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Posted by: Cobalt Greywalker - 04-26-2010, 09:52 PM - Forum: Fenspace
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And it's time again for a story. This is set directly after LoGG. Any comments would be welcome.
< ... >: Comms
~ ... ~: Thoughts
Industrial Zone, Kandor City, Luna
Thursday June 6, 2013
22:30 KCT
"See ya Grant."
With a wave over his shoulder Grant made his way to his small apartment. Sure, it wasn't much but it was close to work.
Yawning, he pulled out his key card. He'd been up for 16 hours now, and he needed some sleep. Swiping his key through the slot, the man moved forward as the door slid to the side, then stopped.
Sat in front of him was a well dressed, beautiful woman in a long coat, sitting calmly with gloved hands on crossed legs and smiling pleasantly.
"Ah. Mr Daniel Armstrong. So nice of you to arrive."
The man froze as his heart damn near exploded. His vambrace computer, hidden under his sleeve, detected the sudden raise in pulse and ran a special program. Detecting where it was and what had been said, it triggered the taps in the fibre-optic cable and slammed the door shut in his face.
***
Three minutes earlier.
Having finished recording the evidence, the raven haired woman put a chair in front of the door. As she sat down, her newly minted Captain's bar gleamed on the lapels of her coat.
A.C. considered the operation S.H.I.E.L.D. was engaged in. Kasumi, Andy and Greenpeace were in different zones helping out, with Eddie and the Tachikomas helping with the blockade and Lebia on overwatch with Jarvis. That meant she didn't have backup, and anyway a Tachikoma wouldn't fit in the corridors around here.
Tracking down the various data-trails from Stellvia was taking up a fair bit of police time. Hopefully the information Eddie and Lebia had collected was proving useful.
Lebia's voice came over the tac-net.
A.C. sub-vocalised, crossing her legs and arranging herself with a pleasant smile.
With a beep, the door slid open and her target stopped in surprise at her presence.
"Ah. Mr Daniel Armstrong." A.C. said calmly. "So nice of you to arrive."
Watching his eyes widen in shock, she knew that they'd got their man.
And then the door slammed shut.
A.C. blinked, then was at the door pressing the opener with no response. From the outside she heard thunks, as if the fire doors were coming down. Coming quickly to a decision she dropped to the back wall, set herself, and charged.
The door may have been tough, but it wasn't designed to take two and a half tons hitting it at a little over 30 kph. It folded around A.C.'s shoulder and pulled itself out of the fitting, then flew across the corridor to hit the wall as the combat cyborg stopped as soon as she was through.
~ Damn. ~ She thought to herself after a quick look around. The fire doors WERE down. On both sides.
"Overwatch!" A.C. barked.
Lebia replied.
"Roger." A.C. pulled her ribbon-sword out. "Sorry Jarvis."
With a blurring flick, the ribbon snapped out and carved to door into several irregular chunks. Again she charged, snapping the sword out as the former door shattered around her. She continued to accelerate through the second disintegrating fire door before launching into a high speed flying kick and hitting the final door with all the force of a tank, knocking it down.
The raven-hared Cyber stalked over to the emergency door and slammed her sword hilt into the glass cover to the release handle. As she half expected it didn't work so she thumbed the length control on the ribbon-sword, reducing it to dagger size before jamming it into the seal and prying a handhold she could use to rip the door open.
A glance down showed Mr Armstrong performing the classic hold-onto-the-outside-of-the-ladder-and-slide trick. Putting her blade away in an eye blink she did the same, a part of her hoping he'd look up and get a distracting view.
***
Daniel Armstrong (a.k.a. Grant Richards) was running on pure adrenalin as he ran for his emergency escape route. How the hell did they track him down? How did they even know his name? His real name?
A single beep from his vambrace computer had him gripping the sides of the ladder to slow himself down, then he thrust himself off the ladder with a twist to dive through the suddenly open emergency door. Tuck, roll, sprint start. And he was away, heading for the workshop.
He didn't look behind him as he heard a crash. The woman who'd been waiting in his apartment (obviously a special agent) was still after him. Again the fire doors dropped behind him and an elevator opened to his right. He dove in, doors closing behind him, before the car dropped like a rock. Four floors...three...two...thump of something landing on the roof of the car...one...ding! He dived out of the opening doors, ran the short distance to the waiting mini-truck cab (the sort used at airports to move cargo containers), and drove full throttle. In the side mirrors he saw the woman dart out of the lift and chase after him. And rapidly gain on him.
What the hell was she?!?
***
~ What the hell am I? ~ A.C. wondered as the Attim part of her maintained pursuit. She was doing 400 kph in a continuous run! That was twice what she'd discovered after the accident. And she felt like she could go higher, given how easy this felt. Biomod curing didn't account for this. Reactions maybe, but not this.
Her target jinked left, just underneath a full-on BLAST DOOR dropping.
Lebia urged.
Spotting the turn her tactical system interposed a trajectory on her H.U.D. for her to follow. She went right, spiralling up the right wall, across the ceiling into the corridor, down the new right wall and back down to the floor without loosing speed.
Lebia muttered quietly.
Again, as soon as she spotted the turn a trajectory was superimposed on her vision. This time she went left, going left wall, ceiling, right wall, floor into new corridor, right wall, ceiling, left wall, floor, then full speed ahead.
A.C. ignored her, her vision zooming in on the small truck to see it stop in front of a workshop. Two seconds later her heels were screeching as she braked.
Panting from exertion, her heels slightly smoking from friction, the cyborg narrowed her emerald-coloured eyes.
"Scarlet Angel to Overwatch. Sitrep?" A.C. asked between breaths.
Jarvis replied.
***
The virtually none-existent glow provided by the bioluminescent moss provided more than enough light for A.C. to see clearly. Which meant that Mr. Armstrong had some other means to navigate. Admittedly there hadn't been any junctions, but... Ah, the moss acted like a guide.
