BossManAlfa ASA: so here's the setting:
BossManAlfa ASA: The Walker colony is simply doing it's thing, day to day business of preparing war, etc.
BossManAlfa ASA: tending to warehouses, just going about it's business - as directed by Bask...
BossManAlfa ASA: Bask & the Atlantiens are there.
BossManAlfa ASA: Matt is off in the woods meditating, or practicing, but is a distance enough from the colony not to hear anything short of a massive BOOM....
BossManAlfa ASA: k?
Bobius411: ::A cloaked figure approaches the colony from a field. He is clutching his left arm, which appears to be grievously wounded as the sleeve is caked with blood. He limps forward, his leg splinted inside the cloak (apparently)::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((Matt-mun's thumbs will be all which ways for quite a bit :P sorry joe))
LtCJoeASA: (Oroooooo....::quiet for a bit::-)
LtCJoeASA: ::slash, slash, wheel around, jump, feign slash, stab, land, spin, and poke at the tree he was practicing on. It falls over with the touch::
LtCJoeASA: (There. :-) )
BossManAlfa ASA: Guard: ::A guard at the camp notes the Cloaked Figure's approach:: "Unknown human approaching from the west, appearantly injured? Orders, sir?"
BossManAlfa ASA: ::the walker colony shows use of technology - once forbidden there::
Bobius411: ::His face is hidden, as he approaches from the west, the setting sun giving only his outline::
Bobius411: ::The tall figure's shadow is cast long in the open field::
LtCJoeASA: (::assumes he's unaware of everything 'cuz...y'know::-)
BossManAlfa ASA: Bask (over a com): Torin, relieve Mik'sha at her posting. Mik'sha, take B'ka with you and get the figures hailings...All warriors we have an unknown approaching...evidently got past the licougars...
Bobius411: ((The wha?))
BossManAlfa ASA: ::torin quickly relieve Mik'sha, the warriors snap their visors down and continue patrol, weapons drawn etc.::
BossManAlfa ASA: (((hailing: where from, name, business, etc)))
BossManAlfa ASA: ::Mik'sha and B'ka approach the figure:: "Hail Stranger. Who are you and what is your business here?"
Bobius411: ::Looks up, pausing briefly and glancing at the armed gaurds::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((Right, Matt's clueless :P))
Bobius411: I'm here to speak to Bask... I bring urgent news... my glider crashed yestererday...
Bobius411: My time is short... ::He sounds in much pain:: I must speak to him, quickly...
BossManAlfa ASA: Mik'sha: (com) "Bask, injured glider pilot with urgent news for you, orders?"
BossManAlfa ASA: B'ka: "Your name."
Bobius411: Justane... I'm only a messenger...
BossManAlfa ASA: B'ka "Who for?"
BossManAlfa ASA: B'ka: ::clearly the paranoid/cautious one of the two:: "And how did your glider crash?"
Bobius411: The Influencer, Vin DiNiente (sp?) ::He pronounces it correctly even if I spelt it wrong::
Bobius411: Malfunction....
Bobius411: The controls locked on me....
LtCJoeASA: (Shocked that you spelled it right.)
BossManAlfa ASA: Mik'sha: "Glider crashed from a malfunction...The Influencer sent him."
Bobius411: Please...
BossManAlfa ASA: Bask: "Why didn't they radio in?"
Bobius411: I must speak to Bask...
BossManAlfa ASA: Mik'sha "Yes yes, of course. Come with us."
Bobius411: ::He continues to limp forward::
Bobius411: ::Thinking:: [Just get inside... once your in the gates their finished...]
BossManAlfa ASA: :: B'Ka continues to watch the glider tech cautiously, but leads him into the camp with M'ksha::
Bobius411: ::The cloaked figure continues to limp forward::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::Mik'sha's gaurd drops slightly, believing the story:: What's the tale you bear?
Bobius411: Urgent... private news for Bask...
