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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 21, 2016 14:32:50 GMT
Greyman smirked oh this fool was in for a surprise he probably thought he was fast enough to doge the dash and maybe he would if he aimed directly at him but if he aimed past him he'd be going exponentially faster and the target would probable survive (30% odds of permanent injury) and though it'd hurt Greyman if he could end this now he'd get in all the credit and be certain for the job. He turned around as if planning to dash away that quickly turned back and aimed his dash at a spot 30 meters behind Ten.
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 21, 2016 23:50:21 GMT
Upon hearing the mercenary's request of him, he stopped himself from raising an eyebrow in bemusement. So the mercenary was able to discern some of his powers from the little display back in the armory; he certainly couldn't recall telling him. He also pondered on the wording of the mercenary; a trail sounds like something he could follow if he developed his powers further, but for now he had a radius of operation within which he could detect emotional fluctuations and presence; his record was around 210ft, if he recalled correctly. And he recalled everything; both a blessing and a curse, depending on the circumstances. Responding with a sharp nod, he swiftly turned on his heels and headed towards the stairs leading into the thick of the underground city, motioning with his head for the others to follow him.
Heading down the back streets to where he had noticed the grey one disappear, he expertly maneuvered through the back streets as if he had grown up with them, his analysis from earlier allowing him to recall paths and routes that would aid them in their pursuit. Remaining silent in concentration, he waited patiently, his eyes scanning every opening intently. This is something he had learned from younger days; treat it like a hunt, and it would soon become one. All he had to do was head forwards carefully, and...he would get something, he mused as his pupils narrowed as his powers ramped up like they always did. He had something; rather faint in terms of distance, but a potent source nonetheless. Blocking out the arrogance of the grey one and the collective nerves of the group, he closed his eyes in silent concentration, before feeling them snap open a few seconds later.
"Two o'clock. It seems he may have provoked the grey one." He added, feeling the source almost clash with the grey one's emotional source; they must be very close. Breaking out into a sprint, he ran off towards the source, expertly maneuvering over abandoned cars and through tight spaces, before he stopped dead against the wall of a building in a back alley, looking left towards a junction where he saw the grey one turn around in defiance. Eyes furrowing almost imperceptibly in curiosity, before feeling his eyes widen in surprise as he instantly turned back and utilised his apparent dashing ability towards an unknown target, out of sight. It didn't take a genius to figure out the target in question. "Please don't let this end horribly." He silently begged in an exasperated whisper, before setting off into another run, exiting the back alley and seeing the target and the grey one embroiled in a test of mettle, both completely focused on the other. His eyebrows raised once again in slight alarm.
It seemed for now, they were well and truly underway.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 22, 2016 1:26:35 GMT
Ten planned it out, locking his thoughts onto the best possible outcome, refocusing on himself and watching as the human bullet screamed forward in a viscious line. The down side of being ten seconds ahead Ten knew exactly how much screwing up was going to hurt but luckily he also knew how to avoid it.
This was going to be fun... almost like a ride. 'Dont break him'.
Ten waited until the grey guy had come within a few stride rolling to the side and casting out the snare the opposite direction. Wrapping around Greyman's waist, Ten snagging the whipped end and piggybacking onto his target pulling the cord tight while holding himself agains the other's back in a flat footed crouch, all this in few split second set of moves. The dossier was right about this one being invincible while in motion... Anyone else might've been sliced in half. Ten Pressed his boots flat to the other's back as they traveled another thirty meters winding the excess cord around Greyman in a very particular way. Good thing he had that shield too! This was still going to be amusing.
Ten leapt from his riders positions to the right side just as Greyman stopped the momentum throwing Ten forward but still holding the cord. The effect spun Greyman but slowed Ten's fall to the point her hit the ground rolling and coming to a sliding stop Ten threw a sticky grenade that stuck to Greyman's chest "WHAT EVER YOU DO DON'T MOVE, I'll send help." Chuckling and bailing into the nearest set of alley's. It was only a paint bomb but it'd give him some time while the others tried to figure out how to disarm the 'explosive'.
This one 'was' awfully cocky so he sorta had it coming. Vaihl had been watching and cued up a solo radio message "That's not nice at all Ten."
