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 Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 2:47 am
 Extros held his cloak tightly around his body as he made his way through the streets of Midian, concealing his firearms as he waded through the depressing crowds and dismally lit streets of the topside city. The scorched and ruined buildings stood like towering monoliths held together by hastily made repairs after all the destruction they'd seen. Occasionally one of the taller towers would release a shower of loose debris that hadn't been sealed in place properly while others were seemingly in a constant state of repair and erosion, kept together by sheer willpower as the free city's few capable workers clamored to make it right again. At one point Midian had been a shining beacon of hope to the masses. The last free city on earth as it hailed proudly over the island terrain like some storybook kingdom that inspired dreams within the young while passed down from the elderly.The crowd bustled in their separate ways slightly quicker as a sprinkling of rain pattered down. Extros allowed the cool rain to soothe his still scorched skin for a moment as it dampened the stinging bandages covering a majority of his face and body to hold him together slightly better. He had to be careful this time, if not for his indiscretion he nor his brother would be in the desperate shape they found themselves in but there was no time to waste. His cowl had been treated to withstand the unpredictable weather of the island as droplets slicked off the ebony fabric and dripped down around his feet while the rain steadily grew to an island storm with gusting winds and a torrential downpour that made the rain look as though it were a single sheet. The weather no longer really bothered him, at first he'd despised the seemingly random storms and scorching sun that interchanged at their own will but over the years he'd come to appreciate the solemn way the streets cleared when either extreme became too great; leaving him alone to his thoughts as he scanned the buildings for a familiar dark purplish door that signified the unmarked bar he'd been prone to frequenting in his spare time before jobs. The rain made it difficult even for him to differentiate the various outlets and alleyways from actual entrances. If not for knowing the way any stranger would have missed it. He cast a glance to both sides before slipping in, still on edge that more mutants would come looking for him. The tavern grew quiet as Extros' dripping cloak left a small puddle around him that pooled beneath his obsidian boots while a multitude of eyes followed the Karnethian as he slipped back his hood to reveal the familiar face many of the attending mercs and hunters of the area recognized. A few who had been playing poker prior to his entrance nodded in his direction to which Extros returned the gesture before they continued the game. Chatter broke out again, splitting the silence like a wave of relief as he stalked up to the bar, his usual playful demeanor now strictly business. "Tony, give me a shot of whiskey and point me in the direction of our nearest informant friend of the night. I got a job. Just put it on my tab would ya?" He asked wearily as he turned his back to the barkeep and leaned against the bar itself. Tony, a wizened older man who'd seen more than his fair share of hunters over the years, smiled as he filled the young man's glass and watched him grab it while eyeing the multitude of bandages poking out from beneath Extros' sleeve. He'd always liked the lads, they were hot headed, determined but sometimes a bit too arrogant for their own good. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Extros banged up and likely not soon to be the last with the boy's choice in work; however this time all sense of the usual arrogant mirth of a young man in his prime was lost. He remembered the Karnethian coming in with much worse injuries in his day, shattered limbs, stab wounds, so many bullet holes it was a wonder he could stand. This looked like a typical Tuesday for Extros but through the years of dealing with the boy he'd always had a smile on his face with a sense of pride; now it seemed as if he had nothing more than business on his mind. It's a scary thing when a hunter like Extros got serious, even more so when that same hunter is a Karn. Something seemed to have broken the lad. Tony's upper lip twitched, sending his silvery gray mustache quivering as he tried to place his finger on what could have created such a darkness in a usually upbeat man. He placed the glass beside Extros, ensuring the hunter caught wind of him in his peripheral vision. "Ex how long have I know your family?" The old man asked softly so only Extros could hear him. "Figure about eight years or so. Came in here the first time right after I'd gotten my license. You told me that you'd never deal with my kind in here until Zips convinced you otherwise." He replied flatly as he took a sip of the whiskey, having been given a far larger glass than asked for, "Why?" Tony chuckled at the memory and how frustrated Extros had been until his little brother rolled up in some strange wheelchair contraption to quell the storm that was brewing. "In that time I have seen you beaten, bruised, absolutely pissed and drinking away your sorrows. You ain't never had a problem getting a single one of these guys talking, granted sometimes ya made a nasty mess for me to clean up." "What's your point Tony? The broker. Which ones can get me the information I need?" "Depends on what you're lookin' for Ex.....How's the little guy?" "The replicant and the Uanako, the same ones I've been looking for everyday this week. Don't play coy with me Tony." "How is he Ex? Answer the question. You know I ain't some stupid young buck like these kids. A hunter like you ain't one to take the job this seriously. You got talent and you look like you done seen the devil himself. You scared Karn?" Tony knew he was playing a dangerous game with Extros, he'd seen the lad shoot out a target's kneecaps at point blank range inside this very bar in the first week with a grin on his face. He also knew though the amount of respect between them, the old dog had taught the young man all the tricks he could to make him one of the most effective possible hunters alive. There was a pause as Extros drained the rest of the glass and released a sigh. "...He's fine Tony, we had a run in with some muties that tracked me back to the yard." A downcast glance distracted him from his scan of the room as he continued, "I almost didn't get there in time. I almost failed boss...." A look of shock registered on the Tony's wrinkled face before being quickly replaced by anger. He grabbed Extros by the cowl and turned him roughly, holding the dejected man by the collar with surprising strength as he glared into the Karnethian's empty eyes. "You did what?!" he growled at Extros, "You slimy little rotshit I taught you better than that! Then you left him alone?! I oughta end your career right now gunkstitch but then what the hell did I buy that pricey little red piece you got at your belt for?!" Yet again all the eyes in the bar turned to Extros as he stood almost limply, allowing the old man to handle him. The occupants stared at the two in awe, some gripping their sidearms in case the dispute got volatile as altercations with the Karn so often did. Extros took a deep breath and for the first time a smile played across his lips as he stared Tony in the eyes with a ragged chuckle bubbling from between them. "You're right. I did. However I only left one alive like you showed me. I broke him Tony, every single bone. Piece by piece, limb by limb I broke that filthy scum sucking mutant with my bare hands. You were right ya know, I remember you telling me there was nothing quite like using your bare hands. You were right, the guns can't compete with the thrill. There's been something missing ever since. The sound of his screams and the way he cried out for mercy as I broke every last one of his ribs. Just like you taught me. I might have gotten sloppy toward the end, was kind of sleepy, a few bones might have punctured