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PostPosted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 6:48 pm


"Come on, you lazy dogs! Put your backs into it!"

I would if I could feel my back..." Theo struggled to get up a second time, accidentally being sidetracked and getting flung into a dirt wall about five feet high from the Goliath's fist. The impact he made left a deep imprint, making it that much harder to get out as he could barely move his arms or legs, flaring from the pain. With great effort, he pressed his hands and feet against the wall, popping himself free. He then decided to stretch, not wanting to cramp from that awful position, and heard his back pop. Somehow, it made him feel a little better. He wrestled his gun from the wall before continuing to fight. They were going at this one Goliath for what seemed hours, and not making any progress.

As he stood his ground, suddenly he heard a loud bang off behind him, and he was sure the others noticed it too. "This way!" Theo waved his arm at a couple men, who quickly followed the boy to where he suspected the sound originated. It didn't take long to see a second Goliath creep into the Junction from the opposite end of where they were fighting the first. They wasted no time in pulling triggers, assaulting the beast before it had a chance to get any closer. It let out a howl in between shots, which deafened the three, forcing them to stop for a moment, although Theo squeezed a little too hard on his blaster and shot off part of a tusk, making the mutant reel slightly from the blow. It let out an enraged roar as it advanced. They did everything they could to hold the beast, but it was about as stubborn as its cousin.

"Rrgh, this is no good!" Theo gritted his teeth. "Weren't we supposed to get backup or something?" he turned to one of the men, who simply shrugged.


---


Several screens whizzed by on the monitor, some looking almost unrelated to each other, but all were shots of the three recent Junction raids;Veteran's Port, Hanover, and Splinterburg, the last of which having quite a moderate amount. They were all from security cams set up in each Junction to monitor certain areas within. Some shots had Goliaths, others had Young, some were a group of people running as if they were in some kind of marathon, and others still had CEC militia fighting off the invading beasts.

Madelaine studied them all several times over, and it was all she could dig up at this point. If Zach ever did receive the help he needed, the Council would have to respond in droves if they were to rid Hanover and Splinterburg. It just keeps getting worse. And not over time, no, as if someone had influence over the beasts' minds and were directing them to the Junctions. This was happening every goddamned minute, and it looked like it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He HAS to know about this. but she couldn't just barge in on the middle of a debate, could she? Even if she was allowed, it would be risky. Madelaine let out a sigh, taking a sip of some more coffee.

Then another thought entered her mind, and she quickly enacted it. She created a folder, Abruptly titled "Your Problem" and moved all the images to it. But as she did so, something that had escaped her eye before was now caught; the image of a robed figure stood out like a sore thumb in the first picture she went to move. As she looked at more, she spotted this same figure over and over. Of course, in this day and age, robes were common among cultists, but it didn't seem like these were more than one person. Whoever they were, they certainly had something against Zach, or so Madelaine theorized.

However, in each of the images, the mutants didn't seem to be attacking this person. It was like he was invisible, or this person was indeed the culprit. "DAWN, can you get a better image of this person?"

Suddenly, only one solitary picture remained as the others were whisked off somewhere. The image zoomed, cleaning up the resolution as best as DAWN could, before the image was flung to the left of the screen and another came into focus. DAWN did this for every picture Madelaine found before it returned to her original cluttered mess. "My apologies, Miss Taylor, but I cannot identify the person for you."

"At least you tried, right?" Madelaine often did this, subliminally; try and cheer up an AI. And that AI was the supercomputer's avatar.
PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 5:34 am


[ Nicole : Citadel : Council Room ]

Lend one of her own entourage. What, was the headmaster serious? She said she didn't have the units to spare and now the old coot wished to see if one of her elite guard could take the plate. This was ridiculous, no. Why wasn't he looking to the other members? Just because she had androids as guards didn't mean they were up to par with Ginzou's senti elite. Well, they could handle mutants. But that wasn't the point. This was her mortal enemy he was asking to help. Her enemy till death. Didn't he know? Didn't he understand what he was requesting?

Nicole clenched one of her fist tightly but covered it with her other hand to avoid suspicion as she contained her swelling anger at this outrage. But whether she liked it or not, The headmaster had her. There was really no excuse for her to use in this situation now. So with reluctant effort she acted surprised.

