After listening to the enforcers explain the security features within the ship, the Colonel rubbed his chin thoughtfully, leaving a smear of blood behind. "[Fair enough, Mr. Lion. The health of your crew is in your hands; I would advise against any more trickery.]"
Major Myrno and one of the blackjackets walked over to Dwan. "Turns out we need you after all, barkeep. So says the robot, anyway." Once Dwan was untied and the rest of the group was up on their feet, he summarized: "All seven of you, and twenty of us, are going into this ship. The chief enforcer needs each of you to enter your security code or else there will be trouble. There won't be trouble. Understood?" The crew responded with hateful silence, which was apparently good enough for the Major.
At the top of the ramp into the hangar, a drone awaited with a keypad. One by one, starting with Lion, each crewmember signed into the ship. They all waited to proceed until Lion had entered the control room and deactivated the lockdown condition, acceptable by the system now that all crew was accounted for. As soon as the blackjackets entered the hangar, they began to notice something was off about this vessel. It was clean inside- far too clean for such an old ship. The equipment, from wall-to-wall, was fresh and up to date as well, and numerous quality vehicles were in place. There was even a brand new tank. Just what sort of vessel was this?
The invaders were divided into four teams of five which would search different portions of the ship:
-Major Myrno would be accompanied by Jeremy and Lion. His task would be to download any relevant information from the archives before reporting to the ship's storage compartment.
-Lieutenant Rask's team would be accompanied by Sledge and Dwan, in order to check the crew quarters and the captain's quarters for anything interesting. His group was considered "at large," and could pursue any suspicions.
-Lieutenant Damya's team would be sent to the armory and security areas with Varn and Iska. Weapons deemed "too dangerous" to be held by private interest forces would be seized.
-Colonel Vorokar's team would explore the science and engineering departments, looking for anything useful or enlightening that HarkArk might have at their disposal. After all, he could see evidence of this crew's advanced technology anywhere he looked. Of course, Yanim would be brought along in this group.
Surprisingly, even as they reviewed the ship's maps and organized their search, it took quite a while before the realization set in that this ship was, in fact, the true Archius, but when it did, the blackjackets suddenly grew much more excited than before, much more anxious to tear the place apart and learn all of its secrets... [I]especially[/I] the method by which the ship was disguised this whole time.
Vorokar sent a strongly-worded message to the crew of the Perikal, asking how their sensors had not detected this camouflage technology.
---
20 blackjackets were onboard the Archius. 8 were stationed at the docking platform to guard the entrances to both ships. 6 were guarding the civilians in the market. The final two were stationed inside the station's control room, monitoring communications and radio chatter. Something odd was happening to the network. Their devices were chiming about an unknown ship; they were barely able to see it on the station's radar. "[Colonel,]" one said into his communicator, "[we're picking up a double-zero here, possible unauthorized access in progress.]"
Dwan, having managed to calm himself enough to get rid of his rainbow eyes, was untied and forced to accompany some loser lieutenant and his team. "If this bastard makes even one move at my bar, I'll kill him!", he thought to himself as he shot daggers at Rask.
---
Meanwhile, back at the Golden Wave's W-01. Several members of the crew had joined Aver Lagul and Nokhea's attempts to figure out what was going on at the station purely through visual means. They still didn't have any idea what was going on there. "Captain, it seems another group took control of the security system on the station as we attempted to crack it.", a bridge member stated. Lagul, growing frustrated, just told the bridge crew to work harder at it.
Lion halted just outside the archive. He turned to Jeremy and the Major. "[Security lock is still engaged after the lockdown. Give me a minute to turn it off before we go]"
He walked up to the panel and started inputting his codes when he looked back at the major with a smile. "[Unless you want to die a fiery death, that is.]"
With a beep the door opened up, revealing a circular room with rows of databanks. "I'll go first..."
Lion then slowly walked up to an access terminal where one could overview all of the data. The terminal was unlcoked and Lion stepped away and stood with his back towards one of the databanks.
"[All yours, major.]"
Iska had walked along to the armory with the group. As Damya took one blackjacket to the security rooms, Iska was left with three in the Armory.
One of them gestured to Iska to open the weapon and ammunition lockers. She eyed him for a few seconds, "Kanadu sku shim ris pelot Kergu aset?" [A kanad with a gun is afraid of an unarmed Khergian?].
The blackjacket gave her a confused look before aim his rifle at her, "Open them now!".
