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Post by Lady Christianna on Jan 7, 2018 10:03:00 GMT
It had become a very dark and rainy day. A thunderstorm had moved in from the north, and lightening flashes could be seen in the distance with distant thunder claps being heard several seconds later. Flipping up the collar of his suit coat, Detective Robert Pride cursed the weather considering it salt in the wound of a very bad day already. He had just exited former Ringmaster Starr's wagon for the fourth time, each time hoping he would find another clue to the former circus owner's murder but finding none again. At this time he heard Whitney' Synder's frightened scream and raced in the direction he thought it came from which was where the Kansas CIty train sat parked on its tracks. Detective Pride remembered the beautiful acrobatic aerialist with her porcelain doll face, platinum blonde hair and striking ice blue eyes and thought to himself as he pulled his revolver from inside his suit coat, "That is the kind of dame I don't mind rescuing. Hope she's grateful afterward. Besides I'm ready to blow one down after the day I've had." However once Detective Pride rounded the corner of the outermost circus wagon and had a clear view of the train cars, in particular the one where the a giant gorilla stood on top of holding the young girl around the waist in one huge hand, the policeman stopped his mouth agape at the sight for the gorilla had clearly grown five times its size since he last saw him. To give him credit, Detective Pride only paused for a second then charged in shooting at the gigantic gorilla's head as he ran forwards. The startled but unhurt ape dropped the girl on the dining car's roof and Whitney still had her wits enough to roll off the train car choosing to accept any injury from the fall rather than whatever unimaginable horrors Gorgo might pose for her. As luck would have it, Detective Pride was there to catch her so she was uninjured but she clutched him hard around the neck as she whispered in her thick German accent before impulsively kissing him, "Mein hero!" Detective Pride smiled confidently thinking of something humble to say to enhance his heroic image before replying, "All in a day's work Babe, all in a day's work! Besides, I ran out of bullets." Before retreating away from the great beast, lightening and the gorilla's angry roar caused the handsome pair to look up seeing the big ape reaching for them but in the sudden light the creature looked like something else - some more horrific alien monster! In the lightening's momentary glare, Gorgo looked more reptilian covered in thick armored plates and with a rifle like but organic right arm extension and a head that looked more like some medieval knight's helmet with glowing eye slits. The image only lasted for a second before the giant gorilla looked like himself again albeit now a huge ape that Pride thought might still be growing. More importantly, the brief hesitation on Detective Pride's part put both him and the beautiful woman he carried in mortal danger again.   |
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Post by Attila Constantine on Jan 7, 2018 12:46:49 GMT
Before retreating away from the great beast, lightening and the gorilla's angry roar caused the handsome pair to look up seeing the big ape reaching for them but in the sudden light the creature looked like something else - some more horrific alien monster! In the lightening's momentary glare, Gorgo looked more reptilian covered in thick armored plates and with a rifle like but organic right arm extension and a head that looked more like some medieval knight's helmet with glowing eye slits. The image only lasted for a second before the giant gorilla looked like himself again albeit now a huge ape that Pride thought might still be growing. More importantly, the brief hesitation on Detective Pride's part put both him and the beautiful woman he carried in mortal danger again.
At that moment the Mongolians, who had shown their prowess and outran the gangsters, arrived on seen. As the angry Gorilla reached for Whitney again, Tavan the leopard leaped and clamped it's jaws down into the huge beast's arm. As Gorgo tried shaking the leopard off, Kellina quickly moved to the endangered duo and pulled them further away from the angry beast. Ganbaatar on the other hand had started slashing at the now giant gorilla's ankle. As Gonzo screamed in pain and anger, it swung down at Ganbaatar. However Ganbaatar dodged the blow, just as Tavan released the beast's arm and moved back to where Kellina was at with Pride and Whitney. Kellina patted Tavan on the head and told her to stay with Whitney. Then Kellina joined her brother in the battle against the beast.
Sophie took Mike's face between her palms and rubbed her nose gently against Mike's. She was still weeping but now her tears dropped on Mike's skin as it was raining. Sudden movement she spotted from the corner of her eye caught her attention for a mere second, but that was enough. She already spotted one of escaped mobsters who stared at them still holding a pistol in his hand. Absent mindedly Sophie spot and grabbed nearby circus whip from the ground and with one strong swung she twirled it around mobsters ankles and pulled. Mobster lost balance and hit the nearby circus wagon, releasing a sound of two hard objects colliding each other. His eyes turned upside down, goofy smile appeared to his face and he slid down and kissed the ground. Seeing him down, Sophie turned his face towards Mike again and kissed tenderly his forehead, tears still in her eyes. After Kabule climbed off his motorcycle, he glanced at the man that was just taken down by a whip and remarked, "Good choice. Most'a my ammo wen'tup with the Big Top. So that gansta woulda been a waste ofa bullet, as the ape still be on the loose. So we be needin all the bullets we be havin left for bot' my guns. 'Old onta that one awhile longer. Judgin from the screams, ya may be needin it real soon Doll." Kabule then double-checked Hope and Dinara, as he said to Dinara, "How you doin lil' sister?" Dinara snapped, "Who cares! Amber's gone, even though I swear I keep hearing and seeing her! So maybe I am going crazy!! The circus is in ruins and lots are dead or injured! All I know for sure is that my dancin days are done without my Amber-Baby! My music died with her! Now go kill that monster before he kills somebody else's love and dreams!"
As Kabule hopped back on his motorcycle he said, "I do hope that not bein true, as you was always enjoyin yer dancing. However the Gorilla-huntin be one hunt I am lookin forward too, and from those screams, I think they may be needin help soon. I see ya gave my gun to Sophie, so I hope she be a better shot than you, as she is the Ringmaster so I t'ink it be her job to stay here and protect you, Hope, and all the ot'er wounded that be gat'erin here."
Just then Kakusi lifted his head from where he lay and looked around as he asked, "Are the mother and child safe? I didn't fall on them, after getting them out of the crashing light and fire, did I?"
Dinara sadly replied," Yes they are here with us and un-squashed, but that Gorilla needs stopped before he hurts Whitney or somebody else!"
As Dinara was answering Kakusi, Kabule had started his motorbike back up and was already on his way in the direction the gorilla had gone, and as he got to where he could see it, he thought two things.
The first being: "Damn I be glad I be havin heavy tread wheels on this thing. With all this rain, I be needed it as much as I be needin it in the cage!"
The second thought was, "Damn that Gorilla got fuckin HUGE! Sure wish I had a 'Fedorov Avtomat M1916', a 'PM Model 1910', or a fuckin tank! Atleast I got my bike."
As he got near the Gorilla he fired at it a couple of times, as he wandered just how the hell he was going to stop such a huge beast.
