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Topic Started: Jan 29 2013, 09:21 AM (1,537 Views)
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Kiara just backed away, staring at Tobias with shock and confusion, tears still running down her cheeks.

The screen before the gunslinger beeped and flashed, shaking its head at his request - the war ship had already launched the entirety of its escape vessels. Pods, shuttles, transports - they were all gone. There was a single ship docked somewhere on the underside of the vessel, an unidentified private vessel. That must be where the others on board were heading.

The planet outside started to tilt again and the ships automatic warning systems screamed at Tobias again. this time, however, they were cut off mid sentence by the sound of thunder.

Crash!

Pain shot straight up Toby's back as he hit the far wall of the restaurant. He fell to the carpeted floor, still dripping wet from the rain outside, and winced in pain as bits of plaster from the wall fell over him. The gunslinger's mechanical arm was in pieces, shattered from the bullet of a high powered rifle.

Rigby, the old man, sat nearby at his table, looking almost calm. Clearly, moving from that table meant his demise. And so the old man watched, a look of regret in his eyes.

People all around the dining room ran and screamed, headed for the stairs that went down.
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<<'Continued from Every Wolf has it's Day'>>

After taking the shot at Tobias and missing the kill, 119 dumped his rifle and slid down from the roof top of a nearby building and ran towards the Nashfield Hotel entrance. Kicking in the doors he drew his plasma hand cannons and walked up the stairs to the restaurant. 119 heard people yelling and screaming as they pushed past him down the stairs.

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Tobias' eyes went wide as he was propelled back from the blast. The servos in his arm immediately cut out, and the only pain was the horrifyingly wrenching feeling of his shoulder socket hauling his ass backward; it hurt almost as much as being hit by the damn bullet.

He hit the wall with a crunch, his feet barely keeping him up as bits of the wall rained atop him. As he looked up, his weapon was already in hand, hammer back. He growled, and stuffed back in the holster. Inspecting his completely shattered arm with an extremely rare look of dismay, Tobias made a mental note of its similarity to the arm he sported mere moments ago; all this while waiting for the next round. Yet, no second shot came, which means the shooter was already on the mo-

The door slammed open down below, but it sounded wrong to Toby - like it had been kicked inward instead of outward.

He was coming.

"Brazen sunovabitch." He growled, using his stump of an arm and his remaining arm to heave himself away from the wall. Immediately, he dived for the nearest, something fairly large. Flinging chairs left and right, he sprang around to the far side.

Right about now, Tobias mused, is when the chase music would start...

It was a known fact that Havoc was a terrifying gunslinger and wanted man across the 'Verse.

It was also known, though less somewhat, that he was as unpredictable as a fox backed into a corner - and just as cunning.

With a mighty heave, using his remaining one and a half arms, his chest, and all the leg power his beefy pins could muster, Tobias slid the multi-person table along the floor, knocking a few chairs out of the way in the process.

As people fled from the scene, he tried to find the slightest break in their hectic movements, and dived for it.

He shoved the table, as hard as he could, toward the stairs.

A small smile crept onto his face as he let the table fly down the stairs, but he didn't halt. Immediately, he grabbed the nearest chair; gripped by the top, he came to stand between it and the stairwell, and with a cleave of an outstretched leg, his torso and all the strength his body could muster, the man whipped the chair overhead like he was bowling a ball in Cricket, sending it rushing down the stairs after the table at an alarmingly fast clip.

"Dodge that!" He muttered, immediately springing back toward Zachariah.

"If you don't want to die yet, follow me!" He called, scooping up the nearest, longest tablecloth he passed in his sprint. He paused at the window the shot had come through, staring down. A car, a dumpster, anything would do - he just needed something to break his fall.

Turning quickly, Toby beckoned to Rigby with his splintered metal limb, the cloth gripped tightly in his other hand.

"Grab on tight, I can't hold you. Ready? On one!" He ordered.

If the man didn't move instantly... Tobias knew he'd have to leave him behind - another source of information gone.

"Hurry!"
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Rigby was out of it, not taking the gunslingers hand. He just stared off into the distance, trembling, frozen with fear. 119 saw the incoming table and chair while he was ascending the stairs. His quick reflexes reacted as he dropped his plasma sidearms and dove off to the side of the railing, grabbing the railing as he flipped to the other side. The railing broke due to his weight as he fell to the floor on his back. The table and chair impacted the wall below causing a rather large hole to appear.

119 recovered, grabbing his Plasma sidearms and running back up the stairs again. Tobias saw muscular figure in a black exoskeleton suit and mask rushing the stairs and aiming at him. No Time. Tobias wrapped the table cloth around a nearby fixture and jumped through the broken window. While jumping out he saw a green plasma blast intended for him blow Rigby's head off, the after effects searing his neck and torso as well.

