All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]
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				Title: <strong>All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 17:04:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 50pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>ALL IN YOUR HEAD</em></strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Starring: Brittlby, dakabn, dwellinthedark, EvilEye, Genbu83, Linna and Tick<br>Concept by: Linna</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/118/e/9/Platform_47_by_Cybergooch.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>July 22, 2903<br>22:47 hours Galactic Standard Time<br>Processing Plant 47, Nautica Colony</strong></span><br>Located on the outskirts of the main Nautica Colony, Processing Plant 47 was one of the largest planets on the planet.&nbsp; Rail cars, moved into and out of the plant via magnetic lifts and opposed gravity carts, were constantly moving in and out of the plant continuously during Nautica's 25 hour and 19 minute rotation period.&nbsp; Though it was only a few minutes before 2300 for those that kept up with the GST, it was well past midnight on the planet.&nbsp; The perfect time for a raid, according to the mission planners on the Galactic Alliance Frigate <em>Halifax</em>.&nbsp; Seated at the head of the briefing room table was the 53 year old Captain Horatio Simpson.&nbsp; Despite his age, he was still in top shape, even if a bit of white had begun to work its way into the thick head of black hair he kept.&nbsp; His sharp blue eyes watched each of the members of the team as they came in and had a seat, wondering if the... children were up to the task.<br><br>Once everyone was seated, he straightened his black uniform and stood, then pressed a button and the image of the processing plant as seen from orbit came into view, "Alright, let's get started.&nbsp; Your target will be Processing Plant 47, one of the large plants they've built to process the rich deposits of platinum coming out of the mines in the southern hemisphere.&nbsp; GSI has a lead that several of the shipments are massed too light to be refined ores, and want you in there to find out what's going on.&nbsp; We can't risk a casual inspection because we don't know who's on the payroll, so your job will be to sneak in there and find out what's happening to the missing ore and find out what's being sent out in its place.&nbsp; We know the containers are full because when we opened them, everything was filled to the right levels, so we know something's up."<br><br>"Your mission," he said, pressing another button to show a diagram of the plant, "Is to infiltrate the plant and figure out where the shipments are going.&nbsp; We've got Nautica's Home Guard on standby to move in and round everyone up, so you're free to concentrate on information gathering.&nbsp; We can't let them find out we're coming, so you'll be doing a stealth drop while we're making our descent into the atmosphere.&nbsp; We'll be on standby to provide close air support if you need it, but we're only here if things suddenly turn hot.&nbsp; Any questions?&nbsp; No?&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; I've assigned Master Sergeant Jordan to be team leader for this mission, so you'll need to get in touch with him for specific assignments.&nbsp; Dismissed."<br><br>* * *<br><br>The flight down towards the plant was quiet, mostly because they were aboard the frigate for much of the descent through the atmosphere.&nbsp; The frigate, while certainly larger than a destroyer, was still small enough to enter and even land on a planet's surface, using opposed gravity drives to make the ship as light as a feather.&nbsp; The result was that while the ship weighed several million metric tons, it floated easily down all the way until they were within Nautican Air Jurisdiction.&nbsp; Ships from the Galactic Alliance often landed on planets to deploy troops, obtain supplies, or work on battle damage.&nbsp; Working within an atmosphere was much easier and safer than the cold vacuum of space, so only the largest of ships were prevented from landing.<br><br>Approximately one kilometer above the surface, red lights began to flash, and the massive doors began to swing open.&nbsp; All crewmen had evacuated the bay, and what few fighters remained on the deck were securely chained down to keep them from moving due to the turbulent winds.&nbsp; Each team member had been given an assigned partner for their stealth painted OG vehicles, which resembled thick motorcycles only without the wheels, with enough space for a driver, a passenger, and cargo.&nbsp; Once the flashing red lights turned green, the pilots would have clearance to take off and descend the rest of the way to the surface.<br><br>Each rider, upon emerging, would see the sprawling industrial complex that Nautica had built.&nbsp; While one of the youngest colonies, the abundance of rare metals such as copper, gold, platinum, silver and titanium made the planet a haven for workers seeking to work off a plot of land.&nbsp; So far, over six million workers had come from Earth and other developed colonies to mine the planet's rich deposits, with a further thirteen million working in the various processing plants.&nbsp; It was estimated that almost a quarter of the entire freighter fleet in Galactic Alliance was employed moving the tons of materials, some remaining in their processed forms, others in finished goods.<br><br>Because of their stealth paint and their special clearance, the OG cars were immune to the strictly regulated lanes that OG vehicles were allowed to use, and took advantage of the special nature of OG to keep well above the lanes in the first place.&nbsp; Anything floating above 10 meters was considered an aircraft and was strictly monitored, but in the operations room tonight were special agents from GSI, Galactic Security and Intelligence.&nbsp; Each agent would be on site to make sure that if the controllers caught even a whiff of one of the stealth cars, they would be strongly encouraged to keep such information to themselves.<br><br>The designated RP was just ahead, near a warehouse that had minimal security and no guards.&nbsp; The team's objectives from Captain Simpson were to land, stash the vehicles away without being seen, and head towards the planet's closest pylon.&nbsp; Climbing would be dangerous due to the risk of being spotted, but the only other option was to land on the surface of the platform, which would be evident because workers used the platform to load freight haulers for their journey to orbit.&nbsp; Once on the ground, operations would fall to MSG Philip "Flicker" Jordan.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Bios</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Master Sergeant Philip "Flicker" Jordan</strong> (played by dwellinthedark)<br>(http://i.imgur.com/VKzBh.jpg)<br>Powers: Telekinesis, Teleportation, Variable Temporal Perception(His mind works much, much faster, trying to move his body much faster than it can naturally results in serious injuries)<br>Implants: Adaptable Interface Implant(Can hack into technology with right hand, and maintain control of one piece at a time even after losing contact), Stealth Implant(Invisibility)<br><br><strong>Gunnery Sergeant Yensal "Ratchet" Leo'Va</strong> (played by Tick)<br>(http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2010/174/6/c/Massive_Aftermath_by_Shimmering_Sword.jpg)<br>Powers: Telepathy, Mind Jack(He can jump into someone’s mind, see, hear, feel from their point of view and implant things like illusions that only last a short time until the victim realizes they aren’t real and rejects them, which also pushes him out)<br>Cybernetics: (either a medical piece or basic remote control of his power suit), reinforced right leg(His right leg is crippled, thus uses cybernetics to give him a sort of normality), Maintenance right arm(has most forms of tools used for repairs built into his right arm)<br><br><strong>Gunnery Sergeant Blessing 'Lonesome' Lone</strong> (played by EvilEye)<br>(http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/9/1280x720_3131_Angel_s_Wings_2d_fantasy_angel_girl_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)<br>Powers:&nbsp; Grow semi transparent wings , some control over plants/earth, Telekinesis<br>Cybernetics: enhanced hearing (pick up radio signals as well) and a chip in her brain for enhanced memory.