“Time to move?”
[Detecting airborne heat signatures incoming from nine o’ clock.]
“Alright, babies! They don’t seem that tough. Chimpy, can I take them - OH MY GOD! THEY’RE GOING FOR THE AUXILIARY BOOSTERS! DIE, INCOMPREHENSIBLE PIECES OF ZEGGIR SHIT!”

Two missiles erupted from the once calm and relatively unperturbed rocket pods. Two missiles hit their targets on one very unfortunate assault craft, who, in his fiery blindness, careened into his equally unfortunate comrade. Two ships spiraled down in flames to the very unfortunate pedestrians in the street below.
“X-398 assault gunships, rocket pods and gatling gun with infrared sights. Man, the Four Ponies’ toilet paper must be galactic bank bonds.”
 He gave an unseen smile from under his helmet. “But ain’t nobody’s that rich. Evasive maneuvers, Chimp.”

The last few words before temporarily cutting off his comms and a sudden lurch in altitude were “they don’t call me Acrobat for nothing.”

Ogre heard his orders, finish them off before moving on. He liked it. Ogre swung his axe left into the neck of a hostile, the axe revving inwards a couple of inches into he enemy before Ogre twirled around and fired two plasma shots which buried themselves into the chest of another enemy. A sword came swinging down from nowhere and Ogre just managed to block it. The two weapons locked as a man of similar size pushed his weight onto his sword. Ogre pushed back and then realized the enemy's belly was exposed. Ogre grinned evilly as he put his gun point blank there and fired multiple shots into the brute. The body went limp and made a satisfying thud as Ogre turned and made his way to the door. He kicked it in and aimed at the hallway infront of him, waiting for hostiles. "Door breached sir!" He yelled to Jason.

It was supposed to be a simple task. Grab some intel about some people called the horsemen, play some poker, get out. Simple. But things got complicated as soon as tried stepping out of the building. He was dazed by a haymaker to the face as he stepped out the door, then subdued by three security guards when he tried to fight back. He could take more than a few punches, but when three heavily muscled guys catch you by surprise and start going to town on you, it’d take some doing to come out on top. He didn’t have the close up combat know how to do so.

Damn. How did you get yourself into this one, Zane? You’re strapped to a chair, awaiting execution by experimental drug inoculation. Not your finest moment, buddy. Morgana and Jonson are probably gone, and you and this girl are apparently next. Looking over at his fellow captive, he leaned backward to see how exactly she was tied up. He couldn’t see his own hands, but if they were tied the same way, he could try to get himself free by using hers as a guide. He really wished he had his armor right about now.
Electronic handcuffs. Great. He needed some kind of hacking tool to open these.

“Hey. Butterfly. We’ve got electrolock handcuffs. You got any tricks up your sleeves to get outta here before Mr. Druggie comes back?”

White.....

pure.white.

That's what the room was. that was what the chair color was. The brightest, blinding and most depressing color in the world...and Jakoba was surrounded by it. Even though the woman hated people like 'Death', she couldn't help but congratulate him on knowing how to effectively numb his guinea pigs without injections or pills. For some time now she had been propped up against the uncomfortable seat, neatly placed in a row with her surviving team members as they awaited their deaths..... contemplating what had happened that had gotten them there and how it could have been prevented. How the guards could weed them out within minutes with nothing on you but a secure channel ear piece and a simple dress made her wonder day and night. the possibilities were endless. The young woman was lost in thought as the horseman and his assistants entered and exited the room, only to be brought back from the familiar voice of Leo.

Jakoba turned her head over so that she could look at his restraints, noting the slightly bulky and sleek shape, along with the familiar hue of it. "Electrolock handcuffs are powered by multiple parallel circuits....." The woman thought aloud as she looked around the lab, as if brainstorming what to do "When the rotating arms meet the base, the main circuit running through it will power up more and pull the arm further down until it can't go down any further, and then the titanium alloy pins are pushed into their respective sockets. This means trying to break the arms off is out of the question.". Nothing in the room could be used. The chairs were not rigid enough to help damage it and Death was smart enough to keep anything that could near the walls. One smart, sadistic man. "The only way to get pass these cuffs is to short circuit them or acquire the key to unlock them. The short circuit would likely kill us due to the electricity being set free into our body or the fire it starts, and the keys....don't get me started. Do you got any ideas or do you want to sit until whoever is out there gets down here?"

