzor that shined brightly within the suns glow. The only real notable difference was the darker figure was wearing a gas mask below his which had a series of wires reaching from the front to the back of his shoulders were a pair of small canisters sat, he also wielded a strange looking weapon that of a rectangle design, assuming a primitive style while a big square sat upon the top. The barrel was none existent in fact there was simply a pair of holes jammed onto the front of the torso which read up to a metre long while minor pair of spherical balls sat upon the side, attached to it by a set of clips which glowed in a neon red fashion near the handle. The two sides now had a trio of troops keeping an eye out for any possible dangers while the remaining six stared at the rift between the door that lead into the blue light, this group mostly consisted of the radioman and the commander with a number of standard infantry all who had started to take their step towards the door on each side, stopping a metre away before two of the solders looked forth at Sergeant before peering at the gap once more before the dark goggles of the Veolant stared forth as he talked in a slightly slower speed of tongue "You grab the left and try to tear it open, I'll take the right with another two..." He broke into a small under tone of stress near the end before starting to wander forth with the group, each separating a few feet between one another as they each clenched their fingers on ether sides of the door. |
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Pride is just a stepping stone to Humility. "You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather"-Outcast "Those that trade liberty for security, nether deserve liberity nor Safety"-Franklin "First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win"-Gandhi | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Feb 11 2011, 07:52 PM Post #104 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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".. in all honesty, considering the situation, this ship may be the safest place for him aside from GF HQ." Travis said, scratching his chin. "I mean, if you're not for it I understand, he's the reason we got attacked in the first place, but... he's also our only witness thus far. We need him alive. And personally while he is... less then scrupulous, I don't think he deserves to be hunted and gutted." "A valid point Travis, but if anything this city may also be a spawling death trap. We don't know the identity of your assailant, nor do we know what they are capable of and how far they are willing to go. And to be honest, the thought of the Arctic Storm suffering damage isn't exactly... comforting." Constantine chimed in before turning to Jenosa. "By the way, I hope you don't mind, but after you were taken to the coroner Travis studied the mechanics of the suit along with me... with all due respect Ms. Arma, that suit is a feat of engineering the likes of which has never been s-" "Yeah, about that," Travis cut in. "Sorry if that leaves you uneasy, but he's right. I'm always on the lookout for ways to improve my armor's performance and thought I could learn from your armor's example. And besides.. well.. we both know what I thought then." "Ahem." Constantine coughed before continuing. "As of right now I think it safe to say that this ship will act as our base of operations for the time being. Ms. Arma, as Travis stated feel free to check the arsenal, he does keep quite an array of tools around..." Travis tapped his armor-clad fingers on the counter. "Indeed. Constantine, can you do me a favor and start finding information of Delacroix? I need as much viable information as we can get. I want to know who we're dealing with. He sounds slick, so likeliness of having a criminal background on file is small, but if it seems viable, search it." "And what of you?" Constantine asked. "What is your plan?" "Try to figure out who would be ballsy enough to try to blow about four bounty hunters sky high." |
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| +transcon+ | Feb 13 2011, 07:07 AM Post #105 |
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Metroid Specialist
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Dumb vs. Looks "Trap," Omega-Alpha muttered in a low rumble as though he inhaled as he said it. "Don't like it." He stared at the card after removing it from the envelope. Carefully, with both hands, he turned it over a few times in thought. The tail lazily lifted and lowered rhythmically, and his head tilted from side to side. Ideas were brewing within his alien mind stemming from the few short months of training his Mother and mentor provided. Doctor Tara Dillard, a Metroid research survivor of the BSL Incident and mentor, thought it would be in his best interest to train to become a Hound: a specialized member of the Galactic Federation Bounty Hunter Guild. Not only was it a way to temper the aggressive behavior of when he was a Gamma Stage at the time he started training, but it gave him focus for something important to learn. It geared him for his almost child-like goal of "becoming a defender of the galaxy". The occupation would certainly fit well with someone (or