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After-Effect; Post-AC RP
Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,560 Views)
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"Mr. Clark, men such as myself have existed since the beginning of civilization," Delacroix replied with a sigh. "People always want what is forbidden to them, whether it's weapons, drugs, sex, information, even ancient technology. And there will always be those who step up and provide it to them. Simple supply and demand, now surely you paid attention in high school Economics? For every market, there's a black market. You may not approve, but it's the natural order of things. I'm merely a part of the ecosystem.

"Now as for your question - have I been watching you - well not necessarily, not you personally. Certainly I know who you are, I've read your file once or twice. And I've heard quite a bit about you as well. My dear friend Mr. Jim Vega likes you very much, despite you having cost him four years of his life. Says you're the only bounty hunter he's ever met that's got any sort of principles.

"Now Ms. Arma on the other hand, yes, I have been watching her very closely indeed. I'm not looking for anything in particular from her, as you suggest. I just... find her interesting. I'm a very curious man, you see. Especially when it comes to those who are as unique as Jenosa. Now I'm not planning on whisking her off to some science lab and cutting her up into little pieces, if that's what you're thinking. Like I said, I prefer to observe subjects in a natural environment, with as little interference as possible. For everything else, well a few drops of blood should be more than sufficient."

Delacroix drained the last of his drink and set his empty glass down on the coffee table, his gaze shifting from Travis to Z'Gato. "And what about you, sir?" he asked the Chozo. "You ain't said but two words since you got here. I am curious to know what's on your mind. Did this particular Ice Beam belong to you personally? Because if that be the case, then perhaps we might be able to work something out."
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Z'Gato tilted his head to the side, stretching his neck muscles. His anger was flaring to life again as this Delacroix direct the conversation over to Z'Gato. The last thing the Chozo warrior wanted was to speak to this scum, nor was he really interested in whatever deal he had. Still, Z'Gato was curious, though he was more wondering what kind of interesting pattern this man's blood would make across the wall of this suite. He resisted the temptation for now, his free hand flexing visibly with irritation.

"I do not speak much, for there isn't much for me to say. Deadeye Clark is the talker here, I am merely a warrior. I speak through actions," He boasted flatly. "No, the Ice Beam Enhancement Module was not mine, though by extension you might consider it property of my race, which is almost entirely extinct. I have yet to meet anyone else of my race that survived the great fires of warfare. Personally, I believe it should remain out of Human hands, as your race has a habit of corrupting anything they touch..." He said, irritation filling his voice, "...but that isn't my call to make. As for what's on my mind, if I had it my way, you would all be dead or close to it without a second thought, authorities be damned. However, you have expressed a cunning I do not normally see amongst your kind, particularly with securing Jenosa Arma. She's the reason I have not already opened fire," He said, his irritation growing, as if he was honestly angry at the whole situation. "While I want that module so that I may safeguard it, her life comes first," He heard himself say, which caught him by surprise as much as it might to Travis. "In the grand scheme of things, it is only a single weapon. Even if you find a way to mass-produce it, it's uses are limited. If you want to go around freezing people at whim, that's really not my problem."
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(OOC: Shin, I specificly intend to get to you in my next post. It was just that I was incredibly focused on this part, and while also incredibly interested in it, I was also being a slight perfectionist.)

Jenosa's eyes briefly flickered blue as she momentarily wondered what it was that was being said between Spider and Omega, but paid it no real attention as she was far more focused in using what brief, meanile distraction to get free of her bonds. Even if it didn't didn't detract Spider's attention, she desperately wanted to get free of her bonds, her heart pounding with a deep anxiety and frustration. Hell, chances were, he didn't give a damn what she did, because he had the complete confidence that she'd be unable to squeeze out of the rope holds, less be able to over power him. She was, after all, an unarmed, unagmented, regular woman against a hulking pirate.

