Perfect War, Perfect Deception (OPEN [Rules inside])

OoC: NU WAI.

You heard about it, and here it is. What you have all been waiting for. There shall be EXPLOSIONS, GUN FIGHTS, and AWSOME all withen in this one RP. What's that you say? You want to be a apart of the fun?

WELL YOU CAN!

This is an Open RP, so anyone can join, but there is a catch. First: You need a Super Human, or Mercenary type character. Magic is allowed but we would prefer you not using it.

Secondly: Before posting you MUST PM me or I)ragon with your character, and we will decide if you can. We want this thread to move at a decent speed so NO HH...your not welcome =P

And that's it. PM me or I)ragon with your mercenary character! It's as easy as that! But spots are limited, so apply soon before they are all gone!


Also I)ragon Posts next. So no one else can post until he does...and if you do...I'll hurt you...Hurt you bad.


BIC:


The trick is not to look to causal. If you are decked from head to toe in weaponry, and equipment then obviously your a thief. In the same way if you look too normal then you'll be picked off by well trained rent-a-cop's. The thing is that by looking causal you look suspicious. No one is wandering near a famous museum in the middle of the night dressed in regular civilian ware. You have to be dressed up in some sort of way as to look a bit eccentric. That is how you justify your midnight parade, and how you get to avoid the eye of the ever watchful security team. After all they where the only real problem. The sentient creatures despite their insufferable ignorance, and stupidity where still able to think logically, compared to the booby traps, and wire fences they will catch even the smallest slip up, and everything had to go perfectly.

Opening up a structural diagram of the complex Derrik mused over the final points of his job. The letter he had gotten had told him to reach the Ruby stationed in the direct centre of the museum facility. Unlike the other exhibits this one was heavily guarded due to the price of the gem, and as such it would be no easy task infiltrating it. Prodding his finger over a bump in the map he found the one weakness in the security set up. The power generator was located outside the main building, in a small almost garage like secondary complex. It was held tight by steel doors, however there was always a way.

The Perfect human's blue eyes glanced up at the clock hanging on his Hotel room. Ten after. In fifty minutes the guards at the main gate would be changing, and that should allow him enough time to make it in without being detected. Then all he had to do was shut down the power generator and everything else was as easy as cake. Well except for them.

According to the letter he was sent there where more going after the same goal. He was not doing it for the money, but the mercenary Job offered to the victor paid a lot, and Derrik's funds where running out. If they got in his way he would have to dispose of them in what ever way necessary. He needed the funds to continue his mission and he want about to let a rag-time group of would be mercenaries take that away from him. Standing up, he grabbed his white trench coat, and hat heading out of his room. Walking down the hall and to the right he shared the elevator to the bottom floor with some old lady. As he reached dhe bottom he briskly walked off, ignoring the clerks friendly smile and wave.

Stepping out into the night air he felt a sigh of relief. The night was chilly enough that he could just barely see his breath in it. Looking up he saw the large building towering up from every direction, the perfect staple of modern society. Even at the middle of the night you cold not see the stars through the night through the endless glare of the city lights. As he walked towards the museum which was conveniently only a few blocks away his guns clicked lightly against their holsters.

Stopping shortly, he let his coat blow a little bit in the wind as he looked towards the museum. It was large and complex consisting of about six stories. The style on the outside seemed similar to pseudo roman, or Greek. There was nothing real about this place, just another among the thousands of exhibits showing life as it was for our society to gawk in amazement at. The human world seems so entranced by nature, vegetarians refuse to eat meet, yet drive SUV's. Naturalists don't condone the hunting of wild animals, yet welcome with open arms the killing of people different then themselves. Museums where supposed to help people understand the past to save the future, instead they just stand at awe of the past and never learn anything from. I suppose that is just another way people take something positive and turn it into a negative without even recognizing their own transgressions.

Sighing Derrik checked his watch, the time was almost nigh. Only five minutes until he needed to move. Pacing his steps he looked at the facilities. The parking lot was all but empty, only the cars of the security remained, and the path to the museum was barred by large gate, and a fence surrounding a man made field. It wouldn't be too hard he figured as he watched a car pull into the parking lot. Ducking behind a car for a second Derrik watched closely a blue suited figure opened the door of his Chevrolet, and walk towards the gate.

It was the time to move as the clock ticked down. The man unlocked the large gates, and started to push it close behind him without even looking. The time was now. As the door swung close Derrik bolts forward silently, as the door swung closed the so called “Perfect human” saw his chance for entering get slimmer, and slimmer. A clicking sound was heard as the door locked shut, causing the Guard to turn around as he walked. Seeing nothing he shrugged and continued on his way, but in the bushes Derrik stood up and brushed some twigs off his coat as the man entered the large structure.

Looking around quickly Derrik saw no other signs of movement, it seemed if the others he was told where trying for the same prize where either already inside, or yet to appear. He had hoped they appear, taking out a small power generator, and infiltration a museum was child's play, maybe a game of touch and go would spice the play up.

“You Emillio J Drake?”

The tall boy arched an eyebrow, looking surprised at the chubby man before him “... Yeeeeeah...”

“Here ya are” The black suited, middle aged man stated, handing the young man a vanilla envelope.

J looked dumbfounded at the man for a second, finally taking the latter and inspecting it over. “... wait...” the brown haired boy looked up again but the messenger was already back about his business, making his way through the crowded streets to whatever he was doing.

This didn’t make any sense to the young man. Never before had he given his full name to anyone in this world. And only a scarce few knew it from his home world. And how had the messenger been able to identify him? J hardly knew anyone in these lands, and no one he did know would contact J in such a manner. Not that he could think of, anyway.

J turned his attention back to the plain letter. There was no writing on it, no stamp, nothing. He tapped the letter with his index finger absentmindedly, looking around at the crowded street, and started walking back to his hotel. Anyone who went out of their way to learn J’s full name had to be someone important... or a stupid advertiser. One of the two.

A few blocks and a staircase latter, the tall young man was back in his hotel room. He tossed his windbreaker on the bed and sat down, peeling the fold the envelope open and dumping out the contents. A plastic, reflective, data page fell into his hand. Well, that was oddly high-tech for what he had seen in this city. It had a simple typed up letter written on its surface, with touch sensitive buttons that you could press to bring you to the next page.

Item of interest: The Hunters Ruby

Reward: $6,000,000,000

J nearly fell out of his seat at the cash reward. He stared at the number for a bit, but there was more to the reward.

You will also be given a staff job in our department, where we will have similar jobs that you will be able to choose from on a constant basis. The rewards will, of course, very from job to job, but we guarantee you, money will be the least of your concerns.

There is a catch, however. We have distributed this letter to a select number of individuals. Whoever, among you, is capable of bringing the precise ruby to our department first will be given the reward and the guaranteed employment. You will find information on the museum in which the ruby is held in this document. You have 48 hours.

This was big news. J always found it extremely hard to find work for himself. And also finding jobs he found expectable. At the moment he was still living off the relatively low reward he had received from his last job... which wasn’t... cool.

He still found it odd that the messenger was able to find him, and knew his full name, but the company certainly seemed to have its resources. While J wasn’t one hundred percent sure about taking the staff job, he definitely could use the six million dollars. Maybe then he’d be able to find out if Roery really was on this planet...

The former soldier pressed the button on the date page that took him to the next page. There was a detailed blueprints of the museum, along with all the information anyone would need t know before robbing it, including various advertisement meetings, tours that were being held, and the exact times the guards changed watch. After skimming over the sheet for a few minutes, it was already apparent exactly when and where he was going to make his move.

