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|04-06-13 12:27 PM|
Loki's hand went to his pistol grip as he heard unfamiliar voices coming from the corridor Poet and Thor had disappeared down mere moments before. A group came into view, far larger than he had been expecting and he drew the pistol from its holster.
Thor came into view leading the group and Loki holstered his pistol again, relaxing slightly. The major motioned Loki, Buck and Big Al back to our tasks. He raised his SMG, covering the wall where Buck was laying his charges. A few minutes went by, silence filled the tunnels as the Valkyries waited on Thor's order to blow the wall and move in. Loki took the time to work out what team the newcomers were part of. It was more difficult than usual, for their commanding officer was absent and he would have given Loki a much better idea of which team it was.
He settled on the Dark Knights.
Then he watched the team operatives. The Chinese twins looked like soldiers, CQB experts. The big guy was a demolitions expert, the mine launcher he cradled like a baby made that obvious. The final one was a woman, a Cyber-Tech like him, constantly tapping on a wrist computer while her other hand made minute gestures in the air, manipulating her holographic screen. Though time had seemed to stretch forever, particularly to Loki's enhanced mind, it was only three and a half minutes before an unfamiliar voice came on the comms. "Major, I am in position. Two hostiles neutralized. The room is full of people major, eight security personnel, eight to ten scientists, and two in business suits."
Thor gave the order and Buck fired the breeching charges.
"Fenris to Odin."
The words were almost inaudible, spoken at the same time as the charges went off. Loki hardly slowed, pausing only to save it to his memory to study at a later date and to allow himself to speculate on why the Russian had taken so long to make contact. The wall crumbled and Thor led the Valkyries through, catching the ACS personnel stunned and reeling from the exposion. A silenced weapon coughed twice and two Guards fell. Their deaths almost seemed to be a signal that it was okay to panic and the scientists and technicians sprinted for the exits of which there were three. Thor barked an order at Loki and the new Cyber-Tech to halt them.
They pounded after the fleeing scientists, who were all going for the south exit. He put on a burst of speed, outpacing his companion and the scientists. He skidded to a halt before the doorway and stood with arms folded as the scientists charged. His companion gave him a glare that told him to get on with it and almost leisurely he pulled the pin from a stun grenade and tossed it into the midst of the fleeing scientists. He put his hands over his ears to protect his hearing from the grenade and dimmed his lenses to protect his eyes from the flash, though he still had to turn his head to the left.
The grenade went off and Loki moved in to secure the dazed scientists and technicians.
He also took the opportunity to talk with his new companion. He shook hands with her and finally allowed himself to regard her as a woman rather than a soldier. Pretty and curvaceous but with a steely gaze that told of unseen strength. I smiled. "Ethan, codename Loki, Cyber-Tech for the Night Stalkers."
|02-01-13 05:13 PM|
Once again all proved why they were soldiers, and not just soldiers but the best. Going from quiet stealth motions undetected, to the surprise that Thor had found new friends, to frantic chaos of full on combat together with orders to keep civilians alive and placing explosives. And all without blinking twice, thou Buck could feel the adrenaline and his pulse rising, as he broke through the hole in the wall, that his charges had just blown. In a matter of seconds Thor had directed all under his charge to there respective objectives.
Buck followed his orders immediately, moving towards the generators firing a few shots with his handgun on the group of soldiers, thou he didn't hit any. But it was enough to distract them a little bit, before they were engaged in hand to hand combat. Buck finally could introduce himself to the brute of a man, who apparently was the other teams demolition expert. Dixie. To Buck he seemed a little dim witted, as he mumbled Dixie as a response. But Buck reasoned he must have hidden talents, as someone truly stupid would not be on one of Nafi's elite teams. And Buck's suspicion, was quickly confirmed, when they in the noise of battle, and roaring miniguns, started to place there charges.
Dixie moved quickly among the generators, his huge hands nimbly placing charges, working with the detenators and wirings. His long arms making it easier for him to reach places on the generator, that Buck would have to climb to reach. So in order all the generators was being armed with explosives, so they could be blown by either Buck or Dixie. Depending on who would get the order.
During the operation, Buck had activated one of his marbles, just so he could use its camera to follow the battle. So he saw Loki sprint across the room, and stunning the scientists and workers. He saw Poet and the twins of the other team fight the guards. The grizzly work of Big Al and his miniguns doing complete overkill on a group of reinforcement. And he saw Thor get challenged by the men in suits, there training making them able to keep up with Thors ruthless fighting style. Probably because they were almost just as ruthless, even as Buck placed more charges, he moved his marble closer to the fight, between Thor and the Suits. With a little luck he could maybe get his marble on one of the suits, punching skins with its tiny legs could maybe distract one of the suits long enough for Thor to get the upper hands. And in the unlikely case Thor lost, someone had to stop the suits, and a big bang could do just that.
|01-19-13 04:01 PM|
Alexander raised his miniguns as heard faint voices coming back towards him down the hallway where Thor and Poet disappeared mere moments before. Alexander could pick up figures moving through the shadows, a larger group than he was expecting, and he didn't lower his weapons till he saw that Thor led the group. Thor smartly motioned the group back to their tasks. Thor left no time for any questions directed towards the strangers, who after Alexander could see them, looked like another Valkyrie team.
