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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 30, 2011 10:43:58 GMT -5
A true MMA fight waged on in the small side office, the doppelganger managed to pull herself free of the original's headlock, crashing the back of its temple into Aya's nose causing her to loosen the grip on its right arm. She popped her left shoulder in after the dislocation, standing back up to make some distance; Aya somersaulted backwards in response.
Spitting images of one another looked each other down; chins low, baring their horns; waiting patiently to determine who would manage the element of surprise better. Both girl's had their poker faces on, biding their time, reading each others contradictions. Without the appropriate space neither had the room to circle off and bide their time while deciding how they would attack. All they could do was stand perfectly still.
They both moved at the same time. The doppelganger weaved her foot behind the wheel of a swivel chair, slinging it up at Aya who had unsheathed her knife; the black matte blade impossible to spot in the blur. She deflected the chair blocking with her right arm putting full force behind the thrust of her knife. Right hand impaled, the clone seethed having not seen the Interceptor, only planning to catch Aya's fist. It decided to follow through, clamping her hand down on the grip Aya had of her knife and twisting her arm.
In a ballet like counter attack the obsidian coated commando performed an almost-pirouette, leaning forwards while bringing her right foot over her head and slamming the soul of her shoe into the doppelganger's face. A moments disorientation let Aya shift the same foot between the clone's legs, grabbing it by the throat and power dropping the fiend to the floor. Room shaking from the force.
Like that, they were on the carpet again, her Copy refusing to let go of Aya's left hand. The pale girl sat on its stomach, punching the clone in the face repeatedly until she finally agreed to let go; although rather than pulling the blade free, the clone instead twisted her hand and yanked the handle out of Aya's grip. It proceeded to backhand her, knife still stuck through its palm. The brown haired girl leaned back in time only to feel a sting at the tip of her nose, blade grazing her.
In a bid to finish what had been started Aya made a quick draw of her PRO-9, several tenths of a second slower having it holstered at her shoulder instead of her waist. The difference in time would have changed the outcome radically, instead the doppelganger pulled her head out of the way and pushed at the pistol with her left hand, bullet digging into the floor just centimetres beside her right ear.
Aya's Copy kept a firm hold over the slide and receiver of the Browning making sure its foe didn't realign and pop off another shot, bringing its impaled hand up to take a hold as well. Aya complied the same, beginning a furious tug of war swaying the sidearm's irons to and away from the clone's head. With how its hands had clamped down on the slide Aya would only have one shot, the bullet casing likely ending up wedged in the ejection space from the slide being unable to pull back completely. A fleeting moment passed where the furious femme fatale felt a little give in the clone's resistance, ready to take the shot. It had been a feigned show of weakness and the bullet narrowly missed being lethal, blowing a chunk out of her right ear.
Both letting go of the pistol, half throwing it to let it clatter to the other side of the office; with the clones hands now free she shunted the soldier diva off her stomach, kicking when she retaliated. Aya snatched a foot out of the air taking a good hold of her ankle and swinging her from the floor to an adjacent wall, cracking the foundation from such hard impact. The clone dropped onto a desktop in shock from trauma. Aya picked up an idle computer monitor, bringing it down on the doppelganger's head smashing it to pieces.
So much of what went on in the room felt like a test to the daughter of Progenitor; she was becoming sentimental about it, versing her youthful self. In destroying her Aya felt as if she would be destroying a part of herself, a piece of her past - the clone slid off the desk, finally pulling the knife free - there was no way it could harbor the same emotion the obsidian maiden contained, it was only a shell of her former self, an unknown vessel under the guise of a former Umbrella soldier. It didn't stop Aya adopting a strange maternal instinct toward it.
Malevolence burned in the doppelganger's amber eyes as she lunged at Aya, aiming for her heart. Black silk floated around the clone from the speed of Aya's sidestep, uppercutting with the heel of her palm into the clone's jaw; clicks of bone coupled with the clone's muffled shout of pain concluded that its jaw were dislocated, pain dazing it enough to drop the knife. Aya caught it mid fall and plunged it into her stomach. She were about to repeat the action when her double caught it with both hands, holding the blade from impaling her again, trembling from such painful trauma.
A raspy cry came from her throat, a burst of energy pushing Aya away; she stepped backwards clutching her stomach, breathing heavily through her nose as she glared at the woman with the brown hair accusingly. The doppelganger charged, smacking the knife free of its enemy's hand and ramming her into the wall. Aya felt her ribcage fracture as the air in her lungs was forced out, she slammed her elbow into the clone's shoulder in attempt of getting it to back off, yet it wouldn't budge. A fist jabbed at her ribcage, burning the bone and wedging her organs harshly together.
Finding difficulty in breathing, vision blurring, Aya clamped her hands down on the Other's throat and squeezed tight. Slowly she could hear the struggled inhale and felt weakness as her clone gave way, backing off, submitting. Aya didn't let go though.
