Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:48 pm by Samson 'Reaper' Ordo
[narration:2q5jcaqh]Samson disembarked the vessel immediately after Dante. While Dante scanned the perimeter with his eyes, Samson allowed his high-tech HUD to sweep the area for up to 200 meters, sending a sonar ping, followed by cycling through the various visor options, going from regular, to infrared, to electric signature detection.[/narration:2q5jcaqh]
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[b:2q5jcaqh][u:2q5jcaqh][size=125:2q5jcaqh]Scanning...[/size:2q5jcaqh][/u:2q5jcaqh][/b:2q5jcaqh][/color:2q5jcaqh]
[color=#00FF00:2q5jcaqh]Natural Visible Detection: Two organics, One Electronic.Life.Signatures.
Radar Ping...Movement detected, 250 meters North North West
Infrared Lense Scanning... No anomalies detected
Ultraviolet Lense Scanning...No anomalies detected
Electronic Signature Scanning...No anomalies detected
Heart beat Detector Scanning... No anomalies detected
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[comlink:2q5jcaqh]We're clear.[/comlink:2q5jcaqh]
[action:2q5jcaqh]Once he completed his scanning, he performed a weapons check and a suit diagnostic check. All systems green. Locked, cocked and loaded. Samson turned his attention to Mr. Cross, who went over the plans again. He was a silent behemoth, only speaking to acknowledge his understanding. Once Mr. Cross finished running the plan by him, Samson nodded, then watched as the man walked off, before turning his attention to Nicholas.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
[comlink:2q5jcaqh]It's going to get hot in there...hope you are ready for it.[/comlink:2q5jcaqh]
[action:2q5jcaqh]With those words, Samson began to make his way towards his way point, which showed on his HUD. It was 200 meters to the nearest patrol route, once in there, Samson had to cross 200 meters of no-man's land, and be a prime target, fortunately his power armor would change this from a suicide mission to an elaborate decoy. Patting the beskar'gam on his chest to remind himself that it was there, he picked up his pace.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
[color=#FF0000:2q5jcaqh][b:2q5jcaqh]=Delta Team=[/b:2q5jcaqh][/color:2q5jcaqh]
[action:2q5jcaqh]Patrols were always a hassle, and Charlie didn't like it. It was not that it required a sharp sense of vigilance, in fact it was quite the opposite. No one attacked the prison, as there was nothing of value in it. But even so, patrol teams had to carry their gear on patrol, which made it more of a tedious exercise than anything.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
"So, do you think we will spot anything living today?" [action:2q5jcaqh]Sam, the Rook, was on his second patrol, and he always seemed to be hopeful about spotting something, where as Charlie found that the less he saw, the better.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
"Maybe a wild Gizka...nothing more."
"I don't know...I feel like today is different..." [action:2q5jcaqh]Sam was the religious sort, the kind that believed in fate and intuition- Charlie humored his antics on occasion, however today he was in no mood for them.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
"Keep your feelings to yourself kid, and your eyes open."
[action:2q5jcaqh]That shut him up for the rest of their patrol route. Together they made their way from the perimeter wall to the outer boundaries, crossing over the deserted no man's land. As they neared the outer boundary Sam turned to Charlie.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
"Hey, has anyone ever tried break someone out of here before?"
"No, we don't host those sorts of criminals."
[action:2q5jcaqh]Contrary to what he said, Charlie knew that wasn't entirely the case. There was one criminal that could prove to be a viable asset if released, however he was under heavy security, and no one knew he was here...except for them. Charlie decided not to let Sam in on Raven's incarceration here; loose lips sink ships after all.
They had reached the outermost area of their patrol. Charlie looked out, scanning the area. It was a foggy night, so that was pretty much useless, but the prison didn't seem to care enough to provide them with special vision gear; they were just there for show. No one was going to break in or out of this prison.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
[size=25:2q5jcaqh][narration:2q5jcaqh]Clop Clop Clop Clop Clop[/narration:2q5jcaqh][/size:2q5jcaqh]
"What's that?" [action:2q5jcaqh]Sam looked at Charlie, before jerking his head towards the fog. Charlie looked, narrowing his eyes before turning back to Sam.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
"What's what?" [action:2q5jcaqh]Then he heard it. [narration:2q5jcaqh]Clop clop clop clop.[/narration:2q5jcaqh] It was as though someone was dropping numerous bags of soil on the ground. The noise grew louder.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
"I don't know...Let's go che-"
[action:2q5jcaqh]Charlie's sentence was cut off halfway as a blue bolt of energy shot out of the fog, and into his face, forever silencing him. Sam dropped into a crouch, pulling out his weapon from sheer instinct. His brain hadn't even registered what just happened, but his body reacted. Looking over to his side, he saw the melted remnants of his friend's face. Terror gripped his heart. A second passed. Then a minute. Then three minutes. Sam was still as a statue, looking out in the fog for any sign of his attacker. Then he heard the noise again.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
[narration:2q5jcaqh]Clop...Clop...Clop...[/narration:2q5jcaqh]
[action:2q5jcaqh]A hulking silhouette appeared in the fog, growing larger and more defined as it approached. Sam aimed his rifle at the silhouette, but couldn't squeeze the trigger for how his life. He was shaking too violently, jerking the rifle around.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
"Stop where you are...I'm a cop...I will shoot you!"
[action:2q5jcaqh]The silhouette exited the fog, becoming a behemoth of a man, clad in armor, he did not stop walking. Clutched in his hand was a DC-17 with a smoking barrel. The gun was not pointed at him.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
"D-drop your weapon or I'll shoot!"
