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| The Emergence of the Proteon Corporation | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 28 2009, 10:07 PM (142 Views) | |
| Deuce | Aug 28 2009, 10:07 PM Post #1 |
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A god among ants. Yes, that sounded appropriate. After all, what would a man who ran the world's largest and most powerful bio-tech company in the world would think. The potential of the human body was limitless. Everyday, average people could supersede the upper limits of human strength and lift cars above their heads. A human could fall from a plane flying thousands of feet and suffer no more than minor bruises. The body placed limits on itself, knowing somehow at what point would damage be caused and halt it. Jedis strove to bypass that natural block and exceed the body's limitations. This precise idea is what drove Jedis to the heights he had reached. But not all are meant to possess such knowledge. Not out of any reason of morality but of a lack of ingenuity and the proper handling. Overall, people were nothing more than a flock of sheep, guided by whatever hand was powerful enough to lead. Only a strong few were able to rise above the sheep and become the wolves. These wolves picked and chose what they wanted from the world, worrying little about the consequences of their actions. Then, a few of these wolves are smarter, faster, stronger, and better than the others. These became the herders and hunters, those with the knowledge and power to give and take as they would. Jedis was that hunter. On the surface, the Proteon Corporation was one of the only companies who consistently utilized gene therapy, cloned organs and medicine, and stem cell research with amazing results. Millions of lived have been saved because of the grand work done by the Proteon Corporation. Why stop there? Why not rise above the ants? Genetic engineering, nanotechnology, cybernetics were the future. The peons didn't need to know about any of that. No, governments would play fortunes for weapons that could devastate and soldiers who were almost impossible to kill. Bio-weapons which could reduce a continent to ash. This was the true face, the one beneath Proteon's public image. Jedis would be a fool to not experiment on himself. Through massive re-coding of his own DNA along with other enhancements, Jedis was indeed a god among ants. But it was not until the discovery of a wealth of knowledge from an ancient tome that truly expanded his horizons. Such forbidden fruits to bear! The writer or writers of this passage had knowledge of the human body unrivaled by today's standards, even beyond Jedis's copious amounts of gathered information. For now, Jedis sat in the boardroom inside of his mansion, awaiting his 2:30 appointment. A knock came at the door to the room and in walked a simple-looking man dressed in a business suit, carrying a black, leather briefcase. The man nodded at Jedis and opened the briefcase, removing its contents. Several black folders, each labeled with names in giant red, bold letters. Jedis handled the first one, labeled "Craetos". "Tell me of the updates, please." "Not so well, sir. The recent genetic samplings have shown few exceptional results. The rate of degradation accelerates after seven days of activity and then fails completely. We have had some success using a less effective nano-coding but we are far from any applications from this project." "Very well. And how about the Trojan Longarm Rifles?" The man shifted uneasily in his seat. "They are...gone, sir." Jedis turned to face the man, his eyebrows perked up. "A party or parties unknown has broken into the weapon's lab and stolen our only working prototype." "Very well. What about the final topic of discussion tonight?" "We may have a lead, sir. Somewhere in Western Asia we have located a temple which shares common markers with your text." "Good. Now leave me. And please contact the Technocracy and the Highborne Sect. We have work to do." |
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| Deuce | Sep 1 2009, 11:36 PM Post #2 |
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The extensive groundwork for many of Jedis's plans were already laid in place before his arrival into the city. His entrance into the circle of power would not go unnoticed but could be lessened or redirected. Money was of course no concern and certain criminal elements now took orders from him and his representatives. They were instructed to cause chaos and havoc with a little bit of assistance from Proteon Corp. tech. This would be just the first phase of his plans. But all things would come in their due time and Jedis was nothing if not patient when it came to getting what was deserved. Jedis's key assistant in governing the street-level crime was one of his trusted employees, Inako Uri, a man hailing from one of Proteon's Japanese branches. Inako voluntarily underwent painful surgeries and genetic reconfigurations in exchange for great power. Now, he was able to blend into and even become shadow. His skin had taken on a deep indigo shade, making it very difficult to see him in low light. Sitting at his desk, enjoying a one hundred year old bottle of wine well preserved, Jedis focused on the logistics of the first phase of his plans. It was night outside, though Jedis hardly took notice, so focused was he. So when he heard a