Post by Mr Burns_TU on Oct 13, 2006 3:05:15 GMT -5
Fire LLa, last of his clan stood toe to toe with the soldier opposite him, their faces so close that they could feel the other's breath whisper against their faces, so close that they could see their own image within the other's eyes. Fire drew a ragged breath, and pulled himself to his full height, two long fingers above six foot. His blue eyes stormy with his raised ire and another emotion he refused to analyze. Muttering a curse he flung himself away from the very "real" pain in the ass that glared unrepentantly back at him. It didn't help matters when he glanced over at IHH, whom sat with legs crossed at the ankle propped up on a desk.
"Wish I had an M&M for every time I've said I don't trust women who carry rocket launchers." His quip and lopsided smile failed to penetrate the tension in the air as Pita's glance followed Fire's movements and when he turned suddenly it was to find her green eyes trained on him unflinchingly.
"I can not believe you did not wait till the rest of the squad got here, nor can I understand let alone believe that you would take it upon yourself to take on such a force with only a small compliment of soldiers at your side. What in the name of the Elder God's were you thinking?"
"What was I thinking?" I fail to see what business it is of yours how I use my own people." If Fire's Irish ancestry was showing in the flushness of his face and ever increasing elevation of his ire it was nothing in comparison to the icy coldness of Pita's voice. "I repeat, my company, my people"
She drew a breath. “ Yes we were up against a larger contingency of mercenaries, but that didn't make us the weaker, on the contrary, we held our ground and yes at first there were some losses, but most were able to re-assimilate and are still among my numbers. Then you returned with IHH, Dopa, and the others. As to your approval? I'm a mercenary just as you both are. I'm no mealy mouthed, cosseted female that needs someone to look after her. I am well able to command and I've proven myself far more often then any man would ever have to do so. She growled, “Damn you... Off my skirt!!"
“Pita threw up a hand and with a disgusted look and moved away, her back to Fire and IHH. "Sometimes." She said and both men had to strain to catch her words.
"Sometimes you have to drop to your heels, take a good look around you and say to yourself. Now What?" And that's what I did. Her eyes glanced through the open window. She could see Dopa, Wheels. Major Hardon and LNQ, their raucous laughter reaching her ears clearer then their words. Each of the men seemed at ease, their weapons aside, giving into a welcomed respite. Her back still to Fire and IHH she began, and told her story of the afternoon and as far as she was concerned the most important detail, her discovery.
Rockets and bombs erupted about her as she dove again into the murky waters beneath the tower known as Satan's Delight. From the corner of her eye she caught the blazing illumination as Danger, an elite member of the clan LOA, his electrical shaft discharged in the water. The lost angels' body was splintered in every direction. A sharp expletitive left her lips and with a flick of a finger she shot the grappling hook upwards and soared out of the water fleeing the fall out of radiation that entered Danger's bloody system with the discharge, corrupting the water and all that were in the immediate vicinity. Propelling herself to the furtherest rise above the mountain side Pita slipped into cloak mode, her eyes eagle sharp as she scanned the various points about and below her, High upon a precipice over looking the bridge that spanned the River d' Slime she could see the ghostly white uniform of Verapamil , seen as well that the mercenary was heaving, his body bent over as he purged himself, his facial orifices dripping with blood a reaction due to the influence of the radioactivity that had been bequeathed to him with Danger's fatal discharge
Lost in memory of the earlier battle, Pita did not hear the door open, did not see the men whom entered quietly. The last of who slipped through the door, his body morphing as he leaned back against the door jam. Even as he turned his attention to his speaking friend, his hazel eyes turned amber, his strawberry blonde head turned almost ebony and the lilac of his uniform faded, becoming midnight blue instantly. Like a chameleon he changed at will, he bore no resemblance at all to the man known as LNQ; he had instead become Dash Rip Rock. Like the rest of the men gathered there in the control room, all attention was focused on the woman speaking; her words brought instantly a vivid image of the battle fought by their allies earlier in the day.
Pita’s eyes passed over the dying Verapamil and traveled further to the surface of the bridge where some of her people were engaged in hand to hand combat with those of the clan DOA. Death spots danced and swirled about them as one by one of the battling mercenaries either succumbed to the radiation infected air or fell victim to the weapons that fired continuously. Instinctively Pita knew that it was only a matter of time before the radiation fall out rose further upwards,
still cloaked she swept from the ledge, her gun aimed towards the hillside opposite her and with a blast that rung her ears, the mountainside disappeared, leaving it it’s place a portal opening with a window of mere seconds. Swiftly she flew through the starry void just as it closed and acting from
Instinctively she drew forth her battle axe and split into the body of another that was passing through from another dimension. A torrent of blood splattered her as the unknown mercenary’s body was split into. Head and chest flying past her and through the windowed passage that Pita had only just departed, while the trunk of the body jerked and spasmed at her feet, bowels and intestines spilling onto the floor in a pool of blood.
Laconically Pita, mistress of the Clan Cap’One stepped over the remains, her movements fleet and undetected as she worked her way from the inner keep of this realm known as Primal Fear in a Strange Dimension in search of the armory, her rockets all but depleted. Like a ghost Pita moved from one area to another.
