((I blame you, scumbag. 
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Brushstalker was quite correct. They did indeed return.
"...but it's something that's always vexed me just a little." Hotaka just finished the sentence as they came through the hold's far entryway again, "Why do we walk? I mean, you could just jump us all over the place, couldn't you?"
"I could." the reptilian admitted with a glance to the floor, "But you know...I like walking. It makes me feel...real. Physical. Like I'm not just some out-of-place whatever-the-hell, but a physical being that's supposed to be here."
He glanced up at the taller man with a toothy grin, "And now you're going to tell me again that everything happens for a reason, aren't you?"
"The thought had crossed my mind." chuckled the Oriental, his hands shrugging sheepishly, "Do you really still feel that way?"
"When I'm alone...yes." Acid stated with a twinge of melancholy, "I'm a very social personality. When I'm not around my friends, I feel...odd. Like I don't belong here - and considering I start eating the freakin' universe if I'm not careful, I have to admit that there's a very real possibility that I don't. That I might once have, but that I'm...too late. Or too early, I don't know. Can we talk about something else?"
"Of course." Hotaka nodded with understanding as they passed the hold's halfway point.
Why don't the dead lie still...so that's what he meant with that.
Being where they were, the two of course hadn't taken note of it yet, but Operative Brushstalker very well might have. Apparently, he was an excellent hunter, but a remarkably poor thief. The LED display that usually reflected the numeric codes entered into the electronic lock had taken on a very different statement after only a fraction of a second following the man's attempted brute force break-in.
A timer.
In a very standard procedure of high-security systems, the access mechanism engaged a rock-solid time lock if five consecutive attempts at entering the passcode failed - which they had in mere instants, considering the hundreds of combinations per second Brushstalker's hardware had tried.
Of course, there hadn't been any sort of noise or the like to signify this change. Just the display's change. Whether the man could see it from his hiding spot was of course another question entirely...
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Having no idea that David and Odette hadn't proceeded to the nearest hospital or infirmary, which he'd considered the logical way to go, Acid of course ran in the utterly wrong direction to rejoin them.
This in turn of course made him a prime candidate to run into a certain toxin-wielding technologist who at this very moment came running in the other general way, not caring whether she attracted attention or not...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Little [censored]." Famine grunted as the boy left.
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"Damn." Brushstalker thought to himself, staring down the LED. "Should have seen this coming." Of course a security container would have such a lock on it - it's not like there were going to be a lot of different users.
It was at this point that a Malta Operative made himself apparent to him, signaling from a hidden spot across the room with a two fingers, showing that there was another operative in hiding as well. Brushstalker pumped his fist and held up three fingers.
Then two.
Then one.
The Bane Spider lightly stepped forward, controlling his breathing. His active camouflage turned him into a phantom, stepping behind Hotaka in almost a graceful stalk.
If there's one thing that this job shared with his last one, it was that when things got messy, that's when the thrill of the hunt came through.
Brushstalker swung his mace in a crushing left-to-right swing, aiming to knock Hotaka out. At the same time, both Malta Operatives threw Stun Grenades directly in front of Acid on a contact fuse.
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As the woman hurried off, as she rounded a couple of corners she would almost (or perhaps would) run into ANOTHER Tactical Operative. Apparently there were quite a few down here.
"What th- Lady, you can't be running around down here! Who're you working for?"
Another voice came from the darkness. "No, wait, she's the one Three Nine Five was talking about. Lady, just lay back down and get to sleep. No need for you to be moving at this time."
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Masquerade would rapidly find himself meeting taser as he charged the man, the suited guard yelling to the other two, who immediately produced melee weapons of their own - The other guard produced an identical taser and 'Dune' whipped out a collapsing stun baton, bringing it active with a flick and a buzz. The men immediately set after him, trying to subdue the crazed man before he caused any damage...to them, at least.
A fervent clash of metal on metal echoed vehemently through the hold as Brushstalker's mace came to a sudden, crashing halt, coming to rest only mere centimeters from Hotaka's fine robes.
Against the matte black blade of an equally hued ninja.
Looking back to his intended target, the Operative would see the towering Oriental's head turned to him in an unstressed manner, his chin lifted just far enough to take the edge of the bamboo hat from his eyes.
His, blank, white, pupilless eyes.
