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Post by Draxas on Apr 6, 2005 23:55:05 GMT -5
"Hmph," Stryker voiced his disdain at the bizarre lizard-like creature before him. He has seen some strange mutants before, but this one seemed truly alien. He was becoming more inclined to believe the creature's words, and he still needed his information.
"Very well," Stryker said after a pause, "You wish to see what I am. Be warned, you cannot take that request back once granted, and I expect that you will answer any additional questions I pose to you. You shall see what you desire."
With the hiss of infrequently used hydraulics, a split appeared in the front of the suit, forming a V-shaped opening beneath the black faceshield, and extending from the point down to the waist of the suit. Stryker held the alien at full arms length to allow the panels to slide outward without interruption. The two lower panels swung out to the sides, and the faceshield and helmet rose upward. What was revealed behind the suit was a human male... of a fashion.
The man's most distinguishing feature was that he was quite obviously a quadrapalegic. Each of his limbs ended in stumps, his legs just below the hips, and his arms had no shoulder left to speak of, almost as if whatever caused this condition was trying to leave as little usable limb as possible. However, a tangle of wires and cables extended from each stump to the corresponding limb, connecting man to suit irreversibly.
What was left of the man wore a black jumpsuit over his torso and abdomen. His face may have been handsome at one time, but now the lower left section was terribly scarred from what appeared to be burns, forcing that side of his mouth into a permanent scowl, as there appeared to no longer be enough lips left to cover the man's teeth. His hair was silver, and close cropped into a buzz cut. A targetting reticule was affixed to his right eye, and more wires connected this device to the suit's helmet. As Solorn stared, he could just barely make out yet another tangle of wires and cabling emerging from the man's back...
"So now you know," said Stryker in his natural voice, without the aid of the speakers. It was gruff and commanding, and still resounded clearly despite the damage to his face. "I was a man, once, long ago. Now, I am this. The wreckage of a human being, connected to the most destructive life support system ever created. I am the suit, the suit is me. At this point, they are one and the same."
The hiss of hydraulics accompanied the three sections closing back over the crippled form inside the suit. As they closed and locked into place, they formed a seamless join once more. The armored form of Stryker pulled Solorn back to the original holding distance, so that the alien's eyes were level with the faceshield once more.
"Now," said Stryker, the mechanical distortion returning to his voice with the use of the external speakers, "Your question is answered. Now tell me about this 'Majora' you mentioned, I wish to know more. Specifically about his activities with the PDBA."
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Post by Razor on Apr 7, 2005 17:49:18 GMT -5
Nikara tapped her bare foot impatiently on the interior hall of the ship. Before leaving, she'd absolutely RAIDED the Temple's armory...along with her father's personal collection. She carried on her an assortment of small, one-handed weapons, including Magsecs and Knives that used to belong to her father. She remained clad in nothing but the skintight leather suit...she trained in it for years. Her red hair was tied into a tight braid running way down her back. To her left calf was strapped the sheathed knives. A Mauler rested idly on her right thigh. The old Magsecs hung from her hips, and a CMP was holstered on her left thigh. A loose belt around her waist held various clips.
"Gah! Are we ALMOST THERE Su'aco?" she asked impatiently. The Skedar at the helm replied loudly and impatiently.
>If you'd pay ATTENTION, you'd notice we've already entered Earth's atmosphere...beginning descent...<
"Oh...sorry..." She leaned back against the inner bulkhead of the jet black Skedar fighter, slipping a knife from its sheath and flipping it up into the air. She held up a single finger, and the tip of the knife landed right on the edge of her fingernail. Despite the descent of the ship, she kept it perfectly balanced. "...I'm so excited...dad told me so much about this..." The fighter blasted over the Chicago streets, making no effort to be stealthy...like announcing her arrival. "Alright...later, Su'aco..." Nikara pushed a button and the bulkhead behind her slid open to reveal the rapidly passing city streets. "Come on, Mitsukai..." She sheathed her knife and dove backwards out of the fighter, landing crouched on the roof of the Pond.
