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Post by Otto on Jan 15, 2016 0:42:40 GMT
Soufa's files had proved to be very fruitful for Otto's search for the lab of the great Doctor Breech Aris. Although he had not found the direct whereabouts of her son, a hack into the hospital databases had revealed a grandson's birth certificate. Further hacking into local databases had revealed that this young man, Traus, had some connection to Capsule Corporation himself. His first attempt at contacting Traus had failed, the corporate building was not willing to give up any information about him to a complete stranger because of a privacy act. Otto knew it was going to have to be done the hard way. It always had to be done the hard way. Otto burst in through the double doors of one of the corporate offices of Capsule Corporation. He was adorned in his power suit, rusted and weathered, unrefined but extremely functional. The building did not seem to be very busy, but the men and woman in the lobby looked shaken as he aggressively entered. "Halt!" a man in a security outfit yelled, raising a gun towards Otto. Otto looked at the man for a brief moment, but kept pacing forward. The officer was shaking as he held his pistol in both hands. "I mean it, i'll shoot!"Otto continued to ignore his demands, moving closer to the front desk. The roar of a gun echoed through the expanse of the lobby, and a small pining noise could be heard as it struck the metallic fibers of the mercenaries power suit. Otto stopped walking, and turned in an about face back at the officer. He began walking forward aggressively towards him, and the officer fired another three shots that simply repeated the pinging noise as it struck into the seemingly impervious armor. Otto walked up and snatched the gun out of the officers hand. "Relax bro, no need to get dramatic," Otto said, his voice muffled by the mask that he wore on his face. He lifted the gun up and pressed the ejection chamber, letting the magazine fall onto the floor. With his foot, he kicked the magazine across the lobby, and then handed the gun back to the shaking officer politely before turning back around. "I am here for an appointment with Mr. Traus Aris," Otto said as he arrived at the reception desk. A woman at the desk looked up at him fearfully. "Should be starting in about... lets say, five minutes?" Otto finished as he popped the compartment of this powersuit open at the chest. A small digital device was in there, attached to some sort of explosive. The clock read 5:00, and Otto pressed a button on it. "I'll just be waiting for Traus up in the executive suite... It'd be a shame if he were late," Otto said as he departed towards the elevator. He didn't take any hostages, he wasn't a fan of taking innocent life, and he fully expected that the building would be evacuated... but they would surely want to save the building anyways. Otto rode the elevator to the top floor and entered an empty room with a large table lined with chairs. He took a seat at the executive chair, and picked the little bullet shells out of his armor as he waited.
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Post by Traus on Jan 17, 2016 7:35:04 GMT
Another day, more experimentation. The norm for Traus these days; tinkering with the Ki Pack he so lovingly crafted. It was almost an obsession. He was working on a new method for particle acceleration when he was interrupted by his laboratory's intercom.
“Incoming call from the front desk. Would you like to accept?”
Traus let out a sigh. He was just on the verge of discovering something big, but he knew Cynthia wouldn’t bother him if it wasn’t urgent.
“Yeah,” he replied, barely looking away from his holoscreen. A blue light flooded the room as the video feed engulfed the back wall.
“Hey, Cynth.”
He’d expected a cheery reply, but was met with hushed murmurs and shaky breathing.
Traus turned around and saw her holding back tears.
Her voice trembled as she spoke, “Traus... there’s a man with a bomb.”
A sinking feeling burrowed in his chest.
“I-Is he still in the lobby?”
She nodded.
“Let me see him.” Her Camsphere floated above, giving him a clear view of the man heading toward the elevators. A cyborg? Wait, no it could just be power armour. How strong is he? Could I beat him if it came to direct confrontation? Thoughts whirled through his mind like a cyclone, until Cynthia’s voice snapped him out of it.
“U-um, he said he wanted an appointment with you.” she stammered, “I don’t know what he meant by that, but he set the timer on the bomb for five minutes!”
Five minutes!?
Traus immediately grabbed the video feed from the wall and threw it on his wristwatch computer. After slinging on his Ki Pack, he exited the lab and hastened into a jog.
“Where does he want me to meet him?”
The woman on his wrist sported a look of confusion as she spoke, “You wanna meet this guy!?”
