Post by ringo on Jun 2, 2011 19:04:11 GMT -5
Day 5
Nialliv typed in to the console and hit "send". He knew he was living on borrowed time but the Guild's network had to hear what he had to say.
Satisfied, he turned and faced the exit as the masses came bearing down on him.
"Just for the record," said the hideous clone, "I goddamn told you s--"
His partner- and Ledifni had insisted on dubbing the mech "him" rather than "it"- had specialised in interrogation. There was nothing that could escape his notice.
The mech found that he complimented the officer greatly, because analysis and subtlety were not his strong suite. His strength lied in... well, strength. The ability to brutally murder anyone, anywhere. No force on any world could stop him reaching his target. Nothing.
The mech's foot smashed not just the door, but half the safehouse down. Bale backed away, not taking his eyes from the outsized giant.
"Get back! Get back or..."
The mech picked him up and threw him through a wall. Then it lazily lumbered over, picked him up, and threw him through the next wall.
Bale coughed up blood, and his fingers twitched weakly as he raised a hand. The mech lifted him off the dusty, bloodied carpet as if he weighed nothing.
"Why? Why not just kill me... why..."
The mech's lone eye narrowed, an unerring red dot sitting on the Arcadian's face. He leaned in closer.
"CLARIFICATION DENIED."
"They're stupid fear-mongering rumours," said President Spelton, "and I won't hear another word about them."
"Would you at least watch them, then?"
Spelton turned on his Deputy. "What?"
"We caught footage of one of them. The rumours are true."
"We got your precious Beta team!" Teucrian spat, "We got them! You're doomed!"
"Fascinating," said the other man.
"Aren't you listening? The Guild is going to collapse. We've almost won!"
There was the snap of fingers.
That is, in the sense that Teucrian's fingers had just been snapped off, apparently of their own accord.
"Honestly, haven't you people figured this out yet? When you threaten an unarmed man who then responds aloofly and pretentiously, it's Quicken.
"If you threaten an unarmed man and they begin to slowly mutilate you,
...
it's me," said the Renegade. "It's tradition at this stage."
"I know the rumours are true," Spelton snapped. "I just don't want the rest of the Guild asking why I invited them both here."
Night 4 Casualties
Dunadan019, part of the Assault Team, assassinated
SLyM, part of Security Team, psychokinetically fried
38thDoe, part of Beta Team, an unwilling human shield
SeGaTai, part of Beta Team, psionically attacked
HeavyVillain, the Clone, an Experiment, overwhelmed by mixed attacks
Balefuego, the Terror Disciple, beaten to death by a furious robot
CaptainPlanet82, the Guild Elder, shot, mostly shot
Zandracon, the Warlock Mech, smashed by telekinesis while set to idle mode
Teucrian, part of the Exigent Organisation, [CLASSIFIED]
Nialliv typed in to the console and hit "send". He knew he was living on borrowed time but the Guild's network had to hear what he had to say.
okaaay
so to whoever turned the domarians from a seer to a super-serial-killer
slow sarcastic clap
god damn it people
so to whoever turned the domarians from a seer to a super-serial-killer
slow sarcastic clap
god damn it people
Satisfied, he turned and faced the exit as the masses came bearing down on him.
"Just for the record," said the hideous clone, "I goddamn told you s--"
--- --- ---
His partner- and Ledifni had insisted on dubbing the mech "him" rather than "it"- had specialised in interrogation. There was nothing that could escape his notice.
The mech found that he complimented the officer greatly, because analysis and subtlety were not his strong suite. His strength lied in... well, strength. The ability to brutally murder anyone, anywhere. No force on any world could stop him reaching his target. Nothing.
The mech's foot smashed not just the door, but half the safehouse down. Bale backed away, not taking his eyes from the outsized giant.
"Get back! Get back or..."
The mech picked him up and threw him through a wall. Then it lazily lumbered over, picked him up, and threw him through the next wall.
Bale coughed up blood, and his fingers twitched weakly as he raised a hand. The mech lifted him off the dusty, bloodied carpet as if he weighed nothing.
"Why? Why not just kill me... why..."
The mech's lone eye narrowed, an unerring red dot sitting on the Arcadian's face. He leaned in closer.
"CLARIFICATION DENIED."
--- --- ---
"They're stupid fear-mongering rumours," said President Spelton, "and I won't hear another word about them."
"Would you at least watch them, then?"
Spelton turned on his Deputy. "What?"
"We caught footage of one of them. The rumours are true."
--- --- ---
"We got your precious Beta team!" Teucrian spat, "We got them! You're doomed!"
"Fascinating," said the other man.
"Aren't you listening? The Guild is going to collapse. We've almost won!"
There was the snap of fingers.
That is, in the sense that Teucrian's fingers had just been snapped off, apparently of their own accord.
"Honestly, haven't you people figured this out yet? When you threaten an unarmed man who then responds aloofly and pretentiously, it's Quicken.
"If you threaten an unarmed man and they begin to slowly mutilate you,
...
it's me," said the Renegade. "It's tradition at this stage."
--- --- ---
"I know the rumours are true," Spelton snapped. "I just don't want the rest of the Guild asking why I invited them both here."
Night 4 Casualties
Dunadan019, part of the Assault Team, assassinated
SLyM, part of Security Team, psychokinetically fried
38thDoe, part of Beta Team, an unwilling human shield
SeGaTai, part of Beta Team, psionically attacked
HeavyVillain, the Clone, an Experiment, overwhelmed by mixed attacks
Balefuego, the Terror Disciple, beaten to death by a furious robot
CaptainPlanet82, the Guild Elder, shot, mostly shot
Zandracon, the Warlock Mech, smashed by telekinesis while set to idle mode
Teucrian, part of the Exigent Organisation, [CLASSIFIED]