Post by N3B on Jul 12, 2005 21:48:56 GMT -5
The repulsor lifts on the small disc elevated it up over the ledge out of the alleyway and into the streets of Chicago. The red scanner on the top plane of the disc read the environment and generated a holographic image of a middle-aged man in gray slacks, untucked formal white shirt, black vest, and a leather brown tenchcoat. It was designed to be a common pedestrian based off of the pictures the disc had taken and processed.
Using this disguise, Salen continued down the streets, using its small, but effective radar system to attempt to find a combatant for it to train against. There was one red dot fairly close, not pressed along the edge of the radar screen like the other few. Turning to his left, Salen began walking calmly down the damp sidewalk along the side of shops, bars, and apartments.
The machine whirred quietly as it kept the holographic form walking, heel to toe across the pavement towards the anonymous red dot. As it neared the target, it began running data analyses across the distantly targetted foe:
Name: Chris Hunter
aka: Scar
Age: 29
Appearance: 6'2, 145ibs. Lean and muscular, with pale skin and a scar running from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his chin. Normally wearing a black jumpsuit with the Snakelord Inc. logo on the back of it. Black Combat gloves and black boots.
Weapons:
2x Falcon 2's (silenced)
1 Crossbow
CI Sniper Rifle
2x Maulers
1 DMC
Advantages: A steady hand and great weaponry skills make him a deadly Snakelord Inc assassin.
Disadvantages: Still suffering from lasting effects of surgery, gets weary easily and never as strong as he used to be.
Focusing primarily on the foe's described advantages and disadvantages, the holo-form changed to one of a 24-year old woman with short-cut, sleek black hair wearing skin tight spandex with a hefty utility belt supporting a ZZT, Falcon 2 with scope, 3 poison daggers, and a tranquilizer.
It began processing the sensor fields that it would project into the holographic field to register wounds from bulletfire, physical blows, and environmental encounters. With the proper coding, Salen was ready for combat. She pulled the Falcon 2 from her hip, spinning it on her index finger before catching it in a tight grip with her fingers. She then took the ZZT off her opposite hip and set the safety off.
Crouching down, she used her knees as a spring and jumped straight into the air, grabbing onto a low-hanging catwalk from a fire exitway. Using her momentum to throw her body vertically up and over the catwalk, she bounded off the wall of the apartment up to the next catwalk and quickly ran the remaining steps to the roof.
Crouching low on the safety rail she looked through the scope of her pistol and found a man in black attire with a distinctive scar across his face slowly walking down the streets to a fancy hotel. Not wanting an unfair start to the match, which would hinder progession of the target trainee she dropped off the 4-story building, nimbly dropping onto her toes, letting her knees absorb the impact and tipping into a roll to vanquish the rest of the impact pressure.
She stowed her ZZT in the hip holster and slid a dagger from a sheath and threw it end-over-end at the wall a mere 7" in front of Scar's face. The tip of the dagger embedded itself in the wall with a loud chink, scattering small debris on the pavement in front of Scar. Recoiling, Scar pulled his face away and quickly checked his peripheral vision to find the target; woman in swanky black stealth attire.
Quickly, he grabbed at the dagger with intensions of hurling it back at the assassin, but his hand passed right through it. Stunned at the anomaly, he tried again before realizing he was wasting seconds of preparation on the odd knife. He pulled dual silenced falcons from holsters on his jumpsuit and dove to the side, firing a few distraction shots towards the assassin.
She was quick to drop to a knee and push off the ground with a foot and roll clear of all the bullets, but Scar had anticipated that. He already had one Falcon aimed at a spot on the sidewalk across the street, right were his foe was rolling. He pulled the trigger 3 times, sure that the bullets hit squarely with the assassin. He saw sparks on the far wall as they hit a dumpster, but to his suprise, also saw the woman recoil and grab at her chest.
She was quick to her feet, and bound at inhuman speeds in a zig-zag pattern towards Scar. He couldn't keep an eye on her, and was forced to jump out of the way as a hand-held knife lunged at his throat from right beneath him. He landed hard on his shoulder, trying to get back to his feet. He stumbled hand-over-hand around the alley, breathing hard and dropping the near-wasted clip from his Falcon 2.
He positioned both at the entrance to the alley for a few seconds, quiet as a mouse, beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. After a few more too long seconds, he looked up and saw the assassin bounding down the walls of the building toward him, firing sub-machine gun fire at him. He dropped behind a small collection of tin trashcans which absorbed the impact of the bullets and toppled over.
Standing from his haven, Scar took quick and careful aim at the target, fired a bullet at her stomach which she narrowly dodged with a nimble, acrobatic backflip. Aiming more to the floor, he fired off several bullets hoping to catch here in the legs and disable her movement. He saw a large shower of sparks unnaturally spray from her feet, followed by a cloud of smoke.
She quickly bolted out of the alley and disappered in the bustle of the streets.
Scar checked the streets for her, but didn't see any signs. He figured he was safe for the time being and stowed his weapons back in their hidden holsters on his jumpsuit. He began slowly walking back towards the hotel, recovering his breath and constantly checking over his shoulders. He came to the spot where he had originally been attacked, and took another close look at the dagger.
He reached out with his gloved fingers and grasped the handle, swiftly pulling it from the wall.
"What the," he muttered as he held it before him. "This wasn't solid before..."
He dropped the knife on the ground thinking it was best just to leave it be and let the police or some gangster deal with it. A few feet from him and the knife lay a small sparking metallic disc, making a horrid revving sound and flickering an image of darkness from a projection lens.
He passed it by and entered the doors of the Royal Oak Hotel.
