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Post by Breaker on Apr 3, 2013 21:13:16 GMT -6
Breaker was aware of the other guy behind him, and growled the civilian pounced on one of the other two. "I didn't mean me!" He shouted out, turning his attention to the last one, who turned his gun towards Ipsen when the latter attacked his partner. Breaker couldn't clear the distance between them easily, and he didn't have any ranged weapons in this suit.
Or rather, he didn't have any ranged weapons installed in this suit. He reached to his side, pulling a medium sized waste receptacle from the street. Normally something like this would be little more then an annoyance to a reploid. But force was measured by speed just as much as mass. And Breaker's suit was able to accelerate it quite rapidly as he hurled the canister. It collided with the 'roid with a loud clang, staggering him and knocking him onto his back after a few stumbling steps. With his last opponent stunned, Breaker closed the distance and placed his foot on the 'roid's chest. He instantly noticed something odd...there was no pain on his face. No fear. Just...a blank expression.
"This is Breaker. Ambushed by three 'roids, they are subdued now. Situation suggests a puppet system in place, not sure of the tech on it." He called in on his radio.
The voice coming over his transceiver was clear. "Roger. Mark them for transport and we'll bring them back to base. A base sweep of the area says there are some heavy energy fluctuations 300 meters west of you. Readings look similar to a plasma fountain, might be our runaway merc. Go check it out."
Plasma fountain...a beam sabre. Was there some kind of fight going on over there? It would be silly for him to be the only one to be ambushed. These thoughts ran through his head as he recorded the coordinates of the three and sent them off to Hunter Base. "Roger. I'll let you know if I find anything. Over and out."
But a new voice cracked on the transceiver. "Hold. One of the units you designated is human. We cannot teleport him."
Breaker looked over, seeing the only remaining enemy still being restrained by Ipsen. He walked over and smashed the 'roids arm with his foot, turning to Ipsen.
"You can let go now. There is something else to investigate, and you're coming with. Don't want some rookie running off alone."
Ok, so he was a rookie too, but that didn't stop the comment. "A human was subduing him, the problems solved. Ready for transport."
And in another moment, Breaker and Ipsen were alone, as the large Hunter broke west, his eyes peeled for the signs of combat.
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Ipsen
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Post by Ipsen on Apr 8, 2013 16:51:47 GMT -6
Ipsen said nothing as the fight concluded rather swiftly. Judging from the large reploid's reaction he almost sounded ungreatful for the assistance. When the human was asked to release his target he did so and stepped back, letting the three attackers be taken back to Hunter HQ. Breaker took the lead rather quickly when that little scene was over, and so Ipsen was following again. This time he decided to try and be more helpful and to cooperate better. "I know you think I'm a reckless idiot. But that thought aside, I will tell you some specifics about my combat training. I'm a hand to hand specialist. The steps in my training are misdirect, disarm, subdue, cripple, and then terminate. No offense, but a big lug like you made the first step easy, and the second two fell into place rather easily. I do admit, however, that I have no weapons training myself unless you count the training to properly use powered suits of armor."
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Magnus
Mercenary (Admin)
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Power: 6
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Armor: 3
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Post by Magnus on Apr 10, 2013 17:37:30 GMT -6
"...Whoa!"
...That was a close call! He barely managed to dodge a thrust attempt from the mysterious combatant when they suddenly sprinted forth without any kind of indication they were going to make a move. Though the unexpected confrontation had thrown off his train of thoughts with the shuriken idea. Then suddenly the person unleashed an onslaught of strikes aimed at his Phoenix Edge alone while he blocked for dear life. He had to do a bit of parrying as well to avoid gripping the sword with both hands, as he was still required to have a free hand to reach out for his throwing stars quick enough to hit someone with the apparent same agility as he. They weren't stopping either...like they were purposely trying to push him on the edge to weaken his grip and tire him out. It'd be disastrous to loose his hold on his sword, for he'd have to fend them off with just his projectiles until he could regain his weapon...and he certainly didn't like that for how difficult it would be in a fight like this.
But no more. It was time to turn up the heat, otherwise he'd lose for sure. He placed all of his strength into his single sword arm to halt the person's attacks, causing them to stand in an awkward position with their weapons locked on each other just like how the battle began. Attempting to overpower them again, Magnus clenched his teeth as the smoke began sizzling between their swords. It was his power leaking out on it's own...but there was no harm in allowing himself to go wild, now was there? Seconds later, his sword ignited fiercely with flames coating the blade entirely. Now definitely gaining the upper hand temporarily, he parried strongly enough that the enemy rocketed backwards from the force of his blow. It still wasn't very surprising that they managed to catch their balance the moment they hit the ground, but taking advantage of his chance to place his plan into action, Magnus swiftly used his vacant hand to reach behind his trench coat and to the back of his utility belt. He unleashed the folded windmill shuriken from behind and held it in front of him...now it was time to get that desired opening!
