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Post by Draxas on Jan 13, 2004 18:47:32 GMT -5
Back by popular demand! And sticky this time, so it won't get lost!
If you're not clear on the rules for an Evolution post, please check the archives.
Enjoy your RP everyone!
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Post by Notesurfer on Jan 13, 2004 18:50:25 GMT -5
Heh, I was just on my way to make this topic when I saw that you had made it. Meh . . .
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Post by niff on Jan 13, 2004 18:56:22 GMT -5
Lol I was about to make one too
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Post by Locke on Jan 13, 2004 19:26:18 GMT -5
OOC: for info on how I'm doing my posts, check for my last couple of posts in the old topic.
IC:
Mission 1 Location: Somewhere in Maine.
It was Locke’s first ever mission for CI, he had been preparing for several weeks now. This was just going to be a simple mission: Somewhere in northern Maine, there was a small base of smugglers. Locke was supposed to go in, demand that they stop, and kill them if they say no. A sudden beep from the Warrior told him that he was near his target area. Locke found a small clearing and set down. He put the hover car’s machine gun on auto defense before setting out. He left his cmp150’s behind; knowing they would be too obvious. Once away from the ship, he quietly made his way in the direction of the smuggler base. After a few minutes, Locke heard a humming noise up ahead. He quickly ducked behind a fallen tree just as a hover bike darted past. Locke stared for a minute as the hover car continued on its way, apparently not noticing him. Locke peered over the log. There was no sign of anything else so he continued. When he reached the spot indicated by his tracker, he looked around. Nearby was a small door half concealed behind some rocks and a bent over tree, outside the entrance were two guards and another hover bike. When Locke approached them empty-handed, they opened fire on him anyway. Locke quickly dived for the cover of a nearby tree. Bullets form the guards Avengers cut into the other side of the tree. Locke drew the secret falcon 2 he had hidden in his shirt. He quickly peered out, fired two shots, and ducked back again while the guards were reloading. His shots had been right on the mark, killing one of the men with a shot to the chest and causing the other to run away. Locke put the F2 back in his shirt and picked up the guards K7. He quickly looked over the guard’s body and found a couple extra clips and a combat knife. He took them and continued to the door. It was locked, but fortunately, the dead guard had a key on him. Locke opened the door, standing to the side so he would not be filled with holes upon opening the door. He waited a few seconds and when there was no noise, he continued inside. He heard nothing but the echo of his own footsteps, the hallway was lit well enough for him to see that there was nothing in it either. He continued inside and passed several empty rooms. There was nothing, nothing but silence. Obviously there had been people there recently though, as evidenced by the guards and the lighting. Upon entering the final area he heard voices, through a small window in the door he could see three men and a few crates. Finally, there was something worth coming here for. One of the men turned and headed for the door. Locke drew the combat knife and waited against the wall for the man to come out, in his other hand he held his newfound K7. As the man walked through the door way Locke stabbed him with the knife and he fell with a scream. Alerted by the scream, the other two men drew K7’s, Locke opened fire almost before he could see them, instantly taking down one of the men. The other made it behind the crates before Locke could hit him. Locke waited for a long while, and so did the last man. Locke was about to fall asleep when he heard feet shuffling. He was surprised to see the man come into the hall. Locke quickly fired the K7. The man fell, but not before Locke was covered in drops of blood. When he investigated the inside, he found that the crates were empty. Either apparently, this had been a false lead, or the smugglers had known, which would mean a spy in CI. At least he was still in one piece. He returned to his hover car and began the trip back to CI. What a disappointment…
End of Mission 1
OOC: Thanks for bringing this back guys.
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Post by StormX on Jan 13, 2004 20:23:34 GMT -5
Tyler was walking around downtown New York City. It was unusually warm for October, with the tempature being a mild 70 degrees. He had been walking around for a while, just looking at all the things to see in New York. He was now entering Times Square, when out of nowhere, someone grabbed him from behind and jammed him into the back of a car. He had no idea what anyone would want with un-important him, but he decided not to talk to avoid angering his captors.
