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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on May 28, 2012 21:50:20 GMT -5
What came before Mr. Hammond Marlboro was a unit of classified information neatly delivered for his viewing pleasure. What followed after said information showing up on the monitor from Mr. Marlboro was a light snicker. Various ammounts of collected data swarmed in a Window format, box after box after box. All of this data ranged from Early Umbrella to the Medium of Tricell to the Day it was Today. Each piece of information seemed to show statistics based on the loose cannon that had just fell so violently right into his clutches. Diagrams showed various data in regards to combat statistics from the past as well as minor and major affiliations. Umbrella. That was a name that seemed to not so surprisingly stand out from the rest. Seeing as eyes and ears tend to record data unbeknownst to the subject, the very information that Marlboro was browsing throught was in regards to “Monitoring Project: Children of the Sun.” The words seemed to etch out the dangers of the ‘Woman’, if that was even what she was anymore. Basically explaining the violent episodes permitting her to go into a feral rage. Marlboro rubbed his chin while staring at the screen full of information as he listened to The Good Doctor speak at first and then soon took his eyes away from the monitor to focus of the task at hand.
“ She will cut through anything or any defense that we throw at her like a knife through warm butter, and Legion will most likely attempt to do the same” Mr. Marlboro did not seem all that much surprised as he spoke to The Good Doctor while overlooking the progression of the mans work, “ A lesson that I have learned, a lesson that has set me aside from my competitors is this. Never use the card your opponent expects you to as your trump card. As reckless as she may appear, she is in fact more intelligent than most. We should not underestimate her, therefore… once she finishes her little killing rampage up there with what is already set in place, she will in fact make her way down here. If she does not kill off our other guests, they will most likely follow her shortly.”
Mr. Marlboro was not the type of man to not have a plan. Even his failures had back up plans that slowly revolved around them. Plans were even set to be carried out should anything ever fall out of his grasp or his life be lost in the process. Hundreds of outcomes could hover around one or two topics alone, but each one of those outcomes were directly issued from the mouth of Hammond Marlboro himself. One such outcome of this situation was simple enough that it did not take much thought to comprehend. The simplicity merely introduced the stand-off that could either make or break the moral values of a ‘Anti-Hero’ such as Aya. Mr. Marlboro had no problems with sacrificing the lives of the few for the long standing longevity of the many. Even if it meant sacrificing himself in the process and leaving his work to a processor. There were not many that could follow in those same footsteps with the same shoes he wore.
“ Under no circumstances do you introduce yourself by your own name, remain Anonymous,” Mr. Marlboro showed no remorse in the order that was soon spit. His eyes glared mildly for a second before a smirk came over his face, “ I would in fact love to see what all of these lovelies are capable of. But when the cards are finally placed on the table, it will take a little more than brute force to make a appropriate stand.”
Mr. Marlboro seemingly left the ball in the court of The Good Doctor as far as his specimen went. He turned to the monitor to examine the toys that were placed in terms of human meat shields. None of that would matter in moments, because even if they could absorb long standing amounts of ammunition, they would soon fall to overwhelming might that surpassed their own. This was of course in regards to the mutated security officers above. But, it was not in regards to the another meat shields that would soon flood the halls and provide much more cover than before. Seeing as the wonderful thing about a outbreak that revolved around numerous hosts being infected was that rounding them up with proper procedure was not all that difficult. Mr. Marlboro knew this little trick was merely a distraction as well. Everything but the kitchen sink? Not hardly.
The main floor was layered with dummy walls that provided cages to a numerous amount of undead humans that were fortunate enough to be captured and strapped into a makeshift harness. The harness was merely in place so that the syringe placed behind it could easily plunge through the rotting flesh of the beasts and administer a dose of a clever mutagen. Each syringe was filled half full and fitted with a mechanical feature for both extraction and injection of the contaminated blood along with administering the mutagen with a bit of red substance layered at the start. This red substance was mostly used for the proper administration of the mutagen and nothing more. Yet another tiny little project set into place should push come to shove and Mr. Marlboro could never really think of a outing where his enemies did not take a swipe at him. This little ’game’ was merely a test to see what all the fuss was about, to see what four years of killing, pillaging, and seizing assets had achieved. Who better to test this mutagen out on that the “Siren of Sectors.” Dreams really do come true.
Hammond Marlboro recounted the effective nature of this mutagen, thus reading the mild footnote left for personal use.
Ascension [Prototype A]- Ascension is the Codename for a renegade compound that was derived from the Previous Multi-Tiered Feeder Project. Using the gene mapping material gathered from vigorous research into the T-Virus, a single mutagen was adapted that could prove effective ninety percent of the time as far as infection rates apply. This mutagen is capable of adaptation within multiple hosts that carry the sets and offsets of the Progenitor Virus. When Ascension comes into play with any and all forms of Progenitor, it will begin attacking the Cells and rapidly duplicate the count by tenfold. This allows Ascension to work at a higher pace, thus allowing the Subject to also undergo massive changes in basic motor skills such as running and feeding. This has a major drawback to it considering that the Ascension strain tends to burn through the subjects body extremely quick in comparison to the effects of the T-Virus or G-Virus. Ascension is Airborne [Direct Contact within four minutes of Mist Release] as well as Fluid Contact. Ascension seems to fall under severe spontaneous hydrolysis, thus the mutations it will undergo can be quite surprising.
Basic Infected of the T-Virus that fall into mingling with Ascension seemed to undergo the same rapid transition that a Crimson Head undergo, increase strength and agility usually follow to overwhelming power that begins as the candle in lit. Seeing as the T-Virus is in it’s most impure state at this time, Ascension tends to quickly mutate the Infected from stage to stage before ultimately becoming unbalanced, thus turning the Infected into a decrepit puddle or unbalance matter. Infected have been known to completely melt into a grey goo or possibly become a mushy substance and slowly drip like candle wax before hardening.
B.O.W.s are the most surprising forms of the T-Viral Infected in terms of Ascension. A BOW usually is either immune to the Ascension Strain unless intentionally infected with “Red Velvet” [ A mutagen in itself that rapidly progresses the infection rate. “Red Velvet” requires INJECTION and cannot be passed on by any other method.], or otherwise permitted a Feral Rage that deprograms the beast and treats the Compound as a EXTREME Narcotic.
Once everything would be set into place, his little side project would be ready to rock and roll. For now, he merely switched on the intercom to provide a bit of antagonizing to the would-be assassins, his voice would be able to be heard within the complex and outside of it. A sort of ‘regal’ appeal was to be held as each tone of his vocal chords reeked of douchebaggery, “ I would like to take a bit of your time to inform all of you that you are trespassing on a acquired and private business sector. I do not expect you to surrender your weapons and prepare for immediate incarceration, therefore I will not give you the option of doing so and waste your of so precious time with THAT nonsense. Your options are simple, to be frank, kill or be killed. Soldiers, Explosive Traps, BOWS, and Gas litter this entire complex, you have been warned… So you know the rules and your opposition. On one hands, we have the “LEGION” and their Tactical Grace… poor dears, it’s a shame they still serve the ideals of Umbrella. On the other, a Goddess in her own right, Aya Luras. Profound Biochemist as well as a LONG laundry list of related jobs that I simply don’t care to name off. BUT, here is the little tid bit of information that both parties MAY NOT KNOW. While Legion has mindlessly been carrying on the process of aiding the Remnants of Umbrella in achieving Rebirth, Aya has simply been killing every last one of them. Funny how that cycle works, kill a little here and get a few hundred of your own killed there. Enough with the foreplay, the elevator shaft that leads to the lower levels in the center square leads to the basement floor where your Targets will be waiting. I am a man of my word, should you survive your little game myself and the mutagen will be waiting for your arrival.” [/color] The containers and dummy walls that restrained the basic infected would not have administered the Ascension Prototype yet, that would require a manual override from Mr. Marlboro himself. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 29, 2012 10:21:19 GMT -5
Red glossed over the muzzle of the infiltrator's sidearm as she lifted it from the fatal wound at the soldier's neck, like raising a brush from a canvas. The trauma caused a copious wave of blood to pool around the body; his own reflection in the fluid haunting as Aya wrapped her hand around the vacant rifle for weapon procurement. Adrenalin swelled within her body from the kill, engaging her senses, driving the girl to her feat and away from the hole in the wall as a stampede of lead and copper ate away at the rest of the foundation - intent on turning her into mulch. She could feel the heavy footsteps of another squad member moving to head her off down the adjacent hallway, pausing in wait once in position. Lycra crunched as Aya pushed her shoulder against the wall crouching near the door leading into the hallway. Already the rest of the black squad would be converging on the hole ready to breach and exterminate, acting with near robotic intelligence, following their training while running on instinct. A small, dark object rattled across the floor hiding a conspicuous act in its inconspicuous form. Aya brought her heel against the door, its chrome handle popping out of the wood and bouncing across the floor and off the wall from the force. She twisted her body around the frame revealing as little of her figure as possible to the stoic squad member, her rifle's irons showing a perfect ellipses before the discharge. One burst catching the ambusher in the chest. He fell back in a fit of ripe irritation. The woman's slender body slithered around the rest of the frame as the flash bang turned the air into a blinding scream, tearing through the office block like a banshee loaded on caffeine. Aya held her left shoulder over her ear blocking most of the invoked deafness - time would not obey for recovery as the 3-round burst she fired moments earlier had not killed the opposition. With such ballistic armour it was to be expected. Rifle raised in anticipation of the soldier's second-wind, the efficient woman spent another two in his chest before the last round shattered his gas mask visor and penetrated his head. One final breath wheezed through the masks filter, respite before departure. Aya herself finally had room to breathe. She spared a thought for the strange anomaly which permeated the air; Progenitor had already acknowledged its odd persistence, labelling it a threat which tried to pull at the ivory girl's strings yet effortlessly holding off the barrage. The mist had not been meant for her. Its sick-sweet scent made it easy to identify - a noble catalyst - considering her offenders wore gas masks meant she had not witnessed its poisonous nature as of yet. For the time being Aya began profiling the substance: aerosol form - It was not a lasting effect. It would not maintain its status as a biohazard; whether it subsisted inside the host after inhaling was a different story. Umbrella was notorious for wearing their signature gas masks. Aya knew this well seeing as she spent time on the inside of one for many years herself. It felt like looking through rose-tinted glasses at a contaminated area. To them this vapour was a laugh - not even an obstacle in figurative speech. The mist was not meant for them either. By now the surviving members of the fire team would be revaluating their situation after the second squad mate had not chimed in. Expected status was 'dead'. They clutched at what tactical options remained choosing to stick with one another while sweeping into the hallway; both reliant on each other; almost joined at the hip. A report sounded from the west end of the hallway snagging the combat hype they were stuck in. The closest squad member knelt to allow the other free FoV for engagement, and they both fired. Like the grim reaper Aya emerged from behind the standing specialist holding her knife aloft. She brought it down on his collar with insurmountable prejudice, her teeth locked in a grimace. With her free hand she pushed the burning end of his rifle down towards the other squad mate churning bullets through his armour at such close quarters. Aya had not realised she was wringing the knife the hole time, turning it around in the Umbrella specialist's oesophagus like mixing a hearty goulash. She drew his head further back impaling him in the neck a second time for good measure, and a third out of spite. The black clad soldier dropped to the ground like a sack of meat and bones. "You are trespassing..."
