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Post by Zhiel on Apr 26, 2010 13:21:10 GMT -4
As had been expected the Mag-Rail didn't quite have the fire-power to damage this woman when used as an improvised explosive, however what he found unfortunate in this situation was that she changed her priorities to the foolish ELITEs that were backing away while firing, far too slowly for Richard's tastes... He had to amend the combat training regime to account for this kind of situations, might save more of his troops in the future. Those who knew Richard would know this was merely out of concern for the organization however, there were only a handful of people that Richard actually cared for and even then if he had to he'd most likely sacrifice them to achieve his goals... It was an uncertainty at this time. But before the woman could pursue them further the HALO's new recruit let loose a hail of mini-explosives that caused the area to once again become obstructed with dust and smoke.
Richard was hoping this would be enough to disorient the woman for a short while at least but instead she had turned her sights on him once more and before he could truly react even in his super-charged state she shot up like a bullet, nearly passing him by before his eyes shifted up in horror just moments before she brought her leg down onto his chest with crushing force nearly splitting the upper chest-plate in half, with numerous cracks appearing on the lower plate as well. Had it not been for the under-armor absorbing most of the physical impact he'd have gotten such severe internal injuries he'd have been turned to mush... That still didn't help him much though as the force from the kick sent him crashing into the ground, skipping along as he made several deep marks in the ground after him, pieces of his armor falling off as he went.
The power lines that were visible in-between several cracks in the armor design was not sparking with energy anymore, a sign of the reiatsu enhancements were weakening fast however at this time they still seemed ready to burst with energy so while the suit had been severely damaged it was still functional. This didn't help Richard much however as the kick and then the consecutive crash had greatly disoriented him and nearly put him on the edge of unconsciousness. This was of course not enough for the monstrously powerful woman, no she wanted to beat him into the ground, but luckily for Richard, Tank intervened. This did not do much to prevent the woman from landing with a thud near Richard's prone form however and as she did she decided to use him as a human shield... Brutal but efficient, much like how he'd likely have done it himself.
With his mind still in a daze and now being upside-down Richard was trying to make sense of the situation, it was only when he saw the glow from the barrel of Tank that he realized what was going on and tried to yell for the spirit AI to cease fire but found he had a hard time speaking, probably from how his lungs had nearly been crushed and it was only the painkillers pushed into his system by the suit and it's additional aid-enhancements that made him able to remain conscious at the moment. But even if he could have yelled out an order, it was too late for the machine to follow it and with a loud bang the shell flew out from the long barrel of the main-gun and hit Richard right on his left shoulder, splintering the shoulder-guard and sending what hadn't been near disintegrated flying off, moments before Richard himself was sent into a cartwheel-flight as Victoria let go of him.
Spinning violently through the air Richard could do little but grit his teeth toward the pain that shot through him from his shattered shoulder, oh Tank would hear about this when he got back... Though arguably it might just be this that saved him as the force from the shot sent him far out of sight from the woman, though landing on your already crushed shoulder hurts, really really bad.
Having ended up with his back to a tree shortly after crashing down on his shoulder and rolling about ten meters, Richard was not quick to stand as he merely sat silently for nearly a minute while trying to force his body to move despite the loud protests it sent in the form of pain that managed to pierce the effect of the many painkillers that had been pumped into him. However it was likely his soul that was also causing a major portion of this hurt, as the energy he had absorbed was beginning to subside. However with a painful grunt Richard managed to stand up, his body shaking from what felt like a fever from hell as he began to move slowly toward the NWO perimeter, speaking with a hoarse strained voice into his miraculously still intact comm-unit.
"Drop Y1... on that bitch... We're pulling out... I need... evac..."
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Hearing this order the ELITEs and Grunt's still engaged in battles around the park (that had not been horribly slaughtered) began to retreat, firing suppressing fire and covering each others backs as they went, even taking out a few Brotherhood Members that became careless after thinking they had won, though the Brotherhood also got several of the fleeing soldiers in the more resistant areas. The ten or so attack and transport choppers that had not participated in the direct assault began to pick up those who were in the dangerzones, including the HALO Storm and the broken Derrick.
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Post by Knightmayre on Apr 26, 2010 21:15:42 GMT -4
Thin cracks appeared over Oketsu’s mask, tracing down from his eyes to his jaw as pieces of the mask slowly faded away. Already? Damn, I am going to need to get somewhere safe before long or I’ll be a sitting duck to anything that decides to take me out. Oketsu moved to head towards the tree line, His escape, however, was met with a smaller helicopter than the ones before it. Oketsu threw his hand back to charge a cero, but the red energy ball flickered and died, he was seconds away from losing his mask, and at the worst possible time too. A barrage of missiles flew to wards Oketsu, some aiming directly for him, others Oketsu could only assume were aimed to ensure he was forced to keep his ground and take the blast of the main group of missiles head on. Whatever had launched that attack, it knew exactly what it was doing, and Oketsu was not in the shape to deal with an opponent this skilled.
Using the last of his hollowified strength, Oketsu kicked back from the ground, avoiding the first few missiles aimed directly at him, but moving in the path of others as his mask finally shattered, and the pain from the bullet wounds he had received in his previous battle shot through him, wracking his body with pain and immobilising him temporarily as one of the missiles landed only a metre away from him. The explosion helped Oketsu in one way, the blast sent him careening out of the way of the other blasts, but at the same time, a missile blast at that proximity would have killed a human, and in Oketsu’s already injured and weary state, the damage was significant. Burns marked his body, blood poured from numerous wounds, his clothes were tattered and smoldering, his hair had been badly singed, and black smoke flew freely from his body as it rolled through the ground for several metres before finally coming to rest looking upwards at the sky.
Oketsu’s vision was blurred, and the only sound in his head was an intense ringing the likes of which he had never encountered before. The pain of his injuries prevented him from moving, from speaking, from doing anything, it was through sheer force of will he was even conscious at the moment. Quite what he saw he wasn’t fully sure of, it looked as if several of the helicopters were pulling out, but to Oketsu, they were small black blurs, hardly noticeable, for all he knew they were simply damage to his eyes from the flash of the blast, and that his eyes were permanently burned from the flare. Well, I have to say, I did not see that coming, I thought you could hold onto the mask a little longer than that. Oh shut up, you could have taken over or done something, but you weren’t a wild ball of help either, now you see why we need Genesis to fight. As much of a self righteous prick as he is, you do have a point, Genesis would have been nice a couple of times back there. Might have stopped you getting shot in the first place. Of that, I have my doubts, too many of them, maybe we’d have been shot less, but we’d get hit once still I reckon, I’m not that skillful. Ha, you’re telling me. Oh shut it, if I die you die too, so put up and shut up. Fine fine, go back to lying down barely conscious, waiting for someone to save you or kill you, it’s all fine with me.[/i]
Oketsu’s body twitched as a reaction to his attempts to move, for the time being, he wasn’t going anywhere. As inconvenient as it was, he was stuck here, bleeding out, until help came along. Psh, some way for the former vice captain of the commander general to go huh, humans of all things, and there’ll be no one who knows my story too, except Victoria I suppose, but I don’t even know if she survived, gah, where is that evil cat when you need it…[/i]
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Post by GoldenKitten on Apr 27, 2010 16:22:03 GMT -4
The Mistress Leina swung high into the air and reared into an almost vertical state, in most helicopters that was a very bad thing, here it was just an acrobatic maneuver that turned them on a dime. By the time Oketsu had been leveled they were already ready to begin firing on his position once more. A dozen monitors and thousands of control sticks and knobs sat before Reginald, each of the monitors showed him the battlefield in a different spectrum or from a different camera angle at various stages of zoom on his target. He began preparing for his next run when on the screen directly before his fallen prey a small white kitten appeared and stared straight into his camera with eyes glowing completely red. Reginald paused for a moment and then pushed a button on one of the screens taking a picture capture of the creature in every way his sensors were capable of.
Reginald did not act, instead he sat back in his chair and reached into his shirt pocket before withdrawing a pre-cut cigar. He put it to his lips and acquired a lighter from a different pocket, his second-in-command seemed to want to say something from behind but eventually just sighed seeming to realize the futility of telling him to or not to do anything. After lighting it he took a long drag and then expelled the smoke directly at the monitor without ever taking his eyes away from a deadlock with the creatures eyes on the monitor. He could feel his crews growing impatience with this little pause but instead of taking action he simply raised his free hand and dispelled the smoke from the monitor while taking another puff on his death stick.
“What are you?” He finally said, it was a perfectly legitimate question but it seemed an odd time to bring it up.
At just that moment one of the hunters went in for a strike at the cat. It leapt into the air and, after using the missiles the hunter fired at it as platforms, launched into its cockpit before it exited the tail-end and the hunter went into a wild spin before hitting the ground with enough force to set its fuel tanks off. After the explosion finished the cat suddenly reappeared in front of the vizard and went back to its staring contest with the Mistress Leina.
Reginald then continued as if the attack had never occurred, he was speaking out loud but was clearly musing to himself, “Richard and his best men were broken easily, the vizard took out some our most skilled as well before falling and it is logical from his condition to assume he was the one fighting the hollows we detected before arriving, at the same time the humans in the Brotherhood are proving more capable than we could have imagined and we are receiving reports of at least one similar individual to the one facing Richard. To top it off I now have a cat with glowing red eyes staring straight at me despite being hidden behind the most advanced cloaking field anyone has ever created...”
He paused and took the opportunity to continue on his cigar before pulling it away and tapping it, sending the burnt tip into a tray hidden in his chairs armrest. “We got cocky.” He surmised. Over his headset he received a call stating that the intellectual property had been secured, he addressed them and set-up where they needed to go. Below one of the other hunters exploded in a fiery ball before the cat reappeared once more on his screen.
Picking up where he had left off, ignoring his crews anxiousness and the plight of the hunters below, “We knew nothing about our enemy but assumed we did simply due to what past experience had taught us. It was not totally unknown that stronger beings existed be they hollow, shinigami, human or something altogether different. But simply because we had never run into one and had steamrolled over every other opposition we encountered we assumed it would continue that way. I admit, I am surprised it was this Brotherhood and not some ungodly creature from the spirit world that threw this fact in our faces but the fact remains...we have grossly overestimated our standing in this world.”
Once more he looked into his foes eyes, the feelings of his crew had gone from impatience to uncertainty and curiosity now that he had brought all these facts to light. Then he spun around in his chair and they all looked to him, he spun his cigar hand in circles creating shapes in the smoke.
