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Post by Stu Pott on Dec 3, 2012 20:27:25 GMT -8
Stu stood with his sword drawn, his eyes shifting from one elite to the other. Had he not been in a rush he probably could've decapitated the one by the door outright, his skill with the blade good enough and his sense sharp enough that he was more than a little miffed that he hadn't taken the strike.
Now each man was within striking range, but to attack one would definitely get the attention of the other. He knew he could take them, but what they would do to him might be worse than what he was willing to give up for the mission.
His boys outside began pounding on the door, though what good that would do he didn't know. He wish they'd be smart enough to try to assault the simple metal siding to the place, but there wasn't much he could do about that now.
"Right. I'm here to see what you're up to, boyo."
He turn slightly, his sword now aiming at the bloke by the door. However his eyes kept the one in the hall dead in his sights.
"Your boys hit us first. We just came to see about getting some recompense for our troubles."
The lie was quick, though his blade was quicker. He feinted a charge at the hallway elite before throwing himself backwards, the blade aimed center of mass as he twisted around in the air, stabbing quickly towards the elite by the door. He'd do his best to shatter the poor boy, as he only held a hockey stick in front of him, not something that could stand up to the sharp keen edge of his sword.
Depending on how successful he was, he'd turn and engage the other elite with a vicious side swipe, aiming to disembowel. He wasn't worried about how strong they were; he was blood crazed and in dire straights; the best place for a man with nothing to fear to be.
If the first man beat him away, he'd fall back to between the two men, keeping his eyes ever vigilant. If failed, he'd make sure no attacks came, blocking them and swinging back with all he had. If not, he'd speak but one phrase, his hand shooting up to the bluetooth on his ear.
"I'm stuck in building 2, they know we're here."
And he'd prepare for the assault that was soon to come.
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Van
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Post by Van on Dec 7, 2012 21:35:30 GMT -8
Well that was easy
The man would half-turn toward Delilah as she rolled, but his speed was no match for hers and not a moment later a burning pain shot through his heel and thigh. The man yelped and collapsed, clutching his leg in agony as he bled out into the gravel.
Kickers and screamers
Heather caught the bandit off-guard, just seconds after the man had plunged his knife into Talon's ribs. As he was withdrawing his knife he saw the girl lunging toward him out of the corner of his eye, but by the time he swung his knife toward her, he was too late. Hers caught him first and he went down with a spray of blood and a few ghastly convulsions on the ground.
Meanwhile, Cain's man would get in a couple good kicks before the kid grabbed onto his leg and started stabbing at it. He then began to violently shake his leg in an attempt to kick Cain off, but the boy's knife lodged itself beside his kneecap, causing the leg to buckle. Within moments he was the vulnerable one, only instead of brutal kicks he suffered brutal stabbings, which unlike the kicks, proved to be rather fatal.
Just a few yards away, the last standing bandit's reaction to the rope around his neck was to claw at it, attempting to slide his blade beneath and to cut it. He only succeeded in nicking his own neck in the process, as the tip of his blade slipped with some difficulty between his skin and the rope. Had he a few more seconds before blacking out, he may have succeeded in cutting the rope… but ultimately his blade would only have created a nick in it by the time his hands went limp and he fell unconscious. Half a minute later if the pressure was constant, he would be dead.
Smash and stab
Nigel's tonfa cracked the bandit's skull most fatally. It was really quite amazing how fragile the side of the man's head was. Like an egg, splattered all over the pavement. (woo, 20.)
Sergei's attack would be similarly successful, with an adequate amount of bloody mess to compare. At the first slash of his knife, the bandit's guts found themselves suddenly slipping out of their cozy cavity toward the ground, where the rest of his body would also land moments later once Sergei withdrew his knife from the base of the man's skull. Things got awkwardly quiet after that.
The six men guarding building 3 had watched with narrowed eyes as the silhouettes beyond the gate fell one by one, unsure of whom was falling. Nobody could be sure who'd won the fight, quite yet…
But everyone shared a sense of trepidation, afraid that things might not have played out in their favor.
The tricky part
"Impossible." the intercom calmly corrected, neither falling for Stu's lie, neither feeling the need to elucidate the reasons for not doing so. Perhaps it was the man's pride as a commander of sorts, that led him to believe that he'd disciplined his men better than to have them waste energy attacking unless they were provoked.
Meanwhile, as Stu lunged toward the Elite in the hallway, both men gripped the hockey sticks in preparation to swing at the intruder. While the one in the hallway took a defensive half-step backward, both men simultaneously reeled back to swing at Stu. However, the feint worked and resulted in the latter of the two men being stabbed in the stomach before he even had the chance to strike at Stu.
