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Post by mirroreddementia on Jan 23, 2008 15:34:33 GMT -5
Makoa had just cut his way through the chain link fence before the first sounds of confusion began to arise. He made his way through the shadows, passing among many canisters of an unknown nature. Ahead, directly against the barracks wall was a missile rack, eleven long range weapons, the warheads strange and unfamiliar to Makoa, probably more of their experimental crap. Might not even explode. He'd have to take that chance. Keeping low, weaving through the canisters and supply boxes until he was before the missiles. Setting the remote mine on a middle one, he primed it and set out torwards the entrance. Time to start the commotion, he'd need everyones attention for his next trick. Within the arms yard were two roving guards as well as the two posted in the shack. Shifting into tactical movement, he raised his rifle and with a two quick BLAMBLAMs he caused the whole compound, the very night itself to pause in shock, in disbelief as the sound shattered the quiet night, dropping the nearest guard instantly. Before anyone had a chance to recover, before the sleeping men could realize that what they heard wasn't a nightmare, he fired a quick volley at the other guard, two to the chest, one to the head. Just as the guards at the yards entrance lifted their weapons and stepped out of the shack Makoa was before them, few quick squeezes all that was nescassary to end their lives, sending rounds their way, one at a time, ripping through their flesh and painting their post red. One managed to reflexively pull the trigger on his strange weapon, and an enery burst of a sickening intensity flashed out, luckily no where near him. It created a nice rivet in the ground where it hit, surrounding and filling it with an intense burn. Unable to contain himself Makoa let out a brief string of swear words provoked by shock. So thats what I'm up against here, he thought, Better not get shot, looks like it would be a real downer There were lots of cry's and shouts of exictement, Makoa rushing through the gate and out into the middle of the compound just as the arms yard was lit up by flood lights and men began tearing out of the barracks armed for a fight. Makoa had his sights on the development building, and that back entrane was gonna be his way in. The arms yard was nicely filled with a number of assholes looking for him. This was just to perfect.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Jan 29, 2008 12:51:17 GMT -5
Within the research and development building there was confusion and a very stiff air hung about the place. No one moved, and they murmurred amongst themselves, all with either a nervous or distressed look in their eyes. The largest group stood behind an armed man peering through a small slate of glass. From his position behind half assemblied equipment and racks of strange tools, Makoa could easily make him out to be Furst. Confident that he had his mark dead for sure, he began to rise, leveling his weapon slowly to zero in on his center mass. Then Makoa realized something very unnerving. Furst was no longer looking outside at the hustle and bustle, but instead he was staring directly where Makoa was hidden. "I know your there," Furst called out in an erie, grating voice,"I can sense you," d**n! Makoa thought He's made me, gotta get him off guard Instead of trying to hide, Makoa stood erect and came from around his impromptu cover. It wasn't a sure shot from this distance, but he still had the upper hand. "Before I kill you," Furst said,"I want you to tell me who you are, how many of you there is, and who you work for." Before he kills me? thought Makoa in disbelief. Pompous a** Lifting the remote detonator to the mine planted outside, he smirked and said "I am Makoa, and I work alone." An explosion ripped the night as his set of the mine, force enough to brighten the sky, crack the walls of the building he was in, and send much of the equipment around him tumbling down in a broken mess. He had opened fire in the same instant he press the button, clearly killingseveral of the workers that had surrounded Furst, but he himself seemingly vanished before Makoa's eyes. Instinctively, he looked up and left just in time to see Furst appear in blur before, eyes glowing with a strange blue tint, fury etched across his face. He struck Makoa with such speed and force that he had no time to evade and was thrown several feet away. Upon landing he immediately fired at Furst, hitting empty air. Accessing the situation, Makoa Prepared himself for the blow he knew was about to come. What had he gotten himself into?
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Post by mirroreddementia on Feb 7, 2008 15:06:48 GMT -5
Makoa was barely able to move his body fast enough to meet each blow with minimal defese, using the very limits of his skill to keep up, his fury growing with each strike. As Furst struck paused in the moment he was still right after he strikes, Makoa lunged forward with both hands, grabbing him around the throat and slamming him with all his might into the ground, quickly landing several heavy punches before repeatedly slamming his head into the metal flooring, blood begining to show in smeared spots. Makoa lifted Furst into the air, releasing him on the way up letting him hang in midair for the breifest of moments before delivering the mightiest of sidekicks, Makoa feeling Furst's ribs crack before he lifted of his feet and launched through the air. On landing, Furst immediately drew his weapon and fired a single shot, a blazing energy bolt that caught Makoa dead center of his chest plate armour. It was like the whole world collapsed around him, the only light was this burning pain in his minds eye focus on his chest an electrical energy tingling through his veins. refusing to pass out, he willed his eyes open, finding himself on his back. He could tell he had severe burns on his stomach, but his chest was fine aside from minor burns and extreme soreness. The armor had partialy melted in an extremely small area and was scorched all around it. It would serve a while longer. Whipping out his pistol, Makoa lifted his torso up in a crunch despite the unbearable pain catching Furst off guard and firing three quick rounds, only two reaching him before he faded in a blur of movement. He'd been hit in the lower abdomen and stomach, and he was moving slow enough to follow his movements now. Standing, Makoa fired and strafed, evading the shots coming from Furst, being burnt just from the passing rounds, missing Furst the slightest of moments with each shot. Furst would only be able to hit Makoa if he moved directly torwards him, in doing so he would surely be hit himself. Realizing this, Makoa feigned an empty magazine, a false look of shock on his face. Sure enough, Furst immediately lunged straight towards him and the both fired at the same time. Makoa came to with Furst's lifeless body atop him, blood oozing from the wound in his forehead. Around them at varying distances was carnage as well as several dead researchers, some from small arms fire, some whose bodies were burnt and twisted from the powerful weapon that Furst had so carelessly brandished. Now he would have to finish cleaning up. Jeez I'm hurting, thought Makoa Can't wait til this nights over...
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Post by mirroreddementia on Feb 26, 2008 14:35:55 GMT -5
The fight left his body swore and bruised, despite his excellent training and experience on the battle field. But still he must endure, because this scuffle had not gone unnoticed. Already soldiers began to close on the building, the ones that hedn't died in the blast. What kind of tchnology are they using to have such a small missile create such a large explosion, wondered Makoa, ears still ringing from the concussion wave. Just as he managed to stand, men began to trickle in from the outdoors, and quickly they spotted him, an unfortunate situation for everyone. Giving them no quarter, Makoa systematically took aim and shot down each man that entered his sights, performing hammer pair shots (double tap to the midsection) and failure to stop action (two to the chest, one to the head), dodging and rolling shoulder first back onto his feet as searing pulses from their weapons flew torward and past him. They're was to many to handle, and his ammunition wouldn't last forever. Making use of the surroundings to evade fire and send his own rounds back, Makoa headed for the rear entrance. Crouched down behind a metal research table, he was at the last cover point between him and the exit. Desperation. Headless of the glowing bursts that ate away at his impromptu barier, Makoa popped up and let out a wild burst of rounds in all directions, effectively catching the enemy off guard and even hitting a few. This pause in action he took as an oppurtunity to bolt, and bolt he did for the heavy door. He was just to it when the walls and ground around him began to explode in flashes of heat an light, expecting of the firery blaze of pain that erupted in his back as he was hit and thrown throught the door out into the night, his armor just barely protecting him from death as his lower back on the right hand sides flesh was split and burnt, welted skin surrounding charred skin with reddened and damaged flesh in the center. Despite the pain, he had to move, had to run. The men outside had already taken noticed of him, and the assualt was sure to continue.
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