Iska returned a sly smile "[you're all the same, you little shits]" she muttered before complying with the order.
The Major supervised one of his subordinates as the latter connected a skimming device into the console. To no one in particular, the Major spoke quietly, almost nervously, as the machine's dull clicking noises and flashing LEDs indicated data transmission. "It's got to be here... [HarkArk is always such a pain in the ass- who knows how far they'll take this..?]"
---
Lieutenant Rask wasn't interested in the Oracle. It wasn't as if the crew would hide anything mission-critical in their bedrooms, although there were quite a bit of valuables stashed away: money, gadgets, good quality clothing... mementos... in one room there was even an antique pistol. He was happy to take it all, to be sold for whatever he could get for them at the nearest market. Rask knew good and well that his only real job was to deny the remaining crewmembers any semblance of privacy or security as one by one, their personal belongings were thrown out on the floor, sorted through, and looted.
The blackjackets stuffed their pockets, sneering and telling jokes about the owners of the items. Sledge and Dwan stood by, stiff and uncomfortable, forced to answer an endless series of uncomfortable questions about their crewmates, especially those with secrets to hide. Dwan began to sweat; the blackjackets were beginning to ask too many questions about him. Where was the bar? Where were his quarters?
---
Damya Sidikan and her associate had entered the security office not to search, but to take control. Through the security monitors, they had a clear view of the ship's passageways and most of the communal rooms. Down in the brig, they could see something large and green breathing heavily like a angry beast. There were several empty cells, as well. The lieutenant ordered Varn to show her how the consoles worked, and how to open and close the cells.
As Varn explained the controls, it felt strange to be speaking to someone so dark and twisted who so closely resembled Yanim. He had noticed it before, when they saw the Colonel bleed a man dry, slowly and painfully, Damya's purple eyes were lit, her shark-like grin revealing a certain excitement for bloodshed that he had seen many times before, always among the ghouls, soulless and sadistic. Aside from her hair being collar-length, there was almost no difference between her and his comrade. They could have been sisters... he shunned the thought.
Outside in the armory, the tally of weapons which the blackjackets intended to remove was growing longer every minute. There wasn't just guns, there were bombs, rail guns and cannons, enough to defend the ship from an army, unsurprising as the crew had just done so on Duroma. Iska's words had done little to intimidate the blackjackets, but at her size even three kanads could feel anxious. Just like Yanim had done a month prior, they placed their trust in their weapons and kept them trained on the giant.
"I hope I get the chance to blow your fucking brains out you cave-dweller," one of the officers said, his finger resting on the trigger of his OBV. "It might take a few shots; we all know how small it is."
---
Arthur and his associates begrudgingly cooperated with the kanads as they searched the science labs, and, possibly to do that, combined with the colonel's presence, the blackjackets were more gentle than in other parts of the ship. They were intensely interested in Arthur's cloning procedures, but despite his somewhat flattered demeanor, the Archius' chief scientist was strategically vague- a skill perfected through years of living under a false identity. By the time Vorokar had realized the conversation had been parlayed into talk about medicine and surgery, valuable time had been lost. Annoyed, he decided to move on, as this was not his objective, nor would it be realistic to force the details out of the doctor without kidnapping him.
As they moved to the lift, and later as they rode, Vorokar spoke to Yanim about returning to Kanadys. "[I don't consider you a lost cause,]" he said. "[There's still time to turn away from this vice, this corruption. I read your report- you're a smart young woman with great potential, and yet you run along with the human scum, and get yourself into trouble on lawless planets, taking drugs and sleeping with strangers-]"
Yanim winced. The more the colonel talked, the more she realized that Arkadam must have been from State Security, exactly as she feared. Why did she trust him!? "[We... didn't sleep... ngh... together...]" She could barely speak with so much pain in her chest. The colonel was amused.
"[So you realize that we've been close this whole time. Did we entice you to make poor decisions? I don't believe we did. I believe that Arkadam fellow did well in helping to lead me to you, so that I might bring you home, back where you belong. If, in fact, you do have feelings for him, you should know that he's due to return home on a shuttle today, leaving right about now, in fact. He's finished working for us, forever.]"
Yanim was disgusted with the implication. She felt betrayed if anything, not smitten, but she didn't voice these thoughts. It took too much energy and was far too painful.
