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| +CEMP+ | Dec 12 2013, 05:28 PM Post #441 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa made a bemused blink at the mention of the subject's 'gender'. "She?" she asked, perplexed. And it was then that, with the way Alissa paused and took off her visor, she knew the answer even before her friend spoke. Deep down, she had known, but hoped it wasn't true; and she had known because of a private conversation she had with Alana. An unnerving conversation about - using what they learned and Hanna's scientific deduction skills - what the most likeliest thing they would with her blood. Cloning. Hearing Hanna's description before had barely phased her, but now, hearing it as a confirmation from Alissa, Jenosa couldn't help but feel like she had been truly violated; however indirect and painless the process had been. And she was internally appreciative of Alissa's understanding, for now this far beyond some mildly robbed dignity. And yet... "I know," she replied, stubbornly in response about her 'clone', like she had with Alana. "It's not like I haven't done this before. No, really, I've faced copies of myself that weren't myself before. Back on Inos. It's...complicated, and they weren't exactly clones, but it's close enough." It was clear that, despite her self-assured talk, something about facing a flesh and blood variation of herself...bothered her. Before it had just a been a blue, half-baked, literally hanging replica of herself, and to then to quickly follow that, mental images of her identity. This shouldn't be any different, she kept saying to herself, and yet for some reason, another part of her didn't think so, irregardless of how strong her gait was as they went deeper into the facility. ------------------------- Oujair definitely yelled as a terrible pain burned through his right hand, and there was definitely some effects of shock in his face, however hidden his eyes were by his shades. What he definitely didn't do was appeared scared at the end of the conversation; quite the opposite, actually, for a giggle quickly grew into a brief, almost insane burst of laughter. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, he replied, "Going out of your way just to do this one noble thing. How...cheritable." And then he spoke with so much honesty it was creepy, "I like you." "Now," he continued, with an incredibly amount of willingness despite how shaky he seemed, "there are two ways- he raised two left fingers -to 'stop' her. Well, one, depending on how you look at it. You could detonate the micro bomb planted inside her skull - safety precaution really. Or you could issue her the sigma-9 protocol to her." "Both which unfortunately fall within Azaya Tamaki's domain. Short bossy, brunette. Pretty sure you would have noticed her. She's the one who knows the detonation codes, and, funny enough, can easily override any of Jenkin's commands given to Armoria." "Although," he added on a final note, his face now a bit pale from blood loss, but his demeanor unchanged, "I have a hunch that whatever trick you did to order me here won't work for her. Just a hunch; and I have a hunch I know where to find her." With the way Oujair talked, it was like he had been in this kind of situation before, speaking as if he was the Devil himself. |
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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~ | Dec 20 2013, 04:22 AM Post #442 |
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Native Son
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At long last, the cutting laser finished it's work. The troopers threw the doors open and rushed inside, every man and woman gathering up as much ordnance as they could carry. Time to put a hurt on whoever had been reckless enough to attack this place. ...................... "Goddamn," Jimmy replied. "You are one sick sonofabitch, you know that? He reached over to remove Oujiar's glasses from his face and laid them down on the desk. This guy was a touch nut to crack, there was no doubt about that. But Jimmy hadn't played nearly all his cards yet. "But I ain't got all day to mess around here," he said. "So let's see how much of what you told me is the truth." He picked up the phone on the wall and called up the labs, eying Oujair ominously for a second. "Put Tamaki on," he said when someone answered. "Yeah, Ms. Tamaki, this is Jimmy Vega. I got your boss. If you're not in Delacroix's office in in five minutes I'm gonna shoot him in the head." He hung up the phone. He messed with something on Delacroix's computer, then spun it around so that Oujair could see. Apart from the other programs Jimmy was running in the background (at least one of which was clearly a massive data transfer), there was a great big clock in the middle of the screen, counting down from five minutes. "There's your life, Doc," Jimmy said, drawing his gun once again. "You trust your subordinates? They pretty loyal?" ...................... "Yes!" Jenkins said, pumping his fist as he watched a mech explode on one of the monitors. Up there, it looked like the tide was turning, at least for now. "How are were with the computers?" he asked. "Still no good," came an officer's