rustle in the far corner of his office, he was less than surprised to become aware of the darkening shadow. "You are slipping, Inako." "Hardly, sir. I have been in this room for many minutes now. I even enjoyed a glass of your fine wine." "I was aware of that. You did notice the second glass set out for you." "I did, sir. I thank you for that." "So tell me, Inako, what is the word on the street, to use youthful vernacular." "Going perfectly, sir. Crime is up approximately 23% since your arrival. The law enforcement and so called heroes have been kept very busy. Power readings are still being taken, of course. But there is a problem with your son." "Hmm?" "Your son has been causing our groups on the ground much trouble. We know it was him and possibly others who hijacked the prototype of the Trojan Longarm rifle. Two of your Proteon Soldiers have been killed in battle with him. He is very resourceful." "You do not need to inform me of my progeny's ingenuity." Inako bowed. "I apologize, sir. There is one more piece of information which I am sure you are aware of. We have stepped on some toes and have angered the locals. Within the next few days, I suspect you will receive word of a request to meet with some of the more influential people in the city." "As expected. Inako, return to your duties and keep me up to date." "Yes, sir." Jedis returned to his work, not needed to see Inako fade away into the shadows once more. Yes, there was a long road ahead. |
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| Batguy | Sep 6 2009, 08:32 AM Post #3 |
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"Jameson, get me everything available about Proteon." "Yes Mr. Bryce." The aide barely paused in his work, seamlessly working a new search window onto the touch screen while furiously typing with the other. "Only legitimate, or anything untoward?" "Everything, Jameson." "I don't like Mycea's style, Jameson," Shane Bryce said, scanning over the information as it was brought up. One of the only policies Nicholi and I agree upon is that you at least announce your presence to other corporate heads before opening a company hub in their home town. It's a measure of respect, even if your sole intent is to grind the other business into a fine powder and scatter it across the wind. What he's done is imply that we aren't even worthy of his notice." "A dangerous mistake, I should say, sir," Jameson replied, continuing with his work. "A proud and confident one, Jameson," Shane responded in turn. "Proteon is the top of its field. It is to genetics what we are to computers and robotics. Anything other than public knowledge yet?" "Very little sir," Jameson said, pouring over the data. "Tentative links to less savory actions and companies, but nothing that would do more than cause wrinkles in their public relations department." "Very well," Shane sighed. "That's enough. See if you can schedule me a meeting with Mr. Mycea, woud you? I'm sure Nicholi has already done the same." And afterwards, I'll see what the Ghost and I can dig up a little more discreetly... |
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| Deuce | Sep 7 2009, 01:32 AM Post #4 |
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Jedis was stripped down to nothing more than a pair of loose-fitted workout pants. His fine, corded muscles bunched and flexed as he hammered blow after blow into the lumpy punching bag. Of course for a man who could lift a tank over his head without breaking a sweat, that man would need special equipment. This bag was extra special for so many reasons. Idly waiting in the shadows of the gym, flitting in and out of sight, Inako paced around the room. Jedis waved him over and motioned for him to open up the bag. Inako nodded and removed a long-bladed katana from out of thin air. He sliced cleanly into the leather, spilling out the contents onto the gym mat floor. A bloodied mess of a man tumbled out into a heap at Jedis's feet. His face was swollen and bruised, a mottled mess of purple and black. Blood began pooling from wounds all over. Jedis knelt down and laid his hands across his knees, staring at the man with a smile. "Pathetic mess," he said. Jedis grabbed the man by the hair and yanked him sharply into the air, eliciting a scream of pain. "Do you understand the price you are now paying for your indiscretion?" The man gurgled and spit up a gob of blood at his feet. His head lolled to the right, eyes blinking erratically. "This is disappointing. I had truly, truly hoped that you would divulge who sent you to scrutinize my company. My plans for this city are far grander than you or your employer could ever imagine. Inako, when bringing in this young man, did he speak of anything at all? Any ramblings or sad attempts at saving his doomed life?" "Yes, sir, he did say something about Icarus, whatever that may be. He possessed no identification of any sort. We found him asking too many questions concerning us on the streets. I deemed it prudent to bring him to your attention." "And right you were. Take him to the lab for processing. Subject him to the Craetos sequence. They can always use fresh genetic materials down there." "As you wish, sir." Jedis dropped the man to the ground, who by now had passed out. Inako grabbed one of his ankles and began dragging him away and out of the room. Jedis grabbed a towel lying on a chair and wiped the sweat from his upper body. After taking a sip from a water bottle, Jedis grabbed his cell phone and pressed a button. "Yes, what is it?" he asked angrily. "A meeting with who? Who is this Shane? A meeting?" Jedis chuckled to himself. "Very well. Make an appointment with this Shane and let us see what he has to say. Make sure to have the Hounds on the ready. Hunter could use some time out and about, I imagine." |