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Post by Majora1988 on Apr 7, 2005 20:37:10 GMT -5
Solorn thought about what he had just seen...This "Stryker" was but a parapalegic...and he was able to do all of that! He must have some absoultely incredible technology in his suit, maybe even superior to his own! Solorn paused, then began speaking, saying, "Well, as I've already told you, Majora is my father. He was combatant in the PDBA for many years, and was also a veteran of the CISOD incident 25 years ago. He was also the Skedar lead--"
"Yeah, Yeah, don't care," interuppted Stryker, "Tell about the CISOD incident."
"Well I don't know everything about it, just what I've been able to get from my father. He joined the CISOD from the beginning, and followed it to the end...Not like that one guy who joined near the end. What was his name again...oh yeah, Draxas!"
Stryker paused and demanded, "What do you know about Draxas!"
"He was a PDBAer who joined near the end I think, and dissapeared soon after the CISOD returned too their warm welcome."
Stryker thought for a second and said....
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Post by Draxas on Apr 7, 2005 20:54:58 GMT -5
"Where is he now?" asked Stryker brusquely. He was so close to the information he required, he could taste it... "If you cannot tell me that, then tell me of someone who can. Unless you are harboring him, then I will have no further quarrel with you."
Stryker hoped that this one would have the location. Not only will we be able to recover him quickly, but this brief stay with no combat losses will make Eighteen look like a fool. And nothing would make me happier today, than having the pleasure of accomplishing both of those objectives.
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Post by Majora1988 on Apr 7, 2005 21:33:20 GMT -5
Solorn laughed, "I have no idea where Draxas is...No one does...He disappeared after the CISOD was cleared, he might even be dead. I don't know I've had no contact with him at all. And neither has my father, although I really can't be sure, he's always talking to one friend or another from the PDBA."
Stryker sighed, "Damn, I didn't think it would be that easy..."
"Well, anyways, if you'll let me go, I think we just might have a guest..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OOC: BEcause we were talking about the CISOD again, I started re-reading it today in the archives...I forgot how good of a story it had, and how fun it was...I'm going back to it...
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Post by Razor on Apr 7, 2005 21:48:16 GMT -5
OOC: It makes me so happy to see how much of an impact that made...but really...I hope we get on with the action soon XD
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Post by Draxas on Apr 7, 2005 22:15:41 GMT -5
OOC: Razor, as far as I've seen, you basically presided over the PDBA's "greatest story ever told." People wonder why the arena activity died off after that? I have a hunch; that was one tough act to follow. Just ask Notesurfer. "Very well," said Stryker, disappointed but unsurprised, "As I said, I have no quarrel with you." Stryker lowered Solorn to the ground and released his grip, allowing the Skedar to go free. He immediately reactivated his disguise, taking on the appearance of an unremarkable human once more. "Now, Solorn, you have a choice," Stryker remarked, "We can simply part ways here, and be done with this matter entirely. Or, you could try something stupid as I leave. If you do that, I will make sure that nothing is left but a messy red smear. The choice is yours. Your weapon is on the walkway up there," Stryker pointed to the spot where the Slayer lay, and then turned and began to move back towards the main street once again.
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Majora1988
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Post by Majora1988 on Apr 8, 2005 16:21:59 GMT -5
Solorn thought about letting it end at that...but he just couldn't. "What would my father say, if he knew I let a combatant escape from battle with neither of our lives spent..."
Solorn flipped the switch on his Maulers, feeling them charge up to full, and saying, with his back to Stryker, "I can't just let it end like that!"
"What are you saying," answered Stryker turning, "Do you wish death?"
"Yes...I do wish death...ON YOU!" And at the same time, he turned, pulling out his Maulers at the same time. And in this one quick motion, he fired 2 fully charged shots at Stryker, hitting his Machine gun, and his mounted rocket laucher, causing major damage to both, before causing the Rocket launcher to explode. The exlosion knocked both combatants to the ground, causing Solorn to have the wind knocked out of him. Stryker, however, seemed to be just fine, the only differance was the obvious loss of his Machine Gun, and of his Rocket Launcher.