Not long after Kabule had ridden off to find the Gorilla, Sazri Kakusi stood up and dusted himself off as he brushed one big finger over the little girl, Lexy's, head as he gently asked if she was alright. As she hugged one of his huge legs and replied quietly and shyly with, "Uh-huh! You saved us! You're a NICE giant, unlike the mean giant from the book my momma read to me!" Kakusi responded with, "It is good that you are fine. Stay here, I am going to see if I can go help with the ape." Lexy nodded and went back to sitting with her mother, as Kakusi stretched his aching back and rubbed his sore arms. Then he started moving the direction Kabule had gone just minutes earlier, as fast as the giant's long legs could take him. As Kakusi got to the train tracks, he saw the Mongolians and gangsters on foot trying to fight the ape, while Kabule was on his motorcycle riding circles around where the ape was currently perched and shooting at it whenever he saw a decent opening. When Kabule ran very low on bullets, he switched to his throwing knives. When Kakusi got near the ensuing battle, he was struck by lightning, and for a split-second those looking at the approaching giant saw a huge electric being, but once the lighting flash had ended he was back to looking like the huge giant (clad in blue) that they were used to. However when a second lightning bolt flashed in the sky near Kakusi he moved a hand, and to those who had seen his lightshow earlier in the Big Top, it looked like he was now directing the lightning flashes, as the bolts leapt from the sky and struck the ape wherever the Great Kakusi 'Electrical-Giant Extraordinaire' seemed to be directing it to; as if he were some sort of lightning conductor or some such thing.
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jan 7, 2018 17:10:41 GMT
When Kakusi got near the ensuing battle, he was struck by lightning, and for a split-second those looking at the approaching giant saw a huge electric being, but once the lighting flash had ended he was back to looking like the huge giant (clad in blue) that they were used to. However when a second lightning bolt flashed in the sky near Kakusi he moved a hand, and to those who had seen his lightshow earlier in the Big Top, it looked like he was now directing the lightning flashes, as the bolts leapt from the sky and struck the ape wherever the Great Kakusi 'Electrical-Giant Extraordinaire' seemed to be directing it to; as if he were some sort of lightning conductor or some such thing. Still, the electrical charge seemed to more irritate the huge gorilla than hurt it. Officer Gula exited the outermost circus wagon belonging to Luxuria Fornicatio just in time to see the light show. He had been found unconscious and tied up by by the tattooed snake lady at the the Strongman's wagon and had been taken by her to her own wagon for tender loving care. Not that she knew any medical practices but she did know the Kama Sutra by heart and he soon was feeling quite good, although he would rather had continued his medical treatment then investigate the disturbance outside her wagon but she had insisted. Drawing his own revolver he ran up to Detective Pride with Luxuria in tow, whereupon the senior policeman exchanged his empty revolver for Gula's full one. Taking careful aim at the giant ape, Detective Pride emptied the revolver again seeming to do no harm to Gorgo, whereupon Pride exclaimed in exasperation, "Will nothing kill that damn ape? And why does he seem so determined to grab Miss Synder?" Luxuria stroked her pet boa constrictor as her green eyes stared at Whitney Synder and with a wry grin on her pretty tattooed face as she teased, "Maybe he just wants to make a little whoopee! Just like any other guy on vacation!" Whitney's blue eyes grew big as saucers as she took a fearful step behind Detective Pride who ignored Luxuria's unhelpful comments and instead turned and ordered Officer Gula, "You know Boss Avaritia's special? The one in his private car secured in the upper storage compartment? Get it for me and don't go your normal speed! This is too important to be slow about it!" Officer Gula hurried back with a violin case from which Detective Pride extracted a Thompson's machine gun aka the infamous Tommy gun but before Pride could fire it at the approaching irate monster, Boss Avaritia and several of his gangsters ran up to him yelling, "Pride don't you dare kill that big ape! I can make a fortune with him as the star of this damned circus!" Detective glanced at the terrified girl behind him holding his coat sleeve at the shoulder in a death grip before stating ironically in exasperation, "Okay Boss but how do you expect me to stop him - with harsh language?" Boss Avaritia puffed twice on his big expensive cigar before answering with determination, "I don't care how, just do it! Didn't that animal have some kind of trainer? Wasn't Gorgo in somebody's circus act?" Peeping from around Detective Pride's broad back with wide blue eyes, Whitney answered in a low frightened tone, "Moira. His animal trainer was Moira."  |
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Jan 8, 2018 10:50:26 GMT
"One very wise man once said that: "The goal towards which the pleasure principle impels us - of becoming happy - is not attainable: yet we may not - nay, cannot - give up the efforts to come nearer to realization of it by some means or other. "" announced Sigmund. "I assume that this particular wise man happens to be... you," said Moira. "And how this quote can help me right now?" "Let's put it this way - you can either feel miserable and let others die right now or you can feel miserable because you let others die right now, so you are going to feel double miserable. I am not sure yet where I can put that maxim into my theory of the pleasure principle, in a way it fits in, but I know for sure that if you don't act right now then others fulfil the ultimate goal of life which is death. Are you sure that you want that responsibility, young lady?" "Thanks for encouraging words," snapped Moira. "I sense certain amount of irony. And would like to add that using irony means..." "Later!" cut Moira. "First things first. I have a gorilla to handle. Unless you want to give him one of your motivational speeches." It was easier to say that than actually tame angry gorilla. Moira knew that to tame an animal one must convince him that you are stronger than him, you must suppress his fighting instincts and subjugate him to your will. But gorillas...They were something different. Maybe it was about their intelligence but if you try to provoke a gorilla with a stick or a whip the gorilla would rip you apart. And Moira preferred to avoid that from happening. She didn't wished death of others but felt that giving her own life in effort to preserve theirs might not be the best idea. Especially when sacrificing herself might be useless because gorilla could continue his rampage. Environment wasn't suitable for taming either. All this noises, shouts, shots, heat, smell of burning wood and canvas...Not exactly the most relaxing atmosphere. "Gorgo! Remember me? Moira!" she said to the huge ape when she finally confronted him. Gorilla looked at her suspiciously and sniffed his huge crumpled nostrils as he was trying to remember something. Her voice sounded familiar. A reminiscence of more peaceful moments, food and water she brought to him. The most familiar face among strangers... "I think that your cage is the best place to be right now for you," continued Moira in the same manner she used to talk with Gorgo when they trained for their circus act. I matter of fact, Gorgo didn't understood much of her words but the manner of speaking was also reminding him more peaceful times and the big ape was sort of stressed out, so he turned his big head towards Moira. She knew that at moment she was only link between Gorgo and peaceful circus life and reached her white hand to stroke Gorgo's hairy arm. Then she took his huge palm and told him before beginning to walk towards Gorgo's cage: "Let's go, Gorgo. You are probably smarter than lot of us, so let's leave those people to settle their scores while we have something to drink. I believe that all this heat has made you thirsty." Huge gorilla and slim girl walked side by side to the gorilla cage where Gorgo entered and made some satisfied noises when cage door was finally closed and Moira brought him bucketful of water. "We better leave him alone," she said. "He had enough adventures for the day. You can fill the gap he left by telling me what the hell is going on here? I leave this place for....That's not important right now! But then I return to the circus and discover myself in the middle of catastrophe."  |
