Snake
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Post by Snake on Jun 19, 2005 5:51:01 GMT -5
Scar watched as the mysterious man in the battlesuit walked away down the alley. Just before he went out of sight, Scar called to him.
"Hey! What's your name?"
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Post by Draxas on Jun 19, 2005 14:01:11 GMT -5
Stryker heard the question just as he rounded the corner.
"Stryker," he said simply, without slowing. He could see the landing pads in the distance, and a single ship parked there. He saw nobody there, but that didn't necessarily mean the area was abandoned; he was certain he had heard the call from here.
He quickened his pace, and prepared for the possibility of hostilities once more.
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Snake
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Post by Snake on Jun 20, 2005 5:57:10 GMT -5
Scar raised his hand in thanks at Stryker's back and retrieved his PDA, which was beeping furiously. He steadied the handheld computer and pressed the "Recieve Video call" touch-button. The weather-beaten and scarred face of Snakelord appeared on the Satellite line.
"Whattup Snake?" Scar asked, scanning the area.
"Scar, Your contact tells me you aren't at the Pond Punk yet, whats the problem?"
"No problem," Scar said, matter-of-factly. "Just encountered a dude in a Battlesuit. Wanted to know some stuff, I got held up..."
"Fair enough" Snake replied. "Well, don't let me hold you up any further. Get to the Pond Punk and meet up with your contact, I'll drop you a buzz later."
"Affirmative." Scar replied, closing the link and placing his PDA into his belt. With that, he moved out to the Pond Punk...
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Post by Razor on Jun 23, 2005 16:26:41 GMT -5
Razor slammed the heel of his palm against the corner of his forehead. "I just let Nikki go there! Need to send her a message..." He pushed up from his chair and quickly moved over to a small computer console, tapping a few holographic buttons on the screen before leaning down in front of it. "Nikki...this is your father. Remember Notesurfer?" He glanced back towards Notek, who was giving him a slightly disapproving look. "Sorry...NOTEK...well, he came by, and apparently his daughter is down there on Earth with you. If you find her, tell her her father is here with me, and is worried about her." He cut the transmission and stood up. "...it will take several minutes for that call to reach her, even through a subspace transmission. We'll just have to wait and hope."
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Nikara quickly shook her head. "...oh well. I'll find out later. I need to find someone to fight..." She crouched down a bit before racing forward, her wraithblade still emitting a faint amethyst-shaded glow as she held it behind her.
She reached the end of the alley and ground to a halt, quickly looking from side to side. No sign of anyone in the immediate vicinity...
"Draxas!"
The girl immediately recognized Athena's voice calling out the name of one of her father's old friends...apparently she knew of the man as well. She smirked and turned in the direction that her shout echoed through the city streets. "...well, at least she could be a good fight if nobody else...but with a mouth like that she probably attracted half the arena to her..." Nikara bolted down the street, through an alley, and around the corner, and once more ground to a halt on her bare feet as she saw not the girl, but a set of landing pads in the distance, and a large mechanical behemoth not thirty feet away, lumbering in that direction.
-Here we go...a worthy fight...-
-Don't you think he's a bit big for you? You should stick to your weight class...-
-Shut up, Mitsukai...-
She dashed forward and leapt into the air, letting out a cry as she thrust out her leg at her unaware opponent's back. She froze as her foot made contact with the steel, making only a slight dent. She dropped off and stood there blinking for a moment. "YYYYOWW!" She held up her right foot and began to blow on it while she hopped up and down on her left.
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Post by Draxas on Jun 23, 2005 18:15:20 GMT -5
Stryker was close enough now to nearly make out some of the markings on the hull of the ship parked on the pads. He began to move a bit slower; there was no sign of the one who had called out earlier, let alone anyone else, and he suspected an ambush. He checked his weapons for the third time, now; he had already seen how resourceful and deadly the fighters could be here.