Alexander looked across, and seeing that he no longer needed to clear the path, wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand. He glanced at his hand and saw it was smeared with blue. He cursed under his breath and dropped his twin miniguns before pulling out a cloth and wiping his face clean of the running dye and sweat. He quickly pulled out the small pot of paint that never left his pocket. He closed his eyes as he lost himself in the patterns he drew upon his face. He finished and looked across at Thor who was seemingly waiting for some sign or signal to begin. Alexander tucked the paint and cloth back into his pockets.
Suddenly the comms burst into life and Alexander heard a voice.
"Major, I am in position. Two hostiles neutralized. The room is full of people major, 8
security personnel, 8 to 10 scientists, and two in business suits."
Thor wasted no time turning to Buck, ordering him to fire the breaching charges. At the same time he told the new voice over the comms to fire at the security personnel at will.
Just as Buck moved to detonate the charges Alexander heard another voice he didn't recognize crackle across the comms,
"Fenris to Odin."
Alexander just had time to take in the shocked faces of his companions to this news that meant nothing to him before the charges flared and the wall crumbled to the ground. Thor leapt forward, leading his men into the breach. Alexander quickly moved to follow him, clenching his miniguns tightly. He sensed a presence beside him and, glancing over he saw a man as big as himself. The two giants shared a silent greeting as they charged through the breach in the wall.
The room they entered was huge in its layout. The explosion of the wall had obviously caught the ACS personnel on the other side by surprise; their forms frozen in the midst of tasks as Thor led his soldiers out of the access tunnel. Alexander heard the sound of a suppressed weapon fire twice watched as Security Guards fall to the floor. This seemed to signal a panic, the scientists started to run for the exits, three in all, as the security forces present begin to draw their weapons.
Alexander flipped a table on its side and fell down behind it as bullets began to fly. He heard Thor bark orders at Loki and one of the newly arrived Valkyries, a woman by the looks of it, telling them to intercept the scientists and technicians, preferably taking them alive. To Buck and the giant new arrival he barked for them to start placing charges around the generator room, Alexander had not placed the giant of a man as a demolitions expert but then everyone has hidden talents. To Poet and two of the new arrivals, twins , he sent them after the remainder of the security forces before he turned his own attention to the men in suits. Alexander knew the plan, draw the security to make it easier for Odin and his team, and he didn't have a problem with killing anyone that stood in his way.
Realizing no orders had been directed at him, Alexander held back. He watched as the rest of the team leapt forward, Loki moving after the techs and scientists, Buck and the brute from the new arrivals moving off to place their charges and Poet and Thor rushing to meet the security forces that have grouped against them.
Alexander was about to lay down his miniguns and charge into the melee when a door to the room slammed open and no less than 10 more ACS men come running into the room. Alexander smiled as he took in the new arrivals. Six of them were obvious soldiers, military rifles springing to shoulders as they entered. The other four were Security forces, handguns in hand.
For once Alexander was happy to have held back from combat. The twin minigun barrels begin to spin and before the ten ACS could react the deafening roar of the two bullet-hoses drowned out all other noise as a hail of bullets sliced into the soldiers and security officers. Blood sprayed over the door and when Alexander stopped firing and the barrels came to a stop once more not a single man was left standing. Confident that he had succeeded in stopping the others being outflanked Alexander turned to the main combat, ready to deliver a rain of death on any unfortunate to get his attention.
|01-16-13 01:56 AM|
Osiris (Jackinator): Taking a quick glance at Odin he motions that you should continue, trusting you to ply your trade with the same skill you have done many times before over many years. once more turning your attention to the cause of concern you find that there are several things going on with the door all at the same time. Firstly, you see that there is a crude anti-personnel explosive connected to a small wire. If you had opened the door all the way without hesitation, you would have fragged yourself and half your crew with high velocity shrapnel and napalm. It is a simple trap, without refinement, primitive even for the ACS. sneaking a look with a few of your reflectors on your gauntlet you find that there is a secondary charge, concussive, that is far more sophisticated. It seems that your opposition was trying to lull you into a false sense of security with the first charge, obviously they weren't planning on dealing with NAFI's best. It takes you a few minutes to figure out the way the charge is wired its components at first seeming to be tied together in a haphazard manner. You whistle inwardly at the complexity of the back-up explosive, its construction rivalling something that you or buck could come up with. Your efforts are further hindered by the fact that it is difficult to get a good view of the secondary charge, but you are finally able to get it deactivated, allowing you to snip the small line that leads to the anti-personnel mine. A final sweep with an EM detector reveals a proximity sensor obviously designed to detect motion across the hallway that lies beyond the portal. Unfortunately this sort of thing is not really your forte, wishing that Loki were on hand, you do your best to work a feedback loop into the sensor, before deactivating it. You think that you have disarmed the obstacles to the best of your ability and turning you give Odin the all clear a full 6 minutes later.
Spectre (Lord Ramo): You have little to do but to scan the surrounding area as Osiris works on gaining the team entry. Taking a moment you order Hermes to ghost down to the north corner of the building, mirrored orders for Breaker. You want to make sure that no one stumbles upon you without advanced notice. Your eyes are constantly turned upwards to the top of the wall that lies at your back and toward the windows that peer like empty eye sockets from the buildings around you. Odin seems quite content with the orders you have issued, nodding at your intiative, but his impatience to be past the obstacle before your part of the team is clear in his stance and expression. You start to get the feeling that you are being watched, some sixth sense tickling the hairs on the back of your neck and it is with great relief that you hear Osiris give the all clear, a relief heightend by Hermes' and Breaker's report upon their return that there were no signs of enemy troops.