<br><br><strong>Staff Sergeant Hitzel "Harness" Braun</strong><br>(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/072/f/1/Hardcore_by_OmeN2501.jpg)<br>Powers: Gravity Control (Graviton Manipulation via Gyrokinesis) / Forcefield Generation / Environmental Awareness via Gravitational Forces <br>Implants: NIDA / Neural Implanted Digital Assitant AI (Provides Heads Up Display to Aid Targeting &amp; Trajectory, Military Database Access, GPS Mapping, Schedule Planner, and Weekly WebComic Feed) / Monofiliment Grappler Wires Housed in Forearms<br><br><strong>Staff Sergeant Lera "Leer" McFarland</strong> (played by dakabn)<br>(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/5959414257_dc240e1a92.jpg)<br>NATURAL Telepathic Electrokinesis Psychometric<br>CYBERNETIC Surveillance (Camera in eyes, microphone in ears and recorded in a disc implanted in her brain wirelessly accessible.) Electrokinesis Focuser (In arm.)<br><br><strong>Staff Sergeant Alicia "Eagle Eye" Roberts</strong> (played by Linna)<br>(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/126/6/d/Hostile_Takeover_by_OmeN2501.jpg)<br>Powers: Flight, Healing Touch, Magnetism<br>Cybernetics: Optical Enhancement, Enhanced Muscles (strength, speed)<br><br><strong>Ark D. "Sentinel" Sterling</strong> (played by Genbu83)<br>(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/19900000/Awesome-Art-from-deus-ex-human-revolution-deus-ex-19963879-1280-1298.jpg)<br>Powers: Kinetic Field Generation, Energy Manipulation/Manifistation, Psychometabolic Control<br>Cybernetics: Environment Adaptive Nanites, Nanite Skin Graft</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dwellinthedark</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 19:42:10</strong>
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				Flicker stood next to his OG, his hands resting lightly on the pair of laser pistols holstered at his hips, the stub of a cigar planted between his teeth, the smoke billowing around as well as his mane of dark hair as the bay doors opened.&nbsp; "Alright, let's go over this one last time team!&nbsp; We're doing it like that old story about the boat and the flood, two by two!"&nbsp; He was doing his best impression of some of the sergeants and drill instructors who'd had a part in training them throughout their childhood.&nbsp; He'd shown some talent for leadership from his youth, and so a few of them had taken him under their wing, hoping to teach him how to do the job while getting as few of his people killed as possible.<br><br>He gestured toward them as he went on.&nbsp; "Lonesome, you're with me.&nbsp; Then Ratchet and Harness.&nbsp; Last is Leer and Eagle Eye."&nbsp; He'd done some arguing with Captain Simpson about assignments, Simpson's first impulse had been to pair them off by similar talents, and while he and Blessing were both Tekes, he'd tried to do the exact reverse, making pairs who could augment eachother.<br><br>"I want to hit the ground running on this.&nbsp; Ditch the OGs as fast as we can and then make direct for the pylon.&nbsp; Don't discharge anytime you don't have to, and if you have to, keep your fire under control and don't miss the target.&nbsp; We're not here to start a massacre, we're here to answer a question for some of the bean counters high up in the GA.&nbsp; We get in, we get the answers, we get out and go home.&nbsp; If we do this job without incurring any collaterals, I'll personally get the lot of you drunk or buzzed or help fill whatever your vice of choice is after."<br><br>He took a last puff off the cigar and then dropped it on the deck, stomping it out.&nbsp; "Once we hit the Pylon, I'll go up first stealthed, once I hit the top I'll comm the rest of you.&nbsp; Lone, you come up after me when I give the word as fast as those pretty little wings will take you.&nbsp; Harness, you're gonna have to play mule for Ratchet here, lighten him up and wear him like a backpack, get him up as fast as you can while Lone's flying her way up.&nbsp; Last comes Leer and Eagle Eye.&nbsp; Eagle, can you carry her?&nbsp; If you can't, the bunch of you are gonna have to come up at once, assuming Harness can lighten Ratchet and Leer both."&nbsp; <br><br>He waited for answers on that, then went on.&nbsp; "Either way, I want ears on.&nbsp; I mean that for both the sense-enhanced crowd and the 'Paths.&nbsp; If somebody notices us, I want to know before he finishes saying 'who the fuck is that,' and I want him dropped before he gets to the question mark.&nbsp; Speaking of sense enhancement, I'd appreciate it if you could start up recording as soon as we're in the air, Leer.&nbsp; We want to show off how qualified and effective we are, so that means I'd like as complete a record as possible of what I assume is going to be a masterfully executed operation."&nbsp; As he said those last three words he gave them all a hard look.<br><br>"Once we reach the top we'll scope the situation out and make it up as we go along from there.&nbsp; It shouldn't be too hard for us to slip in and get access to records or shipments or whatever we decide we need to do to work out what these chuckleheads think they're doing.&nbsp; Keep your weapons hot, but don't get twitchy.&nbsp; Keep your eyes open and your mouths shut.&nbsp; Keep comms on at all time, and if I say ditch, we all run like hell and meet up at the indicated point we agreed on 10 klicks south.&nbsp; Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 04:47:14</strong>
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				Leer sighed as she stood beside Eagle Eyes. She listened to Flicker and spoke softly, "I'm recording now." She blinked and looked down at her arm, assuring her cybernetic implant was working well there. It also held the controls to the microphone and camera. It showed everything was working well and that it was ready to release a stream of energy once needed. She hoped it wasn't needed. <br><br>She had her hair tied up, but a few strands always stubbornly fell in her face. She brushed them behind her ear and wondered if Harness could lighten her. She was prepared to move by herself to where they needed to be. <br><br>At the moment, she "listened" for minds and if anyone had sensed them. They seemed good to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EvilEye</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 05:13:57</strong>
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				Lonesome was silent unless someone spoke directly to her, She kept going through the radio ferquencies to check what was up but nothing new seemed to be going on. "Its clear" was her only statement that she said without haveing someone prompt her.<br><br>Her team mates where good people but didnt mean she was going to break her comfert zone to convers with them, her nose was scrunched up because of the cigar smoke and she relaxed when he finally put it out. Lonesome popped in a piece of gum and chwed slowly. <br><br>When it was time to go she simply stood up and walked over to Flicker, Her armor was lighter then the others and a creamy white color. She didnt personally like the color but for some reason the higher ups got it for her, it was their personal joke or something.
