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| ~Alissa~ | Jul 2 2012, 09:27 PM Post #351 |
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Alissa had lowered her weapons at the request of her friend and withdrew towards the back of the group, although she remained moving, keeping a clear line of sight on the two gangsters as the conversation unfolded. She listened and considered the best way to proceed, and she had an idea. She studied the group a moment “the question I have is where we can find Jenkins, Delacroix, and this project vertigo” she said simply “if you don’t know I suspect you have an idea, This Delacroix is careful but there is a crack in his planning, and with military involved there is a certain level of bureaucracy that cannot be avoided, no one ever sold an army something without there being a paper trail, even if the army wasn’t supposed to have it” She regarded Vega a moment “If you had to contact Delacroix, or deliver that weapon, or wanted to warn him about what was coming for him” she added the last bit with a bit of a tone of warning “what would you do?” She was not about to discuss any plans in front of someone who has worked with one of their targets, and she hoped the others would not make the mistake of doing just that. While Vega was being cooperative she had no reason to trust him. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 10 2012, 07:38 PM Post #352 |
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"Couldn't tell you," Jimmy said to Jenosa. "All I heard was, 'something special, just for the redhead.' And that's a direct quote right there. My guess is that it's got something to do with the fact that you're sitting here in my living room talking to me instead of being buried underneath the desert. Stuff like that tends to draw attention to yourself. "something special, just for the redhead," Jenosa muttered under her breath, relaxing back into her seat, but now clearly agitated by what had been said. What had appeared to be some simple, military ploy for an ambiguous alien pathogen was beginning to appear more and more like a long time running conspiracy. And it was now impossible to shake off the feeling that she had been unknowingly involved her far longer than before all this started. She became mildly concerned when Z'Gato took off his hood to reveal his race, but wasn't surprised by either sides' reaction. What she was mildly surprised with was Jimmy breaking out an old, relic of a arm cannon very much like Z'Gato's. To do that, she thought, with a crowd like this, might have taken some guts, but Jenosa figured there were a few reasons why; one including hidden 'security' that even her senses couldn't pick up, but sure had a hunch what it was. She peered over, actually admiring the age of the weapon for a moment before turning back to the conversation at hand. While she certainly looked like the one to enjoy the outdoors, one might still be surprised that she had a hobby in collecting various hand guns, finding herself fond of their lightweight, flexible use. These were mainly energy weapons, and especially vintage ones, and while the cannon wasn't the weapon of her style, the weapon still held some of that appeal of having been used and trusted by it's user. "Reminds me of when I got my Gemini handgun," she commented, "scratched and worn, but still tried and true if you learn to fix it up right." And then Alissa spoke up, and Jenosa found herself coming back to the reason they were here. She nodded in agreement with her friend, "Alissa has the right questions. The cannon is a nice display, but unless you brought it to make a point, we're still interested in locating Delacroix." |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 24 2012, 06:07 PM Post #353 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Travis exhaled, a slow, slightly cynical smile coming to his face and just as quickly fading when he realized the implications. Part of him had hoped even now that Jenkins was acting alone, without help from the military in any way... so much for that hope. "I had a feeling..." The conversation had already carried on as he stood pensive however. After watching the back and forth between everyone, from over the arm cannon to the reaction of the two within their party tied to the ancient weapon, Travis nodded in agreement with Alissa and Jenosa. "As incredible of a find as this is, Jimmy... it does little for us other then confirm the supplier for that weapon; Is this going to help us locate him in any way?" ((Sorry, I know it ain't much. XD )) |
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| ~The Boss~ | Aug 1 2012, 02:47 PM Post #354 |
