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| Hunting Dogs; - The Hunters, The Hunted, The Hunt | |
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| Topic Started: May 12 2013, 02:59 PM (5,780 Views) | |
| Tojoyama | May 12 2013, 02:59 PM Post #1 |
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Hunters. . . . For a living, they've killed. Or hunted down and dragged back those branded as being worthy of their talents. Reputations garnered over time, reputations earned. They've been watched. Those that have use of such, have now called upon the very best. Lists compiled have had names selected. Plans have been made. Bargains struck, deals brokered, promises to fulfill. Forces hope this is there time. . . Hope is not a plan. Those that believe they have the leashes of the dogs now put their plans into play. ==== Nearly two months since the Fall of Zuggarat. Sylandra has been making milk runs on a small bulk carrier, Witchbreath; a Hornet Class Fast Transport. She and the contact of those that pay the bills have been setting up the premise that this little ship is just doing business. Rose is the broker. The other hunters gathered per instructions. They'd been give an advance, told to lay low. They'd accepted the job and to back out, well, it was made plain what that would mean. At a large commercial skyplex above Londinium - they arrived with their new forged papers and identity cards. They were to go to the Twister Transport Company and present their papers for 'Witchbreath', a small speedy transport. What they knew of the job was little, except it was big. Once on board would be able to transfer the bulk of their payment to other accounts. Then they'd be 'on ice'. Sealed to their fate. Only the job would remain. Only then the details revealed, the target unveiled. It had all the making of being obviously dangerous, and certainly one in which if they were captured would mean more than a certain death. If not by those they'd be targeting, then by those paying them. ===== Witchbreath was docked at a lower class berth. From the outside she looked like she was long overdue for a refit. Rose, dark haired and vixen-like in her cheap tight leather garments. The whole operation looked like some sort of third class shipping outfit. If they didn't go out of business, then they'd be run out of it by Alliance Inspectors. Sylandra was close by, flight plans to file. By all appearance another milk run rush deliver to some rich family that could afford to ship even the smallest item around the core as though it were across town.
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| Silvox | Jul 8 2013, 03:20 PM Post #101 |
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Silvia nodded silently to Travis and held up a pair of blades, then seeing the cooks she looked at him and shrugged, heading for the kitchen to look around in there for anything that didn't seem right, humming to herself, One of these things is not like the other... One of these things should be dead... |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 9 2013, 08:27 AM Post #102 |
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House kitchen Other than what looked like an interrupted food prepation, it's a lucrative well set up kitchen. Careful observation suggests two people were chopping and preparing some sort of stir fry. Looking out the window the 'gardener's' hover still sat ready to depart. The hover was hovering. Barely observable to right exterior there is a rope that is clearly dropped from the upstairs master bedroom window. |
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| Grav | Jul 10 2013, 08:16 AM Post #103 |
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Travis shook his head. "No, allow me." he fired off a series of rounds in quick succession into the pair of cooks, waited a few moments for the sound of gunfire to clear and sighed. At the very least Mr. Seliator would be ordering out tonight. He turned, slamming the closest door close behind him and made his way back up the stairs and toward the Master Bedroom. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the key Silvia had discovered earlier and slipped it testingly into the lock. |
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Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 10 2013, 12:03 PM Post #104 |
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The Master Bedroom The door unlocked. It opened quietly revealing a lavish bedroom, full king sized bed, luxurious dressers and a desk along the sides, wardrobes; all one would expect from a manly Senator. An average sized yet quite beautiful woman was across the room struggled to let a rope slowly release out the back window. She turned and looked at the open door and released the rope. It descended another four or five feet quickly. A feint thumb could be heard. She took a half step away from the window and raised her hands over her head. "Don't shoot. I"m one of you. Here for Seliator. I'll buy my life with information, or anything. My mission is over." The woman only wore a tiny negligee of blue, that it was all she wore was obvious as she raised her hands and revealed nothing else underneath. Witchbreath Rose thought a moment. "yes. until time for pickup." She looked over the terrain scans. "This still looks like the best way out once we retrieve our crew." |
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| Silvox | Jul 11 2013, 03:40 AM Post #105 |
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The doctor grinned as she quietly opened the window, grabbing the meat cleaver from the counter and then slipping outside through the window. She kept a watchful eye out for anyone who could see her as she made her way towards the hover where she tries to climb up it from the rear without being seen. |