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| daioni | Sep 7 2009, 04:54 PM Post #5 |
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Noc listened in on the transmission, all but invisble hanging upsidedown on the ajacent building. While the rest of the city knew nothing about Jedis, only the public face of a new company, Noc was well aware of the shady deals. Even before his reassignment, the higher ups had had their eye on him. Of course the government couldn't officially get involved in cases like this, not enough evidense to convict him, yet. Which is why his less then legal methods were needed. Even this 'comrades' in the Silver shield knew nothing of his true mission. Well, most of them anyway, he wasn't sure about the Mercurian. While he had been taught methods to keep telepaths out of his head enough to keep the top secret secret, he wasn't sure how effective they would be against an alien, not that he was giving any reason for them to suspect. All they knew was he was a new member, another hero looking to join their ranks, but his black ops background was off the record. Eventually, they would need to clip Jedis wings, and for that, he would need to contact a few 'buddies' from the old days. He wondered if the guy was still going about in a bat suit, or wither he had upgraded his wardrobe... |
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| Deuce | Sep 12 2009, 02:11 AM Post #6 |
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"Perfect, just perfect." Jedis said to himself. It was Monday and this day was when Jedis liked to personally observe the many experiements occuring in his labs. He stopped in front of one in particular. It was a large cylinder containing a clear, greenish liquid. Inside the liquid, suspended in the solution and attached to various wires and hoses, was the same man whom only days before Jedis had sent to the lab after beating him almost to death. A clipboard hanging on the front of the tube read "Craetos Experiment #1908". He casually flipped through the information on the experiement. "Mutation rate is as expected. Muscle mass has already increased by 30%. Regenerative capabilities not up to where we expected but physical durability should be able to shrug off some heavy weapons fire. Mental state still not functioning as expected but should be completely fixed in a matter of days. Expected timeline of first field test three days regardless of mental state." A scientist came ambling over, a noticable limp in his right leg. The man pushed a pair of wire-rim glasses up a bit on his nose and regarded Jedis with casual nod. "Welcome sir. This subject may be our first success as of yet. The genetic mutations are holding and I believe..." "I read the notes. Just have it done. I am growing tired of waiting for results and reading about what-ifs and could-be's. If this one fails, then you will be the next experiment." If the scientist was affected at all by the threat, he did well to hide it. The scientist turned around and returned over to a lab table covered in notes and containers. He did feel a slight lessening of stress when he saw Jedis leaving the lab finally. "Phew, that was a close one," the scientist said. The scientist removed his glasses and lab coat and brushed his hands over his hair, removing a very fine wig. The limp disappeared and the man removed a strange, hollowed out crystal from a desk drawer, placing it near a computer terminal. Next to it, he placed a portable laptop computer and began punching away at the keys. After a few moments. The man closed the laptop and replaced the crystal into a compartment on his leg. "Got it. Icarus should be very happy about this one," Kyle Renquist said. Taking out a small rod from his hip, he aimed it high towards an open vent. The grapnel line shot out silently, the titanium tip sticking into the roof of the vent on the inside and began to swing up on the line. He crawled into the vent and disappeared without a sound. Moments later, an older man with a pronounced limp shuffled over to the desk and noticed the computer there turned on, the notes for the nearby Craetos experiment lying next to it. Scratching his head, he shrugged his shoulders and continued on with his work, wondering when Jedis would make his weekly visit. |
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| Deuce | Sep 15 2009, 06:11 PM Post #7 |