“Just tell me where!”
She flinched at the sharpness of his tone, “I don’t know! H-he didn’t say!”
He muttered angrily under his breath. This guy brought a bomb here and didn’t think to mention where he wanted to meet!? What the hell was up with him!?
“Alright, thanks for everything, Cynth,” Traus said, “Now get yourself evacuated. Hurry!” The call cutout as he swiped his hand downward. As if on queue, the alarm began wailing. The sound bore into his ears, but he wasn’t about to let it break his concentration. With some tinkering, the young scientist was able to get the elevator video feeds on his wristwatch.
Not that one, not that one… There he is. Elevator 3, top floor.
His destination clear, he quickened his pace further as he raced down the hallway. A quick hustle up some stairs lead him to the verification door; it scanned his face and clicked open.
Traus walked through the lobby, relieved to see that most people had already made it out. Capsule Corp’s core design philosophies run deep, right down to its evacuation strategy. Only a few employees were still trying to make their way out. Sirens could be heard blaring in the distance, no doubt in his mind it was the police. Maybe they’d take care of this if he just stalled for time. He headed for Elevator 3 at the back of the lobby, but not before a voice tried to grab his attention from behind.
The security guard paced after him, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.
“Hey! Exit’s this way!” His voice barely registered above the deafening alarm.
Traus paid him no mind, a more pressing issue concerned him. Calling the elevator would’ve been far too slow, so he tried something else. With the motion of extending his arms to his sides, the Ki Pack initiated its activation sequence. The guard stopped in awe of the sight; metallic tendrils snaked out of the his backpack, and traveled down all four of his limbs. A visor was ejected from the pack as it flipped up and over his head, settling in place with an imposing click.
“Uh, sir?” was all he managed before Traus forced open the elevator doors and jumped into the darkness below. His suit’s thrusters roared upon activation, lighting up the elevator shaft’s interior as he rocketed upwards.
When he was about halfway to the top floor, Traus turned on his visor’s flashlight and cut off his thrusters. Though his thrusters were shut down, the remaining momentum carried him just within reach of the bottom of the elevator. He saw the maintenance hatch handle and grabbed onto it. “Perfect” he thought to himself with a bit of a smirk. He’d never done anything like that before, but it felt great. Hopefully, he cut off the thrusters early enough. If he didn’t, the bomber might of heard him. Now, just how was he going to deal with this guy? Facing him directly didn’t seem like the best idea, so that option was out the door. Just then, he noticed the literal door in front of him. He had an idea. Grasping the handle above with both hands, he started to swing himself. After a few swings, he let go, flinging himself forward. His feet barely managed to find the thin ledge at the bottom of the door. After steadying himself, he fit his fingers into the center of the two doors and pried them open.
A quick look around told him this was a standard office floor, cubicles and all. Traus nestled himself in one of them and placed his wristwatch on the desk. The watch started to whirr and clack repeatedly as it morphed into its terminal mode. It was time to put his plan into action. First things first: gain access to the top floor’s camera. A couple dozen clicks of the keyboard, and he had it. After a few seconds, the camera feed popped up on screen. The conference room was surrounded by windows on every side, sans the side that housed the elevator. It would’ve presented an incredible view had it not been for the current circumstances. He drew his attention to the threat at hand.
There he was, just sitting there, with a bomb in his chest. A sidelong glance at the timer urged him along. He started a scan of the bomb’s make and model. The scan was a success and results came soon after. It wasn’t any type he had seen before, but the description told him all he needed. It wasn’t that powerful, relatively speaking. The blast radius would probably destroy about half of a modestly sized house that was built up to standards. The Capsule Corp building was a far cry from standard. It was built to endure. Hypothetically, the blast should be confined to the top floor, and even if it reached the floor he was on, the damage would be minimal. Especially if he activated the blast shields that covered the top floor windows. Speaking of which, Traus had them ready to be activated on a whim. They would be a nice bit of damage control just in case things went awry. Lastly, he connected his watch-turned-terminal’s camera to the conference table’s holo-display. He was willing to talk, but he wasn’t going to risk anything, either.