answer. "It's as if the system itself is actively resisting our commands. Whatever she did, we're getting nowhere." Delacroix hung his head in exasperation. He needed a drink worse than he ever had in his life. He settled for a smoke. "Right there," Jenkins said, calling Delacroix's attention to one of the monitors, a feed from the rear entrance. Two bodies and the still smoking wreckage of a turret. "That's where the came in from." "Jimmy gave them the keys to the house," Delacroix muttered. "He did plan this whole thing. Not by himself, mind you. He's been in with Clark from Day One." "Then why did you let him walk out of here?" "Because I know exactly what he'll do. He'll go to my office and steal everything." His nostrils flared and his teeth gritted as he spoke. "The man likes to talk about sin. This is about greed, my friend. Pure, naked greed." ...................... A clattering sound down on the ground alerted the hunters to the presence of a flashbang. It took a short roll, then went off. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 6 2014, 07:08 PM Post #443 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: Tell me if this is alright with you boss) Jimmy might have felt better if he left Oujair's shades alone. For hidden behind them were a pair of bright, light blue eyes that twinkled with a certain madness. And, surprisingly, not the sadistic, inspired kind either; but a kind of sane insanity that may have come from viewing very vast 'truth' about the universe. It was as if that 'Truth' was looking strait at Jimmy through the scientists eyes. Analyzing him. Judging him. Knowing him. All the while Oujair sat in Delcroix's chair, clasping his hand in complete total complacency. Even the shock from the blood loss - having bandaged his right hand with whatever cloth he could tear off – seemed suddenly irrelevant. "Well, it will be interesting to see just how nice Tamaki reacts," he replied smugly, "But really, 5 minutes!? 5 minutes is generous! I can do and speak loads in 5 minutes." The clock hit 4:40. "For instance, did you know that during my entire tenure within this lovely project, I never once injected human, infused, dissected or vivisected a human being. I didn't even press a single button for doing those big phazon transfusions; and blimey were those tempting to do. But I would never sully myself as much as everyone else does." 4:10 Oujair eased back more in the chair. “No, I mostly...advised; in more ways than one really. Scientificly, yes; Armoria's conception would have never come to fruition if it wasn't for my knowledge on the Scurge organisms. And I must admit, I am rather proud of how she's turned out. But I'm also rather proud of how I've...'philosophical' influenced some of the other scientists around here.” 3:40 He began to twiddle with one of Delacroix's fancy pens. “You see,” he continued, “morals and feelings, the aspects that scientists like the ones on Project Vertigo shirk as best as they can, have more importance than they think. Oh they do. And trust me, I am very good at gradually breaking down that cold, mental by-product they think is 'logic.' That reasoning they use to keep telling themselves that what they're doing is 'right.'” 3:00 “No Mr.Vega, I'm not trying to convince I'm not guilty of anything. In fact, I'm guilty of plenty of things. But you see, I'm not a man of sin. Not like you, Delacroix, Jenkins, or even Travis or Jenosa – those two could very well have some wrath and avarice respectively.” 2:30 “I. Am. Sin. I'm sin incarnate. Sin so aware of its impulsive nature that it wants almost nothing better to do than flit about the universe like a Jinni; and show those – well, mainly those of my profession – the terrible, naked truth about their own sins.” 2:00 “And trust me, I have been doing this charade for a very long time. Much longer than I've been a Confederation scientist. Oh yes. I've hopped from one clandestine research tank to another, from the first few Federation ones to even an obscure group called...the Albanoid Faction. It's been my hobby, and always I've done it with more anonymity than those around me think. All they care about is me helping them make their wish come true. For me, it's simply the...reflection that counts.” 0:50 Oujair raised his legs across Delacroix's desk and, maintaining his composure, spoke out in loud but slow mannerism, “Is your curiosity now satisfied, Mrs. Tamaki?” And on cue, Tamaki slowly, tentatively the door to the office opened. Her expression was a mixture of emotions, most of all surprise, but also anxiousness, shame and possibly shock. “How did you...know I was outside listening?” “A few hints, including that I knew you'd be following me right to Delacroix's office, and good ear. But most importantly, the look you've been having lately that says 'What is he really up too?'” 0:00 “And now you both know,” he said in enthusiasm, with a great, big smile. ----------------------------- Jenosa was no stranger to flash bangs, having encountered them a fair amount of times during her more 'normal' jobs. Unlike the others, who had the benefit of wearing helmets most of their life, Jenosa was hit with the full force of it. And much like how she had developed a reflex against someone grabbing