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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Nov 10 2010, 12:18 AM Post #21 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Well, to be truthful I still was until I felt you grip the weapon. The dead don't walk." Travis grinned. He still couldn't believe it. After all that, Jenosa was alive. "And yeah, I cheated, but if you want you can try this thing sometime. You'll see why I use it so much." The visor began to reach back to it's normal tint. "If that guy has what I think he does, like hell I'm letting you go alone. I just dug you out of the grave, I'm not putting you back in. As to how I know, long story and really not the time for it." He began looking around, hoping that the guy was still close. "So let's say after this whole mess is settled, I give back that suit of yours and we can look into building you a new ship. That sound swell?" He waited to see what Jenosa's response would be, the seconds passing like minutes. Edited by Deadly Aim, Nov 10 2010, 12:18 AM.
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| ~Alissa~ | Nov 10 2010, 12:42 AM Post #22 |
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The rest of the trip had been rather uneventful a few jumps, and soon enough Alissa was landing in a space port. Forwarding her information to the local authorities so they would know to expect her, and that she would likely be armed. After she had arrived she had started looking around the city a bit, looking for places where she might come into contact with the seedier parts of the populace, which she was learning was not an insignificant part of the city. She had spent the last day or so moving through the streets, listening to people talk, making a few bribes to get a bit of information. In her mind the best way to find out where this technology is, is to pose as someone interested in procuring some for herself. That being said things were not really going as planned, she was an outsider, and in spite of having a fair ability to assume different roles it was difficult to get into that part of this city. It was almost as though they could sense her intentions though she doubted that. Regardless since she had arrived there had been no major incidents and no leads. And so today she was buying a few supplies for her ship and considering her next move when the day got just a bit more exciting. Down the street came the sound of enough commotion to draw her attention, a man was running down the street as if he wished to get away from something, a moment later a woman came bursting out of the café after him and followed suit, which was strange but not really enough to hold Alissa’s attention, however a moment later an armored figure appeared seemingly from nowhere and gave chase as well, and that looked like a hunter. Certainly not as subtle as the former operative would have done things, but it meant that someone else had been kind enough to get a lead and they may as well have sent of a flare that they were on the case. Given the potentially dangerous nature of the technology they were after Alissa could not think of any other reason for someone to be so heavily armored on the streets, or above them. Alissa paused a moment, though she was armed she had elected to leave her armor on the ship because, well she didn’t want to look like she was expecting trouble, this left her in her street cloths. she hesitated a moment before she took off at a sprint down the street, though she wanted to get off street level, if for no other reason than to keep the hunter or hunters from seeing her. They were after the same thing after all which meant at the moment they were in competition. That being said she did not know the area well enough, and speed was of the essence in this sort of chase, and so she elected to follow the two hunters and let them follow the lead for the moment. It would be easy enough to keep eyes on them with one of them being so well armed. She elected to hang back and observe the pair for the time being. |
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| +CEMP+ | Nov 11 2010, 05:13 PM Post #23 |
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Jenosa brushed one of her locks to the side, "I can see you're glad I'm alive and well in spirit, but I thought you'd be extremely suspicious of who the hell I am, really." Sometimes I wonder that myself. "Quite frankly, you're making me oddly suspicious of you," she added in a good, joking humor that certainly match her spirit. She flashed a devilish grin at the mention of the suit, and without knowing it, so did her green eyes flare blue. "Sorry, but I'm pretty sure I know what it's like," she replied. "That, and it really doesn't seem to be my kind of style." Also, given that it obviously augments your strength and speed, it's probably fueled by a la testosterone. Inwardly, Jenosa prided herself for being able to work with the tools she had been handed, as it had rewarded her with a great deal of flexible combat experience that had let to her becoming a professional hunter in the first place. Using such a suit felt like it would