A small black box on the conference room’s table slowly split apart, revealing the crystalline apparatus inside. Blue lasers refracted and reflected throughout it, while the crystal flexed and rotated about, bending the laser patterns into something that took up the majority of the table’s center. A face. Namely, Traus Aris. He spoke, but the sound source wasn’t distinguishable, it saturated the room as though it were coming from everywhere at once.
“I won’t waste either of our time with introductions, I’m well aware you know who I am,” he stated firmly.
“If you want to have your “appointment” with me, you have it. But don’t think you're gonna get a single word out of me until you disarm that bomb!”
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Post by Otto on Jan 17, 2016 8:21:10 GMT
Otto looked up as he saw something moving on the desk, though he continued to pick at the bullets that had lodged themselves into his armor. He had confidence that he could take on anything that Capsule Corporation threw at him, after having taken down a robotic guard that was protecting a top secret archive. Then, to his delight, a little hologram popped up to greet him. It was a man after his own heart, hiding his face behind what looked like a power armor helmet. It wasn't exactly what Otto had in mind, but it would do.
"Hello there Traus! Nice to finally meet you," Otto said, ignoring the demanding urgency in the fellows echoing voice that filled the entirety of the conference room. Otto nonchalantly pulled the small bomb time bomb off of his chest, the clock read 1:00. Otto looked at it and grinned ear to ear behind his helmet.
"You know, it is a lot more fun when the clock gets down to one... but we are both busy fellows," Otto said as he clicked to disarm the trinket. "I guess you know by now the bomb was more for show, really, but don't think that I couldn't seriously damage this building..."
With that Otto pressed an eject port on the lower portion of his arm cannon. A large missile slid out of it, its contents would be easily read by the instruments of the facility as radioactive, its power level equivalent to about five thousand. After he lifted it up, Otto slid the missile back into its chamber and sat backwards into the comfy computer chair.
"But hey, I am not here for that bro..." Otto said as he leaned forward a bit towards the hologram. "I just really, really, really do not appreciate the amount of bureaucracy that you learned folks take to get in touch with... I mean what is up with that anyways?"
Otto stood up and wagged his finger at the hologram.
"Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question," he said. "Now... you are probably wondering why I am here, well to be honest you probably think I am a mad man... no matter,"
Otto circled around the hologram, banging his arm cannon ever so disturbingly on the desk with a slight knock. He was trying to come off as a little sadistic, he didn't want this guy to do something stupid.
"I was digging around the other day in one of your old buildings," Otto said. "And I came across the files of this beautiful woman named Soufa,"
Otto leaned in as close as he could to the hologram. It was a shame Traus had avoided being here directly, he wasn't sure if it had the same effect.
"Do you know her?" he asked.
Something about the sadistic way he was acting was starting to click in his brain, it was a side of himself that he hadn't really experienced before. It was... exhilarating...
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Post by Traus on Jan 18, 2016 6:31:00 GMT
Traus stared intently at the screen, trying to get a read on his every minuscule action as the the man spoke. The terrorist’s mask made this feat particularly difficult. He couldn’t complain though, considering he was doing the exact same. The scientist raised an eyebrow and let a smile form on his lips. This guy couldn’t be real. The man had caused the entire building to be evacuated, and now he was speaking to him like they were having a casual conversation on a Sunday afternoon. His smile quickly receded when he pulled out the missile. He sighed as he processed the information. He clearly had the firepower. If he really wanted to do some damage, he could’ve and probably would’ve already if that was his intent. All the signs point to the fact that he did all of this, just to talk with him. Traus was bewildered. This man’s psyche was beyond what the realm of what science could understand and interpret. But, maybe this was okay. Maybe they could just have their little chat, and he would just leave. With his apparent mental state, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was actually the outcome. The ever-present casualness of his speech reached new heights, even going as far as referring to him as “bro”. Regardless, it seemed he was getting to the point, evidenced by his shift in tone. “Soufa?” the name hung in the air a moment. He knew the name, but couldn’t quite place it. Furrowing his brow, he strained to remember where he’d heard it before. Recollection flashed through his mind. How could he have forgotten? When Traus was a kid, he occasionally asked about his grandparents, never having been able to meet them. Whenever he brought it up, his father’s expression hardened, and was quick to change the subject. As a result he knew almost nothing further about them then their names: Breech and Soufa. So why now of all times were they being brought up!? And by someone like this!? The sheer confusion made him stifle his breathing for a moment, evoking a ragged, practically inaudible exhale from his throat. “That’s enough!” his tone of voice made no effort to hide the fact that he was flustered, making it abundantly clear his threatening bark didn’t have much bite behind it. He exhaled sharply, attempting to make his tone more reserved, “Who are you? What’s the reason you’re so interested in talking to me?” “If you have something to tell me, than say it,” he attempted to gain some degree of control of where this conversation was going, “Listing off my family members will get us nowhere. After all, we’re very ‘busy fellows’ aren’t we?” The madman contorted his face into an expression similar to the one Traus would make when he made progress in his research. This bastard was enjoying this. The thought sickened him. He was thankful he hadn’t thought to remove his mask before the call; his reaction surely would’ve indulged this sicko’s ego. The last thing he wanted to do right now was provoke him further.
