RPG Maverick Hunters: Personification

[Flash]

OOC: Etarah's Maverick--Please, inform the rest of us why in of _all places_ there would be a AlarisX capsule in the wall of a Communications Tower/Missile Silo? Why?

[IMG]http://finalflash.netfirms.com/CommTower.gif[/IMG]

And for the rest of you, here's a wireframe drawing of the tower, so you can all get an idea of where you are. I should've posted this earlier, yes, but it's too late now. Just pretend all your previous posts relate to this. ^_^;

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[I]Fenir dashes past all the rows of dismantled warheads, surveying the area. That faint sign of life was coming from here, no doubt. In the middle of the room was a massive square hole. Fenir approached it cautiously, gazing down into blackness. This was the main missile shaft, he thought to himself. The shaft itself was very open, and the only thing stopping him falling down was a reasonably thin guardrail, painted with a black-and yellow striped pattern, standard caution colours.

He focussed on his HUD, looking for the life-sign he had located. Confused, he noticed that the small blip on his radar was now directly behind him. Fenir spun around, only to find that he was Face-to-Chest with a ton of hot steel. Looking into it, he saw tubes, human organ and flesh, connected with brutal rods and wires. It was horrifying. The crude yet massive piece of machinery looked down at the frightened Reploid, grabbing his head with one hand. Fenir struggled, but the titanic Cyborg Massacre was far too strong.

With one huge swing, Massacre flung Fenir into a five-foot thick wall of titanium reinforced concrete and steel. Fenir felt his armour dent and buckle as he slumped to the ground. Massacre grinned in sadistic delight, and walked over to a rack of dismantled missiles, grabbing one and pulling it out of the row.[/I]

[B]Massacre:[/B] Fool. What were you doing, looking for me?

[I]Fenir cursed under his breath as he realised that the blip he'd been chasing all along was in fact Massacre. The gargantuan cyborg shifted his stance and held the missile above his head in one hand, like a lance.[/I]

[B]Massacre:[/B] I'll make this quick, Hunter.

[I]Massacre laughed evily, masses of steam pouring out of the funnels on his back as he did so. With one sharp lunge, the missile was propelled out of Massacre's hand, crashing into Fenir's chest. The force of impact was so strong that Fenir was crushed into and through the five-feet wall of the seventh floor, beginning a plumetting descent to the ground. Havoc, Warlock, Reverb and Iota, still outside near Alpha, turned around to see the missile smash through the wall of the tower. Immediately, Warlock, Havoc and Reverb aimed their busters, intending to destroy it before it detonated. But just before they did, Reverb noticed the lack of an engine, and the reploid on the front of it. He pushed Warlock's buster down, and the two were helpess to watch as the missile hit the ground hard, crushing Fenir inbetween.

Immediately, two medics rushed out from Alpha. Havoc, Warlock and Reverb also headed to the wreckage. They pushed hard on the crumpled missile, tipping it over. In the small crater it had left lay a nearly dead Fenir, armour shattered, internal systems on the brink of no-return. His eyesight was static and red, scanlines scrolling up and down. He could only make out one thing--A 96.7% damage report. His eyes began to fade out.

The medics hoisted him up from the hole, and put him in a hover-stretcher, closing it up, and rushing it back to one of the support vehicles. They turned on the siren, and rushed him back to Headquarters.

Iota approached Havoc, Warlock and Reverb. They all stood silent for a moment.[/I]

[B]Havoc:[/B] They let people like that into the elite squad these days? Disgraceful.

[B]Reverb:[/B] Maybe, Havoc. But let's not forget, these enemies are like nothing we've seen before.. Let's just get inside.

[B]Iota:[/B] I'm with Reverb.

[B]Warlock:[/B] You guys go ahead inside. I have something to take care of.

[I]Warlock looked up at the hole where the missile had crashed through the wall. Something very strong must have done that, he thought to himself. Warlock grinned. He fancied a good fight. Reverb and Iota walked into the communications tower, leaving Warlock to look up at the hole, and ponder how to get there, and who he would meet when he did..[/I]

[Warlock]

[I]Sighing, Warlock watched the others enter the Silo, focusing more on Iota's back more then anyone's else's... Okay, he stared at her back the entire time. Happy?[/I]

[B]Warlock:[/B] "Don't get yourselves killed."

[I]Scratching the back of his head, he walked over to the outer wall of the Silo, before look[/i] up [i]at the whole above, assessing how high up it was. Then turning back to the wall itself, he gave it a slight tab with the knuckles of his left hand. And as he thought of how to get up there quickly, it struck him like rubble falling from the hole above and hitting him in the head.[/I]

[I]Taking one quick last look around him, Warlock looked down at his arms, which seemed quite irrelevant since his eyes were closed. Smiling, his eyes opened the moment the sound of sharp metal sliding out of his arms was heard. [/I]

[I]Anyone who?s seen Star Wars Episode Two should know this trick. Just think of Jango Fett. For taking up a whole width of both arms, from under his wrist to where the elbow poked out was a sturdy piece of metal, various outcroppings and incroppings in it, all done in a whole little pattern that would help him climb up the side of the wall.[/I]

[I]The ex-Hunter took a quick moment to ready himself both physically and mentally, for what he was about to do was still quite dangerous, the chances of something unlodging both pieces of metal in a battle zone like this quite high. Quickly shaking both pieces of metal with a hand to make sure they were in properly, he took a number of steps back?[/I]

[I]?And sprinted forward. A metre from the wall he went into a leap, flying right up at the wall, arms forward and vertical. It wasn?t even a second before he reached the silo?s edge. With a small number of sparks the pattern of metal punctured through slightly, not too much but enough to hold him in.[/I]

[I]Shaking loose his left arm he lifted it above his head and planted it into the wall. And then he shook loose his right arm, and lifted himself up with his left, quickly placing the right arm into the wall as high up as possible. And then, shaking loose his left arm, he repeated the process again, making his was up as efficiently as quickly as he could.[/I]

[I]Once a few feet below the large, jagged hole, Warlock quickly began to shuffle to the left, shifting his arms to the side, before moving up, shaking out his left arm, placing it above, shaking out his right, placing it above. And then, once diagonally above the hole, he began crossing to the side again, wanting to get into place right above the hole. After all, if anyone was focusing on the hole, they?d expect people to come from the bottom, not the top.[/I]

[I]Warlock didn?t hear the sound of steam been released just inside the hole. He didn?t hear the slight metallic shuffling as Massacre grabbed yet another piece of a dismantled missile, holding it back, ready to swing it forth. The cyborg had heard the ex-Hunter coming, and was ready to teach him a lesson.[/I]

[I]And so, up above, Warlock had lowered himself down, keeping his legs up so as not to appear in front of the hole. Blinking several times, he got himself ready, and with a great athletic manoeuvre, he was flung right through the hole.[/I]

[B]Massacre:[/B] ?That?s an exit, not an entrance my friend.?