Do to various activities and security reasons, the next night at 8:05 was the soonest time for any kind of heist. J figured that was about the time everyone else would start showing up... Sounded kinda fun.

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The wait had been excruciating, having nothing really to do but plan, eat, and get some training in with his armor in an abandoned inside parking lot for a few hours. The fact that he spent the majority of his time as a completely regular and normal human, it was sometimes odd activating his armor again, and having so much power. In any case, it was finally time to move.

The guards were changing shifts, the electricians were testing and resetting the systems, the video types were being changed. The whole place was wide open. It almost seemed to be too perfect.

J stole through the shadows, armor on, helmet up, visor down, and black, stealth skin active. The HUD on his visor allowed him to see perfectly in the darkness, as well as pinpointing the location of each and every guard and security device. This was gonna be a cakewalk. The only thing to be concerned about was the other bounty hunters.

The armored man leaned his back against the east, exterior wall. He scanned the area once more before proceeding. Rising his left arm, he silently released his grapple, quickly latching on and flinging himself easily on top of the tall wall. He planted his feet on the inside of the wall and kicked off, latching himself to the fire escape with barely a sound. (All the while, avoiding the security cameras) Scaling the flight of stairs quickly, he made his way to the appropriate window and bent the anti theft bars, “removed” the lock, and slid open the window. He crawled through the opening and shut the window again just before the security system reactivated.

He was inside. Now came the fun part.

OoC: Ha! Keep forgetting to say this... >.> So far, we have me, Puck, Zorolo, King Daphnes, and Masked Legend joining the thread. But we still have one spot open. So join quick before someone else does!

Monroe looked blankly at the envelope that he had been given. The messenger had vanished without a trace, leaving the bounty hunter stumped as to what to do. The dark clad man ran his hands over his vest, feeling where his new photon daggers, which he had created in his spare time, were. The daggers' handles were in the shape of a box cutter, and worked similar in how they were activated. Just press up a small switch and the eight inch blade emerged from the four inch handle. It was simple.

Now then, the former assassin opened the package and let the small device fall into his hand. The strange, very futuristic device had several worthwhile things: A challenge, a prize, and possibly, a challenge. Monroe skimmed through his newest mission, and most lucrative as well, and tossed the thing away. Suddenly, it recurred to Monroe that he might need that little device, for at least the sake of a map. Monroe chuckled as he slid the device in his pocket. Perhaps this would be fun?

Preparations were easier then expected. The dark clad man already had most of what he needed on himself. The dark warrior stepped out into the midday sun and began his walk. He had a lot of planning and thinking to do. This wouldn't be an easy thing to get done, mostly if the others he was dealing with were skilled warriors. Well, if he did meet any, they'd be a great chance to test out some of his weapons, mostly his latest ones.

o=)----------Outside of the Northern Wall of the Museum---------(=o

Monroe listened idly to the music blasting on his Ipod as he watched the guards. He didn't really care about the information that the thing had given him, preferring to make a grand entrance, rather then go about a silent, stealthy entrance. However, for now, the dark clad man sat in the shadows of the building and its surrounding yard. So many ways to enter, and so few ways to get caught.

What the hell? Why not bust in?! It'd be the fastest way anyway. After all, it wasn't like normal police or guards could stop the enhanced human too easily. Luckily, logic moved into place and the dark clad man let sense take over. Rushing in there would give away his position to the others, who could be more stealthy and kill him from behind. He'd have to be careful in his movements, but that doesn't mean he couldn't kill a few people, did it?

The guard moved over to the security box and began to set the alarm. It would be easy to disable it if Monroe knew how the thing worked, but given the former assassin had no idea how to deal with the device, he wasn't about to try. He'd get the man to turn it off, then kill him. Simple enough plan.

Monroe became a blur of black as he moved down from where he was standing and appeared behind the guard, grabbing the guard by the neck and pointing the whirring blade of his photon dagger at the man's face. "You've got one choice: Turn off that security system. If you do, well, you'll live," the former assassin stated blankly. The nervous man quickly got to work, turning off the security system. Quickly, the bounty hunter let the man go, to which he quickly began to flee. "Except, I lied," the mercenary joked as he turned quickly and threw the photon dagger, embedding it in the man's head.

Vossler approached the man, pulling the dagger out of the guard's head and turning the blade off, sliding the hilt back onto his vest. Monroe headed over towards the entrance he had found and opened the door silently with the guard's confiscated keys. "Time to start the search," he told himself as he looked at the map. This might be tricky.

Dybia had been studying the building from the blueprint he had and from his binoculars on a rooftop a few buildings over. He was trying to get the exact location of all the cameras around the building. He had been in this spot for hours getting the patrols completely memorized down to every little falter the zombie like guys made.

He wasn't in this for the money, mainly for the time it took up. Secretly Dybia had an inheritance that set him up to live a normal care free life. He found that boring though, so he did this kind of work. He still couldn't help wondering why exactly this particular gem was worth this much to someone. Dybia didn't see so much value in rarity, but in usefulness.

Dybia saw his opening, and it was finally time to move. He could barely be seen if he had been watched. He quickly jumped from rooftop to rooftop, only making a small clink each time he landed because of the steel soles of his boots, until he reached the one closest to the building with the target. It was much father away that the others had been from each other, so Dybia took a fw steps back and drew his sword. He had a plan for right after the jump.

He got a running start towards the building and bounded off the raised edge of the one he was on. He could tell he wouldn't land on the building's roof but he took th shot and blasted the two cameras that would spot him where he would land, overloading them. He landed safely and unnoticed to the south of the building. He quickly ran over to the window thinking he'd have o break the lock to get in, but surprisingly the security system had just shut off. Getting in was much easier than he'd thought, and as far as he could tell by the guards' activity and by the security system being off the others after this target were in the building, and unnoticed.

Dybia started towards the center of the building where it was indicated on the map he was given that the gem was located. "Well, they probably won't be happy to see me." Dybia said to himself getting his sword Enola ready.

OoC: RULES MEAN NOTHING TO ME!!!

Vincent yawned and rolled over, wrestling his left arm out where he could check the time on the digital display. Two more minutes. The pirate captain stretched his arms out above his head and arched his back, a small grate-like purring sound escaping his lips. Bored, the neko fished the data device out of his overcoat pocket and scanned the map over again. Not that he didn’t already have it memorized. Sighing, the pirate leaned over the edge of his skiff, gazing down on the museum several storied below. The main lights were out, yet security lights cast a dim glow at key corners, accenting the guards’ flashlights that occasionally drifted along behind the tall windows. The neko glanced at his digital display again. One more minute. Securing the cutlass on his belt, Vincent sat up into a crouch in his floating skiff and grabbed a hold of his grappling hook, preparing to leap from the small craft.

Thirty seconds.

Vincent scratched at a canine with his fingernail.

Twenty.

The human-cat hybrid delicately rearranged his tricorne, aligning it perfectly with his triangular ears on either side.

Ten.

The pirate quickly typed in a series of command on a crystal-like HUD at the “control” area of the skiff, locking it in place. An emergency parking brake, if you will.

Five.

Vincent leapt gracefully over the side of the skiff, turning in midair and tossing the grappling hook at the small mast of the craft, the miniature boosters kicking in and propelling it around the titanium pole several times. The metallic cord tightened as the neko came to the end of the cords allowance, sending him into a wide swing that sent him under and to the opposite side of the skiff overhead, straight towards one of the museums top floor windows.

Now.