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jan 9, 2018 6:41:16 GMT
Detective Robert Pride square jaw was slack at the sight of the Japanese woman taming the Mighty Gorgo although he kept his Tommy-gun trained on the giant ape just in case it became dangerous again. In fact, he could swear he could see the gorilla shrinking before his eyes to it's former size which was still huge but not gigantic. He watched as Moira lead the now calm ape to it's cage wagon and saw it docilely go in. As Moira locked Gorgo into his cage and gave him some water, Detective Pride remarked in admiration, "Quite the bearcat indeed!" The beautiful circus aerialist Whitney Synder stepped from behind Pride smiling shyly before kissing him on his cheek then remarking, "But no more brave than mein handsome Schutzmann!" "Applesauce," Exclaimed Detective Pride as he embraced the slim girl kissing her full on the lips then saying, "And she's not the choice bit of calico that you are Babe!" At the end of the embrace, Whitney looked a bit dazed and was more than a little warm as this was her first kiss from a man that was not family and certainly the first that was given her with such passion. She was a little shaky on her feet and very flustered from the intensity of Pride's kiss but suddenly her two brothers appeared on either side of her grabbing her elbows too steady her and to escort her away to more safe environs. Whitney only had time for a small wave as she smiled demurely at the grinning detective before she was ushered away into the growing crowd by her brothers. Before leaving, Whitney's older brother who regarded Detctive Pride as a mere predatory ladies' man said accusingly over his shoulder at Pride, "Cake-Eater!" Detective Pride's grin widened as he replied more to himself than anyone else, "And I'd love a piece of that Angel food cake - with berries on it!" Boss Avaritia walked up puffing on his expensive cigar gesturing at Moira and the captured Gorgo enthusiastically stating, "I can see the advertisements already - come see beauty taming the beast," Then rubbing his hands together greedily added, "I'm going to make a fortune with this circus!" "Yes, you do that - but you ought to check on your family first!" Answered Detective Pride with disdain as he turned his back on the mob boss and headed for the still burning Big Top, shouldering the Tommy-gun while walking away. Meanwhile at the burning inferno of the Big Top, many of the circus performers, roustabouts, and even some of those in the audience including Officer Ira worked in vain at putting out the fire. Hope, the little clown girl who now looked more like a sad little girl than a clown clutching herself tightly with her thin arms as she sat and rocked on her hind quarters just muttering like a mad mantra, "No,no,no,no..." Suddenly her vacant blue eyes grew wide as she reached into the leather jacket Kabul had given her obviously looking for something but in a panic not finding it. Standing up in a frenzy, Hope exclaimed crazily, "The book! The journal! The Starrgazer journal! I must have dropped it when Kabule and I almost became one! I've got to get it! It's the only proof I have that I'm not at fault! I'm not to blame! I didn't kill Amber! I didn't kill the Ringmaster! You don't blame the gun, you blame the shooter! I'm just an instrument of his will! The book proves it!" Then before anyone could stop her, Hope raced back into the burning Big Top tent.  |
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Jan 9, 2018 10:15:04 GMT
"Never a dull moment," muttered Sigmund before streaking after Hope and grabbing her by her jacket collar. Her small feet kept running but he was indeed stronger and he had and iron grip so Hope's footwork couldn't carry her even an inch forward. It could have been a funny moment but the situation was damn serious. Seeing that Hope was trying to unbutton the coat (zippers had to wait about five years to become part of leather jacket production), Sigmund let her collar go and grabbed her waistline instead, saying: "I found magnificent amount of wonderful mental cases in this circus and I'll be damned if I let any of them to risk with their lives in vain. It would be a huge loss to psychoanalysis. Especially to MY works. We can use another method to prove your innocence, although it means a certain setback for me. I practised hypnosis in my early days, although after becoming to conclusion that free association and interpretation of the unconscious are more sufficient methods to reveal suppressed memories. But despite the fact that it is very probable, too, that the application of our therapy to numbers will compel us to alloy the pure gold of analysis plentifully with the copper of direct hypnotic suggestion, I am willing to do it, because at moment we are trying to reproduce the diary, which, in fact, is already sort of pre-edited text, although there might be some slips when you put it down to the paper, not to find your very essence. It is better than rushing into this burning tent. Ja!  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jan 9, 2018 12:09:10 GMT
It was easier to say that than actually tame angry gorilla. Moira knew that to tame an animal one must convince him that you are stronger than him, you must suppress his fighting instincts and subjugate him to your will. But gorillas...They were something different. Maybe it was about their intelligence but if you try to provoke a gorilla with a stick or a whip the gorilla would rip you apart. And Moira preferred to avoid that from happening. She didn't wished death of others but felt that giving her own life in effort to preserve theirs might not be the best idea. Especially when sacrificing herself might be useless because gorilla could continue his rampage. Environment wasn't suitable for taming either. All this noises, shouts, shots, heat, smell of burning wood and canvas...Not exactly the most relaxing atmosphere.
"Gorgo! Remember me? Moira!" she said to the huge ape when she finally confronted him. Gorilla looked at her suspiciously and sniffed his huge crumpled nostrils as he was trying to remember something. Her voice sounded familiar. A reminiscence of more peaceful moments, food and water she brought to him. The most familiar face among strangers...
Kakusi who had been using his lightning trick to distract the ape stopped and stepped away when Moira had stepped off the train and started speaking. Kabule who was still circling the ape as he looked for a weakness maneuvered his bike away from the beast to give the jap a chance. However as he watched the ape closely judging what it's next move would be, he also continued scanning for an opening. As Gorgo calmed, Kabule saw the opening he was looking for, a fresh wound just below the ape's left eye; that probably happened when Gorgo flung itself at the chandelier in the now burned up Big Top.
Kabule really wanted the ape dead as he saw it as an enemy and the only true barrier between Kabule and his 'perty lil' bird'. However he also knew that if he struck down the ape after it had been calmed Dinara would never forgive him. After all she already blamed him for the death of his twin and her favorite brother, Atticus the good twin. So he knew if he gave her just one more reason to distrust him that he would lose the only person he has left in his life. So Kabule just watched and followed (on his bike) as Sophie calmed Gorgo and guided him back towards the clearing near the Big Top where his cage trailer was at. However the whole time that Kabule followed he kept 3 knives at the ready in case he needed to make use of the weak spot.
After Gorgo was returned home, Moira said, "We better leave him alone. He had enough adventures for the day. You can fill the gap he left by telling me what the hell is going on here? I leave this place for....That's not important right now! But then I return to the circus and discover myself in the middle of catastrophe."
