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| +CEMP+ | Aug 10 2011, 11:35 AM Post #211 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: WARNING: Imbalance detected! Commencing counteractive initiative immediately..... Code name: "YOU - SHAL NOT - PASS!" ....Travis clark. Also, tell me if there's anything wrong with this Boss. I shall get to Jenosa's part later.) Just as Travis rounded the corner of the passage that led to the basement section, his foot had stepped on something that went click. Travis only had a second to look down and see it was a perculiar mine that had gripped his boot. The blast didn't occur in the form of a shockwave, but rather like jet, as if it had actually exploded inside a short, steel pipe. While not hitt his entire body rather than a good portion of his leg, the blast was enough to send him flying. Right into Scallare Forcefield had been set up. The system was portable and easy to set up, and unlike others, it only allowed people with the proper authorization device to pass through it. That said, bullets, energy bolts, and most other forms of fire could easily pass through, either by the owners or the intruders. And the owners in this case were the heavy vest clad mercenaries that decided to take the opportunity to pop up from their cover and fire down their CR-8 Pulse Rifles. Given the style of their surprisingly protective vests, they were obviously mercenaries hired and contracted from a the Brazen Security firm. They were well known for their clean work, effciency, good equipment, and the nakk for not being seen when they didn't want to be. Although they attacked with efficiency, they were mainly being paid to mainly block and delay anyone going into the basementat the moment. And right now, there was no other way into the basement except through the force field. EDIT: (OOC: For clarification, this even it not taking place where Alissa is. For all intensive purposes, she's very far away from his location, so chances are thse won't be any physical interaction between Travis and ALissa.) Edited by CEMP, Aug 10 2011, 01:30 PM.
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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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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Aug 10 2011, 03:55 PM Post #212 |
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Starfeather
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Z'Gato was quite taken aback from Omega's actions. Of course, the Chozo Warrior knew Omega was some form of Metroid, but to see the creature actually act like one and perform it's race's basic function...the experience made Z'Gato's stomach churn from sickness. He stood there for a moment, watching in horror as the display unveiled itself, but the shrill of gunfire snapped him out of this nightmare. Z'Gato proceeded towards where the gunfire was, wondering just what Deadeye Clark had gotten himself into, though Z'Gato was lightly limping due to the puncture in his right thigh armor. More combat drugs and painkillers were injected into his bloodstream and, soon enough, the pain ebbed away, allowing the Chozo warrior to run normally, the euphoric feeling of the adrenaline high filling his senses. However, as he looked around the corner, things weren't exactly looking well. Apparently, some mercenaries were blocking the way down below, not to mention using some kind of force field, which Deadeye was now stuck in. Must have been some sort of trap, the Chozo mused, and he set his scanners to look for others that might do the same. However, there was still the obstacle of getting through those Mercenaries and down below. Below. Z'Gato looked down at the floor he was standing on and he suddenly had an idea. Switching his cannon over to a Super Missile, he leveled it at the ground nearby and fired, causing quite the loud KABOOM and opening up a hole in the ground, leading to the floor below and, hopefully, around those Mercenaries. As much as Z'Gato wanted to rip into their ranks and utterly destroy them, Jenosa's life hung in the balance. Arming another Super Missile, however, he aimed it towards what might look like the control unit or emitter for the forcefield that Deadeye was now caught in, and fired, hopefully taking down the field. Z'Gato then looked down at the hole he had created and scanned for threats. Once he was satisfied it was safe, he would then leap down and continue. |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Aug 10 2011, 05:34 PM Post #213 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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(OOC: "U SHAL NAWT PAZZ" part deux. Lemme know if you want me to chang anything, CEMP, since I took slight liberties.) "UNGH!" Travis was sent spinning through the air, landing hard on his back and grabbing at his side as he slowly sat up. The suit shields had held -albeit barely- and the suit itself had suffered only scorching and a missing cosmetic fixture on the knee, nothing vital to the function. The