"Nope, but funny as hell." Ten dissappeared into a nearby alley and found himself a good lookout point a little further away, there was confident and there was stupid and eventually these newbies would get clever... that was the point after all.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 22, 2016 2:17:39 GMT
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT HOW DARE THAT FU- no, no calm down remember what Numbers taught you it all comes down to the math, emotion just blinds your judgment." Thought Greyman, "One breath in, one breath out, good now analyze the puzzle."
Item one: The cord coiled around your body, loose now that the man in black wasn't pulling it taut, it was clearly some kind of wire trap and you ran straight into it
Item two: The sticky bomb on your chest, not on a timer, from what Ten said probably motion sensitive, so don't move anything except your head
Item three: An ASSHO- no, no, stay calm, a man in black carrying a baseball bat and other assorted gadgets running around somewhere in the city
Item four: The rest of your team, those odd twins with bone powers, the scarred veteran, the doctor, the odd Asian man
Now take these parts of the equation and start generating solutions.
Solution 1: Use your dash power in the hope that bomb will detonate whilst you're protected by the momentum bubble
No, the bomb is physically attached to your chest it would simply detonate inside the bubble killing you instantly
Solution 2: Move incredibly slowly to detach the bomb
Possible but risky you don't know how sensitive it is and it might be designed to detonate if someone detaches it
Solution 3: Wait for the rest of the team and see if they can help
A safe bet, the Ukrainian is bound to have experience in this sort of thing, but also time-consuming and frankly embarrassing
Solution 4: Dash backwards whilst drawing the wire up to dislodge the bomb and send it far enough way that in the split second before it detonates you have time to get out of the radius
This one has a decent chance of success but you'll almost certainly break your arm also when dashing backwards you can't control the target so the distance is fairly random, you might break your legs
Greyman hadn't felt this powerless since Numbers died and he'd be damned if he was gonna let Ten and the others laugh at him whilst he stood their like a statue begging for help, Numbers would have told him to go for solution 3 but Numbers was dead and sometimes pride wins out over logic.
Greyman took a deep breath, wrapped his hand around the wire and then dashed backwards whilst simultaneously bringing the wire up across his chest knocking the bomb flying into the air. He heard rather then felt his Ulna snap and his legs groan in protest. Luckily the dash ended about twenty meters back although the momentum almost ended him up on his ass. There was a low thud and he noticed some yellow paint spattering his trainers...
Solution 5: This is a simulation so there's no way they'd use live munitions, idiot
Through the horrendous pain in his arm Greyman managed to scream one long "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
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Post by Raz on Nov 22, 2016 3:28:59 GMT
He glanced to tech, "You head on inside with the twins. This'll be our lookout position for now. You should be free to do as you like with the cities electronics." He turned to Vergil. "You hang with them until we come back. See if you can find any supplies that could aid us here. Specifically medical ones in nature, I have a feeling Grey will be ne-" As he said this, he heard an echoing, "Fuck you!" Almost disappointed to be right he shook his head. "I'll be heading after him. Took needed to be knocked down a few pegs before we can start working with him. Till I come back Cecilia is in charge."
With that he took off towards the sounds of battle, being certain to use side alleys and opened buildings. Along the way he sees plenty of damage that has been caused. "Came in like a bull didn't he? Got cocky with his new toys." He spotted the groaning man in the distance and set up shop. His rifle pointed out a window from the back of a pottery shop. From here no one can see his scopes gleam. One things for certain, he isn't heading out into the road to get Grey. He'd done the same trick before, wound an enemy and make them listen to his cries for help. They'd try to help him only to wind up dead.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 22, 2016 3:44:55 GMT
13x13=169 14x14=196 15x15=225
Greyman worked his way through the squares of the numbers to keep his mind off the pain, another trick taught to him by Numbers (fifteen years in the ground but still saving his ass). Greyman begins to walk back to the starting point he must've bought the rest of the team enough time to set up whatever nonsense plan their glorious leader was coming up with so he'd get the doctor to fix his arm and then he'd find Ten AND SHOVE HIS FIST SO FAR UP HIS A- 16x16=256
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Post by silent15 on Nov 22, 2016 18:43:26 GMT
The moment he had heard Greyman's echoing profanity rebound from building to building, Vergil merely sighed and began unpacking the supplies he suspected he would need to treat Greyman. Morphine for the pain, a splint to immobilise broken limbs and antiseptics and bandages for wounds. He was hardly surprised, the man had struck him as insufferably arrogant. If he had to guess, he suspected that Greyman had charged off after Ten half-cocked and had paid the price. Still, he might have seen something about Ten that could give Vergil more information to work with. Looking out a window, he could see Greyman staggering towards the building, clutching at his forearm. "So it's his arm that's broken," Vergil thought to himself, "No other injuries in sight, which is a small mercy, I don't want to have to give him too much morphine as I suspect I'm going to need it before this test is over.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 22, 2016 18:57:55 GMT
67x67=4489
Greyman walked into the building clutching his arm, he thought he could see a little bit of bone peeking out throught the sleeve of his shirt which had turned an unpleasant shade of red. "Doctor! Get down here!" He really, really needed something for this pain so he could get back in there to break Ten with or without the rest of this team. "And glorious leader you better have thought of a plan by now!"