As Kakusi arrived he began to fill Moira in, as it was obvious from the way Kabule was still staring at Gorgo that he wasn't going to be any help.
Meanwhile just on the other side of the clearing near the burning inferno of the Big Top, many of the circus performers, roustabouts, and even some of those in the audience including Officer Ira worked in vain at putting out the fire. Hope, the little clown girl who now looked more like a sad little girl than a clown clutching herself tightly with her thin arms as she sat and rocked on her hind quarters just muttering like a mad mantra, "No,no,no,no..." Suddenly her vacant blue eyes grew wide as she reached into the leather jacket Kabule had given her obviously looking for something but in a panic not finding it.
Standing up in a frenzy, Hope exclaimed crazily, "The book! The journal! The Starrgazer journal! I must have dropped it when Kabule and I almost became one! I've got to get it! It's the only proof I have that I'm not at fault! I'm not to blame! I didn't kill Amber! I didn't kill the Ringmaster! You don't blame the gun, you blame the shooter! I'm just an instrument of his will! The book proves it!"
Then before anyone could stop her, Hope raced back into the burning Big Top tent.
As Hope had raced away, Dinara tried to grab her arm but missed. So instead she screamed, "Hope NO! It's too late! Everything in there is ash! Somebody stop her!"
As Kabule turned and looked across the clearing to see what Dinara was screaming about, the OLD man that had accompanied Moira to Gorgo's cage was already crossing the clearing (presumably to see if the others needed some sort of help). So as Kabule started towards the Big Top and Hope, the old man was already grabbing her and pulling her back.
"Never a dull moment," muttered Sigmund before streaking after Hope and grabbing her by her jacket collar. Her small feet kept running but he was indeed stronger and he had and iron grip so Hope's footwork couldn't carry her even an inch forward. It could have been a funny moment but the situation was damn serious. Seeing that Hope was trying to unbutton the coat (zippers had to wait about five years to become part of leather jacket production), Sigmund let her collar go and grabbed her waistline instead, saying:
"I found magnificent amount of wonderful mental cases in this circus and I'll be damned if I let any of them to risk with their lives in vain. It would be a huge loss to psychoanalysis. Especially to MY works. We can use another method to prove your innocence, although it means a certain setback for me. I practised hypnosis in my early days, although after becoming to conclusion that free association and interpretation of the unconscious are more sufficient methods to reveal suppressed memories. But despite the fact that it is very probable, too, that the application of our therapy to numbers will compel us to alloy the pure gold of analysis plentifully with the copper of direct hypnotic suggestion, I am willing to do it, because at moment we are trying to reproduce the diary, which, in fact, is already sort of pre-edited text, although there might be some slips when you put it down to the paper, not to find your very essence. It is better than rushing into this burning tent. Ja!"
So Kabule quickly made his way to where Hope and the man were and by the time he got there, Dinara was already there and he could see the anger in Dinara's eyes; Anger that had never been there before, but he had seen in his own eyes every single fucking time that he has looked in a mirror since he was about Hope's age (or perhaps a little younger).
As he got there he saw that Dinara had a wood stake in her hand and was about to lunge at Hope with it. Kabule quickly stepped between the two women and caught his extremely angry sister, and said to the older man, "I don' think so ol' man! She don' need some fuckin hypno-babbler changin her brain cuz he doesn' hear wat he wants'ta hear! She be fine the way she be. So maybe ya should tell me wat all of ya are talkin 'bout before you be tryin ta mess with her perty lil' brain! Then if I think ya actually be planning ta help, we can discuss it, an' ya better NOT hurt 'er!"
Then Kabule glanced at Dinara, who was struggling to get out of his grip so she could get to Hope, as he said slightly shocked, "Wow, what got into ya, Dina? You always be tellin me to not let my anger get ta me! Yet ya be madder than a hornet!"
Dinara snapped, "Her!!! She...she..she said something about...about Amber!!!"
Kabule said, "An' jus' wat is it she said, that got yer dainty panties in such a bunch, that ya be wantin ta hurt 'er, when ya was always tellin me it is always bes'ta talk things out before tryin ta hurt somebody?"
When Dinara stopped struggling for a second and looked up at him, Kabule remarked, "What? I hear what people tell me, I jus' choose not ta listen ta mos' of it."
Dinara took a breath then yelled, "She said she can't be blamed for Amber or the Ringmaster being killed because some stupid non-existent book made her do it! A book she claims to have dropped when with you! She is crazy and she...she...she killed my Amber-Baby and I just want Amber back! But if I can't get that then I can at least kill my Amber-baby's killer!!! Is it YOUR fault?! IS she just blaming an imaginary book to keep you out of trouble?!"
Kabule said, "I did nothin this time. If I did, I woulda took off as soon as I got my bike from the burnin tent, if not earlier! So calm down! Nobody be killin Lil' Hope!
Dinara then started crying as she once again swung the stake at Hope in vane, for she was still being held in her brother's strong and unrelenting arms, while the older gentleman was still holding Hope. So there were two men between her and Hope so she couldn't avenge Amber's death like she wanted. So instead, as Kabule pulled the stake out of Dinara's hand and tossed it into the burning Big Top, Dinara once again broke down into a crying fit.
As Kabule held her (not sure if he was doing so to comfort his little sister, or just to protect his new pet from her), he looked at Hope and said, "Whatcha thinkin tryin ta go in an inferno, My Lil' Bird? An' what Dina be talkin 'bout?!"
Hope muttered to Kabule, "You don't understand! It's not my fault! The book explains! We have to get the book, the Starrgazer journal! We just have to!"
Kabule glanced down at Dinara who was now silently crying in his arms against his still very bare chest, then he said to Hope, "So yer talking 'bout the book ya dropped after yer visit with me back by my cage?"
When Hope nodded sadly, Kabule said, "Look back at the Big Top. Everythin be gone, specially near my cage. I know, as I rode my iron outta there earlier I herd the spare ammo in my bag go off. So I am cert'n the only thing left in that area would be my metal cage. How'ver don' worry My Lil' Bird. I know where the book be at."
When all eyes were on him, Hope muttered, "Where?! I need it to prove it's not my fault!"
Kabule smiled sinisterly and remarked, "I discovered it shortly after ya left me ta get ready fer my show, an' I put it in my jacket that ya left on the ground over there... "
As Hope turned to go check Kabule's light jacket that he usually wore, Kabule said, "Ya won' be findin it there, My pet. Ya see it seemed like it might be impor'ant, a'least ta ya. An' I lernt long ago that when ya need ta hide somethin impor'ant, it is best ta hide it where people leas' expec'ta find it. So when I had ta remove my shirt an' jacket ta help ya, I did jus' that."
