Jory Posted February 18, 2015 Share Posted February 18, 2015 Jory slid down the ladder, stumbling a little as he landed hard at the bottom and walked forward to clear the way. Oliver didn't even bother with the ladder, simply leaping down the open hole behind his Trainer. The lizard's eyes glowed yellow in the darkness of the sewers, making it clear that this GAO was as at home in the sewer as it was in the dark shadows of the forest canopy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
K_H Posted February 18, 2015 Share Posted February 18, 2015 Kenny used the ladder to slide into the Sewer, stumbling a little as he landed a bit hard. Emma, on the other hand, ignored the ladder completely, simply using her patagia to glide down onto her handler's shoulder after he landed. ((For those of you who aren't all that versed in Biology and Anatomy (Or were too lazy or preoccupied to look it up), the patagium (plural: patagia) is the part of a Flying Squirrel (Which the Morpher Virus modified into the GAO Species known as "Emolga") that allows them to glide and parachute, and is located between the front and back limbs of a Flying Squirrel. (The same applies for Emolga, seeing as they were derived from Flying Squirrels.))) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chim Posted February 19, 2015 Share Posted February 19, 2015 “No, we’re not,” Logan whispered to the civilian. “We had a… little incident and are looking for our squad. We don’t even know where we are but that doesn’t matter. Get behind that counter and stay there. I don’t know if we’re dealing with friendlies or not…” He then turned his attention to the soldier with the light. Figuring he was too late to hide, and to possibly create a distraction for Lars, he readied his gun. “Who are you? If you say we are AWOL for being here, doesn’t the same count for you?” he asked, holding his place next to the door. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted February 20, 2015 Author Share Posted February 20, 2015 Lars and Logan ((Lols, soldier... that gun is modded to only shoot paintballs, remember?)) "I'm one of the watchers who are supposed to be monitoring the games..." A voice suddenly called in both their minds. in an instance, the light faded to nothing and once their vision adjusted... they saw a fox-man standing before them, looking a hell of a lot like Clemont actually, though a bit shorter, red markings across his belly and his mustache nowhere near as majestic or grandiose. He was flanked by a middle-aged woman in full black fatigues, assualt rifle resting across her shoulder as she glared at the two privates from behind pitch black shades. "And this is Second Lieutenant Borne," The Kadabra continued, forcefully directing the soldier's attention to her... specifically the gold woven bangle-cord on her arm... "What, did you beleive that General Clemont wouldn't have various delegates to monitor different sectors on a closer scale? Well, your wrong my friends, very wrong." He turned his attention to Sleepy specifically as the GAO lay fast asleep in his handler's arms. "Now explain yourselves, Privates. You went and managed to teleport yourselves all the way across the country- that's all I was able to detect before I had to scramble to report to the General and find a MP to pursue you." "He's bein' real nice to ya, ya know?" The female MP interjected- apparently able to hear his voice as well. "I'm personally all in favor of just slapping both your wrists with cuffs and letting the higher-ups deal with you..." She spat on the ground, disgusted. "Tch... goin' AWOL like this, I outta shoot you dead and save them the trouble of even Court-Martialing you. have you dolts even heard the news over the past day or two?" "Finding privates Walker and Kaiser" "Watch yourselves down there," Surge called into the subterran as he coaxed more silk out of the spider he'd just finished tranquilizing, handing the lengths over to Private Carter as Infantry kept watch for anything else that might come at them. With a stroke of his knife the stuff was cut cleanly and Private Cannon hobbled over on his crutches, looking at the silvery rope expectanatly. "It's exactly what you think, soldier..." Surge said, himself and Carter beginning to work the substance into a suitable harness... * * * * * "Private Cannon's coming down, guys" Was the only warning those soldiers who had already descended got from Lionel before he and surge began lowering the injured E-1 into the underground, slow and steady, Lionel serving as the mouth of the pulley while Surge stood several feet back as the base. on non-frozen ground. The staff sergeant cast a glance over to Nathan meanwhile, nudging his head towards the various capsules laying on the ground- some having been there when they'd arrived, some there from Surge subduing and recapturing whatever had escaped and attacked them. "Grey, go ahead and collect those GAOs for us... whoever their old handlers were, they all belong to Spark Alpha now... It's tough, but... it's just the way it is." