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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by GRUNT OVERLORD:
11/9/2016 2:42:23 AM
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[b][u]Reunion[/u][/b]
[u]Just outside Dojoville, Alpha's and Beta's house, 3:34 PM[/u]
Alpha was working on his ship, having gotten so close to finishing it that he just decided that he wanted to finish the job. It was delicate work, fixing many of the internal systems found within the cockpit. One of those, the ship's personal transponder, was switched on as he returned some measure of power to the craft.
The signal that allowed the Arrowhead and any of the Mercenary-turned-Smugglers associated with it could easily track it, sadly Alpha remained unaware, still working with his head inside a panel.
The signal soon resounded throughout space, showing the way for them to find him.
((Open to All, if you ain't Arrowhead, you intercepted the signal))
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The only issue with the entire ordeal, was how it wasn't only the Arrowhead that picked up on the signal, and within minutes there was going to be hell unleashed. Cloaked by a field of distortion that Jack Treyman had custom built (Its pretty damn gold considering he builds time/space tearing nanochips), the Last Legate stalked the vessel from afar in an undetectable state of watchfulness with his AntiMatter sniper rifle in either of his hands, looking through the second scope as an infrared scope pointed out any heat signatures in the area. The cowboy was also there as the one who had been approaching the ship, his armour equipped and hidden beneath the ten foot tall man's duster. His 50. Caliber LMG was at his hip but pointed to the ground ahead of him in an act of not aggression but peace. He had an arsenal of weapons but those would only have few being visible to the naked eye. Oh, and there was also an NTR Alamo watching from orbit and a large unit of ODST's and Rangers watching from above, but they would be on standby rather than assault. In the event that someone pulled some bullshit. "Damn, not a bad vessel," called the cowboy as he looked over the ship with a whistle beneath his helmet.
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He slammed his head into the top of the panel, and swearing as he got out of the fighter, replied "Thanks......who the -blam!- are you?"
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"And draw." With the speed of light and a draw time of one second, JT's hand was on his coilrevolver as it drew from the left, then the right. A bullet was fired towards either of Alpha's knees as JT wasn't playing around, and the .44 rounds were boosted by coils inside the gun.
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he cried out in surprise as he felt the rounds penetrate his knees, and he realized that you were here to take him in.....but you heard a cry of fear from inside the house, and the sounds of something running towards the noise
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It seems the writer underestimates just how much of a bad man JT can be if angry, hence why he was called The Bandit by many. No shits were given about the scream though Treyman aimed his sniper to the doorway, while JT proceeded to shoot at both the hands of Alpha to keep him immobile.
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He yelled out, trying to rise, cursing JT's name, his mother, and quite honestly, he was rather creative about it. The door burst open, revealing a girl just under his height, her horns half-shaven off, a shock of white fur draped over where her left eye should be, her right's color that of lavender The girl cried out "Alex?? W-what are you doing to my brother??" Alpha yelled at the girl "Cassie! Get back inside!"
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The girl wasn't safe either, for the loud explosions of the insides of JT's revolvers echoed twice to put a bullet into either of her legs.
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She whimpered in pain childishly, sliding down against the doorpost, tears falling from her eyes Alpha's cursing intensified, if he ever gotthe chance he'd hurt JT, badly
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JT slowly approached and kicked Alpha onto his back, shortly before he hovered his right foot over the boy's left knee. It was already injured and if pressure was applied then damn. "Where's your crew, goat?"
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He yelled out, whimpering in pain "They....agh!....They aren't here! Get off of me! Leave my sister out of this!" The girl was crying softly, her ruined knees bleeding all over what were blue jeans, but they weren't so blue anymore
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"Girl's part of the crew right? If not then get her to the L.I.M.B clinic, we have a Bacta tank." ((You think JT would shoot a civilian without thinking that she was part of the enemy crew? -blam!-ing idiot.))
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"She wasn't involved in shit, leave her be." He growled, his anger increasing as he heard his sister's cries of pain
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"Get out of here girl, before I use your horns as knives." JT spoke in a low, toneless voice that carried his famed accent with a degree of fearsomeness, before he started to step on and put pressure onto the leg. "Your friends. Who are they, where are they, and how do I find them?"