He spun himself around several times, allowing his power to transfer through his other arm to allow the flames to coat the unfolded shuriken's blades. He appeared spinning like a top on fire before halting his speed entirely and planting his foot into the ground, hurling the deadly weapon towards his recovering opponent. The very sound of the boomerang-type weapon was like the blades were slicing through the wind itself. The person realized the danger as well, blurring into motion to their right with their agility once more to easily dodge the blazing weapon, though the ninja 'borg had a smirk pierce his features as he already had three smaller stars in hand after releasing the windmill and tossed them forth in the direction the person dashed, then ran forth himself. His plan worked almost flawlessly, as the person was then trapped. They were forced to dodge back to the left while he darted himself straight forth with a strike from his fiery sword. Once they clashed, he purposely slid off their beam saber and back flipped again to gain distance, as the windmill was coming right back and behind them.
It was impossible to tell if their expression was a surprised one for that dark hood concealing their identity, but the way they turned around was proof enough that they weren't fast enough to dodge that one. They still tried, flexibly bending backwards, but having part of the cloth that covered their body ripped and parts of the spinning blades cleaving through the exposed armored area of the rip. Once the windmill gained that much force and speed, it was able to even cut through armor as strong as any other weapon could. Soon after, the weapon returned to his hand as he gripped the middle ring area and collapsed back to it's folded state. Now it was time to finish this, rushing forth in attempts to strike them down for good while they're momentarily stunned. Though this person was full of surprises, blocking his attack with a second beam saber brandished quickly from underneath the cloth with excellent timing the moment swords met.
"...Impressive." A feminine voice escaped from the hood as Magnus was parried completely. The shock hit his face like a strike of lightning, though the combatant swung their saber sideways, managing to inflict a wound to the cyborg's arm when he side stepped out of the way barely. It was still in usable condition, though he couldn't move it for a while to allow the sting of the pain to suck in.
He leaped back once now to gain a bit of distance. While he still couldn't see an actual identity, it was quite obvious that was a female bot. He refrained from speaking, though his phobia played a part in that. Now Magnus heard more reploid steps from both sides. A group was most likely about to come forth, but there was no way he could possibly know the exact numbers or who/what was coming. At least the apparent roid wasn't coming closer at the moment. It was enough time for him to recover from the pain of his wound.
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Post by Breaker on Apr 18, 2013 0:59:58 GMT -6
If Breaker heard the guy talking, he didn't indicate it. In truth, he had no interest in his combat ability, real or perceived. He was a civilian, and he was Human, that meant he needed to be protected. Frankly, Breaker would have been much happier if he'd just stayed back, but it didn't seem that was likely. His internal scanner wasn't picking up anything unusual. Even the power thrown out by a Beam Sabre wouldn't register on this thing until he was practically on top of it. The limits of personal technology he supposed.
His auditory systems, however, were more then up for the task of following the sounds of combat that went along with a Beam Sabre's use. He wasn't moving silently, heavy footsteps pounding on the pavement. Less then a hundred meters left, he'd clear that in seconds. Even he was faster then your average human. When they finally came into the area, he quickly surveyed what was happening.
Magnus and an unknown 'roid with a Beam Sabre, well that answered one question. Hostile, judging from the fighting, and they sure looked the part of the Maverick. Looked like Magnus had taken a hit, so they were at a brief respite from combat. But that wasn't all, from the other side there were more 'roids coming. At least half a dozen by current count, bloody hell! They looked similar to the last ones he'd found, which meant they were probably enemies.
Breaked punched the wall next to him. The act would look absurd, perhaps born out of frustration, or maybe the desire to attract attention. His punch knocked several chunks out of the wall, some of them of a rather large size. He didn't wait long before picking up and hurling one towards the 'roids on the other end of this fight. He'd engage the mystery 'roid if he had to, but right now he needed to get rid of the easy kills.
The piece of stone derbis flew like a bullet, and crashed into one of it's opponents with the sickening crunch like a soda can being hit by a car.