In the storm drains, a young woman with long, brown hair, ice blue eyes, and white business attire readied her two Assault Rifles, hoisting them under her arms. She flipped her arm out and checked the small radar screen on the device strapped to her wrist and found the nearest target; blue dot, male civilian. With inhuman speed, she bolted for her first target.
Using this disguise, Salen continued down the streets, using its small, but effective radar system to attempt to find a combatant for it to train against. There was one red dot fairly close, not pressed along the edge of the radar screen like the other few. Turning to his left, Salen began walking calmly down the damp sidewalk along the side of shops, bars, and apartments.
The machine whirred quietly as it kept the holographic form walking, heel to toe across the pavement towards the anonymous red dot. As it neared the target, it began running data analyses across the distantly targetted foe:
Name: Chris Hunter
aka: Scar
Age: 29
Appearance: 6'2, 145ibs. Lean and muscular, with pale skin and a scar running from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his chin. Normally wearing a black jumpsuit with the Snakelord Inc. logo on the back of it. Black Combat gloves and black boots.
Weapons:
2x Falcon 2's (silenced)
1 Crossbow
CI Sniper Rifle
2x Maulers
1 DMC
Advantages: A steady hand and great weaponry skills make him a deadly Snakelord Inc assassin.
Disadvantages: Still suffering from lasting effects of surgery, gets weary easily and never as strong as he used to be.
Focusing primarily on the foe's described advantages and disadvantages, the holo-form changed to one of a 24-year old woman with short-cut, sleek black hair wearing skin tight spandex with a hefty utility belt supporting a ZZT, Falcon 2 with scope, 3 poison daggers, and a tranquilizer.
It began processing the sensor fields that it would project into the holographic field to register wounds from bulletfire, physical blows, and environmental encounters. With the proper coding, Salen was ready for combat. She pulled the Falcon 2 from her hip, spinning it on her index finger before catching it in a tight grip with her fingers. She then took the ZZT off her opposite hip and set the safety off.
Crouching down, she used her knees as a spring and jumped straight into the air, grabbing onto a low-hanging catwalk from a fire exitway. Using her momentum to throw her body vertically up and over the catwalk, she bounded off the wall of the apartment up to the next catwalk and quickly ran the remaining steps to the roof.
Crouching low on the safety rail she looked through the scope of her pistol and found a man in black attire with a distinctive scar across his face slowly walking down the streets to a fancy hotel. Not wanting an unfair start to the match, which would hinder progession of the target trainee she dropped off the 4-story building, nimbly dropping onto her toes, letting her knees absorb the impact and tipping into a roll to vanquish the rest of the impact pressure.
She stowed her ZZT in the hip holster and slid a dagger from a sheath and threw it end-over-end at the wall a mere 7" in front of Scar's face. The tip of the dagger embedded itself in the wall with a loud chink, scattering small debris on the pavement in front of Scar. Recoiling, Scar pulled his face away and quickly checked his peripheral vision to find the target; woman in swanky black stealth attire.
Quickly, he grabbed at the dagger with intensions of hurling it back at the assassin, but his hand passed right through it. Stunned at the anomaly, he tried again before realizing he was wasting seconds of preparation on the odd knife. He pulled dual silenced falcons from holsters on his jumpsuit and dove to the side, firing a few distraction shots towards the assassin.
She was quick to drop to a knee and push off the ground with a foot and roll clear of all the bullets, but Scar had anticipated that. He already had one Falcon aimed at a spot on the sidewalk across the street, right were his foe was rolling. He pulled the trigger 3 times, sure that the bullets hit squarely with the assassin. He saw sparks on the far wall as they hit a dumpster, but to his suprise, also saw the woman recoil and grab at her chest.
She was quick to her feet, and bound at inhuman speeds in a zig-zag pattern towards Scar. He couldn't keep an eye on her, and was forced to jump out of the way as a hand-held knife lunged at his throat from right beneath him. He landed hard on his shoulder, trying to get back to his feet. He stumbled hand-over-hand around the alley, breathing hard and dropping the near-wasted clip from his Falcon 2.
He positioned both at the entrance to the alley for a few seconds, quiet as a mouse, beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. After a few more too long seconds, he looked up and saw the assassin bounding down the walls of the building toward him, firing sub-machine gun fire at him. He dropped behind a small collection of tin trashcans which absorbed the impact of the bullets and toppled over.
Standing from his haven, Scar took quick and careful aim at the target, fired a bullet at her stomach which she narrowly dodged with a nimble, acrobatic backflip. Aiming more to the floor, he fired off several bullets hoping to catch here in the legs and disable her movement. He saw a large shower of sparks unnaturally spray from her feet, followed by a cloud of smoke.
She quickly bolted out of the alley and disappered in the bustle of the streets.
Scar checked the streets for her, but didn't see any signs. He figured he was safe for the time being and stowed his weapons back in their hidden holsters on his jumpsuit. He began slowly walking back towards the hotel, recovering his breath and constantly checking over his shoulders. He came to the spot where he had originally been attacked, and took another close look at the dagger.
He reached out with his gloved fingers and grasped the handle, swiftly pulling it from the wall.
"What the," he muttered as he held it before him. "This wasn't solid before..."
He dropped the knife on the ground thinking it was best just to leave it be and let the police or some gangster deal with it. A few feet from him and the knife lay a small sparking metallic disc, making a horrid revving sound and flickering an image of darkness from a projection lens.
He passed it by and entered the doors of the Royal Oak Hotel.
* * * * * * * * *
In the storm drains, a young woman with long, brown hair, ice blue eyes, and white business attire readied her two Assault Rifles, hoisting them under her arms. She flipped her arm out and checked the small radar screen on the device strapped to her wrist and found the nearest target; blue dot, male civilian. With inhuman speed, she bolted for her first target.