Now, where was she going?
***
The bang of the doors being blown in snapped the gang members sitting around on the crates in the middle of the warehouse to attention. Grabbing their weapons they were unnerved by the small amount of gunfire they heard. The surprise wasn't that bad, so their mates in the loading area should have been able to put up more of a fight.
The west door smashed open, and a slim figure in a space-black bodysuit and helmet shot through aiming the shotgun in their hands at the two men in the centre.
The shotgun barked once, then twice.
The shots passed the surprised central men and hit the two men at the far side of the room who were still in the open. The rounds exploded on impact, wrapping the suspects in sticky webbing.
The shocked man to the right got smashed around the head with the stock of the figure's shotgun. This stopped the figure enough to see it was female. Continuing her spin she dropped and swept the back of the other man's legs out from under him with the extended shotgun.
Before the rest of the gang could take advantage of the pause, people in tac-suits swarmed through the door and started firing.
Seeing the fight as lost, one man tried to sneak out the north door. He was just to the door when a shotgun slug smashed into the wall by his head.
Looking up, he could see the female figure who had started this twisted slightly around to her right to straight-arm her shotgun and fire it in his direction one handed. The end of the barrel barely wobbled.
He wisely gave up.
"You know Ma'am," one of the tac-suited figures said as she came up, "it'd be easier on us if you stayed with the group."
The woman shrugged.
"These guys would have had more time to set themselves. And some of your guys needed to be shown I can handle myself." The figure took her helmet off, revealing a pixy-like green face and dark green hair. "How we doing?"
"Mostly done. We've rounded up most of the suspects now. It does look like we gave the tricky one to the Scarlet Angel though."
"Oh?" Greenpeace asked, keeping an eye out for loose threats. "That should have been a simple collar."
The tac-suited woman shrugged.
"The investigation team underestimated him. The Scarlet Angel's running him down now. Apparently he's got a hidden passage in the crater rim."
"What, and you guys don't?" Greenpeace asked in mock-disbelief.
***
Lebia tightened up the code she was working on some more, and tried again. The interferometry program took the signals being picked up by the various transceivers in and around Kandor, then searched the data for a specific signal. Then it became a simple matter for her to triangulate the signal's position.
Talking to it was another thing entirely.
This was the hacker's third attempt, after realising the fact she had to increase the sensitivity on the transceivers to get the necessary detail. In the back of her mind, Lebia acknowledged A.C. had better skills in that respect.
Finally, she found the signal of A.C.'s tracking beacon and was able to place it deep in the crater rim. The signal damping effects of the rock in that area had her updating the Luna Geographical Association's maps, pointing out the metal content there.
With the Scarlet Angel back on the grid, the Visionaire checked back on the rest of the operation.
***
Said woman bounced down the path, keeping to a maintainable pace in the light lunar gravity. She was also wondering why she hadn't run into the suspect yet, given she saw no signs of other forms of transport in the tunnel. Surely he wasn't still running? Their brief meeting had shown he was still at least mostly human. No immediate sign of a biomod, or of cybernetic enhancements. And she was still moving faster then he had shown himself to be.
Curious, she got out her tricorder again and had a look. And in the dark she lifted an eyebrow. There were faint traces of what seemed to be gravity spikes on the roof. She didn't have the gravimeter attachment to get better readings.
~ Damn. ~ She thought to herself. ~ I'll have to speed up. ~
So she did.
***
Armstrong felt the deceleration of the 'waved Segway as it reached the end of the tunnel. Once stopped, he stepped off the hang bar's paddles. The Segway stayed where it was on the roof, acting like gravity worked in the opposite direction to it than everything else.
He quickly twisted the wheel to open the bulkhead door on this side of the airlock, before passing through and closing it again. Unfortunately, his colleagues hadn't created this place. They'd merely 'acquired' it. Thus, it still had all the safety systems the original owner had put in. Which meant he had to seal the tunnel door before he could open the other one. And THAT one closed automatically after five seconds of no movement in the airlock, to the tune of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'.
Now in the hidden chamber he could see the crates and barrels lumped out of the way, and the windowed booth in the mezzanine area on the far side. He dashed across the open space towards its ramp rather than the ladder, knowing that the freak woman was likely still after him. He wanted heavier weapons to deal with them, and the suits stored in the booth.
He was opening the door when he heard the airlock begin to do the same. Panicking he yanked the door open then slammed it after himself. He ignored the mess of things taken from the crate and dove for the weapons on the table, grabbing an AK-47 and jamming a loaded magazine into it before he looked out through the window.
He saw the woman was just moving away from the airlock, seeing him through the window with rifle in hand and jumping towards cover. And a set of controls he lunged for.
***
Just out of the airlock, the raven-hared cyborg saw the suspect brandishing a bloody assault rifle in the windowed booth at the other side. Not being dumb A.C. dove for cover.
And then the right wall vanished.
The depressurisation was almost instant, blowing the mid-air cyborg out of the massive hole. Her perception speed up, and she noted that the hole was in fact a section of the rim rock that had been moved up.
This entire hidden room was a secret airlock and craft bay.
Twisting, she flung her ribbon sword into the rock where it bit. The sudden stop yanked at her shoulder, and arrested the majority of her momentum. But not all, as the 3 cm tip that had embedded itself in the rock slid out. Lunar gravity caught her as she continued out into the blazing sunlight of the lunar day.
Even as her eyes adjusted to the glare of the sun, she flung out her ribbon sword again. As soon as it hit, the spaced cyborg rigidified the blade and used the friction of the blade carving through the regolith and rock to slow herself down and get her feet on the ground faster.
With a cloud of moondust, she got her feet onto the rocky surface of the rim of Daniell Crater and skidded to bleed off her remaining momentum.
