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| ~Alissa~ | Apr 18 2012, 12:54 PM Post #331 |
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Alissa was quiet as the departed from the meeting towards the blackbird. her thoughts were on what was discussed as well as what was coming, as they walked together up the small ramp into the back of the door Alissa glanced towards Jenossa. "I have concerns that Mr. Clark will not stay objective" she said as the doors hissed closed behind them, the ship was already starting to power up in preparation of taking off. "He has history with Vega, some of it public record, I doubt very much Vega will be pleased to see him." she said starting towards her quarters, planning to change while the ship made its way towards the atmosphere, she would not be needed to pilot the craft till they hit the weather. "I'm not certain I trust his ability to remain in control of the situation when Vega pushes back" She disappeared into her cabin returning a short while later having disposed of the flight suit in favor of clothing more suited to going out in the city. a t-shirt tucked into dark jeans and boots, she tossed a long coat against a chair as she moved towards the cockpit. a pair of empty holsters were at her hips, the weapons would be retrieved when they landed "You are understandably invested in this, but I've seen you are able to keep control of that over the last two months." she settled into the pilots chair reaching back to pull a small headset over her right ear. "Vega can fill in some holes for us, but not if the situation breaks down into a shouting match, or worse" |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 25 2012, 04:28 PM Post #332 |
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Jenosa looked at her friend with mild surprised when she voiced herself, her friend certainly having become more talkative over the month. "While I respect and understand your concern, Alissa," she replied, "I think you're misjudging Travis. I might occaisonally question his reliance on technology, but I've worked with him long enough to know he's cooled headed enough for this, despite their history." Entering the cockpit, she sat down in the passenger seat of the ship, sigh in thought as she did. Her eyes flickered a subtle cyan when she spoke up again, "Let me put it this way: Travis knows Vega's psychology more intuitively than any of us do, and that's because of their history. Sure, ok, they might have shot and roughed each other up a bit, but at least they know each other. I honestly felt rather uneasy with the idea of you doing the talking instead of Travis, because you'd be a complete stranger to him. Heck, given the paranoid description, if you went in alone, he might think you're an assassin sent by Delacroix to tie up loose ends; and no offense meant, you do look like someone who would be involved in some weird experiment that Delacroix was related to." She shook her head, "No, I think we're just going to have to trust Travis on this one, and I do honestly trust him on this. Now if you asked me who I didn't trust," she continued with a wry smirk, "it's Z'Gato. He's still going down with his own armor for godsake's, even if he has a cloak to hide himself. I mean, jeez, both you and me we're armor and we're still going in with regular clothing; and our armor is pretty sleek compared to his." She shrugged, "I guess we're gonna have to deal with his stubbornness. Doesn't have the guts go in like we do." |
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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~ | Apr 26 2012, 09:30 AM Post #333 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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((Alright, since Trans seems to have poofed and people want to see this moved, I'm bringing it to earth for the sake of story continuity.)) The hunters ultimately decided to spread their numbers, Deciding it was for the best if they went in two ships and not as one; there was always the possibility that Jimmy had eyes on the ground in New York already, if his cautious nature was any indicator in matters of business. The flight through the atmosphere was remarkably smooth in spite of the heavy storm progressing through the northeastern United States. Travis watched with a bit of amusement as he caught Athena ogling the planet below with awe and curiosity. The Arctic Storm had descended out of the upper atmosphere somewhere over the Catskill mountain range, and at current safe atmospheric speed, they would reach New York in about thirty minutes. The lower half of the storm had partially spanned over the Atlantic, making it unsafe to attempt descending into the city directly through the more violent storm clouds. Looking to the port-side of the cockpit, Travis noticed the Black Bird descending through the cloud cover soon after, albeit at a slightly slower speed then the Arctic Storm. This didn't surprise Travis; after all, as far as he knew, this was the first time to Earth for both Alissa and Jenosa; It wouldn't be too far-fetched to assume that they were using a bit of caution in navigating Earth's upper atmosphere