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| Deleted User | Sep 1 2010, 04:22 PM Post #16 |
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Reacting ridiculously swiftly, Devlinaerus swung the bulky assault rifle clutched in his hands around and opened fire into the hall behind him, a split second before Jax reached the door, narrowly missing the heavy weapons guy, but also missing Jax herself. "I know you're there, worm!" He barked. "Do not conceal yourself; we outnumber you and quite likely outgun you. There will be no escape. Speak quickly, and I may spare your life. Remain silent..." He paused, and chuckled malevolently. "Well, let's just say, surrender." -- "HOLY SH*T!" The second guy shrieked, recoiling. He opened fire wildly, too panic-stricken to actually aim. The first guy was more composed, and took cover behind a nearby crate before peering out from behind and aiming his gun. |
 
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| The Milkman | Sep 1 2010, 04:28 PM Post #17 |
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Creak, creak, creak. Clank clank clank clank. "Whee." That was the extent of the machine's movement at exactly this point in time. ---------------------------------------- Numbers decided it'd be best to send the dog after the other guy. This one seemed too scared pissless. A stray bullet hit his other shoulder, chipping away at the plastic. That really didn't seem to deter Numbers at all. He was too busy yanking at this guy's brain to much notice. Suffice to say, Numbers would be frustrated. Edited by The Milkman, Sep 1 2010, 04:32 PM.
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| Phoenix-Saturn | Sep 1 2010, 04:32 PM Post #18 |
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It was then that Jax noticed she had been shot at. “S**t…” Gunfire. Preparing for battle. No. Suspend. Operation suspended. Awaiting further orders. Another good thing about Venia; she/it obeyed, usually without question. The winged guy spoke, and Jax immediately decided she didn’t like his superior air. He had no idea who she was or what she was capable of. Nothing determined that he was better than she was… Patience is key. Jax paused. Since when are you a philosopher, Venia? Venia remained silent. “I’m not here to fight!” Jax yelled, but didn’t step out from the doorway. “The C.O.P.S aren’t my cup of tea either!” He probably wouldn’t believe her. Jax wouldn’t have believed herself. She wondered if she should use Voice… But immediately dismissed the idea. She didn’t need accidental hostility right now. “I’ll come out if you don’t shoot!” |
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| Deleted User | Sep 1 2010, 04:40 PM Post #19 |
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Devlinaerus sneered. "Give me a good reason why I SHOULDN'T shoot. True, you may not be an ally of the COPS... But then again, this is a top secret facility. How do I know you're not one of them, trying to gain my trust and infiltrate my operation?" He frowned. "Hrm. But then again, time is of the essence... Very well. Come out, now, and I promise I won't shoot you." He rolled his eyes. "State your case and do it quickly. I need to be out of here as soon as possible." |
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| Phoenix-Saturn | Sep 1 2010, 04:47 PM Post #20 |
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"You shouldn't shoot because I could be useful." Jax said, albeit more quietly. Still that superior air. Jax frowned, but at the moment she was not in a good position. Her new reflexes were amazing, but dodging bullets might be a bit difficult. She had been relying on stealth and surprise. She now had a problem. Sighing, she backed into the hallway, hands open, showing she had no weapons. At least, no ranged weapons... She got close, conscious of gun barrels facing her. “Alright, I’ll get this over quickly, then. I happened to hear gunfire coming from this base, and noticed you guys… Slipping in back…” This was a slight exaggeration, but making his goons look incompetent might distract the fearsome leader for a few seconds. “And since I am a deadly curious person, I followed you. And no, I’m not afraid of C.O.P.S. Or you.” |
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| The Milkman | Sep 2 2010, 05:37 AM Post #21 |
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It wasn't rocket science, you know. The machine was going to be bored of that loop-song from earlier. So he decided to sing a new one... After busting through a door, of course. Same song, second chorus with this one. The cart didn't take the hit too well. That was the bad news. Oh, but things are looking up now because he sensed lifeforms nearby. Well okay. The knock smacked on his thermal vision and he saw a group of people screwing around, aiming guns at each other and such. Is that good news? Nah. Probably not. He's gonna call it that anyway, because he's bored enough to. He smacked himself and his vision turned normal again. He decided to brush off some invisible dirt, slash glass bits. Huh. Those folks seemed far away enough to probably not hear him smack into another wall. That's probably a good thing, he would figure. What is it with him and walls today? "Break I today catch can't." He said, stopping to correct himself. "... Can't break a catch today." No... That wasn't right. He'd have to hold off on singing for now. He had an internal memory problem he intended to fix. "Today I catch a break." ... Well isn't that just the opposite... and he was missing a conjunction of two word's sacred bond of marriage. He looked around. "Thunking sucks too." He spat out, wiping his mouth shortly afterward, walking along in the direction the arrows pointed to. That's a simple enough task, right? Two at once? Let's see how far it gets 'em, hm? Edited by The Milkman, Sep 2 2010, 05:39 AM.