some organs but he didn't have to make it home for the message to be clear. While he's been down I increased the perimeter defenses with the livewire fence trick and a few other nasty surprises. If the mutants are stupid enough to try and go through mines, turrets, electrified barbed wire, various traps rigged around and whatever god awful contraption he's rigged himself while bored then we ******** deserve it." Extros hissed with poison dripping from every word, "Now if you'll be so kind I have business. The god damn broker Tony, I'm not asking again." If looks could kill Tony would have ignited like a funeral pyre that moment as he witnessed the lethality of a Karn truly for the first time. Though He'd always been good Extros had become ruthless, dangerous, predatory. The young bounty hunter had broached the limitations he'd thinly clung to between man and natural disaster. The value of life, his own and those of others, had become non-existent. It was far worse than the retired hunter realized, the mental trauma of the attack had taken a far greater toll on Extros than the physical pain hidden by the layers of bandages and salves to prevent infection. The mission was all that mattered, it wasn't that he was just taking it too seriously it was truly that nothing else was more prevalent in Extros' thoughts. After years of dealing with his student Tony knew his intentions. He could read Extros like a book and sometimes even knew his next move before the Karnethian even did. That hellish intent spoke volumes. "You're going after THAT, aren't you Ex?" Tony's dusty voice quivered a bit as he gulped, hoping he was wrong. "Would you stop me if I was? If I die like the rest I'll be another Karn corpse rotting in the landfills. You can't stop me, no one can. You could shoot me right now and I still wouldn't stop from beyond the grave..... Please Tony." The wiry hands released Extros from their grip as he silently pointed to various known brokers sitting around the bar. The customers resumed their activities slightly disappointed as they nursed double shot drinks that would assuredly turn into wicked hangovers the next day for most. The bartender loaded Extros up with another stiff whiskey as Ex placed a hand on the butt of the MODREV hanging from his belt.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 12:51 pm
The man sitting just to the right of them his side to the wall his back to no one hearing a job in the air his drink half empty. He watches the couple complete there conversation looking at Tony as he points the man out as an information broker.
The man shows no reaction to being singled out his sliver hair poking out beneath the pitch black hood covering most of his face followed by the black cape attached flowing to the floor even hiding the stool he sits on .
The man smiled to himself know hes one of the best informants in the bar currently though this Extros guy looks dangerous but not so much to scare him off a pay check.
He waves the would be employer over his hand secretly on his pistol just incase the business deal goes south.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 3:03 pm
Crimson Oathkeeper The man sitting just to the right of them his side to the wall his back to no one hearing a job in the air his drink half empty. He watches the couple complete there conversation looking at Tony as he points the man out as an information broker. The man shows no reaction to being singled out his sliver hair poking out beneath the pitch black hood covering most of his face followed by the black cape attached flowing to the floor even hiding the stool he sits on . The man smiled to himself know hes one of the best informants in the bar currently though this Extros guy looks dangerous but not so much to scare him off a pay check. He waves the would be employer over his hand secretly on his pistol just in case the business deal goes south. The subtle motion caught Extros' eye as he was waved over to one of the informants the elderly barman had pointed out to him. His billowing cloak was no longer required for concealment here as the dual firearms shimmered in the dim lighting and neon glows of the bar; showing a fair hand of immaculate care even through constant use. Not a single fleck of paint was chipped away from the ion pistol nor was the MODREV's silver handle too poorly scratched up as if it had been buffed and polished just this morning. Cartridges of ammunition clinked against his belt for both guns, far more than was really required but the last few days had left Extros wary of being caught without enough fire power to blow a hole through a tank if he had to. The plug units attached to the wrist connector of his exo-skeletal enhancements dropped down as Extros subtly plugged the reflexive action timer into his pistol with a motion so precise and quick that if you weren't directly looking at it one would assume nothing had happened at all. He stood a good head taller than the informant almost, his empty eyes sizing up the other man. Very little muscle tone, gaunt features and starved for cash like most of the top-world dwellers; a stark contrast to Extros' well nourished looking form with powerful muscle and predatory movements. "Haven't see you around. Let's make this fast shall we? I don't suggest we dance with that peashooter you're palming." Extros nodded to the other man's hand with a knowing gaze, situations like this when dealing with a Karn had become common due to the race's volatile nature when confronted, "I'm looking for a mineral touched and an outdated Replicant. Now I can do this one of two ways boyo. Either you can give me what I want and I line your pockets or I pop a few rounds through some non-vitals and see how talkative you feel afterward." Extros withdrew fifty credits from his pocket, hoping this would be cheap and showed it to the slender man garbed in more black than a hot topic in the nineties. As one hand lifted the money so too did the other pull the MODREV from its holster, ensuring that the other knew just how serious he had been about removing more than a few non-vital organs just in case he tried anything stupid enough to warrant an explosive round between the eyes. "Two names. Anigmus and Kane. All I've gotten out of your buddies around here so far and I wasn't exactly too thrilled with the last one's tone. Now do me a solid, take the cash if you have anything more like location, hangouts or even close family members. If not you're going to forget my face, my name and if anyone asks you to deliver; if I found out you did I'll turn your entire bloodline into a heap of slag so fast your sneaky little a** couldn't begin to comprehend what just happened. Are we crystal?" Extros growled as his thumb cocked back the hammer of the MODREV, the motions only concealed by his cloak as he stared the other man down. Exx caught himself midway through the threat and quickly added, "If you're good to me and mine I'll make you a very wealthy man. Do not cross me and you'll live out your days fueling whatever drug induced, greed laden dream your kind is prone to. What do you say?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 3:40 pm
The man smiled and let lose his hand from his pistol "i am Espio and i wouldn't shoot that here there are alot of prying eyes and ears ive heard of the two your looking for" he slowly pulls Extros in close so only he can hear what Espio says
he whispers "the element touched hangs out in the black market a few clicks south of where you boys tore through the mutants you so boldly claim to have killed. the Kane fellow is a little more ghost worthy with his activities he rarely is seen in the same place twice in the same month, But i know a few birdies have sang is songs around the same area i know of an unguarded subway tunnel that leads into the market. Nice and easy in and out, the last hitch is currently how beat up you are i don't think your gonna make the treck in your condition." the man slowly removes his arm from behind Extros's head letting him go back to up right standing 'i can help you get so better medical supplies there's a cache not far from here. what do you think would you like to hire me?"
