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11/27/2017 2:05:07 AM
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One of the shots [i]~pinged~[/i] off of Michael’s energy shields as he scrambled for cover, exchanging covering fire at their assailants with his MH31 blaster. The semi-auto particle accelerator lit the room crimson as it fired, boiling the air around its trails. “[b]Huh, they really [i]do[/i] want me dead,[/b]” he said as he returned to cover. Holding his blaster in his organic hand, Drake held out his prosthetic hand from behind cover, the tiny camera in his palm syncing with his neural interface to get a better look at who exactly was shooting at them.
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  • Edited by Kruos the Wicked: 11/27/2017 11:39:56 PM
    The person who was shooting at them wore a black exosuit, similar in design to Caroline's own. Yet it was bulkier, more advanced even. It seemed this particular soldier had come from the A.R.E.S. fleet, which meant Frontier definitely wanted Michael dead. The person was holding two automatic SMG's, which fired... enhanced bullets? It was some sort of technology that, once they hit something, was far more efficient in tearing through it and killing it. It continued to fire.

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  • [spoiler]It’s Michael not Nathan lol. I get that a lot. [/spoiler] “[b]So, is this a friend from work or something?[/b]” Michael asked Caroline over the staccato of the SMG rounds. Peeking out from behind cover, he fired his blaster at one of the guns, hoping to turn it to slag in the assassin’s hands. While waiting for an answer to his sarcastic question, Michael took a quick look around the room, looking for possible escapes and options for cover. There wasn’t much. Until then, he had a plan if the assassin came any closer.

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  • [spoiler]Rip[/spoiler] "A.R.E.S division. Better , more powerful, more durable, more... everything. They're basically soulless machines." was her response, firing shots of her own at the assassin. Michael's blaster shot did not fully melt the gun, rather, it burned threw a good amount of it. The gun was no longer able to fire correctly. After a few clicks, the assassin angrily threw the SMG on the ground, keeping up the shooting as he moved forward steadily.

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  • "[b]Huh... Reminds me of someone I used to date.[/b]" Drake holstered his blaster, and reached into his jacket. Somewhere within its folds, he pulled out what looked to be an improvised explosive--just small enough to fit in his hand. The words [i]HI-EX[/i] were scribbled in black marker on a strip of tape that held the package together. He hefted it gingerly in his prosthetic hand, like a pitcher getting ready to throw a ball, and glanced over at Caroline, "[b]Hey, are you a good shot?[/b]" Michael called out to her as he got ready to lob the device at the approaching assassin.

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  • "Heh. Does years of horrible training in a hidden research base with cybernetic enhancements [i]just[/i] so we can kill people with deadly accuracy warrant a 'good shot?' Because if it doesn't, you're out of luck." she said, smiling. "What do you need my to aim at? Detonate the explosive in mid-air perhaps?" At the same time, the assassin's head suddenly jerked into the direction of the makeshift explosive. With his free hand, he activated some sort of... keypad on his left arm. A small part of the exosuit "opened up" to reveal a small, black device. He then ripped it out, and momentarily stopped firing at the two as he chucked the small device onto the ground behind them...

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  • Michael grinned. “[b]Yeah, I was hoping you’d say that,[/b]” he said as he started counting down from three on his available hand. On his mark, he lobbed the explosive in an arc, giving Caroline enough time to shoot it, while hopefully not giving the assassin enough time to dodge. He didn’t, however, have time to check out the device that assassin threw at them, and only had time to press himself against the wall before it went off...

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  • Caroline shot it, and the following explosion rang out in the air. The assassin had already begun to roll away at the time, but the bomb still had done some damage. It was unclear as to exactly the extent, as there was barely enough time to see before the device started to beep. It clicked, and an electric blue light moved outward. An EMP. "Gah!" Caroline yelled, falling onto the ground. Her suit was damaged, and didn't fully shield that of a modified Frontier EMP device. Her suit went completely dark, and she writhed in pain.

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  • Drake grunted as his shield flickered out, and blinked rapidly as his prosthetic eye--newly installed and not yet perfected--faltered as well. His arm, however, was hardened against EMPs, and seemed to escape the device perfectly fine. After a brief moment of recovery, Drake stepped out from behind cover, blaster drawn at any sign of a threat. If the coast appeared clear, he'd rush over to Caroline, to see if she had survived the blast. If it wasn't clear... well, he'd shoot whatever stood in his way until it [i]was[/i].

