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I'd be more than happy to put up a new post but without the GMs consent to resurrect this RP it really wouldn't do any good.
I am incredibly sorry that took so long. School just started, I got a new job and I have play practice for a production of a Midsummer Night's Dream. I'll try to be more active though I can't promise anything. And again sorry if I hold up the RP in any way.
Soon as the order was given Ay'mara fired her staff weapon. It hit the door not long after the Tau'ri Death Gliders, F-302s they were called, fired into a neighboring building, the location of the sniper no doubt. The building's windows blew out and there was a sound of crashing metal as several supports toppled causing a huge section of the warehouse to collapse. "Collateral damage. Unimportant" Ay'mara thought as the staff blast tore through the metal of the door like it was paper against a flame. Once the break was complete herself with Morenu following close behind entered the building.
They were temporarily blinded with smoke as they entered the building before shots range out. Unsurprisingly there breach had attracted the attention of the Lucian Alliance. A bullet grazed Ay'mara as she dove for cover. It smarted but the contact had been brief on the very edge of her skin and was more akin to the pain of a burn that anything serious. She took cover quickly behind a large metal support beam that extended into the ceiling. The staff was not equipped for this. Shooting around corners. A Ma'tok Staff was designed more for open combat on the surface of planets, not in tight quarters such as these. She attempted firing several shots but knew very well that all she'd done was scorched the walls of the compound black in several placed.
In one quick motion she drew her Zat'nik'tel and fired three shots at the opposing forces. Only one found its mark but the break in fire gave her time to fasten the staff in its straps on her back. She cursed herself interallaly for not bringing a Tok'Kal flash weapon. Apparently one of the Tau'ri had the same idea and shouted from behind. "GRENADE OUT!"
Ay'mara knew a grenade to be a crude Tau'ri weapon capable of deadly explosive power. It was useful if primitive. Ay'mara ducked behind her pillar as the explosive landed with the enemy. The ensuing detonation shot emblazoned the corridor with temporary light and Ay'mara could feel the heat of it from where she crouched. It subsided in a matter of seconds. Quite suddenly the entire building started to shake. Ay'mara quickly ruled out the grenade as the cause. It was too minor to have damaged the entire structure to such an extent. That left one thing, the Chappa'ai was having its mysterious ninth symbol dialed. Ay'mara had heard stories about what had become of the other planets that attempted this as well as the warnings in the briefing. It must be stopped before a connection could be made.
Ay'mara's split second diagnosis was confirmed as Miller looking at his Tau'ri power measuring device said with shock in his voice. "They're dialing the ninth chevron!" Ay'mara moved quickly. The rush of battle all but numbing the pain in her leg. She had looked over the schematics of this building and was confident of the way to the Gate Chamber. She hoped her teammates followed behind her.
Several soldiers remained for the grenade had not killed them, merely incapacitating them. As they got up groggily she slashed at them with her Claws, her Zat'nik'tel having been stored. Her arms moved at a speed as to appeared blured to anyone watching. It was not long till they became mated with the blood of Lucian soldiers. She did not think it would be fatal to any but they would not rise again without treatment. "Come," she said gesturing to her teammates. "We must hurry ere this world shall be lost."
They were temporarily blinded with smoke as they entered the building before shots range out. Unsurprisingly there breach had attracted the attention of the Lucian Alliance. A bullet grazed Ay'mara as she dove for cover. It smarted but the contact had been brief on the very edge of her skin and was more akin to the pain of a burn that anything serious. She took cover quickly behind a large metal support beam that extended into the ceiling. The staff was not equipped for this. Shooting around corners. A Ma'tok Staff was designed more for open combat on the surface of planets, not in tight quarters such as these. She attempted firing several shots but knew very well that all she'd done was scorched the walls of the compound black in several placed.
In one quick motion she drew her Zat'nik'tel and fired three shots at the opposing forces. Only one found its mark but the break in fire gave her time to fasten the staff in its straps on her back. She cursed herself interallaly for not bringing a Tok'Kal flash weapon. Apparently one of the Tau'ri had the same idea and shouted from behind. "GRENADE OUT!"
Ay'mara knew a grenade to be a crude Tau'ri weapon capable of deadly explosive power. It was useful if primitive. Ay'mara ducked behind her pillar as the explosive landed with the enemy. The ensuing detonation shot emblazoned the corridor with temporary light and Ay'mara could feel the heat of it from where she crouched. It subsided in a matter of seconds. Quite suddenly the entire building started to shake. Ay'mara quickly ruled out the grenade as the cause. It was too minor to have damaged the entire structure to such an extent. That left one thing, the Chappa'ai was having its mysterious ninth symbol dialed. Ay'mara had heard stories about what had become of the other planets that attempted this as well as the warnings in the briefing. It must be stopped before a connection could be made.
Ay'mara's split second diagnosis was confirmed as Miller looking at his Tau'ri power measuring device said with shock in his voice. "They're dialing the ninth chevron!" Ay'mara moved quickly. The rush of battle all but numbing the pain in her leg. She had looked over the schematics of this building and was confident of the way to the Gate Chamber. She hoped her teammates followed behind her.
Several soldiers remained for the grenade had not killed them, merely incapacitating them. As they got up groggily she slashed at them with her Claws, her Zat'nik'tel having been stored. Her arms moved at a speed as to appeared blured to anyone watching. It was not long till they became mated with the blood of Lucian soldiers. She did not think it would be fatal to any but they would not rise again without treatment. "Come," she said gesturing to her teammates. "We must hurry ere this world shall be lost."
Any chance you guys have sorted things out enough so that you have some free time to work on this?
