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Post by N3B on Apr 21, 2004 19:02:02 GMT -5
As N3B walked down the steel, cramped halls of the Pelagic II, the ground shifted, dropping quite heavily forward. A violent jerk flung him to the ground on his knees, where he then sprawled out on the floor, pinning his hands and feet to two opposite walls in the hallway to keep him from slinding down the floor and smashing into the door at the end of the hall.
There was a load groaning noise from the hull of the ship. It rang about for a few seconds, and then was followed by a loud crashing noise. The lone warrior brought his knees to the floor, and stood, grabbing hold of a random construct secured to the cieling. He had to lean backward to keep his balance straight.
He twisted his head to look back, or rather, up the ship. There was a small trickle of water sneaking through a small crack in the hull, which steadily ran down to N3B, and past him, collecting at the closed door at the bottom. He let go of the cieling and looked about his location. The water continued to seep in, steadily getting thicker at his boots. Fortunatel, the rate of intake was rediculously slow, slow enough that he'd have time to get to another room and seal the door.
He looked down the hall and found an open door near the bottom. He grabbed hold of the cieling, and began climbing his way down as if it were a monkey bar set. He was sure to keep his feet out of the water, knowing that water in boots can cause serious irritation to the skin, which is not good for fighting.
When he reached the door, he swung a little, and then thrust his legs forward, and dropped off the pipings into the adjacent room. He turned, and closed the door behind him, sealing it shut. He turned into the room, and couldn't find much places to go. There were two doors down the hall, one on the left, and one on the right. He tried opening the door on the right, but it was locked. He grunted a grunt of dissatisfaction, and then turned to try the door on the left.
The instant he put his hand on the door, there was another violent crash from the top of the ship, which cast him on his back, slamming into the door behind him. The RC-P120 he has holstered on his back dug sharply into his back through the padded armour and left a serious muscle bruise which he felt quite solidly as he lay on the door.
A few seconds later, he managed to roll onto his front side, and then bring himself to a standing position. Hr turned his head and looked out the open window to the hallway. He for sure wasn't getting out that way. The water had risen above the door's window. The crash had likely blown the hole larger, and the water was just gushing in at this point.
Sighing, he turned, and tried to open the only door left, but it wouldn't open. He kicked it with the sole of his foot; it didn't sound locked, but something was keeping it from opening. He was stuck, stuck with no way out.
He took a seat, propping himself up against the wall, removing Uriziel from his back and placing it to his side so that he could actually sit without the tip of the blade keeping him up. A minute later, he took a magnum from his hip holster, the very one he had cleaned tne minutes ago, and shot himself in the head.
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Post by NeoPhife on Apr 21, 2004 19:44:12 GMT -5
A small noise entices Phife to activate the X-Ray function of his occulars. As the surrounding malachite green tissues that complete the walls blend into the prime additive colors, Phife notices a humanoid figure approaching ever slow closely to the end of a corridor. It would probably take ten seconds at the person's pace to turn the corner and spot Phife. Taking the matter seriously, Phife unclips another grenade and pulls the pin. With a sharp sidehand lob, the grenade flies towards the wall near the corner, intending to bounce off and fry the human into oblivion.
Against Phife's expectations, the grenade sticks into the "wall." Phife watches in curiousity as the live frag is absorbed by the membranous barrier near the target. The frag disappears into the wall with a disgusting slither. The resulting sound contrasts to the large rumblnig noise and quake. Upon the disturbance, Phife readies his magnums, for his element of surprise has been spoiled.
Draxas strafes around the bend and opens fire with SMG's akimbo. Phife strafes in the same direction as he is chased by the loathsome 9mm's that previously rendered him helpless. Phife leaps sideways, plants his feet onto the side of the tunnel, and springs off of it. His quick action prevents not only him from becoming Swiss cheese, but from being a victim of Cetan phagocide. The bullets fly under Phife and are all absorbed into the membranes. Landing straight on his feet this time, Phife twirls his magnums and opens fire. Draxas rolls rightwards and dashes forward, dropping the twin DMC's and unsheathing a blade that reflects the light of the muzzle flashes. Seeing the approaching attack, Phife backpedals and maintains fire. Some of the bullets are dodged, while a few are skillfully deflected by the blade. Phife rolls backwards to avoid a horizontal shorthand that nearly breaks the fabric of his full-body suit.
