Lia Corusa
Member
Just your average runaway Barbie biatch.
Posts: 86 
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 7, 2015 21:05:20 GMT -8
Sith, Jedi, unstable floors, lightsabers, ‘bounty’ offers, random females falling from the ceiling…yeah. She was definitely gonna kill Rik.
Then the Sith made an offer, and mentioned something about her ‘criminal status’. And now it was time to go, like, immediately, because Lia could feel the tension building and she wanted zero part in any of this. She hadn't spend five years running and hiding and surviving just to die in the crossfire on some ancient space-rubble. To hell with six figures of salvage. They’d find it elsewhere.
“We need to go before I start shooting people again,” Lia hissed urgently at Rik, eyeing the woman waving to her on the floor with suspicion. “Let the Sith keep his credits and fight his own damn battle, I’m done with this floating playground, let’s go…”
|
|
|
|
Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 7, 2015 21:24:46 GMT -8
Looking around what seemed to be some sort of central corridor, Alena whirled as she heard a loud thud come from .. that direction. She approached the appropriate door, keying it to open.. and that it did, into a rather large assortment of people. There were holes knocked in the floor, a Sith and a Jedi at the end of the hallway, two .. mercenaries? .. close to the doorway, and a female in a shockingly familiar-looking jumpsuit smack-dab in the center of it all.
Well. This looks crowded.
She stood just behind the doorway, peeking around it, not closing it just yet, but staying out of the sightline of most of the people there. Maybe they had heard the hiss of the door open, but she didn't care: she knew was fast, if a getaway was required. And the Force held no sway over her, so the Force-users at the end wouldn't have picked up on her.
Can't hurt to watch..
|
|
|
|
Post by Rik Vane on Feb 7, 2015 21:45:21 GMT -8
"Well now... As appealing as that offer is, I'm afraid I'll have to decline. Hunting down jedi ain't really my cup o' caf, but you look really capable so I'll just leave you to it. Then two more people showed up out of nowhere, one waving at them to run and the other just plain waving at them while... Wow... That's a really nice suit. There should be more women who wear suits like that... Maybe I should get Lia a suit like that. By all that is the force, would you stop ogling long enough to pay attention? There's something coming that I can't feel. He froze momentarily, then switched off his external comm. "Then how do you know it's there?" I can feel its absence. Like a vacuum but in the force. "Oh well that's just kriffing great. Where is it?" Slightly behind and to your right. Be careful. You don't know what you're dealing with. "Yeah, yeah. I know the drill."
There weren't many things that could put Rik on edge, and there were even fewer that could give his passenger the willies, so needless to say the mere fact that the wraith sounded so nervous was more than enough to make the effect carry over to Rik. Very cautiously, he took a step back as he turned to his right, making sure to keep everyone else in the hall in sight while he repositioned himself so he could see the now open door. His mask had to cycle to darkvision so he could see into the space, but once it did the only thing it revealed was a female head. Geez... This ship is just full of stranded ladies. "It's just a girl." His external comm was still deactivated. Clearly, it isn't. Go investigate. He very nearly refused to move, but his curiosity got the better of him and he grabbed Lia's hand and pulled her along, away from the others and toward the door. Switching his speakers back on, he addressed the group. "Well it's been fun, folks, but we should really be on our way. Ya'll have fun now!" Then he stepped through the door, slapped the switch to close it, and turned on the woman who'd been watching them. "What are you and why are you here?"
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2015 22:12:48 GMT -8
‘ …and you two are welcome…’
Honestly, was anyone listening to the message i was sending out? there was something wrong with this ship… but instead i had encountered two battles, things i was not prepared for. in my estimation i could speed past this sith hunter to the engine room … but the pattern would probably repeat forcing me to potentially pick a fight with yet another person… the most recent life sign showed that to be more of a certainty than an estimate. Perhaps it was time for me to re-evaluate my membership in the Enclave if i was to be the only active member willingly responding to mission assignments. turning on my heel, i did not with for the starblade to return to me before i dashed off to hangar:: Team, pack up and prep for take off… we’er getting out of here.::
in the hangar Pixar would be helping Riegel to detach the power cords from the turrets and returning the prototype Delta-7c to flight mode. once done the shuttle would switch garage mode from drop box to lower entry. completing that, the shuttle would take off leaving the fighter behind for me to catch up.