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The Sweet Suffering Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 6:14 pm
“God damn it,”
His voice carried through the underground terrain of Midian. A thick heavily chemical smell began leaking from the table he was working at. He quickly jumps back as the liquid nearly splashes around his front side. Another failure to accomplish what he was so desperately attempting to recreate. He begins to shake his head as he raises a hand over the surgical table in front of him, screws began to replace themselves, and metal seems fused together once more as if being joined by some manner of cold fusion. The chemical reagent begins to scorch through the top layer of the metal structures. He neede to find some sort of way to neutralize its corrosive nature, while also being able to trigger such a reaction when he so desired.
He pulls out a torque wrench and gets back to work. He would have to find another sample of the sludge elsewhere. There was a rather large abundance of it after the event so many years ago, though as time seemed to pass moment from moment it either was absorbed, or seemingly vanished. A task in its own was finding a way to keep it from absorbing into any sort of containment vessels. He had been forced to seek out biological tissue in which to harvest ample sources of this resource. So far he stuck to what small vessels he could, rats, vermin, and other smaller beings as he was not quite ready to use a large scale sample. He had been very much interested in the effects he witnessed it have over living tissue when it interacted with it.
The first couple times he had tried to create a stable subject for this ooze it resulted in almost instantaneous death, a few moments relative to the amount of exposure; it either rotted away or left a puddle of larger ooze. It took him some time to figure out how it was he could keep such small things alive for long enough time to justify his expenditure. He turned to small bits of junk he had accumulated from prior experiments. He needed to create a way in which he could force the body to take on traits of the sludge for long enough that it would serve as a means of holding. What he managed to do however was merely prolong the inevitable Regardless of the mechanical enhancements and cybernetic augmentations he placed upon the vessels after a prolonged period of time they too were overcome and he reached the same end result. He then turned to cryogenics a crude, and very cheaply accessed resource, It seemed that under the right circumstances the sludge became somewhat easier to manipulate. Though still the same interaction occurred it merely prevented this from occurring for a few days to a week at most. He had just wasted however his last vessel for the sludge.
“Time to catch some more rats,”
He picks up Fract’chur and Ska’ar off of the side of the work bench and starts making his way out of his small make shift experiment room, upon exiting the doorway he hits a rather larger button to the left of the doorway marked “Purge” a liquid much similar to foam begins to fall from the ceiling and coats the entire expanse of the room before the material begins to vibrate and interact within. Once the oxygen within was depleted, It beings to ignite and sterilize the entire room’s facility, the compound was designs specifically to target bio-organic reagents, while not hindering the structures of mineral based resource. AS he walks his way through the stuffed underbelly of the Unuako’s facilities he pulls out a small box from his pocket only to twist the top sector of it open enabling a receiver to flip upward.
“Activate Dreadnaut, Override code ϴגⰂ (theta gimel vede)”
A grinding sound is heard from a couple doors over, followed by a revving noise then by a distinct stomping that was very rhythmic. He approached the sound and keys in the respected code to access the door only to then place his gear upon a small stand in the center of a mechanically crowded room. He seats himself in front of the small stand and begins latching himself into place. A small monitor lights up at eye level and he smirks, there was a disturbance in sector five in the known mutant district of the sewers. The location seemed like a very likely area for him to find sources of the sludge he so desperately was trying to weaponize. He set the destination coordinate in and allowed the mapping interface to do the rest. He places his hands upon the screen in front of him and places the Etz Hada’as into the console as a sort of key before he depresses the central point of it . The room around him begins to spin as it very much became gyroscopic. Like a circus attraction one commonly sees people spinning in; yet this one was made of several rings all spinning in differing directions ranging in the overall shape of a vessel fromt hat of a sphere to a wheel turned upon its side. The small stand puls itself in and over top of the seat in which Anigmus placed himself only to lock over him somewhat like a turret. He had no reason to need to manually drive the standard issue Dreadnaut, and so he allowed it to take him where he programs it to go.
