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| ~Alissa~ | Nov 21 2010, 06:25 PM Post #31 |
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No one had seen her yet, the two hunters seemed to be focused on their target which was reasonable, and the man had his back to Alissa which meant that he was unaware of the third armed hunter behind him. She lanced between the other two. It was her nature not to be seen, but she knew she could rather quickly bring this stand off to an end. The hope being that the other two hunters would not mind the entrance of a third at this point in time. Whatever that weapon was that the man was aiming at the armored hunter it looked dangerous, the glow coming from it making her a bit uneasy. She glanced between the other two hunters a moment who were focused on the armed man. The man seemed rather scared and even a bit desperate and she knew that one way or another, this would all be over quickly. There was a moment where Alissa considered withdrawing from the standoff but she knew just by looking at what was going on that someone was likely to get shot, and that was not ideal, either the man shoots one of the two hunters, one of them shoots Vega, or a bystander gets shot. In all of these cases Alissa does not get access to the man and the information that he might have. That was really the largest problem for her in honesty. She shifted her weight moving towards the man slowly, walking along on the balls of her feet keeping careful to remain silent, weapon drawn and aimed towards the desperate looking man standing with his weapons pointed at two well armed hunters. Her finger flipped the switch releasing the safety from the weapon, a high pitched whine announcing that there was one more armed person with a weapon trained on the frightened looking Vega. “Why don’t we all just take a deep breath and calm down” she said watching Vega “now lower your weapons slowly and place them on the ground” Alissa knew that between her enhancements and training she would move quite a lot faster than the man her weapon was trained on. Mentally she was working on what to do if he tried to swing one of those weapons in her direction, he was inside her reach, easy enough to disarm so long as there were no undetected enhancements, which there could be. Edited by Alissa, Nov 21 2010, 06:26 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Nov 21 2010, 07:23 PM Post #32 |
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Clockwork Master
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Approaching Vega, Jenosa fond her body tense and gear up for reflexive combat, her eyes very well trained on Vega while at the same time her mind creating a feeling of all her blind spots; like there were invisible swords poking all around her body. It was her method of paying attention to her surroundings while at the time focusing on her target, and this was greatly enhanced by her awareness of the flow and pulse of energy all around her including the intensity from Vega's other gun. It was a feeling she wanted to push back into her mind and only rely on her normal senses, but she really didn't have a choice. She was still very frail as any human being, and she needed every ounce of her combat smarts to survive. Even if it meant she was thinking more like them. She gripped her gun and held it defensively at Vega, showing that she merely had it out for defense, all the while shifting slowly left and right, not wanting to be a sitting target. Her green irises occaisonally flaring blue with every blink. She let Travis tried to calm down the thug, but given what the way these thugs usually thought - and all considering how paranoid this guy seemed - Travis might as well be a talking oxymoron. And that's when Jenosa hairs stood on end when she felt the powering of another gun. She reacted to the newcomer, who certainly had her attention and got a suspicious glance that made her eyes flair; but never took her attention off of Vega's revolver. Turning back to Vega, she was pretty sure this was going to end with a gun fight, but she thought she might as well. "Let me try to put it in a way you'll understand: you help us figure find whoever gave you that gun, and we'll go be their long term headache. Kapeesh?" |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Nov 21 2010, 08:08 PM Post #33 |
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Native Son
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"Not gonna happen!" Rex shouted at everyone. The appearance of a third assailant complicated matters, and only served to make him even jumpier than he already was. "We had a bet. The stakes was the gun. He lost, I won, therefore the gun is mine! Do you people not understand how this works?" Rex nervously pointed his revolver at Alissa, then back at Jenosa, then back to Alissa, then Jenosa again. Not that he hadn't been in a Mexican standoff before. With his lifestyle, it was bound to happen every couple of months or so. But he was outnumbered three to one. Situations such as these required one to think clearly. And Rex Vega was not known for thinking clearly. "Just back up offa me, okay? Back up offa me..." |
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| +transcon+ | Nov 22 2010, 12:42 AM Post #34 |
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Metroid Specialist