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Post by Otto on Jan 18, 2016 23:51:24 GMT
Otto pushed out a chair from underneath the meeting room table, close to the hologram at the center. It wasn’t the lofty head chair from before, but it was much closer to Traus’s image, facing the left flank of the room towards the window. After he has asked about Soufa the man had paused for a moment, as if lost in thought, before responding with agitation at Otto’s dancing around his true intention. “Don’t play dumb Aris, I know that you are Soufa’s grandson..." Otto said as he slid back towards the wall. From out of the lights on his helmet lights began to emit, forming a red holographic figure in front of him.
"This is Doctor Breech Aris. Log Date: 3-15-2784. It has been one week since I failed my experiment on Doctor Potas. Since then, I've gone into hiding for fear of being reprimanded. The experiment was supposed to give my compatriot eternal life in a robotic vessel, but instead..." He looked down at his hands; they trembled lightly. "...I failed him... I failed everyone... Especially you, Soufa."
He frowned, looking away from the camera. He wipes something from his eye, before turning back to face the camera again. "It's been... God... Who knows how long since you died, my love. Ever since, I've been trying my hardest to bring you back... And... And I'm so close!"
The Doctor laughs; it's a noticeably weak laugh.
"I just need more time, that's all I need. Then one day, maybe soon, I can bring you back... I know I can!"
Suddenly, the mans expression changes from one of happiness to one of seriousness. He speaks again, though this time it seems he's focused the message to someone specific. "I've left our son, Jean, in Beekah's care. To my knowledge, the boy has decided on leaving to start his own Capsule Corp off-shoot when he grows into an adult. Maybe one day I'll hold him in my arms, rather than holding all of this work..."
He pauses. It seems he's holding back some information about something. "I'll be secluding myself... Somewhere.... Until I finish my research. Once it's done, I'll present my findings to Capsule Corp in the form of my Dear Wife, alive once again."
He holds back tears once more, as he utters the words "Happy Anniversary."After showing the recording to Traus, the lights on Otto's helmet faded again and the figure of Breech vanished from sight. Otto rolled his chair towards the desk again. He banged his arm cannon carelessly against the desk three times.
"Your grandfather's lab... where is it?" Otto asked with a shrill demanding tone. He was convinced that if Traus did not know himself, then he would have the means to find out. Otto had plans to find the old man's facility, with the assumption that he was dead, in order to collect advanced information on cybernetics and engineering.
