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After-Effect; Post-AC RP
Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,544 Views)
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(Apologies for this post being later than a cheerleader after prom night. Posting by phone sucks. I wrote this thing three times and lost it three times. Plus throw in another attempt for Vergo Flux. And that's not even considering how painful it is to type on this thing. But, here it is. Not having internet sucks.)

"And so the mystery babe speaks again. You got a name, sweetheart? Or we nust gonna stick with calling you Babe?"

Jimmy shook his head and looked up to meet Travis's gaze. "No, I never thought you was a meathead. Boy Scout, yes. Not even you can deny that. You're just too pure, too heroic, especially given the company you keep. But you ain't stupid. You'd never have survived this long if you were.

"As for what I built for him, it's all there in the notebook. He's the only one who got the good stuff, though. All I supplied for his people was conventional type stuff, maybe a few plasma rifles here and there. I'm only one man, after all. It ain't like I can build Chozo weapons for an entire army, you know?"

He slammed down the last of his coffee and stubbed out his cigarette. "Come with me then," he said. "Let's go raid my stash. Just let me put some pants on."

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A half hour later, they arrived at Grace's apartment in Soho, a spacious loft on the top floor of a squat brick building that wasn't originally built for residential purposes. Although they were only across town, her neighborhood seemed worlds away from Jimmy's swanky uptown digs. Even the apartment itself stood in stark contrast to his penthouse, which gave off a cold, mechanical vibe well suited for thr urban shark such as himself. Grace's apartment, on the other hand, looked more fit for a hippie folk singer than a career criminal currently serving hard time. Her furniture was all mismatched and looked to be older than the building itself, the couch possibly being older than the Federation, and her ashtray was still full of cigarette butts, along with what were clearly not cigarettes. She had a bead curtain in place of a bedroom door, and pictures and posters from previous centuries plastered all over h

In one wall in the living room was a collage of old black and white photos she had taken herself. If they were lookign closely, one picture might stand out from the rest, that of. girl in a Federation uniform sitting at a restaurant patio sipping a drink and staring off into the distance. She looked to be very young indeed, probabaly just a teenager, maybe twenty, twenty-one at the oldest. She had short blonde hair that felll messily yet stylishly in front of her eyes, and from the way she was staring off into space she probably hadn't even been aware of the camera. The photo itself wasn't particularly remarkable, really just a snapshot. But upon closer inspection, the girl in the picture was cleary Samus Aran.

Jimmy had been using her place to stash some of his best gear while she was in prison, mostly in her closet. There was plenty of room in there, since she kept all her dresses and nice outfits at his place, and her T-shirts and jeans and such went of the floor, as they saw when they passed throguh the bead curtain. When Jimmy opened up the door to the walk-in, the hunters were greeted to the sight of an entire arsenal lining nearly every inch of the closet.

"Here you go," he said, picking up a metal case and displaying the contents to Z'Gato. Six power bombs, neatly lined up in two rows of three. "These babies are pretty common as far as Chozo weapons go, but right now this is all I got. I can get more, but that'll take at least a week or two, and I doubt you guys wanna wait that long. So use 'em wisely.

"Now then, when it comes to plasma, I don't got nothin' Chozo related on that front, but I do got these." He took a high-tech looking carbine off the wall and showed it to the group. "From the fine folks who brought you the Hydra Mark II, I give you the G44 Vulcan. Made in Germany, finest energy weapon humanity has to offer. Every bit as powerful as the Chozo version, but thanks to the limitations of Terran technology it does tend to overheat. You'll notice how thick the handguard is. It's generally not a problem, but still, go easy on her and wear gloves. I got two of 'em, and I suggest you take them both."

Jimmy handed the weapon to Z'Gato, then grabbed another offoff the rack and turned to Travis, an ear to ear grin across his face.

"Now this... this baby has Deadeye Clark written all over it."
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The trip through Soho had been thankfully uneventful for the hunters as Jimmy led them onward to their eventual destination of Grace's apartment.

(What a run-down place...) Travis thought to himself as they wound their way to what appeared to be an ancient brick building; the roof showed signs of half-crumbled shafts. Probably an old bakery... the masonry was a faded red clay, however. Travis reasoned that the building itself probably dated back to the 20th century. That it still stood with only routine maintenance was remarkable and a nod to the architects of 20th century New York.

Things became much stranger as they went up the stairs and into the converted apartments themselves however.

An assortment of mismatched furniture could be found inside, the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to the air although Jimmy had not lit one off. Travis raised a brow as he took a look at the ash-ridden, aged couch; this thing had to be older then everybody in the room, even Z'gato himself.

The posters plastered all over the walls didn't help the off-color retroesque vibe that Grace's apartment gave. "Kansas"? "Creedence Clearwater Revival"? "Aerosmith"? "The Doobie Brothers"? "Black Sabbath"?

He had heard of Aerosmith, but the rest of these bands were so old that he wasn't familiar with them at all!

