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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/7/2016 3:47:15 AM
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[i] Lance pauses for a moment, thinking on the question.[/i]
"In reality, nothing, only my word. Hopefully you trust that I wouldn't be responsible for murdering men, women, and children like a heathen, like these soldiers."
[i]While Lance may have not been the most innocent guy in the world, he wasn't evil. Not by a long shot. [/i]
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A sigh escaped his weathered lips as he considered Ronin's words. He then slowly lowered his gun and reset the hammer while doing so. "Alright then. Venom Incorporated? Sounds a lot like the Iconoclast mercs back in my world. Hired guns funded by the upper class that rules over most of Olympus Island. But if you said they were out of commission, then why are their emblems still being seen on these folks? Rogues like you, perhaps?"
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"Yeah. A private military full of mercenaries who worked for the people with the most money. In the end, they're leader ended up starting a war." [i] Lance said.[/i] "No, I don't they're rogues. I think someone is trying to pick up where Schrader left off, and is outfitting new people with Venom gear. These suits are standard issue for their soldiers."
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"Damn. Do you have any other info sources on these guys then? Surely the trail can't end there. We have to find whoever's in charge of these guys and stop them. I won't be the witness to another massacre." The faraway look in Lucien's eyes told Lance that he was referring to much more than the two recent mass murders in the Dojo. Something much before that.
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[i] Lance paused for a moment, and began tapping on a screen that lit up on his gauntlet. He entered a frequency that he hadn't called into for a long time, he just hoped he'd picked up. He held up a finger to Lucien telling him to wait a moment while he called.[/i] "Is my favorite British black bird around?" [i] Lance said into his comms, contacting Nicholas Clarkson, known as Crow.[/i]
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[i]A sigh at the end of the line, followed by a chuckle.[/i] Aye. Any special reason for the call, or did you just feel like saying hello? [i]He sounded as if he was busy, shuffling papers and taking care of the other side of counter-terror and black operations.[/i]
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"As much as I love British accents, no, not a social call. I'm on a planet called Tatakai, where we've got soldiers running around that have red cobras on the shoulder pauldron. I hope that rings a bell." [i] Lance said.[/i]
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[i]The shuffling stopped.[/i] What did you say? The red cobra? [i]It didn't sound like shock, rather, it sounded like a mental "oh sh*t" moment.[/i]
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"Yes. Red cobra. As in two soldiers have killed a hundred odd civilians, both dressed in standard issue Venom exo's with their insignia." [i] Lance said, even while he was talking his mind was dissecting the problem in an attempt to come up with some reasoning or solution.[/i]
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Well... Can't say I'm surprised. [i]He sighed, and more shuffling of papers could be heard in the background.[/i] Give me ten minutes. [i]The call disconnected.[/i]
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Edited by Will: 11/8/2016 2:16:12 AM[i]Lance simply stood there, arms crossed and waited ten minutes. Damn Crow.[/i]
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[i]Beside Lance, out of thin air, he appeared in his full combat exo, completely loaded with his combat gear. Both M45A1s were at his hips in their holsters, his bow on his back, next to his collapsed bo staff and quiver. A knife was situated on the inside of his left leg, another on his chest at the top of his bandolier. His gauntlet spikes were folded down, his quiver full of arrows. On the familiar exosuit, Lance could see that the SAS insignia had replaced that of Venom Incorporated, and on the other shoulder, he bore the Union Jack. Looking to the ground at the knocked-out woman, he spoke.[/i] She alive? [i]His voice was flat, clearly the violence didn't seem to faze him.[/i]
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"Yeah. A Good Samaritan shot her..she'll be out for the next few hours if that drug is what I think it is." [i] Lance plucked the syringe round from her neck, examining the trace red liquid in there. Eon Rose extract. [/i]
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[i]Clarkson flipped her over with his foot, looking the armor over.[/i] Infiltrator pattern, Stalker, by the looks of it. [i]He walked around her to the other side, continuing to look her over.[/i] The blade she has... Schrader hadn't been weaponizing tytritium that way on a large scale. Unless that's a salvaged piece, that's new gear. Well I suppose this confirms my initial suspicions, then. [i]He said, kneeling and placing a set of powerful-looking cuffs on her wrists.[/i]
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"That someone wants to pick up where Schrader left off?" [i] Lance says, picking the blade up and flipping it this way and that, examining it. [/i]
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It certainly appears that way, mate. We've gotten word of cartels in Mexico running around with Venom tech, and the CIA's missing a field operator and a mercenary in the same place. Both reported dead in Mexico City, killed by a cartel. Americans recovered the mercenary's body, someone told me his call sign was Sidewinder, apparently he'd been contracted to keep an eye on some stuff down there. We've got reason to believe that there are some hold-outs in Mexico running with the cartels. [i]He said, not sounding happy to have said it. This was something he had hoped that he'd never have to deal with.[/i] We don't know who's calling the shots or what they want. Been a dead trail for the most part, and Parliament's not letting me chase this, neither is the Castle.
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[i] Lance mag-locks the blade to his thigh. He was nothing if not a blade addict.[/i] "Then it's a good thing you have a capable operator who doesn't answer to any suits." [i] Lance says with a grin in his tone.[/i] "They're looking for Jackson. I don't know why, but the guy in charge, Atlas, gave them the orders."
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Why Jackson? Lad didn't have anything to do with Schrader? And Atlas, you said? Not anything I'm familiar with. Never knew anyone with that name. [i]He turned away from Lance, and looked off to the horizon, and made a call.[/i] 'Ello, Alex. I need you to do me a little favor, I'll pay you handsomely. Yes, I need you to be violent. Lance has a live one, I need information from her. Anything so long as it isn't sexual or severely mangling. Yes, you can waterboard her. [i]He turned back to Lance.[/i] I think you can figure the rest of this out, mate.
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"Let's hope the new blood isn't as hardened as the old." [i] Lance said, a joke towards the girl's willingness to give up intel. He knew people like Blackjack and Crow back in the old Venom days were too solid to have info tortured out of them.[/i] "Yeah. I can figure it out though. I appreciate the help Crow, give me a call if you need a favor from your favorite oriental white man."
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Just keep her here until Wilson arrives. I need to know what in the bloody hell is going on. [i]With that, Crow disappeared, leaving Lance alone with the girl, waiting for Wilson.[/i]
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"Oh. Great. Leave me to make dealings with the psychopath. Thanks a lot." [i] Lance muttered to himself, occupying himself by reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a coin and rolling it across his knuckles. A black coin the size of a half dollar, a pagoda on one side and crossed katanas on the other.[/i]
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[i]A rip in the air appeared before him with a monstrous sound as Wilson stepped forth in his full suit of power armor, weapons clearly visible. Behind him, the tear in space and time closed, and he stood, looking at Lance. He looked down to the girl, and kicked her body over to the other side. Bending over, he lifted her up, fireman-style.[/i] May want to avoid this for a little while... gonna be ugly... [i]A maniacal chuckle escaped him as he entered another rift, disappearing again.[/i]
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"Great.." [i] Lance mutters, before stepping through his own dimensional rift, off to who knows where.[/i] (End)