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After driving for literally hours, the car finally came to a stop. Tyler was removed from the car, and noticed a drastic change in temprature. He was outside what looked like a large two floor office building. There was a statue out front of two letters: CI. He was taken inside, into a large open lobby. He was taken into an elevator and up to the second floor, where he was brought into an office. Sitting behind a desk was a fairly old man, the head of the company, he assumed. The two bodyguards left the room, so Tyler was alone with the man.
So, Tyler is it? Good to meet you! My name is Daniel Carrington, and I'm the head of this little organization here. This is the Carrington Institute.
Tyler went to speak, but Daniel signaled he wasnt done, and Tyler waited.
Now, do you know a young man who goes by the name Storm?
No, I can't say that I do
Ok, I hoped you would, but you don't, so I better fill you in. Storm was one of my best agents. About a year or so ago, he went on a mission, and no one has seen or heard from him since. We've exhusted every resource we have, and we just can't find him. This is where you come in. We have been watching you for a while, and have decided that we are going to train you to become an Agent of the Carrington Institute. The training process will take two weeks to a month, depending on how fast you progress. You will start tommorrow. We already have agents getting all your belongings, and you won't be able to talk to anyone outside the institute from now on, unless you have permission. Understand?
Like I have anyone to talk to anyway...
Yes, I understand.
Good, James will show you to your room, and your things will be here shortly.
(OOC: ahh, this is more like it. Thanks for bringing it back. To fully understand my story, read my posts in the old evo in the archives. and as always Tylers thoughts Others talking Tyler talking
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Post by Draxas on Jan 13, 2004 22:12:36 GMT -5
OK, it's time to finally write something here. This is LONG overdue, so much so that some people might have to look up the arena I'm referring to in the archives...
Anyway, on with the show.
******************************************** LOCATION: NEWARK, NEW JERSEY, USA AFTER THE EVENTS OF CC:INTERMISSION ********************************************
Draxas piloted the borrowed hovercar past the wreckage of a large superhighway, and settled into a roadside parking spot on a vacant dead end street nearby. The street was nestled inbetween an abandoned warehouse and a chainlink fence separating a cemetary from the roadway. Every vertical surface of the warehouse was covered in spraypainted gang signs and crude pictures. The fence was topped with a coil of barbed wire, though the nearby gate had long since been removed from its hinges. Both sides of the street spoke volumes about what sort of neighborhood this was. I never did understand what was so appealing about this place, Draxas thought to himself, as he passed through the missing gate of the fence.
He walked along a narrow pathway between the graves, paved with cracked asphalt. The cemetary was even more poorly maintained than it was the last time he had seen it those many long years ago, before the accident that made him who he was today. But it was obvious someone continued the upkeep of this place as best as they could. The headstones remained standing, despite many being 100 years old or more. The place was remarkably free of the graffiti that covered nearly every other solid surface in this part of town, including nearly every vehicle he saw pass by. I hope someone tries that with the Institute's loaner, they'll get their just desserts. He had left a Laptop Sentry on the roof, just incase some punk decided to steal the radio. Not that he himself wasn't prepared for trouble. He slid his thumb across the hammer of one of the Falcon 2s holstered in his belt, disguised as a part of himself by the Skedar Disguise Unit he carried. As were his bionics, he didn't need the equivalent of a neon sign above his head screaming "I'm different, come mess with me!" Not that the folks in this area needed any excuse to mess with anyone.
Draxas's thoughts quickly shifted elsewhere, while his feet carried him automatically down the old, familiar cemetary paths. He thought back to only a few days ago, to his first arena battle. The experience had been exhilirating. He had fought against many warriors who were his equal in skill, and had the benefits of the powers of respawning to make sure he didn't pass from this dimension once again. It had been fantastic, and had inspired him to redouble his efforts to try to stabilize himself in this dimension permanently. But more importantly, he had found out just which dimension he was in. This was home, the place he had been torn out of years ago. He didn't know how, or why, he had returned here. It was apparently not the first time either. He seemed to have quite a history with Notesurfer, though he had almost no memory of any of it. In fact, until their meeting in the arena, he had thought he had first met Notesurfer on the Skedar Homeworld. What he had found out, had turned what he "knew" about his existence, squarely on its head.
