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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Aug 12 2013, 09:08 PM Post #401 |
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Z’gato nodded to Travis’ comment. They had, indeed, been side by side for more than a few occasions. He was confident in the Chozo’s ability at slaughter, while Z’Gato was confident in Clark’s abilities as well—though obviously, the man seemed to be far more reserved about killing than Z’gato ever was. Such was what honor demanded of Clark all the same. Soon enough, the group began to enter Beta Leonis’ atmosphere, a no-doubt shaky and rough experience, as most planetary entries were. By now, Z’Gato was used to the rustle of his ship that came with atmospheric entry, almost finding it soothing in a way. The rest of the group seemed fairly calmed now that they were actually going through with the plan, likely due to the fact that they were so high-strung the last few days. As opposed to all this, Z’Gato seemed almost serenely calm, at least for the moment, as if preparing his mind for what was to come. He fully expected their assault to take a turn for the worse and force them to blast their way out of the complex. That was where Z’Gato would be at his strongest. After ten minutes, the Arctic Storm touched down upon the planet’s surface, cloaking systems activating in order to mask their landing as well as their presence upon the planet. They would need absolute stealth until the last possible moment, after all, in order to achieve the first step of the plan. Z’Gato still had reservations about not being part of the diversionary assault, but by the by, his firepower would likely be needed down below with the rest of the group. Travis looked over towards their target, letting out a displeased sigh. That was all Z’Gato needed to hear in order to know that things would not start out as smoothly as any one had hoped. Likely, it was because of the number of people at the bar, celebrating the meteor shower, but if they were in the way, their fates were sealed nevertheless. Once again, however, Clark motioned for the rest to follow him, stay down, and wait for the civilians to move on. A wise choice, perhaps, in order to limit the amount of bloodshed and confusion that could occur. Fighting in a populated area would be like fighting in an arena filled with cattle—too many bodies to try and keep track of. Still, it would be far easier to just blow the whole facility with a Power Bomb—but neither Clark nor Z’Gato seemed inclined to that approach, at least not anymore. Soon enough, they were atop a nearby hill, overlooking the targeted building, holding position. Z’Gato had toned down the glow of his Phazon suit, enough to at least pass for some level of stealth. He was never really good at stealth, though, due to preferring the more direct and violent route, but he was at least cognizant to tone down his suit enough to not give away their position. From there, Travis executed his first phase of the plan, knocking out power from the building in order to effectively blind the opposition. Meteor showers had been known to knock out power with their electrical activity before, but a power outage that complete would likely still be questioned. Nothing for it. Even then, with the power out, it just seemed to attract more people than dispel. Travis let out his exasperated statement, Z’Gato chuckling quietly at the change of luck. Knowing them, of course their plan would backfire on them. Nothing too major, but that small inconvenience itself was enough to cast a rather bad taste to the rest of this mission. Z’Gato prepared his Super Missiles for fire, just in case. If this was how the rest of the mission was going to be, better to be ready for bear, as the humans said. At that moment, Travis picked up a pair of rocks, causing Z’Gato to tilt his head to the side. “…what?” He asked, but before he could let loose his objection, Travis threw them, the rocks smashing through the window panes with ease, causing an almost ear-shattering noise as they did so. Z’Gato unconsciously winced at the noise, almost wishing they could have been more quiet in their entry, but if they were going to blow their cover, it might as well be while they had the advantage of high ground and firepower. By that point, Jenosa seemed to have some sort of idea with one of the local PAD’s, as humans called them. Whatever she was doing with the darn thing seemed to give her backside a nice sway to it, causing Z’Gato to smirk for a moment before looking back over towards the bar. However, at that moment, something seemed to quickly spike up on his radar system. At that moment, Jenosa let out the alert to run. “……What did you do?” Z’Gato questioned, his eyes glaring at the woman in irritation. Leave it to the woman to mess things up. He quickly started to move away from the device, not entirely certain just what Jenosa was playing at. If nothing else, their cover was going to get blown anyway… The resulting sonic boom was enough to almost knock Z’Gato over. By the time he had recovered his balance, a slap on his shoulder told him just who was most excited about the little spectacle. Z’Gato looked over at Jenosa with the most unamused look on his face, not that she could see it with his helmet on. Of