“I estimate from what we have seen that if we attacked right now we would have a sixty-percent change of victory. And so...we will be pulling out, because as you may recall, we estimated that we had an overall ninety-seven percent chance of total and complete victory in this overall excursion and a virtual zero percent chance of a loss...and you see how that turned out. No, we learned a lot today, and it would be foolish not to use one of the very lessons we have been taught, it is time to learn our enemy before we strike at them.” He nodded as much to himself as anyone else.
He spun back around in his chair and held his free arm out, “Take us out of here Mr. Sulu!”
But before anyone could groan or otherwise murder Reginald for his nerdy and poor joke a warning light went off on the emergency communications channel. The communications officer tossed the switch and a voice came over the internal intercom, it was Richards call for retreat and evac...as well as the release of Y1. Reginald had of course realized it would come to this several minutes ago but it was startling even for him that it was truly occurring, the NWO had never lost, not ever. It would later be learned that they had taken more casualties in this one day than they had in the whole last fiscal year combined, and they had lost more ELITE's than in the entirety of the organizations existence.
Despite the glum realization of what was occurring Reginald maintained his upbeat and uncanny attitude, “Well then, let's go get the boss why not?”
And the Mistress Leina pulled from its hover, losing sight of their kitteny foe before the engines kicked-in once more and they darted across the battlefield toward Richard.
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Akabane stood still for a long, long while. In truth he couldn't actually see the cloaked vehicle but this was not the first time he had faced a foe with such a trick. You didn't live five-thousand years, most of it in battle, and not gain other skills than pure vision. Indeed for someone for whom battle was such an important way of life sight was perhaps the least important of the senses. Not only were his spiritual senses finely attuned but so were his ears and even his nose. But perhaps more than even those things was simple experience, ages of experience that let him predict how a foe would maneuver.
And from the result he figured he guessed correctly, there was a very real sense of being sized up and the longer his foe remained in one place the more certain he was of their location. Regardless he didn't attack, if he guessed wrong he would give away the fact that he didn't know their exact location and might provoke them into reassuming the attack. Then just as he was starting to grow tired of waiting he felt the distinct sense that the cloaked vehicle was moving away from his position, and then was gone altogether. At the same time the other lesser vehicles began to retreat as well, clearly they had finally received the call to move out so either their job was done or they had run into greater opposition than the expected...looking around and knowing who else they had with them Akabane was betting on the latter.
Once he was convinced the danger had passed he turned back to Oketsu, grasped him firmly by the collar and darted off toward the edge of the park. It became clear he had a very definite destination and wasn't just leaving the area as he turned toward an area from which a tall stack of smoke was pouring forth. He had passed the edge in a few seconds and then came to a sliding stop before depositing Oketsu on the ground. Before him was a young blond girl leaning back against the tail of a crashed helicopter which while no longer burning was depositing large amounts of smoke into the air. She was leaning on a blade that was covered in blood and had streaks of the red liquid on her arms and face, around the crashed vehicle laid the sliced bodies of seven NWO soldiers including the pilot of the vehicle. She seemed to be zoning out until she noted that Akabane was there and she straightened up, looking down at him.
“Seiani, I need you to take him back to the HQ.” Akabane said, motioning his head toward the nearly unconscious Oketsu.
Seianis face scrunched up, “Eeewwwww, he's bleeding. What if he gives me soul germs, oh god...”
Akabane stared incredulously at the little girl covered in blood, “Have you looked at yourself?”
Seiani seemed on the verge of tears and she held her hands in an 'X' across her chest, “Ahhhhh don't remind me! I bet one of them had AIDS, or MALARIA! OR SOME TECHNOLOGICAL BIOWEAPON THEY MADE! Oh god, oh god, oh god...”
Akabane simply shook his head and walked back to Oketsu and spoke only to him, batting him on the head to get his attention, “I'm leaving now. This is Raizuki Seiani. She may not seem it from appearances or personality but she's one if not the strongest human in the Brotherhood...besides Victoria. She will take you back, but play nice, she'll do it because she believes in the Brotherhoods mission but she dislikes spirits like you greatly and unlike most she has a legitimate reason. Good luck.”
“And then it would eat our skin, and we'd all sit around in unbearable pain until we finally died of exposure or starvation, incapable of moving, nobody to care for us. AND THEN WE'D BE ZOMBIES!!!” Seiani was now grasping her head and knelled on the ground in her own little world.
“SEIANI!” he called and she snapped out of it and looked at him, “Later, right now I need you to get him back. he said in a calmer tone.
Seiani looked at him and then to Oketsu before slowly nodding. She stood up and walked over to a nearby manhole and pried it open with the sheath of her blade while Akabane retrieved Oketsu. Seiani looked down into the sewer system for an abnormally long amount of time while holding her head and mumbling to herself, it didn't take a genius to figure out she didn't like this plan at all. Finally she dropped down and Akabane maneuvered to drop Oketsu down to her, however when he finally did so she made no attempt to catch him and he simply landed on the hard stone below with a thump. Akabane then moved to close the manhole over them and then his spiritual signature was completely gone.
“Oh crap, speaking of malaria...this...this is where it liiiivvesss...” she squeaked to herself before turning around and remembering Oketsu was there to which she crossed her arms and stared at him as if she were annoyed, “So, can you walk? Because if not I'm short if you might have noticed and my “carrying” you is going to be more akin to “dragging”...especially you now that I think about it...”
She then looked up at the manhole and her expression grew concerned and she spoke, “It's closed. Yes closed.” She looked away, “You saw it, it's closed, it's closed. Closed. Closed. Closed. Doesn't matter even if it were open, but it's not, it's closed.” She snuck a peek, “See...closed...closed...it's closed.” She began pacing and then looked down at Oketsu, “SO?!”
She was quite clearly still very concerned over whether the cover was closed.
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Tank fired once more at the charging Victoria but by that point she was simply to close and Tank wasn't nearly subtle enough. She could see the tell-tale sign that the machine was going to fire and at this range a step to the side was all it took for the shell to miss. It continued behind her but thanks to the vast number of trees in that direction it stopped before impacting into one of the surrounding buildings. But now Tanks chance for a solid hit was gone, the cannon wasn't made for hitting things as close as thirty meters, much less three. Of course Tank was a war machine and was equipped with a number of weapons from offense to defense, in this case she had a number of nozels on her front side that spewed forth searing flame that would have melted the skin off a mortal but just like the explosives attacks weren't really suited for attacking Victoria. She also had a line of machine-guns which fired VERY quickly and stung like a mad swarm of wasps, but Victoria hadn't gotten this far by being afraid of a little stinging.
She launched into the air and stuck her hand out straight before inserting it straight into the barrel of the cannon. She filled the tip with reiatsu and it ripped down the spiritually infused metal like it was made of butter, splitting it clear in half and sending great shards of the cannon in every direction. This ended with her landing on top of Tank where she stood tall, raised one leg and stomped down with great force. This completely raised the back half of Tank off the ground a full two meters before it fell back to the ground, more importantly though it created a huge dint in the front armor. The entire time this was occurring Tank was screaming at the top of her (synthetic) lungs, “WHORE! WHORE! WHORE! WHORE!”...of course that was doing little in the way of actual productivity, but hey, if it made her feel better.
Victoria knelled down and inserted her hand into the crevice the stomp had caused in the armor, then with a tug backwards she peeled Tank open, turning her entire topside over. Now Tanks insides were beginning to be exposed, Victoria bent the main cannon to the side with the rest of the top and then delivered a sharp kick completely severing the top from the bottom, sending the former to the ground next to them. She then went back to looking at Tanks unprotected insides as Tank continued to issue a growing shade of explicatives in her attackers direction. It seemed she was trying to move but apparently something had been ruptured when she had been stomped and now the wheels that were supposed to move her treads simply ground away to no avail. Then she began removing pieces of the inside and Tank began squealing.
Large black boxes, optics and obvious computer components that were never meant to see the light of day began being tossed across the clearing. Finally it all peeled away to expose a circular black core with computer chips and tubes embedded into its surface, however the important part was that the core was glowing a faint blue. It was at this point that Victoria realized what this was, the humans had managed to created a mod soul, or at least an equivalent. Still whether it was working for the NWO of its own free will or being forced to it would still continue to be a dangerous enemy and it was better to take it down now, in fact if it was the latter then destroying it would be a form of compassion. And so she began ripping out the tubes and anything that looked relatively important surrounding the black ball, after several had been removed Tank made a shrill noise.
“NO! DON'T REMOVE TH-zztzzzzttt-bbllll---zrrrt---aaattt----zzzzttttt...[Primary System Power Removed/Please Contact Nearest Trained Technician and Await Further Instructions – Order: 0193994-XB]” and then the blue energy surrounding the ball died out and the remaining electronics clicked off.
Victoria watched the machine long and hard before delivering a swift kick to the black ball, to which there was no response. She considered this and then decided she would save what remained for study, the better to understand the technology they were facing. She climbed out of the vehicles insides and then hopped to the ground, she then returned to her previous task of locating the leader of the NWO. He might have managed to put some distance between them but he couldn't be far, and none of them could stop her once she found him this time.
Then her trained ears picked up on a particular sound, she realized by now that this was the sound the helicopters made being quieter than any model she had ever seen before, but then with their other advanced technologies that was to be expected. She turned in its direction, this one was easier to sense even as it was cloaked, there was something powerful on-board that was making no attempt to hide it's spiritual signature. She walked over to the remains of Tank and shoved them once, then twice bringing the treads into the air which she grasped and then looked off to the helicopter which decloaked as to drop its payload like the last had. She spun and though Tank was heavy that just made her a more dangerous projectile in Victorias hands.
Suddenly the remains of Tank came back to life, not as dead as she had wanted others to believe, “Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait I was just, that wasn't! You...” and then Victoria threw her at the helicopter, “BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~~~!!!!!”
The two vehicles which should never have ever had anything to do with each other in every day life then came to a very intimate end. Tank proved of higher quality construction though and continued flying right on to the edge of the park where she slammed into the ground and flipped several times as if she were a toy before she finally came to rest on her side and a very basic emergency evac began streaming from what remained of her communication array. Meanwhile the helicopter came crashing to the ground in a fiery ball, but whatever was inside did not suffer the same fate. As soon as it came down the spiritual signature inside quadrupled and Victoria was forced to stop her search for the leader as she could feel whatever it was focusing on her. It was hard to believe that the weak humans who had attacked her before had a trump card of this magnitude hiding in wait or why they had taken so long to utilize it but there was no time for that now.
