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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 18, 2008 20:13:48 GMT -5
Quite numerous in France, mainly as a way to get across the country. The tracks are still in good shape, but they are littered with undead. But, that shouldn’t stop a 20 ton osmotic, should it?
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Post by KR0R1C on Nov 15, 2011 19:38:50 GMT -5
Bordeaux, France National Bullet Train Station 1500 hours
In a city such as Bordeaux where everything seems to cling to the Victorian styles of Old Europe the newer Bullet Train Station stuck out like a sore thumb. Its cold white tile walls and glossy concrete floor where a major contrast from the warm stone, and brick that made up most of the city. It had long ago served its purpose as an evacuation route for survivors during the beginning of the outbreak. Trash littered the halls and dirtied up the usually sparkling building. It had also been ransacked during the civil war that took place all across France. This left signs of struggle and small areas where people had obviously called home for a short amount of time. On the train platform a white metal canopy waved high overhead open to the world on either end for trains to freely commute. Sadly this also meant the place was open to wandering zombies.
A thin brunette woman with short hair quickly yet quietly made her way through the building. The lack of sound from her worn black combat boots against the concrete, didn’t match the almost confident stride the woman moved with. She carried a pistol loosely in her left hand, and kept her head held high. She soon found herself on the platforms for the trains and began scanning the area. Looked clear, doesn’t mean it always is. Three trains awaited passengers, and she made her way to the first. Finding her way into the cockpit was simple enough, however once there she couldn't get any of the controls to respond. She followed the same pattern for the next two trains as well. He conclusion? This station had been shut down and the systems weren't powered on. She'd need to find the power control room if she planned to travel via Bullet Train.
Thoroughly frustrated Sam stepped out of the furthest train from where she entered the platform. Using her free hand she pulled a few stray hairs away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. ”Just my luck.” she said aloud. A quick scan of the area assured herself that she still had nothing to immediately worry about. She began walking back to the station and headed back the way she came. Finding the control station wasnt much of a problem for the witch. Simple enough. I'll just follow the directions. she thought. The first door she opened had a large "employee's only" sign on it. A few doors later, "Jackpot" she stepped into the computer filled power station. She fiddled with controls and finally managed to get some power going to the platform. Fluorescent bulbs flickered to life, and an automated french voice began playing over the speakers. This may have drawn in a few nearby walkers but it wasnt the main cause of concern.
Somewhere behind the facility a set of generators kicked on to begin charging up the trains. They were loud. She knew there was no way around it. So she decided to go get a train ready so that as soon as it was charged she could take off. In just a few moments she was back on the platform and heading for the second train; the nicer of the three she'd previously checked. Once sure the machine was clear of any unwanted bodies, and trash she closed up the doors and settled into the cockpit, kicking her feet up on the dash and crossing them at the ankles. She knew zombies would be attracted to all the noise now filling the station but she felt secure that most of them would wonder right by her and toward the sound of the generators if all went well. All she needed to do now was wait for the batteries to charge.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2011 10:02:39 GMT -5
Episode 3 Part 1| catch that train! Eyes tearing open after being woken by the rolling thunder. It would have to be coincidence the moment she chose to finally sleep would be the same instance something happened, pulling her chocolate hair away from her face and bolting up to a sitting position. Matte black leather flapped in the air as Aya pulled her jacket on, grabbing the knapsack she used for a pillow and hanging it over her shoulder. Her spot she found, the bottom of a blocked derelict stairwell from the old station, had only dim afternoon light flowing in through dusted wndows. A blue colour pallet painted vintage wall paper and rotten oak wood; the dust that cascaded from above giving it a sense of fallout. Clinging her sleeve Aya wiped a small area of one window to see outside, surprised to see a clear platform after expecting it to be occupied by numerous vehicles. Her mind buzzed at why the trains were powering up, scampering the rest of the