her long hair, so too had she with flash bangs – always making up for her human weaknesses as she did. Filled with a burst of adrenal and working largely on instinct, Jenosa lobbed a potent – but otherwise nonlethal to the armored marines – plasma bomb in the general direction of where she heard the flash bomb come from; all before it went off. The bomb acted as a deterrent to anyone trying to go through the main door while she moved for cover, using her memory to guide herself in the event her sight and hearing had become overloaded. Improvising with smart tactical thinking even more, she placed herself in a corner and activated her energy-state tower shield in case of flankers, all the while her right hand gripped her favorite handgun that was set on stun mode. All of this had been done in the span of one second, without even an ounce of thought of what to do. To Jenosa's surprise, her senses recovered remarkably fast; even the disorientation had barely phased her beyond the first two seconds. It took her only another split second to jump into combat and start firing her 'augmented' stun gun. All the while her heart beat heavier with every passing second, and not just because of the combat. |
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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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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 10 2014, 03:08 PM Post #444 |
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Her suits sensors registered the flash bang as it hit the ground, her visor went dark overlaying sensor information and the external microphones shut off till the blast had passed. The result was that Alissa was moving down the hall with that same blistering speed she moved pressing herself against the doorway opposite Jenossa her own pistol already drawn she reached to her belt and produced a small disk which began to beep soon after a button in the center was depressed, she sent if flying down the hall like a small Frisbee. It bounced off two walls before sliding to a halt near the soldiers, there was the sound of electronics charging for a moment then it released a pulse meant to stun the soldiers. “Whatever we do we need to move, this location is made to be defensible but we cannot repel the whole facility” She poked her head around the corner and took a shot at one of the soldiers who had been bent down to help one of his stunned companions and watched as the stunner did its job. “We have control of the security doors right now, we could press on to command and secure our exit” she said over the communicator as to not share the information with the whole facility “and perhaps we should signal the fleet now? An order to stand down much limit resistance” --- The Mechs were down by one but they had already done significant damage to the facility and their primary objective had been complete. The doors had been damaged and stuck open, and vehicle that looked as if it has the ability to leave the system had been destroyed or rendered inoperable, and for the last few minutes they had been laying down general suppressive fire becoming more of a barrier to exit than an actual attacker. The remaining Mechs shifted their position, drawing closer together and overlapping their shields making them a good deal more resistant. Four giant assault mechs now stood arrayed and renewed their efforts at creating Chaos. The mech that had been disabled activated his self destruct mechanism and burst into a brilliant green flame as any sensitive technology immolated itself. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 25 2014, 09:25 PM Post #445 |
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Starfeather
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The sound of something sliding across the ground was the first indication that they were not alone. Perhaps it was due to his training as a Chozo warrior--not to mention his rugged experience concerning Zebesian tactics--that made him somewhat unused to the idea of something like a grenade being used. Sure he had encountered them all the same during his jobs as a mercenary and Bounty Hunter, but Z'Gato still found himself relatively surprised by the small device that could do so much. Much like his own Power Bombs, except less... extravagant. "What--" Was all he managed to get out before the grenade flashed, his helmet actively darkening in order to suppress the worst of the flash, but his retinas still burned with an after image of the explosion, causing stars to dance across his vision and his eyes blinking furiously to dispel the after image. Perhaps the worst effects of it was the loud explosion, and despite the muffling effect of his own helmet, it was enough to disorient his balance somewhat, causing him to stumble back a few steps, clutching his cannon in his free hand before shaking his head to regain his sense of awareness. By that time, Alissa and Jenosa had already moved to retaliate, his avian eyes watching them loose their own small projectiles, towards where they must have seen the grenade come from. Honestly, Z'Gato had been so preoccupied with the grenade itself, and on their mission, that he hardly had even noticed what direction the