As she looked into the burning wreckage of the helicopter a humanoid shape began to appear and then once it was clearly outlined against the burning heap it cocked its head to the side and its eyes burned an intense and solid red that was clear even in the light of the fire. And then it shot like a bullet toward Victoria.
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Richard sat beneath a large tree near the edge of the operational zone. He had done well to make it that far but he now found a large open area between him and the buildings outside the area and with no confirmed allies near. It would be virtually suicidal to try and cross, any number of Brotherhood members could be lying in wait. Plus he was tired, human bodies weren't meant to take the beating he had, armored or not, and now the excess reiatsu was wearing off and not only was that lowering his resistance to the pain but it in itself had worn his body down. On the plus side the fighting was burning out now and those still engaged were far away from him now, at the same time he was getting a front row seat for the time being, though what he was getting to watch was mostly his organization failing. That was when the worst possible thing occurred.
A twig snapped in the small greenbelt behind him and shuffling steps could be heard through the trees and over the leaves they had dropped. Whoever it was, was extremely unskilled at approaching stealthfully and normally Richard would already have dispatched them but as it was he could hardly move, he merely grasped his pistol firmly. Then the sound of freedom, it couldn't be seen and compared to a normal aircraft the jet engines were nearly silent but to Richard who while not their creator had been instrumental in their funding, would recognize them immediately. It was not obvious where it was coming from at first and then the cloaking field dropped when the craft was a paltry dozen meters away and an equal number in the air. The acrobatic craft spun on it's axis and blades exited its top putting it into hover mode before it lowered to the ground but ten meters from Richard and extended its access ramp.
A tall athletic man with a good figure, a bronzed tan, golden hair and an always annoying grin came trotting down the ramp out toward the broken president. It was then that those who had previously been “sneaking” up on him chose to attack, realizing that if they let him get on the helicopter their chance of eliminating a leader (he looked like a leader after all) would be gone and judging the one man exiting the copter not to be a threat. Their assailants were children, none of them were older than eighteen and one of them hardly looked like he had reached his fourteenth and they attacked like children, charging and yelling.
The oldest one, a girls, face disappeared in a moment leaving a mishmash of wholly disturbing bits in its place. Reginald had retrieved a large pistol not completely unlike Richards from his belt, though of course it was slightly less powerful, Richard was like that but against soft human targets that hardly mattered. They were on them now when the youngest boys left arm was blown off at the shoulder, rather than correct Reginald simply aimed and blew the other arm off sending the boy to the ground to let out a horrible and continuous scream that pierced the air around them. Realizing Reginald was the more dangerous one the one boy that managed to make it to him struck out with a punch rather than go for Richard. Reginald side-stepped, grasped his arm and forced his shoulder back before shifting his weight and spinning as to slam the boy headfirst into the ground. He then dropped his knee into the boys back, grasped him in a headlock and began choking him, the boy thrashed back and forth but soon began to lose strength and at that point Reginald snapped his neck.
A squeal emanated from the forest and he turned to watch as two girls fled, trying to get deeper into the trees after realizing this wasn't going how they expected. He dropped to one knee and brought his pistol up, aiming down the sights before he squeezed off two rounds. Two cool, soft, satisfying pink mists confirmed the kills, it was difficult to tell from this angle but suffice it to say their families wouldn't be identifying them from looks alone. Reginald watched the treeline for a few more moments before he walked up and shot the still screaming young boy whose arms he had taken off in the head before he holstered the pistol and a smile crossed his face once more. It looked like his usual smile but one couldn't help but get the sickening feeling he had gotten a kick out of killing the kids. He began to approach Richard and said, “I wonder what excuse we should use this time, will be harder to cover up than usual. Gas? Crazy student?” Then he slammed one fist into the palm of the other, “Ooooh I know, terrorist! Terrorist always get people scared, and if people think the government can't protect them then they'll turn to us should we ever have to expose ourselves! Brilliant!”
And that was the truth behind Reginald. He portrayed himself as a gentlemanly, smooth, ladies man but in truth he was a cunning and ethically deviant murderer. Few knew this but Richard of course but of all the individuals in NWO who did not really discriminate as long as the job got done, Reginald was perhaps the most sordid. He had aided in the grand visions of some of this generations most legendary psychos and mass homicidal maniacs, by his standards Richards little spirit genocide was practically noble. Even Richard was likely to find him unnerving, what with his super cheery personality covering all the blood and anguish he had caused, not seeming to care. Even more so as over the years he had clearly gotten a taste for it as had just been witnessed, bringing pain and misfortune was a way of life for him and he had no qualms about who he brought it upon, the innocent, the young, the impoverished, the frail or handicapped, it made no difference. But nobody knew that, nobody but Richard and Derrick, to everyone else he was simply that kooky but skilled Armor Commander.
He looked to Richard as he approached, “Now if you had let them kill you that would have just been shameful. And as my leader if you are shamed I am shamed...so please, do try and get killed by a proper opponent if you have to.”
He reached Richard at this point and tapped his unbroken shoulder, getting down and offering his arm so that Richard could put his weight on him. Once Richard was up they began walking toward the Mistress Leina and Reginalds tone changed to a more professional one. He didn't whisper but he didn't speak to loudly in the event someone was still hiding in the tree line, better to let them think the losses they took here were nothing to them.
“Casualties are at seventy-nine, twenty-two of those are ELITE's. Six hunters are down. Eight transports. And of course Tank, the King Raven and Derrick.” he reached into his pocket with his free hand and retrieved the still burning cigar which he placed in his mouth before continuing, “We are registering forty-two Brotherhood kills. Seems like a big differential but if you take out the kills those super-powered monstrosities caused that makes it roughly equal kills with a slight lean in our favor. So logistically speaking it's a draw I suppose, but...” it seemed this was genuinely difficult for him to say, probably as someone with a lot of pride, “Morally, honorably and strategically it is a loss. We underestimated the opponent and we paid for it, we stagnated in our superiority and were taught a lesson. We have many new changes to make, technologically, strategically and communally.”
Almost nobody else in the NWO would have talked to Richard like this, but then they would be the ones who didn't understand him. Richard might never admit it to anyone else but there was one thing he and Reginald shared and that was being prideful bastards. But not just prideful bastards, SMART prideful bastards. A prideful individual is beaten and grows angry, shutting themselves off, blaming others and shunning anyone that dares bring up the loss. A smart individual takes the loss and turns it into a future victory...they just did it with a little less grace when they were prideful.
They made their way up the ramp and Reginald told them to take them up, at the same time the ramp began retracting. He helped Richard sit in a free chair, the Mistress Leina wasn't really built to carry any sort of cargo or act as a transport but it had an extra scanner seat for just such an occasion. Once Richard was down he pressed a button on the monitor in front of him and then stepped back.
“But everything isn't a loss, I got you a special present. It's already in containment and on its way to the heavy-security research complex A-37.” Once the screen came on the picture of the zanpakutou stuck point-first into the roof was displayed, he patted Richard on the shoulder before walking away, “Feel free to have a good megalomanic laugh, I won't stop you.”
He moved to the front of the craft and sat back in his seat before spinning toward the command controls. He tapped several buttons and then spoke aloud, likely purely for Richards benefit.
“We will move back to observational altitude until full evacuation is confirmed. Is Tanks removal being handled?”
“Yes sir.” The communications officer confirmed.
“Alright, lets finish this. Hunter, what of Y1?” He said without turning around in his chair, there was an obvious bemusement in his voice anytime he had to call Richard by his alias.
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As the helicopter rose high into the air and eventually moved out of sight movement occurred in the forest. At first it was slow but eventually a young girl of about sixteen with green hair pulled tightly into a long ponytail made her way slowly out of the forest, moving from one tree to the next. She spotted the first of her friends bodies and her hand moved to cover her mouth, clearly never having seen such a thing. When she spotted the eldest girl who was by far the most grisly display of what had just occurred she practically fainted but settled for falling to the ground on her arms and then after holding it back for several moments heaving several dry hacks. When she was finished she began looking around while bent over on her knees, holding her body with her arms.
“Reiji. Meiko. Daisuke.” She was clearly calling out to each of the individuals around her.
But with each one that didn't respond her arms pulled up further and further until she was holding her head with her eyes wide. She fell face forward into the ground before she let out a bloodcurdling scream that she kept up until her lungs couldn't do so any longer, whereupon she settled for being wrecked with long hard sobs to nobody in particular. She didn't even know what to feel or how to react at that point in time.
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Post by Zhiel on Apr 27, 2010 21:35:33 GMT -4
As he sat beneath the tree Richard was caught in deep thought. Though his eyes recognized and read the text that scrolled down the screen of his cracked HUD, his mind was elsewhere at the time even if he would have noticed anything significant. There was simply so much that had gone to hell in this operation, he didn't need to know the exact state of the battlefield to tell, his suit had the capability to access the status and condition of every NWO operative that was currently on active duty within a twenty kilometre radius and could know the exact location of one such within five. Normally it was not set to such capabilities of course, it required far too much of the suits limited hardware to keep track of such a large area which weakened the other sensors and made him vulnerable.
At this point however Richard had tried to find a squad or similar in the vicinity of his location, only to find they had all been wiped out or were in too bad of a condition to be of any use... No he had changed his focus to attempt to estimate the state of the operation, with nearly all soldiers who had entered the operation zone dead or beaten it did indeed look grim. It was comforting however to know that until this point the perimeter they had set up had not been broken. If there was one thing the NWO excelled in it was defenses, and with both regular soldiers and Shade Sniper Teams deployed around the park it was unlikely any brotherhood members would get out of the park unless that monstrous woman changed her attention to them.
It was with this thought that Richard's attention changed to Victoria. This woman was insanely powerful, he had never encountered anything with such ridiculous physical strength and even her skin seemed hard as diamond... Through his calculations even a class S spirit would have been at least injured by such a short-range hit from his gun, yet she had barely reacted toward it... That could not have been merely spiritual energy guarding her, no there had to be something else to it. Was she even human...?
