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| ~Alissa~ | Sep 26 2011, 10:27 PM Post #241 |
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Alissa glanced down the hall towards the ruined door that had lead to what was once Delacroix’s suite. she moved forward and placed a hand gently on Jenossa’s shoulder. She moved quietly a moment looking towards the room. “ I’ll go first” she said quietly, the reason was fairly obvious, Alissa still had more or less intact armor and was better armed than Jenossa. it simply made sense to keep her back a moment. Alissa stepped into the room looking around quietly, the heavy machine gun had done a number on the room. Alissa pulled a pistol as she moved over broken glass and furniture. after a quick scan she motioned for Jenossa to follow her inside the room. there was one thing that was starting to nag at her, even with her fairly unique armor Alissa would not go to this risk to get it back. if the police were on the way it was likely that it would be recovered and could be reclaimed. or replaced. “Why all this trouble for one suit or armor?” she asked looking towards Jenossa a moment before moving a bit further into the room, scanning for traps, explosives, or others in the room waiting to complicate their day. Alissa sent message to her ship to be ready for pick up after they had finished in the suite. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Sep 29 2011, 04:14 PM Post #242 |
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Native Son
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A single heat signature burned faintly inside the master bedroom. Human, male, and apparently just sitting there waiting for them. When the hunters came into the room, prepared for an ambush, they came face to face with none other than Rex Vega, and he was in bad shape. He had been bound to a desk chair, had duct tape over his mouth, and had been worked over pretty well by Delacroix's minions. At first, it appeared as as though he was unconscious, or perhaps had even fallen asleep. But once Alissa and Jenosa walked in, his eyes flew open and he immediately started struggling with his bonds. His muffled shouts came furiously, like he had something very important to tell them. .............. The hand held computer that Travis had taken from Spider contained a wealth of information, some of it relevant, some not so much. One file in particular seemed interesting. It looked to be a contact list of some sort, consisting of strange names each accompanied by a set of numbers. At first, it looked as though Texas Red, Starfire, and Bulletproof Bill might be bounty hunters, clients of Delacroix or perhaps even on his payroll. But once they got further down the list to names like Build Me Up Buttercup, it became clear that these were actually racehorses. Still, there were plenty of useful files to be sifted through; a blueprint for the phazon infusion process for human beings, a database detailing the various strains ofss phazon, a catalog of Chozo technology which Delacroix may or may not have already had in his possession, and an actual contact list. It was this last file that was the most intriguing, as well as the most bone chilling. Beyond the expected names like Jimmy Vega (who it would appear had more of a role in this affair than his brother was willing to admit), there were also a number of legit bounty hunters and Federation types. Politicians, contractors, military and intelligence officials... some of them were people Travis knew. Some were people he trusted. It would appear that Delacroix was just the tip of the iceberg. ................ An ambulance barrelled down the highway, sirens blaring. It wasn't unusual that it was blowing straight through red lights and couldn't be bothered to slow down even for a second. But the fact that it was jumping curbs and sideswiping other vehicles, not to mention that the hospital was back in the other direction, was concerning to say the least. Someone was driving angry. Someone was looking for some payback. Edited by The Boss, Sep 29 2011, 04:48 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Oct 2 2011, 07:54 PM Post #243 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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What the...? For a moment, Travis had the impulse to snap away forcefully from Omega, but this was soon impounded by an incredibly searing, burning pain. It felt like his brain was on fire! He clenched his teeth under the helmet, flinching and trying to refocus his senses; it felt like somebody was trying to run a drill into his skull as his visor just.. went crazy. Numbers, images, everything flickered past him at almost impossible speeds until his eyes focused onto a key bit of information. (Angel Face.... Durendel Regional Hospital, Third Floor, Healthy, Stable, Room 314... she's safe...) And at that moment, as Omega let go of him, he felt everything come back into focus. So she was purged of the Phazon? Incredible... Travis looked at Omega and regarded him with a small smile. "Very well, let's head back..." Trekking