“I could Headmaster, but I doubt it will do much good. Still, if you wish it of me I might even be able to scrounge together a footmobile or two from our repair bay. But I doubt a full fire team of five.” If she couldn't win by not assisting she would win by trying her best in helping.

The other members of the council looked to Nicole in admiration. Obviously commending her for being able do what they themselves refused to even give a glance at. They disgusted her. But she realized this was contradicting what she wanted all along. They weren't helping yes. But do to Darwin, she was forced to. Ironically. Oh well, maybe this could work out in her favor.

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PostPosted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:57 pm


As Sera was sipping some more of her drink, she thought she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, from one of the thugs across the diner. But as she put down the glass, she saw all was as it was. Perhaps he was just shifting in his seat. Yeah, I'll go with that.

That is, until what she saw next.

One of the thugs reached out and grabbed the skirt of Ava's uniform, holding it as if it was both his security blanket and if he had a grenade in his hand. "I saw what you did there, kitten." By now, Ava was on the verge of losing her calm, and Sera caught her trembling slightly.

"Who did what now?" It was a thug off in the corner, to Jack's right. He seemed like the type of person who had no clue what he was doing.

The one holding Ava's skirt ignored the question of his comrade. "I thought you would be the kind of lady who didn't give in easily."

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about." Ava responded, doing her best to maintain composure.

The thug chortled. "Don't think I didn't notice you slip that napkin, no doubt scrawled with some kind of message to red eyes over there." When he said 'red eyes', he motioned his head over to Jack. But, oddly, he let go of her skirt now. Sera was on full alert, looking to Jack what he did with her gun. "But I suppose it's only natural, mistaking us for some kind of thugs. Right boys?" the whole diner gave light jeers towards the one talking. "Now, where's my drink kitten? I've been waiting for over an hour." Ava was about to head back into the kitchen at this point when he grabbed her skirt again.. "And make sure you don't pull a fast one, or else you and purple shirt get it. Got it?"

Ava didn't respond right away, just looked the thug dead in the eye before disappearing into the kitchen.

Sera sat, blinking a couple times. She looked down at her clothes, remembering what the thug said. Apparently she was 'purple shirt' here, Jack was Red Eyes, and Ava was kitten. Weird names from what, so far, seemed like tough customers, but Sera just had a hunch they were going to pull something. Something in which the two had to get involved with.
PostPosted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 6:28 am


[ Jack : Steel Town : Steel Meals ]

Now the place was getting somewhere and for once Jack wasn't at the center of it. Glancing to Sera, who stared back with a look that suggested he had taken something from her, Jack passed the napkin message over and motioned for the young woman to be ready. The gun she still had holstered would be useful, should things get out of hand.

Looking briefly at all the “friendly” onlookers, who seemed rather pleased with the turn of events, the waitress made her reappearance with the morons drinks. The main thug from before. A rather competent looking bozo armed with a clean blade, eyed his “kitten” with contempt. Going so far as to knock aside one of the drinks purposely.

“Look what you did you clumsy little thing. I can't believe this place has such horrible customer service.” The goon was enjoying this. That humiliation, that obvious fear this waitress had in her eyes. It was great, and no one was man enough to help.

No man, anyway.

“Now then, why don't you clean up this mess and get me another drink.” The idiot purred, acting as innocent as his appearance would let him. “Maybe then, I'll let you go on that little napkin incident with red eyes.”

Jack watched in anticipation while the young waitress gave a shaky breath, she was done with this. “No...”

The goon's demeanor changed instantly. “No? You don't just say no, when a Howitzer tells you to do something kitten. Now, go get me that drink.” His voice was cold, revealing the true nature of a killer who made his living out in the wastes.

Jack smiled deviously at the man's threat and commended the waitress for her bravery. But she didn't seem like the fighting type. So, stepping in now was probably the best coarse of action since judging by the way the thug was rising from his seat with his closest friend in tow, the young woman had just stepped into the frying pan.

Getting from his seat Jack strolled over to the duo, “I Think you should leave the woman alone.”

The pair of goons obviously didn't like the sound of reason. Especially from a nobody like Jack. However, that didn't mean reason was the only thing Jack knew. Taking a step forward the closest thug of the team snorted in his face, warning him to back off. “You know... I don't like goody-goodies.” he growled. “So why don't we make a deal. Your friend, for your life.” The man's voice was dry with the hint of an accent and his attempt at a threat was, okay at best. But the mechanical man was being generous.

