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 Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 2:08 pm
"We now have offical breaking news for you this morning about the rumored murder of Sir Govenor Waltarious Malici, the head ruling Vampire of Dalmascus Provice with the capital in Doj`imonta City." The reporter announced on the large projection screen above the bustling metropolis of the capital city of the Rajina` province about 100 miles west of the former Sir Govener's fair city where he was murdered.
Only a few people stopped to curiously look up at the talking figure head of the media, others could have cared less and continued about their business as usual. One person in particular stood like a statue looking up at the screen from across the busy streets and honking horns, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, but her head lazily cranned to look up at the news report.
"We take you now live to the latest press conference hosted by the Doj`imonta chief of police for the lastest on the investigation..."
--The scene cut to a large podeum in front of the Sir Govener's mansion that was tapped off with police tape in the background. A large bruley man with a thick black mustach asended the podeum, his chubby and slightly reddened face, beady black eyes, and drawn expression made him look like a politician with his feathers ruffled. Commical, though no one near him would dare break a grin. All went intesly silent as camera's flashed and reporters prepared to jot down every word spoken on their little note pads.--
"...Ladies and Gentlemen of Doj`imonta City, Dalmascus Provice, and the world. Last night at an estimated quarter after midnight, Sir Govenor Waltarious Malici was murdered along with all thirty-three bodyguards that inhabited this establishment." The chief spoke, his words carefully rehearsed to give off no sign nor hint of the horrors that lay within...the brutality of the murders would not be released for fear of spreading panic through-out and already unstable empire. "The evidence collected is being headed by the Emperor's own Crime Scene Investigators and Leading Detectives of the Empire's finest beaures."
The "Empire's Finest" would be an invetigative branch of the Vampiric Control Force. They were called in to quell the fears and minds of the citizens after a crisis, down play the situations, and maintain complete assuring control over the people by enforcing the Emporer's interest in protecting his people. Of course...this was just a front. They basically kept the populace brain washed while the dark forces of the Emporer's power continued to kill those in the way and make "disappear" any threats to the ruleing family. But most of the ordinary citizens didn't know that...nor did they care. So long as life was safe, profitable, and good...they couldn't have cared less.
Then the chief began to speak again.
"So far, it seems the mass murderer known as... "The Lady of Shadows", had an involvement in the murders." Get around saying, 'she bloody did it' by using the word involve to keep the people as ignorantly in the dark as possible with spinning the truth, "However, killer, whom ever he, she, or they may be, left behind evidence as to their identity. The information and witness statements are being taken as we speak. We also have a person of interest in custody and plan to bring those responsible to justice as quickly as possible. Rest asure good people of our glorious Empire, the Emporer himself has taken keen interest in this case and the cities and towns of our beloved Earth will sleep peacefully tonight knowing it."
With that, the chief nodded and stepped down from the podieum with a barage of reporters screaming out questions unanswered, and guards pushing the crowd back so the chief could vanish behind the yellow tape.
--The screen cut back to the female anchor--
"We will keep you posted as more details arrive. But to recap the mysterious figure known as 'The Lady of Shadows', it is believed that she is responsible or somehow involved with the murders of over thirty politicians, government officals, and influencial figure heads over the passed ten years. It is also believed that she may be connected to underground resistance groups, one in particular known as the Wastlan-"
The figure across the street had heard enough. The lies, the deciete, the imfamous records and speculations about the mysterious woman that no one truly knew anything about was as commical to listen to as it was nauseating. Some people thought the woman to be a human, or possibly a group of humans portraying themselves as one terrifying figure. She'd heard theories of possibly being a Werewolf due to the brutality of the murders, some even believing she was a psychopathic fallen angel with a beef against the Emporer...tch, angel? That was the most inventive yet.
The police chief had lied through his teeth on more then just how much "involvement" she had in the murders. For one, she knew without a doubt that she left no evidence behind besides her message in blood. She also knew that they were bluffing about collecting evidence, for there was none of any kind, and that they had a suspect in custody. She worked alone...period. The Vampiric Control Force had been chasing her since her first murder nearly 100 years ago. Only in the past 10 years had the public become aware of her assasinations of one high ranking offical after another. The leaks in the Empire were beginning to get harder and harder to control, she thought, the people must be losing faith in the Emporer's ability to rule so much so vastly.