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				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 05:29:48</strong>
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				Sparks dyed then tan skin of&nbsp; Yensal a soft orange as he did some last minute repairs and upgrades on the various pieces of their equipment, but then again, that was as common for him as it was for anyone else to breath. Though it was rare for him to work on a laser pistol, due to his distaste for them, or any laser in general really. That was the only oddity of the situation. He only half paid attention to the two different speeches, only long enough to get the gist then went back to his work. Both times he just preferred to sit on the floor and work to hearing someone order him to do something when it would just be faster if they let him scan their minds for everything relevant. <br><br>“Setting up Telepathic network now.” Since Leer and him were the only Telepaths it fell onto him, as usual, to set up a telepathic network in his head linking all of them together for quick, effective communication rather using radios. Despite his gearhead mentality, Rachet avoided using radio’s whenever he could, since he specifically trained for long range telepathic communication and connecting multiple as once using himself as a hub. Unlike Leer, he wasn’t as proficient as detecting people, unless he already knew them. So he fell back on the usual decision, “I’m leaving detection to you, Leer.”&nbsp; <br><br>Then stopping his tinkering for a bit, he closed his eyes and felt for everyone in the room. Creating filters so that no one could intrude on anyone else and no one felt anything that was private or person. Only specifically expressed thoughts would make it through. The process almost always gave him a headache, but once done, created a almost undetectable communication network. It took him about a minute but concluded the process with.<br><br><em>Done, T-Hub is up. </em><br><br>His right arm was barely recognizable as it continued its work. Various tools coming from the cybernetic limb in a more robotic then human situation. After a small smile, he found the problem, repaired one of the tubes the cooling system used to reach the other parts and repaired it. Then sit the weapon aside for whoever used it. Then with a little struggle, the soldier stood up and pulled his right leg up and tested it a few times, the brace supporting his leg with a series of metal frames. With a small scowl he turned to flicker and commented<br><br><em>I was going to bring Krei Nevesa. </em><br><br>Grabbing his brace, he found a small switch and pulled it, causing the only support for his bad leg to detach and fall off. The man instantly grabbing the nearby wall for support and limping over a little bit to his partner. The armored exoskeleton was opened up at the back for him to enter, waiting for him to take his place inside.&nbsp; Using his arms, he lifted his bad leg and slipped it into the power armor and then pulled his second leg into the arm, and finished with both arms into the sleeves of the armor. The suit quickly recognized its owner and sealed itself up and started up for him. Krei Nevesa’s HUD and systems powering up in a matter of seconds. <br><br>Despite the fact that Ratchet spent a large amount of time on all of their equipment and armor, he spent the most on his power armor, despite this, it was a well known fact he would almost never use it in practice, demonstrations and didn’t plan to use it much in missions if he could avoid it. For whatever reason, despite his hours, days, weeks of work on the suit, he seemed to avoid using it at all costs. Which begged the question of why he was using it now. The armor was the only thing that gave him the ability to move properly and fast enough to keep up with the rest of them. It was a cross between medium and lightweight, and reinforced his body enough that he didn’t seem crippled when in it. The only downfall being he only had about twenty minutes before it would burn out. Ten if he pushed it.<br><br><em>You did say how important this mission was.</em><br><br>He said through the hub as he stretched his neck to each side and grabbed his mass driver. The double barreled weapon his favorite, in and out of the suit. Moving over to Harnass's and his OG he took the driver seat and started running general diagnostics on the systems out of habit. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 08:19:05</strong>
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				Hitzel's fingertips itched. <br><br>It was a psychological stress response, one that reared it's head every time she knew she was going to be called upon to utilize her powers. More a creature of impulse than forethought, she only noticed the trickle of gravitons between her fingers when she had time to reflect that she was going to have to grab hold of them in short order. While the quantum physics involved had long since become a stable science, it remained far too elusive a subject for her to understand technically. She had had sizable difficulty with basic physics, let alone the quantum variety. No, her intimacy with gravitation was something inherent and instinctual. <br><br>The gravitational force crawled across her fingertips like a river of ants. Every mass pulled at her to varying degrees, as if a string connected her nervous system to them. Lashed to the world via a bridle of gravitational force, the only way she ever got any sleep was in the embrace of a null gravity bed. This world of matter still pulled at her even in the cocoon of anti-gravity, but it was a great deal less distracting. <br><br>But then life was full of little distractions... especially for her. Obsessive compulsive by nature, she pulled her gloves tight against her skin for the fifth time in as many minutes. This was followed by checking the payload cylinders on her mass drivers. That finished, she proceeded to tighten and loosen the straps of her vest, working to adjust its position by small degrees to maximize protection while keeping her mobility.&nbsp; It was rapidly becoming a ritual, as she obsessively went through the motions of checking her gear. This was all the more senseless because she had an AI specifically designed for this purpose nestled in between the hemispheres of her brain.<br><br>Thinking about it, she decided to calibrate the targeting system for the third time this hour. She lifted her fingers up in front of her eyes for calibration. An iridescent orange grid spread across the surface of her arms, the effect visible only to her, as it was being fed directly into her cerebral cortex. Bright orange text in times new roman etched itself across the left corner of her vision. <br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Grapple Systems...........Readied<br>Ammunition Count.............99%<br>Targeting HUD............Preloaded<br>Vital Signs....................Nominal</span></span><br><br>When it had first been implanted, the AI had helpfully rattled off Date, Time, Temperature, Global Position, etc. During training, there was a particular incident Hitzel recalled in which the HUD had produced so much useless information, she was unable to see through all of the glowing text. She had since streamlined it to three basic questions. How much ammo did she have, where were the targets, and was she still breathing?<br><br>The rest seemed somewhat superfluous. As it finished calibrating the targeting system, she flexed her fingers experimentally as she peered over at Ratchet. Illuminated by a thin green glow, defining him as a friendly target, she settled into the sidecar of the OC. Considered to be something of a daredevil, she was hardly surprised to be taking the back seat on a stealth mission, and she didn't begrudge him the wheel. To say that this mission did not play to her strong suits was an understatement. Her primary skills were decidedly more combat oriented.<br><br>As everyone began their final checks prior to the mission, she pulled her gloves tighter against her skin again, like a nervous tick. This was their maiden voyage. She was less afraid of death than she was of mission failure at this point. Success justified both the existence of this project and her own life up to the point. In the middle of adjusting her vest one more time, Hitzel closed her eyes. The flow of gravitation was ever present, and more powerful with her eyes closed, tickling across her toned form as if her armor weren't there. <br><br>Lightening the load was one of the things she did best. Leer, Ratchet, his suit, and a Buick, weight wasn't a problem when it came to her gyrokinesis. The difficulty was precision. Over the years of training she had grown in sheer power rather than finesse. Early on it had been suggested that she might be able to fly with the proper application of her power. It was an unmitigated disaster...<br><br>Not so much flying as simply falling upwards, she had long since learned to utilize her grapples. Impressively rated to lift upwards of eight hundred kilos, this figure was decidedly sufficient for someone who could reduce the grip of gravity exponentially, "Get us to the pylon, and I can get us up there too sweet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 12:17:54</strong>
