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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 17 2012, 01:44 PM Post #281 |
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Alissa moved to lean against a bulkhead and watch what transpired, the day had been rather revealing in so far as a bit of personal discovery, though she would have preferred a bit more forward momentum on the case in some ways. Truth to tell the personal discovery was a bit more unsettling to her than a far reaching criminal scheme involving the trade of very dangerous and illegal weapons; that at least was something she could do something about. As had been the case in the past, any time any facet of her own personality had come to the surface, any crack in the years worth of conditioning and indeed programming that she had endured was on some level disturbing, not always in a bad way, but it was something outside of her experience. And in this day she had experienced, frustration, fear, concern, and a host of other emotions that she had rarely experienced and did not really know how to deal with. She crossed her arms across her chest as she watched Omega and Travis begin to question Vega, she tensed a moment as she watched the creature stalk towards the man, the conditioning was still there, and just as when she had witnessed the Chozo threaten Vega earlier, the directive to protect a human from an alien threat was still present and attempting to assert its self; this time she resisted the impulse to pull her weapon though. Whats more is she found herself trusting Travis to prevent the creature from doing more than scare Vega, and found herself watching with interest as the pair began their work. “he must have a place he goes to hide, a place he might feel safe or where he can lay low for a time” she considered aloud though without a real target “no doubt it will be secure, given Delacroix’s paranoia and resources I suspect quite secure…that does not make it impossible though” She glanced around at the others in the room, there was a holographic projection she assumed to be either tied to the ship or a remote ally, Allana she had not met yet, and so decided to wait on forming an opinion for the time being. She considered this was the first time the whole group had been in the same room since before Jenossa had been kidnapped, just the same the others appeared comfortable with each other, it was interesting really. Edited by Alissa, Jan 19 2012, 08:37 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 19 2012, 06:32 PM Post #282 |
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Clockwork Master
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Out of the corner of her eye, Jenosa caught the subtle tensing of Alissa's body, and in particular, her hands, when Omega snarled at Rex. The reaction was brief, and may not have been noticed by others for obvious reasons; but due to her increased curiousity after their chat, she found herself more attentive with Alissa and her behavior. Even though they did share some similarities, there was still a lot Jenosa didn't know about the white haired hunter, and she'd prefered to learn about who Alissa's really was by Alissa's own initiative. She doubted she'd get answers if she asked directly. Case in point, the woman's reaction reminded her how she had reacted when Z'Gato had originally threatened Rex, much like how Omega was doing now. She knew the anxiety and reflex to whip out a pistol when she saw one - seen it many times with other peolple in her job - but normally it was in reaction to being threatened, not someone else. It was a small curious question she put to side as she focused back on getting information from Vega, which she was very interested in hearing what he had to say. She put hand on Omega's point, but tentatively, feeling the predator vibe from Omega. "Ok big guy, you can back off a bit. You made your point. Rex won't be able to tell us jack all if he's scared shitless." |
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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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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 29 2012, 12:43 AM Post #283 |
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"I ain't gonna rat on my brother, man," Rex said, staring down at the floor, unable to even look Travis in the eye. "I don't care what you people do to me. I rat on my brother and I'm a dead man. See, guys like Jimmy, they'll take out anyone who turns on them. Even their own flesh and blood. And you know what?" Rex looked up, finally meeting the hunters eye to eye. "He'd be right, too. Cause you just don't rat on your family. You just don't do it. So go ahead and kill me if you want. I'd rather die with a clear conscience. "Fortunately for you guys, Delacroix ain't my brother." He gave a little smirk, albiet more out of exasperation than anything else. "She's right about the freeze gun," he said, glancing over at Jenosa. There's only one. They can't manufacture 'em, they gotta build 'em by hand. I dunno what he had planned for the gun though. Far as I know, it was just his own personal piece. But that don't mean I don't know nothin' about his plans. "See, there was this guy at the poker game, some military brass type. Jenkins was his name. Colonel Jenkins. Wasn't much of a player, had the