“Like I said before guys, that woman doesn't want to be bothered.” Jack continued. “So, would it be too much to ask for you and your chums to hit the road?” Smiling innocently, the mimic directed them to the door with a hand. Hoping no harm would come of this.

Sadly, he was mistaken.

Detecting the force of a sharp object miss his head by mere inches, Jack sighed as his smile faltered. “Guess were doing this the hard way.” With a catch of the wrist, a pop of the elbow and a twist to the neck, first blood was spilled. The thug before Jack was dead.

Silence, hit the room, as the mimic observed the onlookers who stared on in utter disbelief. The speed at which Jack had executed their friend was beyond that of a simple human. Were these punks actually rethinking their tactics? Perhaps now, they would listen to reason.

Dropping the lifeless corpse to the floor next to him. Jack lowered his voice while directing his attention to the original moron who tried to play it tough next to the waitress. “Now, I didn't want to do that... But if you keep attempting to take my life. Or, even try to harm either of the two women here. I may be so inclined to continue...”

The last man, wasn't listening.

With a flash of steel, a serrated knife jerked forward eager for blood. Jack hopped back, then to the side. Clearing the blow that was meant for his chest by seconds.

But it didn't stop there. Flicking his wrist, the Goon reversed the blade opposite the thumb and tore after. Jack ducked, feeling the momentum ride like a hurricane overhead.

That was right. Become reckless, get stupid with anger. It was all Jack needed.

“You little red eyed b*****d! Die!” There was nothing to hold back the thug now, as Onlookers cheered and hollered, egging their champion on from all around. The waitress however, was backing away, scared for her life.

Going on the offensive, Jack struck a closed fist along the jaw of his opponent. The man stumbled, before coming back with a renewed vigor.

This goon, this thug. Was possibly the most determined individual Jack had ever seen, maybe the guy he had killed was a good friend. But none of that mattered now. What mattered, was the elimination of all threats.

Hopping back from a low sweep Jack moved in with a turn of his body and shot his leg out, the kick struck hard. Then it was over.

The man hadn't even realized he was dead. Even as his head was now snapped firmly against his back, the determined moron still struggled to reach for his enemy as his last seconds of life faded from him and he collapsed in a heap.

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 3:01 pm


The whole room went silent. Ava was nowhere to be seen, perhaps hiding somewhere in the kitchen, and two of the thugs were dead. Again, Sera was dumbfounded, but her stupor was interrupted, and she was flung back to reality as each and every one of the brutes got out of their seat and tried to kill both Jack and herself.

"GET DOWN!" she shouted at Jack before blowing off half the head of one thug with a bullet from her gun. His body limped to the floor, and she didn't even realize he was holding a rather large knife, obviously intending to cut the boy.

"Someone get purple shirt!" she heard a thug yell, and that was her cue to take up defense.

Sorry, Ava. she thought to herself as she forcefully kicked her table, and although sturdy enough to hold her food and Jack's water, didn't seem perfectly bolted down. It popped right off the ground, and she quickly grabbed the shaft before bringing the side of the table down on a thug's head, knocking him unconscious. Getting on the booth seat, she held the table like a shield, which blocked all attempts to cut her down, though she had little room to pick any of them off. When she spotted a break in their slashes, she leapt off, narrowly avoiding another attack, and swung the table like a bat, which sent one of the thugs rolling to the side as she crashed it on the head of the second. The tabletop somehow split this time off of the shaft, rolling a bit before falling down. The end where it was attached to the shaft was horribly mangled, providing a great weapon for some stabbing of her own.

"Yer dead, kid!" the thug she rolled suddenly lunged at her, and she stuck the end of the table shaft into his stomach, then carefully placed her gun to his chest before pulling the trigger. He was flung off so hard, he cracked the back of his head where two booths joined.