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flux Posted February 20, 2015 Share Posted February 20, 2015 "Tch... goin' AWOL like this, I outta shoot you dead and save them the trouble of even Court-Martialing you. have you dolts even heard the news over the past day or two?" "We just heard a moment ago..." Lars managed to get out, "though I'm afraid I couldn't catch much of it. Listen, I can explain this. Like I said, we don't even know where we are. Just a moment ago we were wandering the sewers of the training area when Sleepy here--that's my GAO--woke up and warped us out to this place." Lars' jaw suddenly dropped. "Wait a minute... you said we were teleported across the country?! Sleepy's never taken me more than a couple hundred yards max before..." He grinned. "That's awesome!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted February 20, 2015 Author Share Posted February 20, 2015 Lars and Logan "Yes, yes..." The Fox Man sighed, eyes glowing a strange teal all the while. "And so is this." Within a second Sleepy became engulfed in a identical light, beginning to stir and fidget in the Private's arms, only stopping when the Kadabra's eyes- and his own body as an extension- lost the shine. "You won't be doing any place-hopping for the rest of the War Games, I'll tell you that right now. As for oth- Gah... damn it!" He stopped short as a tearing sound forced him to one knee, thick bouts of crimson pouring out of his Achilles' heel as a monkey's cry was heard and Ace whirled about and landed atop a car roof behind them, hands coated in scarlet as he mocked the Fox man...claws retracting back into his finger tips. "I'm assuming this belongs to one of you..." 2nd Lt.Borne said, her cold glare shutting the Symbian's laughter right up as the thing backed up from the barrel of her pointed rifle, putting up his hands and shaking his head vehemently as if to say 'Don't do it'... though the MP looked more than tempted... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chim Posted February 20, 2015 Share Posted February 20, 2015 “Ace, come back!” Logan quickly commanded. He took out the capsule and a flash of light absorbed his favorite monkey before the woman would pull the trigger. “Sorry about that,” he said to the Kadabra, “but we had no idea if you were hostiles or not. We have no idea where we were teleported. I’m a medic so I can treat that wound if you allow me.” He raised his arms to show he meant no harm to the foxman. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted February 21, 2015 Share Posted February 21, 2015 "sweet! free GAOs!" Sid cheerfully said, resting his paint gun over his shoulder. "now..who would abandon these little critters? don't you find it little bit odd, sir?" Sid asked his commanding officer Surge. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted February 21, 2015 Author Share Posted February 21, 2015 Lars and Logan "Look, just stay where you are..." The kadabra ordered, hand held out- Logan found that the air in front of him was suddenly thick as a wall. The next moment the Psychic's leg began glowing a bright gold, the weeping claw marks gradually beginning to seal as the blood stemmed. The female MP looked as if she were about to chew out the Medic, but the Watcher spoke before her mouth could utter anything. "Enough, Second Lieutenant..." He began. "Enough time has already been wasted. If the escape was not intended, there's no point in pressing any charges for desertion or otherwise. As such..." His pupils blazed white. The privates found themselves... suddenly just not standing in the parking lot anymore. The scenery began to rearrange itself as they shifted back into their own dimension, bodies feeling strange from the unexpected teleportation as they both fell lat on their arses on a worn hard wood floor. They were in a building, it seemed, a regal one, fine, baby blue wall paper with intricate patterns of gold, a white ceiling with an overhead light fixture that looked like it had never been used before. The room was rectangular, with a large fire place against the back wall, unlit though a good supply of wood sat beside it. Two love chairs, a sleek blue matching the wall paper, sat atop a neutrally colored carpet, a small coffee table sitting between them. Two large gothic windows made their home in the right wall, a veiw of a very familiar cityscape visible through spotless glass. They had fallen near the door, it seems, a beautifully carved slab of mahogany with a silver handle... that had noticeable knife marks near the lock mechanism, as if... someone had been here... either trapped or trying to get in. Spark Alpha "They weren't abandoned, soldier," Surge called down the hole as Clint moved out of the way upon reaching the bottom, making room for private Carter to descend once the silk harness was pulled back up and stowed in the Staff Sergeant's pack. "This ice field, the smashed capsules, the loose GAOs running around- what happened here was a battle soldier, and whoever handled these things before we came along just now was probably either captured or forced to leave behind equipment and retreat...Doesn't matter though, like I said, their ours now, can't just leave government property in the field without either destroying it or collecting it." The Bridge... "Where the hell are they?" Chang asked, checking his watch as his two Alphas were being patched up by one of Geo's medics. It had been nearly an hour ago that he'd ordered the retreat