Spectre (Lord Ramo) & Osiris (Jackinator): Odin motions Spectre into the portal first, giving her a full 10 second lead to scout the small maintenance corridor attached to the exterior entrance, Osiris following closely behind. You travel down the hallway, pleased to find that so far all of the intel on this place has been top knotch so far. You know that 200 feet ahead of you is a maintenance junction, that also contains a security checkpoint with a single guard. You also know that that guard controls the only method of opening the double blast door that leads from the maintenance hallways, directly into the core of the processing and mixing chambers. It is going to take a fair amount of stealth to get passed this guard and open the door, preventing you from needing to take the long way around to the mixing chambers. You each count in your head the number of feet left, 200.... 175.... 150.... 125... you are almost 100 feet out from one of the lynchpin objectives of your team when the radio flares to life, Fenris' voice filling your earbud with his thickly accented voice, "Fenris to Odin." Odin's smile is evident in the gloom, he motions Osiris and Spectre ahead, stopping to converse with the scout, motioning for Hermes and Breaker to remain with him. He flashes battle sign as he speaks, his orders clear: Dispose of the guard, secure the control room. Obviously the information being passed between Commander and wayward scout is not important at the moment to your objective so you push it from your mind.
Steps quieting, you ghost, all but unseen, completely unheard, until you see the guard at his post, a chest high U shaped desk, cameras flashing between various shots of the maintenance tunnels. He sits, his attention turned to a computer monitor, the click of keyboard keys enough to muffle your approach. [Jack and Ramo. I don't care who strikes first, someone disable the guard, Odin's orders to terminate him were clear. Regardless of who makes the kill, you are silent, your objective is achieved without hitch and Spectre will take a small silver tube from the breast pocket of her tac rig, pouring some of the same acid Thor used on Cueball on the dead guard, his corpse, clothing and equipment melting away to a small pile of sticky sludge. On a side note, you guys were hella lucky on the percentage dice rolls I rolled for all of your encounters..... I wish my dice rolled that way for me all the time, in a manner that was beneficial to me!]
Thor (deathbringer), Buck (Anilar), Poet (Angel of Blood), Loki(Santaire), & Big Al(Romero's Own): Buck, Big Al, and Loki you are surprised as you hear faint voices coming back toward you down the hallway where Thor and Poet had disappeared mere moments before. As you see figures come into view, a larger group than you were expecting, you stand down from alert as you see that Thor in fact leads this group. He smartly motions you back to your tasks, questions about the other group of people, who are clearly another Valkyrie team, forestalled in his desire to get on with things. A few minutes tick by, the group waiting in schooled silence, Thor seemingly waiting for some sign or signal to begin. Though the time seems to stretch forever, only about 3 and a half minutes go by before you all hear and unfamiliar voice on the comms, "Major, I am in position. Two hostiles neutralized. The room is full of people major, 8 security personnel, 8 to 10 scientists, and two in business suits." Thor wastes no time turning to Buck ordering him to fire the breeching charges at the same time he tells the new voice over the comms to fire at the security personnel at will. By some wierd coincidence, just as the charges blow you hear another voice crackle across the comms, like it is coming from the very bowels of this facility, "Fenris to Odin." You barely have time to register the fact that the scout is seemingly alive and well as the charges flare and the wall crumbles. Thor, leading the team, is the first to through the breach followed closely by Big Al and the new behemoth of a man, the rest coming through as they may.
The room is huge in its layout, as you knew it would be, and the explosion of the wall catches the ACS personnel on the otherside by surprise, their forms frozen in the midst of tasks as Valkyries rush in through the access tunnel. You hear the tell-tale his of a surpressed weapon fire twice and as many Security Guards fall to heaps. This seems to signal a panic, the scientists start to run for the exits, three in all, the security forces begin to draw their weapons.
Thor barks orders at Loki and one of the newly arrived Valkyries, a woman, for them to intercept the scientists and technicians, preferably taking them alive. To Buck and the new arrival he barks for them to start placing charges around the generator room. To Poet and two of the new arrivals, twins, he sends them after the remainder of the security forces before turning his attention to the men in suits. You are not worried about the sound of fighting, as part of your job is to draw security forces toward you to make Odin's part of the teams job easier.
Poet (Angel of Blood): As you rush forward, you see that the twins are streaking alongside you, though one pulls a bit ahead of the other as you crash into the group of guards near the north exit of the room. Another one of the guards falls as the silenced rifle reports, dropping to the ground just as Thumper or Jumper, you can't tell which leaps upon the first of the guards, a sword materializing from nowhere. To your surprise the guard blocks this with the stock of his rifle, which is quickly kicked away by the twin. You attention is suddenly focused on the three guards that have raised weapons against you, a variety of handguns, but they are all armed with batons and combat knives. Kill all three, though you take a knife wound along your right cheekbone that you are unable to avoid so divided is your attention between the three.