Stryker was absolutely livid, exclaiming in his robotic sounding voice, "And for that, YOU SHALL DIE!!!" Stryker jumped up to his full height, and bringing his pulse laser on-line, began firing!
Solorn scrambled to his feet, and fast as he could, he scrambled to the nearest shelter he could find, the alley near near what looked to be the G5 building. Knowing that this had not bought him much time, Solorn popped a Combat Boost, and diving from the alley he began firing at Stryker. However, the shots just kept glancing off his armor. Stryker on the other hand, made a much more judicous use of his firing, and planted a perfect shot with his pulse laser, right into Solorn's stomach, just under the navel.
Solorn screeched in pain as he skidded to a halt 10 feet from Stryker, watching him walk slowly toward him. Stryker was relishing a big smile on his face, and said to Solorn, "Ohh, you are going to wish you'd never been born..."
Stryker put his foot onto Solorn's chest, and said, "Goodbye..."
Solorn knew he had only a few seconds, but the Combat boost still hadn;t quite worn off on his part. Just as Stryker began to prepare his finishing move, Solorn switched off his disguise, and swiping at his leg, Solorn cut a huge chunck at the joint where your hip connects to the leg...One of the few spots where Stryker was still human.
Stryker screamed in pain, and fell off Solorn gasping, Solorn didn't have much more energy left wither, but he had just enough to crawl over to where Stryker lay. Solorn reached up and swept at Stryker's neck, cutting his jugular vein at the point where the head met the body.
Solorn then collapsed with all of the effort he had just exerted, and made no effort to stop Stryker, who despite the fatal wound on his neck, still had the strength to charged a fatal Laser pulse, right to Solorns skull.
Then fallin back, Stryker died... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OOC: ahhhh...that was very satisfing...our first deaths in this arena...maybe that will speed things up a bit...
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Post by Draxas on Apr 8, 2005 16:57:58 GMT -5
OOC: Interesting, and satisfying enough. However... I think there is some misinterpretation about Stryker's body structure. The suit itself is 10 feet (feet to top of head) by ~6 feet (shoulder to shoulder). Stryker himself occupies only a small, heavily armored chamber in the torso and abdomen, maybe 4 X 4. I respect the cutting power of a biosuited Skedar's claws enough to say that it may be able to penetrate this through vulnerable areas like the joints Majora mentioned. But I don't think the rest of you will have it so easy. Anyway, I'll send up another post here soon enough, just felt like clearing that up.
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Post by Razor on Apr 8, 2005 22:49:35 GMT -5
Nikara ground her foot into the hard roof of the building before stalking forward. The rain pattering on her leather-clad body didn't seem to phase her at all. Her ears perked as the sound of distant gunfire on the wind reached her. "...looks like he was right..." She turned and glideed towards the edge of the roof, leaping at the last second to the next. She rolled gracefully and moved to the end of the next one, flipping over the edge and performing a daring set of unnecessary but flashy acrobatics to drop to the bottom of the fire escape. She landed in a crouch once more in the dark alley. "Now...which way..." She seemed to think it out for a moment, before bolting out of the alley and dashing down the sidewalk.
She came to a slow stop as she smelled the blood and familiar stench of wrecked Skedar tech. "...damn, looks like I missed the party..." She rounded the next corner, stumbling upon the mangled and fading bodies of the two warriors. "...killed eachother...wonderful..." She sighed and leaned back against the wall at the corner, pulling out a Magsec and twirling it boredly. "Well...I guess someone's bound to show if I wait here..." She would've recognized Solorn's body if it hadn't been cleaned out of sight so quickly.
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Post by Draxas on Apr 17, 2005 13:18:28 GMT -5
Stryker respawned inside an empty garage. His head was still reeling; though he knew about the process, he had never experienced the sensation of being dead before. So this is what Eighteen goes through every time... He's tougher than I thought, he mused, while regaining his equilibrium.
He checked the suit, using both visual and computer diagnostics. He had also been told that damage and wounds repaired themselves; he was at a loss as to how the process actually worked. Despite that fact, he was pleased that all of his weapon systems were active and functioning, and that there were no longer any gaps in his armor. Even the small gash on the suit's elbow was gone, and Stryker was impressed with the system.