[I]Warlock had no time to reply. For the moment his feet touched the floor of the seventh level, he found a large construct of metal, once part of a missile, flying right towards him. Eyes wide beneath his visor, Warlock heard the crunch of metal upon metal as he was thrown back out the hole, the missile remaining inside Massacre?s hand and not coming out to join him.[/I]

[I]And so here Warlock was, flying up through the air, Massacre?s grinning face watching him move farther and farther away from the hole. Of course, for Warlock, this was all appearing to go in slow motion. He didn?t have time to think of what to do, when to do it, how to do it. He just had to do something.[/I]

[I]And so he did.[/I]

[I]The metal in both arms folding back in, something new filled in their place. Well, at least in the right arm. For folding out in the blink of an eye was a small, cylinder device, which he pointed at Massacre. With a small whiz a thick, ropey material snaked out, heading right at Massacre, flying around his arm, and going taunt. And just as quickly, it pulled itself in.[/I]

[I]And strangely, by this point, Warlock had only just began to fall, meaning he was still above the hole. So, when been pulled in, he found himself swinging through the hole, before coming into contact with the floor, his legs still stretched out forward. And he continued to slide forward, heading right for Massacre?s legs his own. The mammoth cyborg himself still hadn?t been able to react in time?[/I]

[I]And grinning, Warlock just watched as his feet came in contact with Massacre?s left leg, which would surely partly topple the cyborg and give Warlock a bit of an advantage. This grin quickly turned into a frown as he just stopped immediately upon hitting the leg, Massacre not moving an inch.[/I]

[B]Warlock:[/B] ??Crap.?

[B]Massacre:[/B] ?Indeed, small one.?

[I]Cursing once again under his breath, Warlock disengaged his connection to the rope just as the missile came flying down at him once again. This time however, the elite reploid was ready.[/I]

[I]Rolling to the side, Warlock Light just watched as the missile hit the floor, making a fairly large dent. He began to scramble to his feet as the missile was slowly lifted up, intent on getting some distance on the cyborg.[/I]

[I]And so, he turned around, beginning to run backwards, when he saw Massacre throw the large missile right at him. Hurtling at a great speed, Warlock only had seconds until his head was dismembered from his body.[/I]

[I]And so, he just fell backwards, watching as the front of the missile flew over the top of him. But no, he wasn?t going to let it get away[/I] that[I] easily. So he just pointed up his newly formed buster, gave it a very quick charge, and fired up at the missile.[/I]

[I]As you?d expect, the ball of plasma easily crumpled the bottom of the missile?s frame, sending it up instead of to the side. Massacre merely watched with anger as it flew back down, smashing into the ground.[/I]

[I]Warlock, meanwhile, had gotten up, taking a quick breather, before looking up and staring at Massacre straight in the face. And then, despite the obvious size difference, he just felt compelled to say one line?[/I]

[B]Warlock:[/B] ?Time to deal with someone your [I]own[/I] size.?

*cue really cool battle music, and let the battle of titanic proportions begin!*

[Domon]

[i]Fenir suddenly woke up but with blurred vision, all he could remember was the huge cyborg shooting a huge missile at him and him being crushed. He did a quick internal scan which brought up a damage report of 79.9% "Still in the red-zone, at least the medics are doing their job." He laid back down and looked up at the blank steel-grey ceiling of the support-vehicle, he looked down and saw that his entire breast-plate had been shattered and his entire upper torso was exposed.[/i]

Fenir: Damn!

Medic #1: Lay still, i'm not finished repairing you vision circut.

Medic#2:And i'm not done repairing the rest of you. What the hell did you go against?

Fenir: A cyborg. Huge guy. He shot a huge missle at me and nearly killed me.

Medic#1:You got very lucky. I just hope we can get you repaired in time so you can get back to the mission.

[i]Fenir slumped down onto the med-cot and closed his eyes, he was glad that he had made it out alive, severly injured but alive. He did a quick scan and realized that his Nova chip had self-evolved into the Flare chip."Huh? Never knew this chip could self-evolve. Oh, well sounds pretty dangerous."[/i]

[James]

OOC: I think some of you are taking some rather large liberties with the situation. :drunk: Anyway...

[i][color=royalblue]Several large, red lights began flickering on the sides of the missile. Steam began erupting from various exhaust vents around the silo and an alarm was auidible to all inside the complex.

Iota, Reverb and Nova were making their way up the flights of stairs, in an effort to help Warlock. But the sound of the screeching siren alerted them to something potentially much more dangerous than a single cyborg; a missile that could be aimed [/i]anywhere[i] in the city.

Proteus was disengaged, apart from his backup systems. Despite this, he could feel the vibrations that were travelling through the missile's expansive hull. The entire casing began to shake violently, as hot exhaust gasses began to explode from the underside.

And then it happened. A single, massive blast. The entire Communications Tower shook, causing the other reploids to nearly lose their balance. Warlock and Massacre paused briefly to look up at the ceiling, which began cracking under the pressure.

Hot gasses and flames exploded around Proteus. The heat lapped at the soles of his titanium feet, as the enormous missile reluctantly initiated its launch from the platform. It began moving up through the shaft, slowly at first...and then picking up speed. As it did so, its edges smashed into various support beams along the way, causing several to become dislodged. The entire tower continued shaking, as its foundations became less and less stable. The flames and exhaust of the missile were flooding the shaft below. And where there were elevator exists and open blast doors, boiling hot thrust exhaust escaped and exploded through various corridors in the tower.

Reverb, Iota and Nova immediately knew that there was nothing they could do. The missile had launched and the tower felt like it was about to collapse. Reverb opened a communication sequence with Warlock, in an attempt to encourage him to retreat from his position. But due to the massive interference caused by the missile, which was only metres away from their position, all communication was disrupted.[/i]

[b]Reverb:[/b] Come on! We have to help Warlock!

[b]Nova:[/b] But what are we going to do?!

[b]Reverb:[/b] I don't care if we have to JUMP off the damn roof! We've GOT to hurry! We don't have much time left!

[i]Reverb began sprinting up the staircase, flanked closely by Iota and Nova.

Finally, the group arrived on the same floor as Massacre and Warlock. Massacre, in a slow and clumsy way, was attempting to crush Warlock with his massive fists. But Warlock was too agile. Despite this, none of Warlock's blasts were having any effect on the monstorous cyborg. Reverb cupped his hands to his mouth and attempted to yell at Warlock.[/i]

[b]Reverb:[/b] Warlock!! We gotta get out of here!! NOW!!

[i]Warlock briefly looked over at Reverb and nodded. He gestured for the others to continue to the roof. As they ran, Nova wondered where Gigabyte, Tracer and Revolver had gone. Why would they just let him go like that?

Finally, the group emerged on the roof of the tower. They stood amongst the tower's primary power generators, waiting for Warlock to arrive. But they didn't have time to think...[/i]

[b]Gigabyte:[/b] Ahahah! Look who's 'ere!

[b]Tracer:[/b] They'll regret messing with our affairs...

[b]Revolver:[/b] Heh heh, we'll see how tough these Hunters [i]really[/i] are!

[i]Reverb, Nova and Iota turned around. Standing on the generator behind them were three Replimasters, weapons at the ready.[/i]

[b]Reverb:[/b] Oh man...