Things were going well for the Infiltration team and they got back to the garage without incident but that's is as far as the easy sailing went. As the team got them prepared a group of Ten armed guards bust into the garage combing the area for the infiltration team. As soon as one of the guards noticed the team he whistled alerting the others before bringing up his rifle and opening fire.

There they were. Ten armed guards coming straight for the three of them clustered around Jason's gleaming red car, and advancing quickly. Vanessa was in the middle of pulling on her fairly lightweight shield gauntlet when she first noticed them. One of them caught sight of her and signaled to the others, and soon enough, the whole group of them was running towards the trio. Turning her head sharply in the other direction, Vanessa noticed that Acacia had her shotgun hefted in her hand. Vanessa reached for her slightly antiquated gun and made sure it was loaded and ready to fire.

I really need a better gun, she thought wryly to herself, noticing the weaponry that both Acacia and Genesis wielded. Shaking her head at her own flighty nature, Vanessa glanced up and saw that the guards were getting closer and closer. Oh, shit Vanessa cursed inwardly. She circled around behind the car, which put her in a relatively safe position-for now. No guarantees to the safety of the car though, and if the enemy decided to close off the rear (which, admittedly, was something anyone with a functioning brain would do), well, to put it bluntly; she'd be screwed over.

"You guys ready for this?" Vanessa asked warily, waiting for one of the guards to get in range. She had no idea what type of armor they'd have on, but hopefully the bullets that she had previously loaded into her firearm would penetrate it. If not, then.....Vanessa really didn't want to finish her thought.

Ah! Right there! Vanessa squeezed the trigger, and a bullet shot straight out of weapon, whizzing past the guard in the front, missing him by a few inches. "Goddammit!" Vanessa exclaimed. However, there was no time to linger on the missed mark. The guards had now opened fire, and Vanessa ducked as a bullet ricocheted off the top of the car. She winced. "Sorry, Jason," she muttered, peering over the roof of the once flawless car, facing the incoming guards that were now trying to surround her, Acacia, and Genesis.

"Looks like your car is gonna get more than just a scratch."

Acacia barely had time to take her jacket off before the parking lot patrol crashed the party. Without her armor to negate the smaller bullets, her sword was reduced to a suicide tactic. She has to play this one pretty close to the chest. Bullets pinged and ricocheted around them as Acacia loaded her lever action gun with standard shells. These guys were efficient, closing in around them with a vice grip. All bunched up like this, Acacia and the others were like fish in a barrel. They need room to breath and shoot. Whipping out a little remote, she changed the channel to what was labeled '2'.

clack clack BOOM

One of the explosives she booby trapped the cars with earlier went off, lighting the one car on fire. The enemy broke formation slightly, distracted by the fireworks. Some one should've taught them to keep their eye on the ball. Popping up, Acacia let out a shot hitting one in the shoulder before popping down again to avoid a spray of gun powder.

clack clack BOOM

Another car lit like a match. They all flinched simultaneously, and this time one guy was caught in the explosion. Acacia took the opportunity to move position behind a concrete pillar, trying to spread out so they won't all be taken out by one grenade. "I'm running out of bombs, make every shot count!" she shouted to the others, blind firing from cover. 10 vs 3, she's seen worst odds before.

"Did you hear that?" Zane turned to his fellow captive.
"There's a lack of guards around here, isn't there... maybe something's taking their attention?"
Then, another distinct explosion. A grenade? No. A car bomb. Years of experience in combat situations rendered him adept at identifying explosions, weapons fire, and origin points of each. "Two car bombs in the garage. That can't be a coincidence."

The firefight lasted only moments. The men, while well trained, were not expecting the cars near them to explode. About half of them were killed instantly, and the other half was too shocked to take cover in time. Most emptied their weapons into the car and by the time they tried to reload were picked off.

By the time the dust had cleared, Ten bodies were on the floor in pools of their own blood. Jason's car had been shot up so badly it was doubtful it would ever run again. Craters and the scorched skeletons of cars remained where the car bombs were triggered, and fires still burned, eating the interiors of the vehicles and gradually filling the garage with the smell of burning rubber and gasoline. Rubble still fell from the ceiling and walls where pieces were chipped off by bullets.