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| Grav | Jul 11 2013, 11:31 AM Post #106 |
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'One of you....' and with that the house of cards came down from under them. What had begun as a simple in and out hit was now complicated beyond measure. They'd stumbled onto the hornests nest and now stepped right into a mission of some sort. Travis pondered this thought as his eyes rolled over the seemingly unarmed woman. There was something about her, something he instantly distrusted, still she cut to chase and had perhaps bought herself another few minutes of continued existence. TK took a few steps into the room, eyes glancing around quickly, warey of any other surprises, before coming to rest on the surrendering woman. He raised his pistol slightly, steadying it on her as he brought back the hammer with his thumb. "You've got fifteen seconds. Who are you, and where is Seliator?" |
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| MacTrom | Jul 11 2013, 12:28 PM Post #107 |
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Witchbreath "On it." Sylandra eased the throttle forward, rotating the nose back around, pointing past the 'fly and back toward the mansion. She pulled the yoke up slightly, giving them a bit of altitude as they zipped back past the other ship until they reached the mouth of the canyon. Backing down on the thrusters, the ship settled back to hover just off the ground as Syl pushed it back toward one cliff face, covering their rear, the nose pointed forward toward the mansion. |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 12 2013, 12:19 PM Post #108 |
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Front of the house. Slade's shots hit true, the bright lights of the approaching vehicle went out; yet it left him slightly blinded, the bright light burned for moments still in his eyes. The vehicle that approached was an armored personnel carrier. The steel door lowered and a dozen soldiers poured out toward the house in two columns which spread as they approached. A small cannon on the top fired a heavy steal cylinder that crashed through the front door. Back of the house. Silvia heard the side door of the hover shut as she gained the aft end. It started to move foward and then accellerated into the garden behind the house. She felt the arm she held her grip nearly tear from her shoulder, but she held on. The Master Bedroom. "I am Ryobi. Former agent of a counter-intelligence group within the Alliance, now; I serve the underground. Seliator has learned more of the various underground organizations that we even know of each other. We need him alive to learn of each other." Ryobi turned just a little to the window. "Seliator is on the hover, to be taken away." She swallowed, despite her stated history, nervous at remaining alive. Then offered a way out, for her at least. "I'll take you to him, and we will give him to you once we learn what we need to know." Witchbreath. On the long range scope Rose and Sylandra couldn't see the back of the house, but they did see the hover rush away through the garden. The head of Sylvia could be seen, somehow she rode the back of the hover - which now raced toward them. "Let's go." said Rose. |
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| Silvox | Jul 12 2013, 03:37 PM Post #109 |
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Flinching a bit Silvia took stock of how bad the damage was in her shoulder, mumbling, Dislocation... Ow... She reached with her other hand up to try to pull herself up onto the aft of the hover, muttering to herself, Dead... for this... |
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| Devil Tongue | Jul 12 2013, 09:37 PM Post #110 |
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Slade swore under his breath, blinded from the light. He rubbed at his eyes with a hand, and took a chance to look out the window again. He saw six blurs, they seemed to be getting closer. More troops advancing, most likely. Unlike the last six, these were probably clad in the same armor and helms as the dead man on the steps; there was a sweet spot right at the neck that was exposed the sniper knew from killing men clad like that before. However, it would do him no good now; it would take several minutes for his eyes to clear up fully he'd guess, and by that time this wave would not only swarm the house, but another would be on the way with the way his team's luck was running. Oh he could take one out close range with the elephant gun if they tried to enter, but he couldn't cover both front and back plus after one round he'd have to reload and the other five could swamp him. No, holding this position wasn't any good. He surely wanted those hundred thousand credits, but they'd do him little good if he were dead. Of course they might torture him first to find out what he knew, then kill him and this option too was not one Jackson was in favor of. However, ever since the ex-pirate had accepted this assignment, his mind had been thinking on a way to save his bacon in case it all went south. He had a plan, and now seemed a good time as any to use it. The hitman dropped the scoped rifle in favor of the elephant gun once again, ran into the armory, and grabbed something that was one handed but looked intimidating. Then, he returned to the stairs while stuffing his find into a pocket. Once up, he wasted no time in grabbing the dead man and dragging him into one of the bedrooms. He had worked with the Allience before, and though the men coming were likely private company or freelance, he greatly hoped they acted like the other had done. That would mean that first they would break into two teams, and cover the front and back of the house. Then, they would try to enter at the same time. The back door was locked for keeps, so there would be a delay while they looked for