Phife prepares to fire the last two .357's from the magnums when Draxas fakes a vertical slice and performs a swift, low leg sweep. The legendary gunman falls on his back with a soft thud muffled by the non-living part of the walkway. Draxas quickly flips his sword to point to the ground and slices downwards, expecting Phife to roll backwards. Instead, Phife tumbles forward and knocks Draxas backwards. Seeing how Draxas is now the one that is prone, Phife points his magnums down to Draxas.
Click.
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Phife holds back the urge to slap himself ten times over. He should have checked the cylinders before he brought his silvers into action once mor. With Draxas recovering, Phife dashes backwards and jumps into a liquid-like portal. Draxas immediately follows, knowing that Phife would not have enough time to reload even one of the DY-357's. As he enters the teleport, Phife comes into a view with a smirk on his face and a live frag in his left hand. Draxas flips back, and before he teleports away, he sees the grenade clatter to the ground near him amd Phife pulling another object from his belt. Draxas reappears in the previous tunnel.
A huge gasp escapes from Draxas' throat as another fragmentation grenade comes into view. Before Draxas can backpedal, the grenade makes its way to the ground below the unfortunate man.
Phife enters the original tunnel again to see a bionic arm twitching next to Draxa's incomplete head. It almost looks like the arm is trying to grab the poor guy's mug. With his first kill of the day, Phife scratches his neck. "Damn, I could use one of those Pina Coladas right now . . ."
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Post by Notesurfer on Apr 22, 2004 5:27:30 GMT -5
OOC: *resists urge to censor the new swear words* Now, nobody get mad at me, I have it straight from Niff that he wants to die by his own hand. So he will. IC: Notesurfer respawned next to Niff, who was sleeping peacefully. Gently Notesurfer attempted to shake him awake. “Niff” he said softly. “Niff, wake up.” His voice a little louder, he tried again. No use. Niff was out cold, and probably would be for a while longer. There was only one method left. Reaching to his side, he de-sorbed a DY357 Magnum he had prepared just for this reason. Aiming it at a small dot next to the sleeping cyborg's head, he fired. KABLAM!!!chink chink chink thunk GIRLY SCREAM!!! punch punch laugh. Those were the sounds heard by Phife as he strolled through the attack ship searching for a victim. Quickly he stole into a darkened corner and watched as the two comrades walked past. The blue cyborg was commenting on how fabulous the man's “human disguise” was. Somewhat sarcastically Phife ascertained. Phife watched as the blue one tossed down all his weaponry and turned to face the blonde. Phife shook his head in puzzlement. His eye-sensors must have malfunctioned, for some reason he had seen the man shimmer. And yet when he looked back it was still there. The tall man with the stringy white-blonde hair was shrinking, his hair was being pulled up towards his head, and his large cloak, cape, and leather boots were all being sucked into the man, who was now a boy. Much like the grenade had been sucked into the side of the ship. Truly this must be Notesurfer . . . and the other one must be either Niff or Snake . . . Phife guessed it was Niff, since his files on Snake indicated that he was indeed completely human. The two laughed and grinned as Notesurfer (now in what Phife realized must be his “real” form) bowed to Niff, who did likewise. They then began to land punches on each other, and it became obvious that Niff had challenged the young boy's physical prowess. It also became obvious that this was a mistake. Despite the cyborgs cybernetic enhancements, this boy was not only gaining on him, but it appeared that his victory was certain. Certainly Notesurfer was making mocking comments in that area. Phife watched as Niff was pushed backwards up against a non-living section of the wall towards the end of the corridor. Phife flinched unexpectedly when Notesurfer ripped Niff's hand completely off. The boy rested his hand on Niff's wounded arm, and Niff smiled. Apparently, this whole thing had been discussed beforehand as to Niff's method of death, and now that he felt no pain in his arm he was free to laugh at the incidence. Equally unexpectedly, Notesurfer shoved Niff's dismembered hand up against the latter's throat. Undoubtedly Niff would have turned blue in the face as he suffocated to death . . . but he was already bluer than the ocean itself. That, and Phife was preparing his Magnums. When Notesurfer turned around from the slumped down figure of Niff, he was confronted by Phife's face. “So, the hand-to-hand combat master meets the legendary gunman.” He observed. “But who will win? That is a question that may never be answered . . . unless you feel up to a challenge.” Phife was no fool, but he knew that if he had not just viewed this fight he would have underestimated the boy. But now that he had viewed Notesurfer's battle and fighting techniques, there was no chance of failure. Or was there . . .