diminish her adaptability that she relished so much. An adaptability that felt all too akin to a particular alien she loathed...and feared. She pushed the thought that she was becoming more and more like them out of her mind; she was still Jenosa, and she didn't give a damn what she had been told about herself, she was still human. But by how much was a questioning fact that constantly nagged her; one that she hoped to get off her mind by working with Travis. She could see him looking about for their man before going, "So let's say after this whole mess is settled, I give back that suit of yours and we can look into building you a new ship. That sound swell?" "Fine by me," she said with an enthusiastic smirk, "I don't normally like doing a job unless I'm actually getting paid, but considering what's happened for both your and me, I'm willing to lay the smack down on this guy; whether or not I'm getting my suit and a new ship in the process. Now let's move; we ain't catching that bastard by standing here." With that, they were on the move, and were soon on Vega's trail. |
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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~ | Nov 15 2010, 12:26 AM Post #24 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"You've got that right..." Travis nodded as he took once again to the air with a bound into the heavens, soaring above the red-head with a sprint in his step. "Considering what he's packing on him, I'll move ahead; not that you're incapable of defending yourself, but like I said I'd rather not put you in a coffin a second time." He pondered as ran forward, looking over his shoulder. "Oh, yeah, that thing's been modified for a heavier caliber round, Jenosa. Thought you should know before you use it." How much time had they lost on the chase already? He wasn't willing to stop and guess, but he had to find him somehow. He knew this technology well enough to know how lethal it could prove in wrong or wicked hands; after all it had once saved his life, or rather it's master saved his life once. It was a lethal weapon from what he could remember, capable of combining both a weapons-grade lethal beam blast with the sheer cold of the deepest arctic hollow, either temporarily freezing or vaporizing the victim, or both at the same time. Normally such an unearthly fusion was impossible, but the Chozo knew the fabric of the very world far more intricately then any modern chemist or physicist.... And then it occurred him; this Chozo artifact used the power of ice. Ice was cold, and cold air from such a source would chill a room and the vicinity around it. If that was true, then it would follow... yes, it was becoming clear. "Constantine, can you configure the visor to view air temperature pockets considerably below normal?" ["Why do you need th- ahhhhhh,"] Constantine chimed over the connection inside the helm. ["Yes, that's a good idea..."] For a moment, the visor's vision fizzled before the world took on a slight gray tint, and before Travis formed a dark blue swirling blur, translucent to reveal what was behind it. It was fading, but he could see it. Cold air, well below normal tempuratures, and it was warming quickly. "Jenosa, follow me a bit more closely if you can! I have a lead, but we've gotta be quick or we'll lose this guy!" |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Nov 19 2010, 03:24 PM Post #25 |
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The Other Guy
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((OOC: Warning, uber post. If you need me to remove or change anything just PM me.)) Damn the Major’s soul to hell, Private Foster thought bitterly as knelt down Huddling closer towards the lukewarm heater and taking what comfort he could from his cramped surroundings. Smirking he imagined lining up the sights of his rifle on the man’s head and pulling the trigger. It had been just the one thing, one thing which had him thrown out of the relatively comfortable surroundings of the prefabricated barracks and into one of the tiny one man pill boxes. The most remote one naturally, right next to the near glowing craters from where the orbital strikes had slammed into the planet turning the sand into glass. Most of those who had survived the battle of G79, if it could be called one, had claimed that no radiation had been left over from the blasts. But that hadn’t stopped Foster from swiping a few of the radiation pills from the ship’s medical locker before he’d left. To hell with the repercussions he wasn’t going to risk letting his skin slough off his bones while being punished for being drunk. Noting the time he afforded a quick glance towards the humming display for the box’s sensor array, noting with little to no shock that there was nothing outside, same as the last twenty-one nights. Quite why they even bothered with the scans was beyond him. No one in their right mind would even consider G79 a target for any reason. It had vast quantities of sand, a crumbling ruin and was located at the arse end of the galaxy. It was a nightmare detail to be posted here. The equipment was in a constant state