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Liquid Lights Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 5:34 pm
He let Al have the core without thinking anything about it- he could see what his buddy was saying.
He shifted over to the drivers seat and tossed the PDA to Al.
"Keep me updated on directions, alright? Got no idea where we're going..."
He grabbed the shifter, confidently. He yanked it down a couple notches.
"Like riding a bike." mrgreen
He pressed down on the gas pedal, lurching the vehicle forward. Gaining even more confidence, he pressed firmly down and turned the wheel to the right, bringing them around until they were facing the exit.
"Funny," He began, addressing Al, "that after all this time we finally end up dealing with Degs again- and I'm the one behind the wheel."
And with that, they sped out of the building and into the unprepared world.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 6:38 pm
((Arc, I posted something in floor 27. Feel free to puppet Joseph into the elevator. I'm going out for awhile and didn't want you to be stuck.))
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Liquid Lights Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 7:38 pm
((Bamf.))
A crackling explosion of green energy signaled Stryphe's arrival. He stepped quickly out of the thick curtain of green energy caused by his warp- it clinged to his shoulders and legs, trailing itself from the central mass until it grew so thin that it leg go of him.
"If I know Joe," Stryphe said, unlit cigarette still in his mouth and his halberd resting on his right shoulder, "then he'll let me know that he knows I'm here in three..."
"...two..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 7:41 pm
The building, just comming out of lockdown, was at heightend security. Needless to say Stryphe hadn't been there three seconds before turrets dropped from the ceiling and began to run the stranger through the database.
Nothing thus far... Sending information to Joseph Brown...
Ready... Aim...
Two turrets from the ceiling began let out a burst of machine gun fire at the demon. Probbaly not the welcome wagon he had hoped for.
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Liquid Lights Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:10 pm
The turrets came down before he could finish the count, and he wouldn't give them another second before he went into action. He knew this song already- pop out of the wall, analyze target, fire. Standard procedure.
"One!"
The turrets took fire- at the ground. The bullets discontinued to rocket forth from the barrels, saving ammunition, as said barrels quickly repositioned themselves. The pointed forward, straight at Stryphe, who was hanging from his halberd, lodged into the ceiling of the underground lot.
The last thing the turrets would process and send to Brown would be the image of Stryphe pointing his index and middle fingers at each of them, grinning.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:24 pm
Responding to the destruction of the first two a second turret folded out from a near by wall, this one had a different intent. It fired a single exploding round instead of a burst of bullets. It started to position itself...
Just then the VIP elevator doors opened with Joseph Brown storming out.
"Ok jackass," He sarcastically yelled at Stryphe, "I don't know how or why you activated these things to give me the finger, but I will find out.
Security, situation scan."
Responding to Joseph's voice command the computerised voice began:
"Subject one, Stryphe... Data file corrupt, destroy target."
"Ok, must have been the EMP." Joseph mused.
"Subject two, Joseph Brown... Data file corrupt, presumed threat, destroy target."
"You're ******** kidding me. The EMP corrupted our security files but not my voice file? I mean Jesu..." Joseph's swearing (On christmas no less!) was quickly interrupted by a turret emerging from a floor panel nearby. Knowing what was coming he dived for the cover of a support beam. Just in time too, a trail of bullets ripped up where he was standing.
"Let me get my gun." Was all Stryphe heard from the behind the pillar. Ok, that was a lie. He would also hear a large exploding shell being fired at him.
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Liquid Lights Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:50 pm
As the third turret came out of the wall, Stryphe threw one arm up above the other on the pole of his halberd, then pulled his legs up, placing them both against his weapon, all as Joseph spoke.
"Hah!" Stryphe laughed as he launched himself off the pole of his weapon and behind a pillar- just as the side of the pillar exploded.
"I think you overcompensated for the last building, Joe!" Stryphe yelled, spitting out the damned cigarette, from behind the pillar.
Not a moment after he'd spoken, Stryphe dove out from behind the pillar, firing an orb of demonic energy at the turret that was targeting him. It wasn't a direct hit, but the orb'd hit just to the left of the turret- leaving a small crater, with the turret (just inside the circumference of said crater) half blown from the wall, unable to function.
Stryphe rolled and went into yet another dive behind a second pillar, putting his back against it, in case any other turrets popped out from the ceiling.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 9:02 pm
"You didn't have a big jew just EMP your base." Joseph called out as he drew the darker coloured of his two guns.
He peeked out from the pillar just long enough to get off a shot. He hid himself just as a burst ripped through the concrete of the pillar. Luckily for Joseph he didn't have to hit to actually do damage.
"Boom." He muttered. On cue the a small runic pattern formed around the impact point of the bullet. From that cue magical energy formed around the rune before bursting outward in an explosion. The armour on the turret, unaffected by the bullet, was ruptured by the explosion. Systems damaged, the turret shut down.
In the centre of the room the "A~E" logo on the floor opened up. The sound of an elevator was heard, and needless to say a moving platform there was. What was actually threatening was the machine on the platform. An A~E HEAVY unit: Pretty much a sphere, a camera for an optical system, and some walker legs. Oh, and a oversized chain gun for one arm, and a large riot shield for the ********... This is not a good day."
The barrel of the chain gun began to spin as it scanned the area for targets.
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Liquid Lights Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 9:23 pm
"Eh?"
Stryphe, crouching, leaned beyond the side of the pillar (Solid Snake style), just enough to take a look at what was now in the lot with them. Immediately, the machine turned to faced him. The spinning of the chaingun sped up, creating a high pitch "whir".
eek "Ohshit!"