Dinara pulled out of Kabule's arms and looked up at him as she snapped, "The book is real and you have it?! Where is it?! Where did you hide it?!"
Kabule smiled deviously again as he said to Dinara, "Ya member when I set Hope by the sleepin Giant, then made sure ya was ok?"
Dinara nodded so Kabule continued with, "Ya member how I bumped the giant right b'fore I got up an' went back into the burnin tent?"
Dinara said, "Yes but tell us where it is already!"
Kabule still smiling deviously said, "Giant come here!"
When Kakusi walked over to see what was needed, Kabule told him to kneel down. Kakusi looked at everyone and saw Dinara nod. So he knelt down by Kabule. Then once he was kneeling, Kabule said, "Member, I said ALWAYS hide what may be impor'ant, where nobody be expectin ta find it! So Giant empty yer right pants pocket!"
Sazri Kakusi looked at everyone curiously but didn't see any harm in it as he never had anything in his pockets but some wires or tools that he may need for one of his electric devices. So he pulled the contents from the huge pocket Kabule had told him to. In his hand everybody say some loose wires and the journal in question. So Kabule took it from Kakusi, as Dinara said, "Thank you Sazri."
Then she snapped at Hope, "You better be telling the truth or or or...."
Kabule turned back to Hope and the old man who was still ready to protect Hope from Dinara if needed, and said, "Here the book be. I don' have much book learnin, never saw a reason fer it. So I guess I am not the one who will be readin it, but if this be that impor'ant somebody needs ta, but who?"
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jan 10, 2018 2:00:40 GMT
Kabule turned back to Hope and the old man who was still ready to protect Hope from Dinara if needed, and said, "Here the book be. I don' have much book learnin, never saw a reason fer it. So I guess I am not the one who will be readin it, but if this be that impor'ant somebody needs ta, but who?" Hope the clown girl relaxed in the old man's grip around her waist hanging like a wet rag doll from his arm saying forlornly as she stared at the ground below her before admitting, "I can't read. Sarge was trying to teach me but I guess I wasn't a very good student," Then she looked up into Sigmund's face with teary blue eyes, "You really should have let me burn up in the fire! You really should have! It wouldn't be half as painful a death as what the hooded man has planned for me now that I failed him." Suddenly Detective Pride came up from behind Kabule plucking the book from his hand while saying with a confident grin while bragging, "I can read! I went to Yale!" Pride leaned his Tommy gun against a nearby tree before thumbing through the book. As he scanned through various passages in the journal, his grin slowly faded into a grim frown until he turned to the assembled group to say - Hope reached into the sleeves of her leather jacket pulling two of Kabule's throwing knives with each small hand that she had "borrowed" from him. Poking Sigmund's hand so he would drop her, she threw the other at Detective Pride's head which he easily ducked. However, it wasn't Hope's intent to kill either of them but to merely divert their attention for the Hooded Man had not ordered her to kill them. In fact, she had failed to hear the Hooded Man's voice in her head ever since Gorgo was subdued. What she did now she did on pure animal instinct as she raced to the tree picking up the Tommy-gun and with her back at against the oak pointed it at those around her, shifting it from person to person as she glared at them with wild blue eyes.  |
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Jan 10, 2018 10:49:32 GMT
Sigmund, the specialist of death drive, would otherwise been happy about the situation because where else one could study expressions of the aforementioned drive when in extreme situation. But the position of the scientist demands being outside the situation to examine it, and observe it and gather information about it and analyse that information about it and then write and publish a long and thorough paper about it, called: "Der Unterschung über Todestrieb und seine Ausdrücke ("The study about death drive and it's expressions") which would be a really short work. 200-300 pages long works are relatively short studies in German speaking world of science but that's not important right now because standing at threat of the gun barrel is not exactly best moment to perform such studies. Especially when the barrel is moving from one target to another and that sort of chaotic movement is a threat to decent concentration, so something should be done about it. Sigmund rose his bleeding hand, sucked anmd licked his wound, trying to stop the bleeding, and said calmly, convincingly and in most authoritative manner: "Hope! First you should stop swinging the gun and concentrate on one specific target, like me right now. That would make the situation less threatening for the rest of people and reduces chances of accidental shot significantly. Look into my eyes, dear, and listen what I have to say. Repeat after me. "I am relaxed..I feel safe and warm..." "He is trying to perform a hypnosis in front of the gun," whispered Moira. "Totally and completely nuts. They don't say in vain that shrinks are biggest mental cases themselves. But if it helps..." "You accidentally stumbled on the fact that the most people have mental disorders and psychoanalysts are not exception," grinned Sigmund. "For example I am acting against survival instincts by trying to do my job. However I would appreciate that you won't interrupt my work right now. And in more peaceful times I can prove that nothing is accidental but first we must achieve those more peaceful times, so...Where were we?...Also - You feel safe and warm....There are no threats here..."  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jan 10, 2018 12:10:21 GMT
Hope the clown girl relaxed in the old man's grip around her waist hanging like a wet rag doll from his arm saying forlornly as she stared at the ground below her before admitting, "I can't read. Sarge was trying to teach me but I guess I wasn't a very good student," Then she looked up into Sigmund's face with teary blue eyes, "You really should have let me burn up in the fire! You really should have! It wouldn't be half as painful a death as what the hooded man has planned for me now that I failed him."
Kabule glare at Hope as he said, "This hooded man can go fuck 'imself! Ya are with me now, and by yer own choice! So fuck 'im, 'sides when I get my hands on 'im, he is dead! And it don't matter none ta me if ya can't read. We can jus' make one of the others do it!"
Suddenly Detective Pride came up from behind Kabule plucking the book from his hand while saying with a confident grin while bragging, "I can read! I went to Yale!"
Kabule snapped, "Oh how nice fer ya Mr. College man! Now jus' tell us wat the book says already, or give it ta the bearded ol' fossil ta read! I find him much less repulsive than a Militsiya man anyway!"
Pride leaned his Tommy gun against a nearby tree before thumbing through the book. As he scanned through various passages in the journal, his grin slowly faded into a grim frown until he turned to the assembled group to say -
Hope reached into the sleeves of her leather jacket pulling two of Kabule's throwing knives with each small hand that she had "borrowed" from him. Poking Sigmund's hand so he would drop her, she threw the other at Detective Pride's head which he easily ducked. However, it wasn't Hope's intent to kill either of them but to merely divert their attention for the Hooded Man had not ordered her to kill them. In fact, she had failed to hear the Hooded Man's voice in her head ever since Gorgo was subdued. What she did now she did on pure animal instinct as she raced to the tree picking up the Tommy-gun and with her back at against the oak pointed it at those around her, shifting it from person to person as she glared at them with wild blue eyes.
Kabule chuckled when Hope had used his knives to squirm away from the old man and to distract the damnable Militsiya man. He even enjoyed watching the gun aimed at Pride, the old man and a couple others. However when the gun turned towards Dinara, Kabule's humorous mood started to sour. Then when it was pointed at him, he was no longer amused at all.