She spared neither glance nor pity to the prone and lifeless forms of those that had been unable to regenerate. Almost she could hear Lord Ic3s of IHOC saying
“Dead body’s everywhere.” And smiled to her self at the memory even as she moved on her steps unerringly instinctive, likened to a cat she catapulted herself from level to level till she found the armory. Her hand to the door as to open it she stopped suddenly every fiber of her being attuned to the silence of the room beyond the door.
Motionless she stood and waited, there was no “real” sound within the armory and yet she knew with crystal clarity that she was not entirely alone and she knew instinctively that what ever lay beyond the closed door was totally alien to her. Curiosity swelled within her, slipping a hand into a pocket of her chaps, her fingers encircling the rune of passage.
Soundlessly she moved away from the door her back against the right side of the wall, never realizing as she did so that she was holding her breath, soundlessly she passed through the stoned surface into the main section of the armory. Moments passed before her eyes adjusted to the unusual brightness of the room, even more passed before she could convince herself that where the armory had been had in essence disappeared. Almost as if she had stepped through another portal and gone to another destination, yet another level of Primal Fear.
But that was impossible, for this was unlike anything she’d ever encountered before, she knew the other levels well, She had been here many times knew well the many levels that existed here, experienced each of the levels that made up this realm.
Pita knew even as she knew her own name, knew her own blood line. This wasn’t Primal Fear, nor was it any part of the many realms that made up the Netherworld. Her green eyes flitted about the room, traveled about this strange place she’d unerringly entered. Everywhere her eyes chanced to look were images and scenes of the last few years of her life. Images of the many battles she had taken a part in, images of people she knew, Others that she herself had slain, some of which were never able to return and still others that were friends and trusted allies.
Slowly she roamed about the “room”, her eyes searching the many pictures; it was as if she were seeing scenes not only of the past but those of the present as well. To her left upon a column was an orb and with her approach the swilling fog that had made up the mass of the orb cleared, the image became clear, within the orb she could see her closest friend and confidant,
Linuxwiz scaling a curtained wall, his body again fused and whole. Pita watched as Lin made the full transformation from dead to living, watched in full appreciation as her Lieutenant instinctively without turning aimed his rocket launcher behind him blowing Derelicts head from his shoulders. Lin didn’t turn, trusting his aim to be true, instead becoming part of the grappling hook his body sang through the air like the serenest aria neatly and soundlessly landing upon the rise of A’riquianna,
He stood there motionless and then as if he could actually see Pita, as if he somehow knew the other was watching, Lin saluted and then grinning disappeared within the stone.
Still gazing into the orb other images began to take shape, she watched as DOA planned the demise of her and those like her, she could hear their plans to use what ever means necessary in order to take out the stone fortress that housed her own clan.
“Hmm.” She murmured.
"Wish I had an M&M for every time I've said I don't trust women who carry rocket launchers." His quip and lopsided smile failed to penetrate the tension in the air as Pita's glance followed Fire's movements and when he turned suddenly it was to find her green eyes trained on him unflinchingly.
"I can not believe you did not wait till the rest of the squad got here, nor can I understand let alone believe that you would take it upon yourself to take on such a force with only a small compliment of soldiers at your side. What in the name of the Elder God's were you thinking?"
"What was I thinking?" I fail to see what business it is of yours how I use my own people." If Fire's Irish ancestry was showing in the flushness of his face and ever increasing elevation of his ire it was nothing in comparison to the icy coldness of Pita's voice. "I repeat, my company, my people"
She drew a breath. “ Yes we were up against a larger contingency of mercenaries, but that didn't make us the weaker, on the contrary, we held our ground and yes at first there were some losses, but most were able to re-assimilate and are still among my numbers. Then you returned with IHH, Dopa, and the others. As to your approval? I'm a mercenary just as you both are. I'm no mealy mouthed, cosseted female that needs someone to look after her. I am well able to command and I've proven myself far more often then any man would ever have to do so. She growled, “Damn you... Off my skirt!!"
“Pita threw up a hand and with a disgusted look and moved away, her back to Fire and IHH. "Sometimes." She said and both men had to strain to catch her words.
"Sometimes you have to drop to your heels, take a good look around you and say to yourself. Now What?" And that's what I did. Her eyes glanced through the open window. She could see Dopa, Wheels. Major Hardon and LNQ, their raucous laughter reaching her ears clearer then their words. Each of the men seemed at ease, their weapons aside, giving into a welcomed respite. Her back still to Fire and IHH she began, and told her story of the afternoon and as far as she was concerned the most important detail, her discovery.
