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| ~Alissa~ | Oct 11 2013, 08:00 PM Post #81 |
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Alissa blinked getting the sudden communication from Constantine, she was still unused to Travis’ AI, it had been explained that he was sentient. And from time to time Alissa saw subtle similarities between the patterns of logic and communication used by Constantine and her own ship’s AI. Just the same she had come to learn to trust the construct, and more to the point understand its motives, she didn’t really need to ask questions. The warning aside the weapon in her face had done a good job of indicating how dangerous the woman was, most people when confronted the way Alissa had confronted grace would have surrendered, it was why she had operated the way she had. **That weapon matches the sidearm issued to the guards aboard the prison ship, it lacks the power to penetrate the kinetic field or the armor plating, it is unlikely to penetrate the faceplate.** came the analysis of her own ships computer. “As you wish” came Alissa’s response to Grace, though she did not fire as grace might have expected. Alissa dropped quickly into a crouch spinning with her right leg outstretched intending to take Grace’s feet from under her still moving with enhanced speed. As she did she holstered the weapon she had pulling free a baton in its place, the weapon extended crackling to life with the promise of an electric charge. Grace would hit the ground with a thud and shortly thereafter find Alissa’s knee on her chest with her other foot pinning the gun baring hand to the floor and a sparking stun baton held near her face. “Release the weapon” |
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 11 2013, 08:36 PM Post #82 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: I'll get to Jenosa's part in a while. Right now part of me really wants to focus on Lenna) "I wasn't assisting you. I was merely stating a fact," Lenna replied coldy to the alien before turning her attention to the confronted Grace and walked off. She said nothing else; didn't even bother to answer Twilight's question. Not even a remote interest in the thoughts she picked up from; she walked not just like someone with an objective, but, in fact, one who suddenly wanted to be 500 miles from Twilights. There was something...unsettling about being near him. "Do please forgive Lenna," came Ghelm's nervous, apologetic voice, having caught up with the ghost in a hurry, "her 'people skills' have gotten rather rusty. Past military training and all that. Also," he added in an exhuberant, joking manner, "she's psychic! Well, just really good at reading people, that's all." And while to most on-lookers Lenna showed a steely resolve, to Ghelm he saw a strong - if not sexy - woman suddenly wrapped in stubborness. That what was it. Stubborness. The sole reason she had leapt up and confronted Alissa was because she stubbornly refused to acknowledge her missing social skills. It was the one apsect of herself that, amongst all the internal, mental turbulance going on inside of her, that she clung to with distinct familiarity. Even brain panning couldn't get rid of it because it had such a prominant part of her life, sticking with her even as a ghost. He could see it - not, he could feel that as a fact in the back of his mind, like it had also been a part of his life as well. Strange. Even stranger was that she was silently making her way to the now pinned prison woman. She folded her arms as she spoke in a confident, yet distasteful tone, "I don't think stupid recklessnes is going to get you out this time; not like it had the other times, Grace. That's you're name isn't it, or rather one of your favorite aliases, no? Aside from," she spun her finger in the air for a moment as she thought, "Grey Fox, is it?" "I think, big shady guy," Ghelm muttered to Twilight, "that Lenna's trying to psyche that woman out." |
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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~ | Oct 12 2013, 02:21 PM Post #83 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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As the two women kept talking, the console locking the pod from the rest of the world brimmed to life. But - and this was the sticking point - the pod hadn't unlocked. Instead, four words Grace would probably be dreading flashed across the screen: [Access Denied. Code Required.] Perhaps, as Alissa and the civilian next to her (for whatever reason, Constantine couldn't find a record of her in the Claymore's crew roster) cornered their prey, the feeling of hopelessness at Grace's attempted escape would set in. And perhaps, he figured, annoyance at his face as his image appeared on the screen. ["Why hello there, 'Grace'. Funny that I should meet you here; what happened? Did Ragnar have need to transfer you elsewhere? Hmph. Ah well, it is not that your prison of the moment is of any consequence; so long as you are kept in a cage like you deserve. Oh worry not; Travis is aboard this vessel, but he has no clue you are here. Not yet, anyhow. And for now, it shall stay that way. Oh, but I am -sure- we shall have quite the heart-to-heart as we catch up, you and I."] His words hinted at animosity, the slight venom of his tongue hinted at every inflection and tone of his voice. Edited by Deadly Aim, Oct 12 2013, 02:26 PM.