(I guess she liked that period of 20th century history???) He thought to himself, brushing that bizarre topic off to the side.

The strange stuff didn't stop with the hippie room and the bead curtain, oh no; what absolutely raised his brows visibly were the collages of black and white photos; one of them he recognized immediately; notably, because he was there.

Travis let out a slight sigh as he recalled the memory. There, in this photo there was a picture of a young woman that seemed to be Grace, and two young men that appeared to be Jimmy and another gentleman that seemed familiar but Travis couldn't recall his name. It wasn't them that had his attention though; it was the image which captured a young boy in a suit standing behind them at a casket, a woman dressed in black holding his hand.

(My father's funeral...)

Pausing pensively as Jimmy and Z'gato slipped into the closet, Travis shook his head out of contemplation and turned his attention to the other nearby photo; it didn't take him long to figure out who the mysterious blonde in the federation uniform was though. After all, he had just spoken to that women only days ago.

(.... that's Samus!) He realized, pondering for a second as to what this meant. Clearly, Grace had preference for the 20th century styles, but that he would find a photo of Samus here, much less of himself in the same place?

This was no accident... and that troubled him on what this meant; it was a minor trifle though, one which could wait.

After all, it's not like Grace was going anywhere anytime soon, he had personally seen to that.

Carefully steadying his expression and tuning back into the discussion, Travis turned around to listen and hear just enough of it. Evidently, this was something Jimmy prided himself in somehow as he turned, holding a steel case.

"Now this... this baby has Deadeye Clark written all over it."

“It does, hu- oof.” Travis only managed to reply as Jimmy suddenly hefted the case at him, the hunter having to suddenly shift his weight to catch it, lest the contents within were damaged. The case was of a chrome finish, but that didn’t catch his eye.

What did grab Travis’ attention was the logo however. Within a oval plate the word “Lynøye” engraved upon it. Travis knew who this company was; they specialized in human firearms, based out of Norway. In fact, if he recalled, they were the ones who made that limited edition rifle, the Fenris Mk VII Tactical Magnetic Submachine Gun. A weapon with high quality, performance and unfortunately rare construction materials, there were only maybe only 1000 in the entire Galactic Federation; the vast majority of these were in the military in the hands of spec ops units like the commandos, he knew for a fact.

It was called “The gun that can do anything but replace the shotgun”; the Mk. VII could be used for assault, attacking armored troops and light armor vehicles, special operations and sniping. Admittedly, he had always wanted one for its extreme versatility and power. But the trouble was, they were rare due to the parts required to construct the trigger and barrel. And it wasn’t like he couldn't afford one… he had just purchased and fitted a small frigate for residency and travel for 6 million credits, with bank to spare; it was just hard to find! It was after all the only compact gun capable of shooting mag-railed ammo accurately at a high rate of fire made on earth, and they took months to construct!

For all intents and purposes, it was like a rapid-fire GAUSS cannon without the massive recoil or ammo cost; or the size, for that matter.

So, when Travis clicked open the case clasps with this thought on his mind, he fought every urge for a huge grin to cross his face… until he opened it completely.

Inside was a Fenris Mk VII… and attached to the back side of the case was an unsigned, authentic certificate of ownership; it was pristine too, that much Travis could see. There wasn’t a single hint of human contact on the weapon. He supposed that Jimmy had purchased it but never used it or sold it.

“Jimmy… you bought this legit didn't you? Wow; this… this is a Fenris Mk. VII. So, yeah… you’re right about this gun having my name all over it. But... I do have just one little question:

“There’s no catch here, is there? Other than dragging Delacroix to a prison where he belongs?”
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Z'Gato wasn't entirely impressed with Grace's accommodations. They looked a bit more...chaotic than Z'Gato was used to seeing, though he refrained from expressing his opinion about it. He was more focused on what 'toys' Jimmy had in store for his 'visitors', especially once they were in the closet that stored it all.

The first thing to raise the feathers on the avian's neck was the case of six power bombs. He was only partially surprised that a human smuggler was in possession of this kind of firepower and hardware, yet he did mention only giving out conventional weapons to regular thugs, so he wasn't completely angered. Still, he took the case and gave Jimmy a nod. Z'Gato had run a little low on his own supply of Power Bombs. He had ways of making his own, but the materials required to make them were incredibly expensive or difficult to find. It was usually easier (if more time consuming) to just track down stores of such ordinance for his use. Now that he had them, it was possible he now had the hardware needed to get through those blast doors, but depending upon the structure of them, even the Chozo warrior wasn't sure if it would be enough. Power Bombs were capable of quite a bit of destruction, practically vaporizing most living beings within a close-enough proximity--especially in tight quarters--which meant he would have to be careful about deployment.

"If you find more in the future, I can pay well for them," Z'Gato mentioned, and while he was loath to know that humans were digging up Chozo relics, it was slowly becoming apparent that he could not stop the inevitable. If nothing else, Z'Gato could at least utilize Jimmy's expertise as a supplier--though his apparent rivalry with Deadeye made that idea less than ideal.