Even the brief exposure A.C. was getting of un-diffused sunlight was starting to burn, and she couldn't hold her breath for long. Inside she winced at the sort of damage getting blown into hard vacuum was doing to her otherwise unprotected senses. She needed to get back into the bay before the suspect closed the hatches.
She retracted the sword to a normal length and stabbed into the ground to give herself leverage for a skier-like sprint start. Then she pushed off as fast as she dared in lunar gravity, ready to use the mono-ribbon as a grappling hook. And as she'd suspected, the rock face the bay was hidden behind was falling again.
Time slowed even further to her heightened awareness, her internal mapping system overlaying its best guess as to topography to her HUD, and the tactical system plotted a trajectory.
A bump provided the necessary bracing for her to leap up the predicted trajectory and brace herself against the bottom of the closing rock face. She barely had one and a half metres of space, but she flung herself down to the floor. Two meters to the inside, maybe 120 cms of space. Again she pounced, diving desperately into a roll to get her legs clear.
She felt the scrape of rock against her toes, then the reverb of the face closing again.
With certain asphyxiation avoided, A.C. needed to repressurise the bay to avoid only near-certain asphyxiation. And fast.
The booth window was too tough to crack with her pistols, and the way she came in would not give enough air quickly enough and possibly let the bastard escape, that left the cargo doors. With her burning precious oxygen, she stalked quickly to the big doors to find the emergency controls. Light-headedness started to set in, but she punched in the override code.
The doors opened with a great whoosh of air.
Gasping and coughing, the bedraggled raven-hared woman breathed delicious recycled air.
"Ba-hah-stard." She wheezed, coughing up a small amount of blood.
In the lowered pressure of the bay and being by the breeze of incoming atmosphere almost masked the subtle click of metal on metal.
A.C. desperately dodged to the right as a load crack filled the thin air. She crashed to the ground.
Her left arm from halfway between shoulder and elbow fell to the floor to the other side of the crater the coilgun bolt left with a wet thump.
A great arc of blood hung in the reduced gravity like some slow motion effect before splattering the walls and floor.
***
Daniel Armstrong dropped the scaldingly hot coilgun he'd hastily attached into the nearest power feed. It was never meant for use in atmosphere, so it had nearly wrecked itself firing that one shot. He certainly didn't want it to explode if he tried again.
He didn't know WHAT this thing was. Given the blood it had to be some sort of biomodded thing. But since it bled, he could kill it. Now, while it was out from the shock of the ac-mag bolt. He didn't think the extreme blood loss would finish it off, it had just spent the best part of about thirty seconds in hard vacuum on the fucking Lunar DAY SIDE without a fucking SUIT for fucks sake.
He had reached the bottom of the ladder and was walking to the pool of blood when the remaining arm moved, causing him to freeze.
"No. FUCKING. WAY." He whispered as the figure sat up.
The left arm was a mess, but no longer leaking blood. The face was blank. Blanker than a shop mannequin, with blank dark eyes.
Almost without thinking he pulled his pistol and fired three rounds into the torso.
Other than rocking the figure, it did nothing. The flattened bullets dropped from the cloth of the waistcoat as she stood up.
Then its eyes snapped onto him. Her arm moved.
Daniel felt himself slammed across the bay by the flat of the ribbon blade. Smashing through a crate and rolling to a stop, he blinked pain tears out of his eyes to see a blurry image of the women-shaped thing, seemingly on autopilot, shamble over to her severed arm and pick it up.
Then it jammed the broken end back into position.
The sight of the mangled flesh reweaving itself together in a second would have been nauseating if he wasn't still stunned. If it wasn't for the blood spray over the walls, floor, and the woman's clothes, you wouldn't know anything had happened.
Then it turned around to face him again. He barely noticed the eyes clearing and gaining life and the thing started towards him.
***
A.C. felt herself come back from wherever she had been as her body had got up from having its arm blown off, swatted the suspect away, and then reattached said arm.
She didn't know she could do that. Regrow? Possibly (she still wasn't sure after the problem with the gas tank exploding during that pressure test), although she'd easily be able to replace it. Sure she could heal fast at times, but reattach a ripped off arm?
The click of her heels seemed shockingly loud as she walked up to the sprawled man, who started crawling backwards to get away from her leaving a dark streak of liquid. She didn't change her pace; she just kept walking with calm, near methodical strides up to the increasingly shaky man. Then she dropped her sword blade right between his legs.
He stopped moving.
"Mister Armstrong." A.C. said, her otherwise calm voice underlain with something dark and enticing. "We should have a little talk."
***
"There you go." A.C. ignored the gaping police officer as she handed over the very subdued and patched up Daniel Armstrong, then she started making her way over to where Greenpeace, Adonis, and Kasumi were waiting, gaping like fish out of water.
"What the hell happened to you lass?" Adonis finally got out, and the raven hared cyberneticist had to admit she was a sight.
The blood soaked and grey dust clad clothes made her look like a survivor from the apocalypse, or a zombie. The dried blood on her visible skin added to that impression, what with the dried bloody streaks coming from her eyes, ears, nose and mouth (although they were mostly the remains of blood splatter on her face).
The thing that really got their attention was the bundle of cloth around her left wrist, where the remains of her left sleeves for her blouse and coat had ended up.
"High speed chases, mysterious underground passages, deadly danger, spaced, shot by coilgun...." The emerald eyed woman shrugged. "You know, the usual. Now, I want a bath, cheesecake, and a warm bed. In that order. Now. Or I get cranky."
***
Temporary Office, Level 347, The Watchtower, Kandor City, Luna
Friday June 7, 2013
9:23 KCT
A.C. was feeling much more personable after a good night of rest. Which was why she was in the small temporary office S.H.I.E.L.D. had set up for her (being more or less an independent she didn't have a better, permanent one up in the 400s. Which some rule-lawyer was probably finding annoying now she was a Captain), reading the various reports from the rest of the operation.
