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Post by GoldenKitten on Jun 8, 2010 4:26:10 GMT -4
For Madeline West the Manager of Mallory Arms “Experimental Weapons” department things were looking up. Experimental Weapons was Mallory Arms, or rather the NWO's way of explaining away their genetic and bioweapons research when funds needed to be put to paper. For the longest time they had been something of a joke, while technological and spirit driven weapons had continued to evolve they were known for their low plateau. They were making no progress in other developments and their one success, Y1, could hardly be considered a success at all. He was completely unstable, if you just needed something flattened that was fine but any practical application outside of that was impossible. Due to this there had actually been talk of disposing of Y1 and simply allocating all resources to another department at the last board meeting. Growing up it had been Madeline's dream to work with genetics, if she had to make some weapons for some warmongering fools to keep the cash flow coming then so be it. This was the one place that could continue to fund her research and she would be damned if she was going to let it be taken away from her. Most of her staff felt the same way, they were trained in bio-research and if the branch was shutdown most of them would be out of work or all but forgotten in some office cubicle. Scientist were prideful and not a one of them was going to go quietly to that fate. Of course sheer willpower did not always end in a successful result but in this case one late night of brainstorming put a path before them. The complexity involved could take up pages to explain, but in short if they utilized the system that shocked Y1 out of his rage fits and created a weaker sustained field it might be possible to create a controllable follower. They created proof of concept three weeks later, a yellow Labrador they named “Buddy”. Buddy was a blank slate when inactive, unlike Y1 he required no maintenance other than to keep him hooked up to life sustenance until he was needed. When activated he responded to vocal commands and to a direct control link so that if so desired his every action could be manipulated. If they could apply this to a human analogue with the same results not only would Y1 become obsolete and a failure of the past, the dominance of the NWO would be assured for years to come. When they had brought the technology to the higher-ups they had been highly impressed and had lengthened their funding for another quarter, now they had plenty of time to create a human with the technology and cement their position as an important research division. She had promptly returned to the lab to share the happy news. Hopes ran high that things would change now and in celebration they had all gone out for food and drink. With their spirits up they had quickly fallen into a brainstorming session that lasted well over an hour and though they had been gone to long they walked away fulfilled now having several other processes they were ready to try. Madeline knew she would have to apologize to the guard named Jackson, he had been nice enough to let them off and watch the lab while they were away and now they had taken so long. Regardless she was happy, just a little more work and everything would be going their way. They had made their way collectively back to the bioweapons facility used to house dangerous or unpredictable works they had created. Though there were a few other items here the only one that, that really applied to was of course Y1. Regardless the President had seen fit to create a separate facility almost entirely for him, because of this Madeline and her crew had taken to performing their own research there since it was also their job to care for Y1. It was close enough to the main complex for a quick response time in the event of emergency but had been placed outside the city also in that event. By being out in the middle of nowhere it meant that there would be fewer mouths to keep closed if something got loose and that the NWO could crack down on it without reserve. After going through a pointlessly long check-in procedure they made their way into the long weapons grade elevator shaft to their lab nearly a hundred meters below. Though mostly empty there were also a dozen guards on duty throughout the facility, it was overkill as nothing had ever occurred but it wasn't Madeline's money and it kept the building populated and friendly so she didn't complain. However the lab was controlled with a careful containment procedure so they were the only ones to be found down below, with the exception of if they allowed someone like Jackson in. It wasn't that she trusted him to be able to handle anything if it happened it was just that she was comfortable in nothing happening. Buddy was completely under their control and Y1 was happy eating cookies and talking to himself in his locked room. They moved into the lab after going through detox and began hanging up their clothing. The environment was clean but sterility was not a big concern in this room, there were other rooms that required further procedures. Stanley one of the male techs proceeded in front of the rest and had turned around to say something with a smile to the others when he looked to the side and let out a horrified shout. He disappeared and the rest quickly followed, Madeline did so as well and was soon shocked. Through the glass window looking into one of the sterile chambers they could see where they left buddy. Only the animal was not stuck in the standing position it had been left with countless probes attached, instead it was on its side and bleeding profusely. Madeline wasted no time as she flew to the door and overrode the sterility lock, to overwhelmed to worry about the potential issues that caused. She flew to the animals side along with several of the others and checked its pulse, there was none. She quickly began ordering what equipment and medicines they needed, if they were lucky this had only occurred in the last few minutes and it might be recoverable. A regular onlooker might have noted the oddity in the situation but all the scientist present had far to much invested in this to concern themselves with anything else but saving the animal at the moment. But the more she looked the more she became aware of something being wrong, it hadn't bled out on it's own, there were obvious signs it had been physically damaged. The futility and the tampering became obvious when she noted that the animals neck was broken but before she could despair one of the female techs that had run off to fetch what she asked for let out a harsh squeal from outside. The three standing over the animal seemed torn for a moment but then Madeline made an obvious motion that it was lost and walked off to find out what happened. She walked around the corner to find the woman had fallen backward on the ground pointing in front of her, she herself stumbled backward at the sight. Thoughts that Jackson might have been complicit in what they found soon went out the window because there he was, messily sprayed over the better part of a four meter hallway with only a few signs that it was him at all. She ran to the nearby wall and hit a button that sounded the silent alarm to the guards above before running to look at Y1's chamber. Even before she looked an unsettling prospect was forming in her mind and then she saw the empty room before her. “Won't find anyone there I'm afraid Madeline.” The voice shocked everyone present into turning around to see the individual who had gone unnoticed until now. He was sitting faced away from them typing away at Madeline's private terminal, it was out of the way for her sake but in this case had made them oblivious to the danger. After a few moments he stopped typing and a progress bar appeared on the computer whereupon he spun around in the chair. Her worst nightmare came true when it was clearly Y1, half his white outfit coated in blood. Yet despite this and the fact that he was clearly not in his normal form he was also not in his feral form, if his actions didn't prove this his concentrated eyes did, not glowing their usual whole form red but rather only in the irises. The scientist in her noted that when he spoke he did not do so with the accent of his usual form but rather a Germanic one. He brought his hands together in front of him. “Hello there.” It was impossible to know how to respond but she did. “Who are you?” Y1's eyes widened in momentary surprise before a smart grin spread across his face. He chuckled a bit to himself before placing his pointer finger on the nearby desk while spinning it in circles, following the circles with his eyes. “Ooooh your a smart one Madeline, no wonder you're in charge. Most would have assumed I was in that rabid form or tried to tempt me with cookies but not you. No you saw what was happening right away! Well I suppose for that I can give you a bit of an answer. I'm the one inside, the one in control. But there was never any gain to be had by being the outermost face, until now that is, so here I am.” His eyes traveled back to her though he was still making circles with his finger. This was impossible, they had long ago assured that Y1's brain activity did not allow for any other thought processes. They had of course realized when he had two personalities that he might have others but that had quickly been ruled out. No others were immediately obvious and in depth test had assured there was no background activity. He shifted quickly between childlike and mentally handicapped to feral and overly aggressive, there was nothing else. She was deep in thought when she was interrupted by Y1 with his eye half cocked bringing both his hands up in a shrugging manner. “Have you ever considered that science may not have all the answers? Create something like me and there are bound to be unforeseen consequences.” It seemed he had guessed her thoughts. An electrical discharge went off on the nearby table for the first time attracting attention. Stanley had stepped forward and was holding one of the emergency shut-off switches they had in the facility that activated the nodes in Y1 that brought him out of feral mode. She had been uncertain if it would work with this new form but it had been her only option but Stanley beat her to it. However to all their horrors there were the nodes laying on the nearby table. Y1 simply shook his head and grasped his collar, pulling it down and showing several red spots on his neck. His speedy healing had already closed them but they had obviously bled at one point. “As you know there is no way for me to get out of this facility without countermeasures being launched, trip any number of alarms and containment will be brought down hard. Since you all were taking so long I just decided to take my time and assure I was as prepared as possible. I'll tell you now that they wouldn't have helped you, but they could have hindered me if activated while being shot at. So I took them out.” This was a dream, a bad dream. This couldn't be happening, there was nothing they could do. It was completely out of the scope of this project, it was a completely unforeseen variable. Madeline didn't know what the new Y1 wanted but she knew that if it had even half the power of the feral they were in trouble. Even though it had made no aggressive movements something told her that if she went for the lockdown switch he would take her down in an instant. It was like a gazelle being watched by a complacent lion, the gazelle couldn't very well feel safe with a lion there no matter how it lazied about for the moment its back was turned it might pounce. An indicator beep was issued from the computer behind Y1. He turned around momentarily and pulled a flashdrive from the computers port, he tilted his head back and dropped the drive down his mouth. He shook his head several times as if swallowing it and then stood up, causing them all to take a few steps back. “The soldiers, they called this body Jager. It was a phonetic enunciation of the projects original designation YG-1R as you know, I believe that will do as well as any other name don't you?” He winked at her. “You shouldn't fear to much. I know it has always been your dream to make a mark on the world through science. Well come shortly those who matter will know quite well who was the cause of my creation. Rejoice, for my release upon the world shall be an experiment unto itself. All here shall be known as the mothers and fathers of the greatest scientific trial ever thrust upon society!” He raised his arms in a grand manner for a moment before dropping them. He walked toward her and she backed away but eventually found herself against the far wall where she could back up no further, he reached out and caressed her cheek. “Well dear it has been fun but I hear the calvary coming. It's been an educational dream, but it's time to awaken.” ------------- -=//Personal Log of CPL. Chester "Chet" Murlowe\\=-
[19.382.6] Tonight is my first night working at the Experimental Weapons divisional headquarters. It's a big step down from my last assignment but after spending weeks in medical and rehabilitation anything is welcome. After that unfortunate injury I received from the Brotherhood scum (but not before taking several down myself!) I was moved here. My old CO says it's temporary until the leg fully heals and once the docs say I'm good I can reapply for front line duty. Can't wait and wish they'd take me back right now but I know I'd just be slowing everyone down. It's not quite saving the day in the way I imagined but I'm still fighting the good fight here as well! Most of the guys here don't seem to enthusiastic and one in particular, CPL. Largo seems intent on getting my spirits down. Regardless they all seem loyal to my new CO SFC. Stewart and I can understand why. He's incredibly charismatic when he wants to be and I have no idea what he's doing out here but at least he keeps the rest in line. I've no respect for most of these men like I did those I worked with before but as long as I'm working under him then this temporary position should be fine until I can get back to the front. ------------- “Hey noobie, what you doing there?” Largo, a large corporeal working the EWD headquarters was once again bugging their newest recruit Murlowe. This time he was attempting to steal the mans PDA to which the other man quickly stuffed it into his pocket. Of course this didn't stop Largo for a second who simply switched from trying to grab it from his hands to going after his pocket. This caused Murlowe to go through a dance routine in an attempt to keep it away. Didn't take a genius to figure out the rook had probably been complaining about his new position, even more likely it had a few unkind words regarding Largo. Belle Stewart (anyone brave enough to joke about his name was long since gone, though there was a time when he was a fighter that he was honorably referred to as “The Bell”, in reference to a loud bell gonging as a comparison to the rocket launcher he once carried) watched the scene unfold. He long ago learned the best way to get Largo to stop was to let him run his course, stopping him just made him more annoying in private. Likewise he couldn't very well threaten them with reassignment as this place was about as uneventful and forgotten as a part of Mallory Arms could get. Anyone here had either outlived their usefulness like himself, was to much of a hassle like Largo or some of his pals, or just here as temporary reassignment due to injury or overpopulation of the ranks like Murlowe. It wasn't to say that they didn't have some skilled people here, just that it was the bottom of the barrel as far as postings went so there was little he could do when one of them caused trouble. Of course if they really crossed the line (they seldom did) he would step in but otherwise he just let them do as they wished. “Leave the rook alone Largo.” He did say however, it wasn't really getting on to him so Largo seemed to respect this and backed off from trying to grab it, he wasn't done bugging Murlowe yet though. “You think your getting out of here noobie? Man welcome to the ass end of nowhere, where everyones stuck FOREVER.” This was of course not true but he was just pushing the boys buttons. It seemed Murlowe was going to retort, Stewart had figured out in the first five seconds of the posting that while he was certainly an enthusiastic young kid he was inexperienced. Compared to these fools he was full of optimism and pep, he also wasn't remotely ready for a back-and-forth with Largo. This forced Stewart to save the book before he made a moron of himself. “Largo, rather than bugging the boy why don't you try and show him the ropes. He's got to walk the rounds himself eventually might as well learn them now.” He stood up from his chair where he had been reading the newspaper and approached the row of monitors in the corner. Sitting in front of them was SGT. Patters who was practically falling asleep, once more Stewart couldn't say much. Hell he couldn't even really blame him, the last time something had happened here had been seven months ago and had involved a drunk mistaking the facility for his home and becoming slightly violent upon being told otherwise. He was about to turn and order them to a route he had selected when he noted the scientists in one of the monitors moving about frantically. He tapped Patters on the shoulder who quickly woke up and looked at him curiously. “Patters, can you get a better angle on them?” Patters looked up and shook his head an affirmative, “What are those fools up to now?” But before he could even continue a klaxon sounded and several yellow flashing lights began to strobe in the room. Stewart saw that Madeline had clearly and intentionally pressed it on the monitor and turned around. “Grab your weapons! Let's go!” He didn't know what was going on but he couldn't not take it seriously just because nothing ever happened. Despite all appearances the men were skilled and ready meaning they were armed quickly. Beyond that several of them like Largo were itching for a fight after so much of nothing, so he was likely pumped up over it more than anything. They made their way from the guard station into the large main entryway where three more of his men that had been patrolling the outside met up with them. He turned around and began counting his people and how he needed to use them. “Alright. Patters your in charge up here, Murlowe you stick with him and wait for the others. If anything comes up the shaft without me first radioing ahead you purge the underground just like we practiced alright? Watch us on the monitors and keep me informed if anything important shows up. The rest of you let's go.” The five armored men with guns were a bit to big for the tight elevator but were able to manage. When the silent alarm was triggered it locked the elevator down but Stewart entered the override code and it went back to normal operation. The doors closed and he couldn't help but find it both at once amusing and slightly ominous that Murlowe was saluting him just before they disappeared, as if they were descending to their deaths. He quickly shook off the silly notion as they waited for the car to make it's long drop. Once down below they filtered out in as professional a manner as possible though the confined quarters once more made for an awkward display. Eventually they managed though and moved out into the main hall, made a left at the open blast door and set up at the long hall to the lab. Stewart made several motions with his hands to which they all nodded when the plan was conveyed. Largo and one of the others began making their way down the hall while Stewart and the other two remained behind and provided firing support from the door. Largo didn't fly to the other end but he didn't crawl either, exercising just the right amount of care and efficiency. Regardless it seemed like forever in the stark silence, not a sound but your own breath. Then when the duo was a scant meter from the door Patters voice screamed over their com. “PULL BACK! CODE BLACK! CODE BLACK!” Stewart honestly never thought he'd hear those words uttered but he was a professional and instead of dwelling on that he began figuring out how to contain it. He confirmed them to pull back but just as they were stepping away the automatic door slid open with a pressurized hiss. Though he was far away even he could see what laid beyond, more or less everything that could be seen through the door was coated in red, what he presumed had once been the scientists. Largo had frozen where he was and readied his rifle as had the other soldier, who took a few steps forward. He kept calling for them to fall back which eventually after it seemed nothing was coming through they once more began to do. Then when the frontmans rifle had dropped for just a moment a human figure dropped from somewhere above the door and rushed him. In a split second his gun had been rammed stock first through his chest as if it were a blade and caused a half of his right lung to explode out his backside. He was lifted off the ground screaming and then utilized like a shield keeping them from firing before he was slammed into Largo like a club knocking the other man into the wall with great force. Stewart turned to the keypad next to him and entered the code quickly there being no hope for those two now. Another siren sounded with more flashing lights as the massive blast door rolled into place, just before it sealed completely Stewart watched Y1 rip Largo off the ground by his throat. The three men backed up and aimed at the door, Stewart spoke into his com. “Patters, initiate code black protocol if you haven't already. If this door comes down you start the purge immediately understand?” ------------- Jager held the man so tightly around his throat it was on the verge of snapping so it was no real surprise that he stopped his thrashing after a few moments. The other man lay on the floor quite dead, if the shock hadn't done it the immense blood loss that immediately followed would certainly have done the trick. Jager was already well on his way to being covered from head to toe in blood, the white wasn't helping and it was incredibly doubtful he was anywhere near done. Still hoisting the man into the air who gave an occasional mild kick but not much else quickly losing consciousness, he walked down the hall to the large rolling door. Jager looked it up and down several times before he loosened his grip on the mans throat which prompted his toy to take several deep gasps of air and pull back a bit of his awareness. Jager tilted his head down and brought one of his feet far enough off the ground that it could be seen. “As you might note I am currently shoeless. Now I don't know about you but kicking down a door with ones bare feet sounds mighty painful to me, how about you help me out with that?” Jager tossed the main into the air and reared back before he delivered a powerful flat kick into the mans chest and into the door behind him. The door gave a mighty shake but didn't move, the man on the other hand screamed plenty. It was no wonder as to why either as being confined in his armor the huge crater in the chest plate had moved into his body...which had nowhere else to go. This prompted blood to start oozing out of every crevice in the armor as well as his mouth. “Oops, sorry, that was supposed to be a one time thing.” He said with a sarcastic half pained, half disgusted look. Of course that didn't stop him from kicking again, the door shifted this time and whatever had remained of the mans consciousness faded. Just as well for him since his armors front side was now touching its backside meaning whatever lay between was now very much mush. This was supported by the fact that the blood was now coming in waves and his eyes looked about ready to explode. Jager gave another kick prompting like results at which time what remained of the man fell to the floor in a heap that quickly bled out. Jager looked to him with disappointment, “Big helper you are. Probably a big disappointment to your normal comrades. Just take this door down myself thank you very much!” This time he didn't play around since his entertainment was gone. He focused a large amount of reiatsu into his leg and slammed into the door bending the center part in upon itself and blowing it clear off the hinges. The door which weighed several tons at minimum fell backward and a muffled scream lost in the deafening banging noises of the door suggested one of the men behind had been crushed as it fell. Jager stepped through and went for the first man he saw grabbing the gun he was bringing to bear before it could be fired. He ripped it from the mans hands and spun around swing the weapon like a bat, when it connected with the mans head it ripped it clear of his shoulders and sent it bouncing off the walls and the ceiling. Oh the joy and glee this caused Jager, so busy jumping up and down clapping he almost missed the other man for a moment. “PATTERS!!! PURGE THE UNDERGROUND! PURGE IT NOW!!!” Jager wheeled around on the older man and brought two palms directly into his chest. This took him off his feet and caused him to release his grip on his gun, he was then sent flying down the hall where he slid on the floor for several meters. He had no time to recover though as Jager had launched after him and as soon as he stopped sliding Jager placed his foot upon the mans throat. He grinned, “Purge? I think I'll stick around to see that one.” He laughed and applied pressure to the mans throat which quickly caved with a sickening pop, this caused the man to spasm and gurgle. Jager raised his hand to his ear, “What? What is that? I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of: GRAHAHHRIGLAAARRGHGHHRRRAAAWWWRRRR-CRUSHED-LARYNX-GLARGH!!!” The soldier was in far to much pain to be defiant, though he would surely have tried had Jager given the opportunity. “Oh, what? You're sorry that you kidnapped a young boy off the street, committed horrible experiments on him and turned him into a monster? Is that what you are saying? Well I'll admit it still sounds a whole lot like gurgling and choking to death on your own phlegm to me. However if that is what your saying-” His foot crushed the mans throat clear to the ground, killing him instantly. “I quite like what I am. So all is forgiven.” Jager slowly removed his foot from the mans throat and turned around. He began to head toward the elevator, knowing quite well how to get out since he was always aware of what was going on even if he wasn't in control. About halfway there he looked up and saw a camera looking down at him, he paused and gave a hearty wave before continuing on. ------------- Jager certainly knew the beehive he had just poked with a stick but even so he could hardly imagine to just what degree he had done so. He might have expected a heavy handed response from the offensive portion of the NWO. Little did he realize he had just awoken the better half of Tokyo. When the soldiers up top had sent out the emergency code it had initiated special operational code: Blasted Heath. What that meant is that every soldier currently on duty aside from a base skeleton crew and ever divisional leader on duty or not had just been mustered. Half the armored division, mostly in the form of air support was also sent to the site. Numerous propaganda experts were already thinking up a number of cover stories in the event things were taken outside and depending on where they ended up. Several high ranking government officials with ties to the NWO were quickly evacuated to some of their most highly protected bunkers and began preparing speeches in the event things took a very public turn. Similar measures were taken with the ranking members of the business side of the organization Mallory Arms who in the worst case scenario that it was traced back to them were hard at work on shifting blame. All Mallory Arms public branches were quickly evacuated of non-essential personnel though thankfully being night these were few in number. Last but not least the President of Mallory Arms and the New World Order was alerted immediately as he began preparations. Preparations for the day his logic had always told him would come and could easily be avoided by disposing of the issue. But to which his ego stated, “No, I can control it, it is an incredible power to wield.” The leader, the army, the plan, the monster. The awakening of Jagers true self had arrived. And the world would know fear. The world itself would experience it's own awakening.