down the hall, Travis decided that instead of wasting time and going all the way to the ground level, they'd use the "door" the Mercenaries had left. Taking only one look to make sure Omega was following, he leapt out into the night air and made his way down to the rooftop level of most apartments. The journey back to the ship was going to be arduous. Travis winced as he wrenched himself up and over a rooftop, canvassing the area. As he expected, the police were everywhere, holding up the end of the agreement as promised... But what bothered him was that Delacroix seemed to have somehow eluded law enforcement in his escape. Surely the police weren't that blind, were they? They had to see at least a silhouette of what had happen, much less the noise. So why were there so many police vehicles, airborn or otherwise just floating around like nothing had happened? It was troubling. A sharp pain shot through his side; his hip again. He could still move thankfully, but he was certainly not in prime condition to fight anytime soon. "Constantine...?" He murmured over the comms, waiting. "Where is the ship in dock at and how close?" ["We're docked at Klein's Junk and Refit Shop, Travis. Apparently they were kind enough not to give Alana and I the boot; what have you been doing over the last two hours though? Is Jenosa safe...? You sound awful, too.."] "I, well..." He breathed in. "This isn't the time to discuss it, I'm heading for Klein's right now and I'm bringing company with me. We all managed to get ourselves worked over by Delacroix badly." ["Right then; watch yourselves out there, there isn't any telling where he might come from next with who."] "No kidding, Captain Obvious... thanks though. Travis out." Constantine showing concern was nothing new, but Constantine asking him of all people to watch himself... he must really sound haggard, Travis figured. ["Guys, this is Deadeye. Follow me, I'll show you where my ship is at dock. To you ladies back at the Hotel, meet us back at Klein's Junk and Refit.... block 25, 1223 Landis Avenue."] A bolt of lighting rippled through Hunroth's skies and a clap of thunder echoed through the city streets, briefly lighting up the night to show Travis making a jump across apartment rooftops. Travis sniffed around; the scent of moisture, like dead leaves. A thunderstorm was coming. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Oct 3 2011, 12:42 PM Post #244 |
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Starfeather
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At this point, Z'Gato was quite alarmed by the creature. Not only was it talking to itself, but the metroid was acting quite strange. Z'Gato resolved to just cope with it, since the creature wasn't exactly 'normal' by anyone's standards thus far, and the Chozo suspected if it wasn't for the fierce loyalty the creature displayed, the rest of the group probably would have shot it on sight. Probably. The warrior rolled his shoulder as he walked, aches and pains reminding him of the battle that had erupted in the hotel, as well as the short 'scuffle' that he had with the metroid, reminding Z'Gato of the creature's impressive strength and speed. Z'Gato had never been lifted and tossed around that easily before, and he resolved that he would just have to get stronger. Better. He refused to be humiliated by the creature again in that fashion. Z'Gato received Deadeye's transmission, noting that his ship was only a short distance away from Z'Gato's. The hunter was persistent, apparently wanting to have some sort of meeting at his ship, but once again, Z'Gato preferred to use his own ship and facilities. He was not feeling incredibly sociable right now, either, with the exception of Omega, whom Z'Gato had many questions for. Not to mention, he would also need the tools at his ship to repair his armor. Eventually, Z'Gato arrived at where his ship was dry docked, only a block away from Klein's place. Z'Gato wasted no time inputting his code for the ship and entering in, removing his helmet in the process. He then began to remove pieces of his armor, most of it covered in grey-tinted blood. "Computer, route power to the medical bay and repair stations," He commanded as he started placing pieces of armor into each of the designated slots near the main computer, where the armor would be scanned for a full readout of damage. Eventually, the warrior was left with a black, skin-tight suit that acted as both protection for his body against the metal of his armor, and to help interface his bodily functions with the armor's systems. Essentially, with the black suit, the armor became a second skin to him. However, the black suit had been torn and damaged from the fights, necessitating replacement, which Z'Gato fortunately had. He stripped off the black suit, tossing it on a random desk, and limped towards the hygiene shower unit before activating it. He would need to clean himself and his wounds thoroughly before treating them. Edited by DarkKnightCuron, Oct 3 2011, 12:49 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 6 2011, 11:39 PM Post #245 