With a sigh, she finished the last report and dropped the PADD on the desk. It looked like they got everyone they'd found, but they'd been mostly minor catches. But the further intelligence S.H.I.E.L.D. had gathered would take time to work through. And it seemed to be just bad luck Mr. Armstrong had been so well prepared. She did find it slightly amusing to read a note from Armstrong's interrogation that mentioned the nervous twitch he'd developed whenever a good looking woman smiled at him.
She turned to look at her left arm again. Almost against her will she rolled down the shoulder length black silk glove to look at the flawless skin there. Once she'd managed to get some rest, she'd examined her arm with all the equipment she had at her disposal onboard the Stallion.
And found no trace of the injury she'd suffered.
With a sigh she rolled the glove back up. She'd have to wait until she got back home to the Forge and have another look. And she'd been vague with the injury in the report she submitted. She figured surviving being spaced would be distracting enough.
A knock at the door brought her attention fully back to the surroundings.
"It's open." She called, clearing up the PADDs scattered around the desk.
A pretty brunette in an attractive business skirt suit opened the door and stepped in.
"Attim." She said politely.
"Moneypenny." A.C. greeted her with a slight smile. "Looking lovely as ever. What's up? We've submitted our reports."
"There were a few questions as to why you didn't call for backup." Moneypenny looked disapproving.
The cyberneticist leaned back in her chair and ran a black silk gloved hand through her raven locks. It was deliberate, and it also showed how well the shimmering red silk of her sleeveless Chinese micro-dress clung to her shapely form. From Moneypenny's position the cyborg looked like a pin-up.
"Does nobody actually READ the reports?" A.C. asked, exasperated. "Specifically, it was 'The Heat of the Chase.' Other considerations were the fact that the intel on the guy had proved so wrong by that point, waiting may have allowed the suspect to escape. In fact, it probably would have. AND killed most of rest of the team, given what happened when I caught up with him." She shrugged in what most people would consider a very distracting fashion. "Then there was the possible intelligence he might have access to. I DO think of these things. But it was mostly him pissing me off. All of which I put in my report. I'm perfectly able to psychoanalysis myself."
"Which scares a lot of people." Moneypenny told her.
"Not MY fault I'm intelligent enough to know I'm intelligent enough to ignore how intelligent I am and rely on instinct and retain my intelligence when I need to."
"Do you HAVE to give me headaches like that?" Moneypenny asked.
"Kasumi HAS been teaching me some of her temple massages." The emerald-eyed cyber offered.
"Why is it you're so good at this?" The assistant to M asked seriously.
"I blame the 'Wave. And knowing Andy as well as I do."
The brunette gave the beauty a look.
"I'd better go and make sure the rest of the reports are accurate." Moneypenny sighed.
A.C. stood and stepped over to the other women. With utter grace and chivalry she took one of Moneypenny's free hands in one of her own silk opera gloved ones, and bowed with courtly precision to kiss the back of her hand. That it revealed her long, very well formed and nude legs (shown in exquisite detail by the shortness of her skirt and the 5"/13cm black heels she was wearing) and gorgeous figure was merely an unanticipated benefit.
"A shame that such a beauty as you must be torn by duty like this." The Scarlet Angel murmured, before looking up.
Moneypenny tried and failed to hide her blush.
"Such talk will only get you in trouble."
The smile on A.C.'s face was sultry and mischievous.
"I'm willing to back my words up. Are you?" The beautiful cyborg purred.
Face flushed, Moneypenny pulled back.
"Unfortunately M requires my presence for the next fortnight. Otherwise I might have to take you up on that challenge."
A.C. watched as the executive secretary swished out of her temporary office before relaxing. She was never sure why the Attim/Darkeyes parts of her felt obliged to play along with the flirting, especially when she knew Moneypenny was taken.
~ Poor girl. I'll have to have Kasumi get her boyfriend to 'buy' her some of Greenpeace's new fragrances. ~
It was only three minutes before she had cleared her desk and left the tower herself. She had projects to work on.
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| [FenWiki DeStub Project] 498 Tokio |
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Posted by: robkelk - 04-26-2010, 03:18 AM - Forum: Fenspace
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We currently have 193 stub pages in the FenWiki. In an effort to reduce this number without touching the stubs that various people already have vested interest in expanding themselves (such as the character and ship pages), I'm starting the FenWiki DeStub Project, in which I post a current stub page here, let people add to it, post the results to the FenWiki when the discussion dies down, then start the cycle again with another stub page. If nobody takes part, then I'll assume that nobody else cares about the stub pages and will stop posting them here...
Starting off, a topic that's near and dear to a lot of Fen, but not to Noah: The Ninja homeland.
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|orbit=2.650 AU (mean)2.054 AU (perihelion)3.246 AU (aphelion)
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'''498 Tokio''', also called "Village Hidden in Asteroids" or simply "Hidden Asteroid", is a [[Main Belt] asteroid that was discovered by Shin Hirayama on March 6, 1900. It is named after the city of Tokyo.
Temporarily known as Rockhounds Space Rock #7, and better known as the '''Village of Hidden Asteroid''' or ''Seijutaigakure no Sato'', Tokio is home to the [[Village Hidden in Asteroids] faction (better-known as the '''Ninjas''') and the headquarters of the [[Ninjaburger] fast-food franchise.
The [[Fenspace Travel Guide] has given a two stars to '''The Dancing Shinobi''', a Japanese-style bar on 498 Tokio.
Have at it, all...
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."
- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
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| [fluff] Now Playing, from the Whole Fenspace Catalog |
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Posted by: robkelk - 04-25-2010, 11:17 PM - Forum: Fenspace
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I mentioned in the "If somebody's looking for something to write about..." thread and on the FenWiki that the Whole Fenspace Catalog has cultural content as well as scientific content. What might be found in the cultural database?
