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| Topic Started: Nov 28 2012, 08:56 AM (3,370 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Dec 4 2012, 04:43 PM Post #21 |
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The room Tobias moved to - the young girl right behind him, weapon held tightly before him - was almost an exact duplicate of the cell he'd been held in. Perfectly clean, though. Empty and machinery powered down. No sign of... Anything. "My name?" It was clear just by the pause that she considered lying. Likely she came to the same conclusion he did - right then and there, what was the point? "Honestly, I don't remember my last name. If I had one. But I'm pretty sure these people..." she pointed the gun asually back to his cell, "... Knew me as Kiara." Her voice lowered as she said the name, as I she had never spoken it aloud in her life. The corridor fell silent again. "That was me, down there." Again she pointed with the gun, this time to a set of open doors nearly out of sight due to the bend in the corridor. The way the walls ever so slowly curved, Tobias was already considering that their hall was a circle. |
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| Balketh | Dec 4 2012, 05:11 PM Post #22 |
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Tobias was already moving as 'Kiara' spoke, scouting further and further around the seemingly curved corridor. "Tobias Hawke, otherwise apparently known as Havok. Wanted for... Murder. Lots of it." He stated matter of factly, staring about, before heading the other way, past the armed striding rapidly. "And I'll be the first to admit, that's ALL I know about myself. That, and the last two days, only memories I've got." "Where do they keep our stuff?" He called back, still inspecting rooms, clearly on edge. "And if not that, where's the closest map to this damn place?" |
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| PMD14 | Dec 4 2012, 05:16 PM Post #23 |
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"I, I don't know." For someone who'd just shot two people and beaten into another, seemingly without emotion or hesitation, the comments about killing people stopped Kiara where she was. She pulled herself back together quickly, though, still trailing Havok. "No map. No nothing. I got out, first guy I took down had this." She held the gun up. "Then I started checking the rooms until I found yours." Shadows were still running up and down the corridors as they moved along. It was long before the pair finally found in opened door. Singular, unlike the others, with a digital keypad attached to it. It was facing the inside of the 'circle' and the data pad was dead. No power. |
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| Balketh | Dec 4 2012, 05:45 PM Post #24 |
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"Don't shoot unless they're armed, dohng mah?" Tobias growled, eying off the door that lacked power. He dropped his attention onto it, moving straight forward, ignoring all else as he approached. "..." He stood in silence, staring at the door, then at his hands. "No power..." He grumbled, bashing his fist against the keypad. "Alright, form up on me, only shoot when confirm armed." He spoke like a soldier, his hand curling into a fist, then two fingers flicking forward. "Popping door." He signaled, before reaching forward with both hands, attempting to find some point of grip on the door. Even in his own mind, he wasn't sure why he was attempting to open a possibly locked door with his bare hands... For some reason, he thought he might be able to crack it open. |
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| PMD14 | Dec 5 2012, 11:37 AM Post #25 |
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Kiara nodded and held the gun at attention before her, her pose coming naturally as she covered Tobias and watched over the corridor as he analysed the door. At his comment, she raised the weapon, feet apart, and prepared for whatever might be beyond the portal. Toby's fingers nestled into a groove down the side of the thick metal door and he began to apply pressure. The thing felt flimsy, surprisingly so, and it started to budge. Tobias could feel the metal moving in his hands when a voice suddenly shouted out him. "What are you doing, hwoon dahn?!" It came from a little way down the corridor. Standing there, shirtless and covered in blood, was Captain Dustfoot. He held himself up with one hand propped against the wall, staring at Tobias like he was a maniac. "Run, you idiot! You have to run!" Kiara turned to see what had drawn Toby's attention as the Captain started yelling. "What's up?" The girl spoke in a whisper, as if expecting soldiers to come around the corner any moment. She readied the firearm, aiming it down the hall at where Tristan had been standing. He was already gone - no sign of the Captain at all |
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| Balketh | Dec 7 2012, 09:26 PM Post #26 |