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Post by NeoPhife on Apr 22, 2004 16:19:07 GMT -5
Phife glances at his own revolvers and frowns slightly. "That's the problem with my kind," Phife responded. "Us gunmen are rendered obsolete in this new era of combat. The power now lies in people that master short-ranged combat and stealth."
Phife's frown recedes as his focus is completely on Notesurfer. "We don't have the advantage of the latter, so I have no further choice."
Notesurfer's eyebrows shift a tad. "Are you certain you are in the right state of mind?"
"Perhaps," Phife utters as he initiates the combat with a low sweep.
Notesurfer grins as he easily leaps above the leg and kicks Phife's left shoulder midair. Phife falls back a couple of feet from the heavy blow and tumbles onto his stomach. Glancing up for a split second, Phife rolls to his left to avoid a nasty baseball slide in the face. Rolling up to a ready position, Phife swings his left arm to divert a hefty right jab from Notesurfer that would have knocked Phife's head off accoding to his observations. Phife follows suit with a right haymaker, aiming for Notesurfer's face. Notesurfer turns his face in the direction of the puch to lessen the impact, but Notesurfer twists around upon the landing of the blow.
Phife flips his right revolver out of the leather holster and lets the hammer fall down. The dark tunnel lights up like a California blaze as a .357 slug flies in the direction of Notesurfer. He already is ducked down and jumps forward. Phife shorthands the revolver to club Notesurfer out of the air. With his might, Notesurfer spinkicks the revolver out of Phife's hand and it clatters on the padded walkway.
"You have changed, Phife," Notesurfer observes as he recoils into a ready position. "You were never the type for a melee encounter."
"I don't let weaknesses get in my way," Phife assures, "I get rid of them. Let's just say I learned a few tricks during my 'sabattical' in Japan."
Phife has already analyzed the situation. Notesurfer, in his childish form, is much shorter than Phife. Not only would most blows to the temples and neck be impossible in his normal stance, but Notesurfer is prepared for low attacks and defends well against them. The gunman knows now what to do, and unlike last time, he would not need the extra leverage.
Phife grabs the other magnum off-hand and fires towards Notesurfer again. Notesurfer charges forward, disappointed that Phife is doing exactly what he attempted just a couple of seconds earlier. He is about to leap up at Phife when he sees a right hand clutching a live hand grenade. Phife closes his eyes as he lets the grenade clatter to his feet. Notesurfer flips backwards to avoid what appears to be a lemming kill.
His prediction is well off target.
As the explosion lights up the dark passages longer than before, the flames reach a meniscus of five inches away from Notesurfer's body before quelching. Notesurfer knows that the danger has not passed, but it is too late. Phife is in the air over Notesurfer with a wicked grin, already diving like a hawk. The hand reaches out for his intended prey.
Unlike his last attempt, Phife minds no worry towards any retaliation.
Phife grasps Notesurfer's head in midair while upside-down and spins around with heightened dexterity. Phife holds on as he shoves off of Notesurfer's body, uprights, and lands his feet on the ground into a standing position. The viscera from Notesurfer's body gushes out of the neck like a geyser and with a sickening squishing sound. With his left hand, Phife lets the magnum clutter to the ground. With his right, Phife lets Notesurfer's head and spine clutter to the ground.