Something slammed into the back of Stryker's suit with no warning. He immediately stopped and spun the torso 180 degrees to meet this new threat head on. He was surprised to see a small girl, who proceeded to begin hopping about holding her foot and yowling like a stray dog. His surprise turned to rage, however, when he noticed the miniature wings jutting from her back.
Fast as a lightning bolt, one enormous mechanical hand shot out and wrapped entirely around the girl's chest, pinning her arms behind her back and causing her to emit a yelp of surprise. Stryker made certain, while he had the opportunity, to use his fingers to crush the girl's wings into a broken mess. Her surprise turned to agony as she screamed, while he performed a genetic scan on his captive. The results confirmed his suspicions.
"Not only are you very foolish," the mechanical voice growled angrily, "But you're a pollutant in the human gene pool, mutant," Stryker made that last word sound worse than any curse.
"Any last words before you perish?" he said, tightening his grip almost to the point where he could hear joints begin to pop.
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Post by Snake on Jun 24, 2005 6:03:57 GMT -5
Scar reached the Pond Punk roughly five minutes after concluding his vid-conversation with the Boss. A slick black limosine was park out the front of the Bar and Scar's route took him right by it. He punched the fuselage hard, denting it as he passed and the bouncer stepped forward, menacingly.
"Hey @$$hole!"
He stopped abruptly, catching sight of a Falcon 2 to the ribs.
"If I were you, I'd keep your mouth shut." Scar said quietly, letting him go and decending the Staircase and into the Quiet bar, odd for a Saturday night. He went to the bar, ordered a drink and sat down in a dark corner, watching all the riff-raff and White trash sidle in and out of the Bar. A Treachcoated man wearing shades and looking as if he had a Heater on him, came and sat down next to him.
"Scar?"
Scar looked over at him.
"Who's asking?"
"Alekzander Polich, your contact..."
"Ah, Mr Polich." Scar said. "I apologise for my lateness, I was held up..."
"No matter." Polich replied. "You know why you're here?"
Scar sighed and shook his head.
"I was given little briefing before I came, but I assume I'm going to be told?"
"Yes, but not here, it's not safe..."
"Very well, I know a place, but I want a drink first."
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Post by Notesurfer on Jun 24, 2005 14:52:20 GMT -5
Suddenly an enormous object flew out of nowhere and crashed into Stryker’s side. Trying to find his opponent, Stryker quickly swiveled 360 degrees, searching for his new assailant. It was then that he felt the gyros compensating for balance, at the same time his pressure sensors went off the scale. He broke into a run, trying to shake the aggressor off of his back, but they were moving too fast. Then he felt it. The screeching noise was unbearable, like nails on a chalkboard. Something was shearing through the circuits in his right arm! Stryker turned his head and stared in disbelief as the thing made it’s way through the joint at his right shoulder. The arm fell off, sliced cleanly and neatly, and the blonde head of some sort of miniature human rose over the cut, staring his robotic head in the face. Feeling a lack of pressure in his other hand, he glanced and saw with a certain amount of righteous indignation registered that his captive had escaped his clutches. Roaring in fury, he grabbed the child on his shoulder and threw her against the brick side of the apartment complex to his left. Amid the chaos of the falling construction materials he sprinted to the center of the landing pad and turned around, prepared to face the two assailants. Sensors quickly located Nikkara slumped against the same building he had so quickly thrown the child against. Scanning the figure crawling out of the rubble, Stryker frowned. “Impossible . . . how can it be both alien and human . . . “ His puzzlement turned into more anger. “This being must be a mutant as well . . . how fortunate that I would have a chance to exterminate both of these vermin in one place.” Glancing at his console one last time, Stryker flipped a switch, powering up his weapons and preparing for a fight to the death. Anything that could slice through the reinforced metal of his suit could potentially put up something of a fight. But all the same. “No respect for these vile creatures, no quarter given.” OOC: *prepares for angry post stating that the metal of the suit cannot be sliced through and blah blah*