small device had come from. All the same, Jenosa and Alissa seemed to take well to the situation despite the circumstances, easily falling into combative stances. "I agree with Alissa," Z'Gato managed to grumble, feeling a keen soreness where the shotgun blast from earlier had hit him, but it was not a sign of it reopening--just the residual effects of the care Travis had taken. "We need to move to our objective and deal with it quickly, before we are beset by the whole facility," he said, though the idea of taking on so many gave him a certain kind of thrill... it was not a thrill that had a particularly happy ending, however. He aimed his cannon towards the door that Jenosa and Alissa had thrown their projectiles, preparing to open fire and keep the enemy pinned while the rest moved. Of course, his weapon had no true stun function--what did a warrior need something like that for?--but he could at least keep them pinned as long as they didn't know he wasn't precisely aiming for their heads. "Wasted too much time," he muttered as he fired off a burst of shots towards the door in question. "We need to go, now!" |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Feb 1 2014, 12:28 PM Post #446 |
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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 could not say that he was terribly surprised at the moment his world shook and blurred, the flash-bang detonating right in the middle of the group; right where he would have placed it. The second he had heard the clattering he'd instinctively rolled his own flash-bang in the general direction of the sound. A stall against some of them, and nothing more. He had no intention of laying his hands on his Marine brothers anymore than necessary. The effects were minimal, only momentarily disorienting him if anything else; normally, he would have momentarily lost his vision and been unable to clearly hear his surroundings while stumbling in complete confusion, but like Z'gato he was used to the effects. Instinctively, Travis turned to fire his stunner blasts as the marines took up strategic positions, using the base corridor as cover to their advantage. "Agreed!" He shouted in agreement to Z'gato, fishing out something from the waist compartment; grey orbs, detonated charges of some kind. He tossed a few of the orbs forcefully to the ground and they exploded into thick, billowing clouds of smoke, the sounds of Marines coughing echoing down the hall as they shot blindly into the fog. "Come on!" He barked, leading the hunters and metroid hybrid through the nearest door their objective, taking a moment to activate his suit comms. "Constantine, lock them in behind us!" ["At once."] Constantine would be nodding if he were visible, the sound of metal doors hissing shut and the vocal urgency of the marines fading out behind them as they wormed they way out of the halls and into a wide, rectangular storage area. "Alright, that's them out of the way - for n-" He started, but immediately lunged Alissa over to the right as he saw the tell-tale dot of a laser sight appear over her head, tackling her to safety as a crimson red laser seared over where she had been standing just seconds ago. Something large and metallic was clanking up the expansive hall and into the storage warehouse. Travis peaked his head out and bit his tongue very hard to suppress the urge to curse as he recognized the sillouette; he'd seen it in federation logs before. "Oh GREAT. No wonder that there's still a mechanoid active here; that's a B.O.X. 3.0 Security unit; usually don't see them since the BSL Incident. They're self-contained, triggered by a physical switch. And it looks like we'll be ill-enabled to get away from it." He growled, the sound of the mech's hydraulic systems hauling the blocky bulwark of mechanical death ever closer. "If a chance opens itself, we get away from this thing! Aim for the central organic processing unit; the box structure in the c- SCATTER!" He shouted as the mech dispensed a metallic charge that first glowed crimson, then detonated into walls of flame that wavered and expanded, emanating from the charge's origin. The original design of the B.O.X. security mechanoid had seen some improvements to its design since the incident on the BSL Station which had made it infamous. In addition to quicker analysis and reaction times, the mech moved more fluidly than previous incarnations of its kind, and now possessed additional weaponry such as an Imperialist Laser and - oh great, it could unfold into a full-blown, humanoid mech now. Travis growled as he watched the box shape seemingly crack to form mechanical arms and legs around a headless torso, the girded OPU (organic processing unit) sitting in the top center of the B.O.X.'s chest. Cybernetic lenses glowed faintly in the emergency lighting of the hanger. ["TRACKING HUMANOID TARGETS. SWITCH TO SENTIENT TERMINATION MODE COMPLETE."] The bot's mechanical voice echoed through the rows of boxes and other michellaneous materials; most likely just trivial things such as clothes, or food and water; if there were weapons here Travis would have seen signs of the Marines frantically trying to pry them open to arm themselves. Edited by Deadly Aim, Feb 1 2014, 12:33 PM.