His thought process was interrupted when Richard suddenly heard the sound of a twig being broken somewhere behind him. Had he not been so caught up in his own little world and in a state that nearly caused his ears to bleed he'd have noticed them earlier but in his current condition he could do little but turn his head to look past the side of the tree while he tightened the grip on his gun now in his right hand, the arm that was still more or less intact. The fact that these individuals was pathetic amateurs comforted Richard in a way, it meant that even in his beaten state there was a chance they would be unable to break through his armor which would either give him time or make him able to take them out even in his broken state though it also angered him that his end might come at the hands of such pathetic undeserving nobodies... But that was when a familiar sound made it's presence and Richard noticed the green star-shaped dot on his HUD's radar display signifying what was the operations-craft of The Governor, the Mistress Leina (Richard always found Reginald's taste in names and design odd, but he could not argue about the results the man produced.)
With a smirk Richard let his half-raised arm drop as the jet-propelled helicopter uncloaked a mere couple of meters in front of him, with it's access ramp opening revealing the Commander of the aircraft and the NWO's Armor Division himself. It was at this point that the Brotherhood members that had intended to sneak up on him made their presence widely known by rushing out at them screaming their lungs out... Amateurs...
It was to no surprise for Richard when Reginald easily dealt with their attackers with a gun resembling his own, only a few tweaks behind in terms of performance. Richard always upgraded and tested his own equipment first before he began to either duplicate the process or make the preparations for mass production, it was both because it was often easier for him to alter equipment made specifically for him and because he preferred first-hand experience despite the risks it procured in some cases. There were of course exceptions to this but that is beside the point, though it was a welcome distraction from the creepy smile that Reginald seemed to show whenever he had the chance to directly end the lives of others. One almost had to wonder why he hadn't just become a combat operative or something so he could experience it more often, of course his skills both as a technician and leader for his particular division was unmatched and no matter how much he creeped Richard out at times he was irreplaceable.
Though Richard was once again reminded why he found the man annoying as Reginald approached him all the while speaking like if it was all a big game, though he didn't sound all too serious about it Richard knew that part of what he said was useful and it had been on his own mind for quite some time. Though what came next was merely irritating as it was like if the man was reprimanding him... Richard would have responded with something along the lines of "Wouldn't have been necessary if you had come sooner.", but with his lungs in a state where he could just barely breathe he decided against unnecessary comments and merely grunted in response as the man helped him up on his shoulder as they began to make their way to the aircraft.
It was then that Richard was given the unexpectedly high casualty numbers, coupled with the much lower losses on the Brotherhood side Richard couldn't help but grow angrier as he realized just how much of a failure this operation had turned out to be... He was of course not angry at Reginald, the man was merely doing his job and stating facts and he had to admit that he was right in how they had dramatically underestimated the Brotherhood, or their new leaders at the very least and Richard could do little but nod in agreement as Reginald said they would need to drastically improve their standing in order to become the dominant force. Of course, just like any prideful bastard Richard disliked the way Reginald spoke to him but he too was smart enough to realize the man was right and though it hurt in a way no physical harm could he had to admit their loss...
His mood changed however when he was put in the free seat available in the Mistress Leina and shown the image of a shinigami's blade, with the assurance that it had been recovered and was being transported to one of their more advanced outposts. All feelings of loss had completely vanished at this revelation, this was what they needed, what they had sought to acquire for the last couple of months in order to advance their technology further! What they suffered from now was the same problem from before they had become large enough to truly be called an organization, that was that the energy consumption on the more advanced tech now in production was simply too much for their limited reiatsu compression methods and Richard had tried to research ways to better these methods with little results... In the end he had decided they would need to research the sword of a shinigami to discover it's secrets, see just how they were capable of transforming the way they did and thus how they could grow in size and take on completely different forms. They had sought this information for a long time now, and finally they had it in their grasps.
Though whether it was due to Reginald knowing Richard or merely him jesting like usual Richard did indeed feel like laughing when he heard of these fortunate news though he settled for a mix of chuckling and coughing as his lungs protested against it. This was not to say that he appreciated Reginald's way of speaking to him now in front of his crew, he didn't mind a bit of informalities when it was handled discretely and he'd only let it go because these individuals were Reginald's most trusted subordinates. They probably knew better than to leak anything that was said between their commanding officers.
Then there were talk about returning to observation altitude before Reginald turned to Richard once again and asked him about Jager. Since this was a direct question Richard couldn't immediately ignore it and so thought of how to best respond to the Commander in the best possible way at the time. He settled for bringing up a miraculously intact PDA from his left thigh, before he put it in his lap as he began to type away on it with his right hands fingers, rapidly formulating a message on it's screen, though being used to having two arms to use it took longer than it otherwise would have but Richard was no stranger to multi-tasking so it was of little hindrance and within a minutes time tossed the small device over to Reginald in an arc, who'd most likely catch it with ease.
["Observe Y1's effectiveness against the new threat, attempt to discover weaknesses and do as thorough a scan as possible. Should the situation call for it we will withdraw it when all ground forces have reached the perimeter."]
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Post by Knightmayre on Apr 28, 2010 0:00:05 GMT -4
Ouch… Oketsu hit his head on the concrete floor of the tunnel below as he was rather ungraciously dropped down into the tunnel. Fragments of words, images, happens from the past few moments blurred together, so far as he could tell, the evil cat dropped him down a hole with a total psychopath who hated his very existence and sealed them into the tunnel. Great, from one hell into another, and I can’t even sense Genesis any more, this has got to be the worst day in the history of any Vaizard ever.[/i] Oketsu struggled to raise himself to his legs, dragging himself over to the wall and using it to prop himself up as the girl questioned his ability to move on his own. ”I can indeed move on my own, but don’t expect me to move fast, or without the wall or your assistance, I’d like to see you do the same after getting shot twice and blown up too.” Chuckling at the futility of his vague attempt at maintaining an air of power around himself, he resigned himself to slowly limping forward, leaning his left side against the wall, and clutching the bullet wound on his stomach with his arm, sighing as she went off on a tangent about the closing of the cover of the hole and turning rather forcefully towards him. ”Yes yes, it is closed, what a shame, now lets go, those enemy soldiers were able to get so close without being noticed, we have no idea where their forces have reached, they could very easily be in here, so we need to move on, because I’m in no condition to fight, and strong as you might be, protecting me and fighting off trained soldiers is no easy task for anyone.” Struggling against the wall, Oketsu pressed on, though leaning his seared flesh against the cold concrete wall was causing unbelievable pain, he knew it was that or be dragged along said concrete, and Oketsu knew which of the two he preferred.
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Kuroi had been watching, from high in the trees she had remained watching, her reiatsu would seem like a hollow to most around her and she was hiding her reiatsu so Victoria wouldn’t notice her, so it would be assumed to any who could pick her up that she was simply a weak hollow who hadn’t fled with the rest, and no real threat. She had so wanted to join in, she never got to kill things anymore, and she was bored, however she was given strict orders not to even be here, so getting involved would likely be a bad idea on her behalf. Instead, she resigned herself to watching the battle unfold, delighting in the slaughter that played out before her. What intrigued her most though was Victoria, who had single handedly demolished everything that came in her path. Kuroi had never seen her in action before, and was amazed at just what she was capable of. A man, she didn’t know him, but he seemed to be the only one strong enough to survive Victoria’s attacks, and even then only barely, came to a rest at the base of the tree Kuroi was hiding in. She looked out from the branch she was sitting on, the man was heavily injured, and there were so many ways Kuroi wanted to torture him, to taint his mind with the seeds of insanity, and let him return to his people broken, but her abilities were too easily noticed, and Victoria would know she was there. Kuroi was tempted to break rank and do it anyway, but having just seen what Victoria was capable of, Kuroi didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that if it could at all be avoided.
Suddenly, and from quite where Kuroi had not the faintest idea, a giant machine appeared out of thin air. Kuroi hadn’t spent much time with humans, and had never seen anything like this. A giant metal beast which floated above the ground, whatever it was, Kuroi liked it, and would convince someone to get her one later. A companion of the injured man emerged, just as Kuroi picked up the obvious reiatsu signatures of stupid humans who had no idea what they were doing. A group of young people ran out to assault the injured man, but his comrade dealt with them in a beautifully grotesque manner, shatter one’s head into a thousand pieces and a fine red mist, removing the arms of another and leaving him to suffer as his life slowly ebbed away. As some of the cowards turned to run, the man shot them down, and Kuroi couldn’t help but let a faint be definite ‘Ha!’ escape from her lips, and as the injured man was helped into the machine beast, a bright white light encompassed Kuroi, and within a few brief moments, as the machine flew away, Shiroi sat in a tree, wondering what she was doing up there.
Slowly climbing down the tree, Shiroi saw the butchered remains of the victims of the man’s attacks, and looked about in horror, grabbing her sword and looking around, not quite sure what was happening or what was going on, until a voice tinged with fear called out for her friends, and Shiroi turned to see a young girl in her mid teens, with vibrant green hair wandered out into the carnage, obviously calling out to her friends that had been decimated here. Shiroi sheathed her sword as the girl fell to her knees, and a chilling screamed issued from the girl until her lungs could no longer force out a scream, and she resigned herself to venting the myriad of disheartening emotions that were crushing her spirit. Shiroi wandered slowly over to the girl and knelt in front of her, bowing her head slightly as she did. Shiroi said no words, but she placed Yume in the girls lap, and the made a gesture that the girl should open the book. Inside would be large pop-up pictures of the girl and her friends, in a happier place, together, away from everything that had happened. ”You can read her for a bit if you like, she’s a good book, she wants to help.”[/b] Shiroi righted herself, brushing dust from her dress and holding a hand out to the girl, ”This place is sad now, but there are still bad people, we have to save our being sad for later, or everyone will be sad for us. You’re friends are heroes now, no? We’ll make sure they get remembered, everyone’ll know how brave and strong they were!”[/b]
Shiroi’s persona was too young to fully comprehend the gravity of the emotional pain the girl was dealing with, Shiroi had lost people before and it had been sad for her, but she had inherited only the good and happy sides of her original personality, and she was unable to see how anyone else could not stay happy in this situation. Shiroi thought too much of the world, but regardless of the girls reactions to her help, Shiroi would continue to try to aid her, her childish nature taking the better of her in this situation.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Apr 28, 2010 23:00:01 GMT -4
Victoria absorbed the initial charge into her left arm with a stalwart block only she could have achieved. It only scuffed her skin, ripped her sleeve and pushed her back a foot or so. Even so it was astounding, the human before her had pushed more energy into a single blow than she had received during the rest of the days battle combined.