The second weapon surprised Z'Gato a bit more than the Power Bombs. At the mention of the Plasma Weapon, Z'Gato looked at the weapon carefully and diligently. It was strange to see humans developing something so advanced, but he supposed that even humans could make leaps and bounds in technology if it involved killing another sentient being. It was not an ideal compromise in the Chozo's opinion, but at the same time, Z'Gato did not possess the Plasma Beam upgrade for his cannon, so this was likely the next best thing. If it was just as powerful as the Chozo version, it would likely be quite useful in a stand-up fight against any enemy target. He reminded himself silently to try and find more of such upgrades for his suit in the future. He shouldered the weapon, slinging it around his shoulder with the strap after making sure the safety--if there was one--was in the correct position. No sense in risking a friendly-fire incident before they even got to their target. "Both rifles will be useful in combat, and Plasma itself has a few non-combat applications as well, though I will need to consult my records," He said, making another mental note of it.

However, at that moment, Z'Gato looked over at the case that Travis received, and after a moment, saw the look on Travis' face even as the Hunter tried to disguise it. Z'Gato looked confused at the name of the weapon and looked at it beside Travis. "'Fenris Mark VII? And what is it capable of? I have not heard of such a weapon," Z'Gato said, and frankly, he had never seen a weapon of its construction before. It looked almost like a Gauss weapon, just very small. No way something like a Gauss weapon could be that compact. However, Z'Gato's attention was, indeed, drawn to Travis' next question about a 'catch.' Z'Gato almost scoffed, as it seemed clear to him that Jimmy didn't precisely have a choice in the matter of helping them, not with the firepower the team was possibly packing, but it did raise the question of why Jimmy was so damn helpful, especially as the individuals around were the ones who helped 'Grace' to jail.
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Here's Tamaki's response for Dr. Smith, since it seems rather brief on my end:

Tamaki had been been feeling quite pleased with herself and work - all considering how Armoria had acted after exiting her cell - right up until Dr. Smith decided to enter for a report.

She sighed at his explaination, "I'm well aware of what occured within the cell, Dr. Smith. Make no mistake that had been a concern for me even for me even before it occured, which should be obvious to you assuming you watched the rest of the recording afterward the incident, audio and all. Which begs the question, did you?"

Smith studied Tamaki a moment and closed his eyes a moment

"yes I watched the whole video, I've reviewed all of them, along with reports"

he took a breath reminding himself that these people had little experience in this area of the science.

"you are not looking to make a friend here, you are not looking to make a well adjusted member of society, you are making some one who will do what is asked without question"

he turned looking towards the doctor "you are at war Dr. Tamaki, and your enemies are emotion, and connection" he looked toward her a moment "you don't want a friend from that subject, you don't even want a good soldier; you want a weapon"

"I know the temptation" he said moving to look at a display quietly "but a slip like that considering the amount of control she has is a serious concern, a slip like that may be a sign of deeper turmoil, and if your weapon starts thinking too much she might start thinking for herself, and that would not be good for any of us"

Tamaki closed her eyes in deep thought deep thought, and when they opened she spoke quite sternly, "To be honest, Dr. Smith, I wish it were so simple as that. A person without emotion or any connections, who would do whatever we wanted, as if by a push of a button, and be capable of doing tasks that would kill hundreds, maybe even thousands, of soldiers just to accomplish. The many lives that this project could save, and the beauty about it is that nobody's elses was wasted or tortured in the process. All those past clones...just blanks afterall."

"But despite what you think, not that i blame you," she continued, standing to her full hight to show just why she was an executive, "Project Vertigo is about making a - meaning singular - super soldier, and I had almost forgotten that. And Armoria is that soldier, and we're certainly not mass 'producing' her, especially considering how costly it's been. And while we need her loyal, almost to a fault perhaps, we also need her to survivable and flexible. So let me ask you this, how durable and adapatable do you think weapons really are compared to soldiers?"

Smith studied the woman quietly for a long moment. he was used to dealing with the sort, very sure of them selves, lots of importance placed on their position. and totally dense, not that he had found a way to drill though the ego in his years of work.

" one or one million the procedures are the same, I am as a consultant, nothing else" he said moving over to one of the displays quietly "but it could have been any scientist they sent I suppose for that reason, I've been sent because of my work and success on projects just like this"

he turned regarding Tamaki quietly for a long moment

"while you fumbling around in the dark, we've had multiple successes...which is to say we know what we are doing"

he reached up pushing his glasses up his nose looking towards Tamaki

" I would prefer not to be present when this time bomb you have made blows, I suspect I will file my final report and pack up my lab" he said turning quietly to leave "you can expect my final report but the end of the week"

He knew that Control would not be happy but there was nothing for it, he could do nothing more that observe at this point and he had seen the procedure up to this point, he was convinced that the Olympus program of genetic manipulation, augmentation, and conditioning was the correct path, and nothing seen as a result of Vertigo had changed his mind. He would pack up his lab and return home, and watch from a distance as this subject tor the project apart.