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“If you had to contact Delacroix, or deliver that weapon, or wanted to warn him about what was coming for him” Alissa said, “what would you do?” "I'm getting to th-" Jimmy started to day, then cut himself off. "I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?" He was familiar with all the others. Even if he didn't know them personally as he did Travis, he certainly knew of them. But this white-haired girl, as far as he was concerned, she'd just shown up out of the blue. In fact, when she spoke, it was the first time that Jimmy really even registered that she was there. "I'm trying to make a point, here," he continued. "And that point is, the Ice Beam ain't the first weapon I've built for Delacroix, so you getter goddamn be prepared. Now then..." Jimmy tore a blank sheet of paper from the notebook before handing it back to Omega (his notes on the construction of the Ice Beam were also detailed within) and jotted down two sets of coordinates, one galactic, one planetary. "The system's called Alpha Leonis, you're looking for the larger of two moons orbiting the third planet, big green gas giant. One you're there, these coordinates should take you right to his hidey hole. "Now the facility itself is underneath a mountain. The main entrance is a huge tunnel dug out of a cliff face, sealed by bigass blast doors, you can't miss it. Getting inside, however, totally different story. They usually keep the doors open to keep the flow of vehicles and personnel going, but even then it's damn near impenetrable. They got machine guns, auto-turrets, artillery, droids, constant patrols in the canyon, and they probably got 'Hogs blocking the entrance. And then once you get inside the tunnel, or loading bay or whatever you wanna call it, you gotta go through even more blast doors, through a corridor that's probably gonna be crawling with men by this time, and finally to yet another set of blast doors before you get inside the base proper. Basically, it's suicide. Now, I ain't saying you guys can't do it, just that you'll be so torn apart once you get inside - assuming everyone makes it inside - that Delacroix's people'll wipe the floor with you. Problem is, the front door is all there is. There ain't no other way inside. "Except there is. There's a secret entrance Delacroix took me through when I went there, VIP access only. About thirty miles north of the base, there's this tiny little mining town in the mountains called Whitefall. You'll be looking for a saloon called Tennessee Jack's. Down in the basement there's a secret elevator that takes you to a private subway line straight to the facility, it'll get you there in ten minutes. Only Delacroix, Jenkins, the lead scientists and a handful of others have access, so getting in won't be easy. But it's the only route to take if you wanna catch 'em with their pants down. "Now the first layer of security you gotta watch for is Tennessee Jack himself. He may just look like a crusty old, one-eyed soldier, but watch out. His reflexes are still sharp, and he's probably got some high-tech, exotic piece hidden under the bar that'll make the kind of holes in your body you only thought were possible in cartoons. I know, cause I sold 'em to him. He watches that office door like a hawk - no one goes near who ain't authorized, and he's probably got a couple of undercover operatives lurking around the joint as well. Now, keep in mind Tennessee Jack ain't really a part of all this. He's just a patriotic ex-Marine doing the military a favor. Don't know if that matters to you or not, just something to consider before you go shooting up the place. "Once you get into the office, you'll be looking for a button underneath the desk. Press that, and a panel on the floor will slide back, opening up a small flight of stairs, and down at the bottom is the elevator. Now, the elevator requires a key card for access, and like I said, there's fewer than ten people who've got 'em, so if you can get your hands on one, then God bless ya. If not, then you gotta hack it somehow. Either way, when you get to the bottom, the doors'll open up to this little private rail stop. There's two armed guards down there, backed up by an auto-turret mounted on the ceiling. All it takes is one of those guys to hit the panic button though, and the place goes into lockdown, and you're done. But you get past those guys, and you can get into the monorail car, which is controlled by the same keycard. Again, chances are you won't have one, so I hope one of you is a damn good hacker. "Now let me stop right there for a second here, cause I gotta stress something very important. While you're down there, you're gonna be too deep underground for any kind of signal to penetrate. So, let's say you decide to split up. One group heads to the monorail, one tries their hand at sneaking through the front door rather than blasting their way in. You do that, and you're gonna be completely cut off from each other for at least ten minutes. And I don't think you need me to tell you that when the pressure's on, ten