[comlink:2q5jcaqh]Then shoot.[/comlink:2q5jcaqh]
[action:2q5jcaqh]The voice came out of a set of speakers and barely sounded human. Sam's heart was lodged in his throat; he attempted to force it down with a swallow, but failed. The man came closer, his armor gleamed red and black, and he had no face, only a laughing skull etched into his visor. The barrel of his DC-17 began to move upwards towards Sam. The fear that was lodged in his heart told him to run, but the training that was stored in his mind told him to hold his ground. The man came closer, not seeming to care about the guard. He came so close that Sam was sure he would walk straight into him if he didn't move, so he began to back away.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
"You are trespassing on government p-p-property. I need to detain you."
[action:2q5jcaqh]Suddenly the armored monster stopped, his DC-17 aimed straight at Sam, still as stone, unlike Sam's gun which shook like a gyrating woman. The man turned those lifeless eye sockets of the skull towards Sam, before uttering one horrible word.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
[comlink:2q5jcaqh]Run.[/comlink:2q5jcaqh]
[action:2q5jcaqh]Sam didn't need to be told twice. His training had fleeted, as did logic. Now it was all instinct. Fight or flight. Flight. He never ran so fast in his life, dropping his rifle before sprinting in the opposite direction, towards the inner wall, towards safety. Samson let out a shark, rasping laugh, before jogging after him.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
[b:2q5jcaqh][color=#FF0000:2q5jcaqh]=Samson=[/color:2q5jcaqh][/b:2q5jcaqh]
[color=#FF0000:2q5jcaqh][b:2q5jcaqh]::Caution, incoming life signatures::[/b:2q5jcaqh][/color:2q5jcaqh]
[quote="HUD Readout Interface":2q5jcaqh][color=#00FF00:2q5jcaqh]----------------
[b:2q5jcaqh][u:2q5jcaqh][size=125:2q5jcaqh]Scanning...[/size:2q5jcaqh][/u:2q5jcaqh][/b:2q5jcaqh][/color:2q5jcaqh]
[color=#00FF00:2q5jcaqh]Natural Visible Detection: Two organics, military, lightly armored
HOLONET ID Scanner:...Scanning...Known individual detected...Sgt. Charles Diavan Republic Army, Retired
Radar Ping...Movement detected, 53 meters North
Infrared Lense Scanning... No anomalies detected
Electronic Signature Scanning...No anomalies detected
Heart beat Detector Scanning... Two Heart Beats detected, one elevated rate, one average rate
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[action:2q5jcaqh]Scanners detected two lightly armed guards. Samson stopped in his path and crouched, drawing his DC-17. He trained it on the left most individual, who came up on the I.D. Scanner as an Ex-Republic soldier, a graver threat than his green companion. Samson squeezed the trigger, wiping the threat off of the playing board. Then he stood still, watching the partner, whose heart raced with panic. Samson couldn't help but smile. While he could have killed the man just as easily as his partner, he wanted to have a little fun with him first.
Walking out of the cover of fog, Samson made his way to the shaking guard, who was muttering and stuttering without the slightest hint of bravery. He probably pissed himself. Poor kid. He almost felt bad...
ALMOST.
Samson followed the younger soldier, keeping his distance, and his blaster trained on the man's lower back. It was not long before spotlights became visible, sweeping the perimeter. That was when the boy started screaming...that was when Samson started shooting.
In a fraction of a second, the combination of cybernetic enhancements and natural born instinct guided his aim to the back of the running soldier's knee cap. Samson squeezed the trigger, letting free a blue bold which tore through the armor weave pants that he wore. In a flash of light and red mist, the boy screamed, then tumbled face first to the ground.
[quote="Mr. Cross":2q5jcaqh][comlink:2q5jcaqh]Payload delivered. Standing by for detonation order...[/comlink:2q5jcaqh][/quote:2q5jcaqh]
Now the fun begins.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
[color=#FF0000:2q5jcaqh][b:2q5jcaqh]::Warning, multiple military grade hostile forces detected! Selected course of action....Evade!::[/b:2q5jcaqh][/color:2q5jcaqh]
[action:2q5jcaqh]The mandalorian let loose a sinister smile that no one could see, then picked up his speed. He felt the intoxicating sensation of adrenaline entering his system, as well as numerous implants kicking in. Behind the safety of his visor, his pupils dilated as he slipped into the mind state that earned him his nickname- the Reaper.
The ground to his left exploded as an artillery shell collided with the floor, causing a spray of soil, fire and shrapnel. None of it stopped as Samson pushed through the flames, like a demon charging from the maw of hell. Raising his rifle, his barrel sought the targets, and his finger squeezed the trigger.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
[color=#FF0000:2q5jcaqh]Bam! Bam! Bam![/color:2q5jcaqh]
[action:2q5jcaqh]Northwest tower cleared, as the bodies of sentries tumbled over the rails, crashing to the ground without the slightest ounce of dignity. Samson sped up as the general fire power focused on him. He juked, zigged, zagged, rolled and crouched, allowing his armor to absorb the blows that he could not avoid. Thank Kriff for beskar'gam. He aimed and fired faster than the average man's brain could register. Running over the last stretch of no man's land, Samson ignored the bright technicolor show of death that imposed itself upon him. He ran for the massive gates of the prison- they looked bigger in person. The new challenge thrilled him- he picked up speed, sprinting towards the gate while picking off the occasional soldier who was too stupid to stay under cover. As he fired, he spoke over his comm link.[/action:2q5jcaqh]
[comlink:2q5jcaqh]Blow the gate.[/comlink:2q5jcaqh]
[action:2q5jcaqh]Samson strafed to his left, unloading a barrage of fire into a group of four guards who attempted to overwhelm him.[/action:2q5jcaqh]