Tamaki shook her head in calm disagreement. "I do not doubt your expertise on human conditioning, Mr. Smith. I recall very well how much Oujair spoke of you, and I saw that during Armoria's 'youth' education. However, with respect, you have very little understanding in who or what she has - and would have - become now. She is not simply some enhanced human like the ones you've made, but a human/alien hybrid who's body and mind has been bonded with a living bio-mutagen."

She paused for a moment, clasping her hands as she let the genereal of Phazon sink in, for the true characteristics were still very much classified. "I suppose, in a way, you're the one who's in the dark, as we have much experiance in working with this substance. But even we had shared our knowledge on this, which is classified to the likes of you, I highly doubt a full, head-on conditioning would be a good idea. It's simply too rigged, as subjects need some degree of flexibility within them, environmentally and emotionally, to handling this stuff. You might as well be creating the very bomb you fear if you did."

She made an exasperated sigh, "Of course we are aware of the risks and have fail safes in case things do get out of hand. Nonetheless, I strongly believe this situation needs to handle with an intuition, not an iron hand. Regardless, I apologize if you feel crossed about being uniformed."

"That said," she added, "I must ask, what were you're failures like? The psyhcological ones I mean, if however few."

Dr. Smith paused turning to look at Dr. Tamaki quietly for a long moment as if making up his mind. He had not missed the hint she had dropped and regardless of what secrets they thought they were keeping Olympus Technologies had built one of the best corporate espionage organizations in the galaxy, and so long as they were on good terms with the NGC that information was free to them as well, they had unconfirmed rumors, which Tamaki had just confirmed.

“ I should tell you that is classified” he said coolly turning to face her again reaching and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before moving towards a computer consol beginning to type commands.

***establishing secure connection with Olympus information systems*** came the status from the computer.

“ I would prefer to know that I gave you an sufficient warning before departing, but it is for your eyes only, if you share any detail of what I am about to show you”

***secure connection established, voice print confirmation required***

“Thetis” with that the system chirped and changed to a prompt awaiting command “display failure report Heracles 027, Minotaur 002, and Achillies 327”

Three videos appeared on the display the first began playing showing a man six feet in height, augmented with cybernetics pacing back and forth in a room not unlike the cell they keep their subject in.

“this is an older one, I’m pretty sure the brass walking around know of these” he said watching the subject “watch his face….confusion, frustration, the start of anger….more….rage you see that?” he said pointing to the screen “now watch”

The subject continued pacing back and forth a few moments longer before growling and reaching back punching a wall, a metal fist slamming through a reinforced metal panel, the video paused and the next one started, this had a clearly engineered woman in much the same stage, agitation, anger , talking to herself, up at the camera though there was no audio so nothing could be heard, and a similar result though she only dented a wall “ we start to see a pattern”

And the third video started, this showed a lithe white haired woman quietly sitting at a table, brow drawn together as if thinking. Clearly recovering from serious injury. She stood and started pacing, seeming to go through a similar progressing before coming to stare at the wall a moment, after a moment she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before slowly looking up to the camera where the video pauses.

“Two days later number one decides he is done following instructions, starts firing on marines, wipes out two platoons before he is dealt with, number two forces an overload of the research station reactor, all hands lost, number three disables security protocols and steals a prototype ship never to be heard from again, perhaps atypically she appears to go out of her way to avoid lethal force” he said regarding the other scientist in the room quietly for a moment before severing the connection with the Olympus servers and removing the images.

“In all seriousness it has been an interesting project Dr. Tamaki, I hope it all works out for the best”

And with that he turned to depart

Tamaki was mildly surprised that Smith was showing her these videos, but she presumed that he was doing it to make a point. Ironically, though, the first two subjects only served to confirm hers: that an excessive amount of conditioning could very well - with even the smallest experience being the trigger - cause the subject to lash out. She had to admit Armoria's closely resembled the first video, but unlike Smith, she largely took into consideration the more human aspects of psychology; and she was quite intuitive when doing so. It wasn't hard for her to imagine what had been going on inside the first two subjects mind, and probably why; their emotions had been suppressed after all, and while the Olympus viewed them as a weapons, Tamaki still viewed them as human beings. Because, in reality, that's what they were: humans, or rather suppressed humans. They only thought them weapons because of how they could produce and mold them, but that forget that no matter what you do, there's still a human template niggling inside.

And she knew with the few interactions she had that Armoria was distinctly unlike the first two subjects. She was riding the rush to be sure, but she understood to a degree who she was and what her training was for. She didn't know the exact reasoning, but the emotions and connection, she felt intuitively, would drive that home. Unlike the rebellious subjects, which had nothing but repressed emotions, Armoria had something to fight for.

As Smith left, however, she found herself putting her attention to the third subject, Alissa. Smith might have viewed as the same as the rest, but to her, the lithe woman's expression seemed to hold a very different thought process from the others. It was more ponderous than emotional, as if...she had been thinking about her life.