The woman in her long black trench coat had traveled far from her latest kill to this place, the Rajina`Province...more specifically, the capital city of Blutquelle. Her next target lived, worked, ruled this city...and according to her reports and observations of the man, he was paranoied before the Doj`imonta City about being assasinated...so she grinned at the thought of what he must be like now.
Without a sound, other then her steel toed boots on the city-filth sidewalk and the soft swishing of her leather coat as it gently flowed behind her, and walked north towards the heart of the city. This was where the City Hall was located...which also acted as the centeral control center for the Sir Govenor of the entire province. Her target lay within...and hopefully he would be more willing to devulge information to her on the where abouts and time of the Court of Concil comming up. It only happened once every one hundred years, and at the first one she had attended, she had tried to assasinate the Emporer himself...but failed thanks to the traitorous partner she had worked with. Another reason she worked alone...
Her last partner's life had ended with a bullet in her brain...from The Lady's very own fire arm.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 12:53 pm
(man kel, sometimes you make it hard to work with LOL)
In the city of Van'Diel, once known as New York City, fierce combat was being raged. Wastelanders and their supporters using gurllia tatics against the force of hte VCF and local 'protection forces', and slowly were winning. They had already taken a 4th of hte city, and were already working towards half. Much of the city was in shambles from hte fighting, but none of the combatants truly noticed. The leader of teh wastelander forces, a woman by hte name of Eirika Nighthawk, was in her 'command center', which was nothing more then a rebuilt Stryker from hte old armories of the former United States, and she was pacing. True, they were winning, but the cost was starting to build up. She looked at the hologram showing the city, with red dots and shapes being the enemy, and the green ones being her forces. Hers were starting to shrink in number faster then the enemy, and that was not good. If Van'Diel remained in Vampire hands, the Provice of Cadacus would not fall. The Wastelanders had to take hte city, and force the governer to give the entier provice to the Wastelanders, thus giving them much more area in which they could rehumanize the world with. They weren't going to kick out the other races, just make the vampires know what htey did for centuries to hte humans.
Meanwhile, at the area known as Purity as called by hte wastelanders, once known as the Green Lake Facility, aka Area 51, Bartz looked at the map in the center of hte CRC. He was reciving reports from the cities htey were 'seigeing', and they varied in their amount of success. The one troubling him the most was the city of Van'Diel. If htey failed there, this whole plan could come tumbling down around them. That city was a major powerhouse for hte Vampires, and if hte 'Emperor' saw that one of the most heavily defended and secured city fell to the 'barbaric' Wastelanders, he would begin to understand that his time was coming to an end. But not if they failed in taking it. Sighing, he ordered one of his commanders to get whatever reinforcements was near there to move in on hte city. The sooner Eirika had control of it, and made the governer give over Cadacus, the sooner hte next phase of the operation could begin. But if she failed, Operation Return would fail. Bartz felt so helpless, in that if a single city did or didn't fall, the entire plan that took the Wastelanders almost 23 years to make would go or not. So much depended on so little. Bartz looked up as his friend Dion walked back in. "Well my friend, it looks like we're nearing Phase 2 of Return. Problem is, if Van'Diel doesn't fall, Return fails. Lets wait and pray, and see if we can truly end this war." Dion could be a commander of an entire Wasteland, but he kept refusing, saying he would rather be IN the trenches then behind them. "Well sir, let's hope Eirika can pull it off. Because if not, well then, the Empire will be able to come knocking, and we'd be dead." Dion said, a smile on his face. Though grim, it was indeed a joke. Bartz laughed lightly, feeling some of the stress leave his body, but not enough.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 5:57 pm
[[OOC: X3 I know, I'm so difficult! lol But at least we're on the same continent now!]]