minutes is a really goddamn long time. "But, back to the monorail, once you get to the other side, all that's standing between you and paydirt is two more guards and their pet turret, and another set of blast doors blocking entry into the base itself. And oh by the way, there's cameras everywhere, so unless you can disable them all, it's a safe bet to assume they know you're coming. Then, once you get inside... do what you gotta do, whatever it is you're planning on doing." Jimmy had to admit that he didn't quite know exactly what they were planning on doing. He wasn't sure even they knew. It was easy to write them off as a bunch of kids in way over their heads. That's why they need your help, a voice in the back of his head told him. Most likely his ego, telling him what he wanted to hear. Assuring him, as always, of what a wonderful human being he was. But they did need help though, regardless of the source. Any little edge would be key in taking down Delacroix and Jenkins. Even if it just took them one notch higher, one notch might be all they needed. "And if you like," Jimmy said, "I can slip you some gear. Whatever you want. If I don't got it, worst case scenario I can get it in a day." He looked over at Travis, a smug grin creeping across his face. "And I think I got just the thing for you, too." |
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| +CEMP+ | Aug 11 2012, 03:38 PM Post #355 |
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(OOC: A friendly little reminder to Jefe to finish something up ;). Also, this post is fairly large; hope you guys enjoy) Armoria never felt so...alive before. She could literally feel the so-called Phazon coursing throughout her entire body, it's vivid, animate energies coiling, almost coalescing, with her own - a 'life-force' she never knew she had – in a way that the science team would later pronounce as symbiotic. To describe this ecstatic sensation as a whole, it was as if...her body was in constant motion – never slowing, never tiring – even when she lay perfectly still on her room's bed. And she found herself enamored in it. She remembered how she used to instinctively hate and fear the substance, especially during her first few doses as a small girl. The mere presence of a hypo spray would cause her to crawl back and ball up in a corner, whimpering and struggling helplessly with the scientist trying to inject her. And they had been such small doses back then. Now she no longer feared but embraced it like a life long friend, relishing her personal accomplishment; the image less horror of her dreams dashed away, replaced by the proud visage she beheld in the mirror, liking the new characteristics she saw about herself. Yet as the silent seconds ticked by in her stuffy room, her euphoria became gradually replaced with unrest. Turning about anxiously, she flicked her band of cerulean hair to one side, her bright, azure eyes filled with questioning. She had been given no word other than to remain here until told otherwise, and while she followed those orders like a good soldier, it bothered her. It bothered her to simply remain here, not doing anything or knowing what was to come, for everyday of her past life was that of constant activity, constant training. And that, along with her dreams and nightmares, had been giving her a feeling of purpose; but the abrupt 'stop' made that purpose suddenly feel...devoid. She huffed with impatience and found herself 'lightly' slamming against the big vault door. 'Lightly' being a resounding, metallic sound and an hand print-shaped indentations on the 4 inch parry steel frame. She was amazed, and surprised, with a fleeting euphoria at just how incredible her strength was; she hadn't even tried, and she certainly wouldn't have been able to do that before. Looking at and her hands, flexing them, and then back at the door, the idea of opening the door physically was...so very tempting. Just like it had been with the clamps. --------- Jenosa cracked a smile when Jimmy fully registered Alissa's presence, and appeared to have no clue who she was. Granted, Alissa was still mystery to her, but she trusted her now as a good friend. "I'm trying to make a point, here," he continued. "And that point is, the Ice Beam ain't the first weapon I've built for Delacroix, so you getter goddamn be prepared. Oh fun, Jenosa thought to herself, just what we needed. Being shot at with MORE fun guns. "Now then..." Jimmy then went on to explain how they could very well get to Delacroix, or at least what he assumed Delacroix would be hanging out in. And, from the looks of it, it was beginning to appear less like going into a lion's den she had imagined, and more like a Skagian Giant Hornet's nest (An insect native to Jenosa's home world that makes Asian giant hornet's look like fruit flies). Christ, she exclaimed to herself, this is getting a lot bigger than I want