Like his master, the dark-garbed Jounin who'd stopped the mace simply said nothing at all, choosing silence over words - the very same silence he'd appeared with. Yes, that was the word: appeared. He doubtlessly hadn't been there just moments before, having made his presence known fast as lightning; as if he'd jumped right up from out of the floor. Truth be told, in a way he had.
Well, not that it would matter. The stun grenades carried a large area of effect, and...wait - why hadn't those gone off yet?
Because they were still in the hands of their operatives, who in turn had the very same blades across their throats, a ninja having appeared in complete and utter silence behind each one of them. The condition was clear: move and die...or at least, be in a lot of pain.
"Whoa." Acid gave a slow, single nod, having to admit he was impressed, "Not bad. Not bad at all..."
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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The man Masquerade had charged had excellent reflexes, apparently-The taser shot forward and right into Masquerade's garbs, which appeared to be made of leather. Thankfully, this wasn't the case, and much to the man's surprise his taser's charge went throughout Masquerade's entire being. The man didn't flinch, he didn't have the nerves necessary. But smoldering patches here and there revealed that he could indeed and had just been hurt.
That was the last thing the guard DID see, though. At least for the duration of the fight, since he hadn't taken any action to avoid Masquerade's attack. And why should he have? It looked at best to be a sloppy hand swipe from over ten feet away, and obviously wasn't dangerous since the mysterious attacker hadn't been throwing anything.
So what happened wasn't really the guard's fault, there was no way he could have know. Now he was a guard with a giant gash that went through his stomach and several ribs, and there was no amount of training that could supress such a wound. He fell to the ground, falling unconscious immediately from shock. Not dead, but he would be soon without proper assistance.
And Masquerade wasn't done. Pressing his current distance advantage, he swiped at Dune's second guard before he had taken two steps.
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Grey Masque had returned to the hall closest he had visited earlier, opening it and retrieving yet another package. Taking care to close and lock the door behind him, he then set off down the hallway with his package.
Marked for "Bridge."
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White Masque had parted ways with John after trading a few more jokes with him and promising to meet up in the future. Now the white-suited decoy was on the deck where everyone had first been, looking for something critically important.
His teddy bear.
"TEEEEEEDY!" He yelled all about, jumping all over the place and lifting up random objects and looking under them comically. "HAS ANYONE SEEN MY TEDDY? HE BE IMPORTANT."
The decoy was jibbering and whining incessantly, going as far as accosting random people and showing them a photo of the bear that he kept pulling from hammer space. This didn't work too well, prompting many odd looks, people even RUNNING away from him, and being slapped once or twice. The decoy pressed on with his quest.
The search for his teddy bear.
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"Eh, don't sweat it," Harry said, waving it off. "Yer always gonna get one fly in the ointment at some point. You were pretty crazy with that bow, though. Some really cool tricks ya had there."
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"No, wait, she's the one Three Nine Five was talking about. Lady, just lay back down and get to sleep. No need for you to be moving at this time."
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"I was trying to," she grumbled, backing off down a short corridor and wedging herself into a corner. "Not easy with one o' you guys every ten feet."
Stupid military... whatever they were. Why couldn't her luck be the good kind? Just once, that's all she asked. But no, she didn't get to relax even for a second.
Pulling up the hood of her ragged hooded sweatshirt, she curled up into the corner. She wasn't going to be getting any sleep, but she also wasn't going to risk walking around anymore. Not until whatever was going on was over and done with.
"Yeah," Shioh said, "The new movies try too hard to be accurate...but real accuracy isn't as interesting...sometimes."
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Silk was tired of her games of cat and mouse so she walks out of the arena for good this time moving back to harry, Damn that was annoying! Sorry it was so dull. Looking over at Shioh, Oh hi Im Xian shi Ying But you can call me Silk She extends her hand with a friendly smile.
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"Nihaoma!" Shioh said loudly, clasping Silk's hand.
(OOC: If you don't know Chinese, Shioh just said 'hello'. She speaks English, Japanese, Chinese, and Italian. Three guesses as to how she learned Italian 
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The second guard fell with a slump, and dune reeled back in shock.
"Now look, we can be reasonable about this." He said, placatingly lowering his stunstick. Of course, that isn't to say he turned it off or anything...
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Brushstalker grinned, his stubbled chin the only thing visible under an Arachnos-standard power helmet.
"You swordy type lot just never learn. I fought Gurkhas wid kukris in me day, an' I can fight a sissified, shuriken-tossin,' k'tana wieldin' version, too."
