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| Shadow: Part 3; "Hunted" | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 4 2009, 11:53 AM (125 Views) | |
| Post #1 Apr 4 2009, 11:53 AM | Scorp |
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SHADOW Part Three: "Hunted" The exterior of the bar was lit up by a combination of American and Japanese neon signs, making the mist seem to glow a bright red. Normally, Vashexx would have nothing to do with places like this; petty brawls, manslaughter and murder were frequent on this scene... But it was the only establishment close enough to the starport a few blocks down he could afford to stay in. Just making his way inside, the elf knew there'd be trouble. The pub was dotted with criminals. The stools at the bar were taken up by a group of huge, bulkily muscular humans, covered in black tribal tattoos. They glared at him as he walked in, but shortly lost interest and continued their conversation (which was quite filthy, as well). There were a few off-duty Vipers, two humans and one kunari, sitting in their 'relaxation gear' and chatting amongst one another, not paying any attention to the refugee. They were young; Shadow was fairly certain that one of the humans was no older than sixteen. Figures. The last group that caught his eye was a band of humans perching in the darkest corner of the room. They were in a uniform of some kind; big, black military boots, baggy khaki pants that tightened at the ankles, and khaki jackets with an emblem embroidered on the left shoulder. Once he saw that, he recognized them instantly; AntiCyben terrorists. And they were sitting only twenty feet from Viperion soldiers. Shadow knew that there wasn't enough being done to stop the naive youth working in the name of 'humanity', but he hadn't realized it was that bad. His amethyst eyes glowed chillingly as he entered, keeping a low profile and gliding slowly to a dimly lit table. The main room was very warm, and the only relief came from a rusty metal ceiling fan in the center. Nimbrethil pulled out his PDA and clicked his way to 'Messages', pulling up the first one. The subject was entitled, 'EXTRACTION'. Message received at 3:43 AM from an unknown sender. Subject Title: Extraction "Shadow, Your ticket home will be on a StarSurfer-class cargo vessel, Pad 024, ETA one hour forty-five minutes. Be warned; intel says the Vees know you're in Seattle since Ja'Ries's betrayal. They've tightened security at the port, and there's rumors of Death Squads being in the area, possibly even Eng'kal himself. Stay low, and be ready for a quick tug out of there." End message. Fantastic; Death Squads... a bunch of psychotic ex-convicts pumping themselves with so much gax that their skin has turned blue. Evading them would be difficult, especially if Ovesi was among them. His purple optics scanned upwards from the device as someone stood up and started leaving. It was a drejen, and... The same one from the diner. "Oh, shit..." he swore under his breath, reaching for his dual submachineguns beneath his jacket. Too late. The metal door was kicked off of its hinges, a large, black uinaraa with a minigun in hand shortly determined to be the culprit. Vroooooom-....VISSSSSSSHTTTT! Within moments, hundreds of rounds were being spewed at not just Shadow, but everyone in the cantina. Blood spurted across the room as Vashexx kicked over his steel table and took cover behind it. The firing didn't stop for a good while, and Shadow activated his natural camouflage abilities. He crept from his hiding place, only to see that the people around him, all of them, had been completely massacred in the brief raid. The frightened kunari could now see the figure responsible; a humongous, dark-scaled lizard man with fierce red eyes and 'marks of shame' all over his back (which meant he had been an outcast from uinaraan society long ago). Almost instantly, an assortment of different races and backgrounds in rugged, customized Viperion combat dress poured in. They began searching the bodies, presumably for something that would prove they had killed the escapee. Upon finding nothing, the uinaraa (their apparent squadleader), roared in rage. "You imbecile!" he cried, smashing his fist into the wall and making the structure shake. The drejen spy that had alerted them of Vashexx's presence was dragged into the room and tossed to the floor, whimpering and cowering before the might of his 'superiors'. "B-...but sir, he was here!" "Do you see him here, you pathetic wretch?" the captain shot back, drawing a fierce and jagged scimitar from his belt. It mirrored back the image of the dark elf's bloodless face. "I... I know he w-..." Shhhhk! "AAAAAGH!" he