Sera gave a smirk, then looked to his own weapon, which was some kind of hi-tech gun. She went to grab it when she heard a gunshot that wasn't her own. Quickly picking up the carcass, she decided to employ it as a meat shield before glancing back briefly to see where the shot ended up. It was where her head was if she was still sitting in the booth seat. The carcass took a lot of blows, and Sera managed to cripple at least two other thugs by shooting one in the leg and the other in the stomach, blindly. They keeled from the pain, but the fight was far from over.
PostPosted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 9:06 am


[ Jack : Steel Town : Steel Meals ]

Jack had to hand it to Sera, her combat skills were certainly up to par. But, she didn't really have all bases covered, neither did he. Stepping out of the way of an airborne hatchet, the mechanical man directed his attention to yet another furious face. Heavily muscled and Clad in a wardrobe that consisted mostly of worn leather, belts and metal plating, This pissed off gorilla seemed to mean business.

Jack cleared his throat.“Why hello there!” He began.”Oh! Where are my manners! My name is Jack, and that young lady in the purple shirt over there, who seems to have just disintegrated one of your pals, is Sera. Tell me, have we met?” The mimic's words were like super fuel to the large armed bruiser's boiling rage. With a guttural roar, the man-beast let loose his fury.

Narrowly avoiding a heavy handed fist to his chest, Jack danced to the side. The lumbering brute went with a backhand, it connected.

The mimic stumbled, literally being forced back by the hit's momentum. But the brute hadn't even begun, the fun was just starting.

Barely managing to recover, Jack felt his chest compress as his opponent acted on the machine's lowered guard. Like a released spring the mimic shot back, slamming hard into a wall some distance away. It was not a great experience.

Staggering, Jack rolled as gunfire littered the place he had just been, tearing apart a small picture with some assortment of colors arranged in an unusual way. Getting up, a bat then went into his ribs, courtesy of yet another fellow patron who seemed stupefied at Jack's lack of reaction.

Snapping the bat in two, the machine watched as the lanky punk fished for a revolver nervously. Jack sighed as he kicked back one of the idiot's knees, disfiguring his leg with a loud crack. They never knew when to learn.

Unfortunately, he either.

The sound of a familiar roar for attention caught Jack late as a fist sprawled him to the floor. The beast had returned, only this time he now aimed a wrist mounted mini-cannon at the mimic's head. Feeling lucky, Jack kicked the weapon up before it could charge resulting in a small bolt that turned one of the goons near Sera into ash. Jack chuckled, “Hey Sera! mind if you lend me another hand?”

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 1:00 pm


Sera just watched as a thug near her suddenly turned to ash. She figured it was from one of these goons, as she didn't suspect Jack had anything that was capable of that. Upon hearing his plea, she jumped at the chance. "You got it!" but little to her knowledge, as she tried to shoot him, all she heard were clicks. Crap, just blanks. "Hold on." She saw a goon creep up on her, to which he met the sole of her boot, and she heard something snap. She most likely broke his nose, as he stumbled backward, clutching it as his hands slowly became bloodier.

Taking six bullets from her strap, she popped the magazine out of her gun before inserting the rounds. Once she was finished, she popped the magazine back in the butt of the gun before slamming the end of the gun down on another thug's head. It only angered this one, so she shot him in the face, completely blowing it off and his body slumped forward. Remembering Jack's predicament, she shot three rounds at the thug who had him pinned, one catching his shoulder, one hitting him in the side, and the third striking the side of his head, massacring the ear. the thug yelled in agony, completely losing his focus on Jack as he clutched his nonexistent ear. "That should hold him a while." she said moreover to herself than Jack.

These guys just didn't know when to quit, as another came rushing straight for the girl, knife raised over his head. Sera jumped off the seat before matching the thug by rushing at him. Before they collided, Sera swiftly sent her foot into the jaw of the thug, forcefully sending him sky-bound, and he actually raised off the ground a couple feet. Sera's pose looked like she was doing the splits, only vertically. She then spun on her heel and gave a roundhouse kick to the guys stomach, sending him back to where he was.

She was certainly getting tired of this. Although she had enough bullets to silence them all with a single blow to the head, they seemed to have more. Fortunately she had that steak, so she had enough strength to continue, and wasn't running off energy drinks. She noticed one of the thugs, rather burly and sporting what looked like a camouflage muscle shirt underneath all his gear, head in the back. Ava! she rushed after the goon, hopping over carcasses and doing her best to avoid any gunfire sent her way.

The brute did his best to avoid Sera's bullets, though she caught him in the leg, above the back of the knee. He didn't show any sign of slowing, however. The two passed through another door, and the thug immediately reached out for Ava, whipping around and pointing a blaster at her head. Sera skidded to a stop as soon as she saw what he was trying to pull. It was the classic hostage situation, and his words only emphasized the matter.