of disrepair with priority given to the vehicles and guns, the sun beat down on everything not in the shade; and the only reason icicles were not hanging from every corner of the box was because there wasn’t enough water on the planet to fill an egg cup. The sheer boredom alone was enough to drive the most staunch and disciplined trigger happy after a few months, and almost all of the Federation troops had been there years. Each of them had created their own methods to pass the time, in his case it had been pinching the alcohol reserves from anyone who could afford to lose a few drops. Foster couldn’t deny that he had turned up in bad shape with his current drinking partners, still blind drunk from the previous night, but so what? It wasn’t as if they were expecting danger, or as if they were guarding some stop secret find of the century. It had just been bad luck which the Major had pulled a surprise drill while he was half way through the second bottle of tirellian wine they had found. After getting a roasting from the Major they had been separated and sent off in different directions, posted at different points on the ‘defence line’ they had made in their first couple of weeks since landing on the planet. Apparently positioned there indefinitely, or at least until the archaeologists finished whatever the hell it was they were doing in that hole they’d found. As he rose up from next to the inactive heater, stamping his feet and swinging his arms as he tried to generate some body heat, the sensors pinged quietly. Thinking he had misheard it for a second, or that it like everything else it was malfunctioning, Foster squinted through the viewing slit out towards the barren sea of dunes and craters outside. It was the last thing he ever did. Unseen, a lone soldier pulled the trigger on the sniper rifle it held as Foster’s head bobbed in to view , the large projectile decapitating the man a second later. Less than a minute later three key beats sounded across their radios and the Ar’c began to move forwards. Two of the pillboxes were now inactive. A narrow hole was now open in the Federation’s early warning system. They were in. ------- It was only a short time before the Federation sent anyone to investigate the radio silence in their first line of defence. Squinting into the distance Ra could make out the smudges of fast moving hover vehicles. “Four small armoured personnel transports” Ra said slowly as they became visible, perched atop one of the pillboxes as most of the Ar’c began to take cover. “Two light vehicles, escorts. No tanks” he looked down at the Ar’c next to him, the blue flecks of colour above the alien’s eyes giving him the only indication that he was speaking to the group’s commanding officer. “They are approaching at high speed, escort formation” he explained giving further details as they got closer “No signs that they are suspecting a battle, just caution… wait.” He paused for a few seconds then corrected himself. “Two tanks, tracked.” The commander nodded, moving away to give out orders to the others as Ra sighed. That was going to complicate things. They had been relying upon the Federation having no access to heavy armour, instead being reliant upon infantry. Just the latest in a running number of problems which had been plaguing the mission. The first had arisen when the FTL gate which had been used to deploy the gliders carrying the force had placed them in the wrong location, several miles from their target. Most likely due to a malfunction within the targeting systems or a minute miscalculation by those who were planning the attack. Ra was just thankful that they had still appeared on G79’s surface within reasonable distance of the ruins, rather than thousands of kilometers away or in its molten core. A new plan had been formulated after taking two of the outposts over watching the areas beyond the ruins. Each station was at the very edge of the shield’s radius, the nearby craters from the previous battle for the world were proof of that. Being too far from the ruins to send patrols on foot it was obvious they would deploy vehicles to investigate the silence from their early warning system against any intruders. Vehicles they could use to reach the ruins. Turning his eyes skywards Ra could see no sign of any aerial forces. It was unlikely the Federation would have them stationed along side any garrison they had placed to keep watch over the ruins. They would have been hard to maintain and keep in long term working order in this environment. Shin had previously found and passed on records of the current tactics used by the Federation in such situations. Facing a force such as theirs would have them arrange their force in an arrowhead formation, tanks and escorts to the fore, troop carriers to the rear. In a normal blow for blow engagement the Federation would win. Thankfully they had no intention of relying upon simple strength of army to win their battle. Splitting their force in half, a number of the commandos would move to attack the enemy from the side. If the Federation maintained their focus upon the Ar’c who ambushed them, not noticing