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Post by knightc3 on Jun 14, 2008 3:01:13 GMT -5
(( Wow, you literally through him out the window. Nice avatar btw )) Kane smiled, Ghost actually sounded frustrated. "Alright, can you have someone, if any are still alive, to meet me in the dock with the stun-gauntlets? I thought I saw a pair eating dust in your armory. I hope they have enough charge to bring him down...I will be there in 6 mins." He paused waiting for a response as he increased his speed. Very soon he had reached the building. Whatever Garm had been doing inside, its effects were quite visible on the building now. He wondered what would happen if he was let loose in the city. He sighed as he entered the dock through the automatic door that closed behind him, and sealed itself. This would in no way be easy, or painless for that matter.
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Post by Crow on Jun 15, 2008 4:18:09 GMT -5
In the meantime, Garm was continuing his rampage, thinking nothing of the control panel he had just thrown a soldier into. Nearby a Cryo chamber hissed open, practically clouding the room in smoke as Garm continued out and on with his path of destruction. As it stomped away, chaingun fire was heard as well as the thud of bodies hitting the floor.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 15, 2008 14:09:36 GMT -5
How long had it been... how many days, months, years had passed? Her mind did not know the answer. What was known, however, was that her prison was no more. Strange it was, though; there had been no orders given to her, no assignments, no nothing of any kind. Perhaps this was another test that they were finally going to give her, so that she could prove to them that she was fixed...
Every test they had put in front of her, she had finished it, exceeding their expectations. She, the one they had come to nickname "the Reaper", had even done several 'hunter' tests with other living subjects, and she slew them without even a hint of mercy. So why... why had they placed her there, in that frozen hell? And why now, after all these years, were they summoning her once more? Perhaps they sought to fix what had gone wrong, with new technology that would make her whole again. Or, perhaps they wished to finally 'dispose' of her, what was surely an ancient relic by now. No... she would not allow that.
As she drew her first breath in over a decade, her lungs stung with immense pain, and she tried to scream. All that came was a raspy cry, like that of the dead, her breath still fuming out cryogenic gases that had kept her in stasis for so long. Her jumpsuit had been striped from her, leaving her exposed to that horrible air that seemed to eat at her skin. Once the pain had ebbed, a single hand grasped the sides of her metal and plastic coffin, then the other following likewise, hoisting her aching body from its hibernation. Pain returned, forcing her to the floor momentarily. Her senses immediately snapped on, overloading her mind with information for several minutes, which took a while to pull together and make logic of it all.
Reaper craned her neck after her mind was organized once more, rolling several joints over and over as she worked out the kinks that knotted within her, scrambling to her feet. That's when she saw the bands, those bands that covered her own weapons... a wicked smile came to her face, remembering how easily she had once torn a wall down with just a few wrist flicks. But did they still work? She planned to test that soon enough, hopefully after she found her jumpsuit, the one that she'd worn through many tests before. Taking to an air vent above, barely caring if she had been seen or not, the Reaper began to make her way through the complex to where her suit had most likely been placed: the armory. And unless the layout had been completely changed on her since she fell asleep, she knew exactly where it was, and exactly how to get there...
*hope this be good enough for a starting post*
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Post by Crow on Jun 15, 2008 15:59:30 GMT -5
At the dock, a soldier waited with all the items that Kane had requested. " I hope you know what you're doing. That thing's a walking tank.....It's headed for entrance two, tearing up anything in it's way. It just passed through the cryo room a moment ago. You may be able to intercept it if you hurry."
As the Reaper moved through the complex, it was completely impossible not to notice the bodies that were simply laying around and riddled with large bullet holes. Distantly it sounded like a war was being waged within the compound, but by all appearances the other side was winning. But as she expected, everything else was in order. There were several dozen lockers labeled from 80 to 110. 110's was smashed open, which was considerable based on the make of the lockers and the titanium that made it and it's reenforcement. But that didn't matter. What did matter is that the security for her locker hadn't changed, allowing an easy recovery.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 15, 2008 19:40:45 GMT -5
Given the circumstances and her knack for crawling, Reaper did occasionally get a peek out from the air vents, observing what little she could see through the nearly opaque cloth seemed more like a slaughter than a war. Some bodies had entire limbs and even heads missing, others were mere lumps of mush and flesh, the bones having been nearly liquefied by the high-velocity impact from high caliber bullets. She decided that meeting this monstrosity of whatever it was would unquestionably be suicide, so she moved on, quiet as a mouse as she moved onwards, level by level.