"Take one step and I blow her head off!" he didn't seem cowardly about it either, as shown on his face. This man was determined at trying to hold off Sera and Jack's efforts in wiping out the rest of the brutes. "Lower your gun!" Sera didn't listen. "I said lower it!" his voice was more commanding this time.

Sera hesitated for a moment. If she lowered her weapon, he might pull a fast one on her. On the other hand, if she didn't, they'd be making no progress. The sound of the thugs yelling in the main room of the diner could be heard. Eventually she did lower her weapon.

"Put it on the ground. Do it!" Sera did as she was told. "Now, kick it over." Seeing no other choice, she followed his orders. Ava just stood there in the thug's grip, sweating from the tension and out of fear. The barrel of the thug's gun kept reminding her of her dilemma, and what fate she'd receive if this guy ever decided to become trigger happy.

"Are you sure you want to do that, though?" the thug looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Ava just gave a look to Sera as if to say stop it. "I mean, don't you guys need her for something?"

"Stop playing games!" the brute commanded.

"Hey, I'm just trying to strike a deal."

The guy gave her a contemplative stare. "I'm listening..."

Sera took a single step forward. "So, here's my deal; me, for her. I'm sure I'll be worth more anyway."

The thug thought about this for a second. "Fine." He shoved Ava towards her, and Sera patted the girl on the shoulder before she disappeared into the previous room. He pointed his blaster at Sera. "Now you'll do whatever I say."

"I'm fine with that."

"Get over here so I can make sue you don't pull something funny." he motioned with his free hand while still pointing his blaster at Sera. She promptly walked over. It was a little uncomfortable. Now your gun. Give it to me." Sera bent down to retrieve her weapon, all the while having the barrel of the opponent's weapon breathing down her neck. She handed it to him; boy, were his hands huge! He must have been on steroids or something. The thug studied her gun, lowering his own for just a brief second.

Sera took the opportunity to turn the tables, kicking the thug hard in the nether-regions, and he didn't even seem to see her kick her gun out of his hand. She caught it in the air before spinning around, her back facing him while she had her gun pointed at the guy and let loose a round, blowing half his head off. "Maybe you should pay more attention to your hostages." she said, though her words only echoed on empty air. She then coughed, forgetting that in all the chaos, she didn't even realize to use her respirator.
PostPosted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 8:50 pm


[ Jack : Steel Town : Steel Meals ]

With his opponent now in a disorientated state Jack jumped to his feet and moved in, making use of the situation Sera had given him. The big brainless gorilla who only moments before was about to turn the mimic's hide into spare parts, was now not so menacing. The thug staggered and swayed back, clutching his wounds in a vain attempt to still the bleeding. He was already about to die from shock.

Or was he? Gritting his teeth the beast tore open a small satchel attached to his belt, within it a number of odd colored syringes spilled free, shattering upon the ground. All except one. Catching it with a shaky hand, the goon ripped off its protective covering and ejected the contents into a leg. All Jack could do was stare on in curiosity as the man-beast got “better” from his aliment. Something, that didn't work in the mimic's favor. With a mighty guttural roar the bruiser once again had Jack in his sights, this time however, he opted to improvise a nearby table for a weapon. The machine blinked, “No, your suppose to collapse to the ground. This is not how it works.” Slowly, Jack backed away. Right into the hands of two awaiting assailants. Who seemed more then pleased with their luck.

One of them leaned close to his ear. “Whats the matter? Finally lost that nerve you little ******** tough guy's voice was grating on Jack's audio receptors causing him to flinch slightly. Still, the man's words did little to coax intimidation into the mimic. In fact they did the opposite. Thinking fast Jack broke free of their hold and bolted straight towards the big busier, caring little for the on coming table above.

Dropping to his knees, the mimic arched his body back as the gained momentum glided him across the floor, narrowly missing the gorilla’s stride to clobber him, but being successful in giving the other two his fate. The thug growled, tossing the remains of the now shattered table aside.

Getting to his feet Jack caught his bearings and took into account that Sera and the waitress were nowhere to be found. This was good, if they had managed to escape. Bad, if they were caught. Either way the machine's Job now was a whole lot easier with the lack of friendlies. It was time to get serious.