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				Eagle Eyes was quiet for the duration of the briefing, and was quiet during all of Flicker's little pep talk.&nbsp; Not that she didn't have anything to say, it was more a matter of not being able to.&nbsp; Normal humans, which were quite abundant, tended to hate when anyone intruded on their thoughts, believing their minds to be the last safe haven for freedom.&nbsp; It was ironic that they then chose to cram their heads full of electronics that it was impossible to function without them.&nbsp; EE, as she was sometimes referred to, sat on the deck and watched.&nbsp; The others were getting ready to drop, and she was ready too.&nbsp; Then she felt the familiar tingle in the back of her head, that tiny, almost imperceptible feeling of a tingle at the base of the neck, before she heard Tick's voice come through her mind.<br><br>Looking up at Leer, EE briefly reflected on why she'd gotten the nickname Eagle Eyes.&nbsp; She'd been flying one day, one of the things she felt truly free doing, when she got too close to a nest for a mama eagle's tastes.&nbsp; She wasn't even paying attention when the eagle slammed into her, the two tumbling through the air.&nbsp; The eagle had used its talons and beak to attack her throat, and she'd been rendered mute and had come close to dying from the attack.&nbsp; She'd been found in a pool of blood on the ground, the eagle having flown away, and she had been rushed to the base hospital.&nbsp; Since then, they called her Eagle Eyes because she was usually aloof and a bit nervous, constantly on the lookout for danger.<br><br>Leer probably had the entire experience tucked away in some memory block somewhere, which is why EE was looking at her.&nbsp; Grabbing the OG car, EE pulled herself up and them climbed on, doing a quick preflight check.&nbsp; Her black gloved hands worked over the controls, making sure the power cells were charged and that she was ok to go.&nbsp; When she was, she 'spoke' to Sparks, closing her eyes and using her mental voice to say, <em>EE here, preflight list checked.&nbsp; Ready to go.</em>&nbsp; Patting the seat, EE waited for Leer to have a seat.&nbsp; More than ever, EE was glad she'd been given the wrap around body suit, because she tended to get cold very easily.&nbsp; The suit would keep most of her bodyheat reflected back on her, and even provide heat if needed, while keeping her almost invisible to infrared.<br><br><em>I know everyone's heard me say it before but... I'm scared of heights.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dwellinthedark</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 19:23:23</strong>
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				Flicker closed his eyes as the T-Hub was established, a little shudder running through him.&nbsp; It wasn't something he'd ever much liked.&nbsp; Just because you were a psychic yourself didn't mean that some of the powers of the others didn't still freak you out a little.&nbsp; He <em>knew</em> Ratchet was careful not to read anything deeper, and to make sure no one else could either, but it was still a rather horrifying thought anyway, to have someone picking through all the things in the back of your head that you didn't want to think about yourself, let alone have someone else know.<br><br><em>Confirmed</em> He responded to the Hub being up, then flicked his eyes toward Ratchet's as he announced he was bringing the power armor.&nbsp; One eyebrow raised very slightly, but Flicker nodded.&nbsp; <em>Just keep it in your pants, Ratchet.&nbsp; Don't go all Destroyer of Worlds on us.</em>&nbsp; Was his only comment.<br><br>He straddled the seat of the OG and planted his right palm against the basic readout screen it had.&nbsp; Nano-probes extended from the ports that opened up all along his hand, and as the first made contact with an electrical relay inside, he slowed down the world around him.&nbsp; Now he could see every strand of hair fluttering in the wind, watch its exact arc dance slowly back and forth, every breath seemed to come minutes apart.&nbsp; His mind exended down into the transport's computer, the much more powerful one in his cybernetic arm infiltrating it, sizing it up, cloning it, getting to know every last 1 and 0 that made it tick.&nbsp; Then it was done, and he was as intimately aware of every function of the stealthed bike as he was of his own heartbeat and blinking.&nbsp; <br><br>Time resumed its normal speed again, all of that had taken only the blink of an eye to the others, and he patted the seat behind him with a nod to Lonesome.&nbsp; Once she was in place behind him, the powerful machine's systems quickly spun up to life without him needing to touch the controls further, his hands just resting lightly on the bars for balance. <br><br><em>Don't worry, EE.&nbsp; We won't be high up for very long.</em> <br><br>The RPM of the engine was like his heartrate.&nbsp; The speedometer and altimeter were his sense of balance, and he knew the second the engine had peaked into red-line.&nbsp; That was when he burst out the bay of their transport and into the night below, engaging not only the craft's stealth systems but his own, a blue ghost-light flickering over his body until it disappeared from sight, probably leaving Lonesome feeling... well... a little lonesome.&nbsp; <br><br>He angled the bike downward at just short of suicidal speed, knowing its every in and out, knowing exactly how hard he could push it, how fast he could get them to the chosen drop zone, without putting either himself or Gunny behind him in danger, and that was exactly what he was doing, wind whipping around them as they dropped rapidly and silently through the night toward the ground below.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 18:13:38</strong>
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				Sentinel took a clearance console from the dock's office. Just prior to that he asorbed the energy from all the power cells in the other handeld devices. Not completely. Just enough so that they'd power up for about 30 seconds and shut off. He drained all the other powercells completely. After which he set a bug in the room. Creating a believable technical problem and maintaining his cover.<br><br>This was his second week on the job, but the first time on the assignment that he was instructed to "halt offworld activities", something was up. Thankfully being an inspect meant that Sentinel would have wear a baggy jumpsuit and small tool belt. Which he used to conceal his equipment.<br><br>Still something was up. So the man made sure to have a large breakfast and to maintain a high charge of bio-current. Even if his hunch was wrong...being at full strength was better than not.<br><br>The grey jumpsuit was little in the was of imaginative, and obviously not combat effective. Modern armor and his cutting edge interfaces though would at least keep him combat effective. His brown hair and eyes kept him looking nondescript enough to not arise suspicion. tanned skin and a muscular build also gave credit to the role he was playing.<br><br>As he would ispect the ships he'd subtle pause, fousing to enhance his sense of smell or hearing, listening for oddities or important information. Likely this was why he had een fitted for the position. As he could remain unobtrusive and gather intel in a more dynamic method. The thought gave him a little comfort, as he had been trained to use his powers as an augment to his combat prowess. This Spy game was a welcome change of pace.<br><br>Three ships clean, this was not as he expected, however he was patient. Currently he was going to a Freighter tagged the <em>Jacobs Ladder</em>. It was due a week later thn it had arrived. Playing his best to appear thorough, but not too concerned, Sentinel was sure this was what the team was waiting for. He set the captain to fill out some explanation paper work, then had the first mate escort him to the head. The man conviently "slipped and hit his head" Sentinel made use of the short time to plant a few demo charges on the ship and then delayed the ship with a software update mandate, finally he set the captain to talk with the harbormaster about charting his "more effective route from deep space". The overt sabotage would buy the team a day or so. The explosives...they'd create or solve more dynamic problems.<br><br>Leaving the docks with the last working console though...that'd slow down any other targets, and he had a list.<br><br>"This is Sentinel", Sterling spoke and set the coded transmitter,"the presents are here and I'll see you at Shipping and Handling." His line was coded, but the extra layer of security was not a bad thing. The agent would move to the teams rendevous point quickly but as nondescript as possible. They had work to do.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 22:24:09</strong>