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| Poison Ivy (Dee) | Sep 2 2010, 09:26 AM Post #22 |
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Just what I had in mind. Everything dead on earth, except us.
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Dakota leaned out from the warm vibrancy of her home, to the colourless world outside that cried onto her face. She gently took Sonny by the arm as he came to her, “As I look out there, there’s this bleakness that I haven’t felt in a long time.” Sonny looked up at Dakota in silence when Fox gave her a small nod as though he read her mind. “Something definitely feels unstrung.” The tall man slouched over his desk. K.C shrugged and took a careless sip of his coke, “Looks the same to me.” “Just take care of Sonny out there.” Fox emphasised, a concerned look in his eyes. Of course, this had been the first time in a while Sonny had left home. He would always be in his room, alone and thinking up stories in his mind of how the world outside would be with each glance out his window. Though he stood quietly, there was an excitement building up inside. Finally, a chance to step out of his imagination and see things for what they appear. Dakota pulled out her black bandana as she prepared to leave, tying it around her lower-face. “Yeah, I got this. The kid needs to get out of here eventually. I just need to get something from that Crow and I’ll be back.” And with that, the young rebel left, Sonny following in silence. “I really don’t like that guy.” Lingo sneered, fiddling with his prized fission battery as his curvature glasses slipped down his nose. “Something’s really dodgy about him. If you ask me, he’s totally funkdafied.” -- Beneath the gloom of the dusty sky, there was a little smile. Above the wastes of the drains, little arms waved happily by. For a moment it seemed as though the rain was finally starting to clear, only to turn to minor showers. “Ain’t no rain gonna stop us, isn’t that right, soldier?” Said Dakota as they strolled down the gutter they called a neighbourhood. Sonny was too busy looking around and trying to take in his surroundings to respond, to which Dakota smiled and pat his head. She made sure he stayed close. “Don’t look anyone in the eye.” The armored woman warned, clutching her Desert Eagle by her side with a strong hand. “We are not to be known.” “Where are we going?” He finally asked, avoiding the eyes of a beggar as he reached out a limp hand to the boy. Dakota pulled Sonny away slightly, placing a couple of caps into his pale hand and answering briefly. “We’re just picking up a…parcel.” Of course, what Dakota wasn’t making clear that this was ‘parcel’ was indeed a weapon, one of the hardest to find in the poor area they lived. Everyone had to make do with what they could find, but Dakota always had her contacts. This ‘dealer’ shouldn't be any different from the others, however, almost as though there was a syndrome in its name. It wasn’t the best idea to take a kid out here, but Dakota promised him that he would get to see the world for what it is, no matter how bleak it was. After all, he would be a part of its future. They quickly ducked under a tunnel, almost completely disappearing into the darkness. The cold breeze howled against the open pipes, suffocating stenches consumed the air as they oozed with God knows what. Just one whiff sent Sonny’s stomach turning and his eyes tearing, but Dakota walked through unaffected as though she had lived there all her life. “Sonny, when the bad dogs are put down, there would be more hope for homes like ours.” She whispered solemnly, noticing the boy’s now resentful expression. “You are its future.” Prying eyes emerged from the wall, caught by Dakota at the very corner of her eye. She froze, quickly turning around and raising her pistol between its eyes, Sonny shrieking in surprise. “Who goes there?” She demanded, stance solid and eyes frowning. “Didn’t I tell you I’d find you myself?” A cold, lifeless cackle boomed against the walls as the brooding figure came into sight. “It’s me, Crow.” He was male, dressed in a long, black trench coat, the Os of his old-fashioned smoking pipe chasing the ceiling. He looked as though he was straight from one of those ancient detective story books from three millennia ago, the ones Sonny kept in his room. Dakota moved back slowly, not lowering her gun. “You got it?” The strange man paused. Pointing to one side of his coat, he squinted his eyes at Dakota. “Stop pointing that thing, woman. It’s unnerving me.” “No.” “Well…” Crow looked up, pretending to think. “All right.” He replied awkwardly to her blunt response, standing still. “All right.” Dakota repeated, raising her eyebrow. “You got it?” She asked again, noticing Sonny clutching her side more tightly. As she watched him, she felt that