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| Metal and Mana; Technomancer Chronicles, Chapter One | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 1 2007, 12:34 AM (283 Views) | |
| Davyn | Mar 1 2007, 12:34 AM Post #1 |
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TREVISON. ARONIA. PRESENT DAY. Crap. There was still slush in the back alley. I probably should've worn something other than these high-heels...stupid winter. I hate winter. These were the thoughts of Tanya Delgada as she stepped into the pale circle of light above the back exit to the Dragonfire Gentleman's Club. Tch...gentlemen's club...what a joke, Tanya thought as she waited for the red light to appear on the door, indicating that it was locked properly. The regular clientele of the Dragonfire were anything but gentlemen. In fact, some of the more raucous ones this evening had even had the nerve to become "touchy feely" with Tanya and some of the other dancers; good thing Spence was there to "escort" them out. Tanya smiled to herself as she started down the alley, each step making a squishing sound and leaving a sloppy footprint in the gray snow. Spence was a good guy, even if he was a little slow. But he was sweet for hired muscle. He had never come on to her---or to any of the other dancers that she was aware of---but she wasn't entirely against the idea. Oh well. Dang, it was cold out! Tanya pulled her leather bomber's jacket tighter around her shoulders. Actually, it wasn't really hers. It was an ex-boyfriend's. He had left it at her place when he decided he "needed more space". Yeah. More space with some other slut. She didn't feel the least bit sorry for having taken it from him. Story of her life...bouncing around from one relationship to another. Working late at places like the Dragonfire just to pay off her student loans. Nursing school, after all, was not cheap. Especially not in a city like Trevison where laser burns were as common as colds. A person could make a fortune in the medical field. What Tanya hadn't realized two years ago when she'd set out to enter it was that in order to make a fortune, you had to spend one first. And that she simply didn't have. Thus, her "night job". Tanya paused at the end of the alley with a certain amount of relief. She checked her chronometer. Just after two in the morning. If she hurried, she could get home in time to sleep for a whole five hours before she had to wake up again and head off to her internship clear on the other side of town. She looked both ways...then up. No hovercars on her level and only one or two of them lazily passing by several stories above. Setting out across the street, she stepped into a pile of slush several feet deep and uttered a string of curses under her breath. You would think that with climate controls, they'd be able to get rid of the leftovers from winter in a more dignified manner! Ugh! Maybe if the city council spent the tax credits a little more frugally... Tanya shivered, her breath coming out in small puffs of steam before her. She'd been so caught up in cursing the city she lived in that she'd barely noticed how far she'd come. She had reached the entrance to the Trevison Memorial Park. It was a sprawling area situated in the very heart of the city with several fountains, stone bridges, a couple lazy rivers, and plenty of trees. There were duracrete pathways winding throughout the park, as well as a large play area for children and plenty of benches for their weary parents. In the very center of the park was a ten foot tall statue of the man who had founded Trevison. The plaque said "Miles Trevison", but there was still some controversy about whether this was the man's actual name. The city council had just decided to go with it because a prolonged debate was pointless and time consuming. All in all, the Trevison Municipal Park was a popular place in the spring when the trees were green and the sun was shining. Perfect picnicking weather. But it was winter. And it was night. Generally, citizens were advised to stay out of the park after dark. Initially, sensors had been installed at all of the entrances to keep vagrants out. But they had fallen into disrepair over the years and had been vandalized many times over by various hoodlums. Again, the city council had not figured that the repair and maintenance of such things was in their annual budget. Tanya used this to her advantage. She could shave a good fifteen minutes off of her travel time by going through the park instead of having to walk all the way around. Some of the lights had been busted, but there were still enough of them along the various paths that she figured she would be okay. She had been so far, after all. Off in the distance, Tanya could make out the echoing wails of police sirens. Nothing too odd about that. Most citizens