A posh voice chimed in over the PA system speaking as if to take charge of the situation. Personal glee oozed out of the speakers aiming to interrupt the action for a brief announcement. The speaker loved the sound of his voice taking any opportunity to extend his speech. Each consonant rolled of his silver tongue with near debauchery. He clearly got a rise off of making chaos for himself simply to search for cheap thrills. Extended information was revealed to all participating parties. None of it was fresh; Aya was not expecting to be off the grid in any shape or form. Her antagonising efforts against the legacy left behind by the Mega Corporation was not exactly a well kept secret. All she could see being achieved through the scotch mist of words were to rile up the crowd. He wanted a front row seat to some well paid for carnage. After everything said, she had seemingly ignored the mispronunciation of her foster name. Directions were given to where her interests lied - pretty much drawn up, colour coded and labelled - yet following an enemies directions was not a textbook assault. Something so obvious had to be written down in a book somewhere. Aya was not about to allow anyone that much pleasure of feeling in control, although she would oblige the prospect of denying the dark Umbrella's advancing. Shrieks suddenly poured through the corridors causing even the walls to cringe. It brought Aya about, profiling further: what was heard would be a siren of the afflicted by the haze. She ejected herself from the hallway using a window on the east wing of the building as a means to hide, hanging. Barrelling up the stairwell, beating down a fire door like it were paper, the afflicted stormed the floor instantly racing for the dead bodies the infiltrator had left behind. They fought with one another, tearing at eyes and skin, each grabbing a body where possible to claim for themselves. A tug of war commenced between two of the afflicted tearing the leg off of the specialist Aya had gouged moments earlier; the mutant with the leg seemed satisfied, running off with it dragging behind. The mutant with the rest of the body began to gorge, chewing away as if it had never eaten before. The mist made quite the appetite.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on May 29, 2012 19:58:47 GMT -5
The Doctor understood perfectly,and so he would not be releasing the B.O.W until...or rather unless,this Aya got through the defenses.While The Doctor believed in Murphy's law,it was hard to mention it with a man so well prepared as Marlboro.The advice was actually needed,Mcloy was quite bold and thought himself invincible and would have used his own name as introduction.However,and hopefully,there would be no introduction as Marlboro seemed to have a plan for this...impossible as The Doctor thought it was.
"I do not admire your sense of fun.You seem to have the means of getting rid of our pest,so why don't you use them?The longer they are all alive the closer they get to you and I...though at this point i'm not sure who they want more."
The Doctor walked back over to his coat,placing it on and closing his silver case.He looked around the room,it was the control center for now...and he had no plan on moving.Marlboro could go wherever the hell he wanted to and play his little game with the female and the soldiers.As long as Mcloy knew how to get away and be safe,he would stay here and watch the show.If Marlboro had this information but would not be willing to share it,then he would grudgingly tag along...but The Doctor was just as lost as the others with the Small speech.
"Is this to be a game or a show?I would assume a show,since a game would mean both sides have an equal or somewhat fair chance of winning.A show would suggest the creator or audience knows exactly how it will end,no matter how much they lie to themselves."
Doctor Mcloy walked over beside Marlboro and glared at the monitors.The Cheshire cat smile returned,The Good Doctor did not like the game Marlboro was playing and would sooner love to see them all get slaughtered....but it was fun to watch.He couldn't imagine the new girl,god like creature to get to the bottom of this building where Marlboro said he would be waiting.Though the man seemed crazy enough to do exactly as he had said.So be it.
Mcloy placed his preacher's hat back on top of his head and walked over to the Hunter,glaring through the glass into it's face.The advancement would have finished it's takeover now and would be ready.
"If you are going to be waiting I will go with you,unless you would have me do otherwise?This thing I have here,if what you say is accurate and i'm sure it is...will pose as just a bother,if that to the female...this huntress.It will be my bother that she is dealing with...and I want to see it's capabilities.If it can last long enough with an advanced being then it should have a place in the ranks you hold like so many pennies in ones pocket.
If your sniper friend is still around I would have him be down there,if you are actually going through with this show.I'm sure your going to throw quite a few infected in her way,but throw a little more then planned...make her waster her ammunition.All of what i have said of course is nothing more than suggestion,conversation if that sits better."
The Doctor turned once again to face Hammond,the grin never fading between words or what breath's he seemed not to take.
"I must ask,do you really expect to survive this?If you don't I would like to know now...I have no wish to die tonight.I am no coward I simply have more work to do."
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Jun 1, 2012 21:07:25 GMT -5
The spectacle that had taken place via security footage was something that Mr. Marlboro was always very ecstatic to see, failure of the new and everlasting grace of the old. Little by little, the once naïve girl that plagued the old records was showing a new killer instinct that she seemed to now control. Marlboro did not waste time taking notes, keeping the event documented in his head for later use. The storing of the information was met by a sudden change in emotion, as his smooth demeanor soon was replaced by a somewhat maniacal smile. His fingers hovering over the switches as a phantom over the grave.
“Progenitor in it’s purest form, Doctor…” Mr. Marlboro seemed to be in a trancelike state as the words dripped from his mouth like the smoothest of honey. His free fingers followed the monitor over what was Aya, his fan boy admiration seeming to show itself behind the scenes, “ She is of the 99.8 percentile. Advanced, Admirable, Alive.”
A certain darkness seemed to flow over Marlboro as he spoke. Not the sort of ‘World Domination’ darkness that usually hang, but this darkness seemed to paint a picture of a Black Eternity. A vortex of hate, pain, anger, and deceit was portrayed behind the mortals eyes with a new found psychosis dwelling heavily in the ambience of thought. Smooth waves of destructive passing graced his mind with a mild jolt before a mellowing train of thought sat in once more. The darkness screamed a haughty scream from behind his eyes, the siren if made into reality could shatter this foundation of the building alone. The darkness was held back by the rational nature of conducting business. That darkness… was buried behind his obvious dedication to the severity of a job well done.
His tone did not change from the previous conversation with The Good Doctor as the action continued onscreen, “ Combat data is extremely important in this day and age, Doctor Mcloy. Prospects are in fact everywhere and whom better to take on the daunting task of testing my biological prowess than a squad of former Umbrella Operatives, Hmm? If you fear for life as much as your concern betrays you, feel free to follow the hallway to the Abandoned Loading Grid just passed the Red Access Doors. Security Protocols are in effect, but as always… your genetic makeup will be recognized within the system and your safe passage will be guaranteed. Allow your new pet to make haste along with you, this part of the plan did not require you in the first concept of it.”
A cold sense seemed to radiate a frigid chill from the depth of Marlboros soul, “ Statistics showed that you would have most likely been killed during our first meeting upstairs, to be honest. I, for one, never fully trust statistics that are coming from people that scheme against my priorities. These people move along like puppets on the strings of a uncertain puppeteer, Doctor. The strings once tugged by a man that created a flawless system, but systems become flawed when a man across the way develops greed for what is not his. The Entire World has fell from grace not because of the genius of the creator but because of the greed that followed in the astonishing discoveries.”
He continued while now eyeing the monitor closely, “ One common law to this little chain of events is that the Creators must die so that their Legacy may live on with another. If you died today, who would take your place?”
As Marlboro spoke, the screen displayed the images of the bestial mutated humans showing absolute glee in their blood bath. The gouging of eyes sprayed white, pink, and red matter flawlessly across the wall. It was then that the most common practice of the Feeder was shown to have taken place from inside the Airborne Infected Mutants. Numerous small bumps radically thudded along beneath the skin of that which had been merrily feasting with his abominations of brethren. A unnatural clicking and popping echoed from within as the mutant soon wretched forward while clasping it’s stomach area violently. Expansion occurred from within. The expansion was followed by heavy vomiting of blood and gore. The vomiting was followed by the collapse of the mutant. The bumps beneath the skin continued to circle all around the body, festering boils accumulated into cancer-like infection spreading rapidly in successions all over the mutants body.