[i]Just as the three Replimasters jumped down onto the roof, part of the roof itself exploded in a massive fireball, which stretched across the sky opposite them. And then they saw it; the massive missile...rocketing directly upwards into the clouds. Reverb noticed a lone figure on one side of the hull...[/i]

[b]Reverb:[/b] Is that...[i]Proteus?![/i]

[i]The Hunters turned and looked. A massive sense of shock was quickly overcome by determination. The three Replimasters approached. Reverb just hoped that Proteus would survive...though somehow, he felt doubtful.[/color][/i]

[Break]

[size=1][color=crimson][i]The three Hunters stood facing the Replimasters, the Comm. Tower slowly being destroyed beneath their feet. A huge part of the roof had broken away when the missle had shot upwards, where the floor was cracked, power generators fizzed and hissed as wires came loose. Reverb looked upward and stared at the missle, ascending into the red sky. Looking down again, he turned to face Nova and Iota.[/i]

[b]Reverb:[/b] Nova, Revolver obviously wants to kill you, so you can have him.

[b]Nova:[/b] Oh [i]thanks[/i].

[b]Reverb:[/b] Don't mention it, Iota you take Tracy over there and I'll have Gigabyte..

[b]Iota:[/b] Alright.

[b]Nova:[/b] Okay, let's go **** those Replimasters up!

[i]Nova engaged his MXRSabre and his Buster on his left arm and sprinted towards Revolver at full pelt. Surprised at Nova's speed for his size, Revolver stood and was heavily knocked by Nova, who fell over after. Revolver kept his balance and revealed his chest miniguns, aiming at Nova he opened fire with a hail of bullets which seemed to travel at so high speeds that he had no time to react.[/i]

[b]Nova:[/b] How the hell are they so fast?!

[b]Revelvor:[/b] Railgun. Uses magnets to fire bullets at an extremely high velocity.

[b]Nova:[/b] .. My memory tells me that the idea is fr--

[i]Nova was interupted by a huge explosion, Reverb had just fired his Buster at Gigabyte, hitting him offguard. Nova smiled grimly at the fighting and fired his own at Revolver, who sidestepped and sent another volley of fire his way. This next lot tore metal from Nova's left shoulder, sending shards of titanium everywhere.

Getting angry, Nova set his Buster to grenade and fired one at Revolver. He again sidestepped, but failed to realise that it wasn't a shot; it was a grenade. Revolver was lit by a small, green explosion that sent him crashing into a power generator, breaking it in half.

Spinning his guns around on his fingers, Revolver suddenly sprung up and vaulted onto a power generator. Aiming both pistols at Nova, he fired four shots into Nova's chest, he was caught off balance by another rumble from the building and fell over, his chest smoking.

Nova got up to his knees, gothic runes on his visor told him he was running at 23% damage to his shoulder and 35% to chest. Punching the floor with his Sabre arm, he thought "How the hell am I gonna hit him? I'm gonna lose this battle.. unless.."

He got to his feet and disengaged his Buster and with his MXRSabre, he carved delicate arcs into the air with the red heat blade, leaving a blood-red trail. He put his left arm over his body for defence and charged at Revolver, spinning his Sabre. Revolver jumped off the roof and opened fire with his railguns again, hitting Nova hundereds times all over his body, metal and paint ripped off, circuitry and wires were torn to dust. Nova didn't care about himself anymore, he just wanted to save the city.

He jumped into the air and, with a beautiful display of red, cut into Revolver's chest. Revolver stumbled backwards angry and shocked at the damage that had just been inflicted to him. Nova landed heavily on the collapsing building, breathing heavily. The runes flashed on his visor again: 58% damage all over his body. He slowly heaved himself up and propped himself against a nearby power generator and looked towards Revolver.

Revolver was staggering about, still trying to accept the fact that someone had hit him, not much damaged was caused, but still.. He was really angry now. Shouting with rage, his back opened up and two more railguns folded out and attached to two sockets on his shoulders. Smiling, he opened fire with all the firearms he had on Nova.

Bullets hit Nova at an alarming rate, he could do nothing to stop them but stick his armoured arm in the way. Suddenly he had a thought. Quickly he dived behind the power generator, still he heard the maniacal laughter coming from Revolver as he poured more and more bullets still in Nova's direction.

Nova flexed his left arm to reveal his Buster, loading in two grenades, he quickly rolled to the side of the generator and fired both at Revolver. In his stationary, firing position, he didn't notice the grenades rattle next to his feet. "Three, two, one.. lift off." Nova thought in his head. The two grenades exploded, destroying the part of the floor Revolver was standing on, he fell down the hole.

Straining for something to hear, Nova heard nothing of Revolver. He slumped on the floor, sitting down, leaning against the generator which was hissing violently. He did another scan of damage, 76%. The damage wasn't as much as it felt, but for some reason, the bullets felt more energy draining than any other firearms Nova had faced before.

Suddenly a whoosh came from the hole in the roof, Revolver had jumped out and had a missle launcher on one of his arms. The whoosh had come from the missile launcher. In a split second, everything seemed to pass within a minute, the missle ever reaching closer to Nova's stomach.

He clenched his fists but they didn't move as he suddenly realised he had been hit with the missile. All feeling in his lower body had gone. Blindly, he shot another grenade into the air. Losing track of time, it seemed hours before the grenade exploded. He grabbed the side of the generator and hoisted himself up. Gasping for air, he did another damage scan... 94%. He threw himself behind the generator again and waited for the fight to end, he had finished his part in this mission. Or so he thought...[/i][/color][/size]

[Warlock]

OOC: Y'know, I don't exactly think you can be self-repaired [i]that[/i] quickly. I mean, a person's own self repair system can only do so much in such a time. Heck, it'd probably be quicker to be repaired by a medic then to have your own system do it. And just ask yourself, how can you own system do [i]complete repairs[/i]? When you're deactivated, is it just going to unattach itself from your own body and find new armor to fill in the bits that have fallen off, or are so badly damaged that they need new peices? A reploid's self repair system can only go so far...

Oh, and I could be wrong, but I believed there was only [i]one[/i] missile. Not two, three, four, five or more. And how do you expect cutting open warheads will stop them from exploding? Heck, your very act there of cutting them opened could've caused them to explode and kill us all.

Anyway, I can't post part of the RPing bit now, got to quickly get off, but I thought I'd include this. Please EM, think before you do things.

[James]

OOC: Hehe yep, in my last post I tried to unify everything more. Only one missile was launched and Proteus was on it -- but at this stage of the battle, the missile is long gone. The focus now has to be the fight...and the escape from the building itself. I suspect that we'll see some very damaged Hunters by the end of it. :) Hehe

Oh and...I'll edit this post later with an RP post.

[color=royalblue][i]The missile rocketed toward the sky at thousands of miles per hour. Proteus' backup systems slowly re-engaged, bringing him back into consciousness.

He opened his eyes slowly, watching the city grow smaller and smaller below. He hoped that his comrades were alright, but the biggest issue for him now was not only to survive, but to stop the missile.

