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Post by Ranger on May 3, 2004 18:01:20 GMT -5
Ranger doubled over in pain. The shot had found its mark. He looked down at N3B as he fell to his death and then suddenly found himself doing the same. The bullet had hit him in his lung but it was going to get the same effect no matter where it had hit pretty much. He hurtled down like an akward stone and saw a woman killed as N3B splattered into her. Ranger was to have much the same fate as he hit the man that was walking slightly behind her.
Ranger respawned in an office on the 20th floor. He began laughing to himself. Everyone loved to have the first kill. This time though the first kills had been to the sidewalk. He laughed harder at this. Well it was already shaping up to be a nice arena. He pulled out dual magsec4's and began making his way to the roof.
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Golden Magnum
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Post by Golden Magnum on May 3, 2004 20:25:43 GMT -5
As Golden Magnum was making his way toward the stairwell leading to the office, He heard some footsteps "Ahh, a fresh kill, ehh?" he said to himself as he stood next to the door with his LX ready. When the door open, a figure jumped out and sprayed MagSec fire all over the place "Sh*t! He found me!" Golden Magnum cursed as he fired 5 LX shots, all easily dodged. After, Magnum drew his Magsecs and fired rounds, 3 rounds hit Magnum and none hit his adversary.
Golden Magnum faced his adversary. It had turned out to be Ranger. "Long time no see!" Golden Magnum said "Too bad these aren't really good circumstances." he added. "Just because you are my ally doesn't mean I'll go easy on you." Ranger replied. Both of them reloaded their Magsecs and ran at eachother firing strafing to avoid shots. Soon, they enter an air stance similar to that in the begiing of the subway fight in the Matrix.
After, they hit the ground, all guns empty.
Ranger: You're empty Golden Magnum: So are you.
However, Golden Magnum's LX on the ground still had a round in it, so both of them ran and grabbed for the gun. They fought eachother brutally to obtain the LX. However, Golden Magnum managed to grab it and fire a shot into Ranger's head, killing him. "Nice try, friend" Golden Magnum replied.
OOC: I was kinda in a rush since I was typing this at 10:00PM on a school night and that something that isn't allowed where I live, so...
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Post by Ranger on May 3, 2004 22:52:19 GMT -5
Ranger respawned with a tingly feeling in his head. He had seen his old comrade on the way up and wasn't really into seeing him again real soon. Instead he began to make his way downward. He felt like paying that basement a visit. He had known since he arrived that Raven was on the ground floor and at a quick glance of the radar he still was. He seemed to be doing nothing in fact except just sitting around patiently bored. Ranger knew this only meant one thing for him. A hard trip down.
He pushed the call button on the elevator and waited for it to arrive. He knew he had Raven's attention now as he waited for the elevator. He saw it coming but he wasn't near that elevator anymore. He knew it was booby trapped already. He watched as it rose and searched it carefully until finally he saw it. A mine right in the top corner of the elevator. *Ding!* The elevator doors opened but the only thing that passed through was shrapnel as a magsec bullet peirced the mine. The elevator started falling messily down knocking out multiple walls on the way down.
Ranger had been so focused on his elevator shot though that he hadn't noticed the second door opening. This time the shrapnel hit him hard. He flew back and smashed into a desk. His spine felt like it had been trampled. He tumbled over ungracefully and landed face down charred and bloodied. He slowly made his way to his feet. It hurt a lot but he stood doubled over. He was going to need some time to recover or a respawn to carry out his plan now. He knew where he wanted to go but it just wasn't an option now.
He turned and made his way slowly for the stairs again. Both elevators were now out of comission and so was Ranger for the most part. He walked slowly up as his blood continued to stain his clothing. He slumped over unconcious on the stairs right before the door to Cassandra's Office level. The world went black and he waited for the pain to stop.