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  • The coast happened to appear clear, the assassin missing from the scene. Wherever he was, however, he was nearby... [spoiler]Sorry for short post.[/spoiler]

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  • [spoiler]No problem.[/spoiler] Drake was cautious, but in the end, decided to make a break from cover to check on Caroline. As a fellow cyborg, she'd be especially helpless against the EMP. He lifted her up, his still-active prosthetic arm helping to carry her power armor as he propped her up against a nearby wall, and tried to look at her face. Maybe her suit was damaging her. "[b]Hey, you alright in there?[/b]" Drake asked, surprised by how sincere he sounded.

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  • "Gah! Dammit. GET ME OUT OF THIS SUIT. That damn EMP really seemed to..." She yelped in pain, the suit unintentionally hurting her and her cybernetic systems.

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  • “[b]... Right. On it.[/b]” Michael looked at the armor for a moment, wondering where to start, before he decided upon the helmet. With a satisfying [i]~hiss~[/i] of released air, the helm came off, and before long, the armor was dismantled, piece by piece, until she was finally out of the armor. “[b]You alright?[/b]” Drake asked again, looking at her again with a bit of worry. His prosthetic eye was rebooting, but its iris remained a pure off-white until it was finished. His other eye was still the same pale blue that it had been: like the sky, with a tinge of green.

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  • "I'm... alright." she said, trying to move yet faced with extreme difficulty. "The EMP -blam!-ed up my suit, and it completely just went electrically haywire. Those Frontier EMP's are also super shitty for cybernetic and electrical equipment. I'm glad that at least it didn't -blam!- up my brain. At least, I don't think so." She glanced around the area, her advanced cybernetic systems still completely operational regardless of the EMP, as they were designed to be. Even so, the pain she had felt was like a continuous high-powered electric shock throughout her entire body. "They'll be back."

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  • “[b]I’m sure they will...[/b]” Drake said, unease building up in his stomach. He’d been in a few stakeouts before, but at least in those times, he knew exactly who and what he was going to be up against, and he’d always had The Arrowhead... and his crew to watch his back. Now, he had no gear, no money, and was being pursued by some unknown military force in an unknown land. What made things worse: this strange woman who looked almost exactly like [i]she[/i] did. Drake wasn’t very superstitious, unlike most Captains. But he’d really stepped into the shit this time, and there were only a few options left to him. They could stay here, and risk running out of ammunition and cover. Yeah, scratch that option. They could try running into the woods, or somewhere with dense cover, but chances are the faction would find them. Cover alone wouldn’t save them... “[b]There’s somewhere we can go.[/b]” Drake finally said, gazing outside a nearby window cautiously. “[b]If you’re able to make it there, we can try catching a ship to the Celtic Isles. There’s some sort of magical barrier protecting it, and even if that doesn’t work, we’d disappear into the crowd. Think it’s worth a shot?[/b]”

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  • Edited by Kruos the Wicked: 12/2/2017 11:47:39 PM
    "It's the best chance we have. If we could somehow get to the Celtic Isles, there is a chance Frontier won't be able to get to us. They won't stop until you're dead and they have me back in their possession. Somewhere like that is all we got." --------------------------------- [url=http://example.com]Unknown Frontier Vessel, 3000 Km From Tatakai[/url] "General," a man said, entering the command deck. "We have news from one of our assassins. The one sent to kill Micheal Drake." "Yes. What about it?" the General responded, staring out at the planet. He, as with everyone onboard, was a member of the A.R.E.S fleet of the Frontier army. The darker colors of their ships and uniforms marked them as unique, with their presence being an unmistakable sign of important operations. "They found her. The girl. She's in the Dojo" The General's eyes widened. They had finally tracked the girl down to an exact location, and he wasn't about to let her go. If he knew anything about her, he most certainly knew she would get somewhere away from Frontier where they couldn't reach. He wasn't about to let that happen. She had so much potential... "Prepare a counter force. I would like to go down there myself. Kill Micheal on sight. The girl belongs to me." --------------------------------- "Shit. Look out!" Something exploded, and the assassin emerged. Their suit was heavily damaged, with their metal arm exposed and showing. Whatever they had fought, it hadn't just been them... "Give her to me," the assassin said in a raspy metal voice, "And I'll let you live."

