Jet Force Requiem (IC)

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

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Claire smiles as she sees Susanne. "Nice to see you again." she says to her. She walks over to Suzy. "So is the rest of the gang here too?" she asks as she stands in front of her. "Well. Answer that question while we're walking. I don't want to stay here any longer. " Claire says as she waits for Susanne to show her the way out.

[daxtinator396]

Dax`s anger flares and he wants to do nothing more than rip the two drones apart. Those bastards! How dare they do that to women and Neko women too! They would pay for their transgressions. With their lives. He senses the opputunity presented to him and took it. He sneaks up behind them and fires to quiet bursts into them from behind hoping to take them out before they could attack.

[Reaver]

Emile grumbles it wasn't his fault they make shit super big before he puts the seatbelt on. "The Odysseus Space colony? Give me more info on it I want to be prepared for when they try hauling my ass off for being a privateer." Ah the Feds they give good money but don't know how to treat their employees.

[napsii]

November braced against the wall, her muscles straining with effort to defeat the impact of hitting the wall. The sandy stone cracked as she flew into it, a hand reaching out to absorb the shock, along with her feet. She kept a deathly glare trained on Alcor as she hung there against the wall, before gently pushing off, leaving broken rubble leaking from the cave wall as she settled back into a combat stance. The impact would have fazed her, had she been a weaker person, but November -- being wired with nanomachinery, cybernetic augmentations and bred for strength through genetic engineering -- saw the otherwise fatal strike as...a nuisance.

She narrowed her eyes at his sexual comment. That was not a sign of professionalism at all, and lent more toward Alcor being a rogue or mercenary of some type. Ex-military, perhaps. She noted Juno taking a hit, and paused, just for a sliver of a second, to get a better handle on Alcor's follow up. It was rather arrogant of him, she thought, to assume her down and out, but she met him head on. Crouching, she sprung forward with stunning leg strength into the air, seeming intent on meeting Alcor toe to toe as she flew with sword in hand toward him. Just as she would have prepped her blade for a crosswise slash, however, she tucked the blade back and spun, somersaulting theatrically over Alcor's head and outstretched foot only to unreel as soon as she passed him, twisting round mid air to deliver a heavy, crosswise slash at his back before she let gravity take her back down to earth. Her foe's awkward choice of move and the nature of aerial battles would make countering her strike -- which on account of Freyja's technology, which could cut through most personal armor like butter -- difficult.

[Reapergod36]

Mother will be at ease now. But why the goddess takes such an interest in me. Does not put me at ease..... Never the less, she will have her blood and her chaos she so desires.
Rava thought as he ventured forth past his guards. "Let us try to get moving, the drones will not wait in their dirt hovels forever."

[Angel_Slayer_Alcatraz]

"Thank you for the complements but we still have problems"
She booked it down the stairs and takes cover near the Jet force woman

[Icaelus]

"Shitshitshitshit!"
Alma didn't bother saving her breath as she ran at full speed, weaving around the rubble that threatened to conk her on the head as she rain. Light was approaching..and as she reached the end, she dived through the entrance of the mine just as it caved in on itself. Wow. Close or what?
"Never again. My god.."
Alma sighed in relief as she picked herself off the grass. The Kinetic Pulse Baton was still secure in her belt. Lucky. She'll be getting her pay, then!
"A hot spring sounds really good right about now.."
The mercenary glanced up at the monitor, noting her dusty appearance. Yuck. The VIP discount prices didn't hurt too, of course!

[Zender_Solarheart]

<<November. Planet Cerulean.>>

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Swift, surprising, and aimed for a clear opening. A truly impressive attack, for certain. Against any normal opponent, this would ensure your victory here and now…

…but Alcor is far from normal.

Just before your strike passes through the reach of his arms, Alcor suddenly spins around mid-air, propelled by what could only be some mysterious inertial device, and sends the boot he would’ve axe-kicked you with down onto the blade’s flat side, pushing it down and away from his body. On reflex, you bring your other blade to bear up high, and he deflects it with a well-placed knuckle to its flat, as well. For about 2 full seconds, you and him appear to juggle each other with a flurry of rapid strikes and deflections…

…but Alcor eventually makes a brief error in timing, causing the blade in your right hand to cut a long gash across his chest-plate. In terms of damage on the actual skin, the most you can actually land is a shallow cut on his left pectoral region, but that alone seems to surprise him, causing him to kick you away by the abdominals, a region that you seemed to neglect while dealing with the airborne flurry of blows. The impact itself is rather painful, despite it being more of an evasive maneuver than an actual attack.