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Post by Draxas on Jun 24, 2005 15:48:34 GMT -5
I realize that most of you have some tricks to use against heavy armor, I was just saying. "Enough of this," muttered Stryker, as he tripped the firing mechanism for his rocket launcher. The internal drum magazine spun rapidly as the launcher spit out a trio of dumbfire rockets at the fallen masonry. One of them hit the girl he had in his grasp earlier square in the chest and exploded on impact, sending a cloud of blood and mangled meat flying from the blast. The other two impacted shortly after, shattering and collapsing what was left of the building. Stryker frowned, and readied the laser in his left palm as he slowly moved closer to the site of the destruction. He had not seen where the other girl went, and he knew it was too good to hope that she had died in the blast as well without confirmation of the fact. He reached the suit's severed arm, and stopped. The alternating red-black blink of the HUD's damage readout for the arm was starting to become harsh to his one good eye, but he didn't dare turn it off; it was his only early warning system incase he was surprised again. He continued to search for his target, but she was gone, near as he could tell. That is one mutant down, at least for a time, he mused, opening a communications channel. It took a moment for the signal to reestablish itself through the gap between dimensions. "J, it's me," Stryker said through the comm, though as always the outside world heard nothing, "Please respond." "I'm here, go ahead," replied the feminine voice on the other end of the comm. "Do you have anything there that can reattach a severed arm to this suit?" She whistled, and drew it out a bit, "What the hell did you do to it, Rob? I thought you said those people would be easy pickings." " Mutants," he spat, "The scourge is here, too, though not in anywhere near the numbers we're used to. Still, there's even crazier crap around, too; I've been running into Area 51 type stuff out here too. It's insane. So can you help me, or am I SOL?" "Wellllll..." she replied thoughtfully, "I could send a drone with a nanite kit, that might do the trick... But I don't know if the Doc is willing to sacrifice another one. Remember that fiasco with Eighteen." "I remember," replied Stryker. He had started to respect the cocky bastard more and more for even making it back in one piece; the people here were far from the pushovers he had expected. "It'll be an in-and-out drop, just leave me the kit and get the drone back home. Thirty seconds, tops." "I don't know, Rob. I'll have to run it by the Doc first." "There's no time!" Stryker insisted, "Look, I'm so close to the info I can taste it, but I'll be wiped out and back at square one if I can't get that repair!" His response was a long silence. He was starting to think he had lost the connection when he finally heard, "You owe me one, Rob. Big time. Give me 5 minutes to prep the drone." "Thanks, J. Make sure he's armed too, just in case. It's hairy out here." "Got it. Over and out," she said, and the connection died. Stryker stood guard over the severed limb, his shoulder sparking ominously. He dared not pick it up yet, as it would cut his weapons complement in half. He swept his attached arm slowly from side to side, keeping keen watch for the girl and waiting for his repair drop...
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Post by Razor on Jun 24, 2005 16:52:57 GMT -5
She hadn't been ready for it...the speed of the brute had caught her completely off guard. Before she could do anything it was over...she remembered the appearance of the girl...the rocket impact to her chest...then...pain, and blackness. A small pinpoint of light pervaded her thoughts, and Nikara pushed her eyes open to the rather horrendous sight of a faceful of dumpster. She gagged in disgust and quickly yanked herself out of the garbage and onto the ground, taking a moment to clean off her leather suit of the gunk, even as the tingle of a 'respawn' as her father had called them began to wear off. "...damn...that was whacked...what in the hell..." She rubbed at her head, remembering the appearance of the girl. "****, she helped me!" Her monologue was interrupted by a cheery little tune coming from her miniature uplink. She snatched it up and quickly pressed the recieve button. She could only stare and listen as the message her father had sent her played out. She clicked the save message button.
"...well...dammit, now I have to go return the favor..."
