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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/23/2016 7:40:17 PM
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[i] Ian flips both of them off while still spraying his face with water and blinking excessively. After a few more moments of this, he looks back up and blinks tears away but starts to head for the vehicle.[/i]
"Makes me feel real inadequate."
[i] He mumbles.[/i]
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[i]"Milk works better..."[/i] [b]Joker remarks, implying there was some kind of milk to be found... Even though there wasn't.[/b] [i]"Pfft. When we get back to camp, I'll help you get it taken care of..."[/i] [b]Joker chuckled and set down his holo-pad, Ubonae news flashing across the screen.[/b]
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"Yes Joker, because I have a milk gun." [i] Ian says annoyed, climbing aboard the tank and putting his head on his arms, looking at the floor. The burning was still bad, but it was getting bearable. The thing that pissed him off was how easily Damien had handled him. He knew he was strong, but Ian didn't even stand a chance. And it irked to his very core..he needed to be stronger. He never wanted to be helpless again. [/i]
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[i]"You should use it more..."[/i] [b]Joker says with a smug tone, making a hand motion that the driver picked up on, bringing the tank to a hurried start.[/b] [i]"If it makes you feel any better, Judge does this to everyone. The general population is his guinea pig."[/i] [b]The driver's soft and almost lyrical voice spoke up from the front, the voice of someone with plenty of common sense, but the same voice that carried a treacherous amount of sadism and underlying disdain.[/b] [i]"Except he likes to put the pigs in the microwave..."[/i] [b]Joker remarked, his humor clearly not... Normal.[/b]
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"Definitely doesn't make me feel any better." [i] He mutters to himself, tracing his hand over a spot on his chest absentmindedly. There was a seal there, one with a tremendous amount of power..he just had to unlock it. And so far he'd been unsuccessful.[/i]
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[i]"Cheer up. It's sparring. Neither of us was going all out. Now you just have to put better filtration in your helmet and you'll be prepared next time."[/i] [b]Damien's helmet folded back as he pulled his large coat from seemingly thin air and sat it down next to him as he adjusted his brace and leaned back.[/b] [b]The treads continued their low hum as Rook eventually spoke up, turning to Damien.[/b] [i]"Boss... Issue... It's another one..."[/i] [i]"Drive around it..."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged and grinned at Ian, his stupid smiles a never changing feature.[/b]
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"Another what..?" [i] Ian raises his head and glances towards the road, but couldn't quite see around Joker and the driver. Damien was right, he hadn't been going all out, but it still didn't help his ego. He'd get over it though. [/i]
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[i]"Rifts... It's why we are here. Cataloging rifts that come from our dimension... Y'see, we come from a timeline separate from you... But these rifts all lead to our timeline... More importantly, a timeline full of bad people."[/i] [b]Rook replied, Damien nodding in agreement.[/b] [i]"They're harmless mostly... But we believe one singular being is opening them somehow... Someone with a lot of mental power."[/i] [i]"It's not any of us... I can't open rifts without fringe technology and a lot of armor... I'm talking someone with a great skill."[/i] [b]Damien sighs and rubs his right eye, the small white and yellow orb vibrating unnaturally to the touch.[/b]
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"Greeeat, more bad guys with a particular set of skills, ones they've acquired.." [i] Ian trails off, shaking his head. The burning sensation in his mouth and eyes not giving him the heart to finish the reference. [/i]
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[i]"Well... Here's the thing... Between the few of us that has access to rifts... None of the readings match..."[/i] [b]Damien nodded in agreement giving Ian a serious glance.[/b] [i]"What we know... Is that it isn't a purposeful thing. The randomness and general... Bullshitery is off. My guess... Salem or Creed have a project on hold, and it's meant to track us... Likelihood is that they are using a hostage for results."[/i]
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"Hostage..?" [i] Ian says quietly, mind running back to something Lance had mentioned in passing. Something about a girl and a guy named Salem.[/i] "You might wanna check with Lance on that. If anyone's got access to rifts with ease, he does. He might be able to track them, and something tells me he'll be more than happy to.."