But more important matters beckoned, before he delved back into the world of dimensional shifts and frantic combat. When he had returned to the CI, Draxas had immediately set upon the computer data libraries, much to the chagrin of Grimshaw and the other techs that worked there. What he had found had saddened him more than anything else that had happened here before. His research eventually turned up obituaries for most of his family, his parents included. They had been killed in a car crash only 2 years after he had been sent spiraling across dimensions. He took some solace in the fact that there was no way he could have been there for them. He had been trapped in a dimension resembling feudal Japan for almost 6 years after the accident. But he still grieved anew, like he had first done when he first realized he would never see anyone he knew again.
But here he was. During his reverie, his legs had automatically carried him to the grave of his grandparents, which he had visited many times before. The marble headstone still shone, and the inscription was still as clear as he remembered it. As he left a small pebble atop the headstone, he made a mental note to thank the caretaker, if he ever saw the man.
And then, right alongside them, was the headstone he had come to see. The inscription he needed to read for himself, to confirm their passing beyond his doubts, his denial. And there it was, in just as pristine condition as his grandparents:
MARTIN AND CHRISTINE ABRAXAS 1944-2005 1945-2005
LOVING PARENTS, WHOSE LIVES WERE TRAGICALLY CUT SHORT.
YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN...
At seeing this for himself, Draxas couldn't contain himself any longer. As he placed another small stone upon their headstone, the tears welled up in his one eye still capable of shedding them. He wept then, before the tombstone, for not knowing for so long, and for not being there for them at the end. He bowed his head in silent meditation, eyes closed, pondering the way his life could have gone.
Draxas was shocked out of his grief by a circular piece of steel jutting into the middle of his spine. It was the unmistakable feeling of having the barrel of a gun jabbed into your back. Draxas froze, and a voice behind him began to speak.
"I know how you found out to come here," stated the voice. It was a gruff and unmistakably male voice, but not one that he recognized. From the corner of his eye, Draxas could see a hand jutting out of the sleeve of a black trenchcoat. He slowly began to turn, to attempt to get a better look at his assailant, but the man said, "Stop right there, or I WILL kill you."
Draxas froze, with no better a view than he had before. He asked, "What do you want from me?"
"You are meddling in matters which are no concern of yours," replied the trenchcoated man. "I know that Notesurfer told you where you are, as it were."
"What of it?"
"You are to stop getting involved in Notesurfer's business. This is just a friendly warning. You have no knowledge nor understanding of the person you are dealing with, and we would like it to stay that way. Do not get involved with Notesurfer's past again, or I will have to pay you another visit. I assure you, if I do visit you again, it will not be as pleasant as this time is now. That is all. Remember my words well, because I will not tell you twice."
Draxas felt the gun barrel leave his back, though he heard no movement from behind him. Taking a chance, he dove to his left, rolled away, and came up into a crouch with Falcon 2s at the ready. No shots were fired at him, and when he got a look around after coming out of the roll, nobody was there. The cemetary was as empty as before. Draxas warily rose to his feet and reholstered his pistols, but only silence accompanied him as he returned to his hovercar.
That is not something I am accustomed to, thought Draxas, as he cautiosly walked back to the enterance to the graveyard. As an extra measure, he had activated his IR vision and the Bio-scan function on his R-Tracker, but both returned no result. That was a foolish move though, I am not one to take kindly to threats, or "friendly advice" as the case may be. I really must remember to ask Notesurfer about this the next time I see him...
Notewrote: Draxas, I risk inflating your head a great deal, but THAT IS SO PERFECT! YOU ARE A GENIUS!! I have got to post here now, to build off of that . . . Oh man, this is so great . . .