He jerked himself back behind the pillar just as dozens of bullets tore at the side of the support structure- and it didn't stop there. The stream of ammunition continued to eat it's way through the concrete, towards Stryphe's head. Without hesitation, Stryphe jumped straight upwards, beyond the line of fire. He wound up a dual backwards kick at the pillar and burried his heels deep into the concrete, feet above where the pillar was being eaten away by chaingun fire. Letting forth a grunt of effort, Stryphe did the same with his hands, clawed, only pivoting his shoulders so that his fingers burried themselves into the pillar above him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 9:32 pm
Joseph, holstered the Negative Runespitter and drew the positive one. having the slight advantage of not being engulfed by bullets, rolled out from behind the pillar. He took two careful shots, if one to trace a line between them they would be directly between Stryphe and the HEAVY. That's exactly what he wanted.
"Boom." Joseph command. Once again like a good magic device, the power word caused a wall of fire to shoot up between the robot and the demon. Great, Stryphe had some visual cover from the targeting system...
Wait, Joseph was out in the open. The robot began to pivot where the legs met the spherical body. Since it didn't stop firing the stream of bullets tore through the windows of two or three cars in its way. Glass and metal went flying in the air as the dust of concrete settled to the ground.
Joseph fired off three wild shots before beginning to run like hell back to cover.
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Liquid Lights Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 10:00 pm
Now that the bot was distracted with Brown, Stryphe took his chance to get rid of the mechanical threat.
He came dashing through the flames in full sprint- and lucky for him, his halberd was still stuck in the ceiling, right between him and the robot. Stryphe wasn't sure what it was going to decide to do- probably to continue firing on Joseph, who'd shot at it, and defend with it's closest arm (the sheild arm) against Stryphe.
Didn't matter much.
He leapt, grabbing onto the pole of his weapon and raking it forward and down, leaving a long, jagged gash in the ceiling. He brought the weapon down on the robot, which made the attempt to block with it's riot sheild.
The force from Stryphe attack left most of the top of his weapon burried in the machine's left side, crushing the entire sheild-arm (along with sheild) inward, severely damaging the machine's base and left leg. Instantly, the right-arm gun stopped firing, and the machine just stood there and squeeled and wheezed, sparking and jerking in different directions, as if having a seizure.
Stryphe let go of his weapon and took a step back, pulling a cigarette from his jacket pocket and placing it between his lips.
"Fergot how nifty that gun was, Brown."
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 10:15 pm
"Mother ******** piece of crap," Joseph yelled at the machines in the room, "Stun! STUN!"
The words of course caused the now destroyed HEAVY unit to spark with electricity. Wouldn't do much, but it was meant more as an insult. The runes quickly dissipated, but the machine continued to spark.
"Now," He holdstered his nifty gun and straightened his blazer, "I've got a couple of security idiots to give a piece of my mind. I mean, for christ sakes? Are the watching? They could have stopped the turrets ages ago. Bet you they're watching the security tapes yucking it up."
"LEVEL BREACHED. Initiating lock down!" The robotic voice from earlier blurted out into the room. Before the two could react, thick metal barricades calmed down over the exits. THUMP. There went the elevators. THUMP. And garage door. THUMP THUMP THUMP. And the entrance to the subbasements was triple reenforced. You know, just incase.
"You've got to be ******** kidding me." Joseph muttered as the lighting switched from annoying flouresent to emergency red. Far too many cameras folded from hidden spots, recording their ********," Joseph swore one more time, "At least they'll find us soon. Besides now is as good time as any. I need to discuss some crap with you, and I somehow doubt we've got anywhere to go in a hurry."
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Liquid Lights Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:09 pm
"Mmm," He concured, "******** tore his weapon from the hunk of metal before him and gave it a casual boot out of the way, so that he could sit and face Joseph without having that machine in between them.
So he sat down (indian style), placing his weapon on the ground next to him.
"Thing that bugs me is that if we really wanted out of here we could get out- but I don't wanna wreck another one of your buildings, y'know?"
And he held his right hand up under the cigarette in his mouth, thumb up, and made like he was lighting it, looking questioningly over at Brown.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:25 pm
Joseph was already way ahead of him, having just lit his own little claim to cancer. He had kicked the shitty plastic lighter over to the demon, just in case he didn't have freaky cig lighting abilities.
"This is a better ******** building anyway," the scruffy businessman responded, "Well, would be if it worked. Still need shitloads more money funnelled from the corporate account to the secret corporate account. Y'know, to better protect some of my touchier investments. Or at least to build a better HEAVY."
He looked at the now scrapped robot, "If it couldn't deal with the two of us on a day like today, god knows what some of the other ******** in Barton would do with it."
"Course, maybe we're just the badest ******** in Barton even on a bad day." He chuckled, but wouldn't laugh. He would loose a full cig if he did that.
"Which brings me to my point," He leaned back on the pillar, "We're both proud owners of rubble piles where buildings used to be. The only thing is you haven't moved on to your next one yet."
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Liquid Lights Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:35 pm
"You're the baddest ******** in Barton," Stryphe joked, "I'm just th'best lookin'."
He leaned forward and snatched up the lighter and, with relief, lit the cig.
"Ya know," He said, tossing the light back to his comrade, "I've been thinking about that. But I'd have to find the right cast- just wouldn't be much the same without the old crew." He shrugged and let his eyes begin to wander about the room, "Or most of them, at least."
After a second, he brought his gaze back to Joseph.
"V being one of 'em."
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