The hands of the mutant extended promptly, boney hands soon giving way to two extremely long claws protruding from the pinky and index finger knuckles while each reached forward two foot and were the width of two inches shaving down to a razor sharp tip. The arms bubbled violently, the cancerous mutation soon leaving permanent cysts that dripped with blood and puss. Each one of the arms snapped loose to improve overall movement, the joints now capable of dislocating themselves at will and locking themselves into place whenever needed. The form of the mutant dislodged itself from the current framework, thus allowing the back to arch with multiple sharpened bones ripping from within like a stegosaurus. The overall length of the legs never changed. The new twisted form of the creature was then painted with a morbid visage of sharpened teeth and a broad jaw line. Eyes moved inwards, deep and sunken. A slow, raspy hiss gargled with a bloody nature. The obvious signs of The G-Virus were now showing in their prime nature. The small circling bumps hardly noticeable on the outside at this point and time save for the constant contraction that the Mutant was clearly showing. The final outcome of the mutant slightly resembled a fleshy putrid display of cysts, warts, muscle, and extremely sharp claws. It relied heavily on the claws for movement and seemed as though it soon adapted to that very element as it ‘learned to walk.’ The arms began to freakishly expand in width and produce sturdier muscle mass to support the full weight of itself. The vicious hiss that prominently was displayed was followed by a quick survey of the area. It had not noticed Ada, yet.
“ The only thing certain about any of this Doctor, is uncertainty,” Marlboro explained while once again taking notes of what appeared on his screen.
“ Sir, the read out on the Ascension Infected, Officer James W. McArthur has reached three hundred and seventy four percent infection rate. The virus is burning through his system quicker than… wait a tick… our scanners are picking up a MAJOR anomaly,” The voice of the communications officer Beta-Seven spoke with a abrupt cease in information, “ Integrity of mutagen is one hundred percent and holding. Sir, our estimated calculation for- holy s***- Our Biohazard Rating just rose seventy percent, we’re in the red.”
Marlboro did not respond to Beta Seven immediately, instead he turned to the Good Doctor and then shook his head in neutral agreement , “ I assure you that no matter what happens, you will go on to continue.”
Marlboro waited briefly as a veiled canister of TG-Ascension rose from a nearby sect of incubation machinery. The liquid inside was kept in fluid movement by a series of stems that linked along the container from top to bottom and vice versa. The object appeared to be made up of a sturdy shatter proof material and even kept a cooling unit onboard to keep the sample intact. The liquid within seemed to carry a life of it’s own as it moved from stem to stem with rapid succession. This canister was the epitome of a Revolution in Progenitor Research, the adaptation of Legacies smoothly rolled into one unique pattern. It was obvious that the compound was not complete, the mutagen clearly left something to be desired. Many minds would be required to elevate Ascension to it’s True Glory.
“ This is TG-Ascension in it’s purest form,” Marlboro spoke as he gazed upon the vial as it hissed with the pressure administered, “ This is the fruits of the Tricell’s efforts to bring adaptation and balance to the viral and mutagen predecessors before it. This compound in it’s purest form has been theorized to bring the utmost peace to the minds of those plagued by the unpredictable nature of the Progenitor Virus. Hundreds have already sacrificed themselves both in their time and some in their own lives to keep this mere process of creation a secret from the rest of the World. This Mutagen alone can either bring Peace or Destruction to us all without question or remorse in regards to either. Ascension Legacy was the name that seemed to stick.”
As he spoke, Aya seemed to have made advances throughout the upper areas of the Facility. The front, the hull, the lie, whatever it may be… it was most likely going to end up being all that was left in the end. [/size] ((Ps: Will dress up later.))
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 3, 2012 3:36:42 GMT -5
Evasive procedure proved a hearty challenge whilst amongst these creatures of the nether. Their keen sense of smell ruled over the dimensions picking up on the faintest whiff of exposed flesh or a bead of sweat, tracking it to the source as if traffic pylons had been placed to lead the way. Aya already had blood on her, which was as bad as bleeding itself. Blood always ended up being a tough stain after all.
With the aftermath of the stampede from earlier the beasts of the purple haze seemed to have themselves preoccupied, at least until their meal was finished. Now and again the ivory commando would quietly stumble across one of the mutants gnawing on bones. She let them be; they were friction in conflict; gunfire resonated from all floors of the building suggesting there were still plenty of fighting going on. Aya wanted Umbrella occupied while spinning her web over the foundations. It seemed to buy necessary time. The afflicted was all that stood between the black armada and the two individuals of interest hiding within the rotten sanctuary.
Glass covered the east wing's velvet carpet from shattered windows; dull moonlight ricocheted off each piece turning them to glitter on the pale red floor. Light feet refrained from crunching the shrapnel; shuffling; only the slightest clink emitted from each step. Rappel wire hung outside the windows; a point of entry for one of the teams. Copper casings lay amongst the glass leading off down the corridor, heading around the corner.
Aya followed the lead looking for another candle to snuff out, safe from the rain under its Umbrella; the torrential downpour she harboured would punch through any protection. Her eyes continued to trace around another corner; the team had not ceased fire once after insertion-
One detail swam in circles ever since the prowler's yellow hues set gaze on the first shell; they had been shooting in her direction. In other words, the team had been backpedalling while constantly firing. Something of a hostile nature managed to push them back with ease soaking up their lead rounds. It had been big; large enough to keep them from passing it judging by the trajectory each shell ejected from the height their weapons were held. The action was concentrated fire; although not for long.
At another crossroad of corridors the casings stopped, replaced with a thick trail of blood. Body fluid blanketed the hall and painted the walls, waterlogged in the carpet enough to emit a 'squelch' when stood on. Intestine and organs hung from paintings and doorknobs; at the opposite end a pistol lay on the ground with its tac-light still switched on, flickering from damage. Blood smeared over its bulb shining a crimson silhouette against the wall. Meanwhile lying amongst it all rested the upper half a soldier's body; his gas mask removed. He was still alive, the purple haze seemed to be affecting him as he jittering on the floor undergoing metamorphosis.
Another prowler beat the disappointed woman to her mark. Its brand of destruction were fairly clear. Its origin was obvious enough. The Catalyst’s behaviour personified similar aggressive mutation witnessed in carriers of the T-Virus going through V-ACT; its unpredictability being its greatest form factor. Eventually the haze would have to be taken care of before any more of these unknown hunters were conceptualized.
Pitter-patter of gunfire sprinkled from an office block further across from where the solemn lady stood. Keeping her shoulder against the wall Aya closed in on the distress, peeking through an open door. The two specialists had their backs turned, flashlights shining over the room attempting to keep track of their foe.
Opting to step in and end them Aya pulled her shoulder from the wall, rifle raised. The wall exploded as something large and strong bashed through and took a hold of the little girl, its scythe of an arm nearly skewering her head like meat on a kebab stick. Aya had raised the rifle in defence, the only object keeping the monsters mouth from chewing on her features. It pinned her to the wall crunching on plastic and metal furiously. The two Umbrella specialists opened fire leaving pock marks in its skin. As the receiver of her rifle shattered Aya retorted to the mutation's bad manner, raising her feet and slamming them against its stomach. The monster launched across the room catching one of the soldiers as it travelled out the window falling to the garden of ground floor. In a heartbeat Aya drew her PRO9, dispatching the other specialist in the confusion.
Bile wiped from her gloves against the edge of a desk, its putrid stench assaulting the senses. Booms of thunder outside suggested she had given Umbrella's mobile armour something to shoot at. The more occupying their sights the better. Gratified over a small victory the triumphant girl turned her back to the window. Experiencing firsthand the lethality on offer renovated her priorities. Aya owned the liberty of picking her battles; rectifying the haze before it birthed any more of the twisted monsters was placed at the top.
A shadow blotted out the dull light from outside. The monster had given enough time for the nimble commando to dodge. Aya landed on her stomach after the hasty dive; any longer she would have been split in two.
Rolling over let her see the flesh hound's hollow eyes; a large hole had been punched through its abdomen likely from one of the LAV's outside. Its mobility had not faltered nor did he appear aware of the damage; the one thing it knew was it wanted a piece of the life form which had made an embarrasment of it. Raising its mammoth talon for a second strike it nearly grinned while swiping at the prey laying before it, the blade of bone almost a blur as it cut through the air. Pristine decapitation sung in its mind as the monstrosity imagined her chocolate hair billowing while her head sailed across the room.
Daydreaming so excessively only helped to startle the fleshy beast as its razor sharp scythe stopped mid-air. Upon closer observation showed the human had blocked the attack with her bare hand.
Aya's boxing block kept the fatal instrument a good 3 inches from her neck. It dug into the back of her wrist threatening to cut deeper with slight grind, blood dribbling down her arm. With the same hand she snatched the blade, pulling on it forcing the creature to extend its arm further, and slammed her palm into the bone snapping it violently. Turning the medicine on its maker, Aya jabbed the blade into the creatures ribs.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 6, 2012 19:45:23 GMT -5
Mcloy,the eternal sponge for information,listened intently to Marlboro 's almost monologue.Of course it was directed towards The Doctor,but it was easy to see Marlboro said these things...because he felt they needed to be said.Mcloy just happen to provide a hospitable audience,he was glad to do so.Perhaps Marlboro was not on the same level of intelligence and scientific knowledge as The Doctor,but he knew many things and tactics he didn't.