Rockets and bombs erupted about her as she dove again into the murky waters beneath the tower known as Satan's Delight. From the corner of her eye she caught the blazing illumination as Danger, an elite member of the clan LOA, his electrical shaft discharged in the water. The lost angels' body was splintered in every direction. A sharp expletitive left her lips and with a flick of a finger she shot the grappling hook upwards and soared out of the water fleeing the fall out of radiation that entered Danger's bloody system with the discharge, corrupting the water and all that were in the immediate vicinity. Propelling herself to the furtherest rise above the mountain side Pita slipped into cloak mode, her eyes eagle sharp as she scanned the various points about and below her, High upon a precipice over looking the bridge that spanned the River d' Slime she could see the ghostly white uniform of Verapamil , seen as well that the mercenary was heaving, his body bent over as he purged himself, his facial orifices dripping with blood a reaction due to the influence of the radioactivity that had been bequeathed to him with Danger's fatal discharge
Lost in memory of the earlier battle, Pita did not hear the door open, did not see the men whom entered quietly. The last of who slipped through the door, his body morphing as he leaned back against the door jam. Even as he turned his attention to his speaking friend, his hazel eyes turned amber, his strawberry blonde head turned almost ebony and the lilac of his uniform faded, becoming midnight blue instantly. Like a chameleon he changed at will, he bore no resemblance at all to the man known as LNQ; he had instead become Dash Rip Rock. Like the rest of the men gathered there in the control room, all attention was focused on the woman speaking; her words brought instantly a vivid image of the battle fought by their allies earlier in the day.
Pita’s eyes passed over the dying Verapamil and traveled further to the surface of the bridge where some of her people were engaged in hand to hand combat with those of the clan DOA. Death spots danced and swirled about them as one by one of the battling mercenaries either succumbed to the radiation infected air or fell victim to the weapons that fired continuously. Instinctively Pita knew that it was only a matter of time before the radiation fall out rose further upwards,
still cloaked she swept from the ledge, her gun aimed towards the hillside opposite her and with a blast that rung her ears, the mountainside disappeared, leaving it it’s place a portal opening with a window of mere seconds. Swiftly she flew through the starry void just as it closed and acting from
Instinctively she drew forth her battle axe and split into the body of another that was passing through from another dimension. A torrent of blood splattered her as the unknown mercenary’s body was split into. Head and chest flying past her and through the windowed passage that Pita had only just departed, while the trunk of the body jerked and spasmed at her feet, bowels and intestines spilling onto the floor in a pool of blood.
Laconically Pita, mistress of the Clan Cap’One stepped over the remains, her movements fleet and undetected as she worked her way from the inner keep of this realm known as Primal Fear in a Strange Dimension in search of the armory, her rockets all but depleted. Like a ghost Pita moved from one area to another.
She spared neither glance nor pity to the prone and lifeless forms of those that had been unable to regenerate. Almost she could hear Lord Ic3s of IHOC saying
“Dead body’s everywhere.” And smiled to her self at the memory even as she moved on her steps unerringly instinctive, likened to a cat she catapulted herself from level to level till she found the armory. Her hand to the door as to open it she stopped suddenly every fiber of her being attuned to the silence of the room beyond the door.
Motionless she stood and waited, there was no “real” sound within the armory and yet she knew with crystal clarity that she was not entirely alone and she knew instinctively that what ever lay beyond the closed door was totally alien to her. Curiosity swelled within her, slipping a hand into a pocket of her chaps, her fingers encircling the rune of passage.
Soundlessly she moved away from the door her back against the right side of the wall, never realizing as she did so that she was holding her breath, soundlessly she passed through the stoned surface into the main section of the armory. Moments passed before her eyes adjusted to the unusual brightness of the room, even more passed before she could convince herself that where the armory had been had in essence disappeared. Almost as if she had stepped through another portal and gone to another destination, yet another level of Primal Fear.
But that was impossible, for this was unlike anything she’d ever encountered before, she knew the other levels well, She had been here many times knew well the many levels that existed here, experienced each of the levels that made up this realm.
Pita knew even as she knew her own name, knew her own blood line. This wasn’t Primal Fear, nor was it any part of the many realms that made up the Netherworld. Her green eyes flitted about the room, traveled about this strange place she’d unerringly entered. Everywhere her eyes chanced to look were images and scenes of the last few years of her life. Images of the many battles she had taken a part in, images of people she knew, Others that she herself had slain, some of which were never able to return and still others that were friends and trusted allies.
Slowly she roamed about the “room”, her eyes searching the many pictures; it was as if she were seeing scenes not only of the past but those of the present as well. To her left upon a column was an orb and with her approach the swilling fog that had made up the mass of the orb cleared, the image became clear, within the orb she could see her closest friend and confidant,
Linuxwiz scaling a curtained wall, his body again fused and whole. Pita watched as Lin made the full transformation from dead to living, watched in full appreciation as her Lieutenant instinctively without turning aimed his rocket launcher behind him blowing Derelicts head from his shoulders. Lin didn’t turn, trusting his aim to be true, instead becoming part of the grappling hook his body sang through the air like the serenest aria neatly and soundlessly landing upon the rise of A’riquianna,
He stood there motionless and then as if he could actually see Pita, as if he somehow knew the other was watching, Lin saluted and then grinning disappeared within the stone.
Still gazing into the orb other images began to take shape, she watched as DOA planned the demise of her and those like her, she could hear their plans to use what ever means necessary in order to take out the stone fortress that housed her own clan.
“Hmm.” She murmured.