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| ~The Boss~ | Oct 16 2013, 02:12 AM Post #84 |
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"One of those ain't an alias, sweetie," Grace said, casting a defiant sneer up at Lenna. "See if you can guess which one." Then the dropship came to life, all on it's own, and she was welcomed by one of the last faces she wanted to see: an image of an old, bearded man, issuing a pompous and disapproving lecture, much like the kind she'd had to endure for two solid weeks during her ride to prison. Constantine. Goddammit. Everything was falling apart here. Nothing was going according to plan. Not that it ever did. Not that Grace ever actually had a plan, per se, but it was still disconcerting to see things spiraling out of control so quickly and completely. But maybe, just maybe, there was a lifeline in there somewhere., if she played her hand just right. "Fine," she grumbled. Thumbing the safety on her pistol, she twirled the gun around so that she gripped it by the barrel as if she was about to pistol quip someone, but she did not release the weapon. "I'll talk to Travis Clark, no one else. You bring him here or bring me to him and I play nice. If not, then I make your lives difficult, and I am very good at making peoples' lives difficult, no matter how captured you've got me. Just ask the ol' Digital Limey there." Edited by The Boss, Oct 16 2013, 03:22 AM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Oct 16 2013, 08:08 AM Post #85 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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["Hmph."] Constantine furrowed his brows, unimpressed. ["If you have to, feel free to break her legs, Alissa. She's resisting. ["But I digress: I'm afraid Travis is busy at the moment, but... let me ask you something, Grace: have you even bothered to take stock of where you are before running off for the pods? You're in the middle of uncharted, unknown space, you fool. And before you ask, no; I don't know where we are, either."] Constantine folded his arms over his chest below view of the frame, still maintaining eye contact with Grace. ["You're only serving to make this worse for yourself by trying to resist. Comply, or I cannot guarantee that these two ladies will not tear you apart."] |
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| ~Alissa~ | Oct 18 2013, 01:28 PM Post #86 |
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Now Alissa knew who she was, up to this moment Alissa had assumed that grace was just another nameless and faceless prisoner, now she was the person who had killed a friend of hers. Miraculous resurrection notwithstanding, Grace just found herself classified as an enemy. Alissa moved slowly and deliberately watching Grace, her intention was to keep the woman pinned. To that end she shifted planting her foot in the center of Grace’s chest. She moved standing slowly before her weight shifted as she began lowering over the hand that still gripped the pistol before she reached down with her free hand. If she were to encounter any resistance in removing the weapon from Grace’s hand grace would receive a jolt from the baton, Alissa it seemed was not interested in having a conversation. Alissa pulled the weapon free and reversed it in her grip offering it grip first to Leena “if you wish to help make sure this is turned in with the other weapons from the prison ship, otherwise leave this hanger….your efforts have further agitated the situation” Alissa’s control locked down over her temper which she was not accustomed to having to deal with, how could she have such strong negative feelings about a person she had never met? Alissa moved her foot from Grace’s wrist and chest bending down and grabbing the wrist as she moved rolling grace to her stomach as she twisted the arm behind her back pulling a zip tie binding from her belt that she preferred to use and beginning to secure it. “you will not be speaking with Clark” she said coolly as she pulled the other wrist into the bindings “Clark does not know you are here and will not for some time” she stood reaching down and pulling Grace back to her feet walking her toward the line of prisoners “and if you complicate my day further I will throw you out an air lock” She approached the marine sergeant “this one in a cell by herself, the rest follow whatever protocol you wish. |
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| ~Twilight~ | Nov 1 2013, 07:48 PM Post #87 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Not too happy about the quality of this post, but I felt I should get something up in the meantime. "I wasn't assisting you. I was merely stating a fact." The female civilian replied to him, the way she said it was quite hostile which seemed to conflict with what she had said earlier, and made Twilight quite confused... Then she stormed off after Grace and the other woman who had taken charge of the situation. There was something about what she had said that bothered him, even with his imperfect understanding of the galactic standard language, how could what she had said be "fact"? It didn't make sense... Either she was able to perceive things that was beyond his own understanding, or she lied in a very odd way... Twilight took a more casual pose as he tried to figure out this new arrival, when the male who had come with her walked up to him. His words made her behavior a bit more believable, he had read about military service causing mental conditions within different species due to what they had experienced, but she did not appear as a mentally scarred individual, at least not the way he was, perhaps he just couldn't see it... Still, his joke about her being psychic seemed more an attempt to