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Snake
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Post by Snake on May 4, 2004 4:11:38 GMT -5
Sorry, I can't make a detailed post right now. Will do later
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Post by Conqueror Worm on May 4, 2004 15:11:18 GMT -5
[ OOC: Well, chaps, caught me a bit by surprise with this. Nevertheless, I'll jump in momentarily. ]
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Post by Conqueror Worm on May 4, 2004 16:04:06 GMT -5
A small computer screen illuminated the large, damp chambers of a grief-driven ex-marine. He sat in a large, rust-covered steel chair. His eyes stay locked on the computer screen, a small shot glass resting in his grip. He quickly downed the contents and set the glass roughly down upon the coffee table to his right. His hand quivered a bit as it constantly did when he recalled the events of his family's murder. He didn't want or mean to, but it came to him as if it were a plague. It was constant; eating away at his state of mind and his will.
A message flashed across the screen in bright blue lettering, drawing the immediate attention of the man who sat alone in the darkness. His eyes trailed along the letters. Quickly, he stood up, spun on his heel, and trekked back into the eerie darkness that lay beyond the reach of the computer screen's light.
Moments later, Revenant stepped back into the light, clad in his usual black attire. The bulletproof vest that adorned his upper torso was equipped with a black harness that could easily carry the vast majority of his weaponry. Two shimmering Falcon 2's rested in holsters upon his hips. Above them, upon his ribcage, three clips for each of them were strapped to the vest. Around his right thigh, a tight black band held a large, glistening combat knife. The black army fatigues that were tucked into his combat boots were also holding various things. They weren't too important, however.
An AR34 hangs from a unique strap upon the backside of the vest. Clips for the rifle hang from the belt portion of the harness. After briefly glancing at the screen, Revenant turned and exited the room, ready for battle.
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Lucerne Tower stood, in most of its glory. The fact that a few windows were missing due to the hail of bullets and various explosions inside the place didn't help its glamor any. The large dD insignia upon the upper portion of the building made Revenant grin slightly.
"It's been a while, old friend.. It's been quite a while.."
With that, he made his way towards the building.
[ It was a lot larger.. But the bloody page didn't load, and thus the post was deleted. ]
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Post by Raven on May 4, 2004 16:23:18 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, that sucks. There's two ways to counter that:
1) Write it in Word first. Save it, then copy/paste. 2) Type it here, then copy it and press "post." That way, you can just press Ctrl+V and retry it. Either that, or combine it with #1. Of course, you probably knew this, so I just look like a (censored).
By the way, Ranger, I think I put the mines on the floor of the shaft. And, if you think about it, how would anyone have known that I put them there? I was the first one at the arena.
IC:
Crash! The unmistakeable sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the tower, and Raven stood up in a flash. As the metal and glass rained down on the lobby, Raven thought that he had killed at least one person. Checking his IR Scanner, he saw that many combatants had arrived, but only N3B was dead. The kill was credited to Ranger, though.
"Dammit," Raven said under his breath, and put his Falcons away. Now realizing that he was essentially trapped in the lobby and underground floors of Lucerne Tower; he had no way to continue in battle unless he made it to one of the upper floors.
Raven walked around the lobby, planning his next move. Then he noticed the door that would lead to the elevator down. It hit him then: if he could not get back up, his only option was to go lower. Hopefully there would be an abandoned project by dataDyne that would aid him in combat, or give him some sort of advantage in the arena. Either way, he could not stand sitting around doing nothing. Raven made his way to the elevator, and pressed the button. The door closed, and Raven felt somewhat anxious for whatever he could find on the lower levels.
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Post by Ranger on May 4, 2004 17:56:58 GMT -5
I have radar that tells me where you are and if you haven't been fighting it means you prolly been sitting around. Since we are all on the upper levels that means there must be a reason for you to be sitting around. At first glance of the elevator you would notice no dragon so it has to be a mine. I never said I knew where it was I looked for it. I also didn't se how you could put it at the base of the elevator that was my mistake. At any rate I still took damage and am waiting to be abruptly shot in the head or something. Also I didn't kill N3B lol the sidewalk did mwahahaha. As N3B said to me in an IM Sidewalk:2 PDBA:0 Even though now its PDBA:1
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Post by N3B on May 4, 2004 17:58:25 GMT -5
like the green link?