course, the results couldn’t be argued with some of the people coming out of the bar to look at what just happened, but Z’Gato felt the need to comment nevertheless. “I’m glad you find your fascination with making things explode so much of an enjoyment. Ancients be thanked that you did not undercompensate and cause this whole town to blow,” Z’Gato retorted. She might have had a nice body—enough to make Z’Gato’s imagination run wild—but her personality was enough to grate on his nerves, redemption or not. Still, he made it a point to start moving towards the Bar… until Clark started mentioning about who was inside the bar. “Ronnie Black…?” Z’Gato whispered in response, his suit’s communication system linked with Clark’s. After a moment to explain, Z’Gato merely shrugged. “You would be a fool to think Jimmy Vega would not be around to see the show. All the signals were there—its like you just ignored the man’s reputation and mannerisms,” The Chozo pointed out as nicely as he could. Still, he nodded to Travis as he directed Jenosa and Omega to the rear while the Chozo and Clark would take the front. Good. At least Jenosa wouldn’t find a way to cause the water pump to explode too. That’d keep her out of the way long enough, at least. “Let’s go,” Z’Gato said, letting Travis lead the way. |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Aug 12 2013, 10:22 PM Post #402 |
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"Well... of course I figured that he'd have a man on the inside, just not... you know, actually -in- the bar where a firefight might start, you know...?" Travis nodded, slinking forward under the cover of brush. He had to admit; Z'gato had a point. Given Jimmy's stake in all of this, it wouldn't be surprising at all if he monitored events in some way. Still, Travis wasn't about to fully believe that in trust, until he verified that intent. By this point, he had toggled the night vision mode on, which had revealed at least three armed guards searching around outside of the bar. Travis grinned a bit under the visor; his ploy had worked, at least for now. While those three goons stumbled around out in the front lot looking for an imaginary vandal along with examining Jenosa's distraction, they would slip in, take down any armed resistance if need be and arrive right in sync with Alissa's operations. Still, in a way he was thankful this mission had not been completely smooth; no resistance was usually indicative of a trap. Finally creeping up to the staff entrance, Travis signalled Z'gato to keep low as he watched one of the guards begin to search the nearby woods for his vandal, still confused as to how the rocks had ended up there in the first place. "Remember, incapacitate before you have to move to eliminate; we only kill if we have to." And as quietly as he could do so, Travis slowly wrenched the staff entrance open, creeping inside as the point man for their half of the infiltration. So far, it was nothing more than a boring hallway housing the darkened locker room and a freezer on the other side. "Alright, coast is clear here, go-go-go...!" He motioned for Z'gato to come in behind him, keeping his voice low even on the comms; now that they were actually IN the building this is where it became complicated and perhaps intriguing. Edited by Deadly Aim, Aug 12 2013, 10:23 PM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Aug 12 2013, 11:51 PM Post #403 |
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Z’Gato gave a low hum of thought, still puzzled by Travis’ lack of vigilance on the matter. The two supposedly had some kind of history—how did he not suspect Jimmy Vega doing something like this? Still, Z’Gato cast aside the thought for now, having activated his own night vision sensor on his helmet awhile ago. If there was one thing Z’Gato hated, it was literally being in the dark. Things were never smooth when things were not well lit. Still, he followed Clark’s lead, letting him take point as was his prerogative; This was his mission, after all, and Z’Gato was only here to back him up. Of course, there was the puzzle of Chozo technology and Phazon in the installation they were infiltrating into, but the pieces were slowly coming together on that. Regardless, Z’Gato kept as low as he could, only moving when Travis signaled it was clear to do so. Once Travis gave the all clear, Z’Gato moved into the building after him, making it a point to slowly, quietly shut the entrance they had come into. No need to bring up any suspicion on the patrol outside. Now that they were inside, it felt like they were actually making some kind of progress now, which was good. Z’Gato merely nodded to Travis’ order. Only killing if they had to. If thing turned sour, there would be a lot of killing needed to be done, and to be frank, Z’Gato would have preferred to just eliminate obstacles now rather than potentially later—but once again, he was letting Travis call the shots. Z’Gato scanned the area, looking out for any other signatures in the building. Two more armed individuals were down the hallway through the door, opposite of where the freezer door was. Z’Gato forwarded the data to Clark’s heads-up Display and helmet unit, their outlines suddenly appearing on Clark’s holographic vision. The exchange was silent and efficient—a modification Z’Gato had made some time ago for just such an event. The guards were apparently more preoccupied with looking out the window to the room they were in, however, away from the direction Travis and Z’Gato were approaching. Unfortunately, Z'Gato's suit was still unable to really identify what kind of weapons they wielded--his systems just did not have the information library to really identify their armaments yet. Human weapons were about as varied and dissimilar as one could possibly imagine. |
