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 Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 10:38 am
A bang, a flash... and no effect. The ASDF was kept flooded with enough EM garbage to fry unshielded electronics, which was only possible because it's gear was hardened beyond a reasonable level. This was partly a side-effect of the base being constructed as a grounded spaceship, and partly the result of the ASDF's tendency towards massive over-engineering.
A moment later the voice on the speaker repeated it's "Surrender or die" warning.
[OOC]Lack of time. sweatdrop [/OOC]
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 7:59 pm
Harris sighed as he watched the monitor at the front of the room, it was flashing between satellite images of the Gambino blackout and radar images of the latter. It seemed like the room was filled with lower ranked pilots, the literal defense force, either the real squadron was already deployed or they hadn't showed up yet.
Harris didn't know why the tower had issued the red alert yet. The radar and satellite images only showed the lights going out and the various ground blips, it didn't even look like a concern for the ASDF at that point.
The army and the navy could take care of this for all he cared.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 9:53 am
((OOC: Can't give much else currently for Harris to do, sorry Kupo. 3nodding Maybe Mr. Highwind's situation in Port de Gambino could use some ASDF help? Also, the video feed from the Tower would show Vic Voltage shaping that lightning ball. ...Bundermunny does panic pretty easily though. He's not as good with the red alert button as the usual person to man that station is. wink ))
Kiyani Chao pouted behind her ninja mask, and held up her hands. "I surrender, I surrender." That was 25,000 gold she was never getting back. She sighed, and hoped there was at least a cute guard to keep her busy, wherever she was going.
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Edana's Void Space
Something was around him. It wasn't like the other things in this place. He let loose a gutteral growl which shook the torn up plating all around him, and sent visible ripples rushing through the water. He grabbed it. Rope? He gave it a tug. Above surface, several of the things that Thrie had tied the cabling to shrieked in pain. Much of the slack he'd left had been taken up with the ship's repositioning, and Monolith was a heavy, heavy beast.
Monolith found the end of the cable, and brought it up to his mouth. He gnawed on it. "Rrrrr. Meh-tal." That academic discussion over, and calmer now, the obsidian giant snapped the cable in two with his hands, "freeing" himself from the tangle. Free now, he stood on the plating below him. Monolith's instincts were screaming at him for some reason, and he looked around in the dark as if trying to see the reason why. Something tasted bad. Really bad. He'd tasted lots of bad tastes before, but this was at least as bad as the last one. The last bad thing had made him destroy Rath's bathroom. Rath was mad at him for that. Rath had to call in special men who wore lots of stuff to clean it up. Monolith didn't want that again. He kicked in frustration really hard. His foot pushed through the two inch plating. He blinked, vertically and horizontally. It was getting harder to blink. But the bad taste wasn't as bad now. Holes = Not bad taste? He could do holes. Lots of biiig holes. He pulled back an arm, and plowed a haymaker through the plating. Once his arm was all the way through, he reached down, grabbed a handful of metal, and ripped up and out. The taste was getting better. He pushed aside the metal until the hole was as big as he was. The taste was a lot better on the other side. He went outside, and kicked himself a foothold. He'd make more good taste holes from the better tasting side.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 10:40 am
{{Bundermunny reminds me of Radar from MASH xd }}
Talon stepped closer to the glowing room, his entire body coursing with static energy. His helmet had charges shooting across its surface, and he could feel the room drawing him in just from the shear force of the static.
He wasn't quite sure how he'd deal with a mutated downtowner. That wasn't a topic covered in training, and he didn't have contact with command to gain any insight on the situation. He checked his weapons quickly and then stepped into the room, which turned out to be a performance area. Talon quickly looked over the room for any available cover, there was the bar and a few tables. Not much to work with...
He took another step forwards. "Attention downtowner Gaia. This is your last chance to surrender peacefully. The pistol slid into its holster and the rifle snapped into Talon's hand, the fire-selection switch flicking to three round burst and the safety sliding off.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 11:20 am
"You reckon so?" Came the amplified reply. He stepped into view. Bringing someone along in front of him. ASDF uniform, lieutenant's insignia, loooong braided ponytail, and unconscious. The electric ball orbited the two of them now, illuminating the features of everyone harshly in an ever-changing pattern. VNNMP...VNNMP...VNNMP was the sound of its path, complete with doppler effect. And it was hot in here. The Casino's air conditioning was dead, and the condensed electrical output of half the island boiled the air.
"I reckon different. You wanna set down your piece now boy, or should I do it for you?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 11:30 am
Talon sat down his rifle at the sight of Eileen. "Let her go." He stepped closer, hands visible at all times. He removed his helmet to disipate the heat. "She's done nothing wrong..."
He looked her over in the low light to make sure she was unharmed. "Just let her go sir, take me in her place." He dropped his pistol as well, the only weapon he had left was his body, and he couldn't even risk a fist fight with Patterson in the way. He muscles tensed as he thought and prepared his body for whatever would happen next. "Don't hurt her."
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 11:53 am
"Now why should I go an do that son? Your boys decided it was a good idea to shoot one of ours. What'say I return the favor?" The ball halted in front of her for a moment. Then he set it to orbiting once again. From what Talon could see, Eileen was fine. Just...out. "I think I'll just be keepin this one. We're not as messed up as you folk are." He lowered the ball to the floor, then stepped upon it, holding Eileen carefully as he did so.
"Now. Out of my way."
