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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jan 16 2011, 01:58 PM Post #81 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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The explosion rocked the ground and Travis ducked as the searing heat swept over him, worried for the fate of his cohorts. Did they manage to avoid the blast? He jumped back up onto the edge as smoke billowed out of the room. "Right... sound off if you're... not.......... dead..." What he found was completely unexpected. Instead of finding a smoldering crater and a massive inferno in the room, Travis found that they had all somehow not been burnt or vaporized; at least that seemed apparent. And in the center of the room was this... thing. Humanoid, but from above Travis could only tell it seemed to have some type of carapace... at least until it talked. "Is everyone okay?" "I'm... fine." Travis replied, slinking back down onto the floor and making his way over to Jenosa, who seemed to be rather unlucky. "I'm just amazed that you're all alive at the moment, power bombs are powerful enough to turn squads of troops to dust." She had been burnt pretty badly, the scans were reading what seemed to be second degree burns as well as an elevated pulse; she was definitely not having a good day. "I think I should look into getting you your suit back ASAP if this sort of shit keeps happening... Lemme just get clearance to fly it into the city..." "Constantine, are you there?" He tapped a button on the wrist, opening a channel. "Get clearance to fly low in the city, priority pickup." "Did some thing ha-" -the AI took a look through the HUD cam and promptly shut his jaw - "Nevermind, let me just patch through to tower control and I should be there in a minute." "Thanks." Travis looked up. "I've got a mender on my gunship, we can treat your burns with that..." He turned to Omega, still quite surprised at what awaited him. He scanned the humanoid for a moment, waiting for any results... |
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 16 2011, 08:11 PM Post #82 |
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Moments after Alissa had wedged herself under the desk the device detonated, waves of heat and force washed through the room that the bomb had landed in along with the room Alissa had hidden in, the structure of the building and desks in the abandoned office did some to dissipate the force of the blast however Alissa found her hiding place under one of the desks moved a good measure as the shock wave piled the desks into the far corner. This turned Alissa’s hiding space into more of just a small confined space, something that Alissa was not too fond of. She turned towards what she thought was the way out and kicked a few times, the wood of the desk splintered a bit and after a few more strong kicks Alissa extracted herself from the pile of desks, glancing towards the mess a moment before turning to see how everyone else had survived the attack. Alissa took a step and winced a bit feeling a bit of pain in her leg, she glanced down to see a cut along the calf of her pants of her left leg, she bent down to examine the wound and pulled a piece of wood out, it had been the source of the pain as it pressed into a cut, likely received when she had kicked her way through the desk. “I’ll be alright” she said in response to the various questions as to who survived, which it appeared was everyone at this point. She glanced around at the others, Travis had gone out the window and was still armored which made it hard to tell if he was damaged, Jenosa appeared to have received the worst of it but she was standing and appeared to be intact. Omega surprised her, she hadn’t had any idea what the creature in the cloak was, and now was still rather confused by what she saw. “This location isn’t secure, we should find some place a little less accessible” Alissa was annoyed to say the least, though an attempt on one’s life had that effect. “and then we should decide how we will deal with these bodyguards” |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 16 2011, 09:39 PM Post #83 |
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Z'Gato picked himself up, curious as to why the blast had not outright destroyed the facility, not to mention the marginal damage to his armor's plating and energy field, though he decided not to look a gift-horse in the mouth, as those humans put it. He walked back inside of the facility, letting his mere presence be an indication of his survival through the ordeal, rather than waste words as he winced with a slight pain from the concussion. The others looked safe, particularly the...creature...in the middle of where the Power Bomb had come to rest. Odd. One would have thought that instinct would have driven the creature to hide... Regardless, Z'Gato's sensors did a cursory glance at each of the people around him, checking for vital signs, and a small place in the pit of his stomach seemed to relax after confirming his 'comrades' were safe. He scoffed at this however...was he really so weak as to have that much concern for these people? He truly had spent far too much time with them to grow this soft. "Our enemies seem to be far more adept than originally perceived. Perhaps this could truly be a good hunt." |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 18 2011, 03:41 PM Post #84 |