staircase heading toward the top of the tower. Whispering to herself helped to calm the agitation, "Who's powering the frigging loco's!" seething that her prediction had been far out of picture. Crashing through an iron door brought the ivory girl back into the 21st century, continuing up a proper cement staircase. The watchtower was only a few dozen feet of the ground in comparison to the height of the main building. Albeit it being daytime the automatic lights of the centre locomotive could be seen glowing; still no vehicles in sight, "Did they come in by foot?" she queried while her golden iris squeezed tight inceasing her optical sight in hopes of spotting a lead. Little made sense. A private army was meant to be in the yard, there were cargo on board one of the bullets waiting for them; the plan being to hitch a ride and find out where they were taking it before finding out what it was. Gleaning in her eye, shine from a windscreen reflected catching the girl's attention. Riding down the hill were the convoy Aya had been waiting for, "Poor, poor timing," they would reach the station before the train had completely booted, chaos would likely ensue. The slender woman cracked open a window slipping out onto European tile, taking to the rooftops. Quickly vehicles surrounded the station, well aware someone were using their trains; from the reaction upon entrance it was clear the centre locomotive were the one they owned. It had already begun to roll forwards when the call went out to stop it at all costs. A flatbed truck barged through one of the Western gates further ahead, an armed man standing snug in the back holding up an RPG-7 aimed ahead of the locomotive planning to spear the nose with the propelled grenade. Squeezing one eye shut while beginning to lower his breathing, the front of the train would be annihilated impeding the vehicles movement. He lurched as something hard slammed into his back spraying maroon onto the roof of the cab. Aya pulled her hand free of his stomach while pushing the rear end of the RPG causing his aim to faulter in a completely different direction. Pain caused his hand to squeeze on the trigger, launching the rocket into another truck further down the track. Aya violently shoved the deceased out of the bed while drawing her FNP-9, suppressed. As the driver turned to bark at the incompetent rocketeer a shallow resounding THACK met the air, coating the inside of the windshield with glossy red. Her killer persona gave amnesty to the dead before parkouring over the cab and hitting the road. Already dramatically picking up in acceleration, the locomotive gave Aya a workout forcing the sprinting girl to go above and beyond the call of duty in her strides. Switching focus to an approaching motorcycle; the rider pulled up beside the running girl, seemingly dismissing the fact she were keeping up to speed with him, and awkwardly pointing an MP-7 in Aya's direction. She curved in the rider's direction keeping her head out of the way of the PDW, clamping her right hand down on the throttle and pushing the muzzle of her FNP9 under his chin. The helmet must have stopped the bullet because there were no exit wound. The rider's suddenly limp body ragdolled off the bike allowing Aya to hop on, correcting speed wobbles which had infected the motorcycle. Being backed by so many cc's meant Aya could catch up with the bullet train before it truly met its speed. Putting both feet on the right foot peg, holding onto the body of the bike with her left arm, Aya rode Indian style up to the rear end of the train finding a neutral speed sweet spot. After quick judgement of wind friction, how much farther the train would move before Aya actually hit it, she leaped. Arms out wide and clinging onto the side, grabbing a hold of whatever possible. Tearing a panel off near the entrance revealed an emergency release, popping the door open. It were only ever meant to be used when the train were not in motion, the entire car shook from disrupted pressure; Aya had to pull the door closed by force to have things return to normal. Once everything settled, and the buzzing girl pulled her fringe out of her face, it was time to finding out what was so important to the men back at the station, and moreso for whoever was comandeering the bullet.
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Post by KR0R1C on Nov 23, 2011 23:03:40 GMT -5
Sam was fairly relaxed as the train charged. To her surprise no zombies made their way into the station before the tram began its journey. However she did find company in a team of PMC automobiles barreling down on her location. One prepped an RPG and as she raiser herself to dive away from the soon-to-be scrap metal someone spared her. Had the witch's heightened senses not caught a glimpse of motion she would have believed her savior simply appeared from thin air. The woman moved fast and hard, however her experience made it look like she'd practiced the acrobatics several times over.
