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| +transcon+ | May 3 2011, 10:13 AM Post #151 |
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Metroid Specialist
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Omega-Alpha barely had a clue as to what was going on. He watched Alissa's armor light up like a roman candle in the high end of the electromagnetic spectrum, then shift forms. For her to call upon that without any vocal command or gesture had to have been a feat of her cybernetic augmentation communicating with her armor. To him, however, it was almost mystical. He couldn't hear what was being transmitted by Travis Clark as their audio receivers were on the insides of their helmets. The creature could only hear what those present were saying. He stepped closer to the edge of the roof and watched as she approached the hotel. Seeing how her body language shifted, he stepped back and broke his line of sight. He didn't want to give away her position to anyone who may have been watching Z'Gato and himself. Evidently, the plan was to move in to the trap. Omega hated traps. Every trap he had been in resulted in a painful experience with dangerous levels of cold. It deadened the nerves from the outside in causing the EM field to recede leaving his flesh vulnerable. Granted, he was still tough, but not tough enough to withstand explosives and large arms fire; and like any cold-blooded creature, the colder it was, the more sluggish and lethargic he was. Space walking (or swimming) was a different matter. There was a severe lack of sub-zero temperature substance touching him. All this thinking of freezing material lead him to think of ice beam weaponry possibly being in the trap. This had sent shivers down his back. The creature was obviously not pleased. But, since he saw Alissa moving towards the hotel, he could only think that this was where Jenosa was taken, and that "Deadeye" told them he had reason to believe this. It may not have been completely true, but this was the information he had to go on. He lost his hand-held transceiver in the first explosion back at the hangar. "Creator," he growled as he turned his scowling face towards Z'Gato, "tell Deadeye if I have to save his tail again, he will regret it. Tell him I am a trained Hound. He knows what Hounds do. Ask him how I go in." He figured that since Travis and Samus were friends, she may have trusted him enough with a few details about her hatchling. Though this wasn't a complete truth, there just so happened to be enough hints dropped that Travis should have figured out Omega's allergy to ice weaponry, and kept in mind as to what he was so he could be directed more effectively. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | May 3 2011, 11:27 PM Post #152 |
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Z'Gato looked over at Omega and nodded, attempting to open up another communique with Deadeye Clark. Z'Gato couldn't help but smirk at the creatures words, however. Eventually, Z'Gato patched his message through to the fellow bounty hunter. "Omega would like you to know that he would not be happy with having to save you again, if this should come to that. He remarks that he is a hound, and I'm sure you know what such beasts are capable of. Any ideas how he, or really the both of us, should proceed inside? I'm not exactly one for knocking on doors and asking to be let in," He stated, looking over the facility as if the whole place was rigged to blow at a moment's notice. This whole situation smelled like a trap, and while he was more of the type to spring a trap just to smash heads in, simply walking in and taking the worst of what they had to offer would be absolutely unsound. If Jenosa could come back to life once, who's to say she could not do so again? He did not speak this aloud, however, as he looked over at Omega. "The way this Deadeye might have us proceed is to simply knock and ask to meet with this Delacroix. If we try to attack, young Jenosa's life might be in danger again, but the more we wait, the more time our opponent will have to prepare. Yes, Deadeye would like us to just...talk...to this man," Z'Gato informed Omega, a strong sense of distaste filling his voice, as if everything about that plan seemed like a bad idea to the Creator. "Even though I would much rather pull out his spine." Z'Gato finally motioned for Omega to follow him, the Chozo warrior climbing down the building and casually walking through the streets towards the facility. If they were to go through the front doors, straight into the maw of their assailant, then so be it. Z'Gato was not afraid, he knew no fear. He finally stopped in an alleyway, directly across from the facility's front door, making sure not to be blatantly visible to the building quite yet. Even if their opponent knew of them, how likely were they to be actively surveyed? |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | May 4 2011, 01:08 AM Post #153 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"I'm pretty sure it's no secret to either of you that they may very well have an Ice Beam weapon somewhere on this premises." Travis replied, jumping over another rooftop. "Omega, if that is the case and we confirm it, I want you to avoid any direct confrontations; I'll give you an earpiece that's slave to my radio when we meet up, so stick it in your ear. If I so much as hint there's an ice based weapon, you make for the shadows and start picking them off if it comes to a fight. There's also a chance that if this happens, Alissa may also end up cutting the power; take advantage of the darkness if that happens; you're a trained hound, right? You know how to hunt. Considering who your... benefactor is. "Trust me, I'm not going to get her pissed off by getting you hurt.... as a matter of fact, depending on how heavily armed Delacroix is, you may want to at some point ask to go outside and reinfiltrate from there; that way you won't be terribly vulnerable to some sort of static trap considering your physiology. No offense." Travis pondered, mulling over another thought as he continued traversing the urban jungle; he was getting close. Edited by Deadly Aim, May 4 2011, 01:09 AM.