“Well ******** a ferret and call him meat slinky,” He whistles to himself as he gets to the brutal scene of the crime.
There was a ripe stench to the place, the murder was not very fresh, but among the corpses he find traces of the sludge he so desired to acquire more of, though seeing as these corpses were already dead they gave him no such luck. He notices a scurrying very close by and watches a rather large rat make its way out of a local sewage pipe only to run up to where ant eye would have been only to begin hungrily burrowing into the skull of the male mutant’s corpse. He shakes his head and releases the latches holding him in the chair before removing the cube from its console immediately following his gear. The Dreadnaut begins taking itself beck through the long maze of sewage lines until it reached back to it home. He Lifts Fract’chur and brings it down upon the mutant’s skull shattering it, the detonation caused was enough to crack the ground under it and drive the rat which surprisingly had burrowed out of the skull into a large divot of the ground, he did this to fracture the earth and pipes underneath the dead in hopes of finding what he so desired, though what he found was nearly an unusable amount. The limbs of the rap began to rot away as it touched the small drops of sludge and he shake his ******** ******** s**t ******** ******** s**t ******** had to work fast before someone hears the commotion and comes to investigate.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 7:10 pm
'Many s**t hole bars lined the street. Beckoning in the runny s**t stains of this once great city.... Business as usual for me. Scum in a b*****d pit like this meant work here was abundant.' Kane thought to himself, his beaten up guitar case over his shoulder, hood up hiding his jigsaw puzzle face, the heavy duster keeping the rain mostly off of his body beneath.
Staring up at the near unreadable sign, he shook his head,"Any rank pit full of booze will do tonight..." He muttered to himself, entering the establishment and taking a seat at the bar on the far corner, keeping his head low and hood up. In a powerful voice he called to the bartender,"You're finest piss swill in your least filthy mug."
No sign of sarcasm in his tone. He was too tired. Though pain was always an after thought, the rain always made his muscles feel tighter and uncomfortable.... or was it just a trick of the mind... Lowering the guitar case and leaning it against the bar within hands reach. He paid no mind to the room, waiting for his drink.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 7:50 pm
Espio looks to the rather rude man ordering drinks it clicks in his head that thats the target he was being paid to find he taps Extros. "Hey isn't that the Kane guy your looking for making a scene over there? " pointing to him subtlety pointing out the man in the corner of the room
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 9:24 pm
Extros turned as Espio pointed to the replicant, the informant paying off as Ex slipped him the fifty credits that he'd had in his hand without another word. Tony eyed Extros from across the room while begrudgingly pouring Kane a drink from the cheapest bottle in the bar, not taking kindly to the tone. The bounty hunter's fingers twitched excitedly on the cold steel of the MODREV as he made his approach, catching the barkeep's eyes with an arrogant little smirk, assuring that only he could see the pistol attached to Extros' wrist by the filament cables. Tony shook his head warily at Ex as the young hunter carefully concealed his gun once more though keeping it locked and loaded should a quick change of plans come into play. With his free hand Extros flipped a credit piece onto the bar, giving the tender a slight nod as he took the drink without a word and sat next to Kane, sipping the other man's drink for a moment before wordlessly signaling for two more. "Quite the tough a*****e to find there Kane. Don't think we've had the pleasure yet. It actually took me a whole week to ferret you out of your hiding spots and here you come waltzing into my little home away from home. I'd call it irony but it's more likely sheer dumb luck." Extros remarked while never looking directly at the replicant, "I kept asking for quite some time about you and one other. Ya see, I'm offering to keep you well paid and well informed with steady jobs if you'll help me with somethin' rather nasty. They kept tellin' me that you were the perfect man for these little suicide missions and I'm interested." Tony came bustling back over as Extros gave a slight pause, motioning with his hand beneath the bar for Espio to come closer. This part he'd wanted the informant to hear as the drinks were poured and Extros set another coin down on the bar for their new informant friend as he approached. [Meta'd via permission] While the three sat at the bar Extros continued his explanation without waiting for any kind of retort or answer. "You see, my people have an old legend. Far older than me or you. A legend about two ancient gods who battled each other to a standstill, neither giving way though all documents of this fight have been wiped clean by our comrades upstairs outside Midian. Well my friends this tale doesn't really have a happy ending so I'll skip to the good part. There were two swords these creatures carried, one a blood drinking rapier and the other a toxic great sword. As the gods fought they brought such a mess that the maps themselves had to be redrawn but not before both exploded and showered the land in their energy. From these two came those who are like me and the Uenako." He recanted, making sure to pause just long enough to ensure he had their attentions, "Well as the story goes those two swords were the cause of such an explosion, spreading out across the world and planting the seeds of what our entire reality has become today. Gentlemen, I'm going after those swords. Think about it, do you really want to live your entire god awful life hiding; replicant? And you Espio, do you want to starve and survive on scraps? You look like you haven't eaten in a month! Revolution. That is all I promise to you. We find the swords, we take over this s**t world and we change things for the better." As Extros finished his story a look of panic creased his face as the off-blue screening unit contact of his COMM link flashed to life with information. Warnings and silent alarms cascaded down into his vision as adrenaline coursed through him with a ravaging force. Extros pressed his ear piece to activate the quick warning feature to assess damage. At the scrapyard as he feared the worst. "Damn it." Extros cursed, "Access level Khair Package." {Access level Extros Khair: Voice recognition granted. Full terminal access. Initiate protocol: Surprise party poppers. Six mines have been detonated via seismic activity from impact force of detonated explosive. Sub protocol active, Target: Lt.Dan stabilized within holding sector. Trespasser protocols initiated, codename:RAW. Turrets armed, motion detection systems active. Have a great day!