Once he felt like he was on solid footing once more, he thought back to his last encounter. He had made many mistakes: Revealed his weaknesses, underestimated his opponent, extended goodwill despite having been ambushed... Stryker inwardly chastised himself for fouling up so badly. Next time, no quarter given. Not to this "Solorn," and not to anyone else. Only the information matters.
Ready for combat once more, Stryker tripped the mechanism to open the garage doors. He found himself looking out onto one of the main streets of this section of the city. Just across the road, a gaudy neon sign advertised an establishment called the Pond Punk in multiple clashing colors. Stryker advanced out into the road and crossed to the sidewalk near the Pond Punk. He settled in to wait here, figuring this was enough of a high-traffic area that someone else would be around soon enough. And then, the "interrogation" can begin anew, he thought, and the corner of one side of a ruined mouth in a ruined face turned up in a smirk...
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Post by Notesurfer on Jun 10, 2005 13:52:59 GMT -5
Razor sat down heavily on his bed, running a hand through his hair. Pride and exhaustion swept through his body. The training session had gone well, but now he felt the inescapable sadness of losing a child to maturity.
“It was inevitable you know.” A familiar voice modulated from the corner of the room, Notesurfer’s form materializing from the shadows.
“Notesurfer, it’s so good to see you!” Razor stood up and grabbed him warmly by the shoulders.
“I . . . haven’t heard that name in a while” Notesurfer glanced to the side, his face mirroring stress and anxiety. “I go by my Symbiote name now, you may call me as such.” Razor’s face became puzzled.
“ . . . Notek . . . you seem . . . different. Is something wrong?” Notek turned and looked Razor in the eye.
“Razor, things have been set in motion that cannot be stopped. The PDBA has been reinstated, a new generation has arisen. Your daughter is only one, there are many who have rejoined, despite protests by the United Nations to suppress such warlike activity. Among them is one who . . .” Notek cut himself off, unable to go on. Slightly befuddled, Razor took his silence as an invitation to speak.
“You don’t have to tell me tonight. Get some rest, you look exhausted. Tell me everything tomorrow.” Razor put his arm around Notek’s shoulder and led him to a couch, then retired to his room. Once again he prepared to sleep for the night. To his emotions: pride, joy, sadness, one more was added. The seeds of worry had been planted.
* * * A shadow flitted from corner to corner. Covered from head to toe in black, a small figure crept with ninja-like stealthiness, a chakra in one hand. From her perch on a windowsill, Athena watched the two combatants. Somewhat surprised when they faded away, she cursed under her breath. She had stumbled into an arena of legend. For whatever reason it had been resurrected, she was now trapped here until it’s termination. Whatever happened, she needed to remain undetected.
It was then that the thought occurred to her. Would there be someone here who could help her find her father? She looked at her black gloved hand. Her powers weren’t much, but they were growing. She was sure they could protect her from the combatants. The question was, who was she to find? Still holding the Chakra, the young girl sat cross legged on the sill and concentrated. Slowly the long blonde hair she had worked so hard to manifest was absorbed into her skull. Using the material from her hair, her jumpsuit slowly worked it’s way up over her face, covering her ice blue eyes and pale white forehead.
A shadow lept from the side of the building to the ground, and scurried off, leaving more darkness in it’s wake.
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Post by Snake on Jun 11, 2005 8:31:21 GMT -5
((OOC: Ok, forget my first Generations post, I'm completely discarding that one. I'm making another, here it is...))
Scar had been in Chicago for about three months now, and in that time he had seen examples of some of the seediest culture ever witnessed by any human. Even one with acceptable standards.
He had landed his ship on one of the countless landing platforms in the city, it would be safe, he knew it. He had more contacts in the world than the average drug dealer had in his city of operations.
Scar checked the tactical watch on his arm from his position, crouched in a vent in an alleyway. The women he was awaiting suddenly appeared, casting a shadow over the alley. She was Lean and Physically fit, and quite beautiful, if Scar did say so himself. No less, she was a deadly asassin, and had seen many fall to her blade, or blades. He climbed out of the vent and looked her in her purple eyes, as she brushed back her purple hair.