A tiny explosion—barely more than a flicker of flame—lit up in the center of the window, blowing the locking mechanism and casually pushing the double panes of glass inward. With a grace that could only be achieved through genetic manipulation, Vincent twisted himself sideways, sliding in through the narrow opening as he detached the grappling hook. The pirate hit the carpeted floor softly and went into a roll, coming up in a crouch just inches away from the windows opposing wall.

He was in. With cat-like stealth, Vincent went to work remotely unwinding his grappling hook and returning it to his side before closing the window and setting out on his way.

Truth be told this little game was maybe just a bit below the level of the Perfect Warrior, and he knew it. Casually he made his way towards the secondary complex that stood in the corner of the south-west walls. Standing two stories high the building was no mere power generator it also housed the entire security system controls, from there Derrik could watch all the other players, assuming he could get in.

Calmly the white grabbed mercenary headed towards the huge steel door, and knocked, one, twice, three times. he guards inside did not expect anyone and quickly scrambled to the door calling out, "Wh...Who is it?" Cowardly fools, of course there fear was well understandable as Derrik was not the kind of thief to tie someone up to tell the police later, no, when he went in no one came back out alive.

"Hey let me in it's my break," Derrik said in his best mocked voice. The foolish guards of course listened, the last mistake they would ever make. Judging from the work schedule Derrik hacked into on the internet he knew that there where exactly seven guards working the security system, hardly a challenge.

The door lifted open with an eerie creak just as Derrik's right arm blade extended with a satisfying shink. The first guard didn't even have a chance to react as his head fell to the floor courtesy the Perfect Assasin. His feet stepped silently into the room as the six left stared in complete awe, and fear.

One moved coming forward with his billy club, bad choice. Derrik grabbed the black weapon as it went towards him with his bare hand, and proceeded to break it in two, at the same time another of the foolish men came from behind his arm poised to strike. Quickly and efficiently the second man found himself launched into the first with a simple Judo technique, two bullet shoots later and they where both dead.

Pointing the silvery gun in his right hand Derrik fired two shots, that embedded themselves in another mans head, without even looking. Too easy, Derrik decided as he rushed forward stabbing one man in the stomach and pulling upwards cutting him nearly in half with a spray of blood. Turning quickly he stabbed yet another in the mouth killing him instantly with a bloody cough.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Three shots slammed into Derrik's back to no effect, turning around two more shots slammed into his chest cutting his shirt and nothing more. Cocking his head to the side he smiled sadistically as a bullet careened into his skull before falling to the ground with a clink. For a weapon of death it appeared ineffective.

Seconds later the man found himself on the ground a bullet safely in his brain. Returning his gun to his holster the blond haired murderer looked around, the building was basically a giant computer, all four walls where completely covered in monitors and the like, stretching all the way up too the roof. In the centre was a long pillar, most likely the power generator, but it had a chair, and key board attached to it, pointing to the outside, judging from the design it was used for the master controller allowing him to move up, down, and around to take a look at, and control, any of the equipment he wanted. Excellent.

Taking the Master seat Derrik smiled as he saw who he was up against on the large monitors, a strangely armored teen, an old man with a sword, a bitter man with high tech weaponry, and what appeared to be a cat person. With the click of a few button Derrik chuckled lightly as iron doors slammed shut in front of each of these men, causing them to recoil in surprise. Leaning towards a microphone Derrik's voice projected inside the large building for all to hear, "Welcome one and all, it seems the time has come and I am pleased to see such strong warriors taking this to heart. I have complete control over this entire complex, and I will be the one to decide how far you get, please enjoy your stay and don't die on me, I would like to kill each and every one of you with my own hands,"

OoC:...Ehh...It's not that good, but it is done.

OoC: Pish posh. You assume J would allow himself to be caught on camera? =P

BiC: The tall young man couldn't help but grin. The fool on the intercom must have really thought of himself as invincible. He was far too sure of himself. That would be his downfall right there. Chances were someone would take him out before J even had to deal with his high and mightiness.

J smirked and shook his head. If the man in charge really did think the museums blast doors could hold everyone back, then... lets just hope he didn’t. For his own sake.

The armored man promptly tore a hole in the iron door and continued on his way. There was enough noise going on around him now that he wasn’t too worried about attracting attention, especially since he already had the heat signatures and could already pinpoint most, if not all of the competing bounty hunters.

In any case, J’s top priority right now was ensuring that the Hunters Ruby hadn’t up and walked off, or this whole thing would have been a complete waist of time. After a few short moments of dodging all forms of predated (from J’s point of view) security sensors and cameras, J was on the second story banister overlooking the grand prize. It was still there, housed in a metallic pillar that stretched all the way to the ceiling with a three-foot section of glass that reviled the grand jewel. All around it stood an assortment of display cases housing other various stones and precise artifacts.

J frowned slightly from underneath his visor. He wasn’t entirely in love with the idea of high-powered battles braking out at the expense of priceless ancient artifacts. But there was nothing to be done for it either. J wouldn’t put it past the other hunters if one of them knew where he was by now, and it no longer mattered. The time for the ultimate game of rugby was at hand.

Dropping down to the ground floor with a thud, J strolled up to the glass housing under the pillar, swung his claw and shattered the silly see-through wall.

... Or... not... Huh.

There glass housing was not even scratched. J stepped back, fired two plasma bolts into the reflective surface and slammed his claw into the glass with nearly full force. Still nothing. Nothing at all.

Well this isn’t part of the plan... J thought to himself as he glanced behind him. Someone had attempted to sneak up on him. Of course, the heads up display on the armored mans visor would never allow such a thing. Looks like this wasn’t ganna be a grab and go mission after all.

OoC: There’s no posting order... So everyone post as fast as you can!

The voice spoke and the bounty hunter shoved his hands into his pockets, laughing at the man's statement. "What a pompous jackass," Monroe stated as he placed his right hand on the grip of his revolver and looked around. "However, I'm trapped," the dark clad man stated lowly, quickly drawing his gun and pulling the trigger, blowing a hole through a camera. "However I'm bored and disinterested," the fighter stated as he holstered his gun and started walking.

The quick steps of the mercenary through the museum, looking for where that voice had come from. Every so often, the warrior managed to find simply metal shudders, cutting some areas off from others. It hadn't occurred until just that moment, but the dark clad man suddenly realized something. He wasn't the only person in here. This mission might not be so easy after all.

That one guy had complete control over the building from the central area, whereas there might be others around there. "This could suck," the modern fencer stated as he thought about it. "If I'm not the only person here, then that means there are people besides GOD in this place, maybe? Knowing my luck, that guy is some small, wimpy teenager trying to be funny. Even so, I'll kick his ass later. First, time to find this..." Monroe thought about what he was looking for for a little while as he walked on, and then stopped.

The bounty hunter had, in his anger, forgotten what he was looking for. "Well, doesn't matter. Just means I've got a fight on my hands. Time to get to work," the mercenary stated as he looked at one of the metal gratings that had fallen down to stop advancement. With a quick and powerful kick, the metal wall shook, but didn't quite break. "All right, be a bastard," the enhanced human stated as a green blade burst forwards and cut all manner of movements into the metal wall until it fell and the dark clad man moved forwards. "Time to get looking," the bounty hunter stated as he moved on.

Dybia heard this arrogant voice over the speakers, and all he could think was, "Well, this is much more interesting than a simple theft." Dybia pointed his blade towards a camera in the corner and blasted it with electricity, and overloading it. Dybia let out a sigh and said "but I guess getting the job done comes first."