man inside however, was not in such good shape. It didn't appear that he had any internal bleeding or broken bones, but Travis was definitely bruised up a bit, and his left hip was incredibly sore. Still gaining his bearings, he removed his helmet and coughed hoarsely for a moment before gagging and spitting out a small blot of something dark and red. (Oh great, I think that's blood...) He wiped a hand onto his mouth and discovered the overpowering scent of iron and red upon his hand. It appeared a blood vessel had ruptured inside of his nose as well, and his nose had slowly begun to trickle a red river. And that's when he snapped back into reality.... the hum of a weapon powering up was more then enough to get Travis' attention as he quickly dodged and rolled to avoid a salvo of pulse rifle blasts, his breathing speeding up as he snapped the helmet back onto the suit. Furthermore, it looked like he had been trapped inside of some type of forcefield... great. His sensors were awash with information as he scanned, trying to see who his attackers were. They were humans, using heavy protective vests and CR-8 Pulse Rifles; Travis remembered handling one before, a nasty piece of work. Dodging to the side, He brought his arm to bear and returned fire, and slitted his eyes when the forcefield absorbed the blasts. "Takes a soldier to kill a soldier..." He said below his breath as he dodged and weaved between the mercenary's shots. He was trapped like a rat, and he knew it. Either he would have to find a way out of the force field, or he would die simply from fatigue. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the room and mercenaries got out of dodge as a huge explosion ripped into the area, blasting a huge hole in the ceiling. (This hotel is rapidly becoming a battleground.) Travis looked up to find none of then the Z'gato standing at the top of the hole, taking aim again. Wait... was he going to... "Oh you CAN'T be serious!" He said out loud to himself as a second blast rocketed through the hall. Travis found himself flying again, but this time, he was able to right himself, riding out the force of the blast in midair as the force field flickered out and allowed him free reign once again. His breathing considerably faster, he turned his head around for a bit, waiting to see where the mercenaries were now that they had failed to contain him. He would have turned and headed down the hallway too, if it weren't for a small complication... The blast had collapsed part of the floor above, causing a heap of rubble to block the hall Travis had been using. "Son of a bitch!" And that's when he noticed the green laser sight by his foot. Seconds swam by slowly as Travis widened his eyes and moved to roll out of the way, back flipping to the side and bringing an arm to cover the visor. "RPGs! Look out, Z'gato!" He shouted hoarsely through the comm, clearly battleworn. Travis rolled around a corner and returned fire, it was going to be a long night, but time was already running out. He and Z'gato would now have to deal with the mercenaries AND find another way around given that the hall was now blocked. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Aug 15 2011, 11:12 PM Post #214 |
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Alissa emerged from the bottom of the elevator shaft at a sprint heading towards the unmapped corridor. She knew she was the closest even before she left the security room, and the words of urgency from the others told her that they were running out of time. She skidded to a stop looking out at the rumbling of explosions from the floors above taking a breath. “don't bring the place down on our heads” she radioed up “I don't like the idea of digging my way out” and with that she took off running again, she felt the familiar detachment of her mind as she moved, with the safeties removed the world seemed to move more slowly around her, though she was quickly covering the distance her perception was much smoother, this allowed her a chance to take in details. It also allowed her time to think. And there was one question that was primary in her mind....why was she helping these people? She had no professional reason too, they had not even accepted the contract together. And though she agreed that the loss of Jenossa would be lamentable, she could not understand why she was so invested in the success of this mission. By rights she should have followed Delacroix, instead she was running towards likely violence with one of his goons to rescue an ally. Not an ally, a potential friend, an aspect of her humanity she had not really explored. Alissa paused placing a proximity mine before continuing on, she was fairly sure her bluff would be called, not that the explosive was dangerous and able to punch through armor, but that it was sensitive to tampering, that had been a lie. The device is remote controlled, but with his suits strength there was a good chance he would be able to just rip it off and follow. That thought spawned another, she had told thousands of such lies in her life, more when one counted infiltration. In those situations her life was in real danger if she was discovered however she had never felt even the slightest tinge of fear, what was driving her to slap a second mine to the wall just down the hall? She came to a stop as she rounded the corner, a doorway at the end of the hall was blocking her path and likely lead to her objective, she took a breath and drew her second pistol aiming at the door and starting to run again, the weapon fired exploding rounds, the would strike at hinges and the latch as well as a few stress points so that when a few seconds later when Alissa's full weight hit the door it shattered and she could easily take aim with both pistols at the Zebasian. |