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[i]"Hold up there, kid. We already have a lock on an old friend... That's the second reason Omicron is here... We are planning a rescue mission."[/i] [i]"Won't be easy... Got five locks. Panzer, Creed, Salem, Mourne, and Wraith all in one central place. And Silence and Judge do poorly against Mourne and Salem. It's walking in there with four guys and two loonies hoping not to die."[/i] [b]Damien narrowed his eyes and Rook's grip on the steering wheel tightened. Jasper and Damien had once had families... Both shattered and taken... Both men left to their own crippling insanity. Damien had drunk his away until his mind was pickled... The once genius torn away and replaced with a smart madman. Jasper had turned bitter and hostile, his manic depression isolating him and turning him into a very... Very unnerving sociopath. Not to mention, both had never recovered from exposure to Cillosine... A dream state hallucinogenic that kept victims from ever 'waking up'. Both Jasper and Damien had to struggle through every day just hoping they weren't still in dreams.[/b] [i]"Listen, Ian... We are going on a suicide mission deep into uncharted territory... I've never tried to do wrong to you before... Excluding the pepper spray... But it'd be best if we could find you a way home very soon."[/i]
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[i] Ian looks back up at Damien, staring at his eyes, and shaking his head.[/i] "Not gonna happen D. I've been with you since Creed fùcked with us from the beginning, and I plan on sticking with you. Sounds like Panzer is asking for another melting too." [i] Ian says with a grin, but a nervousness had clung to his heart. He wasn't scared, no. His outlook on life was if it was his time to go, it was his time to go. And if there was some higher power looking out for him, maybe that wouldn't be too soon. He didn't know much about Salem, Wraith, or Mourne, but he was gonna stick with Damien. Through thick and thin, no matter how much thick there was. [/i]
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[i]"You know how to pick'em, boss..."[/i] [i]"Well... If that's the case, I'm putting you with Glitch and Joker... You aren't suited for the direct lines. The big shots are there... But... I'm guessing a private army too."[/i] [i]"And since Silence and Judge are practically useless once we get to the fortress, we have one last ace in the hole..."[/i] [b]Damien nodded his agreement, Joker chuckling to himself. Not the best ace out there... But when push came to shove...[/b] [i]"That leaves Sabre and Rook to sweep and clear..."[/i] [i]"And our backup?"[/i] [b]Damien shrugged, Joker speaking up, as an idea comes to him.[/b] [i]"Big N."[/i] [i]"No... Absolutely not..."[/i]
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[i] Ian was disappointed That he wouldn't be on the front lines, but he didn't push his luck. Damien didn't have to let him go at all in reality. Ian thought for a second, tapping his fingers on his thigh,[/i] "I'm sure Lance would probably be down to go with us. He was down to go against Creed back on LD, im sure nothing's changed." [i] Ian raises an eyebrow.[/i] "Who's Big N?"
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[i]"Lance... Can't be there... I have a feeling that's what Salem wants. And if he does come... He's staying with Joker and Glitch."[/i] [i]"Our job is to make sure nothing escapes... So unless they run towards us, we get to sit back and play charades."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged, knowing full well that everything on the other side was most likely a... Trap. Not that he was afraid...[/b] [i]"And you might as well let N come. You'll say yes sooner or later. Besides, I bet he'll like the kid."[/i] [b]A chill crosses Damien's spine as he thought of his old student... A crazy person... Not Damien crazy. No... This guy was full blown Mourne crazy... Just more ethics.[/b] [i]"N stands for Nomad... Our old field scientist... The German has a thing for... Life..."[/i] [i]"He went AWOL few years back. We located him... But he went into hiding to protect his research."[/i]
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Edited by Will: 10/25/2016 2:16:25 AM"Uh huh.." [i] Ian says, pretending to understand all they said. In truth, the Nomad guy sounded weird, but what concerned him is what this Salem guy was capable of. If Damien didn't want Lance there, because Salem did, what kind of guy could take Lance? He'd seen him in action, the guy was a demon..[/i] "Well, I've got Panzer and Creed down..but what's the Wraith guy like? And Salem and Mourne..? What makes them your guys' kryptonite?"
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[b]Rook speaks up this time, Damien's eye turning to large pools of black as he grits his teeth at the mention of Mourne.[/b] [i]"Wraith is our old pilot, and tanker. He was damn good at his job... Too good. We gave him a Megalodon T-62 Auto-Mech. Let's just say, he cause a lot of causalities in the resistance. As for Mourne, he has immediate control over seals, able to take them away entirely. And Salem can control the mind and cause hemorrhaging in the brain. Damien here never got over his exposure."[/i] [i]"Boss can't tell the difference between this world, and the one he was trapped in. Eighteen months. Of course it was two minutes in real time, but mentally, he was tortured for eighteen months."[/i] [b]Damien said nothing, his complexion pale and his face twisted in a look of pure insanity. He was a broken man, with a fuse that burned up far too quick.[/b] [i]"Wraith still has the mech, and he's good with revolvers. He's got a repair seal... So the mech is hard to take down..."[/i]
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"What if someone got rid of their seals..?" [i] Ian thinks for a moment, pondering the fact that Mourne could control seals. If Ian copied that, then Wraith wouldn't have his repair seal, making the mech easier to take out, and Mourne wouldn't have control of theirs.[/i] "That would make it easier to deal with them right?"