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"We are ready, sir. The subjects have been prepared for our first field test. They are at around forty-percent effectiveness but we here are all confident here that they will serve our purposes well." Jedis looked over the crop of genetic soldiers, the very first successful line of his Craetos experiment. Their strength was prodigious. They could withstand heat, cold, electricity, force. But they were incomplete. Any experiment has to be properly tested and refined in order to discover any flaws or weaknesses inherent in the creation. Genetics was very much like computer programming in that way. Bugs or errors could pop up and create havoc. And with the costs of this project already skyrocketing into the billions, failure was not an option. Five viable subjects were ready and able to be sent out into the city. Jedis had personally reviewed each step of the creation and gene therapy process. These five were the best suited. With the powers in the city, they would be pushed to their limits. Of course, there were more than a few surprises in store for anyone thinking them to be nothing more than mindless beasts. They were to be monitored at all times and were to be tracked by his own personal bodyguard, Hunter, and his Hounds. "I want them planted around the city and released upon my command only. Is that understood?" All the scientists nodded. Phase One was now over. Phase Two would begin in six hours. |
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| The Royall J | Sep 28 2009, 08:30 AM Post #8 |
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Vimes did his rounds through the city and decided to head into the Upper Class District as well just in case he could dig up something else about the Proteon Corporation. He knew they were involved in alot of different illegal things, but he didn't have any proof. Everything he dug up implied that their CEO had no idea what was going on. Vimes didn't buy it, but he still couldn't prove it. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, watching through the smoke at a four man team of people garbed in black with what looked like some serious hardware. "Time to go to work" he mumbled. He walked into a different alley way and came out near the mouth of the alley the team went into. Without any warning he pulled the pipe from his coat and smashed it into the helmet of a passing soldier. Vimes didn't even think beyond that he simply acted tearing into the group like a mad wolverine until he was thrown across the alley way by one of them and then they all opened fire. Diving behind a dumpster he coughed through the smoke of burning garbage as their weapons burned through the dumpster. "Fantastic" he mumbled to plan out his next move. |
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| Batguy | Sep 28 2009, 02:57 PM Post #9 |
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Luckily for Vimes, BatGuy had been lurking nearby. Taser darts hit the gunman in the middle, and BatGuy dropped down onto a second; the remaining pair and slammed their heads together like two coconuts. Some zip ties and gags to restrain and muffle them, and BatGuy tossed the four one by one into the dumpster. "Do you ever bother to check to see how well armed your opponent is?" he asked Vimes, helping the other hero off the ground. "Bringing a pipe to a gunfight is usually suicide." "I was about to call you anyway," BatGuy. "Mycea bothers me; He's too clean to be this big. I'm sure you've come to the same conclusion. I figure between me bypassing the security and you making the deductions we should be able to bring him down hard if we need to." |
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| Deuce | Sep 28 2009, 11:23 PM Post #10 |
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Kyle observed the interaction from a rooftop across the street from the alley where he and the other odd individual took down the assault team. He adjusted the sight on his Longarm sniper rifle and gave a quick glance around the area. The scope he was currently using had a great range but he spotted nothing unusual. The intel Icarus gave to him about the Hound teams was a bit off. Normally, about now, according to what the Hounds M.O. was if contact was not made every few minutes, all teams in the vicinity would converge. Judging by the data Icarus had, these teams were sighted in all parts of the city and no more than a few miles apart. So if this info was all correct, there would be company soon. Sighting again with his scope, he turned the rifle south, looking down the street. No vehicles were sighted. Scanning north, he spotted movement. Four figures dashing across the rooftops impossibly fast at a distance of three miles and gaining fast. Whipping back to the south, he spotted another set of four and they were only a few blocks away. This was becoming a very bad situation very fast. Kyle broke down the Longarm into its case resting nearby and slung it across his shoulder. He was only three stories up and the street was not that wide. He could make the jump but it might hurt. Time was of the essence. He took a couple of steps back, shook out the mental cobwebs and ran full out. His left foot hit the edge of the rooftop and he soared outward, feeling the strong gust of air blow by his face. The ground was coming up very fast but thankfully, there was a lightpost in his path. He reached out, grabbed the lightpost,swung up and around it twice before dramatically dismounting close by the two individuals. The shock of the landing stunned him momentarily. "Uh, hi guys. I saw your run in here with the Hounds but in about, oh say, thirty seconds or so, there are going to be alot more of them here. Um, Ghost, is it? Something like that? I think you might have recieved word from my handler, Icarus. I have been following you for about an hour or so. Sorry for the secrecy." Kyle turned to the other man and extended his hand. "Hi, Kyle Renquist. Now lets run for our lives!" Edited by Deuce, Sep 28 2009, 11:24 PM.