something wasn’t quite right. The man she was supposed to meet was described by Lingo as having bearing a ginger beard and gloves, but this man wore neither, and he didn’t look like the kind of man that lived off the streets. “So you must be Dakota.” Dakota, not giving him an idea of her emotions thinking it would leave an opening, remained expressionless. She simply responded, “The person you speak of couldn’t make it, so I was sent instead. Now, show me the weapon.” Short and sweet were all her answers would be, for she did not know this man, and her suspicions were only growing. She clutched her Eagle tightly, awaiting him. The man reached to his coat and pulled it open, prompting a large metal box to crash to the ground. Naturally, he looked one hundred pounds less. Dakota felt Sonny jump, advising him to stand back before proceeding slowly and cautiously towards the box. She reached down to its handle, when there came another violent howl of wind. It surged through the tunnel as a loud voice boomed against the walls. Within seconds, Dakota felt herself be flung deep into its parameter, far away from the box. “UGH…!” She winced as she smashed against the wall, catching her arm on protruding metal wiring that managed to tear through her skin. Sonny soon followed, landing close to her. “HE'S A LIAR, HE WILL KILL US ALL!” The same distant voice boomed again from a man who leapt from the shadows. He was running towards them. Blinding yellow. Dakota rubbed her head, her blurry vision clearing to the sight of a merciless display of flames that erupted on the other end and shook the tunnel with a loud bang, its intense heat searing whatever it touched. She coughed out the fumes, realizing that the trench-coated man had suddenly vanished behind the blaze, leaving behind his cold, echoing laugh. The rebel girl and her kid friend were whisked away by a strong gloved hand grabbing their arms and pulling them deeper into the tunnel, just missing the bone-crushing collapse of the ceiling nearby. Dakota looked up at her saviour, a long, reddish beard resting on his silver armour and a determined look in his eyes. "...Are you?" "Yes, I'm Crow, and I'm getting you two out of here!" Edited by Poison Ivy (Dee), Sep 2 2010, 09:27 AM.
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| Deleted User | Sep 2 2010, 11:23 AM Post #23 |
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"Pity." Snorted Devlinaerus. "I love it when people grovel and wriggle like worms, begging for me to spare their pathetic lives." He sighed. "But, I suppose you can't have it your way all the time. As for your usefulness, of that I am not so certain. You don't seem to be anything special. My men and I can handle this mission ourselves." He turned away. "I'll spare your life for now, since I'm very busy. Now get lost, girl, if you know what's good for you. Men, move out." "Yes, my Overlord!" The JOAT replied. The Heavy just nodded silently to show his understanding. The trio began heading down the hall again, ignoring Jax. |
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| Silv™ | Sep 2 2010, 12:07 PM Post #24 |
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| Phoenix-Saturn | Sep 2 2010, 04:05 PM Post #25 |
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The taste of champagne on your lips was always sweet. Especially when you had it whenever you wished, and it was served ice cold. “Guess the meeting’s over!” Kassandra yelled, as other Board members also laughed and popped corks on their own iced champagne bottles, brought directly from the City’s central district, a location previously encompassing many countries. This bottle had come from an area formerly known as France. Kassandra didn’t control the area personally, but outranking other people of the Board… Had its advantages. Like the best Champagne for free. However, there was still the matter of those 5- No; she refused to think about them. Politics was like walking on the edge of a knife; one wrong move and you’d get sliced in half. She couldn’t let any dangerous emotions show, not at all, or she could somehow get punished. Punishment meant death. Not necessarily your death, but death nonetheless. And they wondered why some Board members didn’t want families… Something cold poured down Kassandra’s back. For a bunch of old lawyers, the Board members knew how to attack someone with Champagne. She laughed as she turned and tossed her own glass into whoever had thrown it… And ended up tossing a full glass of Champagne into the President’s face. That was four years ago. Kassandra had learned a lot since then. It was no longer about thinking something, it was about doing it. She hadn’t been punished, but that had been the one time, the one time the now shrewd businesswoman had been utterly terrified. She had only had a