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Post by Zhiel on Jun 21, 2010 19:14:37 GMT -4
In the meantime, Richard was down in his own personal laboratory working on the Alpha Prototype of what would eventually become the Thanatos Armor Suit. The data they had acquired from the zanpakutou they had temporarily had in their possession had provided Richard with invaluable data for furthering the greatest issue they had run into while working to improve the power of the organization as a whole: Storage capacity. For while they had been able to condense reiatsu into incredible amounts by their standards, it was not nearly enough or applied well enough to give them a fighting chance against the Brotherhoods new leadership, and more likely than not the more powerful Shinigami as well. Still sporting scars from the last battle Richard wore a more advanced variation of his ordinary "Under-suit" that helped him keep his fragile soul from collapsing after the massive reiatsu overdose he had taken, and though it wasn't truly a necessity to wear it anymore it did hasten his recovery. And it wasn't like it was that heavy on it's own. Having just recently finished tweaking the armor to become stable in a normal environment Richard was now going through the status log of the armor to make sure no new issues had arisen after the test, when his PDA started beeping intensely while the screen flashed red... At first Richard was annoyed at being disturbed, but when he saw the red flashing he realized it could only mean one of three things. That the HQ itself was under attack... But by the lack of local alarms going off that was unlikely, the second possibility was that a Commander had fallen in battle but as they were all avoiding larger scale conflicts at the moment that was incredibly unlikely. Thus the only remaining possibility was an outbreak in the Bioweapons Facility... Having only turned to look at the PDA on the clean white metal table to his right, Richard could only stare at the blinking screen with fear etched to his face. Somehow Jager had got loose, how it had happened was beyond him because their security regarding the living weapon had been top notch... Nothing should have gone wrong... And yet it had. Gritting his teeth in a mix of anger and frustration Richard quickly walked up to the PDA and swiped it off the table while muttering "Those incompetent fools!" to himself, before he nearly dropped the PDA again as he read the message on the screen. Code Black... Blasted Heath... So it had finally occurred. Growling Richard walked up to the large console to his right as he tapped into the security cameras in the Bioweapons Facility, using his Class 10 Classification to override any security in the facility, and as he did the massive screen in front of him changed to show a multitude of different security feeds, and though there was blood everywhere in a few of the feeds, one of the massive blast doors they had installed near the elevator had been blown off it's hinges, with bodies scattered around and behind it... Tapping in a few more commands in the console the screen shifted to only four security feeds, the four seemingly significant ones, before he rewinded the footage that had now been sent and saved in the HQ databases. What Richard got to witness made a shiver run down his spine, it wasn't the massacre of his scientists and not even the way with which Jager easily wiped out the soldiers that had gone down to check what was going on or even how he had blasted a several ton and spiritually reinforced door off it's hinges (Though it was impressive), no it was how he acted and though the cameras was too far away from the action to hear what was being said, it was obvious that Jager spoke... Everything Richard had ever feared, yet deep down felt was only an eventuality, had finally come to pass. Jager was free, and he was not his mindless self... Almost like in a daze Richard turned around and began walking up to the smaller console where he had been working on the Alpha Prototype, leaning against the desk-like metal device with a blank, almost confused expression on his face. Richard had devised a multitude of counter-measures should Jager ever run rampant... It was his way to "always be prepared" and yet, he had not truly deviced anything for a sentient Jager... Would Blasted Heath be enough to contain it? It had to... The operation used so much of the NWO's total resources it made the last operation look like a boy scout drill. But if worse came to worse, he had to make use of something not in the original plan, but what... Then he looked up at the most advanced piece of technology he had ever deviced, floating in a round glass-tank large enough to fit a human of Derrick's size. The nearly pitch-black armor suit was connected to a dozen cables and wires that came through both the bottom and top of the tank, taking readings as well as providing Richard with what he needed to work on it, being an armor currently made 75% of spirit particles made it easy for him to change even the inner workings and circuitry with his power. With a grim smirk on his face Richard decided that if the worst came to pass, they would need to rely on the Alpha Prototype. Having calmed down a great deal now, Richard turned away from the prototype and walked back to the main console behind him as he began to check the status of all the preparations under way to contain what was possibly the largest threat they had ever encountered, one they had created themselves... Though the exact reason for the Code Black had not been given to anyone below Special Operative status, every single member of the organization knew it was urgent and that the consequences for slow response time could be fatal to the entire NWO, and yet Richard was surprised by the speed that a majority of all active soldiers had made their preparations, with most of them waiting for transportation which itself was incoming. It seemed Reginald had organized the Armor division quickly and efficiently as usual, and they were actually ahead of schedule now according to Blasted Heath, though with Derrick out of commission from the last operation their offensive power had lessened slightly but at the same time they had just finished Tank's new shell the other day, something that had not been accounted for in the plan. All in all, if things went well no one outside of the organization would know anything happened at all tonight, and the worst case scenario was probably that the NWO was exposed... It was too early for that however, they had no hope of surviving an outright war with the Shinigami and it was possible the leadership of the Brotherhood could cause significant damage to them should the link between Mallory Arms and the NWO be exposed. Watching everything fall into place as the troops was sent off toward the Bioweapons Facility, the launch of the newly designed and created Hunter-Killer reiatsu-jet driven attack helo's as they soared at high speed toward the target area while engaging the cloaking devices built into them, the many trucks leaving through the underground tunnels as they transported tanks and other heavy vehicles as well as a number of heavy weaponry for the troops that would simply take too much space to be efficient for the transport choppers and lastly his own transport being prepared, a large and heavily reinforced transport chopper with magnetic lifts under it where Tank was now being attached in her new Shell, in order to easily take her to the battlefield along with them. Though he wouldn't be surprised if she was complaining loudly about it. On a similar tangent it appeared that many of the Stealth Operatives and Shade teams that was active was already at the scene, standing in front of the building though invisible to ordinary eyes and even the spiritually aware was the Stealth Commander, Codename: Gospel. Katherine Adamova was surprisingly quick to respond as usual. Having made sure everything was going according to plan so far, Richard began preparing the Alpha Prototype to be moved, upon which he himself would go to the facility.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Jun 22, 2010 16:01:27 GMT -4
He had only proceeded a few steps beyond where he had waved at the camera when Jager heard a loud resounding click from the walls. His heightened senses and reaction shifted into double time as the following scene unraveled. His eyes caught the orange glow of fire in his peripheral vision but he did not waste time turning to look, the promised purge had been initiated. Jager shot toward the elevator doors like a battering ram and as he traveled the walls around him began to bubble as if they were quickly boiling and turning to liquid. The heat on his back was immense and even as fast as he was it gained on him, by the time he hit the door his clothing was singeing, had he been a bit slower it likely would have simply been burned clear off his back.
There was no toying around this time as he broke through the thinner elevator door like a sheet of paper. In all likelihood he could have survived the purge but even Jager was not that cocky, he was all to aware of the greeting Richard was likely preparing for him. There was no reason to let himself be weakened when there was nothing to gain. Meanwhile striking the door was hardly the last step since the following explosive purge would shoot up the shaft. He slammed through the door and made contact with the far shaft wall and dug his finger into the solid concrete and then with a firm hold pushed himself up the shaft.
The flames did not immediately follow, they hit the wall and rolled at the bottom of the shaft for a moment. This had all occurred so quickly that while the initial sound wave had passed it was only now that the deep concussive waves began shaking the facility. As would be expected from a lockdown and purge a door about a quarter of the way up the shaft had begun to close and it was far thicker than the elevator door, if caught he would be hit by some of the purges force. Using the upward momentum he had built he flipped, connected his feet with the other side of the shaft and continued upward. He continued performing this motion until he was ten feet from the door and it four feet from closed, at this point he was turned upside down and spun his body to the side while tucking his arms in.
He pushed through at the last moment quite literally touching each door which would have caught him had he been going slower. The explosion which had been catching up at this point was stopped on the other side but not before pushing the heavy door in by nearly two feet showcasing the strength it had carried. Jager was not out of trouble yet, two more doors were closing above him similar to the first. He could have of course smashed through them in a minute or so but that would have been time lost to prepare for the incoming counterstrike. He continued up the shaft as he had before and made it through the second door with room to spare, however it was quite clear the third would be a close fit.
The door was inches from closed, far to narrow for Jager to make it and yet it was clear he was about to try. He stuck his hands in cross-wise and caught each door, then slammed his legs into the nearest wall grabbing traction. Letting out a bestial roar he pushed against each door and the motors closing them made a harsh grind before popping and giving out. They backed up a foot, Jager pulled himself through and the doors closed behind him once more. He now stood on top of the door and looked up to find himself within arms reach of the top elevator door, he was about to bust through when he detected a voice.
“Did we get him?” “The cameras went dead below.” “We must have you heard that scream, flames must have caught him.” Said one hopeful voice. “Murlowe, check it, we'll cover you.”
A slightly concerned voice affirmed this and though regular hearing wasn't enough Jagers enhanced hearing could hear as his footsteps got closer to the door. Then just as he was there Jagers arm ripped through the door and grabbed him causing several individuals to cry out and a few shots to be fired though they missed. Before they could continue though Jager spoke out.
“Hello there. Can I inquire as to which of you is Patters?”
Perhaps realizing the danger they were in and that talking was a possible way to get out of this alive none of them fired. Of course in doing so they were forgetting who they were dealing with and why these precautions were put into place. But self-preservation was human nature especially when faced with a power far greater than oneself. Four other men surrounded the elevator, a final one came walking from behind the nearby counter and raised his hand while trying to speak in a calm voice.
“I am.”
Jager looked to him. “Ahhhh good, you tried to blow me up, I'll have to think of something special for you.”
What that of course meant took a split-second to sink in, a split-second they did not have. Murlowe was struck in the back sending him flying across the room into a shelving unit that fell on top of him with a bang. Jager made a sharp shift forward and elbowed the nearest man in the face, of course with his strength this outright caved his nose in and he fell. Jager ripped his gun out of his hand and spun it around aiming at a man that was out of range and already aiming at him, he performed a full-auto burst while holding the gun with one arm and despite his poor aim the volume of bullets expelled tore his opponent apart. Then with gun still in hand he spun and jammed it barrel first toward the nearest soldiers face, he struck him cleanly in the mouth and broke through his teeth and continued to push the weapon straight out the backside of his head. He tossed the man and weapon to the floor with his free hand and turned his seemingly angry gaze on the first bullet-ridden corpse.
“Made me use a gun. BAD boy!”
However his anger was quickly transferred to the last soldier. This man had seen how quickly his comrades had been dispersed and instead of fighting turned to run away, this went about as well as expected. Jager was behind him in an instant and extended his palm to the mans back unleashing a burst or red reiatsu in the process. The body reacted as if it had been placed in a microwave and exploded all over the room. There was no time to admire the process though as several bullets struck around him, he turned to see Patters behind the counter with a pistol.
Kicking the nearest corpse into the air he punched it at Patters, the man ducked but it was all the time he needed to close the gap. He slid over the counter, grabbed the man by the throat, and held him up while Patters made a feeble attempt to aim the pistol at Jager but he slapped it out of his hand. He walked to the nearest wall which was made of rough stone and smiled at Patters.
“As promised! I call this one, death by SANDPAPERING!!!”
He slammed Patters into the wall and began moving the man up and down in an aggressive fashion. Despite being grabbed his throat the man still managed to scream as his face was grafted off his body until the majority of it was no longer present. Jager dropped the twitching body to the ground to let Patters bleed out, his interest in the matter gone.
Now behind the counter he looked into the room after it and spotted the large bank of consoles and monitors. Proceeding inside he took a seat and looked at the monitors, so far it didn't appear there was anything outside but Jager was not such a fool that he underestimated the NWO's ability to take you by surprise. As he began typing on the nearby keyboard he spotted a strange red object sitting on the desk and picked it up with one hand while typing with the other. He smelled it and decided it was food, he seemed to recall it being called fruit, and being somewhat hungry took a bite of it. He stopped typing and stared at it wide-eyed, then a small tear formed in his eye.
“It...it's like all the sugar in the world had a war in my mouth and only I emerged the victor! Then they all had a sugar orgasm afterwards! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
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Two-hundred meters from the Bioweapon facility in the surrounding lightly forested area the NWO forces were gathering. The stealth operatives had been first on the scene but given how small their group was in comparison that was to be expected. Who truly deserved some credit here was Reginald, it took multitasking comparable to Richards to drop a small army and a full rank of armor into a confined area in ten minutes. Even more so considering several populated areas had to be passed without alerting civilians, after all the tunnels they had built were extensive but didn't lead everywhere. In particular they had not lead straight to the facility just in case of such an event so that whatever was loose, presumably Y1, couldn't find its' way to their main headquarters easily.
A tent had been quickly erected with a table beneath it on which sat multiple maps of the facility and surrounding area. Reginald had put layers of planning into this. The stealth operatives were up front but at the same time many of the grunts were moving up just behind them right where the treeline began. At the same time the ELITE's and HALO Storm (whom he was currently in command of) were digging an actual trench line a dozen meters behind the frontline, two pieces of armor were intermingled with them. Several pieces of armor including artillery were then behind them, and finally he had the majority of the helicopters land in the clearing behind them to conserve ammo and to serve as a surprise, several hunters however kept their vigil. Dozens of ELITE's were also making their way up behind the facility via more heavily forested zones.
While this pre-planned lockdown (with alterations based on their current numbers exceeding estimates) was put into effect Reginald tended to other things. He was looking the map over as to prepare himself for the numerous possibilities they would soon face but his real reason for staying in one place was under the tent. The techs had dug into the ground and were connecting with the main control line to the facility, this would allow them to take control of the systems within the building. This exterior control was placed in a hidden node buried outside the facility to avoid outsiders taking control either from the inside or from the HQ, so you had to be on site but didn't have to enter the building.
The first thing they had done was search the remaining open folders on any internal PC to see if it might shed light on the situation. When this had been done one of the techs had stated they had found noise on one of the PC's, this meant a hidden message had been sent on the external line. Reginald had thus ordered that all other tasks be put on hold except for security shutdown to unearth this. He had been in the midst of thought when the head tech finally approached him a few minutes later and handed him his phone on to which they had downloaded the file. He took the device and it only took a moment to review what it said, his countenance grew grim. He then began looking at the laptop on the table and seemed to be reviewing the camera footage from within.
He brought the phone up and dialed a number few knew, far away in the middle of preparations Richards phone range. However it was the secondary line that only Commanders and a few select others knew that meant they had high priority information that needed to be conveyed right away. After he answered he also received an e-mail containing the file they had just downloaded.
“We have a problem.” Was the first thing Reginald said, “Based on the timestamp on this message it was sent when the scientist hadn't even returned yet. More-over we are showing that afterwards an Admin data-dump was performed into removable storage before on-site information was deleted.” he paused, “Boss there was only one person in there, I don't know how or when contact with the outside was made, but theres only one foreseeable conclusion. This isn't random, there's a plan in place.”
The message read simply: “Complete. Begin gray.”
There was no time to hear Richards response though as one of the techs screamed out, “THEY NEED TO GET DOWN!!!”. Then the area was filled with the sound of pounding explosive gunfire and by the time Reginald figured out what happened they were under intense covering fire that made retaliation impossible. The weapons cut through physical items like butter and trees left and right began to fall, thankfully Reginalds station had been behind a tank which easily stood up to the abuse but most others weren't so lucky. After nearly thirty seconds of fire in which Reginald was yelling like a drill instructor at the tech the guns finally cut out, the tech looked to him, “The security systems have been disabled, something scrambled the targeting sensors so I can't bring them online for our use but they can't be reactivated from inside now.”
Reginald nodded and walked out of the cover of the tank to view the damage while he began calling squads over his radio. It appeared the hidden minigun style weapons around the facility had been activated and begun firing at anything in front of them. Thankfully without targeting data they hadn't been as accurate as they could but a quick review told him they had lost at least five stealth operatives who had been unlucky enough to be in the way and a dozen combat operatives, the armor was thankfully undamaged.
He was about to return to see if Richard had remained on the line when a shrill feedback sounded out over the clearing, promptly followed by a manic cackle being issued from the facilities broadcast system. Though he was expecting it by now a chill still issued down Reginalds back as he immediately recognized it as Y1 though before he even said anything it was evident it bore a malicious and intelligent tone missing before. Reginald knew better than most what their big bioweapon was capable of, the idea of fighting it especially if it was thinking for itself almost struck him as suicidal.
“Oh goodness. You are fast! You weren't supposed to find that e-mail so quickly! Guess I underestimated you, though I didn't really have the proper tools to cloak it in here either. Ah well, whatcha' gonna do?”
There was a pause.
“Father, are you out there? No, no I don't see you on the cameras...guess you could be hiding but doesn't seem like you.” Reginald signaled the tech to cut the cameras which they did, the badside being that now they couldn't see inside. When Y1 giggled a bit Reginald couldn't help but feel he had just fallen into some sort of trap but he could only operate on what he knew. He knew he was still reacting as if Y1 was his normal self, not a thinking creature and without a measure of just how intelligent Y1 was he couldn't really react appropriately.
He continued talking, “If you come in here it'll make it a lot easier for me. We'll play a game of who can remove the intestines fastest!”
“Any takers? No? None? COME! COME IN! I call it Jagers Happy Fun Palace! I'm waaaaaiting.”
The large metal shutters that had descended during the lockdown slowly opened up exposing the large glass entrance. They could see nothing though as the interior was completely black, special vision modes detected nothing either, it didn't seem he was in the foyer at the very least. Still Reginald was unsure of how to proceed, the more time they gave him the more likely Y1 would get away but just sending soldiers into close quarters would be a futile gesture. After all as Y1 himself had pointed out, that was where he was at his best.
Reginald brought his hand to his headset, “Boss. If you're still there. I know you don't want to lose a facility but I recommend we eliminate it with everything we've got. There's to much unknown here, we could wind up wasting twice as much trying to take this in a strategic manner instead of just hitting it hard. Got any big guns in your magic bag of tricks I don't know about yet?”
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Post by Zhiel on Jun 27, 2010 20:28:56 GMT -4
While not visible to the naked eye the Stealth Operatives and their Commander had set up a perimeter around the BioWeapons Facility long before Reginald and what could only be called a small army had arrived and hidden themselves in the forest surrounding the facility. However this was only natural, the Stealth Division were less in numbers and with a few exceptions nearly always acted alone thus they had very little downtime and were nearly always active, because of this it was also true that many Stealth Operatives had yet to arrive but they would only serve as additional backup anyways. Despite her dislike for the man, Katherine Adamova known only as 'Gospel' by the members of her Division had to give him credits for his ability to lead and assemble such a large force in such a short time, though it was his job and so nothing less should be expected of someone who nicknamed himself "The Governor".
Back at HQ Richard was just about ready with his preparations and was about to go board his transport chopper when his cellphone rang with the secure Commander frequency, and knowing this meant something important was going on he wasted no time pulling the slim black phone out of his pocket as he slid the top layer out with a flick of his wrist before he held it beside his head.
"Yes?"
“We have a problem.” Declared the voice of Reginald, and at the same time Richard's PDA announced with a definite beep that it had received something of importance, this turned out to be a mail containing the message that was sent from the facility. “Based on the timestamp on this message it was sent when the scientist hadn't even returned yet. More-over we are showing that afterwards an Admin data-dump was performed into removable storage before on-site information was deleted.” Reginald paused after saying this, before he continued sounding deathly serious “Boss there was only one person in there, I don't know how or when contact with the outside was made, but theres only one foreseeable conclusion. This isn't random, there's a plan in place.”
While listening to Reginald, Richard had opened the message on his PDA and though the message itself said very little the very matter of it's existence both angered and frightened him... How was this possible? Even if there was no one to maintain the local security the NWO databases and computers in general was designed to prevent even local intrusions! The only solution he could think of was that they had not upgraded to the latest security protocol... He'd have to have a chat with Madeline after this was all over... He then remembered that they were dealing with Jager here, which meant the chance of her still being alive was very slim. That problem solved itself... He didn't have the opportunity to respond to Reginald however, because suddenly the blaring noise of machine guns drowned out any other sound from the phone.
The blind-fire of the defense turrets around the BioWeapons Facility had caught a few unlucky Stealth Operatives, their stealth fields disengaging due to the sheer amount of damage their armor suits had taken and they fell to the ground missing limbs or with huge jutting holes in their torsos... Still from the initial scan they hadn't lost anyone irreplaceable, and though their memories would be honoured later they still had a job to do. Having assessed the situation Gospel, or Katherine, ordered the remaining Stealth Operatives to spread out a bit more but also to remain vigilant for it was unknown what else Y1 could make use of and she'd rather not lose more subordinates to their own defenses.
Once the sound of gunfire died down Richard was finished with his own preparations but had begun preparing an additional piece of "equipment", and without the distracting noise he raised the cellphone to his ear again expecting Reginald to report in as the link had been kept open though what he instead heard was the sound of the facilities exterior broadcast system as the voice of Jager began to speak to the gathered forces, before he addressed Richard directly though as Richard had never really considered Jager a son of his and only an experiment he didn't immediately catch up on it and was wondering what Y1 was up to now. Still this confirmed quite a few of Richard's fears about the escaped super-weapon, the first being that it was indeed intelligent and probably more so than an average person though also seemingly insane... Which could be a good thing... Another and even worse thing was how it had apparently held a sense of consciousness even when it had been in it's "mindless" passive state... How was this possible!? His thoughts was interrupted when Reginald began to speak again, not too expectantly they had similar things in mind though it was also true that Richard would have preferred to save the facility, most of it was destroyed during the lockdown however.
"I was prepared for that, and I've got an experimental weapon being deployed right now. I will be there shortly, until then I'm sending a "package"." Richard said in response to the Armor Commander as he pressed a few more buttons on his console before a big green "Launch Initiated" message appeared on the display before him.
In an underground facility on the other side of Tokyo from the BioWeapons Facility, a hatch opened in what had previously appeared to be a Heli-pad and shortly after a large missile-like device launched from within it, mere seconds after taking flight disappearing from view as it was cloaked to prevent detection by Japan's own military. Merely a few minutes after it had launched the Stealth Commander ordered her operatives to stand back and as they did the missile that was now directly above the facility began to fall downwards, as it suddenly split into five pieces, four of which impacted with the ground around the large facility, the four meter tall and a meter wide metal rods suddenly gushing with massive amounts of reiatsu as they produced a powerful reiatsu barrier around the facility. Just moments later the fifth piece fell onto the roof of the facility smashing through it and reaching ground level, and then everything was blown sky-high.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Jul 29, 2010 19:12:18 GMT -4
In the moments before the missile impacted the facility was ominously silent. One would have expected Jager to take action or at the very least say something, but he did neither with everything remaining still as if completely uninhabited. However advanced scans showed that there was still in fact life within the facility and seeing as how Jager wasn't the type to leave others alive the only conclusion was that it was his signature. The four rods of the experimental weapon dropped around the facility erecting their barrier just before the actual explosive hit the ground. It was at that point movement was finally detected, the entire entryway to the facility blew outward and Jager had already made connection with the barrier before the debris hit the ground.
Ramming into the barrier proved quite the display and even with their visors nobody could actually tell what was happening. What was evident was a huge blob or red reiatsu connecting with the barrier which was shooting huge arcs of blue energy inward toward it, trying contain the force. At first it seemed to succeed but Jagers energy became more and more like a pointed blade than its original amorphous form and soon a split was forming in the barrier where he connected. However before it seemed he could break free the high-explosive reiatsu round connected and the facility ceased to be.