At least, that's what she kept telling herself, but the pounding, instinctual sensation coursing through her mind said otherwise. Yeah, she knew she wasn't exactely human, but, to her, she still had a very human-like, female body; she didn't feel more physically resistant or stronger about herself. Yet the sensation coursing through her body had become so...primal, as if it was instinct part of her biological hertiage.

And now, pounding so rapidly and deeply, everything about gripped her mind; her muscles became taunt, her breathing became more rapid, and her green irises flared a almost constant electric blue. And while she was attentive with all five senses, her sixth sense became far sharper, and not just of everything around her, but...of herself. Of the vibrant, living - alien - energy she was, pumping through her body's muscles like blood pumping through veins.

As though it was second nature or by reflex, this aspect - this essence - of herself became focused into the part of her body that seemed most appropriate: her hands.

Somehow, someway, her bonds began to losen with her struggle.
Edited by CEMP, Aug 20 2011, 07:53 AM.
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OOC: Honestly CEMP, just go with the actual RP. No one else is where I am and just about everything which has happened where I am is either slow moving or inconsequential.

I don't mind sitting this out, just focus upon GMing the place where the others are.
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"Mr. Delacroix, I understand you are a learned man... but you are still a criminal. A criminal who has my friend in his possession; one whom you have threatened with death in order to obtain your... precious cargo. Which I happen to have. You have correctly deduced that I value my comrade over your weapon. However..."

Travis was dangerously close now, any closer and Delacroix would be able to press his face against the visor, but not in an aggressive way. Rather, it was sheerly confrontational posturing; foreboding, but not aggressive.

"I have news for you... there will be no deal tonight. Mainly because my friend Jenosa would be hard pressed to forgive me if I let you have the weapon. Now if you don't mind, I am going to find her, come back up here and put your ass in jail. Have a good night, at least what's left of it. And just so we make things clear? I think men like yourself are true scum; wolves in sheepskins; at least Jimmy admits to being a fairly bad guy. So... if you do try to follow through and succeed? I will then come back up here, and the only way you and your trusted subordinates will leave this hotel will be in body bags."

He walked out, deliberately turning his back to Delacroix, and with a focused punch, smashed the door to pieces before breaking into a sprint, waiting to see if Delacroix would catch up. "Alissa, come in! What's the situation, where is Jenosa? Alissa?"


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"Well, to be honest with you, I believe that this man right here my creator, if memory serves; I am more or less based off his mind, but my persona is absolutely, completely separate from his," Constantine replied, stretching.

A holoscreen flashed up in front of Alana featuring an aged, Russian man with a bald head and a braided beard, snow white. His eyes were hazel and weary with age.

"Doctor Rusko Konstantinov was the man who did my original programming and probably, more or less, what I would look like if I had any actual flesh.

"I'll be honest with you, I find it incredible how he ever managed to design me."
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"That boy certainly does have a flair for the dramatic doesn't he?" Delacroix mused to no one in particular. "Darlin', would you go after him, please?"

Angel Face nodded and followed the armored hunter out the door. Once she had exited, Delacroix locked eyes with Z'Gato and drew a pistol from his jacket. It was a strange looking piece, nearly identical to the weapon which Rex Vega had been carrying. This one, however, gave off a much different energy signature as it charged up.

"I am afraid this is where we part company, sir." Delacroix took a small com out of his coat pocket. "Spider, execute the prisoner," he said, before tapping a series of buttons on the device. "I would have much preferred to reach a more peaceable resolution. However, Mr. Clark has made his bed, and now he must lie in it."

With that, Delacroix pulled the trigger, blasting the Chozo warrior with a high-power phazon beam.

"I am sorry that it had to come to this," Delacroix said, grabbing his cane and getting up from the couch. At that moment, one of the police gunships that had been patrolling around the hotel flew into view and hovered outside the balcony. Hanging out the side was a gunner operating a heavy machine gun turret. Almost immediately he started firing, providing cover for Delacroix to make his escape.

