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Post by Darzul on Feb 20, 2009 17:03:04 GMT -6
Darzul saw Captain Apek and his team bring the assailant in. Once they set him down, he looked at Ariska and waved.
Darzul looked confused, but then it dawned on him why Ariska had always seemed to display more exasperation than fear: This guy was a part of her recon team. He'd screwed it up, probably when he opened fire on Darzul's men.
"You killed four good men today," Darzul said. "What I should do is let you bleed out on the floor." He then sighed. "Take him to a holding cell, get the medics to take a look at him."
He then turned and looked at Ariska. "You lied to me, Deluive. That guy knew you. He even waved at you. You knew who he was the entire time, and never gave the order to cease fire."
He looked at Apek. "Throw Deluive in a holding cell, too." He then looked at her sword, and set it on the table next to Greg's guns. He looked contemplative for a moment, before looking at her. "Your attacks constitute a declaration of war against the Vorcan Army. You are now both prisoners of war until such time as your commanding officer can negotiate for your release."
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Post by Ariska on Feb 22, 2009 5:28:01 GMT -6
[glow=brown,2,000]"Prisoners of war?" she asked as two men surrounded her. She held her arms up, a signal that she would go willingly. There was no point in resisting. It would only make things worse. "We declared no such thing with that attack. That man acted on his own volition. As far as my commanding officers would be concerned, he's officially a deserter, and he declared war with you. However, if you are holding me as prisoner of war, then I suppose you've declared war on us." Ariska turned, letting herself be led away. She hesitated for a moment, looking over her shoulder. "You shouldn't throw around terms of engagement so frivolously. You have no idea who you are declaring war against. But, if you must talk with my commanding officers, then I wish you the best. After all, they're all very reasonable people." Turning back around, she followed her escorts to her cell.[/glow]
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Post by Darzul on Feb 22, 2009 15:47:40 GMT -6
"If that's the case, then we should be able to sort this out quickly and with minimal bloodshed," Darzul told her, walking with the escorts toward the holding cells. "They will come and get you, and court martial your trigger-happy deserter friend there."
As the prisoners were escorted past the medical wing, Darzul signaled for a field surgeon to patch up the sniper. "But if you think you can scare me with your bullshit advice about some threat from far away, you really aren't from around here."
"The male needs medical attention," Darzul told the surgeon. "He took a few rounds from the minigun, pretty standard stuff."
Darzul then turned around, walking back into the control room. "There's still a whole motor pool full of shit we don't have yet," he declared, starting to get frustrated. "Let's move, people. And someone find private Mesozoic, I need to talk to him."
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Post by mesozoic on Feb 22, 2009 17:18:15 GMT -6
mesozoic was in the mess hall when another private came up to him. "general Darzul would like to see you in the control room." he told him.
Mesozoic stood up. "right lead the way." mesozoic told the man. as mesozoic was lead into the control room, mesozoic stood straight up and saluted. "you wanted to see me sir." he asked.tag
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Post by Darzul on Feb 22, 2009 17:31:39 GMT -6
Darzul looked at Mesozoic, and returned the salute. "At ease," he said. "First of all, I'm promoting you to a corporal for your help with the guns and armor, and with general Heite here," he said.
"Now, corporal Mesozoic, I have your next mission," he said, handing Mesozoic the insignia of a corporal. "Round up three or four privates and an SUV and head to this motor pool," he said as he handed Mesozoic a map. "There's a lot of vehicles there, and you probably won't be able to pilot them all. You and your men retrieve what you can, and bring it back to our motor pool. It's about 2 hours' drive there and back, so it'll probably take a couple of days to get it all. The sooner we get started, the better."
Darzul handed Mesozoic a rugged-looking black handheld radio. "Anything unexpected happens, you can contact the base on channel 3. My personal channel is 7."
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Post by mesozoic on Feb 22, 2009 17:47:26 GMT -6
meso took the radio and saluted Darzul once more. "i will start right away sir."