To your advantage, Alcor seems unable to do much right now except try to catch his breath, and glare at you with a crooked smile playing through the wince of pain. It seems now’s your best chance to end this skirmish…

<Alcor>
Condition: Struggling.
Status: Taking a breather.

<Nov>
Condition: Moderate.
Status: A tad short on breath after her DBZ-style aerial clash with Alcor.

<Juno>
Condition: Struggling.
Status: Taking a breather of his own; seems that blast from Al hurt more than he thought…

(extra note: the clash in this post is an implementation of a special mechanic in this RP. I’ll discuss it in more detail over in the OOC thread.)

<<Emile. Hyperspace.>>

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No sooner than you buckle up, the ship’s interior hums with the sound of the hyperdrive starting up, followed shortly by the jump itself. While you cling…err, “lounge” in your seat, Cortana pulls up data on the Odysseus station: “Odysseus is primarily a trading colony, but information is one product they accept, if you know where to look. I think the Federation will have somewhere that you can report your findings at.” Well, that’s good.

About 3 or 4 minutes into the hyper-jump, Cortana gives you another message: “Inertial stabilizers adjusted, Captain. You’re free to move around for now, if you wish.” Come to think of it, you are a tad thirsty after that hair-raising experience back on the abandoned station, and the fridge over to your left has a few cans of Dubweiser beer in it…

<<Alma. Rith Essa Hot Spring.>>

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Upon arriving at the hot spring resort, the first thing you find of particular note is the rather obvious variety of folks that attend it. Most of them are either old men, or young and well-built women, though you can see a few more youthful guys in the lot. Geez, it’s almost like what you’d expect from a typical hot spring in an anime…

…but enough about that. You have some signing in to do. “My my, seems like you’ve had quite the day, young miss.” The clerk almost immediately notes your rather dusty condition in his light British accent, though obviously not knowing anything about the mine trek. “So, I take it you heard about our VIP offer, yes?”

<<Earth ITS convention.>>

<Lilia>

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“Copy that, Orion. Analyzing visual…” VSD Pallas pauses for a moment, then adds: “He isn’t one of ours. Fire a warning shot in front of him. If he keeps going, then blow his brains out.” However, by the time you can re-train your sights in front of the unknown, he suddenly vanishes from your vision, not even with the same orange flash as the Shinobi Drone. Soon after, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and when you turn around…

“Hello there, mongrel tart.”

The gold-armored individual is perched right next to you, and promptly pins you to the rooftop with his right foot on your stomach. He then pulls out what looks like a rapier hilt, which projects a thin energy beam for its blade, then holds its tip near the left side of your throat. While not close enough to actually burn you, you can both see the scorch mark in the rooftop next to you, and feel emanations of heat from the blade itself. For a moment, the air seems morbidly silent, even with the distant sounds of the convention center’s skirmishes ringing through it…and just when the frightening thoughts of certain death start to sink in…

…the gold-suited guy slowly lifts the blade away from your neck, with a vain smile just barely visible through his visor. He lets out an arrogant huff, and mocks you with a short, fittingly-arrogant statement: “My blade is wasted upon a feeble worm like you.”

Turning his back on you, the golden prick vanishes again, revealing another 2 Shinobi Drones poised to attack…aww crap.

<Aigis>

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You make it down the stairs and into cover with no trouble, though a stray blast from one of the Drone’s weapons did get a tad closer than you would’ve liked. “You don’t look like a merc, little missy.” The Jet Force woman comments, then pops up to drop a few Soldier Drones with her Pistol, and back down. “Got a name?”

Meanwhile, the man taking cover off to the side peppers at a Stag Drone with an Auto-Rifle burst, which is soon followed by the “thud” of a large object hitting the ground. “That’s one down!” He calls over to the woman next to you, who simply gives him a thumbs-up gesture in response. It seems like your two new buddies are holding their own pretty well.

--Battle Stats—
<Aigis>
Condition: Nominal.
Status: In cover.

<Jet Force Woman>
Condition: Healthy.
Status: Same as before.

<Jet Force Man.>
Condition: Healthy.
Status: Same as before.