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The girl tried to rise, her legs were too damaged to unfortunately, so she fell back down with a cry Alpha grunted out harsh words "Kiss my ass!"
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"Oh? How would you be saying that behind bars? Because last I checked, I can grant you immunity for your little raid on the Hermes, and all that killing your friends did. Think about it kid, you and your sister there can live freely and happily with no lawman hunting you."
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"I'm not worried about what you'll do, she's a member of the dojo and an innocent, and my crew beat you guys, they can do it again!"
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[i]As if on cue, a massive ripple appeared in the sky, as if someone had burst a massive, gloomy bubble above the house. A small slipspace rupture, only a few hundred meters above the surface, caused a small scale EMP, and sent anyone in the blast radius flying backwards. And out of that rift soared the Arrowhead, in all of its glory. Michael Drake had analyzed the situation, and waited for an opportune time. He saw the Alamo-cruiser in orbit, which would have no trouble blasting him out of the sky if it saw him, so he'd have to pull a risky slipspace maneuver and exit his jump just above the surface, using the computerized drive to its full potential. There would be some delay before the Cruiser noticed him, aimed their weapons, charged them, and then fired them, so he'd have a brief window to translocate Alpha onto the ship. Nothing on the ground could pierce the Arrowhead's electromagnetic shields--of that he was certain. So when the Arrowhead appeared, it did so only momentarily. In the second it took for it to appear, it locked onto Alpha's DNA reading, which had been logged on the ship's targeting computer, and he was translocated onboard the ship, at which point Drake reactivated the slipspace drive, and they reentered warp. Beta, however, wasn't recognized by the ship, and she was left behind...[/i]
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Alpha gasped, Trying not to cry, in pain and not really sure what happened...... Beta, however, was panicking, left behind with a man who had just threatened her brother and herself, unable to run or fight, and in a great deal of pain
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[i]Drake rushed to him from the cockpit, crouching down besides his wounded friend, and checked him for injuries. He wasn't by any means a medic--quite the opposite--but he was smart enough to realize that Alpha was in a lot of pain. He sealed the wounds by injecting Biofoam into the blood and gore in his thigh, while attempting to disinfect the wound with some alcohol. With a sigh, he realized that they were out of painkillers, really because he'd used up the last of them the previous few nights. Alpha would have to deal with the pain.[/i] "We'll get that bastard next time, Alex. Next time..."
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he groaned, and with a damaged hand, he grabbed Drake's shoulder "Cassie......Beta....wh-where is she? Drake? ....W-where is my sister??"
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[i]Drake genuinely looked confused: he had never met, nor heard of Beta.[/i] "Your sister? What d'you--I thought I didn't give you any painkillers..."
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"DRAKE?!? WHERE THE HELL IS MY SISTER!?!" He was sober, definately sober, you've seen him mutliple times with a broken body, but his eyes always retained that cloudy look when he was like that Now....his eyes were clear, and there was a vengeful fire in them that you could easily see, as well as tears in their corners
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"I--uh--I dunn-I dunno." [i]Drake was slightly flustered by your outbreak, as he was genuinely confused. Had he done something wrong? Was Alpha finally breaking?"[/i]
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He leaned his head back against the ground, softly starting to cry Maybe you needed to check the tapes, or the flight log of the systems that had carried him aboard, to see what he was talking about
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[i]Drake was genuinely worried, and slightly flustered about Alpha's condition. So, of course, he checked a hidden compartment in his prosthetic for Shine... and came up empty. His flask was likewise depressingly empty. In order to steel his nerves, he took a bite out of a sandwich he pulled out of the fridge, and got to business. He searched the flight cam for anyone else in the shot when he picked up Alpha, and sure enough, there she was. She looked similar to Alpha, but she was luring prone on the ground, bleeding. If only the targeting system would've picked her up.[/i] "Alpha... she's down at the surface. With The General."