"Hey, Chris." She said, good-naturedly.
"Please Tek, you know I don't like being called Chris, as you don't like being called Tekrah."
She shuddered and placed a hand on his shoulder, steering him into the alleyway. She straightened the Bulletproof vest that was over her Snakelord Inc. Jumpsuit.
"Snake gave me a briefing, and told me you might need this..." she handed him a pocket-sized box. "...Don't lose it."
She winked, Scar smirked and slid it into his pocket. He tugged at Tek's Jumpsuit and smiled.
"What you need this for, you're only delivering me a package."
"You know me." she said, hugging him briefly. "I always wear protection. Snake says keep in touch, he doesn't want any grizzled CISOD's getting you. Bye..."
She turned and headed off without another word. Slowly, Scar headed to the Pond Punk...
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Post by Draxas on Jun 11, 2005 13:01:44 GMT -5
Stryker was getting tired of waiting. This city is full of cowards! he thought, his rage building, They hide in alleys and on rooftops like frightened animals!
He had half a mind to stomp into the middle of the street and shout a challenge, when he saw someone emerge from an alleyway across the road, to his left. Finally, someone with some courage.
Stryker readied his weapons systems incase hostile action was necessary, and moved out into the street to intercept the man. He was fairly small, and wore a black jumpsuit with some sort of corporate logo on the front. With the amount of noise Stryker's suit generated as it moved, it was impossible for him not to be noticed. The man's gaze was drawn to the hulking battlesuit, and just as quickly he whipped out a submachine gun and pointed it warily at the machine approaching him.
"Laughable," chuckled Stryker to himself inside the suit, though to the outside world he remained silent. He performed a quick genetic scan of his target, revealing his human, but cybernetically enhanced, nature. "Smart man," he said internally, before switching on the external speakers once again.
"Hello," boomed the mechanically distorted voice, "I have a matter I wish to discuss with you."
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Post by DaHaK on Jun 11, 2005 22:10:18 GMT -5
(OOC: Ok, I'm pretty sure vehicles aren't allowed in this arena, so unless one of the admin tell me I'm allowed, this'll be the only appearance of the Valkyrie. just making that clear so I don't get mauled by someone.)
The space around earth had always been busy, with cruisers and pleasure craft always coming in and out, however the tranquil circumstances seemed to rule on despite the constant coming and going of so many different ships. Then, quite slowly at first, a small patch of space began to shimmer, slowly changing from its normal black to a bright blue ripple in space with a large dark gray gunship emerging from the center of the rift. Then, as slowly as it happened, the rift collapsed in on itself and disappeared as if it had never been there, with the gunship quickly becoming lost in the usual traffic around earth's aerospace zone.
Inside the ship's cockpit a figure sat, mulling over the controls in deep thought. slowly, he reached out toward a panel on his left. he tapped a single key and retracted his hand as a small orange female materialized in the middle of the panel. The figure turned his head to face the newcomer and spoke, as if preoccupied by something.
"Caseum, execute bio-form search"
The small figure paused for a moment and responded
::Search loaded, please specify search parameters::
"Search for all occupying bio-forms, and only display results matching PDBA and CISOD personnel records"
The figure paused again, as a small list appeared on the holopad next to it.
::Search complete, multiple CISOD and PDBA profile matches found, do you wish to further refine search?::
He thought for a moment and then responded
"Yes, search for all symbiont bio-forms located inside human hosts and show cross referencing to CISOD and PDBA records"
::Search complete, 1 match found, one unknown object::
"Specify match"
::Match: Notek "Notesurfer" Soofor found on planet surface in Chicago area, display unknown object?::
"No, disregard object, and close search"
::Acknowledged, closing search::
The small female figure disappeared back into the panel and DaHaK sat back in the pilot's chair
"So Notek, you came all the way back here 25 years later just to meet up with a few old buddies..."
He turned back to the controls and opened a channel to Chicago's air traffic control
"Air Traffic Control, this is the gunship Valkyrie requesting permission to land, and landing co-ordinates..."
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