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  • Drake’s pistol was out in a flurry of motion, its barrel... pressed up against Caroline’s head. He moved behind her, his frame mostly blocked by her own. Snarling at the assassin, he said through gritted teeth, “[b]Hand her over?... And why should I do that?[/b]” He calmly said, his prosthetic hand obscured behind her body. Nobody besides Drake knew what he was planning... and the Smuggler intended to keep it that way. Caroline meant something to these people... and he could use that.

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  • Caroline glanced back at him, surprised but not exactly scared. [i]I hope you know what you're doing,[/i] her expression seemed to say. Meanwhile, the assassin paused, lowering his blaster pistol. "Fine," he said, "Kill her. Do it. Finish the job. But you won't, will you? You can't bring yourself to actually pull the trigger."

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  • Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 12/3/2017 6:12:53 PM
    “[b]Really? You know who I am, you know what I’ve done... Tell me that I won’t. I dare you.[/b]” Drake gazed evenly at the man, his eyes challenging the assassin’s bet. His prosthetic eye, in particular, was... mesmerizing. If only the man looked more deeply into it, perhaps he could see the story within. It was... hypnotizing. “[b]Now, unless you’d like to explain to your employers why you missed your mark [i]and[/i] you didn’t get the lady back, I’d put the gun down right now.[/b]” His prosthetic hand pressed the button behind his back, unbeknownst to everyone else in the room. Now it was just a matter of time.

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  • He laughed, his raspy metal voice carrying across the area. "You see, you have no idea the extent of [i]anything[/i] that is going on. That girl you hold hostage is more valuable and more dangerous than anything else in this Dojo. And even if you don't understand that, let me ask you this: Why would you save someone you don't even know? Would you find a way to spare her life, only to end up risking the fate of everyone else's? Understand that this situation is bigger than you can possibly dream."

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  • Michael could afford to stall a little bit longer. His task complete, he took his now free prosthetic arm and grabbed her shoulder in a seemingly iron grip, pressing the barrel of his blaster against Caroline's head slightly harder. Subtly, he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "[b]Oh yeah? Tell me why she's so important... 'cause like you said, I don't know her. She means nothing to me. Why should I save her?[/b]" He flicked a switch on the blaster, and tightened his grip on the trigger, though not yet pulling it. Escalating the situation would work into his hand... hopefully.

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  • "Fine. You win," he said, as he dropped his blaster. "But just know one thing: She will doom you all." He broke into a rapid sprint, his hidden blade deploying from his arm as he lunged at Micheal.

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  • Michael tilted his blaster to the side, firing just over Caroline's shoulder at the man. Suddenly, with a booming crash, a small drone flew through a nearby window, and dropped something, before it subsequently left through an adjacent exit. In the heat of the moment, Caroline recognized it as an [url=http://i.imgur.com/xW0dTUD.jpg]assault rifle[/url] of strange making, flying through the air... right at her. "[b]Caroline, shoot him![/b]" Drake said, backpedaling away from the incoming man. She wouldn't have much time to shoot... but it was enough.

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  • Caroline slid to it in an utterly epic fashion, and the assault rifle was now in her hands. She fired directly into the portion of the man's exposed metallic chest. It would have, supposedly, caused some major damage. [spoiler]I don't know exactly what it's affects are[/spoiler] The would-be assassin fell to the ground, severely damaged to the point of inoperability. It twitched slightly against the wall it was laying against, nearly dead. "Holy shit, that actually worked." Caroline said, shaking. "We... we did it."

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  • [spoiler]Think of it as doing something like [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubZE29cOgvc]this[/url].[/spoiler] The coilgun blasts straight through the assassin, shredding his metal chest to pieces. In the incredibly off chance that the cyborg survived, Drake walked over to him, and melted his head with his blaster. "[b]Hell yeah we did!... Sorry about using you as a meat-shield, by the way. That was the first thing I could think of.[/b]" Drake shrugged, holstering his blaster. Caroline had made a leap of faith trusting the man, and so far it had paid off.

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  • [spoiler]Nice[/spoiler] "It's okay," she said, almost giddy yet still worried, "I knew there wasn't much else you could do. I'm just glad that -blam!-er is dead. But Frontier doesn't appreciate when people kill it's top-of-the-line operants. They'll be coming after us. In force"

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