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| +CEMP+ | Aug 19 2013, 04:01 PM Post #404 |
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Jenosa rolled her eyes at the invisible faces Travis and Z'Gato gave in regards to what she had done, and inconsequentially mumbled, "No sense of adventure;" enough that only she could hear it. As a professional herself, she understood the need to maintain some sense of formality when approaching a combat zone. You certainly couldn't go romping into a dark cave or an unknown enemy territory without some means of knowing what's going; she would have been gutted many years back she had. However, unlike Travis or, in particular, Z'Gato, sometimes there were moments you just needed to go with the flow and pull out a wild card. And often times that card had unknown risks. Better to ride it those moments on the edge of your pants than fall strait flat on them, she would always remark. Although to be fair, she did not expect that kind of outcome. She guessed that, well, she actually didn't know her own strength, as she would surprisingly coin it. With that all be said and done, her formality returned, and she nodded in agreement with Travis's to take the rear. Like the old days, but except she was working alongside others. She moved past whatever rocky covering, using her adrenaline 'Rush' gauntlet alignment to slip in and out as quickly as possible. While subterfuge was not her best guise, she was versed enough in basic stealth and flanking to do so. As she approached, she eyed the two man near the entrance of the bar, who were obviously guards; and although partially distracted by the spectacle outside, they weren't wondering too far off. They weren't idiots after all. But that would be Z'Gato's and Travis's problem, not hers. They were going to come through the back, and probably scare the bajeezuz out of the cooks there. Worse if there was anyone guarding the rear. Thankfully she was caring a full stun locker hangun ready, along with the dual-pistols she had picked up from Jimmy. Edited by CEMP, Aug 20 2013, 03:45 PM.
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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~ | Aug 31 2013, 11:25 PM Post #405 |
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Screams filled the room and everyone dove for the floor as the shockwave blew out all the windows in the bar. The rocks had taken everyone by surprise, sure, but almost no one took them seriously. Just some punk-ass kids looking to stir up some trouble. But when you hear a big boom, see a flash of light, and have to hit the deck to avoid getting torn apart by shards off glass flying everywhere, shit has a tendency to get real. It didn't take long for the mercs to spring into action. They had been on hair-trigger as it was, after the big rocks came through. The red-haired young man had gone outside under the guise of taking a piss, and came back with an all-clear-but-look-alive. Now, after the Big Boom, it was time to look for someone to shoot at. While the redhead went out the front, the older, heavily scarred man whom everyone referred to as the Russian headed into the rear of the establishment. He was followed by the third of their number, a young black girl who barely looked old enough to be allowed in. They checked the office first, made sure it hadn't been breached. If it had, then they'd already failed at their jobs. Satisfied that it hadn't, they headed for the kitchen. Back behind the bar, Jack grabbed the sawed-off shotgun he kept underneath the counter and reached for a box of high explosive 12 gauge shells. "Like getting shot with C-4," Jimmy liked to tell his customers. As he loaded his weapon, Ronnie Black climbed over the bar and joined him down low. "I think you better get outta here, Ronnie," Jack said. "I don't think that was part of the meteor shower." "Oh, hell no, man," Ronnie shot back. "Like I said, Jimmy told me to stay put, no matter what. I am not leaving this place!" With that, he drew a fierce looking energy pistol from his waistband. It was, in fact, nearly identical to the weapon the bounty hunters had taken off of Rex Vega. The only difference was that rather than freezing cold, this weapon emanated enough heat that even Jack could feel it as the gun was charging up. The next sound they heard was gunfire coming from the back of the house. |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Sep 1 2013, 07:41 PM Post #406 |