from the suburbs and gotten reprimanded, and yet... there was no sign of his soldiers anywhere. "They couldn't have possibly gotten lost, not when the route would've been so straight forward and static..." "Then obviously they were captured." A woman's voice interjected from behind. Chang cast a glare back at his allied commander, not liking the implications. "What, you think Spark Alpha wouldn't be capable of it? They have a reputation on base for a reason, Chang, and you said yourself that they forced you into withdrawal from the area. With you teleported back here, whose to say Surge didn't lead his men in full pursuit and detained every last one of yours?" "That's a ballsy move, even for the crazy yet cautious Phoenix Killer," Chang said, shaking his head and looking back towards the streets down below. "I've got a reputation too- and Surge is probably smart enough to go intentionally drawing me towards his team, not when he nor his men have the GAOs to counter my arsenal over there..." He nodded to the Land Turtle and the Blue one. "Seems like they handled them well enough when you weren't looking." "I told you, that was all the damn Fox's doing..." a few moments of silence passed, wind picking up a bit and blowing a few loose papers around in it's gust. The nearby medic called to apprise them that he'd provided the best treatment he could with so few supplies, though neither Staff Sergeants responded to him. Then finally "We have an alliance for a reason..." Chang said. "You act as though I haven't been working on it the entire time," Was all Geo responded with, the Walkie Talkie on her belt humming to life as a voice called. "Mam, I have visuals on Hot Wasabi's holding location, over." "What are we dealing, with, soldier? Over." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted February 22, 2015 Share Posted February 22, 2015 "welp, more for us i suppose." Sid said as he cross his arms and scans the ice field. Croagunk cross his arms as well as the bipedial frog mimics Sid's movements. "as much as i love free stuff, we should probably get moving, Logan and Lars might be trouble, seeing that there are hostile people lurking around in this place." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chim Posted February 24, 2015 Share Posted February 24, 2015 “Oh great, it’s just one thing after another,” Logan complained as he got up from the floor. He studied the room as his eye fell on the marks on the door. “Lars, look at this. What should we do now?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flux Posted February 25, 2015 Share Posted February 25, 2015 Lars' eyes widened as he looked around the room, a grin spreading across his face. "I've gotta say, this is my kind of place!" “Lars, look at this. What should we do now?” Lars turned his attention to Logan and the door, his grin slowly becoming a frown. "Well, I can't say that this makes me feel very safe... It looks like someone was trying to break in here... which means it might not be in our best interest to open the door for them. But that would also mean we can't leave... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chim Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 "So what do you suggest we do? It doesn't look like we've got any other options except for opening it," Logan said. His hand went over the marks. "We can just break it and try to surprise whoever is waiting on the other side." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flux Posted March 9, 2015 Share Posted March 9, 2015 Lars shrugged. "Well, if you insist. We might as well get on it then." A flash of light appeared as Lars released Dominance from his capsule. The Nidorino looked up expectantly at Lars, giving a small snort. Lars met Dominance's eye, pointing him in the direction of the door. "All right, buddy," he started, "We've got to get through there. Think you can break it down with that horn of yours?" Dominance ran in a tight circle, giving a grunt of confirmation. He dragged his front leg on the door mat a few times before charging head first at the door. Splinters flew off the outer layer, though it was not enough to get through yet. The Nidoran reared back again, slamming his horn into the door over and over, doing significantly more damage to it each time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted March 23, 2015 Author Share Posted March 23, 2015 ((So, someone requested views of the outside world? oh, I am going to have sooooo much fun...)) Somewhere in the Sahara, Africa... "We good?" The man known as Kaffir asked his light skinned companion as a sand choked wind picked up yet again and tore across the fierce expanse of silky white all around them. His Shemagh rippled and furled in the blistering tempest as his hands tightly griped the jury-riged rifle in his hands; something crafted from an ingenious mix of improvision, adaptive thinking, and superb skills at bull-shiting the commune armory master into lending him spare and broken weapon pieces that would've otherwise been melted down and recycled for the walls. The pitch black, fierce hound of hell lounging at his feet perked up it's ears as a ruckus began in the distance... gunshots and hollers. "No, we're not good..." Replied Kaffir's companion. He