something) of his skills and innate abilities. To search, rescue, and/or recover missing persons, kidnap victims, information, goods, and possibly more complicated tasks and roles along similar lines. He wasn't an official Hound as of yet since the researcher needed more data from testing, and what was garnered from the creature's adventures. Both Doctor Dillard and Hunter Aran needed to be absolutely certain of not only his abilities for the occupation, but his temperament for rational judgment. Omega-Alpha was, in some cases, a "wild barbarian". It was believed by his mentor (and even his "mother") that he could not be tamed as expected by galactic society and civilization. This only because he wasn't human to begin with.... As he turned the card over and over in his hands, he thought about the time he was last taken against his will. The exposure to beta radiation forcing him to spawn seven Humanoid Bantee stage daughters of which four of them died. When he went along with the two female human mercenaries who claimed they knew his Mother, he saw very little deception. It was true that they knew of her, but they didn't know her personally. The latter part was conveniently omitted, hence his suspicion didn't alert him until it was too late. As he stared at the card, he knew he needed more information. Although the young man who handed off the card did so because he was simply paid a sum amount of money, with the series of events he figured that there was more to it than that. It was simply the fact that "a bad guy" was behind this, and not to simply take the card as a hint or invitation. Whoever paid the kid did not want to be known. And, the trap itself he had no information on at all either. They were hunting a person who did not want to be seen until the conditions the prey set for itself were met to leave the predators at a disadvantage. A spider-like tactic. Stay motionless to attract as little attention as possible until the fly was caught in the web. So, he figured, to diffuse the trap, don't get caught in the web and make the spider starve. Make the spider starve, it will have no choice but to move to a better position. It would be at its most vulnerable point while it was moving. "Welcome to my parlor," the creature muttered after a time. "Skrrr." "There are eyes everywhere," he spoke up with his voice returning to the usual shrill tones. "Whrr, Bad guys know where to look. Sent human instead." Delacroix wanted to confront the hunters, probably to have a display of dominance because of the Chozo tech, Omega thought. If the bomb from earlier was a warning to stay away, he wouldn't have been holding that key card. "Going to Delacroix is bad," he tried explaining. He stopped twiddling with the card and tapped a corner against his forehead. "We need to make him move. He had people, and our tech. If we can take the floor away...." "Sckrrr..." he rumbled. It was tough to come up with a plan of action when there were so many things to consider! His brow was furrowed as it was obvious that he was trying his best while still keeping a suspicious eye out. "Call Constantine," he finally requested of the Creator. He knew of Constantine, though they never really met. He remembered Jessie Falcon's 'spirits' (a term Omega-Alpha used to describe artificial intelligence constructs) talk about it in passing while they were hunting for Mister Clark in the first place. "He is the spirit of Travis' ship. We can't wait for them. We might have to go back. We need a map. We need to know what we can about the ruins where Delacroix gets stuff from, and how. We need to know what Travis is doing. He should be with the others. Make sense?" He couldn't convey his thoughts well enough, but he was at least hoping that the request for information regarding the Chozo Installation would be enough of a message to show that there was another option available. What to do with it was another story. |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 13 2011, 08:25 PM Post #106 |
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Clockwork Master
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"I got nothing against him being here," Jenosa commented. "I could care less what happens to him on a day-to-day basis, but right now I agree with you." When Constantine and Travis commented on her suit, she gave a flattered blink, "Ummm, thanks; but if you're looking into gaining more insight on the suit I use, don't ask me. I'm not a scientist, and I'm certainly not the one who built it." She really didn't know anything about how the suit worked, only what's it's functions were; which, truth be told, bothered her. For while it was comforting to have the suit snugly protecting her body, and invigorating in a sense, there was something...wrong as well. She hadn't noticed it when she first put on the suit, but it had finally hit her; she couldn't grasp and operate any of the suit's gauntlet functions. Chiefly speaking, the weapon settings such cryostasis, plasma bombs, a few other settings, and, her favorite of all time Adrenaline Rush. It didn't worry her so much as it...bothered her. She consistently tried, with her mind and muscle, to access any of these settings, to no avail. They were and she could feel