Of course a quick look told her that he was only human in the most basic of ways, he took ones form but the energy behind his eyes and the expression across his face was more akin to a hollow. Sheer power, anger, hunger and desire to destroy was all that there was, feral in other words. She wasn't sure how this was possible but she had the sickening feeling that it wasn't of his own will and had something to do with the NWO's increasingly obvious lack of ethics. The ruffled and unkempt blond hair adorning his head and the clinical white outfit he was robed with seemed to back up the possibility of him being an experiment of some kind. Regardless just like Tank before him she had no ideas as to how such a thing could be undone, better to release them from their prisons, after all she of all people knew that death wasn't as fearsome as the living might believe.
Of course that was easier said than done, just from what she had seen she realized that while she might have been able to deal with him without to much trouble in her normal form it would be far more difficult in her gigai. It did not help that she had already expended some energy, true she hadn't used a lot but she hadn't held back either and with this opponent she could probably use all that was available to her. There was one big thing in her favor though, his attacking style and aura were completely wild, he didn't attack with any focus other than to destroy and that made his strikes drastically weaker than they could have been. Still he was easily of a weaker captains level as it was and superior as she might have been now and especially in her natural form you did not doubt an opponent once they were at this level.
He struck her several times but each one was parried without any real difficulty, they were fast and strong but they were obvious. Regardless he let out a low growl, even if he was a bestial man with no real sentience he seemed to be used to his enemies falling before him and probably found her continued existence annoying, still that didn't mean he was actually forming a plan of any kind and instead continued to strike hard and fast. Then he struck out with a foot and this proved a grave error, Victoria stepped back and held her two arms out so that his leg passed through a triangle she formed with them before she squeezed down on the leg. Grasping it firmly in her arms she shifted her weight and pulled him off the ground, spun him over her shoulder and then slammed him into the ground. There was certainly no holding back here and the ground beneath him fractured and a shockwave flattened the area and caused mild tremors for a thousand meters.
Still, quick as she had put him down he was back up and lunged for her, actually trying to bite at her neck. She slapped him away but where other attackers had been sent flying he simply shifted to the side and spread his legs wide before he slowly turned his head back toward her, his eyes hollow red orbs, and then he let lose a long sweeping roundhouse kick. Victoria brought both her arms up and blocked the attack but in the same motion the man continued to spin and aimed a fist blow for her face, she jumped backward with the attack missing her by an inch. Any normal attacker would then have pulled back and found another opening but he went right on continuing with the spin and lunging for her with his teeth again like a beast. But as mentioned this was the advantage she had over him, certainly any weaker individual would be overwhelmed by this flurry but to the trained Victoria this style of attack was in fact to his detriment, the actions easy to predict. And that was when he received a face full of fist and was sent reeling backward.
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Seiani and Oketsu walked down the sewer at a painfully slow rate covering little to no distance in a minute. Yet Seiani seemed no more ready to aid him than before if anything she seemed to be utterly ignoring him, whistling to herself and staring into nothingness. Of course Oketsu probably just thought she hated him or was completely insane but in reality she was distracting herself from where she was, after all any one of her phobias or psychosis would have sent her into fits down here, all accumulated they practically made her brain explode. So the only way to possibly endure it was to distract her mind from realizing where she was, and more importantly what she might be being exposed to. Even so she was hardly as lost as she seemed, even as she dreamed that she was on a beach and not in a dank sewer her instinctive senses were scanning double-time for any potential threat around them. So when a soft footstep sounded from before them, far to soft for most to hear, she froze.
So to did whatever had made the sound, or perhaps they had simply compensated so that further footfalls made no noise. Seiani came back to reality, a very extremely gross reality, but it was necessary and she held her hand out to Oketsu to signal him to stop moving. Her eyes moved back and forth across the darkness, it would be difficult for anyone to see here as it was virtually pitch black with only the light from the occasional gutter casting a pale glow but despite this it didn't look like anyone was there. In the faint light Seiani looked extremely out of place, it was hard to tell how old she was but she didn't look much more than thirteen and her stance was shorter than short, even so a keen eye would notice her seemingly small structure was in fact well toned for a girl. More so the neutral, concentrated look on her face suggested someone who was experienced far beyond her years and who also never underestimated a battle, something most people did not learn for quite a while.
She closed her eyes tightly, realizing they weren't to be relied upon in this situation. Most people would have probably assumed they had misheard but Seiani had already witnessed the cloaking capabilities of their enemies. It was how she had eliminated the helicopter and its occupants above, they had been taken by surprise assuming they could not be seen which was true enough but they had given off signs. This was the same, it might be harder to detect than a helicopter but that had clearly been a footfall and already she was noticing the mild fluctuations in the air around her. Then in a flash she went for her blade, drew it (and at this point Oketsu might notice that this was not a human blade...it was a zanpakutou), slashed through the air about four feet from her and then re-sheathed the weapon.
There was a pause and then the air where she had slashed flickered before a jet of red liquid shot from an invisible source. The suit finally became visible and showed she had cut the mans head clear off his shoulders, not giving him a moment to call out and the rest of his body soon slumped to the ground. Seiani opened her eyes wide and slid next to Oketsu before looking up at him.
“God...you're looking kind of pathetic, guess it can't be helped.”
She reached out and grasped him with both arms before tossing him over her shoulders like a helpless little baby, some of the blood from one of his wounds dripped on to her shoulder. Though he probably couldn't see it her face was hilarious in its ultimate disgust and disdain as she let out a visible shudder and made an audible whimper. However she collected herself and darted forward, a moment later the area Oketsus head had been exploded. And then Seiani was flying, pinging off the walls, ceiling and ground like an organic rubber ball full of caffeine and just as quickly the tunnel began exploding around them as invisible enemies began striking with powerful melee weapons. It was hard to tell but from the speed and frequency of the attacks there were three of them. She had dodged so far but she couldn't locate them with supreme accuracy and as such just one wrong move was all it was going to take to end this very quickly...cheaters. Meanwhile Oketsu was bobbing around like a doll made of rubber as Seiani shot in every direction as to not be skewered or bludgeoned to death.
Seemed the sewers weren't as safe as they had hoped.
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The battle between the superpowers had since devolved. What had initially been surprising no longer was and while the man possessed the proper energy output to damage Victoria his feral nature simply rendered him incapable of utilizing it in the efficient manner necessary. He would strike, she would block, he would strike again, she would counter and then after recovering he would come back. The problem was that he could only recover so many times while she could block all day, eventually it wasn't going to be a counter, it was going to be a final and fatal blow. There was no possible way for him to achieve victory unless his tactics changed drastically and clearly given his nature that was not going to occur.
Then he made a slip up, he went high when he should have gone low and Victoria exploited it immediately. She reached in and got him by the neck, a smart person would have tried to break this hold but he simply thrashed like a caught fish. She brought her fist back and hit him square in the face, he recoiled then came back and roared at her and she punched him again, this happened six times.
After recoiling he came back once again but Victoria faltered. His face had suddenly gone dumb, it was devoid of any expression what-so-ever and his eyes once complete glowing red orbs had focused so that the glow was restricted to his irises. Then he moved, he cracked his neck to the side and his eyes which had been cast to the ground slowly moved up her face before he looked her straight on and he cocked his left eyebrow in an annoyed but inquisitive manner.
“Ow...that hurt.” He said with a tinge of a Germanic accent.
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Post by Zhiel on Apr 30, 2010 17:06:35 GMT -4
Just like Reginald had said the Mistress Leina had returned up into the sky far out of reach or sight for any regular human eye to notice, and with the additional stealth of the vehicle it was hard to say if even the most powerful or observant of spirits would be able to pick it up from such a distance. Sitting in the extra scanner seat of the aircraft Richard had put the now retrieved PDA back in it's "holster" on the left thigh as he was operating the console before him instead, watching the scene that unfolded beneath them as Project Y1, or Jager, savagely attacked Victoria time and time again, only to have the woman block him before retaliating...
He couldn't say whether he should be amazed or terrified at this development as he had never seen anyone best Jager in this manner, and this scared him... How could a human defeat Jager? No, there was simply no way that this woman was human it was simply not possible no matter how strong one was to accomplish what she had done this day, she had taken a spiritually charged bullet square in the forehead without being hurt, she had completely massacred Richard's best and even ripped Tank apart... And now she was winning against Jager without taking a single hit... There was just no possible way that she was human... And yet preliminary scans revealed nothing, not a hint of her being a so called "mod-soul" or a Bount... He could only hope the more thorough scan that was being processed currently would reveal something.
However despite his personal interest in the situation there were other places he needed to observe and so using the console in front of him he changed the screens view to that of the fleeing NWO soldiers. The order to withdraw had taken full effect and most ground forces had already reached the edges of the park and been loaded onto attack-transport choppers that soon disappeared from view as they engaged their stealth fields and headed toward Outpost A-37, one of their larger outlying facilities in Tokyo and where their 'prize' had been taken for study. While observing the different viewpoints he was given by accessing recording units carried in the squad-leaders helmets and most Operatives. This was how he came to view the final moments of Stealth Operative Rikane at the hands of a young girl wielding what seemed to be a Katana, however the spiritual scanner readings that was transferred upon the death of the Operative revealed it was something much more...
However he did not have time to mull over this now, as he turned his attention to the group of soldiers who had yet to retreat and was sending out distress calls, only to find that they were all pinned to the ground, nearly fifteen of them was stuck to either the ground or nearby objects because of three glowing yellow "spikes" that seemed to be stuck in their limbs or chest... Upon inspecting the scene further he saw the form of a tall slim man who stood near a meter high stone railing at the edge of the 'road' leading through the park. The man was clutching a wound on the left side of his chest, just below the lung while he held a dark blue colored book in his other hand while he scanned the area. The man was clearly of western descent however watching him Richard couldn't help but think there was something off about him. It was then that Edrian decided to report in, as he began to slowly walk toward the centre of the park.
However when Edrian turned his back to them one of the soldiers who had a clear view of the Bount pulled a side-arm from a holster on his right thigh and raised the gun to Edrian's back, the ELITE having only had his left arm and the assault rifle he held in that arm pinned. And then with steady aim despite his position began to pull the trigger...
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Post by Knightmayre on Apr 30, 2010 22:08:00 GMT -4
You know what, you’re slow, I don’t care if you were blown up, the boredom is KILLING me. All you’ve written in your memories is ‘Walking slowly and it hurts.”, THAT’S NOT AT ALL INTERESTING, I AM DYING IN HERE, DO SOMETHING ALREADY! Oketsu winced as his hollow shouted, the words echoing within his already addled mind. Ignoring this however, he kept on keeping on as the girl whistled on along her merry way just ahead of him. It seemed to him as though she truly did not care about him, which would be fine usually, Oketsu was not one to rely on humans, but he had just been exploded, and a little sympathy wouldn’t hurt now and then. Resigning himself to stumbling along alone, Oketsu traced his mind back through his life, his hollow had a point, this was boring.