} Scene Shift: ScrapyardAs the silent alarm's protocols went off the strategically hidden turrets shot out all around the junk heap, every speck of motion being met with an unmerciful spray of lead. Even rodents and objects prone to gravity were met with heavy fire from a multitude of defensive guns placed within the very piles of metal strewn throughout; making them nearly invisible to the naked eyes. Those nearest to Anigmus rocketed up from their hiding places, taking aim at the creature with an unforgiving projectile spray of alternating lead and rubber bullets, a little game Extros liked to play with those who got ballsy enough to step on his land. Laced throughout the yard were roughly forty-four landmines, twelve trip wire traps designed to snare the offending target or cripple, seventeen claymores and a circle of electrified barbed wire looped into a four foot high wall surrounding the house. Extros had taken no time to rest from his injuries as he made the small garage into a veritable bunker with a mutant's decapitated head posted with an iron spike driven through each eye socket to hold it to the sliding main door. The bodies and decaying matter had been left as a warning, to dissuade visitors to their domain, the Karnethian having gone above and beyond to even place some of the bodies upright against the trash heaps with thin pieces of wire wrapped around their ankles for some of the trip wires should any of the mutants try to grab the remains while he was out. To any who were not careful this would prove a very difficult journey. Scene: The Bar"If you're going to help me I need an answer now and I may need back up. Please, help me!" Ex cried out in panic over his shoulder as he bolted up the stairs and rushed to the street where he found an old beat up transport. It wasn't much but the rusty old piece would run, he was sure of it. While a bounty hunter is not the most technically equipped there are some aspects that come in handy when scavenging and hunting targets has been essentially your entire life. He slammed the butt of his gun into the vehicle's driver's side window and popped the inner latch through the now shattered glass as he frantically made his way inside. Beneath the steering column he popped the casing loose to expose the wires as he tweaked and twisted them together until with a sputtering cough the old engine kicked to life. "Hey get out of my car!" A young man cried as he rushed out of a dusty gray building across the street, panting for breath as he dashed toward Extros, "What the ******** are you doing you psycho s**t!" Without more than a sidelong glance to determine where the man was within fifteen feet Extros had the MODREV lined up and he unloaded a single explosive round into the poor man's knee. The bone and muscle surrounding the victim's leg exploded outward like a visceral flower blooming from just below mid-thigh as the limb went flying from the force of the concussive force from his detonating ammunition. "Sorry kid, I'll call you an ambulance but I need this more than you right now!" Extros shouted out the shattered window as he honked the horn impatiently at the other two who he hoped were following close behind. 
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 12:25 am
He's out there all alone Zips, He needs you to wake up...f
The voice in his subconsious stirred through the sedation as his head was swimming in a drug induced state as the beeping of monitors and life support systems seemed to be a waking dream until warm water rushed over him with a bubbling roar of oxygen exhale. The Tank had begun the purging process as the Droids prepared to help Zips out.
Ripping the mask weakly off his face Zips would crash to the cold concrete as steam hit his body his arms felt like jello and his head felt like a lead weight.
Coughing and gagging Zips pulled the intravenous tube from his throat vomiting the synthetic protein all over the concrete as he pushed up onto his arms only to be met by his robots who hastily sucked up the fluid he panted heavily.
"Tink....TINKER!?!"
The tiny bot skittered violently across the floor as it bounced in front of zips with concern. He was out of the tank a complete 4 days before optimal recovery then it came. The gentle pet of reassurance that Tink had been waiting for as he rolled his body in his Master's hand purring with computer servos to simulate contentment as he rushed quickly to get a blanket wrapping it around zips.
With a giant effort the creature managed to get him squared away bouncing contently as he waited for him to get his barrings. His face still wrapped in cloth Zips would use his arms to flip over before tearing the bandages off a new scar had sealed his right eye shut. New limb mounts crafted with care were attached to his limbs and he momentarily felt the dread of the accident all over again. Grabbing onto the Zips would raise himself up his arm reaching for a comm-link as he cursed slamming back to the floor and slipping the ear piece into his ear he saw the Face mask glimmering against the dim garage back drop.
Closing his eyes he managed to tap a few times on the ear piece inserting himself into the conversation picking up on key phrases and details in the background Zips was able to activate the intergrated GPS tracking down the exact location of Extros.
No sooner had he located his brother the proximity alarm went off fearing that it was another mutant invasion Zips punched a button effectively launching a Remmington shotgun with slugs over the top as he cocked the slide. He was not about to die without a fight! There was a Containment Exo-suit that Zips had used several times to clean the under-levels of the sewers to run wires for his computers. The fatigue was beginning to set in as he winced doubling over grabbing his ribs his breathing was violently labored as he pulled his chair over and lifted his body into it. Rolling to the Exo suit Zip grabbed the hanging arm and in the same rotation dropped 180 degrees down into the seat the straps criss crossing his chest as they synched tight locking him in. Linking in his stump sockets Zips Screamed out from the electrical shock of the uplink clenching his jaw he wrenched the exo suit into motion. It had been at least two years since it had been used so she was being a decrepit piece of tin to which Zips had to wrestle the rust out of. The proximity alarm was still active as he typed in a few key pas codes deactivating the alarms leaving the garage in a state of impending silence. That thunderous crash had shook him now his eyes looked around panicking as he swung wildly seeing the light cast shadow taking out one of the spare computers with a mech arm he would tremble grabbing the shotgun as Tink bounded up the arm and latched gently onto his master's shoulders his deamenor calming as his mind regained rationality.