of Trevison were lulled to sleep by those same sirens every night. She brushed it aside and began to make her way through the darkened park. She was about halfway through the park---already thinking of the warm bed awaiting her in her apartment---when she heard it. A low humming sound was coming from behind the hedges behind her and to her left. Tanya snapped out of her revery and turned to face the noise. Shapes were moving around in the shadows. Goddess! She was going to get mugged...or worse! She tried to run, but found even more dark shapes emerging from the foliage in front of her. She was surrounded. Hands trembling, she fumbled with the clasps on her purse, digging around inside of it. Where was her pocket tazer when she needed it?! As her tormentors stepped into the light---what light was provided by the single, half-dimmed bulb overhead, anyway---she recognized them. Not personally, of course. But she had seen their type on the news on various occasions. "Phantasms..." Tanya breathed the word without even realizing it. The Phantasms were a group of local thugs who were apparently gathering new members by the score daily. Their distinguishing feature were the florescent tattoos on their faces and arms that gave them the appearance of skeletons bedecked in neon. The tattoos were of a new black-market design and were practically invisible in the daylight. The TMPD had been having quite a bit of trouble with them lately since most of their activities occurred at night and the tattoos in question made them hard to identify from a distance. One of the ones in the front laughed, "That's right, pretty lady. Glad ya heard of us. Whassa pretty lil thing like you doin' out so late at night, eh?" "Didn't ya know to stay outta dark places like this?" One of the ones behind her spoke up, "Word is there's all kinds of crazies out there jes waitin' to hurt girlies like you!" Yet another added his two cents, "Joey's right, y'know. Lucky you ran into us, toots. We can offer you all the protection you'll ever need...for a substantial price, of course. How much ya got in that purse-a yours, anyway? Why don't we have a looksee, hm?" At this, the punk began to move closer to Tanya, reaching out to snatch away her purse. But Tanya had finally found what she was looking for. "Stand back!" She drew out her pocket tazer and flipped the power switch on. A small electrical current shot between the two prongs, glowing blue in the dim light. "I know how to use this and I'm not afraid of you!" The Phantasms all laughed at this outburst and it was several moments before they settled down. Obviously they were not intimidated by her display of bravado. This only pissed Tanya off even more. In a sudden move, she lunged forward and plunged the prongs of her tazer into the offender's shoulder, squeezing the trigger for all she was worth. The gangster, caught off guard by this move, shook violently for several seconds as the electricity coursed through his body, then he fell unconscious to the ground. "Bad move, lady. Now ya pissed us off. Shayla?" A female gang member stepped forward from behind some of her male cohorts. In her hand she had an odd pistol of sorts. A pulse laser. Oh...so that's what that humming sound had been. But it was too late. Shayla had already taken her shot. A flash of purple-blue light emitted from the weapon and Tanya suddenly found that her entire right arm was numb. She dropped her pocket tazer and fell heavily on the ground, losing her purse as well. She could feel the blood running from the scrape on her elbow and her thigh was probably bruised in several spots as well. As much as she tried to hide it, Tanya felt tears well up in her eyes. Not of sadness, but rather of anger and frustration. How had she gotten herself into this mess? One of the other gangsters moved over to pick up her purse, "Hmm...let's see what's in h---AHHHH!!! AHH!! Oh, @#$! Sonova---!!!!" The other Phantasms suddenly whirled on their comrade to see what the source of all the yelling and swearing was. What they saw caused some of them to utter some of their own explitives in surprised tones. The gangster's hand was pinned to the ground by a three foot long wooden spear! Blood was already oozing out of his wound and pooling on the duracrete as he continued to wail in agony! Then something even more outstanding took place...The wooden spear began to change its shape. It shrunk and twisted, becoming more gnarled and crooked. Sections of it began to split off from the main shaft. Some of them even sprouted a few leaves. Throughout all of this, the Phantasm whose hand was pierced screamed in pain as his wound widened and was intensified with splinters. Now, instead of a spear, it looked as if his hand had been tacked in place by...a broken-off tree branch? "Slirdnyucs, inule rih iveil!" Both Tanya