A waste. Such a waste of time an energy. These were the thoughts that coursed through The Lady's mind as she walked from the cockpit of the plane she had hijacked from the airport outside of Rajina` three nights prior. She retracted the blade on her right arm, blood flaying from the quick motion as the blade slide back into its sheath. She had just eliminated the two piolets of the aircraft; though they had cooperated and safetly landed her in her destination using their air space clearence to hide her presence undetected, they were a liability. Liabilities in her line of work were not allowed.
Slamming on fist into the release button on the side wall of the craft, the emergency exit flew open with force, and she gracefully jumped and landed on the earth below. The plane was set down in a heavily forested area so as not to promote attentions, however, in the case that someone had found its location...The Lady got rid of the only two witnesses, vampires so she had little remorse, and had set explosives on the plane. If anything, anyone who found it would think it a crash landing, and the piolets' bodies would be to charred to recognize or see their slit throats. It mattered little...but she was rather annoyed at just how much a vampire could bleed.
The DNA obstructor that creates a vampire is more like a disease. Those infected have tainted blood that cannot accept or carry the necessary hemoglobain to keep the body alive, it also makes what blood they do have very thin, and clotting is very difficult. If the right blood filled organ or artery is hit, it could make a rather nasty mess to clean up. Unfortunately for her, the coriata artery is one of those places. Her black clothes were soaked with blood, but she continued her pace away from the landing sight with a clear expression and an unreadable mood.
After walking some distance, assured she was safe enough from the blast zone, she stopped on a cliff over looking the barren wastes below the high alttitude forest. It was probably the only spit of greenery in this wasteland called mid-western America. She had arrived here from Europe, France to be more specific, but her lastest target proved to not only be a paranoied coward...but a nobelman out of his mind with fear and provided her with no information on the time nor whereabouts of the Court of Council...the secret meeting of the governing Vampire Lords.
And she wanted to know where and when the 100 yearly meeting was held.
Without remorse for her actions, The Lady rose the detenation switch to the explosives on board the plane.
"...Alright then America, this is my offical greeting to my knew host battle ground." She then smirked and pressed the red button with her thumb.
A huge electronic buzz filled the night before a giantic explosion errupted from deep within the forest. Fire blew into the night sky like a towering pillar of fire and light, the smell of trees burning, jet fuel, and metal spread quickly in the night breeze. Behind her the fires of her erasing of footsteps burned...only seeming to shadow her enormous sense of purpose in this place.
She had heard of a rebellion occuring in the once proud United States; she figured that since European nobles weren't providing her with the information she wanted...the nobles here would be more willing since they were already so shaken up. She had no interest in allies, but she did find the human revolt admirable as well as futile; but many in Europe and Asia thought them to be examples of what the human spirit to fight could really do when put to the test. In short...she was the most wanted single woman in the Empire that stretched far and wide, but they were the biggest threats as a whole to the Empire itself.
"...So...which target lies around these parts, which these Wastelanders haven't already destoryed?" She asked, as though the night wind would answer her.
The nearest city wasn't far from here, but she had choosen to land in mid-western America because it was the closest to center she could get with the clearence her former piolets had. If she were close to center, it would be easier to find which direction would be best suited to head in...to choose with target would prove more valuable. Though she had been to the once proud United States before, it had not been since it was a main fighting force and strong hold for humans...in short, humans were in absolute power upon her last visit. This place wasn't far from the nearest city, and since the Empire had strong vices on information and the media, she doubted the information she's obtained back in Europe was completely true and up to date. First find the city, gather information, and move in for the kill.
"I wonder...how much has it really changed?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 8:16 am
Nearby the 'crash site', a Wastelander base, once a part of the old United States Army, detected the je land, and not 5 minutes later explode in the nearby forest. The leader there sent a small squad, about 7 people, to find out what went wrong with the jet. Pounding though the forest that had overgrown the once thriving town here, they eventually reached the crash site, but were unable to get close, so strong was the heat and the fires around it. The squad then started looking around where they could, trying to find anything saying someone had gotten away, but even with teh fires going, which lit the area up like day, they only found traces of someone walking away, but it lead deeper into the forest, which was still in the darkness of night. The group tehn headed back, but called in for a ORCA Fighter wing to serach the area from above. The 'fighters' were really more of helicopters, only without a rotor above them, two adjustable jet engines on the side of the body of hte craft, with wings extending from them holding many altered weapons systems. They flew around the forest, the floodlights quickly put under hte nose of them filling the forest with light.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 4:10 pm
The Lady was alrady half way down the side of the cliff when her ears pricked up and she turned to see the flooding of headlights above and behind her. She was covered from the forest by the steep cliff wall, but with her dressed in all black against a sandy backdrop, she would stick out like a sore thumb in a spot light.