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Magnus
Mercenary (Admin)
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Post by Magnus on Apr 25, 2013 22:59:57 GMT -6
Just...who was she? That's what basically kept repeating itself within the mind of the slightly shaken mercenary. The chills...all over his body. His phobia was taking complete control for some odd reason. Despite his mental condition, he still has no problem fighting a female, since his attitude changed drastically during battle...but the eerie feeling radiating from the female reploid in disguise was distracting him constantly. What in the world was wrong with him? He can do this just like he was before. Admittedly, knowing the enemy was a woman was a shock, but even after the incidents in his past, he still battled against female opponents from time to time. But why was this one different...and why she causing his sword arm to tremble so horridly? I could be the simple fact that he still couldn't put a finger on her possible identity. If he met a female roid that frightened him this much other than the exception of Emilie, he'd surely know her. Perhaps that was it all boiled down to. Nah, that couldn't be it...
When she made a slight movement in her footing, he braced himself for the second round of combat...that's until both of them were thrown off focus entirely when hearing a loud crash of some sort behind them. Magnus was in a bad position to turn around completely to see who or what that was, trying not to give his opponent a chance to strike him while he lowered his guard. He just kept his sights locked on her, just wondering what move she was going to make. She seemed to be staring in the general direction of what caused that huge noise...but for some reason deactivated her sabers and taking steps backward...much like she was going to flee. If that was the case, he wasn't going to let that happen!
"Hey! Don't think you're running off like this!" He added quite the level of bass in his tone, causing her to halt in place just for a couple of seconds before shifting completely to a different direction.
"...Survive. Don't die yet." she spoke calmly before sprinting off quickly in the street. When he attempted to give chase, another roid literally came out of nowhere attempting to grapple him. With the woman's departing message and his wound irking at him, he didn't have enough time to react properly. But when it comes to counter attacks in general, there was no time to think about how you'll react, just that you have to do SOME sort of reactionary move to gain the edge. After dropping down to his knees, he clipped the roid with a which hook of the leg while bearing the pain of his injury. After his attacker fell helplessly on their back, he gained some distance between himself and the recovering enemy. He couldn't just slice his sword yet. He had to confirm this roid's motives....or not. The guy clearly didn't seem the peaceful type for how he had risen and slowly dragged himself at the mercenary. Something about him was...off. Was he a REALLY messed up in the head Maverick? The dull and lifeless stare in his eyes though...they appeared like he was being controlled than berserk. His movements seemed too automatic and with a specific pattern with the walk. Much like he was drag dancing. Weird.
While the thought was quite amusing, this was no time to get some kicks and giggles out. This one just had to be under the influence of mind-controlling. He's heard of those special reploids called "Puppeteer Units" around more frequently these days. Perhaps this was the result of one nearby...and they may be affiliated with either that mysterious female bot or the actual bomber. As such, he just required some help on tracking the master since he has no way to do that without the aid of a navigator. Out of all the days for Sean and Emilie to not have a job for him, it just had to be this one. Just his bleedin' luck...but not like he or they expected something like this to happen anyway.
It was then that he finally caught glimpse of the one responsible for that crash just then. Oh, the big guy from earlier. That would explain things...well, he couldn't call the hunter "big" since that was battle suit after all, but for some reason, he liked that little simple and played out nickname. If they somehow got along after or during this whole mess, he'd call him that simply out of poking some fun. But he was duking it out with the same guys as he was. Perhaps he knows more about these controlled roids? Who knows for now...just that he'd better pitch in and get crackin'. Since there's more than one of these guys, guess it didn't matter if he broke a few of them up. He'll have to avoid severing the top of their skulls simply out of keeping their control chips intact. They are innocent victims in a currently suspected puppet-master after all and technically not mavericks or anything.
...Ah geez. NOW they all want to pop out. From out of the shadows, dozens of the roids began to gang up on him...and what's worse was that female roid's completely vanished! She was fast, he had to give her that...but more importantly: run! It'd be foolish to take that many on without much of a plan. Eventually sprinting quick enough to make it over where the hunter was hulk smashing, he took a deep breath, taking advantage of the brief break. But...looks like the hunter had his own fish to fry. Resting his back against the part of the wall that wasn't...quite demolished, he had to give his arm a breather. While it was completely cybernetic, blood still rushed through it like a normal arm. He sheathed his blade and reached into his pack for a few shurikens.
"Damn. First that woman attacking out of nowhere, now this. Glorious day I'm having..." he remarked slightly with a sarcastic tone to himself, but sound enough for the hunter to still possibly hear. Putting the shurikens closer to him now, he turned his actual attention to the hunter now. If they both wanted to get out of this alive, they had to work together. "...Sorry about before. But putting that aside for now, mind if a lend a hand? This won't be easy..."
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