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Post by Raz on Nov 22, 2016 19:24:31 GMT
There was no response from inside the building. The impromptu medical station was nearing completion. The twins were on watch, they seemed nervous but no longer afraid of the weapons they held. This was good, but would it be enough to catch their target? After Ten didn't return to strike at the wounded Grey, Merc took a moment to watch the building they were staying in. Defensible, but those Windows would need to be boarded up. These buildings offer far too many points of entry for his liking. Quietly he crept back to the compound. He arrived home safe and sound, with his weapon slung over his shoulder. He watched with satisfaction as the group looked ready to strike him when he came inside. He heard Grey demand a plan and shook his head. He set his rifle against the wall, took out something from his own bag of tricks.
"I have a plan, Grey. I've had one from the start, but I felt if you were so eager to prove yourself then you would be given an opportunity to do so." He gestured towards the man's broken arm. "This was what you accomplished while you were out there. Meanwhile Ten is unharmed and ready to go. I let you go out and get your ass kicked because you're endangering the lives of everyone in this room. Now, I don't care what you think about me or say about me. But while this mission is underway you're to follow my orders. Understood?" He stepped forward until he was nose to nose with the other man. His voice deathly low. "If you get in my way and stop us from completing this mission. I'll kill you."
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Post by silent15 on Nov 22, 2016 19:24:38 GMT
Vergil arrived downstairs to find Greyman standing in the entrance. He guided him over to a chair before wordlessly pulling out a syringe of morphine and injecting it into Greyman before getting to work. Reset the bone, hold it in place with a splint so that it could begin to heal, disinfect and stitch the exit wound closed before wrapping the wound in bandages for good measure. Nothing he hadn't done a hundred times before at his clinic. Vergil didn't say a word while he was working, preferring to focus on his work and let Greyman and Merc have it out. It was only after they had finished and he had begun cleaning the blood off his hand that he asked, "So,did you see anything about our adversary that we can use against him?" He figured that revenge was the best angle to take with an ego like Greyman's.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 22, 2016 19:42:43 GMT
Greyman carefully watched the muscle-bound fool as the morphine took hold, as much as he disliked Merc he also knew that he had a not unreasonable point clearly 6>1 and it was unlikely that any of these idiots would be willing to take orders from him so he'd play along for now (also judging by the man's size and brutal demeanor he was probably capable and willing to carry out his threat). He bit down on any sharp retort and simply gave a wordless nod.
The doctor asked him a question and Greyman briefly closed his eyes to replay and analyze his rather brief encounter with the enemy. "He wields a baseball bat as well as numerous other gadgets and traps. He is either incredibly fast or has some kind of extrasensory capabilities because I was coming at him blindingly fast and the bastard still outplayed me." Greyman said the last bit between clenched teeth the anger threatening to take over again.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 22, 2016 19:48:23 GMT
It was at this point Vaihl had come down from her own perch to check on her recruits. Genuinely concerned walking in through the front "How is it Dr. Virgil? Do I need to call in anyone?" She was also curious to see how the shield suit was holding up.
"Ten isn't someone you take one on one." Being more comforting as she examined the suit and the bone puncturing out "Think I can tweak it to give the field a 'splint' effect to prevent future breaks by regulating the power consumption." Musing to herself "Once you're done with the doctor I'd like to make the modifications before you break anything else."