BossManAlfa ASA: ::Mik'sha nods, but B'Ka continues to look slightly doubtful::
Bobius411: ::He clutches his arm hard... the caked blood on the cloak looks very real but is in reality fake. His staff is down his back and down the "splinted" leg. Up the sleeve of his injured arm is a small laser rifle::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::They lead him into the camp, and ultimately to Bask's 'office', which is little more than a gazebo in the center of the camp::
Bobius411: ::He approaches Bask::
Bobius411: ::Always limping as if injured::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::4 gaurds stand around Bask who continues to process details until the figure is the gazebo::
LtCJoeASA: (brb)
Bobius411: I bear urgent news....
BossManAlfa ASA: Bask: "Thank you, B'Ka, Mik'sha. Return to your posts. Speak...what is your name? And your news?"
Bobius411: My name is Justane... ::He leans in::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::Mik'sha leaves, but B'ka joins the gaurds gaurding Bask::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::all 5 gaurds are pure blooded Atlantiens, ranging from 5 feet in height to 11'4"
BossManAlfa ASA: ::
Bobius411: ::Whispered:: And I've been sent to kill you. ::Sliding the laser rifle out of his sleeve, he firest a shot into Bask's foot and pushes past him, jumping out of the gazebo and beginning to let blasts loose at random figures.::
Bobius411: fires**
LtCJoeASA: (back)
BossManAlfa ASA: Bask: ::screams in agony::
Bobius411: ::He throws off his cloak, looking around through his mask::
Bobius411: ::First, he fires at the five gaurds::
Bobius411: ::Five quick shots to the chest::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::2 gaurds fall immediately, but B'Ka sends the order out for more reinforcements before protecting bask with her body::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::the remaining 14 Atlantiens remove various weapons and take aim for the figure, or rush him with melee range weapons::
Bobius411: ::Glancing around and engaging in the complicated, deadly dance of firing and finding cover, Justane continues to lay waste::
Bobius411: ::Always, he shoots at the nearest threat::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::one gaurd, standing on the rock face, gets an arrow through Justane's left upper arm::
Bobius411: ::He grabs the arrow, breaking it off. He's in a near trance, his painstakingly trained and perfectly sculpted body defying his normally angry and random nature::
Bobius411: ::He fires for the archer, aiming for between his (her?) eyes::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::the melee warriors die quickly, but bravely, and one manages to knock Justane to the ground as he dies::
Bobius411: ::gets knocked to the ground and scrambles to his feet, panting and looking for another target::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::the archer falls, dead, but more soldiers fire at the individual, primarily cross bows and slings, their aim is good::
Bobius411: ::Justane ceases firing and runs for cover behind a building, slipping a new battery into the rifle::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((OOC Body count: 5 guards, dead. 6 melee warriors dead. archer dead. Bask wounded.))
Bobius411: ::He glances briefly to the dents in his armor, sighing::
LtCJoeASA: (Matt: Chopping down trees)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((Three others wounded, 1 grieveously, 2 only slightly))
Bobius411: ((Which leaves... 4 others?))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((12 dead, 1 out of commision, 2 injured... 4 regulars + bask))
Bobius411: ::He peeks around the corner and unleashes several blasts in the general direction of targets, trying to buy time::
Bobius411: ::Being careful not to injure Bask further::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::Bask quickly dons B'Ka's armour and grabs her weapons before heading into the cave system through a trap door in the floor::
Bobius411: ((With a near-severed foot?))
BossManAlfa ASA: hang on sec
BossManAlfa ASA: ((sorry that was to an IM))
Bobius411: ::Justane walks out of the alley, aiming carefully at his assailants but exposing himself to their fire::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((Justane can fight with an arrow in his arm, bask and put on armor and crawl down a trap door with no foot))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((Same training))
Bobius411: ((Ok.))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((sorta))
LtCJoeASA: (Did I mention that Matt's a woodchuck? <g>)
Bobius411: ::He fires to each enemy as soon as a shot presents itself::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((lol))
Bobius411: ((Heh.))