currents and weather. ["Welcome to Earth, ladies. We're sitting over the Catskill mountain range right now, so it'll be about... half an hour, 20 minutes until we reach New York City. I don't recommend going faster; you don't know who's also flying around; this is the homeworld of humanity after all, there are billions on this planet."] The flight into the city was thankfully uneventful, other then standard banter with air-traffic officials at the spaceport. Travis strode with a spring in his step as the ramp came down; sure, it was New York air, but for now, it felt more familiar then most places. He was on earth. He was home. "Alright, everyone," He turned, looking back at his companions. "The first order of business is to go meet those two at the lobby. I'm sure they can handle checking in on their own." |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Apr 30 2012, 01:51 PM Post #334 |
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Z'Gato remained quiet through the duration of the trip down to Earth. Before the pair of ships entered the atmosphere, the Chozo warrior had little on his mind other than the mission at hand, pushing aside other distractions as best as he could. He didn't wish to be distracted during this particular hunt, especially with the odd sense of foreboding the warrior felt. As easy as both Travis, Jenosa, and Alissa had made this particular mission, Z'Gato couldn't help but feel things could turn out terribly wrong. The fact of the matter was that this whole mission on Earth felt like a disaster waiting to happen, and therefore, he wanted to keep his armor with him. However, when the Arctic Storm descended into Earth's blue sky, Z'Gato was momentarily derailed from his thoughts as he observed the landscape before them. This planet was certainly as beautiful as Travis had described, if romanticized in certain aspects. It left the vague reminder of Zebes, resulting in an ache in Z'Gato's heart for a moment before he cleared his mind again. He couldn't afford to focus on the past. He had to focus on the here and now. He was going to be fighting for Travis, Jenosa, Alissa, Omega, Athena, and more importantly, Tisiphone. When Z'Gato opened his eyes again, they held a kind of focus only seen in a warrior. He would be ready for anything. "Alright, everyone," Travis turned, looking back at his companions. "The first order of business is to go meet those two at the lobby. I'm sure they can handle checking in on their own." Z'Gato nodded. "It is possible they have already landed by now, so we best not delay," He said before looking around for anyone suspicious. But then again, this was the human homeworld, so every native looked suspicious to him in some regard. |
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| ~Alissa~ | May 1 2012, 01:55 PM Post #335 |
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“No offense meant, you do look like someone who would be involved in some weird experiment that Delacroix was related to." Alissa was quiet as she considered the kind of experiments that Delacroix had apparently been conducting. “If I was I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t be knocking on the door” She guided the craft over the surface of the planet looking out over the surface quietly growing reflective for a moment. “I expected more cities, so much unused space and there are billions here” she said quietly, before long they began to see signs of civilization, the spaceport kept ships on a controlled approach to be sure there were no accidents. The blackbird landed quietly and with little fanfare. Alissa moved to select her pistols before pulling her coat on. she picked up a pair of glasses, on the surface nothing too special, thin framed with slightly blue tinted glasses, when she put them on however micro connections were made behind her ear tying the device into her internal systems, she looked at her reflection in a mirror as nearly colorless eyes shifted shades from white to grey to blue, the illusion in place the glasses also would provide her with a bit of tactical information as well, she looked towards Jenossa. “we should not keep them waiting” She could not explain why she didn’t want to stand out; the hair she knew was strange but not too strange these days, the eyes however she knew most humans found to be unsettling. “I think Z’Gato’s attachment to his technology is more for a sense of security” she glanced to her friend “he is an outsider, there is no way to avoid it, and humanity has an earned reputation of being hostile towards outsiders, even among their own kind” she stated simply as they walked towards the terminal to meet up with the others Edited by Alissa, May 2 2012, 10:19 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | May 2 2012, 08:17 PM Post #336 |