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				Leer's nose wrinkled and he lips pouted down a moment at the weird sensations of all the sudden feeling her teammates. She wasn't new to it, but she always felt overly open when it was like that. Not that they could poke around when Sparks set up the parameters, but still. Once she settled into it, her face relaxed. She nodded to Ratchet in thanks and also acknowledgement about detecting.<br><br>She watched the others of the team, being aware of their psyches. Though she could only receive and project intentional thoughts, she seemed to know a person by their psyche. What some call aura. She could never explain it. It wasn't like someone wearing a certain perfume or the sound of their voice. She just knew it was them. Which made her feel they could sense her. Which, again, made her feel more open than she was comfortable with.<br><br>When not on a mission, she kept everything locked up tight. She didn't even try to sense anyone. She relied on recognizing faces. Which sadly, without her telepathy, she was terrible at connecting names with. <br><br>She was socially awkward and kept to herself mostly. She was timid in social interactions. However, when put in the thick of a situation, she could garner confidence and a warrior attitude. Galas scared her more than what they were about to do. This, this she could handle.<br><br>She knew the job, her part in it and was ready to get going. She had checked her gear. Ratchet didn't have to touch her newly acquired laser pistol. She wasn't too fond of using weapons, especially with her own built in weapon. However, her superiors bitched at her enough about the need for an ACTUAL weapon. So she caved in and got one. She checked it and it was ready to go. She holstered it and planned to never use it. Though, she knew reality and the reality was that she might just have to aim it and shoot. <br><br>She climbed on the OG behind EE. She sighed and sent a quick thought, <em>Leer ready to go.</em> She didn't intend it, but a slight hint of annoyance probably was sensed as they got the message. She would hope it wouldn't be taken as annoyance about the mission or the people she was with. It was simply the use of telepathy with people, though comrades, she wasn't that close to. She turned up her lips to a smile, in hopes to remedy any emotion that did bleed through.<br><br>Once they were out there, doing it, she'd forget she didn't like it much. It would be simply the way it was. She really was at her best on mission. Which was why she was itching to go, almost bouncing on the seat behind EE.<br><br>But before she knew it, and they were off. A slight grin crossed her face as adrenaline rushed at the expectation of adventure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 00:04:42</strong>
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				Hitzel looked up at the girders, holding her breath as the link was established. Her mother had gifts very similar to Hitzel, though they manifested in a slightly different manner. Where as Hitzel had been government trained to realize the full potential of her environmental awareness, as well as it's source in her inhuman attenuation to the gravitational fields of the earth, her mother had simply felt the tug and flex of it all without knowing precisely what it was that was pulling at her. One of the original test group, codenamed "The Hound", her mother had utilized her environmental awareness for one purpose that made her particularly invaluable to the fledgling psychic arms race.<br><br>Tracking. Psychics in particular. It wasn't that she was well suited to the task, so much as she was acutely allergic to the vibrations common to psychic phenomenon. Hitzel had never developed this particular gift, at least not in the capacity her mother had. Despite that... allergies were not something that required much in the way of practice. She felt the salty tang at the back of her throat immediately as she felt the link establish itself in the back of her cranium. Breathing deeply and rapidly, she upended one of her vials of stomach remedy, counting backwards from ten as the pink chalky substance settled into her guts like a brick. <br><br>She had taken the precaution she always did before a mission... and skipped lunch. The last training session she had forgotten, had ended with her expelling the contents of her stomach all over the dashboard. It was three months before the smell of the mess hall's lasagna was bleached away entirely. Maybe Sentinel could still smell it, but he'd never been rude enough to mention it. Balling up her gloved fist, she banged on Ratchet's shoulderpad, "Oi... Take it out and get me some air, please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 01:10:31</strong>
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				EE was glad Leer was clinging to her, because she always felt safer with someone else hanging on to her.&nbsp; She could fly, but... it was different this way.&nbsp; She felt the warmth against her back and felt the giddiness even through the simple contact.&nbsp; With a twist of the throttle, EE and Leer were out into the rushing cold air, on their way down.&nbsp; The OG vehicle was buffeted by sharp turbulence as they passed through the massive wake generated by the <em>Halifax</em> in her passing.&nbsp; Thankfully they were soon past it, and the vehicle was stable after that.<br><br>The flight down lasted just over two minutes, most of that time spent bleeding off the tremendous speed they'd kept from the ship.&nbsp; As the two person spotter team, they flew ahead of everyone else, and soon they were making a silent pass over the warehouses located along the railyard leading to and from the processing plant.&nbsp; The OG car came to a soft landing near one of the warehouses, and without turning off the engine, EE stood and jumped off, rushing towards the door to the warehouse.&nbsp; She jumped and floated to one of the windows, peering inside, before breaking the glass.<br><br>Slipping inside was easy since she could fly, and she made sure the building was empty before floating down to where the door was locked.&nbsp; Using her magnetic powers, the door's tumblers lifted themselves into place and turned, opening the massive doors for the OG vehicles to slip inside.&nbsp; Everyone was to hide their OG sleds here so that if they needed to make a quick escape, they could.&nbsp; EE ran back to hers and slipped it inside the warehouse, landing it near a large pile of crates.<br><br>* * *<br><br>As each OG vehicle lept from the open bay into the dark air of the late night colony, each vehicle was being tracked via a narrow-focus laser aimed at the <em>Halifax</em> from which Captain Simpson watched from the ship's bridge.&nbsp; The bridge was currently active as crewmen went about preparing the <em>Halifax</em> for final descent, the ship conveniently hovering in a holding pattern near enough for weapons to hit any target on the ground without appearing out of place.&nbsp; Captain Simpson was glad for the overview, because he'd seen a few ops go bad just with regular infantry when lack of air coverage had killed off entire platoons.<br><br>The terminal built into the arm of his command chair chirped, and he pressed his thumb against the sensor to read that it was him, and it displayed the message.&nbsp; It was from the local SBI office, keeping an eye on things, and they had forwarded a brief report to him.&nbsp; Reading it, he turned to his comms officer, "Get me Master Sergeant Jordan on the horn."<br><br>The officer quickly obeyed, then nodded, "You're on sir," just as the forward screen was replaced with an image of Jordan from his service file, along with the word SIMULATION down on the bottom.&nbsp; No doubt Flicker would be on his way down to the planet already.<br><br>"Master Sergeant, we've just gotten word that one of our own is already on the ground.&nbsp; He's one of yours so you should recognize him on sight.&nbsp; Link up with him and continue your mission.&nbsp; Simpson out."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 02:43:51</strong>