Tobias slid down the table cloth and was able to jump on the roof of a parked car.

Plan B. 119 thought. He knew he couldn't let him escape. 119 ran towards the entrance of the hotel and took cover behind a car across the street. He pressed a button on his wrist device. Explosions ripped through the entire block as dozens of buildings began to crumble with intensity, debris and dust flew everywhere. Fire lit up the sky indicating that gas lines were exposed causing the ground to tremble. All you can hear were screams.

As the Hotel and the surrounding buildings were exploding, Tobias saw an open garbage dumpster to take cover in.
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Nonononono!

The endless chant rang through Tobias' head as he touched earth again, barely able to hold his balance with one arm. Immediately he laid eyes on the dumpster; immediately he knew it would be a deathtrap, or worse, a cage for the overgeared maniac hunting him.

Drawing his gun, Tobias couldn't help but wonder admist the chaos and destruction, if his own reputation far outweighed even the insanity around him; it would be the only explanation for why he wasn't screaming and crying like a child with this much fire and death around him.

Two shots rang out, and the man quickly holstered his weapon, a foot stuck out mid-jump and his only arm shot forward. He had shot the hinges off the dumpster lid with accurate snaps, and snatched it mid air.

He hit the ground running, and slung the heavy metal lid over his head and upper back, shielding him from falling debris and fire. With it, he took off like a mad cat, sprinting down the street, away from the predator, as fast as his weary legs would carry him.


He felt, oddly, that he had done something similar to this... Many, many times before.
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As Tobias was running with the dumpster lid, buildings were toppling all around him. It seems that the assassin has wired the entire block with explosives. A blast from a nearby gas line sent Tobias flying into a street lamp, his hand cannon escaping his holster and sliding into a sewer grate. The lid of the dumpster skid a distance down the pavement. Tobias felt the impact with extreme pain, the flames from the explosion singeing his hat and clothes. His vision was slightly blured and his hearing was muffled from the shock.

Destruction was all around him. The hotel and the surrounding buildings were caving in on each other, crumbling to pieces. Gas lines continued to explode causing tremors while the sounds of screams and sirens could be faintly heard in the distance. Black smoke and dust filled the air, making visibility low.

While Tobias was coming to, he saw a dead police officer near him, an assault rifle gripped in his hand. The Officer had been crushed by rubble. Tobias then saw 119 approaching him from about 100 feet away with both his pulse sidearms out, ready to kill.
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NONONONONO

What a joke! Among all the hell and damnation, Tobias' beloved weapon slid free of his tight, well-crafted leather holster with restraint clip, and into a sewer grate? How big did these godforsaken cities need to be to have sewer grates that could swallow his own weapon whole? Just for that, he felt a tiny ping of happiness that the entire block was being turned to rubble.

That didn't last long, however.

Immediately he spied the dead officer's weapon, and immediately he passed over it. There was no point fighting with this thing. Armoured to the nines, Toby bet that even his piercing rounds couldn't scratch it, knowing his luck.

... He had piercing rounds? Scrambling toward the sewer grate in a daze, Tobias yanked at the grate, hoping the dishevelled and broken state the city block was in had loosened it. He wasn't leaving without his gun. He just needed to grab it... As soon as he laid a mitt on it, he could get away. He knew exactly what to do...

A hundred feet doesn't last long when you've only got one arm and it's scrambling around in a sewer grate looking for a big old block revolver...
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Tobias felt the handle of his revolver. Luckily the weapon was so big it got wedged between the grate itself and the cement. 119 fired off two rounds his pulse sidearms. One green blast shot a burning hole through an an already damaged car near Tobias. The other went straight for him.
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Like whipping it from a holster, Tobias drew his weapon from the grate, rolling immediately as the sound of the blast of plasma reached his ears; a fraction of a second before the heated ball of liquid-solid death.

Coming to a flat stop on his back less than a metre from the seared hole of concrete, the slinger leveled his weapon between his legs, his missing limb 'two-handing' the gun as if the hand still existed.

As soon as he'd come to a stop, a shot fired above the cacophany of the hell the hunter had brought down upon Hawke. One loud, long, slightly out of sync shot - yet two bullets flew from his weapon. So fast had he pulled the trigger, aimed, and pulled again, that the sound was as one.

His targets?

The plasma hand-cannons his opponent had pointed straight at him.