membership (and not a high ranked one) on the Board for a month then. But that day had had its advantages. That was the day she had been promoted. That was also the night five men, known among the other Board members as pigs when it came to young women, met their deaths. No one connected the dots. And no one would. Life was good. Jax could only watch as the group disappeared down the hall. She felt like raking the leader’s face right now, but Venia, being an annoyingly practical little computer, had the nanites flowing through Jax’s system administer some cocktail that kept her thinking straight. She sighed. The task of convincing that guy wasn’t going to be an easy one. She was probably going to have to kill something to get what she wanted… Maybe a C.O.P.S grunt would do. |
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| The Milkman | Sep 2 2010, 04:26 PM Post #26 |
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The Machine from earlier seemed bored again, back to walking again. He decided to think about this "SSI" chip thing and it's acronym. He came up with many ridiculous ones, such as "Silly Soda Inventor" and "Sudden Social Ineptitude" as he drew closer to it, really knowing nothing more, save that it was a chip, 'cus that's what the sign said. When the arrow lead towards a door, the robot decided to play SUPER PUNCHOUT with it, dodging it as though it had moves, because in his mind, the door was Mike Tyson. The halls around him washed away to a gritty pixel world of fighting, with a fat Italian ref. The Machine dodged to the right. He dodged to the left. Then he put his squarely into the door, and it flew off it's hinges. Reality came crashing back to him and he looked around, rubbing his fist, and walking in, ignoring the notion that such a thing just occurred. He looked around for more arrows, but found nothing, save a supermassive, old looking hunk of metal that he did not like. It was almost the size of a football field in his records, looked OUTRAGEOUSLY heavy, and the color it was painted was tacky at best. Disappointed, but not dishearted, the machine would wander around looking for something that would maybe tell him what this bigass hunk of junk was. He decided to pick up the nearest book, which happened to be a nursery rhyme's book, and gave it a read, stealing a scientist's spectacles to look like he was learnificating. He didn't know if he was, but these rhymes sure were catchy as hell. |
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| Silv™ | Sep 2 2010, 05:21 PM Post #27 |
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Meanwile on the other side of Dystopia, in the central district, Lyle walked with intensity down the crowed streets on 7957th avenue. Cluching Hatred, his trusty primary weapon, in his hands under his jacket, he saw a riot going on near a low class hangout. Guess Kane did his job, Lyle thought to himself. He promised a riot near 7957th, next the Low class hangout. Now i must do mine. Quickening his pace, he spoted a high ranking officer of C.O.P.S commanding an army of men with holographic riot shields. Thats him, Lyle thought, trying to keep his composure. Lieutenant Brackman, the man who personaly executed my family. moments later, he could hear Brackman's clear voice commanding the other members of C.O.P.S. "Keep 'em back, gentlemen! the Firing squad is almost here! We'll stop this untolerated disobedience!" Now only a foot away from him, Lyle began Lt Brackmans execution. "Excuse me, officer!" he called, touching Brackman on the shoulder. Whipping around, his face fulled with frustration. "What do you want you-" Suprized to see him, he asked, "Do i know you from-" "Yeah you do!" Squezing the triger, Hatred fired both rounds into Brackman's stunned face. Flying into the riot, Brackmans body was then beaten to if not already death. Quickly, Lyle played it off like someone else had shot, and ducked with the crowd. In a heartbeat, people began to scream and run away. This was Lyle's exit. Running with the crowd, he put Hatred back into his back pocket. Another succsesful kill, Lyle thought, This will surely hit the news, no doubt. thats one more kill closerr to over throwing this corupt govenment, and one more kill closer to getting Old Faithful back. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 2 2010, 05:29 PM Post #28 |