Loki (Santaire): You and the woman rush forward, to try and corale all the mechanics and scientists which appear to all be heading for the south exit. You put on a burst of speed, out pacing your companion and your quary by a good bit. standing before the door you block their way, pull the pin on a stun grenade, and lob it into their midst. You companion recognizes what is going on and shields her eyes and ears at the last minute. From there it is easy enough to secure all of the dazed men and women and even spare a moment to make introductions with your new compatriot.
Buck (Anilar): Making hasty introductions with the brute, who mumbles the name Dixie, you lead him to the back end of the room where all the generators are that power the majority of this complex. Though Dixie seems a bit dim witted you soon find as you begin placing charges around the generators and support structures for the complex that he is a genius when it comes to explosives. His meaty hands flash nimbly around wiring, detonators, and charges. Thought you can't help but cast an anxious eye toward where your companions are fighting, you know that your duty is simple though the most pivotal, bring an end to this complex.
Thor (deathbringer): The two men in suits eyes both lock on you, their muscles bulge against the confines of their finely crafted suits, and there is a hint of something as if there is some glimmer of recognition and something puts your hackles on edge immediately. The pall of anticipation breaks when one of them says the name, "Ruiz" his eyebrows arching in surpirse. The other's hand shoots to his jacket pocket and the silvery flash of a cell phone is visible as he removes it. The pieces fall into place.... these must be men that work directly for Hale. It seems logical that an encounter with an enemy force so near this pivotal site for the ACS would draw a check up on operations from the man. You rush forward to stop the phone call just as the first man draws his pistol from inside his coat. [DB this is going to be a hell of a fight as they both are incredibly skilled and incredibly motivated. You are enough distraction to keep them both away from radios or phones, but this fight will last longer than this update for you. We will need to converse on MSN to work it out.]
Big Al (Romero's Own): You watch as the team leaps forward, Loki moving after the techs and scientists, Buck and the brute from the new arrivals moving off to place their charges and Poet and Thor rushing to meet the security forces that have grouped against them. You start to feel that you should drop the mini guns and rush into help them in the combat when southern exit door to the room bangs open and no less than 10 more ACS men come running into the room. 6 are true soldiers, military rifles springing to shoulders as the enter, 4 are Security forces handguns in hand. For once you are glad that you held back from the initial rush. You grin as your miniguns begin to spin. You are able to take out all 10, though the noise is pretty loud, there is little else to do. You cannot afford to let the team get pinned into this room.
Fenris (Komanko): As Odin answers, you are thankful that your transmission have finally come through. You begin to relay the fact that you have found that the ACS is working on an airborne delivery system for their control narcotics. As if that wasn't bad enough, you have found that the concentration is much stronger, based on the notes in the secure basement, than the stuff that they are pumping into the water here. Among the projects in the top secret area are also plans and a prototype of a long range dispersal rocket. ACS is working on a way to reach out and control populations further out than their own territories, perhaps even at a distance that could put Vahalla in jeopardy. [Komanko get with me on MSN at some point and we will work out the conversation and what Odin's orders will be for you.]
|01-05-13 09:03 PM|
The mechanic went down without a fight as I used his ankle to pull him from beneath the vehicle and clamped a hand over his mouth and nose, and another over his windpipe, he struggled feebly, arms flailing, body writhing beneath me. It was useless, and in less than a minute the man went limp as his oxygen starved brain finally gave up the fight and allowed him to lapse into unconsciousness. It wasn't long before Odin and Breaker returned, coming down the stairs to see our task completed with the same efficiency and professionalism he had come to expect.
We had bound and gagged the three men in short order and, finding a storage closet in the corner, heaved them into the small space, hopefully they wouldn't be discovered and their absence wouldn't be remarked upon for a while. We moved out of the building quickly and silently, ghosting through the shadows and with satisfaction discovered that the intel was indeed accurate, the access door was exactly where it was supposed to be. It was aging, rusting and looked almost unused, I examined it for a fraction of a second before a small extended from the forefinger of my augmetic gauntlet. I started it up with a tiny whine, painfully loud to our even slightly augmented senses, but easily drowned out by the noise of the plant in the background.
It was the work of a moment to get through the ancient lock, but before I put any pressure on the door I fiddled with my other gauntlet before spraying a fine mist of oil onto the hinges. The very look of them screamed squeak and a rarely heard sound could easily attract unwanted attention, I took a moment to rub it in, working it in between the metal. Satisfied I gently began to pull the door outwards before my fingertips picked up a slight catch on the door that shouldn't be there, wired? I sucked my breath in swiftly and stopped pulling, halting the doors movement with a slight pressure. I looked at the colonel warningly, whispering to him, "door wired."
|12-29-12 09:37 PM|
The team moved absolutely quietly as they stealthed their way through the facility. It was a difficult mission, the slightest thing went wrong and they would be in the hornets’ nest. There would be teams of ACS forces on them in moments, and there was no way that the team wanted that. They were quiet though, they were the best of the best. Spectre following Odin’s lead and sticking to the shadows as they passed through outlying buildings towards the main objective.
The facility had maintenance sheds and outlying buildings, each presenting a challenge to the NAFI team. Movement was a lot slower than Spectre would have liked but the squad was being meticulous. There could be no mistakes; there would be no second chances. As they came up on maintenance shed Odin held up a hand, signalling for the team to stop. Spectre froze in her position, wondering whether there was a patrol or camera that they had either been spotted by or were waiting to pass.