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Post by StormX on Jan 13, 2004 23:01:39 GMT -5
Tyler had been training for a full month. He could have been done after two weeks and become an Agent, but he insisted on taking the course over again. He wanted to make sure he was ready. After becoming an Agent, Carrington asked to talk to Tyler alone in his office. Tyler went up and Carrington told him to sit down.
In the past month, I've been doing as much research as I could on you, as well as Storm. And I've found some shocking news. It seems that about a year ago, your memory was wiped by dataDyne. They then injected you with a syrum that implanted fake memories in your mind. It seems that Storm was actually your older brother. Your parents died when you were a baby, so you wouldnt remember them. Storm took care of you until he came here, because you were old enough to live on your own. Without him to guide you, however, you went and joined dataDyne. The head of dataDyne, when he found out who you where, wiped your memory. He and Storm had a bitter rivalry. That last mission Storm went on was to kill the head of DataDyne. As I said before, we recieved no report from either Storm or his partner. Now that your an Agent, your mission is to go investigate what happened.
I thought you said that you'd had agents working on this for the past year?
I lied. Since that happened, I haven't dared to send anyone. Only myself, Storm, and his partner even knew what the mission was. I couldn't risk telling anyone. Now, you'll leave first thing tommorrow morning. I've told you a lot of imformation, now I think you need to go think about things and get plenty of rest.
Tyler went back to his room. What he had learned shocked him. He had a big brother. He didn't know any of his real past. He laid on his bed. He fell asleep soon after.
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Post by StormX on Jan 14, 2004 13:36:23 GMT -5
Tyler awoke the next morning around 5 AM, feeling unusually rested. He realized that he he slept for nearly 12 hours. He put on his jumpsuit, and loaded his weapons. He grabbed all the extra ammo he could carry, not knowing what might be in store for him. He grabbed his helmet, and headed down to get something to eat.
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An hour after he got up, Tyler was in the hanger ready to leave. Carrington was there, as well as a dropship warmed and waiting. Carrington had told him the rest of the story, about Micheal Austin, and Storm's rivalry with him. He was told he was going to what used to be a dataDyne base near Mowcow, Russia, to start his mission. That was the last mission Storm had gone on before he disappeared. Tyler was to go there, find what he could and report back. If he found any clues or leads to where Storm might have gone, he was to follow them as far as he could. Carrington also told Tyler about Storm's partner, Angel, and how she had left to go on a mission to confront Austin. Carrington said that if he had to guess, that's where Storm had went when he left the Institute that day, now over a year ago. Tyler boarded the jumpship, with his mind once again full of new details of his brothers life, when 24 hours ago he hadn't even know he had a brother.
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Post by StormX on Jan 14, 2004 14:43:42 GMT -5
Tyler had been riding in the dropship for nearly 10 hours when the pilot said they had reached their destination. They set down in an empty field about half an hour outside of Moscow. About 100 yards away from where they put down was what appeared to be the ruins of a wall. Beyond the wall, there were ruins of a building.
Wow, this looks to be at least 20 years old, and its barely over a year old....I wonder what happened?
Tyler moved closer to the building. He got up to the ruins of the wall and began to examine them, when he heard a deafening explosion from behind. He turned around to see the CI jumpship was now a large ball of fire.
DAMMIT!
So there he was, stranded in the Russian plains, with no way of escape of communication. He decided he would go check out the building, with the chance there was mabye so working radio equipment.
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Tyler had been through the whole building, and had found nothing. Old shell casings, and even some old guns, and that was it. The interior was actually in good shape, compared to the outside. He moved through the maitnence ways, and into the basement. He was hoping to find a generator, and if possible a heater. He did indeed find the generator. Working furiously to try to get it back online, it finally kicked in. He searched through the rest of the basement until he came upon the furnace. Luckily, there were a few extra containers of emergency gas, which he put into the furnace. After several tries, it finally lit. He went back upstairs, and went into what was the meeting room. More shell casings, empty clips, and guns. He also noticed that the walls around the enterance were charred, as if there was an explosion of some sort. He had searched the whole complex, and there was no mode of transportation, or communication.