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				If there was anything Yenal hated, it was being rushed. He knew his job, he knew the consequences of not finishing in time. And he was a pretty decent judge of time. But most of all, he didn’t screw up when it mattered. At least not yet. So until&nbsp; he did, he preferred others let him work when he needed and stop pushing him. The rushing hit on his shoulder was one such occasion. But it wasn’t the main reason he was annoyed. Since they had been given the mission last minute, they hadn’t given him time to go over the machines, and he hated using standard issue. <br><br>Despite his youth, he was one of the best mechanics on the planet. And he knew how much the military tried to skimp on certain things and go for just adequate equipment. The OG’s were such a case. It took him a few minutes to alter the system to release no detectable readings. No matter what equipment the enemy used, they wouldn’t find him, neither would the military but they could bitch and moan about it later. If he was being forced to play stealth, he would do it right and make no opportunities for it to go wrong. Though Harness wanted out, he wanted to not have his superiors up his ass because of something stupid.&nbsp; More than anything though, he didn’t want to get her a hole in the stomach rather than just an upset one. <br><br>It wasn’t like he took that long to begin with, he was just a minute and a half late as he removed any processes that would make it easy to find him on any form of radar or tracking. Once done, he wasted no time he dropping with the rest, moving quickly to position and looking back at his partner for a moment, asking, <em>You alright?</em> in a quick telepathic message isolated just to her. Thought he couldn’t focus on her for long, would turn around if need be. He was a cripple and if she was sick they definitely could not be in a stealth mission. It was bad enough that neither of them were really made for it to begin with. If anything it was like bringing a garage and a wrecking ball to a game of hide and go seek. <br><br>But just as he was thinking about how bad this could end, he found something that changed his mind. A single spire on the plant as they approached, a little out of the way. Which he remembered from the blue prints. After a few minutes of thinking he came to a conclusion he thought would work well. <em>I’m going to take Harness with me and see if we can get into the maintenance network, might be able to get into the security and help you get past security faster.</em> Anyone who thought they needed Yensal or Harness needed to rethink, since Flicker was a faster hacker, Yensal was better off where the technical aspects were, and in that case, the maintenance tower was designed as an isolated part of the plant meant as a final resort to repair and restore the system, giving it special access to the rest of the plant. Not to the mainframe he was betting, but enough he could make himself useful. Harness would be invaluable for keeping an eye out and pulling his ass out if things got hot. Especially if he ran his suits timer out. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 09:36:00</strong>
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				Hopefully, the team would be comming in hot. The demo charges Sentinel set on the ship were rigged to go if the ship tried to take off. It was the only ship on the roster that could be reasonably assumed to have contraband on the nature they were after.<br><br>Sentinel paused midstep as he made it look like he was filing a report. He was augmenting his sense of smell. Too much noise to listen for xenoforms. Scent would be his best bet for them and contraband. Still the combatant could feel it. you didn't have be a psychic to know the shit was about ti hit the proverbial fan.<br><br>under the dock worker's jumpsuit his skin hardened. From the neck down, the nanites become living metal and then formed a set of armor that was most concelable and efficient for their numbers. It was not powerarmor, but between them and some shield generation, he'd be frighteningly combat effective. The Sentinel would have prefered to have combat armor and higher power weaponry, the mag-smg and laser pistol would have to do. He could improvise heavy ordinance if needed.<br><br>He had enough power, carbs, and gaul to play one man armoy. However sentinel prefered to work with the group. Being capable in combat was his focus, but he would like to have one of the others at his back. They were a team, yet he was picked to play lone wolf. He wouldn't let them down, but it could be bothersome not knowing when backup would arrive.<br><br>His experience though would take over...a fight was comming. He strode carefully. Go time was approaching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 21:07:39</strong>
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				Leer resisted the urge to squeeze her eyes as tight as her arms clung to EE, but her eyes needed to be open. She made sure to sweep her vision side to side as they made their way down. Her senses reached out to see if anyone heard or saw them.<br><br>Once on the ground Leer was barely dismounted before EE was in the air. Dismounting, she kept her sensors out and while EE was still coming out from storing the OG, she bit her lip. Something felt... off. Before she could try to hypothesize what felt off, EE had grabbed her and they moved up to the platform.<br><br>Leer turned several times, looking up and down for the recording.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 22:23:22</strong>
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				**I'm moving the story ahead.&nbsp; Those that haven't posted in a while have gotten a PM from me, and if they don't respond soon, I'll drop them from the game.&nbsp; I meant to do this before but I've been sick the past few days and my muse has a fever**<br><br>EE grabbed Leer and took to the air.&nbsp; EE was one of the few who could fly without the bikes, but higher up had decided that, unless absolutely necessary not to ride one, she'd be on a bike for the trip up or down.&nbsp; Hugging Leer close, she made it up to the platform and landed, setting Leer down and pulling a laser pistol.&nbsp; They'd landed on a section where no one was currently stationed, so they didn't have to immediately start shooting people.&nbsp; Patting Leer on the shoulder, she began moving forward through the plant, hoping to find and link up with Sentinel.&nbsp; She'd gotten the message and knew to be on the lookout, but she had no idea who or what to expect.<br><br>She stopped near a corner and peeked around.&nbsp; Two men, obviously on break, were leaning against a railing smoking.&nbsp; They might be an issue if anyone could see them.&nbsp; She stepped back and whispered quietly to Leer, "Two tangos, twelve meters past the corner.&nbsp; How do you want to handle it?"<br><br>* * *<br><br>The small spire that Ratchet and Hitzel were heading for was an observation and remote data uplink site.&nbsp; Because plants like Platform 47 dealt with many tons of potentially explosive material, it was necessary to maintain backups of information about what's going on inside the plant without being at the plant itself.&nbsp; If an explosion or accident did occur, it would be easier to piece things together from official logs that remained outside the area of the explosion.&nbsp; On duty this late at night would be two technicians actively working and a third on standby to serve as a flight controller for inbound freighters.<br><br>Most of the freighters to land on planets were short range affairs built to carry cargo up and down from a planet's surface.&nbsp; Their hulls were lined with OG plates that made the entire freighter weigh next to nothing even when fully loaded.&nbsp; Most weren't even technically freighters, but rather specialized tugs that wrapped around standard sized containers to be hauled into space and linked up with real freighters or simply kept in an orbital yard.&nbsp; While each container in a linked section might only be twenty to thirty meters long, a fully loaded link freighter could stretch up to a maximum of three kilometers, according to GA regulations.<br><br>The third operator was sitting inside the control room with the other two, enjoying a cup of coffee and chatting.&nbsp; Built atop a frame not too dissimilar to recon towers, it had an elevator and emergency stairs to take them the 50 or so meters down at the end of the shift, along with a small platform for maintenance crews to land on.&nbsp; The room the men were inside of had wide windows on the three sides closest to the platform, while only having a window in the door leading out to the platform.&nbsp; Sitting atop the control room's roof was a small antenna and radar dish assembly, with thick cables descending down into the computer laden control room.&nbsp; During the day, up to six people would be working around the clock in this room.<br><br>* * *<br><br>Immediately after donning the worker's coveralls, Sentinel received a burst transmit from the <em>Halifax</em> that the agents were about to be on the platform in under a minute and it told him where they were going to be coming from.&nbsp; It wasn't the best intel ever, but it would give him some piece of mind that the cavalry was on its way.&nbsp; The only problem was, to get to where the team would be infiltrating, Sentinel would need to pass through either the main processing area, which required a keycard ID, passing through the mess hall and lounge, or going the long way that might take up to three minutes or more if he didn't run.&nbsp; Only one way kept him from being seen by the crews working or off-duty, but it would take longer to meet up with the team.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EvilEye</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 05:02:51</strong>
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				Lonesome had all ways been alone so on the way where she would have to fly the so silance was nothing new and she felt good being alone. Every second she searched for anything taht she needed to know on the radio wave lengths and everything she heard was stoard for future refreance. While she did this Lonesome started to hum Amazeing Grace out of habit it was soothing and warm, Getting to the 'Fly' Point she unzipped where the wings would come from and thinking about pulling thin pieces of bone and water fron her own body and 'Growing' from her back they appered cloudy and semi transparnt. <br><br>Once at the top she retracted them and stood perfectly still waiting for her partner, The gaurds would soon notice her but she kept still because their backs were to her and she could easily get out of their veiw. <em>""Two tangos, twelve oclock of me, Asleep it seems."</em> She sent over the Hub.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 22:56:44</strong>