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Post by Draxas on May 4, 2004 21:01:10 GMT -5
Draxas was once again aboard the now-familiar Institute jumpship, armed to the teeth for close combat and on his way to Lucerne Tower. He too had received the cryptic message, and had seen Raven leave shortly after. He had a hunch he was headed towards an arena, but of what sort he had no idea. He was prepared for anything, though.
His DMCs hung from their places at his sides, as he polished Heavenshard according to his custom. A Laptop Gun sat on the bench beside him, folded into its innocuous PC form. He figured the Sniper Rifle would be a waste in such close quarters as an office building. He was also sure to bring his full complement of Knives and N-Bombs, his ubiquitous Falcon 2s were stowed in his belt holsters, and as always, his full suite of weapons he had carried across the dimensions were stowed in their various and sundry places in his combat vest pockets and elsewhere. He finished polishing his blade, held it vertical so it shone in the light as he completed his battle mantra, and sheathed the glowing blue sword. He was ready.
Even as he finished his preparations, the co-pilot called back to him, "We'll be arriving at the Tower Helipad in 30 seconds. Good luck, sir." Draxas stood, and glanced out the small window on the side of the jumpship as they approached the tower. Suddenly, the pilot shouted, "Whoa!" and the craft jerked to a stop, nearly sending Draxas slamming facefirst into the floor if he hadn't grabbed for one of the safety handles on the doorframe in time.
"What the devil just happened? You guys nearly gave me a concussion back here!" Draxas shouted to the cockpit.
"Sorry sir," called the pilot. "But an explosion just blew out one of the upper floors as we were approaching... And you might want to come up and see this."
Draxas released his grip on the handle, and made his way up to the cockpit, just in time to see two figures exchanging gunfire in the now destroyed window. As he watched, first one fighter, and then the other, toppled out of the side of the building, plummeting towards the pavement over 30 stories below. Yeah, it's an arena all right, Draxas thought to himself, as the jumpship pilots watched in stunned silence.
Finally, the pilot spoke once more. "D-do you w-want me to take th-the ship up t-to the helipad, s-sir?" he muttered, stuttering and visibly shaking in his chair. Draxas realized that the man had probably never seen real combat before, and had only logged simulator time and courier runs, which he likely expected this to also be one of, until today.
"No, forget the helipad," said Draxas, "Just drop me off a couple of blocks away from the tower, and you guys can go home. Just make sure someone keeps a comm channel open."
"Th-thank you, sir," stuttered the pilot, as he turned the craft around.
In truth, Draxas would have liked to have been dropped on the helipad, as the front door was likely to be heavily fortified by now. But even as he had told the pilot to turn around, he spied a winged silhouette atop one of the ventilation towers on the roof, just barely illuminated by the enormous, glowing "dD" sign. There were only a few people that outline could belong to, and he wasn't in the mood to hit the ground running against any of them. Not yet, anyway...
Better to take my chances with the front door, than walk directly into a trap.
Five minutes later, the jumpship had sped off, back to the Institute, and Draxas stood before the imposing glass doors that led to the lobby of the Tower. The front desk seemed completely abandoned, but he knew there was a good possibility that was not the case. As he placed a hand on the door to enter the building, he was interrupted by a ping from his communicator in his ear. He tuned the signal in, and received the message that this was to be a Classic Combat arena, with no teams allowed. Great, that makes half of my gear dead weight... he thought. But at least I'm not going to be double and triple-teamed this time around.
Draxas placed his hand on the door, and had just started to apply pressure to open it again, when an explosion boomed out, rattling the doors and windows around him. Moments later, one of the glass-walled lobby elevators came crashing down, cable severed, sending splinters of razor sharp glass flying in all directions as it impacted into the floor. Mere moments later, the second elevator did the same, this time impacting hard enough and sending out enough flying debris to shatter the waist-high glass barrier that protected people from falling off of the overlook above the lobby. Finally, when the dust had cleared, and he had experimentally placed his hand on the door several times to ensure that nothing else was going to interrupt him, he pushed the front door open, and entered the building.