So he started to walk towards Hope not hiding his displeasure with her action. However the old man (Sigmund, who Kabule knew nothing about yet) started talking just as Dinara grabbed Kabule's arm to try to stop him. So Kabule stopped temporarily as he shot his sister a dirty look, and half-listened to the old man as Kabule completely fixed his focus strictly on Hope, staring into her eyes. He just wished he didn't leave his cig tin in his jacket, as he felt he could really use one at the moment.
Sigmund rose his bleeding hand, sucked and licked his wound, trying to stop the bleeding, and said calmly, convincingly and in most authoritative manner:
"Hope! First you should stop swinging the gun and concentrate on one specific target, like me right now. That would make the situation less threatening for the rest of people and reduces chances of accidental shot significantly. Look into my eyes, dear, and listen what I have to say. Repeat after me. "I am relaxed...I feel safe and warm..."
"He is trying to perform a hypnosis in front of the gun," whispered Moira. "Totally and completely nuts. They don't say in vain that shrinks are biggest mental cases themselves. But if it helps..."
"You accidentally stumbled on the fact that the most people have mental disorders and psychoanalysts are not exception," grinned Sigmund. "For example I am acting against survival instincts by trying to do my job. However I would appreciate that you won't interrupt my work right now. And in more peaceful times I can prove that nothing is accidental but first we must achieve those more peaceful times, so...Where were we?...Also - You feel safe and warm....There are no threats here..."
Kabule grumbled to Moira, "Why lie when Mr. Militsiya an' I are both obvious threats? I say instead we jus' give her a real target to focus on, while the old guy keeps up his calming crap. If she focuses the gun on somebody who has never feared lookin down the barrel of a gun and starin death in the eye, then the fuckin ol' man has a better chance of bein able to think clearly and wax-diplomatic while the ot'er guy enjoys starin down a gun. Fun ta do when I choose ta do it."
 
Not waiting for any further response, Kabule stepped in front of the old man and snapped at Hope, "Look MY pet, If you are goin ta point that thing at somebody, then point it at me!"
Then despite the fact that the gun was now aimed specifically at him as he just ordered, Kabule calmly approached Hope, (with him still choosing to remain unarmed.), stopping directly in front of the wavering gun as he snapped, "MY Perty Lil' Bird, I am sure I've already proven I'll care fer ya an' pratect ya a lot more than yer hooded man or anybody else ever will! So lower the stupid fuckin' gun now and I will forgive ya fer pointin that gun at me! I may even be persuaded ta reward ya with a lil' cash (kiss) fer listenin' imediately! How'ver if I have ta disarm ya, then I WILL give My Perty Lil' Bird the longest and strongest bare-assed spankin that she deserves! I can even forgive ya if somebody else gets ya to lower the fuckin' gun an' hand it ta them, like fer instance: the calm ol' man who smells like he has some fun booze an' dope ta share.
Jus' as long as ya do NOT surrender to any of the fuckin Militsiya pigs! This one'll let it go to 'is already over-inflated head, an' we know if Ira gets too close to ya then I will jus' haveta bump'im off!"
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jan 11, 2018 3:46:27 GMT
Black smoke billowed into the grey raining sky from the burned wreckage of the Big Top tent. "You accidentally stumbled on the fact that the most people have mental disorders and psychoanalysts are not exception," grinned Sigmund. "For example I am acting against survival instincts by trying to do my job. However I would appreciate that you won't interrupt my work right now. And in more peaceful times I can prove that nothing is accidental but first we must achieve those more peaceful times, so...Where were we?...Also - You feel safe and warm....There are no threats here..." Kabule grumbled to Moira, "Why lie when Mr. Militsiya an' I are both obvious threats?" "Yeah, what Kabule said," Exclaimed Hope the little clown girl with sudden acute hearing as she aimed the gun at Sigmund thinking that a single hostage might be a good idea. Kabule then remarked, "I say instead we jus' give her a real target to focus on, while the old guy keeps up his calming crap. If she focuses the gun on somebody who has never feared lookin down the barrel of a gun and starin death in the eye, then the fuckin ol' man has a better chance of being able to think clearly and wax-diplomatic while the ot'er guy enjoys starin down a gun. Fun ta do when I choose ta do it." Hope tilted her head staring at Kabule with bright blue eyes wondering why they were talking about her like she wasn't here when she was right there in front of them. Not waiting for any further response, Kabule stepped in front of the old man and snapped at Hope, "Look MY pet, If you are goin ta point that thing at somebody, then point it at me!" "Ummm...okay Kabule if that's what you want," Said Hope as she reluctantly targeted the machine gun at him but adding sincerely, "I mean, I really don't want to because I really, really like you but if you want me to I will 'cause I'll do what ever you want. REALLY, what- ev-er-you-want although I didn't think this was what you would want!" Then despite the fact that the gun was now aimed specifically at him as he just ordered, Kabule calmly approached Hope, (with him still choosing to remain unarmed.), stopping directly in front of the wavering gun as he snapped, "MY Perty Lil' Bird, I am sure I've already proven I'll care fer ya an' pratect ya a lot more than yer hooded man or anybody else ever will! So lower the stupid fuckin' gun now and I will forgive ya fer pointin that gun at me! I may even be persuaded ta reward ya with a lil' cash (kiss) fer listenin' imediately! How'ver if I have ta disarm ya, then I WILL give My Perty Lil' Bird the longest and strongest bare-assed spankin that she deserves! I can even forgive ya if somebody else gets ya to lower the fuckin' gun an' hand it ta them, like fer instance: the calm ol' man who smells like he has some fun booze an' dope ta share. - Jus' as long as ya do NOT surrender to any of the fuckin Militsiya pigs! This one'll let it go to 'is already over-inflated head, an' we know if Ira gets too close to ya then I will jus' haveta bump'im off!" Hope's lower lip began to quiver and her big blue eyes became teary as she tried to figure what to do. She REALLY didn't want to shoot Kabule for she really, really liked him but was really fearful of what the hooded man might to do her if she didn't shoot him. Furthermore , she wasn't sure if she would rather be kissed or spanked by Kabule. Kabule was big and powerful but she doubted he could even protect himself from the Hooded Man for he was... Hope wasn't sure what the Hooded Man was exactly but she knew he was inhuman and beyond measurement by the power meter. She had thought Gorgo the Gorilla might have been the Hooded Man at one time but now she thought that Gorgo too was a