He spoke to soon. Out of the backroom the waitress made another appearance, catching the eye of not only him but every other baddy who still remained. She, had just painted a target upon herself. Smiling at his luck, Jack dashed for the only opening that would get him in between the advancing party. The booths. But not before the biggest guy had his say.

With a lunge the goon moved in for the kill. Jack shifted, detecting the force of a fist swipe the air in front of him. His opponent would not be ignored.

Thinking fast the mimic lashed out with a kick. The beast reeled. Jack leapt, using the opening to bring a second. The man collapsed. But, refused to stay down. This was getting stupid now.

Receiving a blurred fist, the mimic went airborne. Then to the ground. A final punch ensuring his short flight.

Jack blinked, imprinted into the floor. Where was the sheriff and his men? Didn't anybody notice the noise, or was the place sound proof? Regardless this had end, that waitress had made him lose focus. Hopping to his feet hopefully for the final time, Jack steadied his stance, getting a wry grin out of his enemy. “Oh no big guy, I'm much to dense for surrender.”

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PostPosted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 4:09 pm


Sera strutted out into the diner as if she owned it, only to be greeted by Jack, forcefully stuck in the ground. She looked over him before he hopped to his feet, but it was the third wheel of this bike she was more concerned about. Grabbing Ava while Jack preoccupied the brutes, she brought her back into the kitchen. "I thought told you to stay in here!" Ava didn't respond, only small, indecipherable mumbles. Sera shook her head."Look, I know the scene is ugly at the moment, but we're trying to get rid of them. And in order to ensure your safety, I need you to stay in here. Okay?" Ava nodded weakly, and that was good enough for Sera.

The teen girl then attempted to haul the corpse she left in the stock room out to the diner itself. She managed, but caught the eye of every psychopath in the room. Slightly stupefied by the odd scene, Sera took full advantage and unloaded her gun, striking random thugs in random places. The first victim took a bullet to the eye, and he staggered from the blow, eventually collapsing. Her second opponent was shot in the groin, and he clutched his bleeding nether-region, eventually falling over. Lucky victim number three had part of his head blown off and crumpled to the floor. Rounding out the field was victim four, taking it to the mouth and disembodying his chin, which now partially hung loose as if he was a serpent. He too, staggered and eventually had to hold onto something to gain balance. Shot five ricocheted off a light, blowing the bulb and sending sparks flying over another thug before eventually meeting the leg of her next target. Lastly, number six completely shattered a thug's lung, leaving a hole big enough to see where the bullet now sat, but not big enough for the brute to pull it out.

In the span of seven seconds, Sera had terminated five thugs and gravely injured another. She blew on her now smoking barrel and giving a coy grin at the remaining foes. "Anyone else?" the question came out as if she was cocky or sure of herself, but she was just waiting to see what they would do. Which would most likely be to pile on her all at once.
PostPosted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:03 am


[ Darwin : Citadel : Council Room ]

So, once again Nicole had come to the rescue. But the reasons that held back the rest of the council from even attempting some support varied remarkably from believable to very vague. This was troubling since this wasn't the council Darwin had commissioned into order. Yes, some were honest and had proof to back up their claims. But the others just didn't want to, that was plain to see. A heartbreaking dilemma to say the least. Had this council not originally come together for the people and not due to some petty belief in differences? Either way this was now out of his hands With someone finally able to provide temporary support until assets could become available The headmaster's mind was at ease for the most part. However, this issue had to be dealt with, but do to time it would have to wait.

“Whatever is available Nicole will have to do. Until one of us can spare the forces to bolster the ranks of those affected sectors Zach's units will unfortunately need to maintain the situation as best as possible.” Giving a slight cough Darwin turned to Zachary. “Don't be afraid in getting your own hands dirty Zach, I'm sure with you joining in on the fray, moral will rise. Perhaps you and Nicole's support team can split up the responsibility, one taking care of a sector while the other does the same.”

The advice wasn't much to go on, but until proper backup could arrive they would just have to handle it sadly. Looking to some of his other subordinates who seemed to avoid his gaze Darwin sighed. He had not expected such lack of support. In the past, times like these had at least more then one member Jump to the call. This was not like them, not at all.