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"If I was I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t be knocking on the door," Alissa replied. Jenosa shrugged with a chuckle, "Fair enough enough point, although...you're not exactly a conversation opener on first appearance." As they moved across the expanse, Jenosa peered out as Alissa did. She was actually a bit surprised her friend had decided to speak out on her own a personal expectation without being asked first, but it made her smile as she responded back. "I can't say what I honestly expected for the our home world. I've grew up in such a far out region of space that Earth was barely a bother on our minds." She shrugged, "Really, it's not so different from my own home planet. Seeing this actually makes me feel homesick." She sighed. Maybe someday she'll come back to her own home and be able to visit it, but even if she could, she had a very important and concerning matter to still deal with. She was hoping this would be the ticket. She saw Alissa slip on an intriguing pair of shades, and stated, "we should not keep them waiting." Jenosa, following suite, slipped on her own pair of shades; Alissa wasn't the only one who had to hide her eyes, and while not nearly as standout as her friends, she always felt that their sudden flaring unnerved people. "Well then," she replied with enthuse, "onward we go." As they walked into the hanger, they converse, and ALissa replied to Jenosa's statement about Z'Gato. “I think Z’Gato’s attachment to his technology is more for a sense of security” she glanced to her friend “here is an outsider, there is no way to avoid it, and humanity has an earned reputation of being hostile towards outsiders, even among their own kind” she stated simply as they walked towards the terminal to meet up with the others. "Huh, I always thought that most of humanity would be a bit less xenophobic due to them being a part f the Federation. Shouldn't be surprised though, considering how our tendencies in the past. Still," she added, "I'm mildly curious to how well he would without his suit." Jenosa waved to Travis as they approached, and spoke, "So we ready?" |
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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~ | May 14 2012, 04:26 PM Post #337 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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((As promised.)) "Yeah," Travis nodded curtly, shuffling around in his coat. "Grab your stuff and let's go. I don't think I need to explain why we can't wait long." The journey into the deep annals of New York City was fairly uneventful (thankfully), considering the band of bounty hunters had to pass through Queens. Coming out of that district however, the hunters emerged in Manhattan. The spectacle of the towering skyscrapers and spirals of New York City had only grown with the centuries. As they went along via public transit, Travis pointed out notable towers and buildings, mainly a few notable ones caught his eye. Admittedly, it was mostly for the benefit of the curious Athena, who certainly seemed amazed at the spectacle of the massive human metropolis. "And... that one right there is a memorial to the 9/11 Terrorist Attacks of 2001. It was a horrific act, portrayed by terrorists; 3000 people were killed that day..." To the delight or the chagrin of the others, Travis was remarkably lighthearted during the transit process. But as soon as they crossed into a district closer to the hunters' quarry, that changed. The crew came across a series of upscale apartments; they were mostly large towers of residential suites. Everything in the area wreaked of power and wealth, though; manicured lawns, lush trees, expensive bricking, metalwork and sidewalks; a far cry from the generally gray metal jungle they had just trekked through. Stretching, Travis eyed the overcast sky that continued to pour rain. Cracks of thundered echoed over the hills, and lightning danced along the heavens. "Alright, we're getting close. We're all getting off at this stop. Everyone follow me, don't shoot if I don't. We take the elevator upstairs, and we try to do this quietly; that's up for Vega to decide if he wants to give us a fight." ------------ Some twenty minutes later, the buzzer to Jimmy's penthouse rang. "Jimmy Vega, I know you're there. Open up. We need to talk." The stone sincerity in the voice almost seemed to imply Jimmy had little choice in the matter. Travis was going to speak with him, whether the smuggler wanted to talk to the bounty hunter or not. "You know why I'm here, too, so let's keep this civil, alright...? I'm not here to jail you; provided you cooperate, of course." |
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| ~The Boss~ | May 29 2012, 12:26 AM Post #338 |