Sam took note as the woman ran nearer to the train. She must have been attempting to board. Diving back at the controls she lowered the power levels to slow the trains increasing speed. It wasnt much but perhaps she would offer her new friend a chance to enter. A few short moments later and the train car trembled with turbulence. Sam corrected the power levels and the locomotive quickly gathered speed leaving Bordeaux further down the tracks.
The ebony haired girl took grasp of her Raffica out of instinct and opened the cabin door to enter the passenger section of the train. She passed through the first car and into the second where she found her new passenger. The woman was slender, very athletic looking, with brunette hair. She was well equipped and judging from her performance outside she could definitely handle herself. Something about her felt familiar to Sam. She couldn't quite put her finger on the feeling of deja vu she was having. She brushed it aside for the moment and spoke.
"Thanks for the assistance out there," she tilted her head toward the side. "I'd have been pretty useless from in here. Name's Sam." She ended hoping her savior turned out to be friendly.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 24, 2011 0:24:46 GMT -5
Three white dots lined up horizontally, the middle most of the trio hovered over the pale woman's chest. Aya pressed four pounds of pressure onto the trigger of her sidearm; it took five to cause the weapon to fire. As quickly as the FNP was raised, however, it lowered. The stranger was much too easy with an armed person in front of her, with her introduction Aya quickly concluded any degree of hostility did not exist, and the glow in her golden eyes subsided.
Being honest, the vixen were somewhat startled by such an opulent girl's appearance. It had been a long time since Aya had seen beautiful. Most like the reason to why she averted the muzzle of her firearm faster than usual, yet it would no keep her from acting a little sour. After almost a 70 hour steakout just to have everything go awry she did not plan on blaming herself,
"I take it you aren't with them, then," her ponytail bounced as Aya pushed past Sam, refraining from extending a gloved hand, or even being formal for that matter. Making a quick observation out a window as she moved down the carriage; another train track ran parallel with the rail they currently rode on, "They will use the other trains to catch up with us," her amber hues waved back over the dark haired girl, "You picked the wrong train to jack. What made you choose this out of the three at the station?"
Aya was keen to get to the train operator's cabin in hopes of finding a clue for a plotted course or where the train were supposedly heading. It was her only lead now that the people she were ghosting had been ditched back at the depot; although if the girl knew anything about the exchange it was something worth pursuing.
"Do you know that paramilitary group?" Aya took a short step toward Sam, holding her belt by her thumbs and letting a finger rest on her holstered Browning.
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Post by KR0R1C on Nov 24, 2011 1:24:55 GMT -5
As the stranger brushed past her Sam let her jaw slack and her eyes widen a bit out of surprise for the lack of returned pleasantries. A little dramatic but when the world around you is dead she felt the need to act a bit more alive. She turned slightly now not wishing to lend her back to this unknown person. Taking in her appearance once more and listening to her voice the feeling of deja vu bubbled just under the witch's calm demeanor. Forcing the feeling down once again she responded.
"Im not with them, dont even know who they were. I assume your not with them either. And I chose this one because it had the least amount of crap filling it and seemed the nicer of the three." She honestly hadn't thought about them attempting to use the others. "If this belonged to them then I had no clue. I was just kinda passing through and looking for the fastest way across the country." She paused to look out the window as the scenery passed by in a blur. "Figured that since these things criss-cross the country itd be pretty smooth travelling once I got moving. I guess our new friends will try to prove me wrong, eh?"
