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Post by Q on Mar 26, 2008 13:20:10 GMT -5
"Ten minutes? If Sly here's as good as he's cracked up to be, then yeah, we can do it. Might be close, though." Even as he spoke, Cal was already bending down to start work on the first lock.
Max took a deep breath, and sighed. Working with that damned Mazone... how did I get myself into this? he thought bitterly. "I don't like this," he said, just loudly enough for the others to hear. "I've seen bank vaults with less security than this. Telepathic sweeps, the anti-meta device... and all those high-level trainers? I think the League has more to protect than just one 'rogue trainer's' Pokemon."
"Yer not chickenin' out, are ya Milen?" Cal quipped, not even looking up from his work.
"Too late for that, Calzone," Max replied. Cal grunted, but otherwise ignored the dig. "I'm just saying that we should be on our guard. I think we're going to find a lot more on the other side of these obstacles than one ex-Gym Leader's Pokemon. What I don't know is what."
Still hard at work, Cal piped up. "Maxxy here is right. Dere's no way all dis is just to keep Zeb and his team apart. Dis many locks, dey gotta be hidin' something nobody's supposed ta know about. Can't say I like playin' hero, but I gotta feelin' I'm gonna be glad I came."
OOC: Pretty short, but should at least help keep the plot moving.
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Post by bulbaboy on Mar 26, 2008 15:36:38 GMT -5
OOC- I'll have to re-read the topic again before I post. Also Homework. So if not tomorrow then Deffintly Friday.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 26, 2008 19:02:44 GMT -5
"I might not know the full truth of it, but I've heard rumors. The League needs to dump Pokémon somewhere." Zebedee turned to the others, nodding slightly.
"What else would they do with all of the experimental Pokémon they've obtained from Team Rocket? Illegal to use in practice, too pricely to simply euthanize, why not hold onto them and experiment?" Zebedee muttered gruffly, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"I don't KNOW what they've got, but I could give a pretty good ballpark guess. Pokémon and technology too dangerous for the outside world to use in the course of training." Zebedee closed his eyes, concentrating on maintaining the cloaking effect.
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Post by bulbaboy on Apr 1, 2008 20:04:24 GMT -5
Sly had already pried a panel off one of the electronic locks and was working on splicing one of the wires from his helmet into the circuit board. Mew floated upside down in the air near him holding the helmet and gloves.
“Mew?” it asked as it gave the helmet an uneasy look.
<No it’s not going to shock you this time.> Sly answered as he used the blunt edge of his tail blade to push some wires out of his way.
Carefully he threaded the wire through before attaching a clip to hold it in place. Mew helped Sly place the helmet over his head and the gloves on his hands. Once every thing was situated he activated the device. The chip in his head created a slight tingling sensation as it interfaced with helmet transiting code directly into Sly’s conscious mind. His gloved hands moved through the air as if he were typing.
<Interesting. They have the security systems for the door completely separate from the rest of the network. There’s no way for me to get access to the rest of the buildings computers from here but there’s all no way for them t know we’ve broken in till they make the sweep.>
Sly continued to override each digital lock while Cal diligently made short work of the others. When the last digital lock clicked open he pulled off his gear and placed it back in his satchel. The mention of Team Rocket caused Sly to become more alert.
During the war Sly had done many horrible and atrocious acts in the name of Team Rocket. None of which he could easily forget. One of his stalk-eyes glanced towards the door that Cal was still picking locks at. More than likely most of the confiscated TR material and pokemon would be from the current Team Rocket which was nothing more than a band of thugs. But if anything dated back to the war…
<I think once we’re in our first objective should be finding a computer terminal that I can hack into so we can figure out where the main control room is. From there it will be easier to coordinate the next objective which is getting Lee’s pokemon back. If we can I wish find where they’re keeping Minase if she’s being held here at all.>
OOC – Ack.. I really don’t think this post was very good but at least I finally got it done…
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Post by bulbaboy on Apr 7, 2008 17:33:58 GMT -5
OOC-Lee is now in charge of my characters in this topic until further notice.
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Post by Q on Apr 13, 2008 12:47:46 GMT -5
"So, what're we standin' 'round here for?" said Cal, impatiently. "Da door's open, an' I thought we didn't have time to waste."