The LED display finally pinged to life casting light across his face as the hydraulic gears finally got their s**t in order making the limbs move with minimal effort as the violent thud of the slow movement gained momentum. Zips was already dripping in sweat as he set the cordinates to the Front while arming himself with the shotgun He would snatch up his father's face mask and set into place ruined or not that mask belonged with him as the cracked lens finally fell away in the stride of the mech revealing the bandaged eye beneath as he dropped into the access tunnel the fetid stench of rotting flesh had greeted him. Gore and remains splashed the base of the mech he advanced slowly through the tunnel sweeping the shotty from side to side slowly.
That commotion had to have come from this area as it was the only way into the base other than the back door and only a select few knew about what laid at the end of the spectrum. Bringing up what display he could the reticle in the left eye of the mask offered a janky cross hair to aim by but he supposed it was better than nothing.
The exo-suit was minimal grade armor a literal skeleton of the tricked out apu modified for heavy lifting and minimal task. no armor a blow torch and the capability to crush concrete with a compressed air cannon attached to a clamp.
"Well...if all else fails we can give em a titty twister that they wont soon forget"
Tink would suppress a giggle as Zips piloted the exo like a second extension his mind now in survival mode as he moved through the tunnels pressing his back against the cool concrete walls before gasping as the spinal taps linked with his nervous system. He was used to this pain...his entire life since the accident had been one failed experiment to regrain his quality of life.
Sweeping left the auto pilot moved Zips in position as he used the inferred cameras to track residual signatures in complete darkness. It had to be some sort of armor to make a ruckus like this so the heat signature would infact be valid.
His breath tightened in his chest as he shouldered the C stock Shotgun his finger hovering over the trigger while he held another shell for rapid reloading should he need to rush off more than a warning shot.
Whistling shrill and short he wanted to get the intruders attention as the red light from the cross hair gave him a sinister appearance from the shadows as the shotgun was kept trained.
"THIS IS THE GG's Scrapyard Sector 7-unit 34 B you are trespassing...Identify yourself immediately or you will be considered a threat and dispatched accordingly!!"
His voice would boom violently against the tunnel walls it was either gonna go smoothly or it was gonna be a b***h for both involved. Pushing Tink behind his hair the tiny little robot clung to a few strands as he watched Zips Something had snapped inside of him. There was ruthless nature coursing through him now, Intent to kill as in the silence they waited the fetid air serving as a backdrop for what was to come. The battle with the mutants flashed instantly in his mind as zips gripped foregrip with a gentle creak of strain. He was going to investigate this deal with it and then get back to his brother's side he was going to no longer be a burden to their team physically as he shook the doubt from his mind he retrained the weapon down the tunnel as he used the thermals in conjunction with the shotgun ready to blow whatever was at the other end to high hell....
"Game on ******** the Access panel Raised Zips would prepare to defend his home despite the current state he was in. Giving all or nothing but nothing less than his best as his vision slowly began to blur. The Ratcheting of gears and pistons pulled the door away and back revealing the outside world as he listened for movements his mind on edge and his body prepared to react the scent of decay replaced by adreniline fueled anxiety as the world seemed to drop into a state of silence even he was uncomfortable with...
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 3:31 pm
Kane didn't respond to any of what he said, his tongue flicking against his teeth as he listened. Drinking his drink his taste buds were... not too good so it didn't matter the quality, It all tastes like piss. Before he could motion or retort the odd looking foul mouthed dreamer was begging for help and up the stairs.
Blinking and finishing his drink he stood up, grabbing his guitar case and walking out the front door. He walked past the car and screaming teen and over to a beat up motorcycle. It's parts as mismatched as Kane but when he kicked it on it roared. Pulling his hood back Kane showed his face, eyeballing Extros and giving him his answer,"Ya need my help that bad? Start with 200 credits for what we're about to do for ya now... And it's open to change."
Reaching toward the side of the bike he drew a long barreled gun. The twin barrel shotgun caught the lights of the street. Drums were attached to both barrels,"You pay me when it's done. You don't I take it out of your a** with my friend here." With that he motioned for Extros to lead the way.
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The Sweet Suffering Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 7:04 pm
Anigmus had very little time to react the moment the alarm triggered The Box he carried began to emit a very low frequency vibration. Anigmus shakes his head and spits on the ground, as he does so he watches a bullet fly from a pile of scrap metal and pierce his lugi before it even hits the ground. He seemed to be trapped, at least for the moment. His five eyes dart in separate direction canning the scrapyard around him. The smell of plastic made his nostrils burn, though he could actively see, and taste the choice metals around him. Several turrets were hidden rather tastefully within piles of junk. It was then that all the turrets seemed to come alive; Without thinking an instant longer Anigmus raises his hands calling forth to the metallic minerals and materials under the turrets effectivelyturning them away from himself. The resulting onslaught of fire launched at the sky ground and other piles began causing land mines to detonate. He lifts his fract’chur and slowly begins walking around the perimeter of the scrapyard. Every now and then he would call to some metal the looks randomly placed in a pile to assert if it was in fact a hidden plastic turret, or just a piece of junk. A rubber pellet launched from a turret strikes him in the base of the neck and bounces off. It stung that’s for damn sure, but it probably wouldn’t leave any lasting damage to his metal-like skin.