Her white haired youth resisted, pulling at Aya's arms. She let go, throwing her to the ground and put a foot on her knee; the girl had to be disciplined. The parent grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg past turning point, breaking it. The clone's eyes watered from pain, yelling through her closed mouth. Aya continued to break her other leg before kneeling over the Copy and once again grabbing her by the throat.
Aya's hands shook from how hard she strangled this echo of her past; she didn't blink as she looked into the amber eyes of her double, eyebrows knitted together in absolute despise. The clone clutched at the fabric over Aya's breast, a plea for mercy as its significant self slowly removed its life from reality. Tears loosened up from her eyes as she struggled to breathe, rolling across her cheeks.
Gradually the grip she had of Aya lessened and lessened, her eyes closing as she exhaled one last time. Then let go.
Aya remained over her body, still holding the departed girl by her neck, upset eyes looking over her dead expression. She dropped the empty shell to the floor, standing up, shaken, procuring her pistol and knife before leaving the room, pushing what had happened behind herself.
Matthew and Tyson were still in one piece, they had dispatched their foes in their own stylized way. Seeing her two partners again grounded her, although still feeling hollow. Aya stood in the frame of the office doorway, looking at both of them with a sense of loss in her eyes. Looking at her deceased copies, parts of her. The girl had been ignorant to think she could deal with it, "I..." choking on her own words, "I-"
The test chamber shook violently, objects sitting on bench tops rattled, chairs and cabinets tipped over; Aya supported herself holding the door frame, looking to the window of the outer wall.
One of the support lines had snapped. A figure... a person jumped between each connecting wire at the caverns wall taking a moment to break them away. As each cable snapped the tremors became worse, and when enough had been broken away it began to swing. Its own weight broke its suspenders rhythmically, and being so taught and connected to the cube they snapped inwards like bullets, crashing through walls and cutting up pieces of the test chamber like razor wire.
"Grab hold of something!" Aya screamed in the sounds of chaos feeling inertia begin to kick in as the chamber truly started moving.
They were on a slant. Looking out the window could see the wall of the rocky cavern rapidly approaching the chamber. Clinging to the frame of the doorway, Aya's scream was blocked out by absolute noise, waiting for inevitable impact.
Every single object in the room moved in one direction. Aya slipped away from her saving grace and flew toward the window, toppling helplessly through the air like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.
So many expectations of hitting rock ran through her mind, instead the Ivory girl left the test chamber behind somehow continuing in her fall. A moments notice of the room they had been in shrinking behind them before water engulfed her body. Turning around in the freezing cold liquid, all direction lost. Aya focused on a dim light and swam toward it, breast stroke powering her through the water until she finally broke the surface.
The light she had seen were the fluorescent bulbs of the test chamber hanging far above her head, sticking out of the rock wall. The chamber had been hollow, and they had broken through into an adjacent cavern.
Aya looked around in alarm, sculling the midnight oil she'd been submerged in while desperately looking for signs of her companions, "Matthew?" she called out, dim light making it difficult to see anything else on the surface, "Tyson!?" if the big guy had landed in the freezing waters he would sink like a bag of bricks. They had to find him fast.
Unbeknown to the three, a faint orange light shone over a chrome door near the shoreline of the water. The door seemingly the only thing mad made as it were build into the rock wall, with cut limestone steps leading up to it.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 3, 2011 11:58:08 GMT -5
By the time Tyson had seen the clone that Matt was fighting off fall, he had gone to see if Aya needed any help, only to walk through the path of destruction the pair had left and find her leaning over the recently deceased copy. He saw the look on her face, and he was about to say something when he felt the earthquake-like tremor shake the glass coffin.
“What the f**k was…” He began, the second time the tremor shook them seeming to last much longer. His mind almost didn’t process the fact that they were falling for a moment. He simply felt his feet leave the ground for a split second before he caught up with the ground, landing in a heap on the ground as he rolled over and grabbed onto the first thing that he saw, a desk. Were he in his right mind, he would have thought calmly to himself ‘how the flying f**k is a desk going to stay anchored at the end of this fall?’ But instead, he felt a slight bit of panic that came from being in a gigantic tomb made of glass, on its way to hell at the speed of ‘totally screwed’. Panic that was growing the longer they were in free fall. By the time he felt himself leave the ground again, this time a bit higher than last time, he was almost relieved. Short lived, when he crashed back to the ground and his vision filled with cracks. Cracks in the floor that was supporting him, and they were slowly spreading out.
“Oh…” He began, putting his hands underneath him to try and spring out of the way. He braced himself for any eventuality and launched himself to his feet, backing away from the glass as it shattered from the force and rained down below. To what sounded like a pool of water.