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa gave ALissa a small, puzzled look when the woman told her she would go first. Under general circumstances, Jenosa would understand why; Alissa was better armored and protected. But with that instant logical conclusion, came another question: why did she even care? She was a stranger to the group, and more over, the woman no doubt ran solo operative much of the time. But, most of all, the woman seemed to almost completely lack any social skills what's so ever, and thus probably lacking in any sympathy or concept of 'friends.' Sometimes this woman was a paradox to Jenosa. And of course Alissa had to ask Jenosa the question she was hoping wouldn't, but knew it would. She bit her lip in a moment of hesitation, trying to figure what to say to her that would make sense; because right now, her real reason didn't. She honestly didn't know why the suit was so important to her, or felt important to her; only that there was this invisible bond that had suddenly appeared - no, that had grown over the years. It was hard to describe aside from the fact, while it didn't feel absolutely necessary for survival, she couldn't quite leave without it, or let it fall into someones hands again. And that's when the answer became obvious, and quite simple. "I know this seems a bit redicilous risking ourselves to get this suit, but in all honestly, while it might be expendable, to me it isn't. I can't replace it, and more over, I don't trust leaving it here for the police to pick it up. Not with the possibility of Delacroix being able to pull strings. I can't stand the idea of having it snatched away from me again." Even when they first entered the room knowing there was someone in it, Jenosa attention was mostly on the that invisible bond strengthening; it was definitely here, in this room, and part of her wanted to run strait to wherever it was hidden and hold it in her hands. Then her focus, caused by her surprise, shifted to the bound Vega, and once he began struggling, alarm bells sounded in Jenosa's head. This seemed like the perfect scenario in where the hostage or bound person was try to warn their would be rescuer's about an ambush; but so far, nothing had been sprung, and Alissa was definitely thorough. That, and she didn't like the idea of Vega being bound here along with her suit. Quickly, but attentively, she ripped off the duck tape. |
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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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| ~Alissa~ | Oct 7 2011, 02:57 PM Post #246 |
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Alissa listened as Jenossa explained her attachment to the armor. Some of it made sense, if the armor was unique and irreplaceable then that would explain a bit of it. Their target's obvious connection to at least part of the law enforcement in the city was also rather clear, with that consideration Alissa would not trust anything remotely important to them. Just the same something told Alissa that there was a bit more too it....intuition? Alissa turned aiming a weapon at movement before she realized what it was, Vega, tied to a chair, and beat to hell. She didn't have to grow up watching bad action movies to know that things did not look good. There was something just a bit off about the whole thing. To start with, the last Alissa had heard Vega was supposed to be in police custody, and secondly he seemed very concerned with them being there. “this seems wrong” She said quietly as she looked around the room, activating her scanners looking for traps, sensors, explosives, really anything that could ruin their day. The whole situation smelled of a trap, which seemed to fit with Delacroix's style. The man had an impressive ability to plan ahead, rivaling even that of the paranoid NGC. Then again Vega liked to talk, it could simply feel that what ever is in his head is worth sharing. The whole thing smelled of a trap, which begged the question, why was Alissa still there. The smart thing to do would be to attempt to find the path Delacroix took when he escaped and follow. At this point she had ever reason to cut her losses and proceed on her own, so why was she still working with these people? The truth that she had not admitted to herself was that she actually did like interacting with other people. More than that she enjoyed being part of a group, even on the fringe as she was she was part of something, and benefited from different perspective and even had her own input valued, that was something one never got while working alone. Alissa watched as Jenossa moved to pull the tape from Vega's mouth “we need to hurry, you find your suit, I'll get him free. Our ride will be here soon” With that she moved towards where Vega was tied pulling a combat knife moving to cut the lines binding him. She would take her time, she didn't want to trip a trap after all. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Oct 7 2011, 03:44 PM Post #247 |