as i ran back i scanned through frequency to find J-TECH members in the sector. isolating their signatures, i sent them out a plea. unwittingly once again i sent this same plea to Mike Frantz
:: This is Diamonte Tuhlute. if you are receiving this you are considered an active member of J-TECH and are in the sector. i have to pass along a message to you. I am aboard the ‘Nomad’ and must abandon my mission for my own reasons. the Nomad is potentially a weapon. you must make your way to the engine room and destroy the Hyperdrive before another jump is taken, a jump that could collide the Venator with an unsuspecting planet.:: with the message sent i took a jump, flipping over the dome of Riegel, my latest astromech and plopping myself in the cockpit of my fighter. when i was secure i took off to rendezvous with my shuttle. once safely tucked in the garage, S.I.F. sharply turned and jumped into warp… leaving behind a dangerous situation that eventually i would have to clean up if the ship crashed into a planet. |
|
|
|
Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 7, 2015 22:17:19 GMT -8
When the male merc started to move, she started to do the same. But the kriffer was fast, and she realized as the distance closed that she wasn't as fast as she had originally thought. And in situations like this, it was better to hold one's place than to run. Running implied guilt of some sort, and the last thing she wanted was to get shot in the back. So when he burst through the door and threw his questions at her, she really had no choice but to stand up straight and answer.
"Name's Alena. And I'm here just to see what I can find. I suspect the same is true for y-.."
It was then that the actual wording of his question registered in her mind. A part of her was disappointed in herself: she was so good at wordplay and the such, she was ashamed that it had taken so long to realize what was said.
"..Wait, 'what' am I?"
She tilted her head slightly to one side, staring at him and his female companion in confusion; her helmet was down, and it should have been clear that she was human..
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2015 22:23:38 GMT -8
Emma listened as the Sith offered the man and his female companion work helping him hunt Jedi on this ship, which sounded like a bad idea to her, and apparently also to the pair as well since the man declined the Sith's offer, before high tailing it towards a door that had opened a couple moments ago. Before she got to the door, it was closed from the other side, and the control panel on this side was busted, leaving her stuck out in the hallway with a Sith and Jedi that were about to throw down, and it was not a situation she wanted to be involved in right now. she looked back down the corridor at the pair and gave a quick nod
I'll... just be going now...
She then ran back towards the vent she had fallen down out of, before jumping up and using the repulsors in her heels to propel her up through the air enough to catch the ledge of the hole and pull herself back up into the vent shaft, waiting only until she was a well and truly inside and out of view of either of the combatants before taking a breather. Had she had one of her suits with her, she might have stayed and fought, or shot the door out, but right now, all she had was her pistol, and the couple items she was meant to be picking up, neither of which were helpful to her getting out of here.
She still had no idea what her next move was, as far as escaping was concerned. Either she tracked that pair down from before, and find a way to convince them to let her stick with them and get off this ship, or find someone else who was leaving that was nearby, which could be hard, considering nearly everyone coming here wanted to stay for some deluded reason, or, ran off and left you behind. Well, for now, she didn't have a whole lotta options, so she headed off through the vents in the direction of what ever lay behind that door that the pair had disappeared into, since her persistence might bear some rewards
|
|
|
|
Post by Rik Vane on Feb 7, 2015 22:32:41 GMT -8
"Yes. What are you." His left hand came up and pointed at her, and he resisted the urge to stalk closer to examine her better. "You can't be felt in the force. You're a blank spot. A vacuum." While he would normally have kept a much more level head about things and not revealed so much about himself to a total stranger and a girl he barely knew, his passenger's angst had him way too on edge for his own good, and it took his brain a minute to catch up with his mouth. "So what are you, because that's not something humans can normally do." He's right though. I have no idea what she is or what she can do. Thank you. It's nice to finally get some recognition around here. Instinctively, his right hand tightened on the grip of his pistol as he watched the woman in front of him for any sign of hostility.