Not to worried, but just to make sure they weren't those damn bounty hunters or Emperial troops, The Lady quietly leapt from the half a mile high embankment and landed in a crouch on the earthy base. She then pressed herself up against the wall of the cliff and suddenly began to melt into the shadows. Being one of the darkness as old as she was, Shadow Melding was not a difficult task for her. The moment someone decended this cliff, if they decended the cliff, she was going to ram her blades home the second she saw and Emperial Emblem.
For now, she was an invisible shadow. Lost in the dark eclipse of the cliff.
[[OOC: =O_O= Damn...shortest post eva!]]
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 4:39 pm
Of the 15 ORCA's flying over the forest, only one saw something odd. Lowering slightly, unable to land in the dense foliage, set it to hover. Opening the cockpit, hte pilot leaned out, and started looking at the oddity. The blue flames from his ORCA and the floodlight aimed on the spot helped some, but not much. The pilot couldn't help but feel someone was there, but couldn't see them. He was in a brown jumpsuit, with a couple of patches on it, along with his helmet, white with the visor down, which was letting him see though the night vision unit on the ORCA. He was in the standard Wastelander pilot suit. Brown was what the color the wastelanders used to signify the decay from the Vampire control.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 1:26 pm
~{Hey whats up!? Going to kinda jump in here and seeing how my brother made me make 2 more characters i'm going to have three posts...meaing Dark Red font is Celeste, Indigo font is Rose, Green font is Selene, Orange font is all three of them together, Blue font is Rose and Selene together, Brown font is Celeste and Rose together, and Olive font is Celeste and Selene together}~
The three daughter of the emperor wondered around France with their guards. Her father didnt want any of them hurt even though they are all in the Vampire Assassation Force. None of them understood their father but they didnt mind if he gave them money so they all could go shopping. They'll all admit they are spoiled but to be assassins they need to be spoiled.
Celeste took 4 of the lower rank VAF troopers with her to one of the stores, she got tired of being around her sisters this much she could understand that she was the heir to her fathers throne and all but couldnt her sisters see that she was tired, She hadnt been getting much sleep lately. And it was mostly her sisters fault for dragging her around the world. "Cant they give me a moments peace??" Celeste asked her self out loud while she looked at a dress.
Rose too left her younger sister to do some shoe shopping, taking the same ammont of guards with her as Celeste took with her. Rose went into the shop and of course the owner knew who she was and gave her a huge discount on everything. This only made Rose even happer. She knew she was going to be shopping for much longer, and for so many different things in her life. She loved her father for being the Emperor.
Selene sighed as she watched her two sisters ran off and had a great time. She didnt really want to come to France, she would rather be home with her father practicing her fighting but no her mean, rude, older sisters wanted to spend bonding time together. Selene had to admit that she looked up to her sisters but sometimes they were just weird. Selene is the half sister of Celeste and Rose because their father fell in love with Selene's mother but Selene never got to meet her mother, being she died at childbirth with her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 5:08 pm
The Lady was perfectly invisible in the shadows, but upon moving emerald eyes up to the chopper, she frowned. No, it wasn't the Empire in their normal black and silver attire, these were brown...the color of decay...the color of the human rebellion. They were no threat to her physically, but they could blow her cover, and that was not allowed.
However, she loathed having to kill them...they were only human after all. Instead, she opted for a more stealthy approach, and the sahdow she hid within flickered as her wrist twisted skyward in the direction of the forest behind her.
Suddenly, the great fire ball that cosumed the plane errupted in a second explosion that sent those to close flying through the air. She didn't use enough magic to kill them, but she did use enough to hopefully catch the choppers attention.