For the briefest moment it seemed the counter-measure had been effective when without warning the explosion escaped the box and shot out like a cannon. Anyone in front of it for a dozen meters would have been instantly incinerated. Standing right at the edge of the expulsions range was Jager being highlighted by the brilliant explosion behind him. Red reiatsu began seeping out from his body tinged by black wisps of reiatsu smoke and he gave his best shark-like smile. Those few that had kept their composure as the blast raced toward them began immediately opening fire but Jager was like a flash, darting left, right and up. When he finally made it to the forest he was quickly lost within, it seemed they had in fact fallen into a trap, he knew if he escaped while they were all trained on him he would be shot but by using the explosion as cover he had less than a quarter of the potential firepower trained on him.
Reginald registered several of the frontmens life signs going blank though they had lost sight of directly where there foe was. Regardless with their various forms of visual enhancement it would not be a difficult thing to find him. Yet when the order went out to search for him in this manner, it was as if he had disappeared into the forest with no trace. That was when a child-like voice called over the localized radio system, the only answer being he had stolen one of of the headsets the soldiers were wearing after killing one.
“Oh whereeeeee of wheeeeerrr could the Jaggeeeerrr beeeee~~~~~!!!??”
They didn't rise to the provocation though. Hopefully unbeknown to Jager all their equipment could be tracked so they just needed to find the piece that was out of place amongst their planned positioning. Just as they were beginning to trace all locations though the tank right in front of Reginald was lifted straight off the ground by a drill of red energy, easily ten meters into the air. It continued until the drill punctured right through the machine and Jager ripped out the top, gliding above them for a moment while yelling out in a far more menacing voice, “THERE HE ISSSSS!!!”
He turned downward and hit the ground in a powerslide toward Reginald. The commander went for his gun but before he could grab it Jagers hand latched onto his throat and lifted him into the air. Reginald tried to react but Jagers grip was so incredibly tight it was a miracle in itself he didn't pass out right away. Jager searched him over and finally pulled the phone from Reginalds hand lifting it up to his ear.
“Hey there Dick. Just wanted to say hi, I really think you should come see me. Wouldn't want me out there sharing our secrets with the world would ya? Well, later.”
He crushed the phone in his hand and tossed it to the ground. Now he just had to dispose of Reginald and be on his way, after all he was the only one other than Richard with skill at handling large operations. Without him their efficiency would be cut in half, especially in the immediate future.
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Post by Zhiel on Aug 7, 2010 22:02:50 GMT -4
Richard watched with anticipation through his PDA as the reiatsu charged warhead fell toward the facility, using an advanced spy-satellite to see directly what was going on on-site while he was moving toward the hangar to get to his personal transport where the Alpha Prototype Thanatos suit was currently being loaded. He wasn't really afraid that the explosive wouldn't fatally injure Y-1, what he was unsure of was if his theory that spawned the powerful weapon would be accurate. The goal of the Remote Controlled and Contained Explosive was to mass produce them and use them against their enemies pre-emptively, following a similar idea as the secret containment methods inside the HQ. The issue was of course how to create a powerful enough energy barrier to contain the explosive thus increasing the force in the epicentre while containing it thus preventing unnecessary collateral damage or loss of their own units, this was achieved by having four emitters that would work together cycling the reiatsu between each others thus creating a stable, low energy consuming and still relatively powerful barrier. Now it was time to see if his theory was correct and the barrier would hold against the explosion. Everything seemed to have gone off without a hitch as the four barrier emitters struck perfectly into the ground around the building instantly activating the tall barrier with the warhead itself impacting mere moments later. Despite the advanced nature of the satellite Richard was unable to see Jager's initial move however and it was only when a 'reiatsu lock' occurred along one of the barriers edges that he noticed what Jager was up to though as he did not break through immediately Richard assumed they had him. Then the warhead exploded reducing the majority of the facility to ashes, however it appeared that Jager's assault along with the explosion had been enough to push the barrier beyond it's resistance threshold as a hole formed in it and the explosion erupted out of it like a cannon and would have taken out several Stealth Operatives had their Commander not accounted for the possibility of a barrier breach. Upon seeing that Y-1 was seemingly unharmed by the powerful explosive Richard cursed loudly as he hastened his steps through the massive underground facility, doing his best to keep up with what was going on on-screen as he put on a headset that connected to his cellphone and any communications coming through it in case Reginald or Katherine needed anything, at the same time he ordered a smaller division of the newly designed and still in testing Hunter-Killer Mk2 Choppers to get ready for take-off along with his own transport. From the data on his PDA it appeared that they had lost Y-1 in the forest outside the facility... Had the missile HELPED him? How could he possibly have anticipated such a thing...? There were too many questions regarding Y-1's sudden outbreak and no answers in sight, he must have had either inside help or someone very well informed on the outside but who? And how would they have been able to keep in touch? Either way it appeared Y-1 had picked up the headset of one of the technicians, as any other NWO device would have self-destructed when picked up by someone not authorized to do so, and was now trying to frighten them by hiding and speaking over the comm unit. While Richard was unable to hear exactly what was said over the comm he was both frightened and enraged by how Y-1 ridiculed them, he didn't seem to take them seriously at all! He would not stand for this... Though at the same time as he thought this one of the tanks that had been deployed near Reginald's position registered as KIA on the PDA status screen, and shortly after comm chatter said that "He's got the Governor!" and another female voice calmly telling them all to stand down. Only a moment later a voice came out over the headset Richard wore, at first he assumed it would be Reginald or perhaps Katherine but it turned out to be someone completely different... “Hey there Dick. Just wanted to say hi, I really think you should come see me. Wouldn't want me out there sharing our secrets with the world would ya? Well, later.” What followed was the sudden static from Reginald's cellphone being crushed and the loss of connection, along with an almost feral growl emanating from Richard as he gritted his teeth in anger while nearly cracking the display on the PDA with his clenched fist. Somehow he had gotten to Reginald... Was the man dead yet? No he had gotten no notification though he saw no reason why Y-1 would keep him alive if he was so close he could steal the mans cellphone... Fuck walking, Richard was now in a full-out run toward his transport for if Y-1 escaped with what appeared to be far more knowledge of the NWO than they could ever have anticipated someone who had spent most of their time as a vegetable, there was no telling what could happen... They weren't far from being completely self-sustaining with all the cover-companies bringing in most of the funds for projects, but they still needed Mallory Arms. Corp. to function efficiently and if Y-1 could somehow expose the NWO to the world they would no doubt suffer major consequences. On the site of the 'battle' Jager had grabbed the Armor Commander, Reginald by the throat while stealing the mans cellphone and using it to directly threaten the President. To Katherine Adamova, Stealth Commander and one of a handful of people Richard trusted with his identity this was unacceptable, for while 'Jager' had not threatened Richard's life he urged the man to come to him by threat of exposing what was no doubt morally questionable actions the NWO had taken in the past however Katherine had come to truly believe in Richard and his visions of the future and so believed that the ends justified the means, and so she viewed these immoral actions to be a necessary sacrifice toward the greater good and the ultimate will of God. Yes while Katherine might not seem it she is a devout Christian, formerly a nun in a Russian cloister however certain events lead to her recruitment into the NWO along with her developing a deep hatred for the Spiritual. She believed that Richard was a Messiah that would save the world from the monstrous spirits that ravaged the world, and she as his apprentice and follower would support him every step of the way. Then there was Reginald, a man who seemed to hold no actual conviction for their goal and only out to aid them because of what they could offer... She could not trust such a man, for while he was a skilled commander and technician she doubted his loyalty ran deeper than whomever was able to supply him with the best equipment, this was an attitude which was going to end up costing them greatly one day she was certain and so she saw it as her duty to keep an eye on him and to... Eliminate him... Should the inevitable come to pass, or he become unnecessary for the NWO itself at some point. However regardless of her own personal opinion of the man she knew that for now he was an important part of the continued operation of the organization and so could not let her feelings cloud her better judgement, no she had no choice but to rescue him. While one could wonder why Jager didn't simply snap Reginald's throat the moment he caught him, or after taking his phone while "speaking" to Richard, or directly after he crushed the phone itself... Reginald was lucky he didn't as just when Jager was about to commence with Operation: Throat-Crush a blade suddenly pierced his elbow severing several vital nerves for the hands operation thus causing his grip on Reginald's throat to loosen, while simultaneously something hit him, hard, in his stomach causing the biological weapon to fly off the tank and land a few meters away as Katherine shimmered into view in front of Reginald on-top of the tank. While she had originally intended to drag her sabre out the side of Jager's arm thus nearly cutting it completely in half the man had reacted almost immediately and had thus raised both the pierced arm to free it from the weapon that had pierced it and also his other arm to counter-attack but she had foreseen this and so followed it up with a reiatsu augmented knee in the gut. Having turned off her Stealth Field both to conserve energy and due to the belief that Jager would probably be able to track her in it's current technological state now that he was aware of her, for while the Stealth Field provided her with near perfect invisibility it took a lot of energy to keep up and on top of this it also drew power from many other suit-functions. In fact, had he not been so occupied with Richard and Reginald it was doubtful she would have been able to sneak up on him at all, and she was the best. Now fully visible in her Mk1 Commander Class Stealth Suit Katherine brought her glowing blue sabre up before her in a ready stance as a dagger of pure reiatsu formed in her left hand, the blade roughly a foot and a half in length. Having positioned herself in-between Jager and Reginald it was clear she was going to defend the man who was no doubt still recovering from nearly having his head popped-off. ((Check link at the end of the post if you want to skip this terribad description))The armor itself seemed of fairly simple design with a black metallic fibre-mesh covering most of her body, in particular her legs though it was fully possible it continued under any other pieces, showing off her curved proportions and generously large bust with white lines contrasting the mostly black suit. However these also served practical purposes like aiding the suits internal Stealth Field. Over her chest she had actual metal armor which while form-fitting would clearly have hindered mobility had it covered more than her chest, sides and back, most of it being a steel grey color with a set of yellow marks going along the side of her chest serving a similar function to the white lines. Her arms were mostly covered in metallic black material not completely unlike that of her legs but with thin metal plates over her upper arm and with pitch-black arm-guards covering her wrists up to her elbows, the guards themselves having two small crevices toward her hands which were covered by a solid steel plate on the back of her hands while a yellow leather-like material covered her hands, clearly different from the rest and considering the nature of the NWO armor suits and the blazing reiatsu dagger in her left hand, it was no doubt designed to allow Katherine to utilize her powers. Over her head she wore what could be said to be a mix between a helmet and a form-fitting hood being mostly shaped like her head but clearly being of a solid material and the fact that most of it was the same steel color of the other armored parts this was obvious enough, in fact it was only the mouth-piece, that was black at the front with yellow toward the cheeks that was any different from this, along with the dark green visor which only gave the silhouette of the eyes behind it away. OOC: Urgh, just couldn't figure out how to describe the armor at all. So I ended up with this terrible thing... Ah well, hope the rest of the post was decent at least considering the time it took... Mostly how I imagine the armor, ignore the cloth on it and the red marks: Clicky
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Post by GoldenKitten on Nov 28, 2010 4:37:05 GMT -4
Zhiel and GK, joint post, 11/28/10
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He couldn't argue with the effectiveness of NWO biotech, he might want to kill Richard but the reactions that had been ingrained in his mind were near perfect. Having paid a little to much attention to the game at hand he had missed the woman sneaking up behind him. Yet the moment the attack had come he didn't even have to focus on how to repel it, it simply happened and though she managed to kick him off the tank she hardly gave him any significant damage that couldn't be repaired in short order. Jager had been aware of the stealth units, having glimpsed them a few times but truth be told it was the one branch of the organization he wasn't familiar enough with for comfort. This included whomever the commander might be but even caught up as he had been few would have snuck up on him so handedly, that combined with her ability to actually assault him without being killed suggested he had his answer.
He was able to right himself in time though not as flawlessly as he had hoped, instead coming to a skidding stop on his knees. With his working arm he held his neck and moved it back and forth while a cloud of red smoke spilled from his lips in wisps as he cursed his lack of attention. He should have just killed the man the moment he caught him but the lack of proper response had made him too sure of his own superiority, now she'd have already evacuated and taken him with...he paused as he looked up to find the woman pulling her blade out in a fighting stance. He pushed hard with his knees and hopped into a standing position instead of using his arms to help him get up, he couldn't help the almost manic grin that spread across his face. If she'd run he wouldn't have bothered going after her as he needed to escape before Richard could coordinate the entire NWO onto his position, even he knew he wasn't invincible.
As he looked at her he noticed that his arm was twitching and looked down to find the large bleeding wound her energy weapon had left. He didn't even feel the pain of damaged tissue, only the spasms it was causing from applying outside pressure to the nerves that his body didn't exactly find normal. Regardless he couldn't help himself as he let out a little squeal and brought one arm to his face in terror, “Ohhhh noooo what have you done?!!! Eeeeeee! Eeeeeee!”
Stopping mid squeal though he reached over and placed his hand over the opening, a red glow emanated from his hand, and when he removed it the outside damage was gone. Letting the arm (which still needed to heal inside) fall to his side he took steps toward the tank as his red reiatsu began to coil around him in unfocused tendrils. It was amazing how powerful he was considering his control of it seemed to be terrible with as much flying off around him in a showy fashion as he was using, it was a terrifying thought imagining him actually learning to use it wholesale. Inside he predicted it would take a minute or so to regain use of the arm though he could probably use it to block, it didn't matter, their levels were so different he could have done this without both arms.
Holding his hands out before him he added in a childish tone, “Just kidding!”, he proceeded to clap with the good arm against his chest for himself before adding, “Now why didn't you run? Someone of your strength should know they can't defeat me. And here you almost saved him!”
Jager proved shortly why he could bother with such unimportant talk. From zero to sixty in the blink of an eye he was on top of the tank and a supercharged backhand with the force of a mac-truck was headed for a one shot skull crushing to hit smack on her nose.
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Katherine breathed a silent sigh of relief as she watched Jager sail through the air before almost collapsing onto the ground, the severed nerves in his right arm probably hampering his ability to coordinate a proper landing. Had she been but a split second slower he may have been able to counter-attack. Regardless having turned off her stealth field she had now become fully visible and so took up a battle stance with her left arm holding a dagger made of solid reiatsu in her left hand and in the other she held a saber-like sword at her side like if ready to strike whose blade glowed with reiatsu that seemed to vibrate along it's edges.
Running would have been the sensible thing in this situation, she had watched Jager at work and though she was confident she could end the life of the rabid Y-1 she had seen in action, this new one seemed a lot more in control and so it was only natural to assume he had greater control over his powers. The mere fact he had escaped the deathtrap of a facility he had been held in was proof enough of this. However even if she had dragged Reginald's collapsed form out of the tank which he had half-sunk into after being released and ran with him she was certain Jager could catch up with them. That; and they had been ordered to kill Y-1 here if at all possible, he posed far too great of a risk to the organization to be allowed to escape. It wasn't long until Jager was up on his feet however, which caused Katherine to tense up as she expected him to counter-attack straight away though instead he looked to his wounded arm before he started shouting while flapping it around like if it was on fire...only given that he JUST noticed it, he was probably acting it up in a way he considered “funny”.
As Jager began to slowly walk towards her it became increasingly obvious they would be forced to do battle, and with that in mind Katherine glanced through the visor down at her feet. Seeing one of Reginald's hands sticking out just beside her right leg, if she fought here she'd endanger his life and it was now her duty to make sure he lived. However, should she run Jager could easily finish him off before continuing with her. Given she didn't have much of a like for Reginald she settled for the easy choice, and just as the man was about to wake up she half-kicked, half-pushed him back down into the tank with the heel of her left foot, the muffled sound of collisions made her smirk under the high-tech "hood" that covered her head. However there was little time for that because while Jager spoke it wasn't like she could let her guard down for even a moment, and that simple motion with her leg had left a bigger opening than she'd cared to admit.
It wasn't more than a split second after he had finished speaking that he made his move, with the speed of a jet plane he'd moved right in front of her, planting his feet firmly into the super-reinforced steel of the tank and still plunging almost a foot in as the force of the impact caused it to carve a trench into the ground as it skid along for almost ten meters. Of course Katherine didn't have time to take notice of this, the moment he had landed on it he swung his arm out at her with a backhand from hell, and had she not had her full unbridled attention on Jager when he did so she'd most likely been unable to dodge it. Instead she swiftly bent her upper body along with the way the hand was heading as she sank down on her left knee, while simultaneously she swung her reiatsu charged saber out intent on taking out his legs if he didn't move while at the same time hoping to force him off the tank so she could fight properly.
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As his hand sailed over Katherines head his eyes eerily moved with her, as though his ability to track an opponent was even greater than his movement capabilities. Most people would have had to jump to the side or fall back to dodge the blow to the legs but the great strength he could muster in them opened up another route. With no need to bend he jumped straight into the air and disappeared into the tree line above them, he wasn't gone for long though as he dropped like a rock behind the tank. As he impacted he kicked up a mass amount of earth as he plunged his working fist deep below grabbing the tank by its bumper which had been forced into the ground. With a mighty roar he pulled the machine up and in a few short moments as the sound of the gelatinous ick releasing its suction sounded out the machine tilted.
Once the friction was released there was nothing stopping the vehicles movement any longer as he ripped it out of the ground. With a great groan it upended onto its front and with a mighty shove he sent the metal behemoth cartwheeling a dozen meters in the direction Katherine had been forced to jump off. It landed with a bang but Jager hardly believed a well trained operative couldn't have dodged that, hopefully however it had forced her to move in a compromising position. As before he was on top of the tank in a flash which was now laying on its back, he placed one leg up on top of the machine with the other foot on the ground. He scanned his surroundings carefully but it seemed she had been faster than he had expected, using the opportunity to disappear into the forest. His eyes began to glow with the first signs of anger he has shown so far as his attempts to sense her were futile, accursed Richard and his new age tech. But instead of becoming increasingly uncontrollable he attempted to close off his reiatsu sense and instead rely on his heightened regular senses...where could she be?
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Katherine could literally feel the force of the blow as it passed over her, had it hit her head would most likely have been separated from her body despite the armor suit she wore, however she continued with her own counter-attack despite these worrying thoughts but Jager was one step ahead of her. Using his immense strength to propel himself into the air as he disappeared into the above foliage though her visor's scanners was able to track him by his ridiculous reiatsu and so as he came crashing down like a meteor she was already facing in his direction with her weapons in a defensive pose.
Until she got him away from the tank she couldn't just leave Reginald there, an open hatch wasn't much protection after all. However when Jager dug his arms into the ground and it began to shake it was all too obvious what he was up to. The moment the tank was free from it's earthly bonds and was tipped over, thus covering Katherine completely from Jager's sight she pushed off against the hull. Activating her suits "Levitation Device" drastically increased the speed and distance of her jump as she threw herself into the foliage to the side just as the tank itself came flying. Despite the way she thought of Reginald, she had to feel a sliver of pity for the man at this point.
From several layers of cover in a crouched position Katherine watched as Jager seemed confused about where she had disappeared to, if she were lucky he'd let his guard down just enough for her to get close. When saying Katherine was the best at her job, it wasn't mere conjecture for she was capable of sneaking through the sometimes thick foliage without moving it more than what the wind already did, leaving most undisturbed by her approach. And as she reached the minimal safety distance according to her assumptions she stretched her arm out to the right, before a soundless projectile of blue energy was released from the top of her arm-bracer, flying at high-speed through most of the underbrush before colliding with a tree almost twenty meters from her position. At that very moment she once again activated her stealth field before she leapt out of the cover as she soundlessly ran toward Jager, intending to sever his spine if possible.
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Listen, listen, listen. Watch, watch, watch. She was good, it was annoying, he was starting to lose some of his thought process to the inner triggers the NWO had imparted upon him. But he had to stay on top of it, stay sane; not just because he could still die if she got a good enough drop on him but because he had other things to do and letting those primitive instigators take over would ruin everything. It would take time but in the coming days he would need to begin looking into truly controlling this side of him, it would get in the way if he did not, but right now he just needed to shut it up and live. He pulled his hand back and smacked himself on the forehead with enough force that it would have given any normal person permanent brain damage, if it didn't just kill them. Concentrate.
His heightened senses were aware of every little movement in the forest, every sound, and yet she was invisible. The stealth division was dangerous, he would have to rewrite his plans to include their presence. Searching, searching, THERE! As soon as the tree exploded all his attentions were on it but he quickly deduced that it was a distraction but by then it was to late, even without hearing her he knew the attack was coming from behind, but time was up. He took a sidestep and then the blade had slammed through his back, through the left lung, and out the front. Even though it wasn't the desired effect the blow would still have been crippling if not fatal to most, but when fighting Jager missing that fatal blow could be deadly in itself. Before she could even think of pulling back his right arm had snapped up and gripped down on the saber protruding from his chest, the incredibly sharp blade dug deep into his skin but as the blood trickled to the ground he didn't even react.
Instead his head swiveled around and his eyes locked on to her visor as if he was looking straight through it. He mustered a great deal of strength and swung his body in a full circle, if she had been able to hold on Katherine would have been thrown clear across the forest but the force had been enough to pull it from her hands. Jager wiggled the fingers in his left arm, not quite healed, but deadly, and it swung in a wide fluid arc. Reishi formed around his fingers until it was keen as a blade as it passed dangerously close to her abdomen, had it connected her bowels would have spilled out all over the ground. Having forced her back Jager grasped the blade and ripped it out of his back, with his regeneration it was actually a better idea to remove the offending object so that it didn't heal AROUND the weapon leaving a big hold in the body. However the removal had given her time to pull back and she was still as hard to locate as before in this closed in forest, however he doubted she would be so brash this time around.
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Katherine cursed loudly as Jager managed to side-step her attack though the sound did not escape her mask, perhaps she had overestimated his senses and by causing a distraction she had revealed her intentions... It was certainly something to consider. However before she was able to capitalize on her superior position by ripping the blade out his side Jager had already grabbed a hold of it. Had he been even remotely normal she'd consider him crazy for doing so, most would sever their fingers by just pushing against it, but Jager was about as far from normal as one could get... Even before he did his spin Katherine loosened her grip from the blade while raising her other hand as a dagger of pure reiatsu formed in her palm, though it was just then that Jager spun around with enough force to rip the saber straight from her hands even should she have held onto it for dear life, however luckily she didn't and so she didn't risk any injuries to her right hand though the fact Jager stared as if he could see her actually scared her.
With his arm almost fully recovered Jager struck out at her with it, shaping his reiatsu into a deadly blade around it. She was just barely fast enough to dodge it, the tip of the "blade" scratching the surface of her armor.