hide something by levity than as an actual joke, though that was more him being suspicious of this 'Lenna's' true nature than any real insight into Ghelm on Twilight's part. He'd keep this possibility in mind, but unless she proved a threat to the people on this ship he'd keep it to himself for the time being as it was just a theory anyway. "Don't worry, I'm not easily phased." Twilight responded, not looking away from the three women. He still couldn't figure out what Grace had been thinking when she began to run, he had to admit he respected her determination but it didn't seem to serve her well here, this Bounty Hunter practically reeked of frustration, it was possible she'd snap before long. Well, it wasn't really his problem, she had brought it upon herself. Twilight then turned to Ghelm, seemingly not noticing his previous sentence "Tell me, is the situation on this ship truly under control? That explosion seem to indicate otherwise, and while it's hard for me to be certain due to the residue left by it, it feels as if there are still energy being discharged." He asked, while it was clear he wanted a straight answer, he wasn't trying to be intimidating. "If more deaths can be prevented, then that should be our first priority." |
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| +CEMP+ | Nov 4 2013, 01:53 PM Post #88 |
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(OOC: Hope there enough for you to respond to here, Twilight) Jack Hensworth, Voree's trusted second-in-command, was getting an assement of the ship's current status. While engineering, and the ship's core itself, remained untouched, there were still other sections filled with combat. Although not as numerous with what they had in hanger 1, they still had quite a large number of Zerg 'pods' tear into and latch onto the ship's hull. But what was more disconcerting wasn't what Travis had reported, but the crew under his command were. Although they themselves had fought of several of the viscious alien, it was being noted with grim detail that some kind of alien growth was spreading throughout various sections of the ship's interiors. And the most troubling of all was how some of the crew discovered pulsating pods that were being guarded by these zerg viciously. Speaking with the Hyperion's second in command, Matt Horner, and one of their scientific advisors, Egon Stetmann, Hensworth was being given s a strict warning. And while they were completely strangers, these people of the Hyperion seemed good in character, and generally knew much more about these aliens than he did. And from what he was being told, he was on the verge of giving the exact orders he was extremely reluctant to give. ------- Lenna gladly took Grace's stolen handgun like it had been her own all along. It felt good to be gripping a firearm in her hands again, however simple it might be, for she had been walking this ship without a more direct means of defense for too long. True, she had brought a sidearm for her mission as well as her C10 rifle, but Ghelm had, at the time, openly convinced her not to bring it into the hanger in fear of arousing greater suspicion. And not having bothered to go back to grab it, she opted to secretly keep this one for now, in fear that anything unexpected could popped up; and she did so by inconspicuously stuffing it into her pocket as she turned away from Alissa, making it look as though she was actually taking the gun back to the it's owner. Considering what she could hear going on, and the fact that she still had a mission to achieve, she wanted to be prepared for anything. What she wasn't quite prepared for was Ghelm staring at her in rapt fascination as she approached him. Not in lust either - well, perhaps a bit - but just, well, to sum it with his own thoughts "What an intriguing woman she is." At this, she blinked in surprise, "What?" Ghelm made a face, as if trying to look for the right answer but couldn't. In the end, he simply replied, "Not bad." "Yes, people skills," Lenna asserted, confidently. "Rusty, but good," Ghelm said, slowly confirming with a thumbs up and a nod. Lenna hummed in self-satisfaction to this, feeling as though she had actually accomplished an objective of hers even though she was far from it. Her true objectives was to still escape from this ship with the Dominion's object of interest, and, if possible, execute Ghelm if she could without arousing suspiscious. She still considered him an enemy. And those opportunities might come soon with two events occured almost simultaneously. The first was a massive, metallic creaking noise resounding throughout the hanger, quickly followed by a dropship of terran design entering the hanger. One who's black hull and white skull insignia's were not unknown to her. Raynor's Raiders. And that's when the ship wide evacuation alarm kicked in. ------------- Moments before the alarm... Jenosa and Travis were in a deep fight with the strange zerg creature that, as Jenosa had coined, "Was only as half as tough as some of the monster she fought on Inos." And she did so as she straddled with one of it's own hair tendons from the back as she stood on top of its bug-like abdomen. And it certainly made the creature even more angrier. Now Jenosa felt what it was like to riding a bull bronco style. And since she was in it's blind spot, it had to rely on back up in order to get her off, but not before she caused it a great deal of pain by making those tendons burst into flame. With the ugly, dog-like alien creatures coming at her, she leapt with a flip over the creature's head, and landing the heal of her boot in it's face, ignited her burst jump jet. The effect brought about a sastisfying hiss as she greatly blinded the creature. And with Travis