Sam then returned the favor by walking past the brunette and toward the cabin. She remained wary since she still wasn't sure of the woman's motives, her senses stayed tuned to the point that she was counting the near silent breathes even under the noise of the rumbling train. The witch made another attempt, "This thing is set to take us up south of Paris and on to Luxembourg. You going the same way?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 24, 2011 2:45:18 GMT -5
Luxembourg, Aya replayed the name in her mind, "Mmm," she made an acknowledging noise, "Wherever this train is headed is where I'm going," the ivory girl leaned against a passenger seat, resting her hands on her legs. A fortnight of tailing to have it all screwed up, "You said you searched through the train?" she asked Sam, only making the assumption after she had explained the better state of the locomotive, "There should be some large cargo stored in one of the cars, or something out of place. Did you spot anything?" Aya had not expected the transported goods to be small, definitely not small enough to go unnoticed. She was yet to give the train a thorough look herself.
"I've been tailing this mob for a while," Aya started, getting into some brief details for the sake of saving confusion or questions, "A new group which had made its foundings maybe a month or two ago in Saudi Arabia. After some digging it became clear their net spread much farther than The Kingdom. I left a wire open for any information. As far as I can tell they're dealing in something lethal."
Leathery sounds came from her gloves as Aya pulled at each finger to take the pair off, "What it is, or what plans they have for it I don't know," keeping herself from looking Sam in the eye, "Since you're on the train I'd profit they've marked you as a liability," she made a light snicker, "Same as myself, now. You might be able to avoid the attention if you hop off now. Just letting you know things will only get worse if you keep riding."
"Name's Aya, by the way," the femme introduced herself finally.
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Post by KR0R1C on Nov 29, 2011 23:31:02 GMT -5
Aya, it was a pretty name that certainly matched the looks of the woman. She hadn't known about this group she spoke of, and she wasn't about to let them get in her way. As for the cargo there had been some drab olive cargo containers toward the aft of the train but she hadn't given it a single thought that it may contain weapons or something lethal. She simply assumed they were there to hold onto passenger luggage during longer hauls. She adjusted the black web belt that was the center piece to her combat harness. Above two straps went up and over her shoulders with latched pockets for spare clips and below hung her Rafficas from drop leg holsters. Her momentary fiddling offered her enough time to roll over everything she'd just heard in her mind.
"I'm not particular to letting people push me off my course so those Saudis are just gunna have to be a little upset for now." The slightest of smirks peeked from her right cheek. "As for this cargo your looking for dear. I do recall passing some containers in the back." A slight hint of her old southern America slang accented her speech. "Shall we go have a look-see?" She wrapped up her last sentence a bit playfully before giving the controls a quick second look and leaving the cockpit once again.
She marched through vacuum sealed breezeways as she journeyed back through four trolleys leading the way toward the containers she had noticed, yet ignored earlier. They now peaked her interest ever so slightly. The thought of wrapping her fingers around a few more weapons sat nicely in the front of her mind. Although in the back of it she couldn't help but wonder what line of work her new friend was in.
"So Aya, what brings you to France? And what has got you tracking men from Saudi Arabia?" The question allowed just enough time before they entered the final tram. This one contained medium to large sized hard plastic containers sealed with metal latches. And with no exterior signs or markings the insides would remain a mystery until someone decided to open one. "Merry Christmas! Which of your presents do you wanna open first?" She questioned with a cute grin.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 30, 2011 23:54:46 GMT -5
Following Samantha through the train turned into a highlight for the day; Aya staved off a nose bleed while watching the hip sway on the dark haired girl in front of her, wishing the locomotive were one carraige longer after reaching the olive drab containers inside a cargo block.
Space inside the bullet train were far beyond a premium. Although it would have cost an arm and a leg to get a ticket onboard, there was plenty of room for people to occupy; and cargo to occupy as well. Aya had paused just after passing through the join in train cars, a tickle in her ear dragging her attention to the wall left of the entrance. One narrow ladder lead up to a hatch, presumably the second floor storage.
The ivory girl removed her rifle resting it on a nearby bench before climbing up. Applying some force to the lever unlocked the hatch, automatically it raised itself up. As suspected the storage space was occupied by many more containers, "Another haul up here," Aya groaned after the statement, dropping back down.