it to be. Even so, she couldn't back down, not because of here anger against Delacroix but because of the conspiracy that was so largely afoot and likely had her involved longer than she previously noticed. "And if you like," Jimmy said, "I can slip you some gear. Whatever you want. If I don't got it, worst case scenario I can get it in a day." He looked over at Travis, a smug grin creeping across his face. "And I think I got just the thing for you, too." "Hang on" Jenosa interjected, "is this the same facility used for housing that project Vertigo? And if that is the case, just how important and connected is this facility to the Federation? Assuming we survive, how are they going to react as a government." "Also, I think we need to you to answer a serious questions. How do you know Delacroix would be there and no where else, and assuming you're right, how do we know he's not expecting us to go the back route? Our previous encounter shows he's good at guessing people's moves; that, and he doesn't seem to consider you a loose end worth tying up." -------- "Armoria..." The room's comm crackled to life with a familiar female voice that snapped the soldier out of her power trance. "Azaya Tamaki," she stammered, suddenly loosing her military composure in the midst of recalling her room's surveillance. "It would appear you're getting restless," came the woman's voice in a concerned tone. Armoria looked at the indention in momentary panic, and then back where she knew the camera was. "M-Ma'am, I-I must apologize," Armoria responded with an ashamed salute, "I'm not sure what came over me." The irony of the situation was that she wasn't speaking to a drill sergeant, but, in fact, one of the scientists. On the other hand, Azaya Tamaki was a very high ranking scientist, and could have incredibly fierce voice to match that rank. She was also one of the few scientists who had, during her rigorous, harsh training and education, gradually come to interact with Armoria more as a human being than a test subject. They had provide her with am small but instilled emotional connection, and one that, loosely speaking, the closest thing to a family she; and Azaya the closest thing to a mother. "Armoria, at ease please," Tamaki spoke with care, "In all honesty, it's us who should apologize, though I know a portion wouldn't simply because they were following protocol. Can't blame 'em." Armoria blinked, protesting "But...I'm-" "Going through a post-infusion rush," Tamaki finished, cutting her off, "It usually happens with a successful infusion; you body is given a lot of energy, and like anyone, you'll want to do something physical with it...especially when you're riding the high." Tamaki could see that Armoria was having difficulty comprehending what she meant with her youth and limited vocabulary; after all, the girl had been bred for taking simple, direct orders without asking questions. And she was reminded that Armoria was, amazingly, only a month old. "Look, the point is," she clarified, slowly, "this isn't your fault, it's ours, regardless of how others would think. We wisked you in here while leaving you in the dark, and we should have done that, knowing who you are. And I have to be honest, you were amazing during the infusion; we might have dreamed up the procedure, but the results would be nothing without your effort." Some of what was got appeared to get through to Armoria, as she began to regain her military composure. "Yet...you said others were...following protocol." Tamaki sighed, "Standard protocol, yes. Even if successful, we're still worried that there's a chance person could go mad early afterwards." "Mad? You mean...angry?" “No, as in crazy, murderous; they could just...start killing people – innocent people - spontaneously, without any...real reasons." Even those with the best willed intentions,, Tamaki might have said, but avoid it. "We keep them a little holed up for a moment until we're...sure.” Armoria looked up obediently, "Then you're positive I'm fine." "I am, but other's would prefer longer; they're afraid and that's understandable given what you can do. But believe keeping you here would only do more harm than good, which is why I'm overriding that protocol, with Doc having passed judgment to me. I am going to let you out, but...you must promise - no, I am ordering you to show us that you largely have control of yourself. Do you understand?" This time, Armoria gave an absolute, solid salute, "Yes Ma'am!" "Good," and the gears of the cell door began to turn. As they did, Tamaki could see in the female soldier's azure eyes a fiery determination to succeed in that order; a determination that became ablaze early on in her training. It was almost as if, Tamaki remarked, that this aspect of her had been instilled in her genes. Regardless, however, Armoria felt alive with purpose again. Edited by CEMP, Jun 1 2015, 10:17 AM.