“Time to get this party started,”
He began walking over to the nearest pile of rusted metal at the far south eastern side of the scrap yard and began to climb it looking for a high vantage point it was clear to him that the noise and movement he had caused was more than likely going to bring about the attention of unwanted visitors. Upon reaching the top of the massive pile of scrap He lays down upon it pulling many bits of metal and plastic around himself. Setting up Ska’ar he lays there poising himself setting his sights from the south eastern angle over the rest of the view of the scrapyard. Fract’chur rested against his abdomen as he sat there motionless watching the turrets. He pulls out his Etz Hada’as and twists the bottom central unit of it causing the device to begin to emit a localized jammer of sorts, He was used to getting around some advanced tracking devices and found that using a jammer was the best bet to keep oneself undetected when triggering an enemy alarm. He attaches his thermal sight upon the scope of Ska’ar before loading ten hollow tipped cases of syringe sized munitions filled with liquid nitrogen encased in a quartz pressurized casing into a separate mag He grabs a handful of rusted metal from the pile he was within before squeezing it into small pellet sized balls to which he freely loads into the rifle. The second he hear the mechanized voice he held his breath. He takes careful aim and launches a pellet at an opposite pile of scrap meant to cause the being in question who detected him there to move toward the location of the disturbance. He takes that brief time to load the other clip in and stare at the turrets. He silently begins counting to himself waiting for the perfect moment before he subtly wills the metal of the turrets to begin facing the source of the voice. He remains silent ceasing his moment until something would cross his sights.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 10:57 am
Espio wandered over to where Extros was talking, listening to the less than witty banter while feigning disinterest. He'd heard the stories that the bounty hunter spoke of, nearly everyone in Midian had though few were ballsy enough to speak about it so openly. What really shocked him was how absolutely insane this mad man was for just popping off with it,nearly everyone who had gone after the pieces had been put down by either those who thought it was a terrible idea or the World Union took them out before they even got a chance to make much headway on the mainlands. Espio nodded to the barkeep as Extros bought him and Kane a drink though he chose not to partake in the swill, instead absently stirring it with his index finger as he listened to his employer ramble.
He sat nodding along absently as his mind wandered, he knew where suicide missions like this usually went, only to be snapped back to reality as the Karnethian seemed to get a transmission that truly worried him. It was an odd sight to see a man who had just recently had a gun drawn ready to try and blast Espio off his feet suddenly in a full panic and bolting for the door. It was more curiosity than anything that prompted Espio to follow behind, just making it up the stairs in time to see Extros smash out a car's window and shred someone's leg with the nonchalance one would take to opening up a pop can. The sight was unsettling how easy some of these bounty hunters took human life for granted but he wasn't about to complain without some cover from that nasty piece Extros waved around. He warily hurried to the vehicle as the horn blared, plopping down into the passenger seat of the rusty escort.
"Did you really have to do that Extros? What if you alerted someone or that guy had ties to something we might need for this little quest of yours?" He asked in exasperation as Kane's motorcycle roared to life and nearly deafened them.
Espio quickly buckled himself in as Extros revved the dusty engine, unsure of what to make of the Karn's driving as of yet and ensuring that any quick stops by this psycho wouldn't send him flying through the windshield.
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Deviant Excision
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 12:31 pm
He revved the engine, bringing it up to temperature with a rust soaked cough and sputter, trying to get the vehicle to kick up as he nodded to Kane; not caring about the price it would take to get the job done. The tires squealed against the cracked pavement with a furious revolt as the car lurched forward violently and shot off down the road with no regard for what stood in its way. Extros ripped through the streets, pushing the car to its limits as fast as he could with the other two in tow as the curving streets gave way to the wastelands that surrounded the scrap yard.
"All units, defensive priority. Shoot to wound and keep your target safe. I want the sons of bitches that broke in alive when I get there. Estimated time, five minutes tops." He reported through his COMM unit's mouthpiece at the hood of his cloak before turning his attentions to Espio, "You ever waste a couple muties to make some quick cash? You're about to."
Unbeknownst to all involved in this wild goose chase deep below the shaft that Extros had left the battered mutant from a few days prior his kin had found the brutalized man and were none too happy about Extros' treatment of their fallen comrades. Scouts had circled the area for days, gathering intelligence in the dead of night as they deciphered the bounty hunter's timing for the preparations he'd made over the past few days. They were well aware through thermal imaging just what the Karn had been up to, watching each night as he buried mines, set them to triggers and even displaced the locations of the advanced belt fed turrets that he'd loaded out with multiple alternating chains of rubber and armor piercing bullets. The trip wires were easy enough to bypass but the field of activateable mines and claymores made it rough terrain though these were no ordinary foot soldier goon squads. He'd taken many from them and a council had been held on just what to do with this Karnethian scumbag who'd so brutally treated their kind, the disrespect of the bounty hunter being far more than they could take and soon their own little army of trained mercenaries was dispensed to deal with the problem. Twenty units in all armed to the teeth with dragonscale kevlar bulletproof armor from tip to toe with a variety of assault rifles, ion pistols, plasma swords and grenade launchers doled out to the preferences of the mercs until five of each was placed through the ranks. This time they were ready and do whatever it took to kill Extros and any others who stood in their way. The organized troops marched upward through the pipe that the body had been left in, preparing for war.
The car strained to meet Extros' demands as the empty wastelands were filled with dust from the tires, the rain that had been pouring down ceasing dramatically to give way to the dry stinking air of the deserted plains. As they whipped up to the scrapyard the car screeched to a halt, drifting sideways as Extros slammed down on the brakes and provided himself with potential cover should the worst have occurred. As the vehicle shuddered to a stop he was out the door in no time flat, whipping his guns from their holsters as he shot off to the side behind one of the nearby trash heaps as cover. he scanned the terrain carefully, seeing no signs of life but hearing the racket kicked up by the alarm systems blaring in his ears.