"I agree,research is one thing I know very well.There is nothing like field research,to see your creation in combat and perform exactly as intended...is ecstasy!However,I don't believe these were created to go up against that wonderful creature."The Doctor returned once again to his Hunter,this time at it's front.
He looked around the container for a control pad,to his satisfaction he found one.Typing in the specific commands he needed to,two legs seemed to lift up the container.Not from beneath,but from the sides.The container then tilted until it was perfectly horizontal...it then opened and the Hunter seemed to be lying on a table.Of course this was simply one of the walls of it's current prison.It lay unconscious and un-moving,the two front walls then lowered to the ground so that the beast could be seen completely.
"You see,the Hunter is going through changes currently...and as quickly as I had hoped.Since it was already in stasis it did not have to go through death for my virus to achieve it's goal.The Hunter is paling,though it wouldn't be noticeable in the dark lighting that is around this building.I'm going to inject it with a control chip,not unlike the NE-parasite of old...however you and I will be the only ones it's not going to attack."This time it was The Doctors turn to speak to himself,he was so used to doing this anyway.
Mcloy walked over to a table and retrieved a saw,a scalpel would not work on the armor of the Hunter.He also typed into the computer and set it to input his makeup and Marlboro's onto a chip so his Hunter would recognize them while awake.He also programmed the chip so that when put into his Hunter,it would have a flight reaction.Not the aviation type but the retreat so it could heal efficiently flight,the fight that would soon come would need this reaction.
"I do not plan to have another one destroyed so easily by a relic!"
The Doctor was not easily angered,but reflecting on the past made him so on occasion.That beauty that was coming seemed young,but to have a hate for umbrella like she did...she had to have age with her.As The Doctor went to cut open his Hunters flesh near it's spine the computer beeped,telling them it had finished the programming.The Good Doctor,now done with the cutting,went to retrieve the chip and placing it on the needed device carefully but forcefully wedged it in the effective place.Within seconds his Hunter began to heal up the cut and cover up the chip.Without turning he directed his speech to Marlboro once again,
"Might I suggest one other thing.The two guards we captured earlier...they could be of use now.If we place them un armed in her path,she may be so inclined to help her.She might kill them on the spot but she seems to be the caring type for weaklings.Unless of course you want her to continue and get here as fast as she can...as i'm sure your plan has accounted for."
Just then The Doctor's Hunter began to stir and his ear to ear smile returned.
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Jun 7, 2012 21:42:47 GMT -5
The features of Marlboro would quickly produce a smile as The Good Doctor rambled on like a Mad Scientist over his latest achievement. Smooth waves of information poured over the terminal, and due to that wave of information… Marlboro was slightly impressed. The stages that had led to this one were merely child’s play. The hibernation chamber that had kept the was in motion. The Good Doctor had a plan all along as well. AND… the main plan had not even been put into motion yet. It was a matter of time before everything fell into place. The bait was set and the trap was loaded, all it took was the little Superhuman to recklessly wander into the undergrounds.
“ Most excellent, Doctor,” Marlboro said bearing the kind of smile that douche bags bore. His tone was mild but it had a certain zing to it.
He thought about the bait that Mcloy wished to leave and quickly ruled it out. He had other ideas for the men that were captured earlier. With that current thought passing through his head, he operated the radio for support, “ This is Speaker. Coordinate Operation: Snatch immediately. The Superhuman is number one priority, you have your orders and may You Be Closer to Heaven.”
“ Aye. This is Ebony Command, all steel birds are in flight and Snatch and Grab is underway,” The husky male voice chirped back via radio with a smooth demeanor. From the sound of it he was of South African decent, a sort of English appeal radiating in a low bass over the communications link. Then the man continued with, “ We have six kills confirmed and rising, these mugs are flailing like carp out of water, Sir. Spotlight shows a- Holy s***! Did that woman just overpower that infected bloak? On second thought, wot the f#%# is that thing? Tag em and bag em, mates.”
Marlboro would have responded to the Chopper Commander, would have and could have… but by the time he was close to responding… something had happened that was unexpected. Multiple high velocity heavy weapons rocket propelled grenade ammo poured into the perusing choppers. Three birds in the air, reduced to flaming balls of fire the next second and sent bellowing out of control into multiple spots outside the building. A heavy roar of the anti-aircraft weaponry now pacing in a smooth echo in the background. A security camera was rotated to the point of origin, that point only showing one of the Ascension Legacy Infect… now hunched over and resembling a mass off fatty tissue and cancerous cists. The infected was no longer human, but it seemed as though evolution had taken place rapidly… thus allowing the Feeders to work the programming while the Mutagen powered the host. This damned thing was carrying and AA-RPG-Launcher Issue 23 by Marlboro Weaponry… something that the previous Security Guard was capable of manning with another body involved… and this thing was now destroying Marlboros freakin’ air support with the knowledge that it‘s host carried. Somehow, Marlboro seemed even more pleased than before at the sight of The Legacy Prototype operating outside of context. The backup plan went to hell, but it was apparent that the Legacy Prototype was evolving at a much faster rate than Marlboro had hoped for. Not only were they capable of mutating into sickle wielding madmen from the past but they were fully capable of remembering weapons use and how to target threats and even how to properly aim… and this was not even specifically designed to do that. It was not even thought to do that. Not one bit.
The mutation that had engaged Aya had quickly lurched from the trauma that was caused in the ribs, a lung being punctured quite easily by it’s own primary weapon. The tell tale signs of the gouge created a build up a fluid across the entry way surely marked the beginning of a terrible wound. The shame of the situation was that the creature was critically injured, but the pro of that same situation is that the large amount of trauma cause that same creature to bellow out. Muscle mass was distributed straight forward with the free arm. The brute strength of the beast surely looking to club the defensive girl in a horizontal motion. Unheard of power was placed into the swing and point of contact would clearly be from the direct left shoulder of the Superhuman to her right shoulder. The PSI of this assault would most likely be enough to flip over a standard one ton pickup truck, the area in which the swat would guide the woman to would most likely be through two office walls… thus placing her in a employee bathroom, should the attack go through. This means of attack was being used to gain a bit a ground and no longer allow the woman to finish it so easily. Though, it’s steps were haughty and ragged… blood and Immature Feeders seemed to be falling to the ground, fleeing for the moment.
Marlboro nodded to The Good Doctor as he gathered the chip from the monitor that was regarding the current data. The disc soon to enter his front jacket pocket as his feet guided him to another panel. This panel was clearly labeled, Just in Case. The panel was opened to reveal a switch that was the color of yellow with a red backdrop. Then switch was grasped in the right palm of Marlboro and then pulled down with a surge of power to flowing about to follow. The area around them hummed to life and a secret compartment opened to reveal yet another route. This route led into a extremely large and hollow room. The stands all around making it out to be some sort of Medieval Gladiators chamber. That wasn’t it though. From the center of the room, in a slow hiss… rose a tube that was incased in glass. Within the glass was another series of panels and computing devices. This glass container was known as a ’HOLE’<Holding Officers Leaving Events.> The Hole was designed to fit three people comfortably, and at this point it only needed to fit two. It was shatter-proof… Flame Retardant and above all else… capable of moving to the top of the Area for spectators to be safe without worry or care.
Marlboro allowed the soles of his fine dress shoes to click across the surface of the marble area floor, taking in the surrounding of the posh and overly dramatic setting that swirled around him. This was specifically designed for his own amusement months back, what was once a storage area had become nothing more than a sadistic playground for the Wealthy to place bets and watch others get ripped limb from limb. Marlboro motioned for the Doctor to follow.
“ Allow your Champion to follow, Doctor,” Marlboro smiled with a smooth grin. His body language was all business with hands in his pockets, but then something was caught out the corner of his eye. Rapid gunfire flooded the hallow walls of the arena as a fully automatic barrage peppered the ground just short of where Marlboro was standing. That event lead to a brisk stride to the left produced by Marlboros own feet. The dodging was once again met with another series of expended rounds from the assailant from the shadows to the north. Marlboro had little patience for such dilberent attempts on his life. One shot was fire from the barrel of Marlboro .38 Special. One shot that gave a loud echoed in the acoustic walls of the Arena and one shot that produced a squishy slap of metal on skin.
A gurgle followed, no yelp, then the staggering sound of a man trying to capture his breath. Marlboro trained the .38 while moving in a defensive posture toward the point of origin. It was apparent that the assailant was nothing more than a Ex-Umbrella Scout that had managed to beat the others to the bottom, the ventalation shaft seeming to be the path that he had chosen. The man was a medium build and crumpled to the floor while sporting the signature Umbrella Gas Mask. Blood cascaded from the mans neck like a overflowing dam, there was little to nothing to do to stop the bleeding in the heat of the moment, yet the man grasped the wound shut in a failing attempt to save his own mortality. Marlboro was sure that the Operative was dying, slowly allowing the last bit of vitae to leave his system and paint the ground with a blackened red. No chivalry was shown as a stained dress shoe from Marlboro met the hapless assailants chest with a wicked snap. The weight distributed placed a certain amount of force on the kneeling man, thus causing his body to snap back and the assailants back to slam into the ground. At this point, Marlboro was now standing over the man with the pistol once again cocked and the gleaming barrel pointing downward.
“ We do not have time for your petty games, boy,” Marlboro spoke with a hiss escaping his voice. It would seem that the interruption had been just that… a mere interruption. Marlboro continued with a sense of arrogance escaping his harsh vocal chords, “ Do you know how many people just like you I have killed for sheer enjoyment? You are not even a footnote in the annuals of History. Nothing more than a mere assassins failing to do his job once again. You do not seek redemption, you wish to kill my Associate simply because you were told to?”