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Post by Traus on Jan 22, 2016 0:09:32 GMT
Traus was shocked to see what looked to be his grandfather’s hologram appear in front of him. He listened intently to every detail of what he had to say. When the recording finished, he mulled the video over again in his head. He picked out a few key details while trying to figure out what had happened to Breech. This man was indeed his grandfather; the mention of his father Jean, confirmed this. He was apparently trying to bring back Soufa from the dead. Did it work? Probably not, if he never returned to Capsule Corp like he said he would. If Breech brought back proof that he could cure death, the company would have jumped at the chance to have it’s name tacked onto such a feat. The sound of metal tapping against wood snapped him back to reality. Traus replied to the question that followed immediately after. “You’ll be unhappy to find that I have no idea, but I’m not going to waste time trying to avoid the fact that I can probably access it.” “If it’s here in the database, I’ll tell you. But if it isn’t, there’s not much I can do,” he continued, “Just give me a minute.” He switched his focus to the holo-screen beside the one hosting the call. Traus hastily typed in his credentials and briefly shut off his video feed during the required retina scan. He flipped his visor back down and reactivated his camera as Breech’s file filled the screen. It was practically blank. There was nothing on Breech’s record but a “joined on” and “ceased working on” date, they must have cleared it to protect the face of the company. How bad did his experiment go in order to warrant this kind of treatment? “Nothing on Breech’s file, but I’m still checking around,” he said, attempting to momentarily dispel the silence that was making him so tense. In the video, Breech mentioned mentioned Dr. Potas was involved in the experiment, he looked him up next. His “ceased working on” date had a reason attached, his passing. He compared the dates on both of the files; they matched. His grandfather had killed a man. A deep rattling broke his concentration. He looked up from his terminal and saw the elevator making it’s way down through the still open elevator doors. He opened yet another window on his computer, bringing up the elevator control panel. The elevator had reached the ground floor when Traus turned on the video feed. It was the police, they were headed to the top floor! He recalled seeing the bomber picking bullet shells from his armour, meaning their guns weren’t going to do much. Begrudgingly, he stopped the elevator, leaving them stuck on the ground floor. They wouldn’t be able to do anything against this big of a threat. There was no reason to jeopardize their well being with such a low chance of success. With that out of the way, his attention turned back to negotiating. “There’s absolutely nothing salvageable in these records,” he sighed out, “Everything involved with Dr. Breech and his work have been stripped out completely.” “The only way forward would be to look through the police records for the case, and there’s no way for me to access them,” He tried to make it clear that he couldn’t even if he wanted to, and with all he was learning about his grandfather’s history, he did. “Even for me, it would take weeks to break the type of encryption they use.” Traus felt stuck. That answer would never satisfy someone like him. He was desperate enough to come here with a bomb, if he wanted information, he was getting it. Surely he wouldn’t even think of leaving his curiosity unsatisfied.
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Post by Otto on Jan 23, 2016 0:59:44 GMT
"You have nothing hm? Maybe I should ask your dad instead?" Otto replied, banging his fist against the table angrily. The fine wooden furnishing cracked and splintered under the exertion, making a snapping sound that echoed through the room.
"It might take you weeks to hack the police files, but we both know that you can do better than that," Otto said with a bit of a snarl in his voice. "Use your connections to get them to give you the information freely, tell them whatever it is that you have to. Make phone calls, hold the mayor hostage, sleep with the desk lady... I don't care,"
"Don't tell me that i've wasted my time in coming here, Aris. That would be... unfortunate..." Otto growled. He was losing patience quickly.
"You will show up in person with some good news in the next half an hour, else I rid this block of your third rate technology firm's existence," Otto finished. He raised his arm cannon at the hologram and a small beam of energy rippled out and scattered into the projector. With that, the feed would cut off and Otto would take another seat, putting his hand on his helmet and clutching at his hair. Traus's computer might have analyzed Otto enough by now to run a database search on his description. If it had, it would reveal that there was a substantial bounty on the man's head for destroying at least two parade floats in South Capital celebrating Earth's Victory over the Saiyan Empire. There was also a strange correlation to a Blue Banner Army report concerning an unaffiliated individual who had aided in destroying a slaver encampment in the East.