"Someone call Amber Alert. Your lost child's body has been located."
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Post by Draxas on Apr 22, 2004 17:39:41 GMT -5
Draxas respawned on the bridge of the Cetan ship, still shaking his head to try to clear the ringing in his ears. Cripes, did that ever HURT, thought Draxas. He had been reaching up to shield his face from the blast, and it had hit him full on in the chest anyway. His last few moments of conciousness in life during his last encounter had been pure pain. He had felt the shrapnel rip away a good portion of his head before he died, and it was not pleasant in the least...
"What's HIS problem?" Draxas voiced aloud. It was the second time in a very short while he had been royally messed up by Phife. He had hardly even heard of the man before this, and had only read reports in the Institute. He was a member of a team that didn't exist, he had vanished without a trace some time ago, everything he knew about him made him seem even stranger.
Remembering that he could be ambushed at any time, Draxas activated his R-Tracker once again. This time, there were two signals, both a short distance away. Even as he watched, however, one of them vanished from the display. Another victim claimed... At least it wasn't me for a change. Having a brief reprieve from the action, Draxas turned to examine the bridge of the mighty vessel he was aboard.
There were two main connection points into the room, both ending in bizarre organic doors. Between the two was another of the strange, rippling transporters, just like the one he had caom across during his last bout with Phife. He turned slowly around, and was confronted with what had to be the main power source for the ship. Apparently Cetan organic engineering dictated that the engine room and the bridge were adjacant... Draxas couldn't understand the logic behind that decision. However below that were the main ship controls. Jackpot! thought Draxas, as he connected to the ship's systems using his Data Uplink.
Before long, he knew his opponents would get a lovely surprise... One they had seen before. He activated the automatic guns inside the ship, and altered the personnell database to include himself only. As an extra measure, he clipped a proximity N-Bomb to the bottom of the console. Satisfied, he jumped therough the transporter to parts unknown...
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Post by N3B on Apr 22, 2004 22:38:41 GMT -5
N3B stood, rather, was placed, in a wierd room of the ship. It was something not human-made, seemed rather foreign. After acknowledging this, he fell over, landing solidly on his side on the metal plating of the floor. The respawn system had glitched, and placed him on his head, rather than on his feet in the new location. Cursing under his breath, he got back up, and scoped the room.
It was of a green tint, with a strange pattern and texture to it. When he touched it, it seemed almost to recoil against his gloved hand and vibrate. Startled at this oddity, he pulled his hand back, and awed at the structure. It wasn't something he was familiar with.
He looked around, and found several little room, connected by ramps and unlit passageways. He took a random path, and came to a room which had no exit. Sighing, and hoping he wasn't stuck in another dead end place, he turned back, and took another path. Again, this ended in a dead end. He returned to the original room, and went to the only other corridor. At the end, there was no door. However, there was something unusual that caught his eye. A green canister lay attached to the floor in a corner of the room.
Eye-ing it, he knelt down to examine it. He placed his hands around it and felt for a button or switch of some sort to activate it, but couldn't find one. He stood, and examined it a while longer. After a moment, he had come up with a hypothesis. He took his revolver, pulled the hammer back, and sent a powerful bullet into the device. A loud "fwish" sound emanated from a distance from his right. He was correct. These had been explained in mission logs from Agent Dark at the CI, one of the things he did when he was tired of the holo training and firing range on CISOD missions.
He headed back down the right corridor to his first hallway, and found a newly opened door. He stepped through into a new area, which was scarcely lit. He turned left, and went up a ramp. He looked around and decided to go to his right. He walked a ways before unhooking his ZZT from his thigh-holster and setting it in his right hand. He didn't feel the need to be careful of where he was going, or of who was around. He surely would be able to hear anyone who would get near and be ready then.
He came to a large, metal door. Wonderly looking at it, he activated it, and came to another large metal door a few feet past it. He opened it, and was opened up into a large, dirt room with puddles of water spread out around the room. On the far left, there was another metal construct as the doors he had just passed through. Wanting to get back to fairly human terrain, he headed that way, and opened it and walked through.