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"Tsk, oh please," Jenosa remarked to Travis, "I've had worse scrapes beore. Can't do a job without getting dirty, and getting dirty means you're doing your job," she finished with a chuckle, her soot covered face making a grin. She noticed Travis giving Omega a wary glance, and she said, "Hey, no need to worry too much about our big, green, scaily friend over there, so long as his appatitite not on a rampage. You can thank him for taking most of the blast for us." As she said that, she reflected momtarily in how she had 'protected' herself, glancing at the generator with with curious, yet anxious, green eyes. It resonated throughout every muscle fiber in her body that she had...transfused it with what felt like her own blood; transfecting whatever 'flowed' within it with her own essence. And despite all alien pretense and that it might signify some kind of pathogen, there didn't seem to be any permanenet affects; in fact, she wasn't only happy it had allowed her to survive, she found herself reveling at what she had accomplished, and wished to do it again. To bond, attune with the generator's electromagnetic fields - she never understood the scientific concept behind that name, only it was this intangible aspect that she felt with such an intuitive nature that it made it feel tangible - in way that made this aspect seem like another muscle in her body, well, it was something she extravegantly yurned for. My god, it just felt so liberating to- She snapped out of it, realizing she had her over the geneator in a conspiscious manner, feeling the generator's field pulsing to her heart beat. Immediately, she pulled it away as if she had been scolded by it; she had no idea if anyone had taken notice, but she definitely wasn't going to make a show of herself. She inwardly cursed the alien aspect of her mind for goading her to act so strangely. Seeking at least some kind of small solace, she made her way from Travis to Omega, who, strangely enough, she felt the most comfortable being around despite being just as alien as she was becoming; even if he did ask why she had acted odd only a few seconds ago. She said to him, "Hey, thanks for the taking the brunt of the blast for us. How about you? How are you holding? Does this got you all riled up like it does for Z'Gato?" (OOC: before you get any ideas, transcon, please don't have Omega heal Jenosa's major wounds. Similarly, DA, when it eventually comes time for Travis to use the medi laser, let me do the healing business, hehe >.~.) Edited by CEMP, Jan 18 2011, 04:00 PM.
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| ~Penultimate~ | Jan 19 2011, 06:49 PM Post #85 |
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(Proof read and spell checked . I cannot help but somthing is wrong with this post..but I am sure it is fine.Gut feeling I guess, it's been a long day so, I properly missed somthing obvious or I'm being cynical..or paranoid. Or cynically paranoid? Hell, if my guy feeling turns out to be right. I apologize) As the clicks, tangs and tings of metal was made on the heavy duty troopers writhe filled crawling to the the side of his commanding officer, several loud bangs and shots swallowed up any orchestra of sound the solder emitted on his way to the more stealthy and silent Speed Specialist before him, Veloant being that speed specialist twirled his two lifeless black and transparent caps to the various entities fighting once more with a quick turn of the neck as he lifted his chin above the spiky rocks and mounds of sand mixed along with grit, only generating a whispering tune out of the earth as his elbows grinded the glassy cloaks below that haunted their feet and currently now their frontal torso "I..I...I'm g-getting something, Sir" cried out a nervous and shaking tone, it was if the mans voice box was being strangled as his tune got higher and kept skipping small beats every now and then , obviously such a sound could only be generated by the jittery radio officer who was now curled up slightly with his right hand on his head, his neck as a low as possible which in turn revealed a number of his bones and veins apart from those pieces of flesh that managed to hide within his neck guard on his armor. "bzzzt.." was all that was heard when the radio man shortly managed to stretch his stomach and sit up slightly while reaching to his back and detaching a massive cord from the side of that lumbering anti-Radar equipment he carried with him. The sun and the weight clearly have forced a bit on the man which did not square with his now panicking sense of state, his fingers barely managed to stay still, moving about like electric when passing the cord to the white suited commander whom quickly let his wrist fly forth and release the burden of the communication unit from his grasp. The young man wore gloves, thick and heavy gloves but it did not take a genius to figure out that his hands where swelled in sweat like a pig forced to exercise in the middle of summer, his whole body in fact was sweating harder than all the men from the squadron "What the message, all I hear is static"" Veolant retorted to the communication Technician when holding the cord up to his face between the rest of his men so they could also hear the voice that the radio should be emitting. The "bzzt" and strange electronic noises increased as the cord head was held up from its holder, being nothing but a long plug with a microphone on top, or a at least what would appear a microphone to any average day fellow. Suddenly a voice popped out of nowhere when a message broke through along with a strange number of squeaks in the back ground like a bunch of mice crying out for help "Con....fed-..ra-....Fa-l...