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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 25, 2010 9:49:53 GMT -5
Socrates winced at the sonic blast, hearing it even through his armour. His ears pressed flat, he suppressed a whimper. I think I preferred the caterwalling. How could any creature be so cruel as to torture their targets with sound? He wondered. Surely, if they saw the light of humanity in the CS, they would know not to... Unless they aren't human, in which case they probably wouldn't get the chance. His eyes remained on the door. Not so much because he expected it as a point of interest, but more because it allowed him to focus while he tracked what was in the water with them.
Sense Psyhic and Magic Energy: 98% [dice=100]
Recognize Psychic Scent: 74% [dice=100]
Sense Supernatural beings62+2: 98% [dice=100]
Tracking Supernatural beings by psychic scent: 98% [dice=100][rand=16059237616674404411093635283854765709422288306973026041166847039]
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Post by dakota on May 28, 2010 4:41:50 GMT -5
Janxi hit her target, causing it to veer off from it's pusuit, but Tori had missed. Their targeting profiles suggested the pursuers were some sort of fish. It fired another sonic blast as it passed the sub with relative ease, giving a view of what looked like it was akin to a dolphin.
The sonic blast struck the hull again, revirberating throughout the sub.
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Post by Tori on May 28, 2010 10:45:35 GMT -5
Tori hissed at her miss and continued to lead the approaching target with her gun. The horrible sound screamed when it hit the side of their sub, reverberating inside the tiny craft. She wanted the thing to go away in a hurry and the headache she was getting to stop.
With a yowl of pain, she put bead on target, she fired again, hoping to hit and discourage the thing from giving chase.
Hit:[dice=20]+6 (total penalty and bonus)=17
Damage[dice=4]x10=20
She looked at the thing. It looked mechanical but felt like something alive. Maybe it was some kind of borg.[rand=54235009695827128813812261545101053466078699587305329211863677622]
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Post by Dome on May 28, 2010 12:03:40 GMT -5
Richardson cringes with each sonic blast. He looks around at the other team members wondering what they are think about right now.
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Post by Janxi on May 29, 2010 11:27:30 GMT -5
"Oooh-rah!" Janxi shouted the Marine war cry. Her target had taken a hit and was now at least pausing, if not giving up on a tough target with a tough marine aboard.
She quickly took aim at the second target and shot. "Oh you want some too?
Hit [dice=20]+3 (all bonuses and penalties)=17
Damage[dice=4]*10+8=48
"Come and get some!"[rand=699513820668861760421265613462293427729957928148408075982413696414]
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Post by Mierin on May 29, 2010 18:26:02 GMT -5
Sam does her best to keep a calm look on her face, though she had to admit to herself that she was a bit nervous. Mostly she hated that there wasn't really anything she could do to help with the threats, at least at the moment. She does turn to the Captain of the sub and says "Let me know if there is anything I can do to assist the crew."
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Post by Tori on May 30, 2010 19:24:23 GMT -5
Tori's ears hurt from the sound waves becoming shrill as they struck the side of their boat. She let out a pained, and feline moan with each attack. She knew how to set her helmet to filter some things, like a burping railgun. The ultrasound was new, and painful to her. No damage, but her head felt like she had spent the last week on a bender with nothing but the worst tequila. She was near puking, too, and hoped she could get her helmet off in time.
"Hey doc, canya do anything about our helmets about that foxin' scream? And anyone on torpedas, y'all can shoot any time now!"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 31, 2010 10:03:12 GMT -5
"Would torpedos be wise if they're this close?" Socrates asked. The strain in his voice showed he was going through the same discomfort as the cats. He made a note to suggest some kind of training to Lone Star to prevent this being so distracting. He wanted to howl back so badly, and counter challenge them.
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Post by Tori on May 31, 2010 12:25:12 GMT -5
"Torpedas usually got shape charges on the tip. They are HEAT style. They're made to poke holes, but we can get a lil space between us 'n them on the next pass, if they ain't. This sucks, Doc, make it stop!" Tori pressed her ears flat to her head. Nothing hurt quite like this. Puking in her helmet would be no good, but she thought she could bite it down.
"Hang in Socrates. We're gonna zap 'em if we can't use the torps!"
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Post by dakota on May 31, 2010 19:34:36 GMT -5
The creature twisted and weaved to avoid Janxi's firing as it hammered the hull with another sonic blast before pulling ahead of the sub. Socrates got a good look at the strange fish like creature.
The captain saw it pass as well, and bellowed a command. The submarine began to decelerate quicker than was expected possible, then with another barked command, the u-boat shuddered as a pair of torpedos leapt from the forward launcher. Everyone who could see or feel the creature knew it was running, heading for the surface with the torpedos tracking it.