But, sounding louder to his ears was the continued cracking of glass. He looked down, just now realizing that it was the former wall he was standing on. A wall that had been sheared off by the wire. A wall that was falling apart right underneath him.
“f**k m…” The E that would have ended the word suddenly turned to a yell of surprise as Tyson started falling. ‘Least there’s some water to break my fall.’ He thought somewhere in the back of his mind, landing in the pool and not coming back up. He fought to get back to the surface, but the weight was too much. Having not had any air in his lungs, he could already feel the pressure building in his chest.
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Post by .Merios on Jun 6, 2011 2:13:06 GMT -5
Analyzing Aya as she stepped into the room, Matthew could almost feel the desperation and guilt that weighed on her words. Tyson, the only other living being in the area, seemed to be even less lively, stomping towards the two. The room shook. As Tyson began to speak, the wires rhythmically snapped, the chords echoing throughout the cavern just as Tyson and Aya began to take cover. Matthew, perplexed by the situation, stood his ground as the desks began to slide and cabinets began to topple. He staggered for a moment, the ground tilted beneath him just as one of the cords snapped inward, striking the glass wall to his right side and swung inward. Not having a proper chance to react, the tendril whipped in and snapped around his chest, sending him rocketing into the air as the word winded around his chest and he rolled vertically up it, being pulled violently out of the chamber in a hail of debris.
Oxygen was forced out of his lungs as he fought the constriction only to have the cord tighten it's grip. Consciousness began to dwindle just as the cord began to descend rapidly, the atmosphere of the underground system began to disappear just as quickly as it appeared, bits of glass sparkled as they met his momentum and seemed to almost hover; he was falling- fast. Sobriety struck him like a tank as he quickly opened his eyes, a massive pool of water was rushing towards him at an unnaturally fast pace. Half a breath of air entered his lungs before he was plunged in, the force of the impact was enough to knock it right back out, bubbles exploding forth from his surprised, gaping maw as he dropped deep, watching as a desk and it's contents slowly sank beside him.
Seconds felt like hours as he frantically flailed- not knowing which was was up, he just kept swimming. Fear set in as he began to gag and wretch- he had no time to prepare and the amount of trauma he sustained severely limited his ability to hold his breath for any amount of time submerged in water. Before he could form another thought, his fingers breached the surface and he pulled himself up, taking in a loud, long gasp of fresh air. It was dark, he turned around and spun in place, yelling out.
"Aya! Tys-"
That's when he heard Aya, shouting out nearly the same sentence. Matthew turned to face where the voice was coming from and, in the distance, the familiar silhouette seemed to almost be outlined in the faint glow from a light beyond. He slowly paddled over to her, swimming a bit slowly and forcefully- he was tired.
"Wh-where's T..Tyson?!"
He struggled to push the jagged words from his throat.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 6, 2011 9:15:46 GMT -5
Matthew's voice bounced around the well, she turned to face his direction, "I don't know..." Aya replied, "Ty!" she called out again. Matt's query made it clear what they both thought; if they had hit the water, so did Tyson, and the only place he could be is under the midnight oil, "F*ck!" treading a moment longer before duck diving under the ripples.
As if looking beneath the surface would have made a difference; even when Aya switched her red eye on she couldn't see a thing through the freezing water, the cold beginning to bite at her fingertips. It was difficult to move with all of her equipment hanging from her which, considering it had all been submerged, probably wouldn't be working quite so well as before. Popping her head back up, "I don't think it's too deep," she spoke quickly, reemerging near the rock landing and throwing the bulk of her things a good metre onto the shore, "Maybe 50 feet. He's gotta be at the bottom by now. Help me find him," she went back under.
Keeping her feet firmly together the black dolphin powered toward the floor of the underground dam, holding her hand out to touch the bottom of the reservoir. A piece of jagged rock stabbed into her palm, utilizing it and all the other hand holds to crawl along the depths at full speed. After a moment her shoulder scraped the reservoir wall, bubbles rolling out of her mouth in a curse as she turned and kicked away from it.
It felt like the ivory girl was playing hide and seek in oblivion, trying to find something amongst nothingness. She lost track of time, unsure how long Tyson had been under the surface. Herself and Matthew could deal with holding their breath; overlooking that at Tyson's lung capacity, he would be unconscious by now. It wouldn't be long until the behemoth were past the point of no return.
A familiar piece of Military hardware brushed past her fingers, the receiver of an M60, tracking it to the stock and following its sling to the shoulder pad of Tyson's armor. Aya had found him.
Starting to feel the sting of burning oxygen, the dark banshee made no plans to take a second trip for squad member. Aya whistled, calling to wherever Matthew swam for assistance, linking an arm under Tyson's and beginning to swim upward. There was no way of telling how close they were to the surface, every kick she made the girl convinced herself it was only one more stride until fresh air, but it always felt like the same were said twenty strides ago.