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PostPosted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 7:43 pm


[ Jack : Steel Town : Steel Meals ]

The sound of gunfire greeted Jack like a sore thumb as Sera had once again rejoined the fray, replacing the waitress who moments before was in serious danger. It wasn't exactly what Jack had expected but it was welcomed none the less. A gun wielding woman was better suited for this situation then a woman who couldn't fight at all. One thing was amiss however, where was the cook? With all the food and beverages that had taken flight during the extent of this brawl he had to guess they weren't just prepared by one person alone.

A guttural howl brought focus back to what Jack had been occupied with. The brute. He was a tough one the mimic had to admit, in all his gigantic splendor. But the time to reflect was later, right now Jack needed to figure out a way to permanently topple this idiot.

Making his move Jack stepped with a turn in his footing, connecting a kick. The brute staggered. Working with the momentum he followed with another. The beast stumbled but seemed unaffected. Going three for three, Jack spun to the air shifting his body to crack a foot into the man's spine. The gorilla grunted tripping over his feet, but otherwise seemed to only enjoy the pain.

Jack smirked he was surprised with this opponent. “What big guy? Now your a masochist too?” Fist to fist, the mimic met every punch the thug pulled. The blows were fierce with power that could snap bone or collapse lungs but Jack was determined to win this match.

Catching his enemy open, the machine met it with a head butt. The shattering of ribs signalled to Jack he had met his mark. Now he just had to deliver a strike.

Stepping away, he brought back a fist. Catching the beat rhythm of his opponent's heart he counted. “3... 2... 1...” It connected.

The giant goon froze, stumbled. Clutching his chest, with a bewildered stare at Jack. What had he done? Time stood still before the man gasped for breath then fell back like a stiff board. Dead. The mimic sighed checking the servos of his hand as the chaos continued around him. “Sure took a lot to stop that guy's heart.”
PostPosted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 12:41 am


[Swiftnife]

The sound of a solemn tune drifted throughout the established confines of a local bar, as florescent lighting dimly lit the room in place of no visible windows. Positioned next to the bar keep among the few patrons that were scattered about and feeling rather frustrated with life, sat Swiftnife.

Worn out and clad in rugged drab, the gruff fiery haired man tipped a shot glass to his lips casually, as the familiar yet dull burn of liquor travelled down his throat. Setting it down he breathed a sigh. “The more I drink, the more it loses its kick...” The Barkeep, having watched him for the last five minutes, chuckled lightly. “That's how it is for Senti son. Your body just ain't built like it use to be.” The man grabbed a freshly washed glass, turning his attention to drying it off. “Body just too damn strong for the buzz of liquor.”

Swift ignored the man's comment as his thoughts turned to other matters. It had been six years, six long years since he had begun his journey. Six years, of coming up with almost nothing. But regardless of the rewards he still had the one thing that drove him. The vengeance he would get against the murderer of his only kin. A thought which made the bestial rage within him boil heavily.

Tundra. The name of his brother. The only one who he failed. The only family whom he had. It was Ironic really, that he went and not Swift. The man was a saint, while his older brother was a sinner. The best of both worlds he use to say. “Ya... you can't have one without the other, right bro?”

Swiftnife knew sooner or later the s.o.b. who killed his brother would show his face. He just had to be sure it was for the last time.

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PostPosted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 3:36 pm


[Swiftnife]

Emptying his cup with a single gulp, Swiftnife handed off his shot glass to the awaiting bar keep who received it without notice, thanks in part to the intriguing conversation a pair of patrons nearby had gotten caught up in. A conversation, Swift decided to lend an ear to.

“So that's what happened? Geez, what a poor b*****d. Heh, well I did tell him it was suicide to go after that bounty. Credits only go that high for one reason.”

It was yet another “Tale from the bounty hunters.” Apparently one more go-getter struck out. But that was the life you chose when playing your hand at that trade. Swift understood that life after all. Being part of the mercenary gig for a few years now taught him that, you didn't get paid as much as a bounty hunter. But, working along side them did have its perks. Especially if the prey was an innocent and the hunter a murderer. It was just another excuse to cut down the bounty hunter's corrupted ranks. A job, Swift was more then obliged to handle.

“Two thousand Creds is a lot, but even I'm not that stupid to face old Leather Lips Larry alone. Hell! I hear his name comes from the mask he made from the skin of his first victim. A woman who he gunned down for no apparent reason!”