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Post by Darzul on Feb 23, 2009 2:49:31 GMT -6
Darzul walked to the door of his office, just off of the control room, pulled out his keycard, and briskly swiped it through the reader, unlocking the door. "General Heite, come with me, if you would," he said, taking a seat at his desk.
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Post by Ark on Feb 23, 2009 3:37:48 GMT -6
[glow=white,5,600]Coryn nodded, following the man. He was impressed at how the hostile situation was handled. Were it himself at the receiving end, he couldn't have been so sure that he wouldn't have shot the people instead of taking them prisoner. This way, Darzul would have much better terms for dealing with the commanding officers when they arrived, inspecting the whereabouts of their missing men.
Closing the door behind him, he looked to the man who'd summoned him. "I assume you wished to talk of my joining you? If I'm incorrect, I apologize, but my answer, admittedly, was never concrete, when you visited me in the hospital."[/glow]
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Post by Darzul on Feb 23, 2009 3:45:58 GMT -6
"Well, the Vorcan Army can always use another good man, especially with the military experience you've got," Darzul said, gesturing to the chair for Coryn to sit. "But, that's not the main reason I need to talk to you."
He leaned forward on his desk. "I need to talk to you about the supersoldier experiments," he said quietly. "You were a general before the war ended, so you must have known something. I'm mostly concerned with who else was experimented on, if they survived, and what abilities they gained, if any."
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Post by Ark on Apr 1, 2009 23:03:11 GMT -6
[glow=white,5,600]Coryn took a seat, as was suggested. This action was made awkward, due to the four wings on his back. Even though he'd had them as a demon, he'd never really had much practice sitting down with them. After a few seconds of shifting, and fidgeting, he'd finally found a somewhat comfortable position. All he had to do was not move, and it would be okay.
His chin found itself buried in his palm as he considered the questions posed him. The supersoldier project. He'd been informed, but it was not of much interest to him, at that time. From what he understood, it was an experiment to give normal soldiers some sort of amazing ability. From the documents he'd looked over, it looked like it was a raving success. Almost everyone involved was given a power. Unfortunately, they weren't given the control. Then, there was an accident. A huge explosion tore through a greater part of the base this project took place at. That's when the whole thing was shut down. Anyone who survived the blast, scientist and superpowered alike, were 'disposed' of.
With a grim look, the former general's eyes rested on the man who'd forced these thoughts. "I apologize. If there were any survivors, I don't know of them."[/glow]
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Post by Darzul on Apr 2, 2009 0:22:42 GMT -6
Darzul frowned. "That's what I thought," he said. "There weren't supposed to be any survivors. When they found out their powers killed people, they decided it would just be easier to kill the lot of us and pretend it never happened."
"I was lucky," he said, pulling a bottle of brandy and a rocks glass from one of this drawers. "I was one of the first, and the power I manifested was accelerated healing. For obvious reasons, I survived the process. They considered it a success, and sent me through twice more after that. I was still the only one to ever not die from these damned powers."
Darzul poured himself a drink, and took a sip before reaching in a desk drawer and pulling out a worn envelope. "After the explosion, when they found out they couldn't just shoot me in the head like the others, they gave me this," he said, tossing it on the desk. "Gave me a dishonorable discharge, and they were very subtle about trying to pin it all on me, but that was their intention."
He then shook his head, embarassed. "Sorry," he said, sipping the liquor again. "Sometimes when I talk about what happened, my temper flares a bit. I didn't think anyone else would have survived, but at this point I'm grasping at straws." He then pulled another glass from the drawer. "Drink?" he offered.