A soft noise however, broke the boredom. To Oketsu, it was barely audible, and only Seiani’s reaction made him believe it even happened at all, but as she raised her arm, he stopped and watched her. Her eyes closed, she was obviously efficient with her sensing abilities, which was good, as Oketsu couldn’t see anything in this light (or lack thereof) and having a sensory geared ally in these tunnels would be helpful in keeping both of them alive. Suddenly, and seemingly without reason, the girl drew and swung a blade which Oketsu could instantly tell was a zanpakutou, its reiatsu signature very obviously giving away its inhuman nature. Shocked for a moment, Oketsu barely noticed as a standing a few feet ahead of her fell to the ground, his head following shortly after in a shower of fine red mist that drifted softly to the ground. Oketsu sighed, he knew they wouldn’t be alone, but at the very least, she looked to be sufficient to keep them at bay for long enough for him to muster the energy to fight again.
Or not, Seiani slid up close to him, and gave him a once over, pointing out how pathetic he looked. ”Of course I look pathetic, if you’d been hit by what hit me you’d be long dead human, so give an old soul a break and…wait what are you doing?” Her arms shot out and hoisted him over her shoulder, the sudden impact of his exposed flesh on her clothes sent a searing fire of pain throughout his entire body, and it took all of his willpower not point this fact out.
He felt her shudder and heard her whine as she came into contact with the many still bleeding wounds on his body, but before he could tell her to harden up they were off at a dazzling speed, bouncing off walls, ceilings, floors, anything she hit she bounded past with absolutely no care for the fact that every time she jumped a white hot lance of pain shot through Oketsu’s body again. Oketsu looked up through the pain to notice the space formally occupied by his own head had been reduced to a small crater in the wall, and small explosions and chunks off sewer wall were flying apart as their unseen opponents chased them through the sewers.
Pulling his arm to his chest, Oketsu softly muttered an incantation to himself. ”Waves of light and dark surge forth, and clear the way for a new day’s birth.” Throwing his arm forth, a wave of reiatsu burst from his body, scoring large scars across the wall of the sewer and throwing up a cloud of dust behind Oketsu and Seiani, and unless they were running along the ceiling, their pursues would likely be knocked to the ground. With this, Oketsu lets his arm fall limp, and resigned himself to the unending pain that was to last for until Seiani decided they were safe, and Oketsu hoped that was sooner rather than later, because this hurt…a lot…
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Post by GoldenKitten on May 5, 2010 16:21:04 GMT -4
While Victoria was indeed given pause, more out of curiosity than surprise, it was short lived. After all right after this statement his next was, “Well I guess I need to kill you no-”
And then he was punched in the face.
He reeled and then went back to giving her a dirty look while raising one of his hands to his head, “GAAAH! WOMAN DON'T D-” And then he was punched again.
“Sexist.” Victoria quipped.
He brought both his hands to his head as the fire in his eyes burned a little brighter, “Oh that is IT! You were the NWO's enemy so I was going to spare you but not now and...” And then he was punched in the face once more, of course from up high or anywhere near it had probably looked like Jager was simply flailing his arms manically and screaming. He was more idle than usual but due to the distance at which all the NWO were it was extremely doubtful any of them would pick up on the true meaning behind the current situation.
But he had, had enough and lashed out at this point with a concentrated punch. Unfortunately for him he wasn't exactly in the best position to do this and the arc he had to throw it in gave Victoria the time to see it coming, not to mention she proved faster than she looked. She released him and caught his arm between her own before she bent down and his forearm exploded in blood and bone shrapnel as her strength proved greater than his defense. This left him with a limp hanging floppy extension from his upper arm but before he had time to react...she punched him in the face. This time without her to hold him in place he was sent flying a dozen meters, cart-wheeling at least once.
He rose slowly from where he was with one hand on his head and tried to take a step where-upon he stumbled like a drunk before he noted his arm. Where most people would have freaked out Jager simple blinked at it a few times with one eye while keeping the other closed, as if trying to keep his balance...of course there was always the possibility he was so out of it he didn't realize what had happened to his arm yet. This however was proved inaccurate when he reached over, grabbed it...and set it back into place with a firm tug and a bestial growl before he let it go limp by his side. It was still bleeding profusely and it wasn't going to do him any more good this day but it was still impressive for anyone to have that level of willpower. Once finished he began stumbling in her direction again though he was doing a lot more side to side and held his working arm up to point at her.
“DAMN YOU WOMAN THAT IS MY FACE...AND ARM!!! THEY ARE MADE OF FLESHY PARTS THAT HURT WHEN YOU DO TH-”
And then Victoria was across the clearing again...and punched him in the face once more for good measure.
This one had been stronger and sent him on a beeline for the trees. Upon landing and rolling another ten meters he was laid out flat on the ground and staring at the sky, it was clear he was muttering under his breath if one was close enough while holding his head with his good arm. Then he realized he was not alone and looked up (from his position) to find a young girl knelled over and a girl standing close by staring back at him, though the girl with green hair looked like she was only comprehending his existence in the most basic of ways and until now had not responded to any outside stimulus (including Shiroi).
He gave an innocent smile, “Hello!”
But Victoria wasn't far behind.
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For all their speed and invisibility it seemed that Seiani's small stature and quick movement was enough to keep them out of harms way. Of course as previously noted all it took was one mistake, but so far it seemed the mistakes were solely in their court. Then Oketsu played his card, Seiani wasn't watching him and was keeping her senses keen on where their attackers might have been. So when he released his blow, even though it was aimed more at those around them than at her, it took her by surprise. The force pushed firmly on her small body and made it hard to keep her legs steady as she came down to the ground from a leap she had been in the middle of. This caused her to stumble several times ending with her hopping on one foot four times before she caught her balance and then knowing they were still in danger she continued bounding down the tunnel.
This skilled reaction did not however continue to her demeanor, she had yelped and then spoken to Oketsu viciously, “Are you TRYING to get us KILLED? Do that again and I'll just leave you in the damned gutter, if the invisible ninjas don't get you maybe the rats will!”, nobody as close as Oketsu could have missed what she whispered under her breath next, “...there...there probably are rats down here...uuuugggggggghhhhhhh....disease-ridden vermin....” she continued to mumble under her breath about all the diseases your average rat could carry.
More importantly though Oketsus plan worked to an extent but it hadn't been the blowout victory he had probably been hoping for...losing lots of blood could do that to ones perception of things. What had occurred instead was that they had both leapt into the air when the blow had come their direction, the force had slowed them down significantly and one of their stealth fields dropped though in his black armor he was still hard to see, but it had not taken either of them down or forced them so far back they could not recover the distance. Plus Seiani while to a lesser extent had also been slowed down a bit negating some of the gain that could have been had. Still it had put them off a ways and while she might never credit Oketsu with the opportunity it seemed, as she reached for her blade that she was about to make use of the distance given.
Maybe Oketsu was looking forward, maybe he wasn't but if he was he might notice they seemed to be on a collision course with a wall up ahead. It was in fact another tunnel that broke off in two directions but at this speed and with the burden of carrying him there was no way Seiani was going to be making a pinpoint turn and from her body motion she wasn't preparing for it, as if she intended to go....through the wall. That was when a green glow built along the length over her blade which she had completely drawn at this point though due to having to hold Oketsu at the same time it was just barely clasped in her fingers. Then when they were half a dozen meters from the wall she released Oketsus upper portion allowing it to fall down her back, his head bobbing dangerously close to the floor as she firmly grasped the blade in her hand.
“SOUZETSU KYOURAN!” she yelled as she swung the blade up and a bright green energy filled the tunnel. It was powerful for a human to say the least, despite her size it seemed she was wholly built for the front lines.
The blast slammed into the wall and shot a plume of dust outward making it impossible to tell what had occurred, one could only hope Seiani knew the sewers well enough to know what she was doing. That was when she passed through the hole her strike had formed annnnd....thank goodness there was another tunnel on the other side and not a very dead-end of rock. She was not done yet however and spun a 180 so she was facing behind (resulting in Oketsu swinging wildly) and released another green energy attack into the ceiling just a meter behind them. Without losing momentum she turned once again and continued running, this would allow Oketsu, if he was still aware, to see the result. The cloaked individual was quickly decloaked as he was pelted with rocks and the ceiling came crashing down on him, the already visible individual stopped in time but was cutoff as the entire section of sewer collapsed.
Seiani seemed aware of this as well as sheathed her blade. She then reached back with her hand, grasped Oketsu by the hair of his forehead and pulled with enough force to re-situate him back on her shoulders, hardly the most delicate handler. Still though it seemed they had lost their followers she continued to run. Though Oketsu probably wished she wouldn't if he was still thinking clearly enough he would probably realize this was the sensible thing to do, there was no telling how persistent their foe might be or how quickly they might find a workaround that little block. But hey, at least she wasn't bouncing off walls anymore.
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A jet of blood shot through the air and the man being held by Edrians spell began screaming his head off. Just when he had been about to pull the trigger a white furball had come to the rescue and promptly removed the offending weapon...and the limb attached before Edrian could be killed. Akabane came to a sliding stop with the arm still firmly in his mouth before he dropped it to the ground. He looked up at Edrian whom he knew despised killing and after a long silence chimed in, “What? I didn't kill him.”, as the man continued to scream in the background audible even through his helmet.
Still a ways off in the distance Victorias energy signature could be felt flaring. It was a one-sided battle but Akabane understood, once you reached a certain level of power it was virtually impossible to hold back beyond a certain point no matter how hard you tried. Plus, it seemed that whatever she was fighting now was of far more respectable strength. Akabane wanted to intervene but he knew he would be getting in the way for someone of her level, plus weakened as he was in this gigai he probably didn't stand a chance against the opponent she was currently fighting.
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Reginald watched the screen with Jager and Victoria fighting for a while, he also helped organize the retreat but they had half the people they had sent in, in the first place so they were left with excess command space to spare. The fight was going poorly but then after her little show with Richards crew that was hardly surprising, still it was more than a bit impressive and pride-damaging at the same time to see their greatest secret weapon so throughly useless. Of course Reginald didn't really put much stock in Jager though unlike some of the NWO he bore no loathing for him either, he was a tool as well as any other, but an unreliable fleshy one. And how unreliable he was proving now, but that was beside the point, Reginald was paying attention to more important things about their little friend.