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There was silence from the intercom. Before Travis could make another attempt to communicate, the elevator doors slid open, beckoning them inside. When the elevator reached the top, the man standing there in the penthouse to greet them bore little resemblance to Jimmy Vega. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, and he looked like he hadn't slept probably in that same amount of time. He was dressed in flannel pajama pants and a gray T-shirt, revealing the tattoos on his arms that were normally hidden underneath the sleeves of an expensive suit. Standing next to him was Nick Scanlan. Both men were armed with shotguns, though they weren't pointed at anyone. "Travis Clark," Jimmy sneered as the doors opened. As disheveled as he looked, he had lost none of his arrogance. "Shoulda known you'd have shown up around here sooner or later. Come on in, but no funny stuff. No offense, but I don't exactly trust your friends." .................... Eighteen years ago "This is the place," Jimmy said as he pulled the car into the packed church parking lot. Next to him in the passenger seat, Ronnie Black was finally stirring after having been asleep for the last hour. "You sure?" Ronnie asked, looking around and not really registering his surroundings. All of Jersey looked the same to him anyway. "Well that would be pretty embarrassing if we showed up at the wrong funeral," Grace said from the backseat. The fifteen year old had been living with Henry for nearly a year now, and she'd been turning out to be quite the little trickster. She'd make a great asset to the crew someday. The three of them made their way into the church, trying not to exchange awkward glances with the other guests. There was certainly the chance that somebody might recognize Jimmy and Ronnie, especially if they had been at the pizza place, so they had to appear to be as respectful as humanly possible. Jimmy stopped to sign the registry, though you couldn't exactly say he was a friend of Gunther Clark. Grace signed the book "Grace Callahan," using Henry's last name like she did for school purposes, and Ronnie made some scribbles that he claimed spelled his name. They headed to take a seat, but Ronnie lagged behind at the entrance, looking around and seeming very confused, like he'd lost something. "You okay, Ronnie?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah... uh, where's the holy water?" "It's not a Catholic Church, Ron. They don't have holy water." "What the hell you talkin' about?" "He ain't Catholic." "What are you... how in the hell is a guy named Clark not Catholic?" "You know Ronnie, it may shock you to learn this, but some people just aren't Catholic. Somehow you're just gonna have to learn to accept that and get on with your life. Now c'mon and sit down." They settled into a pew and true to form, Jimmy and Ronnie crossed themselves, nearly simultaneously, before sitting down. "Hey, that's them," said Jimmy, nodding towards a blonde woman up in the front row, seated next to a boy who looked about ten years old or so. "His wife and kid." "She's pretty," Grace said. "And drunk," said Jimmy under his breath. "Word is they had to pump her stomach the night he died." "Poor kid," Ronnie muttered to no one in particular. "Losin' his dad like that, I know how he feels. Fuckin' Russians." "You hated your father," Jimmy retorted. "You still talk shit about him, to this day." "Yeah, but that don't mean I wanted him to get whacked. And for no reason, too. He was just havin' dinner with Bobby Wu. At least Clark was in the line of duty, carryin' a weapon." "Is it true they put his head on a pike?" Grace asked breathlessly. "What the hell... where did you hear that?" Jimmy looked at her like she'd grown a second head. She was an odd kid, that was for sure. Not crazy, not really, just... slightly off. "Nick's wife said that everyone at the base is saying that the Pirates cut his head off and put it on a pike, and that's how they found him." "Now that is just goddamn ridiculous." Grace only shrugged. She would not be dissuaded. There were all kinds of wild stories out there, especially from the battlefield. Jimmy himself had heard more than his share from Nick Scanlan, who despite being a legit badass so obviously stretched the truth whenever he opened his mouth. For his part, Nick had wanted very badly to be here. He knew Clark, had served with him even. However, his unit was in the middle of a war zone at that very moment, so he wasn't able to make it. "C'mon, let's go pay our respects." Jimmy led them up to the casket, within which Gunther Clark lay in repose, wearing his full dress uniform. "Look there, see? His head's still attached to his shoulders." "Doesn't mean anything," Grace said. "I'm gonna check and see if there's stitches on his neck." "Don't even think about it!" Jimmy grabbed Grace's wrist as she reached up to peek under his collar. "Jesus Christ, try to show a little respect." "Dude was a prick," Ronnie grumbled. "He was a stand-up guy, Ron. He was just tryin' to protect his neighborhood. He did the same thing you or me woulda done. Only he did it to us. Well, mostly to you." "You ever piss blood, Jim? I pissed blood for a week!" Jimmy couldn't suppress a snicker. "Yeah, that was pretty funny." "He thought I was a hooker," said Grace. "What?" "Yeah. He came up to me and asked me if you guys were making me do things that I didn't wanna do." "And what did you say to him?" "I said yeah, you make me wait in the car while you're inside fuckin' up motherfuckers. I don't think he knew what to think after that." It was about two and a half months ago when Jimmy and Ronnie had their run-in with Gunther Clark. Henry had been making inroads to New Jersey recently, taking over most of the Irish crews, particularly in Atlantic City. With Jack O'Leary dead and both the Malloy Brothers in