mere servant of the Hooded Man like herself. All Hope knew was that the hooded man was real and all powerful and that he was close by and that everyone's life was threatened by his presence. That Kabule was one of those in danger frightened her even more than the fact that her own life was endangered - and that fact both alarmed and bewildered her! Hope lowered the Tommy-gun slowly licking her suddenly dry lips as her eyes began to weep with indecision as she begged, "I don't know what to do Kabule! I'm so scared and confused! I've done awful things! But - " Suddenly some of the black smoke took on a life of its own. The small black cloud broke free from the large dark cloud headed upwards as it dipped downwards enveloping the tree behind Hope looking vaguely like a hooded figure. Almost as soon as the giant silhouette was recognizable, the dark smoke surged into Hope's mouth, ears, nostrils, anus and even vagina until it all disappeared into her small body. Her small mouth agape in pain and fear, her blue eyes darkened to black and then she grinned wickedly raising her machine gun to Kabule's midsection. With a wild cackle she began firing first at Kabule and then spraying all those around her with deadly lead projectiles.  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jan 11, 2018 9:51:01 GMT
One of specific features about sub-machine-guns is fact that best and most precise results occur when you use short bursts from the short distance. No matter how accurate automatic weapons are designed be, the recoil takes it's toll and affects the outcome. Especially when you are inexperienced and weight almost none and use a Tommy gun from the classic era. Thompson, used by Hope, was without Cutts Compensator because they were added as an option only in 1926, so as a result the gun barrel in inexperienced hand begins to pull upwards and that means... "Down!" yelled Moira and threw herself to her stomach. She also pulled down the old Sigmund shouting: "Lay down and stay down! She should run out of ammo soon!" "What if she finds more somewhere?" asked Sigmund. "Chances are few. But what are chances that one of us is able to pull out second heroic in a row unharmed? Courage under fire and such is a nice thing and looks really good...in obituary."  Rattle of the Tommy gun forced Sophie lower herself as well. But not like the rest of the cast. She lowered herself over wounded Mike because if he got his wounds trying to protect her from bullets then she HAD to return the favour. Her little selfless act resulted with a slight burning ache on the top of her head and when Sophie reached instinctively her hand touched that place, her fingers got sticky from her blood. A scratch wound from a ricochet. "Close call," whispered Sophie. "A little bit lower and..." But she didn't move despite of the danger. She was willing to protect her man. |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jan 11, 2018 12:51:11 GMT
Hope lowered the Tommy-gun slowly licking her suddenly dry lips as her eyes began to weep with indecision as she begged, "I don't know what to do Kabule! I'm so scared and confused! I've done awful things! But - "
Kabule cut her off with, "We all have. What matters mos' is doin what you wanna do. Fer instance I wanna take ya somewhere an' finish wat I started with ya in the Big Top earlier."
Suddenly some of the black smoke took on a life of its own. The small black cloud broke free from the large dark cloud headed upwards as it dipped downwards enveloping the tree behind Hope looking vaguely like a hooded figure. Almost as soon as the giant silhouette was recognizable, the dark smoke surged into Hope's mouth, ears, nostrils, anus and even vagina until it all disappeared into her small body. Her small mouth agape in pain and fear, her blue eyes darkened to black and then she grinned wickedly raising her machine gun to Kabule's midsection. With a wild cackle she began firing first at Kabule and then spraying all those around her with deadly lead projectiles.
Kabule jumped out of the way of the barrage of bullets and pushed Dinara towards Sazri Kakusi as he snapped angrily, "What the hell?! She's mine you stupid fuckin smoke! Besides mos' stories say demons want virgins! Check fer yerself! I already took that with my won'erful finger earlier, though she didn't feel no pain cuz I'm jus' that good! As I said she is mine! Now give 'er back!"
As Sazri Kakusi pulled Dinara to him, she snapped at her brother, "Really Kabully?!"
Kabule shrugged and said calmly, "We both wanted it an' it was fun. So yes really. Now hush you goody-goody!"
Just then, "Down!" yelled Moira and threw herself to her stomach. She also pulled down the old Sigmund shouting: "Lay down and stay down! She should run out of ammo soon!"
Hearing that, Kakusi pulled Dinara to the ground and used his massive body to shield her.
"What if she finds more somewhere?" asked Sigmund.
"Chances are few. But what are chances that one of us is able to pull out second heroic in a row unharmed? Courage under fire and such is a nice thing and looks really good...in obituary."
Rattle of the Tommy gun forced Sophie lower herself as well. But not like the rest of the cast. She lowered herself over wounded Mike because if he got his wounds trying to protect her from bullets then she HAD to return the favour.
Kabule remarked, "doesn't matter. I bow fer no body! So there is NO way I am bowin for a body-snatchin-smoke-cloud! Especially one tryin to still MY lovely new friend an' pet!"
Kabule then flung some of his throwing knives in Hope's direction. They barely missed, but then again that was the point. Their true purpose was to get the smoke demon possessing Hope to keep it's attention on Kabule as Kabule maneuvered so the only person that now risked being hit by an errant bullet was him. He kept dodging and throwing knives as he looked around for a way to help with the situation.
Unfortunately he had two issues with that. One he didn't see any environmental help and two he slipped on a patch of mud as he was distracting 'Hope' and keeping the others from being in the line of fire. Thanks to that unfortunate slip he took a bullet to the leg. However he started to laugh to keep himself from feeling the pain, as he rolled out of the way now covering his bare chest (as well ass the rest of him) in mud. As he returned to his feet, the gun clicked angrily out of ammo. So Kabule flung one of his few remaining knives into the gun barrel.
That meant that even if 'Hope' got more ammo, it didn't matter because the gun was now unusable until the barrel was repaired or replaced. Then he lunged forward and knocked the gun from Hope's hands as his force knocked her onto her back. Then he quickly pinned her arms and legs down. He considered for a split-second kissing her hard, but realized that, if he did so, it would give the smoke a chance to possess him as well. So he merely kept her pinned down as he snapped, "Perty Lil' Birdy, if you can still hear me, then fight it. I already claimed you earlier, even if it was just with my fingers. So that's an order!"
Then he snapped at the others, "Somebody get some rope or somethin, jus' in case! Damn it!"