However with some quick hand signals from Odin it became apparent, few men in the sheds and he signalled to Spectre and Hermes to enter the shed and disable the occupants. Silently Spectre moved forward, Hermes behind her as they stacked up on the door. Whilst she would have preferred to be able to use her gun she knew stealth was the most important thing at the moment, and as such they had to stay completely quiet, she would most likely have plenty of opportunity later to fire off rounds at the ACS.
Quickly she burst into the room, spotting one armed man, unaware with his back to her and a non combatant in a chair, falling over backwards as she burst in Hermes a second behind. Spectre saw the guard turn, her hand instantly pulling her knife from her sheath as he reached for his radio on his shoulder and his gun. Throwing the knife she stuck it into the radio, her aim perfect as the man twisted back in shock. Hermes already rushed by her as he charged down the man with the gun, Spectre going for the non combatant before he could yell or raise an alarm.
The man raised his arms in defence as she reached him, using her momentum to throw a punch at his face. Even though he had his arms in the way Spectre’s other hand was moving, plowing into his stomach with as much force as she could muster. He folded forward, hands moving to clutch his stomach before she drove her knee into his face and he slipped into unconsciousness. She looked over to see Hermes had defeated his opponent, taking the weapon from him and policing it before the two of them were tied and gagged and thrown in a storage cupboard, both unconscious.
After they had been secured the Colonel entered and motioned for the team to follow him back out into the dark, Spectre taking rear security for the group as they moved onwards, stacking up on an old door which Osiris got ready to pick the lock for.
|12-21-12 06:53 PM|
Buck was watching as Loki did his magic, not that he could actually see what he was doing, it was clear that he was deep in a world that Buck couldn't hope to navigate in, just confirming what Buck had always believed since he joined the Nafi as a soldier. The Cybertechs was the most important members of the teams, no matter how sneaky deadly bastard someone could be, there was intel and systems that just didn't care about that. And it was clear that Loki was a bit challenged by this system, as it took a little while for him to shut down the laser detection grid. A sudden jump from Loki indicating he was finished, almost everybody flinched in there own way. Buck thought he saw Thor tensing up indicating that he was quite ready to unleash all kinds of hell and mayhem on whatever was threatening him or his team. But it went by so quick, Buck just thought it was his own imagination playing a trick. Buck had a in times past a tendency to make a short nervous laugh, when he was getting jumpy, but that had long since been drilled out of him, noise got people killed during stealth missions. But still a nervous smile ran over his face, as he raised his gun prepared for anything a bit too erratic. But nothing happened apart from Loki turning off the rest of the security systems with his freaky tech finger, a low deep hum sounding through the tunnels.
As the team moved forward on catwalks as silent as possible, some with more skill than others. Buck made a mental note that if he survived this, he needed a few more lessons from some of the stealth specialists. Even thou silent walking on loose metal catwalks with heavy weaponry and a pack full of explosives was something they weren't experts in. Buck had this feeling that there missing russian scout would still have been a ghost even thou he had carried Buck's equipment. But something was just not right, Buck felt he was being watched, even thou he knew Loki had shut down every security measure present. As the team reached the maintenance alcove, ringing of booted feet sounded above them, as a patrol moved somewhere above them on metal catwalks, not caring for stealth. It alleviated some of Buck's nervousness.
Thor shifted to battlesign, indicating that he an Poet would handle the patrol, Buck was ordered to prepare a breach in the wall. Together with Big Al, Buck moved to the indicated wall as Poet and Thor disappeared, Loki taking up position to defend the area. Big Al helped clearing detritus away from the wall, so Buck could get to it, quickly scanning and feeling over the wall, to spot its weakest points.
Buck reached into his backback, pulling forth one of his specially prepared wallbreach charges, which took less than 30 seconds to deploy. The central 2 pound brick was stuck to the wall, with a special glue that was explosive too. A thin ceramic cover outside the explosive brick enough to force the blast to go into the wall. 8 smaller 1 pound bricks was dangling from the centre brick, bound to each other and the center brick by explosive cords. The 8 bricks was placed in a pattern three on a line above and below the center brick and one to each side of the brick, in a rectangular 8 pointed spider web of explosives. To Buck it was a little piece of art, that would blow a nice doorway in the wall, and the team would only have to stay about 6 feet away. And best of all, the collapsing rubble would make more noise than the explosion itself. Buck stepped back to safety distance preparing his gun, signing to the others that charge was ready and they should be prepared. Making the small almost soundless click on the comm, to Thor that would indicate that orders had been followed, which in this case meant that Buck and the others was ready to breach and enter, awaiting the go order from Thor.
|12-21-12 03:31 PM|
Loki felt a seemingly sentient presence resisting him as he tried to breach the system barriers of the laser defence system. He filed away details of it for later study for he had never seen such a thing in ACS tech. Despite its resistance, Loki managed to breach the system barriers in forty-five seconds. After that it was simple to dismantle the tampering alarms and warning systems, followed by shutting down the power distribution grid that powered the laser grid. Irritatingly, the strange presence seemed to follow him, readjusting power flow parameters and sensor sensitivities to thwart Loki’s initial attempt to shut down the net.
Every time he changed something the semi-sentient program readjusted to compensate for whatever damage he did.
