Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 1: Training Facility ONX)
07-18-2010, 10:28 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by GreyGabe.
[background=#000000:2jbsry4b]Marcus spared a short glance at the dead creature – or rather, what was left of it – as Dekowin sauntered past. How appetizing. Marcus shook his head and turned around. He gave the girl a short head start before continuing on into the next room himself. He examined the hallway and sighed. What kind of building planner says to himself, “Okay! Let's just put a happy little bottomless pit, right… here! And then we can have a small, precarious walkway traversing it with no other way to access the rest of the facility!†And this time it wasn't even really a walkway, but more of a jumpway, with large gaps between platforms. As he entered, Dekowin was traversing the obstacle easily with a combination of relaxed, easy jumps and fluttering wings. Marcus watched her silently for a few moments. He could take her, right here. Hit her from behind with a cheap shot, tear up her wings and knock her into the pit. Maybe. Then again, I don't know how strong that armor is. And I'd really rather not piss her off until I've seen what else she can do…
Marcus waited until she had moved out of sight, and began making his way across. It was… more difficult for him. Even with enhanced muscles, carrying all of the armor, equipment, and weaponry Marcus was currently in possession of didn't exactly lend itself to the long-distance hurdle. All-in-all he felt more like a pack-mule than a race-horse. Still, with much muttering of curses and gnashing of teeth, Marcus eventually made his way across. Marcus looked back, allowed himself a moment of smugness at the fact that he had crossed without much difficulty, and continued slowly through the door to stand near (but not too near) Dekowin.
It was… An empty room! Larger than the last, and round like the last, with the same dull metal walls and plain concrete floor. Once again, there were three doors, two smaller and one on the opposite side that was larger. There was nothing moving in here, nothing on the walls, nothing hanging from the ceiling, and no dark corners for anything to hide in.
Dekowin looked around the room, and came to the same conclusion Marcus had.[/background:2jbsry4b]“Ah, good. No obstacles.†[background=#000000:2jbsry4b]
She began walking towards the larger door, still alert, but obviously more relaxed. Marcus shrugged and was about to follow when he noticed the seam. A paper thin, circular seam in the very middle of the chamber. As Dekowin stepped over it, Marcus heard a very quiet click and the sound of motors starting up.
“WATCH OUT!†Marcus yelled, eloquently displaying his mastery of Galactic Common. Dekowin looked over her shoulder at him, alarmed, and started to move as the circular section of the floor jerked once, and then rose sharply. She landed on her feet, on the opposite side of the contraption as Marcus.
Which meant it was aiming directly away from her.
And directly at Marcus.
It was a large, metallic cylinder, about three feet in diameter and twice that in height. A single green, glowing light was set in the side facing Marcus. Everything went still and quiet for a moment. And then small panels began opening around the cylinder. Coming out of the small, rectangular openings were a number of arms, each one tipped with something highly unpleasant. A circular saw on one arm, what looked to be a flamethrower on another, electric prods, scalpel-sharp blades, drills, and some tools that Marcus couldn't even recognize. Slowly, they started in towards Marcus.
He ran, firing at the cylinder. Every shot ricocheted off of it, barely scratching the thing. The arms continued reaching for him, before suddenly stopping. There was a sound of twisting, ripping metal. Marcus looked over to see Dekowin tearing one of the arms out with visible effort. Marcus was suitably impressed.[/background:2jbsry4b]
“Door won't open!†Dekowin shouted, by way of explanation.
[background=#000000:2jbsry4b]Marcus nodded, and quickly decided on his next target. He shot at the flamethrower arm, smashing its business end to bits. As it was destroyed, it quickly retracted back into its compartment. As soon as it was hidden, another panel opened and an arm with a large, three-fingered claw slid out. Arms began moving through the air at both Dekowin and Marcus, this time, obviously prepared to inflict all sorts of unpleasant, inconvenient injuries. Like decapitation, for instance. Or disembowelment.