"Right on time," he said, hobbling over to the shattered picture window as fast as he could.

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"Hey Clark!"

Angel Face stepped out into the hallway as Travis made his way to the stairwell. "We're not through with you yet," she shouted down the hall as she began walking towards him, the blue glow in her eyes pulsating ever brighter.
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Z'Gato turned to watch Clark leave, his beak clenched in anger. So Clark had gone all this way, jumped through so many hoops, just to spit in Delacroix's face and needlessly endanger Jenosa, and walked out. Calling Delacroix out like that, Z'Gato both resented Deadeye, and yet, respected him for taking the most direct route. Z'Gato was about to follow suit, when he turned to look at Delacroix, seeing the pistol in his hand. The Chozo warrior was barely quick enough to bring his own weapon up, the cannon charging up for an attack when the Phazon beam slammed Z'Gato in the chest, sending him flying into the opposite wall with a resounding crash. Stars fluttered in front of Z'Gato's vision as he tried to shake off the impact, his suit reporting a near-penetrating hit on his frontal armor. Thankfully, it had held, but the suit was already compensating by injecting a number of pain suppressants as well as combat drugs into his system. The Chozo's adrenaline was artificially jump started, putting him into that timeless euphoria and drive of battle, but even with the adrenaline, combat drugs, and pain killers, his chest still felt pain, which was surprising.

"You will---grk---pay for that!" He yelled as he attempted to stand, his suit already trying to counteract the effects of the Phazon poisoning, though it was a mostly unknown and foreign substance. He would just have to push through it. However, a police helicopter began pouring heavy automatic fire into the room. Z'Gato raised his arms up to protect his chest and head, heavy caliber shells impacting his armor or bouncing off harmlessly, but the sheer force of each shot was enough to throw him back from each impact, causing him to walk back from the relentless barrage. He finally was able to leap away from the helicopter's arc of fire, but the damage had already been done. Multiple impacts and punctures were reported throughout the suit, the armor already injecting more pain killers and combat drugs to counteract the pain, while a few special injectors tried to perform what first aid it could, immediately clogging bleeding wounds.

Z'Gato's breathing was pained as he kneeled behind cover, bullets riddling the area around him, but thankfully, he had found a reprieve. His own blood was trickling down plates of his battered armor, just as his personal shields came back online, covering his armor in a protective layer of kinetic protection. However, the helicopter soon left to be on it's way when Z'Gato finally broke cover to return fire. He snarled in anger at his opponent's retreat, but he was also angry at his failure to take down Delacroix. One good Super Missile might have been enough to take down the vessel, but now that it was out of sight, it would be a strain to catch up to it.

His mind immediately realized what Delacroix had said over the communicator, Z'Gato's eyes widening in alarm as he made his way out the door. He had to find Jenosa before she was executed, but he had no idea where to look. However, at this point, he spotted 'Angel Face' and Clark about to face off against one another. Z'Gato's breathing was shallow, labored, but purposeful. He refused to succumb to his wounds just yet, not until he accomplished what he came here to do.

"Alissa, I need Jenosa's location NOW. Omega, are you listening? Have you made any progress?"
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After turning a couple of the floors of the hotel into something straight out of a horror film, Omega-Alpha caught a whiff of something tantalizing. Phazon. It was a floor above him. After taking note that there was a new player on the field dropping down towards the basement, he walked over to the opposite staircase shaft.

He looked up. It was just a matter of how to catch this prey off guard.

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"Hey Clark!"

Angel Face stepped out into the hallway as Travis made his way to the stairwell. "We're not through with you yet," she shouted down the hall as she began walking towards him, the blue glow in her eyes pulsing ever brighter.

If it was one thing that he observed through the floor where he found the Phazon-mutated human, that neither of them felt fear. No fear. No remorse. It was as though they were machines. Delacroix especially. Calm, cool, collected. He could not have been human at all when faced down by a hunter who is second only to Samus Aran and a Chozo Warrior. In fact, he had to have been stupid.

