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Post by prime on Dec 18, 2006 23:41:51 GMT -5
"Well, got any coffee here or what?" He asked Stray and the newcomer. "Oh, my name is Ryuji, I don't think I told anyone earlier, so I may as well do so now." He said, then blinked. "Are we fucking FLYING?" He asked.
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Post by jenova on Dec 18, 2006 23:46:24 GMT -5
“Pour it yourself,” A voice called out, and a coffee mug and machine appeared on the table next to Ryugi. Dave walked through the door, looking as ‘emo’ as ever, skinny everything it seemed, all his clothes clung to his body.
“The name’s David, most call me Dave. Nice to meet you.” He added, as he poured his own cup. “Anyway, down to business, in the DLab the only APCARP base you know of, I need to get into one and steal there records, hopefully one not too well guarded?” Dave asked as he sipped on his coffee.
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Post by prime on Dec 18, 2006 23:52:18 GMT -5
Ryuji looked at Dave with his hot, red eye's. "I know of 23 american bases, I was transferred quite often." He said. "I can't locate them specifically, because I was underground at the time, however," He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a long pull. "I do know a few ways to gain entry to the rail system underground. That's your best bet for finding a base." Ryuji added some more sugar. "The subway in LA is one of the easier ways in. Lots of Powers coming and going there. We wouldn't be noticed unless a telepath scanned us, and mostly in LA they don't give a shit. Some stupid person gets stuck on the wrong train, he gets shot, no stories get out."
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Post by jenova on Dec 18, 2006 23:57:01 GMT -5
“Well I won’t be getting shot.” Dave scoffed, he had to go back to America it seemed, something he wasn’t willing too do, but he had to. He had been assigned the mission and he had to fulfil it. The last time he has been to America, he had been chased with James across it, APCARP never gave up, and they had to teleport out in the end, it nearly killed James.
Dave downed his coffee and motioned for Ryugi to follow, “Come, it’s time you meet the boss.” Dave walked out the room, and down the corridor to the ‘Great Hall.’
“James, we have a newbie, and he has information about some of APCARP’s bases.” He called.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 19, 2006 0:02:54 GMT -5
"Record stealing? Starting him with training wheels, aren't we?" Stray strutted around the room, her confidence very clear. It was obvious that things had started going well for her ever since their base had gotten clear of the ground. She was feeling liberated, free. For once, she made the rules for herself. And without those limits, she could really finally begin to enjoy herself. Combat, recreation, rest. It all was good when you chose it yourself.
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Post by prime on Dec 19, 2006 0:07:23 GMT -5
James looked around. "Yeah I sensed him when you got me to teleport him in. Welcome to the resistance I guess. Your a fucking gloomy presense you know that?" He said bluntly. "And yes, we are flying." He said, grinning a little. Ryuji shook it off, and walked across the temples polished, wooden floors, and sat down. "Oh. And Dave, I'm not your boss. Damn man, you make this sound like the mafia or something." He said, grinning. "Right, anyways. You said something about a base in LA out there. I can teleport you there alone, or send Dave with you, or you can stay here. It's your choice. I have something else in mind for Dave anyways, assuming you don't need him." Ryuji nodded. "I can go in alone if you need him for something else." He said. James nodded, "Alright then, that makes this a little quicker. Though by no means easier. When your finished, whisper 'salamm' and where-ever you are, I'll teleport you back here. Now, do you want to be dropped off, or can you find your own way?" James asked, well aware of what Ryuji could do, having done a cursory scan when he'd teleported the man in.
"I can find my own way, thank you." Ryuji said, with a glint in his eye. "Excuse me." He said. "Wait one second! Try not to kill anyone, we're not suppost to be the bad guys here." James said. "And another thing, I may send Stray after you, if she doesn't like what I have in mind." Ryuji nodded, and slowly, a red event horizon formed around him. A second later, the only trace of him was a red blurr in James and Dave's eye's. "Alright, that takes care of that. Don't worry Dave, think of it as an initiation. You and I will be heading north, into canada specifically. They're worse then america when it comes to they're power program. But I've got my eye on something they've created. You might have head of it, its called the Aurora." James said. "Its a fighter craft that travels at supreme speeds, and it could end up being quite useful, especially if we can replicate it. We're going to go steal it, specifically from Toronto. You like?" He asked Dave and Stray. "Your welcome to tag along with Ryuji if you like Stray, I certainly don't mind."