I like the kinda ethereal feel of the one on the left, it has my vote.
Suddenly I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Okay but my post is most likely going to be pretty short given that we have to keep going around between four people and I don't know what's in the building exactly.
Christian sat curled in a ball in the corner of the little room he'd been given. It was small with a concrete floor and a lumpy bed with thin sheets. One would have thought after the days ordeals that Christian would be drop dead tired but it had taken him an hour to fall asleep and even so he slept fitfully waking every hour or so. Eventually he'd given up on sleeping and had crawled into the corner of the room cradling his head. The headache he'd gotten while in the crash had intensified and every time it peaked he'd get a random flash of something. The distance of a table, or the weight of the bed and sometimes more obscure things like the wavelength of light from the lamp or the pressure the table was exerting on the ground. Each of these flashes was too sudden to be of any real help to Christian. All they succeeded in doing was making his headache worse. It wasn't just flashes of his surroundings either, these were interspersed with memories most of them unpleasant, like he'd crossed some sort of wire in his brain and memories were leaking into his "second sight". If he was lucky that Dr. Wilson could show him how to shut it off, or at least make it useful.
At some point Christian realized that everyone was getting up. There was an increase of noise in the hall as well as voices that he recognized from the van. He decided that he might as well get up. At the very least these Reformers would hopefully have something to eat. Christian crawled his way to the door and felt around for the handle before using it to hoist himself into a standing position. Christian opened the door and walked outside into the hall. He kept a hand on the wall so that he wouldn't walk into it and followed the voices which seemed to be leading him to some sort of mess hall.
Christian heard footsteps down the hall coming towards him. They were rubber soled and sounded kind of squeaky. Christian had spent much of his life having people make room for him because he couldn't be expected to keep track of all of there locations that it didn't even occur to him to wait for this person to pass. Christian kept walking slowly along the wall and as the squeaky footsteps approached, WHAM. The man collided with Christian. The blind man took him to be some sort of lab technician from the amount of papers that seemed to fall everywhere when the other fell to the ground.
"You fool, its going to take me hours to put those back in order, why don't you watch were you're going." Said an angry voice picking itself up off the ground. Christian was in a slight daze from the impact but snapped out of it quickly. "'Watching' anything hasn't been my job for along time jerk. You use your eyes, you still have a working pair after all." The lab assistant seemed to realize his mistake, he was not a pleasant man and so rather than apologizing profusely "Perhaps you should get yourself some indicators like a cane or shades or something, good day."
Christian rolled his eyes as the squeaky shoed man walked off down the hall. "I'm so sorry for not remembering them when you kidnapped me." He muttered under his breath to no one in particular. Then in that moment because he'd had a bad couple of days, and the strain of getting to know a new location and frustration were getting to him Christian curled his hand into a fist and slammed it into the nearest wall. Pain shot up Christian's arm and at the same time a rush of air shot out from him and two doors nearby opened with an almighty bang as though a Giant had opened them. "oops." Christian thought as he waved out his sore hand. From the feel of it the base of his fingers would bruise and he'd split one of his knuckles. It wasn't the first time. He still had scares from his first few months after the accident when hitting something hard had been his favored way of releasing frustration. He'd not done it in years and now he remembered why. "Old habits," He thought to himself hoping that no one had been watching.
At some point Christian realized that everyone was getting up. There was an increase of noise in the hall as well as voices that he recognized from the van. He decided that he might as well get up. At the very least these Reformers would hopefully have something to eat. Christian crawled his way to the door and felt around for the handle before using it to hoist himself into a standing position. Christian opened the door and walked outside into the hall. He kept a hand on the wall so that he wouldn't walk into it and followed the voices which seemed to be leading him to some sort of mess hall.
Christian heard footsteps down the hall coming towards him. They were rubber soled and sounded kind of squeaky. Christian had spent much of his life having people make room for him because he couldn't be expected to keep track of all of there locations that it didn't even occur to him to wait for this person to pass. Christian kept walking slowly along the wall and as the squeaky footsteps approached, WHAM. The man collided with Christian. The blind man took him to be some sort of lab technician from the amount of papers that seemed to fall everywhere when the other fell to the ground.
"You fool, its going to take me hours to put those back in order, why don't you watch were you're going." Said an angry voice picking itself up off the ground. Christian was in a slight daze from the impact but snapped out of it quickly. "'Watching' anything hasn't been my job for along time jerk. You use your eyes, you still have a working pair after all." The lab assistant seemed to realize his mistake, he was not a pleasant man and so rather than apologizing profusely "Perhaps you should get yourself some indicators like a cane or shades or something, good day."
Christian rolled his eyes as the squeaky shoed man walked off down the hall. "I'm so sorry for not remembering them when you kidnapped me." He muttered under his breath to no one in particular. Then in that moment because he'd had a bad couple of days, and the strain of getting to know a new location and frustration were getting to him Christian curled his hand into a fist and slammed it into the nearest wall. Pain shot up Christian's arm and at the same time a rush of air shot out from him and two doors nearby opened with an almighty bang as though a Giant had opened them. "oops." Christian thought as he waved out his sore hand. From the feel of it the base of his fingers would bruise and he'd split one of his knuckles. It wasn't the first time. He still had scares from his first few months after the accident when hitting something hard had been his favored way of releasing frustration. He'd not done it in years and now he remembered why. "Old habits," He thought to himself hoping that no one had been watching.
Wouldn't it be a good idea to do the ground team in a collaborative post?
I'll post first if it's not too much trouble. Though before that I could use some more information on the subway's capability and design. I asked a couple of questions on TitanPad but were exactly are we sleeping, if this was a functional subway what would our quarter's be?
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