A metroid like Omega-Alpha thinking of someone as stupid.... The bar had certainly been set.

From around a corner between the woman and the hunter, the Metroid appeared. His maw was already open as his towering form descended upon Angel Face. In one quick action, his mouth made the easy attempt at clamping down upon her crown. That phazon was going to be his.

One would die, the other would live. There was no room for negotiation. There was no room for leniency. The phazon would be devoured. What was left was completely up to her. The Queen did decree that Metroids shall not eat the flesh of Humans. As a phazon mutant, she was no longer human.

It was just a matter of if she regained her human form after the phazon was completely leeched out of her. Then, it was going to be her actions to determine whether she lives or dies.

But, for now, the big bite was coming, relentlessly and mercilessly.
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(OOC: a bit of an Auto here…in the interest of moving things along here, I can take it down if need be

Alissa barely felt the her foot’s contact with the armored head of her opponent, the suit took most of the shock, and the kinetic field generators transferred more force than some one her size should be able to generate at any rate. She pivoted on her other foot and came around in time to see Faulias sprawled face down on the floor after the blow and moved placing her foot on the back of his neck pressing down as she reached to her belt pulling a small device and placing it on his back.

“This is a device I use to blow the hatch on tanks, I don’t know what it will do to your armor…if you would prefer not to find out you will not tamper with it, and will not pursue”

The explosive used what the techs had called a molecular adhesive, essentially a low strength weld it was enough to keep it from falling off and to make it difficult to remove without the correct tool. It contained a shaped charge used to blow locks or punch holes in armor.

With that Alissa switched off her external speaker and took off through the open door down the hall towards the elevator. Her cloak activating as she started down the hall.

“There is a corridor in the basement that is nor part of the building plans, it is likely this will lead to the hostage” came her reply to Travis and Z’gato.

She rounded the corner and started to the still open elevator doors, jumping through and allowing herself to fall towards the bottom rather than climbing. Her suit generating a kinetic field to cushion her landing before she started through the basement once more, this time with a goal in mind, she kept the tech blade and her pistol drawn as she came on the extra hallway continuing her sprint.
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Travis tucked his legs into a roll and dodged as a few heavy caliber rounds came tearing through the wall; while they would be absorbed by the shields, repeated impacts from heavy ballistics would eventually deplete the shielding, not to mention throw him around a bit. Z'gato's gruff transmission only a moment later didn't help the situation.

(So that's how it is... either Durendel's got quite a few dirty cops or this was set up in advance.)

He narrowed his eyes as he scanned one of the expended casings. Too many questions were showing up in this bounty.

As soon as he heard the woman's voice, Travis pivoted on his heel and turned, his weapon preemptively aimed. He adjusted his shot a bit, trying to get a bead on the woman's head.

"Do yourself a favor and don't foll-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as he shuffled back to avoid the dark shape leaping out from the shadows. Omega had struck as if from nowhere, appearing with all the ferocity and cunning of his feral benefactors. It was one thing to read about Metroid attacks, Travis had to admit... to actually be seeing one right in front of him was both awe-inspiring and surprising.

Whether Omega had intended to save him or not, Travis wasn't going to complain.

"Thanks, Omega..." He said over his shoulder as he ran down the stairs, quickly descending and making his way for the hotel atrium.

The central lobby wasn't unlike one of the more famous hotels on Earth he had seen. From his position the hall brought him out over the main lobby and various levels of balconies, leading off into hallways and more balconies with rooms.

Alissa's reply quickly came through.

“There is a corridor in the basement that is nor part of the building plans, it is likely this will lead to the hostage," Came her somewhat mechanical voice.

"Right then, heading for the basement then. Head there, we need to get there as soon as possible!"

Travis hefted his body over the railing and landed in a squat, not really caring that his footprints were clearly visible in the stone floor.

(Gotta make it in time...!) He thought to himself, dashing down the halls.
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