A low moan was heard just on the other side of Jason's car, and a radio squawked to life on one of the bodies. "Bravo team, fall back to the elevators! Step to, rookies!"

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"Has the serum run its course?"
"The subjects are resisting, sir. It will take a bit more time for it to run its course. They are both showing physical signs of the serum's work, however."
"Good. Perhaps they'll be ready to greet our... guests."

(godmodding a bit here. Sorry, but nobody is going anywhere otherwise cus NOBODY IS POSTING)

-Timeskip-

The Assault team fought their way to the elevator and the infil team meets them there.

Everyone gets on the elevator where cheesy elevator music plays and is cut off by a voice

"Ah. They finally got desperate enough to hire you rejects. I was wondering who would be stupid enough to face the horsemen. No matter. I'll prepare a few... special serums for each of you. I do so love to add new creations to my collection. Why, I've just added two more not an hour ago! I believe you may know them. Captain Morgana and lieutenant Jonson"

The elevators open and at the other end of the room were two humanoid creatures. One female and one male.
"I'm sure your friends will be happy to entertain you, though their transformations aren't complete yet. I have many more serums to test, and soon you'll be my new test subjects!"
With inhuman speed, the creatures charge intent on ripping each and every one of the team limb from limb.

(sorry been busy)

Vanessa stood inside the elevator, slightly worse for wear but otherwise unharmed. She was grateful that Acacia had thought to set the car bombs; otherwise they could have been overwhelmed by the guards. The rest of the infiltration team met up with the assault team, and as they waited inside the elevator, it seemed a bit anticlimactic and ironic in a way when the cheerful elevator tune started playing.

"Ah. They finally got desperate enough to hire you rejects. I was wondering who would be stupid enough to face the horsemen. No matter. I'll prepare a few... special serums for each of you. I do so love to add new creations to my collection. Why, I've just added two more not an hour ago! I believe you may know them. Captain Morgana and lieutenant Jonson"

Taking a step back in momentary confusion, Vanessa barely had any time to register the words that had come on overhead, abruptly interrupting the far more pleasant music. A split second later, the doors to the elevator slid smoothly open and in stepped two unnervingly human-like creatures, save for a few alien features. Vanessa didn't have a chance to fully process what they said before two creatures ran towards them. She had hardly enough time to raise her gun before they ran so quickly that it looked like the pair had transformed into an indistinct blur and they began to attack.

Ogre waited near the front of the elevator, towering over everyone. When the man was speaking, Ogre readied himself, with his axe in both of his hands and his pistol holstered. The doors finally opened and thetwo cretures came straight for them. Ogre charged straight back, revving his chainaxe. One of the creatures jumped up at him, and Ogre could only extend his arms quick enough for defense. The mutation began gnashing at his face but the long hilt of the axe spread across it's chest, stopping him do any real damage and Ogre pinned it to the wall. He didn't know where the other creature was but Ogre had to deal with this one first.

Aaron was the last to enter the elevator, and he had to practically shove the smaller Genesis and Vanessa out of his way to make room for his large form while he muttered apologies, then stood rather awkwardly in the middle. "Everyone's still alive, right?" His eyes scanned across the mercenaries. "We-" but he was cut off by a cruel, mocking voice over the intercom. Something about the arrogant confidence of the man made his blood boil. He rolled his eyes and unprofessionally ignored the voice on the intercom, assuming from the tone that he was only bragging or taunting. Because he paid little attention, he was surprised and caught off guard when the doors abruptly opened and the team was confronted with two grotesque, half-human creatures.

They both sped forward with frightening speed, and almost right away one was locked in a struggle with Ogre. Aaron tried to stay calm, panicking would only create more danger. He turned and focused his ion beam on the base of the other creature, hoping to damage it's legs and cripple or at least slow it. The thing yelped and skid across the metal floor to land a few feet in front of Aaron- who backed up and attempted to focus the beam for another shot before it stood back up.

The creature shoved ogre back, hard enough to lift him off his feet and make him land on his back about 15 feet away. The one he was fighting was decidedly male, with the nameplate still reading Jonson, but stained with blood and other strange fluids. Its inverted legs allowed it to spring at ogre once again with very little delay. If he didn't react fast enough, the creature would be right on top of him.