Proteus was strapped to the hull by a series of steel clamps. There was only one way to free himself; he'd have to remotely download an ACM program from Hunter HQ and morph his limbs. Proteus closed his eyes and concentrated...[/color][/i]

[color=seagreen]Attempting communications uplink...

...done. Accessing Maverick Hunter ACM Database...

...

......

.........connection failed. Maverick Hunter ACM Database is unable to communicate with your weapons program; you are out of range. [/color]

[i][color=royalblue]Proteus opened his eyes and looked around. The missile was now travelling through the Earth's stratosphere -- the border between sky and space. Proteus' communications systems were too weak to contact Hunter HQ from this distance. And the thrust from the missile would no doubt be interfering with any connection.

Proteus decided that he would have to wait until the missile began its descent. When it was safely back inside the atmosphere, he would connect to Hunter HQ and do his best to stop the missile hitting its target (though he still had no idea what target that might be).[/color][/i]

OOC: Remember, Proteus attempted to communicate with the ACM Database. Hunter HQ will have a record that he attempted to download a weapons program -- meaning that he's still alive. This is just a little tidbit that you might want to remember, should any questions about Proteus' safety come up. ;)

[Domon]

[i] Fenir bolted upright in the bed when he heard the loud roar of an engine. He looked out the medical bay window and saw a long tail of smoke and in front of it was a huge missile, Fenir thought he saw something on it, he zoomed in on it as best to his abilities, all he could make out was the shape of a humanoid, he quickly ran the outline in his data banks of all the staff at Hunter HQ. His data banks quickly matched the outline with Proteous. As soon as his data banks had deducted it the missle was long gone. Fenir did another damage scan. It was now at 69.3%[/i]

Fenir: Still to weak..I don't even think i could walk if i needed to.

Medic#1: Hold still. We managed to get your upper torso repaired, we're now working on your legs.

Fenir: Thank you.

[i]Fenir slumped down again on the cot but he never tore his eyes away from the comm tower, he hoped nothing else bad was going bad to happen.[/i]

[Warlock]

[I] Even though parts of the roof were slowly collapsing, the floor itself was becoming more unstable with every passing moment, and fire was slowly snaking it?s way closer, the two titans, Warlock and Massacre, continued to battle. [/I]

[I] No side was winning in this conflict, and none would most likely win. No, the winner would probably be the silo itself once it finally collapsed and crushed those battling within. But despite that, they fought on. [/I]

[I] Warlock weaved in and out of the flurry of Massacre?s punches, many of them missing him by inches and blowing hot air onto him. He never had time to think though, as for the moment after one punch, he had to duck under an uncoordinated hook, the fist flying above him. And so, in retaliation, he himself attacked. [/I]

[I] The blast of energy from his buster snaked it?s way towards Massacre?s chest, smashing into the giant?s collection of flesh and metal. Alas, all it seemed to do was push Massacre back slightly, and make his grin grow ever larger. [/I]

[B] Massacre: [/B] ?Why do you even try anymore. We both know you can?t win.?

[I] Punch. Duck. Counter buster attack. Kick. Sidestep. [/I]

[B] Massacre: [/B] ?You won?t be able to keep this up forever!?

[B] Warlock: [/B] ?Yes, but either will you.?

[I] Springing backwards, Warlock fired off a few stray shots of sizzling plasma at Massacre, before taking a quick look around him. [/I]

[I] The damage from just the fight against Massacre was large. Missile fragments lay in many more pieces, some imbedded into the wall and floor. Chunks of the wall were missing, and there were large dents and small holes in the floor and ceiling. But most of the damage wasn?t caused by their fight. No, it was caused by the deteriorating tower itself and the missile that had left it minutes before. [/I]

[I] The walls were constantly in a state of shuddering slightly, as if the weight they were carrying was just too much, and were struggling to keep it up. The floor above was loosing pieces of it?s floor, pelleting both Warlock and Massacre with small fragments constantly. Not to mention the floor was a hazard, and any wrong move could send you plummeting to the floor below. [/I]

[I] Grinning manically, Massacre began to thunder after Warlock, the floor shuddering with each step. Warlock, playing on the defensive, just kept walking back, letting Massacre come. He had a plan, but he wasn?t sure it?d work?[/I]

[B] Massacre: [/B] ?Get back here you little r-AGGHHH!!?

[I] With his last step Massacre had finally done what should?ve happened earlier. He, with his massive feet and large weight, had collapsed a portion of the floor, sending both him and Warlock spiralling down. [/I]

[I] Both smashed into the unstable ground of the sixth floor, and both quickly got to their feet? [/I]

[Flash]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Etarah's Maverick [/i]
[B][color=ocean teal]OOC:Yeah, I actually CAN explain that. Dr. William Light is my "body's" father. He is also the main constructor of many buildings in the city. This being the case, he built an AlarisX capsule into the buildings, each one carrying the saem upgrade. Dual swords and dual busters. As for why he'd put it in a WALL.....um.....I did that for post interest, I guess. I dunno. I hadn't had my coffee then.
[/i][/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

Who the heck is Dr. William Light?

I know for one that Dr [i]Thomas Xaiver[/i] Light wasn't a builder, so I hope you're not talking about him.

Capsules in random places... It worked in the games. But not in the RPG.

[Zerosaber]

Shadow stood in the car wondering what his plan of action will be.
He then had an idea and called the metacorp foundation

Metacorp:Yes,Shadow

Shadow:I was wondering if there is anything that you could do to help me with this particular situation because there are alot of strong reploids here.

Metacorp:What do you mean specifically

Shadow:An upgrade of some sort to help me in my mission

Metacorp:We could upgrade your morph chip to a new model just recently developed it's called the fate chip

Shadow:Ok do that

Metacorp:But I have to tell you it is experimental

Shadow: well you need a test subject

Metacorp:Ok but you call us if anything goes wrong

Shadow:Ok

Shadow after a few seconds he felt a surge of energy inside of himself.

Shadow:wow

Metacorp:yes you now have become faster,stronger,tougher,and your adaptability function has become better.But it we haven't tested to see it's weaknesses so you'll have to find that out.

Shadow:Ok.I'm out

Shadow gets out of the car and sets his morph chip for stealth.

Shadow: wow they were right the adaptation is working much better

Shadow then runs to the support vehicle and looks inside and sees.......

[Chaos]

[i]A large explosion etched a semicircle under Tracer's steady feet, knocking him a good twenty feet into the air. As he got up in a blurred flurry of flips, he snarled as he saw two shadows fly up into the air with striking speed. The landed some three or four seconds later, silent with the exception of the hydrolic hiss of the gears adjusting to the fall of these Reploids.

Two beam sabres came to life in the shadows, making a criss-cross over each other, both a light, steel blue in color. Gigabyte turned at this, his attention escaping from Reverb.

At this, the two figures in the shadows shot forward, smirking madly as they dashed mere centimeters above the ground, twirling around in broad circles around two genorators.

They came to a hault in the early evening light, showing what the Hunters already knew.

Soiled by soot and ash, Demos and Havoc glared now at the damaged Revolver, quickly glancing at Nova. Piecing two and two together, they both got into nearly identicle offencive stances. Havoc dashed towards Gigabyte, kicking the downed Revolver hard as he passed as well.