-l back..ruin...defenses....flee-...t" The machine was not that static filled but the simple fact a heavy weaponry battled was booming behind them shattered a lot of the words too from the message, granted though it was still rather clear what they had to do, at least to Veoalnt as almost instantly he looked towards all of his troops in a very slow and hazy way, peeking at the weapons they bore and then once more twirling his body around and stabbing those painful rocks into his stomach as he peered through the cracks of his cover to the fight that was going on only a couple of metres away. "Cren. Private Cren. I refuse to let these guys just waltz into a base and kill many of young and old men. I'm not fleeing until we at least have a quick scope of the base up close for the injured. We got to save who we can.." Veolant spewed this all out in a deeper voice than usual, perhaps a slight softer mix in his under tone due to the speed such words came out. The Heavy only glanced up at him and then forth towards the number of enemies attacking before staring back at the commander, all those cameras working as his eyes and each staring at him in a long and daunting fashion, the same stare only a crowd could perform on a person "Sir. We could never take those guys or even hold off enough for even brief run through The Americano replied in a much more higher tone than usual, it wasn't silly in it's pitch but it definitely a change from the masculine roughness his throat had before "I know you couldn't. I don't plan to hold them off. I want you to hit them with something heavy..something that will distract them, at least get rid of that tank and then run to the ruins. I'll activate my drive and check the place as fast as I can and then dart out from the back of the base. I'll then tango back on the path this one leads to on our way back to the ruins..got it...?" The commander replied in a more tangy tone, as if he was trying to chew the very theory he was speaking out for a moment but soon climaxed into his big brother kind of tone when he took notice of his current mistake, Cren, the heavy duty Trooper soon reach to his leg and pulled up a rather fat and clunky piece of machinery, it was indeed an odd device of war it did not really seem ultimately like a gun, in fact the only that suggested it was so was the barrel on the top of it. The device itself hanged from his leg with a dotted belt for grip and indeed such an elastic item would be required to keep something this bulky hanging. The item was not big but it was fat, very fat like a bloated maggot made out of metal with it's continuous tails that spun around the barrel which only got bigger and bigger towards the end, finally reaching to a at least a half a meter thickness. Cren placed the...weapon on the ground and swung two fingers underneath it's base, making a powerful "Click!" when pulling tow miniature stands out to hold it up on the dirt. A brief silence took a hold before Veolant looked it up and down and simply inquired "What the hell is that...?" to his private in a more intrigued but rushed tone due to his constant state of alertive adrenaline. The private tore his eyes or..cameras from the machine and looked up to those opposite black goggle that sat, sunked into the head of Veolant before replying in a slightly heavy tone as he struggled to detach and attach more parts "Its an old Electronic and plasma Coalition tool. It will give you what you need. The thing is..I have only one bullet.." "Commander. This is not the time for heroes..even with you're speed suit, you're heart will burst in the time it will take you to get in and out....the best we can do is hope to distract them and give the men inside a chance to drag the wounded out.." Said the warrior whom bore those smelly socks as before, The two stared at each other directly in the eyes, a hard task when the eyes for them both are hard to spot before Veolant simply gripped onto a stigma that laid infront of him and pulled it as hard as he could, poking his knuckles out before letting out a simple and somewhat reluctant "You're Right, Private. If I abandon you, they will surely discover our path and try to flank us on the way back anyway...Cren. Give it a fire, it will give us some time, confuse them and let us get a heard start to the ruins.." He ended his voice in a more official but none the less it still had that exhausted sense to it when denied his chance to save lives by his limitations and the enemies advantage. Veolant only paused for a moment at the ordinance the trooper had "One bullet...." He asked in a somewhat dumbfounded fashion, as if there some sort of joke he missed out on but it would appear not be so as the lips on the heavy duty solder remained as stern and ready for battle like they where the last few minutes before tearing them apart once more to reply "Yes. One bullet. It works on a system that involves both electronic weaponry and plasma injection with a magnetic core but it too un-stable. They reject each other when in the same room and blow up. I can only carry one. This will rip through tank, blow to pieces and send a massive..but passive shock wave that will send the sand up and blind everyone, including knocking a few on their asses. once it hits..I'm ditching the gun. we should have a few seconds at least before they start firing again and we can get the hell out before they spot us.." The man replied in a somewhat more breathless tone as he had now turn this maggot into a single pole with various rings twirling around it. The nose aimed upwards which the man moved a little from angle to angle as he eyed the tank in it's assault before taking out a single small rod the size of an arm from the other leg, opposite to the one holding the gun before and placed it inside the nose of the machine. A small "swoomp" sound came out of it as the rod scraped against the insides of the barrel. "Makes sense. Fire when ready.." Veoalnt replied and lifted up his free hand to wave it slightly towards the ground, making everyone get