short stack all night. Hell, I probably took half his money all by myself. But anyways, while we was watching the football game, him and Delacroix was talkin' alot about some kinda project they was workin' on. Something with a V... Vulcan, Valkyrie, Vertigo... Vertigo! That was it, Project Vertigo. Yeah, I'm sure that's what it was. Don't ask me what it was all about, cause I don't know exactly. All I know was of had something to do with Angel Face. Delacroix said she was like the shining example or something, and Jenkins said he was impressed. "But then Delacroix says, 'Colonel, you ain't seen nothin' yet!'" Rex said, trying to imitate Delacroix's Cajun accent. "And then he starts talkin' 'bout this other chick he says is gonna take Project Vertigo to the next level. But then Jenkins says, what the hell you talkin' about, she's dead. She got killed weeks ago on some planet way out on the Rim. Then Delacroix comes back and says not only is she not dead, she's here on Durendel this very day. And the best part is, he says, we ain't even gotta go lookin' for her, she'll come to us. Goddammit, what was her name?" Rex put his face in his hands, racking his brains trying to recall the name of the girl the two.men had discussed. Something with a J, he was sure. He thought it sounded Italian. "You know, Jenkins didn't wanna talk about it at first, cause I was sitting right there. But Delacroix told him, no he's cool, he won't..." Rex trailed off, a thought suddenly coming to him, and he smacked himself on the forhead. How could he have not seen it before? Cause you're a dumbass, Jimmy might tell him. But the thought simply never would have occurred to him. "He wanted me to steal that gun, didn't he?" |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jan 29 2012, 10:53 AM Post #284 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Something with a J...? Something with a J... With a J.... .......... Holy crap. Travis tensed up for just a moment before exhaling sharply. So the weapons smuggling was a diversion on top of whatever other smoke and mirrors Delacroix had been using... it was starting to make sense. And why wouldn't it? It fit perfectly with Delacroix's MO: paranoid to a fault, careful about every little detail.... "I wouldn't ask you to rat out your brother, Rex; even I know blood is thicker then law. But still... this Colonel Jenkins... did you happen to get his first name? That'd help us tremendously. With that business done, Travis turned to his comrades. Particularly, Jenosa. "I know you probably didn't wanna hear that, but you heard him correctly. He's after you, Jenosa. And I have a pretty good idea as much as you as to where that blood sample of yours is..." He turned back to Rex. "Rex, just one last thing? What's Jenkins' first name?" Edited by Deadly Aim, Jan 29 2012, 10:54 AM.
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 31 2012, 03:37 AM Post #285 |
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"His first name..." Rex repeated, struggling with the memory. He'd had more than his fair share of liquor the other night, so his recollection wasn't exactly sharp. "Jack," he finally said. "Colonel Jack Jenkins. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was it. He was definitely Marine Corps, though." He glanced over at the white haired chick. She'd asked something about where Delacroix liked to hide out. "I ain't got no idea where he's run off to," Rex said directly to her. "Ain't like I keep tabs on him or nothin'. He lives back in Earth, in Southampton. Got himself a big fancy house just up the beach from Jimmy's summer place. You can't miss it. Here, I'll draw you a map." ............... Four weeks ago... Rarely had there been so much arrogance together in one room. Delacroix lounged on the couch in the living room of his Presidential Suite at the Grand Royal, dressed in a garish bright yellow suit. Across from him sat Jimmy Vega, wearing a black suit and sunglasses indoors, as he often did. It was a fascinating display of fancy suits, outsized egos, and dueling accents. Between them on the coffee table was an ancient stone statue of what looked like a crab holding a spherical blue crystal in its claw. Jimmy's eyes were fixated on the strange sculpture as if it had some sort of mystical power over him. "It's the real thing, ain't it?" Jimmy said, grinning from ear to ear. "A genuine Chozo Ice Beam." "Indeed it is," Delacroix replied, sipping on a glass of scotch. "Your people did a damn fine job if I do say so myself." "They're the best. You wouldn't think so at first. By themselves, Nick and Grace are just an over the hill ex-Helljumper and a quirky hippie chick with a bad knee and a painkiller addiction. Put 'em together though, and they'll take down people they got no business taking down. Definitely greater than the sum of their parts." Jimmy had heard the stories from G79 from Nick Scanlan himself. Bounty hunters in power armor, androids with advanced weaponry, battleships duking it out in the skies over the dig site, and even an honest to God Chozo warrior. And there were Nick and Grace, with only a couple of guns and a bag full of homemade bombs. And yet somehow, they'd managed to come away with the loot. Even more shocking, Grace had actually taken out Jenosa Arma, something that shouldn't have happened, couldn't have happened. On paper, Jenosa Arma should