She waited...to see the fruits of her labor and was rewarded.
The moment the chopper light turned to the explosion, she rematerialized and bolted in the direction of the city beyond.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 1:10 pm
The pilot jerked, his head, and began to head there, to make sure no one was too badly wounded. Once that was done, any searching for whoever had survived the plane crash ended.
The next day, in the nearby city, a man was peering though teh scope of his sniper rifle, which was aimmed at a woman, who was waving and trying to seem friendly. Problem was, vampiric teeth was hard to hide when smiling. The sniper loaded a bullet in, and prepared to take the shot. He was a Wastelander, and he had been tasked with the assassination of the Lady Governer. He only got one shot, because if he missed EVER so slightly, she and her bodyguards would know exactly where the sniper was, and be on him before he could even get another bullet into the chamber of his rifle. He was alone, at least, he htought he was until the blade began to poke him in the back. Twisting his head slightly, he was a person in a dark cloak, one of their arms out, and the blade on his back coming from her wrist. Possibly a wrist blade, though they hadn't been used since the Vampire Wars. The man was screwed, plain and simple. If he attempted to reach for hte combat knife on his belt, or the P-90 next to him, whoever this person was would slam that blade home, and prevent him from compelting his objective. But what scared him the most was that she had gotten into the building, up the stairs, and across teh floor without making a sound. The only beigns able to move that quietly were vampires, Angels, Demons, and a few of teh other non-human races. The man was going to move as little as he could, but he had to hurry or he'd miss his shot. "Who or what are you, and what the hell are you doing here?" He asked as calmly as possible.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 3:38 pm
((Right... I'm going to attempt to leap in here too.))
Water. Earth. Air. Fire. Somewhere in the world, each flared in their own lamentation. Too much death... Too much death... Deep in a forest, in a place that several years ago was called Brazil, a woman faded out of nothing. Dark hair irridescent in the pale light, eyes burning like fire, she turned her head to the red sky. "What are they doing to my world? The fools..." she shook her head, aghast, and sat down on the ground. It was not the first time that Earth had torn herself apart with war. It was always like this... Jairen knew. Pained cries... not only from the dying soldiers and innocents. Mother Earth screamed in fear and pain with them, and this was the cry that hit Jairen's heart like a blow to the chest. She sighed distractedly. It was not her fight, it was never her fight. She hated it. To take action was to take sides, and betray her loyalty to Mother Earth. Jairen clung to old ways like a new born child to a parent, gripped it with both hands, afraid of being torn away. In this instance, however, Jairen's standing was different. In her own mind, she blamed the vampires. It made her sick to think of putting her alliegance with a particular side, but she could not pretend it was otherwise. The vampires... stupid despite their wisdom. Blind. Taking control of more than they should have... and now they were paying for it with death.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:24 am
The Lady remained perfectly unphased and calm, though she did twist the dagger a little harder against the man's back, not enough to penetrate, but enough to really draw some blood if he moved the wrong way. She didn't bother to warn him about going for his more then obvious assault knife, she figured he got the point when he bearly made attempts to breath to hard.
"I am the last being you'll speak to on earth if you don't give me answers I want, as to what I am, that is none of your concern." She said, voice smooth and direct, though not overly intimidating with tone...though there was no masking her willingness to make through on her promise should he not cooperate.
"Let me make one thing clear before we begin," She said and then reached for the man's belt, still standing behind him and out of his line of sight; she then pulled the knife from its set place and tossed it several feet away on the roof top, "I am not with the empire, though I cannot allow you or anyone else to kill the Lady Govenor before tonight...and since I know there are others from your group that are just itching to plug that b***h with a barage of silver bullets, I want you to tell them all that their patients for heeding my warning will be rewarded. But...if you decide not to cooperate here, then I'll be forced to find another messenger for my message, and let me make another point clear, I don't leave witnesses alive...so pray they are as smart as you not to turn around."
She kept the knife in place and held him still with it until the Lady Govenor was out of the line of fire, she could feel the anger, frustration, and sense of failure radiating off of the man who's life she held by dagger point. However, he had left her with little choice: she wanted information the Lady Govenor could provide her...and she would do anything to get it.