A few entries to start things off, including the ones already mentioned in the FenWiki article:
- Two different versions of baseball player Fidel Castro's autobiography
- Francis Ford Coppola's The Empire Strikes Back
- Blazing Saddles, starring Richard Pryor and John Wayne
- His Girl Friday, starring Cary Grant and Ginger Rogers
- A version of Casablanca where it's Laszlo and Renault who walk off into the desert
- DC's final "crossover" title, Crisis on Infinite Earths - the title that killed the entire concept of the "crossover series" in its universe because it was so heavy-handed in its reorganization of the company's default story setting. (Hey, they aren't all winners...)
Any more?
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."
- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
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| Sabre Stories: Take A Shot |
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Posted by: OpMegs - 04-23-2010, 11:42 PM - Forum: The Legendary
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"Well, that worked out just perfectly," Robin growled as she tossed a rent-a-cop over the counter and through the barrier that normally shielded the tellers from the customers. She followed shortly thereafter, joined by Jen and Nena with Fate bringing up the rear. "Really, of all the days for a Coast Guard cutter to get suspicious, it's today? And with our ride back no less? I hope these damn rocks are worth it."
"A minor setback," Nena said. "For one thing, that hero back there and her escort were the only registered hero squad nearby due to a Rikti invasion in Talos. We get to the D and we're home free. Non-extradition and booze!"
"You only care about that because the number of drunks means it's easier for you to play with their heads," Jen pointed out.
"Well, yeah. But it's not like you're complaining," Nena retorted.
Fate just shook her head as she followed the bickering trio out, glancing over one shoulder as she did. Odd...was that a glint of metal in the glare from the sun...?
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"Are you sure about this?" her partner's voice crackled over her helmet's speaker. "I know you're eager, but your paperwork hasn't even cleared with city hall yet."
"They're getting away!" Divine Sabre said as the armored girl rocketed through the air along the length of Independence Port for the bank. "If they get to the water, there's probably a submarine to take them back, right?"
"If they head that way, they'll get caught anyway. The PPD and the Coast Guard have an Arachnos minisub surrounded in the bay, and Lusca's blocking the other exit point. The only way they'd be able to get out of town would be a direct extract from an Arachnos gunship or..."
"The D. They're headed for Pocket D!" she said, silver and blue armor glinting in the sun as she banked to the side of a building and adjusted her flight pattern for the King's Row exit ahead. "I need a distance estimate between the bank and the Row tunnel!"
COORDINATES ESTABLISHED, CALCULATING....DONE flashed across her HUD as the map came up, highlighting the estimated position of the bank robbers and highlighting a least time flight path. Divine nodded, pulling a quick roll to the side as she fell into line.
"...fine, if you're doing this, I'll see what I can do since I can't talk you out of it, but be careful, will you?" her helmet speaker squawked again.
"Right. I'll be careful," she returned with a smile.
"Why do I not believe you?" the speaker sighed.
***
"We're being followed," Fate observed quietly as they ran, keeping low to prevent any Longbow chasers from picking them out from the normal hero population.
"What?" Nena blinked from ahead. "No way. I told you, there's no other registered heroes out...here....well, son of a bitch. Clever girl," the telepath trailed off. "We've got one coming in low over the construction area, flight capable. The local hero ID doesn't pull up any beacon coming closer. Possibly someone else with the same idea as us?"
"Either way, they didn't contact us. It's a potential threat," Fate considered. "I'll deal with it."
"Hey, I can fry whoever it is...." Nena started, before the black armored Scimitar held up a hand.
"Yes, but you'll be needed to get Jen and Robin into the D if there's trouble. I can get back independently if necessary. Keep with them," Fate said, almost sighing with relief when Nena looked at her for a moment and then nodded in agreement. As the other three Scimitars went on ahead, Fate took the sky, drawing her energy blades. This needed to be quick, and Nena enjoyed her work too much by half. The time she'd take to pursue and twist whoever this was to her will was time they needed to escape, and Fate wasn't about to let the group spend a few days in the Zig until they hijacked a ride out with Arachnos. That would anger Madigan considerably, and Fate really didn't want her sisters in trouble if she could avoid it.
Sunlight glinted again as she saw it coming this time. Burnished silver, almost white armor, traced in blue and gold. With the sunlight behind this one, she'd almost missed it entirely due to the reflections. Locking onto her target, Fate shot forward, weapons ready.
***
INTERCEPTION ALERT. INBOUND THREAT SOURCE.
Divine blinked at the warning and dove, barely saving herself as a light pole was sheared through and crashed to the ground below. Whirling around, her targeting systems coming up. "What was that?!"
"Sensors paint it as a Type-2 combat armor. Some kind of energy melee weapon from the looks of that pole. Keep out of reach and blast it from a distance."
"Got it!" Divine said, shooting for the sky and unloading energy blasts back the way she'd come. The black form turned, dodged, and then parried one blast before charging for her, giving Divine her first good look at her opponent: a sleek, feminine black power armor with golden highlights and a wicked looking pair of twin energy katana that glowed a brilliant gold. She darted to the side as the other woman shot past, firing again as she shot back into an alleyway.
The dark armored woman followed, jinking and weaving around Divine's fire despite the constricted space of the alley, mostly by skimming areas where she didn't dare fire too close to walls without risking hitting the buildings too directly. A fire escape fell in pieces as the enemy sliced through it, going right for her. Divine responded by grabbing a clothesline and pulling it back, snapping it towards her opponent as she shot forward....which resulted in one of the energy blades slicing through it clean.
"Yeah, that wasn't really going to work."
"Hey, I'm trying to think of something besides blowing up these people's houses!"
"Remember, she's as durable as you are and much faster....wait, I've got a hit on that profile....shit...Divine, get out of there, now. That's Zanbar Scimitar, and she's much more dangerous than you. Get out of there and let her go! She'll kill you!"