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Tobias' breaths ran ragged in the empty, silent hallway. His amber eyes were wide, wide with a mix of bewilderment and uncertainty. His hands still gripped the metal, and despite his stunned form, he still felt he could move the door with ease. Blinking twice, hard, Tobias turned his head to the door, but his eyes remained down the hall. "I'm seeing things... I'm fairly sure the man I'm assuming you didn't see is already dead." He bit his tongue, but the words slipped free. Honesty was the best policy at times like these, but even that felt like he was stretching it. "Don't matter - we hafta move. Now! We check this room, and if it's not the the way out or the way to our kit, we run like hell!" His tone raised as he gripped the door, shifting away from the opening side. "Popping door - prep covering fire, VERIFY TARGETS ARMED BEFORE FIRE." His elevated tone rang of a military man, but his last words were almost yelled at the woman, as the extremely tall, dark man stared her down. With that, Tobias wrenched at the door, pulling it outward and toward him, pressing his back against the wall as cover. He felt naked without his weapon. Without A weapon. Without his own arm. He felt useless... |
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| PMD14 | Dec 10 2012, 11:00 AM Post #27 |
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Kiara, clearly confused and somewhat concerned, nodded at his words but said nothing. She raised the weapon, reluctantly looking away from where Tobias had apparently seen someone, and focussed on the small gap that was already revealed to them. With one quick movement, Toby was able to rip the rest of the door open, the hinge squealing as the room beyond was revealed to them. Kiara took a step forward, scanning the room with her weapon, before relaxing a little and nodding to Tobias. "Good guess." The room was well lit, the emergency lights here working fine and giving the pair a good break from the dancing shadows that the klaxons in the hall were projecting. The room was small and bare, the outer walls lined with shelves. By the door was a single desk with a console on it, the screen dead, and on the opposite side of the room was a row of large compartments. Wardrobes, so to speak. One of them was already open, the door ajar, giving the pair a clear view of a familiar brown duster and a few other items that Tobias had been hoping to find. His new companion immediately pocketed the handgun in her hand, opening the other compartments until she found what appeared to be her own personal effects. |
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| Balketh | Dec 10 2012, 02:08 PM Post #28 |
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Tobias immediately strode forward, the smallest of grins breaching his face as he recognized his long-lost gear. As he passed the console, however, he stopped, staring the locker down. "How's your leg?" He asked, somewhat distractedly, still staring at the locker. Why was it open? "Search the other lockers." Barely giving Kiara a chance to respond, the tall, muscle-bound man rummaged around for something to toss at the locker, or possibly edge it open with. "We might get lucky, find something you can bandage it with..." He studied the locker further, and sighed internally. If it was rigged to blow, the blast would probably be set to take out the entire room if they wanted him dead. If they wanted him out cold... Well, the blast would probably be set to take out the entire room. "Stand back." He growled over his shoulder as he gently placed a hand on the locker-door, reefing it open in one smooth motion. If the blast didn't kill him and destroy his gear, or didn't exist at all, Tobias was all-too eager to get back into something he could survive in, and get his bags on his back. He pondered that the bag of money would be long gone, but worse things have happened... Edited by Balketh, Dec 10 2012, 03:12 PM.
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| PMD14 | Dec 10 2012, 03:22 PM Post #29 |
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Kiara was busy searching for something for her leg as he opened the locker, fully aware of what he suspected and apparently not too concerned by it. His expectations fell short, though, as the door swung open cleanly to reveal nothing but his gear. His hat, handgun, ammunition, coat - it all seemed to be there. Everything he had on him when boarding the Horizon - except the duffel bag of money. The money, the Ident cards, they were nowhere the be found. Kiara promptly changed into her own clothes, disregarding the male in the room, and had found a spare towel that she'd wrapped the wound up into. A black singlet and dark brown jacket accompanied themselves by a pair of dark jeans and combat boots. The young girl remained casual as she produced her backpack from a locked, a sawn down shotgun and some kind of large bladed knife protruding from the top of it. And other handgun came out, too, which she tucked into the back of her pants. The original gun remained in her hand. A darkened pair of aviator sunglasses were the last thing she produced from the backpack before closing it up. She held them in her hands for a moment, seemingly forgetting her surroundings, and then safely tucked them into a spare pocket in her jacket. "So... not what you expected, or...?" She observed Tobias' own equipment as he collected it all. Neither of them fit the situation, totally out of place and clearly lost in this sterile complex. "What's the plan?"