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 22, 2016 19:52:48 GMT
"Not much more than that, likely; I was watching." He cut in smoothly, entering the building in a stride after pointedly ignoring the trap that their target had set for him; he wasn't as eager to embarrass himself as Ten may have thought. Maybe that endeared Ten towards him, maybe not. But right now, coordination was utterly off for some of them. Regardless, he may have made some of them jump, if the spike in surprise was anything to go off of. But he didn't really have time to measure their reactions. "The technopath utilises a mechanical drone, he knocks it straight out of the air almost instantly. Your current patient-" he continued, sending a sharp nod in the doctors direction. "-moved at a speed faster than I've seen most people move, but he countered it almost effortlessly. It's like he knows what we're going to do before we've even done it. Perhaps there's inconspicuous cameras around the complex; I'm not entirely sure how far the extent to which the technopath's powers extend, so for the moment, I'm not ruling anything out." He finished, his pupils growing even more narrowed as he extended his reach to search for their target. Nothing in particular yet, although he didn't doubt that would change.
"And what kind of leader-" he continued, focusing his attention on the mercenary's threat towards the grey one, ignoring the fact that he had spoken more times in the last ten seconds than he had the entire time he was here. "-threatens to murder his subordinate because he deviates from the plan? A leader is supposed to inspire, is he not? I don't pretend to know how it works in the mercenary trade, but personally if I heard that one of my subordinates had a habit of threatening his co-workers with murder should they refuse to follow his orders, I'd be very tempted to call Human Resources. Or Darwin Resources, in our case. But then again, I do not take very kindly to such threats against somebody with whom we are supposed to be collaborating with; perhaps the concept is foreign to you. But I have become too familiar with the concept of murder through refusal to obey orders, and I am not continuing that trend here." He continued, addressing the mercenary with dull, emotionless eyes that hid an intense fire. "I do not condone his actions in the slightest; in fact, I would commend retribution wholeheartedly. But if you try such an action, then I assure you that you will have to go through me." He threatened calmly, taking extra care to take hold of his emotions. "And I assure you that you will not have the same luck with me that you would with him." He finished, ignoring how the room had gone deathly silent. Meeting the stare of the mercenary with calm defiance, before turning on his heels once more, and walking towards the entrance. "Carry on. It's past time I encountered our target myself." He announced, exiting the building and heading into an empty street, hearing somebody else enter the building as he exited it; likely Ms. Barbas from the sound of the footsteps; heavy, but strangely gentle.
Stepping slowly and deliberately into the open area of the middle of the street, he breathed in once and breathed out slowly. He felt the target's presence a while back. He was on his way. He wondered if Ten had a counter to somebody who could cripple you in an instant. He wondered if Ten even knew. Waiting for his target may be an all-around tedious endeavour. No matter, he thought; he'd find out for himself.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 22, 2016 20:01:06 GMT
"I'm sure that he has some sort of enhanced perception, but if he caught onto you while you were dashing then his reflexes are way beyond what is simply trainable." Vergil mused, "But superior reflexes don't make sense if his core ability is perception based. Unless... Oh. Oh I have been appallingly slow. It even explains that moniker of his." Looking at the others Vergil voiced his hypothesis, "Ten is a damn precognitive."
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Post by Raz on Nov 22, 2016 20:07:14 GMT
Merc kept his gaze on Grey for just a moment longer. He put away whatever he'd been holding in his hand that he'd removed from his bag. With this settled he went to his rifle, examined it and sighed. "Which is why when we strike at him again we'll be doing this as a team. Given how he dispatched Grey and Doc's analyse on what he's capable of, I suppose it's safe to say that he has some form of future seeing ability mixed with enhanced reflexes. Otherwise, regardless of what he saw he wouldn't have been able to avoid you. Now, since this is the case I won't be able to use my sniper rifle to bring him down. Even if I used rubber rounds it would shred him to bits which isn't allowed unless he goes lethal." He picked up a piece of paper from inside one of the filing cabinets and began sketching the layout of a square just a few hundred meters away.