Limbs for a limb, jackass.
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119 didn't expect to be fired upon as a bullet blew away the pulse sidearm in his left hand, causing it to fall to the ground, the remaining plasma leaking to the ground and burning a hole in the pavement. In a split second reaction he twisted his body to the side, causing a the second bullet to rip off into the sleve of his exoskeleton, exposing the skin of his right arm.

119 then dove behind a collapsed wall and took cover. Suddenly bullets exploded into the wall from Police Officer's that were flanking him. With his remaining pulse weapon he fired of a blast of energy towards the Police Officer's, incinerating them in a brilliant green flash.

119 waited as his pulse sidearm recharged and popped his head above the wall slightly to see where Tobias was. He reached into his pack and pulled out a grenade, lobbing it towards Tobias's general direction.
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Tobias gently bapped his head against the concrete.

Why do they never explode?!

As he kicked up, covering fire from some soon dead officers gave him the chance he needed; he was on his feet and moving, though not without keeping a sharp eye on his predator. He saw the head poke out, and an arm flip up over the cover.

With a sneer, Tobias pivoted on a heel, spinning like a dancer. As he came to face the direction of the man side on, unexpectedly, he didn't raise his hand cannon to shoot the grenade, as he thought he would have.

As he span, the grenade approached, and Toby's foot snapped out, like a precision hacky sack player - he snapped a kick straight at the grenade. If it landed, it would soar in a dead line straight back to the man like a speeding bullet.

His spin would carry him around, and as soon as his foot touched ground, he planned to put as many of the broken cars and fallen debris between his rear and that maniac as possible.
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The grenade bounced back and hit the wall 119 was hiding behind. In the blink of an eye the grenade exploded sending a piece of the wall and 119 flying backwards into a heap of rubble. His exoskeleton suit showed signs of impact from shrapnel and remained slightly charred. However most of the damage was absorbed. His breathing quickened as the adrenaline was pumped into his veins, greatly increasing his speed and strength.

He sat up quickly and got to his feet. His secondary plasma sidearm was lost, but he still had a weapon left. With one hand he held onto the hilt of his sword that was affixed behind his back in a scabbard, running with great speed after Tobias.
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Oh for...

Tobias knew he wasn't going to outrun this maniac. He was clearly insane, determined to kill Tobias in any way possible. If he wasn't dealt with now, he would only continue to be the most colossal pain in the ass in the future.

Spinning immediately, Tobias came to a dead halt, his boots skidding a fraction on the wet asphalt.

He had two rounds left in the chamber. Not that a reload was out of the question, but for now, the two shots he had left had to count.

"Just die." Tobias called in a surprisingly grumpy tone - far beyond the situation at hand.

With a click, the hammer was drawn on his revolver, and he brought it to bear, aiming down his sights toward the madman. In the same instant, he fired off one searing bullet, straight for the weakest point he could find - the elbow-crook of the arm holding the sword. Some dormant part of his memory knew that almost no body armor existed in certain places, as it served almost no purpose - the crook of the elbow was one of them.

The other shot he held, gun still leveled at the charging man.

Just... Stop.
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Balketh fired as the bullet ripped into the right elbow of 119, causing his arm to explode off and the sword he carried to fall to the ground with a clanking sound. 119 fell to his knees as heavy amounts of blood spurted from his arm. The strange thing was that he showed no pain, never yelled out. 119 breathed heavily through his mask as he received another dose of adrenaline which increased his speed and strength.

As Tobias aimed for another shot he felt a stinging sensation in his neck, then came an overwhelming sluggish feeling. His vision started to blur and see double as 119 stood from the ground, picking up the Katana with his free hand and charged him. His sword was fully extended as he prepared for a death blow to Tobias. Raising his sword he prepared to decapitate him when a green blast hummed from the distance and grew louder. The plasma blast blew a hole clean through his back and out of his torso. 119 took his last breath and collapsed to the ground as smoke rose from the crater size hole in his chest.

The tranquilizer dart started to affect Tobias even more as he collapsed to his knees feeling weak. In the distance he saw two armed figures running towards him, then darkness. Sleep. It never felt so good.
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As the dart hit his neck, time both sped and slowed, almost becoming nonlinear. He squeezed the trigger, and a hole appeared in the madman's chest. The tiniest pang of guilt welled in his stomach.

That's not what I wanted...

Things seemed to wind back, and the man's arm came to pieces, sword and flesh clattering away in the burning street. The hole was gone, and Tobias smiled.

That's... I just...

He dropped to a knee, as the smouldering corpse of the man in the suit did the same. They mirrored each other for a brief moment - Tobias' eyes went wide as he felt a burning, a searing hell in his chest, like his flesh was on fire. His breath hitched as he pierced a gaze through the man's helmet.