She then turned her attention back down to the man and did not remove the point, though there was no way he could have shot the Lady Govenor now.
"Very good, you must be a seasoned soldier to have kept so still under this pressure. Comendable, and so for impressing me by not being as rash as I had anticipated you being I'll give you an excuse to give to your superiors." She said and bent down close to his ear, her eyes watching him from behind dark shades intently for a reaction, "Thus Befell Upon Your Country...The Shadow of the Fallen." With that, she used her inhuman speed to bring the large dagger back from him and hit him hard and fast across the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.
When he slumped to the ground, she took hold of the sniper rifle, dislodged the silver bullet in the chamber (careful not to touch it), ejected the magazine of large armor piercing rounds, and then placed it carefully back down on the ground. The Lady appreciated fine weapons such as this, so carelessly tossing such a fine instrument to the stone was not acceptable. She had disarmed him of his primary weapon, and though the Lady Governor was gone with her bodyguards, she still didn't want to leave such a brave soldier so vulnurable.
The Lady then opened up the side of her long dark coat and withdrew an old fashion 9mm reinforced Taurus handgun with a full clip of 16 plus one in the chamber. The bullets were not only silver, but blessed so that the damaged caused to any were-beast, vampire, or other creature of darkness would be instantly fatal. She laid the handgun down close to his right hand, the dominate firing hand, and then turned away from him. He'd wake up in a few minutes, but she had to be gone before then...she'd left the gun incase anyone else found him up here.
She then roase a hand and vanished into shadows.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:52 am
Bartz had only just gotten back into the CRC that morning when a messenger ran in. Hopfully it would be the message saying that the Lady Governer had been killed by the sniper. But what the message said instead was not what he wanted to hear. "WHAT?!? How the hell did he get snuck upon, and knocked out, even if it WAS the Lady of the Fallen!" Bartz yelled, causing many of the Wasteland Leaders raise to their heads and see what their leader was yelling about. Bartz growled, and slammed his fist onto the table that housed the hologram of Earth. Dion simply raised an eyebrow, not having seen his friend like this since the Seige of Hol'stun at the start of this war. Bartz looks at Dion, and sighes. "Dion, I need you to go and kill the Lady Governer. I don't care how you do it, or who you take, but she MUST die!" Bartz stated, and Dion nodded. He walked towards one of the compters around the edge of hte CRC, and imputted a couple of commands. Once done, he headed to the armory, and collected his gear. He was finished getting his gear ready when 3 men and 2 women entered, also having their gear ready. "Ok, the Target is the Lady Governer Gail Morsline. Our sniper was knocked out before he could pull the trigger, and Bartz wants us to finish the job. Just so you all know, the Lady of the Fallen might be there. Seems she was the one who knocked our sniper out. Clear?" Dion informed them. With nods, they hefted their weapons, and moved towards the ORCA Troop Transport. It looked like a triangle with the tip removed, and four of the same engines on the fighter, 2 near the front, two on the rear near the tail. The 6 Wastelanders got on, and strapped themselves in for teh 5 hour ride towards the Lady Governers 'Mansion'. Fortress was more like it. She had some of the toughtest defenses this side of the North American Terroritory.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 2:13 pm
Night. The hours of the darkness's rise to power and claim to invincibility. However, The Lady had killed enough of those drapped in darkness at this hour to know the common folklore was untrue. Even the darkness can bleed.
The moon was high in the sky, but the starlight couldn't penetrate the thick smog and black clouds that drapped over the city and the Lady Govenor's mansion. The only light to work by would be the moon, the lights dotted around the mansion she stood upon, and the dim lights from within the mansion itself. More then enough for The Lady, but impossible for ordinary humans.
This country, for all its days of former glory, was suprisingly...and disappointingly less alert then Europe. She terrorized the nobles of Europe, her in America...the black hearted wickeds had yet to fell the sting of her blades. On that thought a small smile tugged at her lips, faintly...a set of large curved canines flickered like pearls in the moonlight.