and the surrounding gang members turned as one to the source of the strange voice. Tanya gasped. Someone was out there. A huge someone! The figure stood just out of range of the halo of light illuminating the gang members and Tanya. Even so, she could make out a vague sort of silhouette against the dozens of city lights. Whoever was standing there was humanoid at least, with some sort of large cloak billowing in the chilly breeze. But he had to be at least seven...maybe eight feet tall! Who was this person? Was this the one who had thrown that...erm...stick? A tough-looking Phantasm spoke out to the figure, "Hey man, I dunno what you just said, but no one messes with a Phantasm and lives to tell about it. You hear me?" As he said this, he gave a flick of his wrist. From the side of the metallic gauntlet he wore on his right arm, a large blade, at least a foot long, flipped out from its concealment. He pressed a button on the side of the contraption and the blade was instantly surrounded by a blue aura of energy. A vibro-blade. Not uncommon, although that particular wrist-mounted variation was more than likely illegal. The figure spoke again, this time to the offending gangster, "Nupeiw ryua purd." "Purd? Dude, I dunno what that means, but no one calls me a 'purd'!" At this, the gangster suddenly lunged forward into the darkness, striking out blindly at the hulking silhouette, "Eat this, you mother---!!" But as his vibro-blade struck the offending figure, all that it encountered was a tough metallic surface. Sparks began to fly as the gangster continued his pointless assault. The figure simply reached out and pushed the gangster, sending him flying backwards several feet before landing heavily on the duracrete pavement next to the lamp post. "Yua dinrew O..." the dark figure said calmly. Then he took several steps into the light, revealing himself. Tanya gasped. Her would-be rescuer was encased head to foot in gleaming ivory armor, the surface of which was so polished that it almost resembled chrome. She could see her own reflection, as well as those of the skeletal Phantasms in it. All along the armor were strange, swirling patterns inlaid in gold and black. On the left arm was an intricate gauntlet of sorts that didn't quite match the one on the right arm. It was adorned with three gems, a sapphire, an emerald, and a ruby, all of which were pulsating with an ominous sort of energy. Tanya couldn't make out a face; a reflective golden visor covered a good three-fourths of the front of the helmet, making it impossible to see any details. Now she could also see why the figure seemed so tall. There was a large dorsal appendage on top of the helmet, like a mohawk. Or like...who were they again? Tanya tried to remember from her ancient history class...Troyans? No, Trojans! To top it all, a crimson red cape was draped around the bulky shoulderpads, falling nearly to the ground. In fact, if it weren't for the high-tech visor of the helmet and the nasty-looking pistols holstered at each thigh, this guy could have been a dead-ringer for those medieval knights that had supposedly roamed Earth during the eleventh century or so. The Phantasms were apparently in no less awe than Tanya at the appearance of this strange personage. But it didn't take too long for them to recover, "Haha! What kinda bozo actually goes out in public like that?!" "Ya miss yer party, freak?" "Hey, how do ya take a dump with all that metal on ya?" Throughout all of this, the white knight said nothing, nor did he move. Instead, he simply stood there as if sizing up his opposition. After a few moments of dirtier and dirtier insults, the gangsters apparently grew tired of this. Their comrade whose hand was still pinned to the ground had lowered his wails to a slight whimper from the loss of blood. They began to draw their weapons---mostly modified lasers or variations thereof---and took aim at the knight. Tanya cried out, "Move! Get out of th---!" But it was too late. All at once the Phantasms discharged round after round of compressed energy charges at the figure in the armor. Tanya shielded her eyes from the light and tried to scoot back as far as she could. Her right arm was starting to regain some feeling...it tingled like crazy. Why hadn't that guy had the sense to get out of range from these pistols? No one could survive an assault like that at nearly point-blank range. Not even the TMPD's most advanced armor had come that far. It was a shame that that guy had to go and get himself fried. Perhaps she could still get away in the confu---huh? The gang members had stopped firing, either because they were out of rounds or because they figured their target to be thoroughly nuked to extra crispy. But he was not. Rather, the figure in the gleaming ivory armor was still standing there as if nothing had even