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Post by jenova on Dec 19, 2006 0:12:36 GMT -5
“I like,” Dave replied with a smile on his face, anything to get him around, he hated travelling the way he did at the moment, a different kind of teleporting from normal, very uncomfortable. Dave started to pace around the room.
“How heavily guarded are the plans? And the craft itself?” Dave asked.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 19, 2006 0:14:32 GMT -5
"Well, I don't have a problem with that. You want no deaths? That's my specialty. You know my capacity by now." Stray focused, her spines standing up along her arms. "Just beam us up whenever you want to. I'm ready as is."
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Post by prime on Dec 19, 2006 0:30:54 GMT -5
"Than plans are extremely heavily guarded, however, the craft itself isn't. I'm been scouting out the layout of the place. Its in the middle of the rockey mountains, and they have a lead-gold weave around the plans that prevent teleportation, as well as automated defences around the vault itself. On top of that, the entire place has a diffusion screen, so if I teleport you there, bits of you will be covering the mountainside with a thin haze of red. The jet itself is in a hanger, the hanger isn't very well guarded. They have two powers standing by, and two mechanics working on the ship itself. The guards can die, however, I want you to bring on of the mechanics back to me, if not both. If you can't get the plans, they're assistance will be vitle in reproducing the design." He stood up and waved his hand, a white, shimmering illusion of himself appeared before them. "I'll be moving with the two of you in this thing. I made it white as a faximily of the legend 'The White hand of God.' which I found fitting. Anyways, the base contains 57 people, including the four at the hanger. We'll be at the bottom of the mountain when I teleport in." He cracked his neck, and then lay down on the floor, slowly fading into unconsiousness. The while version of James began to move, and then spoke with his voice. "I don't actually care whether or not they die, you can kill them all if you feel like it. Most of the researchers were experimenting with using a human brain as a power source for the craft. And besides that, the have several psi blockers through the base. So I won't be as powerful as I usually am." He said.
"These assholes have really managed to piss me off. The psi blockers were formerly telepathic power's. I find that incredably infuriating." James said, a red halo, representing his mood, glowing above his head momentarily. "Anyways, lets go. No time to waist." He teleported all of the to the bottom of the mountain. "Oh yeah, also. At the top of the mountain, there will be less air than your used to. So try not to strain yourselves to much."
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Post by jenova on Dec 19, 2006 9:37:29 GMT -5
“Right, up we go then.” Dave said, as he took the lead, crouching low to the ground, “Stay low, they’re patrolling the mountains it seems.” He called back in a ‘loud’ whisper. He carried on up, hiding behind rocks occasionally and surveying his surroundings, he didn’t want to use his powers to turn him, or the others invisible encase they could detect it.
Dave stuck to the boulder he was currently behind; the first patrol had stopped right on the other side of it. They were mumbling about something stupid, how boring there job was, or how they expected to get in on some action.
“Your wish is my command,” Dave called and launched himself over the rock, the first guard didn’t have a chance to ready his gun, as he was smashed in the face with a razor sharp fist, breaking his nose and mutilating his face, unconscious for now, soon to be dead The second had his rifle trained on Dave, who stood there quite calm.
“Stay where you are or you’ll be shot.” The guard shouted, braver than he actually felt. Dave just smiled, the next moment he had shot forward, and leapt the rest of the way, his leg swung out kicking the rifle away before the guard had a chance to get a shot off, Dave flipped, and twisted, landing neatly behind the guard. His hands had grabbed his head the next second and twisted his head around fast, snapping the spinal cord.
“Easy…” Dave muttered as he motioned for Stray and James to carry on up, he crouched to the ground, and began searching the corpse. Finding what he needed, a pistol, a few ammo clips and a suppressor. He twisted the suppressor on before loading the gun, and attacking it to his belt. He again, carried on forward, closer to his destination.