Getting bored Loki reached into the sub-routines and base code of his opponent itself before, and not without a small smirk of satisfaction, he set it into a continuous feedback loop where it constantly damaged and repaired a part of the system which was inconsequential to the laser grid. From there it was a simple matter to shut down everything powering the net, finally ruining the whole system with a localised EMP deployed through his finger spike. After deploying it he stood still with his eyes closed and laughed softly to himself. He was still laughing as he rejoined his squad.
He looked Thor in the eyes and spoke four words. “Good to go sir.” Then they began to move on, Loki listening with a smile to the low humming that finally faded as the system powered down fully. They were walking on a catwalk and there were no cameras and no additional traps or obstacles but something was wrong, something felt wrong. They ducked into the alcove where the charges were to be set and a moment later heard the clanging of boots on metal. So, their instincts had been right
Thor held up a hand to stop the team and seemed to strain to hear more, to gain more knowledge from the sporadic sounds that carried to his ears. It took a few moments of hesitation but finally he used Battlesign to convey his orders; Loki and Big Al were to clear the basement after Buck blew it open.
Loki covered the hall Thor and Poet had dashed up, all the while wondering how the ACS had managed to create a semi-sentient program...
|12-14-12 04:22 PM|
|Angel of Blood||
Poet briefly watched Loki work his magic, still somehow amazed after all is years of service at the skills the cyber-techs like Loki utilised. Drawing his eyes away from the complex yet entrancing movements of the tech wizards hands he moved further back down the line to cover the rear as they waited, wolfing down a snack bar in the meantime, his enchanted metabolism starting to burn through it almost immediately.
Almost ten deathly silent minutes later, Loki suddenly jumped up from his crouch, the sudden movement startled him so much that he almost powered up both of his kinetic blasters and half his weapons gauntlet.
"Fuck me Loki, give us a warning next time" He whispered down at him over their internal comms, barely audible to even Big Al next to Poet "Nearly blew half this tunnel apart"
With the obstacle removed, the team double timed it down into the sewers, speeding silently across the catwalks. Poet couldn't help but notice the distinct lack of security down here, no motion sensory, cameras, booby traps, nothing. Did the ACS assume the laser grid would be more than enough?
Even as the though crossed his mind, they heard the telltale sound of boots ringing across the catwalk somewhere ahead of them, Thor instantly motioning for them to stop, then after a few moments pause he quickly signed for them to split off, Buck to place charges. Gesturing for Poet to follow his lead, he then tore off into the darkness after the footsteps, Poet quickly following.
They'd covered barely 200 feet however when the sounds ahead abruptly stopped. The two Nightstalkers held firm and listened in, trying to discern why and how the sounds had suddenly vanished. After a few seconds pause a deep voice spoke out ahead as a shadow detached itself from the wall.
"Major Castelan" The figure said, hands raised placatingly, rifle slung across his back, not that is stopped Poet from aiming his own rifle squarely at the mans throat, Thors pistol likewise remained fixed on the man ahead.
The man looked vaguely familiar though, and wore the uniform and insignia of a Valkyrie captain. Unfazed by the weapons still levelled at him, he held out a hand to Thor.
"Captain Patterson, Grimnir, of the Dark Knights. We were activated as your reinforcements Major. General Bentley thought you could use all the help you could get."
As he spoke, four more shadows revealed themselves around the pair. Poet instantly switched his aim, his rifle at a big son of a bitch holding onto a massive launcher. He powered up the kinetic blaster in his left hand and raised it to one of two asian looking operatives.
Being outnumbered and outgunned didn't phase him in the slightest, what did phase him was the fact that they were Dark Knights, with the patches to prove it, his old outfit before the Nightstalkers, a fucking good unit at that. He noticed Thor lower his aim having verified the captain at last and clearly knowing him from a previous life. He let out a pent up breath and a sigh of relief as he lowered his own rifle and powered down his gauntlet, this wouldn't have gone down well at all if the verification didn't check out.
Grimnir introduced the rest of his team, Dixie being the big guy, Thumper and Jumper the asians. Poet barely paid them any notice though, his attention having been stolen away as soon as the captain introduced Isis. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed her straight away, perhaps because she was as ever concentrating on her wrist gauntlet, concentrating on some tech shit the cyber operative always seem to do.
They'd worked and lived together for years when he was a Dark Knight, fighting alongside each other the whole way, along with many a long night of poker discussing philosophies and other topics, along with other activities he wouldn't be sharing with anyone any time soon.
His attention snapped briefly back to the captain and major as Thor introduced him "That's Poet, he's useless but he gets the job done. Hence why he's coming with me to kill you noisy motherfuckers"
He shrugged at the intro noncommittally.
As Thor dived back into conversation with the captain, Poet moved from his side towards Isis. So deep in her work as always, she hadn't even noticed him alongside Thor when they faced off or even when he was introduced.
Stopping next to her and nonchalantly leaning against a wall, he casually remarked "You know I've always found guys like my guy Loki make much better cyber techs than woman do"
She paused, her fingers halting in mid-air, an elegant eyebrow arched as she turned to face Poet with a snort. He watched as a strange light in the back of her eyes dimmed and went out, before she stood looking at him properly, hand on hip,
"Shoulda guessed you would have crawled out for a stint like this." Her deep south accent having not changed on bit from how he remembered it, half way between a drawl and a purr.
He sniffed and looked around the sewer casually "Well you know, I've always been a sucker for a nice decor and good scenery" Keeping his tone and expression deadpan for as long as possible before breaking into a wide grin.