On the display in front of him a clip was playing over and over, it was after Victoria had broken his arm and sent him flying. Jager then got up and made some very human movements completely at odds with his feral nature. The angle from which the video was taken did not get a good look at his face, by the time Reginald had ordered them into a different position he had stopped what he had been doing. More over they were to far out of range for audio, they had the best directional audio receivers the world had ever known but there was still a limit, eventually there was just to much ambient noise after a certain distance.
It was probably nothing. It was likely that even Jager's feral side had realized it kept ramming itself into a brick wall and was venting it's rage at something that wouldn't punch it in return. Still, he wished they could have seen his face, this would have made it easier to affirm this theory and wouldn't leave a giant question mark about their already psychotic and glitchy master-weapon. Reginald turned to look at Richard, nobody else would have picked up on this about Jager as few knew much about him, he simply shrugged at the man but that shrug conveyed all the concerns and questions being raised. After all the men were almost certainly thinking along the exact same lines at the time being. Rather than talk about this with others around though Reginald spoke of other things.
“Well...he's getting wiped out and we've retrieved all the data we can before this turns fatal for him, is it time to retrieve Y1? And how do you want to go about it?” He continued to look at Richard and then grimaced, “You're about to tell me to do it aren't you?”
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Post by Zhiel on May 9, 2010 21:51:35 GMT -4
OOC: Shitty Post Detected.
As he only had one screen to watch through Richard had missed the first few signs that Reginald had picked up upon, however he too took note of the strange actions that Jager seemed to be performing after his arm had been broken in a bloody display. Being about to order Reginald to take them around for a better angle, he barely had the time to turn in his seat before they were already moving into position showing that the man was probably sharing his own line of thought. Sadly with the new positioning they got no further data as whatever Jager had been doing, he had stopped now though Richard's mind was working in overdrive to figure out what this could mean... There was always the possibility this was a side-effect of being faced with something he couldn't tear apart with enough effort. It seemed impossible there could be any intelligence in Jager, considering how much time and money Richard had spent on surveillance equipment to make sure there were no changes in Jager's state of mind, none of it had shown any signs of higher cognitive functions in the mans brain, thus no developments should have taken place...
Turning to look toward Reginald, Richard wasn't surprised to see the other man had done the same and gave him a look that pretty much conveyed what he himself had thought of, and while the man began to speak about something other than the subject they had silently agreed on Richard began to type away a message at his own console before he sent it privately to Reginald before he turned back to the Armor Commander. The message itself said "I'll perform the necessary tests after we get back to HQ, but for now I'm more interested in our 'prize'." Though it wasn't said, Richard was worried that if they did not study the weapon right away they might lose the chance to do so soon, as they knew so little of the Shinigami's weapons there was no guarantee they couldn't track it or worse.
As Reginald finished his initial question however Richard merely stared at him, though considering he still wore his helmet it was probably hard for the other man to see the blank expression on his face, though the prolonged stare seemed to give off the right idea as he essentially repeated Richard's own thoughts, only with a grimace. Richard gave a slow and steady nod of his head. Though before Reginald could do anything Richard held up his not broken arm, before he began to speak over the comm-unit in his helmet though it was set to Class 9, aka the encrypted Commander communications frequency. "I've got something... Lined up... Go in, when I give the order." Though his voice was still broken up by the pain he felt when he forced himself to talk, there was a reason he had spoken through the Commander Frequency rather than just typed a message for the man, it was likely he knew what Richard had in mind as well, or at least a hunch toward it.
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Edrian had been about on his jolly way to the centre of the hell-hole that was Karakura Park, one arm clutching the wound of a bullet that had passed straight through his body, nearly piercing his lung but probably getting another organ on the way instead... Well at least he wouldn't get blood in his lungs, he hated that. Luckily for him the bullets used by the NWO, at least primarily, was of the armor-piercing variety thus they were made to strike through protection or armor. This was probably because of their primary foes being hollow, though that slight oversight might very well have saved Edrian's life, or at least prevented him from sharing the ground with the pinned NWO soldiers as the bullet had merely cut straight through him, unlike what a hollow-point bullet would have done... No a hollow-point bullet would probably have caused half his back to explode upon exiting on the other end, they were terrifying like that and with the extra speed, force and the reiatsu contained within it the effects would be that much more terrifying.
With most of the pinned soldiers wriggling around on the ground trying to break free there was a lot of noise in the background and so Edrian never noticed when one of them pulled out a gun and was aiming it at his back. However the loud sound of metal being torn apart and breaking that sounded out behind him mere moments later did catch his attention as he whirled around, only to see blood spraying from what was left of one soldiers arm and then the form of Akabane who had come to a sliding stop a bit to the side with the arm still in hand. There were two reactions in Edrian's mind toward this development, the first was disgust toward Akabane for having taken such a bloody and potentially lethal choice of action, the other was his more rational sharp mind that had already taken note of the gun in the severed arm's hand and that Akabane had more than likely just saved his life. Even his own rationality couldn't change his personality however and so Edrian merely stared at Akabane with a mix of disgust and disbelief written on his face.
“What? I didn't kill him.”
The words the cat spoke after the prolonged staring contest only further angered Edrian, though he was too realistic to really go yell at the cat since he HAD saved him, even if it was in an unnecessarily gory fashion. Closing his eyes as he took a deep breath Edrian then turned to the side, staring at the ground before him, before he finally spoke himself. "I... Thank you. I do not have the right to condemn you for your choice of action... Please excuse me..." Edrian said, his voice seeming oddly neutral compared to his earlier expression, then he turned around completely and began limping on his way toward the centre of the park. Not wanting to instigate conflict between him and Akabane Edrian had decided to leave before he let his personal feelings get the best of him, and as he limped on his way Akabane could no doubt hear the excited voice of Geheimnis talking about how awesome that "white furball" had been and how blood had sprayed everywhere, though Edrian seemed to just shut it out with a solemn expression on his face.
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Post by Knightmayre on May 13, 2010 2:40:43 GMT -4
A sudden torrent of insults, Oketsu wasn’t prepared for that. ”Oh, I’m trying to get us killed? You don’t even know what I did human, for all you know I just saved us!” Oketsu sighed as Seiani muttered under her breath, but at the range he was at there wasn’t a single word Oketsu didn’t hear, and the ball finally fell into his court. ”You’re damn right there are disease carrying rats down there, and with my shinigami powers I could summon them to the surface and have them attack you at will, so try being a little nicer or the hoards of the undercities will rise up and claim you as their bitch!” Oketsu had recently finished reading a book on ratmen who lived in cities under the sewers, and while now was probably not the time to be remembering this, it helped add flavour to what he was saying, copyright laws be damned.
As Seiani continued on, she drew her sword again, and once more Oketsu noticed the distinctly inhuman origins of the blade, and it began to glow. Why is it glowing…what is she do-[/color] Before his mind could complete that trail of thought, Oketsu found his head dangling just above the ground, his long hair falling and trailing in whatever it was that Seiani was running through (Oketsu had a few ideas, but he really didn’t want to think about it at this point). He heard a crash, energy on stone, which let him know there was a wall up ahead. She isn’t turning is she. Nope, doesn’t seem like it. That’s disheartening… Oh shut up, you don’t even have a heart… True as that is, with the speed she’s going at and the likely presence of a solid wall of stone ahead of you, you’d be lucky if you kept yours for long.[/i]
Oketsu didn’t want to admit it, but there was a general feeling running through his mind that the hollow was right. Closing his eyes, Oketsu braced himself for impact, until suddenly he was swung around. Much to his surprise, he wasn’t dead, and instead he saw a large hole had burst through the wall, and opened up a passage into the tunnel they were now in. A second blast crashed rocks and debris down upon one of their pursuers, and a sudden movement caught his eye just before Seiani started moving again. A hand reached through his vision and caught his attention, grasping a handful of hair and pausing for a single moment in which many curses even the most despicable and vile Arrancar would think twice before muttering ran through his mind as a searing bolt of pain lanced his forehead and he was pulled up to his original position. Oketsu figured this was payback for what he had said earlier, and sighed as he moved on with his life, thankful of the fact Seiani was running in a straight line and not bouncing of the walls anymore, though he was by no means comfortable.
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Shiroi stepped infront of the girl and picked Yume up, waving her hand infront of the girls face as she attempted to draw out a reaction. There was none. ”You’re strange you are, here I am being nice and helpful and you don’t even do stuff? That is a very strange way to treat someone indeed.” Sighing, Shiroi stood up and turned as she saw something flying through the air towards herself and the girl, a man it seemed to her. A sudden ‘eep’ and quick relocation of several metres allowed her to avoid being crushed under the force of this man as he slammed into the ground. The man was obviously injured, and thus obviously had been fighting, though as of yet Shiroi could not tell what side. He looked up, and greeted the girl who had previously been ignoring Shiroi, with a strangely polite look on his face for someone so bloodied and injured.
Shiroi noticed Victoria running towards where she, the girl and now the man were, and it didn’t take long for Shiroi to realise the man was an opponent of Victoria, and thus an opponent of herself. She drew her katana and held it in one hand, holding Yume in the other, as she took a couple of steps back towards the trees. She didn’t know why, but she had a strange feeling that Victoria didn’t want her there, but she decided not to hide, as she didn’t remember why she felt like that and figured it was just a thing. Moving her sword into a combat position, Shiroi readied herself for battle. Yume, on the other hand, did not want Shiroi getting into a fight, knowing full well she would only get in Victoria’s way. A single glowing white butterfly flew forth from the pages of the book (in Shiroi’s eyes only) and danced around infront of Shiroi. This had the desired effect, and Shiroi stopped and looked up at the butterfly, ”Ooooh, pretty! The butterfly would continue to dance and dart around Shiroi until Victoria arrived, at which point Yume (who knew full well Victoria had specifically asked Kuroi not to come here, but Shiroi had ignored the feelings Yume had put in her, so she decided instead to let things play out, it could be fun after all^^) caused the butterfly to fly back into the book, so that Shiroi’s focus was returned to the goings on around her.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Jun 7, 2010 16:35:26 GMT -4
((OOC: I do apologize about the quality/length but that's what happens when you take a break, I simply couldn't get into it. Hopefully come the next post I'll have some rejuvenated muse from reading your posts.))