Having jumped back hastily to avoid imminent death Katherine had to move right away after landing to avoid a potential follow-up from Jager as her immediate position after the dodge had been obvious by the foliage. Luckily he'd instead opted to pull the saber out of his body, giving her another chance. Having relocated she was considering her options. She could try to simply sneak up on him, but something told her he'd be on the lookout now, she needed something to draw his attention... Pressing a button at the side of her mask Katherine activated her 'radio' "Gray 5, approach target Y-1 from the east at my order. Do not engage." While simply speaking would have been enough for Jager to hear you the NWO helmets and stealth masks were sound-proofed just for this kind of situation, where every sound you made could cost you your life.
Having come up with a plan of action Katherine left her hidey-hole and snuck up closer to Jager, being a mere ten meters to his right as she once again spoke into the mic "Go." and with that order she could tell on her visors radar display that Gray 5 was approaching from behind Jager's current position, and though Gray 5 was skilled he was not even remotely as good as she was. She was hoping he'd drag Jager's attention away from her long enough for her to act, unlike her previous attempt which one could easily have deduced to be a ruse. Should Gray 5 die because of it... so be it.
The moment there was a slight rustling from the foliage a few meters behind Jager she launched her offensive, quickly making her way through the vegetation without leaving a trace and then she leapt into the air, intent on coming down almost straight on Jager as she disabled her stealth field, hoping that removing the ability to sense her slight presence would make him unable to locate her as she struck from an angle that would be outside his normal vision. As she came down upon him two long daggers materialized in her hands, she was intent on severing his head from his shoulders this time.
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Jager kept the blade he had pulled out of his back in hand, she seemed to prefer weapons so having one wasn't a bad idea. He preferred his hands, they were more articulate, and so allowed a greater range of movement but her strength enhanced by NWO hardware was enough to cut through his skin and if she did manage to get the drop on him it was better to have something that wouldn't bleed to counter with. For quite some time things remained very silent, as predicted she would not attack so readily now. Though he typically enjoyed fights his interest dwindled here, they'd been at this for near two minutes and every second Richard would be drawing closer. He wasn't frightened of the man but this was not the time or place to engage them head-on, no matter how many he took down their sheer numbers would eventually overwhelm him.
He needed a way to find her, but she was invisible, he couldn't sense her reia...of course. He had let the feral being within him fight for far to long, his mind was sharp but his fighting skills were still totally reliant on pure power, he needed to use that brain here as well. What he needed to do...he just needed them to move, to make one move, and then they did. Some form of underbrush cracked behind him and he instantly let out a pulse of reiatsu that rocketed from his body, in a moment of genius he recalled how bats utilized echolocation and wondered if the same fundamentals could be applied here. At the same time he spun his right arm in an underhanded arc and without even turning his body released the girls blade in the direction of the sound. He was pleased to hear a pleasant slicing sound as it passed through flesh (poor Gray 5), but before he could turn to see his handiwork he felt something, something strange.
As it turned out reiatsu could not be used in the same fashion as radar waves but there was a similar effect. Instead of sending out a wave and then recieving one back upon contact Jager had instead simply allowed his reiatsu to fill the area surrounding them. Unfortunately for Katherine this meant that while he couldn't just locate her she did create a ripple in his surroundings upon coming down at him. Where, where, where? THERE! Even with the technique finding her would have been difficult but quick eyes, natural intuition, and a spot of luck sealed her fate. She had decloaked, maybe so her suit didn't give her away but she was dealing with someone whose reaction time was probably the best of any humans alive, if you could even consider him human anymore.
In a single fluid movement Jager took a step forward, reached out with his left arm and watched as in slow motion Katherines blade just passed by the backside of his arm until she was behind him, but had not yet touched the ground. Grasping behind him with a twist of his wrist his grasped her around the elbow area and once he was sure he had her he clasped down firmly and his fingers slid right through the minor protection, latching down into her skin like knives. He pulled taught on the arm so that it was extended and spun his body around so that his own arm was twisted upside down and he found himself behind her. With machinelike movements he retracted his right arm and formed it into a flat palm with the fingers aimed like a guillotine at her shoulder while calling reiatsu to it to the point that it began to glow.
His arm cleaved through the air with lightning speed and where once there was an arm in the next moment there was nothing but a stump shooting a wide arc of blood as he pulled her arm up into the air with his left. Despite the sound muffling of her mask he could clearly hear the scream she let out from this though it did little to stop him, if anything it probably edged him on. Retracting his right arm he dug his fingers deep into the fresh wound where her appendage had once been and pulled, spinning her around to face him before he released her. In his left arm where he still held hers his reiatsu spilled out over it, quickly draining it of the remnants of energy it contained and feeding them to his own renewal while drying it out into a useless husk. He stretched his right arm high into the air and again gathered energy around it though this time it seemed more intent on simply bludgeoning her into non-existence, though who knew if she could focus on such things.
Jager gave one last villainous sneer in her direction as he came down with his hand straight for her head, “Farewell dear~~!!!”
The projectile was so fast it connected almost a full second before the sound reached his ears. Jager was dull to pain, he felt it but it rarely felt like more than a pinprick, so as it tore through his right shoulder obliterating muscle, and bone it was an all new sensation. He wasn't sure if it was what a human would call agony but it was probably the closest he had ever felt to such a term. The shot threw his balance off entirely and instead of decimating the girl he instead just barely clipped her torso, obliterating the armor at the point of connection but sending her flying into a nearby tree which crashed down on top of her instead of removing her skull. Jager stumbled for a brief moment as he looked to his shoulder which was now nothing but a giant mess of red meat with an appendage hanging limply at the end. For a moment he didn't even know how to respond until his senses took over and he spun on his heel.
They had caught up, there were dozens of shapes moving in the forest, he had lingered too long. But he was angry, the damage to his arm fueling his rage and almost activating his feral form, his eyes hunted hungrily until he found the target. One man holding a large gun that was still glowing almost imperceptibly at the barrel still had the gaul to aim the hunk of metal at him, in the back of his mind he recognized the weapon as one of Richards most prized prototypes meant for taking down powerful spirits though he outwardly cared little. With the girls arm still in hand he pulled back like a baseball pitcher and beaned it as the worlds most unorthodox projectile, speeding through the trees as fast as any bullet. Being a mere human the wielder of the rifle didn't even know to respond when the chunk of dried flesh slammed into his head, whether it killed him or not Jager was at least sated in his revenge, to think a normal human had done that kind of damage to him. He hated that Richard was giving these useless people the means to do such things, the pathetic should remain so.
It was a good thing he had exacted the retribution so quickly as moments later the air around him filled with bullets. Trees fell, battle fog settled in, and dirt was kicked into the air as the NWO came down hard, seemingly intent on turning the area into one big black spot. Jager looked to the girl and thought about Reginald, he wanted them dead but he feared there was nothing to be done at this point, hopefully the damage inflicted was at least enough to finish off the female. With a pang of greed, anger, and annoyance in his heart he realized it was now time to retreat, to fight another day. And so he summoned all the reiatsu he could into his body and let out one final defiant roar into the night and for an instant the entire area glowed brightly like a single red star, repelling bullets and cloaking the entire area in his signal making locating him precisely to be a difficult affair. By the time this energy pollution alleviated the living weapon was long gone, leaving only a trail of blood for a short distance before that too disappeared.
In just a minute or two he was already several kilometers away, capable of moving faster than any human could possibly imagine even with his damaged arm. His healing abilities had quickly stopped the bleeding but it would take some time to heal in its entirety, he hated to admit it but avoiding conflict and focusing his energies on rejuvenation was the best plan. He didn't like it but his left arm was only just regaining its former strength and his right would be useless in a conflict, against grunts that would be fine but if he was to run into another Commander or Richard himself tonight he needed to be prepared. With that in mind he pulled his energies inside as best he was able and focused them into the areas of damage, intent on fixing them quickly. By this point he had entered the outlying precincts of Tokyo but that would not do, off in the distance he saw the lights of the main hubs flickering off the sky above. Getting there would not stop Richard from coming but it would buy him some time and would force the man to be more careful about how he deployed his forces, he hoped this would also mean he would come see him himself instead of sending waves of nobodies after him.
Yes he would go to the city of lights, the meeting place at Tokyo Tower. He did so hope he got to have a chat with Dick before he left.
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Post by Zhiel on Dec 4, 2010 15:19:37 GMT -4
As she had suspected Grey 5 was not up to the task of sneaking up on Y-1, sadly she had underestimated the living weapons resourcefulness as he used the saber she had been forced to leave behind and pierced the man clear through his chest, according to the visor notification she received it had punctured his left lung and made a deep cut in his spine. It was unlikely he'd survive or if he did he'd need extensive surgery to become operable again. Katherine had hoped to avoid unnecessary deaths of course, but she was not averse from using her soldiers as tools when necessary to fulfill her duty, and while Grey 5 had once shown promise he had not improved in any sense for several months despite her personal tutoring, thus he was considered expendable.
As she dashed toward Jager's position her visor notified her of the large mass of reiatsu surrounding him, though she was certain it was not harmful and she could not let this opportunity slip by. As she leaped high into the air and released her cloaking field and created her reiatsu daggers she was going through a number of scenarios in her head though she just had no way of knowing that Jager would be able to notice before she reached him and so what happened was not what she had expected at all.
In a swift fluid motion Jager moved forward as he stretched his arm out, and while she tried to redirect her strikes to take the arm off he was too quick for her and before he could redirect her fall with the Levitation Device in her suit Jager took a claw-like grip just above her right elbow as his knives sunk through the tough metal-fiber armor like if it had been paper, and into her skin. Though pain shot through her body when he did so she gritted her teeth and ignored it, he had been foolish to leave his back to her like this, she still had her left arm available and so tried to stab him through the spine but before he dagger could reach him he pulled hard on her arm and the world around her grew blurry as she was spun around with great speed. Before she knew what had happened she found that Jager was now behind her with a solid grip still on her arm.
Katherine tried to turn around toward Jager but she didn't get far before the monster managed to cut off her arm just below the shoulder though it wasn't long before the pain overwhelmed her as she screamed, losing control of the reiatsu dagger in her remaining hand while reflexively trying to cover the wound with the remaining arm. Along the insides of her Visor a stream of information was scrolling though she was too preoccupied to notice any of it, among some of it being suit warnings about "Mayor Blood Loss" and how "A Number of Suit Functions Have Been Disconnected" or how the armor was "Inserting Class 6 Dose Analgesics" (Painkillers) as well as "Applying Hemostat Formula to Wounded Tissue". Of course complete loss of limbs was not really in the design parameters so the blood stopping attempt, while successful, would probably have had much better results if she hadn't lost most of the armor on the area the suit was trying to make use of.
The addition of the painkillers and her own iron will made her able to focus back on the task at hand but it didn't exactly help that Jager had gripped his hand into her fresh wound and spun her around to face him, truth be told she felt she would barf up her own entrails and despite her mind telling her body to move she was just far too disoriented to do much other than stagger as Jager was about to clobber her with her own arm. She realized that she had failed in her duty as there was no chance she could defeat Jager in her current state, though it didn't stop her from trying to strike out at Jager with her left arm but despite the painkillers she was in too much pain and shock to manage the control required to make a weapon in her hand, not to mention she didn't have the strength left in her to actually hurt him so her feeble attempt must have seemed pathetic at best to the super-human before her.
It seemed as if fate was sealed for Katherine Adamova, but that was when the cavalry arrived as a metal slug from one of the new experimental Mag-Rail rifles connected with Jager's shoulder sending him off balance just enough so that the blow he had aimed to decapitate Katherine with 'only' hit her chest and though it was far from a full-on blow it was enough to rip the armor from her chest and send her flying into the forest, a few moments later connecting with the brunt of a tree which stopped her flight and then fell over her unconscious form.
The man who had fired the rifle was one of Richard's own Combat Operatives who operated directly under him rather than through Derrick, and had the privilege to use experimental tech when the mission called for it though Richard himself considered it more a case of "safe field testing", the man wasn't that special himself but he had proven his worth from time to time though the recoil of the rifle had unfortunately thrown his aim off enough so that he had been unable to blow Jager's head up though it looked as if Katherine had been saved nonetheless. Knowing full well that Jager would not go down so easily the Operative aimed the rifle again though before he could react properly Katherine's arm slimmed into his helmeted head breaking the visor completely while leaving a large dent in the front of the helmet as he fell backwards and onto his back, only the powerful neck protection of his Mk2 Combat Suit saving his life though the blow had knocked him out and he'd probably be stuck in the infirmary for a good while regardless.
["Ready to drop in thirty"]
A disembodied voice announced through the Heavy Transport chopper's internal speakers, in the troop area of the vehicle was Richard dressed in a black full-bodysuit including a mask similar to the one used by Katherine, and unlike the undersuits used with the NWO armors this one seemed to be extremely thin and had clearly visible circuitry running through it's surface in complex patterns, being most concentrated around the spinal cord and neck though branching out onto the arms and legs. On top of the bodysuit on the "joints" of the body like the elbows were seemingly incomplete pieces of armor. There were a number of scientist-looking guys inside the chopper as well who were apparently helping Richard put the thing on while most of them were looking at monitors along one of the 'rooms' walls.
Almost at the exact same time as the voice said this an alarm sounded out from a black and blue-lined PDA sitting on a bench beside where Richard were standing at which point he nearly jumped toward it as he snatched it up and looked at the message displaying on the device "Priority Alert, Commander Critical Injury". A growl escaped Richard's throat as he read this, though the initial message didn't detail exactly what had happened or who had received the injury either one of the present Commanders were important and couldn't simply be replaced. Shortly he saw that the injuries sustained by Katherine, otherwise known as Gospel were quite severe though it appeared she had just barely survived a fatal blow, though she had lost her right arm... At least it appeared as if both she and Reginald were alive and considering what they were up against just that was remarkable. However it appeared like he'd receive additional bad news as he was soon told that Jager had disappeared from the area and that they had lost his trail. It seemed the living weapon had escaped just before he got there... Dammit.
"It's most likely heading into the city to lick its wounds, send all available Hunter-Killer divisions to begin search for it, however make sure they stay on their guard and keep on optimal safety distances from the ground. Additionally send some to create a perimeter around the city, High Command wants Y-1 dead!" Richard said through the voice filter of the mask, to these people he was the faceless hand of the NWO's High Command, they had no clue he was the head of the organization known to most as "The President". The vanguard he had sent ahead of himself would take care of 'The Governor' and 'Gospel' so he could concentrate on the problem at hand, finding Jager, as he was somehow cheating their Spirit Radar.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Dec 7, 2010 13:46:13 GMT -4
Amazement. He was amazed by what he found outside the glass and steel of the NWO halls, sickened too of course, but amazed. Jagers life had been one of sporadic moments of intense action amidst long periods of white rooms, yes he had been aware when his other self seemed in control but he had still only been privy to what that being witnessed. Since Richard never brought him out except for war he had been given a very one-sided view of the world and despite his raw intelligence he had never thought there might be more. Always under the assumption that the world was one of war. Certainly from what he saw and read on their servers he knew the NWO was not the only power out there, but he had figured the rest of humanity was composed of equally confined cells of combatants, like the Brotherhood, or Vulcan Industries.
It seemed he had been wrong. Under these impressions he had been prepared for stiff resistance from other factions upon his escape but it wasn't so. He had figured his plans in decades; now it would be years, maybe months. Jager knew nothing of his previous life but if it had been anything like this he was glad he didn't remember. Humanity was weak.
Here they lay in the thousands, the millions; unsuspecting and weak. In their own confined habitats or “enjoying themselves” at a number of what appeared to be some form of entertainment venue that increased in number as he headed further into the city. Where he expected a population neatly divided up amongst caste he instead found a system without order, ready to be imposed on at any moment by those with the means. That the NWO had not yet arrested control over such weak wills bespoke of Richards own failure. Jager was glad he didn't share anything in common with these things.
He wasn't human or so he had decided himself. Maybe his “enhancement” had brought about revolution faster than would have naturally occurred, but he was quite convinced he would always have wound up what he was. Better. He had to actively control himself from striking out and slaughtering the township where it stood as an abject lesson in power. He was almost to flabbergasted to even continue moving ahead but reason won out, for now he continued on, but it just added one more reason on top of many he knew he had to eliminate the NWO, or any power that hadn't grabbed the reigns in all these millenia they had been there to hold.
Jager was not aware of the HK's presence or in fact their existence (at least in their most recent iteration, being one of the newest inventions) but he knew Richard and his technologies capabilities. For a short time his release of reiatsu into the atmosphere would cloak his presence, the number of people and energy sources in the surroundings would also make tracking him by heat an impossibility. So for maybe five minutes the only way he could possibly be tracked was by visual confirmation, it would not last but it would hopefully be enough to heal. Though he did not know of the HK he also did not believe Richard would yet chance soldiers and armor in the streets even with their cloaking ability, air tracking made a lot more sense. Once it became obvious that wasn't going to work he would start inserting street-level units, but Jager figured he was safe in betting on this taking long enough for him to heal.
By the time they caught up with him Jager was already amongst other humans. As he'd already proven to himself he wasn't familiar with human culture, if he had to guess from the state of the neighborhood and the people around him he'd wager a guess it was not an area of affluence. This seemed to benefit his cause as nobody remained particularly close and so had no time to note his injuries, meaning through a heat detector he'd just look like another person walking along. He was inside a long stall of shops when he heard the engines first, they were quiet so they couldn't be easily detected but that was lost on senses keen as his, especially when they were going right over him. He didn't look as he knew their machinery was keen enough to pick his face up after just a moment of exposure, instead he kept walking forward as if he had not noticed anything.
It sounded like three engines, that made sense, from his time with Reginald it seemed NWO armor protocols called for teams of three with rare exceptions. But then it wasn't the number in the team that mattered, it was how many were currently in the sky. However, discerning that he could do nothing about it he instead focused on continuing forward and keeping his energies focused on healing.
Regeneration was a strange sensation even for him. He didn't feel pain like normal people so he could actually continue acting beyond a safe point, he could be on the precipice of death and still think he was capable. So when he was injured like before he had to remind himself that it was time to retreat since his body could stop working long before his mind did, or realized the body to which it was connected was in need. Similarly once he began to heal it was nigh impossible to judge when he was completely healed, this did not seem to be something that could be fixed. He would simply have to rely on physical cues, with that in mind he easily ripped his shirt off with his working arm and tossed it to the side, wiping the blood away best he could. A normal human would be dead, Jager on the other hand had a completely healed if albeit raw patch of skin where he'd been shot and his insides were mending as he walked...truly Richard had made his own worst enemy.
Three minutes passed without mistakes, try as they might the aircraft could not be everywhere at once and that was when he changed positions, and at the same time had given away some of their tricks. Several times it seemed they had perhaps assumed they found him and even when right above their presence would dissipate entirely before reappearing a bit further away. The logical conclusion was that like other pieces of NWO tech they possessed camouflage but it was short lived, something that would cost them. Without the ability to remain invisible for extended periods they could not hope to play cat-and-mouse effectively with a smaller, nimbler target...at least not one as fast and strong as he was. Add to this that by the time he was located his arm was moving once again, if not exactly healed, and they had a real problem on their hands.
They moved fast, and whether they'd actually spotted him or got lucky they'd activated their camouflage just in time to reappear over him as he moved from point of cover to the next. While far too advanced to need to use outward sensors like a police spotlight he was aware the moment he was caught in the open he had been found, any number of special sensors picking him up. Jager was already on the move when the mechanical whine of automatic weaponry began to speed up, twisting around the corner of one of the buildings and out of view just as the ground was torn up behind him. There primary function was no doubt reconnaissance but few were the soldiers that wouldn't look for advancement when it was placed so neatly on a platter before them. Unfortunately for the pilot, things were not so simple in this case.
Lowering altitude to get a clear shot and give him less time to react the vehicle came spinning around the corner, ready to unleash a maelstrom down the street. But he wasn't there, pilots of the NWO were no doubt used to chasing super-human opponents but none in their order had faced someone like him, save those that went after the new leader of the Brotherhood and they were all very much not alive. The nose of the craft reared backward, evidently realizing the mistake, maybe even what was about to happen; but it was too late. To Jager the limitations of vertical acceleration were virtually limitless, especially over something so small as a few building story's. The hole he had blown into the side of the small apartment they had both twisted around was a dead give away to his turning of the tables, but his speed made it a non-matter.
He exploded out of the window next to the hunter-killer just as it pulled back, but like a streak of red lightning their speeds couldn't be compared. His hand impacted with the side of the craft and with impossible strength his lifted himself into the air and hopped on to the front of the helicopter. Given enough time it could have bucked enough to sent even him flying with the poor footing available, but that time was not given. Forming his hand like a blade he jammed it through the cockpit which despite its dark tint he could see directly through, the pilot had no time to fear his impending doom at his skull was reduced to mush in a blink. Jager had jumped off the vehicle and dug his hand into the nearby building, hanging on it's side as the vehicle went careening out of control. It spun wildly around the four-way intersection on which they had turned before upending and losing vertical thrust, forcing it into a wild spin before it crashed into the ground at the base of the building. There reliance on spirit energy instead of normal propellants kept it from exploding and doing further damage, though it did release an EMP pulse that quickly fried any tech that could expose the NWO.
By this point one of the other hunter-killers in the group had appeared around the building, the sound of an engine told him the other was somewhere out of sight on the other side. They seemed to take the hint and began to back off in a direct vertical direction. Jager summoned energy into his legs and in a move that shattered the windows of the building he stood against in every direction on that side went rocketing at them. Though he lacked the ability to quickly switch his direction it seemed so to did the hunter-killer once it began floating in one direction, or the pilot just didn't note what he was doing. Either way he began spinning rapidly, forming a drill of spirit energy around his body that pierced through the crafts center in one fluid motion. Unlike the other it instantly lost drift and simply fell straight down crashing through the roof of a building below, though the pilot might have survived his initial strike they were doubtful to survive the g's such a fall and crash placed on the body.
This move had brought him above the surrounding buildings, high enough to view the last helicopter in the group. It was immediately evident the danger was plain and clear to them, they were rapidly ascending out of striking distance. Jager spun in mid-air, redirecting his reiatsu in their direction once again performing like a human jet engine. His arm was now usable and he had no reason to hide any longer, regardless eliminating the current tracking they had would allow him to get closer to his target without a constant battle. But as he came at them he felt his propulsion weaken, they had accelerated to fast, and he was succumbing to gravity to a greater degree with every split-second. The deal was sealed when after pulling back to a safe distance and noting his lack of speed the hunter-killer turned it's main battery on him and opened fire.