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				Leer left her pistol in her holster as she scanned the area with her eyes. Leer nodded and followed close behind EE.<br><br>Being asked about how to handle the men, she considered. "I know it's not thought of much, but is there a way to disable them without killing them? I think I can send an energy wave to shock them into unconsciousness."<br><br>Hearing Lonesome, she replied back, <em>Let sleeping dogs lie.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 02:46:49</strong>
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				EE considered her options, and said to Leer, <em>If you think you can do so without tripping anything else or alerting anyone, do it.&nbsp; If not, we'll try to put them down fast.</em>&nbsp; They were running a risk.&nbsp; Every second in enemy territory exposed them to more danger until someone was bound to make a mistake that alerted someone.&nbsp; The second those alarms sounded, they'd throw the stealth gambit out the window and switch to rock and roll.&nbsp; Every dead civilian would be more paperwork, so it was better to keep most of them alive, but she wasn't about to risk her team's health to a few extra pages of paperwork.&nbsp; <em>Lonesome.&nbsp; Let them sleep if you can manage it, but don't risk it if they might wake up.&nbsp; Use a knife if you have to.&nbsp; It's quiet and quick.</em><br><br>* * *<br><br>"Sir?&nbsp; I think you should take a look at this," said one of the controllers at the local air station.<br><br>With GSI hovering over them, they knew they were being watched, and were being told not to report certain things.&nbsp; But the readings he was getting from the outer shell of drones around the system were reporting something unusual.&nbsp; The agent closest to him walked over and leaned to study the terminal, "What's going on?"<br><br>Pointing to the sector, he said, "I'm picking up activity from this sector.&nbsp; But there's nothing out that way.&nbsp; Just empty space."<br><br>The agent hmmed, and made a note.&nbsp; It might be a way of figuring out where the weapons were heading after they left the colony.&nbsp; "Ignore it for now, but keep an eye on it.&nbsp; If they start acting funny, I want to know."<br><br>"Yes, sir," the controller said, using a stylus to plant a digital tag on the unknown ships.&nbsp; Until they got within the inner system, the colony wasn't involved in flight control, so the ships would be within their rights to ignore any messages from the colony's flight controllers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 05:19:18</strong>
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				Leer gave EE a look. Advice like that would likely mean she'd kill people without needing to. She kept her mouth (and her mind) silent as she concentrated on gathering energy into her focuser, preparing to knock the guards out. In her private thoughts she grumbled about the messy, bloody business of all this. Yet, she understood the need. Just not if they could be left sleeping. She broadcasted, <em>We're packing tranqs next time. If you have some now, just shoot 'em up with that. They obviously need the sleep if they're sleeping on the job.</em> As soon as that thought finished, she aimed her cybernetic arm focuser toward the men and let loose the energy wash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 03:34:27</strong>
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				The intel gave Sentinel the direction he needed. The opt was picking up momentum, and he would need to rendevous. He was the one who needed to be incognito. The rest of the team would be comming in hot.<br><br>The direct route was the best for this method, as he likely would not be remaining undercover much longer. The security lock would be trouble if he needed to play things to much on the soft side. However, he'd figured away to social engineer around the problem. Taking a duffle bag of tools as he made his way through the lunch room, holding a clipboard and looking like he had to fill a service order...he bluffed his way without speaking.<br><br>Sentinel still had several of the components to keep the port from functioning. So the main focus of the management would be to make things move again and allow for clearance. A small security bug, being worked on would likely seem less than conspicuos. People tended to leave people working alone. <br><br>The security door wasn't far, he'd just have to do a bit of acting. As he set his bag in front of the key reader and cnd checked the clipboard. Sentinel feinged a double check, as if he did not believe the door needed a service. quickly he opened the tool bag and pulled off the key lock, then gaze the device a bit of juice. Just to temporarilly reset it. The door would open irradically. So He'd put up a maintainance sing. Grab a few tools and step through making the it appear he'd be working on the other side of the door.<br><br>Not far to go...but expecting complications...any operative should.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 13:59:50</strong>
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				Sorry guys, I wanted to include EvilEye, but I guess she couldn't get on, so back to us for now.))<br><br>Inside the break room, the five men seated there watched Sentinel as he proceeded to go about 'working', mostly watching out of boredom.&nbsp; One of the men watched him reset the door and narrowed his eyes, waiting for Sentinel to go through before getting up and going to the phone in the break room.&nbsp; He dialed security.<br><br>Sentinel was almost halfway to the RC when alarms started blaring, and at security stations, a computer image of Sentinel was displayed, along with the words, DETAIN.&nbsp; Obviously they'd used cameras to spot him and make out his face, so security was even tighter than expected.<br><br>EE heard the alarms and immediately reacted by pulling her laser pistol as the two men went down from Leer's blast.&nbsp; Before Leer could fully recover, EE had her by the arm and was dragging her long.&nbsp; The time for stealth was over.&nbsp; She rounded a corner to see two bewildered men, and before they could react, she used her laser pistol to slice them in two.&nbsp; There wasn't time to try and just wound them, they had to get a move on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 05:09:18</strong>
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				Sentinel didn't waiste time. Security was not as well trained as he was. However it did not mean he was going to carelessly give them and edge.<br><br>He took several scredrives and disabled then pinned the door shut. Nothing short of a plsma torch woudd be moving the unit.<br><br>Security officers came into the other side of the door, however Sentinel had expected that since the alarm went off. It was time to go from DETAIN to ENGAGE AT YOUR OWN RISK. His nanites stimulated his blood to produce more oxygen and reinforced his muscles as his skin was covered with them. His focus brought up his heartrate and pumped heavy ammounts of adreniline into his system. <br><br>Taking two heavy wrenches from the tool bag he moved with uncanny speed and grace. The tool bag was kicked into the chest of the leading security agent. 20 lbs traveling at roughly 100 miles an hour likely broke ribs along with that chest plate.&nbsp; Before his force exhale was complete Sentinel introduced his back up to a flying knee. Two hard twangs wer hear as the man took a monkey wrench to the chest and a second to the helmet.<br><br>"Skish", the next hall door sounded as it opened. Another security agent appeared in thr doorway. The team hadn't fully assembled apparently. Before the agent could asses the situation the five pound monkey wrench in Sentinel's left hand would fly and connect with his right kneecap. Dropping him and making the man a hazard for his teamates behind him.&nbsp; The delay was more than Sentinel needed.<br><br>Rushing the confused gaurds, he was a whirlwind of rapid disabling attacks and brutal knockouts. Dealing death was not an overt rder. Sentinel was attepmting to preserve lives, as these men were doing their jobs. He was a covert operative though, and lived with the consequences of reality. He cept his more "flashy powers" in check, no need to tip anyone off. <br><br>The fight would not set him back as far as one would expect. The Sentinel had been placed covertly on this point for the possibility of this exact scenario. While not exactly a one man army. Sentinel faired extremely well in combat scenarios of every type. <br><br>The camera's watching this would detail his extremely composed. The tears in his jumpsuit were from his own martial manuevering. As he did not seeme to give any of the opposing forces a chance.<br><br>((OOC: If you've seen Salt, Ultra Violet, Ong Bak, any of the Jason Bourne Movies, or Casino Royal, then you have an idea of Sentinel's brutal combat style. I don't consider this overpowering as these are non military mooks.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 20:59:45</strong>