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 4 2014, 05:01 AM Post #447 |
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Native Son
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((Cemp, if you don't like this, just say the word and I'll replace it)) The look on the Good Doctor's face was unsettling to say the least. He seemed very pleased with himself, soaking in Ms. Tamaki's horrified reaction. Jimmy, meanwhile, leaned on Delacroix's desk, casually smoking a cigarette, pistol in hand and looking as if he wasn't paying too much attention to what the Doctor was saying. Of course, he was hanging on every word. When the Good Doctor finished, Jimmy didn't say a word. He simply removed his jacket and draped it on the back of the chair, and rolled up his sleeves just as he had during his big presentation. He flicked his cigarette aside, and then just stared Oujair cold in the eye. "I think I understand now," Jimmy finally said. "You're crazy. Only one way to deal with a crazy person." And then he shot him in the head. A scream escaped Tamaki's lips, but Jimmy grabbed her by the arm before she could move and stuck the gun in her face. "See that there?" he said, nodding towards the Dear Departed Doctor. His head was slumped down in his chest, blood dripping from the small hole in his forehead and forming a pool on the floor. On the wall behind him, a bright red splatter from the much larger exit wound in the back of his head. "That's gonna be you unless you do exactly as I say. You understand me? Nod your head yes." Tamaki nodded, and Jimmy shoved her into the other chair. Never taking the gun off her, he opened up the desk drawer and grabbed the duct tape, securing his new hostage to the chair just as he had the Doctor. "Now you see how I roll," he said, leaning back against the desk like he didn't have a care in the universe. He cut an odd figure there, a New York gangster wearing snakeskin boots in a state of the art military instillation. "So we're gonna try this again. Now, before you got here, your boss said something about the Sigma-9 Protocol. So... convince me to spare your life. And please, do a better job than he did." .......................... "Hold your fire!" The shooting stopped, the mech temporarily powered down, and a man in light black armor not all that dissimilar to Alissa's sauntered up to the group. He sported the same buzz cut as any soldier, and the blue glow in his eyes told a bigger story than any file ever could. "The Colonel wants them alive," said the man they called the Machine in a voice as cold and inhuman as his name would suggest. "Take them to the brig." He glared at each of them in turn before his eyes locked on Z'Gato. "Take that one to the lab." The Machine started to walk away, then stopped and turned back around, pointing at Travis. "Kill that one." |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 14 2014, 01:11 PM Post #448 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: Applying MONSTER post. Hope this isn't too length for you Boss) Shock rolled through Tamaki as she just witnessed someone's head get blown out. Right in front of her. For the first time in her life. And it was an experience that, no matter how much you knew there was a difference between the picture and the real deal, you were never quite prepared. Even someone as strong willed as her. She felt bile fill her throat as she glanced at Oujair's corpse while Jimmy strapped her down to the chair; yet, internally, not at all concerned for herself. What she had actually planned to do - what had come at the sudden spur of the moment - had her far more worried than Jimmy's gun. In fact the gun was a good reminder of what - if possible - what was to 'really' come for her, and quickly regained her composure as Jimmy finished talking. She might have been pale in the face and shivering, but her eyes held a flicker of keen, defiant intelligence in her eyes. She didn't want to show any weakness; not when she was going to make someone's life very turbulent very soon. She took a deep breath and sighed. "First off, no offense, but I really think binding me is a waste of time. You're aregoing to need me free, trust me on that. Now," she continued, whatever fear in her eyes waning, "as you know, Armoria was born and bred to be an obedient soldier; strong, disciplined and loyal to the very orders she's given. Only that last apart isn't quite true you see. And no, it's not because of whatever growing intelligence and personality, if that's what you guess." "It's because some of us - well, only a few of us scientists including me - had some moral inclinations. Maybe even maternal. Irregardless, we worked on this project with cause that it would save lives, replacing many soldiers with a single powerful one; but we also held our fears that, in the military becoming too zealous - which is not unheard of - Armoria could be used to commit unseen atrocities. Hence we felt a degree of