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Post by Traus on Jan 25, 2016 3:35:04 GMT
The suddenness with which the video cutout startled him. He really needed to think of something, quick. He couldn't access the police records remotely, but if he could use something that was already logged into the network, he’d be good to go. He couldn’t let the illegality of what he was about to do deter him. He grabbed his terminal and slapped it on his wrist, it changed back into its original form. He looked for an exit but only found a nearby window. It would have to do. He gave himself a running start and with a crash, jumped through it. His suit formed around him as he fell, thrusters activating. After a brief flight down the block, he landed near the side of the police station, away from prying eyes. Traus retracted his suit before walking inside, the chaos inside hardly surprised him. It appeared almost everyone in the station was preoccupied with something or another; it made it easy for him to slip through to the offices in the back unnoticed. He paced for the first desk he saw and put a tiny usb drive into the computer resting on it. As the program on the drive installed, he noticed the neighboring phone was a Capsule Corp Communicator. Since the framework was so familiar to him, it only took a bit of fiddling to connect his wristwatch to its inner-workings. Just as he was finishing up, someone spotted him. “What are you doing in my office?” the man said imposingly. “Oh, I was just trying to get in touch with you, Mister, uh,” he took a sidelong glance at the business cards on the desk, “Mr. Brooks,” after quickly searching his mind for excuses, he continued, “My friend recommended to see you for some detective work.” So far, so good, he thought to himself, “I would’ve asked for an appointment, but everyone at the desk was busy and I thought it would be okay if I just-” He was cut off by a frustrated shout, “Well you thought wrong, pal! Now get your sorry-ass out of here before I kick it out.” Traus immediately complied. Rushing out of the police station, he wrapped around to the side and ducked into the bushes. He activated his wristwatch and established a connection to the usb drive and the telephone. He browsed through the list of voicemails on it, finding a few from the police chief. He ran a scan on his voice and created a profile for his suit’s voice modulator. He tested it a bit before calling the detective’s phone. A couple of rings later, he picked up. “You’ve reached Detective Brooks,” he stated blandly. Traus hesitated a bit before committing fully, “Brooks, I need you in my office.” “Uh, sure thing, boss” The call ended and Traus turned off the voice modulation. Relieved that he took the bait, he paused a moment before getting to work. He found everything involved in the Breech case and downloaded it to the usb drive, which in turn, sent it to his wristwatch. He had what he needed. Traus rose to his feet, equipped his suit, and set his thrusters to full power. The young scientist rocketed skyward, on a path straight toward the top floor of the CC building. The building was beginning to fill his view when he curled himself into a ball, causing him to rotate until he was approaching the top-most row of windows feet-first. At the last second, he kicked through the glass, causing see-through shards to shower all over the floor. Upon impact, he twisted himself into an upright position; his feet caught the ground as he slid across the granite floor. He slowed to a stop, standing to face the cyborg. Now that they were face to face, Traus initiated a bio scan. He glossed over the results before speaking, “I got what you wanted, Tom.” A small data chip ejected out of his wristwatch with a click; he removed it, holding it up as he spoke. “Everything the police uncovered is on this chip,” he explained, “Every person, place and thing involved in the case is right here.” He tossed it over to Otto, “If that doesn't satisfy you, nothing will.” He inched his left hand behind him and discretely prepared a counter measure in case he tried anything rash.
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Post by Otto on Jan 26, 2016 20:01:42 GMT
Otto was happy to see that Traus had finally shown up, presenting to him a small data chip that he held in his hands. He was seemingly unphased by the man's entrance through the window, grinning under his mask with as he approached. As Traus initiated a bio-scan with his scouter, no life form was detected, possibly dampened by the suit of armor that Otto was adorned in. However, the scouter did pick up a power level of 7,050 as it examined Otto. If it had thermal capabilities he would give off a faint red around the entirety of his armor. "Why thank you!" Otto replied as he snatched the data chip that Traus had tossed to him. Carefully, Otto inserted the chip into a small slot on his helmet. His visor began to download information and display over the translucent red screen within his helmet. A small report began to populate, and Otto seemed to be distracted as he read over the details. It would seem that Breech was alive, the report detailed an incident that had taken place near the South Capitol. Apparently the scientist was spotted with a group of strange beings, and they had made an attempt to destroy the news team that tried to gather intelligence on the incident. The reports also made mention of a ki sensitive little boy who had possibly murdered another ki sensitive, but Otto only skimmed over it. "Alright Traus... this isn't exactly what I was looking for, but it points me in the right direction," Otto told him. "When I meet your grandpa, should I say hello for you?' he asked. He had a feeling that Traus hadn't read the file or known that Breech was still alive. He looked up, the scouter within his visor was no longer busy. It picked up the charging energy that Traus was building.