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[i]"Possibly... But Mourne also comes packed with shields... Ninety four gates. Each one a dense spiritual wall... Couple with the fact that Glitch and I don't have seals... And we are walking into a shit storm."[/i] [i]"He is the big play. Creed is the objective monger. Salem is the back breaker. Anyway we slice it... We are fūcked..."[/i] [b]Joker falls silent a moment, the sound of treads against dust and sand the only comfort. Then, in a strangely calm tone, Joker speaks up once more, emptiness in his voice.[/b] [i]"This isn't really about us anymore... Kid, we are going into this knowing we are going to die... We are doing this because we owe Boss, and we owe the Aldons."[/i] [i]"Semper fi..."[/i] [b]Damien says nothing, knowing full well how the events would likely transpire... He was frontline runner... And once he fell... That left Silence and Rook to try and stop an insurmountable enemy.[/b] [i]"Got to hand it to you, kid... You got balls to throw your life away like this... Or you could stay and not be stupid. Leave it to the big guys..."[/i]
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[i] Ian shakes his head.[/i] "Damien's had my back for as long as I've known him. I'm not ditching out on him now. I've earned my spot with the big guys." [i] And they all could see, even though he was young, he had fire in his eyes, and most importantly, he had heart. [/i] "They can't be invincible right? There's always a chance."
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[b]Rook speaks up this time, Joker seemingly losing interest. The big man had the attention span of a ADHD lemur.[/b] [i]"Chance, yes. We don't know what's on the other side... But we do know it's going to be hell..."[/i] [b]The tank suddenly jerked to a stop, Rook stepping up and turning off the from shielding.[/b] [i]"Besides, now comes preparation..."[/i] [b]And with that, he slipped out from a small hatch on the top of the tank, his small body making it out easily. Rook was maybe 5'7, small and built for stealth... But something told Ian that saying something about the height would get the man angry.[/b] [b]The back doors slide open and a small ramp extended revealing nicely built large tents, crates, military barrels, vehicles, guns, and... People... Two to be exact, excluding everyone previously on board the tank... Silence stood with his eyepatch like sight trained on Damien, Glitch violently boxing with a dummy... Home sweet Omicron home.[/b]
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"Where's Saber?" [i] Ian questions, climbing out of the tank and dropping to the sand, Dusting himself off. He gave a two fingered salute to Silence, turning to Damien.[/i]
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[b]Damien shrugged, looking around but not seeing the Assault Tactics Officer anywhere... Not unusual... But not ordinary either...[/b] [i]"G, where is Captain?"[/i] [b]Joker asked, walking towards his long time buddy. Glitch and Joker got along the best, die hard friends... Insane together...[/b] [i]"Dun know... Silence probably knows."[/i] [b]Silence turned to his teammate, a mechanical growl emanating from his helmet before he suddenly vanished into thin air... Typical...[/b] [i]"He's probably fine..."[/i]
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"Probably." [i] Ian repeated, a shake of his head. Silence was probably the most cryptic of all of them, Ian thought so anyway.[/i] "What kind of preparation are we talking about?" [i] Ian asks. Besides unlocking my damn seal.. he thinks to himself.[/i]
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[b]Glitch and Joker chuckle, padding off to a large tent that was covered in old blood stains and mud. Then there was the other two tents... One covered in equipment and a black tarp that Rook began to walk towards, and the last one that had empty bottles outside, and a newly reappeared Silence sitting out front.[/b] [b]Damien motioned to some of the crates, walking to one and popping up the lid to reveal a massive machine gun and anti-tank rifle.[/b] [i]"Big guns, big vehicles, impressive tech, and the sort... If you want you can stay with me and Jazz, Rook and Sabre, or Joker and Glitch... The last option probably isn't the best..."[/i] [b]Damien chuckled as Rook eventually returned with dozens of throwing knives, moving towards the dummies and a large holo screen, flipping the screen onto some kind of nature documentary as he took cheap shots at the dummies with his knives. Silence say on a plastic box outside his white and black leather tent that looked quite fancy, cleaning the barrel of his sniper as he continued to simply stare at various things...[/b]
