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| Hunting Dogs; - The Hunters, The Hunted, The Hunt | |
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| Topic Started: May 12 2013, 02:59 PM (5,779 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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| Tojoyama | Jul 18 2013, 11:46 PM Post #121 |
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BACK OF THE HOUSE Slade seemed to have created confusion just when the armored security band was grouping. "Wait 27, we got standing orders." "Rut that, I'm with two seven." One of the other guards ran after Slade, clearly intending to help him. "Still no comm except suit to suit." "Who the hell is Butch?" said another. "No names." The two guards on the left moved somewhat forward to watch the receding Slade and his new best pal. The two guards on the right turned their attentions to T.K. and Ryobi. WITCHBREATH "Object one under back window, master bedroom." Rose called out on the comm. She meant T.K. The Firefly lowered it's nose and moved to the house. She obviously figured to give a swat of the nose to the two guards running away from the house on her inbound. |
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| Grav | Jul 19 2013, 12:07 PM Post #122 |
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Travis followed Ryobi out the window soon after, it seemed the women of the Verse were keeping the lead in this particular job, as he always seemed to be playing catch up. The thought was knocked from his head and he landed outside with a heavy, and rather painful thud. He resisted the urge to groan, but someone was bound to have heard it. In his peripherals a small vessel approached, the familiar nose first outline of a Hornet class ship, perhaps even the Witchbreath. A voice from within gave a heavy sigh, if this was truly the case, the mission was blown, the job a failure, and now staying alive would be the only real challenge. Sure enough, a small crowd of private security goons came comically tumbling from a nearby exit. This didn't seem to concern Ryobi, who obviously felt that if she was going to die, at the very least it would be in style. TK had other plans. He raised his pistol toward the approaching men and began squeezing off what rounds remained in the clip. |
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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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| MacTrom | Jul 20 2013, 02:39 PM Post #123 |
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Witchbreath Sylandra made quick time to the starboard airlock, her trusty Go Bag slung across her chest and shoulder. She cycled through the inner door and braced against the rear wall as the outer hatch swung open. She pulled open the bag and drew out her pistol, snapping the scope on its Picatinny rail and then twisted on the long suppressor. She leaned slightly out of the open hatch, seeking targets and team members. The hover disappear behind them, partially lost in the dust cloud caused by the Witch's thrusters. "Ready for recover. " As the ship came closer to the house, she spotted TK popping shots at the gaggle of guards piling out of the back door. She grinned and brought the PLR up to her cheek, squeezing the trigger to send a burst at the further troops; a cross fire that would give them pause and send them seeking deeper cover. |
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| Devil Tongue | Jul 21 2013, 01:45 PM Post #124 |
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Slade jumped out of the way of the ship as it flew past him. He regained his feet, then ran after his ride once more this time in the direction of TK. He realized he had a problem; his disgust was so good his own side didn't know it was him. He needed to let them in on the secret, but in such a way the other guards didn't realise it until he was picked up safely. With the hand still held over the hole in the armor, he began to make hand signals he had learned in the War. He wasn't by any means an expert, but he could manage a single 'S', then 'J'. With luck to the others dressed like him he would only seem to be stretching his hand, but someone on the ship would realize he was hinting to them that he was Slade Jackson. |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 22 2013, 04:34 AM Post #125 |
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The Hover Silvia's luck went from bad to worse. A hatch open quickly on the top of the hover and a man peeped out, taser aimed and fired. Not a good shot prospect given how the hover was doing a big of zigging and zagging and the dust stirred up wasn't helping. Still, Silvia's luck, BAD, held;, the shot hit Silvia's already injured arm and she felt the charge, her body went numb - right after the stinging jolt of pain passed through her body. The man grabbed her good arm and dragged her in, she landed on her back with a thump. A knife was raised for the kill. "Wait." said another. Through her haze Silvia saw a face from long ago appear before her face. It was a aged teacher from her days of being groomed by her family to be an assassin. A master of the dark Shaolin - Newton Devicci. "Good to see you are putting your medical degree to good use Miss Silvia." ![]() =============================================== Witchbreath Rose missed on of the two guards that had been charging away from the house, it not being Slade. The one the nose of the hornet hit flew about thirty feet and landed badley, not moving. Witchbreath turned 90 degrees to give Sylandra best access to aid their crew. "Got one guard coming back to us on our nine." Given the front of the ship as 12, Syl at the airloock at 3 o'clock; little did they know it was Slade. "Wait, he's signing something." Rose didn't recognized the signal, but her instincts flared. Ryobi produced a laser pistol from her bag of stolen goods, a little something extra. She aimed at one of the four guards near the house. Fired. Nothing happened, a little 'zero charge.' flashed. "Rut me dead." she said. = = = = = (mop up the four guards still at the back of the house, call your shots and results; then clammer aboard Witchbreath, excluding Silvia of course, as the hover races to the firefly in the canyon) Edited by Tojoyama, Jul 31 2013, 02:53 AM.