Marlboro grinned before he kicked the discarded weaponry to the side, then retrieved the combat knife that was attached to the bleeding ones shoulder. The knife gleamed against the light like a majestic aura. As the knife was being held in Hammonds free hand, he had now delivered a kick to the assassins side with full force. A psychotic rage was apparent behind the vicious smile portrayed, Marlboro was in his zone… something that he had adapted to since 1998. A venomous spew of words escaped his maw, “ How does it feel to know that your sacrifice was for nothing, Soldier? Do you feel that your contribution to my LONG list of murders makes you important? You are insignificant, boy. But… I can either leave you here to die, OR I can make that pain go away permanently. From the looks of that wound, I give you about twelve minutes of sheer pain… followed by about a hour a your body going into shock. That is what will hurt… every one of your muscles contracting into a violent vice grip before you just crumple over. I can offer you peace. All I ask you to do is to answer one simple question for me in the form of one word. Who is your commander?”
The man did not answer the question, instead he managed to gurgle what seemed to be two words, a vile set of words at that. The beacon that the man had strapped to his chest beeped twice. Marlboro quickly wrote it off as being of non demolition purposes, rather a homing beacon or GPS of some sort. All of this occurred before the operative gave off a glassy stare into the abyss of the afterlife. The pale silver lining of death came over him rather quickly and a new more deadly feeling of dread filled the air. Gore and blood poured from the mans throat in a gush of tattered fleshy substance. The man had choked on his own blood, it was as simple as that. Hammond huffed with irritation before placing the heel portion of his shoe onto the bridge of the mans nose, a certain amount of brute force placed into a sliding drop. Snap. Blood now poured from the nose, a sign of disrespect in most countries. This single action would have provided the kill-shot had the man not already been dead. Bone and tissue positioned into the brain, and now a small amount of blood speckled on the heel of Marlboro’s shoe.
“ Weakling. I was shot in the neck… twice…” Marlboro shrugged of the situation while lighting a cigarette and exhaling with exaggeration. The room around him carried the acoustics of his voice. He then turned back to The Good Doctors general location and spewed, “ Let your Hunter prowl in here. I would rather love to see that… Relic… as you call her… combat it in here. With the death of this moron, the countdown to evacuation will most likely begin very, very soon. We will flee to the Underground and secure passage via Sewers, do not fret Doctor, I have much deserved Transportation to navigate them. All we need to do is keep that woman… for lack of a better term… from killing you.”
Marlboro had not mentioned his own safety in that last comment. Marlboro was well aware that he was simply biding time before the REAL show began. As per usual, his safety was no in fact his number one priority.
Marlboro reached down to secure the Beacon from the man whom had recently joined the ranks of the deceased. His hand outreached to The Good Doctor.
“ Should those Operatives decide to track their fallen, do you have a way to make sure more of them fall?” Marlboro seemed to nudge his head to the nearly INVICIBLE Hunter that had been created, “ I am sure your PET would rather enjoy company, don’t you think?”
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 8, 2012 22:26:31 GMT -5
How quickly had that mutated? Aya stood in the maw of the beast as its regrowth extended filling the space of its missing limb, muscle bubbling and skin boiled, birthed from the alkali of the virus inside it. It was not regeneration; the scientist could easily tell as much; it was far worse by most standards. She could count the amount of times on both hands she had fought G-mutants. This beast smelled different; it was not the same as those encountered earlier in her life, yet it still behaved the same. In more ways than one. Its tenacity shone through going for a killer haymaker immediately after mutation; its body no doubt racked with pain after such a heavy catalyst. Aya merely turned to face the attack, her fists raised in a blocking stance and absorbing all the force. The balls of her feet dug into the floor, burrowing through the carpet and concrete foundation blasting debris across the room. The boxer budged approximately 2 feet, immediately winding up for retaliation and crashing her fist into the fleshy monster's head with a resounding crack. As if to school the naive creature Aya dropped her heal on its second scimitar, snapping it off. Primal nature always persisted in these life forms. Chasing biological programming passed on through millennia. The one trait every virus shared were its ability to locate and dig up that old behaviour and overwhelm it, taking control. Usually in mammals so evolved it became more difficult to dig up the repressed urges turning them to mush during excavation; while in other creatures, animals great and small which still followed the prime archetype, it was easier to hold onto their physique. On the odd occasion one human being might be more connected to their primal rage making it as simple as flicking a switch to bring out their animal inside. This monster knew no bounds and would die trying to achieve them. Aya felt a vice grip lock around her torso, her bones under pressure as it squeezed with bloodshot eyes. First it slammed her into the ceiling, then the floor, then into the ceiling again and through to the next story. The ivory girl sailed through the air briefly crashlanding into a server rack tossing computer parts around and turning it into an IT worker's nightmare. She had a moment to regain composure, flicking a lock of chocolate hair from her face before the floor around her crumbled; the mass of meat blasting in and grabbing hold of her again, dragging her back through the hole. With a flail it tossed her across the room like an abusive child with its doll before charging. The living toy was not having any of that. Holding her hands up Aya braced the force of the bull, still being pushed through the wall and into the next room. Once momentum ceased she shunted the monster enough for some breathing room, clamping her hands on the scythe sticking out of its torso and tearing it free. In one fluid motion her counter attack swung the blade overhead and into its spiny neck with a harsh 'thunk'. The girl had aimed for decapitation, however it seemed the bone supporting its hideous head were more resilient than anticipated. Her guard was dropped while trying to wrench the blade free; response to its near heedlessness came in a backhand package barrelling the tiny girl through a block of cubicles spilling reams of paper around the room. Aya’s destroyer loomed, her eyes glowed purple for a brief interlude as they glared at each other - and charged. The building quaked from the two forces colliding; however in its aftermath the beast was worse for wear. Aya's muscles rippled as she began lifting the monster off the floor and over head. She knelt in anticipation before launching toward the ceiling, crashing through the roof, and the roof after that, bringing the conflicting into cool midnight air. Clouds had gathered over the warzone blotting out the moon’s gaze and giving the land atmosphere it deserved. The beating of chopper blades and sounds of conflict filled the air, an honest battle for an honest day. Falling apart from each other, the afflicted landed several metres away from the convicted woman hell bent on scrubbing out its light. It had been heard earlier; the sound of propulsion sending off an explosive packet and the resounding destruction of multiple aircrafts crashing into the building. It was impossible to miss amongst everything. Chocolate hair flailed and the wind howled as Aya closed the gap between herself and her conflict, sprinting across the rooftop. She snatched the claw sticking out of its neck in her momentum, ripping it free with a sickening squelch. Its curvature would provide perfect utilization for dispatching the mutated carrier, hooking the biological sword into its gut. She heaved, dragging it at first, spinning it around in circles and letting centrifugal force pull it away from the roof. Aya's arms burned, her mind calculating; counting down. With a simple release the monster went airborne, sailing like a piece of meat jettisoned from an unsavoury stew. In its trajectory it came within range of an Umbrella chopper - or more accurately it came between an Anti-Air round and its target. Orange filled the landscape leaving a vibrant hue scaring away shadows and darkness. Aya revelled, bathing in the light that vaporised the monster and brought the chopper down. With a pivot she turned her back on the smouldering wreck dropping like a charcoal crisp bird after being hit by lightening, utilizing the hole previous set in the ceilings for quick descent. In her transgression the scorned Progenitor elbowed a small, red panel glued to the wall. A fire alarm blared throughout the building and water immediately rained down from above. The purple haze was dense; a little precipitation would help beat it out of the air eradicating the biohazard and keeping any more monstrosities from turning into what she previously fought. At this stage in the conflict scenarios were beginning to reach their apex. The Dark Veil had pushed its force as far into the building as possible while the mutant scourge managed to break out of their confine, attacking the rolling armour brought in by its Para-military force. By now specialists protected-from-the-rain were probably hinged on meeting the mark Aya had chosen to contest herself with; it turned to a race against the clock. Enough of both forces had been thinned to reaffirm priorities and say goodnight to a well earned fight. Pulling the pieces out of her camel pack Aya assembled her primary weapon, keeping her FNP-9 locked to its holster. This haze and the creatures it brought would only be a taste of what the mad men below her feet held in their hands; whatever other line of defence were set in place must have more bite unless they wanted their insides set on display. Although considering the - brand of tobacco - already had everything recorded on her, perhaps he were all aware there was not much that could stand in her way. The determined girl would give the man props for trying, at the very least.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 9, 2012 2:55:15 GMT -5
The Doctor's Hunter was now well wide awake and in full swing.It's breathing sounded like music to him,all of his successes did.He followed Marlboro into the second room leaving nothing behind,case in hand.He pulled his .357 out just a few seconds after Marlboro fired his shot,then looked over to the failed assassin.His smile was prevalent at Marlboro's sinister actions.The Doctor's Hunter went about the arena getting it's own feel on the surroundings.The creature was initially a mere executor who destroyed anyone in it's path,this one would be slightly more calculated.
He looked to Marlboro then grabbed the device,he looked down to it thinking for a moment.Then grinned.
"My pet would indeed enjoy company,after being pent up for so long he needs a little exercise.The on coming,however late,back up should provide a sufficient warm up for the beast."
Dr.Mcloy back paced to his Hunter and stuck the device between the index and middle claw.The Beast's fingers were hardly flexible so it wouldn't be voluntarily removed,and The Doctor had it wedged in there well.The only chance that it would be removed was if it was carried along with a launched body from The Hunters claws dug into it.By the time the female got here the arena would be very well decorated for her arrival.The Doctor was no interior decorator but given his own tools and mind,he could spruce up places real nice.