happened. His armor, however, seemed to pulse with a certain energy and his cape was singed at about half-length. But even as Tanya watched in amazement, the holes in the cape repaired themselves and it seemed to grow back out to its full length, good as new. Now the Phantasms were looking around at each other, unsure of what to do. The guy was practically invincible! They'd just shot him up with enough plasma to fry a wyvern and he just stood there and took it like it was nothing! One of them spoke quietly to his fellow gangsters, "Um...I'm thinkin' there's other means'a securin' some pocket change, eh, guys?" The other Phantasms nodded stupidly, then as one they turned and ran off down the pathway. All except for the fellow with his hand still nailed to the path, of course. The figure spoke up, "Sdrewuc..." He then turned his gaze to the fallen pocket tazer, still laying there on the duracrete. In a fluid motion, he stretched forth his right hand toward the tiny weapon. Five blue-white bolts of energy lanced out from his fingertips to the tazer, surrounded it, then yanked it up off the ground and into the knight's grip. He turned towards the fleeing gangsters---easy to see with their glow-in-the-dark tattoos---and aimed the tazer. Tanya blinked, "You can't hit them with that. You're out of..." But even as she spoke, something strange was happening to her tiny pocket tazer. It grew. And grew. And then it grew some more. And as it grew, it was changing shape...reconfiguring itself in the form of a much larger weapon that looked like a combination of a shotgun and a crossbow. "...range. Oh..." Tanya finished her sentence and sat there, slack jawed as the white knight took aim with his newly crafted weapon. As he pulled the trigger, Tanya noticed that the sapphire on his left gauntlet seemed to be glowing brighter than before. All at once, a magnificent burst of energy emitted from the two prongs of the tazer-shotgun. In the blink of an eye, it split into dozens of lightning bolts, each seeking a target. Each found one. All twenty-seven remaining Phantasms hit the ground---hard. They were out cold. The white knight lowered his weapon, then walked calmly over to where the gang was sprawled in the grass. He waved his left hand almost casually over the group. This time the emerald began to glow brighter. Suddenly the blades of grass began to grow at an alarming rate, twisting themselves around the limbs of the fallen Phantasms and tying themselves tightly in intricate knots. Then the blades began to change and reconfigure into vines of some sort, adding even more strength to the bonds. When he was satisfied with his work, the knight lowered his hand and walked back to where Tanya was just getting to her feet. She was able to flex her right hand slowly now, but it still felt like she'd hit her funny bone. "Umm...thanks. Whoever you are." Tanya blinked for a moment, then stooped awkwardly to retrieve her purse. Then she just stood there for a moment, looking the white knight up and down. She still couldn't believe this guy! Who was he? Some kind of...supercop? She suddenly found herself at a loss for words. The knight then held out his hand to Tanya. In it he held her pocket tazer, which had once again returned to its normal size and shape. Then he spoke, "Thanks. Whoever you are." Tanya laughed, "You speak Basic? Why didn't you before?" The figure handed her her tazer, "...You speak Basic?" "Well, of course I do. Everyone here does. Hey...are you just copying me?" Tanya put her hands on her hips, a slight frown on her features. The knight said nothing for several seconds. It was almost as if he understood what she was saying. Then, "Hey, how do ya take a dump with all that metal on ya?" Tanya doubled over with laughter. Of all the things to say! So...he was just copying. Very odd. When she calmed herself, she realized that the knight was simply standing there, watching her reaction. Almost as if he were...what? Taking notes? She didn't know why, but just seeing him like that seemed to make him more...vulnerable? More human, at least. Tanya sighed, then reached into her purse for her cell phone. She couldn't find it. Crap! Must have left it at the Dragonfire. Oh well. She'd get it tomorrow. If it was still there. In the meantime, though... "Hey, stay here. I'm gonna go call the cops, okay? I'll be right back." The knight turned to look at her and nodded, almost comprehendingly, "Ug ut iveh O. Lliwiref." Tanya sighed. He'd reverted to gibberish again. "Okay, cave man. Just stay here." But fifteen minutes later, once she'd convinced the TMPD that she wasn't some raving lunatic, the white knight who had rescued her was completely gone without a trace... (( OOC: Hope ya liked it. Took forever to write! That was just sort of a prologue, though. Anything else posted after this should take place the following day, please! )) |