It was intriguing, she reflected, yet there was another reason Alissa had her piqued: her physical characteristics. Despite working incredibly hard on Project Vertigo, she was not entirely ignorant of Armoria's physiological origins, and more over, what had gone down to retrieve it. She didn't know the full details of who else had helped Jenosa (She had to admit, she had wished Delacroix had been more...subtle and respective with what he did, but in the end, science was science), but recalled hearing rumors of white haired, lithe woman being amongst them.
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“There’s no catch here, is there? Other than dragging Delacroix to a prison where he belongs?”

"No... there's no catch," Jimmy said. "You guys saw what they did to my brother. It's one thing for them to rough him up a bit to teach him a lesson. I'd understand that. In fact, I encourage it. But cheating him, manipulating him, using him as bait for bounty hunters, hunting him down like an animal, and then beating him half to death and strapping him to a bomb? One that, as I understand, had no guarantee of being disarmed." He sneered and looked as if he was about to spit on the floor in disgust. "Friends like these, you know? So no, there's no catch. Just tell him I said hello, and I'll be happy."

Z'Gato had begun inspecting the Fenris for himself. It was indeed an amazing weapon, and while Travis was correct in that he could only have purchased it legitimately, it took calling it a lot of favors from people both legitimate and otherwise to even get to that point.

"There is one other thing I can do," Jimmy said. "If you have a Grappling Beam" - Jimmy always called it a Grappling Beam, as opposed to a Grapple Beam - "I can take the parts from that, combine it with Travis's Electro-bolt weapon, throw in a few Vega family secrets, and you'll have yourselves a genuine Wave Beam."

There were more weapons still: a pair of matching tactical pistols that Jimmy had bought for Grace as a gift four years ago and she'd never taken out of the case; a .50 cal sniper rifle with both night vision and X-ray modes on the scope; a shoulder-mounted laser cannon; and several cloaking devices that Jimmy was sure would come in handy. And many, many more guns and explosives.

As the hunters continued to go through the closet to pick out what they needed, Jimmy took Travis aside and put an arm around his shoulder. "I wanted to give you something," he said, pressing something into his hand, a prayer card bearing the image of St. Christopher. "I know you ain't Catholic, but... just take it."
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Although Armoria strode through the facilities halls with a unphased, duty-bound gait that would make a general proud, she could not help but internally note the sudden...change in its atmosphere. She had been so used to these halls being filled with a busy but calm activity – having been escorted through them a dozen times during her training – that the tense silence she beheld wherever she went was...alien to her. She had never seen the scientists, and to a degree stationed soldiers, look at with such...unfamiliar yet wary expressions, and gradually began to make the realization it was the fear that Tamaki had told her about.

She was their crowning achievement, the accumulation of all these scientists' work to create a single, powerful soldier for the military. And she was incredibly strong, she recalled with a flex of her hands; and she knew enough about human physiology from her training that, compared to her, they were incredibly fragile. If she were to suddenly go...mad, she could kill them in a heart beat.

It was actually a frightening scenario to Armoria, and despite the feelings of euphoria and thirst to be...physical, realizing this fragility only spurred her dedication for them. She would prove both her loyalty and control, all the while looking forward to focusing her strength against her foes.

Armoria entered the room where much of her weapons training her had taken place, which was nearly as wide as a foot ball field and with targets at one end of the field. Greeting her in a mirthful salutations was her weapons and tactics instructor, Isenfir; whom, out of her three trainers, had looked to the most as a mentor. Ironically, he was actually an actually an ex-bounty hunter that who had decided on a whim to join the Federation military, wanting to lend his talents to them more often. His past career showed in his stance and olive skinned body's complexion, holding broad shoulders and a moderate and athletic build, all the while accompanied by a cunning face. His brown eyes gleamed with the pride of his work training her, all the while lacking the...fear that she had seen in the others.

"Ahhh, I'm pleased me to see the infusion was a success," Isenfir commented with a wry smile, "I hated the idea of all my hard work going to waste. That, and I see it's injected some spunk into your looks. I think it suits you."

Armoria blinked, at first unsure of what he meant, but the gist quickly clicked. "I...I think it does too," she replied back.

"And I see it's also injected some flare into your personality. Good. You've been needing it. But enough talk," he said with a wave of his hand, "you're here to get acquainted with the gear you'll be using personally on the field. Here."

Isenfir motioned towards the stasis container, and through the glass, Armoria saw within was a combat suit that, given her knowledge of equipment the Federation normally used, appeared wholly unique. Yet to a few others, it would looked incredibly similar to Jenosa's, except that it appeared far more combat worthy. There was definitely more plating on all the blue sections, as well as pure white, metallic shoulder plates added; all the while retaining the same sleek quality. Even the gauntlets appeared more smoother and integrated with the suit while still looking detachable.

However, the key difference was the metallic, white arm cannon set on top of the right gauntlet. It looked relatively complex and held two cyan gems on either side of it.