<<Mia. Sekhmet Battleship. Your personal quarters.>>

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The delivery Drone complies, setting the package down in front of you. “Now then, I have some files to bring to Engineering. Enjoy whatever the High Commander gave you.” With that said, the Drone heads off on his way, leaving you and the package alone.

The package itself isn’t that big; about the size of a small microwave, in terms of just the box. When you open it, however, you find a comm-link headset under a lot of protective padding. No sooner than you uncover it, the headset starts to buzz and vibrate, and the sides light up with a cyan-blue color. It seems somebody wants to chat with you, though heaven knows why they didn’t just contact you through the ship’s instant-messaging services…or just meet you in-person, for that matter…

<<Dax Sierra. Goldwood Tribal Village.>>

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Your first burst catches the first Rhino Drone completely unawares, peppering a few good holes in his head. The second goes down quickly too, but unluckily for you, his dying motions include him inadvertently squeezing the trigger on his Blaster Rifle, causing the high-pitched “pew pew” sound of a few shots echo throughout the cave.

Naturally, there just had to be a few Deflector Drones in an adjacent tunnel, and they promptly run in on hearing the shots fired. Though, just as they enter the room...
(BGM: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YasDj1b0354)
...a silver-colored Drone appears in front of them in a flash of orange light, halting them with a gesture of his right arm. It seems he wants first dibs on you…and for whatever reason, the other Drones oblige.

Come to think of it, you’ve heard rumors about this silver-colored variety. They’re known as “Shinobi Drones,” and specialize in ambushes and close-quarters engagements. Typical equipment types they’re known to carry are electro-shock throwing knives, wrist-mounted bayonets, and a highly advanced fusion of a cloaking and teleportation device. On top of that, even if you drop him, you’ll still have those Deflector Drones to deal with. He seems to be letting you make the first move…so, what’s it gonna be?

<<Claire Jones. Tartarus Prison.>>

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(Really? No pic? Dammit. Okay then, search for “Seras Victoria” on Google Images, and imagine her, but with the aforementioned auto-pistols.)

Suzy motions for you to follow her, and it seems speed would be a good asset to keep in mind; slowly but steadily, more guards are breaking away from the riot to investigate your area, and there’s a lone woman who seems to be leading them right towards you, though you can’t tell whether that’s actually her intent. “Dammit…” Suzy curses, then contacts Leon on her comm link as you two make tracks:

“Yo Leo, we need that evac route open ASAP. Open cell blocks T through X, see if that’ll buy us some time…yes, we’re being pursued! It’s a fuckin’ prison, why wouldn’t we have guards on our heels?!...and you didn’t have to play Kill Bill on the speakers, but you wanted to… -tch- Fine, fine. Suzy out.”

As Suzy leads you down the next turn, another woman steps into your path…and you recognize her. It’s Nev, and she seems to have pilfered an assault rifle from God knows where before bumping into you two. “Oh hey, Claire. Fancy you having friends like her, eh?” she remarks, then turns to gun down a few guards that were tailing her. “And you are?” Suzy asks, to which Nev replies: “The name’s Nevada Revienne, but you can call me Nev. I was also a former Jet Force operative, until some asshole higher up framed me. Now could we please get moving?”

<<Ravasaadi Zaash'n. Deep Space, ambush point for the Sekhmet.>>

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“Affirmative, your Excellency.” The guard captain replied to you, and you headed back to your home planet to prepare battle strategies. However, that was yesterday.

Today, you lie in wait for the Omnis’ infamous Sekhmet battleship, inside a nebula near its predicted travel path. The weaponry found on that ship’s list of armaments is largely energy-based, such as mega-particle artillery, and various point-defense plasma turrets. This was done due to how the Federation’s astro-naval technology is poorly-made to resist such weapons, but your own race’s resistance to energy weapons gives you an edge in that department. The main problem, however, lies in the ship’s onboard transfer gateways, through which countless Drones can be warped in from their barracks and training facilities on the Spawnship as backup troops. Add to that the fact that a dizzying 500 vessel-defense fighters are housed in the hangars, and it’s clear that this could become an uphill battle if not executed properly.

Thankfully, you still have some time before the Sekhmet itself warps in, giving you ample opportunity to organize battle formations and review strategy, if you so choose.