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| Balketh | Dec 10 2012, 03:56 PM Post #30 |
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Hurriedly busying himself with his gear, Tobias only peaked a glance over his shoulder, perhaps at the least, or most, opportune moment, glancing at the bare back of the young woman. Turning back with somewhat wide eyes, Tobias hurriedly dressed himself, shedding his own pants with little regard for the woman in the room. Dressing himself with the haste of a hunted man, he turned about, fully dressed. Sliding his hat on, he gazed the woman up and down, mostly down given his height, as he clipped his usual duffelbag onto his back. Finally, he gave his hand cannon a hard flick, and it split open. He loaded six large rounds into the chamber, then snapped it shut, holstering it with a growing smile. Briefly, he busied himself neatly adjusting the voluminous blood-red bandana that hung loosely around his neck, touching it and positioning it with a strange sort of reverence. "Damnit if they stained this..." He growled to himself, before pausing to stare down at his gloved hands with a surprisingly soft expression. He had no idea why he was fretting so much over the bandana. No idea why he cared for it so much. Looking up finally, Tobias stared his partner in crime once over, eying her from under the comforting shade of his familiar, wide-brimmed hat, listening to her speak as she prepped herself. "We walk out the front door. Find a dock, and get a ship out of his godforsaken hellhole." Striding straight past the woman, coat billowing with his long steps, Toby paused at the door. "Stay behind me, keep to cover, and confirm armed before kill. Leave staff alive, we might have time to get some answers before we get the hell out of here..." Out, around the corridor... Find the odd one out - a hall, something. A door that doesn't lead to another dark, sterile room. A door to a dock, to an escape. That was the plan... Edited by Balketh, Dec 10 2012, 04:00 PM.
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| PMD14 | Dec 10 2012, 04:07 PM Post #31 |
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Kiara nodded, holding the free handgun in one hand, and listened as Toby laid out his plan. She didn't agree nor object, just staring at him as he offered up the simplistic escape ruse. As he started to depart, the young girl fell in behind him in silence, and the pair continued on their investigation of the complex. They had been alone in the room for a few minutes. Arriving back in the hall, the pair were presented with bright lights again. No alarms, no sounds at all, and no flashing klaxons. The main lights had come back on, flooding the spotless halls with bright, white light. The whole situation, now well lit, just screamed 'laboratory'. "Once I started moving I didn't see any doors or stairs or anything. Just the open cells." Kiara still spoke in a whisper, only a foot or so behind him, as if someone might be listening. Moving ever so slowly, it was five or so minutes of travel that passed before she spoke, and that was all Tobias found - empty cells and a continuously curving corridor. |
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| Balketh | Dec 10 2012, 04:15 PM Post #32 |
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"Nothing goes on forever..." His words echoed in the empty corridor, curving ever so slightly. He glanced back at the woman, eyebrow raised, before flicking a hand forward. "This is why you don't kill the employees. They know the way out." He grumbled, waving his hand again as he took off at a jog down the hall, scanning the doorways as they whipped past his eyes. "We must be at the ass-end of the deepest part of this place..." The giant of a man mused as he jogged, eyes ever watchful. The doors seemed to repeat forever, but there had to be a way. Nothing went on forever. Nothing. "Might take some time to find a way out, but we can't stop. We can't." |
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| PMD14 | Dec 10 2012, 04:37 PM Post #33 |
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The footfalls of Kiara's boots followed him, keeping up to Tobias as they started to job. The place was getting more and more eerie by the minute - where'd they all go? After another few minutes of moving down the halls which, for all they knew, could have been an endless loop, Kiara spoke up again. "You know, I wanted to thank you... I kinda overreacted before, and you've handled this... well." Her voice was quiet, even over the sound of their movement, and sincere. It was when Tobias looked back to meet her gaze, just for that split second, that he fell. He tripped. He was sure of it. A rock or something, something that had caught his foot. In retrospect, looking back, it was clear that there hadn't been anything there for Tobias to fall over. Instead, his legs had just collapsed. Seering pain had come roaring through his skull. Everything had gone black. He'd heard Kiara shout and his own screaming. And he awoke. Silence filled the Horizon as Tobias' eyes opened with a start. The room was dark, red emergency lights glowing, and the place was a complete mess. The main table was overturned, stools and chairs crashed in all directions. Half empty bowls and mugs were shattered on the ground, their contents sitting idle on the cold floor. The ship definitely wasn't moving. Across the room from Tobias, who was sprawled on his back in the kitchen section amongst endless packets of protein, he caught sight of a body. A person, laying on the floor, not moving. He was sure it was the Captain. "... definitely looks like his handywork." The statement came from the hall beyond, the one Tobias recalled led down to the cargo bay. Footsteps echoed on the metal grating of the stairwell as two men spoke. "You'd think he'd be a little neater, though." It sounded like a joke. The other man scoffed a laugh. "We never got that far in the conditioning." Another little joke. They were getting closer to the kitchen area, but were still far out of sight. As they got closer, Tobias could hear more than two pairs of footsteps. Hell, more than six. A large group was coming. (For reference, in case you'd forgotten, Horizon is a Firefly) |
