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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/5/2016 4:08:22 AM
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[i]Wolfe took the right, rifle up and looking for a set of stairs down to the lower decks. If he could keep moving down, maybe he could find her.[/i]
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[i]The door did lead to a set of stairs going down, but men could be heard coming up. And strangely..the air was colder when Jackson passed through over the threshold.[/i] ~~~ "Looks like I'm going up." [i] She uttered to herself, but her first step was met by someone coming down the stairs, boots banging heavily on the metal. [/i]
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[i]These damn superpowered people... Backing himself against the wall, he kept his rifle in hand, and he turned to look down the staircase, tossing a nine-banger. At this point, he was a bit wary to use lethal grenades, as he did not know whether or not Riley had gotten free or was being moved, if she was still here, of course. Rolling down the staircase towards the men coming up, the grenade went off, flashing and exploding ridiculously loudly nine times, like a fusillade of rifle fire. Whipping around the corner, he had his gun up, ready to shoot down his opponents.[/i]
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[i] The nine bang grenade had blinded his foes on the staircase, but when Jackson brought his rifle up to fire, a hail of..ice sickles? Came screaming up at him. In a brief glance, Jackson could see two men. One was armed with a rifle, Scar variant, Maybe? It was odd looking, then again, this was a different dimension. The other was clad in all white clothes, complimented by ice white hair and the ever present cold aura around him. He was the Powered one.[/i] ~~~ [i] It was a woman, clad in a tactical vest and armed with a variety of weapons, including grenades, a sword, and what looked like a desert eagle in her hands. She moved fast, bringing the pistol up at Riley, who moved faster. The makeshift sword she carried batted the pistol to the side and sent the shot revertebrating through the stairwell, skittering off the wall. The echo could be heard by even Wolfe, the sound coming upwards. Riley's hand screamed in pain as the bindings wrenched her fingers painfully, but she didn't fault, whipping the jagged tip of the table leg across the woman's throat, spraying her blood across the stainless walls. [/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/5/2016 4:52:14 AM[i]He triple tapped the one with the gun, three to the face. The shards of ice were mere distractions, shattering on his armor. Nonetheless, he had to take care of the man with powers. With the speed and training of a soldier, he cut across the man's stomach with a burst, still using steel-core AP ammunition. Hearing the scream, he immediately recognized it, and could feel himself letting his anger take control again. [/i]
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[i] The bullets popped the man's head like a balloon, and eviscerated the second. They dropped dead, and the stairs continued to lead downwards, but there was also a door to the floor of that level..[/i] ~~~ [i] Riley then went through the excruciating task of prying the table leg from her grip, undoing the bindings and redoing them with the woman's sword. It was a short, straight blade, double edged and flawless. Riley snorted. This woman had probably never even used it. She grabbed her pistol in her left hand, hearing the gunshots echoing downwards, albeit suppressed. Metal stairwells carried sound pretty well. She just prayed it was Jackson, as she began to make her way upwards. [/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/5/2016 5:05:10 AM[i]He put a single shot into the eviscerated man's head for good measure, and continued to move down the stairs, lower into the bowels of the carrier. [/i]
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[i] Yep. Definitely dead. The stairwell kept doubling back on itself each time it went down a flight, and so far, no trouble. [/i] ~~~ [i]Riley moved upwards, the sword she bound to her hand at her side along with the pistol. If she fired it, there was a good chance it would wrench her shoulder, but better a dislocated cuff than dead. [/i]
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[i]He kept his rifle at the ready, reloading as he continued on down the staircase. If she had done what he had expected, she was likely looking for a way up and out on her own, and he had to play it carefully to avoid accidentally shooting her. [/i]
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[i] Eventually, after a half dozen more flights and no more confrontations, he could hear lighter, barely audible footsteps coming upwards..[/i] ~~~ [i]Riley could hear boots coming down the stairwell, holding the pistol and sword at the ready..[/i]
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[i]Compared to the soldiers he had come across earlier, this was not one of them. The sound was all wrong, which could only mean one thing.[/i] Riley? [i]He called down the staircase, hoping that his gamble would pay off.[/i]
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"Jackson!" [i] She yelled upwards, sprinting the last few steps up and rounding the last set, coming face to face with him. She..was not a pretty sight. She was bleeding from a half dozen, half clotted cuts on her body, she was littered with bruises, her hair was matted with dried blood, one of her eyes was swollen shut, and a sword in her right hand was bound to her Palm by a piece of fabric that held two broken fingers against the hilt. She was nothing if not stubborn. [/i]
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Christ... [i]Was all he could say. It was painful for him to see her that way, and it made him furious. [/i] We need to get out of here. You need treatment and neither of us need caught by reinforcements. How badly are you injured? [i]He asked, expecting her to lie. She never was one to admit the pain, and neither was he.[/i]
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"I killed someone with a chair leg on the way up here. I'm good." [i] She said with a grin, but it was more of a grimace due to the swelling.[/i] "How far are we from the flight deck?"