[MiscChaos]

Just when she’s about to take her warning shot, the golden boy disappears. Then reappears with his foot in her gut and a blade near her throat, making her sit absolutely still to prevent getting dead. This is the closest she’s ever come to death and, frankly, it scares the shit out of her.
’Is this it? I’m done for! I’m definitely done for! I’m dead on a damn rooftop with this Golden Tart!’ It’s thoughts like that that orbit her head until, finally, the asshole moves his blade away with that infuriating smile on his face.

”My blade is wasted upon a feeble worm like you.”
Those words take her fear of death and turn them into unimaginable fury. Before she can shout and the man to go fuck himself in the ass with something long and sandpaper-like, he disappears again, leaving her with her rage. Luckily, catharsis comes in the form of two Shinobi Drones. Getting to her feet, she readies her Shock Dagger. “Come and get it, assholes.” She growls, waiting for them to make a move and make her day.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire shrugs. "So I'm assuming you want to leave with us? That's fine. I don't care. Just tired of this place. " she says to Nev. She continues walking down the path. "God damn it Leo. If you're going to play a song to cue my escape, at least make it a good one." she says quietly. Claire stops walking and stands there. She taps her thigh rhythmically. "Come on Leo... Need to get out of here." she says.

[Lady Foxy]

Alitzah gently waved at the delivery Drone in a farewell motion, locking the door leading into her quarters as all of the security on it would begin to swap in place. Seeing the rather small package, she opened it only to find a comm-link headset under indeed, quite a bit of protective padding. Seems like someone really wanted to speak to her. With a little cute and girlish gasp escaping her mouth, she held the headset almost fearfully with her hands as it began to buzz and vibrate, the sides of it lighting up with a mix of a cyan-blue color. Huh, she barely touched the headset and that someone is already trying to contact her!

Having a short inhale of air and exhaling it afterwards, breathing calmly before putting the headset around her head, tapping the little spot where it seemed that she could begin speaking. Could it be the High Commander already..?

''T-This is Alitzah'Mia Vas Sekhmet speaking, who am I being contacted by..?'' Alitzah gently but firmly spoke out, standing up and checking the box for any extra contents, dumping them on a the kitchen table if there were any. If there weren't, she would have sent the box down the chute leading into the recycling room.

After doing so, she walked towards her personal lab, waiting a response with slight feelings of being nervous.

[daxtinator396]

Dax grinned as the first drone fell and then the second fell as well but ended up firing off a burst into the ceiling and the shot brought down a squad of Drones on him,"Fuck." He whispers not wanting to draw to much attention to himself and here it is! Damn it!" He thought as he cluthced his SMG ready to fire when a Shinobi Drone entered the fray and he looked like he wanted Dax all to himself. He gladly obliged. Two stealthy creatures duking it out for supremacy. One relying on fancy gadgets and the other relying only on his body."You bastards are going to pay. All of you. Your next." He said pointing at the Deflector Drones. He holsters his SMG and draws two of his knives holding them in a backwards grip and he looked at the drone,"Lets dance. With honor. Surely you worms have a little." He said with malice as he charged towards the Shinobi aiming for theShinobi`s stealth and teleprtation systems. He couldn`t have his enemy dancing around him like that now could he?

[Icaelus]

Alma tried to dust herself off as she walked to the hot springs, trying to clean herself up as much as possible before the bath. People didn't take too kindly to other people dirtying the baths. And she was trying to be somewhat..considerate, maybe? She soon arrived at the resort and glanced around at the place. So many people.. Well, time to sign herself in.
The clerk immediately commented as soon as she stepped up to the counter and Alma grinned sheepishly at him.
"Yeah. You probably wouldn't believe it. And yeah. I'm here about the VIP offer.."
Alma glanced down at her dusty clothing. VIP, her? Sureee...

[napsii]

November's heels ground into the sand as she skidded to a halt on the ground about ten yards from her aerial duel, hunched over low with Freyja held close in a defensive posture. Her vision swam but lightly from that boot to the chest. Due to her elementary armor, it had her heeling but slightly, though she collected herself fast enough to return Alcor's canted smirk with a hard look of her own. She exhaled audibly, exuding confidence even after all this time. Whether it was the nanomachines in her blood, gentle pulses from her neural regulator keeping her in check, the genetic engineering or the years of harsh training coming back to serve her, the young woman's posture never shook through the heat of gunfire, clashing blades or loud explosions.