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| +CEMP+ | Aug 23 2011, 01:48 PM Post #215 |
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Clockwork Master
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The question in what Jenosa was doing to loosen the bonds that had been expertly tied barely even flickered in her mind. In fact, the looser the bonds became, the more of this thought was absorbed by the pounding, primal urge to just get goddamn free. It was as if her freedom was just as instinctual as her survival was, and in concert, so was this attunement with her own biological energies pumping through her body; focusing and channeling them to overcome the obstacle that bared her freedom. Yet, even as this feeling became stronger, there was a nagging sensation in the back of her mind that struggled to be heard, and in a brief moment, the voice of her identity broke out, causing her to momentarily freeze in panic. This...shouldn't be hers; these primal instincts, thoughts and reflexes shouldn't BE Jenosa Arma. They should be - feel - entirely alien to her mind; instead, they felt like one of her own. It was just like when the Scurge Source had invaded her head, blending with her mind while it's ego tried to subsume hers as she struggled to fight it off. And she wanted to do the same with these feelings, except in that very instant, she both saw and felt Spider's scythe blade light up. All thinking in her head blinked out of existence, just like that, as her survival instincts it into overdrive, and everything she did was pure gut reaction. Bio-energy surged through her arms and into her hands at a whim, and without barely using any force ripped apart her bonds. In that same motion that was an arcing blur of cyan, as Spider's energy scythe was coming at her neck, she swiftly swung her arms about and...caught it with her bear hands. There was, ironically, no surprise on Jenosa's face at how her hands, which had a faint electric blue aura around them, had not been sliced like butter; less hold it like it were solid. There was only a face of desperation that struggled to hold of the blade, which equally seethed at the ungodly searing pain cutting across her palms. If Spider had been taken by surprise by this, it might have only been as a brief, blank stare when his blade stopped before subtly going back to that of a professional. While Jenosa was not as strong as him, she was certainly putting up a stubborn fight to keep it away from her face. Not wanting to waste time, Spider attempted to slip the blade from hands by yanking it out, but all it did was drag the chair along the floor; beyond any physical reasoning, her hands remained glued to the blade, her irises brimming with a fiery electric blue. Jenosa's body, however, was still tied to the chair, and having no way to physically hold her ground, was shoved against the wall in an awkward fashion as Spider attempted to press the advantage. At the very same time, he rammed his claw right into her gut, winding her, and letting out a barely audible groan as she felt them stab into her. He quickly followed this with a twist of his arm to grind her organs...except he couldn't. It took him a small instant to realize his claws had only pierced up to her muscles, and it was as if the fibers taught, paristeel cables. But while he only managed to elicit small, pained groan, his blade had leaped several inches dangerously close to her face. He could see her strength waning, the blade coming more and more closer, and- The electric blue aura around her hands suddenly brightened and grew, and like a living organism, slithered onto, and coating, the edges of the blade. Growling deeply in effort, electricity crackled between the emitter and scythe right before the blade literally snapped off. If it didn't seem solid in her hands then, it did now, for it showed no signs of dissipating, and, having already partially cut through it's owners arm, was being thrust forward right at Spider's face like a real dagger. |
