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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 13:25:31 GMT -5
London. Delete had always been fond of London, though she could never place why. Maybe it was simply because it was so different from New York or Tokyo or wherever she had to go looking for tools and parts. And she was in desperate need of parts. Delete always claimed that the Data Unit suits were FAR from done, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. In fact the actual suits and weapons were completed, with just the other bits needing completed. But as for what she needed parts for... well a girl has to have her secrets. And her own personal project was something she'd rather not have someone like Delete or Control getting a hold of. Tab? Perhaps. But the less they knew about the true powers the better. Delete reclined back in the captains chair, sipping from a soda and working on a bit of tech.
"DECA! How long?" Delete commanded the ship AI.
"Five minutes mistress" a feminine voice said over the intercom.
"Excellent. Keep on course" Delete said, kicking back with her feet on the console. Her sunglasses were on a far console, replaced by a pair of protective goggles. She fiddled with a motherboard in her hands, a gleam in her amber eyes. She took a sip from her Coke before hiding it back in her chair's arm. After two or three minutes she put the device aside, and started doctoring blueprints.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Aug 31, 2012 13:42:33 GMT -5
What was that ship?
Whatever it was, it wasn't good. Jerome suited himself up in his normal suit, rather than his prototype. The claw of the prototype might be nice, but he needed what the full suit could provide him with. He got onto his bike and headed out through the streets, after the ship.
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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 14:01:39 GMT -5
"We have arrived mistress"
Delete beamed down from Cybership in front of the lab. She'd decided that transforming beforehand would be the best option. With a kick she broke the door down and walked in. When the alarms went off she absorbed the power from the building, taking in a charge.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Aug 31, 2012 14:31:41 GMT -5
He drove as fast as he could towards the ship, jumping off of his bike and running into the building.
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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 16:17:03 GMT -5
Delete walked through the building, her HUD acting as a light. Delete knew that taking out the emergency lights would help her with what she was doing. Though it did somewhat hinder her in finding the correct room in the lab, she could figure it out. I'm in the right hallway, so all I have to do is find the right door. Delete broke the door to her left. And that's a broom closet. Of course it is. Where the hell is R&D?[ Delete sighed, and then saw a flashlight down the hallway. She walked upto the carrier - a guard naturally. He looked on in shock before Delete grabbed him by the throat.
"I have complete control over electricity. Like the electric pulses that fuel your brain. Now, if you don't tell me where R&D is..." Delete snapped her fingers several times, flicking the flashlight on and off. "That will be your brain. If your lucky."
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Post by Jerome Endon on Aug 31, 2012 16:21:30 GMT -5
Jerome ran through the dark halls, looking around. He stopped as he went into a new hallway, seeing the red figure ahead, with a man in her grip. That didn't seem like the actions of a Ranger.
He lifted his handgun and fired.
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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 16:42:35 GMT -5
Delete looked over at the space where the bullet was fired. Of course. Well then I have to deal with him. But first... Delete shocked the guard and he gasped out "Third floor."
"Thank you!" Delete declared, throwing the guard to the ground and turning towards where her shooter was. She turned and fired a blast of lightning in the direction of the shooter. Delete could only barely make him out, but it was enough to fire off a few volts.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Aug 31, 2012 16:44:20 GMT -5
Jerome dropped to the ground, lying flat on his stomach. He braced his arm against the floor and fired three more shots at her while reaching into his belt with his left hand, grabbing the smoke bombs.
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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 16:54:19 GMT -5
A shot grazed the shoulder of Delete's suit. She blocked the other two with her Drill Saber, sword at the ready. "Something tells me you aren't with the guards" Delete called down, sword at the ready. She took a few steps forward. A rider. Retro looking thing. Either magic or he's batman. I guess I'll find out won't I?
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Post by Jerome Endon on Aug 31, 2012 16:59:23 GMT -5
He threw the smoke bombs down the hall, letting them roll. Between the two of them they went off, cloaking the hallway in a black smoke.
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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 19:01:04 GMT -5
Delete let the smoke wash through the hallway, waiting for him to strike. She readied her sword. Does the heads-up have thermal? I don't remember programming one in, so I guess not. I'll have to look into that.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Aug 31, 2012 19:02:37 GMT -5
He moved with stealth, creeping closer and closer, crouching a little bit in front of her, readying his metal claw for a strike at her joint on her elbow, while his left was poised for a palm to her throat. And he lashed both out.
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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 19:15:40 GMT -5
Delete's enhanced ears picked up his footsteps. Better safe then sorry. Delete lashed out with her blade, catching his claw. She couldn't anticipate her other arm, stepping back after the blow to the throat. The wind wasn't quite knocked out of her but it still hurt.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Aug 31, 2012 19:43:00 GMT -5
He lashed out left fist for her hand holding the blade, keeping his claw on it to keep it in place.
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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 19:57:10 GMT -5
Delete supercharged her sword with lightning, letting it conduct through his claw.
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