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deathsdoctor ([personal profile] deathsdoctor) wrote2011-07-05 06:20 pm

008 [Accidental Video] PLAYER EVENT, forward dated to the evening of July 6th

[Good evening, Luceti. Good evening, Community Housing Unit Two.

How is your night going? Are you with loved ones or friends tonight? Having dinner? Working? Perhaps, just perhaps, you’re contemplating turning in early for the night. It’s peaceful, as evenings go, after all. The stars are bright, the winds soft and perfumed with the scents of the nearby forests.

And over the journal, there it is…

… the sound of glass breaking. A book falling and thudding open… a snarl.

Here we go, that same old song and dance.]


Wha--- [ka-chink] WATCH OUT, BEPO!

[It happens with brutal speed and the journal window is obscured in blinding blue flaring light and shouts and screams and panic are drowned out in the sound of crashing and the ever rising roar of destruction and tremors that crescendos with an explosion. An explosion that tears out the exterior walls of Apartment 40 and most of the roof above it upwards and outwards in a cloud of concrete and twisted metal and other debris to fall like rain below.

Michael Bay would be proud.

And then a soft voice, horrified:]


Bepo…

[The voice changes then, becomes cold and unyielding as something looms into view. It is limned with blue fire and heavily bleeding, and it wields a sword.]

… listen up and listen well, you and your masters eavesdropping, because I’m going to say this only once. No one fucks with a man’s nakama and should expect to live. You want me?

[Death beckons.]

GET OVER HERE.

[And everything is drowned out in light and fury and rips outward from the apartment, ripping and slashing through the walls to the rest of floor eight and through the floor downwards to leave gaping rifts and wreckage in its path all the way to the sixth, and the roar only rises and the building shakes again.

Then it stops.

Eerie silence reigns.]


B-bepo? [COUGH. HACK. The sounds of someone dragging themselves across the floor.] … still alive. [The voice is wavering, relieved, before steeling.] Still alive.

[Bloody tattooed fingers pull the book closer, and something drips on the pages, and the man makes another wet, hacking sound.]

That can’t be…

… all of them…

[ And through that crimson veil, NOW you see it, in amidst all the wreckage and blood splattered everywhere, the remains of droids. The undefeated droids. Now empty eyed and shattered and reduced to no more than useless pieces. They don’t even twitch… just spark. Impossible, isn’t it? But long moments pass and yet…

No more come.

Look. The impossible is impossible no more.]




((OOC: For the sake of keeping the timeline somewhat together, I ask that there’s no multiple people arriving first at the scene in the action threads. I will be providing scene descriptors as necessary. The droids will be returning in one hour, wherever Law and the rest of the characters may be, and they cannot be stopped and they will do anything and everything to stop your character from halting them from catching their prize. I’ll be keeping a countdown of time left until they swarm like the zombies of The Night of The Living Dead. Please threadjack all over the place here.

As a bonus, here’s the music that would have cued up in the middle of the attack.))
daisy023: (Too many)

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[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-07 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Spartans had been trained with the purpose of doing the impossible, and finding weaknesses in their enemies, but this act

After a few seconds of hesitation, trying to make of what had just happened, the Chief Petty Officer focuses back on what they had now.]


This is SPARTAN-023. Mind if I come over?

[They're going to need those pieces. They could reverse-enginner those parts... Every bit of power they had could be useful. Tech beyond the residents or not, it was worth trying.]
daisy023: (Stand down)

[Action]

[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-07 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
Affirmative.

[With that done, Daisy grabs her pistol, her knife, a little medical gear, and a bag. Then runs towards the location in question, but having seen the footage does little justice to what she sees once she sees the Second Community Housing.

The unarmored Spartan scans the area... And the damage the building took. She tries to find threats, seeing only on the lower areas the ones that survived the onslaught. One of them a bearded man that had the looks of a civilian.

The looks, SPARTAN-023 reminded herself.

The tall woman recovers from her brief shock, and nods.]


Sir. [She eyes the higher parts of the building... Then the wounded.] Will they need treatment?

[Her quest to get and research Malnosso tech could have to wait. There are wounded.]
daisy023: (Fighting)

[Action]

[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-07 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
[The Spartan remembers the transmission. She had taken a small part in the relief effort this man organized.]

Law.

[She mutters to herself. Then turns back to her duty.

The woman is not fazed by the sight of blood. She had been borne witness to more gruesome deaths. But the man's Spartan levels of durability show that he is not a civilian by a long shot.]


You're injured, sir.

[She understates. Her empty bag is held on to higher on her shoulders, and her hand hovers over the first aid resources she carried.

In a way, he's still a superior officer -in medical matters, on what was concerned-, and it'd be his orders whenever if she stood and helped... Or if she went on to loot the remains of the encounter.]
daisy023: (Incoming)

[Action]

[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-07 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wordlessly, she drops the bag with first aid equipment before she runs towards the apartment, making one last glance towards Law. With her presence or not, they would need aid.

The Chief knows a pyrrhic victory when she sees it. Things would turn ugly with this incident. She had just recovered from her injuries from her encounter with Mu-12, so facing the droids without armor, and without supernatural abilities...

A part of her does not want to find out. She suppresses the memories of her kidnappings. All she knows is that the remains could be studied. Reverse-engineered

After the Spartan rises the stairs with caution trained into her, she arrives at the apartment. She ignores the disaster, and quickly grabs the mechanized remains to stuff them in her bag. There is a sense of hurry. For enemies like the droids, this was too easy. Confidence led to ambushes. Ambushes led to deaths.]
daisy023: (Stand down)

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[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-08 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[She has seen Covenant eat human beings, and planets that had been burned into glass. It was enough to harden any person towards the sight of death.