responsible for that." Jimmy heft the gun more at her and gave her an impatient look. Tamaki momentarily drew back, and then glared back in a way that said, "I'm getting there. Let me make my point." She sighed again. "Armoria is under strict duress not to harm civilians or non-combatants - irregardless of orders. You could command her to execute a completely detained murderer and she would disregard it. Of course her young mind can only comprehend so many scenarios, and we're significantly aware that are both gray areas and loops holes for the commanding officers." Despite her growing attitude, a tear streaked across a cheek. "Thus, we secretly gave her a single command for her to follow out if we were to ever catch wind of such abuse. Should she hear from me the key words of the Sigma-9 protocol, she is...to cease and desist taking any orders, of any kind from anyone." -------------- Jenosa could tell they had effectively stirred the hornets' nest, as the whole place was buzzing with activity. And gunfire. She equally shot back with her Gemini handgun - on stun - as they moved through the hallway, all the way holding up her tower energy shield only periodically to conserve her energy. The gun she itself followed its namesake; she could fluidly split it into two weaker variants and back, using the former form for open, quick flurries and the latter for strong defensive shots. Her aptitude for fluid combat adjustment was beginning to show itself; in more ways than one. Not only did she show exceptional skill that definitely made up for her general lacking speed, cover armor or strength, it seemed every shot she fired became more organically...improved. Each showed less recoil, more flare and stunning power than the last, until, by the time they entered the warehouse, it would only either take a brief flurry, or one or two shots, to incapacitate a marine. Now Jenosa really wasn't the one to think a weapon as an extension of herself. Quite far from it; gun was a gun to her in the end, however it was used, and while she had some personal favorites (Like her Gemini) that she used with a feeling, she normally didn't let any description go beyond that. But lately that was exactly what was happening with any weapon she begun using; quite literally. And it was never intentional, the whole thing just happened whenever she started working with a weapon; as if it were naturally born into her. Strangely, she rarely noticed this happening, generally from being so caught up in all the action. But when she did...she felt not alienated, but empowered. Like now, as they were confronted with the B.O.X in the warehouse (Who named a security drone that?). Because while the handguns she used weren't destructive, it's not like she hadn't take out larger creatures with small arms fire before. Or her gauntlets. Of course that didn't mean it was going to be a piece of cake, but nothing else was; certainly not in this warehouse that was both big and enclosed with its tall, near 3 story tall walls of stacked cargo. And they were certainly found themselves in a pincer attack from flanking group of marines; between them and the mechanoid, things could get a bit hairy; but otherwise with their skill sets seemed manageable. And then that changed once the gunfire momentarily stopped. Even before she got a visual on the man's eye, every hair on her back stood on end just from the simple, familiar approach of his presence. She knew then and then the game had changed - much more than she had expected. She glanced at Z'Gato, "Well, someone must really like you - and then at Travis - and really hate you." That was all she really had to say. Everything about her next few actions had been worked out in a flash once she heard what the black, armored commando had ordered. She holstered her Gemini gun, leaped forward to get in range of the rebooting B.O.X - full well knowing that the Marines would now hesitate to immediately shoot her - and attacked. It was a double whammy combo. She tossed 3 plasma bombs in mid-jump, landing them on it's chest plate, and quickly followed by several successive throws with of her EMP gauntlet. Even with it's central processing unit being organic and baring an good electrical resistance, the combination between their potency and plasma bomb opening up it's out casing certainly wreaked havoc on its external systems. Not fatal enough to destroy, but certainly enough to take out some of it's weapons systems. And cause on of them to misfire. A resounding boom and smoke came from the mech, followed by an impact against one of the walls of stacked cargo. And part of it came down, followed by a domino affect. Jenosa, and Alissa, only had moments to react, leaping out of the way the raining cargo. So much of it came down that she had to use her adrenaline rush setting just to dodge a few. As the dust and noise settled, she turned to look behind her. And swore. "Dammit!" Before them was a mountain of cargo boxes, and judging by the sound of weapons fire on the other side, Travis and Z'gato, as well as the mechanoid, were on the other side. She, along with Alissa, had been separated. 