have won that battle ten times out of ten. She was bigger and stronger, had a powerful suit of unknown origin, and possessed strange abilities that almost seemed like magic. And Grace had killed her with a knife to the gut. It was the perfect microcosm of the entire job. The only downside was that Grace had gotten pinched, and was looking at some serious time for Jenosa's murder. "So," Delacroix said, "you think you can do something with this?" "Oh, I know I can," Jimmy replied. He broke his gaze from the statue and took off his shades, looking Delacroix right in the eye. "One condition, though. See, my brother would really like to come play cards with you." Delacroix's demeanor changed in an instant. "Would that you had asked me anything else," he said with a heavy sigh. "I run a nice, clean game here, and trouble seems to follow that boy wherever he goes. I give him a seat at the table, and the chances of violence and gunplay increase at least tenfold. I can't have that here." "Oh, you ain't gettin' any argument outta me," said Jimmy. "Rex is a disaster. That kid's been arrested more times than I have, and he ain't even a professional criminal. But my offer stands, take it or leave it. And if you decide to leave it... well then good luck finding someone else who knows how to work with this thing." Delacroix glared at Jimmy for a second. He knocked back the last of his drink and slammed the glass down on the coffee table. "Well... I suppose I can beef up security for just one night. Rex better be on his best behavior though, or my boys might have to teach him a lesson." "By all means. Just as long as he can get up and walk away." "Then we have us a deal?" "Yes, we do." Jimmy reached over and shook Delacroix's hand. "Give me two, maybe three weeks, and you'll have yourself a fully functioning Ice Beam." |
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 31 2012, 02:47 PM Post #286 |
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Alissa stood listening as Vega spoke for a long moment glancing towards Jenossa a moment as it became clear that this whole mess was a snare to capture the hunter. It all seemed too improbable, though the evidence was all there. Inwardly she felt conflicted, she found the idea of such experimentation repulsive to say the least, being the product of a similar initiative, she was however pleased that no one knew what she was, or that she was here, it could easily have been her they had been after, many of the same benefits, without the unpredictability of biology, or radiation generated mutations. Alissa looked towards Travis who more than any of the others had the look of former military “I thought this government had….aversions to such experiments, I suppose that is where Delacroix comes in” she thought on it a moment, she knew what she would have done before her escape, and could to a degree predict what her former controllers would have done had they learned what she just did, but she was at a loss for the moment. “Military involvement means we must proceed with caution” she said as much to herself as for anyone else listening. She found the more she thought about it the more it made her angry on a level, she had chosen this part of space because they would never had engineered a person like her, or so she thought. It was true that someone was working through criminal channels; they were still playing with peoples very fiber. The existence of Angel face was proof enough of that. And knowing what she now knew about Jenossa’s makeup she knew they would try to harness it, if they could not though…what would happen. “Earth seems risky for the sort of work Delacroix seems to be doing…I wish we knew for certain he would go there. A profile would be more helpful though recent experience tells me we are unlikely to get it.” A thought occurred to her as she stood there “perhaps we should try a new tack and have a conversation with the colonel “ Alissa considered the ease with which she could convince the man that he had been captured by a fairly hostile galactic government. |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 3 2012, 01:19 PM Post #287 |
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Clockwork Master
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When Travis turned around, he was looking at the face of a seething, angered Jenosa. Never in her life had she felt so conned and manipulated; it was in all likely hood that Delacroix himself had created those bounties related to the artifact smuggling to bait her. And even if he hadn't, the mere fact that he had been watching her from the start - from even before she had died - and scheming made her blood boil. "Correction," she stated to Travis in a rock dead, serious tone that blied her normal nature, "was after me. Now...its the other way around." All jovial enthusiasm had dissapeared in the air around her, and, for the first time anyone of the mottly group had witnessed, her green eyes, normally filled with life and enthusiasm, became icy cold. The contrast was scary. In all of Jenosa's life, she had taken up the oath to never hold a grudge while in her business, at least on most occaisons; grudges were often bad, and could wasting a lot of her time. Then again, was really hard for her to; she had made sure she had kept secretive about anything people could blackmail her with, and made sure she