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(It seems they've found Jenosa and Omega; I just hope those poor fools are smart enough to -not- shoot at a metroid.) No matter how many times he found himself doing this, the first few seconds before an armed confrontation always seemed to move in slow motion. Motioning to Z'gato only once from across the hall, Travis made a smooth motion of the hand, and using the other he fumbled around in his armor pouches. The next thing the two guards any anyone else around around the corner heard was the sound of something metallic hitting the floor. And then suddenly, a blindingly bright light had engulfed the room, followed by a loud explosion that would temporarily deafen anyone unfortunate enough to lack protection for their hearing. Travis had rolled a flashbang grenade into the room, signalling Z'gato to come up with him as he stormed the entrance of the bar and introduced one of the disoriented guards to the cool trauma of his shoulder. The man fell limp, unconscious from the blow. Trusting Z'gato to have the incapacitated merc under control for the moment, Travis aimed down the sight of his firearm and waited to see if anymore goons would be coming out of the shadows. His sensors only further granted him understanding of his surroundings; the outline of two men under the bar could be seen in both hunters' H.U.D.s, and if the silhouettes were any indicator, one of them was obviously Ronnie Black. And without a doubt, that had to be "Tennessee Jack" at his side. "Drop your weapons; I can see you both back there." ((I'm assuming that the entrance and the bar proper are part of the same room, forgive the assumption if I'm wrong. )) ((Notice of edit 1: Corrected the number of mercs in the front room, sorry for the misunderstanding Jefe.)) Edited by Deadly Aim, Sep 9 2013, 05:41 PM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Sep 5 2013, 02:09 PM Post #407 |
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Motion from Travis’ hand caught the Chozo’s peripheral vision, the armored warrior nodding to Travis. He shielded his eyes for a moment as he grenade hit the floor and rolled in, the stunning bright flash and loud sound mitigated by Z’Gato’s sophisticated armor and the helmet. Normally, such grenades produced a light bright enough, and quickly enough, to cause temporary blindness, the loud bang enough to cause those that hear it full force to lose balance as the liquid in their ears was disrupted. In some cases, the grenade is enough to incapacitate weaker targets, or cause them to get violently sick for a short period of time. Either way, when the grenade detonated, Z’Gato followed Travis into the room, the both of them moving like lightning despite the encumbrance of their armor, weapons, and gear. Two completely different worlds apart, separate species, and gear sets, yet the both of them moved with such practiced precision that it was like they were attached at the hip, Travis quickly disabling one of the guards. Z’Gato was just as quick, a practiced strike at the second guard’s primary artery to his cerebellum and cerebral cortex enough to knock him out cold due to the sudden disruption in blood flow. It would not be enough to kill him, but he would likely be out for at least a few hours—more than enough to tie him up and make their insertion into the facility. Once again, with trained efficiency, weapons were raised once again, scanning corners and other areas in the shadows, looking for more targets to incapacitate or eliminate. It took Z’Gato only a split second after Travis to notice the two men behind the bar, weapons apparently at the ready. From their reinforced position—relatively speaking, anyway—they had the immediate tactical advantage, though Z’Gato and Travis’ armor were still a heavy equalizer here. The targets’ silhouettes showed up in the heads-up display. Rather than allow himself tunnel-vision, Z’Gato immediately scanned the other entrances for more threats, allowing Travis to take care of the two behind the bar until Z’Gato brought his cannon back to point towards those two. “Clear for the moment. Not for long, though,” Z’Gato whispered into his subvocal microphone, the statement immediately transmitting to Travis’ helmet system without letting out a sound to their two targets. |
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| +CEMP+ | Sep 9 2013, 10:32 AM Post #408 |
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EDIT: (OOC: Lemme know if there's any issues with this Jefe) The mining town, to Jenosa's thanks, wasn't clumped up like a suburban area, but with the buildings more scattered and a lot of open space around them. And since they were planted in a more mountainous landscape, it made taking against attackers much more easier, which was what exactly happened as soon as she saw two armed mercenaries step out of the back. There was no questioning in either of their eyes; they fired immediately at one another, with bullets sailing at Jenosa and cyan stun bolts leaping from her handgun. Automatic shots wized past her face and chinked against her tough armor as she took cover behind a low ledge. Despite having nailed the youngest of the two mercenaries with a full stun blast, the girl was still standing. And Jenosa was not fooled; it wasn't that there was anything special about her, only that both combatants were caring electric stun absorbing armor. Not uncommon in these, and personally not entirely surprised either. What she was surprised by was the duo she was ironically fighting; a veteran and a rookie. Oh boy did that bring her back to the old days Except this a time for