them, but they didn't respond; she completely unable to connect, and it was certainly aggravating when her favorites 'toys' was so close but so far. It left her momentarily perplexed at this was happening, but she decided no to bother about it. She could feel her strength pumping through her protective skin, ready to protect her vitals, and her gauntlets ready to close around a sphere of energy like it were snow. She was combat ready, that was for sure. Flexing her gauntlets in anticipation for action. Then Alana spoke up, "If you don't mind, I'll stay on the ship. I have some...important data to run over. I'll be on call as a doctor if need, and seeing that you have all the necessary medical equipment onboard, I don't think it's necessary to back to my apartment." "Well make yourself comfortable, "Jenosa quipped, "I'm pretty sure Travis won't mind." She gave a Travis a wink, then she continued him, "If we're going to be keeping Rex in the brig, I think it would be polite of us to at least tell him what's gong on, and why, don't you think. That aid, shall we give this Delacroix a visit." |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Feb 13 2011, 09:51 PM Post #107 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Yeah, let's contact the others and get moving, we've got alot of ground to cover." Travis nodded, placing the helmet back onto his head, the suit mechanisms locking it with a click. As he walked back toward the brig, he stopped and reached into the refrigerator to pull out a bottle of Mount Everest Beer. While he didn't drink beer himself, Travis kept it on-board for guests and for his captives; to help as an icebreaker on occasion. He was a feared hunter in the galaxy to be sure, but he wasn't without some compassion; Rex Vega was more akin to a rat to be sure, but there were those out there far worse then him. The cell door window opened with a hiss. "Here Vega, since the hunt's over, try to at least relax yourself." Travis stuck the bottle out within grasping range. "Listen carefully," He continued. "your little stunt with the ice beam earlier isn't the only reason you're locked in here; if it isn't blatantly obvious to you, somebody out there is trying to kill you... and while I don't think you're any shining model citizen, I'm not about to let you die. So until we resolve this, you won't be leaving this ship, if only because you're our only chance at proving Delacroix' involvement. So you might wanna get comfy, sorry to say." With that, the window shut again with a hiss and he turned around to meet Jenosa's gaze. "Let's roll out. Alana, you're welcome to raid the fridge if you wish." |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Feb 14 2011, 12:55 AM Post #108 |
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Starfeather
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The Chozo warrior eyed the creature cautiously for a long moment as it spoke, fingering the trigger of his blaster. A nervous habit, but a habit nonetheless when he suspected danger. However, when the creature mentioned contacting Constantine, the warrior made a gruff, annoyed grunt from his throat. "Hmnf. I do not agree with your...tactics...but I shall contact him anyway," Z'Gato said as he blinked three times on the communication icon on his Heads-Up Display, switching to the last frequency he had for Constantine, as dated as it was. "Constantine, this is Z'Gato. Our...friend...suggests that we speak with you and Travis. This hotel is believed to be a trap, so we will need to flush out our enemies somehow. Perhaps you might have some sort of information as to where our enemies draw their technology and resources from for their...perversion of Chozo weapons. "Travis...I assume you are on this frequency as well?" |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 15 2011, 06:55 AM Post #109 |
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The woman in black was spun around and hit the ground face down. She rolled over and drew a pistol, firing three shots at Alissa's midsection. That armor looked pretty tough, but the woman had armor piercing rounds in her weapon. Might be enough to punch though, but even if they couldn't it would be a good test. ........................... Rex wasn't really a beer drinker. Like his brother, he preferred hard liquor. But he was also parched, so he grabbed that bottle and chugged it down. Then he smashed the bottle against he wall in pure frustration. Seeing as how he wasn't going anywhere for a while, he took out the deck of cards from his jacket pocket and started up a game of Solitaire. Thankfully, his cigarettes hadn't been crushed in the scuffle. ........................... Grace's head was cold. She ran a hand over the soft stubble where her hair used to be, still getting used to how it felt. The orange jumpsuit was surprisingly comfortable though, and with all that ink on her right arm she looked like she'd been in the joint for years. Across the table from her, the detective who had been interrogating her for the better part of two hours tapped his pen against his notepad. It was getting really annoying. "So tell me about Delacroix." "Delacroix? What the hell does he have to do with anything?" Grace relit the cigarette that