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Post by prime on Dec 19, 2006 9:44:03 GMT -5
"Show off." James wispered, from his ever so slightly etherial position. He slowly moved up the mountainside with Dave, then spotted another patrol. "Meh." He said, standing up and walking over to the guards. "Hey guys!" He called casually. They whipped around, training there rifles on him. "Who are you!" One of the two called back. "Me, I'm Death. See?" James said, closing their eye's with telekenisis. A second later, both of they're heads exploded. "Now I wonder what they were guarding..." He mused, looking around. It only took him a second to spot a handy plot device, in the form of an express elivator to the mountain base. "Looks like we've cut down on our travel time." He said to Dave and Stray. "Lets go eh?"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 19, 2006 15:02:58 GMT -5
"Capital idea, I'd say." Stray let her spines drop, her hair falling back to her shoulders once more. She drew her handgun, and followed the other two. She thought momentarilly about her disadvantage. Everybody else she worked with were incredibly high level Powers, one in a million kinds of occurances. She was just a humble low-grade Power, barely above the normal benchmark set by APCARP for Powers admission. She cleared her throat, trying to get some attention. "Do either of you know how to pilot this thing? If we have to have one of us learn, I want it to be me. I don't pull my weight around here yet. This might actually be my calling, if neither of you have it covered."
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Post by jenova on Dec 19, 2006 20:07:47 GMT -5
“I agree with Stray, let her pilot the thing.” Dave said, looking at James, “You know I’m already busy with keeping the APCARP forces at bay, I won’t have time.” He finished.
He motioned for the two others to follow and they all filed into the lift, Dave pressed the ‘up’ button and they slowly but surely started moving upwards to there destination. He started humming a tune to pass the time, before hearing voices as they approached the top of the mountain, he shut up and drew his gun.
Moments later the door had opened and two more APCARP guards lay dead, a bullet hole each in the back of there necks. Dave holstered the gun on his belt again and began forward, the other two following.
“From our intelligence, there are two A class powers around, which might be difficult to deal with. James, well your not exactly all powerful at the moment, and Stray have you ever encountered an A class yet?” He asked, before halting them and crouching behind another boulder that happened to be in there path. He nodded past it, towards a gate where the craft was held, and indeed, two class A powers stood guard. Even he could sense them, and he had hardly any training in the ‘sensing’ field.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 19, 2006 23:55:45 GMT -5
"Crud. That's about dead even with our forces right now." Stray looked at her spines. "Maybe I can ambush one if we're lucky. My powers don't read on most scans, so I should be able to catch most people off guard. With any luck I should be enough to at least handicap them in the fight." Trail paused, trying to make out some information through the vibrations passing through the earth. She couldn't detect very much. Lots of machinery and such were distorting the reading she was perceiving. She'd need to get closer to where the A-Classes were before she could start telling where they were.
"Highest class Powers I've been around are you two, the new kid, and that Dracon guy that we fought on our break out. Other than that, they've all been fairly limited. You know, rather low level fighters is what they usually used to herd me up."
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Post by prime on Dec 20, 2006 0:25:47 GMT -5
Ryuji sat in the train, watching all the powers heading into the LA branch. He would've worn a pair of sunglasses, but he didn't think any of these boys would notice that fact that he had red eye's. James had suggested he keep the noise level down, so he was trying his best, but for all the world he wanted to kill all these ignorant morons. "Pathetic." He muttered. He fingered his staff, the 1 foot pole of red steel that could instantly become eleven feet of doom, strengthened beyond all compair. He sighed, the train pulled to a stop.
Ryuji walked out the door calmly, cooly, it drew a few looks. But he could see them already contributing that stance to his powers. He shrugged, and walked up the steps. The underground LA dome seemed to be choked with buildings. Seems they had a lot of work to do, but thankfully the centrel records building was quite obvious. Not like it was hard to remember the layout from the last time he'd been there either. He walked swiftly over to the building and through the doors, looking around. No books, no cabinets, but a great many computer terminals lined the halls. He shrugged and sat down at one.
A few lines of text showed the the files he was looking for were not open to public access. He looked around, then tried a cursory override.
*Denied, Level 7 Access Required*
"Shit." He muttered, looking up again. "Fuck this!" He pulled up a map of the building, and located the server room. He memorised it, got up, and walked swiftly through the halls until he found the appropriate room. Which was sealed off with a led door. "Great." He said, lifting his staff. He didn't bother opening it, instead, he just pointed it at the door, and focused an FTL field around it. A half second later, the doors stood open in front of him, and his staff was half impaled in the far wall. He retreaved it, then went through the server's listed information, until he found the one that required Level 7 access. He pulled the drives, stored them in his coat pockets, and left quickly. Hopefully they'd be none the wiser. But he thought he might have a little trouble getting back out.
