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deathsdoctor) wrote2011-07-05 06:20 pm
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Entry tags:
- bite me luceti,
- don’t touch the nakama,
- enter the surgeon of death,
- for my nakama,
- goddamn droids,
- goddamn malnosso,
- hope’s the cruellest thing of all,
- one piece big no,
- property destruction go!,
- shouldn’t you be dead from that?,
- supernova alert,
- the doctor needs doctoring,
- the first mallynap,
- this will not end well,
- yes he’s human – no really he is
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.))
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.))
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Where else do we go?
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I'm loathe to involve anyone else, but they probably won't want to waste time anyway. [Lands gracefully. Who says you can't have finesse and speed?]
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[If no one stood in their way, Daisy hoped.
She leaps off Marco, drawing the contents one by one, before she carefully sets the head on the floor for inspection. Her hands are faster. She is being followed.]
Head contains visual receptors for detection. Possible uses for this part of the droid are communications, data storage, commands, and detection. It is possible that the chest and the head share these tasks.
[And judging by what her feed showed, the plating was hard to remove. Daisy assumed it was the rush she felt giving her extra strength to open this thing.]
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There are cables inside a metallic tube that crosses through the spine that connects the functions of the head with those of the chest. Droids were designed in a matter not unlike biological anthropomorphic bodies. General body alloy has a hardness similar to Covenant ship hulls or Hunters' shields.
[She picks the bigger pieces off the head, and spread them on the ground, keeping priority over the heat signatures they emanate.
A part of her knows the dangers of this. If your enemy has intel in his hands, you destroy it before he reads it.]
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Current objects lined up have greater mass, distinct forms, and more variable heat signatures when compared to the rest of what lies inside their bodies.
Possible objects listed in here may be the CPU, heat sink, power dampener, battery mechanism, comm systems, and others that may be unknown to us. Exact identification without proper time and equipment is impossible at the moment.
[Marco's fears are justified, and the Chief Petty Officer shares them. It's what logical tacticians would do against a mobile enemy strictly forced to be on the defensive... Moreso if even one of them can put them down easily.]
Where are they at?
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Do you want to get going or make them try to close in first?
I'm so sorry, I'm running out of technobabble. ;__;
[Better to face one or two at a time than the whole bunch...]
Wires seemingly based not on copper or any other known conductive materials. Use of optical fiber in the transmission of information possible. All elements inside the droids are connected, likely noting a synchronization of the entire unit in the middle of the Operation.
Maintenance costs for the deployment of even one droid of this technology should be big on most worlds, but it's possible shifting technology may have made reduced the costs.
[She attempts to pry open one of the mechanisms laid out. If there were things she got to see inside of them... Know how it worked...]
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Didn't see them come into the building, did you two? Did they sneak in... or were they shifted in?
But that's not all. There's more circling the building now, though sparser numbers. Like the other droids are somewhere else. Positioned.
Tactics are changing. Can you adapt?]
s'ok There's only so many times you can describe circling like a vulture
[Aims a flying kick at them to keep the door shut.] Better hurry, leave the parts you've already got data on, eh? We can toss the rest along the way.
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With Marco's word, Daisy stuffes her tools back into the box, and hastily puts into her bag the innards and mechanism she had yet to study. Then runs back towards him, with a grip stronger than before.]
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Or that Law was already taken.
She jumps back, her actions gaining speed. She opens the bigger mechanism to try to inspect it and--
...
It doesn't resemble anything. Her mind pauses for an instant. It's as if it was Covenant technology with even less attachment to the laws of physics.]
Mechanism analyzed of unknown property. Unable to be compared with sorts of technology known at the moment. Possible use is engine.
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[Flies and tries to keep smooth rather than quite as fast, if they can't land... might as well stay up high for now.]
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[Her voice is a little higher so Marco hears him. Once again, she tries to do away with the "If I've had more time".]
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[Swoops out towards the mountains, hoping he can confuse them into giving up the village.]
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[Which makes her suspect. Can shifting technology be used as energy?
Her heart races. Still watching the equipment she is inspecting, she has not seen the bluff that Marco has tried to pull.]
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New tactics. There is adjustments being made. While you are being followed on the ground, droids are being positioned at every logical landing site. The high points where you must pass.
Hidden.
If you go to the mountains they will be shifted there. They are already in the village. And if they need to? They will come up to you.
There is an ambush being set up and what a topic to talk about. Energy. It is an appropriate one.
Now Marco... what kind of energy makes you helpless?
You are flying into a trap.]
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[Well, that'll be bad. Ocean in midair... hm.] Think you can finish that fast and toss it? If I get switched out of phoenix in mid-air... [Mentally swearing and just swerves off sharply and hesitates, his instincts are to go up where it's safe, but he fully remembers what Law said about devil fruit users. There has to be a safe place somewhere. Or at least somewhere he can put her and defend against in the incoming.]
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And Marco would be in danger if she takes any longer.
The voice of her humanity resonates. Team goes above everything.
SPARTAN-023 stands up, sees the masses of droids piled strategically around the village. Her entire body moving swiftly like a trebuchet, she launches the artifact a long distance towards the forest.]
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... by now, Law has been bagged. There is smoke rising in the distance.
... if not, well, the attack starts now...
With all the shock of being dumped in the ocean. Oh don't worry, if you fall, you'll be caught. And once they have you...]
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[Mumbles slightly and he's grateful the tiniest hint of pink won't show up through the blue. He swerves off the other direction from which she threw the head to take her down somewhere safe to land.] Sorry I couldn't buy you more time, eh.
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Her eyes slowly return to normal.
Daisy-023 wants to drop on her knees to recover her breath and her heartbeat, but she continues to stand. Even her hands barely shake. She holds Marco with a weakened grip as she is sent down along with her helmet and tools.]
... Don't mention it. [Looking at Marco.] I would've got us both hurt if I had kept going.
[That, and she was dealing with unknown technology. If it was shifting technology as she assumed, she didn't know what would happen had she tinkered its' insides as the droids hunted them.
And Daisy hates the thought of people getting hurt again because of her.
The Chief turns her head. Where Law's house was, there was now smoke rising.]
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Find anything useful? [Slowly lands down in front of her apartment building after keeping a look out to make sure all the droids were leaving.]
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