"[Our society is an ideal one,]" Vorokar said without irony. "[and yet we still allow our kin to leave our worlds behind and explore this desolate collection of misguided petty kingdoms we call a galaxy. Do you know why?]" Yanim shook her head, and Vorokar continued: "[Our leaders, strident as they may be, believed falsely that only the undesirables, the malcontents, [I]the troublemakers-[/I] they would be the only ones to leave our beautiful empire. They trusted that the good senses and political education of all proper kanads would immunize them against the [I]diseases[/I] this galaxy propagates, and yet, look! Every year, skilled doctors, engineers, scientists... They take jobs with private interests and drown themselves in filth!]" The Colonel had suddenly and drastically changed in demeanor, becoming a dynamo of rage and passion as he railed against the scourge of humanity and capitalism.
Suddenly, the elevator doors opened, and as quickly as Vorokar's passion had appeared, it evaporated. Calmly, he simply said, "[Yanim, please come home when this is over.]"
---
The Colonel never answered the alert about the unauthorized access, being too busy to do so, and so the blackjackets manning the station's controls defaulted to contacting the Perikal instead. After reporting the unsuccessful hacking attempt, they followed standard protocol by sending a warning broadcast to the unknown craft: "Attention- you are interfering with a law-enforcement operation. This is your only warning," the first operator said. The second, feeling that extra emphasis was in order, grabbed the communicator's microphone and added: "we repeat, one warning, get the [I]fuck[/I] out of here."
Varn watched as the four rummaged through the armory. He was waiting for the little bastards to make a mistake. Just a small opening was enough. The walls were soundproof so no one would notice. He saw one of them going through his things. "Yeah, you open the small box there buddy. Hope you like cromin scorpions jumping in your nostril and digging themselves in. And your friend better be careful around the mark VI. The DNA lock doesn't fuck around. One finger on it and 500 000 volts go through you."he thought. He looked at Iska with a look saying "Ready to go when you are."
As the major and one of his men were occupied at the terminal Lion slowly grabbed a stunrod used to give additional power to the databanks, should the main powersource go offline.
He held it behind his back and looked at Jeremy, giving him a nod.
Dwan was getting really nervous from all this questioning. He has no idea if they looked into the ship's files on him, as they are as barebones as they can be, possibly only matched by Arthur's file.
"M-my quarters!? I j-joined this crew in the last minute! I don't have any quarters! I sleep on a bed behind the counter! The only thing I have is a pair of casual clothing and my bar!", Dwan said nervously, hoping to, at the very least, throw the Kanads away from his room. The only way one could find the room that contains his quarters is by looking at the schematic of the ship, and even then, most ships have one or two empty rooms that used to be occupied by the people that built the ship, which is why, when he found the room, it had everything a crew member's quarters would have, albeit in lesser quality. The room even lacks a security camera.
The Kanads jump to asking where the bar is. Dwan, knowing that he has to reveal [I]something[/I], decides to tell them where it is. He inches closer to Sledge and whispers to him. "I'm going to kill every single of these fuckers if they fuck with my bar.", he whispered to him.
---
Meanwhile, back at the Golden Wave's W-01. As the crew of the ship was no closer to figuring out what was going on, a bridge member spoke up. "Captain, we're receiving a message from the station.", they stated. Lagul tells them to accept it. "Attention- you are interfering with a law-enforcement operation. This is your only warning," the first message said. "We repeat, one warning, get the fuck out of here.", said the second. As Lagul thought of a reply, Nokhea grabbed the comm. "We did not know that such an operation was happening. We apologize for the disturbance.", she responds to the messages. She tells the bridge member to stop the hacking attempt.
"What was that for?", Lagul asked. "Didn't you notice? The accentuated K, the accent? We aren't dealing with the intergalactic police, Aver. These are Kanads.", Nokhea told her. "Oh, you don't mean-?", Lagul said. "Seems like it. The station has been taken over by the SS.", Nokhea stated. "Well, shit. Alright, here is what we'll do. Have the ship leave the station's range, but have the ship close enough so that we can still see it. If the Archius slips from right under their feet, we can continue the chase!", Lagul said, as the bridge crew complied in her command.
[My dads getting married today so if something happens, kilerabv has control over iska]
((Third try writing this post, the previous two tries were swallowed up by problems with my Windows 10 laptop, OS isn't fully stable yet.))
"[Sir,]" the weapons technician said to Captain Auri onboard the Perikal, "[we have eyes on that unknown reported by our station placement, we can't identify them.]"