Elastic from cargo webbing snapped back after fast hands unhooked each latch. A lurch in the train's movement suggested it were rounding a curve, Aya putting her hands up to the crate in response in case it decided to tip. Once gravity leveled itself out she proceeded to crack open the box, grabbing a gutsy drill from a nearby tool kit and removing each screw.
From stories told by locals during her time tailing the group Aya already had her own theories as to what were inside the crates. It annoyed her rather than stirring up anger or fear. The two women observed the weapons sitting snug in their dark grey, foam seating, "Great," Aya mumbled with absolute resent. Each firearm had a typical AR-15 receiver while the stock had been professionally tailored to deal with heavy recoil of a .50BMG variety.
What stood out the most were the muzzle, or lack there of, replaced with a disc instead. It looked different from the other designs she had come across, "Damnit!" Aya slammed her hand on the crate, "Don't touch it," she growled with malice while holding her hand in front of Sam, "Don't test it, don't even think about it. You'll tear the train in half."
Aya had been reluctant to explain why she were chasing Saudis without knowing what would be in the crates, "They're weapon smugglers carting around a new design. With no questions asked they probably assume it's standard ballistics and conventional firepower. They're working in lieu with a private military corporation known as Medusa, although their ties are a little thin. It's who they're getting the weapons to that I want to know," she closed the lid of the crate, sealing away the weapons once more.
One of several dozen crates down. Aya was more interested in finding out the contents of one of the larger boxes, "I doubt their headquarters are in France. They've been moving all throughout Europe and Asia wiping clean their tracks," she started on pulling away another mesh of webbing, "Figured I could track them all the way back to their source. Guess that won't happen now," exaggerating her voice to clearly sound aggrevated, "Cutting loose this shipment will have to do."
The larger of the crates had a small door on it held shut with a padlock. Taking the blunt end of a hammer, Aya smacked it off after half a dozen hits, "Can't remember the last time I came here for a holiday," yanking the destroyed lock off and opening the door.
It were like a miniature walk in armory. Setting foot under the blue fluorescent light, Aya's teeth clenched while looking at the large, hulking weapons lined up neatly in their racks. Picking one up made her appear small in comparison. It was far more meticulously designed than the rifles, made for use over shoulder. Her worried mind could not even imagine the damage output.
Placing the weapon back on its rack, "Keep opening crates. Let me know if you find anything different from what we've already seen," Aya asked of Sam.
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 6, 2011 9:24:39 GMT -5
Sam began searching through the other crates, she kept finding weapons similar to the modded M-16 in the first case. Each having a disc shapped thing where the barrel would be. The witch wrestled with her curiosity to see what the weapons were actually capable of, especially after seeing Aya's near shock and disgust. She had listened to her new associates explanation of the Saudi gun trafficers, and the group called 'Medusa'. She began to feel a bit bad about ruining the slender woman's stake out.
She began speaking while still searching crates. "I was heading up into Russia myself. A contact of mine was telling me about a strong hold up north and needed some help running operations. But I could make a detour and help you out with these Medusa folk." She paused to turn and see Aya's response. "It never hurts to have someone watching your back."
The witch's mind suddenly showed her a picture of a sunken garden. Odd flowers peppered the soil seeming to feed off everything around them. A sweet smell lingered in the air because of the flowers, but if you focused on it too much you'd find an odor of decay hidden within. Sam had been in this garden before, long ago and she found it odd the memory would suddenly resurface. As she looked at Aya she instantly compared her to that flower and she couldnt understand why. She was about to prod the woman for answers, but the train shuddered just as it had when Aya entered it before.
Black hair slung as Sam's head spun the the doorway they had entered, her right hand instinctivly found its way to the grip of her pistol. She slipped up to the right of the threshold and peeked through the port-hole. Her dark eyes focused through the door she stood at, and the one on the other side of carriage. Two men dressed in obviously hand-me-down military garb were searching the train. She hand signed to Aya holding up two fingers and pointing through the door.