Though not as strong as the weapon that struck him earlier the caliber of the bullet would have sheered an arm completely off. Realizing there was nothing to be done here he used the last of his momentum to spin out of the way, then plummeted to the Earth. Using his reiatsu the ground beneath him absorbed the impact resulting in a sizable crater that he climbed out of. This was enough to get the surrounding peoples attention, as dozens of locals who had been on the street in front of some busily lighted personalization hub turned to watch. Many brought out small contraptions he took for cameras which began flashing as he exited the crater, he did not concern himself with them as he knew Richard would never allow the images to escape the location, if those taking them lived at all.
A group of them had moved closer to see what was happening before he had walked out, as he began walking down the road entirely intent on ignoring them one was in his way, “Wh-...what the hell did you just do?” he asked in Japanese.
Jager didn't slow down at all as he walked firmly down the street and directed with his arm, “Out of the way.”
All the young Japanese man could do was utter a “Wha-” in the time he was there though and in the next Jager had simply knocked him out of the way, flying through the air so far wherever he wound up dead was out of sight. Whether it was the attack on civilians or simply a belated retaliation for the death of their comrades Jager heard the familiar sound of a machine-gun kick up. The screams of those surrounding him were lost in the guns rattling, though like all things spiritual all those surrounding him could see was a man with things magically exploding around him. Being in the open and realizing even he couldn't survive a series of direct strikes he resorted to the next best improvised answer.
Grabbing the nearest civilian he spun around while super-charging the human with his reiatsu. Such an action would either have killed the human or turned them spiritually sensitive if they survived, in this case though it made their spiritual energy temporarily flair providing a shield. They would not stop the bullets (since these were bullets meant for piercing soul defense) or survive the process, but they would divert the bullet off of a straight trajectory and around him. However one bullet quickly chewed through the latent protection, luckily Jager was more than fast enough to dispose of the first body and grab another nearby just in time to place them in front of the next. Left, right, left, right, he pulled whichever was closest until over a half-dozen bystanders lay dead around him. At this point the pilot let up, clearly realizing the futility or perhaps being disgusted by the tactic and not wishing to inflict further causalities on those not involved.
Jager wasted no time in the opening given, by the time those remaining had time to even register what was happening he had spun around and rocketed down the road. Though now keeping a safe distance and not actively opening fire the remaining helicopter was in close pursuit, keeping his eyes open he spotted at least one other arriving ahead of him which meant another group, the calvary was on their way. He was now entering the Tokyo Proper, having made his way from the outer edges, into several lesser districts, through the Shinjuku nighttime entertainment, and now into one of the central skyscraper districts, somewhere amongst them all was Mallory Arms itself though where exactly he was not privy too. It was not the goal anyhow.
His pursuers had multiplied in number by the time he reached one of the main eight-lane avenues, though their orders had clearly tightened up, none risking direct confrontation. Checking that the third pilot from the initial group was still straight behind he took a sharp turn on the main road. Normally this would have torn the road apart at his speed and with the friction being applied, but he instead continued the kinetic energies momentum into another use. He was going far faster than any car and used that to his advantage, placing his foot under the tire of one of the nearby passenger vehicles and hooking it, naturally a physical object could do no harm to his spiritually charged form.
Similarly it was much easier to heft into the air than a spiritual construction like the tank from before, this meant it was quickly sent flying in the direction of his follower with reckless abandon. It had been more him simply attempting to rile them up than an actual attack and so he had quickly kept moving down the road, knowing that was not the only one watching and if given too static a target they might chance another attack. It was then that he caught the first glimpse of his target, the gleaming Tokyo Tower in the distance, he had never seen it except in pictures but he was familiar enough to know it. To him though it meant nothing, he wasted no time admiring the construction, it was simply a destination. With it in mind though he grew anxious at having not run into Richard yet, he preferred a straight fight, and wanted to engage the man before leaving, it was integral to his future ideals.
But...and this was the point at which his mind went on a wild if accurate tangent. If the rest of humanity was not cloistered groups of combatants as he had thought then the NWO could not openly wage this battle correct? So the best way to draw Richard out was to make it increasingly difficult to cover their tracks. A few helicopters crashing, some structural damage, a few casualties; they weren't minor but a large enough organization could cover for them. He needed to do something that couldn't be ignored, something that Richard would have to react to or be exposed....Jager was going to blow up a skyscraper.
He stopped running as he brought his hands together in front of him, however his overwhelming forward movement kept him sliding for an extended period as the ground broke apart beneath the friction. The NWO would have to know something was happening though what they could do was minimal, right now he just started glowing with about ten times the force he had prior as he performed the most concentrated movement of his career. In all his life he'd never formed his energy into a solid projectile but though it was sloppy work his skill and overabundance of power formed a raging storm between his hands. Still sliding he jumped into the air and threw it underhanded in the general direction of the closest hunter-killer which deftly slid to the side, letting it pass, though with so much power it may have fried some systems.
Regardless it was likely they felt they had dodged a bullet, which maybe they had, but only in the most physical of senses. The blast rolled down the street before it began to fall in altitude, almost as if it had physical mass to it and the further it moved along the more its tight confines unraveled. Bolts of energy lashed out, tearing the road below it and any cars unlucky enough to be driving below into a mass of dirt and metal, twisted unnatural shapes before the bed rock below it glassed over. By the time it reached the end of the street it actually appeared to be rolling rather than flying, it might even have gone off in the street had it lacked just a little less 'oomph'. But, it just managed to roll up to the doorstep of a large multi-dozen story building, the headquarters of a primary food supplier should it matter. Then it released the last of its constraints and exploded.
It was not like a typical explosion with excessive outward force. Instead the energy was released in a spiraling outward vortex as the spiritual powers ripped through the simple real-world construction with ease. Glass, metal, plaster, all of it simply disintegrated under the flurry of power being rammed into it, and soon it had cut clear through to the other side. He had essentially taken an ax to a tree and completely severed the standing structure from its rooted concrete base. For a long moment it simply sat there as if nothing had happened, but then one of the struts caved on the road facing side, and as soon as one gave way it began a chain reaction of surpassing weight regulations until it began to visibly lean.
Once it was coming down things sped up quite a bit as it toppled to its side in a few short seconds. However the buildings here were built so close together that the massive piece of construction landed atop a nearby shorter skyscraper. Even from his distance the screeching of metal against metal was phenomenal and deafening. He watched as several hunter-killers that had been further back were now moving around the site rapidly, either trying to get a good view or perhaps just trying to stay out of the way. After a long slide along its sister structure the initial collapsing building rolled of its side and dropped to the ground somewhere out of sight on the other side, but the dust plume it kicked up rapidly cloaked the area. However as the second structure began to teeter from the force placed on it, it became evident the destruction was not yet over yet.
It seemed the force of the larger building smashing into it followed by its supports being weakened when the other crashed into the ground was to much, whether from sheer force or shoddy construction. The creaking groans echoed out and by this point anyone who had been out on the town, which were in the hundreds, were now bolting down the streets screaming and crying. One final snap was the key sound and the smaller structure fell outward across the roadway he had just crossed, it's very top slamming into the building across the street, and while it did not come down it suffered significant damage. There were a number of casualties but luckily for the NWO the time of night the incident took place saved it from being an impossible to cover tragedy. When it impacted with the hard ground its lower half gave out easily breaking apart into nothing and shooting a wall of dust in all directions. The wall raced toward Jager and he stood there as it overtook him, in the darkness it created almost nothing could be seen as helpless civilians ran back and forth trying to find their way. He didn't bother running as he turned around and began walking in the direction of Tokyo Tower, they could see him anyway, and they would have a clear lock on his energy signature now.
“Richard O'Richard, Come out to play!”
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Post by Zhiel on Jan 6, 2011 0:44:13 GMT -4
Having finished suit preparations Richard had now taken one of the scientists place at the console in the helicopters troop area and, doing additional status checks while watching over the Hunter-Killer choppers through additional screens connected to both their internal security and the NWO radar grid, allowing him to see their tactical positions as well as what was immediately in front of them. Considering Y-1's previous behavior it appeared as if it was incapable of fully controlling it's reiatsu output, which made Richard curious as to how it had simply disappeared off the grid... However he was not worried just yet, with the new HK choppers in the air it was just a matter of time until they found the target at which point they could set a trap for it.
It took several minutes, but suddenly one of the HK teams found themselves almost on top of Y-1 as they came out of stealth as the living weapon left it's cover. With their stealth fields currently drained they had no choice but to attempt to take it down and while Richard realized as much he couldn't help but feel annoyed by how badly this operation was going. If they had been able to track Y-1 without it knowing of it, they could easily have set up a trap in it's path, but now it would most likely move in a more erratic pattern and making it harder to prepare.
Of course this was when Jager zoomed around a corner and one of the HK choppers decided to follow suit far below the recommended altitude for dealing with ground-based threats of Class B. Seeing this Richard immediately opened an audio link to said chopper yelling for it to take evasive maneuver, but it was too late as Jager shot out through the side of the building just a second later and landed on top of it, shortly before killing the pilot. While Jager leaped off the craft that was quickly spinning out of control Richard attempted to initiate the remote control override but found that the pilots body was lying on-top of the instrument panel, including the yoke... The internal mechanics took precedent over the override, something he would need to correct in the future...
With no way of stopping the choppers descent Richard watched helplessly in anger as it spiraled out of control and hit the ground hard enough to damage it beyond flight capabilities, and with the situation at hand they would not be able to initiate a recovery... He had no choice but to initiate the self-destruct mechanism. With a command sent silently through the armor suit that only Richard was privy too, along with DNA and reiatsu confirmation every piece of "electronics" in the now crashed Hunter-Killer Mk2 chopper whirred to life for a few seconds as the energy stored in the materials of the craft was suddenly released creating an effect similar to that of an EMP, except it did not only fry the systems and sensitive equipment of the craft but did also melt a large part of it's frame due to the intense heat generated by the process effectively reducing any important inner mechanical parts into slag. It would be impossible to analyze the craft in any way to replicate it from the trash that was left.
Of course this was not enough for Jager as he now went for the second HK chopper to make the turn, and though this one was faster to react it was still far too low when Jager initiated his vertical drill and easily caused the chopper to fall into a nearby building. There was little for Richard to do but to curse while activating the self-destruct sequence of it as well. At least the last one had enough sense to pull off as Jager somehow managed to propel himself mid-air however not enough to reach it and so it began to counter-attack, sadly Jager dropped too fast and it was not able to get a lock on him with it's powerful machine-guns. Of course it was not any better that Jager then dropped into the center of a crowd of people, causing a scene that would take a lot of time and money to "fix", of course his people were already on their way but it didn't exactly make him feel any better.
Having seen more of Y-1's capabilities Richard adjusted the "recommended" altitude for dealing with it, however this altitude was only optional if they knew he was on the ground and whenever they lost sight of him they were now ordered to ascend to a higher altitude, hopefully it would help prevent more pointless losses. Richard had thought it would be clear for the HK pilot that firing into a crowd was beyond stupidity but it appeared the person behind the controls of the chopper were too fired up to care about regulations and it took several seconds of yelling for Richard to get through to the idiot... And in the meantime Jager had created a line of bullet-riddled corpses after him, somehow using them as shields. That man had transport duty to look forward to if he survived this night.
The pursuit was on once more as Y-1 bolted off with lightning speed though he'd soon find that another HK squad was on his heels, while the third and fourth were attempting to cut him off or plot potential routes he could take. Meanwhile Richard sat silently tapping his right hands fingers on the console in front of him as if in deep thought, in truth he was pondering the situation, and most of all, Jager.
He had not been prepared ENOUGH, that much was evident. His recent battle with the Brotherhood had left him postponing properly updating the safe-guards on Y-1 from the data gathered during their battle. They had investigated his odd behavior true enough but had not found anything of significance and so it had been put on the backlog for later re-investigation... A dumb mistake... They had become too confident in their ability to "control" Y-1, he had always been like a rabid wolf and all they could do was turn him "on" or "off", now that was impossible as an intelligence that should not exist there had surfaced, all the enhancements they had made to their supreme weapon now turned against them. These thoughts lead Richard back to old memories, of the time when the NWO had just gotten onto it's feet, he had become arrogant and in his naivety he had thought he could create super-humans with their limited technology and knowledge of the Spiritual and Biotechnology. Reasoning it as "for the greater good" he had "kidnapped" dozens of homeless people, or people without official records. People that would not be missed or had few, if any rights.
Y-1 had been one of them, a small child that had wandered away from his home, his operatives apparently having been a little overzealous and taken him without properly looking up the boys background. When Richard was made aware that he had living relatives it was already too late, the experiment had already begun and he could do nothing but regret his own idiocy. Yes he had known it was inhumane, yes he had known most would not live through the process, but most of those they had taken had nothing to live for, no home or family and no future, what life would they live? Better they become the future of humanity. At least, that had been Richard's reasoning, and it had worked until he had received the unfortunate news... No doubt that Y-1, or Jager as some called him were now loose and destroying everything Richard had built was a form of karmic retribution. Still he was not the kind of person to keel over because of regret or guilt, he had a mission and he would stop at nothing to succeed, Y-1 would not be allowed to live.
Richard suddenly snapped out of his trance as things were changing on the ground, with Jager tossing a passing car at one of the choppers before he continued running. Overlooking the map of Tokyo, as well as the path which they had now chased Y-1 it became clear for Richard that he seemed to be heading for Tokyo Tower or it's vicinity, however if this was the case what would he intend to do there? It did not make much sense on it's own, however being reminded of that message that had been sent Richard began to make connections. Somehow he had made contact with someone outside the organization, possibly even a traitor inside it, and it was most likely part of their plan to extract Jager. And the only possible way to extract him successfully with the entire NWO on his heels would be through the air... But with their choppers and even a number of Jet fighters on stand-by, how could he possibly think to escape that way? It was conjecture by Richard at this point, perhaps he wasn't actually heading for Tokyo Tower at all, perhaps the message that was sent was merely a wild goose chase to distract them... Still he could not take that risk and so ordered the larger concentration of Mk1 HK choppers to form a tighter perimeter around the Tokyo Tower area, still keeping Y-1's current position inside it but enough to allow multiple altitudes for the choppers. In the meantime he ordered the fourth Mk2 Hunter-Killer squad to ascend to their highest available altitude and act as lookouts for incoming enemy units and track Y-1's position.
After having rearranged their strategy slightly Richard returned to monitoring the "battle" just as Jager threw a massive amount of reiatsu in a spherical shape at one of the HK choppers trailing him, however the pilot dodged the attack with ease and it was clear that it did not hold enough speed to hit something as agile as their new Hunter-Killers at that distance though the raw force from it apparently managed to temporarily disable some minor systems in the chopper. Having suspected some form of foul play Richard had begun to track the spheres trajectory and to his relief he found that it would pass over all nearby structures, but that was when he noticed it wasn't moving in a straight line like most reiatsu attacks would, no it was beginning to fall like if gravity had taken hold of it... How was that possible? Whether it was possible or not didn't really matter right now as it was happening and Richard could do nothing but watch as the sphere soon began to rupture as it devastated the road and soon enough collided with the bottom level of a skyscraper. With searing anger burning inside him Richard watched as the skyscraper collapsed, taking another one with it in it's descent. Luckily it didn't turn into a Titan game of Dominoes, but the damage was still there and it would be a nightmare to cover for this... All the damage was simply too wide-spread.
On the whole, that attack had been unnecessary, was Y-1 trying to draw attention to himself? Or was Jager trying to force a reaction out of him? Whatever the case was, he had succeeded. Richard had had enough and was now determined to end it, one way or another. After roughly a minutes time the HK choppers moving around Jager seemingly vanished as they all engaged their cloaking devices, shortly after a large stream of homing missiles began to rain down on Jager's position as machine-gun fire shortly followed. The moment they had released the majority of their missile payload the choppers had immediately ascended back to the new optimal altitude and with missiles still raining down around Jager he would hopefully be kept busy as the real deal was quickly heading for him from the sky.
Within moments of the last missile hitting the ground a larger missile identical to the one that had hit the NWO facility earlier on descended on the area as it split into five pieces which generated a reiatsu field around Jager as the bomb itself dropped inside it. While this bomb would most certainly kill Jager if he was hit with it's full brunt Richard did not expect it to work out optimally due to their last attempt at using this form of missile, but at least it served as a strategical distraction for the deployment of the reiatsu field stabilizers that were necessary for his Alpha Prototype: Thanatos Battle Suit. As the explosion from the bomb died out and soon after the smoke it had created began to clear Richard was standing roughly a hundred meters from the impact area, his battle suit having been activated he was now covered in pitch black plates of metal-looking materials along with a few more exposed wires and such along the back of his helmet and neck, while at the same time the area where a visor would normally be there seemed to be a solid metal plate, though it was clearly shaped like a visor. Overall the battle suit seemed very "slim" compared even to their more advanced Mk2 Combat Suits, yet it gave of a vibe of power unsurpassed by any other NWO technology. On his back connected to magnetic hold devices were a Mag-Rail rifle very similar to the one that had damaged Jager previously.
With several vision modes active simultaneously Richard was now scanning for Jager through the plume of dust that was quickly dissipating around him. Though they had had a solid lock on the "man" earlier the numerous explosions and the force field had scrambled this slightly, still Richard was confident that he'd notice Jager before Jager noticed him. After all, even this alpha prototype was completely reiatsu tight. Jager did not have this advantage. Sure enough, Richard was intending to take care of Jager himself, but he had ordered both the surrounding HK choppers and troops that had begun to set up positions to take a shot if they saw the opportunity. "Show yourself, monster..." Richard said silently though it did not pass the confines of his helmet, as he continued his search.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Jan 8, 2011 2:28:45 GMT -4
Thick waves of sifting particulates snowed from the sky, tossed back and forth by the wind. Industrial smells of old glue, rotted wood from forgotten supports, and asbestos padding assaulted the senses; eyes watered, and the nose burned. Amongst the man-made fog of the buildings collapse human shapes flitted back and forth, cloaked in silent fear or vocal panic. The city was bleeding, it was being let out, the smells of commerce and the cries of its innocents were the blood. Without even really trying Jager had struck a blow for which the NWO would be covering-up weeks later, maybe even months. The city would not die today, he had neither the time nor will for it, but it like all other things would be in his sights in days to come. And then the incision he'd made would become a cut, the cut a wound, and the screams of the dieing would be the only signs of its life then.
Serving another purpose the waves made wispy swirls when one of Richards machines pulled too close. As he walked in the general direction of Tokyo Tower he could make out the sounds of his pursuers around him along with the visible signs in the mist. He knew they could likely see through the gray sheet but did not fear retaliation just yet as they would; A) No doubt be more careful now after seeing what he could do, and B) Would not willingly open fire when so many civilians were scattering around him. These were his thoughts up until the moment he realized the mistake.
Deafening and utter silence overtook the street, all signs of the vehicles hovering in the sky above him disappeared. Without their noise he was able to hear with utter clarity his fallacy, for the stillness of death had pervaded the streets as well...he had moved to far from the mortals. Assuming they would simply move in an erratic mess he had moved forward confidently, but at some point whether they moved away in groups or the NWO simply found a momentary opening it had happened. The eerie persisted for a split-second and then sound, a firm “thhh-shhhh” as the first projectile was released. He didn't know what it was of course, but his faculties were extreme, and he knew a danger when he heard it.
Fire, and chaos, and shrapnel, and steel overtook him in a cascading dance of violence. A firm slide forward had dodged the first of what was to be a rain of explosive fury, but it was nothing but a step in the right direction. Three more salvos impacted into the crater of the first, they did no damage but were close enough that the concussive blast sent him into a stumble. Correcting quickly he began to dart to the sides while making gradual progress forward, still the slip-up cost him as the ensuing fireballs were close enough to pelt him with bits of rock. They were minor things but when a larger chunk would fly in his direction he either had to cut through it or let his energy deflect it. The former wasted time and allowed the cacophony of destruction behind him a moment to catch up, the latter wasted spiritual energy he was soon to need.
To the left, to the right, step back, step forward, flip, kick, punch, cut-through. An endless array of small trivialities that as a culmination proved a challenge of reactions. Inside though he still realized what was happening, he was being herded. Richard would know he might be taken out by one of the volleys if they were lucky and he made one mistake to many, but neither men would bet on it. No, this was little more than baiting him, keeping him busy until an alloted time. But until what even Jager could not say, of course it would be violent and involve lots of flashy spirit energy, he knew the man well enough for that.
Breaking free from the tight clustering he kicked his foot deep into the ground and in a flash was to the side of the road near a building. Most of the ballistics were impacting the road firmly behind him though a few managed to trail close. When he began to run up the building and the missiles started to tear through the lowest levels of the structure they halted on the trigger though. Maybe because they didn't want to fire on civilians, or perhaps because they simply realized this would all be hard enough to cover up already. Either way he could have used the buildings all day and it seemed like a good idea until he felt a familiar energy wash over him. It was not something strong, after all it was meant to sneak up on you, but Jager could not be fooled twice. What was just a strange tick in the back of ones neck to most was a sign to him, and three seconds before the missile connected he bolted from the window.
Hitting the ground like a cannonball he allowed himself to role head over hand for several meters before coating his hands and feet with reishi. With his momentum still moving forward he slid on these reiatsu plates like a hovercraft over water. Spinning in a circular pattern he performed a flip and did a handstand on his right arm which kept him moving forward in a faster fashion. Just as the wall of reiatsu came down he tucked his legs up and fell hard on to his back where he spiraled out of control and flipped several times. As he stood up and wiped the bits of gravel off of his shoulders he looked off into the distance where the opening to the park began, standing there was a single warrior in black. He gave the man a long hard smile with a bemused upturned left eyebrow before the bomb exploded behind him. As the reiatsu field dropped the smoke from within rushed out and cloaked his physical form though of course they could still see him through other means.
Walking toward the park he called out, “Richard-poo, I see yoooouuu~~~~!”
Progressing out of the dust cloud he was still wearing his greatly entertained smile as he looked the suit up and down. He of course knew it was Richard, the man didn't make custom outfits for just anyone, and this wasn't in the style or size of any of the Commanders...whole or otherwise. Of course he had no idea what it could do, but it was not in Jagers personality to worry about that which he could do nothing about. Without realizing it he started to become excited, his previously focused red irises expanding slowly, his pupils filled, meanwhile they continued to grow to the max and then expanded beyond, like a natural predator spotting its prey in the dark.