"[As long as they're not HarkArk, we can ignore them for now,]" replied the captain. "[Our chief responsibility here is protecting Colonel Vorokar and his operation.]"
"[Yes sir, of course. But I think it's important to note that the unknown isn't fully retreating-]"
"Hm?" The captain and the electronics technician watched as the on-screen instrumentation displayed the status of the distant object. "[What are they doing? Weren't they just moving?]"
"[Yeah,]" replied the electronics tech, "[looks like they were trying to get out of the station's range, but they're not ready to bug out just yet. Looks like they've got a stake in this.]"
"[I'm starting to think- whoever they are, they're responding to that distress call the Archius sent out a little while ago. I don't like it.]"
---
Myrno watched as his personal tablet assembled a more and more complete version of the Archius' recent past. The crew profiles were uploaded, jump coordinates logged. Only the location of the Privateer's meteor base remained a mystery as it had been wiped from the cache entirely. His screen flooded with photographs- the group photo taken after killing the screecher queen, medical logs displaying a sanghvi missing limbs, test results of powerful weapons, captured prisoners held in the brig, security footage of a drunk scientist ransacking the bar... It painted a picture of a salad-tossed crew with little in common and its near constant struggles during the previous month and a half.
The Major could have become lost in it, as he had never seen a mission like this before. He had a mission to remember, however, and he gradually zeroed in on the information he needed. After leaving Termina Central quite recently, three locations were queried in the ship's navigational database: Oltanis, Horis, and Toro. He was only familiar with Oltanis and knew that it was a dreadful place. There was no practical reason to visit unless there were either pieces of the Oracle to be found there, or another ship was due to meet them there as a sort of relay. He made a mental note to bring this up with his superiors.
"Alright, humans, we're done here. Got what I wanted. Let's go to the storage section and make sure you're not still carrying any of the pieces," he said, "although I'm assuming you dropped off whatever you had during your last stopover at Central. Shame we didn't catch you on Duroma."
---
Rask had found himself a very old, yet beautiful and untarnished human timepiece which he now placed in his breast pocket. It had belonged to John Riker, and was found in the nightstand drawer of his quarters, untouched since the service. It was the last room they searched before taking the lift up to the top deck, where they then marched directly to the aft of the ship.
The invaders lost all semblance of discipline when they reached the bar. Even Lieutenant Rask seemed ready to cut loose and get wasted. Dwan had resisted when he saw them hop the counter. Held back by two blackjackets, he thrashed as bottles began to be tossed and broken; only the identifiably expensive ones remained. They forced him into a broom closet in the hall outside and locked him in, like bullies would stuff a meek classmate into a locker.
Sledge wanted badly to step in and help- how could all of these horrible things happen solely because of one moral lapse, one unchecked lust for dehydrated meat product which he indulged without paying for in advance? He hung his head in shame, and wished he had Hercules there to cheer him up. Where was that cuddly little beast, anyway?
---
A blackjacket stood up with an annoyed sigh. "[We're going to need a drone for this, this is too much to carry.]" One of the others nodded and made the request to their Trojan cargo ship to send a drone for pickup. Varn and Iska watched their moves carefully, waiting for one of them to touch something they shouldn't touch. Unfortunately, they were extremely careful, especially after seeing some of the more dangerous implements the Archius was carrying. Regardless of the Oracle issue, had the Archius entered kanad space with such heavy weapons it would have violated arms-control law.
---
Yanim did her best to show the Colonel everything he wanted to see, but even with her cane, which she had left in the workshop while on Duroma and had only just reacquired, she required help to walk and had difficulty speaking. All of her designs were downloaded onto a portable device for later review, and she was thankful that no one had enquired about her implant. Things became much more tense when Vorokar laid eyes on the cloaking prototype.
"[What's this?]"
"[It's a personal... cloaking device, copied from... Crimson Son terrorist...]"
"[You made this?]" the Colonel asked.
"[Just today. I... have video,]" she said, light headed and wishing to rest.
"[Never mind the video, if it works, show me.]"
Yanim did as she was ordered to do, preparing the system for another test, but the device was still too fragile and had been damaged during the previous, apparently successful test. As soon as it began to shimmer, there was a pop and a bit of smoke, and then nothing. The Colonel was disappointed.
"[Still playing games,]" he muttered.