another way in. Then both entrances would have to be checked for traps, and after all that two breeches would occur. Then the men would sweep the first floor, going through all the first floor rooms. All this would take time, time Slade sorely needed. A fully grown man is usually not light, and in body armor it's more a weighted task to move him, but Jackson was running on adrenalin to save his life. Once he and the corpse were in the bedroom, the smooth talker shut the door and got to work. First, he took the armor off the other man, and then shed his own coveralls. He then stuffed the stiff into these, and put the armor on himself along with slipping in an ear bud. The other man was a little taller and more buff, but it fit well enough Jackson hoped. Then, he propped the guard up by the window, took up the elephant gun, and after bracing the weapon on the bed frame, fired at the back of the man's head. The gun roared once more, and there was a really sickening sound as the fellow's face ripped out from the inside. As a final touch, since the hitman was now wearing a mirrored helm and the other had nothing to match it to, Jackson opted to leave his ID in the coveralls. After all, the name on the cloth and card matched, better with which to sell his story. He left the big gun on the floor, placed a hand over the hole he'd put in the armor when the other guy had been wearing it, and went back out into the main part of the house holding the gun he'd taken from the armory just minutes before. He did not in his rush notice the red line about the guard's neck, but the raised collar of the coveralls hid it anyway. Now in a new role, said in a voice filled with pain, "Mayday! Mayday! Need assistance at Seliator residence immediately! Unknown number of hostiles present! One Tango down! I am injured, but still in pursuit of targets!" Now, with any luck, when the enemy breached the house, they would think he was simply one of them. His gun had done it's job, now it was time for his golden tongue to have a turn. |
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| MacTrom | Jul 14 2013, 04:25 AM Post #111 |
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Witchbreath "Yes'm. " Sylandra made sure the rear viewer was up and running next to the long range scanner, expecting the Black Firefly to pursue. She gunned the thrusters and closed the distance to the hover in quicktime before rolling the thruster attitudes through 120degrees, bringing the Witch to a hover just a few hundred yards from the hover and blowing a huge cloud of sand and earth directly into its path. She brought the nose of the ship down to almost touch the ground, presenting a formidable barricade to the vehicle's progress. |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 15 2013, 09:00 AM Post #112 |
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The Back of the House The hover decided against continuing its current course, it veered left, then right. Silvia struggled to hold on and pull her self up. From Witcbreath her efforts could be seen just before the Sylandra duststorm kicked to maximum. From the rear window of the hover, Silvia could just make out a man bringing a shotgun to bear to fire at her. The tinted windows made it hard, but not impossible to see. A woman inside tried to stop the man from shooting. Too late. He fired. A few cracks of little damage appeared in the bullet proof glass, most of the shot bouncded back at the man and woman. There were curses and screaming. Some in pain, a lot in anger. Inside the House. Slade heard a voice in the helm. "Unit 27, reinforcements have arrived. Proceed to rear of house and stop exiting hover. Do you have location of the Senator?" |
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| Grav | Jul 15 2013, 11:43 AM Post #113 |
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Travis kept his pistol trained on Ryobi as she spoke, nodding along here and there. An Alliance turncoat, or so she claimed. At some point all the purple and red must have gotten too much for her. "Seems everyone wants a slice of Mac." he replied, lowering his weapon with a short sigh. "Even if I did believe you, I've some rather bad news. There are other Hunters here, of the 'shoot first ask questions later' variety." He paused, allowing the thought to sink in as he held back a smile best he could. "So the sooner we find him, alive, the better." |
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Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 16 2013, 09:57 PM Post #114 |
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The Master Bedroom "We'd better get moving." The sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard in the lower part of the house. "The Senator has left the building." Ryiobi looked more obviously out the window, off in the distance. The hover could be seen taking a turn to avoid a huge dust up, the cause of which was hard to make out. The faint outline of a Hornet class ship could be seen. On the back of the hover, a woman struggled to hold on. |
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| Silvox | Jul 17 2013, 03:18 PM Post #115 |
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Silvia looked at the hull of the hover while clinging to it for dear life, she notices a hose just under the plating. A thought crosses her mind and she flicks a knife out of the bandoleer she had stuffed them in, swiping at the hose and praying that doing so will help her cause before struggling to climb up onto the back of the hover, muttering Well that might give muscle tear... she takes a mental inventory for when she patch herself up. |
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| Devil Tongue | Jul 18 2013, 01:29 AM Post #116 |