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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~ | Aug 24 2011, 02:06 PM Post #216 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Another explosion rocked the hotel. (I need to find a way to stop these guys from firing those rockets before they bring the top of the hotel down onto us...) Travis' thoughts were racing as he saw Z'gato forced to jump out of the way as an RPG round blew a new entrance to a nearby hallway into the wall. A fire had now started inside of the hotel from the use of the explosives; it was contained but the exposed wireframe smoldered with flame and the smell of ash as a dark smoke blew into the room. Then suddenly, it became awfully quiet, nothing but the occasional crackling of the flames. The room had broken into an uncharacteristic silence. ------------- Something wasn't right, Strike note as he counted the shots he had remaining in his rifle, hugging the wall and moving prone, slowly through the smoke. Charging into the smoke would have been completely idiotic, but he was surprised that these two hunters were apparently not making an effort to chase at all. "Snigg, why did they stop firing? Don't you think that's odd?" "What...? What the hell are you talking about, Strike. They can't see us through the smoke, at least not from our bombs; the Rederein nanites block thermal and most vision types, at least for them." Snigg loaded another RPG into the chamber and began stepping back with the barrel aimed through the smoke. "And besides, you saw that one, I think that was Deadeye. He looked like he was hurting a bit, I doubt that they're going to come after us in the state there in. Now c'mon, let's get the hell out of here and get paid before the cops show up; if they find us fighting the hunters we won't be free men anymore." He fired another RPG at what would have been the taller hunter's last position, hoping just to stall him more. "I wonder about that..." Strike murmured, continuing the prone retreat. -------------------------- Unfortunately, Rederein Corpration's nanites were not only expensive, but they didn't block sound and couldn't block past the smoke. Travis watched from the room aboven through multiple visor settings, now stalking his prey from above like a hungry tiger. He was elusive yet imposing, waiting as the ground shook from another RPG shot fired... there. If those rockets didn't stop, Z'gato would probably get hit by one eventually; he wasn't going to have that. It took him back to his days in the Commando Elite, in his unit; they had been called the Ghost Huntsmen as their division name; able to slip into the shadows, moving swiftly and then attacking with unwarranted ferocity and able to defend what they wanted well, even from the shadows. And now the golden moment of opportunity arrived as Travis watched from above. Using his various visor settings, he read the lips of the man firing the rockets. He mouthed it. "One second, out of ammo, cover me". This was it, before they could move into position. Taking aim with his wrist-cannon, Travis loaded a missile into the chamber. He was about to fire.. when something unexpected happened. ------------ (OOC: This portion brought to you by CEMP Post Industries) One of the commanding Mercs raised a finger to hold fire. They had spent what munitions they had needed; they're contract wanted to make sure the hotel had not taken TOO much damage, and the team had been careful only to bring the few RPGs they had completely spent. They had not intended it to directly kill the hunters; simply give a very large one-two punch before exiting. That said, they had yet to initiate the coupe de grace. All of their heads wearing a gasmask like aparatus, they nodded to one another in simple understanding in what to do, and with only a brief, barely audiable radio communication between the two, they all aimed their pulse rifles at a different angle. Simultaneously, the rifles made a squealing hum before launching a yellow yet transparent energy balls that bounced off the walls like a ball at varoius angles. For the most part, it would be enough to make their escape. -------------- Travis slowly released the finger from his trigger. "Hm... so they do have enough brains not to stick around, good thing I didn't follow, I don't think I could dodge all of those rounds even with the suit on." He murmured to himself as he watched the last merc leave around a corner and out of range. So they did have the brains not to see how he and Z'gato would retaliate. Smart, although he may have to deal with them later. He laxxed if only for a moment... until the firestorm of rifle shots came bouncing out of the hallway. That did it. "PISS OFF, YOU PAID THUGS!" Travis fired a missle down the hallway and winced as he was forced to lean on his left leg, allowing his rage full control for the first time that night. He was tired of getting shot at, blown up and everything in between as he veered around into a hall, letting the firestorm now in the lobby peter out. He quickly radioed the others through clenched teeth as he moved to find another way farther down. "The Mercs are gone, let's find Jenosa and get the hell out of here." |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Aug 25 2011, 01:04 AM Post #217 |
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BURMA