Dr.Mcloy slid over to the "HOLE" and smiled over to Marlboro.
"Shall we?"
As the duo disappeared The Hunter grew restless and began to return to it's normal hunter characteristics.It began brooding around the arena until the sounds of the on coming Legion forces drew near.Then,it waited.As the first trooper came out of the shadows of the shaft it leaped into the air and came down striking the soldiers body in a horizontal fashion.The soldiers body was torn deep at the neck,chest,abdomen,and upper thigh area.The force with which the the Hunter struck sent the body flying a few feet into the arena along with the device,as was expected.If the man wasn't dead he would not be a problem to The Hunter any longer,it stomped back over to where it was before waiting for the next helpless souls.
The radio of the newly downed man sounded,with no reply the remaining squad members knew something was in the room.The first came sprinting out the second ran in then dashed to the left,where the scout Marlboro had shot lie.The Hunter,having only one target at a time,leaped at the first man who entered.He had faster reflexes than The Hunter was used to,no matter.It charged at the man arms folded in as it was being peppered with assault rifle rounds by the other in the room.The rounds had nearly no affect on it's armored back.The Hunter was too quick this time for the fast Legion trooper,he was sent sailing into the wall behind him and The Hunter came through quick with a lethal slash to the mans face.Decapitating him with it's sharp claws.One was left,one who wasn't going down without a fight and wasn't afraid to run.
The man had grabbed up his downed comrades rifle and akimbo'd it with his own.Facing the creature head on he fired both at it.The Hunter's un-armored flesh took the projectiles,it went back slightly and ran forward as the holes bled.As the man continued to fire he moved towards his point of entree,unfortunately for him he was out of ammo.Before he could draw his pistol his gut was punctured full through by the hunters right claw,and launched into the shaft.It crumpled with the force with which it was hit.The man was dead as his body hit the floor with a wet smack.The Doctor's Hunter turned back and went to it's spot.The holes from the assault rounds now closed and completely healed,it crouched into position and glared at the wall slowly breathing.
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Jun 9, 2012 21:23:39 GMT -5
The sudden relay of information that poured through the palm data unit was incredible beyond belief. No amount of data or post information of any sort could match up to seeing her prowess first hand. A vivid display of ecstatic motions painted a warped picture of perfect harmony. The unwilling spawn of pure unadulterated evil versus the poster child of a anti-hero, a girl hell bent on seeking revenge against her scarred past and all that had to do with it. Hammond Marlboro had sorted through a network for cartoons once, witnessed a English Version of a Japanese Anime. The ballet that had taken place blow for blow- was astonishing beyond comprehension of step. Of course, months of reconstruction would most likely be needed… - if Marlboro intended to salvage the remains… that is. This place was about to be nothing more than a shining landmark to the fiendish altercation that had taken place. A wide scale attack was to be conducted in the open… multiple security channels all over the world as a witness and those same firms of security would scream for blood.
To set the record straight, Ascension product and Tricell Product were absolutely no where to be found. The trap had been set in motion, a attempt to pit the remainder of those that stayed loyal to the dying breed against the world once again. The Umbrella Team had served it’s purpose in taking part in the random feeds of video… while the biological attack showed the force of what Aya was capable of mixed with the destructive aspects of ‘their’ new prototype. Not to mention the oh so clever compilation of mist that will be stored in ‘familiar’ locations throughout the world. Marlboro simply laid the match on the table and stood there. It was the people that took part in the game that proceeded to burn what was left of Umbrella ‘s Old Legacy to the ground. A few loose strings to cut was nothing compared to the huge hit that the Renegades were about to take to the bread basket. Tricell would have full authority to research into Hidden Umbrella Agendas and BSAA will be tipped off enough to catch the others doing so red handed. All the others not following in Marlboro’s footsteps would be tied directly to both sources. A quick one two punch that would loop the noose around the necks of those still ’fully’ loyal to Umbrella and even the HIGHER ups and pencil pushers in Tricell. The view from above will prove to be glorious as what was left of the ‘Good Ol’ Days’ finally falls to the heroes that deserve the win, the people that suffered for nothing. People have fought for years to know the whole truth, Marlboro was prepared to set them all up with part of it. The rest he had decided to save for another day.
Marlboro moved in a brisk, somewhat orderly fashion through the panel that had opened in the floor. The small room that had risen was soon occupied by both men and a panel with a bunch of shiny lights was addressed. Three strokes of knobs and the turning of a silver key soon caused a minor rumble. That minor rumble then executed the slow movement of the tube in a downward descent. Marlboro worked the panels and adjusted a few more of the movement controls before sighing heavily. He wanted more than anything to stand and antagonize the woman that had downed his Prototype. The casing of the box provided the PERFECT protection from anything to do with massive amounts of force to extreme heat conditions. Marlboro stared blankly into the screen ahead, which itself too- was blank.
“ Whatever is left of Umbrella will suffer heavily from this display. The world has cried out for their blood once, history does seem to repeat itself,” Marlboro spoke to The Good Doctor and then a question… are rare happening, surfaced from his mouth, “ Do you think that they too expected this?”
For whatever reason Marlboro had to ask, he did. The toll that Legion was taking was insurmountable and the number of casualties just continued to rise more and more as time passed. Death was being dealt so fast that Marlboro had just had begun to block it all out, he had the information he wanted and the scapegoat he needed. His side bet was secure without a doubt and come tomorrow the wind and rain would overpower the Umbrella.
Marlboro made a effort to switch on the communication relay terminal thus jacking into EVERY computer in the upper levels. Each one seemed to hum to life simultaneously all around, thus displaying the events that had taken place in playback formation. The display showed the dismantling of Umbrella forces at the hands of Aya, the overwhelming might that she had shown versus the prototype, and even the sheer power of the Hunter variant that was tearing through Special Forces downstairs. Death was the key factor behind the playback and it was meant to loop until the power surged out, and the angle that Marlboro was looking for would be found in his next series of words pronounced over the PA System.
“ You are running out of time, Aya,” Marlboro spoke with a impatience about him, almost as if he was feeling somewhat let down. The clear sign of sociopath behavior would ring through loud and clear to the woman. The flashing lights of the monitors chimed in a flickering standpoint before each one systematically ended with a surge of electricity that promoted a minor explosion. Pop. Pop. Pop. Then the piece la resistance finally took place as the panels hiding the multitudes of zombies fell to the floor with a large clatter of material. The zooming sounds of the syringes bolting forward and injecting directly into the back of the neck echoed throughout the complex. Marlboro then continued, “ As we speak… A fair amount of Birkins Pets have been injected with a foreign Mutagen. Allow me to explain what will happen if you somehow manage to get into that mobs way… Picture a watermelon being trampled by a herd of Buffalo. Get the picture? Each one of these undead wonders have to potential of delivering a vicious amount of damage in as little time as possible. Become infected yourself, you will be fine for the next Three Hours. The infection time for a Superhuman such as yourself is a very slow process… it may take hours for your natural defenses to even know that you are infected. But… I have a solution to your problem. Being a weapons dealer such as myself, I would never have something created without the Anti-Serum, right? I believe that there is just enough left in Dillinger’s old office . Sorry that the prize was not all that it was originally cracked up to be to start with. No need to worry about these… idiots getting a hold of it, they are very much caught up with the change in staff at the moment. Good day, love.”
The Serum that Marlboro spoke of was in the furthest corner office, the thick and heavy waves of Ascension Legacy pouring through the air was enough to make anyone that came through susceptible to it. Enough of the serum was available to guarantee that she and she alone would not meet the horrific changes that would befall the others. Any of the corpses that could still receive proper communication with the lower portion of the brain could very easily become tools of Legacy. The Serum was rested in a temperature modifier and if it was to be in the warm elements of the building for more than two minutes, the strain would be lost. Application of the Anti-Serum would need to be met quickly.
Marlboro continued, “ This is not a threat but a merely a warning for your safety. Seeing as I earnestly care about your own well being, make sure apply that serum directly through your port. I would hate to lose a valuable asset like you to some low grade stage beta prototype. No telling what the outcome would be.”
Marlboro ended the transmission via Public Announcement and then quickly applied a few strokes of the keys to his direct left. The lift continued to move downward until a soft click was met. The darkness surrounding the outside then hummed to life in a smooth glow as a Metro Shuttle-esque Single Engine Transport vehicle was present and humming to life as well with a click and surge of electricity. The downward mechanical structure suddenly came to a complete halt and the doors opened to life with a long hiss as air poured in. Marlboro then motioned for the Doctor to vacate the lift before applying pressure to the device within his pocket. A smooth lengthy beep occurred as the ascending and descending tube transport flickered multiple time before beginning the climb back upwards.
To the trained eye, it was noticeable to watch as multiple pods within the lift began to flicker uncontrollably. Each one of those pods were applied with a version of explosive content. The acceleration of the lift back up toward the lower section of the Target HQ would apply enough force to arm and explode every device onboard simultaneously, thus causing one hell of a distraction and utterly destroying the lift entirely. The lift barreled upward, it would only be a matter of time before it connected.
Marlboro turned toward The Good Doctor as he nodded his head, “ As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, My name is Mr. Hammond E. Marlboro, Founder of Ascension. Do we have a deal in regards to our partnership?”