-Next time you should take my advice...and NOT kick the huge mech suit in the back...-
-What do YOU advise then? It's not like YOU'RE strong enough to cut through it...-
-I could always try to crush through...though I suggest precision charged Mauler blasts to the joints...-
Nikara had already started running through the alleys, looking for some sort of familiar landmark, something by which to find her way...she passed the old bar where her father had once holed up for so long...the ruins of the old G5 building...and finally stumbled across the street where she landed.
-Right...now I just have to retrace my steps...-
She pulled out her Mauler and flicked the switch to set it to charge mode. It let out a familiar buzz as plasma energies began to build. "Don't worry, kid, I won't leave you there alone..."
-Might want to move a little faster? Considering that guy has an auto-loading rocket launcher, I doubt even that girl would last too long...-
-For the last time, Mitsukai, when I want your opinion I'll ask for it!-
-Oh, by the way, I think you should cut down on the Gn'thrar, you look like you're starting to put on a little weight...-
-...oi...-
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Post by DaHaK on Jun 25, 2005 22:17:51 GMT -5
DaHaK sat outside the area in which the sounds of the fight had taken place, hoping the Cyborg hadn't seen him. the rocket he fired was powerful enough to cause DaHaK serious if not fatal damage, and probably end up dropping him halfway across the city. he checked his suit's readout conditions and cursed silently to himself as the readout scrolled through a list of less than optimal conditions. Low amounts of plant life, and not many other forms of life nearby, maybe enough to get a 3 or 4 percent charge on the Chaos Cannon in about 6 or 7 minutes, and by the sound of what the Cyborg was saying, he'd have reinforcements in about 5. he switched the Chaos Cannon to charge mode anyway and settled in to wait.
Five minutes later the weapons cache came into view. He began the locking process, and hoped that he would be able to finish before he ended up being discovered. Almost as if by clockwork, the second his helmet sounded the audible beep of an acquired lock, the Cyborg turned and saw him. Moving as quickly as he could, he fired a volley of autocannon fire at the weapons cache, not even staying to watch if it hit, and turned to face the oncoming Cyborg.
(OOC: hope nobody minds if i jump in to finish him off)
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Post by Draxas on Jun 26, 2005 2:07:24 GMT -5
Stryker watched the last seconds of the timer slowly count down toward his ETA. He felt fortunate; there had been no sign of anyone since his encounter with the mutants. The timer on his HUD finally clicked down to 0:00, and moments later a message came through on the comm.
"Rob, we're ready on this end. What's your situation?"
"All clear," responded Stryker into the comm, "Feel free to initiate at your convenience."
"Affirmative. Establishing the gate link... Now."
To Stryker's right, a portal similar to, but smaller than, the one he had arrived in materialized from the air. A moment later, a man carrying a large, grey, metal suitcase emerged. The one carrying the case looked almost, but not quite, identical to Draxas; biologically, his features would have marked him as a twin. However, his motions seemed much too stiff to be normal, the cybernetics seemed a bit cruder, and a mounting bracket fitted with a large plasma blaster sat mounted on the back of his forearm, none of which were in character.
"UNIT D-X-S-ZERO-THREE-TWO, REPORTING WITH NANITE KIT AS REQUESTED, LIEUTENANT STRYKER," he intoned stiffly and robotically, as he carried the suitcase over to Stryker and set it down on the ground.
"Thank you, #032," Stryker responded, "Now help me reconnect this limb, and you can return to base."
"AFFIRMATIVE," said the not-quite-Draxas. It bent down to open the suitcase, and Stryker finally moved to retrieve the severed arm. Reaching down, he happened to glance back at the landing pads from the corner of his eye...