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| Deuce | Oct 13 2009, 01:43 PM Post #11 |
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Kyle pulled both of his new friends down to the ground. Seconds after, the alleyway was being riddled with armor-piercing rounds from all around them. Kyle took out his Duveki X-1s and returned fire as best he could. Kyle removed his cufflinks and hurled them as high as he could. The hidden smoke bombs exploded, sending out a thick cloud of black smoke that obscured the air. The bullets from above stopped momentarily. "Nightvisiion goggles won't help now, huh, you bastards!" Kyle yelled out. The smoke would only last about thirty seconds or so, just enough time to get the hell out of there. With only seconds to go, Kyle nodded to the pair and dashed off, leaping up to grab a low-hanging fire escape ladder. He pulled himself up three rungs at a time until reaching the balcony attached to it. The roof was still high up. Perching himself on the edge of the balcony, Kyle prepped himself for the jump and leapt out, grabbing onto a window sill ten feet above and across the alley from him. The smoke was starting to clear up and Kyle could now make out a dozen forms decked out in black outfits, encircling them. The building was pitted from years of wear and Kyle scaled the rest of the distance by hand. He reached the lip of the roof and pulled himself over onto the roof. Staying low, he activated the stealth function of his suit, his form shimmering until it appeared as if nothing was there. Six of the Hounds stood, weapons drawn and fingers at the ready. Kyle thought about his plan of attack and knew that he could take out at least three in a matter of seconds. Sneaking up behind them, he managed to overhear some radio chatter coming from a com-set. "Found em. We've got three powers down below, surrounded." "Affirmative, will hold them here until it arrives." Bull, that's gonna happen. Kyle deactivated the cloak and raised both his guns to the backs of two of the Hounds' heads. He pulled the triggers and the two Hounds dropped, a clean shot to the back of their heads. The other Hounds immediately trained their weapons onto Kyle. Ducking down and planting his hands, Kyle kicked out his legs and forced the Hounds back. He somersaulted backwards and shot back into their midst before they could open fire. The Hounds dropped their guns and advanced on Kyle. One kicked out but Kyle backstepped and instinctively dropped down, avoiding a second attack from behind. A fist connected with Kyle, sending him sprawling to the ground. The other Hounds rushed forward but Kyle was waiting. He leaped up and snapped his leg out, connecting hard agains the jaw, stunning the Hound. He swayed out of the path of a punch, stepping into the Hound's reach, grasping the arm tightly. He kicked at a Hound's chest behind him, stunning the man. Kyle yanked the arm out wide, stepped underneath it, and clasped it tightly to the man's back. From the side, a Hound retrieved his weapon and aimed it at Kyle. Kyle shoved his human shield forward and leap frogged high over his shoulders and extending his foot. He landed a solid hit and the Hound stumbled backwards towards the edge of the roof and fell. Removing his last two smoke bombs, he dashed them against the ground and leaped off the roof down towards the alley. "Umm, now would be good to leave." |
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| daioni | Oct 16 2009, 02:28 AM Post #12 |
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Noc had been listening in on the goings on. Seems that fashion styles hadn't gone out yet, cowls and masks were still all the rage in silver city. He positioned hiself in line of the small groups path, hanging in the shadows until they were beneath his posiotion. "Nice ot see you again." he said, echoing his voice around the alley, giving the group enough warning before spreading his wings and dropping to a glide down in front of them. "Cool addition to the mask." he said to Batguy, noting the new sound proof insulation and voice modulation devices. It would have helped in the old days. "Good to know I made an impression." his tone only slightly hinted at humor, however, it quickly shifted to a more serious pattern, Batguy's equiptment would pick up a high freqency spike in sonic frequencies, as Noc created a noise that would distort any recording devices trying to take note of the rest of the conversation. Noc continued, resonating his voice frequencies so that only only BatGuy and Ghost could hear his message. Kyle was too much of a risk at the moment, even CIA had to be kept in the dark on this transaction of information to ensure deniability. "Do not respond to what I say next, no one can here this but you two. In the dumpster two alleys down, there is a package containing a detailed record on the real goings on of the Proteon Coperation. A scanner has been set with your biometrics to allow you access. After you have recorded this, the hardrive is set to self degaussing. You did not recieve this information from me." At the same time, Noc was imputting a second layer of sound inbetween words on a seperate frequeny, so that to other listening ears he said, "I heard you guys put together your own group. Something about a magic user and a telepath. I don't suppose you recognize me though since last time I was a bit more 'batty' then I was then. Noc if you remember. Looks like your in a bit of trouble, need a hand? Or do you have it handled?" |