Aaron's quick reaction with his shooting caught the female in the leg, causing it to collapse when she next put weight on it. The wound, however, closed almost immediately and seemed to absorb the ion beam's energy... In fact, the beam somehow made the creature emit an energy very similar to the ion signature. It got to both legs again and began to walk towards the Hissho, ignoring the others in the elevator. Its hips swayed and its face morphed itself into a smirk with her tongue running over her top lip, giving an impression reminiscent of a woman sauntering toward a man she liked. It was an image out of place in this combat zone.

Ogre was sent flying for perhaps the first time in ages, and was staring at the ceiling in an instant. He gripped his axe tight and immediately looked back at the creature who was now ready to pounce. Ogre revved the axe and swung it from left to right one handed as soon as the creature leapt. Ogre was too slow to land a solid hit but ,anaged to escape the creature's jaws, which were now biting at the axe handle. Ogre used his spare hand to draw his pistol and shoot it in the head, twice. After shooting at the humanoid creature, Ogre swung his arm round and drew his sights at the back of the creature. "Hey!!!" Ogre shouted at the more feminine creature, still just aiming.

The feminine creature's head tilted slightly to one side as she turned toward the voice. It seemed confused to see Ogre on his back with his gun trained on her forehead. Its expression of confusion turned to one of seduction, and a mental wave washed over the area. The creature spoke in a hypnotic voice, as if several different women were speaking through her. "Oh, you naughty boy. Can't wait til we're alone can you? You want to lay me down on the floor right here?"

The many varying tones blended together like beautiful music, which was strange coming from such a strange and grotesque creature. It focused all its ability on Aaron and Ogre, as they were currently the only two pointing weapons at her. Meanwhile, the male's body began to bubble and bulge, reconstructing the parts blown away bit by bit.

Vanessa whipped her head around in alarm as the creatures began to attack. She squeezed the trigger a couple of times, but the bullets whizzed harmlessly past the pair. She cursed violently under her breath as Ogre engaged the male one in battle, unable to get a clear shot on him. Her eyes frantically searched for the female creature until Vanessa was able to pinpoint her climbing back to her feet, strolling coquettishly over towards Aaron, puzzling Vanessa for a moment. She watched with a mixture of fascination and horror topped with fear as the male climbed started to get back up after Ogre shot it in the head. Vanessa aimed and sent a few bullets in the direction of him, despite the fact that the bullets only seemed to stop him temporarily.

A new wave of surprise struck Vanessa as the female's mesmerizing voice began to wash over the team members. The euphony filled the elevator, and before she had a chance to consider that the creatures seemed to be unharmed by bullets, Vanessa fired four or five shots towards the female creature, hoping to at least disable her for enough time so the team could get their bearings.

The creatures suddenly froze, their flesh bubbling, then popped open, spewing a black fluid everywhere.
The same voice from before comes over the speakers
"Damn. Seems I didn't give the subjects enough time to fully settle into their new host bodies. No matter. War and I will be waiting... If you want something done right, do it yourself."
The sound of a door unlocking is heard on the other side of the room.

A sigh of relief escaped Jakoba's lips as she saw the doors starting to open, her body relaxing in the restraints as she waited. "HEY, CAN YOU HELP US PLEASE!?!?" She called out "IT WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED!". Her anger was hidden near perfectly from sight, only a hint of it escaping into her words as she enjoyed the thought of killing death. Morgana was rather close to a big sister to her, and Johnson...well, she didn't like him....atleast Zane was still alive and kicking, he made a good object to hoist her up onto ledges

As soon as the doors opened, Zane started thinking about where his armor would be. Luckily he had a locator implant in his wrist that would lead him straight to it... Once he could reach it, that is. When he realized there was somebody out there from butterfly's yelling, a small smile appeared on his face. He was itching to give his captors a good fight in his suit. He was willing to bet they had never seen a 9 foot tall mech fighting like a Hissho.
After a few moments without a response from outside, he yelled out "Anybody there? Need some help over here!"

He waited, straining to see through the door towards who he hoped were his saviors. "HEY! WHAT'S TAKING YOU GUYS?! STILL KINDA STUCK HERE!"