Stryker spun the suit's torso 180 degrees once again, with the severed arm in hand, and let the suit's legs catch up at their own pace. He had spotted someone in a suit of green powered armor pointing a weapon at him, and primed his rocket launcher to defend himself. No sooner had he turned to face this new assailant than a stream of shells began to pepper the area. They plinked off of Stryker's suit as if they were rain, but tore up the concrete around him. He heard several shells strike metal targets nearby, and then the drone intoned, "UNIT UNDER ATTACK. RETALIATING," as it brought its plasma blaster to attack position and let streams of superheated gas fly at their attacker's position. Stryker launched a pair of rockets as well as he held his ground against the assault.
Their assailant dove behind some nearby shipping crates, and the plasma bursts flew wide of their target. The follow up rockets also failed to connect, as one slammed into the parked ship and the other into a nearby air traffic control tower, each taking gouges out of the impact site with the explosions but doing little actual structural damage. Their attacker raised their weapon above the level of the crates and fired blindly, sending shells in an even wilder spray than before. Stryker responded with one more rocket aimed at the crates, which blasted the stack down on top of whoever was behind them. The attack halted... for the moment.
"#032, forget about them!" commanded Stryker. He glanced over at the drone, and spotted several thin rivulets of blood spreading stains across his shirt, as well as the exposed metal of his chestcage where the shells had impacted and ripped away the overlying clothing and skin, "Apply the nanites and return to base immediately!"
"WARNING," responded the drone, "NANITE KIT HAS BEEN DAMAGED BY ENEMY FIRE. APPROXIMATELY 48% OF THE NANITES HAVE BEEN DESTROYED."
Stryker cursed under his breath. "Take cover behind me, apply what's left, and then evacuate! I refuse to be responsible for sustaining combat losses on this mission!"
"ACKNOWLEDGED."
The drone did as it was told, moving the case and itself behind the bulk of Stryker's suit. Stryker cringed as he saw the ragged pair of holes leaking silvery liquid in the surface of the case. Still, he surmised, as he kept a close watch on the pile of crates. They hadn't moved, The cut was very smooth and clean. There should be very little the nanites would need to mend to restore funtioning, so there should be enough there...
The drone removed several aerosol-style cans from the case, and began to spray their contents onto Stryker's damaged shoulder. After roughly 15 seconds and 3 cans worth of spraying, all the exposed contacts and broken machinery within the shoulder joint were coated in what appeared to be a silvery liquid metal.
"APPLICATION OF NANITES IS COMPLETE," intoned the drone, "COMMENCING EVACUATION."
Stryker glanced over to watch the drone march into the portal, and the portal implode into nothingness after it passed through. He raised the severed arm into the position it normally fit into, and tried to match it up as precisely as possible as he pressed the damaged shoulders on each part together. He was almost immediately rewarded as the red-black blinking arm on his HUD swiftly changed to a solid bright red, and then began to fade and shift towards yellow...
Stryker grinned, but his attention snapped back to the landing pad as the pile of boxes began to stir once again.
"Friend, you picked the WRONG time to [CENSORED] with me..." Stryker growled to himself as he took aim with the rocket launcher once more...
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Post by DaHaK on Jun 26, 2005 19:55:45 GMT -5
(OOC: notesurfer has given me permission to post here before he posts)
DaHaK dived to the side of the pad while attempting a target lock on the newly attached arm, when something caught his eye, something blonde. he magnified the image and smiled quitely behind his visor.
"To the contrary, I think right now is a perfect time to take you on"
He cycled his weapon to the Plasma Pulse Cannon and checked the lock status one last time, waiting for Athena to make her move.
"All I need is two minutes and this guy's as good as dead."
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Post by N3B on Jul 1, 2005 23:39:07 GMT -5
OOC: Anyone defeated my machine yet?
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Post by Draxas on Jul 2, 2005 1:29:28 GMT -5
Maybe if your machine would quit hiding in an alley and start becoming a participant in this arena, someone might defeat it. Translation: We've ignored it completely.
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Post by N3B on Jul 2, 2005 1:38:45 GMT -5
My machine shall wreak havoc... tomorrow. Gonna sl33p now.
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