 
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Post by Sandy Bell on Jan 11, 2018 19:43:18 GMT
It was dark and cold where Sandy Bell was. Very, very cold! She could feel something heavy on top of her but could move somewhat so she moved her hand to her head feeling the stickiness there on her forehead. She assumed the wet sticky substance was her own blood since the hammering pain in her head was relentless. Sandy did a mental checklist on her body determining that the head injury was her only injury; her light body armor absorbing most of the damage when whatever happened happened. Evidently she wasn't wearing her helmet at the time for she certainly didn't have it on now. In fact Sandy didn't remember much about what happened. All she remembered was that the Riot was attempting to run the blockade around the terra-formed Pluto and the huge ships around her were not about to let them despite the hyper-drive Belle Starr had installed aboard the Riot. The stealth unit that was also built into the ship didn't seem to stop the ships of Atlas from spotting the Riot as she approached. Only the pilot's skills and the extra speed of the hyper-drive seemed to get them past the larger enemy ships but not without taking a lot of damage and then - Sandy's memory stopped there in mid-crash although she couldn't remember who was piloting the ship at that time, Poe or Kaj. As Sandy pushed up through frigid snow and what felt to be one of the Riot's steel benches on top of her, her mind raced concluding that they must of crashed on Pluto's surface. As Sandy shakily stood up, she blinked several times her blue eyes adjusting to the sudden daylight in the dusky green sky although not near as bright as the daylight on Earth. The wreckage of the Riot, some of it still burning stretched across the snow laden landscape as far as her eye could see. She realized quickly that her right eye was swollen shut right below the still bleeding gash but the first aid kit she normally wore must have been lost in the crash, as were her all her weapons except for her quick-blaster holstered at her side. Her light body armor was in taters so its insulation did little to keep her warm so she began shaking from the cold as her breath came out in small wispy clouds of vapor. Still Sandy searched the bleak white rocky landscape interspersed with strange alien vegetation in vain looking for any of her fellow Protectors. Even as Sandy realized she was in dire danger of hypothermia, that was not her prime concern as she suddenly realized her husband was one of those nowhere in sight. Her brain was fuzzy as to whether he had even come on the trip but her voice trembled from both the fear that he had and the extreme cold as she shouted, "Volodja! Volodja Uljanov! Can you hear me?" After a while of only hearing her own voice echoing back at her she yelled, "Can anyone hear me?" Suddenly she saw a human hand sticking out from some of the burning wreckage and ran to it shouldering it off the body. Although the fire warmed her body, the sight of the still body of a man chilled her soul as she rolled him over. Hoping with all her heart that the dead man would not be Volodja, she guiltily let out a wispy sigh of relief when she recognized the dead man as not her husband but one of her handpicked security squad. Then some movement to her right drew her attention. "Volodja! Is that you?" Yelled Sandy in her excitement as she ran awkwardly through the knee deep snow towards the disturbance. Immediately the cause of the disruption was revealed as two Sentinel Drones little larger than basket balls came out of a copse of trees hovering six feet off the ground as the blue light from their large "eye" scanned the Riot's debris. The closest of the pair turned towards her spotting her and both their eye's light turned red as they began to move towards her. "Shit!" Exclaimed Sandy as she turned away from them, activating her blur as she raced for a nearby forest of strange looking trees with the two sentinels in hot pursuit.  |
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Post by Kaj Oenfer on Jan 12, 2018 13:25:46 GMT
the huge purple figure of Kaj the Bio-man was laying unconscious against what was left of the Riot's main navigation controls, when suddenly he felt somebody lightly shaking him and he opened his eyes, or at least he was certain he did. However he could only see clearly out of one. The other was extremely blurry.
Kaj rubbed his blurry eye and said to himself, "Not again."
Then he heard somebody saying, "Not what again Captain?"
As he heard the voice Kaj reached down and gripped the sidearm still strapped to his waist, he turned and looked at who had shaken and spoken to him.
Looking up, he was glad to see the cocky smile on the face of a very ragged looking Poe Dameron standing next to him. So Kaj responded with, "I seem to lost vision in my eye again. I need to run a diagnostic on my implants, but first I need to get up."
Poe said calmly, "Take it easy big man. It looks like you smacked the console pretty hard. You sure you can stand, because there is no way that I am carrying your big ass."
Kaj stretched his legs to test if they would move. Then he slowly stood to his full height as he responded with, "It appears so. What the heck happened? All I remember is a flash and the Riot shaking as I fought to keep it in control."
Poe shook his head as he moved over to some nearby wreckage and sifted through it looking for a first-aid kit or anything salvageable. As he did so he responded with, "Don't know what exactly happened or what took us down, but it's obvious that you at least managed to get us onto Pluto, even if the Riot didn't survive the extreme landing."
Kaj responded with, "Well at least we know the two of us are alive but what of the others?"
Poe shrugged and responded with, "I don't know. The front of the bridge with your pilot seats still on it, or at least what's left of it, is right here. However I have been awake for a few minutes now and you are the only one I have found in the direct area. Of course your huge purple frame does make it that much easier to find you in such a bleak scene. Alright it looks like the two first aid kits kept near our seats are both intact. My pistol is also still on my side and seems intact. What about you?"
After Kaj stood, he stretched and replied with, "Well my pistol seems to be intact and my outfit seems less raggedy than yours."
Poe replied with, "That's probably because the crash through me forward. I woke up near what's left of our windshield. However it appears you were just slammed into your console. I guess your girth kept you from being rag dolled like I must have been."
Kaj rubbed his blurry eye as he replied to Poe with, "I suppose so. Now we need to see if we can salvage any thing else and find the others before what ever took us down comes to investigate."
As Kaj started looking to see if he could spot anybody nearby, he did a quick mental diagnostic check of his implants, and sure enough, the one over the eye that had taken poison back in Brazil, was partially burnt out. So Kaj said, "Well that confirms it, one of my optical implants is damaged. It seems the its ability to make my damaged eye work correctly is fried. How ever its other frequencies seem to work, at least for now."
Poe looked through the first aid kits. Then he cleaned Kaj's very blurry eye, as he said, "Well then perhaps we better bandage for now so it doesn't cause any issues."
Kaj nodded so Poe quickly bandaged the eye. Then they started looking through some of the nearby rubble as Kaj said, "I don't see any wreckage that could have belonged to the Garilu. Why is that?"
Poe responded with, "Well I know Attila had attached that odd tracking device in the Garilu, so it wouldn't bog down any of the Riot's systems and last I knew Atika was still in the Garilu working with the device, but I can't say for sure as I don't remember much more than you do."
Kaj said, "Well our first priority is to look around here for survivors, but we also need to get away from here before a threat comes to investigate."
Poe agreed. So they did another quick look around the pilot section's remains but didn't find anybody. They did however find one short-ranged radio that seemed to be in working order though. However Kaj felt it was best not to remain out in the open any longer at the moment, until they were certain the area was safe. So they looked around again to try to decide on their best direction. Kaj remarked that his implants could detect a nearby calcium deposit in the cliffs near where they were standing. So it was worth a shot to see if they could find a cave in the cliffs so they at least had shelter for the time being.
As they searched the cliff walls, Kaj's implants spotted a void partially hidden by a boulder. So he pushed it to the side and sure enough it partially concealed a cave. Switching his implants (or at least the correctly working one) to a night vision range, Kaj surveyed the cave and determined it was safe to use for the time being. So they went inside and tried using the radio. However the natural elements in the cave wall prevented it. So Kaj was forced to step back outside. Then he knelt down to help avoid being spotted as he used the short-range radio hoping that either the Garilu was intact and whoever was on it could hear him, or that one of the other Protectors still had a working short-range and could receive his communique on their scrambled frequency.
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