But not to all.

Daisy-023 does not trust the area. It had taken far too much damage, and even outside her armor, the floor looked as if it could collapse at any second. Law had good reasons to abandon this building.

A sigh. She removes the lock of her pistol.

The woman looks around the area. Then walks back towards the stairs with the remains she carried in her back.

Why did she still feel danger in this place?]
daisy023: (Fighting)

[Action]

[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-08 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Daisy remembers things she wants to forget. Memories of men in black overpowering her.

She knows this feeling. Kurt had once told her of this. The feeling of something watching her, beyond what improved eyes and ears could ever feel. Instincts dictate her to fight and kill, or shoot and never look back; but with no known presence around the area, all the Chief wants is to leave the building ASAP, and unusually so, avoid combat. She runs down the stairs with an unusual rush.

She needs to get to Law. She needs to get to anyone. Someone's following her.

If she comes out of the building, the rest would note that apart from the droids she carried on her back, her position had shifted into that of a soldier at the ready. Daisy-023 will try not to show it, and will try diverting that emotion into a drive to continue her objectives.

She is afraid.]
daisy023: (Incoming)

[Action]

[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-08 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
A funny feeling.

[When spoken by Kurt, these three words alone were enough to make a SPARTAN-II team turn cautious. The fact she is not the one supposed to have these feelings unnerves her further.]

Someone's following.

[She sounds neutral, but it is fear diverted into a drive to fight; a fight against something she cannot see. And now the shadows... Luceti had taken away some of her eyesight, but she knew shadows wouldn't be the way they were in that area.]
daisy023: (Too many)

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[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-08 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Don't know, sir. [She had never felt this before. She hates this, when feelings and thoughts did not find an answer.] Felt it inside the building. It was too quiet. I can't describe it.

[A pause. She remembers John and CPO Mendez hated when their men did not give out all information. As frivolous as they could initially sound.]

I felt something in my neck.
daisy023: (Fighting)

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[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-08 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[For the first time in her life, Daisy does not want to fight. She remembers she did not last against the droids unarmored, and if she sees them again... She doesn't know what would happen to her, psychologically. On strategic matters, the parts she had would have to be protected and delivered.

But she doesn't like the thought of leaving someone to his luck. Even if they were odds they would simply not be able to win. Spartans were attracted to impossible fights like moths to the fire.]


...

Any plans, sir?

[The Spartan's expression hardens, and her hold over the bag of parts increases. They could come for them as well. If they come for them, Daisy doesn't know how much could she gleam for less than an hour.]
daisy023: (Stand down)

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[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-09 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Daisy nods. An enemy was never to be allowed to have such an advantage. Even if they attacked with what she feared the most, the things that gave her the most nightmares...

To hell with it. They were not the toys of the Malnosso. She was not their toy. They fought against a juggernaut that seeked humanity's extinction. A Spartan fought against anything. Impossible or no, they had to resist. To leave a message.]


I don't know for how long could I get to study the droids, but I think I could record things with my helmet. Off the journal network. [Even seeing what were the droids like on the inside could let her know later what were they dealing with.]

Maybe a quick study, and then return to the postion. What were you thinking of, Mr. Law?
fierybluebird: (smile glasses)

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[personal profile] fierybluebird 2011-07-09 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Waves a hand casually.]

Yo.

[Okay, so he doesn't look like much. In fact, he looks like a freaking scruffy pineapple on the body on a lazy tattooed pirate. All that would be correct. However... he's also a phoenix. The flames won't damage anyone ever, they'll just heal and maybe feel mildly ticklish if you're sensitive like that, but he can kick and he's fought magma, ice, and a being made of light all on the same day. Did someone call for avoiding and possibly even trolling things? That he can do.]

Is there anyway you can do all that studying in mid-air?
daisy023: (What was mine)

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[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-10 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[SPARTAN-023 stares a moment at Marco. This man looked like a creature of mythology. A cross between a civilian and the images of the codexes of Pre-Hispanic societies.]

Don't think so, sir.

[At least not outside Zero G-Ops or in the back of a Pelican. Things would fall off the sky and she doesn't believe she can levitate.]

It'd take too long to get into my armor, even with people helping. [She usually gets on her armor with half an hour of anticipation. Maximum.] But if I got the helmet and tools to pry these droids apart, maybe I could glean something.
fierybluebird: (soft glance)

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[personal profile] fierybluebird 2011-07-10 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
All right, then we'll have to play a game of going from one place to the next. So long as you can either hold onto the parts you need or hold on while flying it shouldn't be a problem. Off the top of my head I know some rooftops and places the droids shouldn't be able to access easily, and depending on fast they are, that should bide us time at each point.

How heavy is your armor?
daisy023: (Keep low)

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[personal profile] daisy023 2011-07-10 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Five hundred kilos, but all I need is the helmet. I can use it to record everything I see during my research. We get the helmet and the tools I have on my quarters, and I'll be alright.

[Daisy holds on to his body, leaning down somewhat to compensate for the height.]

Have the droids ever catched someone that flies, or teleports?
fierybluebird: (phoenix flying)

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[personal profile] fierybluebird 2011-07-10 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Beats me. This is my first experience with them at all. [Makes sure she's on all right before spreading the wings wider and as big as he can get them to go. Good thing this place makes it easier to talk as a phoenix here.] I'm told they can't fly though, but if they can create a field to deal with devil fruit... we better stay out of range of that field or all I can offer is to catch you while we fall.

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