|
|
Plu Or'dinii
Retired High Councilor 
Posts: 159
Affiliation: Mandalorian Clan Or'dinii
Traffic Light: Orange
|
Post by Plu Or'dinii on Feb 7, 2015 22:52:07 GMT -8
=Wesson=
The sensor pack came back with an almost immediate confirmation: The far side was a much larger space, and it was also pressurized, although at a lower pressure than the sealed tube in which the four Mando'ade currently stood. There were also no lifeform readings on the far side, and no sign of any boobytraps or alarm systems in the access hatch itself. All clear. Far side is pressurized. It's a big room, might be the antechamber. Shall I blow it?
=Smith=
Wait. What's that. Smith pointed to a lock mechanism on the inside of the hatch. Why would anyone put a lock on this side?
=Colt=
The most experienced commando's eyes narrowed behind his faceplate. He'd seen something like that, a long time ago. His eyes tracked to one side of the hatchway, then the other, measuring the dimensions. This is or was a black ops ship. A sniper would hide up here to protect the bridge. There should be a tear-away gun-slit somewhere, but you'd have to know it's secrets to open it. He stepped forward, and grasped the lock mechanism, giving it a quick twist. There was a pop, and the hatch swung open, followed by a rush of air from behind the commandos that almost blew Wesson over the threshhold and crashing 2 meters to the deck below.
=Wesson=
Clever. He remarked dryly.
Opening before the Mando team was the turbolift antechamber located immediately aft of the bridge itself, about 5 meters high, ten meters deep, and the entire width of the command tower. They found themselves looking down from what was effectively the second floor of a two-story room, facing a bank of turbolift doorways. All of them were sealed tightly, as if someone had made an effort to close off the command tower. But more ominously, there was a great rushing sound of air being sucked from the room, as if the entire chamber were slowly being vented into space.
=Remy=
Well, what are we waiting for? Remy jumped down to the deck of the antechamber, and the rest of the team followed him.
Now they could see that there were recessed foot holds in the wall below the hatch, which was above and to the starboard of the massive blast doors that guarded the bridge command center herself. The great rushing and sucking sound was even louder as they made their way to the blast doors, which had had all of their paint burned off, and also showed the damage from numerous impacts of some blunt weapon. In fact, the doors were quite a mess. Someone had tried to close them, but they'd never made it, and had gotten stuck with a diamond-shaped hole in the middle, about a meter in diameter. And through this gap, the air of the antechamber was slowly being sucked, making a strange whistling noise in the process.
=Smith=
Oh, that's not good. Must be a leak.
=Colt=
It doesn't matter. Get in there. Remy, you first, and Smith and I will follow. Wesson, you cover our shebs. Watch your step, vode.
=Remy=
Remy complied, shouldering his blaster rifle, grasping the edge of the ruined blastdoor, and pulling himself up into the charred passageway. He tried not to think about what would happen if the blastdoors decided to close while he was in the gap, and poked his head through to the far side. Oh, osik!
The sight that greeted him was not pleasant. Almost all of the transparisteel viewports that gave a panoramic view out of the command tower had been broken, and their vacseal safety plates had been triggered, closing the bridge off once again after a momentary depressurization. All except for one plate, which had failed to close, for a ghastly reason. There was a human corpse, still in deck officer's uniform, wedged in the gap. All around the corpse, air vented endlessly into space. As for the bridge itself, it's gravity generators had failed, and debris floated all around the room, although the airflow had blown most of it to the far end, near the leak. Strangely, there were no other dead bodies to be seen anywhere, even though the blastdoors implied that some portion of the crew had attempted a last stand within the command tower. Perhaps they had all been vented to space.
Uh, sir, the grav is off. Remy reported unnecessarily, as he turned on his magboots and took two steps away from the blastdoors. Taking out a pistol, he moved forward cautiously along the central raised command platform.