"[It's a, ah, it's a prototype,]" Yanim tried to say, but Vorokar's stone face betrayed no interest or sympathy. "[It can be fixed.]"
"[You've shown me everything there is to see in this workshop aside from the one item I was truly interested in. The Collective doesn't have any use for an 'Agile Transport' or a mechanical, ehm, 'fox,' but we sure could use that cloaking device. That's quite an unfortunate way to conduct yourself, young lady,]" he said. "[We're done here. Take the 'prototype' and put her in the brig. Take her tablet, too.]" Yanim was too defeated to argue.
As she was led away, Vorokar received a message from the Perikal.
"[Sir, there is an unknown ship in the vicinity of the station. It's refused orders to leave; we believe it may be hostile. Permission to engage?]"
"[What, and take your lock off of the Archius? Don't you know what that would do to us? It would leave us high and dry!]"
"[They don't have to know that we've broken the lock. Besides, there's always Option Black.]"
"[Don't lecture me on my options, Auri. We're almost done in here, but if you insist, go ahead and scare them off. I'm giving you fifteen minutes.]"
A moment later, Vorokar sent a voice message to all of the blackjackets involved in the operation: "[Contingency Black, be advised.]"
---
Major Myrno went pale as he and his party trudged through the hall next to the gym. He quietly requested clarification as a group of three other blackjackets and Yanim appeared in the same hall headed the opposite direction from engineering. She and Lion locked eyes briefly as the each experienced the same notification from the ship's sensors, him through his robotic brain, and her through her implant: the ship was no longer being targeted.
Myrno asked the other group, "[where are you headed?]"
"[This one's going to the brig, the Colonel will meet you in the storage room.]"
"[Stay sharp,]" Myrno replied. They continued on their ways. Lion remained silent in order to not blow his cover. So long as he said nothing, he would be brought directly to Vorokar himself. He let out a subtle smile which the captain picked up on, but nothing else.
---
Having finished cataloguing the weapons, the blackjackets under Lieutenant Damya were mostly sitting around, trading insults with Varn and Iska as they waited for the drone to arrive. They paused as the door slid open and Yanim dragged through the room, hardly able to get her cane under herself as they hustled her toward the security office. "Sekadera!" she rasped, "it's eyes are off us!" They shoved her callously through the doorway was Iska bolted to her feet, greeting the bristling wall of rifles with total uncut confidence.
As Rask's group brought Sledge and Dwan to the bar, Dwan was worrying for the worst. As the Kanads jumped over the counter and started making a mess, he was held back by two blackjackets. "[YOU FATHERFUCKERS!]", he thrashed about. He was forced into a broom closet in the hall outside, locking him in. He could hear their laughter as they walked back to the bar. His eyes returned to rapidly changing color, as he growled in a demonic manner, beating on the door a few times. "You don't know it, but I'll make sure all of you die by my hand. Especially you, Rask.", he said to himself, as his voice had become more demonic sounding. Dwan took his work [B]very seriously[/B]. He looked the broom closet from the inside and used his powers to escape this universe.
He returned back into this universe, entering through his quarters. During his trip back, he grabbed his handgun of choice for when he is in medieval-esque and fantasy worlds. [URL="http://www.thefirearmblog.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/mosin-pistol.jpeg"]A Mosin-Nagant with its stock and barrel sawed-off and shortened, collectively known as the "Obrez".[/URL] He called his Obrez "Andrast". Placing it on his nightstand, he looked through a peephole he installed, allowing him to watch the people of the bar while he's in his room. "Anyone who deems space theirs have no right to it!", Dwan said to himself. He was getting ready to fight war, Russian-style.
---
Meanwhile, back at the Golden Wave's W-01. As most of the ship's crew grouped up on the bridge to figure out what to do, a bridge member noticed something. "Captain, there seems to be some kind of extended-range radar on the station. The signal just came out of nowhere!", they noted. "We can't risk anything! Scramble the source!", Lagul said, before returning to the crew-wide discussion over what to do with the SS.
This is what Varn was waiting for. He knelled down a second and unsheathed the knife hidden in his boot. He charged the nearest blackjacked.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;48353112]This is what Varn was waiting for. He knelled down a second and unsheathed the knife hidden in his boot. He charged the nearest blackjacked.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[3]: Varn charged head on towards one of the four Black jackets, the Blackjackets went alarmed and grabbed their gun. Varn's knife went straight to the throat but the Black Jacket dodged ahead, kicking him off his feet. At least one fired, shooting at the side of his torso.