as close to the floor as possible, despite the rocks and tiny spike some even pushed their faces to the ground as they saw the device standing up. The only one who stood now that American who simply ran his finger along the side of one of the rings, making them suddenly emit a gentle blue glow on the sides facing the pole "Ring one. Activated" A voiced said silently in a artificial manner when the very bottom entangling tail started to spin, this proceeded for a few seconds before a loud "bzzzzzzzt" escaped the barrel along with a mound of smoke as the bullet flew straight into the sky, diving into the blue waters that held above the mortals below and even swimming in a cloud for a moment before the rod let something drop out of it's bottom, the core of the bullet left and revealed itself to be just a blue stick as it headed towards the tank and then suddenly "BOOOM"-I'll let shin decide if the tanks blows up or not-a wave of sand popped up and a shock wave rippled throughout the field, it was powerful, enough to knock any human off his heels at least but the strength of it was not enough to kill anyone, in fact like nothing more than some very big fellow has just tackle you to the ground and not at all like the force would expect from such a heavy device. Sand engulfed everything, it was if the dirt was trying to eat the world they was standing on, even the troopers could not peek at what was ahead of them when the mist of sand and mud dominant the plain, vision was just one colour now after that affect due to the sand and the only ones who weren't immediately knocked onto their backs was those who lied down to begin with, not that it matter if any one was standing or not the mist was so powerful you couldn't recognize you're own mothers face is she was standing three feet away in this storm. Veoland had not much time and nether did the troopers, it took barely a second for he and his squadron to part ways from the omnipresent identities of the men in peril that lurked in the base, the warrior soon found himself on his way back to the side wall of the path they had chosen, it was a slightly longer route as there was a greater deal of bushes and some climbing over small rocks would be needed to get to the ruins rather than the main route the base had but twelve men and even if such men had all the equipment in the world, they could not take on a small army nor could they catch reinforcements from the retreating base survivors from their station so detouring was the only path left. As the troopers dragged thier feet and squinted thier eyes in the sand there was a sense of tension in the muscles and bodies that lurked beneath their skins.none of their eyes even meet for a second for any reason, perhaps it was the team focusing on not falling due to having zero sight but only after a few breaths the sand had cleared up and the sun started to peek through the remaining dust in the air. The looks stayed the same although now thier feet were now jogging as fast as they could with all they weight they had as they needed to coordinate the possible forces that retreated from the base at the ruins. Edited by Penultimate, Jan 19 2011, 06:50 PM.
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Pride is just a stepping stone to Humility. "You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather"-Outcast "Those that trade liberty for security, nether deserve liberity nor Safety"-Franklin "First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win"-Gandhi | |
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 20 2011, 07:57 PM Post #86 |
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Alissa watched the group as they took stock of the situation, made plans to deal with any injuries and considered what to do. The others seemed to be at this point whole and un-damaged. A good deal of attention was paid to the unexpected appearance of Omega once every one had sounded off as being alright. That honestly did not seem all that strange to Alissa, Omega is a bit unusual and it stands to reason that people would be curious, and to that end both members of the group who were in armor appeared to be running a scan, there was no other reason for directed attention when in armor that could provide complete situational awareness. Alissa’s attention however was drawn to Jenosa who appeared to be intently studying the generator that she had hidden behind during the blast. Alissa’s eyes traveled over the device, it was substantial but she had discounted it as cover even when she suspected the device to be much less powerful than it actually was. Her eyes traveled down to the scorch marks on the ground. They followed what Alissa would consider a normal path across the concrete, debris, scorch marks, other things all formed a pattern that keen grey eyes could follow. But when her eyes fell where Jenosa had been huddled she saw something that did not make sense, the pattern bent around where Jenosa had been….the hunter should have been significantly more damaged, if not burnt to a cinder. Something had deflected the damage, or at least most of it. She looked back towards jenosa quietly for a moment, watching the way the hunter moved, she was distracted but was doing a good job of hiding it, the distraction could easily be written off to adrenaline. Alissa cast her attention back towards the rest of the group “the bomb was either meant to kill us all or a message, if it’s the former then we had an advantage we need to capitalize on quickly, the latter and we need to proceed more carefully” Alissa looked between the hunters “ if our target thinks he has just kicked over an ant hill he may not stick around to find out what the ants do” Edited by Alissa, Jan 21 2011, 12:21 PM.