The end of the power mace suddenly glowed vibrantly before blasting force in all directions, Brushstalker firing a Power Mace Blast at point-blank range. If this had even the slightest effect, the Bane would try a bit of crowd control, swinging his mace around viciously in front of him. Not even a second passed between the end of Brushstalker's mace assault and the opening of a twin-shot mace blast, the split projectiles aimed squarely at the two jounin holding his allies captive.
Danny glided rapidly along through the hallways. He had tried a standard 'grid' search pattern, but the layout of the ship's hallways had made that impossible. He wasn't even sure where he was now, paying more attention to the pings on his sixth sense as he concentrated intensely on tracking down the... whatever... that was causing such an uproar on the psychic plane.
He was relying mostly on skimming along at seven feet above the deck to avoid crashing into things... a tactic that would have stood him in good stead if he hadn't flown down the same hallway that Acid (or at least one of him) was jogging down in search of David and Odette. The big reptilian found himself taking seventy pounds of flying boy to the face at a fairly respectable speed.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((Acid isn't that big. He's only borderline 2 meters. 
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Hotaka seemed to disappear as the radial blast washed over the area, the quick leap atop one of the other cargo crates accompanied by vibrant flutter in his robes. The black Jounin, however, didn't seem so prepared, veritably vaporizing as the shockwave knocked him back.
"Trying to strike down a blind old man..." Brushstalker heard the towering Oriental as he saw the ninja behind the TacOps deliver hand-edge blows to their unarmored necks, the men collapsing into unconsciousness almost immediately from the nerve strikes. Their assailants, however, were gone before the blasts made it to them.
"...how terrible." Hotaka threw and arm horizontally into the air, his outstretched fingers pointing across the hold. The dark Jounin suddenly returned, stepping from the shadows atop two large cargo containers. Moreover, they were apparently very good at math, having multiplied their number by three in the process. Now the Operative faced no less than half a dozen ninja, spaced out strategically over the hold.
Curiously enough, Acid seemed to have disappeared...
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"Hello!" Acid exclaimed in surprise as Danny suddenly rounded a corner before him, wasting no time in ducking into a roll just in case.
Crouching on the floor for a moment, his head darted about the intersection, the Khelari mumbling his thoughts out loud, "Hospital, hospital...that way!"
Truth be told, he couldn't have cared less about Danny right now, trying to dash off in the direction of the infirmary again...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Right y'smarmy [censored]. I can take you an' all your little friends 'ere too...But maybe not alone, yea?"
"Activate and engage!" The Spider suddenly yelled, and two of the crates in the room exploded outward, revealing Boss-spec Arachnobot Disruptors inside. Both machines immediately volleyed their draining Disruptor Blasts at the collection of ninja, attempting to occupy them all while Brushstalker took on Hotaka himself. Swinging his mace around in a flasy display, the Bane quickly zeroed in on the martial artist, his mace running rapid, real-time battlefield calculations, specifying weak points and marking his signature as the Power Mace's locked target. Having done so, Brushstalker fired a twisting Poisonous Ray that seemed to home straight in on the oriental.
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"Now look, we can be reasonable about this." He said, placatingly lowering his stunstick. Of course, that isn't to say he turned it off or anything...
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'You little insignificant speck. You have no idea what you speak of. REASONABLE.' Masquerade thought to himself.
'You are not reasonable.
Your species are not reasonable.
This planet is not reasonable.
And how the mists of time and memory move. I remember the eldest. Such things I learned from it, such knowledge. "There are six signs of Tragedy. Fanaticism, Deception, Darkness, Anarchy, Instinct, and Artifice. These concepts define what is doomed and condemned.
"There are also the six signs of Comedy. Truth, Reason, Grace, Law, Duty, and Purity. These concepts define what is dominant and superior.
"This applies to everything that is. All is bound by these twelve concepts. Everything has traits from both areas, with a rare few possessing all in one.
"You are not bound by this law. You may ultilize all twelve concepts as you please without consequence. You can recognize them, manipulate them, control them utterly and change that which is. You are the ultimate and final reality. There shall be no Comedy nor Tragedy except for those that are your own. And you shall make it so."
Yes, I learned many things from the eldest. Reasonable. Reason.
This THING before me is not Reasonable. It is deceptive and a creator of anarchy. Its only positive trait is that of duty.