Gigabyte, focused on Havoc, was suddenly snuck by a powerful plasma round from Reverb, who began charging his buster once again. Gigabyte, not wanting to make the same mistake again, turned so that he could face both Havoc and Reverb, forgot completely about Iota as well.

Several projectile rounds made Gigabyte jump, his barest of reflexes allowing him to miss the rounds by bare millimeters. Snarling, he fired several plasma rounds at Iota, knocking her off of her feet, as well as the advancing Havoc. Havoc spun once, but was met in the face by a strong right hook in the jaw.

As soon as Havoc hit the ground, he backflipped, completely missing the shattering roof. His feet landed heavily on the crumbling shards of the cement. He cursed strongly as the roof underneath him spider-webbed, giving way to his weight. He made holes, also, through the floor of the eighth level. He was stuck inbetween the two levels...

Back up on the roof, Reverb took a solid buster round to the face from the enraged Gigabyte, who now concentraited on Reverb and Reverb alone.

Demos, however, was having his spot of fun with Tracer. His material sword had been sliced straight in half by Demos' DX-Sabre early on in the battle, and Tracer was on the run.

Several quick buster rounds, and Tracer was on his back. When he looked up, he gasped in shock, seeing Demos standing on one of the genorators, his right leg propped up on the edge of the dirty machine, his the backs of his balled fists against his waists, leaning forward with a menacing, sadistic grin.[/i]

[b]Demos:[/b] "Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock. Hear that? That's the sound of your time running out."

[i]Tracer's face went pale, as his mouth peeled open, a raspy roar of anger escaping from his throat. His hands formed into busters, letting simple rounds of plasma fly. Demos jumped high into the air, using his dash units to make himself hover just above the shots.

As Demos came thundering down, he stabbed downwards with the DX-Sabre. Tracer, however, began to regain his sense of fighting, and rolled to the left in a flash.

Demos snarled, as he pulled his beam sabre out of the roof violently, trying to get a reading on where Tracer was running around at.

A sudden shockwave slammed Demos backwards into and through a genorator, scraping him up very nicely. As he fell, he went over the side of the Silo...

Tracer roared in victory, having knocked his opponent to his death. Firing his Swirl Tornado into the air several times, he screamed taunts into the young night, the other Hunters staring, shocked. One of their numbers had been taken out so easily--

A yellow hue cast over the immediate area around the Silo, and an ear-shattering roar enveloped the area, when Demos went flying overhead. A golden beam ripped from his left hand, which was formed into the Fox-III v.3 buster. This golden beam, gradient, white leading to sun-yellow on the edge, was surrounded by black sparkles of excess energy.

Sent soaring overhead from the force of the fully charged Fusion Rocket round, Demos seemed to daintfully hover above the Silo.

Spilling downwards like a rocket, Demos looked like an arrow, completely straight. As he neared the roof, his body bowed backwards slightly as his right fist drew back.

Homing in on Tracer, Demos slugged forward, his body snapping forward to put the extra force into his punch. Tracer's entire body buckled inwards, slamming into the genorators he had backed up onto due to fear. Firstly, he was hammered backwards with enough force to knock a Ride Armor's top half off, and then he bounced off of the genorator, nearly going straight through it.

When Tracer coughed up some artificial blood, Demos had already landed, rubbing his right hand with his left, his buster adapting back into his hand.

Tracer was on the brink of deactivation, when he reached a quaking hand upwards to Demos, his voice raspy and slurred.[/i]

[b]Tracer:[/b] "P-Pl-Please... ..Spare me, Hunter."

[b]Demos:[/b] "...Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel is just a freight train coming your way..."

[i]Tracer's eyes widened to the point that his pupils could barely be seen, as Demos' hand, formed into the Fox-III v.3 buster once more, gleemed with a pale, white, fiery aura, and unleashed a white orb of pure energy into Tracer's face, tearing the Replimaster's upper torso away in a flash of napalmic fury...[/i]

[Flash]

[I]Reverb, Iota and Nova stood awed watching Demos annihilate the Replimaster Tracer. Even Gigabyte and Revolver were shocked as they saw their comrade reduced to a smouldering pulp by one Hunter.

Reverb was the first to turn back to the Replimasters, smirking. Seeing Demos' extravagant victory had merely given him even more confidence.[/I]

[B]Reverb:[/B] You're next.

[I]Gigabyte turned slowly to face Reverb, a sarcastic smile on his metalic face. He closed his eyes and chuckled to himself.[/I]

[B]Gigabyte:[/B] Tracer was weak. You shall have no such luck with me.

[B]Reverb:[/B] Wrong. Compared to me.. You're obsolete.

[I]Gigabyte snarled at Reverb, and drew a massive buster, aiming it at him. Reverb casually took a fighting stance, and proceeded to skillfully dodge every shot of plasma that Gigabyte threw his way. Nova and Iota ducked down behind some rubble on the derelict rooftop, watching as Reverb fought. Demos stood to the side, watching as Reverb demonstrated his agility.

The large Replimaster unloaded his weapon furiously, trying in vain to hit the nimble Hunter. He lowered his buster, allowing it to cool and reload. Reverb smiled. This was his chance. With a swift and unpredictable motion, he drew his Progressive Sword, switching it on, and swinging it with great force at Gigabyte. He hit armour, and felt as the sword passed through it like a hot knife through butter. Gleaming, he jumped backwards, and was surprised by what he saw.

Revolver had jumped in front of Gigabyte, taking the hit for him. Revolver had lost half of his upper torso, and an arm. the massive clean cut leaked out fuel, artificial blood and coolants, many tubes and wires flailing around from within. His eyes were closing, and he struggled to stay upright. But on his face was a steady grin. Reverb leant on his sword, curiously watching the dying Replimaster.[/I]

[B]Revolver:[/B] I shall... destroy you... At any cost...

[I]Revolver rips the remaining left-half of his chestplate off, grabbing a small blue handle over where his heart would be. He holds it tightly.[/I]

[B]Gigabyte:[/B] Revolver!

[B]Revolver:[/B] Flee. I'll take them [i]and[/i] the remanents of the tower with me.

[I]Nova recognises the handle. Manual Self-Destruct. His eyes widen and he calls out to Reverb.[/I]

[B]Nova:[/B] Reverb! That's his manual self-destruct trigger! Don't let him pull it!

[I]Reverb quickly turned back to Revolver, picking his sword up. But it's too late. Gigabyte has already jumped from the side of the tower, using his Dash engine to glide away from the tower and to safety. Revolver laughs manically, coughing up blood and fuel as his Micro-Fusion generator drains all of it's coolant, and begins to overheating process. All over his armour, thin cracks of light and energy began to emerge, showing that his power core's detonation was nearly at hand.

