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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 2 2011, 01:58 AM Post #71 |
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The very idea of Z'Gato having to suppress his rage and honor only made the Chozo growl louder, which was now audible by the rest of the team nearby, and it was clear by his body language that this did not suit the warrior at all. Doing things this way...far too long, and might not even yield the target results. No, Z'Gato would have far preferred it to just merely start kicking down doors and track down this man--this....Delacroix's minions one by one, and either eliminate them or squeeze information out of them. Fear of the hunt would be the only thing that would drive their prey into performing a critical mistake, and there, the true hunt could begin. This was Z'Gato's problem with most humans...far too weak, and all too cowardly. Having to sit by and do nothing would cause him to go insane! Even Travis would know it would take far more convincing than a mere pep talk. "My skills are wasted on just waiting and looking around for something to happen," Z'Gato said, agitation thick in his voice, especially in the way one of his armored talons began tapping at one of his armored biceps in impatience. He took a moment to listen to the suggestions being tossed around, but none of them appealed to his inner savagery. The target must be found, and he must die. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 2 2011, 11:41 PM Post #72 |
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Jenosa took her place at one side of the room, once again leaning her back against the wall as she attentively listened to the group; and to everything her alien sense felt. No matter how much she did it, it unnerved her how how she was becoming more and more naturally attuned to her senses and whatever she felt. She kept telling herself it simply came from experiance, but it was happening too damn fast; everyday, every hour, after some reflection, she realized she had acted in a new fashion in conjuction with her sixth sense. In fact, she would have eskewed the use of them - to a point where she was shutting them out - because of how alienating it would have been. Yet instead she was now in tune with them on near constant basis. It was a subconscious action that was growing in a way that made Jenosa, inwardly, frightened of herself. She could always feel she was changing, and what concerned her the most wasn't just what she was becoming, but who? She was mutating mind, body and soul, and deep down inside, she was afraid the virus was slowly warping her mind into one of them. But what concerned her the most of all at the moment was invedible question of how she had come back to life, an experiance and moment she was not content in revisiting. And apparently it was more apparent in her face than she realized, as Travis noted. This caught her off guard, and she turned to him with her green irises flaring blue; it had the momentary affect of making Jenosa appear alien in mind. "Just...concerned how 'some' people here will make of the truth in how I came back to life," she replied hesitantly. And it was the truth, not a lie; aside from her ressurection, there was also the matter that they'll ask her questions regarding her...condition. Ones that she honestly didn't feel comfortable sharing with Travis or anyone else here. At the moment, though, it seemed like they were very focused on finding Delacroix. To be frank, she wasn't being payed for this, and while she didn't want to turn on Travis, it was beginning to become rather frustrating since this wasn't her kind of job. That being said, she had come to Travis to not only get her suit, but to ask for some help with some problems of her own. But those could wait, and she doubted 'they' would affect their job. At least, that's what she assumed. Finally, she spoke up, "Y'know, as surprising as this might sound, I actually agree with Bird of War here. i'm not content to sit around and contemplate stuff like politicians, no offense meant; which is why I think we should split into two teams if there's such a difference of opinion. One team will be more active while the others work with more subtle." "That said, Travis," she continued, eyeing the crew with her green eyes that became bright blue for a short moment, "I think you're assuming quite a bit here. Yeah, Delacroix will no doubt have some influence here and there, but we really don't know how he got the weapon, or if he's the one really distrubiting. As for using either the witness or the 'toy' as bait, both are risky, with the latter being more so because we don't know what kind of 'inner circle our buddy has." "Besides," she concluded, "I think we're wasting time here when we know there's some clues decaying at the spot Delacroix is at, assuming he hasn't already left." |
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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~ | Jan 3 2011, 12:57 AM Post #73 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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He continued to keep his voice low, areful not to let the others be clued in even a bit. "Can't say I blame you, Jenosa.... I won't push it then, considering the situation." "Hmm... you're right, but I guess it's just because of working solo most of the time on my part," Travis admitted, nodding to Jenosa, trying to do his best to ignore the fact that her eyes were acting like a lightshow if only not to further unsettle his comrade; the last he needed was her further on the edge then she was. "But there is one thing I forgot, now that I think of it. Now I personally have no problem tracking Delacroix down on my free time... he's a dangerous man and needs to be off the streets." He tapped his fingers on the wall. "But you all, or at least some of you may not be so inclined... which is where I bring my next point; I know there's a bounty out at least concerning these things; we're all hunters and we're all here, right? So if we resolve this thing, I've a proposition: we sign onto the bounty, and if we as a group succeed, split up the reward evenly as possible. Deal?" "We need to get rolling though, Jenosa's right. If we sit and wait, Delacroix will certainly clean any evidence of his involvement here. He may not even be our source as pointed out, but if we catch him, we can find out who is." He finally turned to the red-haired huntress, smiling a bit. "By the way, when we get rolling I need you to head back to the Jolly Jay with me, there's something of yours that I think you'll need." Edited by Deadly Aim, Jan 3 2011, 12:58 AM.