BossManAlfa ASA: ::some manage to escape, shooting and diving immediately, but some die, the two injured are now killed as well as 1 of the 4 un injured::
Bobius411: ::Justane takes off and runs quickly back to the gazebo. Crouching inside for cover, he notices the trapdoor and tries to force it open::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::bask crawls through the caves for an emergency unit where he'll be able to find a cutting laser to cut out of a cave in -- or make one::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::as he bends down he takes an arrow in the shoulder of his injured arm, but the rest of the arrows glance off his armor::
Bobius411: ((Moding but okay... door opens or no?))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((opens))
LtCJoeASA: (Her = God = able to mode = no da)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((zactly, this isn't Atlanta. these are NPCs. I'm not playing them, I'm telling you what happens. ))
Bobius411: ::Justane enters... briefly he pauses to pull out the arrows, gritting his teeth and getting rather angry. He advances down the cave:: Come out, come out, wherever you are....
LtCJoeASA: (Y'know, 'cuz, CO privileges and whatnot)
BossManAlfa ASA: (( :-D))
LtCJoeASA: (::enjoyed them at a time, so stands up for them::)
BossManAlfa ASA: ::lovely thing about laser burns - they cauterize instantly.))
Bobius411: ::He looks for Bask, moving quickly as he reaches for his staff::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((oh yeah, btw, the forest is starting to burn from stray laser shots))
LtCJoeASA: (Oh, okay, Matt can notice that.)
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt goes to practice upon yet another tree when the smell of smoke stops him from continuing::
Bobius411: ::He notices an arrow in the large shoulderpad of his armor, he pulls it out as he continues::
BossManAlfa ASA: Bask: ::scoots up against the end of tunnel and tries to decide:: *Cave in for time...or...save the energy and shoot him?::
Bobius411: Your making this difficult...
LtCJoeASA: Barbeque? No...not the right time of year for that.
LtCJoeASA: Must be...forest fire! Shit...
LtCJoeASA: Should get back home.
Bobius411: ::He comes to the end of the tunnel. Dropping the rifle.:: Smile... this is all going on tape for your precious leader. Now stand up and fight like a man.
Bobius411: ::A small camera on the barrel of the rifle reveals the meaning of his statement::
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt starts running back toward the colony, with Brother Sword drawn and old shortsword sheathed::
BossManAlfa ASA: *Bloody right I am! Stand up? Oh. I appear to be missing a leg you Mal!*
Bobius411: ((... Whats in asteriks?))
BossManAlfa ASA: ::aims as Justane's shadow appears on the wall::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((thoughts))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((To self))
Bobius411: ::Standing in veiw of Bask::
Bobius411: ::He brings his staff up as he starts to charge::
LtCJoeASA: ::as he runs back, I'm assuming he's going to encounter the dead, smoldering bodies of the Atlantien guards::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::squeezes off a shot, but the cutter is poor accuracy and only scorches his armor::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((righto Joe))
Bobius411: ::He brings the staff down, his armor getting hot. This only makes him more mad.::
LtCJoeASA: ::at this point, it's safe to assume Matt says something witty::
Bobius411: ::The staff is aimed for Bask's upper arm::
LtCJoeASA: Fried Atlantien...not my favorite of dishes...
BossManAlfa ASA: ::upper arm shatters but Bask does scream::
LtCJoeASA: Wait...::his eyes scan the area:: ...Bask!
Bobius411: ((Wow... what a morbid sense of humor.)) ::He brings the staff up and down again::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::he shoves a dagger up at a slot in Justane's armor::
Bobius411: ::Aiming for Bask's head::
Bobius411: ::He is too occupied with the second strike and gets stabbed in the gut::
LtCJoeASA: ::he starts running around, looking for where he and probably the attacker could have gone::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::unfortunately, bask also takes the hit to the head::
Bobius411: ::He steps back several times, holding the wound, or the knife if it stuck::
LtCJoeASA: *C'mon...I know there's somewhere you went...gotta find you, dammit!*
LtCJoeASA: Bask? Bask! Where are you?
Bobius411: ((You've all seen the picture? That staff is weighted at the ends.))
Bobius411: ::Looks at his hand. Its covered in blood.::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((yeah, I know, bask is not quiet dead yet...I mean the rapist survived, right?))
Bobius411: ((For a time...))
BossManAlfa ASA: ::he doesn't quite pass out, but his vision is crossed and he can't seem to control his body::
Bobius411: ::Justane looks to the rifle... He picks it up, aiming best he can for Bask's chest::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((I know. fear not. I can RP.))