He was now in a large tunnel with thick syntheticly produced, clear walls. He looked out and saw a strange assortment of deap sea plant-life growing, with a few decent-sized fish fighting over a smaller stingray. On the ocean floor, he saw something unusual that really shouldn't be there. All he could see was that it was yellow, with a few holes in it.
He continued to oggle the vast aray of life he had not ever had contact with, until he realized that the door had never automatically shut behind him. Rather then turning to check this, he continued to gaze into the water, until he was sure of what was happening.
He dropped to one knee, and kicked off the angled glass wall of the hall and rolled across the floor, firing bullets from the barrel of his ZZT towards the door through which he had come. Upon comming to the other wall, he stuck his leg out to stop movement and quickly stood again, observing what had happened.
An android-esque figure stood inside the room, with the door now closed, bullet holes placed nicely in the steel of the door. He held a magnum, which he had pointed straight at N3B. It was someone of whom he had encountered before, but not in a very long, long time.
N3B kept his ZZT in his hand, angled to the floor, trying to avoid setting of his opponent's reactions and avoid taking a shot. "So, you're the one causing all the commotion lately," N3B said nonchalantly through the voice box of his helmet. Slowly, he flipped the visor up as to see more clearly the opponent he was fighting.
"I guess so," Phife said, his arm still parallel to the ground. Nothing more was said.
[music]http://www.angelfire.com/alt2/n3b/images/opening.mid[/music] . They kept a firm watch on each other, neither wanting to make the first move. All was silent, except for the groaning of the ship. It rattled about the corridor rather errily as the two stood each other off. Phife's magnum was still pointed at N3B, who showed no intentions of moving. Phife brought his finger back, and quickly fired a shot at his target. A milisecond later, a loud clang rang from the glass wall.
N3B had stepped to the side, and was already burst-firing ZZT shells at Phife. He would fire 2-4 shots and watch his movements, and lead another shot off. He tried to remain as accurate as possible, knowing that ammo was very precious. He had gotten about 5 pulls of the trigger until Phife had caught him in a strange situation. Phife had managed to duck down and jump into the air and do a summersault, landing on his feet a bit behind N3B.
Turning, he was caught by a barrel in the face, which was then left smoking, still in the same position. N3B had, with perfect timing, dropped to the floor, letting his sub-machine gun drop to the floor and land on the open palms of his gloved hands. simultaneously with his fal, he kicked up at Phife and caught him in the stomach. He brought his hands to his stomach in a lame attempt to dull the sudden pain and stepped back, alarmed at the action N3B had pulled off. N3B stood, kicking his ZZT back against the door behind him, not having time to stow it, but wanted it out of the battle area.
He pulled a magnum from his hip and fired 2 shots at Phife, who had gotten control of himself slightly, enough to step to the side a little, and manage to only catch one bullet in the mechanical bicep of his arm. Trying not to feel the pain, he brought his other magnum up and fired wildly at N3B, who didn't have much area in which to dodge. Trying not to dodge each shot, he simply knelt forward, and kicked off of the ground, charging straight at phife's legs.
With his arms out, he grabbed hold of them, and knocked him down. Phife's magnum slid out of his hands, the other still in his holster. Quickly taking action, N3B took the other magnum from Phife's body and threw it back with his ZZT, rendering him almost completely null of weaponry.
Stepping back, N3B checked his magnum, and had 2 shots left. He angled it at Phife's chest and fired the two shots, both of which had missed, as phife rolled out of the way, and was on his feet a few feet to the right. He had managed to get the AR34 from his back during the short time, and was already aiming for N3B. he held the handle in one hand, and steadied the barrel with the other. In an instant, he unleashed death waves into the corridor. With no warning or forsight, N3B was already cloaked, and nowhere to be seen.
Phife could tell he had managed to miss, since there was no pooling blood where his opponent stood, nor any sign of floating blood walking around. He released fire of the AR34, and at that point, N3B revealed himself, standing in the same spot that 30 rounds of bullet-fire had just been. Amazed, Phife dropped the now empty AR34 for his Falcon 2.