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Post by Traus on Jan 28, 2016 23:39:53 GMT
He stared at the cyborg as he scanned the data. Traus was frozen, his body hardly moving an inch while a bead of sweat formed under his visor. Relief washed over him when Otto accepted the information he provided. He deemed it safe to relinquish the energy he was holding from his grip. He let go of some of the tension in his body with a small sigh; this whole thing was going to be over soon. “Say hello for me?” Traus repeated the words, dumbfounded. Was he going so far as to taunt him with the fact that his grandfather was dead? How utterly despicable. The sides of his mouth shriveled into a disgusted frown. “Learn some respect for the dead, you sicko.” He practically spat the words at him. “You got what you wanted, now go.” Traus was losing his patience.
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Post by Otto on Jan 30, 2016 0:21:44 GMT
Otto's download of all of the files were complete. He grinned with amusement that Traus had not inferred his meaning, he thought that he probably had subconsciously. Otto then realized that he soon might, and that this whole debacle might attract unwanted attention to Dr. Breech. He looked at Traus, flipping the data chip into his hand, and then crushing it with his fists. He looked at the fellow armor clad man, considering whether or not he needed to be eliminated as a witness. "My apologies," Otto said, making a little half-assed sarcastic bow at the Capsule Corporation brat. When he lifted back up he raised his arm cannon at Traus. "What I should of said, was that you should say hello to your grandfather for me!"Otto's hair blowed back as a beam of purple light began to form under his arm cannon. He didn't take any real pleasure in killing, that he would admit to himself, but this young man could become a threat if his company took an interest in Otto's soon to be teacher. The light made a high pitched screech as a translucent ball of purple ki raced towards Traus.
2,326 pl attack! (n1 pulse beam) ( Bing Gan is gonna send you some help I think)
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Post by Traus on Jan 31, 2016 10:20:45 GMT
Traus immediately regretted stopping the energy he had charged up. Otto wouldn’t let him linger on this thought, however. A blinding flash of purple was the only thing he needed to see before his survival instincts took hold. Jumping sideways, all four of his limb-mounted thrusters shot out a powerful burst of amplified ki. This was the fastest way he could get himself out of harm’s way, but isn’t wasn’t quite fast enough. The blast just barely clipped his left foot; the suit’s resilient exterior was enough to protect him from serious injury. The same couldn’t be said for the garbled piece of metal that used to be a thruster.
Traus bursted through the window, wincing as a small shard of glass lodged itself in the back of his neck. All of this, combined with the tumbling free-fall he was now in made him very disoriented. He flailed around until he was in a position where he could tell which way was up and tried activating his thrusters. A disquieting sputter could be heard, followed by a couple backfires and a loud pop. Before he knew what was going on, he was in a death spiral. The only thing that could be seen was a radial blur of every color in the city mixed into a dizzying blob. Unable to take the nauseating sight anymore, he shut his eyelids as tightly as he could, hopelessly awaiting the inevitability of the fatal impact.
A crash resounded throughout the air around him, his body racked with pain. Eventually the hecticness around him slowed to a stop, the silence being broken only by the soft crackling of settling rubble and distant sirens. With a groan, he cracked open his eyes. A bright white filled his view. His hand rose to block the offending light source until his retinas adjusted it’s brightness to something reasonable. A fluorescent light hanging on a ceiling. Never in his life had such a mundane sight brought a smile to his face. He was alive. He brought himself into a sitting position to get a grasp of his surroundings. He was in a deserted office with a sizable hole in one of the walls, no doubt caused by him. He rested a hand on his temple to ease the pain of a wound on his temple, the very fact he could do this meant his visor was broken. He set the heads up display to relay info through audio instead of visual means.
Leaning over a bit gave him a clear angle to see the top of the CC building, and of Otto staring right into him. Traus grimaced and hit a holo-button on his wristwatch; the top floor shutters collapsed in front of the robotic terrorist temporarily cutting off the line of sight. He knew the well-built shutters would hardly slow him down, if at all, but he would need all the time he could get. He rose to one knee and opened his palm in front of him. The small metallic tendrils on his hand and upper arm twisted and wrapped about, forming the shape of a uniquely designed pistol. His armoured fingers grasped around the handle and the gun’s inner workings started to glow a deep, bright blue. He focused whatever energy he had into it; he knew it probably wouldn’t do much to someone as powerful as Otto, but he had to try.
This was a fight for his life, after all.