=Colt=
So I see. Crawling out into the bridge after Smith, he brought his own blaster rifle up to his shoulder, sighted, and fired a single shot at the dead body. There was a small explosion of blood, and the body was half-pushed, half-sucked out of sight. The emergency panel snapped shut, and the endless rush of air stopped.
=Smith=
That's better. Nice shot, sir. He looked around. About half of the crew stations in the two control pits had been smashed to pieces, and a long blue bolt of electricity was arcing from one of the starboard crew stations to the aft-most shattered viewport. But otherwise, the remaining instruments and controls were largely intact, which probably explained how some systems of the ship were still functioning.
=Colt=
Here's an intact navigation station. Remy, see if you can plug in. Colt's voice came from up ahead, as he pointed down into the depths of the port crew pit.
=Remy=
The armored man was already examining the console. Looks bad, sir. All connectivity with the engines or hyperdrive has been cut. He brought out a datapad and datacable, and began testing ports. He was on the seventh of eight before he found one with power. It's not taking any commands. I can't even search the jump history.
=Colt=
Don't bother reading it now. Just make a copy of everything that console's got stored. We can extract the good stuff later.
=Remy=
Yes, sir. He pressed a few buttons on his datapad, and the capture algorithm began its work on the damaged memory of the navigation terminal.
While they waited, Wesson stood in the antechamber, his back to the wall alongside the ruined blastdoors, and his deck pointed at the floor halfway across the door. He scanned the turbolift accesses with something approaching nervousness. He would have liked to inspect the operational status of each lift, so that he knew which ones poised which type of threat, and could plan how to defend against interlopers arriving via any of the options, but their team was not large enough for that precaution. It was just him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 7, 2015 23:00:45 GMT -8
"Yes, they can, if they're smart about it."
Would it be worth it to reveal what she had hidden for so long? She was past her appointed exile time, she could have taken the visor off at any point in time, but its weight on her head was a comfort, and the fact that she didn't have an all-pervasive energy field violating her mind at every waking moment was definitely a plus. Sure, she had rudimentary training in the Force, and she could do some stuff with it, but nowhere on the level of a trained Jedi, so what was the point in letting herself feel it?
Then again, she did have her mother's penchant for visions..
But it gave her an advantage, and she wasn't ready to give that up. Not yet, at least.
"I'm human. Are you going to take that on faith, or no?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Rik Vane on Feb 7, 2015 23:24:53 GMT -8
"Alright, so you're human." He lowered his pointing finger and began pacing to the left. "What you aren't, is normal. I wanna know the reason for your mysterious little force vacuum." This is... strange. I have never before encountered a human I could not feel. Even you were as plain to me as your little wench over there. He stopped and spun back to face the woman, still refusing to holster the pistol he held. "So you can either tell me, or we play pin the plasma discharge on the cute little sass machine." It was at this point that he raised the pistol and aimed it squarely at the young woman. "It's entirely up to you, though."
|
|
|
|
Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 7, 2015 23:55:47 GMT -8
"Okay!"
She took a single step backwards and held her hands up, about midway up her chest, so it didn't look like she was making a sudden move for his pistol or anything stupid like that.
"Just.. okay. Let me show you. Alright?"
He had forced her hand. She wasn't about to die on this derelict ship just because of a toy that had lived past its original design's usefulness. Slowly, she reached her hands up to her visor, grabbing it by either side. Warnings came up as it started to separate from her flesh..
She looked up at him, straight at his faceplate, hoping that he would see just how much pain this was causing her...
...and pulled the visor from her face.
It was the curse of the Shan bloodline that they were unable to conceal their Force presence without artificial aid. Elly had always used technology, while Cao had opted for the more organic means of taozin apparel. As such, once the visor was removed, everything came flooding in.
EVERYTHING.
She could suddenly feel, like a brisk wind against warm flesh, everything around her, everyone around her. She could feel the two in front of her, she could feel the fleeing Jedi, she could feel the stationary Sith, the girl clad in the same jumpsuit she used to wear escaping into the vents, she could feel the various other entities on this ship, searching and salvaging and hoping and preparing and she could feel it all and it threatened to drown her out once more. She knew her Force presence was lighting up like a beacon, shining out after being smothered for so many years..