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((Posted with admin approval just to get OA back into the RP)) Time had passed as Z'Gato made his way to the location. It was a stifling ride being cooped up on a ship this size. Small chat filled with complaints about a lack of food. By the time they got to where they were going, the creature was cranky. Immediately, the alien made a line to a restaurant by following his senses. He could smell food a mile away. Granted, there were viable food sources walking all around him. Sentient animals tasted the best to him, but there would have been complications had he gone to town on this veritable buffet. Being hunted en masse was the main factor; a factor Omega-Alpha couldn't afford. He made nice with a waitress, paying for a large take-out bag full of fresh meats, and went to a nearby park. There, he had his meal happily and greedily devouring everything in the bag. All that was left was the plastic bag, the containers the meats were in, and ash. It was very little to curb his appetite, but it was enough to take the edge off his foul mood. What he needed was something living. Anything. A geemer would do, but his geemer farm was back on the space station he came from. ------------- Being the hunter that he was, and being the hero in his own mind, he sought out looking for the things that Z'Gato had told him about. A large Chozo ruin that was a military facility. Instead, as he used his senses to pick up on anything of relevance, he heard a man pleading for his life. It was time to be a hero! ----------------- Three figures cornered a man wielding two weapons. One was a short range projectile hand pistol, the other was a short range alien blaster. He was waving these weapons at the hunters that cornered him. One of which was very familiar. The creature at the far end of the pathway held his place in the shadows with the cloak wrapped around itself tightly. Recognizing the situation, suddenly the man pleading for help was not the victim, but was prey. These three hunters had him cornered out of suspicion, and rightly so. The creature instinctively knew what that alien blaster was, but he wondered if the three hunters knew. The creature clad in brown cloth had contingency plans depending on what the suspect was going to do. Already, he was reading the auras and body languages of those involved in the scene before him. The tension was high, the prey was panicked and appeared to be willing to do anything to get out of the trap, but the predators merely wanted to talk. Perhaps the hunters didn't know that the prey had no intention to talk. What the prey had in his hands, the alien blaster, was not meant for this kind of use. The Creators made it for a reason, and this situation did not warrant its use. This prey had two choices: drop the weapon, or die. The creature in the brown cloak slowly advanced upon the situation. The body was lowered in a way that it looked like it was walking like a velociraptor. Low warning trills came quietly from beneath the hood. Again, it looked like the creature was ready to pounce upon the prey, looking horrific in appearance and emanating a strong predatory vibe. The only hint it gave the hunter party was a single clawed hand lifting the hood enough to let Jenosa see who it was. The friendship reunion, and the explanations as to why he was here would have to wait until this man gave up the ghost, or became a ghost. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Nov 23 2010, 02:51 AM Post #35 |
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Z'Gato had already managed to make arrangements for a refuel and restock on what supplies he could carry on his ship, but the creature's incessant complaining about the food had grated on the Chozo Warrior's patience during the trip. Of course, Z'Gato was glad the creature was finally further enough away from him in order to at least think without the creature's pervasive presence around, and even now, Z'Gato had no idea what the creature even was at this point. Still, the two had gone separate ways for the moment as the bounty hunter investigated a strange message he had received concerning a terrorist attack, with which Chozo Technology might have been used. Terrorists with Chozo technology had worried the bounty hunter to some degree, not for any moral purposes, but mostly due to the fact that somehow, someone had managed to get ahold of technology that was rightfully Z'Gato's. At least in his mind, anyway. Therefore, Z'Gato started doing the most hated part of such a hunt: Research. Where the Chozo warrior excelled at the mere combat aspect of hunting his targets, he didn't do so well in just researching his target. Still, it was a task he needed to do in order to track down the possible target and corner him or her, but Z'Gato's limited contacts and information did not seem to stretch this far, and his primitive investigative techniques soon failed him. As he traveled in the area, he did hear a commotion off in the distance. At first, Z'Gato paid it no heed, as it was likely just random city banter, until he heard the phrase 'the gun'. Could have meant anything, anything at all, but Z'Gato narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Perhaps this was the lead he was looking for... Z'Gato's pace quickened as he started running towards the sound of the scuffle. |
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| +CEMP+ | Nov 24 2010, 11:25 AM Post #36 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa's patience with Travis's tactic was wearing thin, and in all honesty, she was frustrated by it and found it poorly executed. She knew he was trying to prevent civilian casualties, but slow diplomacy was actually the worst way of doing it with these kind of guys; thugs who were obviously not going to go without a fight. Hell, the simple raise of fire arms was enough to get people screaming and running for cover, thus leaving casualties to a minimum; but add in some extra silence afterward, and curiosity was likely to kill the cat. They needed to stop playing around, before the streets became cluttered again; in fact she wondered why Travis had reacted sooner and just dealt with the situation here and now. Frick, if Travis wasn't going to take action, she was- To those looking at Jenosa, they saw her green eyes widen and glimmer a light blue, as if she had been struck. In truth, a distinct, powerful - no, a vibrant, living warmth like no other touched the awareness of her sixth sense like it were actually her own flesh and blood. The sensation pulsed like a heart to her senses, and as it grew closer, finding her alien awareness encompass it like a cloud, she could make out the many pulsing streams of energy teaming and flowing all about all about the...creature's body. It was like