Reverb thought fast. Then he remembered. His Left shoulder module grew slightly taller, and opened up, a complex Positron rifle folding out of it. He grabbed the handle of the rifle, and swung it around, aiming it at the near-meltdown Revolver. Squeezing on the trigger tightly, he fired a volley of high-density green energy blasts, which rammed into Revolver, pinning him back against a generator. A few shots from the powerful rifle hit the generator, causing a minor explosion. With a low rumble, the Generator tipped foward, crushing Revolver, and breaking through the floor. The Hunters on top of the Tower approached the Silo doors, looking down. The Generator and Revolver fell down the massive missile shaft, surrounded by rubble and debris. Reverb cups his hands and shouts down the massive complex.[/I]

[B]Reverb:[/B] Fire in the hole!

[I]Revolver smacks into the lowest level of the Silo, the exhaust bay. The exhaust bay was designed to withstand fire and explosions--But nothing of this magnitude. Revolver's framework exploded in a glorius display of light and fire, a massive stalk of flame shooting upwards through the shaft of the tower. It erupted up through the open Silo doors, sending a pillar of fire into the dusk sky.

But before the squadron had a chance to marvel at the splendour of the flames, the tower began to collapse beneath them. Shaking and rumbling, the towers reinforcements begin to buckle in on themselves..[/I]

[Domon]

[i]Fenir had been awake during the whole procedure in which the medic droids removed his leg armoring and began to repair all of his burnt out circuts, he then looked at his damage scan report it started to decrease: 57, 45, 38, 29, 19, 10, 9, 5, clear down to 0% damage on his legs. He then realized that he was ready to go.[/i]

Fenir: I'm ready to leave.

Medic: Hold on, you need some different armoring, here take this.

[i]The medic handed Fenir some leg armoring that was a bright white. Fenir slipped it on and sheathed his sword and walked out, as he began to walk out he felt a huge tremor which caused him to lose his balance and fall flat on his face. As Fenir stood up he was looking directly in the eyes of Shadow. (He doesn't know who Shadow is but for now we'll just reveal that secret.) He drew his saber and activated his brand new Flare chip which made the blade of his F-Saber flare up to an iredescent teal color,he didn't know who this guy was or what he was doing on this vehicle but he didn't want to find out unless this guy started talking.[/i]

[Chaos]

[i]As the tower shook like the Earth had some bane for its life, the Hunters on the roof swayed back and forth, trying to keep what little balence they managed to keep. Nova, having used up most of his energy with his sudden outburst to Reverb, temporarily shut down to conserve strength.

Demos was snarling at the fact that Reverb had put Revolver into the shaft, and not over the side, but that couldn't be helped right now. Having a brillient idea, Demos shouted above the din of the collapsing Silo.[/i]

[b]Demos:[/b] "Everyone listen up! Reverb, I want you to do me a bit of a favor. Make sure Nova gets off of this building. Jump off the side, and slide on down at least two stories! And more than that and you might get some minor damage. Iota, follow his lead. Now GO!"

[i]Not saying a word, Reverb dashed over to Nova, avoiding random debris, and slung him over his back, before vaulting over the side along with Iota. Sparks shot out from under their feet at the sledded down the leaning side of the tower, and before they came to a big, gaping crater in the outer wall of the Silo, jumped off, and plummeted downwards.

They landed heavily, the dry ground shattering beneath their immense weight and velocity. But they stood up like normal, and dashed for Alpha...

Back up on the tower, Demos blasted a nice, big hole from the roof to clear the debris on the ninth level so that he could clearly see where Havoc had landed to. Back down in the dark abyss, Demos switched from his normal, pinpoint clarity vision to thermal scan. Adjusting the settings to where the funnel of heat known as the launch shaft, Demos peered around the ninth level, searching for signs of heat.

No luck.

Seeing the many holes in the floor, Demos decided to check the eighth level, when a comm. link was sent his way. Accessing his HUD, he could barely hear the voice of his brother, Havoc, over the static caused by the interference of all of the happenings of the tower's demise.

Havoc was relaying some sort of message, something about a rendevouz outside at Alpha. Rodgering that, Demos ran full speed towards the wall opposite him, and jumped a split second before he would have rammed into the wall.

Curling up into a ball, with his elbows touching his knees, his body slashed through the decrepid wall like it were a wet paper bag.

Soaring downwards, flairing his limbs outward so that he would catch more air, Demos ignored the shower of rocks and steel that pelted the air from the Silo, and landed with an audible crunch.

Standing fully erect and unharmed by the fall, the dirtied Hunter ran as fast as he could to escape the now-falling tower. As he reached the coordinates, looking at the others which were there briefly, before turning to the Silo.

He watched in tired dullness as a sheet of dust choked the area as the loud rumble of the falling tower eventually deminished to nothing, and soon, the only noise that was heard were the footsteps of the Reploids who were walking back to Alpha.

They had just started to walk off, when an explosion rang out from under the rubble. Chunks of destroyed rocks were tossed into the air effortlessly, as a Reploid was seen walking through the new flames created by the intense plasma blast. Demos twitched in awe. [/i]

[b]Demos:[/b] "Wa...WARLOCK?!"

[i]Warlock smirked, as he approached silently, and as he came near his wounds were evident. A bloodied nose, some bruises along his face, and his armor was nicked up fairly badly [Not to say that the others weren't]. But he was alive.

Demos stepped forward in disbelief, as he had just learned that Warlock wasn't actually dead, or had gone Maverick [Such rumors floated around HQ]. Demos was about to say something, when a scream of anger came out from underneath the rubble.

Warlock turned sharply, his fists clentching tightly, cursing. A large boulder was lifted straight up into the air, and below it, was a very, very, [b]very[/b] pissed off Masacre.[/i]

[b]Warlock:[/b] "Run. Now. ...I've got this."

[i]With that, the others dashed off towards Alpha, as Warlock steadily advanced on Massacre...[/i]
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My mind feels fried...O_o;;

[Talon]

[color=teal][i]Xion struggled to get up as he applied his sub-tank to himself, getting his damage percentage to 19%. A medic from the [u]Alpha[/u], dispatched by HQ, had been repairing him for the last half hour. He stood up after the medic ran off to the [u]Alpha[/u], dusting himself off. Xion then looked out at the tower as it collapsed, then watched as the wreckage shifted. He began to walk towards the wreckage to pick up his sword, then saw Massacre standing inside the rubble, carrying Xion's sword.....[/i][/color]
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Sorry if it's crappy. It's 1:30 in the morning and I had a bad day woth no sleep for 36 hours, no coffee, and plenty of trouble with fighting.

[Warlock]

[I] Not even sparing a glance to see how the other?s progress to Alpha was going, Warlock merely stared at Massacre, his face now more calm then usual. He didn?t bother to draw his weapons yet? No, he was waiting for Massacre to make the first move. [/I]

[I] Now, Massacre was finally looking a bit roughed up. Broken armor, one of those many pipes cut in half, a few others fractured or punctured. Yet, despite the injuries, he didn?t look as if it was damaging at all. He just looked eerily invincible. [/I]

[B] Massacre: [/B] ?Welcome, to your end.?

[B] Warlock: [/B] ?Big talk for someone who?s yet to injure me.?

[B] Massacre: [/B] ?Oh, we?ll see about [I] that [/I].?