She hadn't been all that sensitive to the Force for most of her life. It wasn't until a woman.. her friend.. her friend Vyra had been in a coma, stretching out to her dreams. The blue flower from her dream garden. Placed in her hair. It woke something up inside her, a latent power she hadn't known. She remembered Nanii trying to teach her, Raan trying to focus her talents, her brother, her brother, oh gods her brother was going to feel this, he was going to feel that she was alive, she wasn't ready to tell him, her exile had become her hiding, she couldn't she couldn't she couldn't she couldn't she couldn't
BREATHE, Elly!
She hadn't thought of herself in that name in so long, in seven years, she hadn't felt ANY of this in seven years, and she couldn't couldn't COULDN'T
She slammed the visor back over her eyes, the seconds until it secured onto her face drawing out into a seeming eternity, until everything shut out again. She stood there, breathing deeply, fairly confident that neither of the two before her had any real idea what she had just gone through.
"It's tech. I.. I do it through tech. Okay?"
She was trying to keep the tremors out of voice.
She was failing.
"Please don't make me do that again."
|
|
|
|
Post by Rik Vane on Feb 8, 2015 0:15:05 GMT -8
The pistol dropped as he watched pain and suffering and agony all appear on her face in a matter of moments, and he suddenly found himself wondering why the hell he'd pointed his gun at the woman in the first place. What the kriff did I just do? He knew that his passenger couldn't control him, but that... that wasn't him. He'd lost control to something else in those moments when his pistol had been aimed at her, and that, more than anything else, scared the shit out of him. She was... That... I have only felt agony of that magnitude from my victims in the moments before their deaths. Sudden exposure to the full effects of the living force can have dire consequences. It is not something an organic was meant to survive.
He slid the pistol back into its holster and walked slowly forward, raising his hands and pausing for a moment to make sure she knew the action wasn't threatening, then grasping her gently by either shoulder. "I'm sorry." He said quietly, then let go and spun back to face Lia. "Now how about we go grab that salvage?" Though if he knew her half as well as he thought he did, there was no way she was gonna let him just gloss over all that.
|
|
Lia Corusa
Member
Just your average runaway Barbie biatch.
Posts: 86
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 8, 2015 0:57:48 GMT -8
Rule number two: don’t ask questions, and ninety-nine percent of the time, she didn't care enough about the answers to break it. But the weird-as-fuck scene that had just unfolded in front of her begged a few of them, and while they certainly didn't have time for a lengthy Q&A, there was time for one. She’d listened carefully to the exchange, E-11 still out, eyes sharp as a Nagai’s blade, following every movement. When it became clear that Alena wasn't going to be a problem (right now, at least), Lia holstered her weapon, trained her searing gaze on Rik, and let loose the question burning her brain up for the past five minutes. Salvage could wait another minute.
“Force-sensitive? Explain. Now. Because how else would you know she was a dead space in the Force?” Her tone made it clear they were going nowhere until all of this was figured out. Because if Rik was actually Force-sensitive, they might have a problem. Force-wielders could read minds. Not that hers was an open book, but there was plenty she wouldn't want him ‘reading’. "You." The fugitive jerked her chin towards Alena, who had clearly just gone through some kind of mental trauma by removing her visor. The effect was lost on Lia, mostly because she knew next to nothing about the Force, but also because Lia just didn't care about whatever inner turmoil was plaguing the girl. She had her own problems. "You can feel the Force? What does it say about him? Is he able to feel it?"