Max smiled. "He's right, ya know. Let's go, guys. I'm still a little worried about what we'll find at the other end of this maze, but we've come way too far to turn back now. Cal said there should be some sort of markings that'll indicate the right route. Chances are, they'll be visible to humans, but just in case, anyone with Pokémon that could help out, now's the time. Remember, no psychics. They'll be detected." I just hope my own psychic abilities don't make me light up that detector, thought Max. The longer we go before they know we're here, the better.
Max considered, then carefully pulled a Pokéball from his belt. "Steelshock, you're on." A quick flash revealed a mechanical Pokémon that looked like it had been cobbled together from three steel balls and six horseshoe magnets. "They wouldn't have any kind of sound detector in the maze," Max said. "Too many false positives. Steelshock, try using Supersonic, see if it gives you any idea about the layout of that maze." Steelshock hovered just past the opened door, and emitted a series of pulses, intending to listen to the returning pulses like sonar. Ten seconds passed. Twenty. Steelshock turned in mid-air, and its eyes all half-closed. "Darn, guess they thought of that one," thought Max. "The walls of the maze must absorb sound. Thanks for trying, Steelshock." Silently, Steelshock vanished back into its Pokéball.
Max turned to the others. "Well, shall we?"
OOC: Can't do much else until Lee advances the plot. Looking forward to seeing how this one develops from here.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 15, 2008 23:18:58 GMT -5
OOC: DJK, DL, Kaz, could I see your picks for your parties? I've got the league's muscle planned out, but I want to put them in a fair fight with us.
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Post by Q on Oct 16, 2008 15:51:46 GMT -5
OOC: I tend not to decide whether a particular Pokemon is in Max's party until it becomes a plot point, but... let's say Max's party is Espy/Hera/Steelshock/Quickflame/Highfeather/Dragonite. As for Cal, he only has a party's worth, so he's got all of 'em along.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 16, 2008 1:48:51 GMT -5
<Certainly.> Sly said, and gestured with his foreleg. Mew understood the gesture, coasting through the door with an unearthly silence. A pink bubble surrounded the psychic creature, a precaution in case any booby traps were waiting for the group. It turned back towards the entryway, and gestured. Instantly, the hallway, shrouded in darkness, now lit up.
<Suspicious... I thought that the devices they had in place would be active here. As is, maybe we could launch some sort of attack that would-> Sly paused, watching Mew start to turn the corner. The bubble disappeared in a straight line, as if it was going behind something, until Mew tumbled roughly to the floor. It squealed in a mixture of surprise and pain, trying instinctively to raise a defensive forcefield. Realizing the lack of effect, it turned tail and fled back to Sly, leaping into his arms.
<I'm sorry, Mew... I know how you don't like to be helpless, but we really have to do this.> Sly stroked his friend's head reassuringly, straightening out the disshevelled fur.
<It's no good. From what I saw, starting at that bend there, anything beyond normal life functions ceases. Max, you're lucky that SteelShock didn't go any further, or it might have gotten stuck being unable to fly.> Sly paused, thinking. <Not that I'm accusing you of being a reckless trainer or anything. I was worse, with what happened to Mew.> Sly took a few steps forwards, heading towards the door.
"You going first? You sure about that?" Zebedee touched Sly's side lightly, catching his attention.
<I should. It's only fair, and even without powers, I'm still better off than humans are.>
"Well, go ahead then. We've got about forty seconds left, so no time to pussyfoot around."
<Okay.> Sly took a powerful bound, hooves only touching the floor long enough for him to angle himself towards the next hallway. He sprung out of sight. <Wha-> Sly's thoughtspeak was cut off, the only noise being the muffled sounds of his steps.
<Sly? What's going on, man?> Zebedee thought, the only signs of his confused thoughts to the Andalite being a look of surprise crossing his face.
"We're going in after him." He muttered briefly, and then lunged into the hallway. Instead of turning, he simply kicked off of the outside wall, turning in midleap. The rest of the group followed briskly after him, Cal closing the door behind them and punching the autolock mechanism on the inside of the wall, right below the lightswitch.
