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In Fate's Shadow; Evacuating SureShot.
Topic Started: Jul 6 2012, 06:21 AM (1,426 Views)
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Micah gives Desmond a tight smile. "It was a pleasure to meet you. I do hope that we do meet again."

He says nothing else as the men pass, but his smile morphs into a savage grin as they exit. There is a flash of a thumb, low and slightly obscured by the rest of his hand.

A sudden, deafening roar echoes through the warehouse as a three-shot burst tears its way from Stephen's M16, skillfully aimed at Oberon's head.
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"Nah." Keaton replies. "I kinda transport myself, no need 'ta badger one of my men into doing stuff on my -"

The bullets roar. Their catridges detonate. A cloud of propellant farts out of the ejection port along with a sad little burst of gunpowder. There's some kind of plug in the end of Stephen's gun, a shimmering nail of air, and it sits squarely in the end of the barrel.

Keaton turns around. His expression is mild.

"I'mma presume that was a personal action and not a motion of the whole crew. Right?" he asks companionably, thumbs still in his pockets. The ring is brightening from silver to something more like sheer light, a band of heaven on his ring finger.
Edited by Gleam, Jul 10 2012, 08:47 PM.
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

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Desmond turns on Stephen, visibly angry for the first time.

"Fool. You carelessly endangered the lives of your friends and comrades. Had you not likely sealed your own fate, I would kill you myself for your betrayal."

Inwardly, Desmond was frantic. It was easy to tell how powerful this man was, and he wanted to preserve as much life as possible, especially if it could prove helpful to his own friends.
Tune your ear to the frequency of despair, and cross-reference by the longitude and latitude of a heart in agony.
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Dropping the gun as vented gasses threaten to sear his hand, Stephen lets out a stream of invective. The weapon is inoperable - a bulge in the gas tube shows that it nearly ruptured due to the overpressure.

When Oberon turns around, he finds he is looking down the barrel of Fornax. Behind it, Micah's face can be seen, wearing an ugly smirk - given a sinister cast by the red light from Fornax's receiver. He growls, "Your warrant is invalid."

The big gun booms, deafening in the enclosed space, causing the walls to shudder slightly. A clump of red-glowing pellets - moving fast enough to give people difficulty tracking it - is propelled in front of the charge. Instead of spreading out immediately, like most shotgun blasts, they stay clumped together - looking a bit like a slug instead of double-aught pellets.
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Oberon points his finger and detonates a concussion bomb a foot in front of Fornax's barrel. Two hundred atmospheres of pressure erupt from a single point in space, and inflct fourteen Gs on everything in the immediate area in a line out and away from the impact point. The shot, barely a half-inch away, is subjected to something akin to fifty-seven Gs of force, and ricochet through the ceiling, tearing long holes in the material and letting in the faint whine of a Shebalve engine.

Oberon, standing perfectly still, is unaffected by the airburst. "That was a bad idea." he says, and points his finger at Micah's chest.

Then he pauses and frowns. "I didn't call no air support. He turns around and looks up. There is, in fact, a Shebalve. On the side, the word Brigand is painted. Behind the cockpit windshield, a redhaired man is grinning wildly. His left hand is extended out the window, and his left middle finger beyond that.

Oberon frowns. "Didn't I fire you?"

The Shebalve's guns roar to life, and Keaton hisses and blurs to the side like an oil streak, trying to circle around the transport. He leaves the Sureshot crew behind.

An immense, red figure hops out of the Shebalve. Its landing shatters concrete.
Edited by Gleam, Jul 12 2012, 09:40 AM.
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

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The pellets scatter, causing small explosions wherever they hit, and tearing huge rends in the aluminum ceiling. Micah is momentarily stunned from the explosions - his beastkin heritage proving a severe detriment due to his ears' sensitivity.

Charging in to knock Micah out of the way, Callie doesn't notice when Oberon takes his leave. Stephen, however, does, and takes a few ineffectual shots with his revolver before Keaton disappears from sight.

Now winded and still trying to shake off the effects of the multiple shockwaves in a row, Micah somehow manages to pull it together enough to wheeze, "Looks like the cavalry's here."
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"It seems I was rather quick to give up faith" Desmond mutters, a rather unpracticed smile on his face. "Thank you for buying us the time we needed. I apologize for speaking cruelly to your employee."

Offering a hand to help the beastkin steady himself, his smile dims somewhat as he sees the Shebalve.

"Are those Jagd's men? I do not recognize the Shebalve."
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Micah gratefully takes the hand, pulling himself up as Will also grabs on. When he's on his feet again, he surveys the chaos going on outside the loading bay. "I had a feeling that Monoc wouldn't go back on its promises. They've been fairly reliable in the past. We just needed to fight a delaying action until they got here."

Chuckling, he continues, "The whole warrant thing was honest - issued by a junta, authorized by a dictator. No way it's valid."

Looking over at Desmond, he nods. "That's them. The Brigand is their modified Shebalve. Helluva thing, really - not much one for aircraft, but you have to be impressed with the sheer size of the thing."
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The crimson giant finally stands up, servos whirring and pushes up his yellow glasses with a gigantic index finger. The gauntlets he wielded crackled with yellow static electricity and were the size of cars yet he appeared to be completely at ease with holding them in an offensive stance. His eyes locked onto Oberon and due to experience with a different oily based creature in Arakune, he knows where to strike.

"SPARK BOLT!"

The massive shot of magnetic energy blasted forth from Iron Tager, aimed right at Keaton as the giant stood in between him and the transport. "Sureshot! Move! This is not the place for a drawn out battle with the Library!"

Keeping his arms spread and in a defensive posture, the Red Devil just glares at his N.O.L adversary.

"These people are under Sector Seven protection, soldier. Your warrants mean nothing to us."
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Keaton's face closes off. As the barrels of the GAU-17 mounted underneath the Brigand spin up, he reaches up towards it and yanks downward.

The clouds directly above the Shebalve split as a hammer of air lances down from the stratosphere and smashes into the Brigand at an angle, piledriving it straight at Tager's behemoth form. As emergency sirens set off, the pilot's seat automatically triggers crash protocol and launches Rueham clear, a parachute deploying. Rueham stares blankly at his ship as it accelerates into a screaming, red-hot bullet of metal propelled by a piston of air.

Keaton doesn't even watch the incoming collision, continuing his graceful curve out and around the impending collision, and past the Spark Bolt as it flies by in his wake. Instead he turns towards the Sureshot building, looks over it, then points his finger above it, then makes a fist.

Air begins to swirl high overhead the building, gathering speed.
Edited by Gleam, Jul 15 2012, 09:08 PM.
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

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