|
|
Kaarn
Member
Posts: 50 
Affiliation: None
Traffic Light: Yellow
|
Post by Kaarn on Feb 8, 2015 10:19:07 GMT -8
The distance closed quickly, and when Bloodshot fired from the slugthrower (ugh, antiquated tech...) the Nagai was still in the midst of firing his own pistol, and continued to do so until he was within range to leap. By this time, a further four shots had been fired. The first two of Bloodshot's rounds missed by scant inches, but the third found its mark, more through proximity than any negligence on Kaarn's part. The body glove did its job, but the slug impacted the EA collar three inches to the right of his throat. The damage to the equipment wasn't immediately apparent, but some shrapnel from the bullet found Kaarn's cheek, opening up a nasty laceration. By this point, Kaarn had launched himself at Bloodshot from only a few feet away. The other assassin's attack was true to form, impacting the Nagai's weapon, sending it careening across the room, coming to rest under a ruined tactical station. But the bigger issue was the impending collision. Kaarn's shoulder would connect full-force with Bloodshot's mid-thorax. He had no intention of drawing a weapon - yet. At this point, he merely wanted to bull-rush the other man, send him sprawling.
|
|
Bloodshot
Member
Posts: 311
Affiliation: Chaos and credits, baby.
|
Post by Bloodshot on Feb 8, 2015 10:34:55 GMT -8
The Nagai's bull-rush met with spectacular success and both men were thrown to the ground by the force of the impact, though the hardened plating that covered Bloodshot's chest would make the experience far less comfortable for Kaarn than it was for the Umbaran. They hit the deck with Kaarn on top, and Bloodshot, whose left arm had been trapped between the two, used the arm to heave his opponent bodily off himself, displaying a level of sheer physical power that could not have come from training alone. It was then that the concussion grenade detonated where they'd been standing only moments before, bathing the scene in omni-directional force that had a minimal impact on the mercenary's prone form. Spectacular. Another target to kill.
He re-focused his attention on the Nagai for now as he got back on his feet and prepared himself to face the other hunter's next barrage of attacks.
|
|
Plu Or'dinii
Retired High Councilor
Posts: 159
Affiliation: Mandalorian Clan Or'dinii
Traffic Light: Orange
|
Post by Plu Or'dinii on Feb 8, 2015 10:54:45 GMT -8
Remy had copied about 75% of the contents of the navigation terminal when everything went straight to Haran. A blue glow suddenly exploded from one side of the console, and the display screen shattered outward in an explosion. The transfer cable was ejected forcibly from the machine as the entire computer shorted out and became electrified.
=Remy=
Despite his magboots, Remy was thrown into the air and tossed against the wall of the crewpit five meters away, electricity cracking across his armor. His suit lost power, and he slowly floated upward, grabbing the rim of the pit as he struggled to regain control. "WHAT THE &@^#%*&^%@$# WAS THAT!?!?" He screamed, although no one could hear him.
=Smith=
Smith snatched the flying datapad as it whizzed past his head, then ducked for cover. Shabuir'ade!
One by one, the six consoles to Remy's left exploded in similar fashion. When it was all over, there was a long moment of silence. Without a word, Remy pulled himself over the lip of the crew pit, and scrambled to his feet as his suit finished rebooting. Shaking slightly within his armor, he ran diagnostics on his kit.
Colt was all the way forward, at the very nose of the bridge, where the crew pits and the central walkway came to an end, and he turned on his heel to face Smith and Remy. A cloud of acrid blue smoke had begun to fill the command deck, now that the compartment was no longer venting itself to space and being replenished with clean air from the aft compartments.
=Colt=
The commander heaved a sigh. That had been a close one. Alright, all of the other navigation stations are history. There's nothing else for us here. He pointed toward the blastdoors, back the way they had come. Let's see if any of those turbolifts still work. The computer core should be down somewhere around Deck E or F.
Smitty led the way, and Remy followed. Colt caught up to them as they began to crawl back through the ruined entrance to the bridge, and he laid a silent hand on Remy's shoulder. Reaching the antechamber once more, it was obvious that Wesson had questions about what had just happened (and the scorch marks all over his vod's beskar'gam) but he didn't say a word. All four of them knew the value of focus, and completing their mission. The stories could wait for afterward, around a table, with a quart of tihaar in hand.