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Faulias' first thought as the woman rammed her blade down his rifle was how fast she was, and before he could finish the thought, her foot collided with his helmet. With how light her suit was, it did little more than piss him off, the sound of metal on metal echoing through his helmet. Before he knew it after that, there was a slap on his back, and before she even spoke he had an idea what she did. After all, the best way through a wall was to blow through it. “This is a device I use to blow the hatch on tanks," she said calmly. "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.” With that, she disappeared, presumably to find the hostage. Faulias cursed in his helmet, standing still for a good amount of time. After a while, he flexed his arms at the shoulder, trying to feel where the thing was. From what he could tell, it was in the middle of his back, almost right between his shoulderblades. It was also coincidentally sitting rather close to his power unit, which was right above it. No doubt this is where she intended to land an explosive. He sighed, and opened his wrist computer. With a few key presses, the front of his suit opened up, and he stepped out. The suit stood on its own, an empty shell, as its front plates remained opened like a series of sliding doors. He quickly walked to the back and examined the bomb, only to find that it was damn-near permanently affixed to the plate layer it was on. The only quick solution would be to simply cut around it and be one layer less in his suit, but this would be an easy fix at the conclusion of the mission. Faulias reached around to his left wristguard and turned it over. On the underside was an emergency tool kit, a sort of repair that the suits he wore were often packaged with. Opening it up, he found a minuscule plasma cutter that would go deep enough to cut around the charge. As he got to work, he started listening to radio chatter again. He heard the conversation Delacroix was having with his guest, whom later turned out to be Travis Clark, judging from his voice. "Hrmph. So she was at least being partially honest..." he said to himself, halfway to finishing the job. Had he have known that the device was remotely activated, he would have simply ripped it off; he had his suspicions, but was in no position to take chances. Then, he heard the conversation go sour, and the order that he gave Spider. "Hey, hold on!" he shouted. "Damn it, Delacroix, you said it wouldn't come to this! I'm not having an innocent life taken here." Then, his mind shifted to what that woman from before had said. If there was even a chance that it was Jenosa... He quickly resumed slicing around the bomb, and as soon as he was finished, he pulled off the discarded plate and tossed it out of the way. The damage was not overly bad, nothing the replicators couldn't fix in a few hours, but he had lost much time. By the time he was back in his suit, there was already the sound of gunfire and explosions from the basement where the hostage was. Taking off in a sprint, he ignited the jets on his back to propel him forward again. More explosions rocked the basement area as Faulias screamed through the tunnels leading to it. The woman would most likely get to the hostage first with her head start, but he would be right on her heels. The easiest way down to the chamber was, once again, straight down, and he found himself vaulting into an elevator shaft and plummeting to the bottom, thrusters flaring the whole way. He hit the ground with a shattering crunch, and while most of the absorption capacitors had held strong, a few here and there got overloaded from the sheer force of impact, even though it was lessened from the thrusters. Then, it was a straight run down to the room where Jenosa was being held. At least, until he got to one of Alissa's proxy mines, which he sprinted past without noticing. It responded with a massive explosion, causing a large portion of his shields to dissipate temporarily and some moderate scarring on his suit. It knocked him off his feet, and he struggled to regain himself as his thrusters remained on. It was not much longer that he ran across the second mine, barely skidding to a stop before he came too close. A few steps back, a sturdy stance, and a well-aimed shot with his pistol would take care of that one, the blast dropping debris that he would power through on his way to the hostage. He got to the door as Alyssa had knocked it down, and he saw firsthand the hostage and Spyder's fighting. He immediately got on the comm directly with Spyder, attempting to talk him down. "Spyder, stand down. That hostage is still worth a lot more alive than dead." How true he was, because, sure enough, before his very eyes... was Jenosa Arma. (OOC: I'm not terribly happy with this post, but there it is.) |
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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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| ~The Boss~ | Sep 2 2011, 12:52 AM Post #218 |