Sam peeked once more to catch the men moving into the next carriage over. She snapped back out of view and pressed her back flat against the wall. Instead of going for her firearm she opted to use her combat knife. She pulled the shadow black ka-bar from its hard sheathe on her calf. She gripped it in reverse position and held it tight near her chest. Staying low and tight to the wall she waited for the men to enter. They would obviously be coming to check on their precious cargo. A moment later the door slid open.
The witch allowed the first man to pass, he didn't see her focusing instead on the containers. That one would be trusted to Aya. The second guy didn't make it so far. Sam's slender, leather glove covered left hand appeared on top of the man's levelled firearm. She instantly shoved it down toward the ground and with her right hand inserted her blade between the 4th and 5th ribs. The blade went up and into the left ventricle of the heart, then with a twist it severed the Aorta and the Superior Vea Cava. With blood flow stopped the man would die within a few moments. She caught the man's weapon before it hit the ground, and let the now limp body fall onto her shoulder. The witch laid him on the floor before extracting her blade from his chest and wiping the thick dark blood on his clothes.
Poor fool never stood a chance. She thought almost feeling sorry for how easy the target was to take down. Now she needed to move up the train and figure out how they boarded. Id didnt take her long to figure out as soon as she moved into the next car. On the right side of the train a few cars up was another bullet train, except all but one of its passenger cars had been left behind. "Aya! We've got company!"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 7, 2011 14:40:15 GMT -5
"It never hurts to have someone watching your back." As Samantha said this a shattered image made its way into Aya's mind's eye; bleached white hair covered the face of a young woman clutching a bloodstained body in the pouring rain. The jolt of the bullet train quickly dragged her from a bad memory. Her sense of touch told her what she already knew well; Aya pressed her right shoulder against a container, peeking around the side while watching Sam take her spot near the entrance to the train car. Her shadow raised two fingers; two men were heading in their direction. Immediately she could tell they were amateurs. Aya could smell them from where they stood, their bad habits; nothing more than simple minded rent-a-mercs. Samantha let the first pass leaving him for the predator further up the car. Aya waited for Sam to make her move using it as a distraction, her target turned ever so slightly after hearing an unusual shuffle to check on his partner. A hand clamped onto his throat shutting the merc's wind pipe, balaclava dragged down further, blinding him. The pistol grip of his rifle slipped away before pressure could be felt against his neck, breaking under intense duress. Aya discarded his body inside one of the larger containers, slamming the door shut. "Aya! We've got company!" Climbing over weapon boxes to get at a window, a second train could be seen visible outside fast pulling up beside the weapon hauler, "Make sure they do not get on this train," Aya sternly ordered while heading back for the hatch leading to the second floor. Being a cargo car, the top level had its contents loaded in via large sliding doors on either side. The compartment below would be accessible by a floor panel large enough to lower the crates through; it made for effective use of space while neutralizing weak points in structure. Aya's open palm slapped a button for the west sliding door. Pressure in the compartment began its path to instability as the cold outside air pumped throughout the top level. Aya faught to move around, hanging onto one of the large crates. Pushing her shoulder blades into the giant box caused it to move slightly in the direction of the exit, all scraping sounds were muffled by the rushing air. Their train would lose speed from the turbulence, however what happened next would severely even the speed of their competition. The olive drab box finally tipped out the side hitting the nose of the other train before even reaching the ground. It rolled up over the nose and across the roof taking out a couple of lackys in the process. Malfunctions forced the train to slow down and discern any mechanical problems leaving a gap between Aya, Sam, and a locomotive full of p*ssed off Saudi's. Further down the train a squad of armed men clambered across the roof, jumping ship long before the improvised obstacle on the track. A couple crawled while the others moved along with a severely lowered posture, blocking their faces from windage and holding on to anything that could support them. Dragging a thick cylindrical object from her belt Aya twisted the suppressor onto her FNP-9. Going outside, it were unlikely she would be heard; however with twilight kicking in and the damage to visual perception it brought, reducing muzzle flash would be invaluable. Pulling her scarf from her waist and wrapping it around her neck, covering her nose, Aya hit the button for the sliding door again climbing out onto the side of the train before it shut completely.