The other Elite, however, would score the opportunity to smack Stu upside the head with his hockey stick. His hockey stick that had sharp nails and screws sticking out of it. It would most likely scratch up the side of Stu's face a wee bit, if not a lot, or poke out an eye or something if caught at the right angle. And with the distance of his hockey stick between them, held at arm's length, he would be too far for Stu to swipe at with the sword.
The guard looked mildly annoyed, but made no further motion to attack. He would keep the distance between himself and Stu constant if he could, refusing to back down. Meanwhile, the other Elite had slumped toward the ground clutching his stomach and was now acting as a rather unnecessary block in front of the already locked door.
"You come here uninvited. You come with radios. You come armed and you come stealthily. Now tell me, little man. What is your business here. And are you prepared to die for it." the intercom rasped.
36 Bandits spotted
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 10, 2012 19:58:06 GMT -8
The raven haired woman turned back to the man who lay bleeding profusely on the ground behind her, thinking for a moment to end his suffering then and there with a heavy boot. Deciding against it, at least for the time being, she turned back around and dropped to a knee behind his head, her pale face looming over his, knife point resting gently on his neck in case he should get any ideas.
"How many of you are there? What's in those storage containers?"
It was probably too late, but hey, it couldn't all be happy-go-killy.
She heard a faint buzz from her bluetooth, alarmed to hear it was from Stu. He was trapped in the second building. Ice cold panic clutched at her heart and she forced it down. They couldn't afford panic right now, not even with the love of her life on the line.
If the man gave her the information she wanted, Delilah would simply nod, relieve him of his radio (if he had one) and move on. If he died before she could get any information out of him (or if he was simply being stubborn), the engineer would simply shrug and leave him to his inevitable doom, taking his radio with her.
"Talon, Cain, secure the area; I don't want any surprises. Nick, keep an eye on them. Heather, you and Birch head up to see if you can offer any assistance to Sergei and Nigel while they take the second compound. Copy?"
"Copy, Ma'am. One problem, though..."
"Talon went and got himself stabbed."
"BIRCH."
"WHAT, HE DID!"
"What's his condition?"
"He ain't dying, if that's what you mean. Still conscious, doesn't seem to be too deep. Bleeding like a stuck pig, though."
"Don't you think it's ironic that our field medic is the one who is in need of his own services?"
"SHUT UP, BIRCH."
She grimaced, holding a hand to her forehead as she approached the second building. Quietly, she would gesture for three of Stu's group of five to go and help Nigel, Sergei, Heather and Birch assault the second compound and made the remainder spread out around the site, to assist in securing the area. "There's not much choice in the matter here. Does he have his gear with him?"
There was a moment of muffled muttering. "He says he has his the medical glue and some guaze, but not much else."
"Then, I'm afraid this is a case of 'physician, heal thyself'. Help him glue the wound shut and get moving. Copy?"
"Copy, ma'am."
This left Delilah standing at the door of building two, where Stu was presumably within. She tried the door: locked, of course. Flicking the blood from her two knives, she sheathed them before reaching behind her back and drawing her sword and taking a step back. Raising the blade above her head, she made a downwards cut towards the door but ultimately was too far away to make an effective slash against it.
But she wasn't trying to cut the door.
The energy of the strike that followed her downwards motion mere moments after the blade completed it's descent would ram into the door, intent on blasting it inward and off it's hinges. If there was any effect on the door at all (a dent, for example) Delilah would try her hand at this again, aiming the energy from the cut towards the hinges of the door and in the center to break it down.
If she was successful, Delilah would enter immediately, blade held aloft in case there should be some unwanted attention directed her way.
If the door was clearly not going to bend to her whims, Delilah would curse and begin to stalk around the building, looking for another plausible entrance.
While Cain assisted Talon in attending to his wound (which will take up the remainder of this post), Birch (who had strangled the last soldier to death and was humming gaily to himself) and Heather (shaking slightly and extremely on edge) would make their way up to the gates of the second compound. In the dim light, they could see the six or so guards watching the two men left standing (Nigel and Sergei) closely and with mounting apprehension.
Behind them, the two members of Stu's team would catch up, obviously sent to be apart of the assault. Quietly, Birch would motion for them to wait in the shadows while Nigel and Sergei did their thing.
Breathing heavily and wiping the gore from his last victim on the sleeve of his shirt, Sergei turned to look at Nigel. The big man was standing over a man who looked like he just got his skull caved in, examining the flap of dark brown skin dangling off his arm.