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After spending a night on the hard floor of the complex, Tyler decided to explore the outside. He went out the front door, and walked out to a somewhat enclosed area. There was an elevated platform, which he assumed to the helipad. He couldnt see on top of it from where he was, due to rubble. He climbed up and got on top of the helipad, and was shocked. There, on the helipad, was an all black Skedar fighter. On either side, there was a logo of and moon and a sun. Tyler walked up to the hatch on the side, where he noticed a hand scanner.
Odd, why would there be a human hand scanner on a Skedar ship?
He touched his hand to it, and to his suprise, the door opened. Inside, what he found amazed him even more. It seemed the inside of the craft was way too big to fit inside the outside of it. He walked up to the bridge, where everything still seemed powered up. There was a retina scanner on the wall, so he tried that too. What he heard the ships computer say made him faint...
Welcome back to the Twilight Dawn, Storm
(OOC: Most of the newer people probably won't understand much of this, but if you want to, read my posts in the old Evo topic, which is in the archives)
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Post by Raven on Jan 14, 2004 14:45:15 GMT -5
Hmm, I never fully completed my Evo story on how I came around to the CI...maybe I should finish that. I'll have to look for my original Evo posts and put them here, or else no one will know what I'm talking about. I'll do it later, I guess...
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Post by Locke on Jan 14, 2004 15:42:54 GMT -5
OOC: Forget Missions, I have trouble with sticking with a certain theme, so sue me.
A beep sounded on the Warriors control console. Locke barley heard it over the sound of “Faint” blaring in the background. He turned the music off. The beep alerted him that he had new mail. He pressed another combination of keys and the mail came up:
“Locke, it’s me, Carrington, I know this is on short notice, but it is important. You are not the first agent we have had named ‘Locke’. There was another some time ago. We sent him on a mission to an isle in the pacific, but unfortunately, him, as well as his partner, never returned. I am sending you files on them along with this mail. I ask you to take note on the striking resemblance you have with him. Your mission is to try and find them, if you can. That is all.”
Locke was not really in the mood for another mission, but orders were orders and this was his life now. He sent a reply before sailing over to the Pacific Ocean. ---
At the base, he landed on a beach near the entrance. The door to the base had previously been blown down. As Locke examined the doorway closer, he found that the blast that knocked down the door was from a super dragon grenade. Suddenly he had déjà vu; he had been here before… Nah, it could not be real, this kind of stuff happened all the time. He dismissed the idea and continued inside. As Locke found his way through the base, he found nothing but bullet holes and marks from explosives. Eventually he came to what appeared to be a large missile silo. He had déjà vu again, this time he remembered being pushed inside a rocket, right here. Suddenly he heard voices, and then a sharp pain on the back of his head. Everything went black. ---
Locke was lying on a desert like ground. He was surrounded by high crates. There was a woman near him; she was firing her gun through a small nook in between crates. He was in pain. Then darkness enveloped him again. ---
This time he awoke to find himself on a small island. He was holding a red sword with silver lining. In front of him was a man holding sword almost exactly like Locke’s. The man charged at Locke. Almost on instinct Locke evaded and swung down on the man, only to have his blow parried. Then once again, he was knocked out… ---
This time he awoke to find himself lying on a bed. He was tied to the bed and surrounded by several men dressed in lab coats. One noticed he was awake and gave him a shot. He fell asleep once more. ---
Suddenly Locke jolted upright. It had taken him a moment to realize everything he had just been through was dreams, but still something about them made him wonder. He was in a small cell. A plate with some kind of food lay on the ground next to him. It was cold and he was hungry. He ate it anyway and then realized he still had the emergency alert for his hover car. He knew the distress beacon from it would only extend for a few miles, but he had to try something. With nothing else to do, he lay back to rest. His weapons were gone, and he was alone once again…
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Post by StormX on Jan 14, 2004 16:12:15 GMT -5
Tyler had just woken up from when he fainted. Before he could do anything else, he had to contact Carrington. He found the radio, and told Carrington the situation. Carrington was glad that he had found the Twilight Dawn, that would help a lot in figuring out what happened to Storm, but for the time being, the Storm case would have to be put on hold. Something more urgent had come up. Another Agent, Locke, had been sent on a similar mission, to try to find out what happened to another agent with the same name. He had been sent to an island in the Pacific three days ago, and he had not reported since. Carrington sent the coordnates to Tyler, and told him to leave right away.