" I hope no one is injured." The Captain said without looking up from his display. " My men in the engine room reversed our thrust for the quick stop. It is possible to do, but my concern is if it hurt the engines. Your crew are very professional under fire, Lieutenant. A very good trait to have."
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Post by Tori on May 31, 2010 20:49:24 GMT -5
"Dorsal gun five by five, hooya," Tori sounded off. Her shot was nearly as good as Janxi's, though she couldn't tell if she hit or missed. The evil trout turned tail and ran, which was no surprise. Fishing cats were after all, fishing cats. The sub's own fish, the torpedoes, would make short work of the fish-borg, or chase him for miles from their location.
She heard the skipper's explanation of the maneuver, then the praise of the team. It gave her a bit of pride. Everyone kept their heads, and she and Jan did what they could on the guns. All-in-all, it was better than she had hoped for.
Without relief, or an order to stand down from Fraser, Shep or the Skipper, she remained on her gun, scanning for the two targets they engaged, the surface contact or other contacts/pursuit. To kill some time, she began to mumble.
"Donde esta el mercado?"
"Necessito a comprar gasolina. Donde esta el sustantivo?"
"Me oido los vampiros son aqui. Donde esta sus guarida?"
Tori was practicing her Spanish, frighteningly enough. Like most special forces, she studied a second language to better understand her enemy and people near them. As time went by in Lone Star, the more she heard more about Vamps, and decided to target them.
The mumbling in foreign continued as she recited her last lesson, entitled "Where is?"
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Read sensors for additional/returning targets
[dice=100], 40 needed[rand=01324184835712860553749186697841343656701008353121524837084310908453]
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Post by Janxi on May 31, 2010 21:26:35 GMT -5
"Lower turret reporting, scopes clear." Janxi sounded disappointed. Letting targets escape wasn't her mission. She sulked and wished she could have gone out swimming with those things, torn them open and seen what their brains looked like.
The awful scream sounded about 10 times shriller than a pack of beagles in Lone Star. Thank whatever god there was that the fish borgs took their scream guns with them.
"Hey Skipper, what the hell were those things?"
She kept an eye on the sonar, hoping something else would pop up to kill. Yeah, she hit one, but it would swim home, get some new armor welded over the burn mark, and swim back out to kill someone else, or storm some beach full of poor bastards to kill, eat or take as slaves. She hated escapes.
Tori's spanish lesson was loud and clear in the little boat to a cat with big ears. She sighed, and wished she could get after those things with her FWS, or bare claws. She started reciting her own language lesson. The words sounded like evil incantations, or a voice straight from hell. Her growly feline voice didn't help them.
"Ba'el luumarr k'ash roo'ka!" Demongogery for, "Pass the meat."
"Sa le vrootan maal?" "What is your name?"
"Qu wanaal o-tan sa-niil!" translating, to those literate to "You look handsome this evening."
"Jo lo-pesgaaar, no vankeshel?" or "May I have some more wine?"
Demongogery, from a large black cat with gleaming emerald eyes, claws like straight razors and teeth developed to pierce skulls seemed almost natural. Her muttering seemed like curses or a very quiet ritual to summon something wicked. She recited her way through Lesson 9: "The Good Guest."
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Read sensors for more, new or returning targets:
[dice=100] 35 needed[rand=720269712836985487655871510060099413865274604345138297466166186]
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 31, 2010 22:42:07 GMT -5
"They were living creatures..." Socrates said, his ears slowly ending the ringing. "Better they were destroyed than to live like that."
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Post by Janxi on Jun 1, 2010 11:21:58 GMT -5
Janxi stopped her demonic lesson long enough to lock her green eyes directly on Socrates after his comment. She was appalled at how human he sounded. "You know Soc, you, me, Tori... We ain't so different from them fish borgs. Betcha someone said that 'bout our kind once or twice, 'bout 'bein better off dead... We ain't got a choice in life but to fight, kill, and do with our bodies what others wanna do. You think the same way 'bout us?"
She wasn't angry, or menacing. If nothing, the big cat sounded depressed or resigned. Bradford, Autumn's uncle, could turn them all into borgs, crazies or ordered them raped and bred with a signature.
An officer could order them to fight to the death, throw their lives away in hopeless situations or take risks using unproven gear. They couldn't say no.
Whatever those things were- bots, borgs, or enslaved animals- they were property of the horune, and the horune had much in common with humanity.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 1, 2010 12:47:57 GMT -5
Socrates's head shifted away from the bubble-dome view towards Janxi. "We have the will to decide at any time that we will not be a part of Prosek's vision for humanity. We face the consequences of it, since it means defection and treason, but it is a choice we can make. I wonder if those creatures could make such a choice."
He didn't know that Janxi had an interest in the philosophical failings of Prosek's vision. Of course, since they cast Socrates out of Lone Star for his own questions, he had learned better discretion himself, so he wasn't suprised it hadn't come up until now.
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