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Post by Artemis on Jun 14, 2009 15:46:42 GMT -6
[glow=blue,10,000]Panting heavily, Artemis rounded a street corner, his personal weapon in hand. It was a shotgun, held in a manner similar to a tonfa, with a sharp blade attached to the bottom length of the barrel. A green holoscreen covered his right eye, three red blips pulsing, within close proximity. The one that was, perhaps, the furthest away, was behind him. Sprengning. The science department chairman hadn't intended to leave his comrade behind, but he tended to rush a bit, when things came to Ariska, one of the other two blips. The third would have been Greg, probably not the best choice to have brought on a recon mission. This was a decision that he would be sure to remember, for future reference, as not to repeat it. That only left one question: Where was Yuriev?
"Yuriev," he shouted, hoping the comm device on his ear picked up the signal, "I'm not catching your signal. If you read me, tell me where I'm going."[/glow]
"I'm here," Yuriev responded, "I've taken position in an abandoned building near the compound. I turned off my tracking beacon, in case they had a radar nearby. You're very close, take your next left, then continue straight for two more blocks. You can't miss the place."
[glow=blue,10,000]Artemis followed directions, and came to a stop before a rather large building. This must have been the place. Acting as quickly as he could, he raced to the side of the complex, flattening himself against it, peering around the corner. "Now, where the hell is my backup?"[/glow]
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Post by Darzul on Jun 14, 2009 16:10:34 GMT -6
Darzul heard a knock on the door of his office. "Come in," he said.
"General, we were able to retrieve the bodies of the deceased snipers," a major told him. "I've assigned men to replace them on the roof."
Darzul nodded. "Good, major," he said. "Make sure they have helmets up there. I know it'll impair their visibility a little, but at this point we have to take those precautions."
"Yes, sir," the major said before turning around and leaving the room.
Darzul got up and followed the major out of the office. "This is getting worse and worse," he said. "Status report!" he shouted down the corridor with the holding cells.
"He's lost a lot of blood, but I removed the slugs," the field surgeon said after patching up Greg. "He should live, but a transfusion can't hurt."
"Negative," Darzul said. "You said he'll live, and I believe you. Blood is too hard a commodity to find to give it away to this guy if he doesn't absolutely need it to survive."
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Post by Exodus (NPC) on Jun 14, 2009 16:31:55 GMT -6
A ripple formed in the air, behind the IDPD's science department chairman. From it, stepped a beast of a man. Black hair covered his face, and chest, exposed through an open trenchcoat, was covered in gruesome scars. His eyes were frosted over, as though this figure was a walking corpse, standing a good couple inches above the officer as the portal closed behind him.
"Artemis, I presume," it spoke finally, in a very low tone, "I am your back up. You may call me by my call code: Exodus." A rather warm flow of air rose from his hand, distorting the field of vision with heat waves. The beast raised the hand, a visible flame flickering in the palm, licking through the space between the fingers. "One of our people is being held captive here, correct? Priorities have been changed. Rescue is of the utmost importance. If this cannot be accomplished, then all evidence that we were here is to be erased." He paused a moment to grin, the fire in his hand growing larger as he stepped toward the complex's outer wall. "I personally don't have a preference, but as a human, you'd rather avoid the second option, am I right?" He pressed the hot hand against the wall, forcing a large hole to promptly melt through it. "For your sake, you'd best hope that they haven't killed your teammates already."
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Post by Darzul on Jun 14, 2009 17:07:17 GMT -6
"General!" a corporal declared as alarms sounded, red lights beginning to flash. "We have a breach at the west wall! Right through the repair shop!"
"What hit us?" Darzul asked, drawing his .445 pistol, 'Vindicator' stamped in the side in gold lettering.
"Unknown, sir," the corporal asked. "We didn't even feel an impact, but if I had to guess I'd say a magnesium round hit us."
Darzul frowned. "Let's take a look," he said, heading toward the repair shop.
"All due respect, sir, but whatever that thing is it melted through a heavy wall. I have to recommend you remain here."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear you telling me what to do, corporal," Darzul said, still striding purposefully toward the hole in the wall. "In a stressful time like this, mistakes can be made."
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