crawled out from the underbelly of the derelict jeep, oil staining his hands and face- rendering his skin even darker than Kaffir's own dark chocolate hue. His golden blonde hair damningly marked him eternally as one not hailing from the region however. He whipped his palms on an already filthy cloth before taking his Rifle from Kaffir. It was an old AK-47, heavily modded over the years, lovingly maintained with it's vibrant, cherry wood finish and it's gleaming bayonet of pure silver. "Where are they heading us off from? damn bastards are invisible..." "There." Kaffir pointed to a nearby ridge among the dunes, the sun's hellish fires blazing bright against the rocky outcropping as already man after man on horseback assembled in the dunes. A line of white linen... that was all they were as they all sat there, identically wrapped and armed, their mounts fiery manes somehow refraining from setting all those motherfuckers alight- like Kaffir found himself hoping they would. His hound got to it's feet as he dropped his gun, producing a silver set ring from the folds of his robes as the beast snarled. "There easily hundred of them... more probably follow behind." He looked at Gold-hair, his dark chocolate eyes deep with the coming storm... "Go. only one of us survive here... I hold them off- you get back to sanctuary... tell mohamad we have invasion coming... tell him run far, tell him run fast... tell him not worth fighting." He slid the peice of jewelry onto his finger, feeling the surge in his mind as the multicolored stone flared as bright as the sun and the bangle affixed around his Hound's neck responded in kind. Gold Hair still had not gone... face conflicted as an insectoid emerged from the sands nearby, wings unfurling wide as the dragon prepared to sweep it's master away. "GO!!" he said as his hound became engulfed in the light, body forcibly growing and strengthening. A howl that forced the sun to grow even fiercer issued out as Kaffir's own irises took on the same vibrant hues, flaring like some jin's... before him now... stood something that looked like it could have crawled straight off of satan's lap... "I say go, damnit!" the fearsome young African snarled. "What, you deaf, Gold hair!? Go! Only we die here, you go carry warning!!" Gold-hair did. He leapt, and the next moment he was soaring into the heavens, a storm of sand blazing all around his wake... as in the distance, Kaffir grew smaller and smaller... and the last thing he heard was a cry the shook the sky itself as a pillar of fire erupted from the earth like some biblical scene and guns and hollers again tore through the air. Lars and Logan The door broke away like tissue paper as Dominance hauled off against it... must've been older than the two had originally thought. The corridors were filled with afternoon light from large, unseeable windows down at one end of the hall. The same exact hard wood floors and wall paper adorned the passages- whomever designed the placce obviously had a sense of style... from the 1890's, perhaps. There were no heavy boot stumps. There were no footsteps. No shouting or sound of someone running up staircases or grenade pins being pulled or rifles readied or... anything. just the silent creak...creak of the old wood as Dominance trotted back to Lars' side. Wherever they were in the city... perhaps... they were alone in the building? ((Surge and co. will get an update later)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flux Posted April 10, 2015 Share Posted April 10, 2015 Lars raised an eyebrow as the door broke down. That had been easier than he'd expected. Additionally, there did not appear to be any immediate threat, much to his relief. It seemed they had been in the wrong with their suspicions, at least from what he could see at the moment. The building was eerily quiet. "Well I've gotta say," Lars started with a grin, "This is definitely my kind of place!" He took a step into the hallway, Dominance trailing behind him as he inspected the wallpaper. "This place is pretty old-fashioned," he said as he walked further down the hall, "But I think it's in our best interest to give it a good look around." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chim Posted April 10, 2015 Share Posted April 10, 2015 Logan raised an eyebrow at Lars's remarks about the place, but said nothing. Instead he followed his comrade as he released Ace. "Keep an eye ot just in case," he ordered the monkey who was riding on his shoulder. "By the way, Lars, do you have any idea how to find our squad back? We've been teleported around a lot so I have no idea where we are or where we should go." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flux Posted April 10, 2015 Share Posted April 10, 2015 Lars frowned. "I'm afraid I don't really know much more than you do." He continued down the hallway. "Sleepy did all that on his own, without any direction from me. And I have no idea why that lady would have had us teleported here, of all places. I think our first priority is just to find a way out of this place so we can get a good look at our surroundings. Maybe we'll be able to recognize something outside." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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