Eventually, she was right on top of the armory, where her locker sat a good distance away... and a guard between her and her objective. Still, it was incredibly simple; one wire dropped through the vent, snaking itself around until it was directly behind the guard, then with just a few quick motions he was hanging a foot off the ground, blood surging from the slit jugulars as he struggled to get free. Even if he had, he would have died soon enough. Even so, Reaper decided to kill him quickly or the noises he made might attract others to her position; a quick, hard yank on the wire, and the guard's body fell limply to the floor, decapitated, although the head followed soon afterwards.
Quickly cutting a hole, she dropped down, landing in a roll so as not to make too much noise; with all the blood, however, that was difficult, as the floor had quickly become slippery. In a crouched run, she made it to her locker without incident; a quick flick, and the titanium lock was cut in two, the locker opening almost on its own. Walking inside, she shut the door, listening to the deafening click! that followed, telling her that the bolt was in place. There, she would have the privacy to change.
Several minutes later, the locker fell off its hinges, the Reaper emerging in a black, leather-like jumpsuit, perfectly fitting her as if she'd just taken it off yesterday. Added to it was a pair of heavily tinted goggles, which she stole from another locker nearby. As if any of the other experiments would need it like she did, with her extremely sensitive eyes. The mock leather squeaked as she moved, working it into every nook, cranny, and crack of her body until it made noise no more. The suit fit like a well-tailored glove, making anything else mere camouflage rather than actual clothing; in fact, she could wear 'normal' clothes over it, even underwear, and never notice them getting tight. Pockets were numerous, mostly small pouches which were nearly invisible in the smooth outline she made against the wall. Even the wristbands she'd worn had been replaced, unnecessary now that she had the suit.
Letting the wire out that had recently been tainted with blood, she ran her tongue against it, cleaning it off her precious wire. How long had it been since she'd had that tinny taste in her mouth? Much too long, she surmised, looking around and only now noticing the practical lack of guards. The night vision implanted into her eyes was high-tech stuff, and still worked very well, a testament to how expensive she really had been to 'create'. Unfortunately, like much other beta-level projects, it had a flaw; in this case, she couldn't willingly 'turn it off', and therefore had to protect her eyes at all times lest she be blinded by high levels of light.
With her suit in order and no orders whatsoever having been given to her, she was, for the first time since her inception, free. Strapping on combat-issue boots that she'd once again stolen from another locker, she sat a moment. Reaper had never been in such a spot before; there were times when she'd not had anything to do, but even then she was under watch. Now, she was beginning to doubt whether they were looking at her or not. Perhaps they were preoccupied with whatever had laid waste to those soldiers, and not even paying attention to the fact that she had escaped... Even with all the obedience modules pre-programmed into her, she still had some free will, in that she was free to choose how to go about a mission. But how was she to do anything when there was no mission?
And so, she decided upon a rash move; she would do her own mission, lay her own terms down. Yes... that's what she would do. She would do what she wished to do... she would go beyond the forbidden zone, that area stricken from her for whatever reason... Maybe she was destined to go beyond her cage here, that in defying those 'above' her, she would prove to them that she was, truthfully and without doubt, the greatest assassin ever birthed of modern technology.
Gathering what little was left- apparently many had come through here and taken most of what was good- she found a Beretta M9A1, some tools, and a flint lighter. The only reason for bringing a weapon was that it was available, and could be necessary for a target outside her range. A dual holster was jacked out of a guard's locker, designed for quick drawing and re-holstering from the back. Two more 15-round clips, and she left, having secured everything for maximum stealth and reach; her first major live-subject test had been weapons training, and she hadn't forgotten how that had nearly ended with her death. Literally strutting out the door, it seemed there was no one there to stop Reaper at the moment, so she took to a leasurly pace, still keeping her senses sharp just in case a straggler came after her.
Tonight could be fun, she thought to herself as she walked down the hall, heading to the elevator that would lead her almost directly to the outside world...
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Post by knightc3 on Jun 15, 2008 21:32:23 GMT -5
He started stripping himself of his guns, namely the automatic and the holsters holding the two Desert Eagles. He put them in a compartment in his ATV and locked it. As he strapped the simple guantlets on his hand with the help of the soldier, he smiled at the confusing look on his face, and the obvious question that followed, "You are not taking the guns? Just... this?" He looked at the guantlets and powered them up to full charge, dropping his hands to his sides before speaking, "They don't seem to be working well against Garm, and they will just slow me down. Alright, come along, I will give you a show and a story thats gonna get you some free beers at the bar..." Actually he needed the man for another purpose.