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Tyler had been flying since early that morning, when he finished talking to Carrington. How was he expected to find one tiny island among thousands? Besides, this island was the base for some kind of illegal activity, so he assumed it would be hidden somewhat. He was right. He went to the exact spot the coordnates told him to, and saw nothing. He activated the sensors for the ship, and still nothing. He tried one last thing, and activated the Infra red. Bingo. The island was shrouded by a cloaking device. Apparently after Locke had found it, whoever was operating there didn't want to be found so easily. Tyler set the craft to hover in place, while he went into the equipment room to see what he could find.
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Tyler was awed by what he found in the equipment room. Whatever had happened to Storm, he hadn't taken any of his things with him. Tyler got out of his jumpsuit and put on Storm's. He was looking in the computer for information on the equipment. He was amazed. The body armor in the jumpsuit was way better then what he had. He didn't recognize the material it was made of, and he didnt have time to look. He opened the gun case, and saw normal weapons, dual Falcon 2's, AR34, and ammo for each. Several combat knives and various types of mines lay on the shelf, all of which he took. He noticed a little compartment on one side, and opened it. Inside was a Gloden Magnum. However, there was only one round in the chamber, and no extra ammo to be found. He took it anyway, with the way things were going, he was sure he'd need it. He loaded up with all the Falcon 2 ammo he could get, as well as AR34 ammo. He didn't take any of the guns. He already had both, and besides the Falcon 2's looked wierd. He couldnt quite place why, but they did.
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Back in the bridge, Tyler readied the ship for his departure. It was programed to land on the opposite side of the island, cloak, and wait until he called on it. He took the remote control device for the ship, and headed to the ground.
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Tyler had been walking around for almost a half hour before he found anything. In the side of a cliff face, he found what used to be a doorway. He noticed the door lying about 15 feet off to the side, and there was charring on the rocks surrounding the opening. He drew his Falcon 2's, screwed on their silencers, and headed inside.
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Post by Draxas on Jan 14, 2004 17:20:05 GMT -5
Whoa, the CI certainly has a shortage of agents who complete missions without getting captured these days...
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Post by StormX on Jan 15, 2004 11:51:54 GMT -5
Tyler walked carefully as he entered the complex. From what he had heard, Locke was a good Agent. So if he could get captured, then Ty could easily. Silenced Falcon 2's drawn, he neared the end of the entrance tunnel. At the end, he could either go left or right. When he got to the end, he heard voices and footsteps coming from the right. He flattened himself up against the wall, slowed his breathing, and listened.
Minion 1~Yea man, that Locke character, he don't seem real smart, getting hisself caught an all. If I was him, I woulda wore something to make me look like them rocks on the wall.
Minion 2~Who are you to say anyones not smart? I'm sure he's way smarter then you are. You wouldn't have even been able to get in the door, you big idiot.
The two continued arguing as the walked right past, and down the left hallway. Ty waited until they were out of earshot, and headed down the right passage. He moved carefully and quietly against the wall, guns ready. This hallway was long and winding, and had several false dead ends. Finally, he reached a steel door in the rock, with a guard on either side of it. He leveled his guns, and fired a shot from each. One bullet to each guards head. He made sure there were no other guards in the area, and ran over to the bodies. He checked them for ammo, and anything else useful he could find. On one of the guards, he found a keycard.