Dybia started running down the hallway, only stopping to give any cameras he saw a jolt. Dybia could tell from the way it was phrased in the earlier message over the speakers that he wasn't the only one on this job. "I should hurry before I'm beat to it." He was feeling good, a lot better than he did outside. All that waiting made him feel stiff, but with things picking up he was feeling more awake.

Dybia came to one of the shut iron doors in the hall. "Yeah, like this will stop me" Dybia said walking up to the door and getting a good grip at the bottom, "Ok, 1...2...3!" Dybia ran the electricity through his body and into the door to fry anything electronic keeping it shut. With Dybia's body powered up he hefted it up enough to slip by, and he kept running down the hallway.

Dybia got suddenly annoyed when he quickly came to another shut door. "Ok, screw subtlety!" Dybia reared back getting ready to break down the door, and quickly started a flurry of punches that after about 20 hits finished the door. Just as Dybia walked over the destroyed door he heard another door being destroyed. "Well that's one way to go then." Dybia said taking off in that direction.

ooc: I)ragon11 asked me to join, so here I am!

Let's breath some life back into this thing!

bic:

Jennifer Frost powered down her computer, getting ready to go to bed for the night. Just as she was turning off the lights, she heard a quiet beep coming from her bedside table. She walked over to the nightstand, picking up her PDA. The screen was empty and dark, except for a small envelope icon in the middle. She touched the icon with her finger, and the PDA began to connect to her email service to retrieve the new message. Jennifer hadn't been expecting a message from CORE, but perhaps a private client had a late-night request. The message took a second to load, and then displayed on the screen.

> > > from : ANONYMOUS (unknown sender)
> > > to : eidolon (Jennifer Frost)
> > > subject : mission information
> > > attachments : blueprints.pdf, schedules.txt, 8753677000.txt, GPS coordinates

>>>content:

Dear Mr./Ms. Eidolon,

We have heard of your sublime skills in the espionage and stealth departments, and are requesting your recruitment for a mission. The goal of the mission is to retrieve an item, called "the Hunters Ruby," from a high-security museum. The reward is no less than six billion dollars cash. This mission has been assigned to no less than five other capable people, and you will be working against them. They may attempt to assault you with lethal force, and they are more than able to do so, and thus this mission may be a threat to your well being. The prize is not an insignificant one, though, and we hope that you will be willing to attempt it. Attached are blueprints of the location, GPS coordinates . . .

Jennifer took a minute to read the entire mission briefing. This was certainly not a normal request. Usually, she would only accept assassination missions from private clients, but six billion dollars was a large amount. She doubted whomever sent this really had that much money, but the message seemed quite legit. She figured there wasn't any harm in checking it out. She could hold the ruby hostage until payed the appropriate amount, in case they didn't really have six billion hanging around.

Frost got into her armor suit, and pulled her weapon box out from under her bed. She unlocked it, and opened it up. Sitting right on top was the box for her laser carbine, which she picked up and set on top of the bed. The plasma armguns were right underneath that, and she set those both on the ground. A heavy and well armored box was sitting right under those, and she opened it up. Inside were several glass cylinders, filled with pressurized liquefied plasma. When depressurized and energized, the liquid would turn into deadly gaseous plasma. She pulled out all the green cylinders, and set them aside. She probably wouldn't need any other weapons, so she closed and locked the box, sliding it back in place.

Jennifer opened up the box that held her laser carbine, and took out the individual pieces. In a couple seconds it was put together, and hanging over Jennifer's back from its strap. She picked the plasma guns up off the floor, and loaded the plasma canisters into them. Then she attached the weapons to straps on her armor, where they hung down from her hips. Lastly, she picked up her armored helmet. The helmet would cover her head, and the visor hide her face. Typically, she wouldn't use it on a private mission, as CORE did not allow her too. However, this was more than just a simple assassination, and Jennifer needed the important functions of this helmet. It would be easier to ask CORE for forgiveness than permission. She slid it over her head, becoming the faceless secret agent she was trained to be.

As she began to head out her front door, she remembered to grab one more thing. She threw her black hooded clock over her body, completing her ghostly guise.

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Jennifer locked up her vehicle as she stepped out onto the street. The sky was blank and the stars hidden by the light pollution haze rising from the city. The air was chilly, but Jennifer couldn't feel it inside her armored suit. She could see it, however, as it flashed on the screen of her visor. A couple other notices flashed on the screen, including air pressure, humidity, wind speed and direction, and the time. They remained only long enough for Jennifer to read them, and then disappeared to clear her vision. They would reappear whenever Jennifer wanted them too.

Frost activated the visor's enhanced nightvision function, brightening her view, and then began to walk down the street. The museum was only a block away, and it was closed for the night. As she approached it, she noticed that the gates were shut and locked. Not a problem at all, of course. Her visor identified the electrical signals and tracked the locations of a couple security cameras, watching the gates. She pulled out her laser carbine, turned it on, set it to low power, and charged it up. A couple shots disabled the cameras, and she approached the gates.

The electronic security lock was armed, and to open the gates she would need the appropriate passkey. Instead, she pulled out her PDA and activated the electronic hack system. Holding the PDA up next to the security lock, it automatically cracked the passcode and unlocked the gates, all within fifteen seconds. Jennifer passed through the gates and into the museum's inner yard. Her helmet located a couple more cameras, which she disabled swiftly enough with her carbine. She approached the building, and leaned up against the wall. Security guards ran by in a panic, talking into their walkie-talkies. Her helmet's radio transmitter function automatically scanned the channels and located the one they were talking on.

"...got a man down, I repeat, we've got a man down! Security, lock this place down! Security, do you read? Security? Security, do you read? Securi-" the channel faded into static as the radio scanner identified another signal on a different channel, and quickly switched to it.

"...come one and all, it seems the time has come and I am pleased to see such strong warriors taking this to heart. I have complete control over this entire complex, and I will be the one to decide how far you get, please enjoy your stay and don't die on me, I would like to kill each and every one of you with my own hands."

Oh, really? Jennifer thought to herself. This person must be one of the other people hired to steal the ruby. Good luck killing a ghost... Jennifer turned around to face the museum wall, and reached her left arm up. She pushed a button on her left wrist with her right index finger, and a hook attached to a cable shot out of her wrist and embedded itself on a ledge at the top of the building. She pushed the button again, and she flew up six stories to the roof of the museum, her cloak billowing behind her. To anyone who might have seen her from afar, which nobody did, she would have looked very much like her codename would suggest; a ghost, a phantom, a shade, a shadow flickering in the night.

On the roof now, Eidolon walked around until she located what she knew would be there from studying the blueprints so thoroughly. A large glass skylight. Opening it would activate an alarm, breaking it would do the same, as well as giving away her position due to the noise it would cause. Instead, Jennifer pulled out her laser carbine, and charged a low-powered beam. When it was charged, Frost activated the invisible beam, and it cut a large circle out of the glass. The circle of glass dropped fifteen feet onto the carpeted ground, making hardly a swooshing sound on its way down, and the strong glass remained unbroken.

Eidolon lowered herself slowly into the room with her abseiling cables, taking out the nearby security cameras before they could spot her. When her feet touched the ground she released the cables.

"Well, now I'm in. Time to find that ruby, and get out."

OoC : I)ragon gave me the OK to post, and he said everyone else had agreed...complaints to my PM box please .

==several days before the heist==

It was just another busy day for Falenor. He switched the lights off in the warehouse he stored his inventions in and watched for a second as the fluorescent globes flickered out one by one, plunging the surroundings into darkness. It was rather late, so Falenor headed for the hotel he was sleeping in, almost missing the fragments of paper in the darkness.