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| Silvox | Jul 23 2013, 04:38 AM Post #126 |
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Silvia smirked a bit and looked up, I do what I know... she grunted a bit, body numb, arm sore, and definitely in a horrible position. She looked at the man with the knife to her throat and then at her former teacher, Glad to see the rumours of your death have been greatly exaggerated Master Devici. wriggled her toes and fingers to get the circulation going again in order to try to regain feeling in her body, Bandoleer of bladed weapons, and I think I lost the pistol I was carrying. she casually mentioned to her captors, I doubt I'm in a situation to be able to use them. The doctor flinched a bit and let herself relax on the floor of the hover. |
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| MacTrom | Jul 23 2013, 05:04 AM Post #127 |
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Sylandra grimaced at the sight of the ground looming close, and the men with guns still at hand. She marked TJ as a friendly, one person close to him, along with a bundle of something. She reached back and pulled the hoodie over the top of her head, covering all but her face. "I'm goin' out to give cover. Get tight to the ground and I'll pass the others in as they arrive." She dropped out of the airlock, rolling with the ground as she landed, and coming up into a knee-squat, targeting the guards at the back door. Two short bursts to put them back to cover or down. Then she did a quick glance back under the belly of the Witch at the single man approaching from their 9:00 position, her gun swinging over to cover him. |
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| Devil Tongue | Jul 23 2013, 10:15 AM Post #128 |
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The lone man ran closer still, and as he did so the hand that was making some sort of odd movements dropped from his chest. It was possible to see as he drew nearer that there was a hole in the armor, but not in the stranger himself. There wasn't even skin visible, but some form of black material. From the way the light reacted to it, it might even be silk. Then the guard, if that was what he was, threw away the gun he held despite being covered by Sylandra. He looked to see that the others clad like himself were down or in cover, then as he reached the side of the ship opposite the armed woman, he reached up and unlatched the helmet before pulling it off and discarding it to the ground. His identity now relieved, Slade Jackson belly crawled his way under as the Alliance had taught him, and took his feet again next to his backup and the airlock. He smiled. "Hello, Beautiful. Got room for one more?" |
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| Grav | Jul 23 2013, 02:02 PM Post #129 |
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Shielding his eyes with a free hand as the vessel dipped and hovered nearby, kicking up a small cloud of dust and debris, TK calmly made his way backwards towards the nearest hatch entrance, looking over his shoulder to Ryobi as he screamed for her to get to the hatch, before turning back and firing off the few rounds that remained in his pistol at the approaching guards. A final crack and the slide jumped back, remaining in place as the last round sped towards the remaining guards. Travis turned his back on them and ran, empty pistol in hand, to the open hatch of the Witchbreath. Spotting two of his comrades, Sylandria and a somewhat unrecognizable Slade, his spirits lifted a little, survival might not be all that impossible, however badly the mission had gone. He offered the pilot a quick, thankful nod as he jumped aboard the ship, tossing his empty sidearm to the floor and locking his fingers around the edge of the airlock. Looking back, he reached out to help the rest aboard. |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 24 2013, 01:04 AM Post #130 |
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WITCHBREATH The armored guards didn't really have much fight in them. They took to cover fast. Not only were they not getting paid enough to be facing a full fledged enemy in a fire fight, they didn't have clear instruction in just who they should be shooting at. Slade, T.K., Sylandra and Ryobi all made it just inside Witchbreath, the door shut and it took off with a shot; everyone tumbled since the anti-grav and inertia drives didn't seem to be fully poweredup. Ryobi had managed to hang on to her bag of stolen good. A little bonus. Dressed still in the tiny negligee, she was now spread out, legs spread to be rather revealing to Slade across the small deck. She close them and sat up in a most lady like manner given her revealing position a moment before. Polished in the face of difficulty, she was making the best of a still deadly situation. "So glad you brought me along, as I was say to mister..." she looked at T.K. "I think we can come to some agreement. My people have Seliator. We won't need him long, then... he's yours." She smiled sincerely HOVER The hover raced to its base ship, the firefly seen earlier by Rose and Sylandra. Silvia relaxed on the floor, felt a pin prick on her neck; which quickly made her lower extremities quite sluggish. Someone gently moved her to a semi seating and reclined position. A little head movement revealed she was leaning right next to an equally drugged but still awake Senator Seliator. "Who the hell are you?" It didn't sound as though it was meant to be all that abrubt, but situation being what it was; it did seem to be an inquiry that made some sense. rumblings of conversation from the pilot. "it's going to be close, that hornet is fast." Newton Devicci turned to look through the back window, but his question was for Silvia. "Who are those guys?" Edited by Tojoyama, Jul 24 2013, 01:04 AM.