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 7 2011, 12:33 AM Post #74 |
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Alissa listened quietly to the conversation taking place for the moment, Z’Gato was clearly unhappy with the idea of stealth, however that really didn’t concern her. Stealth was in her mind the better choice; it allowed them to reach their goal with a minimum of bloodshed, and likely no civilian loss. That being said there was some merit to the desire to just charge at the target. “This Delacroix sounds dangerous, if not the man then his organization, working together reduces the risk to all of us” She said quietly looking between the other hunters in the room for a moment “and it will allow for tactics we could not use working alone” glancing between the others in the room “use the fact that he is sure he is a target against him, apply pressure from the outside and he will be less able to notice the subtle approach” With the exception of Omega everyone in the room looked the part of a professional hunter, and Omega looked like the predator he claimed to be. Z’Gato looked more like a mercenary or soldier than a bounty hunter but there was relatively little difference in her mind, more so given some of the targets they all might chase. Jenosa seemed mercurial to Alissa, hard to peg down, difficult to follow her pattern of thought, but not foolish either, while Travis seemed more reserved, observant, though ready should the need arise. Alissa’s only problem with the group was that she is an outsider, more so than normal. Everyone in the room seemed to know at least one other person in the group, more than that they appeared on good terms, friends even? “What do we do with Vega? I get the impression that handing him over to the locals before we are done would be foolish, it sounds as though our target might have influence enough, I would rather not give over any information to him if we can avoid it” she asked quietly, in her mind handing Vega over would be handing their enemy intelligence which was foolish at best, that meant they would have to keep an eye on him. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 13 2011, 03:17 AM Post #75 |
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A small, tennis ball-sized object smashed through one of the windows in the room where the hunters were gathered. It was clearly metal, looking as though it were made of polished brass, though undoubtedly was some stranger, more alien alloy. It took one short hop, bounced off the opposite wall, and ultimately rolled to a rest in the middle of the room. If they happened to catch a glimpse of it, some of the hunters - Z'Gato and Omega-Alpha definitely, and probably Travis as well - might have recognized the device as a Power Bomb in the few seconds before it detonated and a searing thermal wave ripped through the room. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 13 2011, 01:14 PM Post #76 |
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Z'Gato had considered speaking up again, when suddenly, a small spherical object bounced into the room from one of the windows. At first, he thought it was a grenade, until it began to slow down, and the Chozo warrior's eyes went wide with panic. Even before his mouth moved to warn the others, his body was already sprinting towards another room, where more cover from the blast would be available, though it possible could be a worthless gesture against something as so destructive as a full power bomb. "GET OUT!" He yelled, spotting a window and leaping out of it as the device ruptured, the sound of glass shattering barely audiable over the explosion of the bomb. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 13 2011, 08:21 PM Post #77 |
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The relative calm of the gathering was broken by the sound of shattering glass followed a moment later by a metallic thud, Alissa’s attention was drawn to the device as it bounced off the wall before coming to settle near the center of the room. Even without knowing exactly what the device was it was not a huge leap to guess it was some sort of grenade. For the second time in one day Alissa’s nervous system would kick into over drive though this time it was something she wanted. She turned and started back towards a door behind her, hoping to get some structure between herself and the bomb, and indeed was moving before Z’Gato’s shouted warning, a small office of some kind Alissa leaped over one before pulling up under it, curled in a call, hands covering ears for protection with her back towards where the blast would be, being unarmored it was the best she could hope for in what she assumed was a short amount of time before the bomb would go off. |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jan 14 2011, 12:54 PM Post #78 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Oh shit. "BAIL! BAIL! BAIL!" Travis shouted, quickly hitting a button, already in motion as the suit rematerialized around him in a flash of teal light, hoping that the others had enough sense to run! Power bombs, of all things.. they had power bombs! "C'mon, jump out!" He shouted, sprinting through the same window that Z'gato had just feverishly jumped out from. "If you don't move, you're all dust!" His mind was racing, already trying to think; chances are that they had been followed from the start of this crazy escapade, and whomever it was wanted to either get the hunters from finding the trail or ensuring Vega had an "accident." What better way to ensure no evidence then a power bomb; anybody without some type of armor or shielding usually found themselves S.O.L. Edited by Deadly Aim, Jan 14 2011, 12:57 PM.
