Halo said
I'm hoping to post this afternoon. Sorry for the delay, only been home for 90 mins or so in the past 48 hours, so I haven't had much of a chance.
Lookin forward to it.
Doesn't help that the guild keeps going down.
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Lookin forward to it.
Doesn't help that the guild keeps going down.
Catharyn said
Thank you kindly. <3 One of my better ones, think i kept it mysterious enough too.
Indeed. Sounds like whatever Jack had in his head is not messing around though.
Hes gonna need a full psych work up by the time its all over xD
Catharyn said
Posted. Might add on something for Tali soon, but right now i'm not sure it's necessary?
Probably not.
Good post Cathy.
Halo said
Indeed. Thank you for compensating for my mistake, Siphran. :)
Not a problem Halo!
Catharyn said
I have something real exciting for y'all. <3 Once i've posted i wanna hear your speculation, wanna make sure i don't reveal too much. ^^
Ohhh, exciting.
Tesla knew what was going to happen, Jack had that wide eyed look. He was going to run for it. She was ready. The second he made to move, her aim would shift to the legs and drop the speedy bastard. She'd punch him in the face, cuff him, drag him to the landing pad and pop a beacon. Her job would be done and they could get off of this soon to be pile of rubble.
There was one variable that she hadn't taken into account however, the occupants of previously mentioned building. They didn't like BESC much, and fortunately for Jack, had no qualms attempting to take down an armed SRTU member with nothing more than knives and other melee weapons. Her pistol swung around to confront the biggest threat, a meaty woman wielding a rusty machete. Maybe she could scare them. She leveled her gun at her," STO-" The first swing skidded off of her right forearm plate, Tess brought it up just in time to avoid getting brained. The second swing was pushed away by an open hand slap, an elbow followed shortly after, to the face. The woman hit the ground at the same time as Tesla's pistol. That didn't work quite as planned. Through the crowd she saw Jack throw a man over the rail. She was about to lose her chance.
The moment her eyes flicked to the gun on the ground, a screaming teenager flew out of nowhere, cinder block raised high. Thank the skies these aren't trained combatants. She grabbed the boy's outstretched arms and went to the ground, rolling backwards. Her legs planted firmly on his hips and he went up and over, landing several feet behind her. It was just about then that the thunder started.
Suddenly, people started to fall over sideways, blood and chunks of flesh flying all directions. Training kicked in, and she lay flat to the ground, listening closely. Nine o'clock, two yards. Closest cover is...there. She was up in a flash, face covered in blood and other unspeakable things. Left and right people toppled, but the only thing that had her focus was the concrete divider that was a few meters away. A man got in her way, one of the few still focusing on killing her. She grabbed his wrist, pulled him down, and rolled right over him. He seemed surprised to get away scratch free, until his legs were blown out from under him. The sound was deafening.
Somehow, amidst the carnage, she had managed to find and return her pistol to her holster, even more surprisingly she had made it to cover without dying. Jack was gone though. "Fuck!" She screamed to no one in particular. One job, he had been right there. I should have just pulled the trigger and plugged his ass. There was still hope though, the doors to the gantry were right there.
After resolving to a painful and violent death, she dashed the concrete and sprinted to the hangar. It was jam packed with residents. Children, men, women, armed and unarmed. She heard a chirp in her head, her attention was pulled to a particular part of the scene. Jack. The black van was already lifting away, enforcers pulling the man bodily into the vehicle. More in frustration than any actual hope, her pistol appeared in her hand, and she emptied all ten rounds into the bulkhead of the vehicle. To no avail of course.
The vehicle rose out of sight.
Then Tesla became aware of the silence that even her pumping blood couldn't mask. Her head chirped, again and again and again. Red outlines appeared everywhere. She slowly turned, scanning the crowd. Im in a lot of trouble. Slowly, she reached behind her back, thumbing the button on a small grey cylinder, it flashed red in response, then began strobing intense IR at 60 times a minute. At the same time, it broadcast a simple text message to every single wireless receiver in the area: BESC ID: SRTU18420 IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION REQUIRED. 36°52'36.55"N 119°46'43.76"W
The mech sauntered up to the door, multiple barrels spinning as it mowed down figures in the corridor. She barely had enough time to duck behind a burnt out, old model family sedan before all hell broke loose. Three extra mags and nowhere to go. If it was easy it would be someone elses job. Lead, fire, and a smile was what her assailants were met with. Easy wasn't in her vocabulary.