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| +transcon+ | Jan 22 2011, 10:26 AM Post #87 |
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Reflections In a daze from the sudden flash of heat, he reflexively reached out to Jenosa who had approached him with confidence... and a limp. She was a friend who had once bailed him out of the fire (or ice in the literal sense), therefore she was someone he considered close. However, just as reflexively, took a step back out of reach with a gentle wave of a hand. "I know what you're about to do," she politely stated, "but we need you to save your energy. We can't let you get too hungry now, can we?" The redhead was mildly injured, but Omega took his fair share of the blast. From what he saw of her, she would be just fine without him giving her life energies to heal. It was just a mild limp and some burns. Humans have lived just fine under those conditions. And, he decided if this was the case, then he would need to put that energy into protecting himself and this group. He was starting to recover and realized what he was about to do. Upon hearing what Jenosa suggested, he lowered his arm and turned to look over the remaining people in his party. When his eyes rested on Travis, he paused for a moment. "Trisha?" Either the blast jostled his memory, or the light was playing tricks on him. Within that very flash of moment, his vision straightened out and he could clearly see that it was not Trishadarian Winters, the first and closest friend he had made back on that dreaded desert world, 1729. The same woman who raised him before Samus and Omega had first met (again). The woman he lived with on board the Grace. But, just that instant, he either could see a bit of her energy pattern in Travis, or he was remembering a bit of Travis' energy pattern in his memory of Trisha. "Oh, sorry Dead Eye," he grumbled more to himself than at anyone. Though the disorientation was merely momentary and negligible, embarrassment lasted a bit longer. He stamped at the ground in irritation with a grunt. "Glad everyone is okay, though. It stung, but it was worth it." Omega-Alpha had met Travis while in his Gamma stage. On one hand, he was thankful that the hunter was unaware of how much of a proverbial ass hole Omega was in that stage. On the other, he did help Jessie Falcon bail the man out of trouble. The state of health he was in was really poor. But, he did it because he was helping a friend of his Mother's, and Travis' clutch-mate, Trisha. “The bomb was either meant to kill us all or a message. If it’s the former, then we have an advantage we need to capitalize on quickly; the latter and we need to proceed more carefully.” Alissa looked between the hunters. “If our target thinks he has just kicked over an ant hill, he may not stick around to find out what the ants do.” "If the message was 'boom'," he scowled, "then I have a message, too." He gnashed his teeth in the air, clawed at the ground with his foot, and trilled low while bringing his wrists to his chest. The glowing nucleus behind the clear abdominal plates flickered and pulsed eerily with excitement. "We go now! I look forward to these guards. One is Zebethian! My favorite morsel. Delacroix does delivery!" |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 23 2011, 02:00 AM Post #88 |
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"Negative. I do not get 'excited', I merely ready for a true challenge," Z'Gato said, protesting to Jenosa's latest comment to Omega, but when Alissa spoke, Z'Gato scoffed. "Nonsense, woman. If this was supposed to be a message, or an attempt at our lives, then our enemy severely underestimates our abilities. He will pay for this outrage, and our time to strike grows quite near," He said, making a low growl. When Omega made his declaration, Z'Gato's respect grew a little, and the Chozo came to stand near the creature. "I agree. Let us strike while our enemies giggle from their lightshow! Strike hard, strike fast, and our enemies will be naught but dust in our wake!" The Chozo said, deciding not to waste much time and proceed out of the building, his blaster ready to smite their quarry. |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Jan 23 2011, 05:53 PM Post #89 |
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The Other Guy
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What should have been a relatively even battle was turning into a one sided onslaught. Despite the efforts of the Federation and Confed soldiers the Ar’c simply kept advancing, methodically targeting one unit after another with seemingly no regard for their own individual survival. Every time a heavy weapon was brought to bear upon one of the armoured vehicles every commando within firing range would instantly shift their attention towards it, laying down surprising fire even as they were cut apart by the defending soldiers. They were like machines. Walking forwards through hails of gunfire, falling silently as they were cut down rather than screaming in pain and the wounded even continuing to shoot at the soldiers as they bled out on the sand. They simply kept coming, supported by the stolen vehicles which were now shrugging off the stray shots of light weapons fire the retreating troops were blasting at them. Then without warning the tank under their control exploded, catapulted forwards