But Alcor -- perhaps because he had a mind of his own, unlike a bullet or a bomb -- for a time had her strung out.

She felt the tension in the air as they stared down each other, for just a split second, in an invisible duel. No matter if he had pride clouding his vision or not, Alcor knew he was at the disadvantage -- she saw it in his eyes. An uncommon instinct held only by fighters of their caliber.

As was expected, she didn't waste time. Without the excited sand having settled, she propelled forward with two fingertips pressed to the bloodied tip of Freyja, which was held parallel to her arm. Her steps were long but rapid, making her look like a watercolor blur as she closed the distance with lightning speed, lunging off the ground with a single foot to shift her body weight forward as she thrust her blade out toward his chest area, once he sat within sword's length. A deadly momentum was behind her attack that even to the limber Alcor would prove hard to defeat.

[Laughing Hyena]

Ryan locks, and loads the rifle and then keeps himself looking down the iron sights of the rifle. His fortune or lack thereof was not in question. The only thoughts going through his mind was to take him out. Using burst fire and taking quick breaths in between to keep his aim, he makes certain he does not hit his fellow Jet Force officers in his squad. His aim was for the central mass in order to slow down the bug and then follow through in order to dispatch his enemy. Hopefully he manages to take this sucker down. By now his fellow operatives should be in the middle of helping as well since this Drone wasn't in close range and as such could be fired upon without worry of striking a team member so long as they took care not to blindly shoot.

--Battle Stats—
<Ryan>
Condition: Moderate. Armor at 95%.
Status: Dizzy from heavy blunt force. Aim is hindered.

<Shinobi Drone>
Condition: Healthy.
Status: Closing in with throwing knives.

[Angel_Slayer_Alcatraz]

"My Name is Aigis, I am a Self-aware combat android, who just happened to be here, and would like to provide assistance"
She said with her monotone-esqe voice as she peeked over cover
"An officer asked me to help secure the first floor"

[Zender_Solarheart]

<<November. Planet Cerulean.>>

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As you close in for the kill, your victory seems 100% certain, even against the swift and deadly enemy you’ve been fighting thus far. However, the moment your blade thrusts forward…

Alcor’s armor-suit suddenly glows brighter across the red-lit “seams,” and he appears to get even more nimble. He weaves to your left, dodging your thrust completely, and by the time you can swing your blade to the side to strike his head, he’s ducked down behind you, takes the dropped sheath from one of your earlier attacks – which just so happened to be nearby – and promptly slams it hard into the back of your spine. The sudden surge of pain wreaks havoc on your neural regulators, causing a scrambled signal that temporarily paralyzes your ability to move. Your eyes still work just fine, however, leaving you in a state of conscious helplessness, as Alcor ponders on what to do with you.

“You really are something else, missy…it’s far more fun to use a little minx like you, when I have to work for it. Still, ‘business before pleasure,’ so I guess I should- “

Alcor is suddenly cut off mid-sentence by a fully-charged Plasma Shotgun blast in the back, fired from Juno. He remains alive and standing, apparently due to energy shielding reducing the blast’s power, but it does imprint some visible heat-scarring on his armor, and singes his back in the spots where the plating was melted through. “ARGH! You little…” He curses the cheap shot, but his stamina is just about spent; further attempts to attack would likely be rendered useless as a result. “Tch…fine then. I’ll just let the reinforcements finish you off…”

With an irritated expression visible through his visor, Alcor warps out in a pulse of black energy, and leaves you and Juno alone for now. Speaking of Juno, he’s now walking over to you, and saying: “Well, that was close. Though, it sounds like we’re going to have company soon…and you don’t look too battle-capable right now, so let me take care of that. You just take some time to recuperate, Miss…sorry, what was your name?”

<November>
Condition: Immobilized.
Status: Currently unable to fight. Auto-recovery system working; progress at 33%.

<Juno>
Condition: Recovering.
Status: Tired, but the opportunity to recuperate should help him hold the position.

<<Alma. Rith Essa Hot Spring.>>

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“Ah yes, I thought so. That’ll be 200 credits.” Despite the sound of the number 200, that’s actually a great deal; normally, ritzy springs like this charge 800 credits per person, and that’s just for the standard package. Thankfully, you brought your pocketbook with you, so you swipe your credit card in his machine (you can RP that bit as you wish), and head over to the changing rooms. It’s customary to wear a towel in the open-air springs, after all.