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Aug 12 2012, 03:32 PM Post #356 |
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Z'Gato listened intently, his avian eyes looking over at Vega as he spoke. He was not liking what he was being said, but from what he knew of human defensive protocols, this seemed in line with such a high-profile target. Even the multitude of blast doors sounded standard procedure, but that meant they would need significant ordnance to blast their way through those doors or a very good hacker, which Z'Gato was not. The ordnance, however, would be difficult to come by, and in such tight confines under the mountain, the explosives could be just as dangerous to themselves as their enemies. It was startling that Z'Gato thought the infantry would be the least of their problems, since the vast variety and power of infantry-carried weaponry in this day and age could range from a footnote to absolutely destructive. Especially if Chozo technology or Phazon was involved. Or both. The front door did, indeed, seem like an absolute suicide mission, from the waves of enemy infantry to the turrets to whatever else might be down there. The possibility also existed that some of the caverns and tunnels could be booby-trapped, which would quickly end their assault as they would then have to figure out a way to carve their way out of a cave-in. Once again, heavy-duty ordnance would be just as dangerous to the users as it would be against their potential targets. The more he listened, the more Z'Gato thought that a full drilling laser might be even more useful, but such equipment was, in this day and age, still heavy and would take time to set up and take down, unless Vega had something special in mind. Then the back door was brought up. The rear approach could require far more finesse than Z'Gato gave himself credit for, it seemed like their best bet, provided they could obtain one of those key cards or if one of their own could slice their way into the system. Z'Gato was not sure who amongst them had those kind of skills, perhaps Jenosa or Alissa, but either way, it seemed obvious that this 'back door' would be their best bet. Even an assault on the front would have to be nothing more than a distraction, unless the others could sneak their way in. With his bright armor, he knew he wasn't going to be sneaking anywhere into that facility, and so his only option would be to attack head on somewhere, either at the front or in the rear. Essentially, Z'Gato would probably have to run the distraction, but the Chozo warrior still shook his head. A distraction or diversion could still lock the whole place down, preventing infiltration. "So we will need someone with infiltration, electronic, and computer slicing skills, then," Z'Gato commented aloud, trying to think if he knew anyone with such skills, but at this point, he really did not know of anyone. He looked over at Omega, and of all of them, he was probably the best at sneaking through the front door, but by himself, there was a chance even he could be taken down. However, Jenosa did bring up her own questions, and Z'Gato eyed her for a moment, nodding in somewhat agreement. From their standpoint, they could be walking into a trap, but as it stood, a trap was really all they had to go on at this point. It was Delacroix's stronghold, and likely the safest place he could ever go to. "The hunted always retreats to its safest hiding place. He will likely be there, I would think," Z'Gato said before pacing around the room a moment. He then started composing a mental list of all he would need for this particular mission, making sure to request it of Vega once everyone's questions had been answered. Breaching charges, combat meds, combat drugs, a refresh of Super Missiles and Power Bombs, not to mention whatever else Chozo-related this man might have. If only he had the Wave Beam or Plasma Beam, then the blast doors could be very little problem at all. As it stood, he'd have to use his Power Bombs or his Super Missiles to punch through, and both were rather limited commodities for him. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Aug 12 2012, 06:18 PM Post #357 |
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Alissa listened to Vega’s description of the facility, it all sounded fairly strait forward. A standard high security site, lots of measures to keep people out, imposing sorts of security, and nothing she had not seen before. She glanced to Jenossa and gave a subtle nod, this was not a worry for her. “These guards...military or employed by Delacroix?” Soldiers will always respond in predictable ways to an intrusion but hired guns, even mercenaries, do not always respond in line with training, both can be an advantage but it helps to know which. As for getting into the compound, she had a few ideas that would work but most of them involved not drawing any attention, she glanced towards Z’Gato and Omega considering the challenges those two would pose getting through the front door. And then there was the question of body count, Alissa knew on her own she could get through the back door and into the facility to plant a rather large bomb and back out before any real alarm could be raised, however she suspected that was not something the others would approve of. |
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| +CEMP+ | Aug 20 2012, 02:26 PM Post #358 |