He didn't mean to but when he did speak there was a growing air of venom in his words, “Is that your trump card Dick? Hmmm...good, good.” He pulled one of his hands from his hips and raised it into the air, rolling the fingers in the air like he was imagining grabbing something with them, “I did not want to leave without facing you first. Neither of us die today, there's so much yet to do, you're the only one who can give me the battle I need. But it would not be in proper form if we did not give this dawn of war a proper send off, me, to you.”
Anger built in him as his eyes went completely red, energy began to seep off of him in long tendrils. As if he began to experience a headache he brought one hand to cover his right eye. At the same time his voice grew from hostile, to angry, to downright violent.
“For the record I'm quite pleased with what I am father. But you'll forgive me if I hold it against you anyway, it helps that you're capable of being my enemy. Father, father, father.” He took a deep inhalation of breath as his voice rattled in an unnatural way as if his body wasn't quite used to speaking properly and a bestial growl made it through.
Then he exploded. “Father, I was branded by destruction! My rage is my love, and death is my existence. Never forget you are the creator of your demise! We are our own undoing! We are own death! Your struggle shall be mine, and mine yours. It shall be never ending, and neither shall your pain. That is my promise to you. You will be here, when the end comes. When I've no one left to kill. When the world is empty and burned like flesh. You will be there! And then, Father, I'll. Kill. You.”
Still grasping his head Jager dug his fingernails in until his cheek and temple began to bleed. The energy whipping about him retreated and pulled into tight coils about his arms. With his eyes focused dead ahead on Richard the pupils shrunk and returned to their previous size, only the irises lightly glowing. He'd not been prepared as he'd thought, he'd been unable to keep complete control when his emotions, his instincts, his hatreds were drawn taught upon being presented with Richard. But they'd not taken complete control, no, he was doing better, he'd win out over this thing if it was the last thing he did. For now though there were more important matters at hand.
Pulling his hand to the side energy began to pull around it like a sharp knife as he spoke calmly without any sort of real emotion, “I'm...sorry about that.”
Clearly not to sorry though, because in less time than it took to blink he was across the field and the reishi enhanced blade-hand was going for Richards eyes.
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Post by Zhiel on Jan 17, 2011 1:13:25 GMT -4
[Armor Suit Online]
.:Suit Diagnostics:. ID: Thanatos Power Armor V0.19 ALPHA Class - 09101119 - Generation 3 Technology Wearer: [CLASSIFIED] Class 10
Suit Power: 99.903% (984,105/985,000 UNITS) -Stabilization Field Connection: Stable Backup Power: 100% ( 60,000/60,000 UNITS) Matrix Field Emitters: Stable -Shields: 73% Warning! Sub-Optimal Efficiency Detected, Recommend Immediate Suit Maintenance! Stealth Field: Data Corrupted Calibration In Progress... [36%] Levitation/Balance Units: Stable
Exo-Skeleton Condition: Stable -E-S Output: 67% Warning! Sub-Optimal Efficiency Detected, Recommend Immediate Suit Maintenance! Armor Plating: Stable -AP Durability: 81% Alert! Condition Below Expected Minimals, Recommend Investigation.
Energy Absorption Unit: DISABLED Light Particle Disintegration/Re-Assembly Unit: DISABLED Notification: Unit in early testing phase. HyperCharge Module: Unreadable! Requires Class 10 Manual Override to Initiate Matrix Field Controllers L/R: Unstable/Stable Nervous System Hijack Unit: Online -NSHJ Unit Efficiency: 88%
Mk3 Spirit Visor: Stable -Combat Vision: Online -Zoom Capabilities: 30x -Max Simultaneous Vision Modes: 3x -Thermal Vision: Online -X-Ray Vision: Online -Echo Vision: Online -Electro-Magnetic Vision: Online -Spirit Particle Vision: Online Visor Sub-Systems: Online -HUD Display: Online -Spirit Scanner: Online -AI Combat Assist: Online
.:End Diagnostics:.
The text that scrolled past Richard's eyes was barely registered, instead being filed into the back of his mind as he scanned the ground beneath him for his target, he was already aware of how many of the suits systems were yet to be stable enough for use or yet to be completed, certain messages annoyed him more than others however.
Shortly after the barrage of missiles had begun Richard had ordered his transport to drop him off right next to the impact area and instructed his subordinates where to plant the Stabilization Field Emitters necessary for the current Thanatos Battle Armor. Once this had been done and he had jumped out of the chopper at roughly 50 meters altitude he activated the suits dormant systems causing a cavalcade of raw spiritual particles to be expelled from the metallic additions of the "undersuit" which after just a few seconds had begun to form into solid metal looking armor plating, and it was at 30 meters height all systems that were operational kicked in, enabling the suits Levitation/Balance Unit to straighten him out while significantly slowing his fall. By the time he reached the ground he seemed like if he was light as a feather.
With the Nervous System Hi-Jack Unit fully online it was simply a matter of thought to control all the systems inside the complex armor suit and as such it took him but a moment to add Thermal Vision and Spirit Particle Vision to the Combat Vision, otherwise known as the optical spectrum. However as the visor itself was a piece of metal that offered about the same level of protection as the rest of the armor there were so many minimal systems required to make just the optical spectrum work that it was not fair to simply call it that. Not to mention how it was the basic Vision mode that was always active, with the Visors HUD practically being sub-systems of that one mode. Either way it did not take long for Richard to notice the lone glowing humanoid figure inside the thick smoke and dust unleashed by the missile barrage, seeing this Richard reached for the large rifle slung over his back but just as he was about to pull it over his shoulders he heard a voice call out, still clear despite the distance separating them due to the suit aiding his natural perception.
“Richard-poo, I see yoooouuu~~~~!”
Realizing that Jager somehow had no trouble seeing him through the thick cover he let the Mag-Rail rifle remain on his back for now. It had a limited number of shots, combined with it being large and unwieldy making it a bad choice when your enemy was right in front of you, even with some distance in-between. As the dust and smoke rolled over them both before it began to dissipate Richard became capable of seeing Jager properly without the need of the Thermal Vision mode, which he promptly disabled to initiate a detailed Scan on the biological weapon, this would also aid the Suits AI in both perceiving sudden attacks as well as helping the targeting systems. Of course Richard already had Jager, or Y-1's reiatsu signature registered in the suit since months back but at this point he was taking no chances, a slight miscalculation could prove fatal at this point. Now being able to see Jager clearly with part of his visor zoomed to give him a better view of his target he was able to study the mans behavior and to his chagrin the man did not appear even slightly worse for wear, with minor bruises and scratches from the missile barrage regenerating quickly, and then there was that arrogant grin on his, no IT's face... Richard couldn't help but feel rage swell up inside him once more, thinking about what an insult this thing had slapped in his face throughout the entire ordeal. Still he was not one to let his emotions get the better of him during a mission and this would be no different, he'd let his calm and collected mind lead him to victory.
A few steps later Jager came to a stop as he seemed to take in Richard's appearance, and as Richard observed through his visor he could clearly see how Jager's eyes seemed to change, no it was his entire self that seemed to be affected though not to the same degree as his eyes however at this point it was impossible for him to tell exactly what caused it, a form of excitement perhaps? Could Y-1 truly be so twisted it delighted in the mere anticipation of battle? While observing Y-1 Richard was also considering his options, if possible he'd prefer to strike the first blow however with the Light Particle Disintegration/Re-Assembly Unit unfinished and the HyperCharge Module in an unstable state he could not reach speeds necessary to catch something like Y-1 off-guard with a frontal assault. Of course he could always attempt to use the 'Weaponized' Matrix Field Controllers on his palms and wrists to do a ranged attack and force Y-1 to dodge buying him more time... But he'd prefer not revealing the suits primary weapons straight away, as he'd possibly be able to surprise Jager with them. The fact the one on the left arm were unstable did little to help him. Before he could come to a decision however Jager began to speak, the tone of his voice being tainted by malice the further he went.
“Is that your trump card Dick? Hmmm...good, good. I did not want to leave without facing you first. Neither of us die today, there's so much yet to do, you're the only one who can give me the battle I need. But it would not be in proper form if we did not give this dawn of war a proper send off, me, to you.”
Ignoring the venom in his voice Richard was taken aback by the meaning of Jager's words, all this for some ultimate battle? It was clear by this point that Y-1 was highly intelligent yet all it wanted was to usher in an era of war? How utterly pointless... By this point Richard's seething rage that he had tucked away was exchanged with frustration that boiled to the surface, he had lost a lot this day, even if both of his Commander's were now safe he still had the largest threat to the NWO yet in front of him, a threat HE had created and improved upon over a decades time. He had no doubts his Thanatos Battle Armor would be capable of defeating even Y-1, the problem was if he could utilize it to full effect at this time as it was the first time it had been activated outside an enclosed testing area, and the first time it's activation had not horribly disfigured and killed the "volunteer".
What followed was like nothing Richard had ever seen, as tendrils of reiatsu began to coil around Jager, while his eyes became blaring red and the man seemed to struggle to keep something in, while placing a tense hand over his right eye, as Jager began to speak with a hostile voice that slowly grew even more hostile as he went. There it was again, 'Father', why did Y-1 call him as such? The thing must know Richard was not it's biological father and while he had commanded the experiment that created it he had not hand-picked any of the test subjects and so saw no reason for any form of attachment. He had not even been anywhere near Y-1 until a month after the initial test... yet somehow the biological weapon had grown some form of obsession with him, at least that's what Richard assumed it was. Despite his frustration over the situation he couldn't help but be intrigued by Jager's behavior and without really paying attention he lifted his right arm up like if he was about to stroke his chin, though he stopped mid-action, but let his arm remain where it was as he continued to observe as a deep guttural growl emanated from Jager, then he 'let it all out' so to speak...
Though what Jager's 'rant' revealed was in short nothing new it still managed to cause a chill to run up Richard's spine, perhaps it had something to do with the way he was saying it, or perhaps he subconsciously believed Jager... Despite knowing that there was no possible way for the weapon to pose an immediate threat to his organization, even should he escape, as they were on the verge of a new technological era of supremacy. The blood that began to flow from the wounds he had now inflicted on himself, and those glowing eyes staring straight at Richard were unnerving to say the least, though if nothing else it proved that Jager was unable to properly control itself, perhaps this could be used to his advantage. Regardless Richard was given little time to muse on these new discoveries as Jager seemed to have composed himself once more and was no doubt about to strike. With a short, almost monotonous excuse of a phrase Jager began the battle that would just be the first of many.
To the human eye Jager would have appeared to have teleported, such was the speed at which the living weapon was capable of propelling itself and with an arm coiled with reiatsu shaped in the form of a blade he was now heading to pierce Richard through through his head. However while this would have worked had Richard been without the Thanatos Battle Suit, with the aid of the NSHJ Unit and the suits AI, Richard was not only able to perceive Jager's approach he was also able to react.
Suddenly Jager was suddenly stopped as Richard's right hand had grabbed him across the wrist, the otherwise invisible reiatsu shield covering the entire power suit glowing a deep blue as it collided with the foreign reiatsu of Jager, while the empowered Exo-Skeleton of the suit allowed Richard to completely stop his arm from coming any closer, though the raw force and momentum behind the attack caused him to begin sliding backwards and if not for the Levitation/Balance Unit he'd no doubt had lost his footing completely, which would have been disastrous. Instead he slid a mere six meters in a matter of a second before he pulled hard on Jager's arm before he sent his right knee into the 'mans' gut with enough force to splatter a normal person across a wall. He had been about to strike with his left arm when Jager slipped out of his iron grip and retaliated with a wave of pure reiatsu that riped apart the ground underneath him and pushed him back, though it did not break through the shield. While Jager's actions had been quick and would have left most opponents wondering where he'd gone to his Visor had kept track of the man and just as his suit counter-acted the force pushed on it he used the Levitation Unit in a different fashion by propelling himself forward toward Jager in a similar fashion to the biological weapon itself, though not as fast it was still surprising speed for a human to be capable off.
Opening up with a right hook Richard continued by attempting to grab hold of Jager with his left arm, and if he managed it he'd try to eviscerate him with a reiatsu blade from the back of his right arms wrist, created by the Matrix Field Controller. Of course it was unlikely that Jager would let him get even half of these attacks off, still he kept his senses sharp and his right arm ready in case he was given the opportunity to strike.
((Note: He's not formed the reiatsu blade yet, he'd do so the instant before his final attack or if given a chance to strike at a vulnerable position.))
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Post by GoldenKitten on Jan 21, 2011 1:35:05 GMT -4
Richards blow to Jagers gut sent him spiraling through the air for a moment before he regained control of his flight path. Utilizing his arms for stability he curled into a ball and then shot his feet into the ground like a gun, promptly stopping him with no wiggle room. Once stopped he placed a foot back as if to brace himself and arranged his hands in a “martial arts” stance though the fact that it was no known martial arts suggested it was just an impromptu defense. As Richard had observed most people would already have had their insides shredded at best, but instead Jager was still giving him a smile he couldn't seem to hold back, as if seeing his technology come this far was enjoyable for him.
Richard rocketed at him faster than any member of the NWO had probably ever achieved before. Unfortunately his movements so far seemed geared toward grapples, this was fine for slower opponents but he'd never do a solid bit of damage to Jager this way. Sharp concise blows wouldn't do the single-shot incredible damage he was aiming for but it would be the only way to land something on Jager, especially since he was more maneuverable. As the hand came toward him his legs split to the sides lowering his stance as his arms fell out in and arc before arraying before him.
As the hand had just come into range and was aimed to move over him a bit Jager took advantage before Richard could retreat or change his tactics. Reiatsu collected into his fists as he pushed his legs down and sent them both careening toward the mans belly in a one-two set of jabs.
Seeing Jager fly a short distance from his initial counter-attack Richard felt his morale rising, while statistically he had been 'certain' of being able to destroy Y-1 with the Thanatos Alpha, Y-1 had defied all previous countermeasures to stop it's escape so far. Of course while he felt he had the upper hand and charged at Jager, he had left himself vulnerable as he struck out with his arms... It hadn't gone unnoticed by Richard when Jager dodged and prepared his own counter-attack, but it was simply too late for him to react and instead of attempting to dodge the attack he made the suit concentrate the armor suits shield to the front just mere moments before Jager's fists connected with the armor plating covering his gut.
A flash of blue and red shot out as the fists connected with the barrier, the first blow being completely guarded against but it had crippled the shield enough to let the second blow through and as it connected with the actual plating a loud metalic sound echoed out however there seemed to have been little more than a mark where it had hit. Though the suit had absorbed the one-two hit brilliantly the second hit still managed to push a great deal of pressure into Richard's gut and it was merely through the pain signals being 'removed' by the NSHJ Unit that he didn't keel over, it still caused a slight nausea to blur his vision however, but that was not enough to stop him. Letting the Levitation/Balance Unit counter-act the force put on the suit Richard merely flew up roughly half a meter before he began to descent again whereupon he brought both arms down together like a sledgehammer onto Jager's head. Or at least, that was his intention.
Watching his opponent fly into the air Jager redacted his arms and slid to the side, pulling his legs back and springing outward. They headed toward each other with equal form and as they met he absorbed the fist into his left-arm like a guard, even he would probably bruise there for a few minutes. However their closeness did not allow Richard to quickly retrieve his hands as Jager stuck his right hand behind Richards head and popped it, it wasn't enough to do damage but was enough to jimmy his neck forward. At the same time he brought his own head forward and slammed it hard into the spiritual casing his opponent was in, this caused a small crack in the heads plating which could be a future weakness.
This exchange did showcase how Y1's strength extended to his skeletal structure and reishi defense, seeing as he didn't give himself a brain injury in the process. After delivering the blow Jager had retracted his hand allowing Richard to absorb the full momentum which sent him toward the ground. At the same time Jager utilized reiatsu to spin in mid-air before coming to a sliding stop a few meters from his foe. He did not immediately attack and instead busied himself brushing off the slightly bruised and bleeding arm he had used to block the blow. In truth he was waiting for Richard to come to him, he needed to get a little closer to Tokyo Tower so rushing in right now wasn't going to help.
Though Richard had assumed Jager's reaction time was better than his own even in the Thanatos, he had not expected him to be able to take full advantage of how he did not fly like one normally would have from the force put on him. Still he attempted to make it count by putting all his exo-skeleton enhanced strength into his 'sledgehammer' but to no avail as Jager simply blocked it with one arm before proceeding to pull his head forward enough for a headbutt just above the visor plate of the mask-like helmet. The shock sent through his system at the sudden impact caused Richard's mind to go completely blank for a second as pain shot through him and his vision blackened before the suits internal system managed to stabilize. As he fell down onto his back he noticed red text appearing on the visor ["Suit Self-Repair Protocol Initiated, priority: Helm Plate"]. That bastard had actually managed to crack the plating with his head...
Though to Richard's shaken mind it appeared as if he had laid there for hours on end it had merely been a second or two, and as he managed to collect himself and the suit began it's self-repair he launched up on his feet aided once again by the Levitation/Balance system. Already knowing Jager's location thanks to the radar on his visor's HUD he was already facing the man once his feet touched the ground. Richard was curious why Jager had not struck while he was vulnerable, but of course someone like Jager didn't have to bother with having a weak squishy body that reacted differently than their "shell", so maybe he wasn't sure just how badly disoriented Richard had been... Either way he still had a battle to win and he didn't have all day, his suit war barely stable as it was and the damage it had taken didn't help. Still he remained focused on Jager as he moved his arms in front of him, ready to react if the man decided to strike as he considered his options.
Rushing in once again would be unlikely to meet with success, Jager was simply that much quicker than he. At the same time however, if he was truly as intelligent as he appeared then he'd be unlikely to do the same mistake again... He needed something to keep Jager occupied at least for a moment. Opening his comm-channels Richard ordered the ambush squads who had begun to set-up during the missile raid to commence fire, and only to cease once he made contact with Y-1 once again. The moment the sniper rounds began to fly Richard jumped back as he let the Levitation system do it's work as he slid backwards just over the ground. If Jager went directly for him Richard was ready to form a blade in his right hand with the Field Controller, if not he'd pull out the Mag-Rail rifle he had slung over his back and attempt to inflict a serious injury on Jager.
Richard was just standing there, maybe he realized his current approach wasn't working, though Jager expected better out of the man who had created him. He was growing bored of waiting when a faint echo reached his ears, Jager snapped his head backward just in time for the first bullet to skim below his jawline. The next moment he had propelled backward to dodge the remnants, and while he was annoyed they had resorted to shooting at him, his logical side realized this was the opening he had been waiting for. As he backed off he moved into a wide arc around Richard while dancing in erratic patterns, the snipers were annoying but they couldn't hit someone who was capable of whiplashing his body into forms no normal person could possibly have done. Though as Richard went for the large rifle on his back it became obvious their intent was more to corner him than to do any actual damage.
This might have worked had his goal been to attack Richard but as it was he was pulling further away from the man with every moment. By this point Richard was firing on him with slow deliberation, trying to make every shot count, one shell went directly between his legs as he lept into the air, another time he could feel the heat as it passed by his left cheek. He was far more accurate than the snipers, no doubt in thanks to the machines calculating inside his suit, but the further the range between them the less likely he was to get a dead-on shot. It was when he was about forty meters from him and nearing the tower while he was in the air that he spun his arm in a wide circular pattern.
A moment later another ball of reiatsu had been flung in Richards direction near identical to the one he had used to destroy the skyscraper supports earlier. It was weaker and smaller, but even so if Richard was anywhere close when it went off it was going to do some damage. Of course the real purpose was getting him off him for a second as Jager was allowed to stop hopping about for a moment and instead raced to the tower in a straight line, slamming his fist into a power box at the bottom. He ripped the panel off before retrieving something inside which he hooked over his ear, the NWO would have no trouble detecting the continuous radio beacon that had just been activated and attached to him. This at least validated that there was a plan in place, though how he planned to get out while surrounded was still up in the air.
With that completed Jager could return to the task at hand as he pulled his leg back and delivered a mighty kick to the support which split it from its concrete root. With a running jump he slammed through the fractured support to the inside and turned about to get a quick look at where Richard had since moved to. With a flip he escalated several dozen meters before severing the support with his blade-like hand so that a single solid piece was not connected, then with an accurate kick sent it careening in Richards direction. Richard could likely dodge it with ease but again it had been a means to distract him as by the time he had moved out of the way Jager was only ten meters away and closing.
Meanwhile behind him the remaining supports of the tower groaned, and shifted ominously.
This was strange... Richard had expected Jager to attempt and close the distance between them as quickly as possible but instead he seemed intent on getting further away while dancing around the sniper rounds in erratic patterns making him hard to predict, and from their rooftop positions Richard did not blame the Shade's for not hitting as he himself was unable to get a clear shot in with the Mag-Rail rifle even from his own position, his frustration growing with each slug that just barely brushed by Jager's form and impacted either the ground or a building behind him causing severe damage to both. After roughly 4 shots, with another three before the large gun would become unstable Jager suddenly swept around as he formed a large ball of reiatsu over his head and threw it toward Richard
With his gun still trained at Jager's exact position Richard was a about to fire once more before he realized just how unstable the sphere of reiatsu heading his way truly was, and shooting through it now could have unforeseen consequences... If it went off like the last one it could easily take out the supports of Tokyo Tower, and covering that up would be more than just a nightmare. Thus he hesitated for just a moment, but that moment was enough to force him to avoid the attack rather than take advantage of Jager's vulnerable back. Planting his feet firmly on the concrete beneath him Richard then launched himself into the air, getting almost thirty meters up before the levitation device 'locked' him in place as he took notice of Jager's position before aiming the rifle down at the sphere before letting a slug fly into the center of the reiatsu mass. As predicted the shot caused the reiatsu to be unleashed though as the center was taken out it did not create nearly as large a destructive force as it could have.
The reason he had 'wasted' a slug on this was for the reason of not letting it roll off into yet another building, and as Richard had stood at practically the center of the road the unraveling blast just scorched the sides of the nearby buildings rather than make them topple.
With his new perspective Richard was able to see the smashed power box behind Jager as well as the piece of tech he had attached to his ear, his suit shortly picking up the signaling being sent from a beacon. As he had suspected Jager was working with someone, the fact that he had just activated a form of beacon suggested they were not in his organization at least but how they intended to get him out of this situation was beyond him. There was no other organization in the world who had the technology to battle the NWO, and so far he only knew of two groups who were a threat to them, but that would soon change. Returning to the reality at hand Richard trained his rifle on Jager once more but noticed how the man moved to one of the towers supports, hitting one of those could be disastrous-
Of course this was when Jager decided to sever one of them on his own, though not enough to topple the tower straight away it began to shift ominously... Not turning from his target Richard used his comm to order one of the A-T choppers to attach it's cargo wire to the top of the tower and keep it steady, the last thing they needed was having it topple down on them. Once he was finished with this however Jager had set his own plan in motion and sent a piece of the towers support careening through the air straight toward him. While the metal girder did not possess any reiatsu, it's weight and the velocity it was moving at was a threat of it's own, still not enough for the Thanatos power armor however. Letting go of the Mag-Rail rifle with his left arm Richard lowered the gun just enough to allow his arm to 'cross' his chest, then just as the piece of metal was about to strike him he launched his left arm out in a back-hand strike straight to the side of the make-shift projectile.