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 11:58 am
Talon stood fast, "I won't let you pass." He clenched his fists tightly, the plating over his gaunleted fists creaking at the strain. He wasn't about to let this guy get away with miss Patterson.
"You'll have to fight me to leave this room." He took a fighting position, the one his special ops trainer had shown him. "I don't want to kill anyone today sir."
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:07 pm
"You think you can huh? Right-o." Vic Voltage stretched out his arms and flicked out his palms. Coils of lightning leapt from the ball up to meet them, crackling and sending the shadows in the room into a frenzied dance. The acrid smell of burnt Casino floor carpeting saturated night after night with spilled alcohol, cheap cigarette ash, vomit, and worse only now rose up to tickle the olfactory senses. There'd be a similar taste too. The air shrieked in pain, a high pitched sound usually associated with the dragging of nails on a chalkboard.
"Right then. If I gotta fight you to leave, you'd better be a good dancer." And a screaming bolt of lightning shot out Emperor Palpatine style towards the Gaian defender.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:13 pm
[Port of Gambino - Terminal 6. Time: 2:44 AM]
The gates were open when the convoy rolled into the civilian port. Odd, but not all together unusual, as ships come in at all times of the night, and trucks were always rumbling through the terminal, dropping off containers, carrying others away.
The place was still fairly busy. Sure, most of the work was during the day, but there were still two ships docked, one unloading, the other empty, waiting to be loaded. Large, buily cargo ships. Hell, the GN could probably sink them without even trying.
And the convoy was rolling through the Terminal, and the mountains of containers, wtih everything from cars, to machine parts, to dry food stuffs within. They slowed down, rolling towards the empty cargo ship, and the industrial behemoth responsible for loading...
[Port of Gambino - Nathan Richards, wounded. Time: 2:44 AM]
His leg was wounded. Took a bullet. A woman was screaming. And some fanatical rioters, or maybe subversives, were causing a ruckus. What was once a fairly middle class row of nightlife, bars, restaurants, some nicer motels, clubs, was now battle scarred, shot up, and with more than a few dead bodies laying around.
He crawled, the pain just motivating him to move faster towards the alleyway. He got his head past, his shoulders, his waist. He heard teh gun start up again, the sounds of buildings and street being chewed up by machine guns. And, he could hear now, it sounded like the next street over was getting a similiar treatment.
He pulled his legs up, and gnashed his teeth together to keep himself from crying out in pain. The woman, she was sobbing, curled up against the wall.
Totally out of it, he thought, but at least she wouldn't be doing anything too stupid.
He saw the jeep flash past. Heard the gun go off a few more times. No screams. Either they were keeping their heads down, or they were all dead out there.
And again, the brakes were hit, and he could feel his heart leap. Everyone out there had to be dead. Everything was shot up. What more could they want?
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:14 pm
Talon threw his helmet into the air, the plates on it attracting the blast. With that quick break he charged forwards, leaping off of one of the downed tables and coming down behind the electrical man, landing a powerful metalic puch square in his back. "Sparky, sparky, sparky...you should know better..." He took the fighting stance again.
He grew nervous now That helmet trick will only work once...I've gotta get him away from Eileen...
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:33 pm
((For reference when we get The Watch going, don't pose landing the punch until after the other person has gotten a chance to react. Vic's no hand to hand expert though, so it works out in this case wink ))
The bolt of lighting streaked upwards while following the helmet. When it hit, there was a terrific explosion of light, like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Vic staggered and coughed as he took one hand away from Eileen to cover the place Talon had hit. "Goddamn son, that's a nice hand you got there." He stepped off the ball, and tossed it to rotating around him again. "But this ain't strip poker. And you ain't pretty." He pulled another charge from the ball, and this time with both hands, fired off two more shocks, widespread this time.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:43 pm
{{Sorry, I just wanted to take advantage of the helmet...wont happen again}}
Talon's armored body drew in the electricity and he felt light headed, energy coarsing through him. His muscles spassed and his clothing under the armor began burning. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
The GNG soldier's body fell to the floor, unconscious. Smoke billowing from slots in his armor.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 1:30 pm
"Tch." The man crouched next to Talon. "Goddamn I hate this part." He sighed, and set the unconscious girl down, then walked over to the fallen soldier. "Let's see. Where the hell are them catches..." He fumbled about, finally called the lightning sphere over to hover and provide light. "Ah." He quickly stripped the metal armor off the private. He coughed as a large billow of smoke from the clothing got him in the face momentarily. That ought to do it. He picked up Eileen again, and got on the sphere. Any second now, the casino's fire sprinklers would activate thanks to that smoke. With Talon's clothing now fully exposed, it would be put out the moment the sprinklers came to life. In the meantime, Vic apparently felt it was a good time to be out of here.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 4:07 pm
ASDF crew ready/briefing room
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They were up and moving almost before the order had been given.
Three men racing down the hallway towards Garm's hanger as fast as their legs would allow them to go.
Garm team hanger
The hanger doors were already open when the pilots arrived, three VF-1 Valkyries sitting ready to go up, armed to teeth. All three were painted stark white with a set of vertical black stripes on the vertical stabilizers and the head of Garm, the giant wolf from Norse mythology, painted on the fuselage.
The hanger was a buzz with tension as the three fighters taxied out of the hanger and lined up for take off.
ASDF runway 1
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The three fighters roared on the runway, their pilots sitting ready to launch into action. Harris sat rather impatiently in his VF-1B, he was ready for action and the longer the take off took the more innocent people could be getting seriously injured on-site.
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