[I] And so they both begin to walk evenly towards each other, their battle not yet over. Massacre still had that look of sick delight on his face, and Warlock looked grim, yet calm, almost as if he already knew the outcome of this battle? [/I]

[I] The battle continued from where it had left off. [/I]

[I] Warlock was the first on the attack, dashing forth but stopping a metre from the cyborg. Thanks to the momentum he had gathered, he continued forward, flipping forward and up, his buster already formed. But as came eye to eye with Massacre, no blast of energy came out. [/I]

[I] No, it was his old Cossack Sabre that appeared out of the barrel with a flash of light and pure energy. And the emergency jets, built into his feet, gave off a quick boost of flame, lifting Warlock up that tiny bit farther, so he was actually [/I] above [I] the titan, and he pulled his arm back, ready to impale the sabre into Massacre?s head. [/I]

[I] SNATCH! With lightning speed that didn?t seem in character for Massacre, he had grabbed Warlock?s arm, twisting it around so the sabre no longer pointed at him. But thanks to some quick, exhaustive pushing, Warlock was able to slash out at Massacre?s hand, been let go as the cyborg growled. [/I]

[I] Landing swiftly on the ground, Warlock began to dash back, a large fist narrowly avoiding his figure. Coming to a halt, he dashed forward, duck and weaving, trying to dodge Massacre?s relentless punches and swipes. [/I]

[I] But something was wrong. Warlock just didn?t have that energy he seemed to always have in him, it was if he had lost his skill and experience. [/I]

[I] And while he hadn?t lost those two qualities, it was quickly apparent what was wrong. It was the slowly leaking mechfluid and random electricity screaming across his form that gave it away. [/I]

[I] Massacre?s fist coming in contact with Warlock?s torso, as quickly as the battle had begun, the ex-Hunter was sent flying back into a pile of rubble, getting the wind knocked out of him. [/I]

[I] He got up, though slowly. The pain in his chest was getting unbearable? He couldn?t win. More mechfluid was leaking now, and electricity was quickly engulfing his body. [/I]

[I] You see, when escaping the silo, Massacre had got off a lucky shot. He had whacked Warlock with a large piece of rubble, sending him into a wall, crushing Warlock?s body together for a second and inadvertently cracking open his generator, and damaging many other internal pieces, that were slowly bringing down Warlock?s performance level. [/I]

[I] The one thing the Light bot ever resented about settling down in the Badlands was the lack of repairs and maintenance. You see, there aren?t many quality mechanics in places like the Badlands, and they?re either Maverick or charge a godly amount. And so, unable to go to either, Warlock had to settle for his drones doing minor repairs when needed. [/I]

[I] He?d gotten into various skirmishes over the year of exile. And while not that badly damaged in the several fights, he still received injuries. Internal components were fractured, and his drones could only repair things to a certain extent. Heck, Warlock didn?t exactly have that much money on his hands? He was unable to regularly buy replacement pieces. [/I]

[I] And so, without the quality mechanics of the Hunters, Warlock had gone into today?s battle as a breakdown waiting to happen. [/I]

[I] And a breakdown it was. [/I]

[I] Without warning, Warlock?s sabre died. His dash systems went offline and his generator began to lose power at a faster rate. Not to mention Massacre had just arrived at Warlock?s location, picked him up, and thrown him hard into the ground. [/I]

[B] Massacre: [/B] ?Playtime is over!?

[I] With a crunch, Massacre?s fist came in contact with Warlock?s torso, not injuring the armor that much but still causing internal damage. The cyborg didn?t seem at all bothered with the electricity spilling all over the black and crimson reploid. [/I]

[I] He bent down, pummelling Warlock?s body with elbows, fists and even a knee or two. Unable to defend himself, Warlock could only lie there as his eyes began to fade. Going, going, going? [/I]

[I] Gone. [/I]

[I] Warlock?s body shut itself down, reporting damage in all sections. But the constant pummelling of the incredibly angry Massacre just didn?t stop. [/I]

[I] Getting to his feet, the cyborg began to kick Warlock?s body, hard. Kick after kick after kick. It was clear now. If Massacre didn?t stop now, the inner part of Warlock?s generator, one of the most heavily armoured parts of his body, would completely collapse, imploding in style and probably killing off Warlock. Alas, the one down point of a built in generator of immense power. [/I]

[I] Seconds before Massacre could finish off Warlock once and for all, or at least for a long time, a wave of lasers kicked up behind Massacre, quickly zeroing in on the cyborg and crackling into his back. [/I]

[I] Screaming in rage, he turned to look to look at what was attacking him? One of the support vehicles, it?s weapons going crazy, attacking the massive cyborg by itself, the Alpha strangely not accompanying it. Obviously those inside had yet to witness Warlock?s pummelling, but the crew of the support vehicle had. [/I]

[I] And so, with one more scream of rage, Massacre quickly began to run off, away from the support ship, leaving the reploid with electricity surrounding him laying on the ground, deathly still? [/I]

EDIT: Oh, and I just noticed your post Etarah, but why would Massacre have Xion's sword? Unless I actually missed something, which is quite possible...

[Chaos]

OOC: Sorry EM, but no, Alpha hasn't left yet. -_-
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[i]Hearing the sudden shots from something other than buster fire, Demos turned sharply, only to see Massacre running at breakneck speed at one of the Support Vehicles. Warlock was nowhere to be seen.

Filled with a moral sense of sadness, one of the three times in his life that he would have this emotion lingering within him, Demos turned to dash off to intercept Massacre.

As he left, he told the others to continue on to Alpha, and await his signal, should he not return. Havoc was in charge until Nova came to and was able to actually stand. They complied.


Demos steam-lined forward, using a trick he had learned from Flash; Limit Releaser. But this time, he planned on surviving using the Limit Releaser.

Frowning sadly at the thought of Flash's death, Demos suddenly was filled with a rage like he had never felt before. The thought of loosing his last connection to pre-Cataclyism gave him new-founded rage, as he hauled across the scorched Earth, ignoring the fact that his power levels were somewhere around 127 percent, near overload.

With this new power, Demos came up behind the enraged Massacre without a sound. He began charging his buster, as he slid to a halt some five meters behind the cyborg, who was still enthralled by the Support Unit.

Letting a fully charged Fusion Rocket round fly, Demos' body was propelled backwards from the force of the escaping energy that launched out of his buster. Stopping some fifteen feet away from where he once stood, he snarled in sadistic pleasure as Massacre took the blast right in the back of the head with a screech of pain.

Tumbling forward, Massacre came to a sandy halt with his face buried in the dirt. Standing up shakily, the cyborg turned around to get a flying boot to the face from Demos. The blow barely phased Massacre, but what really knocked his socks off was when Demos fired off his dash system at full potential, blasting Massacre for a loop.

Flying some twenty meters backwards, face disfigured beyond recognition, Massacre howled in agony. He slowly staggered up, anger taking hold of him, and rushed forward.

Demos ducked a mighty right cross, and kicked straight up from the ground which he had slid down to, right in Massacre's stomach.

Firing off his jet boosts again, Massacre was sent flying into the air, but Demos was also sent into a force crater of his own. Massacre flailed in the air, trying to right himself, when a blue beam of energy passed through his right shoulder, and quickly depisitated.