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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Feb 15 2014, 11:07 PM Post #449 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Kill that one." (Yeah, you can get in line for that one; I've no intention of dying here.) Travis thought to himself with slight irritation, his eyes narrowing as a medley of sensory data displayed on his visor helm, alerts displaying and aural readings displaying around the black-armored man as he walked away. Indeed, he didn't even need to read the various info being pulled up along the side panes of the visor. (Phazon mutagens...? Jenkins has gone off the deep end.) He thought to himself, fighting back a snarl. He had read about the original corruption incident, heard it from Samus' own mouth. And worse yet, he had been forced to fight his own friend not at all that long ago during the second corruption incident. And to be frank, there were some who still did not understand that Phazon was TOO DAMN DANGEROUS. It pissed him off. Travis grit his teeth under his visor as the B.O.X. drone began to power back up, his eyes catching Marines moving into firing positions from around the corners of his peripheral vision, the radar of his sensors awash in a sea of crimson dots. (Just what I would expect of my Marine brothers; but we knew they would be this on point, even after the initial shakedown.) He reached along his belt and pulled what appeared to be a silver tube, grasping it tightly with his left hand, his pulse quickening as he saw the marines all eyeing their "guests" warily. (Here we go...) And that's when Jenosa acted. Even though it didn't surprise him, Travis was still impressed by her relative swiftness and agility she had even without power armor, though that was immediately pushed aside by the hail of gunfire that fell across the room. Taking advantage of the chaos, Travis used the opening to squat and simply leap; albeit, incredibly high. As he came down from the air he nailed a few Marines with the stun blaster, knocking them out cold as he landed inside a ring of men. There was a crackle in the air, followed by the sound of something metallic whistling through the air. Any who had looked over to where Travis fought would notice he was switching between wielding a now full-extended stunner staff with either one or both hands, alternating to take shots with the stunner as needed. Marines were sent flying about into unconsciousness when met with firm jabs or swings of the staff, some of those who tried attacking his blindsides sent flying across the catwalks with a firm kick or a quick toss with the arm. the few who tried attacking with arms found that the hunter quickly dodged with a speed that beguiled his armored form or simply stood there if the weapon was weak enough, the rounds discharging harmlessly against shields. And from the middle of his deft display of martial prowess, Travis heard the explosion; Marines and who he thought to be Z'gato dived for cover as three stories' of weaponry, clothing and only God knows what else Jenkins had sitting inside this warehouse came crumbling down into a heap. Travis leapt down and pulled a straggling, unconscious Marine to safety - or rather, hurled him against a wall where the falling cargo would not reach him - before leaping back, the staff now collapsed into it's tubule form. He couldn't see Jenosa or Alissa, however; had they been crushed in the collapse...? He hoped not. The B.O.X. had evidently damaged in the chaos, presumably during Jenosa's initial charge; though he had not seen it, she had somehow set off enough of a chain of explosions that had both collapsed the cargo stores and damaged the security mechanoid's outer casing; through it, he could see a shielded housing of an NPU; similar to a brain, it pulsated beneath the sheen of orange light, small arcs of electric energy seen as the mech whirred. It had been forced to revert into the "box" mode for which it was named, but was slowly unfolding back into the mechanoid state. It obviously began to target Travis, the missile array flapping open along the top but failing to fire as it sparked instead. "WARNING: BALLISTIC MISSILE SYSTEM MALFUNCTION. SWITCHING TO DIRECT COMBAT ROUTINES: ALL FRIENDLY PERSONNEL ADVISED TO CLEAR THE AREA OF ENGAGEMENT." The mechanoid stood at its full height, and immediately began stomping its way across the room, smashing cargo boxes open with a spring of its mighty steel hydraulics, immediately leaping next to Travis and attempting to crush him with a piston "fist" of metal. He easily evaded the blow, seeming to worm his way up the mechanoid's arm and onto its "shoulder" as he reached first into his belt to roll a few flash-bangs across their half of the room, blinding many of the unfortunate and