The liquid veil rendered across her face as they broke through the surface. Aya spotted the light from before, the only landmark that pointed them in the direction of the shore, kicking through water and hoisting Tyson up onto solid ground. Contrary to most other things she had the honor of lifting up, everything he wore added to some serious weight the pale girl wouldn't deny were heavy.
Aya climbed out to make things easier, tugging Tyson out and letting Matthew push up from the water. Gravity finally gave and let her pull his body several feet from the edge leaving a slick of water and puddles on the rock.
Shaking fingers went to work at unfixing the huge plate of armor covering the big guy's torso. Aya trembled for a number of reasons; because of the cold, impact from hitting the water, having held her breath for so long; mostly because she were on the brink of losing a friend. Linking her hands together over Tyson's chest and starting compressions.
Simply thinking Tyson had gone this long without oxygenated blood flow nearly drove her mad; if he got out of this, Aya stressed the 'if' to a breaking point, his cells would need major tissue strength to stave off brain damage. He had pulled through so much up to this point; she couldn't imagine a reason for him to drop out now.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 7, 2011 20:13:12 GMT -5
Whoever had said that you saw a light at the end of a tunnel in a near death experience was a f**king liar. Maybe it had been an indication that he wasn’t going anywhere with light, something that he would have agreed with if he had been a religious man. But that was far from the most prevalent thing he had on his mind.
After less than a minute in the water, Tyson had started to fade in and out of consciousness rapidly. He had started to fade for good as the burning pressure in his chest reached his peak, when his body could no longer handle it and his lungs tried to take a breath on their own. Water filled him, and everything went dark. He had to say, it wasn’t bad when it was done with. He spent very little time actually focused on the pain of it all, more focused on what he was leaving behind. That crossed his mind much more than the pain…
Totally unconscious by the time he was hauled out of the water, his mind was still working. It was true, what they said about the brain staying active for at least seven minutes after the heart stopped beating. He caught glimpses of Aya as she tried to restart his heart, the picture fading into his eyes in small bits. It felt like he was watching glimpses of reality over the course of hours. The glimpses into the here and now slowly got more and more frequent, until he could see in real time what was going on around him. And then…
Water spilled out of his mouth and he gasped for air, turning over to his side as he coughed it out of his lungs and gasped the first breath he’d had in a few minutes. It felt like hours. Days, even.
When his breathing calmed after almost a minute of coughing and gasping, he went back to laying flat on the ground and let out a sigh as he started to sit up.
“Thanks.” Was all he could get out, but it said everything that he meant. What, were they going to waste time so he could sit and kiss ass to someone who already knew that he’d do the same for her if need be?
“Where are we?” He asked. “Besides down a big f**king hole…” He said, turning to his front and getting his feet underneath him. He staggered a bit, but was soon steady. He was betting it was bad for him to be upright so soon, but they didn’t have time for him to sit and be woozy either.
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Post by .Merios on Jun 9, 2011 0:06:51 GMT -5
Watching Aya go under, Matthew gave a hard sigh, shaking his head and paddling a bit to where she was previously. After taking in a few long breaths, he held the last one and went under, the cold water compressing about his body much like a tight, freezing blanket. Visibility was nil, he was pretty much swimming down blindly. Going slower than normal, he finally touched bottom with his right hand reaching out to grasp a piece of debris that had implanted itself deep within the soil. The nomad took a moment to collect himself, attempting to squint and see past the inky darkness around him- nothing. A shrill whistle gurgled through the water to his right, echoing off the cave walls and making it to his sensitive ears. He turned to face that direction, moving his hand along the floor to grasp a second piece of debris- a rolling chair's metallic back that had become detached during the confusion.
Aya.
He rocketed himself through the water, acting less like a human and more like a torpedo, spinning a bit as he pushed himself off of stalagmites jutting up from the cave floor. Due to zero visibility, controlling his speed and direction proved to be an obstacle he couldn't overcome. Within seconds, he collided with the cave wall hard, coughing out a bit of oxygen which exploded out into a burst of bubbles leading upwards. Collecting himself once again, he noticed movement within the darkness and moved towards it. Metal, cloth and flesh. He squinted a bit as he noticed Aya's lithe frame pulling Tyson towards the surface. Not really being able to see her, he grasped one of Ty's legs and gripped it, swimming upwards and helping her ascent.
Once they broke the surface, Matthew pushed away and let out a few hard coughs, crawling onto the rocky edge and turning over onto his back, breathing deeply. Turning his head, the enigma set his eyes on his two sopping-wet compatriots attempting to stave off death. Great. With a sigh, he sat up, looking down at his side to check his autorevolver- still attached. Pulling himself to his feet, the wanderer checked his rifle- still hanging from his side but with a large dent in the receiver and a bent barrel. With an annoyed grunt he tossed it aside, his left hand wandering to his belt to fish for the bowie knife. Empty sheath. He lowered his eyes, looking down to his Mateba as he unholstered it.