Now normally one wouldn't pay these any attention, but Falenor was in an unusually curious mood, so he picked them up. From what little he could read of the torn print, he managed to glean a few small snippets of information; "...The Hunter's Ruby...", "...enclosed are blueprints and sch...", "...48 hours to acquire this valua..."

Putting two and two together, Falenor realized that someone had hired someone else to steal this Hunters Ruby. His pulse suddenly quickening, he bolted back into the warehouse with kinetically enhanced speed, eliciting more than a few strange looks from people he passed. Opening the doors quickly, he flicked the light switch on and waited a few seconds for light to wash over the massive area, then ran to his computer and switched it on.

The monitor hummed to life within a few seconds, booting up an operating system Falenor had written himself for the computer. He quickly booted up FalBrowse (as good at coding as he was, his naming was somewhat unimaginative), and began scouring the Internet for any mention of the Hunter's Ruby. He mostly found a bunch of nonsense about this object of immense power, but one suspicious-looking anonymous email piqued his interest. He quickly battered down the virtual defenses around the message and began to read.


> > > from : ANONYMOUS (unknown sender)
> > > to : eidolon (Jennifer Frost)
> > > subject : mission information
> > > attachments : blueprints.pdf, schedules.txt, 8753677000.txt, GPS coordinates

>>>content:

Dear Mr./Ms. Eidolon,

We have heard of your sublime skills in the espionage and stealth departments, and are requesting your recruitment for a mission. The goal of the mission is to retrieve an item, called "the Hunters Ruby," from a high-security museum...

Falenor almost jumped out of his seat. While the tales of the Ruby being able to find and destroy anything, anywhere might have been preposterously exaggerated, but it was still an incredibly powerful gem as far as rubies went. Just the thing Falenor needed to amplify his own powers. So he grabbed a few choice gadgets and tore out of the warehouse after printing the attachments off, not even bothering to read the rest of the letter.

He spent the next day carefully analyzing the information he'd printed off for a weak point in the security. There was one, but it was a couple of days away, which Falenor found rather irritating. On the plus side, it gave him two days to throw together whatever equipment he was likely to need, so he threw together a quick list:

Darkness projector (1)
EMP grenade (10)
Vacuum silencer (5)
Scanner glasses (1)
Radio jammer and receiver (1)
Remote system access tool (1)

Of course, several of these didn't even exist, so Falenor was very busy over the next couple of days. He just managed to finish the silencers in time...well, if you can call finishing them while flying at barely subsonic speeds to the museum "on time".

He landed just outside the back of the museum with a muffled thud; luckily, there were no guards nearby. Unfortunately, there was no entrance around the back, and forcibly making one would be far too loud. Consulting the building plans, he spotted a skylight somewhere near the east corner of the roof. Kinetically boosting his jump, Falenor leaped onto the roof and melted the glass, slipping quietly into the building. Good, there's no-one else here, he thought to himself...how very wrong he was.

OoC : I just couldn't resist the urge to make him unaware of everyone. xD

Derrick looked stone faced at the monitor in front of him, so far everything was working to his advantage. The Security team where running around in a panic outside the building after it had locked them outside, with any luck they would soon call the police and things would really start to get interesting. Meanwhile, derrick clicked through the monitors till he visuals of three of the other attempted thieves inside the building. He had managed to arouse their anger at least a little bit, which could only play well for derrick.

For a museum the security the place had was unfathomable leading the white clad assassin to assume the building was once a military complex or something of the sort. Derrick focused two monitors onto the two people who where closet to each other. One was a tall lanky man, decked from head to toe in what could only be described as pseudo-realistic armour, while the other was a much older man (Derrick had guessed his age at 45-47 years) with greying hair who carried a sword that looked far to ornamental to be real.

While these two had the capacity to break down the doors he moved in their way, humans like energy will always take the path of least resistance. So as long as he kept a path open they would go through it, or so as his hypothesis. Carefully opening up the paths he created manipulated the hallways so that the two men, given they followed the paths, would meet up. “That should take care of at least one of them” Derrick murmured absent mindedly.

Checking his eyes in the sky again he watched as a new competitor leapt into the building with carefree abandon. He seemed completely unaware of Derrick’s presence, or anyone else’s for that matter. Without so much as a smile derrick flipped a switch causing red light to coat the room, and a loud automated voice to boom over the speakers “INTRUDER! INTRUDER! INTRUDER! THE ATHOURITIES HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED! INTRUDER! INTRUDER! INTRUDER!”

Derrick sighed as he turned his attention to the three people he hadn’t begun to screw with yet. One appeared to be some sort of cat-human hybrid, judging from his appearance the perfect assassin reasoned he was not really worth the effort, and if he did come back to bother him Derrick would just throw catnip at him.

The other two looked to pose a much bigger threat, the Women seemed to be armed with a futuristic weapon that not even derrick could quite put his finger on, but he guessed not even his armour like skin could stop it. Judging from the map Derrick saw that she was relatively close in proximity to one of the others-namely the man who Derrick had turned the Security Features on- so as he had done before the white clad man manipulated the hallways so that the two would meet. Though Derrick suspected that the feisty women would be far less likely to give way to his whims.

The last posed a problem however; his black clothing seemed to stand at odd contrast with derricks white attires. He seemed ruthless, and perhaps heartless; if he did have a conscious he must have hid it very well. “You’re mine” Derrick jumped from his seat in the control room, landing softly on the hard ground floor below. He had never planned to spend a lot of time in that room, only enough to cause confusion; which he had achieved. With a mild sense of arrogance derrick half heartedly vacated the control room, not before throwing a grenade inside to disrupt it’s abilities of course, and took a slow jaunt to a side door which he had unlocked for himself just minutes earlier.

Entering the building the white clad man already had a good idea of where the dark clad man was. Walking slowly with his cane the sound of a door being blown open was his clue to where he was. With slow steps derrick saw the unhinged door, still smoking. Yet the Thief was not there.

OoC: That will do.

Ooc: Just for a note, Monroe's in his Quincy form now, just to keep things interesting. ^_^

BiC: The dark clad man simply walked down the hall way, not really too concerned with the trail of dead guards behind him. The Quincy spun the handle of his Seele Schneider around his finger half heartedly as he walked along. This was an awful ploy if Monroe had ever seen one. It was too obviously some kind of half assed trap some idiot had set up. "Not that it matters, mind me," the Quincy muttered to himself as he placed the handle back onto his belt, "because if they want something interesting to happen, they've got it."

The sound of footsteps entered his ears as someone sounded to be drawing near. Another sheep to the slaughter, he guessed. After all, these guards didn't seem to be normal guards. More like unfortunate victim. The only thing about this whole adventure that bothered Monroe a little was how senseless the destruction he was bringing about was. Still, if he pulled this job off and got paid for it, he and his family wouldn't have money troubles. "Sorry, folks, but your jobs put you in a bad place at a bad time. I need this money... so I never have to do anything this pointless again."

The sound of footsteps drew closer and closer until the dark clad man looked at a man who was in stark contrast in terms of wardrobe. This man wore all white, and carried himself without a care in the world as he strode towards Monroe. The Quincy continued his movements, the steps they both made timed almost in sync with each new step.

"So, you killed every guard that got in your way?" the man asked as he continued to walk forwards.

"Yeah, poor fools. If they were gonna stop me, they had to be dealt with. Only useful thing that I learned from the people that brought me back.'

"Well," the white adorned man said as he two walked past each other and moved a few more steps forwards, "I guess that means we've got us an old fashion Mexican Standoff."