“The specs,” she asked analytically.

“And ruin a surprise?” Isenfir replied jovially, “I think not. Put it on first.”

Although she obeyed, she now couldn't help but wonder what this...'surprise' Isenfir was teasing about, and it only served to spur her putting it on. And as she handled the suit, despite normally viewing equipment objectively, she also couldn't help but admire its aesthetics.

As soon as she completely donned the armor, the suit's interior having tightened comfortably around her entire body, she gasped in a mixture of surprise and euphoria. Everything about herself seem to surge from her body and into the suit, as if its internal 'circuits' were actually her blood vessels and portion of armor her skin; very hard, tough, protective skin. Her gauntlets, having now become an extension of herself, flared and crackled with the same animated energies coursing within her.

Instinctively, she flexed her hands, both 'grabbing' and 'squeeze' the energies that she allowed to flood her palms; forming them bright, cyan spheres that, with the barest nod from Isenfir, she threw at the closest targets. Although she was only able to get off four consecutive shots before the gauntlets overheated, they had easily the chests of the armored dummies to slag.

It was an impressive sight, to be sure, though after venting those excess energies, Armoria expressed concern about the restrictive overheating. It was then Isenfir went into more detail, pointing out that the suit almost entirely acted as an extension of herself, including the gauntlets; their efficiency was tied to her bio-energy, and this sort of thing had been expected during her first time using them.

He then went on to point out that even if this didn't improve overtime, there was still her cannon.

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Gauch, one of the technicians responsible for designing Armoria's suit, along with the recently arrived Colonel Jenkins, oversaw the 'demonstration' safely within a viewing room. Although the use of the gauntlet's had a nice show, the main attraction was about to come. Armoria's arm cannon extended over her hand, and after getting a feeling for the settings within her mind, she fired a rapid burst with the power beam setting. And for it being only about 3 quarters of the width and half the length of Samus's arm cannon, the armament tore through 4 metal 'marine' dummies like they were paper in less than tens seconds.

“Impressive, isn't it?” Gauch asked, “For seeming so small it still boosts quite the firepower, and that's just the power beam setting. In fact, if you've noticed, the shots traveled twice as fast and penetrated into the armor before dissipating rather than normally causing surface damage. This is because those smaller shots are dense, still carrying the same amount of energy as the standard one and thus focusing them far more effectively. The only trade off is the 'push', but considering how freakishly strong Armoria is, I don't think that'll be a problem.”

And speaking of which, their new soldier had just made a fake on explode with a charge shot.

Gauch continued, “You're probably wondering how we got a more improved, compact version of the cannon without you know it. The answer is we didn't; what you're seeing is what we've been given all along, and I have to give credit to Isenfir for the genius modifications. Yes, I am referring to Armoria's war teacher in that room, who apparently doubles as an bonafide engineer in his off-time. Part of what made him a successful bounty hunter.”

By now, Armoria had switched to the plasma beam settings, and had torched around 6 'soldiers' in a line. With a single shot.

“It's actually quite ironic, really,” Gauch remarked. “It was Confederation energy condensation technology that he used to make it so compact, and it actually worked quite well thanks to how modular chozo technology is. The only thing it isn't compatible with is actually the suit's gauntlets. And if you think about, the bulk Confederation technology actually quite similar to ours, with energy condensation being the chief difference. Funny how technology tends to diverge.”

He paused for a moment to watch Armoria use the wave beam as well as the missiles and seekers missiles flawlessly. All the while quickly decimating the armored dummies

“But I suppose my opinion hardly matters. What do you think, Colonel?”

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Although Jenosa held a wary demeanor as they followed Jimmy, it was impossible for her to not start reflecting on just how deep this rabbit hole of a conspiracy was getting. The more details she learned, the more disturbed she became about the fact that someone connected with the Federation had kept track of not only her whereabouts but her 'physiology.'

It was rather of creepy, really. As if...the tubby, German-accented Confederation scientist who given her bio-suit back for future use had smiled in knowing something like this would happen. It was rather hard to forget an expression that was almost sadistic underneath. “Fat Nazi scientist”, the words of Jimmy's repeated in her head again.

She wondered if it could be just a coincidence. But if it wasn't...then it raised a whole slew of questions. Either way, Jenosa was sicked and tired of being in the dark, and she wanted answers more than Delacroix.

And whatever Jimmy had in mind, she hoped it was well worth the trip into this dingy neighborhood. It was easy to tell by her grimace she immediately disliked being here; it was messy, dirty and the lingering smell of cigarettes didn't help some of the bad memories that were brought up from her teenage years.

Thankfully, Jimmy's weapon cache was enough to lighten her mood with a smirk. And immediately upon seeing them, Jenosa grabbed for the pair of tactical pistols and took them out of the casing like they were her birthday gift. Handguns were Jenosa's favorite type of firearm, after all, and she often went so far as to say they were a 'woman's weapon, thanks to them being lightweight and flexible when dual wielding.