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| +transcon+ | Jan 14 2011, 08:57 PM Post #79 |
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The creature had very little time to react. His instincts kicked in, but instead of running away from the device, he ran toward it. Dust kicked up from around his footfalls as he sprinted full bore at the device. Raw energy could be seen crackling across his visible flesh. The cloak he was wearing started to flare open as, momentarily, light started to pulse across the violet stripes on his skin. There was a brilliant orange flash as he dove for the bomb, grabbing it in both hands, and cradling it against his abdomen while curled up in a ball. Omega-Alpha was trying to minimize the effect as best as he could. His party was in danger, as well as his friend, Jenosa. He figured that though Alissa wasn't out of the bomb's range of detonation, if he minimized its blast, coupled with the wall between the blast and her, she had good odds of escaping the deadly effects. Z'Gato was already out of range, and Travis was already on the move. They both were shouting warnings, but their words were unintelligible to the creature at this point. Instinct was driving him to protect his allies. He knew he could take the explosion without a problem. "Scree!" As the explosion ripped around him, he belted out a screech that could set nerves on end for the average person. It could still be heard only moments after the detonation, and the shockwave had passed. It was an angry and painful cry familiar to those who have heard the feral screech of a Metroid. His cloak, along with all of his personal effects (identification, credit stick, licenses and permits) had vaporized in the deafening blast. Their quarry being so close to the blast point, was questionable at best. As the dust was clearing, the silhouette of a seven and a half feet tall figure with raptor-like legs and bulky torso could be seen. The tail that extended down to his knees was thrashing to and fro. In the middle of the abdomen was an eerie pulsing light. Dark green plate-like flesh, violet stripes, a clear abdomen showing the source of the light from a ball of glowing flesh. Violent looking claws and talons, and segmented tail was all slowly revealed as the dust settled. "Is everyone okay?" the figure asked in its familiar four-tone voice. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 16 2011, 12:52 AM Post #80 |
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Although the Federation were certainly all about the chozo site, they weren't the only none-hostile group there. Paired with the scientists working down under inside the ruins, studying the aged technology within were Confederation. The Confederation was a government, unlike the Federation, that was mostly composed of humans, this mainly due to having originated from a human colonization expedition that had gotten lost in space, and over time, lost in the per-Federation's records. Many years later these governments met with much surprise, and soon began exchanging information on what occurred. by that time, the Confederation was already a large independent government; and there were a lot of other reasons the Confederation weren't absorbed by force into the Federation, mainly due to politics, leaked information, and space pirates. Largely due to their origin, the Confederation and Federation came to a mutual agreement to help one another help one another while remaining independent; it was also a way to help test and prevent corruption of the Federation, a problem that was becoming more apparent. In terms of actually technology, there were definitely similarities between the both governments, but also some differences as well. The Confederation were more along the road of energy manipulation, structure and condensation thanks to the many energy-based entities that are almost pests within Confederation space. There was also their research tech, which had useful qualities and security applications, including that of robust force field modules, power conduits, and teleporters. Each scientist, and group, also shared a different set of expertise on different fields, combining the two led to many ideas being discussed and debated with enthusiasm between both , Federation, Confederation, and any xenomorphs on the Federation side. Many of the scientists were also very sociable, and although the environment was tough, they learned to lean on each other whenever one got tired. Of all, of course, it was the Chozo site that was largely in debate between almost all the time. Thus, they were all very eager to get their equipment set up and start doing analysis; none of them had a worry on their mind about an attack, and if there was