In a flash, the two were in the air. N3B did a flip which brought him upside down, spinning as he went. Phife was simply leaping, trying to get over him and fire a simple shot down and catch N3B in the back. Once they were in this situation with Phife directly over N3B's back as he continued the rotations of the flip, Phife fired a few shots from the Falcon 2. With a quick under-side swipe, Uriziel cut straight through Phife's hip, diagonally slicing up to his armpit.
N3B landed on his feet, facing back in the direction he had stood prior to his attack. On the floor before him was Phife, in two pieces with a Falcon 2, cold in his hands. He checked his own body, finding one bullet-hole in the leather backing of his suit. Luckily, the leather managed to catch the bullets, and bounce them off. Had Phife still had his magnum, the much more powerful shot would have rendered him dead.
Collecting his gear, he continued on down the hallway, leaving Phife's pieces behind him.
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Post by NeoPhife on Apr 24, 2004 13:16:23 GMT -5
Phife respawns near the elevator chamber in the entrance of the Cetan Megaweapon. The only problem is: Phife respawned fifteen feet off of the ground.
THUD. "OW!"
The gunman rolls over on his back with a sour cringe on his face. Not only did he get slashed clean in half, but the respawn malfunctioned to add more insult than injury. Phife wipes his face and climbs his way back up to his feet. In review, Phife looks at his setup and frowns. This is not going to work out, Phife observes. Everyone here is armed with some melee weapon and I'm resorted to using my mags as a club or only my fists. Those are not going to beat sharp, cold steel by a longshot.
Phife then remembers about Grievis. It still must be hovering around where the Pelagic II was afloat. It has some of his weapons stored in its compatments, so Phife can reequip for the situation. Activating his R-Tracker, Phife sees the faint reading of the vehicle's circular path. Using the transmitter, Phife recalls the hoverbike to dive towards his location. Seeing that it would take minutes for his ride to descend and come down on the elevator, Phife sits back on the wall and takes out both of his magnums. Checking the ammo inside the chambers, Phife sits with his magnums pointed at the first bulkhead door waiting for anybody that may attempt to attack him during the wait.
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Post by Notesurfer on Apr 26, 2004 12:15:25 GMT -5
Phife waited uncomfortably. He needed his other weapons, and he needed them now. What was taking so long? Opening the elevator shaft doors, he gazed upward. There was the elevator, most certainly. Inside that elevator must be his hoverbike. So why wasn't it moving? Switching to X-ray vision, he checked it. Yes, his hoverbike was in there, but he cursed when he saw the second figure. Distinctly humanoid, but very small, he knew it must be Notesurfer.
He was at a disadvantage now. In these small cramped quarters he would be unable to perform the move he had used before to kill his opponent, and his magnums were too heavy to defend himself from Notesurfer's lighting fast blows. Switching off of X-ray vision he kept his eye on the glistening roof. The metal swirled then bubbled in the shape of a human, and Phife was not surprised when Notesurfer dropped right through, facing downwards, spread eagled. Notesurfer stood up, stepping up out of the swirling liquid metal that surrounded his knees, which disappeared when he rose up.
“That previous death was incredibly humiliating. I dislike being humiliated. A lot.” With this Notesurfer quickly threw an injecto mine onto Phife's Neck, which activated instantly on the unsuspecting warrior. Snarling Phife ripped it out, but not before the Nude Respawn serum had been fully injected into his body. “Because I dislike it so much” Notesurfer continued. “I think that you should feel humiliated as well. And I think that nothing could be more humiliating that being beaten by a child. A child with no weapons.
In a flash of dark liquid Phife's Magnum was knocked to the floor as Notesurfer kicked it aside with his foot in midair. Simultaneously Notesurfer kicked out with his other foot and knocked Phife back so fast that he crashed with a bone-crunching pressure on the sliding doors, which did not have enough time to slide open, although they did after his landing, causing him to fall to the ground. Despite this brutal beating Phife still managed to land on his feet. Blood running down from his crushed ribcage he quickly jumped to avoid the following foot swipe by Notesurfer, and did a swift kick into his face while he was off guard.