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Post by Aurora on Feb 20, 2007 22:08:50 GMT -5
“Right then I’ll take one, you two take the other,” Dave ordered as he vanished from vision his power over light hiding him from view once more. He launched himself over the boulder they had been hiding behind, the A-Class powers surprisingly still hadn’t sensed him, until he collided with the one he was after.
Dave flickered back into view, his fists now ignited with burning pure light, he had knocked the other aside mid flight for James and Stray, and now he was alone with the one he wanted. Dave rolled to his feet, the A-Class was still on the floor, but was up seconds afterwards, spinning in mid air to face Dave. They circled each other momentarily before Dave leapt forward again vanishing from view, to appear behind the A-Class immediately almost as if he had teleported, Dave’s fist connected with his enemies lower back, throwing him forward while Dave just smirked.
“Come on, you’ve got to be better than that,” Dave taunted as the APCARP member got back to his feet, only to send a mass of flame towards him, Dave spun sideways dodging, the flame burning the back of his hoody slightly, “Ah, now that’s more like it.” Dave smiled as he spun round again, his pistols appearing in his hands, the first shot penetrated the fire user’s knee, the second dead smack in the middle of his forehead, killing him. “That was not an A-Class,” Dave frowned, he had expected both shots to be dodged, but they had killed. Either there was only one A-Class guarding what they were after, or something was wrong.
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Post by prime on Feb 20, 2007 22:32:50 GMT -5
The A-Class power Dave had just attempted to kill rose up, his body blazing inferno. "I am the PHOENIX!" He cried defiantly, his wounds healing in seconds. "No mortal can defeat me!" He yelled, flames lashed out towards Dave, a massive inferno generated into a fusion fire, the suns power arcing towards him. Phoenix grinned wickedly. "Die fool!"
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Post by Aurora on Feb 20, 2007 22:48:53 GMT -5
“Oh piss off,” Dave muttered, throwing a hand out towards the A-Class power his hand bunched into a fist, everything around the two warriors grew dark, everything around them was plunged into pitch blackness, the air around them grew cold, the fire went out instantly, the temperature of the place Dave had created putting them out instantly.
“Don’t mess with me fool,” Dave commanded as the lights turned back on and there surroundings became clear to the two again. The A-Class APCARP member looked stunned, it seemed no one had defeated his attack so easily before. Dave shot forward, bringing his knee up, into his opponent’s stomach, making him buckle over only to find his face being met with an uppercut sending him high into the air, his nose broken. The A-Class landed on the ground hard, making him groan in pain as he attempted to get to his feet, he managed it, just, and sent fireball after fireball at Dave in response to his attack.
Dave dodged the first easily, jumping over it, and rolling as he hit the ground straight under the second that was sent on target, he rolled again to the side, as another came at him, and produced one of his guns as he did so, taking aim and firing a slug through the hand of his enemy, to stop him from sending more. The A-Class fell to his knee’s clutching his hand, before hitting the ground with his other, sending a tidal wave of fire at Dave. The light user acted immediately, jumping behind what little cover he could see, he evaded the majority of the attack, but his clothes were mostly burnt now.
“I just fucking washed these,” Dave muttered angrily as he came out from behind his cover, only to find his enemy, in front of him a fist flying at his face, Dave ducked under it, sweeping his foot out knocking the A-Class to the floor. Dave grabbed his opponents head, “Just fucking die,” Dave cursed as he twisted the A-Class’s head round, shattering the spinal cord, before retreating to see how the others were getting on.
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Post by prime on Feb 20, 2007 22:57:55 GMT -5
James ducked on a wave of ice, putting up a psionic screen around Stray to protect her from the other A-Classes attack, and darted forwards to punch the unfortunate man in the head. He fell back, holding his nose. A psionic sword was quickly generated in Jame's hand, waving back and forth with his slightest movement, and between one moment and the next, he disappeared. The A-Class power looked around himself wildly, trying to find James. There was a harsh slashing sound, and the A-Class power was pushed forwards, falling to his knee's, a long cut across his back. He looked around widly, seeking his assailant. Another slash, across his chest the time, blood flying through the air.