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| MacTrom | Jul 24 2013, 01:20 AM Post #131 |
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As the guard uncapped his head, showing his face finally, Sylandra shook her head and helped him up from his crawl.
She turned back as TK approached and nodded briefly in the direction of the airlock's hatch. "Got a new sweetie? How nice." After all were back on board, she pulled her hoodie back and shook her hair loose. Slapping the hatch's controls to close, she called forward, "Both men on board. One additional. I'll be up momentarily, Mum " She dropped her weapon into her bag and dashed forward to the bridge, dropping back into the pilot's seat she told Rose, "TK came in with some woman claimin' her side has the mark. You might want t' talk to her. I'll get us back on track with the hover." |
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| Silvox | Jul 24 2013, 04:39 AM Post #132 |
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Doctor crossed her eyes and slumped her head once she was in a sitting position next to the target, a goofy smile crossing her face, Santa? she asks in a relatively confused tone, rocking her head slightly. The limp doctor had a few ideas of what she had been injected with and with the numbness she was feeling she knew she would be useless until it runs it's course, But why are we flying away? she played on the drug having a mild psychotic effect. |
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| Grav | Jul 24 2013, 01:49 PM Post #133 |
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Travis remained silent at first, glancing between Slade and Sylandria as the ship tore back up into the sky. "Agreement?" he asked, turning his attention to Ryiobi with a raised eyebrow. "You seem to be under the impression that this is some sort of 'deal'. You're alive because I allowed it, and if you want to remain this way you'll tell us exactly where your people are taking Seliator." He looked down at his feet, where the empty pistol lay, then back up to their new prisoner before reaching down and picking it up. TK rolled his neck from side to side and took a long breath. "Where's the Doc?" he then asked aloud. |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 26 2013, 01:22 AM Post #134 |
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Hover "Help me." said Seliator. "I'll make you rich." he had managed to squirm next to Silvia and whispered in her ear. "A palace, your very own unicorns and fairies to see to your every... whim." He sat back up away from her. Apparently he was having some hallicinatory deviations from reality. Newton, after finishing talking with the pilot, squatted next to Silvia. He held her tight and strapped them in. "You can have Santa when we Drow are finished with him. Now relax, it's going to be a bad landing." Witchbreath Bridge The hover was flying to fast for anything except a near suicidal barn swallow maneuver. Sylandra could risk giving the hover a last little bump, but it would likely result in a head on with the fast approaching Firefly. Witchbreath Aft "As you say." said Ryobi. "I'll do whatever it takes." She bowed her head in submission. Rose arrived aft at Sylandra's suggestion. Travis picked up the gun. Slade was not far away. Rose entered, saw Ryobi, Rose's eyes went wide at the recognition. Renwick went for her pistol as fast as she could. She was good, not hesitant. But not fast enough. Ryobi kicked Travis in the side of the head and lept forward in a dive and leapt at Rose. The gun went off, but missed. Ryobi moved just enough and crashed into Rose, tossing her back against the bulkhead. Then Ryobi was away, Rose's gun kicked out of her hand. The speedy woman seemed to go horizontal as she pushed off a wall and jumped at Slade. ![]() Tojo |
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| Devil Tongue | Jul 26 2013, 03:04 AM Post #135 |
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Slade got knocked on his rear end as the ship took off; he landed in a clattering heap of loose armor but managed to keep his head from hitting the floor. As it happened his eyes let upon a pleasant site of the scantily clad woman spread before him. He would have in a normal situation helped her up, introduced himself, and let his devil's tongue go to work. However, the mission was not yet over as the mark was still alive as far as any knew, and they still had a member of their team to pick up. So Jackson let the opportunity go past. There was always the possibility there might be another later. The sniper heaved himself to his feet, and began to shed his stolen armor as though he were molting. It clattered to the deck and quickly he was back in his normal attire, which from the smile on his face he seemed to prefer. He picked up his hat from where he had left it weighed down by his carpet bag, and slipped it in place upon his head. Then he reached into the bag itself and began fiddling with something. When the shot rang out, the killer smoothly turned and raised something to his shoulder; his Alliance grade rifle from the War. He'd assembled and loaded it while over events in the ship unfolded. He saw a nearly naked form coming fast for him, and fired. |