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| Davyn | Mar 3 2007, 11:41 PM Post #2 |
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TREVISON. GRANITE HEIGHTS RESIDENTIAL SUBDIVISION. 10:27 AM "Look...all I'm saying is...look at where she works. How do we know she wasn't all hopped up on wolfsbane or somethin' like that? Here's your coffee, by the way." "Are you serious, rookie? Goddess...glad you're not with the CSI unit. The evidence was all over the place! Her story seems to check out. We called her boss and he confirmed it. Ugh! This is coffee? Tastes like someone crapped in a blender and hit 'frappe'." "Wow, Charlie. Don't tell anyone their family secret." Charlie laughed dryly, "Y'know, Carter...you've got a real smart mouth for a rookie. Too bad you don't have the head to match." She took another sip anyway. She cringed. Kaiden Carter shrugged, "What can I say? It was either good looks or smarts. I chose the one that gets the ladies." He winked and sent her a cocky grin. Charlie rolled her eyes, blowing on the excuse for coffee she held delicately in her hands, "Dream on, rookie. Those blonde bimbos don't count as ladies." "I'm crushed, Charlie. Really, I am. So anyway...what do you think's been goin' on lately? Homicide, kidnappings, collateral damage citywide...and now this. I mean, I know this is Trevison, but for all this to happen at the same time is pretty weird, don'tcha think?" Charlie frowned pensively, seeming to study her coffee intently as she stirred it with the tiny red straw, "Hmm...that it is, rookie. You saw the holos of that punk's hand...and forensics said they'd never seen that particular species of vine before." Kaiden shuddered, "Oy...yeah, don't remind me. What on Aronia can DO something like that to a man's hand?!" Charlie glanced over at her partner, "Short of a hurricane? You probably don't wanna know." Kaiden nodded his agreement. He didn't want to know, "You think this has any connection to that lunatic that tore a hole through the containment barrier and drove a low-range hovercar over the edge of the city?" "Not sure. That's what Taggart's trying to find out. I have a feeling he knows more about that particular case than he's telling us, though. He's got some friends in some pretty low places around here." "Personally, I think that Lahziel guy is a first degree scumball. What kind of guy hires bounty hunters to rescue his daughter?" Charlie swallowed the last bit of her coffee, "Well...I don't think rescuing his daughter was their first priority. From what I understand, they sounded more like hitmen. And two...I don't think the girl is really his daughter anyway." Kaiden raised a brow, "Oh?" "Wake up, rookie. Metal wings?" "Ah." Kaiden decided to shut up before he made himself look any dimmer. He went back to watching the radar gun track the speeds of the hovercars high above in the skyway. Not that it mattered, really. Unless the cars were tampered with, most newer models came with sensors that reported a violator's credentials directly to HQ if they went so many miles over the limit. It seemed that even with auto-drive mechanisms, there were still a fair amount of teenage hot-rodders who thought it cool to "go it manually." Kaiden glanced over at his partner. It had been little over a year now since she'd been transferred here from Marsotp. HQ had reasoned that with so many weird things going on in Trevison these days, the TMPD could use some outside experience in handling cases of the "supernatural or otherwise unexplained" nature. Charlene "Charlie" Sinclair was not at all what Kaiden had expected for a first partner. In his mind, he had envisioned a dirty cop of sorts: Overweight, middle-aged, donut-loving, and balding. Generally the kind of cop that he loathed. Charlie had turned out to be exactly the opposite. At only 29 years old, she was a tall, attractive brunette that turned the heads of half the department. Many fellow officers had commented to him that he was quite a lucky guy to be paired with such a hottie right out of the academy and he had been inclined to agree. He had even made a few passes at her himself, but she had taught him early on that if he wanted to retain his scrotum, he would "cease and desist". After that, he decided she was not one to be messed with. He still messed with her anyway. For Kaiden's part, he was something of a prodigy. What he lacked in charm and etiquette, he made up for with his wit, his good looks, and his incredible skill with nearly any ranged weapon. Kaiden Carter could shoot the ugly off of a troll at 500 yards. Depending on the weapon, of course. At the shooting range, he had always outdone his fellow cadets, going so far as to draw smiley faces on the target drones by setting his laser to the "phase burst" setting. Even