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Native Son
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(I do wanna respond to some of the other stuff going on right now, but given my extended absence, I feel I should get something down quickly) Spider never got the chance to respond to Faulias. While the bounty hunter's voice was coming through loud and clear, the Pirate lay on his back, his energy blade sticking out of his forehead. The blade dissipated quickly, but the damage was done. Spider was dead. ............. Angel Face spun around to see Omega charging towards her like a lion pouncing on its prey. She instinctively held up her arms in a defensive stance, and the metroid's fangs sank into her forearm. Grunting in pain, she flailed at him, trying to shake the beast loose, but to no avail. She slammed Omega against the wall repeatedly, but like a pit bull, he would not let go. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Sep 2 2011, 03:37 PM Post #219 |
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Starfeather
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Z'Gato was breathing heavily when he caught up to Clark. It was obvious from the way the Chozo was bleeding that the last attack from those mercenaries (specifically those rockets) had injured him, but he was at least able to stand and jog at a reasonable pace for someone who was injured. Even now, Z'Gato's suit was pushing painkillers and artificial adrenaline into his system in order to counteract the pain as well as allow the immuno-boosters and other medication to do it's work. A little bit of blood here and there seemed to leak from the wounds across his armor, but the suit was quick to clot these. Z'Gato nodded his head between gasps for breath. "Agreed...If that Delacroix man makes good on his promise, she may be in danger..." He said, lifting his right-arm cannon with what looked like a considerable effort, his other arm holding his midsection as if it were in immense pain. "I still have a few Super Missiles ready for use, as well as a compliment of other munitions. I'm good to go," He said, almost to reassure himself rather than Travis. He pushed himself up to his full height and activated his sensors to run a scan, but even then, they were more outfitted for combat than exploration, and his scans came up negative. That was when he noticed a service elevator. "There, that might be a way down," He said, moving towards the elevator and, shoving his clawed hand in between the panels, ripped the portal open. The shaft seemed to extend both upward and downward into darkness. The Chozo warrior knelt down by the landing and prepared to jump down. His suit should be able to still absorb most of the impact from falling, but digging his claw into the wall might also slow his descent as well. Damn, if he only had the Space Jump upgrade... A flash of pain raced up Z'Gato's right leg, causing him to grunt. He looked over and saw a sizeable piece of shrapnel stuck between the plates of his armor. Disgusted, Z'Gato ripped the shrapnel from his leg, causing another fit of pain to wash up his leg and into his hip, but he managed to stifle a groan this time around. The blood on the shrapnel was red like most humans', but it had an odd, grey tinge to it. Concern flashed across the Chozo's eyes for a moment before he tossed it away as if it were only trash, banishing his earlier thoughts. The idea then struck him. He had obtained the Spider-Ball upgrade recently. He should be able to morph into Maru-Maru then crawl down the side of the shaft safely. He then looked over at Travis. "Coming?" |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| ~Alissa~ | Sep 2 2011, 04:04 PM Post #220 |
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Alissa paused as she looked down to the now dead spider, Jenossa had some how managed to get her hands free and had done a remarkable job of defending herself. Alissa turned her attention towards Jenossa a moment before Faulias came bursting into the room. Alissa spun raising both pistols towards the new target, the ion pistol whining with a charge, the other clicking as the safety was removed, with the hostage secured and the only threat from Faulias Alissa no longer had a reason not to engadge. “Can you get free?” she asked, the question directed towards Jenossa though Alissa was not looking in that direction, she kept herself safely between Faulias and the hostage “there will be a ship at street level for extraction” she took two steps towards Faulias “you are under arrest, stand down and disarm” – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – on her ship her AI was monitoring the situation over the com, watching vitals, the feed from the suit sensors and camera, and so had started its decent from orbit as Alissa started talking, the ship would then send a message to all the members of the team, text only ***Hostage secure, Extraction at street level, Operative requires assistance detaining combatant*** |
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