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Slade responded to the transmission, again allowing false pain to taint his words. "Negative. Repeat, that is a negative, I do not have eyes on the package. I was attacked by a man in coveralls and lost consciousness. I recovered a short while ago, and confronted him in a bedroom. In the fight that followed, he was killed. I do not know how many of his team are present. I will proceed out the back of the house and attempt to intercept the hover." Jackson ran down the stairs with a slight stumble to his steps like he was in pain. he made it to the back of the house in just a couple of minutes, and pressed the open command on the panel to the door there. If any men were present he simply gave them a nod and ran off in the direction of the dust cloud that had formed. He didn't know what he would find when he got there, but it was in the direction of the pickup point and that's where he wanted to be anyway. |
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| Grav | Jul 18 2013, 02:43 AM Post #117 |
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Travis made his way to the window, took a look outside and narrowed his eyes. The Senator had indeed decided to make his exit, however it appeared someone had taken issue with this choice, perhaps even mother nature herself. The unmistakable outline of Silvia clung for dear life to its roof, which caused TK to break a smile, she was keen he'd give her that. "He won't get far." He glanced back to Ryiobi and nodded, as the sound of boots grew louder beneath them. "Front door's no longer an option." he added, looking back to the window and the escape route the woman had originally been working on. Extending an arm, he slightly bowed. "Ladies first." |
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| MacTrom | Jul 18 2013, 04:35 AM Post #118 |
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Witchbreath Sylandra flipped the filter switch on the forward screen to IR and watched the heat image of the hover beyond the dust screen. As it slid to her left, she tilted the starboard thruster to compensate, slipping the Witch to maintain position in the way of the vehicle. "They're gonna try to bypass us, and without a weapon to stop them, we might have t' take matters in hand. If so, you want the honors or can you handle the ship while I trot out to the airlock?" |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 18 2013, 06:10 AM Post #119 |
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Master Bedroom to back of the House Ryobi was out the window like a cat, down the rope like a monkey, and squatted next to a large laundry bag below like a guard dog. The laundry bag was shaped like it had a body in it. The self proclaimed killer opened in up and tossed out some rolled blankets. "The ole fake kidnapping bloke in the bag trick." She feigned a frown and smiled as she watch T.K. follow. "Never has worked." The woman shrugged, now a bit secure she might live a bit longer, seemed to be enjoying the proceedings. Screaming Horde to the back of the House Slade found one guard trying to get the door open. Another was not wasting time, a blow torch was out and the door was open; kicked away. Slade found himself among a five others that hurried out and took an arc position looking toward the Hover. And another ship now in a cloud of dust. Back of the House. Ryobi was just snapping a stolen diamond bracelet on her barely covered body when the armed guards tumbled out. The one on the right, not Slade, noticed them and turned his auto weapon in their direction. ================================== Hover The line was pressurized water, it was after all a cover for a gardener's hover. The water went in all directions; over the top of the hover to hit a dusty wind screen, along the back, and of course hitting Sylvia. Silvia, arm twisting, still held on; and found her self on top of the hover. Water and dust made for a slippery surface. The hover steadied as Witchbreath approached. The hover slowed and hesitated, made a slight change of direction, like it seemed to be considering a zig or a zag or a hasty run in another direction altogether. Witchbreathe "I'll drive darlin'." said Rose taking the second seat. She reached and grabbed Sylandra's arm with a surprising grip. "Our crew comes first." Her eyes were narrow and hard. She quickly let go. Crew seemed to be spread out. Not Good. Sylvia was riding cowboy on a hover, T.K. had popped out the window of the likely location of the target with a near naked woman. And Slade was M.I.A. |
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| Devil Tongue | Jul 18 2013, 09:53 AM Post #120 |
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Slade held up the hand that held his weapon, careful to do it in such a way that none of them could see the thing was unloaded; his other hand was over the hole in his chest so none could discover the cloth and flesh beneath were still whole. "Hold back, boys! I know I don't have the authority to make this official or anything, but those punks must have killed Butch when he went into the armory with them, then one came out and gave me a new hole in my body before leaving me for dead. I got a score to settle, and I don't care how many tangos are out there; I've got a bullet for each of them. So you fellows hang back and make sure I'm not surprised; I've got a score to settle." The sniper took off running bent forward in case there was a hole in the back too; he'd forgotten to check that and hoped at this angle the others behind him couldn't see it if there was one. He held his weapon in front of him as though ready to fire. Jackson was counting big time on his gifted tongue to work, he needed pickup but he knew he couldn't get it if he were surrounded by hotheads in armor shooting first and asking questions never. Edited by Devil Tongue, Jul 18 2013, 09:56 AM.
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