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Post by Tenshu on Aug 24, 2013 21:51:28 GMT
Serori's wits were right on the money, for the moment they walked into the first hallway they found the automatic doors behind them shut tight, and the door at the other end proving equally impassible. The PA system would ring out on the ship and a familiar voice would be heard overhead. "Act completely natural, or your life is forfeit. I have two more men stowed away behind my ship, do anything, and we WILL kill you."It was Serori's exact words when speaking to the saiyan. She would almost instantly recall his head rub after the incident and place one and two together. He had been setting her up for a trap, one that they had now fallen into. It wasn't really her fault, the mission itself was not an easy one considering how well guarded the ship actually was. Now however she could see where her plan had gone wrong. The saiyan had not been terrified after all, but had been acting, and that would be verified by the next words that left the PA. "Men belonging to Graft? Or pirates out to take what is ours? Either way your screwed!"Doors on the upper deck opened up, and on the balcony four soldiers, two on each side, came out into the hallway. As things stood it was Serori, Victor, and Raden all on the ground floor with no way in or out. Raden would be quick to put in his two sense. "If we all focus on one door we should be able to blow it open!"Victor of course had a different opinion, his own gun locked on one of the saiyans above them. "Commander, send Raden and I up each wall, these guys don't look that tough. If we take them out we can head through the unlocked doors on the second floor and have a height advantage."Once again torn between two plans serori would have to choose, and they would follow her lead. Either she would attack one of the two doors, or begin fighting the four guards. Ready and willing her two fighters prepared themselves. Raden already drawn and pointed at the door, and Victor lining up his right arm with one on the balcony. (I rolled a six sided die for your outcome, there were six different possible things that man might have done, and this was definitely the worst  . Sorry.) |
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Post by Serori Gibil on Aug 25, 2013 17:08:44 GMT
As they stepped on to the ship, entering the first hallway, it was a scene re-enacted from Star Wars. Doors both in front and back snapped shut, and guards surrounded them from balconies above. Serori cursed at herself in her mind as she heard the words she had given her guide, whom had also stepped back.
"Men belonging to Graft? Or pirates out to take what is ours? Either way your screwed!"
Serori allowed herself a smirk. "Pirates who didn't complete their research is more like." She knew that this was a difficult task that Graft had asked of them, especially now considering their predicament. Words were for stalling, thinking of coming up with a plan. However, her two loyal ship-mates were the first to come up with something.
"If we all focus on one door we should be able to blow it open!"
"Commander, send Raden and I up each wall, these guys don't look that tough. If we take them out we can head through the unlocked doors on the second floor and have a height advantage."
By now, Serori was pissed. Just about nothing had gone right, and it had just built up from her frustration earlier with the meeting with Graft. She had been ready to kill someone then, but now was the actual time to kill. However, she would offer them a chance to surrender.
"Gentlemen, what you are facing is an elite class of pirate. Countless ships have fallen victim, and if you think our reign of tyranny ends here, you are quite mistaken. I humbly suggest you lay down your weapons, step aside, and allow us to commandeer the ship. Only then will your lives be spared. If you do not take my advice," She motioned with her left hand. "My two friends here can easily take care of your men on the balcony, and I can hold my own as well." She would let these words sink in, whilst preparing herself for an attack. Muscles tensed to dodge, and ready to use her barrier technique.
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Post by Tenshu on Aug 26, 2013 2:07:44 GMT
The guards were uninterested in her threats. They were after all saiyan warriors, and the best of their kind. Any band of pirates dumb enough to waltz into a guarded ship obviously wasn't up to snuff, or at least as deadly as they were claiming to be. Serori's kind attempt at avoiding conflict had failed, and in the worst way. Not even waiting for her to finish talking, the first soldier let out a ki blast that would fly not at her, but at Vic. Victor expertly turned his own gun towards the blast and fired one of his own. The battle was on now as the blue and yellow blasts collided sending a ringing explosion through the hall. Victor instantly jumped up from where he was nearly six feet in the air, hooking one arm into the supports to the balcony above, and with all the strength he could muster would swing upwards kicking one of the guards on the left balcony clear off. Victor had proceeded with his plan, while Raden proceeded elsewhere.
Noting that a hit from one of these saiyans would be too nasty for him to handle, Raden found himself backed up against the wall, his own hand gun now pointed at the door on the opposite end of the hall. Like Victor he began firing, slowly creating a ring of burned bullet holes around the handle of the door. It would take considerably more to break that door and allow them to pass, but it would also take more than Victor to defeat all those on the balcony. Sometimes diplomacy just doesn't work.
The other three saiyans were now entirely focused on Vic. One had engaged him on the balcony, locking his blaster in place so that he would be unable to fire another round. The other two were lining up their own shots from the other balcony on the opposite side of the path. Luckily Vic's brash aggression had taken their focus.