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| ~The Boss~ | May 5 2011, 01:50 PM Post #154 |
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The Grand Royal hotel was an impressive, palatial building situated right in the heart of downtown Durendel. The exterior was polished granite, with Greek columns at the entrance and bronze statues of ancient kings. The lobby floors were marble, which gave way to lush carpet once you got into the halls, and the atrium featured a fountain with a statue of Alexander the Great that was imported from a museum on Earth. Security, while appropriate for the hotel, was light considering the high value target the hunters were pursuing. Men in blazers with earpieces roamed the premises, but there was no heavily armed security force. Likely Delacroix had his own personal guards. At the moment though, they were apparently laying low. Or perhaps they had been called off. However, that didn't mean that nobody was watching. Cameras were everywhere, and there was no telling who was at the other end. ....................... It didn't take long for the city to spring into action. Shortly after Constantine received his confirmations from the powers that be, a black & white arrived at the hangar to pick up Rex and remand him into GFed custody. He was finally in a situation he was familiar with - handcuffed in the backseat of a squad car. "I want a lawyer,' Rex said as they headed out into the city. "I'm a federal citizen, I got rights goddammit!" "Shut up," the officer in the passenger seat said. "Hey, kiss my ass, pig! You don't tell me to shut up! Freedom of speech, man, I'll say whatever the hell I want!" He watched out the window at the other cars passing, and the gleaming Durendel cityscape. The sun was starting to set, and it made for a beautiful shimmering skyline. However, that wasn't what caught Rex's attention. "Hey... hey you guys missed your exit. The station house is that way, man." "I thought I told you to shut up." "Yeah, but..." Rex trailed off, realization finally dawning on him. He should have seen it right away. "Oh, goddammit, god-dammit! Clark, you stupid sonofabitch!" With that, the cop whipped around and stuck his sidearm in Rex's face. "Shut up or we do you right here!" With that, Rex fell silent. He didn't say a word the rest of the way. |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | May 5 2011, 02:24 PM Post #155 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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["Travis, the Federation has taken Vega into custody."] "Nothing wonky?" Travis replied as he descended another skyscraper. He could see their destination from where he was in mid-air; posh, polished and ornate. He supposed it made sense for a man as arrogant as Delacroix to be here; either that or he simply had big bucks, but it mattered little. Travis zoomed in with the scanners, examining the outer courtyard below with various spectrums before flickering back to normal; guards and cameras, very standard stuff. These guys probably didn't have much of a clue, or if they did they probably just didn't want to bump into people like him. ["No, standard procedures, confirmed identities, it's just... I don't know, call it an intuition if you may, but something felt, off, rushed..."] "Hm... you could just be paranoid, but you know, now that you mention it that does bother me..." Travis mulled over, thinking as he spoke. "IF Delacroix has been watching us for some time, how has he been doing it? Why do I feel like there's something more to this then weapon smuggling?" He thought to himself for a moment or two. Constantine raised a good point; considering all that had happened, it didn't hurt to be slightly paranoid. "Get a feed in on local police Dossiers and check-ins, Constantine. How long has it been since they left with Vega?" ["15 minutes..."] "And how long does it take it take to get to the local precinct?" ["40 according to my map. Why?"] "Because I think I might have just bit Delacroix's bait hook line and sinker...." Travis swore under his breath. He knew Delacroix had pull, but this much? "If Vega doesn't show up on any of those feeds in 30 minutes, let me know. I don't know what it is, but something isn't sitting right here. We're still going ahead with this operation though." With that, Travis finally descended to street level and started walking towards the hotel, hoping the others would follow behind him. |
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| ~Alissa~ | May 7 2011, 12:03 AM Post #156 |
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The decent through the elevator shaft was uneventful, it was more or less as she expected any such place to be, dark, fairly noisy, and slightly dangerous, she dangled from the bottom of one of the cars before reaching and pulling herself against the wall and beginning to climb again, she had been surprised by the lack of security in the shaft. Though she considered that was more because she was expecting the sort of high security one found at a military installation, which this was not. She reached the basement level and ran her scanners through their various bands, wall penetrating x-ray showed there were no guards, and EM scan showed that there were no cameras in the area which gave her pause, even with normal security there should be a camera on the doors, a flicker caused a slight smile, there was a camera, it is however broken it seems. Alissa reached to where one of the tech blades was secured at her hip and pressed the button activating it, a long thin knife sprang from the handel, which was not what she wanted, flicking the button again it extended to very nearly a sword in length, three more flicks and it took the shape of a small prybar, which is what she needed. Moments later the doors were pushed open and Alissa stepped through letting them close