She broke into a grin as well, laying a hand on his shoulder, "Well, you sure now how to show a girl a good time. How you doing sugar?"
He shrugged off her hand and pulled her into a warm embrace, before letting her go and holding her shoulders as he looked her up and down, giving an over exaggerated appraisal, her strawberry blonde hair and green eyes as memorable as her accent.
"Been keeping busy, never could keep still. You don't look a day older since I last saw you, what was it almost a decade ago? Whats the secret?"
She punched him, a hard chuck on the shoulder, "Don't you start."
Her eyes flicked to look over his shoulder, her gaze locked on Thor.
"So that's him then? Right bastard from what I have heard," she says quietly. "But I suppose with what we have going on here," she says, gesturing to the surroundings, "we may need a bastard to do what needs done."
Poet couldn't help but hear the trace of pessimism in her tone, but dismissed it for now, looking over at Thor himself.
"That he is, looks like we both ended up in the company of rock stars. Don't worry though, behind the scenes he's really quite cuddly" When he looked back Isis was flexing her fingers idly, no not idly, hopelessly perhaps? "What's up? you seem…..well...not yourself?"
"It's this mission.... I don't know," she replied, her body letting of a brief shake. "It's just after so long, so many years in this unending fight, I can't believe we are at this point" she paused, then added "I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."
His expression softened as he nodded emphatically "I hear that. It could all begin with this mission, the real downfall. Guess I'm so accustomed to the fighting, the attrition, the loss, no real end game in sight, until now. If we succeed here, we'll be on the road to causing the downfall of these bastards."
It was then his turn to pause, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment before shaking his head.
"Look at you. Only back together for two minutes and you got me going all deep and thoughtful again"
A smile appeared on her face again, only a ghost of one this time, but a smile nonetheless "Well at least you have time to think. I haven't had a spare moment for almost eight months. This place, this dreary shit hole has been my life."
He frowned at the disparity in her tone, saddened to see his once so cheerful comrade and friends morale brought so low, the ghost of a smile on her once ever smiling and desirable face looked forced, as if she wasn't used to the action any more. Noticing Grimnir depart and the others preparing to move, he laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Listen we'll talk about this later, over a hard drink and a game of Texas hold em, okay?"
A genuine smile this time brightened her features at his words.
"Now your talkin' hun. Between you and me, the new guys on the team suck at poker. It isn't even fun to take their money any more. And as for Dix," she jutted her chin in the giant's direction, "you'd think with the size of him he would be able to hold his liquor."
She threw her hands up in exasperation, "they stick me out in the middle of nowhere, this cesspool, my only assignment in 8 months, and they don't even toss me a decent man in the mix."
He turned to follow Thor, Isis matching his step "So where we at? Do we have eyes inside?"
He grinned genially at her smile, now more genuine, actually reaching her eyes. As she inquired about an inside man, he rolled his eyes.
"Who the fuck knows on that one. Just yesterday I came to scout this place with our scout, sneaky fucking Russian but good at what he does. Then the guy just vanishes in here, no word, no signal, nothing. Fucking modern day Houdini"
"I was wondering... No radio traffic from him?"
"Not a whisper, could be dead for all we know, or worse"
She nodded knowingly, "I wouldn't count him out yet. I couldn't tell without actually being in, but it seems that they have specialised RF dampeners. Don't cut ACS signals or data lines, but if it is an unrecognised signal it cuts it at the perimeter, in or out."
"That is what I was working on when I was so callously interrupted," she says with an elbow to your ribs.
|12-03-12 09:38 PM|
He stood behind Loki as he worked, the cyber tech's eyes closed, fingers dancing in mid air, as he pulled and tugged at things he could not see. It was not the first time and would certainly not be the last God willing, yet still he could barely restrain the urge to clip the cyber tech round the head to snap him out of the madness.
He made do with a low growl, tongue flicking over his teeth, a low rumble emerging as he restrained his impatience, his whole body seeming to tremble with suppressed activity, like a dog on a chain.
The sudden motion of the cyber tech made some start, but Thor held himself still, unwilling to show weakness, to show how close he had been to flinching and reaching for his pistol, the true extent of his nervous energy.
A snapping noise before the tech jabbed at a hole in the wall with a triumphant thrust, like a fencer on the winning stroke, rewarded with a low hum as some system he had not seen powered down and the cyber tech smiled, giving him the all clear to move on.
He pushed on, doubling the pace to make up for the lost time, footsteps hurried yet still muffled as they pushed along the sewer floor, eyes scanning quickly across walls that seemed derelict, defenseless, the whole experience almost surreal, a creeping sensation of wrongness, like a foul stench on a cool breeze as they reached the alcove without difficulty.
No sooner had they reached, the sound of feet on metal made them shrink into the shadows, pistol and vibro knife appearing in Thor's hands as he strained his ears at the sound of voices above, the footsteps on the railings out of sync, indicitive of minimum of 3 maximum of 7 people in the distance. Hands emerging into the light he signed furiously
Buck set the charges- Poet with me."
He paused calculating the risk, 7 of the acs against 2 of the Nightstalkers seemed good enough odds, better protect the charges than run off on a goosechase that might not be real.