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| Balketh | Dec 10 2012, 05:26 PM Post #34 |
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"-" Tobias immediately slapped a hand over his mouth as his lips opened. He seemed to be rapidly growing accustomed to the art of waking up with no idea what's going on, and not being a complete fool about the situation. His first instinct was to grab for his holster, and check his ammo. He eyed the body idly, checking himself for wounds as well. Crew deaths would have to wait, boarders had to be repelled first. Scrambling quickly, the ridiculously tall man moved for cover, trying to put something high between himself and the location of the sound. A group of six to ten... It was doable. Possibly suicidal, but doable. As long as he could get the first shot off, the first should be the last... |
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| PMD14 | Dec 11 2012, 11:33 AM Post #35 |
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"Looks about right." The voice followed a momentary halt in the footsteps, as if the incoming entourage has their way blocked for a moment. They then continued, the countless footfalls getting closer and closer. Tobias was able to find some cover in the middle of the kitchen, his back to the doorway that led to the cockpit - a dead end. The kitchen table, made of thick some kind of thick wood, was overturned and in his favour, provided it had bullet stopping power. After a few more moments, which Toby's head still throbbing in pain, the first of the men entered the room. Instantly, catching sight of the motionless crew member and the half hidden Tobias, the man shouted out and took cover on the opposite side of the doorway. He'd been wearing a suit, short blond hair brushed to one side. immediately following came another figure - full armed and armoured in black, shiny plates, the man (or woman) was shielded by a huge riot shield, helmet visor black and impenetrable. In their hands was a small sub-machine gun, which was promptly unleashed upon the room as two other soldiers made their way in, diving for cover. Edited by PMD14, Dec 11 2012, 12:03 PM.
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| Balketh | Dec 11 2012, 11:55 AM Post #36 |
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Well, isn't that peachy. A hail of fire ripped into the room, and Tobias' cover was barely enough. Immediately, two soldiers sprinted in behind the covering fire to find their own safe havens. Thankfully, at least by his own reckoning, everyone would be using low caliber ammunition, so many things in the room would suit as cover for him. He, however, was using something larger. The first issue was the ass with the riot shield. Flinching as bullets whipped past him, he dug deep and thought up a quick plan. Squatting down and rising almost in one motion, he gripped the tube of protein paste he had scooped up in his free hand. Gripping the tube, he stuffed the cap into his mouth and tore it away, picking a choice moment to whip just around the corner and lob it hard at the armoured monster. Whether or not he shot it wouldn't really matter - the frantic, jaw-gritted man only needed just enough time to take exactly the shot he needed. Protein paste wasn't exactly the best smoke screen, but it was also damn-near impossible to scrape off of anything you didn't want it on in the first place... Less than a second after throwing, the barrel of his hand cannon flew around the corner, and he fired off a single shot, beaded directly at the SMG he was being fired on by. Dead wolf would have been better than toothless wolf, but it was the best he could do at the time... |
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| PMD14 | Dec 11 2012, 12:02 PM Post #37 |
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Everything happened at once and the entire sequence of events was undermined by the rattle of gunfire as all three of the armoured troops brought the kitchen area down around Tobias. The tube, his plan overall, had gone perfectly, and the gunslingers single shot has ripped straight through the hand of the figure by the door as they had been distracted with the spray of beige paste. A scream of pain issued - that of a man - and his fell to one knee and dropped the SMG, recoiling his hand behind the large shield which now, as he had descended, covered most of his body. In response, the two other soldiers in the room gave no mercy as they unloaded their weapons into the table, a single layer of wood between Tobias and dozens of bullets. A few moments later, as their guns clicked empty, he was still alive. |
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| Balketh | Dec 11 2012, 12:24 PM Post #38 |