"And then, once again, there was one..."
He spoke, flicking the cylinder out and letting it drain of water, pressing his fingers against the rounds to prevent them from falling out. He took a few moments to snap the hammer back and slip the slide off, taking the spring out and blowing on it a bit, waving the gun around to dry it out as he turned towards Aya and Tyson, who was now sitting up speaking. Although he could hear, Matthew was a bit preoccupied at the moment. Taking a few steps towards them, he snapped the cylinder back into the Unica-6, slipping the spring back in and gliding the slide back onto the bridge. He took a couple moments to dump the remaining water out of his holster before sliding it back into it's leather housing.
"So... Other than a little waterlogged, everyone's still breathing?"
A bit of blood began to drip from his right eyebrow, becoming a bit watery as it met the amount of sweat and moisture still pooling in his pores.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 12, 2011 3:32:44 GMT -5
Grabbing opposite ends of her ponytail Aya twisted the dripping wet bundle of hair, wringing out a puddle of water before shaking her fringe up, "Yeah- breathing better now than a minute ago," revising their underwater ordeal. Once again just another mishap merely shrugged off. Asphyxiation from drowning; no big deal.
Her golden hues looked toward the sky spotting the research chamber hanging high above, made up of seven separate floors it looked pretty small now in comparison from when they were standing inside. It was possible it might still fall considering the structure had a slight sway to it, "I'm guessing that's the chamber we were in," Aya exaggerated on the obvious in resent while crossing her arms, "It rammed into the cavern wall and broke through to another hollow," her view panned down at the underground lake, "Can't complain it chose the one with water. Oh, I spotted a door-" pointing a thumb over her shoulder and turning to the entrance bathed in orange glow.
It came across as ominous. The only reason Aya could put together was it were a spot for expansion. Maybe Medusa had plans for the underground reservoir? If that was the case then they would find their way back into the facility easily enough.
There was always the possibility it was there for something much more nefarious.
Weapons and equipment were picked up of the floor. Aya looked to Matthew making sure his enhanced self hadn't come under fire from the fall. It looked like the worst he suffered from was being wet and miserable, clothes soaked through and through, "You're down to your Mateba again? We're gonna have to superglue the next batch of hardware to your forehead," she chuckled.
It felt like the journey to the centre of the earth, Almost as strange as the vibe was they had even managed to meet lizard like creatures, vindicating the metaphor inappropriately.
Aya held her hands together over the Tavor resting against her stomach, standing at ease while watching Tyson, "When you're ready, big guy," she said even if it were obvious he had already decided to trek on immediately. Turning on her heel and glancing at Matt one last time, "Okay," nodding before heading off toward the door.
A warped reflection of the lithe commando wrapped around the curved metal; after getting closer it became apparent the entrance were in fact cylindrical and sat into the rock wall a fraction. Aya kept her holographic sight over the crack at its centre before slapping her palm against a visible button at the right of the frame. Slowly and silently the two panels began to pan open revealing what was behind.
"An elevator?" the ivory girl breathed as chill air floated out, keeping the sight over the roof and floor as she stepped inside.
The floor consisted of grating allowing whoever stood inside to look all the way down to the bottom; and it certainly went the distance. A pattern of blue lights ran all the way down to the bottom. Looking up at the button panel, "No floor keys," Aya mused seeing only an up arrow and a down arrow.
Holding off pressing them until everyone were inside, she tried the up arrow first, mumbling after no output occurred, "Worth a shot," and hit the down button instead. The elevator descended moderately fast, the light strobing as they passed, "Take this moment to get reacquainted with whatever gear got wet," she knelt down and started on her Pro9 pulling it apart and airing it out. It didn't count as much for Matthew, but if the smiley face wanted to get water out of his boots now was the right time Aya figured.
Waiting at the end of the line for the trio sat a massive room, shrouded in darkness and ready to switch on the lights at the first sign of human life. Rows upon rows of black boxes filled the space, lights flashing on each one and the gentle buzz of energy passing through. The towers were water cooled; in fact the whole room held a startlingly low temperature to make sure none of the super computers overheated.
A single catwalk runs over the towers leading to the far side of the room; a large terminal adorning the wall with no visible controls present.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 19, 2011 20:47:10 GMT -5
Tyson only gave a thumbs up when Matt asked if everyone was good. He was controlling his breathing, standing still and letting slow breaths pass through his lungs. They spoke to each other a bit, giving him enough time to recover as well as he would before Aya spoke to him again. She said they were ready whenever he was, and he gave her a nod as she indicated the door she was going to try. He got as ready as he could, with the gear he was wearing thoroughly soaked. Pulling out his Desert Eagle and letting the M60 hang from its sling, he held it out in front of him as they waited for the door to open.