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"It's a trap!" an exasperated Rex said, spitting a wad of blood on the thick lush carpet. In his beaten and weary state, his New York accent somehow seemed thicker and more pronounced. "You're lookin' for your stuff, right?" he asked Jenosa as Alissa cut the ropes off his wrists. "They got it stashed in the closet there. But the second you open up that door, this whole floor's gettin' blown straight to hell." Having now been cut free, Rex tried to stand up, then thought better of it and sat back down. He slumped down in the chair and leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling as he spoke. "Delacroix's gone. I dunno where he's gone off to, but he split. Dude's a snake, but he ain't stupid. He knows when he's been beat, now he's just tryin' to cut his losses. You want my advice? Do the same. Just get the hell outta here 'fore his cronies try and spring somethin' else on ya." |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Oct 8 2011, 10:15 PM Post #248 |
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(OOC: Holy crap I'm still here.) "She ain't gonna wanna leave that suit," Faulias explained. "If the place is gonna get blown to hell, we're stuck with a big problem." He looked at the door to the closet. It was fairly unassuming and, sadly, something he would have walked straight into, trap-wise, after this whole scenario. He thought about it briefly; if the trap was triggered by the door, they could try and circumvent it by going through the wall, but if it was just a sensor of some kind, it would blow no matter what. "What else do you know about that trap, Vega? We need that suit. Now." |
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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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| +CEMP+ | Oct 8 2011, 11:22 PM Post #249 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa swore loudly when Rex yelled 'trap,' and looked about, as if expecting a sudden ambush. Instead, she was quickly made aware that it was in fact a booby trap, and what was both worse was that was centered around her suit. Lovely, she thought, and she had been so close to her. It both frustrated her, and at the same time, she felt embarrassed that, if not for Rex, she would have opened the closet without a moments hesitation. She cursed this unprofessional impulse pulsing through her mind, and when she looked back at her friends, there was a look of guilt on her face as she swore, "Dammit!" She hated the idea of having come all this way to get a suit of armor, knowing that there was a high risk to it; and even more so, she hated how she felt she couldn't leave without. The whole idea that she was so attached to this suit was just maddening. But she just couldn't leave without, especially not having come all the this way. She looked at Alissa with an almost desperate expression, her green eyes flaring, "Alissa, you seemed to be good with traps. Think you can find a way to disarm the bomb?" |
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| ~Alissa~ | Oct 9 2011, 08:22 PM Post #250 |
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She should just leave, this was pointless, a waste of time. their target was getting away and quite clearly hoped to get rid of a chunk of the team in the process. the suit was bait and that was obvious now that they knew about the trap and there was absolutely no reason for Alissa to stay and help recover a single piece of equipment. Alissa looked towards the closet door a moment which she now knew to hide a bomb, which even if she were to survive the blast, the rest of the hotel coming down on her would likely finish the job. She looked towards Jenossa, to the pleading nature of the expression and something at the core of her being said to help because it was the right thing to do. she holstered her pistol and reached up pulling her helmet off which hissed as the suit seal broke. Colorless hair which had been pulled into a tight bun had pulled loose a bit as light grey eyes surveyed the door as if it would reveal some secret she hadn't noticed. "We need to get Vega out of here and back into Mr. Clark's Custody....he talks too much, its distracting" She moved setting the helmet to the side looking to the closet quietly thinking, she needed to know how it was triggered, something told her this trap was not as well planned, Delacroix was being messy in this which meant he hadn't considered all the angles. "I need to get somethings from my ship, my suite can see the wiring but the more advanced sensors were damaged earlier" she said quietly casting grey eyes towards Faulias for a moment before looking back towards the door " it will take time" 'just leave' came that voice again, the internal cold and calculating voice of an operative 'you work alone, why help these people? it is pointless, find your target, and arrest him, why help?' the internal response came from some where deeper within her, from a part of herself her creators had worked for her whole life to destroy 'I'm helping because I want too!' |
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