Unsurprisingly, the lobby was a complete mess. The wreckage of the elevators tilted crazily from their usual paths, as the glass lined elevator shafts were now just so much sharp broken material lying on the lobby floor. In fact, there was broken glass everywhere, and Draxas was glad his shoes had strong soles. As he crunched over to the reception desk across the shards, he activated his R-Tracker to locate his opponents.
Most of the signals were far above his location, so many stories up that they were only faint glowing ghosts of signals in the display. Only one signal was on the same level as he was, and even as he watched, it began to descend rapidly, and Draxas could only assume that whoever it was had taken the basement elevator. He rounded the corner of the desk, and sighed, as he would apparently have to wait for some time before any action would come his way...
Behind the desk, he was surprised to find a pair of CMP150s, racked up for easy access by security personell. He removed them both, and found that the clips were full, which made some sense at least. He clipped one to the left side of his hip, just behind his DMC. The other he hung on to for a moment, as he accessed his forearm compartment and disconnected his Ingalls from the mechadendrites. He stowed the unusable weapon in a vest pocket, and connected the other CMP to the system. He was surprised and pleased that nearly immediately, a new display sprang up on his HUD:
[glow=green,2,300]CMP150
Condition Green Follow Lock-On Enabled 32/32 Ammunition Remaining[/glow]
He retracted the weapon back inside his forearm, suddenly quite impressed with dataDyne's scientific prowess.
Glancing back at the display for his R-Tracker, he saw that whoever had accessed the basement has wandered quite a distance away from the elevator. The signals above him, by contrast, had hardly moved at all. He made up his mind, and moved into the side room, tapping the call button for the basement elevator. Whoever had wandered down there, he would come face to face with them soon enough...
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Post by niff on May 5, 2004 0:06:44 GMT -5
OOC: Just say I arrived.. lol.
Lucerne tower, the top floor battered and smashed, stood still on the still city air. Across the sky, an occasional hovercar shot across, disturbing the silence for only a moment or so. All of a sudden, Zero shot into view. It's radiating engines left a blurry mark in the air, speeding towards the helipad. The sliding door on the side of the jumpship opened. A pale head peeked out, white hair swishing in the air. Niff leapt out, coat fluttering slightly, his leg augmentations letting him land safely in the centre of the H. Zero came closer, hovering crookedly above Niff. Zaber leapt out, and stood beside his master. Niff checked his holster. "Combat knife.. check. three fifty seven.. check. Extra rounds?" Niff checked his coat pocket. Around eighty or so small .357 calibre rounds clinked softly in the lined pocket. He closed his jacket and withdrew the silver .357. "'Spose it's time to try you out again, huh? Ok, let's go." Niff activated his leg augmentation once again. He stepped back slightly from the door, legs pounding with newfound energy flowing through the artificial tubes linking the nanites to the muscle links. Quickly, he dashed forwards. Leaping into the air, he sent his foot flying into the centre of the door. It buckled and flew off, smashing against the wall across from it. "Well, I've made my entrance.. now to fight." He raised his hands, magnum clenched in a tight grip, ready to fight.
OOC: NIFF'S QUICK LESSON ON CALIBRES
The measurement of a calibre is how WIDE the bullet is in decimals of inches. .357 is a tiny bullet, only a medium calibre. 9mm, converted into inches, isn't much difference between the magnum calibre. If you noticed in the DY357 description in PD, it says the most powerful handgun is .357. WRONG! The most powerful calibre or bullet in the whole world is a .644 black powder hardballer BT variant of the DEagle .50AE calibre, which was banned in most countries for it's volatile load. The most powerful rifle I suppose, is the Barett M82A1, which fire's a $10-per-round .50 bullet, that can pierce through 3 solid concrete walls easily. As you can see, most rifles aren't too powerful compared to that. Kalashikovs, Dragunovs, most HK assault and sniper rifles use 7.62x51mm rounds, which are .308, the standard for fully-automatic rifles.