"Voice command, access level Extros: Program shutdown." He commanded to the system, disabling the current parameters of the defensive system before he shouted, "Come on out little buddy. I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me."
His fingers stayed steadily over his pistols as he awaited a reply, ready to take action at the drop of a hat while his skin flushed a dull gray, hardening like a bulletproof armor in case he'd misjudged his opponent.
In the distance the mutant horde made their way, preparing for battle as they trekked across the harsh conditions of Midian's wastelands.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 9:31 pm
Aegle found herself at the odd end of a odd request. Her sometimes boss called her comset, and even through the static, she could hear the name, possible location, and kind that was her target. "Ya.. Ya.. You will hear from me when ya hear from me." She said, her voice slightly hoarse. Raising her arm up, she took the com out of her ear, not caring to listen for anymore of his calls. Dumba** idiots, she thinks, shaking her head. Stepping away from the wall where she had been standing, she steps over to her motorcycle and straddles it. Wearing a full length leather duster coat, the gloves and she kicks the bike to life, creating the loud echoing in the alley of the massive roar of a still working machine. Leaning over towards the handle-bars, she pulls her coat up off the ground, the weak light shifted and caused a bare glint against her weapons. Riding in one of the saddle bags was her rifle, and short sword. Two pistols stay on her body at all times, as does the boot knife.
As she roared away, the dust cloud that followed her bike was a tell-tale sign that someone was on the move across the wasteland. As she came into the city, she slowed her bike. The still fairly loud roar, was dulled some by the sudden rain, and.. She was drenched, as she had forgotten to find a d*** hat before leaving. As she pulled the bike to a slow stop, she lifted her leg over and walked over to a small group that were all strung together. Not rightly caring about what they were whispering, she spoke up, her voice a bit low making them all come a little closer to her. "I'm looking for someone. Another one of my kind.." She lifted her face at that point, showing what she was, a snarky grin covering her face. For some reason, the sudden unease that came across the others face just gave her the urge to follow through. Instead, she laid a hand on the butt of her pistol. "So.. Who hear would rather tell me? And who would rather be a body full of holes?" She asked, tilting her head slightly, causing her hair, midnight in color, drift over her shoulder, showing the thick braid she held it in. She pinned each of them with her flat black eyes, waiting silently. None spoke and with that, she pulled one of the guns out and holds the barrel to one of their heads. With a quick jerk, one fell, lifeless and she turned her gaze to the next one. "Last chance." She says softly. The others all lifted a trembling arm and pointed down the road.. Towards what seemed be an unmarked place. Following their arms, she nodded, and holstering her gun she turns away. Striding back towards her bike, she straddles it and kicks It to life. Roaring away, she leaves the others standing there, clinging to each other their eyes slightly wide as they stared at their buddy.. With the hole in his head.
Shaking the wet from her face, she stands not far from the bar. Having ventured inside, she didn't ask anyone questions. She just had a drink… If something that nasty could be called a drink. Shaking her head at the memory, she had heard bits and pieces of enough to think he would show up here sooner or later. So she took up station a bit away from it. Wiping her hand over her face, she resigned herself to standing out here.. In the D*** wet, waiting for who knows who long. Within hours though, she see's him. As she tracks her gaze over the covered body, she just knows it has to be him. Watching him walk inside, she nods slightly to herself. Moving towards her bike, not long after he went inside, she twists herself around after hearing the commotion from inside, a voice yelling and males running outside. With a soft snort, she see's her target shoot the idiot in the leg, thinking to herself, should have just kept your mouth shut. After watching a stranger jump into the broken into car, and yet another one straddle a bike they roar off.. The car sounding like it was going to fall apart. Wondering what could have happened to have caused that type of panic, she jumps onto her own bike, and proceeds to follow them, albiet a bit behind of course. The dust could following them covered her from their eyes, and her own cloud of rank dust from the wide tires. Cutting her engine once she couldn't hear theirs anymore, she drifted her bike off the broke road some. Moving closer on foot, she see's that it is a junkyard.. Her eyes narrow as she moves closer, with both her rifle and her sword in place on her body now. Once close enough, she slows and keeps a grip on the pistol on her right side, ready to pull it if needed… Until she hears him call out. Cocking her head, she listens, and snickers, wondering how it is he would know if she meant to harm him or not. But having heard the sirens and screetching of the alarms, she goes with wanting to see what in the h*** was going on. Moving into his range of vision, she keeps her head slightly lowed, like she always has until she is closer to another person. And her hands away from her weapons, to show she means no harm. Calling outwards to the others, she says, "Alright, I'm coming out… I swear.. A girl can't go anywhere without someone wanting to see her." Once she had gotten a little closer she lifted her face and look Extros strait in the eye, smirking slightly. "You were easier to find than I thought you would be."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 3:20 pm
As he road behind Extro's... car held together with duct tape and dreams, Kane began to run scenerio's through his heacd until they entered the desert junk yard. A flash of lightning from the heavy overcast gave Kane a glimpse of large shadows laying in wait. He could smell them... even over the exhaust for this s**t brick car ahead of him. Once Extros parked Kane slid to a stop and parked the bike behind a nearby wall that was used for cover quite recently. He turned, eyeing the group as he opened his Guitar case and slammed the long neck of it into the ground with ease. The case holding up. Inside were guns and a rather beat up but solid bat. Hunkering down Kane would grumble, reading his 2 pistols.
His blue eye scanning over the grounds,"I assume you have a security system in place Karnethian?" His patch work face showing focus,"If so, turn it all on now. Company is commin and they ain't here to give you a gift." Cocking his .45 Desert Eagle,"They here to s**t on your lawn."
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