He reached the door that would open in the large hallway somewhere in between Garm and the large docking door of the entrance. By the looks of the one he entered through earlier, Garm could very well just kick it down. "Alright, this is what you are gonna do, when I give the signal, you are gonna run across into the hallway and get yourself into another somewhere to your right. Garm is to our left right now and he would probably not follow you but might take a shot at you. Just get out of reach, thats all. If you don't do this, I will definitely kill you. So as I see it you have a chance of survival out there, in here you die for sure."
He heard the lift move deep in the hallway behind him and turned to see someone standing there. That had to be another experiment, he thought. He opened his comm to Ghost and spoke, "I am about to engage Garm, you have an experiment loose, lift near armory." He cut the comm when bullets riddled the door in front of him and he saw blood come in through the holes. He nodded at the soldier, "Thats your signal, good luck... GO!", he said calmly shouting the last word.
The man ran out like a streaker in a stadium and kept running, good. Within a second, Garm had him in his sights and he let loose a volley. As soon as the sound stopped, Kane was out running towards Garm. He judged by the distance between them that he could probably reach his 'brother' and hence get out of reach of the chaingun.
He had absolutely no plan on how to fight when he got close, all he knew was what he was supposed to do. Usually in fights especially close-combat, if you planned something, you could throw it out the window as soon as you reach your opponent because you could never factor in how your opponent would react.
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Post by Crow on Jun 15, 2008 22:59:12 GMT -5
The brute of an experiment fired off several shots after the man got out of sight, frustration at the miss mostly. This was one of the only things in the building that had gotten away once he got it in his sights. Garm grunted when he felt something hit him from the side, and felt the electricity as it sparked off his armor. He quickly turned and attempted to clothesline the smaller opponent. It was obviously dodged, as Garm isn't the fastest of opponents.
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Post by knightc3 on Jun 15, 2008 23:57:33 GMT -5
Garm didn't look in his direction for another two seconds which was all he needed. He slammed his shoulder into the large man's waist and almost bounched off. Thankfully he landed on his feet and was able to avoid the destructive swing that came his way. So the armor was shock proof but he had expected as much. He took hold off the massive chaingun with both his hands and smashed his metallic knee into the barrel. There was a considerable dent made in the barrel as it got sandwiched between the knee and the wall to the side.
Stage one was complete, at least if he failed, which also meant he would be dead, his long range attack capacity was crippled. He had to find an open spot that could give his guantlets room to touch the skin so the shock would pass through. But as he was busy with the gun, he couldn't really watch Garm's other hand.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 16, 2008 0:07:11 GMT -5
*knight: "Reaper" isn't a class name; its the personal nickname given to her. just thought i'd nitpick about that...*
The door slid closed behind Reaper, and she relaxed a bit. At least until she heard the gunfire, audible even from where she was as if it were right next to her. It made her jump a bit, but she soon recovered; about then, the elevator came to an abrupt stop. Things were getting hectic, and fast.
Trying the trap door overhead, she forced it open just as the elevator started moving again... in the wrong direction. Leaping out quickly, she grabbed hold of a cable overhead, gripping hard as her free hand used its wire to slice the cable neatly in two, sending her hurtling up the flights, upon which she released once the right floor (or near enough to it) was reached. Forcing the door open ever so slightly, she spied an empty hallway with only two cameras; one directly above her, and the other down the hall. The first was easily disabled with a quick slip of her wire razors, while the other would require her to get closer, which wouldn't be much more difficult, in all actuality...
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Post by Crow on Jun 16, 2008 16:52:39 GMT -5
Garm's other hand got a hold on Kane's head. He soon found himself flying down the hall as the thing looked down at it's chaingun. It growled and dropped it before charging forward, trying to tackle the man into the wall and through it with all the force of a train wreck. Things were bound to get messy even if he dodged.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 16, 2008 17:23:05 GMT -5
*nw (: *
She'd way overshot with the elevator quite a ways, and most likely they knew she was free by now. Reaper scanned the map, and found that she was twelve floors above street level. Accessing a nearby computer, she found that the floor had been put on lockdown; not that it mattered much, but Red Corps. security was becoming an annoyance...
From outside the building, it looked as if a ten-foot-by-ten-foot section of the wall just fell from the Corporation's shining tower to the street below, dropping a hundred and y feet before thumping to the ground below, shattering flatly on impact with the ground while flattening a rather expensive Mercedes-Benz beneath its weight. A lone female figure stood in the shadows of the structure inside, then dropped straight out, her body somehow slowed by an invisible force. In truth, Reaper was using her wires as a parachute of sorts to make her twelve-story-drop more comfortable than many broken bones and possibly a compound fracture or two.