(Charging “[N1]Focus Shot”)
(OOC: Sorry if I did something wrong with the ability charging, I’m writing this on mobile and it’s hard for me to double check the rules and stuff. I'll revise it if needed once I get to a PC.)
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Post by Bing Gan on Feb 1, 2016 6:51:07 GMT
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Post by Bing Gan on Feb 3, 2016 8:27:49 GMT
[Joining as 10k PL Guard, Donna] [Thread PL: 10,000] "Oh my! This is a job for a hero... I think."The Crimson Android stood tall on an adjacent building -well, as tall as a short robot can stand anyways. She watched the scuffle from her vantage point since the very beginning; from the moment the building evacuated, she was on the scene. Her robotic ocular sensors zoomed in on the top floor, watching the two masked men converse. Of the two, only one was actually there for the time being: he was a white-haired man, equipped with a very shoddy looking set of power armor, meaning there was most likely an organic being just beneath the metal. From the way the man presented himself, he was most certainly what one would classify as "a loon". She presumed this fellow was the cause of all the commotion After he finished conversing with the hologram, it suddenly vanished. Donna tried to search for the source of the hologram, but Capsule Corps security was just a bit too tight. She sighed in defeat, falling to one knee to hopefully hide herself from the madman if he looked her way. It seemed calm had fallen. Whatever the madman was waiting for, it seemed to be taking its sweet time. After a long moment, the holographic man from before came back, this time however, in the flesh. He landed in the top floor, speaking in a harsh tone to the madman who awaited him. Donna's synthetic brow furrowed. "Hmm... Perhaps I should intervene? Negotiations don't seem to be going entirely well." Donna put her left foot on the ridge of the roof, hesitating as she watched the Cybernetically Enhanced Duo converse. "I can't back down now... I'm a hero!... Right?" She shook her head in anger. Of course she was a hero! She literally made herself to do this! With an excited yelp, she leapt off the building, slowly hovering high above the street. The Android made her way towards the duo, her knees shaking slightly in fear. While the battle with those Tunnel Snakes was somewhat difficult, this was clearly the real deal; both of them looked like battle-hardened men. Could she even help here? Before she could decide on backing out, the power-armored man suddenly fired an attack! The Ki ball whizzed through the sky, but the hologram hero was able to avoid it deftly leap into the sky! He crashed through the window, smacking head-first into Donna. She let out a sort of "meep" noise as she was sent flying. In short order, the Crimson Android found herself embedded in the wall of the building she had just jumped from. "This is embarrassing..."With a quick shrug, she easily popped herself out of the concrete prison. Bits of rubble fell from her impact point as she exited it, impacting on the street below with an ear-wrenching -CRUNCH!- The Android looked down, noticing the rubble had slammed directly into the top of a truck, denting it easily. Oddly enough, the alarm didn't go off. She simply ignored the oddity for now, opting to stop the Ki-firing nutso before she questioned the lack of alarms. Her eyes narrowed as she gave the madman an intense glare. She opened her mouth to shout, but a giant set of shutters suddenly closed around the windows! Donna's glare shifted from one of intensity to one of anger; how dare that guy close the blinds on her! She shot through the sky, easily breaking through the glass and metal that was in her way. Once inside, she quickly planted her feet on the ground, skidding along the carpet, and ripping up quite a bit of it in the process. Donna turned, looking directly at the man in the power suit. She put on the bravest face she could, as she suddenly shouted at the mega man. "Hey you! It's impolite to shoot people out of windows! I don't know exactly what's going on here, but I'm going to... Uh... Send you to jail?... Ugh, I can never get these cool entrances right..."
The Android shook her head, ignoring her own failed speech. She suddenly raised her hand, her fingers shifting into the shape of a sort-of cannon. After a moment, an orb of crackling Ki formed at the tip of the cannon.
 "Let's see how you like it, punk! Crimson Ball!"In an instant, the orb of energy shot forwards! It aimed to smack dead-center into Otto's chest, hopefully sending him through the same window Traus fell out of.
Donna enters the fray! She's got a bit of an itchy trigger-finger... Or would it be Fingers in her case?
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Post by Bing Gan on Mar 16, 2016 12:17:43 GMT
[So... Is this thread still goin, or should we call it a bust? Otto Traus ] |
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