in a fireball as it was blown apart; several of the commandos surrounding it being vaporised in the explosion before they could react. The ‘bullet’ of Cren’s weapon struck the heavy vehicle at exactly the right point, striking it at the vulnerable join between its main body and turret. Burning through and punching its way into its engine assembly, causing the volatile fuel to ignite and destroy the tank from the inside out. Sand and shrapnel were cast everywhere, killing Ar’c and human alike as a dust cloud caused by the detonation suddenly engulfed the attacking forces. The aliens paused for a moment, and then began to fall back in formation, gathering around the hovering escort vehicle as it moved forwards to cover their retreat. No command was given, no orders were heard, as if by sheer instinct the attackers suddenly began to regroup in exact coordination, dragging the wounded who could no longer fight behind them. --- Ra heard the detonation along with the acrid smell of burning fuel but he knew the troops could be trusted to do their jobs, keeping the Federation on the back foot as they attacked. Breaking into the defences of the dig site and not retreat. Right now he had another, more pressing problem to deal with. Namely the seemingly invincible solider who was now sprinting straight for the entrance to the ruins. The fact the ‘soldier’ has just shrugged off a sniper round to the head without any visible damage was hardly comforting. It meant this thing was far more than just a human, and able to take more damage than anything humanoid sized should have been able to. He’d just have to hope it could bleed. Drawing his sword from where it was sheathed across his back, Ra thumbed the activation rune on its hilt and felt the weapon hum to life. It had been designed specifically to rip through any armour, artificial or otherwise; he’d just have to hop that it would now work on the creature he was fighting. Leaping into the air, Ra spun the weapon so its blade pointed downwards and then with all his strength stabbed it down towards the neck of the creature. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 23 2011, 09:00 PM Post #90 |
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Jenosa chuckled at Z'Gato's response, and simply went in a low voice, "Riiiiiiggght." Sometimes she wondered where he got his vocabulary. At the mention of the bomb from Alissa' and Z'Gato's response to it, Jenosa just shook her head, annoyed. "Oh I'd say it's a message alright, but given what we've already seen, I wouldn't scoff at it. If they wanted to try and kill us, they should have followed up with an immediate attack afterward. Could also be testing us, but fr - hey wait!" Too late, Z'Gato had already spoken his piece and was running towards their next intended location. Lovely, Jenosa thought to herself; she full well knew that you should never assume the enemy is stupid; that was the last thing you should do. She sighed with sarcasm in her voice, "Not excited his says. Honestly, that's guys over-zealousness is going to bite him in the sorry ass one day; and I think I'll be smiling when I told him so." True, Jenosa itched for a little action herself, but her survival came first; and she was right now in need of medical attention, and probably in more than one way. She could feel the familiar thumping sensation emanating from the core of her body, all the while alien instincts roiled in the back of her mind. She thought she could almost feel her body – the organs affected the most – mutating even as she stood there without any pain in her at all. Constantly adjust and adapting were probably the words, and the documents and experiences echoed in her mind how much the Scurge just did that. Even so, knowing full well what was going on inside of her, she didn't let it phase her current demeanor, for she intuitively knew that there was nothing she could do about it; she'd just have to take it was it came, all the while helping her comrades. Glancing at everyone else around her, she could tell Omega was pretty much itching to with Z'Gato; that was already obvious from his words, attitude, and the thrumming beat of energy that seemed to encompass her entire body. She wouldn't stop him given the eagerness, but she did have concern for any kind of collateral damage he'd unknowingly create (if not Z'Gato was already enough of a concern for that). Jenosa then gazed upon Alissa, her green eyes momentarily flaring blue as if she judging her real character. When she spoke, she did so with a serious tone of voice, “There's not a whole lot I know about you,” she admitted, “and you might already know this, but you're pretty much the only big stranger here. You're certainly odd considering your physical appearance and agility, and I have no idea what that whole 'excuse me' business was about; but...if you were somebody's els'es agent intent on screwing us over, Omega would have already sunk his teeth into you.” “In which case,” she continued, “can I ask you to promise me that neither Omega or Z'Gato do anything too...rash and get casualties involved? Your the quickest here, and you already know where me and Travis need to go first.” As she said that, she made a wry smile as she extended her hand, all the while still bearing the serious in the rest of her stance. |
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