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 10, 2011 12:54:03 GMT -5
Hollow thuds could be heard inside the locomotive as people boarded the roof. Turbulence then rocked the entire cargo tram multiple times causing some of the shipment to fall from its stacked positions. Sam dashed back toward the bodies she and Aya had disposed of and over containers to get a look at what was happening. She saw their pursuing train slowing because of the debris being caught up in front of it. She's pretty damn efficient, though the witch as she made her way to the caboose.
Sliding open the automated door revealed her to a small platform on the very aft of the bullet train. Their pursuer was still near enough for Sam to see the drivers without using her improved vision. The witch unstrapped her Beowulf and took aim at the cabin. The operators nearly ignored her thinking that the slanted, bullet resistant glass would keep them safe from a small M-16. They didn't know her rifle was not of the normal design. She exhaled and momentarily became a statue against the rushing winds. Her trigger finger rapidly flexed three shots, as her other arm compensated for recoil and aim. The first 50 caliber round caused the glass to crack and splinter all around, as the second one impacted it passed right through and popped the right operators skull like a watermelon. As the second man attempted to react the same fate fell upon him.
Hoping that would keep them off their tail for a bit longer Sam returned her Beowulf to its slung position and ascended the rear of the train to get a view of the roof. As her head crested the top strong winds whipped her short dark hair all around her face. Squinting she could see a squad of mercs travelling toward the front of the train. The only thing missing against the darkened sunset view was Aya. Where'd she take off to? Sam was sure she had been trying to get to the roof the last time she saw her. The only explanation was that she was possibly laying in wait for them. And if she was, Sam was going to give her the opportunity to make her move.
Using the roof to rest her Raffica against the the rushing wind the witch pulled the trigger and sent three bullets into the leading merc's back. As his body went limp the winds pulled him off the roof and he went crashing to the rails below. His team all turned in response as Sam ducked just in time to avoid the random gun fire. There you go girl do your thing. The remaining merc's now had their backs turned and were firing on Sam's previous position.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 10, 2011 13:52:44 GMT -5
Everything blurred together while hanging onto the edge of a bullet train. The edges of everything blended in making it difficult to observe one's surroundings. However, nothing could mask the volume of blood.
Aya's iris flickered as their reflective cornea switched lenses; the cold landscape turning red, and the bodies of the mercs ahead of her highlighted in white. Waves rippled outward from them insinuating an alarmed heartbeat, rapidly increasing once one of their men yelled in pain, turning to see what the quarrel was with their fallen comrade.
She could not see what had caused the distraction, all the determined girl could think of was that their backs had turned on her.
Pushing off of her stomach, Aya capitalized on the windage of the bullet train boosting her speed down the cars. It were as close as she would ever be to flying, lifting her feet from the ice cold steel roof and caving them into the back of her first target. He tipped forwards, rib cage shattering into oblivion as hundreds of bone shards pierced every vital organ in reach.
With such absurd amount of momentum the airborne killer did not cease movement, launching off her first target and spear tackling the second. They both skidded across steel, bowling over the last target.
Aya removed a knife from her victim's boot gutting it into his stomach before rolling over to aim her FNP9 at the third man, a 9x19mm visiting his crown; the blood vapor carrying on the wind. She locked her hand around the ankle of the pig stuck merc lying beside her. Standing up, and with a heave, Aya tossed the bleeding paper weight off the train, into European wilderness.
Adjusting her scarf. The first man Aya tackled had drifted off the roof; it were only Sam and herself once more. After looking toward the rear end of the train such a thought of relaxing diminished when thermal waves could be seen drifting into the air. Someone was hiding near the doorway.