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While the little girl freaked out and the other just stared at him Jager just darted his eyes between them. After a long moment he held his hand out and pointed in a direction that lead through the trees and out into the city.
“You should go that way. They won't get you if you go that direction. Nows your chance to escape and avenge your friends right?” He cocked his head and smiled before he jumped to his feet and started marching toward Victoria who was coming at him.
The girl jumped back slightly at this and as Victoria approached she held her hand out and pointed much in the same way Jager had. Seeming to be swayed by the two super-powers making pointy hands she darted off in that direction without another word. This left Jager and Victoria having a staring contest and Shiroi more or less ignored. After a period of contemplation Victoria pointed toward the girl who while further away now was far from speedy and could still be seen occasionally through the trees.
“Why did you help her?”
Jager smiled wryly, “Well had someone listened they'd have realized anyone that could be a potential enemy of the NWO is my ally...and then the punching of faces began...”
Just as he finished his eyes went wide with what was probably pain as his neck snapped to the side so quickly it probably broke something in the process. He made a low gurgling sound as arcs of electricity began shooting from his neck, he turned his eyes to Victoria and it was immediately evident that they were phasing in and out between red and blue.
“Ahhhhhh....~” he sounded both pained and bemused, “Father calls, he's so gentle...perhaps someday I shall repay him by ripping out his spine.” Despite his actions Victoria had the distinct feeling he was more than capable of fighting the compulsion being sent to him, the energies being emitted weren't remotely on par with his own and the way he had joked as she struck him before suggested someone with a lot of stamina and willpower. Regardless she had a good grasp on what was about to happen and instead of focusing on him she started looking about her and toward the skies.
He pointed once more, “One final thing. From what I've grasped in my little hidey-hole you all are something of paladins ay? Goody-goodies? Well know this then, your battle against the NWO is not without merit, they are as evil as they come. Take that from me as you will.”
Jager fell to his knee and let out a roar as the energy encompassed his entire body. This was of course the perfect opening but Victoria was perhaps to kind for her own good and the fact that he had a sane soul inside him kept her from doing so. After all if the NWO could be defeated and he freed then he would make a good ally, plus if he wasn't completely lost then it made it the same as murder...not that Victoria hadn't committed such deeds back as an Espada, just that she didn't want to anymore. When his eyes went completely blue Jagers energy finally gave out completely and he slammed face first into the dirt.
The sound of an incoming aircraft could just barely be heard, it to was dampened but just as her spirit sense and eyesight was keen, so were Victorias ears. Even so the speed at which it was approaching and it's near invisibility made it impossible to lock on to perfectly. Thus she settled on preparing, knowing that it would have to show itself if it was going to pick Jager up. She slammed her foot into the ground and jarred a large portion of rock free from the ground which she bent down and hefted up with her arms whereupon she proceeded to wait.
She sensed them as soon as the cloaking field went down and Jager jumped to his feet as he let out a cry. “Cookie!”
A volley of missiles was released upon Victorias position but for a brief moment she was able to see what was happening. A smaller, sleeker aircraft than the rest was coming in on what appeared to be a strafing run. However from the side door a blond man was leaning out with a long thick cable hanging from the aircraft, at the end was adorned a...cookie...chocolate chip if her eyes did not deceive her. She had the strangest feeling this was about to put a comical end on a situation it did not fit, then the missiles hit and the land erupted in fire around her.
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Reginald wasn't particularly keen on this plan. He didn't mind getting in the way of danger when the playing field was equal or even when there was a small chance of victory. But here they were putting themselves in danger against a foe they were quite aware they lacked the ability to defeat at this time. Y1 was a powerful part of their arsenal but if Reginald and Richard were killed in its retrieval it wasn't going to do anyone any good. He was almost ready to just claim Richard wasn't thinking straight due to injury and turn this train...er...helicopter around but decided he didn't need that. He could have but if Y1 was lost he would have heard no end of it, however after one pass if they actually survived then they were leaving whether they got him or not. Reginald highly doubted the monster woman would give them the courtesy of two lucky passes.
So did he find himself hanging out of the nearest door with a large cable fastened to the other walls winch with Jagers favorite treat strapped to the end. It didn't get much more basic than this, fire on the enemy and pray for the best...and really pray she didn't decide to grab the cable...which was Reginalds current bet in this matter. As they came in on the target and he watched the girl go up in a plume of fire he briefly wished he had ordered them to come from the other way as to put the entrance he was at away from her, but that was one tactical decision thought up a bit to late.
The fireball made it impossible to see what was happening below, they were really just taking a massive bet on this. Then he saw the line go taught, and given that they weren't immediately pulled into the ground he could thankfully say it wasn't the woman...well...unless she decided she was coming up here to finish things personally. Regardless he switched the winch on and it started pulling up, then from the corner of his eye he saw something move. He looked just in time to see a huge piece of rock hurtling toward them.
“Holy crap on a coconut!” Reginald yelped as the earth mass missed his side of the aircraft by a scant three feet.
He looked down in time to spot the woman walking from the fireball holding another piece of earth which she hurled at them like a linedriver. Reginald fell across the cockpit he moved so quickly and slammed the emergency movement controls that could be found at every terminal that made the craft dart to the side so quickly it made ones body feel briefly displaced. He saw in the forward looking cameras that the rock continued flying off in front of them, had they remained in that position they would certainly have been struck from the air. He hurried back over to the entrance, more to look back at Victoria than to see if they had hooked their “comrade”. He was glad to see that while she was still watching them it seemed they were out of her throwing range now, or maybe she just didn't want to hit the civilian buildings they were now flying over. Either way they soon lost sight of her as they headed back out into the city.
At that moment the winch finished pulling up and Jager was now laying on the floor, holding the cookie still wrapped in cord above him and pawing at it like a kitten while making, 'GNA GNA GNA GNA GNA!!!” sounds. Reginald couldn't even care at the moment and instead slammed the door shut, produced his cigar once more and took a seat back at the front while letting out a sigh.
“New rule number one...don't fly around the super chick with the ability to fast ball GIANT ROCKS!” He turned around and looked at Richard incredulously as he said this last part.
However he soon calmed down and turned back to the front, “Setting in course for A-37......do you want to drop Y1 off somewhere along the way or do we take him with us?” Reginald said obviously to Richard.
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Post by Zhiel on Jun 17, 2010 22:15:54 GMT -4
Despite what Reginald might think Richard was very well aware of the risks that recovering Jager meant, both in terms for Jager himself and them as deactivating the biological weapon right in front of an enemy would make him an easy target for the woman. However on the off chance she did not squash him like an overripe melon then they would be able to recover one of their greater weapons which as was shown today was necessary, though they had to step up their game quite a bit but Richard had a number of ideas brewing in his mind just waiting for a chance to try them out.
Though if Jager did meet an untimely demise at this monsters hands, it wouldn't be the end of the NWO since both due to the costs of maintaining and the limited control they had over Y1 there had already been many discussions about simply putting the beast down and completely abandoning the biological side of their projects for the time being though to Richard this seemed like a waste of a potential resource. If Jager did die on the other hand it would mean Richard wouldn't have to do the dirty work himself and they could simply move on, but as they approached the area that Jager had been sent hurtling in he brought out a small device from one of the many compartments in his suit and though the device had taken some damage it was a very simple device and thus built to be durable. The small rectangular black 'bar' had rounded edges and one button on what could be called the top of the device stood out slightly though as he closed his hand around the device energy was transferred from the suit into the object and the button gained a soft blue glow, making it clear the device couldn't activate on it's own.
Watching the screen in front of him which was searching for a visual image of Y1, as well as a status log on him from one of the many implants in the biological weapon, Richard then raised his arm slightly before he pressed the button and sent the signal whose only purpose was to disable Y1 and make him docile once again. And though the signal was sent out and received, there appeared to be resistance in Y1... Was he adapting toward it or was it just due to still having a strong enemy in front of him? It was truly unfortunate they did not have visual on the 'person', for it could have revealed a great deal about it's state and allowed for them to react accordingly. Richard simply concluded that they would study the subject thoroughly once they were done with their new toy, but for now it was time to retrieve it.
Once Jager's status changed to a definite "Inactive" on the screen Richard gave the signal to initiate the retrieval as he spun his chair around to watch the rest of the sleek craft while placing his functioning arm on one of the 'arm rests' of the chair and activated the exo-skeleton lock causing about 90% of the suit to nearly completely freeze up as all joints and similar mechanical parts 'closed'. This rerouted the remaining energy from the exo-skeleton to internal systems, such as the one keeping Richard's body from giving out on him due to the massive overdose of spiritual energy that would have permanently scarred if not completely destroyed his soul had he not been in his power suit that contained it. Richard watched through the cracked visor as Reginald had the other crew-members initiate the run while he himself prepared the "bait" to get Jager's attention and the means of how to get him on-board without needing to stop, this was a method that had been discovered by accident once several months ago but after testing it had proven surprisingly efficient. Of course then they had used their standard Attack-Transport choppers for the testing and not the "Mistress Leina"...
Having leaned back previously into a more relaxed position while his locked arm balanced him up on the chair Richard made practically no movement at all as they struck, and with a calm expression that was invisible due to the helmet he watched as a large shadow flew past the side of the craft, before Reginald suddenly paniced and activated emergency movement controls causing the vehicle to quite suddenly pull to the side leaving most of it's inhabitants disoriented for a moment with the feeling of bodily displacement, though Richard hadn't really felt it himself and either this was a good sign or a very very bad one, and judging by the fact he couldn't really feel anything right now he guessed on the later. Despite this though Richard found Reginalds excited behaviour amusing and would have laughed was it not likely to kill him, he didn't really understand why the man was so upset. Having gone toe to toe with the woman Richard had made the judgement that the Mistress Leina was fast enough to avoid anything significant the woman could throw at them, else he wouldn't have asked the other man to do so. Though whatever the other man thought of him right now, they had recovered Jager and that was what really counted, now he just needed to get himself fixed up and he could get to work, so when Reginald asked what they should do with Jager, Richard deactivated the lock in his suits exo-skeleton as he turned back to the console and typed a message to the man over the commander frequency, stating that they would arrange for a specialized containment carrier to pick him up after they arrived at facility A-37, and for Reginald to tell the people in the facility to prepare protocol 014.7A which was essentially something Richard had written up after his first time using two spirit batteries at the same time, in preparation for the day he may have to do so again or worse.
OOC: Sorry about abrupt end and potential craptastic-ness. Been having trouble concentrating through part of it.
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