unsuspecting leathernecks immediately. (Sorry, guys, but I really don't need you pestering me with your rounds while I tear this thing apart...) He grimaced; Travis had no pleasure in the pain these men were feeling, or had felt thus far; to him, any Marine was like a brother. Though all of them would live, there was no doubt they would be smarting from the blows they had received. Next, Travis wormed his hands inside of the damage gap, and after a brief sound of grunting, the sound of metal groaning and straining could be heard before he managed to rip what was left of the top hatch free, the metal groaning as he hoisted it and tossed it with seeming ease onto the heap of fallen cargo. The mechanoid attempted to box Travis between its piston-arms, only to hit empty air as the hunter leapt skyward towards the cielng. The B.O.X. was only further damaged as a barrage of Fenris fire met its charging Imperialist, destroying the emplacement and knocking it aside as little more than slag. And as Travis came down, he slammed both feet full-force against the shielding; the force of the impact buckled the energy field, and organic matter went everywhere, sloshing the hunter's armor, the walls and anybody unfortunate to be standing in proximity; Travis had smashed the NPU to giblets and circuitry. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Travis kicked the ruined processing unit as the mechanoid's husk twitched and gave one final shuddering groan, collapsing to the floor with a shock that shook the room. The marines watched in stunned silence as the hunter eyed them all, daring them to challenge him; they feared him, and why wouldn't they? Well... most did; the few that did charge were summarily batted aside, knocked out cold by his armored fists with seemingly no effort. "Come on, Z'gato!" He shouted, tearing off down another hall leading deeper toward the center. (Stall all you like, Jenkins - it won't save your little house of horrors.) He grumbled to himself, being sure to have Constantine to lock the Marines in behind them as they advanced further into the facility. Travis found himself greatly tiring of the corruption arising in the Galactic Federation; he was tired of the lies, the horrific experiments, the crazy sentient mutagens. But he would not let this stand; not for long. His thoughts turned to Jenosa and Alissa, who had still not contacted him as he and Z'gato delved deeper. Though both women were no frail flowers in need of constant saving, he couldn't help but be concerned for his comrades... indeed, he was starting to think them as friends; close friends. (Jenosa, Alissa, please be safe...) He didn't have the time to try to climb that massive heap of cargo; there was no knowing other than to try to occasionally contact them and hope one picked up. Edited by Deadly Aim, Feb 15 2014, 11:11 PM.
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| ~Alissa~ | Feb 18 2014, 07:02 PM Post #450 |
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Alissa spun and dodged and dove to avoid being crushed under the heavy cargo boxes. She was not so much worried about the weight as she was being trapped with no way to escape. In her evasion she had holstered her pistol and stood on the balls of her feet ready to move again in the following silence. The sounds of muffled gunfire from the far side of the pile was short lived however the marines did not act as if they had received good news from the other side. They were stuck with one real way out of the room and s squad of marines blocking their path. Then there was the machine; who had not had too much time to leave the room before Jenossa triggered an avalanche. Likely another of Jenkin’s phazon soldiers, the machine would be a problem which mean the marines needed to be dealt with quickly. And like that Alissa was off, to her the world seemed to slow down, the world took on a sharper focus and Alissa began to move. There was a certain amount of economy in the way she moved through the squad, though graceful in a frightening sort of way. She had the advantage in close quarters; none of the marines would risk hitting their fellows with gun fire. Three were on the ground effectively out of the fight by the time the first stun baton was arcing its way through the air. There would be some broken bones in the mix but too a man the marines would live to tell the tale. She stood up strait pulling a second collapsed baton free and attaching it to the first creating a staff slightly taller than she was, she had a feeling she would need the reach. She was expecting a fight from the machine; it was unlikely that he would go down as easily as the marines had. “We should all head for command” she said over the radio calmly while she waited “we can meet up there.” She looked down the hallway waiting a moment “unless our backup arrives soon however I do not see how we will be able to arrest Jenkins” |
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