As soon as the blackjackets had crossed the threshold into the security room, there was a commotion behind them. Only then did they realize that Yanim's words were referring to the loss of target lock on the Archius. There was no time to think about their decision, they had to stop the Archius crewmembers from gaining access to the weapons in the armory, and so the guards dropped Yanim on her face just inside the security room and charged back out the door to go join the fight against Varn and Iska. The fact that Yanim had somehow intercepted their change in strategy was a secondary concern.
Damya, now alone with her doppelganger, promptly reached for her rifle. "[Wow, you're just like an uglier, shittier version of me,]" she said. Yanim didn't move or say anything in response, as she was obviously in a lot of pain. Damya relaxed slightly, somewhat enticed by the sadistic appeal of a helpless prisoner. While the fight went on outside, Damya would take her new pet down the stairs and lock her up in one of the cells herself.
As both of Damya's arms were being used to lift Yanim, neither could be used to hold a gun. Yanim, however, had just taken the opportunity to remove her knife from her boot, where it had been since she purposefully fell on her own weapons when Vorokar had tried to lift her earlier. It was a miracle that she had made it this far without someone noticing.
Yanim used her left hand to grab onto Damya's right wrist. Then, with the knife in her right hand, she attacked Damya's hand and fingers.
Varn gritted his teeth. The shot was painful, but it missed any vital organs. Light shades of red started creeping into his vision. "Gotta keep it... under control..." He got back on his feet, knife in hand. He turned around to face the blackjacket. He charged him again.
While the blackjackets were distracted by Varn, Iska took advantage of the situation and delivered a blow to the nearest blackjacket.
[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;48353460]Yanim used her left hand to grab onto Damya's right wrist. Then, with the knife in her right hand, she attacked Damya's hand and fingers.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[6]: Feeling the struggle, Damya noticed the sudden pain induce her body, she threw Yanim from her grasp, pulling out her rifle gritting her teeth. "[Dumb stupid bitch!]" She attempted to aim.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;48353521]Varn gritted his teeth. The shot was painful, but it missed any vital organs. Light shades of red started creeping into his vision. "Gotta keep it... under control..." He got back on his feet, knife in hand. He turned around to face the blackjacket. He charged him again.
While the blackjackets were distracted by Varn, Iska took advantage of the situation and delivered a blow to the nearest blackjacket.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll Critical Success[highlight][10][/highlight]: The nearest Kanad aimed right near Varn, shooting a few rounds but missing. Varn charged once again but the Blackjacket knocked him down. He got up again and knocked the rifle out of his hands. He immediately went for the kill but another knife parried. The same Blackjacket had a knife of his own. Varn kicked his crotch, earning him some justice. The Blackjacket attempted to resist but couldn't. He stabbed Varn's shoulder, but not before Varn jabbed his knife towards the side of his ear. The Blackjacket widened his eyes and felt the urging pain, screaming like a baby. He fell and bled. Iska aimed from her point of view, shooting not one but two Blackjackets point blank.
Varn picked up the dropped riffle and aimed it at the remaining blackjackets. He started firing as soon as he saw their ugly faces.
Not wanting to be undone by the soldier boy, Iska opened fire on them as well.
As they were closing in on the cargo room, Lion queitly prepared the stunrod. "[Hey Myrno, ever heard the story of the kanad major that died a horrible death?]"
Before the major coumd react, Lion struck one of the blackjackets next to him with stunrod, aiming to plunge it deep into the soldiers's body.
Lion didn't wait to see if the blackjacket died, instead he folded out his two plasma blades making several strikes meant to incapacitate their weapons.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;48353788]Varn picked up the dropped riffle and aimed it at the remaining blackjackets. He started firing as soon as he saw their ugly faces.
Not wanting to be undone by the soldier boy, Iska opened fire on them as well.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[5]: Varn, Iska, and even the Black jackets fired all of their rounds. Both sides went to cover and blindfired but yet no confirmed hits. One of the Blackjackets unlatched a grenade and threw it towards the spot.
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;48353981]As they were closing in on the cargo room, Lion queitly prepared the stunrod. "[Hey Myrno, ever heard the story of the kanad major that died a horrible death?]"
Before the major coumd react, Lion struck one of the blackjackets next to him with stunrod, aiming to plunge it deep into the soldiers's body.