"R-right!" Divine said, pulling back and making a beeline for the nearest police station as the Scimitar pulled free of the alley and pursued.
***
Fate considered. The Sabre, and that was all she really could be, given the armor type, was retreating. However, she'd seen Fate, and Madigan's orders about secrecy were fairly explicit when it came to Paragon. Most of the time, they just had Nena wipe the minds of anyone that saw them, but this time, she'd sent the telepath on ahead. Sloppy. She'd have to do this the old fashioned way and get rid of the body.
The Sabre was proving hard to lock up, primarily due to Fate's lack of ranged weaponry which her opponent had in abundance. Ducking another particle beam, Fate darted along an apartment building, rattling windows with her slipstream as she forced the Sabre to take aim at buildings or essentially give up shooting at her. She was slightly faster, which she could use to her advantage...
Darting down another alleyway, she shot to the left as it T-branched, waiting for the sound of rushing air as the Sabre shot past, darting out as the girl flew by. She had the distance right. One blow would be all it'd take...
***
Divine missed death by millimeters as she turned around...and only lost the tip of one sensor antenna as the sword overshot her head. A blast sent the Scimitar retreating back a couple feet, but she was on the offensive again a second later, barely shaken. Divine frowned, coming to a decision as the Scimitar pressed the attack again. Stopping her horizontal momentum, she shot straight up before slowing to a stationary hover. She couldn't outrun this fight...so she'd have to try something more risky.
The Scimitar followed, accelerating towards her but obviously expecting her target to break off to engage at range again. Nonetheless, she seemed to rate her chances of catching up before Divine could retreat as almost certain.
"What are you doing? You need to get out of there!"
"I can't run away....not from this fight," Divine returned, even as she felt the heat around her arms become noticeable, the coolant systems not designed to deal with this level of output. Fifty feet...thirty...twenty....
***
Fate frowned. The girl had stopped running and was facing her head on. Regardless of whether or not she scored a direct hit, the Sabre couldn't hope to take out Fate in one shot. It was beyond her demonstrated capacity. Fate could see some building light around the armor's gauntlets, but she'd survived energy-based punches before. This was a fledgling hero, not a Crey Power Tank. Twenty...ten...five...now!
***
Independence Port was used to the sounds of super-powered combat. Heroes pursuing Family, Tsoo, or other criminals were a fairly common sight. However, an all-out brawl between two armored women of similar capability was less common...as were the explosive results that would've been more at home in Siren's Call.
"Now!" Divine shouted despite herself. Her arms came up as the stored energy released itself at the Scimitar, as committed to her swing as Divine was to her strategy. The blast nearly touched the other woman's breastplate in spite of her last second dodge, and continued on in a neon burst of energy that sliced through armor plating. Zanbar's trained reflexes prevented it from taking her head with the entire front of her helmet, and the overpressure seals ejecting the blasted remains to prevent the heat from boiling her inside the molten remains as the particle beam carved a single ruler straight scar through the Scimitar's armor from waist to shoulder. The physical impact of the blast sent Zanbar careening off into a nearby wall, trailing smoke and sparks.
Divine, however, hadn't come out of it much better. Only a last second hesitation, caused by Zanbar recognizing her gambit, had turned the blade's strike slightly to the left in an attempt to dodge. As Divine turned away from the strike herself, the blade had smashed through armorglass as if it wasn't there, slicing brunette hair and delicate electronics inside the helmet and cutting off the voice of her partner in mid-panicked request for a status report. Even poorly aimed, the energy blade had carved a jagged furrow across her chest armor, before being jerked away by Zanbar's involuntarily reversed flight path. The unexpected recoil of the blast overpowered the thruster compensation of Divine's flight systems, which were intended to handle her armor's standard specifications rather than this last ditch desperation maneuver, sending Divine crashing into a nearby fire escape. When the dust cleared, Zanbar was embedded 3 inches into a brick wall, armor still smoking, while Divine was half-limp on the edge of the wrecked fire escape, a crumpled heap of bruises and error messages.
She groaned, looking up as she hit the emergency release for her helmet and ejected the star-cracked faceplate so she could see where Zanbar should have landed. "D-did I get her?" she asked no one in particular....only to see a vaguely Scimitar shaped dent in the wall, but no armored woman a half-second before the Scimitar landed. She made a tiny cry as the armored woman's weight landed over top of her in a crouch, jarring her wounded body as the fire escape groaned beneath the additional weight. Looking up, Divine found herself looking into a pair of intense crimson eyes framed by slightly disheveled long hair. Between them, stopped just before her throat, was the Scimitar's energy blade, so close that Divine could smell the ionization rising off its containment field.
***
Fate stared down at the face of her opponent for long pair of seconds as she prepared to finish the job...before sirens sounded nearby. She glanced away from the brown-haired girl for a moment before looking back. She could still finish the jo-
Fate, where the hell are you?! Nena's voice sounded in her head as she blinked, her face switching from intent to surprised.
Tying off loose ends, she sent back.
Well, you took your sweet time. The cops are headed your way. Get out of there before they catch you! Nena remonstrated her.
..understood, Fate nodded, standing up. She didn't have time to hide the body, so this one would have to survive for now. She stood up, deactivating her blades and stowing the hilts as she stepped back into the air in a hover.
"W-wait!"
The protest startled her out of her tactical evaluation of how best to escape, as the young brunette Sabre looked at her with earnest eyes. "What's your name?!"
Fate blinked once, slowly, at the question. Why would this girl care what her name was? Her codename was on file with the FBSA, surely...and as for her actual name... Still, something about the girl's determined expression compelled her to answer. "Fate," she said simply.
The Sabre brightened slightly, looking up at her. "I'm Nanoha! Can't you..." she started before trailing off as she apparently lost track of what she was trying to say, if she'd known to begin with.
Fate turned, glancing at the oncoming sirens. "I have to go," she said again, unnecessarily.