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(OOC: JP between me and Jefe) Initially, there was silence from the viewing, booth. A few of the Money People seemed to be nodding their heads in approval, while others were engaged in some animated conversation with Colonel Jenkins, who had his back turned to the window. Some of them seemed quite concerned with what they had just witnessed, though it was difficult to tell whether they were suddenly regretting what they had just done or merely unsatisfied with the results. After several excruciating minutes, he finally shook their hands and they started filing out. "Thank you very much young lady, that will be all for today," came the Colonel's voice through the intercom. "Doctor, may I have a word, please?" The band of scientists within their observation section watched mostly in silence as they tried to determine the overall reaction of the military and Money Men. A few whispered back and forth to one another, evidently suspicious of what was being said about their hard work. Make no mistake; many considered this a triumph, despite some of the initial hazard or two, and so far, Armoria seemed sane and stable to their eyes. It was by far progress, but that progress would only be measured by the internal data they would be collecting from the sensor's scanning Armoria's body. And so far, the few who manned these terminals were starring wide eyed at them. Even so, they all knew the data and progress wouldn't have much meaning to those who required a more direct demonstration. They were nervous of the response, but they were prepared for any verdict, albeit if it might go against their hard work. Oujair shared none of their nervousness and only held a fine smile at their work, but once called, his expression was relative and stoic as he made his way to the colonel. He crossed his arms when he spoke, "So, what is it?" "That was very impressive, doctor. Certainly you've exceeded our expectations, but tell me... what is your contingency plan. After all, Phazon tends to warp the mind as well as the DNA, and I would like to know what sort of safeguards you have in place in the event that she goes rogue and decides to kill us all. You... do have a contingency plan, don't you?" Oujair waved a hand nonchalantly, "Please, nobody within the team would be idiotic enough to to NOT have some countermeasures in place. You can relaxing knowing that there's a small bomb has been implanted at the base of the skull since she was a child, and it's fairly resilient to both Phazon and Scurge interaction. It's got enough power to blow her brain to bits at the flip of a switch, and we've checked that's still sending a signal after the process." "Besides, I'm not too worried that this'll make her go nuts." Jenkins nodded. He would have preferred a method of control over the girl rather than a self destruct device, as triggering the bomb would send them right back to Square One. He couldn't deny that it would be effective though. "Who else knows about this?" "Only a 2 executive members of our science team. No one else. We know that if the wrong person knew, our work would be capute. But to be on the safe side, we made a simple password for the detonation; assuming that doesn't bother you, of course." Oujair sighed, "I'll admit, using the bomb is a bit crude, and I honestly detest using it," he said 'detest' with a certain empathy. "Unfortunately, it's the only reliable method. Both the properties of phazon and the Scurge virus can seriously affect any kind of neural inhibitor, something I know you technically shy from using anyway. And the most resilient version we have could eventually be overpowered. And obviously psychological methods, like hypnosis and stronger conditioning, could simply be affected by the phazon itself. There are just too many unknown factors, though rest assured we'll keep track of the bombs signal in case its starts to act up." "Now I must ask," he came curiously with a wave of his hand, "what do you intend for Armoria to do, if anything at all?" "What we intend, Doctor, is to unleash her upon her enemies. You see, we used to have a young lady working for us by the name of Samus Aran. Don't know if you've heard of her before." The Colonel was unsure how far outside the Federation borders her notoriety reached. Even here at home, she was hardly a household name. A living legend amongst her peers to be sure, but mysterious and reclusive, a name mentioned in passing on the news when a notorious criminal was captured. Or perhaps a bit more loudly when a planet blew up. "Samus Aran was technically an independent bounty hunter, but for all intents and purposes was an agent of the Federation. Best we ever had, right up until the day she went rogue on us. We've never been able ti replace her. Travis Clark is the closest thing we have, but he suffers from two significant shortcomings. Number one, outside of his suit, he's just a normal human. Samus was - is - something else entirely. A genetically altered superwoman. And number two, the man is just too damn idealistic for his own good... to unwilling to do the kind of dirty work necessary to ensure the good guys keep winning. "That's what we intend to do with her, Doctor. We intend for her to be the next Samus Aran." "Ooooh, ambitious, but understandable given the circumstance. I have a friend who...travels about, so I've heard bits about her," Oujair replied with a quaint smile. "Though funny that you mention it, Jenosa is - or was - similar, given that she used to work a contract with the Confederation before she...'disappeared.' Can't honestly blame her though, yet I find it ironic but poetically fitting