wasn't a popularity icon. Only just wispers on the wind. Of course, there were those who would attempt to swindle or cheat her, but it very rarely happened, and she was normally jovial, yet serious, while she was the thief was getting payback; at least if it was really worth the task in the first place. But Delacroix hadn't just crossed the line, he had lepted over it with pure, yet cunning, audacity. And she wanted to make him pay for it. As she spoke up after a brief pause, the icy look in her eyes melted into a blaze, "Quite frankly, I'd like nothing better but to catch that rat bastard in his own house. But..." she added in a more relaxed, but still serious, tone, "I know its not going to be a walk in the park. I have to give him credit: he's definitely smart. And if he's in anyway aware of what happened - and he'd then be an idiot if he wasn't - then he'd know we'll figure out his little hiding spot." she sighed as she thought over Alissa's suggestion. "I wouldn't mind making the colonal squeal, provided with the fact that we can tract the bastard." "Even so," Alana added, to Jenosa surprise, "capturing him can very bring in the wrong amount of attention." As they converesed, Jenosa wondered just how long this day would go on; she was angered, and very riled up, but she had also grown weary. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Feb 8 2012, 11:53 AM Post #288 |
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"Hmph," Z'Gato muttered as he watched Jenosa's reaction. There was that inner fire again he had seen on their previous run. His heart still held suspicion that the Jenosa in front of him was a fraud, but each passing moment quieted that opinion, if only for the moment. Still, with the plan being fully revealed, the situation had become far more complex than Z'Gato had originally believed. This was more than just old, Chozo technology, yet Z'Gato's contempt was still high for the weapons smuggler, who decided to delve in matters that did not belong to him. Or rather, to the entire human race. "When a creature is hunted, it often retreats to a position of greatest strength or greatest protection. Earth would definitely afford both. His connections there are likely impressive, perhaps more so than on this planet. This human is even providing us with a map, though I am loath to trust him. However, this military figure might be our best way of finding out how to pursue Delacroix," Z'Gato said to the group before looking back over at Jenosa. No. This was more than just Chozo tech. Even if it was hard for him to admit it, all this plotting was now focused on one person, one he would call friend. He shook his head. "If nothing else, we can implicate the colonel in some way. Perhaps that is the leverage we need to make him talk. I do not see why we are debating about it or the ramifications of such actions. If we do nothing, the prey will slip away. Action is required, even if such action involves getting off this planet," Z'Gato said gruffly, his sights still on Jenosa. "These choices feel equally opportune. Even if Delacroix did not head to Earth, we can still strike at something close to his heart and draw him out. Even if the Colonel knows nothing of Delacroix's whereabouts, we can still the villain's military support, but be aware of the man's charisma. He undoubtedly has connections elsewhere for money and support." Z'Gato then looked over at Rex. "And what to do with you? Perhaps throw you out to the wolves again, or perhaps we should contact your brother...he might be interested in what has transpired here. After all, you did cause something of a mess..." Edited by DarkKnightCuron, Feb 8 2012, 11:54 AM.
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 17 2012, 04:33 PM Post #289 |
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"Yeah, sure man. Call my brother, whatever. Or take me to jail, I really don't care. Just as long as I get off this ride." Rex handed over his hand drawn map to Delacroix's beach house. On the back, he had also written down the names of the other people who were at the poker game. All of them had gotten personal invites from the man himself, so there was a good chance one of them knew more than he did. "So... can I like, go now?" .................. On a tiny little moon just on the inner edge of the Rim was a nondescript complex nestled up a rainstorm a rocky cliffside. Not many people knew about this place, a fenced-in facility consisting of four plain-looking concrete buildings, but then again there weren't many people on the moon to begin with. There were a few mining towns scattered all over but not much else, making it the perfect place to keep things hidden. In the skies high above, a small black Gunship began making its descent towards the facility, having just jumped into orbit. It touched down on a landing pad on the roof of one building. A man in a white suit and carrying a cane hobbled out of the ship, flanked by two armed guards, and made his way into the building through a rooftop entrance. "Where is the good Colonel?" Delacroix bellowed to the first person he saw. "Tell him I've got something that he'll be very, very interested in." (Alright everyone, just let me know when you're ready and I'll go ahead and do the two-month time jump. Feel free to fill in any blanks you want afterward) Edited by The Boss, Feb 17 2012, 04:36 PM.