"With this information we can have a real way of fighting him. Grey, you'll try luring him into this square by engaging him again. There the twins will be lying in wait with their submachine guns. We can nail him here or at location bravo." He circled a second location close to the first one. "He'll likely suspect that it's a trap and move elsewhere. If you can't direct him towards the square you'll guide him here where the Doc and I will be waiting."
He stared at the group for a moment. "If this fails and you can't get him to engage you then we'll be using our ace, Paradox. You'll snatch him up and take him to Ten wherever he may be. Then you'll haul ass out of there. Paradox will know what to do at that point." He pointedly ignored Paradox's threat. He sure loved making a nuisance for himself didn't he. The thought of working with these people was steadily becoming less appealing.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 22, 2016 20:10:53 GMT
"That would be incredibly useful thank you Miss Vaihl." Greyman said in his most respectful tone of voice and he wasn't lying his deepest fear was breaking his bones in such a way as to deal permanent damage this feature could exponentially decrease the risk of using his power and hopefully prevent future incidents like this.
He was surprised to hear the quiet man berating Merc, from the amount of time they'd been talking earlier he'd assumed them to be allies but human interaction wasn't his specialty.
A precog, of course how else could he have outsmarted Greyman? Greyman rembered a precog he'd met in the hospital growing up she'd always scared him with how she used to stare at him and start giggling at secrets only she knew so it was just perfect that the one to humiliate him in this way would be one of their ilk.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 22, 2016 20:29:18 GMT
"As for Mr McHardy's injury, Ms Barbas, I've provided as much treatment as I can and it will heal in the fullness of time. Any more treatments would have to be done by a flesh weaver as I've done all that conventional medicine can for him. Fortunately the break is roughly midway along the bone, meaning I haven't had to immobilise his wrist or elbow. Meaning that provided the splint remains in place he should still be able to participate in this test."
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Post by Raz on Nov 22, 2016 20:29:38 GMT
He sighed,"Course he came to play hero." He hadn't really meant to kill Grey, it was just a threat to get him in line. Then along comes Paradox who seems to love having making things difficult for him. "Do whatever you want." He said stepping out onto the street after grabbing his gear. He began looking for a vantage point to survey the area.
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Post by Envy on Nov 23, 2016 0:20:41 GMT
Techint found a way into the speakers and was able to make a backdoor for himself. Disappearing in a flash of azure Techint beings to look for Ten while at the same time seeing if he could bust into anything else that gives way. Like I said nothing that is technology can be secure only manipulated to seem safe and stuff, I wonder who were the the other techies that worked on this little training room because props to them they had some good security measures. But I wasn't to tough for me to break through there security hell now it's only a matter of time before I find that road runner and we then catch and then maybe I can go legit and hopefully meet someone along the way.
Seeing want he want Techint starts to crack open the locks that were previously locking him out. "The hell were these schmucks thinking were they were seeing up this programs?" Says Techint happily as he continues to work away the security holding him between a legit job that pays good. Techint grins checkmate now this is for lobbing a empty at me Babe Ruth!
Techint sends his drones out all over the city to find anyone to deliver the news that Techint haves for them.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 23, 2016 3:48:04 GMT
That was adorable, shame he broke an arm but Ten did play nice all considering. Watching from a distance they gathered again, Ten wasn’t nearly dumb enough to raid a building they all housed themselves in. Especially not with an Empath lurking around, the nastiest trick Vaihl had pulled... also a very bad idea. Depending on the guys sensitivity Ten getting hit by his bad mojo would end poorly for both of them.
Precogs didn’t mix well with Telepaths and Empaths, the loop of seeing all the possibilities and it mirrored back to the sender that generated feedback and multiplied the original signal and went through the loop again. It was an exponential nightmare of emotional overload, like staring into a mirror in a room of mirrors and getting lost in the infinite reflections. Precogs had their own torture that refracted back to the telepath, a precog repeating a painful failure or their own death over and over as they search for that perfect result, to an empath they feel the same emotion repeated almost infinitely and both Precog and empath would be well out of commission, and damage was more than just a small possibility. Teen just hoped Vaihl warned the kid about that and kept it light...
Didn’t need to share his nightmares with that kid.