"Wait, please-!"
But Fate was already gone, flying at best speed for the King's Row tunnel, what little parts of her mind weren't occupied by getting out safely confused as to why she'd given the girl her name...
***
Nanoha sat there for a long while, watching the empty air where the Scimitar...Fate...had vanished. Out of sight. Finally, coming to her senses, she reached back to pull out the backup communicator, bringing it up to her mouth.
"Yuuno, are you there?"
"Nan-..Divine! Are you alright?!" her partner answered, clearly relieved.
"I'm fine...a little banged up, but nothing serious," she said, glancing down at her armor. "The suit's another story...I think I'm going to have to put off my debut for a little while longer," she said with a tired giggle.
"...right, I'll try to get someone out there to pick you up. As long as you're alright, we should be okay."
Nanoha nodded slightly. "Sounds good," she said, leaning back against the brick wall of the building. The sirens were already getting closer and she was...really tired all of a sudden.
"Just stay where you are and I'll take care of it, Divine."
"Right. Whatever you say," she noted, exhaustion catching up as she dozed off. The sleeping Sabre didn't even stir when a pair of women in similar power armor arrived ahead of the sirens to move her far clear of the scene.
***
"Right. Whatever you say," the speaker said as Yuuno began looking about for an appropriately set up teleport beacon he could hijack. Most supergroup bases had less security than the average hospital, and with Divine not currently licensed, he didn't want to risk her chances too early. All he needed was a base suitably deserted. There were more than a few, either due to the supergroup falling on hard times, or just being so active no one was often in. A few were outfitted with AI monitoring that he couldn't bypass, but it wouldn't be that hard to find one suitably out of the way...
The young man was so focused on his task that he didn't immediately notice the blinking light at the bottom of one of his computers. It beeped in sequence a few time, the audio muted from an exterior command, before he blinked as a small cartoon weasel or ferret scampered onto his screen. It promptly slapped a small post-it note onto the center of his screen and scampered back off screen. Yuuno blinked, before clicking on the note, which extended into an IP address.
Frowning, he checked the access points to his computer and found...nothing. No evidence of forced entry. Nothing except a .exe file that hadn't been there ten minutes ago. He considered this for a moment before shrugging. If they could get in that easily, they couldn't very well do much more damage if he opened up his systems to a random IP address. Quickly, he disconnected all but his primary machine, whirs of tiny servomotors assuring him that the armatures were physically disconnecting the other machines for the duration of the link up. No need to be sloppy, after all.
Upon logging in, Yuuno stared at a blank screen with a single progress bar for a moment before a superdeformed figure in red power armor popped up on screen. He blinked as he immediately recognized the figure from reports, even through the cutesy rendition. Ohhhhh boy.
"Hi, Mr. Mystery Helper," Net Sabre chirped. "We need to have a little chat."
***
"...I couldn't just leave her there, so I took her home with me. When she woke up and told me about what had happened to her...I dunno," Yuuno said, leaning back in his chair, looking at the screen. "I've never been able to get a hero license myself ever since the accident. Apparently, as opposed to what comics will tell you, a wheelchair typically does keep you from joining in on the superheroics," he said, tapping one wheel on the left side of the chair.
"What happened?" Net asked, curiously.
"I got overconfident and I got stupid," Yuuno admitted. "Barely Security Level 5, and I jumped in without thinking to take on a Troll shaking down some old lady in Skyway. Turns out some major spinal injuries don't instantly heal via medicomm," he shrugged.
"But...I've seen exactly that sort of thing happen and it didn't..." Net started in confusion, before Yuuno put up a hand.
"Right, I forgot...you see, apparently, I have this rare genetic quirk," the blonde boy explained. "My biology doesn't play nice with Rikti science for some reason. Means I never have to worry about being infected with the Lost virus, but also means that a lot of that shiny medical tech that we got from them doesn't do much either, since it's effectively the same thing. The Lost virus is just manipulating cellular mutation with a new blueprint instead of fixing the original."
"Well, at least it made you prettier in the bargain?" Net giggled.
"...eh? What're you talking about?" he said, looking at the screen in confusion.
"...anyway! So when Nanoha admitted where she came from..."
"I tried to help her," Yuuno nodded, mentally shaking his head. "I never got any real support myself. I figured maybe I could help keep her from making the dumb mistakes I did. She'd probably recover faster, but Nanoha has a bad habit of trying to overdo things too fast. When it succeeds, she's brilliant. When it doesn't...she tends to get herself hurt. I think this latest fight with Zanbar was a case of a little of both, really."
Net nodded. "We did see damaged components all over the crash scene. She probably damaged her rather badly."
"That's Nanoha for you...all drive, full power ahead, and damn the consequences to her," he chuckled softly.
"You sound like you're awful fond of her....are you two...?" Net asked, a grin in her voice.
"No...mostly because she falls into the 40% of this city's women that aren't just into other women, but exclusively so," Yuuno sighed.
"...ouch."
"Tell me about it," he chuckled. "Given certain rumors on the internet, I'm tempted to wonder if all you Sabres are that way."
"Hey now!" Net laughed. "That's a dirty, dirty stereotype. In my case it's true, but shame on you."
***
Nanoha blinked as she woke up, looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. It wasn't Yuuno's place where she'd been staying. While he kept the house clean, this was far too clinical. She wasn't registered yet, so it was unlikely that medicomm had picked her up. Maybe someone had found her out on the street after she'd passed out? Yuuno'd said he was working on something...
"Hey there," a familiar voice spoke up as she looked over, eyes meeting a familiar glasses-wearing face. She blinked and tried to sit up, before Yuuno put a hand on her shoulder. "Easy...easy...you're safe," he said. "We've got some new friends because of this, but they didn't want to scare you too badly by being here when you woke up."