"But in Mexico, its just a standoff," Monroe joked as he stood quietly. "So, why are you here, anyway? I know you're not here simply to talk."

"Nope, I'm just looking to kill some time, and possibly a competitor."

"Well, Derrik," the dark clad man said, cracking a smile, "Tracey told me that your skin is hard as diamond. I'm gonna see if I can crack it. Her bullets couldn't break through, but my fists should do just fine."

"Well, you know that little cop that fought with me. Poor girl didn't know what she was against," the man said with a shrug, despite the fact the two weren't looking at each other still.

"I'll just have to give you an extra good beating, then. I don't much like people who threaten the people I care for. Even if it isn't right now, you did probably hurt her at one time, so I'm going to show you what happens to people that do that."

"Show me, then" the man said as he turned and drew one of his guns, firing off a quick shot towards Monroe.

The Quincy smiled as he looked at the bullet and evaded quickly to the side, the bullet whizzing harmlessly past him. The dark clad man quickly formed his bow and drew back the string, firing off an arrow. "Try some of this."

The white clad man effortlessly stepped to the side and smiled. "Too slow."

"Keep watching," Monroe stated as he saw Derrik turn back. The wall behind Derrik that had been hit by the arrow had a huge hole in it where the arrow had struck. "Now then, come on!" the Quincy said as he began to fire off arrows rapidly. It had been a while since he had fought someone who didn't have bizarre powers. That meant one thing: this would be fun.

“INTRUDER! INTRUDER! INTRUDER! THE AUTHORITIES HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED! INTRUDER! INTRUDER! INTRUDER!”

The alarm jolted Falenor to his senses; he'd just charged into the building heedless of what could be going on or what alarms might be set.Guess I'll have to make this quick, he thought grimly to himself, remembering to sense the surrounding area this time. His irritation quickly turned to shock as his careful search was interrupted by a gunshot. Surely the authorities couldn't have arrived that fast?

Before the echo of the shot had even begun, Falenor began sensing around for wherever else the sound was traveling. He found only a wide circle, as expected, but this was enough to let him pinpoint the location of the shot, since it was just at the center of the circle. Concentrating on the area, he saw two...people? They didn't seem like just people. He quickly noted two things: neither of them had been killed by the gunshot, and they were both blocking his path to the Hunter's Ruby. He would have tried another route, but there was only one way in and out of that chamber. Smart, Falenor muttered to himself irritably.

He quickly made his way to the corridor to see a pair of men holding weapons. He would have assumed they were specialist guards except for the fact that they seemed to be fighting each other. Luckily, they seemed not to have spotted him. Not so luckily, the corridor was narrow enough so that he couldn't just try and slip past them. That was when he noticed the rough hole in the wall just behind one of the combatants. I might not be able to sneak past them in the corridor...he thought deviously.

He spent a couple seconds peering into the corridor preparing a simple plan, then quietly slipped his darkness projector out of his pocket. Complicated-looking calculations and measurements popped up on the little screen mounted into the devices back, explaining exactly where the unit was preparing to project. There was no visible way to interface with the device: it was designed so that Falenor interacted with it by directly manipulating the electricity inside it, which had the handy side-effect of stopping other people use it, and practically made it an extension of his mind.

Within a few seconds, the projector was shrouding a wide path from Falenor's current position to the hole. As he crept through the newly-generated darkness, an arrow whizzed straight towards his shoulder, prevented from ending his mission right there and then only by the cloak he wore suddenly hardening and causing the arrow to bounce back out of the darkness, landing with an audible noise on the ground. Silently cursing, he practically flew the rest of the way to the hole and found himself in an adjacent room.

The problem of authorities arriving soon pressing on his mind, he pulled out the little access tool he was carrying, punching in a few combinations on the keypad as he did so. Within seconds a fully functional computer terminal, complete with satellite dish, stood before him. He used it to patch into the museum's computer system, the intention being to lower security doors around the combatants and blast back into the corridor. There was one slight hitch in this plan: as soon as he was hooked up to the network, it sent his unit a particularly nasty virus. It was fixable, of course, but it would take hours most likely; longer than he had right now.

It didn't take him long to come up with a different solution. Searching with his mind, he found the circuits that held the doors up and promptly blew them out, triggering an emergency protocol that lowered the doors immediately. With the fighters safely out of the way for a few seconds, he simply blasted through the wall back into the corridor on the other side of the blast door with kinetic force and strolled into the chamber containing the Hunter's Ruby.

It was surrounded with some sort of see-through barrier, but a quick examination revealed that it wasn't going to break easily. A more in-depth examination would be required in order to remove this obstacle, so Falenor moved towards a corner on the room and fixed his eyes on the Ruby's prison, blissfully unaware of the room's other occupant, focusing intently.

OoC : Monroe and Derrick probably wouldn't have noticed him anyway, but hey =P

ooc: Eidolon is invisible, a ghost in the system, a phantom in the shadows, a shade in the night. At the very least, even if Derrik was somehow able to see her, for however short a period of time, he wouldn't know her gender, seeing as she's covered in that armor of hers.

ic:

"Authorities have been notified, police are sending a SWAT team to the museum premises. Emergency medical transport will also be arriving shortly. Security has been compromised, several men down..." Jennifer turned off her radio scanner, filling her helmet with silence. She considered going through her list of MP3's saved onto the helmet's hard drive, but she reconsidered, deciding that she would need to keep her senses on high alert. Already she had been briefly caught on a camera she hadn't been prepared to disable. Though, from the radio messages she'd intercepted, security wouldn't even be watching the camera feed...but someone else was, and they might be worse than meager security guards.

She made her way down the carpeted museum hallway, for the moment unhindered. She had luckily landed in a somewhat calm part of the building; most of the action was happening elsewhere. Nearly every door she passed was locked, but it didn't matter. A few doors were conveniently unlocked, and they lead in the general direction she needed to go to reach the museum's prime exhibit. Almost too convenient, Eidolon realized. Once again she stood in front of a locked door, and right next to it, an unlocked door. The security locks appeared to be remotely activated. It's like someone is leading me somewhere on purpose...

Just to spite whomever it was, she blew open the locked door and went inside. The room beyond was dark, but her nightvision capable visor allowed her to see despite the darkness. The room was a maintenance room of sorts, various tools and cleaning agents stored on shelves. According to the map she'd uploaded to her helmet, she could go through this room, and eventually get to the Ruby. "This is so far proving to be way too easy," Jennifer muttered to herself. She walked around the shelves, stepping over a box of light bulbs, and a few bottles of chlorine bleach, to get to the other side of the room. The door had a window in it, and through it she could see the room beyond. Red lights lit the room, and a siren was warning any intruders that the authorities would be called.

The door was again locked, and a quick shot from her carbine loosened the bolts a bit, allowing the door to swing freely open on its hinges. She walked into the room, and her helmet notified her of a sudden temperature decrease in the general area. She looked up to see another busted skylight, letting all the warm air out. Jennifer scanned the floor looking for broken glass, but there didn't appear to be any. Instead, spots on the carpet appeared to be burned black, and small droplets of blackened glass littered the ground. Jennifer picked up one of the glass teardrops, noticing it was still warm. A weapon that can liquefy glass? Theoretically, my weapons could do that, but not as efficiently as this...best be wary.