It is doomed. It is condemned. It is truely a TRAGEDY.
And there shall be no Tragedy except for my own.'
Masquerade completely ignored Dune's placating tones and swiped at him.
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"Eh, don't sweat it," Harry said, waving it off. "Yer always gonna get one fly in the ointment at some point. You were pretty crazy with that bow, though. Some really cool tricks ya had there."
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Thanks hun! I have been training for a long time. I only wish you had had more to look at *wink*
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"Nihaoma!" Shioh said loudly, clasping Silk's hand.
(OOC: If you don't know Chinese, Shioh just said 'hello'. She speaks English, Japanese, Chinese, and Italian. Three guesses as to how she learned Italian
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Wow, Finally someone that speaks Chinese! So where are you from? My family is from Fujian!
((to soviet, i'll be writing up a "searching for the resonator" post later tonight just fyi))
((ooookay... er, well, could you assume that Danny drifted downwards enough to smack into Acid? It's not like he was paying that much attention >.<
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"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((I did. Hence why he ducked and rolled. 
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"Mwa hah hah..." Hotaka's deep, mocking laughter echoed through the hold as the ninja engaged the mechanoids with unbelievable speed, having closed to melee range before the robotic spiders even knew what happened.
If they didn't think up something else there and then, the Jounin would have them cut to ribbons with but a few strokes of their katanas, the blades apparently sharp enough to turn the force of the hands that wielded them into power great enough to cut through tank armor.
Brushstalker's computerized mace, however, quickly succeeded in identifying a weak spot on the towering Oriental: the amulet he wore around his neck. Sadly, the poisonous ray didn't seem to much care for that, instead striking Hotaka squarely in the chin, the old man's head kicking back and up in response.
"How droll." he chuckled as his gaze lowered once more, a devious smile upon his face, "Why don't I show you what some real poison can do?"
With that, he spat a gob of vile toxins at the Operative, the mixture capable of eating through most kinds of armor in no time at all, afflicting the target with an agent that immediately envenomed musculature and nervous systems, weakening the body on a truly microscopic level within fractions of a second...
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"Eh, don't sweat it," Harry said, waving it off. "Yer always gonna get one fly in the ointment at some point. You were pretty crazy with that bow, though. Some really cool tricks ya had there."
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Thanks hun! I have been training for a long time. I only wish you had had more to look at *wink*
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"Nihaoma!" Shioh said loudly, clasping Silk's hand.
(OOC: If you don't know Chinese, Shioh just said 'hello'. She speaks English, Japanese, Chinese, and Italian. Three guesses as to how she learned Italian
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Wow, Finally someone that speaks Chinese! So where are you from? My family is from Fujian!
((to soviet, i'll be writing up a "searching for the resonator" post later tonight just fyi))
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(OOC: From here on out, since I just established Shioh speaks multiple languages, C=Chinese, J=Japanese, I=Italian, and since I'm frickin lazy, no notation means English)
"(C) I'm from St. Martial, the Rogue Isles," Shioh replied, "Where's Fujian?"
Shioh cocked her head to the side, genuinely unaware of even basic geography beyond the Rogue Isles. It was easy to think she was more worldly than she actually was, given her flawless aptitude with languages. However, her source for these languages was...unconventional...to say the least. She learned Italian initially, and when Shiomi-nee and Asuka found out and asked why, her demonstration (since she couldn't explain how it worked to save her life) caused her to pick up Chinese and Japanese from the two of them, respectively.
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David, you need medical attention! Are you up for a medicine spell? Odette holds David close as she looks at his wound.
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David put his hand to his chest a bright green light shown around it closing up the wound. David collapsed backwards into his bed, accidentally bringing Odette down with him as he tried to grab her for support. "Yeah... I think I am gonna be just fine." He said as he smiled weakly.
((... okay, not sure how I missed that, but I could swear that wasn't there when I typed the previous post...))
Danny braked hard when he narrowly missed clipping Acid, coming to a screeching halt in midair. Acid's mumbles were clearly audible, and, to the boy's slightly-detatched-from-the-present precognition, repeated dozens upon dozens of times. He shook his head violently.