the few who moved to attack them from the side, then they stood a slim chance of winning. --- The desert was alight with heavy weapons fire and plasma weapons. One of the escort vehicles was little more than a half melted wreck and one of the APCs was burning fiercely from its engine compartment. Soldiers spilling from its exits as they attempted to escape from the flames. The returning fire was intense as blinding energy weapons tore through what little cover there was and detonations wracked the sand dunes as the Ar’c poured fire onto the tanks. Ra watched the battle unfold from just below the edge of one of the craters, a few hundred meters from behind the positions of the Federation soldiers. From the other side of the battle, he caught sight of the second unit of commandos moving parallel to him. It would be only a few minutes before they were ready to flank attack the armoured company, but already the crews of both assault tanks were bringing their main guns to bear upon the first unit. It was time to act. Breaking from cover, Ra hauled himself over the crater’s edge and sprinted directly towards the nearest tank. As sand sprayed underfoot a lone Federation soldier turned towards Ra, somehow hearing his crunching footfalls over the deafening explosions of the battle. Stooping in his run, Ra snatched up a shard of rock, hurling it at the soldier. It impacted with the force of a battering ram, ripping through the man’s throat just above his armoured gorget and exploding out the back of his neck in a shower of crimson. He fell silently, toppling backwards before he had even managed to take aim at the android. Ra sprinted onwards, unhooking his assault cannon from behind his back. The first of the tanks opened fire, rocking backwards from the recoil of its high calibre shell, a gigantic explosion enveloped part of the Ar’c’s battle line. Forty meters from the second of the two, Ra sprinted to its front and took aim, blazing away at the end of the tank’s snub nosed barrel. There was a satisfying blast from inside the vehicle as one of his bullets ricocheted around the inside of its barrel and struck the shell even as it was loaded. In a split second Ra’s target was torn from the inside out, the internal detonation of the shell reaching the stacks of ammo and sending the tank skywards in a fireball. Raining debris down onto the nearby attackers. Still firing, Ra turned on the spot and pointed his gun at the lowering ramp of an APC, stitching fire across the widening gap in its armour as he caught sight of its occupants. A few were smart enough to duck as the bullets flew into the tank. Most were not. Drawing a stun grenade from his belt he threw it at the same target, making sure that those who had survived the attack would not be any further trouble to him. The Federation troops were quickly becoming aware of him, precision shots impacted across his armour and he heard the whine of maneuvering jets from close by. A second later a escort speeder swung around from behind the APC, its two laser cannons swiveled to face Ra. Blasts of energy exploded around him, hurling him backwards, the white armour of his right arm dissolved to a molten ruin along with his cannon. Ra hurled the useless weapon away as the speeder’s main cannon let loose a trio of shots, whistling just past his head and exploding just behind him. Even as the speeder backed up, the cannon correcting its angle to hit him Ra was upon it. Leaping forwards and slamming into its front, the machine bucking as its forward armour warped under the impact. Grabbing onto an outcropping in the machines hull as it attempted to throw him off, Ra rained blow after blow down upon the canopy protecting its pilot. It resisted then gave way entirely, shattering beneath the repeated impacts. Wasting no time, Ra reached through, crushing the skull of the pilot within. Grabbing its edge he hurled the jagged remains at one of the Federation soldiers still sniping at him, the plasteel glass scything through him. Without anything to guide it the speeder began to tilt, turning drunkenly as it hung lop sided in the air. Dropping to the ground Ra grabbed one of the port laser cannon, heaving as he ripped it free from its armoured mountings, dragging out its main gunner along with it. Ra brought a fist down on the gunner’s back, splitting his armour and shattering his spine. The gunfire being sent at him was becoming too intense, others joining the handful who had been taking shots at Ra. The slowly growing shower of bullets was beginning to overcome the ablative effect of his armour and he staggered back as a bullet struck him in the chest. Fourteen of the soldiers were now attacking him, moving out of cover and slowly advancing, firing as they came. Ra hurled what was left of the laser cannon through them, killing two and removing the arm of a third. Cursing, he surged forwards, ducking left and right as heavier weapons, plasma cannons sent glowing orbs of volatile energy after him. Ra covered the ground quickly, crashing into their lines. His fist buckled the faceplate of the first soldier he took down, killing him instantly. Grabbing