“Well. This is gonna be interesting.â€
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[background=#000000:2jbsry4b]Marcus spared a short glance at the dead creature – or rather, what was left of it – as Dekowin sauntered past. How appetizing. Marcus shook his head and turned around. He gave the girl a short head start before continuing on into the next room himself. He examined the hallway and sighed. What kind of building planner says to himself, “Okay! Let's just put a happy little bottomless pit, right… here! And then we can have a small, precarious walkway traversing it with no other way to access the rest of the facility!†And this time it wasn't even really a walkway, but more of a jumpway, with large gaps between platforms. As he entered, Dekowin was traversing the obstacle easily with a combination of relaxed, easy jumps and fluttering wings. Marcus watched her silently for a few moments. He could take her, right here. Hit her from behind with a cheap shot, tear up her wings and knock her into the pit. Maybe. Then again, I don't know how strong that armor is. And I'd really rather not piss her off until I've seen what else she can do…
Marcus waited until she had moved out of sight, and began making his way across. It was… more difficult for him. Even with enhanced muscles, carrying all of the armor, equipment, and weaponry Marcus was currently in possession of didn't exactly lend itself to the long-distance hurdle. All-in-all he felt more like a pack-mule than a race-horse. Still, with much muttering of curses and gnashing of teeth, Marcus eventually made his way across. Marcus looked back, allowed himself a moment of smugness at the fact that he had crossed without much difficulty, and continued slowly through the door to stand near (but not too near) Dekowin.
It was… An empty room! Larger than the last, and round like the last, with the same dull metal walls and plain concrete floor. Once again, there were three doors, two smaller and one on the opposite side that was larger. There was nothing moving in here, nothing on the walls, nothing hanging from the ceiling, and no dark corners for anything to hide in.
Dekowin looked around the room, and came to the same conclusion Marcus had.[/background:2jbsry4b]“Ah, good. No obstacles.†[background=#000000:2jbsry4b]
She began walking towards the larger door, still alert, but obviously more relaxed. Marcus shrugged and was about to follow when he noticed the seam. A paper thin, circular seam in the very middle of the chamber. As Dekowin stepped over it, Marcus heard a very quiet click and the sound of motors starting up.
“WATCH OUT!†Marcus yelled, eloquently displaying his mastery of Galactic Common. Dekowin looked over her shoulder at him, alarmed, and started to move as the circular section of the floor jerked once, and then rose sharply. She landed on her feet, on the opposite side of the contraption as Marcus.
Which meant it was aiming directly away from her.
And directly at Marcus.
It was a large, metallic cylinder, about three feet in diameter and twice that in height. A single green, glowing light was set in the side facing Marcus. Everything went still and quiet for a moment. And then small panels began opening around the cylinder. Coming out of the small, rectangular openings were a number of arms, each one tipped with something highly unpleasant. A circular saw on one arm, what looked to be a flamethrower on another, electric prods, scalpel-sharp blades, drills, and some tools that Marcus couldn't even recognize. Slowly, they started in towards Marcus.
He ran, firing at the cylinder. Every shot ricocheted off of it, barely scratching the thing. The arms continued reaching for him, before suddenly stopping. There was a sound of twisting, ripping metal. Marcus looked over to see Dekowin tearing one of the arms out with visible effort. Marcus was suitably impressed.[/background:2jbsry4b]
“Door won't open!†Dekowin shouted, by way of explanation.
[background=#000000:2jbsry4b]Marcus nodded, and quickly decided on his next target. He shot at the flamethrower arm, smashing its business end to bits. As it was destroyed, it quickly retracted back into its compartment. As soon as it was hidden, another panel opened and an arm with a large, three-fingered claw slid out. Arms began moving through the air at both Dekowin and Marcus, this time, obviously prepared to inflict all sorts of unpleasant, inconvenient injuries. Like decapitation, for instance. Or disembowelment.
“Well. This is gonna be interesting.â€
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