so, his instructors considered him too cocky and arrogant to take his job seriously. Still...he was such a crackshot that it would've been a shame not to have him working for them. Hence his partnering with Charlie. She had slapped some much-needed sense into him. Literally. And on more than one occasion. Kaiden, in turn, had shown Charlie the ropes of life in the big city. Not that Marsotp was small or hickish...but nothing else on Aronia could compare to the technological advancement of Trevison. Despite having never before been behind the wheel of a motorized vehicle, Charlie had shown early on the makings of an extraordinary driver/pilot. She seemed to become one with whatever she was driving and had lightning reflexes that had saved both of their skins on more than one occasion. All in all, Kaiden had to say that she'd made pretty good progress in the past year. An outsider wouldn't have been able to distinguish her from a local. Except perhaps for her slight accent. But Kaiden found it sexy, anyway. "...KkkKktt...all units, we have a three twenty in progress at 12th and Main, heading into downtown. Request all available units for backup. Repeat, all available units...kkKKtt..." Kaiden snapped out of his reverie, "Three twenty? Don't tell me...day old donut sale down at Tony's?" Charlie laughed, "Hardly. Armored hovertruck heist. Whoever did it must be packing some serious gear to pull that off." She hit the button on the comm unit, "HQ, this is unit two twelve. We're on it." The response came back, "Sinclair! Thank the gods! We're gonna need you on this one. Dunno who these guys are, but Saunders said something about body armor and sonic weapons. You watch yourself, Charlie." Charlie smirked and said into the comm, "You worry too much, chief. We'll be fine. Two twelve out." She then pressed her thumb to a small plate on the dash panel and said crisply, "Access code Alpha Neutrino Sinclair. Engine ignite. Engage hovercoils and Ion Drive. Streamline Mode. Set piloting to manual." Even as Kaiden fumbled for his seatbelt, their squad cruiser had already sprung to life. A low hum reverberated through the vehicle as the fusion system in the engine kicked on and powered up the hovercoils. The landing pads retracted and Kaiden felt the familar sensation as their cruiser began to float several feet off of the ground. Towards the rear of the vehicle, large panels had suddenly risen as the Ion Drive warmed up. The roof lowered and elongated slightly, as did portions of the hood as Streamline Mode kicked in for extra speed. Last but not least, the dash panel in front of Charlie split open wide as the steering column---normally hidden---emerged and folded out into a configuration that was not so much a steering wheel as it was a sophisticated pilot's yoke. Charlie gripped the wheel, pulling back abruptly and turning it slightly to the left, causing their cruiser to leap several stories into the air while rotating counterclockwise to match the traffic headed towards downtown. "Nothin' like a nice high-speed pursuit to start the morning right, eh, rookie?" Charlie said cheerfully, even as she pressed her foot to the accelerator. The Ion Drive glowed brilliant green as the cruiser shot into the traffic, merging perfectly, then dodging and weaving around the slower-moving vehicles. Sometimes it was even neccessary to go over or under them as well. Kaiden looked like he was going to lose his lunch. Or breakfast, in this case. "Yeah...uh...Charlie? We're cops. We have a thing called a siren. Ever heard of it?" "Bah. Don't be a baby, rookie. Turning on the siren would tell the bad guys we're coming. Everyone else will be chasing them out of downtown. We're the only ones heading in. You still got Big Nelson?" Now Kaiden grinned. She was speaking his language. "Oh yeah. And Big Nelson wants his breakfast!" Kaiden pressed his own thumb to a similar panel on the dash, "Access code Beta Neutrino Carter. Retrieve Photon Shotgun; power up main weapon systems." A large, boxlike compartment suddenly popped up from between the backseat, then slid forward between the two of them in the front. The hatch on top retracted and Kaiden reached in to retrieve "Big Nelson" from its holster. It was his favorite triple-barreled Photon Shotgun and the nickname seemed appropriate. Simultaneously, various lights on the instrument panel indicated that the various onboard weapons of the cruiser itself were powering up. He only hoped that it would be enough to accomplish what they had to deal with. Stolen cars were one thing...but armored hovertrucks? They could only cross their fingers as their cruiser continued to weave its way towards the downtown area. (( OOC: Hope that's enough for anyone wanting to join in to do so in perhaps an easier manner! )) |
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