she could almost make a three dimensional picture of all of this, one that she felt she could even touch. And even if her sixth sense did disturbed her at many times, she couldn't help but admit that what her mind registered was...beautiful... As well as deadly, for in only a few short seconds of her eyes widening did her lips curl into a mischievous smile when she, being one of the few here who knew - and sensed - what had just the joined the party. The sight of his approach was enough to tell her what his mood was like, and that this was going to become actually...fun to an extent. If not a bit hectic. Making a subtle wink to Omega that others might have thought it had been for Travis, Jenosa said quietly, "Right then; time to do this the hard way." At the very same moment, she fired several shots at Vega's feet just as his revolver transitioned back to white haired newcomer (Alissa). Her intent wasn't to really harm him but to make him dance and throw him off balance, allowing the others an easier time to pounce on. "Remember folks, we want him alive," she shouted, wanting to point that mainly to Omega. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Nov 25 2010, 03:16 AM Post #37 |
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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 cracked a grin a bit, though she was just as he remembered; impatient and to the point. But it seemed in this case she was after the same thing, just a hair trigger ahead of him. What was it he heard it called... female intuition? Like a blur of metal, he moved into the light and essentially ignored Jenosa's gunshots. Travis was suddenly in front of the man before he had much chance to react, a flickering sound filling the air and an energy-sheathed blade taking a precise strike only at the revolver; after all, he didn't want to take the guy's hand off, just destroy the gun. The weaponless left arm moved to twist the more alien blaster away by forcibly twisting the wrist -just- enough to elicit pain without dislocating anything. Travis quickly followed with a knee coming forcibly towards the shins, followed up with another knee to the diaphragm. "Well of course, dead men don't talk..." He shouted back. "Hell of a mind-reading there by the way Jenosa, I just wanted to give him a second to drop the gun so he can't pull any get-out-of-jail-free card such as 'Hunter Brutality'... minor legal B.S. of course, but now then, let's find out what can be done of this..." He pointed his wrist-cannon to the man, the weapon on the suited aimed down. It had since stopped preparing to fire a charged shot, but nevertheless looking up would have only offered the view of a barrel. Travis waited for only a second, if only to see if the guy had either only had the wind knocked out of him or if he had knocked him out. Either way, Vega would be fine. Edited by Deadly Aim, Nov 25 2010, 03:21 AM.
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| ~The Boss~ | Nov 28 2010, 04:19 AM Post #38 |
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Rex fired the blaster over and over again as Travis twisted his arm, sending bolts of sub-zero energy flying wildly down the alley - and, unbeknown to Rex, in the direction of the new arrivals. He finally dropped it to the ground when the hunter kneed him in the gut and he went straight to the ground. He lay there face down on the pavement, gasping for air. He saw a pair of armored boots next to his head, and sensed rather than saw the weapon trained on him. "It's gotta... it's gotta be like that, huh?" he managed to say. "Tell your boss... tell him I said he's a chickenshit. "Henry'll get him. He'll get Delacroix, and Spider, and all them other fuckin' shit stains... and he'll get all you guys too. All you guys are dead..." |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Nov 28 2010, 08:53 AM Post #39 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"That right...?" Travis replied, his face contorting into an unimpressed scowl. Death threats were nothing new to him; he stopped counting past number 26. "You're talking to bounty hunters, so I hate to break it to you, but we don't work for Delacroix or whoever his name is." Taking the chance where he saw it, Travis produced a pair of cuffs. He wasted no time in securing the perpetrator, moving to place the bindings onto the man's arms and eyeballing the weapon that had caused all the fuss. "You probably haven't the slightest clue just as to what this thing is, do you..." The hunter grumbled to himself. He took a good look around, and that's when he noticed the hooded figure. For a moment, Travis didn't do anything, he simply offered a greeting, having not seen who it was during the whole commotion. "Hey, you alright over there?" He called, waving his free hand. "Sorry if you got caught in that mess..." |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Nov 28 2010, 01:32 PM Post #40 |
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Starfeather
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Z'Gato closed in on the source of the sounds, only for him to leap back at the last moment as a burst of blue-white energy passed within centimeters of his person. His eyes went wide as the shot impacted a nearby wall, freezing a large portion of it, immediately confirming his fears of what he had found. His gaze turned into the alleyway seeing several figures, including the strange Omega-Alpha, standing over a man who had just been handcuffed. Z'Gato made a thoughtful sound when he recognized one of them, the hunter named Travis. The woman with the head full of red hair also caught his attention as well, and Z'Gato stopped in his tracks when he saw who it was. "You--you're dead. Supposed to be, anyway," The Chozo warrior said, leveling his energy cannon up at the figure who looked like Jenosa, suspicion filling his voice and stance. This was clearly an imposter, at least to Z'Gato's eyes. "You cannot be Jenosa Arma, I watched her die." Edited by DarkKnightCuron, Nov 28 2010, 01:44 PM.
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