something up, the soldiers guarding the ruins outside would know about the issue first. Yet, oddly enough, it was the droids that seemed to first sense something was off; or rather, a variety of Confederation built ones. They were much like the others, be it Confederation or GFed, but they had an odd, orange, reddish tinge to their chassis. And while they had originally been acting like machines before, taking commands and hauling equipment, they all of a sudden, simultaneously, odd. Their movements were jittery and erratic, as if they agitated and were on guard like an actual animal. This certainly caught everyone's attention, especially quite a few of the Confederation staff, who, upon noticing, became equally anxious. Questions were rapidly shot about to those who seemed to know about the strange behavior, but the concerned scientists demanded to make contact with the forces outside immediately A few hesitated, it was apparent that there was definitely something about, and after a few repeated attempts, it was apparent their communication was being jammed. They opted to send someone to the surface with an escort droid to ask the guards; all the while the Confederation scientists carefully...explained the odd behavior as everyone made some precautionary adjustments. ------- Outside, it seemed to guard's had only just recently become aware of the situation thanks to a Confederation soldier named Dalden Alshen, who had barely escaped with his life, a fact apparent by his damaged HUD. He explained that the main base camp was in combat, and it appeared communication was cut off by an unknown attacking force. That having been noted, Dalden said he might be able to modify his transmitter to cut through the interference to at least send out a one-way message to all surviving troops that within a good radius of the ruins. Other than that, they would be cut off from the fleet in orbit for the time, and would have to rally as many men to form a defense within the ruins. His message was sent out with some static, but it was clear enough for all to hear: "This Dalden, one of the Confederation co-operative soldiers, bearing the alliance code T579. All surviving and able troops please make their way to the ruins where we can form a proper defense until the fleet in orbit notices our current situation." -------------- The hair on Jenosa's back rose as she heard something crash through the window, an very agitating sensation rippling down her spine. Even before her eyes laid on the device, she had the instinctive feeling she was in great danger; and it was only looking down at it did she recognize what it was. Immediately, both human and alien instincts kicked, and she bolted for the closest cover. However, as if feeling the threat all around her skin as though the explosion had already went off, she knew the only thing closest to her was the large, active warehouse generator; equipment that was apparently installed due to the warehouse being off the cities electrical grid. It wasn't much, but time was short and she had to hope it's bulk would protect her from most of the blast. As she did, she could feel the generator's electrical field encompass her entire boy, the the tingling sensation pulsing all about – and her heart pulsed with it. Then within less than a moment, the explosion hit just as she hit the cold cement floor, which became an oxymoron as the heat wave came. The air around her became instantly hot, and she felt a searing sensation on the side of her body, which caused her to flex every muscle in her body. And in that short instant, the pain lessened, and she had the sense that she was...enraptured in something protective; she didn't know what it was, only that she was responsible for protecting herself; and it had happened as soon as she re-actively flexed her muscles. The heat dissipated, but the smoke and resounding bang still hung in the air as Jenosa staggered to get up. She winced as she felt burning pain lace the left side of her abdomen; the clothing there was singed and there was a second degree burn. There was also a few burned spot here and there on her limbs, but that by far was the worst, though it didn't seem fatal. As she looked about though, she her muscles relaxed a bit, but only such; she was still very tense. Yet as she did, she felt the strong electromagnetic field that had unknowingly surrounded her and the generator like a cocoon unravel. She shivered at the idea of what she had instinctively accomplished, by had more pressing concerns when she heard Omega. “Aside from a nasty burn on my side, I'm fine,” she called out. Edited by CEMP, Jan 16 2011, 01:01 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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