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 10, 2012 1:32:55 GMT -5
It took little time for the - originally - poorly armed girl to fully equip herself; 'armed to the teeth' as some might call it, although out of context for the sake of describing just how overpowered her primary weapon is. The titanium barrel, or 'rod' would be a more apt description, was screwed into the EBR's receiver. Changes in design could be seen in this new model. The rod had an almost reversed rifling, turning it into a drill bit; it propelled the induction of energy with much more reliability and efficiency than the previous model, plus it added the benefit of attaching different gauges of force. Gauges was used to describe the size of emission shot forth from projection; the greater the size, the worse the destruction. Aya did not have a problem with collateral damage, not on this assignment; proven just by the curved metal plate she pulled out last and screwed over the rod. It looked positively alien; nothing of its paramount existed on the market. After charging the weapon with its dose of LN-51ä the EBR was ready to engage. It was her reign of bane. A silver bullet to the world of biological warfare built to terrorize the terror, brutalise its reality. The invention nearly made the inventor brood. She herself was a curator of the damned. Perhaps she unconsciously accepted that fire were the best weapon against fire; then further unconsciously inception a certain type of fire was required for purging purposes. In the end she had only theorized the design; it would take mad men to create it, and then it would take her to moderate and perfect it; another loose end to clean up. Here she stood carrying a weapon which would likely define the course of history. Aya did not like the sound of it, yet it was always easier to flow with the raging river of kismet out its delta and into the thunderous ocean of the future. The Future, unlike Umbrella and its list of denizens left behind, is something she could never stop. What unfolded in Minneapolis this night is an example of the burning degree of power hungry individual’s hell bent on controlling the future, systematically unleashing abominations via their potential for a God complex. “You are running out of time, Aya,”
Irony swarmed around the sentiment that spewed out of the PA, hardly lost on the young Sovereign who had given up counting years to the decades. Marlboro proceeded to schmooze more melodrama through his Personal Display of Affection lathering the hapless Umbrella specialists and mindless monsters running rampant through the building, however his words were directed promptly towards Aya in a pathetically dignified manner as if to make things easier - to give hint, lend a hand as the Game Master - ruining the suspense of the battlefield's unpredictability. Like some pompous nerd that got a hard on for spoiling the twist in a late night cinema thriller. If Aya had been invested in the story she would have gladly shot each speaker connected to the bombastic PA system. He continued to speak as if his infinite wealth of knowledge on her were layered to the moon. In an unfortunate circumstance to his arrogance he was not simply tampering with a Superhuman, the Tricell honcho was blurting nonsense to a woman of science. The chances of Marlboro positively owning irrefutable results of infection from his newly created catalyst were a sour sliver in an oversized lemon grown from a tree of overpowering uncertainty; Aya could hardly begin to detail how hollow his conclusions were. She had not even begun to spare a thought for the other variables such as the difference in those provided with superior abilities and how they would all be affected differently by his stripclub coloured haze; probably because it would have been an exhausting waste of energy. The solemn girl had already conferred with Progenitor after entering the building. This 'mist' of Marlboro's, in all its airborne aerosol nature, was chump change amongst the other finely tuned creations birthed long before it and had nothing on the immunities that swelled within the Sovereign's body. No focused version of it was going to change that. Even after his brown monologue Aya still refused to laugh. Amnesty was not even required for any humour as she could only feel sorry for him. Witnessing someone with a false sense of control was difficult. How they claimed ownership over everything they laid eyes on became tiring, labelling objects as assets or primitives and slapping an ever evolving value over the top of it. Aya could, however, approve of the throw away attitude he used to push out more of his creations; it simplified her job. Their broiling temperature was easily visible through the floors. They were coming for her. Marlboro's depiction of what would occur was correct although far understated. An armada of bulldozers to a watermelon farm would be more accurate; Aya did not need to assign which party fell under which banner, the contention to follow would do that by itself. Details quickly became messy after meeting at the landing of the stairs between the first level and ground floor. One of the overgrown deformities barged through the door foaming from the mouth, discoloured skin and out of place anatomy made it appear as frightening as ever; its appearance would soon be mended. From halfway down the flight of stairs Aya launched a shot. The air rippled and wailed as a mass of energy pulsed forth emulating a rile in positive and negative output. It created a warbling hum in its exposition from execution to landing tearing away material from the walls and floor before hitting its target. The wall around the mutant cracked and crumbled as the ugly fiend was rendered into a red, bloody pulp; less than charming for anyone on a full stomach. Another quickly followed suit behind the last falling in line to get mashed. Assumedly the grand Game Master had not anticipated the Super to be hauling such a weapon; forgivable in its tricky nature. The EBR's output was far more intense than anything modern conventional personnel weapons had to offer; it meant only Aya owned the capabilities to free handle it and deal with the recoil it shunted with. If she were truly out of time, this was the tool to break the trial. While navigating closed corridors one of the mutants came close for comfort. The nimble girl lowered her posture in time for its swinging fist to miss and destroy the corner of a wall blasting through the metal rebar foundations underneath. Its strength was prime, commendable, but inevitably forgettable. Immediately after the first swing it followed up with a feral hook; Aya raised her own hand and drove it into the monster's flying fist with a wet crack crushing and dislocating every bone up its left arm. In fluid motion her knife unsheathed and glided in an uppercut slashing the Ascension mutant's midsection and face. Letting her EBR hang over her shoulder Aya appealed to a piece of the exposed rebar revealed after the monster's first attack, snapping it outwards from its soldering and pointing at the stumbled deformity. The Progenitor danced around it putting a boot to the back of its head and impaling its face onto the bronze metal. It hung like a piece of meat; its inedibility a bad cross on health and safety. With the same foot she pressed against its shoulder and, after a little resistance, tore it apart from the neck. Gore meandered out of its exposed oesophagus sizzling from the diamond catalyst of the virus. More false walls gradually opened to expose the nasty package waiting behind. A gift in someone else’s context; the irritated creatures squirming from their transformation, itching and accepting their change with bitter hate. Aya paused at the far end of the corridor. The chrome doors of the elevator waited just beyond the transforming horde, a ticket for a ride into the Otherworld. Switching the dial on her EBR the ambitious girl held down the trigger, penting up the weapon's power. It hummed, beginning to shake in her hands. The Titanium-Inertium rod began to glow orange, steam sizzling up from the overactive molecules and their altered proton/neutron state. The monsters began to charge, Aya was going to grace them with a divine ending pulling the irons of the EBR into view. A tidal wave of force hurled from the metal plate cascading over the corridor. It turned everything inside out; tearing up the foundations, rendering it to dust and pouring it over the gruesome scene. The colliding mass carved through the mutants splashing red all over the corridor; the floor was quite literally flooded with blood. It was unsportsman like not to provide Marlboro fair test results; he had said Aya's time was thin. The ivory girl herself had been launched backwards from the blast, unable to hold onto such power this time, tumbling through the reception desk and pulling up tiles and carpet during her rumble tumble. Aya observed the outcome, satisfaction falling in waves; instant gratification. Checking the EBR revealed it survived the expulsion; remarkable in its fresh design, still containing some juice in the liquid nitrogen magazine well. It would be enough for the tool to have finished its use in this operation. With a flick Aya snapped open the casing of the receiver showing a thick rod engulfed in white heat, staving off the temperature for something a little more cool. It was easy to see the elevator had been rendered unusable. From the sounds of a crash behind the dirty chrome doors the box itself had fallen to the basement, its wires and breaks all disabled. The Dark Veil would not be completing their mission this black night. Aya carried the beastly weapon to an allocated point on ground floor, pulling a second plate from her pack and screwing it over the rod. She placed the tip of the rod onto the floor at her feet in Reception, expending a little heat into it and letting it melt through the concrete until deep enough for the plate to touch the floor. Aya charged the final round and fired; the floor around her ruptured as if an earthquake had just hit the humble Mid-Western town, and she fell through. It was an unnerving, uncomfortable experience, one Aya would put up with for the sake of chasing criminals of bio-engineering and weapons dealing. When the thick dust had slightly settled she looked up, letting a cough escape her lips as pale light fell through the hole. The girl stood and quickly moved out of the way as the floor above reception collapsed over the hole, covering it up. Looking over the basement did not provide much in what she searched for. Aya seethed in resent as she passed through the work stations, what monitors was still online and displaying separate locations around the building. An eye over the fight while hiding in the maw of safety; charming. Aya could not commend the Tricell honcho and Umbrella remnant's courage as they seemingly lacked any to stand front and centre. One large doorway in particular remained open, leading down into a pit illuminated with fluorescent spirit. Bodies of the Dark Veil lay strewn about the place, teased and torn apart by something of a malevolent nature. Whatever it were did not continue to persist in the room. Perhaps a clue as to where the two gentlemen had departed from was still prevalent in this chamber. That was until the doors slammed shut behind her. The purpose of the room properly revealing itself.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 11, 2012 1:24:17 GMT -5
The Hunter sat in a dormant,low body heat state in an extremely low lit part of the arena.During the short fight with the mercenaries one had shot a few lights in the arena,so The Hunter took advantage.Lights didn't agree with it anyway.It didn't stir at all when the explosions happen and metal came flying through the recently opened entrance.It did stir however,when it's new combatant neared it's chamber.
"I fully understand,and I accept the deal.The details will be gone over once we are completely safe i'm sure.I must admit I am a little excited about whom else will be in this organization...I doubt I am the only one who will be a part of this...rogues gallery."
Mcloy looked back and up at the ceiling when he heard the massive explosion.Then he almost grabbed Marlboro when the ground shook.No doubt caused by the relic,as they were now calling her,that was pursuing them.The explosion didn't sound near enough to be at the arena they left The Doctor's Hunter in,so she still had to deal with that.