the man’s weapon as he fell he killed the next two troopers, finishing them an instant after killing the first. Five more were dead before the weapon’s ammunition was exhausted. Another one, apparently a sergeant, came at him with a combat knife, his own gun lying abandoned behind him. Ra finished him just as he had the first of his squad. There was the hiss of hydraulics and behind him came another of the APCs. Its ramp dropping and illuminated against the light within another unit of soldiers advanced, even as the remains of the previous group Ra had been fighting fell back. Ra grabbed the staff weapon at his belt and, without extending it, fired it at the group’s leader. The high energy flare, initially intended to simply serve as a distraction to Chimera drones, burned its way through the officer’s chest with little resistance. To their credit, the others of their group didn’t stop, instead opened fire. Minuscule glowing flashes of light flashed from the hilt of the weapon as Ra extended it to its full length, the miniature interceptors ripping through the storm of bullets as they were sent at Ra. Advancing inside the vehicle the soldiers gave little resistance. New gunfire and explosions erupted as the second commando unit launched their attack, the remains of the Federation’s formation dissolving into anarchy. Ra felt a surge of exaltation, the battle was theirs. ----- The Ar’c picked the dead clean, taking all that was worth carrying and finishing the few living Federation soldiers. The few vehicles which were now little more than wrecks had been stripped of anything which could help to repair the others. Ra contributed the few billion nanomachines he could spare to the task, much of his right arm and body flowing with them as they began the process of repairing himself and his armour. Six of the Ar’c had died in the battle with another seven injured beyond help. More than a third of their overall force was now dead or unable to carry a weapon. If the others of their kind felt any distain to their plan, they did not show it. Rising stiffly Ra limped back towards the remaining tank which, surprisingly, had been taken with little damage to its armament. They would have to move quickly, even if the Federation had not heard the explosions they would soon be moving to investigate what was keeping the patrol so long to report back. As before, they had a narrow window of opportunity. If they could return to the ruins before they started radioing queries, moving fast enough to give the Federation soldiers the idea that they were fleeing someone. That, combined with the battle damage of their vehicles, could be enough to be upon them before those guarding the ruins knew what had hit them. A few minutes later, the ramshackle force moved off heading for the dig site. Leaving the dead and destroyed behind them, buried and hidden as best they could. |
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| +CEMP+ | Nov 19 2010, 04:11 PM Post #26 |
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(OOC: Hope this is alright with you DA ~.<) "You've got that right..." Travis nodded as he took once again to the air with a bound into the heavens, soaring above the red-head with a sprint in his step. "Considering what he's packing on him, I'll move ahead; not that you're incapable of defending yourself, but like I said I'd rather not put you in a coffin a second time." There was a subtle grimace on Jenosa's face at the last few words Travis spoke, but otherwise didn't speak out her point like she would have; she knew it was neither the time nor the place to argue. Instead, she simply nodded with less enthusiasm than before, saying "Sounds like a plan," before they moved off. As they did, Jenosa mulled over the way Travis spoke. What unnerved her so much about it was not the fact that he insisted upon taking the front; that, to her, seemed like the logical course of action, all considering he certainly had far better armor than her. No, it was how he seemed to be...blaming himself for her death; if anything, it was her fault for dying, not his. She had chosen to go up and front with Grace in a brawl, and she ended up making fatal error; nothing about that had anything to do with him. It was almost insulting really; Travis should know, and respect, the fact that went most level headed hunters chose this path, they do so in knowing what the consequences would be like. Except, Jenosa grimly reminded herself, the consequences I'm dealing with are completely, unexpectedly different from that. She wondered if Travis had any idea at all how alien she was; to be honest, she often felt like an alien living in a human body. And that was something that frightened her inwardly; what she had become, and more over, what would she become, was what frightened her so deeply about herself. She had vowed to herself she'd never stoop to a point where she'd be sulking about what she had become; to be who she was and how she knew herself. Yet the more time went by, the more the lines between alien and human were blurred. Even now, as she moved to keep up with Travis, she reflexively became