Swift narrowed his eyes. He had seen the posters for leather lips a while back, but paid little mind to it as he had his own demons to find. At the time the man was only worth two hundred, the guy must have done something pretty gruesome for his reward to jump so fast. Especially if he managed to return to the attention of someone like Swiftnife. But, it wasn't his problem. Despite the senti's urge to tear such a man to pieces. Doing so would waste time that could be spent on finding a true monster.

Relaxing in his seat, Swift looked to the barkeep before tapping his finger on the counter. “Keep 'em coming.” The old man nodded, turning his back to him and gathering another bottle of alcohol before filling a clean glass and setting both items on the counter for self use. Swiftnife, eyed the aged bottle of liquor for a long while. As he sat there and contemplated his next move.

With a long sigh he tossed the glass back. “That bounty is not my problem.”
PostPosted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 6:29 pm


Zach, for a moment, seemed to wander off into dreamland for a moment, as his mind flitted elsewhere. But the young man stopped himself, returning to the current discussion. Oh joy. Nicole was on board. As much as he didn't like the woman, she seemed his best hope, so he would have to grin and bear it. But seeing how Nagesh lashed out earlier suggested he had more enemies than one. Was there a conspiracy afoot? He wouldn't be able to tell without a little probing into their minds, but if he did so, he might become an even bigger foe to these "members". And just how did they come on board in the first place, if they weren't willing to lend a hand? If someone else was in danger, Zach would be glad to help, but since his region was the one that was currently under invasion from mutants, he needed to rely on them.

When the Headmaster spoke to him, Zach listened intently. Though Darwin's words rung clear, he'd still have to put up with his arch-enemy. Just another day in the salt mines, I suppose. Although he questioned what kind of "support" Nicole would be willing to lend. Knowing her, she might send in some broken down Andros that can't run simple programming.

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PostPosted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:27 pm


[Swiftnife]

“So... here you are huh? The great: Red devil. Just wasting away in some bar.”

The sound of a slightly androgynous, feminine voice caught Swiftnife's attention almost indefinitely as he set down his shot glass to pour himself another round. It wasn't just the tone that caught him, but the two words that were used in its sentence. Red Devil. It was a title. A title he had thought no one remembered. A title he gave up.

Glancing back to this new arrival that so graciously decided to find him. Swift, was met with a pair of piecing blue colored eyes, as a young women sporting a sloppy-punk appearance with slight feathered medium brown hair, looked him over much like a predator sizing up its prey.

Swiftnife had to say he was not impressed with the display as this woman was obviously trying to butt into his business and he didn't need that. So, he turned his focus back to the bottle of alcohol that had kept him company so far. With the notion that he would simply humor her until eventually she would either realize his game or more likely give up whatever it was she came here to see him for.

Pouring himself another shot. He cast out the lure. “I have no clue about who the hell you are talking about little lady.”

The young woman took a seat beside him unconvinced. But the game had only just begun and Swift was a reigning champ. Sucking down another glass the Senti took a moment to savor the flavor in his mouth while he thought up his next choice of words. However, the woman beat him to the punch this time. “You know, you don't look at all like way back when. But I was just a kid then too.”

Swift sighed and put his glass down. “Listen darling, you must have me confused with someone else. I'm nothing but a washed up merc just trying to get by.”

The women refused to quit let alone listen. In fact, it was more likely she didn't even care for his own response. No, she was dead set on Swift being who he was. But how could she tell? The hair? There had to be dozens of people out there in the wastes sporting the same color. His eyes? Sure they were green and gave off a bit of glow but so did many others. What the hell made her so sure of herself?

Peeking over to the woman once more, Swift regarded her warily as she hailed the bar keep and ordered a glass of water. Handing over the desired credits as payment. Now water was not cheap so judging by the amount of cash she passed off. It was clear she was determined to stay a while.

“Well, if your so hurt for credits, why don't you just handle old Leather Lips? I'm sure his bounty would be more then enough payment for your drinking habit.”

It was a low blow. Even to him. But Swift wasn't going to just give in. That wasn't the way, that wasn't his code. He had one objective and one alone. No random girl was gonna force him into a guilt trip, not after what he'd already been through. Pouring himself another glass, Swift tossed it back and set the cup down heavily. No words were spoken. She had won.
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