That might be useful
He approached the door, looking all around it. He didnt see any security system of any kind, but he wasn't foolish enough to just try and open the door. He noticed a small crack to one side of the door. He took out a combat knife, and pried at the rock. Finally it came loose, and behind it was a keypad. He didn't know the code, but remembered that one of the guards had a number written on his palm. He went back and looked, and sure enough, there was the keycode. 68958644. He entered the code into the keypad, and the door opened. He snuck in, and waited for the door to close before he moved on. This had to be the prison. There were guards everywhere, and rows of steel doors on either side of the room.
Hmmm...this isn't going to be easy...theres a lot of guards. Single shots won't work, I'd be dead before half of them were. I could try to spray the room with rapid fire, but I might accidentally hit a prisoner...............Or, I could cloak, and take them out quietly one by one, with a knife until they notice, then take it from there with the guns!
He had to act fast, the cloak from the RCP120 would last mabye 15 seconds, before he'd have to reload. He grabbed a combat knife in each hand, readied himself, and flipped the switch on the gun.
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Post by StormX on Jan 15, 2004 15:26:33 GMT -5
Tyler leapt from his crouching position in the corner. With his lightning speed, he wasted no time getting to the closest guard. With a quick downward stab, the knife was buried in the guards spine. He removed the kinfe, spun around, and slit the next guard's throat, all almost simultaneously. The other guards had noticed what happened, and without thinking, all started walking right to where the two already dead guards were. Remembering he had three knives, Tyler took one and threw it at the best armed guard. The guard fell to the floor, the knife handle next to his cheek, blood spraying from his neck. He spun around half a turn, and back stabbed a guard in the stomach, and while doing so removed the third knife from his belt. He heard the bzzt when the cloak wore off. He lunged at the guard in front of him, both knives going deep into the guards chest. Pulling them out, he threw the two knives at another pair of guards, bringing them down. Five guards were dead, and five remained alive, puzzled by Ty's sudden appearence. Before the guards could comprehend what was going on, Ty pulled out his Falcons and starting firing. Within a few seconds, the remaining guards were on the floor, with pools of blood appearing around them.
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Tyler was exhusted from the battle, but he knew his work was far from done. He searched the guards' bodies, taking back his knives, and anything else useful he could find. One of the guards had a keyring, which he took. He started going down the line, opening each cell as he went. Most were empty. He noticed that on the wall opposite where he came in there were two cells, both heavily locked. He sprinted down, opening the series of locks on the first door. He pulled open the door, and to his suprise, Locke was not in there. Instead, there was a young woman, no more then a few years older then him. She was beautiful, but was pale and thin, probably from being in captivity for a long time. She was sleeping, and he checked her vitals to make sure she was alive. He knew Locke would be in better shape, so he went to work on the other door.
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Tyler pulled the last lock off the chain on the door, and pulled the door open. Inside this cell was the man he was looking for, Locke. He was suprised, however, to find Locke was younger then him. The noise of the battle had woken Locke up, and Tyler helped him out of the cell. After Locke said he could walk on his own, the two went into the other cell. Locke had a feeling of deja vu...the woman looked familar, but he didn't know where he had seen her, and he didnt have a name. Tyler had already woken her up, and the three headed back to the enterance of the prison.
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The trio had safely made it back to the island, out of the cave. Tyler led them to the Twilight Dawn. The woman tried to say something when she say the ship, but was too weak to talk. As they started to board the the fighter, a deep voice came from behind.
Leaving so soon are we? I didn't even get to talk to you again, Adrian
......Micheal Austin.....
Yes, that would be me. Now anyway...as i was saying, before you so RUDEly interuppted me, I don't belive I gave these two permission to leave. They are in my custody now.
You wish. They're coming back with me to Carrington, where they belong!
Oh, I see how it is now, you work for Carrington....traitor...I knew you were scum from the first time I met you. You're just like your brother.
What do you know about my brother?!
You give me what I want and I'll give you what you want.
Tyler pulled out a Falcon 2 and leveled it at Austin's head.
You're in no position to bargain. Tell me what you know about me brother!
Be that way if you must...
From the other side of the island, a helicopter appeared and landed. Austin hopped in as Tyler fired off his entire clip.
Until we meet again!
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