fending off it's reinforcements, things were looking up. Then it retreated strait into the floor, tearing apart the metal. There was little time for contemplation when the ship wide, metallic groan occured. -------------------- All hell had broken loose, and Hensworth was forced to order the evacuation. What was occuring across the ship the growth of organic material invading compartments on a large scale; like trees roots digging into asphalt and concret, only in fast forward motion. And what was worse, heavily comprimised areas were dripping with an alien, virulent compound, infecting and quickly transforming any human it touched. the crew had done a good deal to evacuate these areas and head to the nearest means of exit; either the escape pods or the airlock connection now established with the Hyperion. He knew the ship had now become a lost cause, for anyone staying aboard would be at risk of this zerg infestation, and it would only increase as the matter grew. It was an unfortunate loss, but right now, he concentrated in getting as much of his crew to safety as possible. ----------- The most of the soldiers, four to be exact, coming out of the dropship that had entered the hanger with all the prisoners were wearing bulky, heavy, blue armored industrial-like suits. The heavy suits themselves clearly operated on hydraulics for movement, while the larged, domed space helmets ontop clearly indicated there was a person inside and not a robot. All of them held very large and thick rifles that matched their industrial suits. Accompanying them were three other similarly dressed people. One was what looked to be medic, suited up in a similar armor to them, but white, with the usual medic insignias, a thick shield on his or her left arm and syringes on the right. Another one appeared MUCH more armored than anyone else, decked out in so much armor he looked like a tank; he, if he was a 'he', even lacked the same glass domed head in place for a complete metal one. And his armor being colored in flaming orange, he looked ready to cook with the twin plasma flamethrower on each wrister. And the last person, who appeared to be the leader of the group, had the same kind of armor as the four blue marines, but was instead color black, had skull covering his entire visor and what appeared a fossilized alien snake painted on his left shoulder. Lifting up his visor revealed an aged, friendly-faced man with a moderate amount of black facial hair. He spoke out in a safe assuring, western accented ordering tone, "If y'all are wondering about who we are and what we're doing here, well you can just confirm with the captain of this ship that we're here to help with evac. And evac pronto onto the big neiboring ship is what's gonna. 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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Nov 12 2013, 02:19 AM Post #89 |
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Native Son
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"Please," Grace said as Alissa manhandled her. "I need to talk to Travis. You don't understand, he can help me clear my name! You don't have to take me too him, just tell him I'm here. I promise you, he'll come looking for me, for better or worse." As she spoke, Grace's hands were already fiddling with the zip-tie on her wrists, testing it's tautness and probing for any sort of weak spot. Once again, it was pure instinct, as automatic to her as breathing. She barely even realized what she was doing. "Travis was the one who busted me," she went on. "But we go way, way back. I've known him since he was a kid! He may not like me very much, but I know he can help me." She looked over at Twilight, her eyes pleading with him for some kind of help, even though she knew there was no reason for him to give it to her. Still, she silently begged anyway. "Please," she said again to Alissa. "Just tell him that I'm here." |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Nov 12 2013, 12:05 PM Post #90 |
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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 ship groaned. "What was that...?" Travis said aloud between breaths, firing a burst into one of the serpentine creatures, separating its jaws from its skull and sending xeno brain every which way. ["TRAVIS! YOU NEED TO GET OUT!"] (What?) He thought to himself, tapping into the comms. "Constantine?" ["YOU AND JENOSA MUST LEAVE THAT AREA! QUICKLY! The ship... that organic growth, Travis, it's overgrowing the entirety of the ship's interior and... there is a secretion which is infecting anybody unprotected which it touches! If you two don't leave Med Block B, and -now-, you will be trapped - .... we're abandoning the ship as per Hensworth's directive, Travis. The Claymore is too far gone to save."] In his visor, Travis' eyes widened as a holographic diagram of the ship came up on the HUD, showing the steadily increasing... infestation of these zerg. That was the only word for it, really; infestation. So... their little expedition had been for almost nothing, after all. "Son of a... needless to say, but we need to get the hell out of here, Jenosa. The ship's being overtaken - we need to go." He stared down the fresh hole in the metal flooring, still astounded at the raw power of these Zerg; intelligent, adaptable and varied as they came, so it seemed. "Constantine, can you draw up a route for us?" ["I'll try to direct you past the infestation as much as I can, but you have to move, and quickly! I don't know how much longer it will be until you two can no longer escape!"] "Right," Travis grumbled, reloading his clip. "Let's go!" Edited by Deadly Aim, Nov 12 2013, 12:07 PM.
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