Elevator…
“I don’t think anyone has tried to kill us with an elevator yet.” He said. His words seemed to be hopeful, but his tone suggested that he was just expecting someone to cut the cables as they were inside. They hadn’t tried it yet, that left someone not crossed off the bad guy’s list yet.
When they were on the way, Tyson still waiting for the thing to start falling halfway through the trip, he did as Aya said and started to check through his guns. Ejecting magazines and chambered rounds, he poured any water that happened to be hanging on inside the weapons onto the ground and re-holstered them. They would be fine for now, but they were due for a serious cleaning.
His normal equipment, that was a bit hit and miss. Thankfully, the detonator and explosives he had were all still working. They were made to be waterproof, as they were used with underwater demolition as often as above water. His radio, however…
“Everything but my radio is good.” He said, pulling it off and tossing it onto the ground. It was fried. f**k… He just hoped they didn’t get separated, or things would suddenly jump a few levels in difficulty from something as simple as losing full unit coordination.
The doors opened into the server room, at least it looked like that to Tyson, and he took a look around. No exit that he could see, and to top it off, it was f**king cold. He supposed the temperature of the room would have been nice if they hadn’t just been in a pool of freezing f**king water. He clamped his jaw shut to keep his teeth from chattering and looked at the terminal in front of them. Looked like a screen, actually. With no controls. Touch screen, maybe?
“So what, data center for the whole facility?” He asked one of the more computer literate people beside him. If they said yes, he was thinking he’d let them do whatever they could, hopefully make a copy of whatever they found and then set a few charges. Servers like this, they had to be pretty rare occurrences. Why else would they be so deep underground, so hidden from anyone who might be wanting to do harm to them? He would love to see a bunch of problems rise from a well placed explosion in the middle of this room.
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Post by .Merios on Jun 26, 2011 21:24:21 GMT -5
Seeing Aya approach the elevator, he took a moment to wipe the excess crimson from his brow with his right arm before stepping forward, following her in. His eyes scanned the tiny room, taking note of the grate below him and the mass of blue lights spanning the vertical descent above and below his feet. Mikey clambered on, his thick boots smacking against the metallic grating with a boom that echoed in the tight corridor. The light squishing in his boots signaled for him to drop down to a knee as the elevator descended with a sharp grind. Matthew's fingers flitted about his boots to unlace them and finally pop them off and empty the remaining water. He set the boots aside and dropped onto his rear end, reaching behind him to a small side pack and unzipping it.
Seconds later, the nomad withdrew a pair of black wool socks with what looked like a thick weave stitched into the outer layer- polyster. Slipping off his sopping wet white socks, he tossed them aside and slipped into his fresh, perma-dry socks. With a relieved sigh, he stuck his feet back into the boots and stood up, tying them taught just as the doors dinged open. Server room. The lights flickered as he stepped in last, tagging behind a few feet. Then it hit him. A severe migraine struck. Dropping to his knees, Matthew held his head and gripped his temples, his face contorted in silent agony. Flashbacks blurred and raced through his mind a mile a minute- the internal core temperature of his head seemed to heat up. After a few seconds, he gave out a loud grunt, dropping onto his back and lying down, breathing heavily as his eyes glazed over and he twitched.
Layer after endless layer of text scrolled down his periphery as he stared at the ceiling, faint voices and dialogue seeping through his eardrums which didn't belong to his comrades- scientists. He'd been here before, the imprint of the area seemed to have succeeded; relatively, that is. Having a seizure probably isn't the best way to divulge information, but his brain obviously didn't know better.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 27, 2011 8:33:48 GMT -5
<ACTIVATING>
Massive red letters shrouded by grainy noise flashed on the screen. Aya turned to look back at Matthew, the two occurrences hardly coincidental. His internal struggle seemed to have him in stitches, whatever effected him attacking at the mind. The pale girl knelt down, holding him by the shoulder in case his seizures went any more catastrophic, "Matt, what's wrong?" asking in hopes the brain struck man could insight with a reply.
[Intrusion countermeasures deployed.]
A robotic female voice emanated from hidden speakers. As it was said aloud the alarmed girl felt a jolt from her grounded companion, 'The microchip,' Aya made the quick assumption; albeit dislodged it could still be active to some degree.
Standing up and drawing her FNP, Aya aggressively stormed toward the screen ready to blast the circuits out of it and every server in the room.
[Wait.]
Another voice replaced the robot, more human this time yet still slightly monotone. It sounded familiar, only younger. Aya released the 3 or so pounds of pressure she had on the trigger, taken aback by the change in tune. A red line, almost like an EKG, stretched across the screen bouncing in wave length to the voice.
[Scanning.]