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				Leer felt herself being pulled and gasped as EE sliced the men. She gulped and had to agree it was needed. <br><br>Sadly.<br><br>But she refused to never feel remorse for what needed to be done. She always had an annoyingly frustrating ability to see both sides. These men were just doing their job, just as her and others on the team were doing.<br><br>It was all a chess game. They were just pawns and EE had a stronger move. She had to keep the mindset of a chess game in the moment of the mission. But later, she'd mourn for them.<br><br>She learned to care from the lack of care she's seen in others. The pure JOY they got from killing others. It sickened her. Some people did deserve to die, but who were they to make that judgement?<br><br>Now, she'd kill to protect herself and her comrades if it came down to it. And in a moment like this, she understood. <br><br>But to kill just for the joy of it? Then she'd be the one deserving of death.<br><br>However, a time for all that would be later. Right now was crunch time and she was on her toes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 01:54:07</strong>
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				EE kept the pace, and she kept things fast.&nbsp; Almost as fast as Sentinel.&nbsp; As the goons Sentinel took down were still in their last throws of agony, the two nearly ran into each other rounding a corner.&nbsp; EE almost attacked Sentinel, only to recognize him and instead grab him in a quick hug.&nbsp; It was nice seeing someone on their side.&nbsp; She looked around and spotted three men coming, so her laser pistol made a slight buzz sound as she cut them down.&nbsp; Only when the laser beam encountered anything in the air did it show, so she had a nearly invisible death dealer in her hand.<br><br>With the two men dead, she turned back to look at Leer.&nbsp; She was always the weird one, wanting to mourn the loss of those who'd been their enemies.&nbsp; EE never understood it, because to her, mourning the enemies made it harder to do their jobs.&nbsp; She didn't personally enjoy killing, but if it was a means to an end... she had to go that route.&nbsp; How Leer managed to hold onto her innocence through the years was beyond her.<br><br>The entire structure suddenly jolted, and EE had to reach out to grab a railing lest she be sent tumbling.&nbsp; SOMETHING had hit the tower, because it was far too heavy a shock to have been from the freighter exploding.&nbsp; Something had just happened, major.<br><br>* * *<br><br>Alarm klazons were blaring on the bridge of the <em>Halifax</em> as suddenly, without any warning at all, literally hundreds of contacts had flooded their screens and began an attack.&nbsp; One minute, there'd been a registered time delay as light and energy crossed the system at the speed of light, but now, suddenly, there was an entire fleet here.&nbsp; Captain Simpson, already on the upbeat that it was an attack, was issuing orders left and right.<br><br>"Evasive maneuvers!&nbsp; Launch the fighters!&nbsp; Weapons free, take those bastards out!&nbsp; I want to know where those things came from, and I want to know yesterday!"<br><br>Someone spoke up, "Sir, Commander Fox, SBI ground team, just sent us intel.&nbsp; Says the ships match profiles for ships located at Sierra-39 Echo."<br><br>The bridge went silent for a moment, then Captain Simpson said, "Recall the ground team, tell them to get up here and start putting that magic of theirs to work.&nbsp; We're in shit up to our eyeballs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 02:21:16</strong>
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				Leer grabbed something too and "listened" for minds to see if they'd been discovered. Before she even had to reach out mentally, she blinked and her forehead tensed as her head cocked to the side. Her lips pursed as she calmed herself from the intensely different sensation. <br><br>She swallowed as she broadcast a sort of report: <em>It's different. Like a hive of buzzing bees. Angry bees.</em> She shook her head. That didn't seem like a suitable description but it was the best she could come up with as her mind was crowded. She struggled to build some walls. They weren't as good Ratchet's but she needed something or the buzzing anger and fear threatened to overtake her own mind.<br><br>In a fit of frustration, she shouted, "BUZZ OFF!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 08:35:09</strong>
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				<em>Straight hand to temple...incapacitated...elbow to pelvis face mask leading to concussion...imobilized and stunned...Wrist lock three with a knee to solar plexis...winded...finish with uppercut to chin...knockout</em>, the Sentinel explained to himself. Reliving lectures as he executed techniues at each opponent in the hall way.&nbsp; He had learned to be fast and efficient. These men didn't often have the training or gene therapy to have the reflexes to battle an agent such as himself.<br><br>He was not on orders to kill, thus his combat was taking more time. still a saved life had opportunities for other lives. The sentinel was in check.<br><br><em>High speed opponent...</em>, his combat sense went off. The Sentinel was still reacting as he was fightign his way around a corner. <em>Straight...evaded...one, two, three combination...evaded...countered...with an embrace...?</em><br><br>Sentinel's combat actions got ahead of his brain. He had been fighting lower tiered soldiers in confined spaces.Then he encounted a fast target. The Target evaded his attacks and he found himself grappled. Then he smelled as he prepared to counter.<br><br>"E.E.", he paused as he realised that the Target was one of his teammates. One who was more graceful than he. Though unlike he, she was always fast and super strong. He could only maintian such abilities for finite ammounts of of time. That and she was far more graceful than he. Eagle Eye was the inspiration behind the Sentinels more creative uses of his powers; at least as far as pushing human limits went.<br><br>"I have placed a bomb on the most likely target vessel...though security has noticed my actions...I've dealt with them...humanely", he says ditching his dock worker suit to display his more tradintional skinsuit and light armor. It would have to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 14:22:50</strong>
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				EE glanced at the others as she got a sudden radio message.&nbsp; To receive such a message was only done in extreme emergencies, but from the sound of things, the <em>Halifax</em> was in trouble.&nbsp; She held up a hand, fist closed, meaning they should wait.&nbsp; She got all the details, then forwarded it to the others as she suddenly broke out into a run.&nbsp; Without explaining to the others, she lept off the end of the platform and began to fall through empty space, only to fly towards the warehouse where they'd stashed the bikes.<br><br>While the others got up to date on the sudden alien attack on the <em>Halifax</em>, EE ran into the warehouse and hopped on one of the OG bikes.&nbsp; She didn't wait for the full, usual preflight check, but instead gunned it and took off towards the platform.&nbsp; The mission was scrubbed, and she had to get Leer and Sentinel airborne so they could join the fight near the <em>Halifax</em>, while she could simply fly.&nbsp; Or grab onto the end of the vehicle and hitch a ride.&nbsp; Either way, she landed the thing on the deck loud enough to alert a few guards, who showed up on the scene.&nbsp; One came in behind EE and raised a pistol to try and shoot her in the back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All In Your Head [Scifi Superhero Roleplay]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 06:34:28</strong>
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				Sentinel thrust his arm forward, his focus still on combat. A threat was rearing it's head. An incapacitated gaurd either feigned injury, or tacticaly bluffed. Regaurdless, it was time to act.<br><br>His outstretched hand was the aiming mechanism. his will was the ammunition, and his trainign the trigger. A bolt of kinetic energy shot forward from his hand. not the most graceful construct, but a fast and efficent combat manfestation. <br><br>The equivilant of a jackhammer driving a chopper hit the man in the chest. The sentinel would be surprised if he manage to live. enough child's play...he was going hot.<br><br>The other agents saw the soldier draw his laser pistol. EE was half frozen, something wa sgoing down. While she was getting her brief, he checked the hallway... out of merciful puigilist mode, and into combat mode. 
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