As she got a feeling for them, she asked Jimmy, "Y'know, considering what had went down, I'm surprised Delacroix didn't try to eliminate you before we got you?"
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Z'Gato let a small chuckle escape his beak at Jimmy's statement. "It would be a pleasure. I am sure the reminder would be all that would be needed to crush Delacroix's morale once we have captured him," the birdman said, noticing Jenosa pick up the pair of pistols. Oddly enough, he felt they suited her, though he knew from experience that she probably knew how to use any weapon in this room, save for possible the Fenris. Still, upon Jimmy's invitation to take parts from a grapple beam module and utilize them to create a wave beam had Z'Gato both intrigued and slightly concerned. It seemed Vega's expertise in everything weaponry was quite extensive and possibly dangerous, but at this point, Z'Gato was not exactly going to criticize someone trying to help out this band of hunters. However, Z'Gato shook his head. "I do not have the Grapple Beam module, as I prefer the energy blade on the left arm instead," He said, apparently regretting the decision after the events in the underground environment where he took his test of redemption. While the module would have made the road easier, perhaps that was the reason he was sent there--because it was supposed to be difficult.

Still, the energy blade had its uses, as it proved far more invaluable in close-combat. So far, Z'Gato had yet to meet any armored opponent that could stay the high-intensity blade that could emit from the Chozo Armor's left arm. However, it was a big galaxy out there...

"I know where we can find one, but that would involve a significant detour...one we likely cannot afford," He said, apparently hesitant to reveal the location to the immediate company he found himself with. The more time they spent preparing to capture Delacroix, the more time their target had to prepare as well. It was likely he knew this troupe was coming to knock down his doors and would have planned for that eventuality. What he didn't know was how they were going to assault the base, which was really the group's only advantage, as far as Z'Gato was concerned. The element of surprise and stealth were invaluable in combat, elements they would have to capitalize on were they to succeed. Still, with what they had managed to accomplish so far at least gave the Chozo a relatively optimistic look on the task ahead.
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"Well... that depends, Z'gato. Delacroix and his men probably know we're out and about if the Federation military is involved; they probably don't know just yet that we know as much as we do. Or, they could, and simply aren't aware at how close we are to breathing down their necks."

Travis was by this point enjoying the finer points of the Fenris as he partook in the conversation. He couldn't help but enjoy the finer points of the arsenal; although he had more then enough reasons to assume that at least half it was stolen, he wasn't going to complain.

(If we're going against the Federation, we might not have any choice but to take full advantage of Jimmy's sudden generosity. Then again... when we're right here at his doorstep, does he have much of a choice?)

Looking up from his thoughts, Travis noted out of the corner of his eyes at the choice ordinance of his companions.

The G44 Vulcan... he'd shot one of those before, during his spec ops training. In fact, Travis had burned his index finger by overheating the weapon. Regardless... Vulcans are a nasty piece of work; he saw what was left of a Lynx tactical MTV after recieving a pounding. In fact, somebody ignorant of the firing exercise would be hard-pressed to determine that the flaming and red-hot chunks of deformed metal on the ground used to be a vehicle.

And of course... there was the power bomb. Mostly from the exploits of Samus, he had heard of the devastating and multiple purpose effects of the weapon - including having it used against him. A compact thermonuclear explosive that eliminated any unprotected organic life save for metroids and reduced their body structure down to an atomic level. He had no doubt that, should the need arise, they would be helpful for creating an exit or breathing room for the hunters.

And of course, Jenosa had picked out small arms, which given her gravitation to his own pistol was to be expected. It was becoming obvious to him that she favored small arms. Maybe if they become closer friends a gift certificate for Smith and Wesson was in order...?

Assuming that Athena came first, of course.

"Heh... nice find there, Jenosa- that reminds me... not to be a thorn in your backside, but that magnum you borrowed from me? Would you mind giving it back now as soon as you get the chance? It's... well, special to me."

"And now that we're on the subject... Jimmy, would you happen to have the coordinates for the Alpha Leonis system? It's alright if you don't; just curious if you do. By the way... consider Delacroix incarcerated."
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Jenosa fiddled with the magnum in her hands as she sat reminiscing privately in Alissa's ship's locker.

It was after a solid fire fight that they had gotten a few good leads, which had left her relaxed and satisfied with their work. She recalled holding her first handgun quite vividly, not when she had gotten into this profession, but before then, around the age of 16. Both her parents were away and she had the house all to herself, which was nice since they had a tendency to bother her a lot. Bored, she had nonchalantly shifted through her father's office, the man having been a soldier in his past life; and low and behold she had stumbled across his personal handgun.

She had been told that her father had grown tired of all the fighting and violence, and no longer wanted anything to do with it; yet within their peaceful home she had found the one weapon that, having told this to her, he had carried on almost all the time during duty. She had recalled him telling her he had never left anywhere without it, and had been fairly certain the one she held in the office was one in the same.