The visor display on her helmet suddenly flashed an alert, warning her to face left. She did, and noticed a couple figures running down the corridor towards her. "Security! Put your hands in the air-" one of the guards began to say. He quickly twisted on one leg and dropped to the ground, clutching his leg and writhing in pain, as Jennifer's laser rifle clicked in his direction, sending an invisible beam through his right kneecap. The second guard hesitated for a moment, and then emptied the magazine of his pistol in Frost's general direction. Nearly all of the shots missed, due to the guards unease, but two of them glanced harmlessly off her bulletproof armor. A laser ripped through his thigh, sending him to the ground as well.

Jennifer walked over the two men, kicking away the first guard's gun as he tried to pull it out of its holster and aim it at her. "Don't even try. You're lucky I didn't kill you. As it is, you should both live. If you're lucky, you might even be able to walk again.

"Oh. Except you. You'll at least need a knee replacement first. Also, your radios are jammed, don't even try." Jennifer left the two guards there, knowing that more would arrive soon due to the alarm and such. She followed the blueprints displayed conveniently on her visor, and soon found herself right outside the room with the Hunter's Ruby. Blocking the way was a large steel security gate. The gate had no mechanism with which she could open it with; it was activated remotely. She tapped the gate with her knuckles a couple times. It sounded thick, and certainly not hollow. She looked up at the ceiling, and fired her grappling cable at it. The hook sunk deep into the material. She retracted it again. Can't go through...I guess I'll go over. She pulled out her plasma armguns, and warmed up the plasma cells. She stood back from the steel door, and aimed her arms at the ceiling above it.

Ten seconds later, there was a large hole in the ceiling, smoke pouring out if it and rubble littering the ground. The frame that the door slid into was of course steel as well, but from inside the ceiling she could navigate around it. She used her grappling cables to climb up inside the ceiling, and made her way past the frame, and the various electrical wires, water pipes, and ventilation shafts that ceilings generally hide. She checked the blueprints again. Yes...I should be right above it now... She didn't want to bust through so indiscreetly, in case there was someone in the room already, so she pulled out her laser carbine. The invisible beam was able to cut a small portion of the ceiling out, and she pulled the scraps up inside.

She peeked her head out, and sure enough, the Hunter's Ruby was almost directly beneath her, kept safe behind a shell of glass. Her infrared scanners quickly informed her that there were other people in the room, and where they were exactly. She could see a couple of guards standing on the balcony overlooking the showcased gem, knowing that it was an obvious target. They were apparently unaware of the intruders in the room. They were both wielding shotguns. A beam from Eidolon's rifle quickly divided the shotguns in two, the pieces dropping harmlessly to the ground. The guards looked around in fright and confusion, pulling out their pistols. A sudden wound to their wrists suddenly caused them to drop their guns, and clutch at their hands in pain. It was almost as if an invisible beam of intense heat tore through their wrists from nowhere. Fearing further harm, both guards evacuated the room.

Now, to deal with the thieves. Or potential thieves, as I see the Ruby is still in place. She figured that perhaps she could steal it from here. She used her carbine to try and cut a hole through the glass, but the beam was largely ineffective, barely scoring the surface. The beam could no doubt pass through the glass at full power, but she couldn't maintain a constant beam at such power...only a short term burst, before it would have to recharge. At low power, it could take several minutes to cut through the glass...likely, her weapon would go completely dry of charge before making a large enough hole to extract the gem. It was strong stuff indeed.

Before she could think through the situation, one of the other intruders started moving. He'd probably gotten curious, as he no doubt had heard the guards cry in pain, and was wondering what had happened. The man strolled into a part of the room that Jennifer could see through the small hole she'd made in the ceiling. In fact, he walked right underneath the hole...convenient. Let's make this quick. She put her weapons away, and pressed a small switch on her right wrist. A short, but deadly sharp, blade shot out from her armor, extending above and beyond her hand. She leapt down from the hole in the ceiling, dropping straight down, silent save for the sound of her cloak is it fluttered and billowed around her.

Whoosh.

The man had only a second to glance upward as she landed atop him, the cloak covering them both as the man collapsed to the ground under the sudden weight. She clamped her left hand over the man's mouth, and brought the knife on her right wrist to the man's neck. She spoke into the man's ear, her helmet making the voice sound deep and menacing. "Tell me who you are, and give me one reason not to kill you! Now!"

The request seemed almost paradoxical given his current inability to speak, but this didn't prove to be a problem. Projecting his voice to just behind the woman's left ear, he formed words by rippling the air precisely; though difficult, he wasn't going to get anything across otherwise anytime soon. "My name is Falenor. And as for why you shouldn't kill me..." he chuckled slightly through her hand and motioned towards his neck with a slight nod. Jennifer looked down at her blade and noticed no immediate difference.

"I don't know what you're up to," she said in that same menacing voice, "but I assure you your situation is serious." To underscore the point she slashed her weapon across his neck, but not strongly enough to kill. When she pulled her weapon away, she noticed two things about it: firstly, there was no blood on it or Falenor's neck. Secondly, it was blunt. Falenor chuckled a little more to himself and threw the girl off with a short kinetic burst, noting that she flipped over in midair quickly and landed on two feet and her left hand, her right hand now holding some sort of weapon. The resulting standoff gave him time to analyze the inner workings of the weapon, which impressed Falenor so much that some of it even showed in his expression.

"Nice gun you've got there..." he said almost admiringly, but still with a healthy tinge of sarcasm. "Now, down to business: I don't believe I've given you a reason not to kill me yet. On an unrelated note, that was very kind, in it's way...Anyway, I have a reason, but it all depends on if you can break that glass or not." What Falenor didn't tell her is that he knew she couldn't, having also used the time to check the laser gun's capabilities against the Ruby's encasing material. The results, not surprisingly, weren't favorable. "If you can, then I suggest you try to kill me as fast as possible so you can get to the Ruby unhindered. If not...I would advise you to remember two things. One, I am not after the Ruby exactly. I just want to look at it so I can work out how to duplicate the atomic structure for my own purposes. Naturally I'd prefer to walk away with it, but that's beside the point. Secondly, just before your unsolicited attack, I discovered a way to break the glass-like material. Unfortunately, it requires some concentration since it involves a VERY precise sound frequency."

Falenor paused for a second to gauge the thief's reaction. She seemed interested, if slightly. Good, he thought to himself. "Now, I am beginning to suspect we aren't the only ones after this gem, so I propose to you this deal: you keep an eye on the situation around us while I break the barrier, we get out of here and to one of my private research facilities where I will run the necessary tests, and then you can have the ruby."

"If you accept, just point that weapon of yours towards the door instead of me. If not, I guess there's nothing for it but for us to fight over it. If you would try and backstab me, remember that it gains you nothing; I am as capable of analyzing a tiny shard of the Ruby as I am the whole, and while I would hate to shatter such a beautiful and powerful gem..," Falenor's tone became slightly aggressive near the end of his pitch. Now there's nothing to do but wait and see what she thinks, he thought.

"Oh, and one last thing. I would be incredibly grateful if you also let me analyze those weapons you carry in-depth...the technology looks interesting, to say the least," he chuckled slightly.

OoC : Forgive me the short post, but...let's just say I wanted to wait for an actual reaction rather than powerplay one. Ball's in your court, Lysi- er, Jennifer ;P

Jennifer considered the man's offer, looking him over. He seemed sincere enough. She glanced again at the glass barrier protecting the Hunter's Ruby from theft. The glass was strong, and she probably wouldn't be able to get through it with her laser carbine. She looked down at one of her plasma rifles, attached to her leg. The plasma cell canister within one of them could be sacrificed. The resulting explosion from one of those cells rapidly decompressing would likely shatter the glass shell, and vaporize the man calling himself Falenor, along with anyone else in the room. She could get far enough away from the explosion, and trust her armor to deflect most of the energy. The man sounded trustworthy, though, so she decided to file that plan away as Plan B. Backup, in case the man was trying to deceive her.