behind her moving towards the shadows she looked around a moment, the place was empty…well not empty, but there no one she could see, and no signs that it was used for anything other than storage. Alissa opened her com “Constantine?...” Travis had said that this Constantine whom Alissa had yet to meet would be working as support, which in her world meant he would handle communications for the team as they might be busy at the moment “there is nothing down here, no guards, no locked rooms, not even a working security camera” she was moving along looking for the utility room “I’m going to set up a blackout then move to join up with the others” Outwardly she was totally silent, still cloaked her suits internal communication systems handling the link between Alissa and the arctic storm. “Can you point me towards the electrical room?” Edited by Alissa, May 12 2011, 02:07 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | May 7 2011, 12:38 AM Post #157 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Ah, so you can hear me down there. Well then M'dear, let's begin." Constantine shuffled about within his cyber domain, smoking his pipe. "The electrical room should be down the hallway, three doors to the left. Also, another thing; until we manage to get closer to Delacroix, the guards are off limits; I can see just from Travis' HUD cam that all the men out in the courtyard are simply blue-collar guards hired by the Hotel; there is plenty of guard and camera presence, but that's it. You are to remain a ghost until otherwise specified; don't cut the power just yet. I'm currently working with Durendel Power and Core to correlate a staged blackout with trusted local law enforcement. They are going to stage a blackout in the area so the majority of the civilians and guards will be moved due to 'power concerns'. It seems they want us to have leeway on this one." |
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| ~Alissa~ | May 7 2011, 01:04 AM Post #158 |
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Alissa paused as she listened to Constantine before continuing down the hallway. "no trace...understood" she stopped at the door and began working at the lock quietly "there is something off about this, no security, no signs that this is anything more than a normal hotel basement. the most out of place thing i have seen are some old holiday decorations. where ever they have taken Jenossa it is not down here" she entered the room and moved towards the junction box opening it quickly, three disks were removed from her belt and placed alongside the lines feeding power to the hotel. "I'm sending you the command codes for these, the first one will blow the lines...should provide a bit of planned chaos if we need it, the second will render these inert, if we don't use them for any reason please do this...I don't like to leave bombs behind" Alissa slipped out of the room and closed the door re-locking it "please provide the others an update, I will finish my sweep then make my way up to the suite" |
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| ~Metamyth~ | May 8 2011, 02:38 AM Post #159 |
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(OOC: Apologies for the massive post... had some catching up to do. This part is all flashback; will write the rest later, its 2:37am right now and I'm tired.) *One Month Previous of Present Day* The sun was coming back up by the time they were finished. Faulias had somehow managed to graft an entire engine from his ship onto the Pelican, the end result looking far from spaceworthy. Nick had given the assault rifle to Casey while he pitched in with the work, telling her to shoot if anything funny happened. She had the duffel bag slung over her shoulder as well. Neither one of them had let go of the bag this entire time. Nick couldn't have looted much from the dig site, and yet they were guarding the bag as if they had the Holy Grail in there. "She better get off the ground," Nick grumbled. "We need to start chuckin' gear out the back just to break atmo, you're going first." "Throwing the mechanic out the airlock when the ship breaks?" quipped Faulias. He sat against the back of the ship, wringing his hands; they were worn from being tangled in wires, fuel lines, and scrap metal. With a groan, he hoisted himself up, softly chuckling as he came to a full standing position. "That's Scanlan logic for ya." With gusto, he slammed a hand down on his repairwork. "She'll get us to somewhere where they can do better. You know, maybe a place with tools." Sadly, tools had been few and far between in the salvage they were able to use, and he was forced to use only his hands for a large portion of the work. His best having been done, Faulias turned and began to walk around the ship to hop inside, brushing against the barrel of the rifle Casey held like it was a pesky tree branch rather than a weapon. To be honest, he was numb enough from the physical work of it all to where he didn't notice, but it might have come across as brutish and quite possibly stupid. Regardless, he worked his way across the sands, gently stepping into the Pelican. "By the way," he called from inside, "you can loosen your grips on the fucking bag already. I'm just looking to get off this rock at this point." "Brother, if you knew what I got in here, you wouldn't let it go either." The makeshift engines flared up, and Casey guided the Pelican up off the ground. The craft shuddered violently, though all of their repairs managed to hold fast. Once things got stabilized, Casey fired up the Jump Drive, only for them to hear it sputter and die. Nick got up out of his seat and banged on the hull, and the Drive started to spin up again. A quick flash, and they were away. Two jumps and all but a few precious drops of their fuel later, the dropship arrived at a space station that was the first outpost of