Why did I point that out? Because I'm weird.
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Post by Ranger on May 5, 2004 3:08:44 GMT -5
OOC:I have the really tiny mid-bullet gun with only .22 stinger bullets. At any rate *Smacks Niff obscenely for ignoring his pleads of death*
IC:Ranger woke in a small pool of his own blood. He barely had anything at all keeping him alive. He would shoot himself but he didn't really feel like it. Standing akwardly again he shuffled to the door and opened it. Stepping out he made his way to one of the desks and sat hunched over gun in hand waiting.
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Snake
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Post by Snake on May 5, 2004 4:54:24 GMT -5
IC:
Snake used his ahility to leapt from a vent he found on one of the upper floors onto a desk, crushing a computer. He asn't hevey, but it was his boots that weighed him down sufficiantly.
He had heard the crash, would have been deaf if he didn't. But strange crashes were a common occurance in the PDBA, he knew that. He opened the door of the office and drew his DMC. He put his back to the wall and peered around at the elevator shaft. The lifts had been decimated, something had happened.
As he entered the stairwell, he heard a muffled crash above him. He proceeded silently up the stairs. When he got to the grill door separating the stairwell from the topmost floor. He saw his friend Niff coming, Magnums in hand, down the catwalk. He stepped out.
OOC: *snore*
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Post by Raven on May 5, 2004 14:02:46 GMT -5
Raven continued down the hallway, following a cleaner bot that just happened to pass in front of him as he exited from the elevator. The bot hummed for a while as he followed it lazily, bored and not looking for anything in particular.
Just then a door opened beside him, and the bot whirred into the wall. Raven's attention was grabbed by this and stared intently. Into the wall? he thought. Raven inspected further, and saw that the wall had opened up to allow the bot access. Not knowing how long it would remain open, Raven ran through, still following the bot. Sure enough, the door slammed shut just after Raven had made it through, the wind causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up.
At this point, Raven abandoned the bot and went over to a small landing. He looked down and saw a computer panel down there. Curious, he jumped over the glass banister and landed on the bottom floor with a thud. Raven walked over to the computer.
[shadow=red,left,300]CleanBot v2.3.1 - Control Panel Touch screen to continue.[/shadow]
Raven looked over and saw yet another cleaner bot on the floor next to him. He reprogrammed the bot to travel throughout the floor rather than its designated path. Before he turned it on, he placed yet another Proximity Mine onto the back of it. Sentient Remote Mines, Raven thought. Well, close enough. He went over to another panel and activated the robot. It whirred off through the door, Raven making sure to stay far enough away from it to activate the trap he had set.
At this point, Raven became suspicious. He opened his R-Tracker and saw that indeed someone had followed him down here, but was examining the other areas of the underground lab. Raven put away the R-Tracker and turned on the X-Ray function on his glasses. The other members could not be seen from many dozen feet below the earth, but one was visible: the form was similar to his, but half of his body was not human, but mechanical.
"Draxas," Raven muttered to himself. He smiled. "First in the basement of the Villa, now in the basement of dataDyne. We shall fight soon enough. I will keep my promise -- fight with honor, and expect only that in return." And with that, Raven left the sub-basement, Falcons out and in pursuit of his prey. The hunt was on.
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Post by Merlin 2592 on May 5, 2004 15:46:37 GMT -5
MerlinsBlade swooped in, "Merlin Classic Combat has started" he checked the rule's for special one's. No Alliance's. Merlin swore and called up SyxPac.
SyxPac: Hello, who is this.
Merlin: It's Merlin.
Merlin told SyxPac the story.
Syxpac swore this time.
Merlin, it was good talking to you, SyxPac had said just before he jumped to the heli-pad.
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