that Armoria shares her blood." Even more ironic was that Jenosa had stopped virulent tidal wave from spreading across the galaxy, though Jenkin's probably didn't know this. "Now then," he said with a formal wave of his hand, "unless you have anything to add, I will be off to analyze the data of the infusion process with my comrades - it might even provide insight to making some...original toys for Armoria. And speaking of which, our lovely lady will soon be acquainted with the equipment she'll be using out in the field. You can go down to the training section in a couple of minutes to see how she does with them if you want." "I believe I shall," the Colonel replied. "As for the countermeasure... inform Mr. Delacroix and nobody else." “I will indeed,” he replied with a wave of his hand. As he walked away, he grinned almost maniacally, chuckling inwardly, Oh, what an interesting life Armoria is going to have, however long or short. |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Aug 20 2012, 08:45 PM Post #359 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Jimmy Vega was offering to sell him something...? If the situation at hand were not so serious, Travis would have boggled at the sudden offer from the smuggler. The bounty hunter had hunted Jimmy and his crew across the Milky Way for years; and suddenly, he was offering to sell to a man he would usually detest and flee from? Just like that...? There had to be a catch... Travis would have to get back to that thought though, as the conversation continued through the room. "I agree with Alissa, knowing if we're dealing with military guards or hired hands will be vital to know. Soldiers, even in the black ops, have methodologies and patterned habits they follow in combat; even though you train to reduce those habits in the commandos, they don't vanish completely. If we're dealing with amateurs or hired hands, though, there's no telling what they'll do, obviously. Could you elaborate on that when you get a chance, Jimmy?" Travis' remained stone-faced and deadly serious, but inwardly, the information was beginning to feel like a giant slap to face of all he had ever stood for and done during his time in the service; all to protect the citizens of the Federation, all to protect Earth and America, all to protect his home. And yet, knowing how deep the rabbit hole went, while not surprising him... it angered him. It was starting to dredge up memories of why he left the military in the first place; and unfortunately, as corruption spread in the Federation, his reasons for leaving were being far too validated. But what was the biggest kick in the gut from all this...? The same government he had fought for and nearly died for many times in his life was sheltering a criminal middleman. AND his bounty. He had to put that at the back of his mind for now, however; now was not the time to stew upon such things. He had to focus and think; everybody else needed him at his best right now. (Lord, watch over us, I think this is going to get nasty.) He thought himself before clearing his throat quietly. "Also, Jimmy? I thank you for the offer, but I'd have to see first-hand before I make a decision; notably, where and how you got it. I would appreciate it though if you gave me information on the weapons in detail you gave to Delacroix's men; schematics, specifically." Travis grinned. "You didn't think I was just some meat-headed boy scout anymore, right...?" |
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| ~Alissa~ | Sep 14 2012, 12:57 AM Post #360 |
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The video played over and over again, and man stood staring at the clip as it repeated again and again. He had studied the whole thing of course but the moments leading up to when the subject struck the wall had the most emotion, there was a change in expression, emotion played across the face, the body language changed, and then the subject they insisted on naming “Armoria” struck the wall. He reached up pushing glasses back up the bridge of his nose before he sighed. “Sir?” one of his assistants looked up from their own work, the lab was small, tucked out of the way; indeed the consultants from Olympus Technologies had done their best to not draw too much attention to themselves with all the military running around the facility. The man shook his head a moment “no control, none at all” he said shaking his head *************** Several hours later Dr. Smith (which as far as anyone could tell was in fact is real name) stood in Dr. Tamaki’s office. “I have a concern” he said indicating the still of Armoria hitting the wall “That is a slip…a loss of control” He pointed at the screen a moment before pointing at Dr. Tamaki “And if you cannot maintain control of this subject then she is as useless to you as the other failed attempts and should be dealt with the same way” he moved over looking to the screen again ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Alissa stood listening to Jimmy fence with Vega for a moment before moving towards Jenossa leaning over she spoke quietly to her friend quietly a moment “I have an idea, but I would like to speak to you and Mr. Clark alone first” Alissa did indeed have a plan that may well get them in and out with a good amount of cover while making sure to accomplish what in Alissa’s mind was now multiple goals; Capture Delacroix, destroy the data they gained from Jenossa’s blood sample, and do their best to make Vertigo go away… |
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