Quickly jumping up and backflipping to give himself some room, Notesurfer pulled out the bullet blades. He jumped into the air, performing several kicks towards Phife, who managed to back up in sequence, effectively dodging them all. Notesurfer attacked with both swords at the same time in an X shape, but was blocked by Phife's second drawn magnum. Kicking Notesurfer in the chest, Phife drew a bead and fired. The bullet pierced right through his ear and left a small trail on the back of his skull. Before he could fire another shot Notesurfer grabbed the weapon and balanced it upright in his palm before absorbing it. Angrily Phife punched at Notesurfer's jaw, but it was slick with blood and Phife was knocked off balance by the lack of friction. Notesurfer flipped him over his back and whirled around, prepared to finish him off.
The hard landing on the cold steel floor reminded Phife of his ribcage . . . specifically that it was now more of a rib-soup. Unable to get up due to the massive amounts of broken bones, Phife ignored the immense pain to focus on building up strength in his arms and legs to deviate Notesurfer's killing blows. If there was one thing Phife was not, it was a quitter. He felt a leather grip shoved into his hand, and he turned his hand to see a plain steel blade with a black handle in his palm.
“What might this be for?” Phife questioned.
“Well, I feel kind of bad, since my ability to bulk up my muscles gave me an unfair advantage in this fight, so that's for you. It is made of the only kind of metal that will not be sliced right through by my shadow saber, and it's light as a feather, as well as being sharp and long. I'm hoping that next time we can have a fair fight eh?” During Notesurfer's response Phife had studied the boy's face. He looked serious.
“Then perhaps you won't mind when I do THIS!” Phife yelled, and sliced off Notesurfer's arm. He prepared for any blows that might come, and gripped his newly acquired weapon tightly. Notesurfer grinned, cocky, and grabbed Phife's head, quickly snapping his neck. And then, in a whisper, he leaned over and spoke to the body.
“Never underestimate me in close combat my friend. The results can be quite gruesome, though I have to thank you” here he grinned. “You showed me my only weakness in close combat. I have added reinforcements to my neck, it can never be snapped again. But still, I am eternally grateful. I hope that you will keep that sword as a reminder of me. You are a true warrior Phife.”
OOC: Phife, you can add the sword to your permanent inventory, or you can just use it during these rounds. Or you could just ignore it. Your call . . .
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Post by NeoPhife on Apr 26, 2004 14:49:01 GMT -5
Phife respawns in one of the Cetan Megaweapon's main passages. Despite the stiffness in his neck and the looming ache in his torso, Phife smirks with a fresh memory resident in his mind. So you have granted me a blade, Phife thinks. If it were anyone but you, I would have destroyed it and urinated on its remains. Instead, I vow to kill you with this very blade you placed in my hand.
Phife looks around to find his sword. Finding it on the ground near his feet, Phife grabs for the sword. A matter occured to him. Why is there a cold draft coming in here? He once again looked down at the sword at his feet, then he noticed that there were no boots that covered those feet.
Phife performs an anime-esque flop to the ground. He realizes that he is indeed stark naked like Notesurfer intended. Despite Phife's last strike on his adversary, Notesurfer had the last laugh. Phife gets back on his feet and picks up his weaponry. The magnums are holstered on a belt, but Phife has to tighten it once more around his bare hips. With the AR34 slung over his shoulder, the Falcon 2 in his right hand and the longsword in his right, Phife is back in business . . . sort of.
Switching to his R-Tracker, Phife notices that a signature is present near the elevator. Either his hoverbike has arrived or Notesurfer is waiting for more. Another dot is in the distance, but it is far off in the opposite direction. Phife ignores the other signature and walks towards the bulkhead doors leading to the entrance elevator, wearing only the weapons he originally brought with him (a very curious sight indeed).
Before Phife can reach the open metal doors, six rotary barrels pop up from the ceiling. Phife gasps and leaps back into the darker passage, avoiding a hail of machine gun fire. Phife activates the X-Ray scan and sees the automated drone gun emplacement. "Crap," Phife utters to himself. "Some dirty bastard activated the automated defense system."