civilization they had come to since leaving G79. It was an old Fed station, still active but largely ignored, staffed by a skeleton crew and inhabited by only a handful of troops and civilians. Here they would refuel before heading back out again. They had an appointment to keep. "This is where you get off, buddy," said Nick to Faulias. He thought about throwing in a threat to stay gone of be dead, but he figured that was probably implicit. "Hmph, guess so," Faulias said slowly. The implied threat was not lost on him, and in a way, he had missed verbal warfare for a change. The happenings on the planet had left him tense, and it felt good to just talk. He got up from his seat on the floor, by the door and an armed Casey, pulling himself up with the walls of the ship. He began to step out of the ship, but hesitated, one foot out as he turned to look at the others. "Hey, Nick..." He looked at Nick, then to his girl. She still looked intimidated, but like she had managed to psyche herself up a bit since their scuffle. He smiled at that. "You got a good kid on your hands here. Treat her good." Then, he jumped out, and headed deeper into the station. ~ *Three Weeks Previous of Present Day* "Mr. Kayhorn, we can't keep doing this." Faulias stood in the middle of a semicircular table, surrounded by a board of administration. They were the representatives of the founders and owners of Titan Industries, the suppliers of his equipment. Each and every one of them had a scowl on their face. "This marks the thirteenth time that we've had to completely rebuild your suit, you know," said the middlemost chairman, the likes of which sat in a slightly elevated chair compared to the others - a vain gesture of minor superiority. "You're not just wearing a suit of armor out there, Mr. Kayhorn... you're wearing our investment. Our money. And you've destroyed it far too many-" Faulias snorted, cutting the man off short. "That's what this is all about? I had to charter a ship here to this shithole for you to tell me that I'm being too rough with your 'investment?' "Well... yes, but I don't know if you fully realize-" "You wanted it stress-tested." "Not just the suit, Faulias, but the weapons and ship as well were-" "You wanted it all stress-tested," he repeated. The massive man made sure to clearly enunciate his frustration at the situation, using his massive hands as he spoke. "That's why you came to me so many years ago. Not Deadeye Clark or Samus Aran. You came to someone you knew would treat it like shit. Me. The center man rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh before he continued. "Mr. Kayhorn... we don't have to keep you as a tester anymore. We have other field agents, ones whom have managed to keep their suit in one piece, might I add-" Faulias threw up his hands. "Waitwaitwaitwait. So, none of these kids have even broken anything yet?" "Well, no, they haven't-" "You don't know the limits of your own equipment!" he roared. "You can't test something if you don't break it! A hotheaded younger executive stood in the man's defense. "With all due respect, Faulias, the simulations were very clear about the limits of our-!" "Your simulations are flat out bullshit!" he shouted, slamming his hands down on the table in front of the man. "There's a fine line between a program and a battlesuited man in a warzone!" He thrust a gnarled, calloused finger into the man's face. "That line is something you will never appreciate buried behind your desks and your idiotic paperwork!" In an apologetic motion, the younger executive bowed his head and returned to his seat, his face a bit paler than it was before. "Faulias," the center man said hesitantly, "we have enough funding to supply you with one more suit and ship. This will be our final model in the series, which means it will be your last suit from us. As for weapons, you will receive a crate of munitions in your new ship's cabin to assemble yourself... as per usual. But this is all you'll get from us." The other executives simply shook their heads, some grumbling to themselves, but Faulias was already turned away, headed for the door. "Damn well better be there by the time I get to the hangar," the mercenary complained, throwing the door open and slamming it behind him. There was silence in the board room after the echo of the door faded away, broken by the center man once more. "Stevens. Send a code to Faulias' suit computer. If there is any sign of dismemberment... have it upload him the bill." Edited by Metamyth, May 13 2011, 12:49 AM.
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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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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | May 11 2011, 11:20 AM Post #160 |
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Z'Gato nodded as he received the communique from Travis, leaning around a corner of another building to observe their destination from a short distance away. Their enemy likely was expecting their arrival, though Z'Gato did not like walking into a well-laid trap like this. He turned towards Omega. "Considering one showed up, it is safe to assume they likely have more Ice Beam weaponry within that building. Deadeye wants you to avoid any direct confrontations if we do see that kind of weapon in action. Once he links up with us, he'll have a device for you so you can stay in contact with us if we all get separated," Z'Gato said, explaining Deadeye's instructions. "If such a fight takes place, he wants you to...remain hidden and attack from the shadows. If you would rather, you might try infiltrating yourself from the outside and sneak your way in," Z'Gato finished, figuring he summed it up pretty well. He looked back over at the building, waiting for Travis to link up with them. |
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