more attentive to not just her physical surrounding, but the meta-physical. At first, she would try to force out the instinctive idea of even paying attention to her sixth sense out, afraid that she would loose herself. However, survival came first and that often required complete focus, and in doing so, allowed those alien instincts to flow with the rest of her combat expertise; recognizing and reacting to any distinct pulse or warmth amongst her surrounding awareness.. Truth be told, this thought process became so...natural to her, it was as if she had born with it. In fact, even she began to enjoy it, surprising her enemies as she danced with an unseen force that gave away her their actions. Of course, she had gotten used to a much lighter version of these senses before, but never before had she thought she would like them this intense. At times it made her feel full of vigor... And at other times, it was disturbing. For many times, she swore that after while of holding a weapon with a decent, flowing energy source in it, the effect became so intricate that it was like the weapon was...a part of her. As if she had absorbed into her body - even now, it was happening with the handgun Travis gave her, the pulsing lines of electrical energy flowing through it gradually feeling like they were her own veins. Yet she and the gun were completely separate. This effect largely brought up the fact that the Scurge Source was capable of assimilating technology into itself, which was definitely not a fun thought. Even so, she'd be damned if she was going to break down here; but she certainly struggled with herself at times. Her train of thought was broke when they finally caught up to Vega, and easily knew it was him because of the bright blue hew she saw in the pockets of his vest. Jenosa opted for Travis to get his attention by running in front of him and blocking his path, all the while she slowly, quietly, flanked him form behind. She almost had to bite his head off for insisting to stay in front of her to 'subtlety' act as a shield. The armored figure took off, and Jenosa could see him easily get in front now that the crowd had thinned a bit. ------------- The group of Federation soldiers that guarded the archeological site on G79 were pretty much like any other group; disciplined, brave and relatively coordinate. And being on the outskirts of Federation space, they were no doubt on their two for any ground forces attempting to establish a foothold or beach head on the planet; and perhaps use whatever weaponry that might be inside to down the fleet in order. But that didn't mean they didn't socialize with one another when the time called for it, and they pretty much had emotions. Even the guys who were shy or quiet usually did speak up and through in their own bit of gossip; except for one, particular armor glad soldier named Dalden Alshen. Most of the soldiers ignored him, and considered him pretty much anti-social, the man only speaking a few words when it came time for business, but nothing on his personal life. His face might as well have been made of stone he appeared to be so emotionless; he didn't barely even blinked at all. A few even speculated he was an android, but the commander who looked over his profile said he was clean. At this point in time, the man didn't seem to care what they thought of him either; only that they had no suspicions. As far as he was concerned, all that matter was accomplishing his objectives before they did. He had already adapted to fool most sensors, and most likely the ones inside the old chozo ruins; he recalled that it was being man by an 'A.I.' called professor Derad Aundre; someone who he knew and who knew what he really was, and if that were correct, Derad would have notified the Federation to detain him and even quarantine him as best as possibly. Preferably in a very isolated area. All he had to do was bide his time until the proper moment arrived for him to enter the ruins and complete his objectives. And it did, for an unknown group had begun attacking the outpost, and there was a clearly some surprise; yet the soldiers around him went to do their job as usual. He followed suit for the time, and when the opportunity came and there was a chaos, he fled strait to the dig site. As he did, he turned around to look at his attackers; and ended up with a sniper bullet in his face. Despite the amount of force in the bullet, which should have clearly knocked off his head, it sent him to the ground to his knees, and then Dalden stood up, and stared at the snipers general direction... With the sniper round lodge in between his teeth. He spat the round out and then continued running, getting peppered by bits of plasma, but other wise not stopping at all. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Nov 19 2010, 05:50 PM Post #27 |