"Is zat all of them?" he hissed.
Nigel grunted in response, looking across from them now at the group of people watching them from the other side of the chain link fence. His bluetooth buzzed.
"Heeeeyyyy Nigeeeeyyyy. We're trying to get into the second part of the compound there. It would mean EVERYTHING if you could give us a diversion.~"
Nigel emitted a low rumbling growl from deep within his chest that echoed through the immediate area, baring his stark white teeth in the darkness. Nigel did not like nicknames.
"Thanks doll, you're a PEACH!"
If the threatening growl coming from Nigel wasn't enough to stir some interest in them, Sergei would calmly walk up to the fence, slowly pull back the sling shot as far as it would go, and would fire a ball bearing at each of them.
Meanwhile, Nick would keep a keen eye on the two Militia men that walked walked through the first area, checking for any more enemies or surprises. The bow and arrows were still in his hands, but they weren't loaded to fire just yet.
"Strike Force, reccomended action would be to throughly inspect the junk yard and the sheds. I've got an eye on both of you. Brothers McCagherty and Howard will be in shortly to help you out, over."
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Post by Stu Pott on Dec 11, 2012 15:38:58 GMT -8
Stu's blade sunk into the door guardian's chest with a quick schlick, burying itself a foot deep before popping out the back briefly. Stu attempted to turn and catch the other guard before he swung, but he was woefully too late.
The man had crossed the ten to fifteen feet between them fast enough, a powerful attack queued and ready as he swung forth. Stu's body turned just in time, his arm flying up to block the attack, but it was all for naught. The man's strength and Stu's imbalance worked against him as the wood of the stick rattled his arm. The nailed head hit his face, and his world went dark for a split second. Stu twisted his arm and grabbed the stick, his hand coiling firmly as the nail that was embedded in his skull. With his right hand, still holding the bloodslick sword, he sliced, aiming at the arm of the man still holding onto the stick. Whether or not it connected, didn't matter; if it did, the man was less an arm. If it didn't, Stu then had his weapon.
He charged next, his sword a blur, feints and slashes. He was toying with the big man, now weaponless, keeping him at the length of his sword. Should he charge to take Stu on with fists, it'd be a simple thing to hold his katana firmly and let the man run himself through. If not, Stu would take his first chance at a decapitation, or any other sort of killing blow. These men were not his equal.
"You come here uninvited. You come with radios. You come armed and you come stealthily. Now tell me, little man. What is your business here. And are you prepared to die for it."
He spit blood as the man finished. Stu hoped he had a camera to see, but if not, he responded anyways...
Or he would have, had the door not suddenly jumped.
Stu could only smile as he heard the tell-tale force of a Delilah strike. The door buckled slightly, no match for her skill. He quickly kicked the first dead man out of the way and then stepped to the side, allowing for the door to blow inwards from her strikes. But first...
"Boyo, you've gone and snorted the wrong heap of coke. Me and my spade are coming for ya.
And I'm not the one to be worried about. She is."
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Van
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Post by Van on Jan 10, 2013 23:14:36 GMT -8
ooc: I'm not even going to make excuses here, my delayed response to this was inexcusable. Stuff came up, is all i'll say. Unfortunately i won't be able to continue DMing this quest for you, but you guys have done a good job so far and have been very patient with me. For that i'm still going to give you a reward anyway, and that is:
- 18 tons of scrap metal (found in the junk yard)
- 40 lbs. of electrical wiring (found in the junk yard)
- 2,750 gallons of oil fuel (next to building 3)
Upon seeing that his small army was not outnumbered, but definitely overpowered, the bandit leader bitterly decided to prevent any further casualties by ordering his men to flee the camp. He escaped through a secret exit in building 1 and vanished into the night. At the end of the hall where Delilah and Stu were, they would find a staircase leading to a single room on the second floor. The door would be locked, but easily broken down if they so chose. Inside could be found an overseeing room with many screens displaying video feeds from various places around the territory. Another door in the room would lead to a very dark candlelit chamber, in which could be found a simple mattress on the floor, a bathrobe hung on the back of the door, and most strangely, a rather extensive collection of bizarre and morbid halloween masks leering from the walls.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jan 11, 2013 21:57:18 GMT -8
((OOC: Thank you SO much for everything you've done for us, Van, the campaign was AMAZING. With absolutely no disrespect meant to you or the other MOD's on this site, we still want to continue it for story-line purposes, but will do so ourselves. The rewards won't change [and I'm still waiting to hear back from Mikey on whether or not we gain any EXP/territory from this] or anything like that: this is just for us.))