LtCJoeASA: ::upon searching the area and not finding a single thing, he begins to get frantic:: Dammit...!
Bobius411: Sorry to end it this way... I would've enjoyed this fight. ::He shoots::
BossManAlfa ASA: I may be hard to kill. And I'm not even --- ::dies::
LtCJoeASA: ::he kicks at the floor, and surprisingly to Matt, the floor "kicks" back:: Ow!
BossManAlfa ASA: ::laser blast leaves BIG hole in Bask's chest::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((AHG! LAG!))
LtCJoeASA: A trap door! I should've known...::Obviously, he's found the trap door...and descends into the cave system::
Bobius411: ::He turns, taking the rifle and staff in one hand, holding the wound with the other. He's making his way back to the trapdoor::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((wow. that's hard core lag))
LtCJoeASA: (heh)
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt slinks up against the wall, flat, trying to keep the element of surprise while still searching...obviously, the guy that did this could very well deep-fry him as well::
Bobius411: ::Glances up to Matt, summoning a last effort, he tries to run past and make his way up the ladder::
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt tosses at look to Justane, and slashes the Brother Sword out as he tries to barrel past::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((All my NPCs are dead! whaaaa))
LtCJoeASA: ::Alas, he's too late, and he hits pure rock::
LtCJoeASA: Shit!
BossManAlfa ASA: ::but the sword slices nicely through the rock::
Bobius411: ::It clangs loudly against Justane's armor, causing him to stumble forward but continue. One out the hole, he pushes a chair over it and begins to make his escape.::
LtCJoeASA: ::the miss throws Matt unexpectedly off balance as the sword goes THROUGH the rock, and he glances back to the escaping Justane::
Bobius411: ((Based on the assumption that it would not cut both rock at armor... the sword may rule but the user wouldn't be that good... right?))
Bobius411: ::Removes his cloak from the ground, looking for a glider-bay hanger or something::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((I'm ruling with joe: joe says matt missed))
Bobius411: ((Oh... sorry.))
LtCJoeASA: (It's a lot less messy.)
LtCJoeASA: (::wink::)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((north east corner of the colony))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((glider hanger or whatever))
Bobius411: ::He makes his way to the hangar, still holding his bleeding wound::
LtCJoeASA: ::he runs after Justane, but finding the exit barricaded, and any hopes of catching the assailant gone, he runs back the direction Justane came from, to find a dead Bask::
Bobius411: This was too much...
Bobius411: I'm getting sloppy... ::he boards a glider and tries to start it to make his escape::
LtCJoeASA: ::he stops at the sight, and blinks:: ...Bask?
BossManAlfa ASA: ::glider starts, justane can get away, I won't stop that::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::bask can't reply, he's well and thoroughly dead::
Bobius411: ::Justane takes off, heading for one of his hideouts so he can dress his wounds::
LtCJoeASA: ::his attention becomes drawn to the laser-cut hole in Bask's chest:: ...mother fucker.
Bobius411: ((Where's Vin for the dramatic quote?))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((In Peru :P))
Bobius411: Well... one down.
LtCJoeASA: (heh)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((shall we call it an RP?))
Bobius411: ((How many left?))
LtCJoeASA: ::he starts flailing his sword around wildly, quite pissed off, screaming obscenities and so forth...::
Bobius411: ((He had four targets, right?))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((4 - Atlanta, Matt, Vin, Rico))
Bobius411: Four to go...
BossManAlfa ASA: ~~ END SIMish RP~~~
LtCJoeASA: *ACTION* Beer is served.
Bobius411: I was waiting for you to jump on the line.
BossManAlfa ASA: ?
Bobius411: You always end on a dramatic line.
LtCJoeASA: Beer. ::throws it at you::
BossManAlfa ASA: ahh yes well...I tried...but Mux's are good :P
Bobius411: ::Catch::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::shakes head, lights up::
BossManAlfa ASA: dude.
BossManAlfa ASA: Joe, if you want to do a post feel free, email to Atlanta_Nich@hotmail.com
BossManAlfa ASA: post of your reactions, how you get news to the rest of the group, etc.
Bobius411: Justane will deliver the news...
Bobius411: He'll get there first... I can start the next sim with it.