About three stories up, she whipped the wires about, capturing one each on perpendicular street lights, swinging about like an acrobat several times just inches from the ground before retracting the paper-thin wires while in mid-air, landing gracefully on another street light across the street as the two others behind her fell to the ground, their necks severed and the lights inside them shattered across the ground upon impact. It was showy, but she felt a bit impressed with her near-perfect calculations; the vehicle had been a minor oversight on her part, but it didn't hurt the presentation any. Sliding down the pole like a graceful dancer, she looked about, and with no foreseeable witnesses, she strutted gracefully off, her stomach screaming at her to find a meal at this time of night...
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Post by knightc3 on Jun 16, 2008 21:06:46 GMT -5
Kane knew he was screwed the moment he lost his footing off the ground. Next thing he remembers was he was a dozen feet away from Garm with his head hurting like a car had just slammed into it. He had been lifted a couple of feet off the ground with that blow when he had been hurled into the opposite wall. His body slipped out of the damage to the wall behind him and his feet touched the ground.
He looked up to see Garm's massive torso only about 2 feet away. The blow had knocked the wind out of him and was still dazed. He tried to move out of the way, by dropping to his right knee and trying to slip out to the side. He had just about got his shoulder out of the way when he felt so much pain in his left forearm that he didn't have to see to guess what had happened. His hand had taken the blow when Garm had slammed his shoulder followed by the rest of his body into the wall.
He had one chance to finish this over be beaten to pulp, literally. Before Garm could dislodge himself from the wall, Kane slammed his fist in his opponent's face and then reached down between the small gap that had been created between the plates on his neck and the chin. Kane's face was contorted in an expression of pain but also concentration as he just about got two fingers in and quickly let loose all the charge between them into his neck.
There was a violent shake from Garm that dislodged Kane from him and slammed him into the wall. He was holding onto his arm, or what was left of it anyway, and fell to his side as Garm seem to be shutting off, for now.
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Post by Crow on Jun 16, 2008 21:36:42 GMT -5
A team of black ops immediately rushed into the room, replacing Garm's helmet. They dragged it out of the wall's remains to lay on it's back. All they had to do was wait for him to snap out of the shock and he could walk himself away, rather than being hauled out with a forklift. A team of medics had soon arrived to tend to Kane and rushed him to a medical bay. They injected him with several types of medicine, and gave his left arm about three weeks to fully recover. Ghost himself made an appearance as well. "The money was transferred to your account, and Garm has returned to our control. We are also aware of 89, who seems to have escaped during the chaos. We still have her records on sight, so she's a very minor problem at the time. If you can, continue your hunt for 110. By the way, any progress on finding him?"
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Post by knightc3 on Jun 16, 2008 22:12:05 GMT -5
He checked his bandaged arm and then smiled as Ghost showed up, "Can't you keep anything locked up? No, I have nothing on 110. I might have if I wasn't called back to get my arm sandwiched. Can't you just replace it with a cybernetic one? It not like I would be able to use it now for much seeing how week the bone structure would be once it heals. Besides, if you expect me to roam around tracking 110 like this, I think you should start making preparations for my cremation or burial, whichever you are in a mood for."
"Thanks for the quick transfer. Should I be getting a profile of 89 as well, seeing there is a chance I might run into her?", he asked Ghost as an after thought. He was surprised he didn't have brain damage from that hit. He guessed he was just lucky this time. He should really have asked Ghost to wipe Garm's memory of this encounter because from what he knew of himself, Garm wouldn't take a humiliating defeat like this very well and this might make the control over him a bit more difficult but he believed Ghost would know this already. If not, it was gonna be their funerals anyway.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 18, 2008 4:07:26 GMT -5
*were you all waiting on me? aww, how cute >w<*
Having stolen a box of donuts off an unsuspecting police officer with his windows down, and drank from the river that ran nearby, Reaper had contented herself for the time being. Since it seemed like a good deal of the town was on alert, she'd decided early on that attracting too much attention to herself was a bad idea. As she broke into an abandoned apartment to hide for the day, Reaper sensed something... odd. It wasn't human, but it was close, or had been at some point. Her sense of smell was better than a bloodhound's, and as she scanned the night, trying to find the source, her mind was desperately trying to filter out the hundreds, if not thousands, of others that she was getting simultaneously.
But it seemed to be everywhere, and at the moment, she couldn't pinpoint it with all of everything else she was trying to straighten out, so she decided not to worry about it. Morning was still a ways off, if the clock she'd passed on the way out was any indication, but she needed real rest, if her training was correct. Coming out of cryo so violently would have adverse effects upon her body later, and sleep was the best way to dampen those ill symptoms. Leaning herself a ways away from the broken window, she tried to get some sleep for the moment, even though her system was cocked full of sugar...
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