Entering a weaver stance and taking strides towards the edge, Aya prepared to gun down another hostile body. However just before anyone entered her field of view a familiar smell met her olfactory. She had not noticed it before due to it being carried away in the wind. Holstering her sidearm and peeking her head over the edge, Sam could be seen, "Y'know fer your own safety you should really let me know where you are before I accidentally shoot you."
Aya hung her legs over the edge and dropped down, grabbing hold of the railing to stop from falling straight off the back. The pursuing bullet train was no longer in sight; she checked around the side just in case it were further ahead, no cigar. Asuming Samantha had something to do with that, considering the caliber her weapon was chambered in, and that she were likely to thank for the diversion, Aya patted her on the shoulder, "Good work," punching the door release to step inside, "That should've purchased some time for me to decide on what's next."
Flailing chocolate hair quit its erratic behavior from the wind once the collected female stepped through the threshold. The Saudi's would need to try harder than that; after the damage she and Sam had generated, it was likely they would bring a more concentrated fight next time.
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 13, 2011 13:28:46 GMT -5
"Y'know fer your own safety you should really let me know where you are before I accidentally shoot you." Sam simply smiled back at Aya in response. When Aya slipped down and checked her surrounding she patted Sam's shoulder. Good work. That should've purchased some time for me to decide on what's next." They both entered the train. Sam shook her head to regain some form of control over her hair before pushing the right side back over her ear. "So before they come after us again. What's up with these weapons? Ive never seen anything like them." She knelt and raised one of the firearms that closely resembled the M-16 variety she had seen earlier, collecting it from a tumbled over container.
Careful not to get anywhere near the trigger due to Aya's previous warning, she continued to inspect it's design. She thought she caught a faint smell of electricity burn around the tool. Her deductive senses kicked in as she evaluated the additions and modifications to the AR base. An ambidextrious slide guard sat where a normal hand grip would be. Most holes and exits had been removed from the stamped metal. And a strange tank like attachment took the place of the magazine.
Her final guess. ”Is this some sort of energy weapon?” People around the world had been working on ways to harness such power for ages now. But the witch had yet to see any weaponized form of energy weapon. Especially one small enough to be used by infantry. Her dark eyes found Aya hoping for answers.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 13, 2011 13:50:31 GMT -5
The moment Sam looked to Aya was when the ivory girl skipped forwards and snatched the weapon from the naive child's hands, "It's, ah, a little more complicated than that," Aya responded with an awkward smirk and creased brow, unscrewing the cylinder from the firearm, "No, it's-" cutting short into a sigh, catch the cylinder a couple of times before subtly nodding, "Yeah. They're energy weapons. They aren't elecrically charged, though," Aya carefully rested the unit against the wall, "Think of it more as Kinetic energy. A magnetic discharge fires off mass, tearing through whatever is in its path."
Aya had begun walking down the car idly looking over the crates; pausing, then walking back; the thought of such unshackled destruction sitting around her clouded the agitated girl's mind, "And none of it is safe on this train! Any of it could be poorly manufactured and overload. From the large firepower it'd probably vaporise the train and leave a crater in the earth," Aya put a hand to her head. She was obviously emotional about it, for a reason she would keep to herself. Never before were she such a pessimist until said reason came to exist.
She sat down, "I gotta find out where this train was headed. Gotta-gotta find out," the distressed girl spoke hushed through the hand her head rested on, "Maybe when the third train catches up. Or something. I'll have to interrogate one of'em."
Suddenly the entire locomotive lurched, enough so to make it feel like they were about to roll. Aya felt gravity pull her to one side, unable to see out the window until the car had finally rested into a normal state. Looking around hoping to see what the commotion were; there was no way the mercs had done that, "What on earth just happened?" Aya looked at Sam, getting to her feet and heading toward the control cabin.
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