Knowing that peering over the corner would result in a cranium riddled with lead, Phife ponders the situation. How can he possibly get past that gu-
A high pitched but small roar echos through the dark passages. Phife turns around and a small, green creature drops from a drak hole in the ceiling. The creature charges at Phife, but he leaps over the reptilian animal. Drawing the pistol, Phife easily nails the diminuitive creature in the left leg, rendering it immobile. Phife walks up to it in surprise. "A true Skedar?" Phife blurts in disbelief. "I thought they would have died out after the weapon was disabled. It looks like I may be facing more hostility than anticip . . ."
Phife doesn't bother to finish his sentence, for an idea come across his mind. He picks up the Skedar, with the critter attempting to bite at him despite it being dangled by the other leg. Phife carries it near the corner and waits for a while. He tosses it across the room and hears the autogun activating. Phife makes a mad dash for the bulkheads. The gun shreads through the Skedar with ease and then turns around to attack Phife. Before the machine can, Phife dives into the cylindrical passageway with the door closing behind him.
Phife gets back to his feet once more and looks around. He feels a unusual calmness seeing the underwater flora and aquatic creatures gliding effortlessly through the blue. With a sigh, Phife faces the other bulkhead door, readying his pistol once more. He smiles as the hoverbike glides out of the elevator lift. Phife walks up to it and opens a compartment.
Five minutes later, Phife is wearing his office suit that was kept in the hoverbike for quick changing. He never imagined that such situation would pop up on hostile ground. Phife sighs as he parts with his dear magnums and the other weapons that accompanied him for the most of his time in the PDBA. Stowing the said weapons into the compartments, Phife grabs a blade sheathed in older leather. He pulls the blade out and checks it. The machete is still sharp and appears to be suitable for combat. Placing it on top of the hoverbike, Phife checks the longsword again. The blade appears to be as long and light as his machete. Phife then names it The Omega and his machete The Alpha. Phife also fetches his custom made PCP-1 pistol and pockets it in his office vest. Even though the weapon is concealed, it wouldn't matter so much since he has the blades.
Phife finds some medical gauze in the first aid pack and creates a crude, but usable sheath out of it. Phife takes The Alpha and slings it over his left shoulder. The Omega is wrapped on the belt so that the sheath is horizontal and can easily be brandished by his left hand. For a heavy or long ranged weapon, Phife detaches the Devastator from his hoverbike's weapons system and slings it over his right shoulder.
Ordering the hoverbike to circle the elevator shaft until it would be needed again, Phife stands in front of the bulkhead doors. "The next time I see Notesurfer," vowed Phife, "I will bury the sword he granted me into his head. He is indeed superior in melee combat, but I have been a warrior for thiry-four long years. I am the Final Hazard to your ultimate objective, Notesurfer."
With a more secure stride, Phife steps back into the dark chambers and launches a grenade at the autogun before it can react. Phife slings back his Devastator and walks silently into the shadows . . .
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Snake
PDBA Veteran
Neo Tetra Coalition
So sayeth the Shepherd ...
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Post by Snake on Jul 30, 2004 6:00:50 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, I'm entering the Arena, let's go.
IC:
Stupid Skedar piece of [CENSORED] Snake thought bitterly. He had remodified the Taipan to travel underwater. But badly, the ultimate consequence was that his "Submarine" had collided violently with the sunken alien spacecraft. Snake pulled off the Diving suit and Oxygen mask he had used to get down to the Cetan Ship.
The long passageways and Cul-de-sac's confused Snake, but he moved on, directing the thin beam of his Flashlight into the darkest corner. He wasn't taking any chances. Back when Snake was hunting Skedar, he chased one into this ship, but he didn't recognise any part of it in his area. Suddenly, a gun dropped from the ceiling, he leapt to his left, as the Hall was sprayed with hot lead. Had he been any slower, he would have had his guts clapped out of his stomach. He fired some DMC rounds into it and destroyed it, it was going to be a long night...
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