The door was blasted off it's hinges and Delilah calmly stepped through, Shinju's blade glinting in the dim fluorescent lighting of the warehouse. Her eyes swept the room, looking for signs of life or immediate threat. Seeing none (probably having been dispatched by Stu), her shoulders slumped slightly as her eyes sought his, connecting. She allowed herself a small, relieved smile and strode over to him.
The smile rapidly descended into a look of fury at the large, bleeding cut on his face, right at his black, fathomless eye. Her hand came up and wiped a rivulet of blood off his cheek, an action that almost would have been tender were it not for their predicament at the moment. Partly, she was checking for signs of infection...
Mostly, she was seething at the sight of her beloved's blood.
Her hand gripped the sword a little tighter. "Let's finish this." she growled.
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Post by Stu Pott on Jan 12, 2013 17:50:05 GMT -8
His head throbbed and his left eye was already inflating, the combination of both the nails (Which gouged six very gnarly cuts into the left side of his face) and the wood of the hockey stick having royally fucked his day up.
His face hurt, and the look of pure anger on Del's face hurt just as much. He didn't remember her entering, his adrenaline flowing out as the building became secure. Well, somewhat secure. That bastard was still somewhere nearby; hopefully in this building. But if not, no matter.
He'd just kill all of his minions.
He took her hand as she wiped away some of the blood, a gesture that was all but useless. He kissed her fingers and gripped his own sword, pointing it down the hall.
"That way."
It was time for some killing. His guards fell in step behind, the rest still helping out the other members of Del's crew. He found the doors unlocked, whatever overriding them delightfully hidden. He found another doorway that led up some stairs, at the top of which... monitors. Banks and banks of monitors. Stu saw a blur as a masked man ran from this building towards the top left building.
Bingo.
He turned left, and saw a doorway. He motioned his two men to stack up, and he kicked the door in. The lights in the room wavered from the change of pressure, and the briefly lit up the dozen or so masks hanging from the wall opposite the door. Stu didn't see them, but he would've bet there were more lining each wall.
In due time.
He charged out and down the stairs, flying towards the rear entrance to the building. What he saw when he got out could be described as nothing short of a pitched battle.
He gripped his sword in hand, and flew into the fray.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jan 12, 2013 21:47:48 GMT -8
"That way."
She nodded brusquely and took off after him. The fire was burning hot inside her now, making her feel sharp, teetering on the edge of reason and insanity. Stu's wound brought this out in her, the justifiable rage of seeing the most important man in her life seriously hurt. She stared at his narrow back, watching as the blood pooled at his jaw and dripped down onto his neck and chest. For every drop of blood spilled from him and her team, she would take like for like.
She let him enter the room with the masks, scanning quickly, her eyes adjusted to the dark. Her perceptive vision followed the man out of the room and she followed quickly after Stu, running down the stairs, bursting through the door...
...and into utter chaos.
Cain and Talon were fighting back to back, Talon`s hatchets burying themselves into the meaty flesh of his victims while Cain shredded and tore into his opponents. Occasionally, there was a breif whistle followed by a 'fwump' as an arrow embedded itself into a chest cavity. Distantly, Delilah could hear the clamour of a skirmish up the block, where Sergei, Nigel, Heather and Birch were with the rest of Stu`s team.
She waited a moment, hanging back after Stu and brought her sword around in a wide, horizontal cut. Though she was too far away to actually cut anything, again, the energy wave that followed was enough to dislodge the centre of balance in many of the fighting enemies before them, making them easy prey for Stu's blade.
Delilah would follow immediately after, slicing a man down his torso,. Right away, she received a cut from one of those hockey stick/maces along her left arm. She barely noticed, chopped the man's arm off, then his head as she cut of his scream of agony, and moved on.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Jan 12, 2013 22:36:31 GMT -8
Necessary Risks ...Except... there would be no one left to fight.
The forces had departed, at the masked man's orders.
The monitor that Stu Pott caught onto was a decoy led to mislead him... and by the time of Stu's arrival, even the decoy would be gone.
There was no fray left, just a route and then nothing.
This area was liberated under the combined forces of Crows and Militia.
The masked man and twelve of his men who were standing outside of buildings three and four would make off in the night.QUEST END
Moderator Notes:
-There is no further EXP gains.
-You retain all previously stated material RP gains (Lots of RP opportunities, weapon making capabilities, food-obtaining resources, etc).
-You may claim the area.
-There was a lot of assuming, in the future please let the moderator do the job for you. Thank you for understanding.
-You may continue to RP the other details, excluding of course the NPCs and others as there was in fact no further engagement. |
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