Eidolon stood up straight, and pointed her gun down and away from Falenor. She detracted the dulled blade on her wrist, still unsure how the man had managed it. "I will work with you for now," she said, her visor keeping her voice deep, but making it a little clearer and less minatory. "But I warn you, one wrong move and you're dead, no hesitation." Her visor flashed a small notice on screen, informing her that another heat signature in the room was moving. She'd noticed the person before she even came in the room, but they hadn't been in her line of sight until now. It was another man, dressed in some sort of armor suit. He was hiding in the dark shadowed corner of the room, behind Falenor, and on the ground nearby him was the unmoving body of a guard. He seemed unaware that she was aware of his presence. He moved slowly, staying hidden, probably waiting for the right time to strike...

"Now, for the time being I will trust you. You get the gem out of that case, we can take it wherever, do whatever studies you want. I'll take it later and turn it in for the reward. Hey, we can even share the profit." She wasn't necessarily sure on that last point, but hopefully it would reassure him and keep him loyal. "You're going to have to trust me too. Don't move."

Jennifer shot the grappling cable from her left arm up into the ceiling, at the same time swinging her carbine away behind her back. She equipped her plasma armgun, putting her right arm deep inside it and activating it, while leaping into the air to swing by the cable. She put her feet forward and swung right past Falenor, releasing the cable just as she began arcing upward again. She flew right into the other man, colliding hard into him and knocking them both to the ground. She put the barrel of her plasma gun to the man's head, activated the ominous filter to her helmet again, and spoke. "Who are you!?"

Before they had even stopped moving, J managed to twist his body and shove the assailant from himself, spinning on his hand as he slid to his feet. The black cloaked bounty hunter landed on her feet also, probably unhappy about losing control of the situation already. She fired off her grappling cable to restrain him, but J was a step ahead of her as he fired off a grappling cable of his own that slammed into his opponents hook and pinned it to the ground harmlessly.

"Names not important. All you need to know is I'm not walking out of her without that ruby, and I take it your motives are similar?" He was almost cut short as a plasma blast ripped past his shoulder, which he was only able to avoid as he reeled in his grappling cable. J slammed his left arm down where his claw was perched, effectively reattaching it as he spun forward, gripping his opponents cable with his right hand and yanking the two fighters closer to one another.

Just as J managed to release a few plasma bolts of his own at his enemy, she had already made good use of her momentum and sprung up and over the armored man. J figured he'd be cleaver and yanked on her cable again in hopes of bringing her into his foot, but found that she had released enough slack that J almost fell over as he was met with no resistance from the cable.

"Crap!" He exclaimed as his opponent hit the ground and sprang at the unbalanced clone soldier. A plasma burst grazed his shoulder as he strained to get out of the way, and was instead met with the blunt side of her gun. planting his feet finally, we was able to catch her arm as she swung again, and used her own momentum to send her flying across the room.

"Any chance you couldn't just lie down and admit defeat? It'd save you some serious injuries, I have other places to be... It's a win win." He stated as he stood strait and rolled his shoulders. He was pretty sure his opponent was a girl from her style, her stance, and her figure that was mostly hidden underneath the black cloak. Not that it really mattered, of course. He had also noted that there had been another person conversing with his assailant from before, and wouldn't be surprised if he was attacked by said person right about now.

Falenor jumped back from the scene, a plan already forming in his mind. He concentrated on Eidolon's mind and began using telepathy, hoping that whoever the other person was wouldn't be listening in. "I apologize for the shock, but I have a plan. If you can hold this armored guy off for a couple of minutes, I can probably grab the ruby and pull us both out of here in that time. Of course, if you don't trust me, we'd better just both fight him and deal with the ruby later; that's your call. Just think the answer at me, I should be able to pick it up. Oh, and though I would be interested to see you try to kill me, I think I'll pass on the deception thing."

This all took place a little while after Jennifer had slammed into a wall opposite the new thief. I probably should have stopped that, Falenor thought to himself. Oh well. He instead merely lifted her to her feet with kinetic force and turned to face J, whose name he had gleaned from his mind for shock value. Unfortunately, he could gain little else from the stranger, so hopefully it would be enough to unnerve him a little. "That's rather impolite of you, J...you could at least tell her your name," he said with a smirk before launching a kinetic blast at the stranger. Having noticed several plasma blasts, he also readied a heat shield in case he became a target.

Of course he didn't particularly want to become a target; he had other things to be doing. Positioning himself so that the Ruby was between him and J, he whipped out his darkness projector and placed a shroud as black as the deepest reaches of space around himself and the gem. "This should give me ample time to work with any luck," he muttered to the darkness around him; even with the knowledge that there wasn't anything in the cloud but him, he had to admit it was a little scary. Just a little.

"Like I said, choice is yours. If you decline, I'll just jump out and help you finish off this...whatever it is. If I don't, feel free to blast the area with some weapon I don't know about or whatever backup plan you've almost certainly got," Falenor thought to his impromptu partner while examining the glass-like prison the Ruby was housed in for its precise atomic structure. "One last thing. What sort of reward are we talking about here?"

A voice began to speak into Jennifer's head, and for a moment she thought she'd left her radio active. After a couple seconds, she realized that Falenor was speaking into her mind somehow. It was an unnerving feeling, to be sure. This man had the abilities of an altered human. It wasn't something that surprised Jennifer too much; altered humans and their strange abilities were one of the biggest studies of her employer, CORE.

Just think the answer at me, I should be able to pick it up, Falenor said, telepathically.

I can take this boy, get the gem, Jennifer thought at him. Some strange force, probably from Falenor, lifted her from the ground and onto her feet. She realized afterward that she'd "spoke" in her own "voice," in a manner of speaking, revealing her gender to her companion. It shouldn't be that big of a deal, though. Falenor distracted the boy, calling him J, and then threw some sort of blast at him, throwing him into a wall. Jennifer took the moment of confusion to get into position, firing a cable into the ceiling and lifting herself to the second story balcony of the room.

Falenor threw some sort of shroud of darkness around himself, and then began to speak telepathically to Jennifer again. What sort of reward are we talking about here? he asked, apparently not having received the memo.

They're saying six billion, but I don't trust them. Jennifer responded. She noticed the boy getting back up, and she got her weapons ready. She jumped from the balcony, her cable still secured to the ceiling, and swung down to hit J. He saw her coming, held out his hand, and fired a ball of plasma at her. The energy ball splashed against her plasma repellent armor, heating up some the metal plates sewn into it. J managed to dodge her impact, leaving her colliding with the wall instead. As she went by, she managed to sideswipe J in the head with the flat side of her armgun.

She absorbed the impact with her legs, using the energy to spring back up from the wall, reeling in some of the cable and suspending herself high above the floor. She started firing green shots of plasma down upon the hired thief. He was able to jump much higher than she expected, though, grabbing her legs. She instantly released the cable, dropping them both to the ground, with her on top. J quickly threw her aside, and as she slid away on the floor she fired several shots at him, before leaping back to her feet. J managed to dodge the shots, and dashed towards her. He thrust his armored fist at her and she dodged away from it, grabbing his arm and kicking at his chest. She released his arm when she kicked him, and he fell back.

Eidolon noticed the odd way the man was dressed; he looked like a superhero of some sort.

"Come on, Power Ranger, let's play."