nostalgia. Or maybe it was? she thought with a smirk. The young woman was a good shot, she had to admit; grazed her cheek even and was lay down suppression fire with the more automatic mode of her rifle. But she also noticed she was getting cocky. She was assuming with Jenosa's constant stun fire, she was harmless and in panic, and was inching closer to her cover for the kill. Just what Jenosa wanted her to do. Slipping her stunner in a quick holster, Jenosa came out of her cover with an energy shield on her right arm and one of the tactical pistols in the other. Bullets peppered her blue shield while she took two quick shots with the pistols heavy hitting rounds. And while not a complete sharp shot, at this range, Jenosa had a good enough aim to nail the rookies ankles. The rookie collapsed, and at almost right after her, Jenosa did too, her shield having been struck by a heavy hitting force one of the veteran's strong weapons. Right, she remarked, let the rookie make the mistake and have the veteran save her so to teach her a lesson. the classic old man's trick. Only the moment she had dropped, the veteran yelled in pain and fear as Omega came out of nowhere and bit into him. Sometimes that Metroid had more stealth than Jenosa realized. Jensoa wasted no time. Fueled by her adrenaline rush setting, she whipped out her stunner gun again, and, at this range, released a MUCH stronger shot using her suit and alien physiology to boost it. She struck the rookie's arm holding the rifle, which, while not knocking her out, certainly left it numb and inert. Jenosa admired the girl's stubbornness in reaching in vain with her left hand, only to have her rifle knocked out of reach with a "Nuh-huh," and knocked unconscious with a quick stun to the head. "This is probably the easy part," she muttered, as she checked the actual bullet wounds she left in the rookie. Nothing fatal and not bleeding badly. Out of kindness, she cauterized the wound before before turning on her comes to talk to the others. "Me and Omega have safely incapacitated two mercenaries in the back. Going to make our way in. How about you?" Edited by CEMP, Sep 9 2013, 11:18 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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| ~The Boss~ | Sep 9 2013, 08:16 PM Post #409 |
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"Travis Clark, is that you?" Ronnie Black called out from his defensive position. "Who the hell is Travis Clark?" Jack asked him. "Bounty hunter. Ol' Jersey boy. Been a thorn in Jimbo's side for years. Or maybe it's the other way around." From the other side of the bar they could hear the sound of heavy boots crunching on broken glass. It certainly sounded like there was at least one more person there with Clark, but they couldn't tell for sure. Huddled under the tables as the hunters approached were the remaining patrons. Not everyone had made it out before they had begun their assault, and nearly all of them were paralyzed with fear at the armored figures in their midst. They had no idea who these guys were or whose side they were on. It didn't matter. They were big and intimidating, and carried big, intimidating weapons. At best, they expected to have to hand over their wallets. At worst... "Whoever you are, you let these people go!" Jack shouted at their assailants. "They ain't got nothin' to do with this! |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Sep 9 2013, 09:15 PM Post #410 |
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"That's exactly why we didn't shoot this place up, Jack." Travis replied, keeping his aim firmly over the bar. "They're free to leave whenever they wish; what we're here for is you... or rather, something concerning you." The huddled and frightened patrons hadn't escaped Travis' notice; this is exactly why he didn't want to go on the offensive in the first place. There was far too many innocent people that could be caught up in this mess. And if the looks were any indicator on their faces, these people were beyond scared. Some of them had minor scrapes and cuts from the front windows being blown out; but other than that and the sizable rocks sitting on the floor, nobody appeared seriously wounded, thank goodness. "Hello by the way, Ronnie. Interesting place for you to show up; did Jimmy send you...?" Travis' words hinted of a measure of demand as he carefully walked over to the two men huddled behind the counter. Although he had not forgotten Z'gato's earlier council, Ronnie's personage actually being IN the bar was a troubling oddity. While true, Jimmy likely wanted to have eyes on the ground for this affair, it still troubled Travis for reasons he couldn't put a finger on; something -just- didn't feel right... Still, he couldn't validate his suspicions, so he simply played it cool as per usual. "Jack... on orders of Chairman Keeton of the Galactic Federation, you -will-grant my team access." Travis began as the unfortunate patrons crept out over the knocked and bound redhead and the broken glass. "And please don't play dumb, I think an old vet like you knows that I'm aware of what the second purpose of this place is; why else would a team of bounty hunters go out of their way to raid a bar out in the sticks, right?" |
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