Meanwhile
Vaihl had Greyman stand still while she accessed the suits device battery. “So you know exactly what I’m doing, I’m altering the dispersion of energy the energy charge from your dash will be used at a much slower rate until I get a chance to add some spare heat sinks and batteries but it will reinforce your body... kinda like a full body brace that is as flexible as you are, so instead of a few moments of invincibility after the dash I’ve set it to ramp up upon impacts as well as have a low level field.” Vaihl explained it as she worked surprisingly dextrous with claws “It’ll take the edge off of rubber bullets and falls as well but that’ll run down the battery for fair warning.”
She was forgetting something but it wasn’t with this device.
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Post by Moferiah on Nov 23, 2016 12:36:38 GMT
To say that things moved quickly during their look out was to say nothing. The whole confrontation between Greyman and Ten seemed do be over in a blink of an eye. And result didn't look too favorable for their group. After that she watched as one by one, everyone have assembled in the same building turning it into impromptu base of operations. Even Vaihl seemed to have joined them for now. With all the conflicting personalities atmosphere in the room felt rather tense, but there was a bright side - now they knew Ten's ability. Though it sounded like it wouldn't be one easy to fight against, at least now they could have a precise course of actions instead of walking in blindly.
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Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 23, 2016 12:56:04 GMT
In spite of them now knowing Ten's ability, Ivory started to have some doubts about success of their mission. It takes a good plan and exemplary teamwork to take down someone with precognition, while her companions clearly were not on a good terms. Only hope was that they will be professional enough to not allow this enmity to ruin whole operation. While thinking about that, she glimsed one of the Techint's drones closing by. "It seems that our technopath sended his drones to bring us some news"
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Post by Envy on Nov 23, 2016 15:18:55 GMT
The drone flyes down to Ivory the screen lights up in text appears "I've got a libe on ten I'm tracking him atm. Even though he's a precog and I'm a techie there to many variables for him to predict so I'm still coming up with a plan I'll have more info soon my friend." The screen turns off and goes back to scanning for access routes and ten.
Man I swear that ten is one slippery bastard to catch and I have a new found respect for Ms.Barbas she does know how to make a tech based training room.
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Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 24, 2016 19:51:34 GMT
"Acknowledged", nodded Cecilie. After drone departed, she turned around to others, so she can relay received message. "According to drone, Techint currently tracking Ten's movement. There isn't anything specific yet, but soon we should receive another report with additional information." Ivory didn't particularly like to be one on a look-out. It's wasn't like she envisioned this "combat oriented test" at all. Still, it wasn't like she had the chance to do anything more interesting.
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Post by Envy on Nov 25, 2016 22:50:49 GMT
Ah yes there we go now a couple of more breakthroughs and I'll have that little precog locow in no time! Techint finally breaking pass the last barrier of the audio systems he now can freely move around in the speakers and even track down what devices are hooked up to the speakers. I'll wait a little bit to send out the drones I need to make sure that Ten cannot predict what I'm doing here so I have to do other things so that there to many variables for him to id.
Techint missing around with the speaker systems beings to wrap around and location various pieces to look for more access routes. The claptrap drone that Ms.Barbas loaned to him portals it's way down the alleyways and side streets. The quad copter drones patrolling the sky. Techint beings to use a Tech-sweep to see if he can ping anything that he use against or take away from ten to lower his arsenal.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 26, 2016 4:46:20 GMT
Ten had to assume they were going to narrow in on him soon, it was the only logical move after two hit and run attack regardless of how well they went neither were the kind of attacks to stop and opponent cold... Vaihl's order were law after all, not a woman even Ten wanted to piss off... hell the big cat lady could probably take him if it were drawn out, that big brain of hers always figures out a way while her high-end regen gave her the lasting advantage. Ten still had human level stamina and couldn't take nearly the same punishment.
BUT it was time to change up the ground game considering he'd already used his EMP grenade and the tech kid was going fullbore after him... and they had the mindflayer out on the street... didn't want to shoot the kid... even with a rubber bullet Empath types were sensitive... and held grudges unlike anything else.
Ten had a car prepped, and old convertable chevelle, hotwired and ready to roll. Firing up the engine, Ten skidded unto the street. Smoke puring off the wheels as he drew his revolver and aimed for the Empath's mid thigh... rubber bullet but it'd slow him down. There were a couple ways the first shot would go but the second shot wasn't wasn't going to miss hard to say where it would land lots of possibilities. It was the down side of his powers... sometimes there were just too many variables, Ten did his best to control the environment...