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Tobias pulled his head down, rolling into a ball on his knees as the gunfire cut the room to pieces. His teeth were clenched, and he waited for the vicious hail of bullets to end. His plan worked, the major problem was down, but two more soldiers sat in the room, shredding his cover, and more waited beyond the door. He only had five rounds left in the chamber. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that meant five more down - possible six if he got the opportunity... Just as that last thought passed through his head, he was surprised to find that a bullet didn't. The gunfire had ended, and the brief clack of each gun running dry sparked him like a wildfire. Pivoting on his knees, he placed his gun barrel immediately against his cover, over a splintered hole where a bullet had passed through somewhat cleanly. Spying through another, he tried to line up the gun of the next soldier, took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger. As soon as the bullet had left the barrel, his muscles twitched, pulling the gun in another direction. His eyes didn't even have time to go wide, but in the back of his mind could only register surprise as his body directed itself. This time, he didn't really have an angle to take the shot on; kicking a foot out he dived flat, side on to the table, coming out along the floor. With his eye down the sight, Tobias squeezed the trigger, the gun leveled with the floor. In his conscious mind, Toby had no idea what he was aiming at, but his hands seemed to move on their own. At the height of the barrel from the floor, he seemed to be aiming at what could be a knee? He really had no idea, but it wasn't a moment after he had fired, again, that he scrambled up from the floor. As he looked up, boots digging into the hard, barely covered metal, it briefly ticked over in his mind that, in the last few seconds, Tobias hadn't been in control of his body. Not in a complete lack of control sense, but in a way that the actions he had taken were not conscious choices, they were made by something deeper. As was this one. The decision to rush a riot shield head on. His eyes went wide, and he braced for impact. |
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| PMD14 | Dec 11 2012, 01:52 PM Post #39 |
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Toby's body had taken control as his mind, despite its best efforts, continued to lag behind. By the time he realised that the bullets had been fired, Tobias Hawke has kicked down the table in front of him as he launched forward over it. The gunslinger was half way across the room by the time he realised he'd fired, the two un-shielded soldiers hitting the ground in screams of agony. One had taken a bullet through the knee, though it looked as if Toby's hand cannon had near enough separated the bottom of his leg from the top. The second, a female by the sounds of it, had received a bullet in the side, just above her hip. Both had flown to the floor in pain, knocked backwards slightly by the impact. Still wincing in pain, the man behind the shield only got a quick glimpse of the gunslinger before he slammed straight into the barricade, knocking them both to the floor. The shield was still beneath the two of them as the man struggled to push Tobias off him. As they struggled, something whisked in through the doorway and landed in the middle of the room, followed by some yelling from outside in the hall. No more cocky remarks this time, just panic. The small device, a grenade for sure, thudded loudly as it hit the floor and rolled around. Tobias, without knowing how, recognised it. It wasn't about to explode, he knew that much. But the gas to follow would do worse. |
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| Balketh | Dec 11 2012, 02:14 PM Post #40 |
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The grenade clattered into the room, and Tobias watched it fly with a somewhat slack jaw. Before he could process a thought damning the fools for using an explosive on a spaceship, he apparently knew it wasn't explosive, but gas. Which made things a lot worse. He had a slipped a knee up onto the riot shield before he looked back down, effectively pinning the wounded soldier beneath him. The only exit was the door in front of him, and he needed to pass through it quickly, but to do so would be suicide - no doubt they had the door covered with however many men they had left. Immediately it became clear - he needed that riot shield, but his body already began to move. Rising up, he gripped a hand on the top of the shield, and with his other foot planted, pulled up as hard as he could. As soon as he pulled, however, he dropped back down, all of his weight onto the top of the shield, intent on slamming it down on the head of the soldier beneath it. He may be wearing a riot helmet, sure, and Tobias was glad of it - he didn't want to kill the man, just disorient him for a second, long enough for him to reef the shield up and forward, so he could press on into the next room. As he slammed the shield down and prepared to pull it as hard as he could up and forward, his teeth were grit and bared, eyes wide with adrenalin and hard-fought control. Toby's seemingly sluggish, throbbing-in-pain mind briefly wandered to the Captain, bloodied and still on the other side of the room. He knew he couldn't go back to check. He had to push on, take the men down, find out what happened here. He allowed, or rather forced himself to allow a brief thought of hope, that the Captain would be alive. At least long enough to get him some help... |
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