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| Deuce | Oct 18 2009, 12:47 AM Post #13 |
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"Sir, the Hounds have engaged with Powers. This is the perfect opportunity," the man called Hunter spoke into a walkie-talkie. Geared in a suit of specialized power armor, Hunter held back while looking on as his Hounds were surrounding the alleyway where three targets, all whom possessed powers, were fighting. Other squads would be converging on the situation, cutting off any route of escape. Though the targets were resourceful, especially the one who tangled on the rooftop with one Pack of Hounds, this was not about killing them. No, this was about tst subjects. Namely, those three. In a matter of moments, the Experiments would be on their way. Hunter's job was simple: Observe and report the field combat ability of the Experiments. "Confirmed, Hunter. Release Pod #X-1524 on location. Make sure all sensors are primed and ready, otherwise Mr. Mycea will have our asses." " Don't worry. They won't be going anywhere." Hunter pressed a button on his forearm. SOmewhere, a few blocks away, an explosion was heard. A bestial roar boomed into the night air. "Craetos Experiment #1 released. All sensors engaged and ready to record, Inako." Moments away and the beast would tear through that alley, killing anything in its way, Hounds or otherwise. |
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| Batguy | Oct 20 2009, 06:56 PM Post #14 |
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BatGuy grabbed the Ghost and activated his thrusters, sending the two of them to the rooftop level. Gravel and dust crunched under their feet as they dropped a few inches onto the roof, followed shortly by the explosion. "Dammit," BatGuy muttered. He turned to Vimes and leaned in close. "I'm going to try for the package Noc left us. I'm better equipped to handle and escape whatever that thing is. You keep an eye on Bond, James Bond here; try not to pipe him too hard if he tries something, because we might want to ask him questions." BatGuy leapt down again into the alley, activating all of his visual scanners and layering them. There was a large heat source coming his way, but it was still a block or more off and around a corner. He figured he'd have plenty of time if he didn't stall, but then the bio-energy field spiked and the heat source plowed straight through the building at BatGuy. BatGuy just barely avoided having his head knocked from his shoulders, ducking just in the nick of time. He had to tuck and roll under the backswing, and he darted quickly between the monster's lgs and past it towards Noc's package. BatGuy stooped just long enough to grab the hard drive, and had to jump into the air to avoid another fist careening through the air at him. The pavement where he had been standing exploded on the impact, and BatGuy activated his thrusters and flew upwards out of the creature's reach as he jacked into the hard drive and began a data dump into Shane-Tech's satellite system. He pushed his thrusters to the limit and flew around to where Vimes and the 'Secret Agent' were roof-jumping to get away. "This is too dangerous, Ghost," BatGuy said, knowing full well that Vimes probably wouldn't listen; still he couldn't in good conscience let his friend go into a situation this deadly without trying to dissuade him. "We need Freedom or Tiny to fight that thing head on, given its strength. I could probably knock it out of commission, but I don't know what kind of constitution is has. Go with Bond, see if you can find more about what this is, what it can do. I'll try and stall it so you can escape." BatGuy broke off and started running back the way he came. The creature had jumped onto a roof three buildings back, and BatGuy wished the damn moon would come out so he could get a better look at it; night vision was fuzzy with the cloud cover and the streetlights in the background, and none of the other imaging gave anything more than basic shape. He charged the beast, firing a concussion grenade at its face as he ran and trying the same tuck and roll between its legs. The creature howled in rage as the grenade exploded, but whirled around with surprising speed and grabbed BatGuy's leg as he was scrambling to his feet. With a vicious overhand swing, the beast slammed BatGuy through the rooftop and into the building below, actually breaking through the floor of the third story and landing in a pile of rubble in the middle of a second floor office. "You learn quick, don't you, Kraetos," BatGuy muttered, climbing out of the pile as his visor ran an overlay of the experiment hypothesis and planned enhancements. He made a mental note to thank Noc when he got out of this. The ceilign exploded to his left and the creature dropped into the office, its eyes gleaming in the dark. "Make that if I survive," he muttered t himself, as the creature grabbed him around the waist and threw him through the wall into the street. |