<<Lilia, Ryan, and Aigis. Earth ITS convention.>>

<Lilia>

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Just as the Shinobi Drones are about to make a move of their own, they’re suddenly halted in their tracks by a new voice saying: “Stand aside, guys. We shall handle this.” Surprisingly, the Shinobi Drones do as that voice ordered, and you quickly see who gave that order…

Five differently-colored Drones suddenly drop out of the sky, their landing softened by thrusters on their boots. Their colors are as follows: red, green, blue, orange, and white. In that order, they then start sounding off:

“Forged in volcanic fire, Ruby!”
“Sent down from the thundering heavens, Emerald!”
“Shaped in the ocean’s depths, Sapphire!”
“Purified from the desert sands, Topaz!”
“Dazzling with serene light, Diamond!”

“And together, we are…” The 5 Drones stand side-by-side, and strike an X-shaped pose…

“Drone special forces…BEETLE BRIGADIERS X!!”

…wow…what the hell are these guys on? “In the name of Omnis Domina, prepare to be destroyed!” Guess that can be pondered on later, then…

Meanwhile, you get a text message from the VSD: “Back-up is on the way. Stall them until it gets there.”

<Ryan>

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Firing at the chest for a stagger-and-kill tactic is pretty solid, generally speaking. However, this is a Shinobi Drone you’re battling here, and a good one at that; standard tactics only go so far. Your first burst is dodged by the Shinobi Drone warping past them and up above you. By the time you can line up for the second burst, his right hand is already descending towards your face with blinding speed, the throwing knives intended to be used like a set of vicious claw-nails…

…but the would-be-fatal blow never comes. Instead, the Shinobi Drone is cast off to your right in mid-air, by a shot from Jayson’s Auto-Rifle impacting his head. It seems that gum was actually good for something after all, as when you crashed into them, it got his attention, prompting him to provide cover-fire. “You alright Ryan?” he asks you, while giving you an adrenaline shot to help you back to your feet. Thankfully, the needles on those shots are thin enough to be completely painless with today’s technology…

…which is a good thing, because there’s an easy-to-spot, golden-colored blur on the horizon. Whatever that is, it doesn’t look friendly…and seeing how the nearby Drones that also spot it start chuckling maliciously…yeah, not a good sign. Better brace yourself for the worst…

--Battle Stats—
<Ryan>
Condition: Healthy. Armor at 95%.
Status: Doped up on adrenaline. Mobility and accuracy increased.

<Shinobi Drone>
Condition: Dead.

<Aigis>

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”Aigis, huh? Nice to meet you. I’m Ginny, and that guy over there’s Greg.” Ginny gestures to Greg, who just dropped the last Stag Drone at the break-in point. While they’re not technically required to do so, Jet Force operatives generally avoid giving out names unless necessary, which makes these two a rather…special case, for whatever reason.

“Uhh, Ginny…we’ve got trouble…” Greg chimes in, with a nervous look on his face. “What do you mean, troub- “ Ginny doesn’t get to finish her sentence, as the light-blue propulsion trail of a Fusion Rocket streaks past, and blasts a large hole in the escalator set you came down here from. Damn…that’s gonna make getting back upstairs a pain in the ass…

Speaking of pains in the ass, you’ve got one on your hands right now: a hulking Cyborg Drone filling in for the Stag Drones, to be specific. In terms of the larger-bodied Drones, Cyborg Drones are by far the most dangerous. They all carry a highly destructive Fusion Rocket Launcher, grafted into their cybernetic right arm, and with half of their bodies covered in thick, bullet-proof metal, anything short of anti-tank weapons will take a while to drop them with. “Okay…new plan…SCATTER!” Ginny shouts, leaping out of her low-level cover spot and over to the adjacent wall, while taking a few Pistol pot-shots at the Cyborg Drone’s face mid-jump, apparently aiming to hinder its vision. Good thing, too; it draws the thing’s attention to her, and allows you an opportunity to get your own ass to a more secure spot. The boxes you’re currently ducked behind won’t last against that Drone’s powerful weaponry…

--Battle Stats—
<Aigis>
Condition: Nominal.
Status: In danger of a quite messy demise, if she doesn’t move her ass.

<Ginny>
Condition: Healthy.
Status: Shoot-dodging at the Cyborg Drone.

<Greg>
Condition: Healthy.
Status: Providing cover-fire for you and Ginny.