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Alissa hang back as the pair she was following had a shot conversation. They were not her target of course but they could lead her to her target, they had better hardware than she had at the moment and in the end they were all after the same target. Truth to tell she was not too interested in whoever they were chasing, but what she was interested in is where he had picked up that toy. This was the first real lead she had since making planet side and she was not about to let it go. The two she was following were moving quickly but they had clearly not noticed that she was following them, likely because they were not expecting to be followed. For now it was easy enough to move through the crowd and keep an eye on the red headed woman who stayed on the ground. The pair seemed to be working together, and the unique feature of the woman made her easy to pick out of a crowd. But they were moving quickly, and in taking care not to be seen it meant hanging back a bit. Alissa was not sure what she would do if she was spotted, it largely depended on what the other hunters did. She wasn’t looking for trouble, well not any extra trouble, and these two appeared to have resources that she did not. These sorts of jobs made it clear to Alissa that working alone was not always the advantage she had thought it was. There were those in the galaxy that she did not want to find her it was true. But her habits of working alone at times could be a liability. Everything about the way she had lived her life over the last few years had been about not drawing attention, nor making connections. But now seeing the way that this pair was working together she could see the flaw in that practice. the two of them appeared to be working in concert together towards the same goal, that team work allowed them to accomplish things that it would have taken Alissa a good deal longer on her own. there was no doubt in her mind that she would have eventually cornered Vega and captured him, but this was faster, the two of them could engineer the situation to fit their needs better, and that was a benefit worth not ignoring. The internal examination would have to wait though, the hunters had caught up to Vega, and as the streets were fairly clear Alissa knew she would have to do something and quick if she didn’t want to lose this lead. She reached within her coat to the weapon in the shoulder holster and drew it as she ducked behind a building for a moment watching as the man was cut off in two directions. Scanning the scene a moment looking for a place she might have an advantage she saw where the man might just turn to run, there was an ally not too far from where it stood. Alissa glanced around a moment looking for a path before her enhanced physical nature kicked in, she took off at a sprint through the ally she was standing in hoping that as she went around the building it would connect with the ally the man had access too. She saw him standing in the daylight looking between the two hunters, if she had her armor she would have bio scanners, but she knew the man was panicked even without them, eyes darting between the two hunters, clearly scared. Alissa moved now advancing slowly weapon drawn and trained on Vega as she came into view. This was a dangerous situation, there were still civilians in the area, and people could get hurt if the man did something foolish. Edited by Alissa, Nov 19 2010, 06:05 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Nov 19 2010, 08:12 PM Post #28 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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It was like she had never died, but he knew that wasn't true. Travis was mulling over many things as the two hunters put the plan crafted to action, using the shade of the buildings and the masses in the crowd to hide his otherwise heavy treading from his target; of course he knew how to stalk his prey from the shadows, it was almost insulting how Jenosa thought he was just going to march up and spark a panic and draw total attention to himself; he would stalk, but he wouldn't tear his way through the crowd and draw attention to himself like an imbecile. But as he swung from another shaded rafter and under another overhang using the buildings as grips, he pondered mainly the fact that Jenosa yet lived. She was dead; he knew she was dead when he had held her limp body. For a brief moment, he had allowed rage to consume him. Losing a comrade never left Travis in too good of a mood, so instead of unleashing his wrath on the offender, he usually elected to confine them and cease communication. He still had the images of the knife embedded in her gullet grafted into his mind. Travis knew Jenosa had made her choice, but he felt responsible for not being able to prevent it. He brushed it off as feeling responsible for her death, but in truth it was more he felt responsible for not at least trying to prevent it; as he was knocked unconscious he was unable to do anything. It frustrated Travis; the chains of unconsciousness had held him from lending a hand when it was needed most, and his fury burned hot toward his shortcoming. He remembered the "memorial" that the other hunters had held in her honor, Travis taking the liberty of leading the effort and offering what comfort he could to Doctor Tholburne. On that day, Jenosa had died and he had seen yet another friend fall to dark