There was one variable that she hadn't taken into account however, the occupants of previously mentioned building. They didn't like BESC much, and fortunately for Jack, had no qualms attempting to take down an armed SRTU member with nothing more than knives and other melee weapons. Her pistol swung around to confront the biggest threat, a meaty woman wielding a rusty machete. Maybe she could scare them. She leveled her gun at her," STO-" The first swing skidded off of her right forearm plate, Tess brought it up just in time to avoid getting brained. The second swing was pushed away by an open hand slap, an elbow followed shortly after, to the face. The woman hit the ground at the same time as Tesla's pistol. That didn't work quite as planned. Through the crowd she saw Jack throw a man over the rail. She was about to lose her chance.
The moment her eyes flicked to the gun on the ground, a screaming teenager flew out of nowhere, cinder block raised high. Thank the skies these aren't trained combatants. She grabbed the boy's outstretched arms and went to the ground, rolling backwards. Her legs planted firmly on his hips and he went up and over, landing several feet behind her. It was just about then that the thunder started.
Suddenly, people started to fall over sideways, blood and chunks of flesh flying all directions. Training kicked in, and she lay flat to the ground, listening closely. Nine o'clock, two yards. Closest cover is...there. She was up in a flash, face covered in blood and other unspeakable things. Left and right people toppled, but the only thing that had her focus was the concrete divider that was a few meters away. A man got in her way, one of the few still focusing on killing her. She grabbed his wrist, pulled him down, and rolled right over him. He seemed surprised to get away scratch free, until his legs were blown out from under him. The sound was deafening.
Somehow, amidst the carnage, she had managed to find and return her pistol to her holster, even more surprisingly she had made it to cover without dying. Jack was gone though. "Fuck!" She screamed to no one in particular. One job, he had been right there. I should have just pulled the trigger and plugged his ass. There was still hope though, the doors to the gantry were right there.
After resolving to a painful and violent death, she dashed the concrete and sprinted to the hangar. It was jam packed with residents. Children, men, women, armed and unarmed. She heard a chirp in her head, her attention was pulled to a particular part of the scene. Jack. The black van was already lifting away, enforcers pulling the man bodily into the vehicle. More in frustration than any actual hope, her pistol appeared in her hand, and she emptied all ten rounds into the bulkhead of the vehicle. To no avail of course.
The vehicle rose out of sight.
Then Tesla became aware of the silence that even her pumping blood couldn't mask. Her head chirped, again and again and again. Red outlines appeared everywhere. She slowly turned, scanning the crowd. Im in a lot of trouble. Slowly, she reached behind her back, thumbing the button on a small grey cylinder, it flashed red in response, then began strobing intense IR at 60 times a minute. At the same time, it broadcast a simple text message to every single wireless receiver in the area: BESC ID: SRTU18420 IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION REQUIRED. 36°52'36.55"N 119°46'43.76"W
The mech sauntered up to the door, multiple barrels spinning as it mowed down figures in the corridor. She barely had enough time to duck behind a burnt out, old model family sedan before all hell broke loose. Three extra mags and nowhere to go. If it was easy it would be someone elses job. Lead, fire, and a smile was what her assailants were met with. Easy wasn't in her vocabulary.
Halo said
Oh, shit! Sorry, I read this:and this from PMs:As meaning that the other teams had activated their beacons - and as they know that Tess has run off after Jack... I suppose they wouldn't know where Tess was though. An oversight on my part - what I'll do is wipe the post, keep it on my computer, and repost it with appropriate edits once the time is right. My apologies, I wasn't paying enough attention to the details.
Its fine, happens to me all the time. Getting excited to post, and reading a tad bit fast.
I'll have my post up asap.
Halo said
Teehee. :3 I can change it if it's an issue - I just liked the idea of some more... coherency, I guess? Between each character. It's why I'm (very slowly) building up this reference page of all the little details. Sharing sayings/idioms, or drinking the same drinks, or, indeed, coming across the same weapons, makes it seem all the more as if we're all in the same world. There's a sense of unity, that way - maybe unity is a better word than coherency. But, on the other hand, I really don't want to be seen to steal people's ideas, so I will absolutely go and change it if you'd prefer that.<3
Oh no, thats not an issue at all. I just like to complain about sharing.
Good post, just one small thing. Tess hasn't activated the beacon quite yet, being focused on shooting herself some Jack.
Halo said
Well, it took me quite a while to find the images for the appearance - I wanted to make sure the style of the armour at least sorta fitted with Artesa Jou's, considering both Amis and Artesa are part of specialist BESC units. I also had to make a couple of edits to the section describing the Maglev after I'd written it, after having double-checked some stuff on railguns. But once I'd done the research , it took me maybe 45 minutes to an hour? Why?Or maybe it just says I need to work on my writing so as to be less dull! ;P I'm very much outta practice. And all right; I'll start tonight but probably won't finish until tomorrow. :)
Stealin all our shiny kit. Pah.
Yay Hyperion and Jim Raynor Ganka Horza.
All right, I'll post right after you then Sparx.
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