<Cyborg Drone>
Condition: Nominal.
Status: Currently distracted by Ginny's shoot-dodging fire.

<<Mia. Sekhmet Battleship. Your personal laboratory.>>

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No sooner than when you step back towards your lab, the comm link feeds you an audio response: “Someone who wants to save your life, that’s who. I can’t explain it all right now, but…just listen to me.” You don’t immediately recognize the voice, but he does sound slightly familiar. You can tell he’s Quarian, for sure.

“The Sekhmet is moving right into a pair of traps, set by two different attackers. If you stay onboard, they’ll tear the ship apart, and you along with it. If you want to live, then follow my directions to the letter. If it’s of any incentive, I know the truth behind your people’s demise.” You still don’t know exactly who this is, but he speaks with a tone of sincerity and experience; it would be wise to follow his instructions.

“First thing’s first, pack up anything you might need for the next two days. Clothes, snacks, and such. Don’t pack too heavy, though.”

<<Dax Sierra. Goldwood Slaver Hideout.>>

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Maybe you forgot in the heat of anger, but Drones don’t give a rat’s ass about honor; the only things that matter to them are skill in battle, and the results of one’s actions. As badass as you may appear right now, you just played straight into the Shinobi Drone’s hand. As if to taunt you, he waits until your knife is just about to strike his gear, then warps behind you, and backhands you across the left side of your face, sending you staggering back about 4 feet. Damn, he hits hard…

The Deflector Drones watching cackle mockingly as the Shinobi Drone effectively pimp-smacks you, clearly enjoying the little show. Might want to step up your game, ace…

<Dax>
Condition: Healthy.
Status: Staggered by the Drone’s strong pimp-hand, but still able to fight optimally.

<Shinobi Drone>
Condition: Nominal.
Status: Just reached back like a pimp, and slapped you like a ho.

<<Claire Jones. Tartarus Prison.>>

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A stun-gun bolt whizzes past your ear the moment you stop, causing Nev to aim over your shoulder and gun down the guard who shot at you. “Don’t stop, dammit, keep moving!” She has a point, y’know; when you’re on the run from a bunch of prison guards, stopping in your tracks is a really bad idea.

Meanwhile, Leon seems to be getting his end of the deal done, as a hole starts opening up in the wall to your left. It seems he’s using one of his trademark "Seismic Scrambler" devices to open up an exit path for you, which Suzy and Nev quickly head through, the latter of which pulling you along by the wrist. After you just stopped earlier, it seems she doesn’t want anymore to do with that. So, how ‘bout you move your own legs this time, eh?

[Icaelus]

200 credits for a dip in such a snazzy place like this? Steal! Besides, nothing better than a celebratory trip to a hot spring, right? Especially if you were covered in dust.. Grinning, Alma pulled out her pocketbook, which had also doubled as her comm unit and PDA, back in the cave where she had consulted Veela's map from, outdated as it was. She swiped her card in the machine which the man had gestured to, a little beep sounding from the machine acknowledging her payment.
She returned the card to the slot in her pocketbook and walked off to the changing rooms, where she stripped her dusty clothes and gear off and shoved them in one of the lockers they provided for customers. Her C-cup boobs did a little bounce as she tugged off her black sleeveless undergarment, tossing it in along with the rest of the gear and clothing.
Done stripping and now completely in the nude, Alma picked up one of the spotless white towels that lay folded neatly in a pile and wrapped it around herself before making her way out of the rooms to the hot springs..time to relax, girl!

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire pulls her wrists away from Suzy and Nez and starts sprinting. "Hey. You guys don't need to drag me along. I just stopped because I was waiting on Leon..." she says. She keeps up her pace with the other two. "So, where we going after this?" she asks Suzy.

[daxtinator396]

Dax was surprised at how sudden he moved and then that surprise turned into anger and that anger grew and grew into a hot burning fury at the tuant. The Drone thought he could play with him like a cat plays with a mouse before he kills it? He was going to learn real quick. He swiped a thumb across his face and found that it came back with a bit of blood in his fur and his eyes blazed. He was going to kick this Drone`s ass so hard his grandkids would feel it. If he were to let him have any. He quickly spun on a heel and raced towards him trying again though this time he was going to fient and slice backwards at him. He was going to save these women or die trying and dying wasn`t on his list of things to do this week.