"Friends? Who are they, Yuuno?" she asked, settling back into the bed, feeling slightly more reassured now that she saw her armor over on a rack nearby, small armatures working on cutting off damaged plating and repairing other sections. The red glow of the primary interface port on her left gauntlet was strong and steady, apparently undamaged unlike the rest of the suit.
"You remember when I told you there were other Sabres?" he asked, getting a nod from her. "Well, they found you after your fight with Zanbar. They used the suit to track down my number and contacted me to let me know. You've been sleeping off your injuries for a day or so."
"So we're..."
"In their base, yes," Yuuno said. "From what I understand, this upper level is limited to just the Sabres themselves rather than the rest of their supergroup. You're safe here."
"I see," Nanoha said quietly, gaining an odd look from Yuuno.
"Nanoha, are you all right?"
"Um...yeah...I was just thinking about that girl..." she said, hands fidgeting.
"Who, Zanbar?" Yuuno said, blinking at the non sequitir
"Fate....she said her name was Fate," Nanoha said, looking up at him. "...I'm not sure why I'm thinking about her now...it's weird."
"Weird how?" Yuuno said, as a niggling worry came to mind. Oh, please don't let it be...
"Well, thinking about her makes me feel funny. I get this weird feeling in my stomach whenever I remember what pretty eyes she had..."
"Oh god..." Yuuno groaned before he could stop himself, putting a hand to his face.
"What?!" she asked, slightly alarmed by the reaction. "Is something wrong with me?! Am I going to die or something?!"
"Much worse than that..." he mumbled under his breath before looking up at her. "It's nothing major yet, Nanoha. We'll see if it pops up again, but if everything turns out alright, you won't have to worry about it again."
"...okay then," she said, settling down but still unsure of his sudden reassurance.
Yuuno leaned back in his wheelchair. "In the meantime, there's some people waiting downstairs that want to meet you," he smiled.
***
"Are they still at it?" Robin groaned.
"If you have a problem with it, you go tell them to stop," the newest redhead to join the group said as Nao looked up from texting on her cell phone at a particularly loud thud from the ceiling above them.
"Yeah, right. I saw the reports on that loggerhead Nena brought home. You think I'm gonna get between someone who makes Deathsurge look like a spark plug having a bad day and the first whoop-de-doo she's had in however long?" Robin said. "Once they're done, I'm talking to Galatea about soundproofing these walls. I'm pretty sure I can bullshit a reason for it. Some kind of security thing."
"I really don't see what the big deal is," Jen said, a quintet of throwing darts impacting in the bullseye across the room and burying themselves two inches deep from the kinetic impact. "It's just some noise. It's not like you're trying to sleep or anything."
"Get used to it," Fate said, looking up from her book. "You didn't see how Nena was acting around the brain responsible for that containment suit."
"Who, that Acid chick?" Robin said, eyes narrowing. "She wouldn't...."
"She would," Nao said. "I've only been here two weeks and I can tell you that our little sister has many talents, but self-control isn't one of them," she said as she watched a small spider crawl across the table by her, before it fired a goblet of webbing at a fly and proceeded to devour it. This place had the weirdest bugs. She started to say something before blinking. "Hey...you hear that?"
"No..." Robin said, glancing at her. "Hear what?"
"Exactly," the redhead said, uncurling from her spot as she glanced at the ceiling.
All four inhabitants of the room looked over as Nena stumbled down the stairs wrapped in a bathrobe, made her way into the kitchen, and started ransacking the fridge with a vengeance.
"Your little battery operated toy finally run out of juice?" Jen asked with a chuckle.
"Not hardly," Nena groaned between gulps of caffeine and mouthfuls of whatever convenient food she could find. "She's dozing. She'll be awake again in less than an hour."
"No rest for the wicked?" Fate noted dryly from her spot, partially enjoying this after how pushy Nena'd been earlier about her needing to "get out more".
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. At least I'm not stuck thinking about some hero girl that I met by beating her up," Nena said with a half-attentive scowl, as the others glanced back over at Fate, who had frozen.
"I..."
"You can't get her out of your head, which means I hear about it all the time, remember?" the cranky redhead noted, grabbing a block of cheese. "Why don't you stop joking about my problems and embrace the idealistic brunette of your dreams. Save us both some of the trouble," Nena said, packing a box full of snackfood and supplies before ascending back up the stairs.
The rest of the girls looked at Fate for a long moment as the blonde girl sat there, frozen, eyes not looking at them...before finally they snapped back into focus, crimson glances returning the other three back to their activities. When Fate got that look, it was most emphatically None Of Their Damn Business, and not even Jen was crazy enough to risk Fate in that kind of mood.
Still, Nao began texting on her phone again, the results popping up on Robin's screen as Jen logged into the chat room as well via her personal WiFi.
***
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Juliet293: So, we're totally going to find out what Nena was talking about?
GeekSmash!: of course we are.
Sp33dPhR34k: lol its what sistersd o after al.GeekSmash!: we'd just hate to see her heartbroken.
Juliet293: And, of course, the blackmail potential.
GeekSmash!: and the fact that for once, we'll know what interests her besides those books.
Sp33dPhR34k: so like dowe breing Nena into it? she knows already whats a goiwng on with er. lol
GeekSmash!: not just yet. I think I can dig some stuff up.
Juliet293: I have a few sources to check too. Best to keep this under Galatea and Madigan's attention.
GeekSmash!: right.
Sp33dPhR34k: liek totaly lol
Juliet293: Then let's get to work.
GeekSmash!: on it.
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Sp33dPhR34k: im totally allover it. lol
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Juliet293: That was easy enough.
[*******: They aren't stupid. Remember that.
Juliet293: Of course they aren't. But even smart people can be manipulated. And you did want this investigated without Fate knowing.
[******]: Just ensure she remains unaware. If she were to find out...
Juliet293: She'd be upset. Got it, boss. You can trust me...
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
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