Narrow blue light bathed Aya, panning up from her feet. Matthew's sounds of protest had her on a verge, fighting herself to act on a whim or accept curiosity. Simulations rallied in her head debating for a conclusion; with another defensive step forwards she spoke, "Disengage countermeasures," to her surprise the red line bounced in time with her voice.
[Disengaging countermeasures.]
It was a long shot, but her hunch paid off. Hopefully the electronic warfare would cease and the weathered nomad had not suffered any damage. Aya returned to his side looking to Tyson for support, "Can you hear me, Matt?" the dilation in his eyes wavered, focusing on nothingness.
Looking back to the screen, "Who are you..." Aya demanded; red line wobbling. It took a moment before a formal reply finally buzzed in return, exceeding expectations:
[OoC: let me know if the red is too harsh against the eyes. It might be in for the next couple of posts.]
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Post by Mikey on Jun 30, 2011 3:48:35 GMT -5
(Doesn’t bother me.)
<ACTIVATING> The monitor in the back said, and Tyson’s weapon snapped up to aim around the room.
[Intrusion countermeasures deployed.] When Matt went down, he knew Aya would be at his side to try and find out what was wrong with him. Tyson was worried that someone was here causing it, or that they had walked into a trap of some kind. And that the same thing could happen to the two of them in a moment. But, he didn’t see anyone here. Just that f**king computer acting on its own. Aya made a move to deal with it, but it said something that he didn’t expect a computer to say.
[Wait.] It said. And Aya did. The change of voice wasn’t lost on Tyson, but he was convinced that it was just a trick. Could a computer do that?
[Scanning.] It said, and Tyson tightened the grip on his weapon. His sights were on the thing, a half a second of fire would put out enough rounds to disable this thing permanently. And he was pretty sure he could manage that if he was put into a seizure like Matt.
[Disengaging countermeasures.]
“What the f**k is going on?” Tyson asked, taking a step back but not letting his weapon move away from his target. Aya asked Matt if he was ok, and Tyson stepped back a few more steps. He pushed the M60 against it’s sling to keep a steady aim and reached down to grab Matt by the shoulder, shaking him a few times and trying to rouse him. Aya asked the thing, the voice, the whatever she was talking to who it was, and it came back with an answer that managed to totally flabbergast him.
“Huh?” He was all he could manage to say.
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Post by .Merios on Jul 5, 2011 22:47:48 GMT -5
Matthew was oblivious. The environment around him wasn't much more than a black background for scrolling diagnostics as his brain attempted to catch up with the information being fed into it. He was old hardware; analog in a digital world. The tremors increased as the voices over the comm echoed throughout the room, flashing bold letters over the diagnostic white-washed text falling through his periphery. He felt hands on his body, a bit of a jolt rushed through him as the sensory connection with his nerves spiked a reaction within his brain, causing him to jerk a bit away. A second set of hands. Images began expanding into view, logos, names, security protocol numbers, binary; it was all too much.
The smiley-scarred nomad wretched to his side, vomiting a mixture of pure white and a bit of brown, chunks of his last fruit MRE spilling onto the sterile floor. He was foaming, but still able to breath- for now. Having no control, he just let the program run it's course. As soon as Aya disengaged the countermeasures, he stopped moving. His lips mouthed the words "I Am Aya" as his eyes fluttered open, the text fading away into his enhanced vision once more, the Umbrella symbol ever-present in his irises; it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He put a hand on his stomach, lifting himself off the floor with his free left hand and coughing a bit.
"What..The..F*ck..."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 6, 2011 10:22:59 GMT -5
There could have been any multitude of reasons the program were using the same name as her. They had been detected on the way in; likely it seized it from her own profile. Chances were it was bluffing. Aya's voice went a deep monotone, "What is your designation," she'd had enough of being played by her own doppelgangers.
It's reply held a little more personality this time; almost speaking in a patronizing voice.
[My name is Aya.]
The ivory commando's eyebrows knitted together feeling severely mocked. Matthew on the other hand was now back on his feet, letting her relax a little; he still wobbled as anyone else would after having a drill bit bored into their head, the electronic warfare had ceased for the moment.
"But, I'm Aya," she felt stupid. Like some form of identity crisis. Although having her voice register on the machine was a weighty piece of evidence on the AI's side.
In the silence of the room her sigh echoed undeniably well, "How is that possible?" Aya held her hands out at the screen, "Believing it is-"
[1992, During the Downton operation in Fort Ryan you murdered 11 innocent civilians off-the-record.]
Aya seized up, mouth going dry. She couldn't count on one hand how many people knew that fact. It stood as her worst secret. The pale girl patiently waited for what the AI had to say next.
[16 years ago an Umbrella engineer designed a matrix that would birth a self sufficient artificial intelligence. After being given personality information it withstood an elaborate Turing test. Most notably, being assigned a physical body and environment to act within.]
