Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

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Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 12/8/2008 6:04:35 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Fighting Skies She nodded, pulling both of the short swords out of their sheaths and twirled them upright. Since Hugo was closer to the door, she took another step forward and waited for him to make a move. They had the advantage of surprise, but in the relatively small corridors, things would be hairy. She hoped to take Marty and this other guy out without incident so they could move on separately. It was Hugo's move.
QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 12/8/2008 6:58:10 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181	RE: Fighting Skies Judging by the footfalls that the bandits were coming from starboard, Hugo stepped out when they were a few meters from the doorway with the broom handle propped on his shoulder and forearms oozing blood. Blank-faced, Hugo said, "Hey fellas. Ger's in here."   The two bandits stopped in their tracks.  The guy in back yelled "Oh frag!" as Hugo stepped forward and snapped the broom handle down at the first guy's head. He dodged to the side, getting struck hard on his shoulder.  Hugo pulled the staff back and jabbed it forward at the head as he took another step forward.  This time he connected solidly, smashing the guy's face with a crunching sound. The other guy saw that this was going bad fast, but hesitated to leave his friend. Hugo didn't hesitate and twirled his stick at the head of the bandit, who ducked and crouched, off balance. Another dash and a thrust sent the end of the staff straight at the man's center of mass, landing a painful blow and pushing him over.  He yelled, "Aah! Help!" as Hugo jumped and stomped on his prone body and turned his shouts into croaks.  A stomp and a smash silenced him completely. With an almost normal tone of voice, Hugo said to Valerie, "I'll take this side.  See you up front in a few minutes."
Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 12/10/2008 12:30:17 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Fighting Skies Valerie took to the left. They would pass through the mess, which was separate from the much smaller kitchen, and then into the parallel hallways. Valerie hoped the rest of the occupants were on Hugo's side. While it's a common element in fiction that the "main characters" are absurdly powerful, despite her above average skill, taking on even three of them without special powers—something of which Hugo was not in short supply—would be absurdly dangerous. Not to mention the fact that she was holding off lethal force as a last resort. She had something against the pirates as a whole; not necessarily the individuals. They were bad people, but so was she. They all were. They got by. She was turning over her options in her head, determining the best course of action. There was just something wrong with this whole situation. She could just go along with it. She could tell anyone she found to just get out because there's a crazy man out for blood. She could leave and take the ornithopter. None of them seemed like good options. Why she was having some kind of moral dilemma here stumped and frustrated her. She shook her head and brought her attention back to the world. Hugo had moved onto the starboard hall already, leaving her just inside the mess hall. She stepped into clear view of the doorway. A large man was stomping toward her, and paused as she appeared. Man: What the--?! As he reached for and skinned his smoke wagon, Valerie twirled back to the side, away from the door. The large man fanned the hammer of his revolver, firing from the hip. A chunk of wood exploded from the door frame where the round hit as he tried to hit her through the wall. It missed completely. Through the ringing in her ears, she could still hear the click of the revolver's hammer being drawn back. The man was close enough to the doorway; if he wasn't smart, he'd come barreling through and she'd hose his slag up. He didn't. It was always easier in fiction. However, the revolver seemed to be single-action. If he wasn't too good, she could get him with his hammer down. She put her left sword away and pulled her H&K P9S from her bag. Poking it around the corner, she fired two shots. Another bang, the door frame splintering again; with inhuman speed, she rounded the corner and delivered three quick stabs to his torso. She wasn't sure what she hit, but it was something good. So much for no lethal force. He dropped immediately. However, he was probably on his way to check out the fellows back at the kitchen; and if there weren't others before, there would be now with the gunfire. She kept the pistol in her left hand, butterfly sword in the right, and moved on down the hall.
QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 12/10/2008 3:19:19 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181	RE: Fighting Skies Hugo stomped around the corner, feeding his anger, relishing the opportunity to exercise the skills that had lain unused since he had met the peaceful sage months previous.  It felt as if he'd been asleep, living a dream.   Gunshots echoed from Valerie's side of the ship. The dream was definitely shattered. Picking up the pace, Hugo jogged past the nailed-down tables and the jumble of chairs where passengers would have had their coffee before bandits hijacked the vessel. From a cross-corridor further on, a man could be heard shouting orders, "Doug, you and the twins stay here and guard the armory.  Jet, gather everyone who's combat-ready from the bridge. You two come with me." Hugo thought that added up to around ten people, all armed and ready.  These guys responded really fast!  He had expected to be able to surprise at least half of them and take the rest out on sheer momentum.  His will wavered as he wondered whether this was such a good idea after all, but the time to back out was long gone.  Best to engage these guys on his own terms before they overwhelmed Valerie. At full speed, he rounded the corner.  The bandits had heard him coming and four of them crouched in the doorways with shotguns leveled. A tremendous thunder filled the space as guns fired and Hugo lightning-dashed right behind the gunmen. Ears ringing, extremities tingling, Hugo swung his staff with all his might at the head of one of the adversaries. The strike cracked the broomstick and sent the man flying into the room.  Hugo dropped the broken stick and aimed a fist at the second man, who had barely registered the fact of Hugo's continued existence.  At the point of contact, a massive spark shot from fist to face and the second guy dropped. Smoke curled from the bloody mark on Hugo's right arm as the rune was expended.  The two remaining guys finally realized what was happening and turned around.  Seeing that he lost the element of surprise, Hugo dodged through a doorway.   Ok, not good,thought Hugo. Two guys with guns, and I've got nothing but paper-thin walls to between me and them. It would have been really convenient if he had dodged into the armory, but this room appeared to serve as a lounge. Not so lucky.  Wait, those walls.. Not losing a beat, Hugo launched himself at the wall right next to the doorway and blindly knocked into one of the gunmen. The contact discharged his second rune, and Hugo followed up with a stunning strike to the neck.  The last guy stepped forward and swung the butt of his shotgun at Hugo's exposed head. Trying to roll with such a hard hit is not easy, and Hugo rolled right into the wall.  Eyes watering, he threw himself upright and towards the fourth bandit.  Hugo didn't want to give him any chance to shoot. The thug swung again, but this time Hugo saw it coming and twisted it away, putting a headlock on the guy.  Three quick punches and he was out cold.   In the meantime, the remaining bad guy recovered and rushed at Hugo.  Hugo was off balance and they both fell to the floor.  This guy was a good wrestler, and soon Hugo was in a leg lock.  With his free arm, he got out his small knife and managed to stab his opponent's leg. He screamed in pain and frustration as he tried to pin Hugo's arm.  The leg and back was a complete mess before he gave up and Hugo could finally cut his throat. Standing up, Hugo cursed at how hard that had been. Fortunately he was still uninjured, but he couldn't keep counting on luck.  One of these rooms was supposed to be the armory.  Perhaps it would contain something useful in the fights ahead.  He grabbed one of the shotguns from the ground and started checking the doors.
Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 12/12/2008 1:36:36 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Fighting Skies Valerie heard the shouting down the hall, but couldn't make out the words. She moved three doors down, and could hear the heavy footfalls. The hallway was long and open, leaving her in a very poor position to operate. She instead slipped into the side room—a storage closet, apparently originally two separate rooms but the wall had since been knocked down, now spanning two of the hallway doors. She left the door cracked and waited. The weakened floor bounced and thumped loudly with each footstep. As they reached the door, she flung it open, pushing one of the men into the opposite wall. Using the handguard of the butterfly sword as a sort of knuckle duster, she clocked the second guy across the chin, sending him also reeling into the wall. The first guy turned, submachine gun in hand. She intercepted his arm, lifting it away from her, and delivering a sharp kick to the inside of his knee. It didn't quite snap as she hoped, but he dropped onto it. Meanwhile the other guy pushed off the wall and into Valerie, bear hugging her and slamming her into the door. Except, like a moron, he'd just impaled himself on her butterfly sword. Valerie merely pushed him away, him barely able to hold the bear hug through the pain, and he crumpled to the floor. The first guy was still trying to get his bearings from his injured knee. He was trying to get back on both feet, but she wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled it toward her incoming vicious knee, knocking him out cold. She wrenched the submachine gun, a Mini Uzi, out of his stiffened hand and turned back down the hallway.
QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 12/12/2008 7:12:17 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181	RE: Fighting Skies Moving quickly, Hugo scanned the room.  He was looking for anything useful in intimidation and crowd control.  This sort of fighting was totally different from the brawling he was used to and was good at.  A small number of unprepared guys was something he could handle without breaking a sweat, but it was twice now that some jerk almost got the best of him. There was a box of grenades, but he didn't dare take any because he didn't really know how to use them.  A stack of shotguns -- he already had one -- and a rack of rifles which he also did not know how to use.  In an open crate he found something more familiar, a bunch of blasters, in fact.   In his teenage years, Hugo was one of those kids who would sit with friends and overclock cheap blasters until they discharged a cartridge in a single shot or fried their circuitry.  As luck and economy would have it, the most popular piece to operate on was the cheap one found in the crate, the notoriously weak Martek Z27. Even a weak blaster was preferable to empty hands or unfamiliar equipment.  After they got out, Hugo would have to get Valerie to teach him a thing or two about guns.  He grabbed two blasters and stuffed them in his pants.   One more thing he could do to prepare.  He remembered a rune that he only used once, a rune that would probably come in handy if it worked.  With some trepidation, Hugo stripped off his shirt and went to work on a small rune in the center of his chest, over his heart. Just as he was finishing up, he heard noises from the hallway outside. Taking a deep breath, he tried to pretend this was just another fight. Silently, he waited with his blaster drawn. A man wielding a gun appeared in the doorway and dodged back as Hugo fired.  The red spark whizzed by harmlessly. "There's one guy in here! I'll get him, you check the other rooms!" the man yelled. The wall in the armory seemed to be made of stronger stuff than in the rest of the rooms, so there would be no surprise this time.  Hugo was a sitting duck and desperately needed a distraction. Quickly he kicked open the box of grenades and tossed one out the door in a high arc, yelling "fire in the hole" like in the movies.   He was rewarded with the sound of panicked backpedaling and wordless curses and when he got out of the room he saw the backs of the two men.  pew-pew-pew-pew-pew the blaster chattered as Hugo rapidly emptied one of his blasters at them. They tumbled to the ground, groaning and grabbing at their burned backs. Realizing that the cheap blaster didn't seem to kill outright but instead only maimed, Hugo ran up and stomped the men's necks until they stopped moving.  It was pretty ugly what that blaster did.
Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 12/13/2008 10:15:30 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Fighting Skies Valerie stepped partially behind the open door, taking a look down the hall for anybody else, then looking at the Uzi. She'd never handled this particular gun before, but she'd seen them and had a basic understanding. It took her a second to find the latch to unfold the stock and determine that the fire mode selector was on "A", which she assumed meant "auto". Shouldering it and covering the end of the hall, she moved forward. From the other side of the ship, a loud racket burst out—obviously Hugo. Just around the corner, she heard a sudden outburst. Voice: Oh slag, they're that way! Let's go! She stopped and acquired a sight picture of the end of the hall. She suspected "that way" meant away from her, but she didn't want to take that chance. The voice was obviously close, so when nobody came around the corner in a few seconds, she continued. She started to think that Hugo may have gotten in over his head. He didn't seem like a particularly firearm-savvy individual, and now it seemed like a few more of the pirates than is fair for one man to fight were in his general vicinity. However, she now had a compact submachine gun with a very high rate of fire, and there was corridor just up ahead crossing over to the other side of the gondola. She picked up her pace toward it.
QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 12/14/2008 7:17:28 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181	RE: Fighting Skies Trying to block the smell of burned cloth and charred flesh, Hugo counted his casualties.  If the chump in the kitchen was right, he had single-handedly taken out about half the living crew of the ship.  Despite himself, he started to feel a little cocky again. Best to keep moving, keep them off-balance. He turned the corner and moved forward through the last length of corridor before the bow section.  The hallway here was wide, the luxurious carpet worn thin.  As he walked on, blaster raised to eye level, suddenly he heard a door opening behind him and a gunbarrel turning the corner in front of him. Once again the flimsy walls of the airship saved him, this time by letting him smash his way out of the hallway into a gambling hall.  Hugo found himself stepping on broken glass behind the bar, and there was a stage on the other side of a room full of piled-up furniture. This whole place really wasn't built for taking cover.  The guy in the door stepped back inside and aimed an Uzi, squeezing off a few rounds.  Hugo ducked down and right, evading the shots, and dashed forward, carelessly firing his blaster at the bandit.  The bandit stood his ground and fired again, hitting Hugo's left shoulder.   There was a bright flash followed by a loud bang, and Hugo felt a sharp sting in his shoulder and a burning pain in his chest.  His rune had discharged a bolt right into the Uzi, cooking off the ammo. Small bits of sharp metal went flying in all directions.  In another two steps he made it to the bandit, who was staring at his mangled hand in shock.  A quick rising jab with the blaster to the throat, and the guy started to slump.  Hugo followed up with a snap-kick that sent the guy limply out the door. Through the ringing in his ears, he heard the other ambusher stop moving and exclaim, "Oh frak, Jack! Slag it, this guy is nuts!" Taking a deep breath and trying to sound uninjured, Hugo yelled, "Toss your weapons over and lie down on the ground!  We want some of you alive!"  Oof, that had sounded pretty good, but his shoulder was really starting to ache.  He crouched out of sight by the bar and thought about what to do if the guy didn't give up.
Valerie Fas'nvak Ex-tournament fighter/ ninja accountant Dominion Master 12/16/2008 6:08:41 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 126	RE: Fighting Skies Valerie heard a frantic voice just before she rounded the corner from the cross-hall. There was a man digging around a couple bodies on the floor, probably looking for their weapons. She aimed at his lower back. It had been a little while since she'd fired a machine gun, so if the muzzle jumped more than expected, she wanted it to walk up him instead of off him. Valerie: Stop! Drop it! The man jumped in surprise and tried to run, but tripped over the body. He hit the floor and swung his pistol around. Valerie fired two shots well over his head. The man dropped the gun. Man: Okay! Okay! She meant to actually shoot him, but that worked. She thought she heard Hugo yelling something a moment ago. Valerie: Hey. Dude! Where are you? Unsure exactly where Hugo was, she only hoped he could hear her and wouldn't jump her.
QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 12/17/2008 5:08:41 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181	RE: Fighting Skies Hugo perked up when he heard Val's voice.  That gunfire he had heard was her kicking butt.  He answered, "I'm over here in the bar!" That seemed to get him his second wind, and he rose to his feet and hefted the blaster.  His torso was slick with blood from his vanquished foes, countless cuts and scratches, and the runes.  His injured shoulder was a dull lump of pain.  With a determined stride he stepped out into the hallway and saw a gun by his feet and a man on the floor a few yards away. Alright, fantastic, but he hadn't actually thought about what to do with prisoners. Now he had to ask, "How many of you guys do you think there are left?" The man on the floor responded dully, "Frak if I know. Everything's all messed up." Great, a non-answer. Hugo didn't have time for this, he was relying purely on adrenaline.  By his count, there could be a gang of gun-toting thugs right around the next corner. He lifted the blaster and savagely turned the guy's head into barbeque. Time to find Valerie and team up for the clean-up. He started moving towards where he heard her voice and yelled, "Hey Val? All clear over here! I'm coming, don't shoot."

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