"I just passed it." he said, assuming that Acid was mumbling about the infirmary down the hall. "'s'empty. Nae a soul in there... guessin' tha' th'doc hasna come back yet fro' runnin' about wi' all th'emergency drills tha' keep goin' on." He winced as another pulse caused his senses to report that his own words were distorting and rippling through the timestream, repeating, stretching out, accelerating to chipmunk speed... he clutched at his head, not caring that he had just smacked himself in the face with his still-drawn bow, nearly falling out of the air.
"Bleedin' hell..." he managed to gasp.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
"Well that sucks, then." Acid remarked in a disparaged tone as he stopped dead then and there, both at what Danny hold told him and at his own realization that he'd forgotten to ask where David and Odette would actually be off to. He had no idea where the man's room was, nor that they'd headed there, which meant that for the moment he was somewhat at a loss.
When he heard the rough sound of bow to face, however, he finally got the notion to pay attention enough to Danny to notice something the boy wasn't exactly holding things together, "Hey, what's the matter with you then...?"
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"(C) I'm from St. Martial, the Rogue Isles," Shioh replied, "Where's Fujian?"
Shioh cocked her head to the side, genuinely unaware of even basic geography beyond the Rogue Isles. It was easy to think she was more worldly than she actually was, given her flawless aptitude with languages. However, her source for these languages was...unconventional...to say the least. She learned Italian initially, and when Shiomi-nee and Asuka found out and asked why, her demonstration (since she couldn't explain how it worked to save her life) caused her to pick up Chinese and Japanese from the two of them, respectively.
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A little surprised by Shiohs reaction, silk continued a bit confused, Um
its in china
but St. Martial? I love that casino! As a local do you go there often? Still staring intently at Shioh, Silk moves to a nearby chair an takes a seat by Harry, making sure to be as feminine and flirty as possible
.without seeming fake.
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David put his hand to his chest a bright green light shown around it closing up the wound. David collapsed backwards into his bed, accidentally bringing Odette down with him as he tried to grab her for support. "Yeah... I think I am gonna be just fine." He said as he smiled weakly.
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No you still need help! She looks at his obviously weak demeanor. Odette stands up, I should see if theres a first-aid-Odettes knees give out and she falls to the floor again, close not uch farther from where she was initially, well, I guess we are both spent for the time being. She scoots closer to David resting her hand on his chest,
The mask was a direct link to the queens mind
it was one of our only shots at destroying her. She is on the boat right now though, preparing for something big during the masquerade ball. It has something to do with one of the packages in the cargo hold
but what I dont get was, who is that idiot that destroyed the mask
.and how did he know? Odette seems deep in a worried storm of thought.
"Fine." 'Dune' growled at Masquerade. "This was your mistake to make."
Snapping backwards in an almost impossible display of matrix-like skill, the spectral swipe carved harmlessly through the air above him. Not stopping for a second, he brought himself back up and shoved his arms forward, a bolt of pure force erupting from micro-generators in his sleeve. Not even stopping to see what had happened, Dune snapped his fingers and instantly developed an impervious Personal Force Field, taking off down the hallway.
"Intercept and engage! Make it painful!" He yelled over his shoulder, and suddenly six separate teleports crescendoed into a cacophony of energy as the six respective gunslingers each brought along stepped into existence in a semicircle around masque, trapping him in the room. All six whipped out their pistols and began blasting at him with reckless abandon, their teleports ensuring that if ship security showed themselves all they would find is a room full of bullet holes...
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Brushstalker snarled as the acid caught him square in the chest, slowing everything around him dramatically as his reflexes turned to stone.
This wouldn't stop him, however.
"Agh!" He hissed as his automated injector system filled him full of purple, and then orange liquid.
"Hahahaha! Y'worthless [censored]! I'm not out, I'm NEVER out! I'm the best damn hunter alive, and yer the cornered meat!" The Operative grinned, bringing his Mace once again to bear.
"NOW SUCK ON THIS ONE!" He screamed suddenly, a huge Mace Beam erupting from the weapon with that familiar Arachnos-death-buzz, zipping towards Hotaka's amulet.
The Arachnobots would have none of the Jounin's attempts, first firing wide-area web grenades at point blank range at the ninjas, careful not to entangle themselves. Practically as the grenades were leaving their tubes the Disruptors engaged in brutal melee with the still-attacking Jounin, matching their sword swipes with Impervium reinforced claws. Of course, since each of the disruptors could fight with four claws at once, this left the Jounin two blades down...
The gunslingers ported in to find an empty room, and Dune was treated to the vision of Masquerade popping in on his own teleport ride in front of him, slashing as he came out of it.