deeds done in battle die. It was nothing new, and yet at the same time it was new. But at the same time, Travis was a hunter of men as much as he was a keeper of peace; not only had his belief in justice ensured that her killer would never set foot out of jail for a long time (at least he hoped), but apparently she had a small price on her head as well. About 15 thousand credits, nothing big, but it was money. She was apparently some small time crook, at least that's what the Federation claimed. Nothing would change that he had he now had yet another comrade to bury though. Or did... So the question remained as he wormed his way to block off the man called "Vega" (he heard that name way too much for his health)... Why the *HELL* was she still alive...!? HOW? SHE HAD BEEN DEAD! He knew she had been, and yet in what seemed to defy all laws God had in all creation, Jenosa was very much alive and well... but seemed a bit strange. That faint glow to her eyes un-nerved him; had she been forced back to life? Had she gained some sort of new aspect to herself? Was that woman stalking their pray even Jenosa? Travis swung his weight onto a darkened balcony and waited for Vega to move towards him below, the armored hunter coming down like an ominous shadow onto one knee and standing before the man, weapon outstretched. "Where do you think you're going, buddy?" It was a fairly narrow road, and the only way past Travis would have been right into range of his titanic grip or through him. Chances are he'd either run the other way or try freezing Travis, but either way he had a man in powered armor to contend with, and especially with the suit could easily outpace this man in seconds. (Hope she's ready to catch him whatever he does, I'll stall as long as I can Jenosa...) He thought to himself, still pondering. There was no way in Creation that she should be alive... none to his knowledge. And it bothered him. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Nov 20 2010, 11:45 PM Post #29 |
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Native Son
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Vega put the brakes on the second Travis slammed down onto the pavement in front of him, though he nearly ran right into the armored hunter. He quickly spun around, fully intending to head right back down the alley, only to come face to face with Jenosa. With nowhere to go, he whipped out a weapon from his waistband - which looked to be a heavily modified Mk. II blaster - and stuck it in Travis's face. "Back off, man!" he shouted, charging up the weapon, the bright blue glow in Travis's visor getting even more intense. Vega looked behind him, remembering that Jenosa was there, and pulled out another gun from behind his back - this one merely a snub nosed revolver. He frantically looked back and forth between the two bounty hunters, his eyes full of panic and desperation. For the first time, they were able to get a good look at Vega's face, and this young man was most certainly not Jimmy. Yet, he did bear a strong resemblance to the gangster, albeit quite a few years younger. Probably about Travis's age. Rex Vega. Gambler. Hustler. All-around miscreant. His record was long, if not particularly noteworthy. Assault, DUI, drunk & disorderly, possession... mostly minor offenses apart from one weapons charge - about which his file was vague. However, there was nothing to suggest that he was at all involved with the criminal underworld, apart from his elder brother. "Who sent you, man?" he said to Travis, breathing heavily from equal parts distress and fatigue. The look in his eyes said that, although he was prepared to pull the trigger at any moment, the last thing he wanted to do was stand and fight. "Who sent you? Delacroix? You tell that goddamn dirty-ass welcher it's mine! He lost, fair and square, so he can suck my nuts! You hear me? Suck. My. NUTS!" |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Nov 21 2010, 12:04 AM Post #30 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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The weapon emplacement began to charge on his arm and he readied himself to spring at at moment's notice should he choose to fire. A precaution, if nothing else; he didn't really feel like shooting this man. "Who the ...?" Travis questioned, standing his ground, eyes trained like a hawk onto the weapons, unflinching and thinking better to not finish that question; he knew this look well in any man; he was scared, he was frightened, and with good reason; he was trying to hold two guns out knowing he could only eye one target at a time, and he was certainly an imposing sight in the armor. "Easy, we aren't here to -hurt- you, but that thing you have there isn't something you should have. I'm not your enemy." He took a breath. "C'mon man, take a breath and think this through, do you honestly think it's a good idea to go shooting off in public like this?" He nodded at Jenosa's direction. "Especially considering your situation? I'd throw your weapons down." Edited by Deadly Aim, Nov 21 2010, 12:05 AM.
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