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Post by Tenshu on Aug 26, 2013 2:10:48 GMT
 Victor ~Mercenary soldier working for Serori. Armed with a Ki blaster  Raden ~Battle medic working for Serori. Armed with a small sidearm |
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Post by Serori Gibil on Aug 28, 2013 6:18:22 GMT
Serori snarled in anger at the Saiyans rude interruption, and proceeded to focus on battling. Her attention found itself focused on Vic, at whom the first Saiyan guard had shot. He had easily countered it, and all hell broke loose. Serori had about had it up to here with this mission; everything so far had just gone horribly wrong. Her anger easily surpassed her normal level (she was always telling herself, never get more angry than several steps below how she was now). Hot headed, her eyes blazed a burning orange, her hair turning to a molten lava-like state.
Serori would attempt to grab the Saiyan that Victor had kicked off, and toss him into the one whom had led her in. Should they collide, that would easily hold them off at least time enough to continue with her actions. During her throw, the Saiyan whom Victor was grappling with managed to lock his blaster. This put Vic in trouble, with the two across the balcony targeting him. Serori would cross her arms in front of her chest, concentrating her ki, before her hands rocketed forward, expelling twisting, violent flame. It was not aimed at the Saiyans, but rather the balcony, meant to break the balcony, causing the two guards to fall.
During her actions, Serori's thoughts followed this path: I can't believe we got into this mess! Like seriously, what the hell? This morning seemed like everything was going to be dandy, then suddenly an inflow of paperwork. I mean, that's to be expected of someone in such a leadership position. But then, could everything have been fin there? Oh no, just my luck that other partitions of the Fleet had troubles that apparently only I could deal with. Damn those insufferable...I swear I'm the only competent captain in the whole Fleet! And then Graft...if it hadn't been for him, we wouldn't be here right now, risking our lives, for a trading vessel that belongs to us, but has been commandeered by these...
But by this point, her thoughts had derailed from her mind, and flown into her mouth.
With the toss: "Fucking!"
Crossing her arms: "Ass!"
Launching the vortex of fire: "Holes!"
During all this, Raden seemed to go unnoticed by anyone, friend or foe. Serori was too caught up in anger to do anything, the Saiyans focusing on Vic, and vice versa.
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Post by Tenshu on Sept 5, 2013 2:42:55 GMT
Serori's violent rage was just the needed push in the right direction. Focusing her efforts on one plan rather than both of them would prove helpful to them, at least at first. The saiyan fell from the balcony clumsily landing near Serori who wasted no time grabbing one of his legs and swinging him around and squarely into the wall to her left. Then with what could only be described as a fury backed attack, launched a powerful strike from her arms which contorted to meet the needs of her attack. Her intention was the blow the balcony, but her control was substancially higher than a simple balcony could handle. The entire flooring would explode on contact with the spiraling fire, dropping both saiyans down to topple over their fallen friend. This explosion caused enough of a distraction that Vic was able to twist his enemy around, and in a cruel twist of combat fire a ki bullet into the man's back, effectively ending his life. These men had fallen rather easily considering the circumstances, The two from the balcony tried to get up, but it was clear that they too were out for the count.
"Great guys, but we still need to get the hell out of here!"
Radon yelled over the sound of crackling and smoldering metal, the sprinklers over head activating to quell the fire that was slowly starting next to them. Though his bullet holes had been helpful, Radon was not capable of opening the door on his own, and with Serori's last attack sapping a decent amount of her own energy it meant that they would have to find a non ki related way to open the door.
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Post by Serori Gibil on Sept 28, 2013 1:57:21 GMT
Serori didn't even notice the sizzling and steam from her hair. The odd thing about her race was that, while hot enough to vaporize water, their hair only radiated heat about an inch out. two inches out it was only slightly warmer than the room. She turned towards Raden, anger quickly diminishing, as the room burned lazily, metal squealing only slightly as the weight of it acted in conjunction with gravity, trying to pull it down. It took a few seconds for her brain to register, understand, and react to Raden's words.
"R-right. Door."
She hadn't meant to expend most of her energy, but in her wrath, that is exactly what had happened. The heist was only just beginning, and Serori already felt that she needed to take a second for a breather. It was time to attempt to delegate.
"Victor, help me and Raden try to push the circle that he's created. Maybe with the combined strength of the three of us, we can get it open. And if not, perhaps your ki blaster could work. And if that STILL doesn't work, we'll think of something else. I'm not gonna let a door stop us."
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Post by Zach on Oct 8, 2013 23:14:45 GMT
{Sorry to butt in but Ten asked me to chuck a response up in his stead. It's no much of one but should keep you going until Ten has some more free time.}
"Sure thing." Victor replied, approaching the circular portal and bracing his hands against it. Likewise Raden holstered his gun and made his way to the hatchway, finding a clear spot to place his hands and aided in trying to force the door open. With the strength of all three the door slid about an inch before jamming tightly against it's locking mechanism, having moved just enough to permit a sliver thin tract to open between the hatch and the frame. It wasn't enough to get through, not by a long shot but it was enough to see beyond and perhaps slip in a tool to wedge the door open a bit further. Through the crack one could clearly see the interior corridors of the cargo ship and they were for the moment surprisingly clear of guards even with the racket of the fight in the entry lock. In time the sprinkler would put the fires out and as luck would have it for the intrepid band, since the fire extinguishing system was the ship's and not the station's, it appeared that the main security detechments were still blissfully unaware of their presence.
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