In the tight confinement of the corridor, there was no way Dune could have dodged it. Thankfully, Masquerade had not taken Dune's force field into account, and the matter-cleaving strike only succeeded in creating a smooth ripple effect that left the man unharmed.
Observing this instantly, Masquerade was gone in a flash of light, leaving Dune to deal with the terrified and confused couple that had just come out of their rooms to see what the commotion was to see a man in a bubble being attacked by some freak and the sound of incoming teleports.
If Dune cared to search for the villain, Masquerade had just teleported back to Mr. Erik's room. Which was, coincidentally, right next to Odette's room.
"Damnit!" Dune hissed, continuing on and ignoring the couple.
"You six, find him and kill him. He's already seen to much! Whiskey Tumbleweed is inbound." He muttered into a collar mic.
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At the other end of the wire, the boss of the Gunslinger team nodded. "This is Gobi team, we gotcha boss."
There was a final teleport, and a seventh gunslinger stepped out of the light.
"Alrigh' lads," Whiskey Tumbleweed grinned. "Reckon it's time ter take this'un down a peg. You four, g'off 'n look fer the others that what was in 'ere, they may know sum'n. Rest of you, wid me."
The four Gunslinger Lieutenants nodded and teleported off. Tumbleweed, Gobi Team Leader, and one of his Gunslingers stepped into the hallway, alert and ready.
"E's close. E's real-"
"Hey! What the-" The man of the couple who had seen Dune get attacked. "Y-You've got guns! I've seen y-you on the news before!"
"Don' go bein' no hero, slick." Tumbleweed turned to face him.
"N-no, you're Curtis! You're Gunslinger Curtis! You're a madman!"
"Aw, frag. I really do need t'tone it down." He sighed, rolling his eyes.
He then whipped out his Colt Pythons, slipping in Tranq Rounds in one smooth motion.
"Hey, I'll take y-"
Phpht!
The man and his girl slumped to the ground.
"You take these two t' their room." Curtis told the Lieutenant. "Gobi, start checkin' rooms."
Fate would have it that Erik's room, being the one right next to the one they'd just come from, would be the first one to be intruded upon.
Gobi Lead knocked on the door.
"Room service!" He intoned gently, his ear pressed against the door.
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One of the ship's security cameras seemed to turn and focus intently on Odette and David.
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"Room service!" He intoned gently, his ear pressed against the door.
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"I didn't order anything..." A droll voice complained distantly from the other side of the door. There was some clicking as a grumbling somebody unchained and unlocked the door, and opened it.
It was none other than Mr. Erik, the very cliche filthy rich and boring plain accountant. Less-than-Mild-Mannered-Nobody.
And apparently with no brain for anything except numbers.
"You don't look like room service..." He intoned in a horrible long and drawn out droning voice. "I'll be leaving something in the suggestions box later. What is it you want?"
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'They have seen too much. I will need to eradicate all of them. Starting with this one...'
"Oh, sorry sir. We've been given the wrong room. . ."
Curtis pressed against the wall outside, slowly loading another tranq round. Gobi Two slowly crept to the wall as well, two expended tranq darts in his hand, recovered from the now peacefully sleeping couple.
"Back to sleep, sir." Gobi Lead smiled, and suddenly he stepped back as Curtis wheeled around and fired the narcotic at point-blank range into the man.
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Famine walked casually up to Silk and Harry, having brushed off the ashes from his burning experience. "Yeah well that was cool I guess. Except for the part where I got lit on fire. By the way, is there any trick to getting these out?"
He pointed behind him. One of Silk's arrows was firmly planted between two armor plates below his right shoulder. "I'm starting to lose feeling in this arm."
Fortunately Alyssa's room wasn't too far from where she'd crashed, so she managed to get there before she fell unconscious again. After fumbling in her pocket for the key she went in, locking the door again behind her.
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Since she obviously hadn't been allowed to bring the Perez Park forests that she loved so much with her on the cruise, she'd settled for the next best thing. Literally every flat surface in the room held potted plants of varying sizes, the majority of which were twisted into fanciful shapes which weren't and couldn't possibly be natural. Clearly Alyssa had been extremely bored at some point. Aside from the plants the room was pretty normal, the same standard furniture as came in all rooms of its type.
Alyssa didn't even bother getting changed. She just flopped down on the bed, asleep before she even landed.
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