As they turned the corner, the came upon Zebedee, stuck behind Sly. The alien was in perfect health, though somewhat irrately stepping through an area with dozens of jagged metal shapes jutting through the floor. The area around them had seemingly also changed almost instantly, the wall after the corner being painted a shade of pitch black until it just suddenly ended. Instead of walls, partial sheets of rosy glasslike substance enclosed the group's pathway. Some similar shards hung from the ceiling, these a shade of regal purple. Spaces between the two revealed a massive, gaping space. Directly beside their pathway was what appeared to be a drop of almost fifty feet, and to the other side, a metal wall behind the vitrious barrier.
"Well, spare no expense, of course." Zebedee muttered, glancing around warily.
OOC: LIVE!
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Post by Q on Nov 18, 2008 8:01:12 GMT -5
OOC: *Uses Phoenix Down on topic*
BIC:"Geez, who's responsible for dis one? A game designer?" Cal quipped. "Waitaminnit. I gotta idea. Dat anti-meta device can't change da laws of physics, and I gotta bad feelin' 'bout this. Beedrill, yer on." Cal grabbed a Pokeball from his pocket, and dropped it in front of himself. There was a brilliant red flash, which quickly resolved itself into a large yellow bee with stingers on two forelegs and its hindsection.
Max gasped, then smiled. On the one hand, it was pretty gutsy for Cal to be calling on Beedrill with Max standing right there. On the other hand, it was a pretty clever idea. Unlike Steelshock, which could easily be rendered unable to move with a strong enough magnetic force, Beedrill's flight was mechanical, and the bee Pokemon was small enough to be able to fly without a large amount of open space.
Apparently, though, Cal had overestimated his mastery of Beedrill. The moment Beedrill saw Max, it buzzed over to him, and pointed all three of its stingers at Cal. "Looks like Beedrill won't be listening to you anymore," said Max, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "Guess you'll be back with me sooner rather than later, friend."
Cal grunted. "Fine, fine, ye can have da little stinger back. But we gotta job to do, and ye already got six Pokemon wit' ya."
Max bristled, then sighed. "Damn it. You're right. Beedrill, just until we're done here, listen to Cal. Remember, Mazone, I'm gonna hold you to what you said. If you try to leave here with Beedrill, it'll be the last mistake you ever make."
"I already said ya could have back Beedrill. I may be a thief, but I don't break my word -- often. Especially not when it can bite me in da butt. Now, den, here's what I'm thinkin'." Cal reached into his jacket, and pulled out a long rope. "Dose spikes look like dey'll be pretty hard for a human to get past without gettin' stuck. Hitmonlee, c'mere." Another red flash, and a long-legged fighting Pokemon was standing next to the thief. "Hitmonlee, give the wall behind us a good kick."
"Are you crazy?" said Max. "How do you know that won't set off an alarm?"
"No point in puttin' an alarm dere. Now, shut up an' listen." Cal reached into his jacket again, pulling out what looked like two large eyebolts. "Here's what we do. Hitmonlee'll make a lil' hole in the wall at this end. I put dis eyebolt in dere, tie in one end of da rope. Beedrill goes past da spikes, makes a hole in da wall at that end, puts da other eyebolt in. Voila. Instant tightrope. Easier dan tryin' to walk through da spikes. Beedrill, once ya got da bolt in over there, scout ahead, see what else we got ta deal wit'." Seeing Max's bemused look, Cal smiled. "What? It ain't like I ain't had to do 'tings like dis before. You should see what else I got in my little bag of tricks."
OOC: Lee, I'll let you decide what comes of this little plan.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 18, 2008 19:37:21 GMT -5
OOC: I'm gonna wait a bit in case BB/DL wanna do something.
But don't worry about messing this up. The maze is supposed to be a bit of problem solving.
One reminder, just to keep it in mind, is that the anti-meta device affects any ability beyond the normal capacity of a human or animal. So telepathy is dampened/stopped, and hovering/stuff like that don't work. (Since you only used mundane abilities that post, though, it's fine.)
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Post by Q on Nov 20, 2008 8:41:48 GMT -5
OOC: Well, if you want to be hyper-technical, I described a plan that would only involve mundane abilities, but yeah. I just hope it didn't feel too contrived that Cal happened to be carrying those things.
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