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| MacTrom | Jul 26 2013, 04:30 AM Post #136 |
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Sylandra watched the hover speeding toward a meet with the firefly even as she swiveled the nose of the Witch back toward the hover's last position. "Oh, no, you don't!" She pushed hard on the thrusters, bringing the nose up to seek just a bit more altitude. Climbing at full thrust, the Witch rose hard; a good thing the artificial grav compensated and prevented the crew in the cargo from being bounced around. At a thousand feet, she dropped the nose and the ship started her screaming dive at the intersection of firefly and hover. Looks like he's tryin' a barn swallow... But Syl had other ideas. |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 31 2013, 02:41 AM Post #137 |
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Witchbreath A barn swallow maneuver it was, and it failed. (leave it to mactrom for details) The Hover just somehow managed to avoid a crash with both the firefly and the hornet; then veered off in on down the valley, then took a sudden right turn and disappeared into ... the side of the cliff. =================================== Slade's shot hit home, despite Ryobi twisting in mid aid the bullet from the rifle torn down her body. It enter the top of her front left should, ripping the muscles and sliding down her tricep, scraped bone and locked in the inside joint of her left elbow. The pain caused her to double over in mid air and fall with a thud. Rose kicked her in the face and pinned her other arm. "Tie her up!" she yelled as though with a panic. She looked up at the others. "She's still dangerous." There was a desparate plea on Rose Renwick's face, as cool as ice was all they had seen. Now she was worried they had some sort of ... of what. Ryobi screamed and rolled and kicked from the incredibly painful wound. ====================================== HOVER The hover shifted, turned, and even with a little grav plating to soften the turn; the hover suddenly veered into a parking garage built into the side of the valley cliff. There was room for a small ship to enter, like a hornet. "Let's go." Someone ran out of the hover. Someone grabbled Seliator and followed. Newton tossed Silvia over his shoulder and followed. The five stood a moment. Then the three kidnappers seemed to agree. They raced to yellow hover. The driver jumped in front. Newton and the other fell into the back of the extremely expensive private luxury vehicle. The hover started up and took off down a tunnel. A tunnel too small for a hornet. The garage was filled with numerous other vehicles. Most of which were sporty and fast. |
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| Silvox | Jul 31 2013, 04:11 AM Post #138 |
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The doctor just looked at Seliator, forcing herself into a dazed look while she just smirked, But the brain banana is split with the foul stench. She leaned back and rocked herself slightly after being strapped in, I like the green room, not the white room. |
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| Grav | Jul 31 2013, 10:56 AM Post #139 |
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Travis fell to the floor as their new hostage kicked at him and dove for Rose. He rolled onto his back and scrambled across the decking, fingers stretching out to reach for his sidearm. By the time he'd secured it and turned back, the woman lay wounded and writhing on the floor. He rose to his feet and stepped toward her. "Now that was a very stupid thing to do, wasn't it?" he asked aloud, glancing from side to side as he ensured the others were alright. "I do appreciate the effort though." he quickly added under his breath. "Come on, lets get her down to the medbay and secured." he said, looking to Slade as he reached down to took hold of the screaming Ryobi |
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| MacTrom | Jul 31 2013, 10:57 AM Post #140 |
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Sylandra rolled the Witchbreath sideways as she came driving down on the meeting of the hover and the blackened Firefly. As the cockpit of the 'Fly grew closer, she could see the pilot of the opposing vessel look up at the last moment, to see the nose of the Hornet in collision course, and panicked into swerving away. The hover, realizing that to continue course would have resulted in being smashed into the ground, pulled a hasty evasion maneuver and then to speed away to safety elsewhere. Syl pulled up and banked to avoid the evading Firefly, and cut back on the thrusters to bring the Witch into a momentary hover. Seeing the small vehicle ducking into a side passage, she pushed forward into pursuit. "Boss, we got a sitch' here! Looks like he ducked inta' a side passage!" |
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