The shots fired Ten sped off down the street in the car skidding left and then right and then left rounding the block, he was only creating distance between him and the Empath, the biggest threat down here besides Vaihl herself... whom could probably run down this car if she had too. Ten wouldn't go far not yet it'd defeat the point but he was trying to draw them out and test them all one by one... or two by two... three was pushing his luck against specially chosen Darwins couln't afford to be taken off guard.
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Post by Raz on Nov 26, 2016 15:21:21 GMT
In a window on the second floor of an apartment complex, Merc watched as the car sped away from Paradox. "Lucky I don't hold grudges kid." He says as his aim steadies on the left wheel of the vehicle. He fires a live round at the wheel. If he swerved right it'll tear through his engine block instead. If he swerved left it'll cause the shot to go through his back wheel instead. Even with his precognitive abilities he won't get out of this unscathed.
Without checking to see if his shot hit, he dove for his machine gun which housed rubber ammo. Even though it was rubber, if it hit the windshield of the vehicle it'd punch through at this velocity. Instinctively he started spraying the driverside section of the windshield.
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Post by Moferiah on Nov 26, 2016 20:08:15 GMT
It looked like they wouldn't get much more time for recuperation. Faint sounds of shooting finally brought to Livie's attention the fact that both Paradox and Merc were nowhere to be seen. Combined with a sound of distant fire it didn't bode well. Likely meant executing Pavle's strategy exactly as planned wouldn't be an option either. But maybe it could be adapted to the circumstances at hand?
She really hoped that Techint will be able to give them sum-up on what's going on soon enough. She hurried over to Greyman and Vaihl.
"Not to rush you or anything, but we might need to act soon..." she trailed off trying to determine by the sounds if the fight was still going on.
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Post by Envy on Nov 26, 2016 20:48:34 GMT
Well looks like it's time to make an announcement. Techint haves finally taken full control of the speakers through the training room. His Tech-sweep has revealed so weapon caches that were unknown to him creating a mini map of the city he marks all the caches and tells claptrap to go to some of the caches. So that he can wrap over to claptrap and destroy the cache but first.
Over the speakers "Hello hello is this thing on? Well hello everyone your favorite technopath has been at work and he got some very interesting stuff at his disposal. I'll be out to you all in a second! Techint out." Then he exits the speaker systems and leaves open his access routes so that he can get back into the system.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 28, 2016 8:30:00 GMT
Ten was making somepretty good time when he caught wind of something nasty coming his way. The roaring motor, there was nothing like it! It was so fun and it was going to go to shit in a matter of ten seconds. Not alot of time but enough to revenge his ride and jump ship.
Ten was halfway out of his seat when the shot struck the car, turning the wheel hard and rolling it violently Ten on the other hand had hopped off onto the roof of of the nearest vehicle, seeing his way to a soft landing... not easy! Alot of moving parts between here in there, somewhere in the midst of that Ten drew his gun and aimed for the source of the shot that downed his ride. His own rubber bullet aim for the dome of that healer with the big rifle... wonder if he can dodge bullets.
Ten had to change his focus fo that shot... a little selfish... and mildly dangerous... but worth it. The landing was rougher than he’d have liked considering he took his eyes off his own future literally. Couldn’t look left and right at the same time after all.
Ten rolled and slammed into a plate store window... thankfully his armor kept it down to bruises.... BUT it didn’t stop it from hurting like hell! Ten wasn’t invulnerable, not even a fast healer. “Ouch, I liked that car.” He groaned into the radio... “No more Mr. Nice guy... lets get serious shall we.”
Ten was going to go after the more experienced gentleman see if they protected their captain. Still so damn sore! He was on the trail of his target the shot was fired from the same little holding local so it was there or bust.
A grappling hook to the roof and an few sneaky darts and dodges Ten was closing ground on the shooter. Steering well clear of the Empath, and baseball bat at the ready. There was his target with a really big gun, never saw Ten coming till his bat tapped Pavle on the shoulder “I hope you have insurance.” remarking about the crashed car waiting to dodge the first incoming attack.
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