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[i]Dodging the question, typical behavior. It relieved him that she was still in good spirits.[/i] Quite a ways. I don't know how many more of these guys are here, but even on a skeleton crew I expect more. If we can get to the top, I'll get Wilson to exfil us. Are you ok to fight? [i]He asked.[/i]
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"As long as they try and kill me." [i] She said with a grin, already heading past Jackson up the stairs. It was true. She was beaten, bruised, tired, and weary, but if someone wanted to kill her, it was like a bucket of cold water in the face. Already though, several sets of boots could be heard coming down. [/i] "Shit." [i] Riley muttered, backing down a few steps and raising the pistol upwards. [/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/5/2016 1:27:16 PM[i]He unsheathed his sword with his left hand, keeping his rifle up and ready for those coming down with his right.[/i] Can you use that gun hand with a blade? [i]He asked.[/i] I'd rather you didn't hurt yourself anymore. [i]He knew she wasn't trained very well to handle weapons like the Desert Eagle, and that if she shot it, she'd probably hurt herself and miss.[/i]
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Edited by Will: 12/5/2016 4:39:39 PM"I'll be okay." [i] She said with a grin. She was nowhere better than in a fight, this was her element. Leveling the pistol upwards as the first man came down the stairwell, she pulled the trigger and grunted as the pistol jerked heavily, but the man collapsed with a blossoming red stain on his shirt, two more replacing him and leveling rifles at the pair.[/i]
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[i]The second two took a burst to the chest each from his rifle, and despite only holding the weapon with one hand, he was surprisingly accurate. Sliding the sword back into its sheath, he took point.[/i] Stay behind me. Their bullets won't get through my armor, but they'll certainly get through you. [i]He doubted that she'd listen, but he didn't want her to take any more bullets.[/i]
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"Fair enough." [i] She actually agreed, surprisingly, but that was just because she didn't want to get shot. Again. They made their way up the stairs, surprisingly without resistance..what was up? Soon enough, they reached the door to the flight deck. [/i]
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[i]Wolfe poked his head up looking around quickly, observing the still-burning fires and the demolished flight deck. This was beyond unusual. [/i] Why the hell is there nobody on this ship? [i]He whispered to Riley.[/i]
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Edited by Will: 12/5/2016 9:10:55 PM"I don't know.." [i] She said quietly, easing her way out of the door and onto the deck. The mess Jackson had made was quite impressive, dead bodies sprawled everywhere. Ones with bullet holes in them, and ones in pieces. [/i] [i] No sooner had they got ten feet onto the deck, when a massive spotlight lit them up like the night sky. [/i] "Well, you two are quite the couple aren't you?" [i] A voice spoke up, coming from across them in the darkness. It was almost playful, like she was incapable of taking anything seriously, in a sinister sort of way. The figure stepped forward into the fringe of the spotlight, making her presence known. The woman was beautiful, pale skin under an immaculate pinstripe suit, with long Raven colored hair falling down her shoulders. She wore a sword at her hip, a katana in a blue sheathe that dazzled in the low light; like a million sapphires. As a matter of fact, she was immaculate in every way. Her shoes, hair, clothes, skin, like her life was based on perfection.[/i] "Bitch." [i] Riley snarled. This woman was the one who'd overseen her torture. [/i]
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[i]He raised his rifle to her, leveling it at his shoulder, and emptying the magazine at her. He had a pretty good idea of who this person was, but regardless, he saw her as another one of the soldiers he'd executed. Fancy names and titles meant little to him, and Riley's exclamation had keyed him in pretty well that this figure had likely been the one trying to butcher her.[/i]
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[i] She leveled her hand at the pair, and stopped the bullets mid-air.. the projectiles dropping out of the air with a clank on the deck. Riley tensed at the display of her powers. Metal-kinetics weren't uncommon, but no one wielded it with precision like that. It was easy to bring down a building, but plucking bullets out of the air when they were twenty feet from you..only one man could have done that. And Riley had put a piece of shrapnel through his throat. [/i] "Now, that's rude Jackson. I haven't even gotten to make my villain speech and explain my motives before slaughtering you." [i] She said with a pout. [/i] "You tried to kill me. That's enough for me." [i] Riley snarled, and the woman clicked her tongue.[/i] "No, I held you captive. There's a difference Riley, dear. Let me introduce myself; I'm Selene, head and founder of Unity." [i] She said, waving a hand encompassing the carrier.[/i]
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[i]Wolfe let his rifle fall on its sling, not bothering to reload. He didn't need to know who she was. If she was the one who had ordered Riley to be tortured, that was enough for him. He remained silent, but waited, to see just what she would do.[/i]
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"I am going to gut you." [i] She said, with a sinister smile that didn't reach her eyes. [/i] [i] Selene giggled like a school girl, shaking her head.[/i] "Do you know how many of your kind said the same thing? Until I had them laid open on an operating table." [i] Riley hesitated.[/i] "My kind?" "People with Powers, of course."