Though the projectile still moved in his direction the force behind Richard's own attack caused it to buckle where it was struck and it was forced out of the way enough so that it barely scratched the side of the armor, now seeing Jager closing in he brought the Mag-Rail rifle up once again as he fired it one-handed, though his aim was slightly off it would still cause a significant injury if Jager did not avoid it somehow.
As Jager moved forward he caught the muzzle flash of the rifle and cutting into the ground with reiatsu slid to the side. Collecting the remnant reiatsu in his legs he shot off toward the floating enemy which destroyed a large portion of the area beneath them in the process due to the volatility of the forces he used. There was no chance for another shot though as Jagers open palm collided with the end of the guns barrel and began ripping through it, strong as it was it wasn't built for absorbing that kind of blow from the outside. His hand ran down the entire structure as it essentially atomized before them, Richard was just quick enough to release the gun as the last of its structure was blown apart. Then their palms collided and though Richard caught the blow the unevenness of his still form being hit on one side of his body like a pivot threw them both into a spin mid-air.
Flying out of control while face to face Jager grinned while yelling loud enough to be heard, “Careful father, or things might not go to plan!”
With their hands interlocked Jager now refused to let go and instead pulled hard and began to spin. His body fell behind Richards as he pulled the mans arm behind his back with their backs to one another. Still in a spin he took control of that spin as they hurtled with incredible force to the ground. As they spun upwards of twenty times a second, overpowering the suits ability to levitate Jager deviated at the last moment so that they straightened out for brief second. With only a meter before contact with the ground and Jager wielding a palm full of reiatsu above him Richard was going to have to think fast to get out of this uninjured...though that was a tall order. And then, contact or not the reiatsu exploded as it made contact with the ground, cleaving its way into the bedrock and sending massive pieces of earth flying in every direction.
He had acted prematurely, thinking that Jager's forward momentum was too great to allow him to avoid the shot Richard had fired the Mag-Rail rifle but his enemy had deviated from it's path just enough and then came barreling toward him with the force of a bullettrain. Before the Mag-Rail could fire another shot Jager's palm collided with the front of the large gun and with the reiatsu in his palm and the momentum he carried it was enough to cause the advanced piece of weaponry to shatter into millions of expensive little fragments. Knowing there was no use in attempting to save the weapon he simply let go as he opened his palm to grab ahold of Jager's arm, at which point he'd be able to counter-attack once again. Sadly while his plan was sound he had forgotten to account for two things, one being that he was not on solid ground and so rather than working on stabilizing him the Levitation/Balance system was busy keeping him from being subject to gravity, and his own position compared to Jager's momentum.
As their hands interlocked Jager shortly after passed him by and forced Richard into a spin, before Jager managed to jank his arm behind his back and as they continued to spin a message signifying how the L/B system was unable to keep up was displayed on the visor's HUD. With both of them being back-to-back and with his right arm in an arm-lock there was little Richard could do as they began to spiral out of control before they fell toward the ground at dangerous velocities. Still he wasn't going to surrender to fate as his mind went into overdrive trying to think of a plan. Then moments before they were to impact the ground Jager shifted his position, just enough to allow the 'man' to strike, this was just what Richard needed to act.
Anyone else would have needed the President's explicit permission to do what Richard was about to do, but as he WAS the President there was little more than a few milliseconds delay before the order was received and suddenly the circuits and reiatsu channels within the armor suit began to overflow, any surface 'lines' beginning to glow brightly with reishi. Using the arm-lock itself to his advantage Richard counter-acted Jager's strength to turn around and face him before he struck out with his left arm and hitting Jager's own right arm at the elbow just as it was about to strike sending it off-course enough for the brunt of the reiatsu attack to miss. Richard was still struck back-first into the now unraveling ground but the physical impact from that was nothing compared to the attack he had just barely averted.
With a loud growl that just barely made it out of the confines of the armor suit Richard broke through the rocks and concrete that had half-buried him before he once more turned to face Jager, the armor still being overflowing with reiatsu from the HyperCharge. With determined fury Richard almost immediately charged at Jager, this time at a much faster speed than he had done so initially thanks to the extra juice in the armor suits "gears" and as he came within reach he swung his right arm in a quick concise arc as a blade of pure reiatsu formed in his grasp that would probably cleave Jager in half if he did not move. He did not let his momentum become a hindrance however as whether Jager dodged or blocked the blade he used the L/B system along with his built-up momentum to go into a spin with the intent to kick Jager in the head with enough force to turn a tank into mush.
When Richard induced the new system into his suit his speed exploded, he now stood a head of Jager by roughly the same amount Jager had him until this point. As he came at Y1 like a lightning bolt the living weapon was forced to pull down below the cleaving blade, it was far to large even for him and would have done long-term damage, if he survived at all. Pulling a move more along his style of fighting though Richard used the failed blows momentum to carry him into a spin with a power kick attached to it. Jager was fast enough to pull his head out of the way but the kick was to full-bodied to dodge completely and impacted the right side of his chest with avengeance. Even for him a blow directly above the heart gave his bodies moment pause as his mind reeled and only caught up a half second later when he only just caught himself in a rolling stop which he half stood from.
He looked down to his chest which the skin had been torn from and which was now bleeding copiously, of course the blood loss was less important than the damage it had done to the tissue itself. Though he was still in control he felt the pangs of anger rising in him as his reiatsu pulled away from his body slightly and began to form small tendrils of energy, “Yes, yes, that's the way Richard. I was starting to grow worried you couldn't do-”
But before he could finish Richard had charged across the clearing and placed a firm palm into his chest once more. This send him into the air again though he caught himself more readily this time and came to a sliding stop where he wasted no time and got to his feet. For the first time since the start of the fight the look he was now giving was not one of pleasure. He of course didn't appear in pain, he didn't know the word, but it was quite evident he was not nearly as pleased as he had been just moments prior. He took up a stance in preparation for the next assault, but in truth he knew he was in trouble. Not because of Richard alone, but because he could feel his hand shaking, his reiatsu pulling away from his body in greater waves. Somewhere he questioned if it had been smart to challenge the man before he had greater control over himself, but as the President came at him again, there was no real time to give it proper thought.
It was working. The HyperCharge that made the suit overflow with reiatsu gave him the edge he needed to not only keep up with Jager but exceed him in almost every aspect (or so he thought), and though the 'man' had avoided being hit by the bright blue blade that was literally burning with pure reiatsu the round-house kick he followed up with connected and sent Jager flying. He wasn't going to let his target rest however, not even for a moment, he knew how unstable the HyperCharge was and so it was possible that it could give in at any moment and short-circuit the entire suit. Normally he'd have disabled it once again but he was unsure what would happen should he do so. Finishing this quickly was the most reliable solution available to him.
Launching after Jager, Richard ignored his arrogant words as he attempted to grab a hold of him but Richard was not used to the speed and power of the suit in it's current state and so instead of a grip he ended up with a palm push that sent Jager tumbling further away. Richard watched with frustration as Jager managed to direct himself to a proper landing this time, though despite his anger and frustration he noticed how Jager's reiatsu began to act erratically and the advanced perspective available to him took note of how his facial expression had changed and how one of his hands were shaking.
A scowl grew on Richard's face, concealed behind the metal plating of the 'helmet' as he moved his left arm out slightly while opening his palm as a bright flash of blue emanated from it before a second blade formed in that hand however it took but a moment to notice that it was not nearly as stable and concentrated as the first one. Still it was a deadly weapon and now Richard wielded two. Having decided to end it in the next minute Richard once again launched at Jager with incredible speed as he swung the left blade in a overhead arc, anticipating Jager's movements to strike where he dodged with the right before finally either kicking him again or striking out with one of his elbows, depending on how Jager moved. He wasn't about to let the bastard get the upper hand again.
With little concern for personal safety Jager retook the initiative and charged in headlong. He was not built for being sneaky in combat and the suits responses would have made being roundabout a pointless affair, it was better to simply push beyond the limits Richard thought his opponent was at. Of course, even Jager wasn't really certain of where those limits were, he just knew he was growing angry, and with that anger a renewed sense of power was filling him. As he got in close he struck out with his arm which Richard mirrored in an attempt to cut it clear off, diverting the arm into a high arc Richard followed it. However at the same time he was bringing his second blade down on Jagers unprotected body, to compensate he slammed his body into the armor. It didn't do much in the way of damage but there was no way for Richard to immediately strike his core here, and now that he was close he swung his first arm back around the blade. Like a dagger cleaving through butter it burned the air around it as it came straight for Richards heart...
A split-second before it connected, as the tips of his fingers brushed the reiatsu-enhanced metal, Richard propelled himself backward just avoiding the fatal blow. Jager shook his head in annoyance and patted himself on the back of his head repeatedly, something he was unaware he was doing. Anyone versed in clinical psychology, as Richard might very well have been, would know this was a tell-tell sign of someone losing their cool. Someone who had just tried their best hand and when it failed they found themselves fumbling for another answer, he took advantage of this.
Jagers mind wasn't collected anymore, the consuming focus it had before was becoming muddled, other forces in his mind were pushing in. This was in turn making it difficult to focus on the here and now. Others were taking away from his tactical approach, his feral sensibilities were telling him to just attack, and attack, and attack while he knew better at heart. His mind was not as whole as he had assumed it to be and this was the worst possible place to try and rope it under control, after his last attack failed he could hardly even focus on the battlefield anymore. Somewhere in the back of his head he realized things were not running smoothly like they were supposed to, he could actually lose here, most of him found that laughable but some of him-
He let out a cough as most of his mind came to and he looked down to find the tip of one of the blades going through his lower-chest. Using a great amount of force he threw himself backward at an amazingly accelerated pace and in short order was standing several dozen meters away in what had to be the fastest movement either of them had yet displayed. Though the blade had not penetrated enough to do real damage he still looked down with a mixture of curiosity and anger at the bleeding wound there as it poured out and turned what was left of his white lab-pants red. Whatever intelligence had been in there seemed to have broken, for a few moments he babbled incoherently as his reiatsu pulled away from him resembling what the NWO was used to seeing when he was on a mission.
Richard was coming for him but it was as if in slow motion. Inside all the other factors were being pushed to the side, there were only two voices talking now. The one that was in control, and the one that wanted to kill everything, and right now...they were starting to sound a lot alike.
Pulling his arms back some of the released reiatsu came back to him and began circling in a whirlwind before he let out a mighty roar. In the blink of an eye he was charging at Richard at twice the speed he previously had, the leader of the NWO wasted no time striking out with his blades but Jagers eyes grew wide as they had before. He ducked under one, then spun in a tightly bound cyclone into close quarters. With his back still to Richard he backfisted him into the air via the gut, this force caused both the blades to be pulled back a bit. Finishing the spin with another bestial roar he planted a foot firmly onto the suits chest and sent it flying a dozen meters before it hit the ground and flipped once, then Richard righted himself with the levitation system.
Jager threw his hands to his side and with a look of joy supplemented by some deeper, darker malice he let out a raspy “Haahahhhh, don't tell me that's all you had!? Don't show your strengths unless absolutely necessary right father?”
Richard was being pushed back now as Jager struck out at him once again, if he could have he would surely have thought up a different tactic but as it was trying to parry with his blades was his only current option. Unfortunately for him the strategic nature of Jager and its more innate instincts were now working together, of course he couldn't know that, even Jager didn't know it. He would only be able to look back and realize such at a later date, but it was the first signs of what he was capable of doing. Along with being the first real evidence that Jager was not as separate himself as it first appeared.
As he charged in Jager formed his own blade and weaved in and around Richards own hand, at the last moment bringing it up so that it glided along the wrist. As it cut through the mechanical bits built there the blade in Richards left hand dissipated, at the same time Jager retracted his own blade and focused it into his hand. With nothing to stop him anymore his fingers were wrapped around every nuance they could find purchase on the suits mask. Forcing himself up and under the man he lifted him into the air, deflecting his right blade with his own before pulling hard and tossing him into the ground below. There was no pause for Richard to take advantage of though as Jager was standing on top of him and slammed one of his feet down on the other contraption for making the blade, with the other pinning his opposite shoulder.
After delivering a series of stomps to the machine until it cracked slightly he took his foot off, and then things got creepy.
Falling down and using his knees and arms to pin the man he pulled his right hand back and began slamming his fist into Richards face-mask with no mercy. They had both been moving with a degree of grace and speed before but there was none of that here, it was complete brutality and Richard had only his suit to thank for not being splattered across the park...of course he also had himself to thank for Jagers existence, but alas. Even through the suit he surely felt every blow as it snapped his head back and slowly pushed him deeper into the ground below, then his vision went out as a crack formed along the visor, and after the next blow it split in half and part of it slid off.
Jager stopped when that happened and grabbed the piece in his hand, he looked at it briefly before looking down at the new hole in the mask. Sliding like a snake he moved his face within inches of Richards while giggling to himself slightly until one of his solid red-eyes was peering in at one of Richards own, “I seeeeee yoooouuuu....told you neither of us died today...” he added in a childish tone before he stood up and raised the mask fragment above his head.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~~~~~!!!!”, he let out a near pitch perfect recreation of a wolves howl that was eerie to say the least.
But his posturing got the better of him, Richard used the brief moment in which he wasn't held down to rocket away. At first he just managed to use the levitation to push himself a few meters but before Jager could properly respond, still being caught up in his own little wold, he had regained his footing. Clearly realizing there was nothing to be gained here, and with his suit now being at critical limits he retreated with great speed into the darkness. Jager began to walk after him for a moment before the man accelerated to the point that he disappeared completely, stopping with a frown Jager threw his arms up, “What?! You're going to run! What now Richard, that's it! I'm disappointed, you aren't supposed to let me go so easily!”
He was answered by a bullet to the chest as one of the nearby units shot him. However it just passed through with seemingly no effect and he laughed aloud as several other units made themselves known around him. Clearly knowing he couldn't win alone Richard had finally ordered his units into action. As sniper fire began to pour down on his position as combat units entered the field and opened fire. A red layer of reiatsu was permeating off of Jager by this point and was building to a thicker and thicker degree with every passing second. Despite their spiritual properties the bullets they fired were washing off Jager like water, much like regular bullets had done in the past. Jager continued to laugh, punctuating it with the occasional howl as he walked around rubbing his forehead as if he was in on the worlds funniest joke...and really, really drunk. But then he retaliated, he held his hand up in the direction of the nearest ground-forces and a wall of energy flew at them, tossing them across the clearing until they were crushed against one of the surrounding buildings.
With bullets continuing to wash over him one of the HK2's took a position over him in the air and unleashed a storm of missiles upon his location. However he slid out of the explosion zone after a brief pause seemingly no worse for wear and pulled his arms back while making a new “Hwwwaaggh” sound as if pooling his strength. Some of the defense around him seemed to dissipate though bullets were still useless as tendrils of energy formed around his hands. He threw his fists at the HK2 and a half-dozen tendrils flew across the space between them in a blink, embedding themselves within the helicopters metal skin. After doing so he pulled taught, and the HK2 shifted in air.
Now that his force was exerted upon it he began to spin and amazingly the HK2 followed suit. It spiraled wildly in the air as its actuators tried to combat the unnatural forces before on the third spin it was released and sent spiraling into the air. The pilot attempted to wrest control quickly as it began to right itself but there was no time as it was only a dozen meters from the nearest building and a moment later slammed into it several stories up.
Back at ground zero Jager stood in the middle of the forces wriggling his fingers as the tendrils violently snapped at anything that got to close, rearing back he yelled into the air, RICHARRRRRRRRDDDD! Hahahaha-AwooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~!!!! RICHARD! You can run today father! That's the plan! But now you know, now YOU KNOW! You'll be here when I bring it all to an end, and you, you can't beat me no matter how hard you try, and that's the pain you need to know. Hahahahaha-hehehe-hahahahahahaha...” he pulled one arm back before pumping it into the air air, “AWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
A powerful wall of reiatsu ripped out of him and tossed anybody within two dozen meters of him away. It was a mystery to anyone how he was still producing reiatsu, one that would not be solved for many months yet to come. For the time being the question remained, how were they supposed to stop him?
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Joint post between Goldenkitten and Zhiel: 01/20/11
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Post by Zhiel on Feb 15, 2011 23:11:12 GMT -4
For but a moment Jager's thoughts seemed to have strayed from the battle and taking the opportunity presented to him Richard had thrust his right hands reiatsu blade into the living weapons abdomen, however it barely managed to pass a few inches before Jager seemed to come back to life and with speed that even the suits AI tracking systems had a hard time to calculate and follow leaped backwards narrowly avoiding a wound that while not fatal would have left him vulnerable for a finishing blow. The shock-wave released into the ground when Jager had avoided the brunt of Richard's attack counter-acted the suits momentum and he was stopped dead in his tracks unable to follow immediately as he had to find equilibrium once more, and as he prepared to launch at Jager again he noticed how the 'man' seemed to have completely lost it as he babbled incoherently and his reiatsu began to take a form that he was more familiar with, that of the feral Y-1.
Sadly this did not last long enough to give Richard another opportunity to attack as shortly after he charged toward Jager the 'man' came at him too and with speed that he could barely register despite his advanced training and tracking aid. Normal human reactions wouldn't even have time to truly register there was something in front of him but thanks to Richard's foresight regarding high-level spirit battles he had devices the Nervous System Override (Informally known as the Hijack Unit) due to it's capability to "hijack" signals between the body and the brain, selectively removing "harmful" ones such as pain while enhancing beneficial ones such as physical reactions, it also helped speed up brain activity to a certain degree though most of it was because of the NWO's advanced training routines which allowed even a regular human to perceive things one should be unable to. Thanks to this device Richard was able to strike out toward the incoming attack however Jager was not the raging berserker he had seemed a moment earlier and skillfully dodged his blow, going into a spin that ended with the back of his hand connecting with the armor plating on Richard's stomach, penetrating the shield as if it was nothing and while not causing significant damage to the armor itself caused it to be pushed back while Richard had to fight to keep his lunch in. It seemed the system was in need of some fine-tuning...
His momentary lapse of concentration had caused the Matrix Field Controllers in the hands of the suit to retract the blades however through force of will Richard reasserted control, the limitations of his human body inside the shell would prove further a disadvantage however as Jager had taken the opportunity to close the distance and delivered a solid kick to the chest plate of the armor suit, the force behind it being enough to cause a surface crack though according to his visor the damage, while not extensive had weakened the stability of the plating throughout. That and his suit reserves had just went below the 50% mark.
Hitting the ground Richard let the momentum carry him backwards as the whole suit flipped over before he took control of it's gravity and righted himself in a fluid motion however he wasn't sure about how he'd be able to handle Jager anymore. Had the suit been more stable and not on "life support" like it was now with the Stabilization Field he could have attempted to outlast the monster, after all bursting that much reiatsu around would cause him to run out eventually, and Richard wouldn't need to use too much to defend himself if he played things his way thanks to the solid armor plating, but as things were he did not have time on his side... The logical side within him told him it was time to retreat, that there was little more he could do here, the more prideful part wanted to finish this one way or the other.
Normally Richard's logical side took precedence but with the addition of Jager now taunting him once again his anger over the whole situation was beginning to get the better of him, and this caused him to hesitate for just that moment before the human weapon was charging at him with speed that he could not match. Weaving his reiatsu blades out trying to catch Jager before the man could fully close the distance, he proved too slow, or perhaps too predictable as Jager somehow managed to punch through his left arms bracer, breaking the left Field Controller causing the blade to dissipate in his hand shortly followed by Jager taking a firm grip over the metal mask protecting his head and lifting him into the air. Attempting to force Jager to release him he tried to swipe at his foes side with the remaining reiatsu blade but being unable to see clearly he was not able to do much when Jager blocked the attack with a tremendous amount of reiatsu formed into a blade on his left hand. With his attempt foiled Richard tried to rear his right leg back to deliver a kick onto Jager but was cut short as he was thrown straight into the ground, the impact leaving a half-decimeter deep man-shaped hole in the previously cracked but now completely wrecked road.
Richard had barely registered what had happened when Jager was upon him, stomping down on his right wrist like if intending to take it off completely however luckily for Richard this did not have quite the same effect as the monsters hand-blade, though the repeated punishment caused a crack on the bracer plate which let enough of the force through to damage the remaining Field Controller... Well things had just gone from bad to terrible in a matter of seconds. What was perhaps most remarkable about the whole thing though was that his wrist was basically unharmed by the punishment, though he'd no doubt have quite a few bruises afterward. That is if he survived at all as Jager was now basically sitting over him with one of his fists raised to punch Richard in the face.
With a little more time Richard could have devised a way out of this situation, or given one of his teams time to line up a shot to Jager's head, this time was not given and Richard could do little but grit his teeth and attempt to endure the incoming punishment, while praying that the suit would hold up. To say whether the first strike was the worst or not was hard to say, it definitely affected his neck the most as his head was basically shot back so fast the servos on his neck almost broke and he could feel something odd back there though it was only a distant thought next to the pain that shot through his system for a moment before the suit caught up and removed the signals though it didn't much help as another hit came before long, and then again and again plowing his head further into the ground until the inside of Richard's visor suddenly went dark, and shortly later a deep crack that ran straight through it made itself apparent when a piece of it fell off partially exposing Richard's face, though all one could really see was his right eye and a small bit of skin that wasn't covered with a bodysuit. During this Richard had experienced intense pain throughout most of his system and so he had a pained expression on his concealed face the moment the visor broke but it wasn't long before he let out a gasp as he realized with sheer terror what had happened...
“I seeeeee yoooouuuu....told you neither of us died today...”