The power fell back, crawling through the snow, trying to get away. A boot on his shoulder stopped him, though he still tried to scramble back. He looked pathetic, as James reappeared. "Moron." James said contemtuously, and stabbed him through the chest, scowling.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 20, 2007 23:23:15 GMT -5
"Not sure how well it'll work on them, but..." Trail ran over to Phoenix, instantly causing her spines to fly up violently. She dove into him, elbow first, and made sure the spines penetrated deeply. She then concentrated, making sure he was getting a full dose of as much poison as she could.
"Well, I don't know how well that should work, but that would cause another person to go into a coma... If they were lucky. It's more likely it would kill them. Even if this chap heals up, he's gonna be taking a nap for a while... Well, provided he doesn't denature any of my proteins, and that the broken neck is a rather taxing injury."
Stray turned towards the two. "I was just thinking of something. If these are the best APCARP has, well, doncha think that we can use this against them somehow? Maybe we should do something a little more devious..." She tapped the side of her head with her index finger.
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Post by Aurora on Feb 20, 2007 23:30:43 GMT -5
“Devious?” Dave asked, “What do you mean?” he added, as he approached the other two, glancing slightly at the other A-Class that had been killed. “I have to admit though; these two didn’t seem that strong, you’re sure they were A-Class James? Maybe our intelligence was wrong.” Dave mused as he turned to face the hanger doors, and the main building, the plane Aurora, and the plans they wanted would be in there, they had to get in first.
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Post by prime on Feb 20, 2007 23:55:08 GMT -5
"Go do something evil with those big guns that aircraft has." James said, and teleported Stray into the cockpit, then flooded her mind with basic instructions on how to fly that type of aircraft. The Aurora automatically rolled out of the hanger, its blue and red shell geaming. Its body was ovular, with triangular wings at ninty degree angles on each side and a smaller, though still substantial, one on the top. Two large guns hung down under the wings, they looked powerful. James gestured to Dave. "You and I, however, are gonna head into the base and see if we can't find those plans." James said. "If we can, I could probably back engineer these mothers."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 20, 2007 23:58:02 GMT -5
"Well, either we mentally erase their memories of APCARP, and use them as pawns, or more ethical, capture them and mentally lock away all their powers, then release them. I don't condone more murder than we need. I want to make them pay, like I paid. I want them to suffer being bound up and chained away, see how that is. I don't want to give them the curse, or the mercy, of death." Stray said slowly, feeling the words on her lips. OOC: Same time posting: WEEEEVIL! BIC: Stray looked over the controls. Fairly intuitive. And juding by the way that they were arranged, some of the controls did some VERY nasty things. She pushed a few buttons that seemed labeled for getting things online. There was a few big red buttons she avoided momentarilly. Regardless of power, her teammates were vulnerable to friendly fire with guns the size of trucks. Big ones. She needed to get the hang of this. Grabbing a steering device in front of her, she pulled back, the ship climbing high at breakneck speeds. Pressed back into her seat, she struggled to slow it. She hammered the smallest red button with her palm, while strapping herself in. There was a throbbing noise, and the ship fired two blue rays into the sky. The ship stopped its movement, and was pushed backwards in the air despite the boosters still pushing it. She tapped the red button again, the ship instantly ceasing fire. Easing up on the controls, she started guiding the ship towards the ground.
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Post by prime on Feb 21, 2007 17:42:07 GMT -5
James blinked, "Man, she looks like she's trying to pilot a dead rodent." Jame said, then shook his head and looked at the two powers. "And your right, these two weren't any most powerful than B class, though I could've handled them if they were A-Class powers. My apparition here is an S-Class, and in person I'm guessing I'd rate a Z-Class. Though, personally, I'm happy meditating on my floating mountain." He said thoughtfully. "And Stray has a point, I think I'll lock they're powers away though, I don't want to force them into anything. War is a personal decision, however, punishment must be given for war crimes." He reached into they're minds, and locked away they're powers, also doing his best to repair some of the damage he and Dave had done. The poor idiot who'd be fighting Dave had, sadly, been paralised from the waist down. James refrained from messing with that, if he fucked up, it wouldn't be pretty.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 22, 2007 0:44:34 GMT -5
OOC: You want me to fly this sucker home?
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Post by prime on Feb 22, 2007 2:41:43 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, yes I do.
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