Only a being of the darkness, could kill the darkness so throughly within it.
Turning on heel, The Lady walked to the south most side of the mansion and passed four dead guards on the way. Two had their throats slashed open, another with a gun shot wound to the head, and the last...well...had no head to speak of. She didn't make any effort to not step in the blood, but none of the river of crimson touched her, it almost seemed to part whenever she took a step.
As she walked to the opposite edge of the building, where the guard rail stood, she gracefully grabbed the metal bar with one hand and swung herself over. Then she fell, and landed about fifteen feet below the roof on a balcony; there was a bedroom beyond that lay on the third floor, and the laced transparent curtains gently fanned out in the breeze.
The Lady then stood and righted herself, making her way for the inner area of the mansion. The Lady Govenor was within, she'd followed her and been watching the building since her encounter with the sniper. The Govenor was either on the top floor in the office, entertaining a..."guest" in her bedroom two floors above, or somewhere in the council room below speaking with fellow diplomates about the affairs of her province.
She'd start from the top and work her way to the bottom. Sadly, the balcony was the most unsecured entry point on the whole ground. Once she killed the sentries, deactivated the security systems on the south side, and killed those who'd come to check on the problem, she figured she'd have about ten minutes tops before the lazy security supervisors noticed a problem. The problem with guards who hadn't seen to much action in a while, they got lazy.
She'd set the explosives to go off at all vital points of the building in about ten minutes...just in case she ran into problems and had to bail without the information. She still wouldn't leave a singel vampire or crazed politician alive.
The Lady withdrew her favored fire arm, a 9mm silver reinforced Smith & Wesson hand gun, and made her way into the mansion. Stealth for the moment, she blended in with the shadows and continued forward.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 2:24 pm
As the Lady began her work, the Wastelander Strike Team had arrived as well. As the ORCA neared the mansion, it activated it's ECM and Chaff defenses. It wasn't needed, being that the missle defenses weren't active, considering this was a 'safe' night. Once over one of hte walls, one of hte 6 wastelanders opened fire with a vulcan machine gun, ripping the couple of guards who saw hte ORCA to shreds. Problem was, it was LOUD. The ORCA got lower, enough that hte strike team would hop off. Once they were all off, the ORCA flew a mile away, close enough to be there quickly, but far enough to be undetected. Useing hand signals, Dion ordered the team to secure the grounds. The brown of their gear was dark, almsot as dark as any black suited Spec-Op's team. They were as stealthy as possible, picking their targets with care. Dion lifted the night vision bonuculars to his eyes, and saw a figure leap down from another of hte walls. "Team, I think our friend, The Lady of the Fallen has just arrived. Time to race to the prize. GO GO GO!" Dion said then yelled into his comm system. The strike team gave up stealth for speed, but still they picked their targets. Of course, the Lady Govenor was in her Bedroom, unaware of what was happening until the alarms went off, stating Wastelanders had attacked the facility.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 2:36 pm
The moment The Lady heard the faint humming and beating of wings against the night air, she stopped cold in the hallway, two partol guards dead at her feet. Damn...she trusted her messenger to have done his job, she had after all probably saved his life from the Lady Govenor's bodyguards, and even left him a gun. These humans, however, were persistant. This wasn't a game, this was war and she had to see to it that she was the one to take the Govenoress's head.
The the first distant gun shots rang out, she frowned. Humans always had to make such dashy and loud enterences. When the alarms went off she growled, now she was angery. This alerted her quarry, meaning her element of suprise was all but completely snuffed out. s**t. Humans were making her life that much harder.
Regretfully sheathing the two wrist gauntlets, The Lady drew her two twin S&Ws. They were old, outdated by today's standards, but they were her first brand of firearms, and S&Ws were still and would always be the best in her mind. Silver bullets, blessed silver bullets, accompanied with her favorite guns and her grand marksmenship would be plenty enough to get rid of the b***h Govenoress. Now the task was getting there, getting the information, and getting out before the explosived were triggered.
7 minutes 54 seconds.
She quickly torn down the hall and leapt into the shadows, flowing up the wall like a climbing wave of darkness.
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