yelped as the instrument of death was plunged through his ribcage. Shhhhhk! Shhhhhhk! Shhhhhhhk! No more sound. The uinaraa had quenched his angry angst, and shot nasty glares at his subordinates. "Blow the place. If he's hiding, I want to be sure he's dead. The rest of you, follow me. This elf will not make it out alive!" Charges were immediately being set down as the rag-tag assault team exited the area. Shadow hastily darted out after them, and as soon as he was out of plain sight he deactivated his eximial display as to not over exhaust himself. His pickup wouldn't be there for at least another hour and a half, and the extermination assemblage out to get him certainly wouldn't let up any time soon. Shadow dashed through the alleyway, puddles splashing up onto his pants and reminding him of the rain that had fallen only yesterday. Puddles... A light rain drizzled down as Nimbrethil and Salena sat on a log, beneath a pitched up shelter, birds and other wild animals cooing to their brethren. Liquid sunshine. The drops fell invariably, offering a thin layer of foggy mist, and moisture slid delicately across their faces. Perfect... Something suddenly was wrapped around Shadow's leg; he could feel it. Something tight. It stung with a cruel brilliance, and the apostle was yanked face-first to the hard, rocky ground. He was able to break the fall with his hands, though was dragged further back, metal digits from his left limb scraping across the asphalt and tearing through his leather glove. Sparks flew this way and that, Shadow having to shield his eyes from his own weakness. And as soon as he did... Crack! A steel-plated boot crashed down onto the ex-Viper's back, causing him to immediately exhale all the air in his body. The windw was knocked out of him... he couldn't breathe. "Well, well," a cold voice called from behind him, crackling and wild. "I thought I smelled a rat." END PART 3. Edited by Scorp, Apr 5 2009, 11:43 AM.
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Scorlak/Crimbait
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Scorp: I'm going to take some pictures of me with cat-ears and a lion's tail. Fenrisulfr.: What?! That's a terrible idea! Scorp: ...Why? I'm a sexy beast! Fenrisulfr.: You'll turn into Crim-bait! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - RP STATUS: MW: The Darkest of Ages: Shut down, but successful. MW2: Inception of Discord: Closed indefinitely. | |
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| Post #2 Apr 5 2009, 11:00 AM | Taceo |
| That made meh smiles. ^^ |
Amadare wa chi no shizuku
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| Dead like the heart that rots in my chest. | |
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| Post #3 Apr 5 2009, 11:42 AM | Grunt_of_War |
That was a refreshing read. I think that was easily the best part, Scorp.
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The Hamburger of Death
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| Post #4 Apr 5 2009, 11:45 AM | Scorp |
| Thanks. Part 4 will be coming after the DM post is made. |
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Scorlak/Crimbait
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Scorp: I'm going to take some pictures of me with cat-ears and a lion's tail. Fenrisulfr.: What?! That's a terrible idea! Scorp: ...Why? I'm a sexy beast! Fenrisulfr.: You'll turn into Crim-bait! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - RP STATUS: MW: The Darkest of Ages: Shut down, but successful. MW2: Inception of Discord: Closed indefinitely. | |
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| Post #5 Apr 5 2009, 12:10 PM | Lludeain |
is Riley gonna show up?
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Teh God of Kats!!!
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"For every man out there, there are at least two battles waiting to be waged. One the man shall win over, one he shall fail. Which one is that? That is up to you to decide. For everyone's fate is their own."
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| Post #6 Apr 5 2009, 12:28 PM | Scorp |
| Quite possibly. >.> |
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Scorlak/Crimbait
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Scorp: I'm going to take some pictures of me with cat-ears and a lion's tail. Fenrisulfr.: What?! That's a terrible idea! Scorp: ...Why? I'm a sexy beast! Fenrisulfr.: You'll turn into Crim-bait! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - RP STATUS: MW: The Darkest of Ages: Shut down, but successful. MW2: Inception of Discord: Closed indefinitely. | |
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