Plus Loki was set up for defense and Big Al, well if he had to spend anymore time in his presence he might knock the teeth out of that blue face
"Keep in radio contact, detonate on my signal."
With a nod to poet he ghosted off into the distance, following the low sounds that suddenly stopped and he slowed his pace, ears straining as he pressed onwards.
A movement in the darkness deep in the shadows and the pistol and blade came up as a face loomed from the darkness, coal black skin split by shining white teeth, hands held high as he stepped into the light, addressing Thor by name and rank
The face was distantly familiar, the gear he bor unmistakably Valkyrie yet the weapons never lowered the snarl never wavered.
"Captain Patterson, Grimnir, of the Dark Knights,"
The man held out a hand only to withdraw it as Thor raised the pistol to aim straight between his eyes. The name was familiar, matched the face, matched the signature on the intel they were working off
"We were activated as your reinforcements Major. General Bentley thought you could use all the help you could get."
Four further valkyries slid from the darkness, the movement his first sign they were there, the revelation making him grunt in irritation... was he getting old... they could have killed him, not many people could do that.
The pistol never wavered, his voice sharp and business like
"Hands up... code 346... or I blow your fucking brains out"
The eyes seemed to smile even as they rolled, bored, by the scenario he had repeated a thousand time
The hands never wavered"Alpha priority 439."
Bentley's code, highest clearance, never good enough for Thor, not now he knew the man
He let his demeanour soften, at odds to the steely gleam that burned in his eyes his weapons still up
"The first words you and I ever spoke to eachother... "
the words hinted by a smile "old friend"
He'd met he git once, meeting at hq, spoke to him in the breakroom after, heard things about him from Odin though, all of them deadly.
The smile blazed again, bright and sparkling in the darkness"this coffee tastes like shit."
The pistol dropped and Thor snapped "It's your fault you made it," holstering the pistol as he extended a hand
Patterson gave a grim laugh, allowing has hand to be enveloped and rung without a trace of discomfort
"True enough Major, never really had the knack for it."
"Better at shooting the coffee cups from enemies hands so I hear Captain. I'd like to see it for myself"
Patting his rifle his voice low and determined "Show me where."
Thor nodded a jerk of his head to the other 4 "and the rest?"
" My people, " he will say waving a hand, "Isis, Thumper, Jumper, and Dixie."
Isis was curvaceous, enjoyably so, the seductive contours of her body at odds to the standoffish nature of her gaze, the hard stare reminding him of Loki with tits and he almost felt the urge to laugh.
He'd have to introduce them, might loosen him up a little.
Dixie was a big bastard, something Thor would love to kick round the ring for an hour or so, the mine launcher in his arms cradled like a deadly baby, he towered above the pair of chinese lads that interested Thor the most. He gave a low grunt eyes fixed on the pair, on the weapons, they bore, he thought he knew what they were but he wanted to check
"Thumper and Jumper are Soldiers, close-combat specialists. Isis is my genuis girl, Cyber-tech, seen her do things with computers that I didn't think were possible, she is responsible for most of the intel we have on this place. Dixie, he is big, dumb, thick-skulled, and obstinant. But he is an artist with explosives."
His voice sounded like Thor's, so similar except his ran with thinly veiled fondness, a fatherly love for his team, their objections a mild chuckle or grunted appeal.
He nodded absent mindedly eyes fixing on Thumper and Jumper, like the head of the pride eying up two young challengers
Their nods were respectful, heads suddenly together to whisper too eachother and Thor turned to Poet, standing quietly at his side
"That's Poet, he's useless but he gets the job done. Hence why he's coming with me to kill you noisy motherfuckers"
Nobody objected, yet all 4 threw a look at the big man, who shifted sheepishly, eyes on the floor
"thank fuck your as dark as your fucking name or I would have blown your head off and asked questions later"
Patterson seemed unphased, another beaming smile as he grunted
"Understood Major." yet Thor ignored him
"Now we're breaching the substructure to reach the main generator room. Is there a way we can get overwatch on our way in, I'd prefer to fight corpses than guards"
He gave a little nod to the rifle
"and if your eye is as good as your rep, thats what i'll get"
A small, spider like, drone, scuttle off the wall, across the floor, crawling up to Grimnir's shoulder as the man scratched his chin
"Give me a ten minute start. There is a series of maintenance catwalks, and guard walks that overlook the generator room, not to mention an open ceiling. As long as the intel is right, and Isis hasn't failed me yet, I can make it up there, prior to your breech."
"You have 5 minutes to confirm your in postion,and 6 before I breach. Make it count."
Unphased the captain literally disappeared before his eyes the smile the last thing to fade as he melted into the shadows.
Sneaky cunt, nightstalker material if Thor had ever seen one, like Fenris with a smile instead of an accent. He hadn't heard from him since the ambush, Poet said he was in here somewhere.
Bastard was as slippery as an eel, who knew what his motives were. A crook of his finger and he began to walk down the tunnel, a splash from Dixie as he begun moving and Thor stopped, turning and throwing an arm across his massive chest, eyes boring into the big brutish face,
"Your with the fucking nightstalkers now, so you bring your A*** game, OK? I've heard Patterson's a ruthless cunt when it comes to his team, but I swear to god you make a noise like that on my watch and I'll fuck you over so hard your mother will feel it"
The big man nodded in respect a dull grunt of "Yes Sir" as they filed silently back down the tunnel.
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