What was funny was that Jenosa had held no interest in firearms before then; she held a love for sports, particularly acrobatics and wall climbing, but otherwise never found herself gravitating towards guns. Yet without barely any thought she had tentatively picked it up out of her father's desk, and turning it around as she looked at in fascination. She found herself not only admiring the craftsmanship, but how well worn it was, giving her the feeling of trust that had been put into this.

It had a small weapon that had carried him through the toughest of times, and without, he probably wouldn't be alive. She wouldn't have been alive; at all.

She could see a similar trust had been put into Travis's sidearm as well.

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She was equally admiring the side-arms she held, as well as checking its specks, when Travis rang out.

"Heh... nice find there, Jenosa- that reminds me... not to be a thorn in your backside, but that magnum you borrowed from me? Would you mind giving it back now as soon as you get the chance? It's... well, special to me."

In response, she made a wry smirk of satisfaction in his direction, fluidly twirling both guns like a professional slinger before putting them back in their box. "Actually, before I forget..." she said, walking up to him and reaching into her back pocket like she had a wedding ring in it. The magnum she handed to Travis was certifiably his, but unlike since he had last seen it, it appeared incredibly well polished, as though it were brand new. Every familiar scratch was there and the it's usage showed on it's hand grip, but was accompanied by a gleam that, somehow, only aid to show its age. It had been incredibly well cared for during its usage.

"What can I say, I had fun with the gun," she stated. As he took it, she couldn't help but eye him from head to toe and back; she had to admit, Travis was a hunk of a guy. There were times she wondered if she would ever find a man that she could actually spend some...quality time with. Not that she cared if she died a virgin in the end, but there was always the thought, and Travis closest man to that thought.

Just not close enough, she chuckled inwardly.

Still, despite him being so chivalrous it gave her a headache, she trusted him. "Hey, look..." she spoke, this time with reluctance, "as much as I enjoyed eye-balling this arsenal, there's something I've been needing to get off my chest. Something I bet you, and everyone else, has been wondering about, and I'm only going to tell once we're back on your ship."
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Z'Gato made a thoughtful, if irritated, sound from his beak, more or less agreeing with Travis' assessment. Even though they were nearing their target with each new piece of information, it was highly likely they still had some time to prepare. Even if the enemy knew they were coming, there was likely only so much their target could do to prepare against intrusion—especially when in a static position within a mountain—and it was possible that Delacroix could not really afford to keep his forces on high alert all the time. If nothing else, perhaps time was on their side for right now. Still...there were various defenses at Delacroix's establishment that would still need to be circumvented somehow, not to mention they still needed to formulate a plan, likely a task that Deadeye Clark or Jenosa would probably try to make.

Speaking of which, the exchange between Jenosa and Travis did not escape the Chozo's notice, his gaze looking between the two occasionally. Of course, he was no real judge of Human emotions or social structures, so he held off on any of his own suspicions for now, though Jenosa did seem relatively pleased with how Travis' magnum had performed in battle. She was certainly a pistoleer if Z'Gato had ever seen one, that much was certain. While he had no doubt she could handle bigger weaponry, she seemed far more comfortable with the relative dexterity of pistols. Still, with the various armaments they were being given—not to mention the prospect of Jimmy Vega developing a Wave Beam—Z'Gato decided to make a mental note the next time they left this particular system.

Indeed, Z'Gato knew of a location where they could find a Grapple Beam, and while it was a very small outpost, his information suggested that it was, indeed, waiting for him there. If nothing else, procuring it would at least allow the Chozo to switch out armor components to suit his tactical needs, as sentimental as he was over the energy blade. Still...would they really need something as potent as the Wave Beam? If Z'Gato only knew where one could be found, he figured he would probably obtain it anyway, just to secure it. Still...it was a detour to take all the same in either case, and while time might be on their side, the Chozo felt himself getting impatient again. He wanted to take down Delacroix and soon.

However, when Jenosa spoke about getting something 'off her chest' whatever that metaphor meant, Z'Gato's attention quickly shifted to her. Perhaps now they would learn of how she came back from the dead. If nothing else, while his conversation with Omega had caused Z'Gato to cease his inquiries concerning Jenosa's revival, the Chozo could not help but be particularly curious now. If they were going to go into the hellish stronghold of Delacroix, they might as well do it with clear conscious and thoughts, then.

Then again, the way Jenosa had brought it up pretty much meant everyone, including Jimmy, would likely want to know as well. Even if they had different questions they had been 'wondering' about, there were many in the room that would likely be curious about the red-haired woman. A few individuals Z'Gato had met said she had even appeared on a few magazines before—and rumor had it she had been wearing significantly less than what she wore now—but as popular as she seemed to be, there was still something that was not being said. Something that picked up in the back of Z'Gato's mind, though he could not put his finger on it. What was she hiding...?

The Chozo warrior shook his head and cast aside the thought for the moment, turning back towards Jimmy Vega. “What do you have in the way of combat stimulants?”
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