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| Deuce | Oct 21 2009, 10:50 PM Post #15 |
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"Sh..." Kyle almost yelled out as he skidded to a sudden stop three rooftops away from where the weird guy in the armor collapsed into the building below. That huge monstrosity could have been a human at some point but was unrecognizable. It easily manhandled the weird guy, probably nearly crushing him. "That must be the Craetos thing the files mentioned." With only a matter of seconds to think, Kyle dropped his clips out and slammed fresh ones in their places. Never one to leave a soldier behind, Kyle turned back and rushed back towards the collapsed roof where the pair fell through. "WAIT!!!" Kyle heard screaming in his communications earpiece. "What? Sir? What is it?" Kyle asked of Icarus, his handler. "Bring that creature to the rooftops if you can." "Why?" "For line of sight." Not quite understanding what Icarus was talking about, Kyle nonetheless made his way back to the gaping whole in the roof of what appeared to be a small office building. A loud "crash" and Kyle ran to the edge of the roof, seeing a sprawl of concrete, metal, a guy in a suit of armor, and a giant blasting through the wall. Kyle spun and fired off a pair of bullets, striking down an intrepid Hound attempting to sneak up on him. Picking out his path, Kyle skipped, jumped, slid, and partially ran down the shattered front of the building until his feet touched ground. Up close, the Craetos, or whatever it was really called, resembled a twisted version of a human if they were inflated by an air pump. it was disgusting. Taking aim with his guns, Kyle flicked a switch on them and unleashed a full-auto spray. The bullets tore into the thick, muscled flesh but oddly drawing no blood from any of the wounds. It did, however, succeed in drawing the attention of the creature. "Oh sh.." Kyle instantly turned on his heels and bounced high in the air, flying off the rubble of the office building. A gust of air behind him and Kyle surely felt the rush of wind as the creature's hand was just a hair's breadth from grabbing his ankle. Another familiar gust and Kyle instinctively pushed off with his legs and somersaulted backwards out into the air. Kyle reached for his grappeling line and fired it up high, the tip easily piercing through the foundation. The arc brought him dangerously close to smashing against the street but after pressing a button, the line instantly began retracting and dragged him straight up again, though at a sharp angle. Worried that he might smash against the side, Kyle altered his ascent and aimed straight at the Craetos beast, Hoping and praying that his timing was perfect, the beast turned his way and leapt out at him. At the last possible moment, Kyle braced his feet and smashed hard against the top of its skull, giving him the momentum he needed to clear the roof. The beast, now completely focused on him, unleashed a beastial roar and was making a beeline for him. Kyle, having cleared the roof, opened comms to Icarus. "I'm here," he said, slightly out of breath at the rapid exersion, and loaded up the last ammo clips he had. The beast landed hard on the roof, its mass destabilizing the already dangerous foundation. "Sir?" "Duck" was all Kyle heard before dropping to the ground flat. A muzzle flash from a distance away boomed like supersonic missle. The beast, rushing at him, only steps away. Kyle tried to roll out of the way but the beast was too close to avoid its massive reach. A colossal explosion boomed overhead. The full weight of the beast tumbled onto him. Kyle was about to be crushed to death by its bulk. But instead, the beast continued stumbling beyond Kyle, straight towards the very hole it had created before in battling the guy in the armored suit. Kyle took a brave peek up and just before the beast fell, noticed that it no longer had a head on top of its shoulders. Kyle was in shock. Then a voice spoke over his comm system. Kyle could tell it was a broadband wave; everybody within range could hear it. " This is a message to Jedis's forces. Leave here immediately or I assure you that none of you will leave here alive." The threat was spoken evenly and with a cold, calculating tone. Kyle knew without a doubt that Icarus could easily kill them all or a fly buzzing by his ear. Kyle stood up and made his way back down to the ground to check on the armored guy. Kyle reached his hand out to help the man up. Kyle's earpiece was buzzing again. "Bring them back to HQ, Kyle. We need to pool our resources." Kyle did not respond but awaited, his hand extended out. Three more players had been pulled into the private war of Icarus and the Proteon Corporation. This was not new to him but the Ghost, this armored guy, and a mysterious creature who had flown overhead, were new blood. They would be drawn together from now on. Jedis was unforgiving and eternally ruthless. They were all now targets of the Proteon Corporation. Edited by Deuce, Oct 21 2009, 10:51 PM.
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