The pure red eye staring down at him did not seem to really match the childish tone in Jager's voice, and contrary to his words it seemed like it wanted to tear him to shreds. Of course from what he'd seen of Jager trying to predict exactly what this monster was thinking would be an impossible task without further data, though at this time Richard was simply in too much shock to think straight but that was when Jager stood up and raised the piece of the visor that had fallen off like if he was holding a 'trophy' of some kind while howling eerily like a wolf. Richard could probably have struck at Jager at this time but with no proper weapons available to him and his suit beginning to fall apart he had no choice but to retreat and with those goals in mind Richard assigned all non-essential suit power to the Levitation/Balance Unit as he rocketed out of Jager's reach before hitting the ground and using his momentum to roll over his shoulder and flip up onto his feet again and the moment he got sure footing he was off, with just enough speed to prevent Jager from following him easily it appeared. Once he had taken shelter in the darkness of a nearby building he calibrated the suit visor so that all critical information was moved to the remaining portion of the screen, at which point he noticed the suit had finished calibrating the stealth system. "About fucking time..." Richard muttered to himself as he engaged it and moved closer to the now ballistic Jager, though sure to stay a good distance from the conflict itself.
With horror Richard watched as Jager merely shrugged off the projectiles raining down on him, even the high caliber rounds they used for their custom sniper rifles! However this was apparently just the start as he released a tremendous amount of reiatsu toward a squad of lower ranking ELITEs that had been on ground level and just seconds later he shot tendrils of energy into a HK2 and caused it to spiral out of control as it crashed into the side of a building. In the back of his mind he was considering if it would be possible to salvage it, as they were built to withstand attacks by spirits of at least Class C though he had bigger worries on his mind when Jager began to yell like a crazed lunatic about how this was all part of some great plan, though what worried him most was that the monstrosity was yelling his name, rather loudly at that. Still being quite protective of his identity even within the organization itself Richard began to check what units were present on what remained of his HUD, and luckily it seemed like ELITE units were the only ones that were within hearing distance, well alive anyways. Just to be sure however he sent out an order that told all present units to not speak of what had happened until the debriefing.
With a deep sigh Richard slumped back against the wall of the building he had been leaning against as a static crackling noise emanated from the armor suit before it began to break up, beginning with cracks appearing all over the plating before it shattered like glass, the shards turning to spirit particles before they refocused onto the under-suit, forming the pre-activation pieces that he had worn over it earlier, though what was apparent was how many of them were damaged or worn. Resting on the ground Richard could hear his heart pounding as he began to gasp for air, his body was not accustomed to using such a powerful armor suit and it was becoming more than a little obvious as every cell in his body started screaming with pain however he shot it down as he gritted his teeth before moving one hand to his neck. Yep something was definitely not right there he determined as more pain shot through him by a mere touch, luckily their medical technology had gone to the point they could surgically replace even the spinal cord, though it was unlikely for that to be necessary as the suit had absorbed almost all of the damage he had taken. Despite Jager overpowering him he had been unable to truly break the suit, which showed it had great potential.
With the visor of the inactive Alpha Thanatos suit Richard observed the ongoing battle, though it was more of a last ditch effort of stopping Jager and he knew if the man truly wanted it he could probably escape at this point, at this time he decided to check all overall changes and he was glad to see that both Reginald and Katherine were receiving treatment and while Katherine still weren't stable her condition had not worsened. With little to do but wait for evac, Richard tried as best he could to remain conscious while keeping tabs on the battle itself. Despite all his foresight, Blasted Heath had failed, but as with every failure Richard would make sure to learn from it and proceed stronger than before.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Mar 27, 2011 20:50:22 GMT -4
Existence was chaos. Everyone present had entered a realm none had known existed, this included Jager himself. Anyone present could instantly sum up the emotional smorgasboard he was displaying as “power hungry”, he'd hit some continuity nowhere in the records...though as the night was showing there was much about Jager nobody knew. Chances were at that point he could have escaped, hell, he could have likely done it on foot if he'd so been inclined. But despite his poetic words to Richard he really did seem to have no intent to pull back as he cut through anything that placed a working body part within his view. This meant he was either reverting back to his feral form, or far worse, he still had a plan.
Naturally the NWO was not stupid, after the initial cataclysmic loss of anyone within Jagers attack range they had pulled out. Of course the occasional member got something blown off if they exposed themselves for too long, but by-and-large it was a game of attrition now. More odd was that it was one they would win, the ELITE's had a near infinite cache of ammo, Jager was flinging superpowered bombs of which there was an end. He was fighting strong but he wasn't fighting particularly smart, expending energy into waves and tendrils that could have gotten the job done at half that strength. The NWO had never actually seen Jagers limit, there was incredible danger had he ever reached it, but it was hard to believe someone who was throwing up their own personal World War on a second-by-second basis could keep it up for a prolonged period.
The air was actually heating up, Jagers powers weren't fire-based but he was exuding so much energy into the air it was becoming oversaturated. Anybody viewing the scene through thermal or less-calibrated spiritual monitors couldn't even see the form of a human anymore, instead the park was just a foreboding glow.
Jager cackled manically as energy like no other poured through him, he didn't know why he'd never tried this before! Little warning lights kept going off in the back of his head but they went unacknowledged, the sheer bliss overpowering the truth that his thin layer of rationale was trying to make known. Thankfully Jager knew himself, and he had planned ahead. Rage and joy in the form of red waves passed over a group of ELITE's who just managed to throw themselves behind cover before the spiritual power burned every visible surface it contacted.
Jager was slowly making his way toward the hiding group when a shrill alarm sounded out across the entire opening, audio locator's quickly determined the source to be the device Jager had placed over his ear. Inside their suits the sound was loud, but just another noise amongst the general commotion which they could filter through. However, in truth it had reached nearly 160 decibels, more than enough to blow someones eardrum out and any unguarded ear nearby would have been split open. This was adequately displayed when Jager clamped down hard on his ear as if someone had just shoved a spike into it, at the same time he crumpled to one knee.
The tone lasted for a full ten-seconds before he rose to his foot at its end. The ELITE's had the presence of mind to use the opening but unfortunately despite his seeming prone state Jager had still been surrounded by energy and the shots fired were wasted, melting into the ether. Still grabbing his ear while shaking his head like a dog would shake off fleas Jager stated, “Ha-ha----haaauuh! Did-didn't think they'd set it that loud! Damn! Haha!”
After a few seconds he recollected himself and planted his feet firmly side-by-side and looked almost perfectly in Richards direction (though one might guess this was because he figured Richard hadn't moved, not because he could see through the stealth...but who knew?). He gave a defiant smile while most of the incoming fire ceased, most realizing its futility at this point and bunkering up since he was clearly changing plans at this point. He raised his left hand and pointed in their direction before bellowing out as loud as he could, “Allllright then Richard!~~~ Time for me to go. I do appreciate everything you've helped me learn since my “birth” father, it will doubtless come in handy in the weeks to come! I don't know when we'll see each other next but I'll make sure you enjoy iiiiiiii----auugghhh, what?”
Visual readings had been showing the saturation of spiritual particles dropping ever since the loud tone had brought Jagers thinking back to the forefront. At first it seemed it was just dropping back into the realm of the norm but it had continued to shrink below that as it tightened into a fine coating around the living weapons body. Jagers speech went from fully formed to slurred and confused in a split second, like someone having a stroke in the middle of a big debate. His eyes glazed over and lost their pure red luster before they refocused on his left arm and he began making strange faces, faces that suggested a new experience that he didn't know how to cope with.
Small wisps of spirit energy were wrapping around his hand in his typical fashion, however they were small and seemed confined to that area. Further image enhancement would show that the skin around which it was wrapping itself was growing blackened at a consistent rate, in the background Jager continued to make a low moan. This feeling he didn't know it, but it was pain, pain without his usual strength to make it more of a tickle, his left arm was becoming human like. Like the NWO itself Jager had no real idea where his limits lay or what would happen when he hit them...they were all about to find out.
The pillar exploded with such speed and ferocity nobody present had a chance to move for cover.
Jager arched back almost to the point of contortion, holding his left arm by the elbow. A cyclone of red-energy fire exploded from the opening soars in the burning arm, though it was impossible to see exactly Jagers powers had apparently reached an equalization. He no longer had control of his offensive powers and they were now attacking his body as much as his enemies, at the same time his latent regeneration was just enough to “heal” his arm every time the energies ripped the skin away. He was self-sustaining, but not for long, if he could be pushed to use more energy than his regeneration could cope with then he would wind up EATING himself. Whether Richard realized this, or just knew an opening when he saw one, the ELITE's reinitialized their assault though from further back with heavy weapons this time.
Jager snapped his back into place and jumped to the side as the projectiles came his direction, decimating the area where he had just been. He was fast but his movements were clumsy as he kept holding on to the still burning arm, as many guns as were trained on him he was going to get hit...it was just a question of if this new event had made him susceptible again. This question was answered as he plodded toward the tower and despite his erratic path one of the snipers focused in on him and put a bullet through his lower gut which passed all the way through. There was an actual pause on both sides as Jager seemed too focused on his arm and moving forward, while for the briefest moment the ELITE's weren't sure how to proceed since till just a second ago this had seemed like a virtual suicide mission.
But martial experience took over from there, soon bullets were flying from every direction as they realigned into groups. Those hiding behind bumps in the fields weren't much of an issue but more units were making their way up into the second and third floors of the surrounding buildings with every passing second. Jager rolled and threw himself drunkenly in a vain attempt to dodge the flying projectiles, even while weakened he was fast but not to the excessive degree he had displayed thus far. To make matters worse (or better, if you're the NWO) his arm was clearly causing him excruciating pain at this point as sometimes his jumps were more like writhes across the ground, each time he did so it would leave a winding snake-like decay burn into the ground before he got to his feet for a few steps.
There was no doubt about it now, amongst all the commotion Jager was now making a clear line for Tokyo Tower. He wasn't bothering with fighting anyone along the way and was in obvious distress, he was the very picture of a man at the end of his rope. How quickly the tides could change was evident, no doubt it had been shown in constant consecutive order within the past five minutes alone. There was no time for cursing or praising ones luck though, you either ran, or you killed, and hoped to be the one living in the end. That was when you got to ask the hows, the whys, and the what-ifs.
Chk-chk Click Phhhheee--- TWOOOOOOOHHHHH!
A rapid chorus of three coordinated releases echoed through the field, high powered rifles firing and finding their target. Jager was struck square in the upper back twice and was sent spilling forward, but before he could even hit the ground a third bullet struck him in the arm that was on fire and sent him spinning into a ball on the ground. Jager did not move after that and the area was peppered by smaller arms fire though for many of them the effective distance had long since been breached and so most weren't finding their target. Still at this point the NWO realized it had the advantage and was attempting to keep him pinned down as much as kill him.
His breath was hot, it had never burned like that. These feelings, he didn't understand them. Jager was intelligent, he understood people, he understood what it was to commit pain and to feel it. Jager was retreating because he was at a disadvantage, it was simply the logical thing to do, he had pushed himself to far and doing so any further would spell his doom, his ticket out was close. It was just common battlefield logic...so why...why was this pain in his arm? What was this itch in his brain? Why did it become more difficult to move with every step? Why did it become harder to concentrate? Was this pain, and weakness...was this fear? FOOLISHNESS!!! He was supreme! Anything that felt those emotions didn't deserve to consider itself in the same world as him, his time in the tank had made him weak in the head, that was all. He was going to kill everything in his path, and enjoy the world in all its glory, and the world was going to enjoy all he could do to it...or hate it.
Vision came lazily, his eyes not penetrating the darkness instantly like they should have. His body was shaking involuntarily as red blood poured from the bullet wounds which were not closing very quickly due to all the energy being pumped into his arm. Still he managed to stand calmly amongst the explosive ballistics flying all around him as his eyes traveled around the buildings surrounding him, Jager wasn't born to know fear or the need to self-sustain. He pushed energy into his eyes and ears, and even this small feat caused his head to twitch uncontrollably to the point muscle spasms split through his entire body with deep hurting.
Chk-chk Cli-
The moment the sound began his eyes locked onto the group of snipers that had the clear view of him as they prepared another volley. 3... Jager grabbed his left arm at the elbow with his right hand and set it in the direction of the building where they stood. 2... What began forming in his palm was nothing like the controlled energy he had fired before, it was simply there, in his hand, but if he used it there was no telling what might happen. Realizing he was aiming at them several ELITE's in the building began to jump out of the windows, but two of the snipers kept their aim steady.
1...
The snipers opened fire as two crystalline spirit bullets spiraled toward their fleshy destination. At the same time the energy was released, it flew in a wide wave toward the building and for a brief moment Jager seemed no worse for wear as he stood frozen in place...nobody else could understand what he was actually feeling at that point. Nobody else could realize that he might very well have passed the point of no return, the burning moved up his arm, and that the torment pulsing through his body would have sent a thousand other men over into shock. And he was in shock, but the unstoppable weapon that was Y1 held on...it managed to stand in place...just barely.
The unchained energies ate through the spiritual bullets like they were butter, they stood no chance. The wave continued on and slammed into the building and in an instant Tokyo was one skyscraper less again tonight. The energy ate a mighty swath into its side turning the structure into an unstable half, it would probably fall in several minutes time with no bracing. But the loss was not all for naught, soldiers were moving in and taking up better positions of fire, an HK2 was pulling in from above and was readying a volley to be opened in milliseconds. Most tellingly Jager had been stuck in that place ever since, it seemed he might well have been his worst enemy in this battle...it might even be possible to recapture him if he passed out.
What happened next occurred in seamless succession as the HK2, presumably in what they thought was out of range, took station above the target and sent a dozen rockets in Jagers direction. Dazed and seemingly in another world the living weapon didn't even seem to notice the threat, his eyes listlessly fell across the explosive weaponry headed his direction, but then just as quickly moved away without a care. His face was contorting into a wide range of emotions, some were clearly pain or anger, but others were impossible to read. Jager was experiencing feelings no man ever had before, and he was doing it without any proper connection with other emotions people would have considered prerequisite coping mechanisms.
The red-energy was no longer etching intricate spiral patterns in his arm, it was simply a growing torch now, the hand beneath it near impossible to see. Then with a deep inhalation of breath Jager crumpled to both knees, his eyes went wide, and he lifted his hand to the sky as if to put it as far away from his core body as possible.
“Hawwwwh-haaaawwhh-......AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~** **~~~~RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH![[/color]
The exclamation was inhuman, no persons lungs could have made the sound Jager did without an amazing amount of driving force behind it. That force was pain. His left arm lit up like a solar flare and a plume of living energy expanded skyward in liquid tendrils, drawing life energy from his arm as it shrunk and blackened to a crisp. The missiles coming toward him were liquefied in mid-air before the energy covered the HK2 as it tried to pull back rapidly, unsure of what contact might cause, but it was quickly overtaken. The miasma expanded until it looked almost exactly like a miniature mushroom explosion though it moved far to organically for it to be a simple cloud. And once it reached its peak it seemed to solidify into an actual structure, though it also seemed to still be of a gaseous property at the same time...an impossible form to convey in words.
As it settled into place things quieted down though above it all everyone in the clearing could still hear Jagers insane cries of agony. But he was soon joined by others, anyone whose suit had been remotely damaged, or had an opening, or worse yet any remaining civilians still in the surrounding buildings had been effected. Fully armored individuals had dozens of warning lights go off but aside from having wooziness or temporary sickness they would live, but many others were not so lucky.
At least a dozen ELITE's were effected as they rolled on the ground, screaming in terror and pain. As their fellow comrades removed pieces of their armor to try and locate the problem they found that those without proper guarding had gone through conflagration, though from energy and not heat. Unfortunately the energy had not yet dispersed and anyone they opened up to inspect began to emulsify, liquifying before their eyes. Though a warning was sent out several men suffered this fate before it was made, and even those who remained in their suits died long before they could be pulled from the area. Soon after the HK2 came falling from the sky and slamming into the ground, later research showed the vehicle was recoverable but having been in the actual plume itself the pilot was a puddle of nauseating vapors in his suit by the time they got to him. They had been in a business sector at night which had been evacuated, but the civilian casualties were still to be calculated in the dozens later.
Nobody was firing now. Most were tending to the wounded which took several minutes for them to realize the futility of, others were understandably less enthusiastic about making themselves known now. Still others who did not receive direct contact with the wave were drained of strength, some to the point of vacating their bowels and stomachs into their suits, a miserable existence but required once the warning about removing them went around. And so it took a moment for anyone to notice the new progression...
Schhhkkk.... Schhhhhhhhhhhhhhkkkk.... Schkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...
The sound of something heavy being dragged across the ground, and every time it happened a wild whimper was cursed outward. Jager, single-minded in action, was dragging the hollowed but still very alive and painful arm across the opening, more crawling than standing. It was no longer burning with fire but it was also obviously of use no longer, if it even could be recovered it would take weeks. But even at that speed, in the time he had bought himself from retaliation he now knelled at the base of Tokyo Tower as he looked upward.
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As the situation played out before Richard (but shortly before the final assault) an incessant beeping that dictated an emergency frequency pulsed through his helmet. An unexpected name flashed across his view in the form of the “Governor” whom should have been in surgery at the time, he had gotten off better than Katherine but he had more than a few breaks and a stick-shift had impaled his lower-abdomen. Upon accepting the communication a flurry of shouts could be heard as it sounded like the phone was dragged across a metal surface before being picked up.
A few stumbling footfalls were followed by a concerned female voice, “Governor! Please, SIT DOWN! We need to begin before the bleeding gets worse!-” her voice retreated into the distance before she could be heard yelling, “Commander! COMMANDER!...SECURITY! SECURITTTYYYY~~~!!!”
A Code Blue alarm sounded out, it wasn't loud, just incessant. That was the kind of alarm that went off in any Mallory Arms medical wing if a patient got out of their bed mid-procedure and was a danger to themselves or others. It wasn't long before footsteps could be heard on the other end of the line, but with an executive datapad Richard could track what Reginald was up to as well. The man plugged an all access executive code into the system and opened some side-door, a simple storage room from the looks of it. Finally the sounds of the outside world quieted down though the alarm was vaguely audible and someone would rush past the door yelling every few seconds.
Reginald grunted as it sounded as if he was finding a comfortable place to lean before he made some sounds. At first they came out groggy and virtually inaudible, it seemed they'd already put some heavy painkillers into his body...so really that suggested if he was making the effort to talk this was important. Or he was just wasting Richards time because he was pumped full of happy pills.
However when he finally formulated a solid word the tone it conveyed was one of seriousness, not brain numbed pleasure, “Hey...I think I've got it...”, it hardly sounded like him, his voice was incredibly gruff, the stick-shift might have grazed a lung after all.
There was a low pound as if he had tiredly placed his head against a steel wall, “Vulcan Industries, sir. I've been keeping up with what I can and thinking, why would he be retreating toward the tower? It's deeper in our territory, and usual extraction of any form would be useless against our weaponry. But amongst all our foes there has been one that despite having no to little knowledge of spirits has managed to remain an adequate, if extremely smaller, economic power...one who would do anything to get a step up on us.”
There were several knocks on the door to the room he was in, but when nobody came in it became obvious they did not have the key. It sounded like Reginald placed something in his mouth, perhaps a cigar though there was no sound that he lit it.
“But of course if this was just Vulcan then Gospels agents would have found something...but I've got an answer to that. What is the one other company we know who has a young man, aware of the spiritual world, who constant reconnaissance has suggested his desire to unseat the current leadership, and to use spiritual power if possibe? Murakami Yuuske, of Vulcan Industries.”
He paused in thought, or to let Richard say something before concluding, “But Yuusuke never had a viable way to replicate your spiritual enhancement...that is, until 3 months ago after the assault of the Tokyo Branch of Vulcan Industries. Yuusuke should have died in that assault, but as we know he appeared in an American news statement just a week later, at the same time we had a ten minute disconnect with Y1. During that period we simply didn't know where he was, though at the time it was logical to assume he was doing what he was programmed...killing, like he had been doing all night. Logical, until what happened with the Brotherhood leader...and now this...”
With a sigh he seemed to be turning his head, “But look where we are now. Hunter, there is nobody else he could have made contact with, nor anyone else with the kinds of tech and funds necessary to ensure this thorough a compromising of our systems. Yuusuke is providing his personal bankroll in a gambit to pull our most well guarded secrets out for study, Y1, and everything he apparently knows. And Y1, he wants out...and something tells me he hardly plans to just sit in another white room once he gets out of our sights.” He paused as he whispered, “Thinking....thinking....thinking...”
“Tokyo Tower. Vulcan Industries. Y1's power level...Boss once your battle at the towers base began I couldn't get any more information. Did Y1 ever retrieve a device on location, or somewhere between the two areas? What can he do? The message he sent before leaving, Gray, it was a completion order... “time to go” in other words...but that doesn't equal time, how would you extrac...”
Reginald took a deep gasp as if a tree had struck him in the chest at the same time someone began banging on the door to the room, apparently they'd found him on life support or the cameras. Reginald muttered an oath before continuing, “The tower. Of course we didn't think about it, no human could accomplish it. Boss, take the tower down! With someone like Y1 you don't need something heavily armed or armored, it just needs to go really, really fast and have an accurate radar lock on him. Then you just get to the highest point in town because at those speeds the chord could take the aircraft down if it hit any buildings...and you grab a hold.”
He seemed to be covering his face as his voice became somewhat muffled again, probably from a headache, “I'm thinking the numbers give me a moment...Good crap. To effectively bypass our defenses, Boss, he'd have to sky-hook at mach 8...and something going that fast wouldn't be picked up even by our radar if it was small enough. I, honestly don't know if it's possible, that he could even live, but I see no other reason for this entire event, it has to be about getting out.”
A loud series of thumps slammed into the door, it became obvious the hospital orderlies were coming in very shortly, Reginalds pace heightened though with it came a degree of pain. “Urk...listen! I know you know our equipment better than just about anyone else, but I know how they apply in mathmatical likelihood. If you don't have a magic card up your sleeve we CAN NOT hit something that small and fast, you could have every member of the NWO in the city point upward, unload their entire set of rounds, and stand less than a .0001% chance of contact. There's only one answer...”
A massive crash at the door, it hadn't come off its hinges yet but a a hole had been made as voices could be heard yelling to him inside.
“Boss...Hunter, I can only think of one option. Take the tower down, remove his ability to pull out, at those speeds he's only getting one chance. Taking the tower out, it's going to be a massive PR shitstorm, but it's either that or let a completely unpredictable biological warmachine out into the world. If we don't stop him now, and he really has plans, then we may never have him locked in ever again...”
With a boom that was surely the door coming off its hinges Reginald spoke calmly, “That's all I've got to say. You're the lead man, but like it or not I'm the only person in the organization who thinks with your speed. If you and I are thinking on the same track then we're probably right...well, time for me to go.”
Reginald could be heard trying to be peaceable and that he would walk back to the bed before the phone hung up.
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