prison, there weren't anymore strong bosses around to keep everyone from killing each other, and just as importantly, to stand up to Gio Carsolinni. And naturally, Gio wasn't exactly thrilled about guys from New York showing up in his city. So things were tense already when Clark started wielding a Louisville Slugger and went about chasing the gangsters out of his neighborhood. Jimmy and Ronnie had been trying to get the locals in line. They'd been at it for weeks, going around the neighborhood, letting everyone know that Henry was in charge now. And then at Sally's pizza parlor they ran into Clark. He wasn't intimidated by them, and why would he be? They were a couple of twenty-year old kids still learning how to be tough guys, and he was a Marine captain who'd seen real combat. They cleared out of there real quick, but not before Clark took his bat to Ronnie's gut. Ronnie and Jimmy crossed themselves again (with Grace mentally noting that they'd done this three times already since walking into the building) and turned to head to their seats, stopping along the way to offer their condolences to the widow. "Mrs. Clark? My name's Jim Vega, and this is Ronnie Black, and Grace." "Hey there, cutie," Grace said, tousling the boys hair. He didn't seem to like that. "We just wanted you to know... Mr. Callahan wanted you to know, that whatever differences he and your husband may have had, he respected his service, and very much honors his sacrifice. And that if there is anything that he can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask..." ...................... "Whoa... what the hell is she doing here?" Nick Scanlan raised his shotgun, pointing it directly in Jenosa's face. "You're supposed to be dead," he growled at her. "Take it easy there, Nick." "Take it easy my ass! Jim, that's Jenosa Arma! Grace is in prison for killin' her, only she ain't fuckin' dead!" He turned back to the redheaded bounty hunter, staring her down and daring her to make a move. "What the hell's going on here? You for real? Or you some kind o' cyborg?" |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | May 29 2012, 02:26 AM Post #339 |
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Z'Gato did not like where this exchange was going. The armored claw under his cloak tightened into a fist, the avian eyes hidden by his hood glancing at the shotguns. For Z'Gato, the shotgun blasts would have almost no effect on the hardened armor of the Chozo suit. A slug would have similar difficulties against the advanced suit Z'Gato wore. This made him puzzled. While more primitive, Travis also tended to wear a powered suit as well, and it was likely both Jimmy and 'Nick' knew of this. Why would they be armed with mere shotguns if that was the case? Perhaps Jimmy knew Travis wouldn't wear the suit and would, therefore, be vulnerable? That wouldn't make sense either... Z'Gato felt the feathers on the back of his neck stand up for a moment as he wondered what else could be in those shotguns, but regardless, this was Travis' show. He would not dishonor Travis by immediately resorting to violence, even though Z'Gato would much rather subdue these vermin and get the information out of them quickly. There was no telling how much of a lead Delacroix already had, and if they were going to catch him, time might be of the essence. Z'Gato's eyes briefly went from Jimmy to Nick then to Travis. Edited by DarkKnightCuron, May 29 2012, 02:27 AM.
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| +transcon+ | May 29 2012, 07:31 AM Post #340 |
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((There shouldn't bee too much issue with this, but if there is, let me know.)) The final tall figure in a matching cloak followed the group into Vega's residence. There wasn't much for the creature to do, but Omega had an idea to scope out the place for any evidence that related to the case. But, when one of Vega's people pulled the shotgun and pointed it at Jenosa, his body instinctively moved without thinking. He couldn't help it. One step forward and an alien arm appeared out from under the cloak. It lashed out at the shotgun to grip it at the barrel. One good squeeze and it would be pinched. Then, his opposite leg quickly swept forward to sweep the man off his feet and drop him on his back leaving Omega with the damaged shotgun in clenched hand and a foot on the man's chest. All of this in one fluid motion. Samus did train him well. "The man said to take it easy," the multi-toned voice growled in warning. He shook the damaged shotgun in his grasp as if to make a point. "We agree no funny stuff, but this isn't funny. "Your turn, Dead Eye." As he turned his head to face Travis, he tossed the shotgun to him. There was clear evidence that the barrel of the weapon had indeed been crushed. ------------------------------- "Happy hunting," Athena said to Travis before parting ways at the airport. She had her own agenda. Museums, libraries, landmark architectures... so much to do... so little time.... Perhaps when her mate's mission was over, she would tell him about her adventure in New York City, Terra. |
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