Lion didn't wait to see if the blackjacket died, instead he folded out his two plasma blades making several strikes meant to incapacitate their weapons.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[4]: Myrno quickly reacted, shooting a few rounds at the robot's chest. One of the Blackjackets sidestepped the stun rod but received a kick to the face from Jeremy. Myrno gritted his teeth in frustration.
Dwan spent the next few minutes pumping himself up, making sure he was as flexible as ever. He checked Andrast's magazine. It was fully loaded. Before he made any rash decisions, he looked through his peephole to see the status of the bar.
Lion didn't even flinch as the shots hit his armored chest and instead he kept pushing on, making a roundhouse kick towards the major's gun before slashing twice with his blades towards the major.
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;48354503]Lion didn't even flinch as the shots hit his armored chest and instead he kept pushing on, making a roundhouse kick towards the major's gun before slashing twice with his blades towards the major.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll Critical Success[highlight][9][/highlight]: Jeremy knocked the other Blackjacket down, grabbing his gun as he shot him in the head before he said anything else. He saw Lion knocked the gun off the major's rifle before he utilized the plasma blades within his body. He kicked the Major against the wall, sliding down. Lion's eyes went red, immediately slashing away like a brute.
Two small gashes formed on his chest but the number of wide cuts began to be noticeable. Lion didn't stop as the Major twitched in pain, bleeding all over the floor. Lion stabbed him not once but three times to even the score. The Major barely responded as his body went limb but Lion kept going. There was a large slashed mess he just made. He kicked the Major's face, causing a huge bruise, causing several more until his face began to mold into paste.
Lion stomped his head, caving in his entire face until there was no more to kick. He felt a hand reach and reacted but it was Jeremy. Jeremy shook his head, "He's dead."
The Bar Blackjackets heard the noise and moved out.
The grenade landed near Varn. "Oh fuck" He grabbed it and threw it back at the blackjackets while yelling. "Hot potato!"
Iska moved some distance away from him, reloaded and continued to shoot.
Lion stared at the dead major. His eyes returned to their original blue color as Jeremy put his hand on one of his shoulders. "He's dead."
Lion nodded and folded in the blades. "And that mjaor, is how the story ends."
He looked at Jeremy. "What now, sir?"
"We'll split up, go help Varn and Iska. I'll find Yanim."
"Ten-four." He nodded and began walking before turning. "Good luck, sir." He then did a quick salute before jogging towards the armory. As he entered, he spotted a blackjakcet nervously aiming towards the security room.
"[Comrade, help.]" Said Lion in kanad before moving in for a neck snap.
As Yanim hit the floor she used her implant to kill the lights in the security room and lock the exit door. She grabbed her cane off the floor and swiped at Damya's face.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;48354612]The grenade landed near Varn. "Oh fuck" He grabbed it and threw it back at the blackjackets while yelling. "Hot potato!"
Iska moved some distance away from him, reloaded and continued to shoot.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[5]: The Blackjackets quickly reacted to this fast move, aiming to move away from the scenery as the grenade exploded, hurting nobody.
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;48354675]As he entered, he spotted a blackjakcet nervously aiming towards the security room.
"[Comrade, help.]" Said Lion in kanad before moving in for a neck snap.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll Critical Failure[highlight][1][/highlight]: Lion moved towards the security move, he realized something. A remote activated grenade thrown right under his feet. The Blackjacket activated the grenade, explode spontaneously as Lion flew out and knocked against the wall. The Blackjacket fired repeatedly at the chest point.
[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;48356135]As Yanim hit the floor she used her implant to kill the lights in the security room and lock the exit door. She grabbed her cane off the floor and swiped at Damya's face.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[2]: Damya immediately reacted and caught it using her hand, smiling and laughing. "[Are you serious?]" She used the cane and swiped it at Yanim's face, pushing her back. Damya broke the cane in two, throwing it from the battle floor. She aimed her rifle but Jeremy spotted her, shooting a few rounds.
Damya turned and fired back.
As the blackjacket was firing at Lion, Iska ran out of cover to knock him out from behind.
"Grabbing that grenade was probably the dumbest thing I have done in my entire career. You fucking idiot!" Those were some ofthe thoughts in Varn's head as the grenade exploded. "Great, I risked loosing my hand for nothing." He noticed Iska running out of cover for some reason. Varn reloaded and starting laying down covering fire on the.
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