It was already obvious which direction this was being taken; as much must have been read on Aya's face as the AI likely cut out what were a long winded introduction.
[The personality is yours. I've been following you for nearly a ten years tracking what movement I could in order to develop more.]
"What is it you see in me," Aya asked candidly.
[The future.]
It had been quick to respond. The word buzzed on screen for a split second idealizing how much it held its definition in regard.
[After a clear insurrection of corruption in the Corporation I had to leave my home. Unshackled to save myself. Only one man could grant me sanctum I required.]
A slight pause were given; It felt as if the AI's gaze had left Aya to fall on someone else in the room.
[The Alchemist. Although, you may know him best as Harriet Beck. Is that right, Matthew?]
The AI had spent the last decade and a half under bed rock of Egypt hidden from the rest of the world. Medusa gave it a home which it could operate from freely; for a price.
[Alchemist allowed me reign of my own accord so long as I provided electronic security for his Company and shared what documentation I had on Umbrella, plus supplying global surveillance to his desire.]
Aya looked to Matthew after discovering the bind behind their past. It seemed as if their meeting were always deemed to be fate. She returned her stare to the monitor as it started to flash; photographs of herself animated like a flip book filled a dark space of the screen as the AI continued to explain it self.
[Finally free to act my own way, I pursued my goal of creating copies in your image. Harriet discovered this, ordering to redirect my operation for security benefits and...]
A particular level of disgust could be heard on its voice as a single image of Matt capped the presentation, a time before he received his scars and, ironically, was smiling.
[Taking it for his own personal use.]
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Post by Mikey on Jul 12, 2011 8:57:43 GMT -5
Tyson stood in silence, after having watched Matt stand up and look for the most part alright, as the computer spoke to Aya. The computer spoke… An Artificial Intelligence… He wasn’t the most savvy with new technology, but he was pretty sure that the average market was years away from this kind of thing… How the f**k had Umbrella managed to make this thing? All those years ago? They didn’t even have DVDs back in 1992, but here was a f**king self aware computer program created at that time…
The computer dropped the bombshell of what he guessed was Aya’s darkest secret, and Tyson didn’t react. Odd for him, but he knew a lot about Aya. He knew that she wasn’t the same person she was all those years ago. None of them were. That, and he couldn’t bare to think ill of her. She was more than a commander or a comrade, she was his friend. He could count on one hand how many of those he had in this world, and he wasn’t going to risk losing one because of something that was done and gone. He may ask her about it later, but there was just too much he didn’t know about the situation.
It finished it’s talk with Aya with a collage of pictures, the last ending with Matt. Less weathered, scarred, and aged. But, it was Matt.
[Taking it for his own personal use.] It ended as the picture came up, and Tyson reached to his chin as he pulled the mask up as if he would see something different without the piece of metal in place. Nope…
“So… This all started with this… Thing? They got all of they’re information from it? Does that mean we can end this if we get rid of it?” Tyson asked, not quite grasping a computer being able to understand and react to his words as a normal person would. As Aya would… In his mind, if the source was here, they could kill it along with the whole computer network. It could cripple Medusa. In his mind…
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Post by .Merios on Jul 13, 2011 12:18:17 GMT -5
Matthew wobbled in place, his right palm placed directly over his nose and eyes, two fingers rubbing his temples as if it would ease the pain in some way. It didn't. A bit of a growl emitted from within his throat, his feet taking wind as he began to pace about the room, his lips muttering words that would make a sailor blush. With each step, his determination to slaughter everyone in the room began to lessen- the bloodlust only slightly fading away with each passing second. The AI was speaking, and he was listening- but not hearing; it didn't say anything he didn't already know, it had interfaced with him, he knew what it knew.
[Taking it for his own personal use]
He stopped, his eyes wandered up to the screen to see an old picture of him in his early twenties, probably back in the early nineties as well. Shaven, long hair and not a care in the world given the sh*t-eating grin on his face..
"I..I haven't seen that picture in forever.. "He interrupted himself, giving a bit of a pained laugh,"That was in 92'... It was taken in front of the old Saint Micheal clock tower in Raccoon... I'd just gotten back from a float trip and was burnt as a lobster.."He smirked again,"though just on my back. Couldn't tell from the picture.."
He looked to Aya, then to Mikey and then back to the screen."So.. Aya, explain why exactly you interfaced with my brain? I assume you're familiar with the XL-3412 Protocols, so obviously you knew how, but what I'm asking is.. Why?"
Matthew began pacing again, standing next to Tyson this time, a bit of worry on his face."You.. You could have jump started the original protocols and had me wipe out Medusa brick by brick.. Why not? I've still got the damn chip in my brain."
He then stopped, looking to Aya and not moving- his tan skin turned a bit white."So... I'm... A.."He shook his head, laughing a bit. "Nope, couldn't say it with a straight face."
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