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"Aaaagh!" The first guy was screaming in fear, still flailing around and firing...At least until he ran out of ammo, but he was too panic-stricken to put in a new clip. The other guy, meanwhile, had opened fire on the dog, suspecting there was something unnatural about it- Hell, it hadn't budged even once his partner had opened fire. What kinda dog doesn't react to that? ... Well, maybe a deaf one, but he wasn't really thinking about that at the moment. --- And so the trio plowed forward through the base, passing dead scientists as they went. "Quite a trail of carnage the assassin has left." Noted the JOAT. "Indeed." Devlinaerus nodded. "He shall be rewarded for his excellent work. As will the two of you, if we succeed." They paused within a fork in the road; it split off into two directions. "Which way, sir?" Inquired the JOAT. "The right. That's the way to the device. Quickly now." Devlinaerus said, taking the lead and charging down the hall, his men following. He was close. He knew it. This mission had gone off without a hitch. Excellent, excellent, excellent. The Gods would be pleased... |
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| The Milkman | Sep 3 2010, 06:15 AM Post #29 |
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Well. This was getting pointless real quick. The machine decided, against his better judgement, to pick up one of them rifles that seemed to be laying about around pools of blood, surrounded by dead people. He wondered what that was all about as he put away the nursery rhymes book (whatever the hell that was doing in a facility) into his coat for safekeeping, as he started to twirl the rifle around by it's butt a number of times before he eventually dropped it, which went off and made some nice holes in the wall a while a way's away. Hm. A bit too loud. The machine stepped on it, destroying the inner mechanisms, then looked around for something else he could do that would be remotely entertaining. Bored. That's what the machine was. Out of his frogging mind. He found some chemicals nearby and decided to mix them all together at once, which made it froth. The machine looked around and carelessly tossed it over his shoulder, about a foot away from the SSI device. He still didn't know what it was, but if he had a guess, it was probably some kind of generator. Then again, he hadn't taken the time to scan it, and probably wasn't going to any time soon. So he decided to find a chair, take off his jacket, and stay a while. Damn thing was dripping wet and he had a children's book in there, you know. Hm. He still had his reconstituted lab coat on, hm? Yeah, that was a bit wet too. Might as well take that off and wring that out. That only left the robot without a shirt, seeing how he's a robot and nobody would give a damn since everyone is dead already. He ran his fingers through his "hair" and shook his head, looking down. There that damn eye was, looking at the scenery, eyelashes the shape of a crown to denote his leadership, golden and pointed. Didn't he lead something? He forgot. Maybe he was just a pawn being played by something much bigger than him...? No, that didn't sound like him. He decided to take someone's lab coat off them, trimming them where necessary so it fit real nice-like, and didn't have any of those pesky sleeves. Okay, it was still wet slightly, but the machine liked blood much better than water. He would soon cover up his chest so nobody was bothered with that damned creepy decal planted squarely on his chest, orange eye looking out into the world, almost as if it was alive. Examining it. The machine had a wild imagination like that. He adjusted the glasses that sat on his face, though they didn't need it and decided to play "Meatsock puppets" with two heads of dead scientists, reenacting the beginning of "The life of Brian". He felt it fitting. It probably is. -------------------------------- Numbers. Now, what was that guy doing again? Oh, yes. Trying to make that one freaking out man's head come off. No amount of yanking or pulling appeared to be doing the trick, so numbers went with the ol' stabby-stabby routine, going for the jugular with his claw-like hands pointed outward. That dog? Yeah. It attacked the other guy, but then it got shot. Like, several times. Kind of eviscerated it's skull, but there wasn't anything in there to begin with. Have fun with your headless dog, which has now attempted to neck-butt you, probably getting ooze everywhere. It wasn't even blood, now. Just some sort of black ichor. |
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| Phoenix-Saturn | Sep 3 2010, 12:11 PM Post #30 |
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Unidentifiable cyberntic ahead. Proceed with caution. Jax had been about to leave when Venia detected something... Unusual, to say the least. A device. Specifically, an SSI device. A black-hole generator. She was going to find it herself. Damn, the whole door was unhinged. Whatever kind of cybernetic was in there was tough. Sadly, there really wasn't much to do... "Venia, Battle Mode." She didn't care if the machine heard her, it didn't matter. Processing... Battle Mode online. Jax was now ready to kick ass. |
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