It stooped up and jumped onto a high position above the entrance a few minutes before the female entered it's chamber.It glared down with one of it's claws in the thick metal wall.If the creature had any emotion it would be of excitement and joy.It pushed itself out of the wall in a downward fashion at the new challenge.Both massive and sharp claws before it as is dived towards the seemingly frail creatures shoulders.
(I'm aware it's a little short,but you two are the architects I am but an adviser in the project.Egdey do battle as you wish with my creation,fight it to near death....but i ask that you allow it to get away for further use.You can kill it if you see no other way,you know it's abilities and the like.)
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Jun 11, 2012 22:02:14 GMT -5
The walking cliché had absolutely nothing against the girl that was rummaging around upstairs, any commitment to her death by the range of The Good Doctor was strictly his own business. Marlboro was unique, no matter how much his standards seemed to follow that of a stereotypical Arch-villain. Marlboro was a enigma, when others believed that they had caught on to the charade it was only and matter of time before the tables turned… or in this case, flipped over. The posh and regal setting was what he referred to as the ’Calm Nature’ that hides the maniac madman within. This go around he was single minded in his attempts to relocate The Good Doctor and sway his attackers. Of course he managed to dispatch a few measly Prototypes and push aside or rather delay the operations of a Prehistoric Superwoman in the meantime. Ah, the good life- how boring. The fun part, if you would ask him, would be waiting for that same woman to bust onto the scene at this very moment and time. But, it wouldn’t be that easy for her this go around to his disappointment. The outcome did seem to bother Hammond Marlboro as he entered the Metro Train doorway and hiked up the steps with a brisk pace.
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The bloodthirsty roar of the reptilian hybrid echoed with a vile hiss throughout the area. Outstretched arms and razor sharp claw spanned out throughout the entirety of the roar. Beady eyes scanned the area around the Hybrid as the slobber from it’s maw drizzled downward. Peachy. If the creature was feeling anything it would be the sheer joy of the righteous kill it was soon to perform. It lurched as it stood, not moving but simply swaying to the rhythm of it’s own beat. Muscle span stretched in tune with the fine display of scales that shimmered against the backdrop of the light. Anxiously, the beast clicked and clacked the familiar tune that bubbled from the death pit of a mouth. One would most likely think that EVIL intentions circled around the beast as it’s eyes peered forward at the suitable prey that had entered. But one would be wrong, this creature did not know right from wrong, good from bad, and certainly did not care WHAT the tasty morsels agenda was.
The clattering of metal on metal ricocheted from the wall with a deafening tha-rump. The clashing of the heavy-weight spring boarding from the incredible height permitted beckoned for the creature to catch way. During this little exchange of weight, the beast managed to extend it’s vicious katana length blades and spread pull them in tightly. The swoosh of air mingled with the altogether deadly nature of the beast forcing the vicious scythes to fall in order. Hand the beast been starting from a standing position, it would be possible that the monster would have aimed for the throat and spine. Instead, the downward sling of the claws seemed to be the best bet at the moment. Momentum was built during the downfall, the intention being to separate the rod that the woman held in both hands. Looking to destroy the scientific mumbo jumbo that looked and render it completely useless for the remainder of the conflict.
The first swing would consequently aim for the weapon of the woman while the movement that would attempt to follow would be that of the creature slamming it’s full weight in a forward direction. The semi-aimed frontal assault would attempt to introduce the extremely thick leathered right shoulder of the beast into the woman’s chest area. The head would be nuzzled tightly into a cluster of muscle with the overlapping neck muscles protecting the majority of the upper vitals in a hard leathery cocoon. The trajectory of the assault was not purposefully aimed but would seem to follow the path of sending her frame flying into multiple steel panels that surround the arena. These same steel panels were braced by equally hard concrete foundation that protected the room from the massive amounts of gravel and sediment that resided outside. This form of attack was simply the chained path that the Hunter was to follow after the first strike.
It was apparent from the get go that Aya would most likely know, due to the whole viral exchanges, that this creature was mildly unique. And seeing as she has been with Umbrella for like… ever… she would be able to realize that this particular beast was carrying something that she was not completely familiar with. Even if she had some hypothesis, there is no possible way that she would completely know the exact specifics. [ooc:trollface] Rapid regeneration mended with the fight of flight system established pretty much made it like a HUNTER Version of Tyrant. This creature was bulky but fast, it’s frame able to withstand large amounts of pressure and deal a lot of damage as well. Quick paced agile movements, clears huge distances without so much as a running start, and delivers physical attacks without so much a hesitating to fully dedicate itself to targeting. This creature makes up for in speed and strength without the direct need to lock on it’s target fully. With the time frame a normal Hunter could succeed in landing a blow, the Hunter Elite could do it in far less.
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Marlboro activated various operations controls and levers as he entered the main engine room of the Metro Shuttle. What had just crawled to life basically now shone brighter than a star in the minds of the escapees. Flashing caution lights mended well with the front fog lights. A high beamed ray of light shot off into the dark abyssal hole ahead, thus showing the newly constructed railway system a few yards forward. Home free, the feeling of having made it to the finish line without anyone else struggling for first was a very settling emotion at this point and time. This heavily constructed metal piece of transportation would be the one way ticket that they needed out of this self-created hellhole. A glorious feeling felt on a not so glorious day.
The time had simply slipped his mind as he double checked his watch. Curiously, he made sure that everything onboard was secure and in place before turning back to the entryway of the Vehicle, his voice reached out for The Good Doctor, “ This Transportation will take you as far as you need to go, Doctor. Are you familiar with operating a stick shift? ”
Marlboro had not thought about what he had just said, the Metro Shuttle would easily transport The Good Doctor to another safe zone miles out. That safe zone would allow him access to the outskirts of the City. Parked their was a Eighteen Wheel Flatbed Truck and Trailer that would easily plow through the undead and gain safe passage out of the City. Marlboro distinctly remembered having set distress coordinate to the hard frame of the Trucks navigation system when this little getaway was planned. Once that beacon would launch into the airwaves, it would be a matter of time before a Drop Helicopter in the shape of a Mil Mi-8 would catch up with the vehicle and request proper identification for transport. Marlboro had tried to the best of his abilities to make sure that his own forces knew to keep their heads out of this little series of shenanigans. Lord only knows what would have happened if he offered his own Gunmen to the beast known as Aya. They could all be dead, or worse… she would be.
Marlboro paused for a brief second before looking directly at The Good Doctor, his words were drab and melancholy with a hint of sarcasm to boot, “ Is it sad to say that things like this tend to feel like another day at the office? One minute you are enjoying a semi-casual conversation and the next you are throwing away months of wiring and expenses to simply make sure the life of a comrade is secure. Rather peachy, don’t you think? You're safe, I assume that is all that matters.”
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 16, 2012 4:59:09 GMT -5
A terrifying brontide coursed through the arena as the Hunter Omega collided with the metal of the wall. When it would look at its killzone, lifting its shoulder from the steel foundation, expecting an unrecognisable lump of meat - it found nothing.
Aya hung in a shadow watching the glistened scales of its lizard form under odd light. Progenitor instinct had latched onto its presence immediately after entering the room; even had she not been paying attention it still would have been unmissable. Evidence of its habitat practically dripped from the ceiling; just how much it had made this place its ground, its den. Her incursion were more or less invasion. Regardless of such mundane facts; the girl of prey was happy its first strike had been used for disarming. It was a waste of initiation considering the EBR was out of juice; she would have a flesh wound before the fight even started.
Thankfully the rifle had not exploded from any malfunction. Had the rod of Inertium proceeded to heat up after an unintentional spark, especially without general safeguards, it would have taken the building if not the entire block out leaving a clean crator in its wake. Then again it may have made the whole job easier.
Watching the hunched reptilian prowl revealed little behavior than any other Hunter would personify. If Aya wanted to know what was different with this particular specimen she would need to give it a field autopsy; not entirely off the cards, however its obstinate state prevented any immediate analysis. Neither would she have the time to get so intimate with this anomalous, could-blooded killer. Without a whisper the girls knife slipped from its sheath, invisible black matte blade gripped firmly in her hand. Being honest with herself the determined girl did not expect to commit any damage with such a crude weapon, it was still a better starting point than nothing.
Burning her shadow as she pulsed around the arena, Aya held her blade aloft as she pounced the biped lizard latching between scales for a solid hand hold. The monster's brawny defense brought out its weakness; with such a thick layer of armor covering its body complete manouverability was not possible. It could not scratch its back; it could not touch the woman hanging from its scales.
Aya held tight. Its armor were on par with a tank. Naturally she had no mass propelling weapon to penetrade hide this thick; some of her trademark brute force would be required to fell such a beast. For the time being she decided to introduce herself properly, being she hung from its back and all. Digging her fingers into a safe hand hold the zealous girl plucked the blade out of its groove and swung it over the Hunter's head, impaling the beast's eye.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 18, 2012 20:24:38 GMT -5
William looked Marlboro in the eyes,and nodded.He looked up,back,then back to Marlboro and back to the vehicle in front of him.
"There is no kill switch on that Hunter,if your planning on going back up that is.And if it's killed her,you may just have to leave it...there won't be a sedative strong enough to knock it out.It's body will repair itself before the sedative can take effect.Suffocating it is an option,but you may not be able to see if it's breathing still or not.With that,i'll see you in hell if I don't see you at the meeting point first."
The Doctor tapped the rim of his hat as he stepped into the transport.He walked over to the controls and tapped a few things,it was all preset anyhow.He placed his case down on the floor and glared forward as the thing began to move and he was gone.
The Good Doctor has exited the area.God Speed
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