"I'm sorry... I didn't..." He mouthed, just before the man - the man inside the monster, fell to the ground. He wondered, in this strange stretch of endless time, if he had registered Toby's message before the lights went out. He just wanted this insanity to stop. As the two - or was it four? Eight? Men ran toward him, he raised his pistol again, only one bullet left.

Something dripped from his grip; it covered the gun, and every crevice of his flesh-and-blood hand. It dripped ceaselessly, boiling away to dust as it touched the asphalt - endless blood, as if the gun he held were made of it... Or the source of it. He wanted it to stop. All of it. Everything.

He just wanted the blood to stop. To stop the incessant dripping he had lived with every waking second since that godforsaken alley in Eavesdown, whether in dream or reality. To stop the reminder that kept him awake when he needed to sleep, the stains that wouldn't wash away, the endless stream of other people's blood that seemed to pour from his veins - his gun.

He wanted these assholes to leave him alone for five goddamn seconds so he could think clearly!

For a split second, his body leaned forward as the charred, dead corpse of the man across from him did, but he held, where the helmet of the madman bounced on the ground. His vision became sharp - too sharp. Everything had a clear outline, everything was crystal and frozen in his mind.

The revolver clicked, the hammer drawing back as he took a breath - the air filling his lungs was... Icy. Frigid. The man leading the pair was his target, his weapon locked on as if leashed to the running figure's head....

And then everything went black.

It was a sight mixed with equal parts terror and... Pity.

A grim-faced, grimly-determined, even hell-bent man, a man who had fought for the barest hint of survival, for the right to live, suddenly going dark. The 'Verse's most dangerous man, on a knee, gun at the ready, suddenly shutting off upstairs, in the blink of an eye.

From a distance, his gun simply lowered, and he sat there, kneeling, staring into the distance, eyes filled with unfocused fire. Some final piece of muscle memory, a last, defiant twitch of a survivor, moved his arm to holster his gun, before going limp.

And there he knelt, head bowed slightly, arm limp, eyes lidded and glazed. Tobias was gone. For now.

All anyone could do would be to pray he never woke... If he did?

Hell alone would not be enough to pay this devil his due.
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Travis kept his weapon raised, trained on the suited monster, finger resting calmly on the trigger. He drew a small breath as the black figure shuffled sideways, revealing the wound which the plasma had left. Moments later the figure fell to the ground with a loud thud. Travis quickly glanced down at the rifle with a grin, hardly the most practical of weapons, but it was hard to argue with the results.

His attention then jumped to, who he assumed, was Tobias Hawke. He looked to be wearing the same clothes, sitting there on his knees, face down. He immediately conjured the thought to grab an image of the man and run it against the one from earlier, but his fancy helmet was long gone. Travis sighed, blowing a few spots of floating ash out of his eyes. Moving his left hand from the grip of the rifle toward his face, he began speaking.

"One down, one stunned, moving in to confirm." he said quickly before lowering the rifle. He let out a low grunt and vaulted over the cover between him and the duo, cautiously approaching the possible target. Travis raised his foot, resting it against the mans shoulder and pressing down slightly. With a little effort the figure slowly started to fall backwards, accelerating quickly and landing awkwardly on his back.

As the motionless fellow lay before him, Travis turned his head at angle and took a look. Tobias Hawke, it was him alright. "Bingo." he said to himself quietly.
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Slade watched through his scope as the dart took effect, and the target slumped to the ground. He witnessed the other figure fall, but refused to leave his position, instead keeping a bead on the prone shape in case one dose wasn't enough. When TK approached the body and knocked it over, Jackson finally took his eye off the scope. He reslung the rifle, and made his way down the ruined street to his target. When he was within earshot, he called out to his partner,

"Did we get him?"
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Travis nodded, dropping to one knee and reaching down to the man. Grabbing him by the wrist, he raised the mans limb arm and felt for a pulse. There it was, strong as a mule. "It's him alright." he said, turning toward the approaching Slade. "Alive too, nice aim." before turning his attention back to Tobias. He looked almost peaceful in his unconscious form, hard to believe he'd presented such a force to be reckoned with. "Not sure who the tin man is, possibly another hunter, though he was a hair's width from cutting his bounty in two." he said, rising to his feet once more. "How long you reckon he'll be out for?" Travis then asked, hand searching along his belt for a spare set of restraints.
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Slade did something of a bow as best he could with two rifles on his back.

"Thank you, thank you, it was nothing. As for how long he'll be out, I couldn't say for sure. My rounds usually tend to be a bit more permanent than darts. More to the point, how much do you think we'll get paid?"
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The portable handheld cortex beeped from TK's pack. A message popped up on screen.

Status report?
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