Massacre landed with a crunch, some of the pipes and tubes lining his body snapping and bending completely out of shape. The hulking cyborg stood warily, keeping his eyes fixed on Demos. The pain was slowly overtaking him; his knees were starting to buckle.[/i]

[b]Massacre:[/b] "How the Hell are you so strong...?"

[b]Demos:[/b] "I'm following a friend's example."

[i]Saying that, Demos took off again, dashing forward, sending a rift of dust flying behind him. Massacre didn't even both to try to block when Demos sent a perfectly executed roundhouse to Massacre's jaw, the loud crack audible to everyone within a mile radius.

Massacre was pummeled by a long-lasting flurry of punches, kicks, and some few buster rounds. Finally breaking his lull of attacks, the cyborg threw out a loose left jab, which, of course, Demos avoided with relative ease.

Whipping the DX-Sabre out, Demos took several slashes at Massacre, who suddenly regained his second wind. Jumping backwards with uncharacteristic speed, Massacre only took some light cuts. But one slash hit one of the cyborg's main 'veins', and suddenly oil was gushing out like a fountain.

Screaming defiantly, Massacre jumped backwards, his huge left fist clasping over the 'vein', preventing a massive lose of vital fluids.

Demos looked on in glee, seeing he had really messed Massacre up. One of his eyes had swollen shut, his right shoulder had a blood-oil mix gushing hole though it the size of a cabbage, and he had whelps all over his body.

When Demos was charging up a buster shot that very well could've destroyed Massacre, suddenly his power began to plummet; the Limit Releaser was taking too long. The power that was focused in the Fox-III v.3 Buster dissolved in a magnificent display of light, and it was at this time that Demos fell backwards, his exhaustion evident.

Massacre's face turned to one of sorrow and mourning, to one of sadism. This was his chance. Now, if only he could actually feel his legs...[/i]

[Talon]

[color=OCEAN teal][i]As Massacre began to struggle up to finish Warlock and Demos each in their turn, a fully-charged plasma beam sent the unused sword flying into the air. Xion caught the blade, Massacre had had it embedded in his hand since the building had collapsed, in the middle of a flying flip. He deactivated his buster and took up a fighting stance, charging his blade with the Wind Dash ability in his system. As Storm Eagle's energy pervaded the blade, making it glow an iridescent silver, Xion began to dash forward. The Wind Dash, charged to its fullest Cyclone Cleave, cut next to Massacre's chest. Massacre, too weakened and injured to do anything, let out a sigh as if he'd learned something very depressing, which was true given the circumstances. He turned and walked away quite rapidly, for the pummeling Demos and Warlock had given him, giving Xion a sad look that clearly said "I will get them". Xion turned, his compassion overriding his impulses and letting Massacre go, and let his energy reserves lessen from 105% to a safe output of 83%. He walked over to Demos and Warlock, making sure Warlock's body was insulated and safe to take a journey to HQ.[/i]

[b]Demos:[/b]*cough, cough* Damnit, kid. Is the bastard dead?

[b]Xion:[/b]No. He's walking away. But if not for me, you'd be scrap. Let's get back to HQ. Unless that chick in the transport has anything to say about it.

[i]Iota had pulled up in an odd transport to him, pulling over and taking Warlock in the rear-cushions. She headed for the [u]Alpha[/u] with Demos and Xion following.[/i]

[b]Xion(to himself):[/b]Let's get to HQ and let Signas and Demos decide what to do about the missile. And I think we all need repairs. I thought my systems were at 81%, but my legs, buster, and torso are damaged to about 50%, 42%, and 83% respectively. The medic was lying. Said he was sent by Karmen, though....Ah, Hell, let's just get to HQ, I'm talking too much.
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OOC:Massacre had picked up Xion's sword by accident when the building collapsed. Xion had dropped it when he was thrown out of the silo. Nobody said Massacre knew how to use it. But I'm wondering what happened to Gunner, the other guy Proteus saw. Anyway, Medra, Flash, or Warlock, you decide what happens next and whether or not we go to HQ.

[b]Edit:[/b]Is that better, Medra?[/color]

[Warlock]

Hmmmmm... Appears you slightly misread my post. Unless I'm mistaken, I believed I said Massacre was running away from the support vehicle, not after it. He was actually supposed to escape to fight another day, or something like that... Guess I should've remembered to include that, eh? ^_^;;;;

Anyway, I'll most likely edit this with a post soon...

[Chaos]

Dammit Lock, seriously, that was my bad. I posted right after I woke up, without any coffee or sugar. Ugh.

And not to be a total ***, EM, but I think you're under-estimating how badly ****ed-over Massacre was. He could barely move, as I sort of hinted at by "Massacre's face turned to one of sorrow and mourning, to one of sadism. This was his chance. Now, if only he could actually feel his legs..."

But oh well. To that matter, though, Demos ordered the others to head for Alpha, not to go back towards the scene of the fight. Plus, there is the matter of Shadow [Who, in all actuallity, should have left the general continent] who was hanging around Alpha.

So, a kind edit would be nice. Basically, redo your whole post if you will. Follow Lock's idea of Massacre fleeing. He seemed to have something planned out there.

Or am I just assuming too much? Gah. My head hurts.

[James]

OOC: It's highly unlikely that Massacre could barely move. lol It's not that easy to harm him. ;) But of course, the intention was that he would escape from the tower to avoid it crashing down on him.

Once again, I'll edit this with a post.

[Chaos]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Etarah's Maverick [/i]
[B][color=teal][b]Edit:[/b]Is that better, Medra?[/color] [/B][/QUOTE]


Yeah, that's better. But I don't see how or why Iota would've gotten in a transporter to come back when she wasn't ordered. Hell, maybe Havoc told her to...[;) In other words, yeah.] But where she got a vechicle before she even got to Alpha is beyond me. Oh well. Thanks for doing that so kindly and swiftly.


[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i]
[B]OOC: It's highly unlikely that Massacre could barely move. lol It's not that easy to harm him. ;) But of course, the intention was that he would escape from the tower to avoid it crashing down on him.

Once again, I'll edit this with a post. [/B][/QUOTE]


Well, I had misunderstood Warlock's post, so things played out differently. But now, he's run away, so all's well. And I'm so confused I can't post...O-o;;

[Break]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Medra [/i]
[B]Well, I had misunderstood Warlock's post, so things played out differently. But now, he's run away, so all's well. And I'm so confused I can't post...O-o;; [/B][/QUOTE]

[size=1][color=crimson]Me too. oO; Where is Nova got to? Ow my head hurts..[/size][/color]

[Flash]

Okay, Listen. Here's what's going on.

Iota and Warlock have headed back to Iota's Mini Emotion. They're leaving.

Fenir is already at HQ, in the infirmary.

Everyone else (Nova included ;)) are heading back to HQ in Alpha.

Shadow is the exception... He's dead, or something.

Proteus is strapped to a missile.

Massacre is (slightly) damaged, and retreating.

It can only be presumed that Gunner and Karman have escaped, or were destroyed. Only time will tell.

There. Everything is cleared up.