A quick inspection proved that no, none of the lifts were operable. Two of them had been destroyed completely, and the other four had their cars stuck at various lower levels of the vessel. Choosing the lift tube whose car claimed to be all the way down on Deck P, Smith activated his jetpack and led the descent, with the others following. They proceeded slowly, stopping to inspect the lift doors at each level and to listen for any sounds. Weapons were held at the ready, and they shone their helmet-mounted glowrods into the darkened depths of the ruined capital ship. If there were no impediments, they hoped to complete their descent without any diversions.
But of course that was too much to ask on a mission like this.
|
|
|
|
Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 8, 2015 11:00:03 GMT -8
Her eyes briefly met with the man's faceplate as he apologized, then dropped to the ground, darting over empty spaces in what was pretty much an obvious search for clarity and stability.
Aherk had warned her that this day would come. She had not been as prepared as she had thought she would have been; she had developed some degree of tolerance for the Force, but that had faded over the past seven years. She would have to get used to it now that her secret was out. She needed to..
..find her center. Her eyes snapped up, a cold glaze glossing over them as the woman posed a question to her.
"Yes, I can. I choose not to. And obviously he can, too. Is that a problem?"
Her voice had lost the playful quality it once had.. she was all business again. Back to being Alena.
For now.
Inside, Elly Shan was still shaking...
|
|
Kaarn
Member
Posts: 50
Affiliation: None
Traffic Light: Yellow
|
Post by Kaarn on Feb 8, 2015 11:00:33 GMT -8
Impressive, his display of raw power. The Hunter found himself lofted a few feet into the air, and curled into the toss, coming back to the deck of the increasingly unstable ship on one knee, hand planted, sword drawn, but facing away from Bloodshot. It was at that second that the concussion gren detonated, the force of the blast making it fortuitous he was planted in a wide, stable stance. The force was palpable, but the sound was truly deafening, and Kaarn struggled to shake off the tinnitus from such a blast in an enclosed, metallic structure.
The ship too had trouble shaking off the grenade, and the deck beneath their feet groaned and vibrated, and new stress buckles and ripples appeared in the walls as if something very heavy were settling atop them (it was.) Kaarn clocked this, and smiled, licking the blood that ran down his cheek. Knowing he was still close to his prey, he whirled, sending a sweep-kick toward Bloodshot, followed a scant second later by the first strike from his Phrik sword, aimed at mid-thigh level. The intent was to maim, not kill.
Simultaneously, he took in the rest of the room. It would seem whoever had thrown the grenade didn't stick around to be eviscerated. Likewise, his peripheral told him that the third man in their trio had also departed, apparently into the computer core room, whose door now stood open. Fireblast it.
|
|
Bloodshot
Member
Posts: 311
Affiliation: Chaos and credits, baby.
|
Post by Bloodshot on Feb 8, 2015 11:21:52 GMT -8
Not again... Bloodshot tensed as the structure around them began to creak and groan ominously but thankfully didn't fail completely. Yet. His mind began to work at possible ways to use that to his own advantage as the Nagai spun and launched his attack, and he lifted his leading left foot over the sweep-kick, stepping forward into the sword swipe and extending the foot-long gauntlet blade on his left forearm to intercept his opponent's blade. Simultaneous to this, he struck out with his right palm, driving it toward the Nagai's center mass with enough power to send him careening into the wall behind him. Certainly a very unpleasant experience on both ends, thanks to the softened nature of the other hunter's armored body glove.
|
|
Kaarn
Member
Posts: 50
Affiliation: None
Traffic Light: Yellow
|
Post by Kaarn on Feb 8, 2015 11:34:03 GMT -8
The gauntlet blade met and succeeded in blocking the Nagai's attack, and as he had planned, Bloodshot's palm found centre-mass and sent the Hunter back against the nearby wall. It hurt, but Kaarn wouldn't give his opponent the satisfaction of letting him know as much. Instead, he quickly cut upward toward the exposed triceps of the extended arm, and pushed off from the wall, drawing his second sword and redoubled his attacks, attacking high with the offhand, and following up his triceps cut with a withering slash to the ribs from the right. In the meantime, he circles left, moving to place the now-open door to the computer core behind him, and himself between Bloodshot and the goal.
|
|