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| +transcon+ | Feb 20 2012, 08:31 AM Post #290 |
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As the man prattled off the information, his eyes went to work. Sorting through the panic and fear, he could "see" that the human was coming clean with everything save for one thing. He had seen it before. It was when he mentioned the military man's name: Jack Jenkins. The last name was solid truth, as well as the person's rank. But the name 'Jack' wasn't a lie, either. Omega could almost sense a brief moment of uncertainty. His head twitched to the right by just a tiny bit. By then, his lips were closed save for just showing his characteristic four upper fangs. The body posture was lowered to almost bringing him down on all fours. Omega Alpha watched the volley of words between Rex and Dead-Eye like it was some sort of weird game of badminton. Though his head never moved, he could clearly see the flares of colors jutting in and out between the two men. Emotions of certainty, curiosity, apprehension, fear. The way Travis pieced the information together, as well as Rex's revelation of how he was supposed to steal the Chozo Relic, mystified the alien. The concept of Reason was beyond the limits of this instinct-based creature. To be able to gather the information and come to conclusions based on intangible evidence was a powerful thing, he observed. Logic, on the other hand, at least gave the metroid something to work from. He remembered how Travis got in over his head, and how he had teamed up with the Falcons, and Trisha, to bail him out. Sure, he, like any human (or any other sentient being for that matter), had their weaknesses and short-comings. But, what just happened here certainly inspired Omega. The thought of going to Earth, as well as Alissa's warnings, made him sit down. She was right: dealing with Terran Military, as deeply embroiled as they were with the Galactic Federation's "secret projects", made Omega-Alpha take pause. If they were to identify him as a metroid on planet Earth itself (or as the Chozo once called it: Eyjip'tia), there would be chaos. Nevertheless, he had a job to do here, and so long as he was under contract, he would be protected. Wait, he thought. Just because I'm legally protected doesn't mean that I'm physically protected. They can always come up with lies to make things disappear. How would this be different? Rex lied to them while I wasn't in the room, and look at the chase we were led in. In the end, he was left with a friend who was violated, a malevolent human with a Chozo Relic that threatened his species' survival, and a pit of hunger welling from within. With a glance to Dead-Eye, he then looked at Rex, then gestured to the exit with a low agitated trill. ---------------------------------------- ((Assuming Rex was long gone before this next part takes place)) "Earth?" He ruffled his hands through his silvery-white wire hair. "Must we? I know there's some great mating potential, but wouldn't that be... dangerous?" A metroid calling something dangerous should have made people who were in the know to take stock of the situation. "I'm sure it will be a long while before we get any more leads," he sighed with a lilting trill. "We need to confirm. Since its going to get bad, there's things I need to get done before. "I want to take Z'Gato home with me. And..." He paused as the violet stripe across his nose glowed faintly. He was blushing. "I would like to take you, too, Dead-Eye. "Long story short," he explained to the crew, "we... favor... need... humans. There's only me and my daughters: Athena, Calliope, and Tisiphone. We can... spawn, but doing that can be bad in the long of it. Something about clones and jeans, my Doctor mentor said." Omega then did something seemingly out of character. It was either that, or he was appearing desperate. Things were getting seriously rough, he knew. The opposition has Chozo tech. That was something, if used right, could really ruin Omega's life expectancy. He wanted to ensure his species' survival beforehand. He pleaded. "Dead-Eye?" He lowered himself to all fours, nipped at his heel and tugged gently. "Come meet them! I'm sure they will like you! They are pretty, too. Just ask Mother. She knows." |
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