had gone out sitting in the ashtray. She'd gone through three so far in this interview. "He was your client, wasn't he?" the detective asked. Grace didn't answer, only staring down at the table. "The job on G79," he said. "What we've spent the last two hours discussing. Weren't the two of you supposed to see him when the job was done?" "Nick never said anything about Delacroix," she finally said. "All he told me was old stuff is worth money. Those were his exact words. He never said nothin' about who hired him to do the job." "What did you take from the dig site?" "It was just a bunch of old statues n' shit. Not the kind of stuff that Delacroix is interested in, unless he's developed a taste for ancient alien art." The detective rifled through a manila folder he had on the table, finally finding a photo showing a small statue of a crab-like creature holing a spherical blue crystal in its claw. "Did one of them look like this?" he asked. "I dunno, maybe. I never got a good look at 'em. Nick was the one who snatched 'em up. I was mostly just shooting at people and trying not to get shot." She trailed off, then added, "I remember they were ugly." He raised an eyebrow at her, then jotted some stuff down on his notepad. "So... Delacroix..." "Yeah? What about him?" "Tell me about him." "You're asking the wrong person. Jimmy and Nick are tight with him. I keep my distance." "And why is that?" "Cause he gives me the creeps, that's why. Whatever he's into, I'm pretty sure I don't wanna know. Look, where the hell are you going with this?" "I'm just trying to figure out what he's up to. He wanted Chozo technology, and you got it for him. I want to know why." "There wasn't any technology, just the statues," she shot back. "And before you ask, I don't know anything about the Chozo, either." "We know plenty about the Chozo. I want to know about Delacroix." "He dresses like a pimp. And I shot him in the knee once." She stubbed out her cigarette, and looked back up at the detective, a whole new intensity in her eyes. "And if you wanna know why I don't wanna know what he's up to... it's cause he knows lots of scientists. Geneticists. People who've done all kinds of crazy things. Probably responsible for a lot of the freaks of science who work for the Hunter's Guild. So just... use your imagination." Grace reached for another cigarette. This time, the detective lit it for her. "Let's go back to when you shot him in the knee," he said. "You stole a briefcase from him. A briefcase that ended up in the hands of one Martin Keeler." "Well I don't know what he did with it, you'd have to ask him. He might not be very cooperative though, given that he's dead and all. And I have to ask again, where the hell are you going with this?" He glared at her. "What do you know about Phazon?" he asked. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Feb 15 2011, 09:10 PM Post #110 |
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Alissa had seen the woman in black reaching for the weapon before she turned to fire. the woman is faster than Alissa had expected however that was not really a concern at the moment. Alissa knew her armor, she knew that it was unlikely any round fired from a pistol was going to penetrate the armor plating. she also knew that this woman's boss had access to advanced technology, and it was never advisable to let some one shoot you if it could be avoided, however at this range it was not as if she could really get out of the way. she was moving before the woman in black finished rolling over, turning at the waist to present less of a target, and remove any flat spaces to hit, a glancing shot was preferred. Kinetic shields activated to take some of the energy from the rounds, though they could not take it all by a long shot. the shots glanced off her ribs, Alissa felt pain where there would surely be a bruise, perhaps a cracked rib. glossy black plates cracked outward from the location of the impacts sending the energy from the rounds around the shape of the armor rather than into the person inside. Alissa was faced with a problem now, the woman she was facing is clearly armed with the intent to kill her, however Alissa had a need to keep this woman alive, if for no other reason than she might provide useful information, and the only non lethal weapons she had meant closing to a dangerous distance with her attacker. Alissa reached to the small of her back where two objects that looked more like medium sized flashlights were attached, she withdrew one and depressed the button, the weapon expanded out from the handle to about the length of a nightstick, it was mat black in color with silver bands at regular intervals along the length, blue sparks played along the weapon indicating it was a bit more than a club. the cracks in the armor were already starting to pull together as the nano-plating began self repair, tiny machines replacing or rebuilding those that had been damaged by the gunfire, and realigning to restore integrity while Alissa moved swinging out with the baton at her attackers hip, just because she was not going to kill her target it didn't mean that she would not injure them, she would just avoid the vital areas. |
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