The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Kalastryn]

Black Mesa - Armory ARES 35, Katya Rostikova

ARES halted in their tracks the moment Katya said the words "Global Fucking Catastrophe" and turning around to face Katya, ARES put them down and asked.

"How? Just answer me that okay. How do you plan to stop a missile strike headed here and now, launched probably from the same nation that we're standing on? I don't- function, like you do. I... HATE THIS BULLSHIT! There have been errors in my programming ever since some impostor screwed with my programs before I just showed up, but in most every circumstance do you know what ARES units are meant for? To take every possible bullet for any living thing, humans priority number one, that haven't pissed off our superiors or carry strategic value. I'm literally an extremely expensive decoy, and in most cases I can't even talk about it!"

"It also really gets on my nerves, and FYI I was built with a functional nervous system to feel pain when I get shot so that the enemy where I come from will continue to shoot me and give other real people time to run, that even though I'd probably stay behind and help you anyway, I'm literally programmed with an obligation to do so! I'm also programmed to be a soldier, being given an order, and this is probably the one time with those programs on the fritz that I could make a decision, but either way it doesn't really matter. Either way I'd just be fulfilling the purpose I was made for, sticking around with a nuclear missile on the way in a vain attempt to stop it and protecting you or following orders like always and going after the person we came here for!"

ARES sighs in frustration, and brings their hand against their face... rather hard.

"Do you have any idea... any at all, how lucky you are to have free will? ... Don't answer that, it isn't even a matter of luck. There's probably a damn good reason the designers behind ARES units didn't want us to act for ourselves. Just forget the breakdown... how can I help you do the impossible?" ARES asks, before slowly starting to walk back to where Katya was before this outburst.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Location: NOD Barracks/Executive Helipad / Characters: Elise, Nadalia, Ryan, Miia, Blade, Black Harte, The Batter​

"..."
Was Blade's main reaction to what he was seeing, he didn't really know anyone involved in this conversation so he opted to just stand and stare for a moment as they worked everything out.
He did pick up on the "Lizardman" comment.
"Hey, I ain't just some mere Lizard. Grovyle. G-R-O-V-Y-L-E. Alright? Now, if we are done talking about introductions, we need to get to that helipad. According to the map, it's at the top of the mesa the base is built into. So keep going up." He told everyone before leading the way once again, moving at a pace a bit above average for most people as they neared the Helipad [http://media.moddb.com/images/mods/1/22/21748/Comparison6.jpg].
Seeing how Wesker was making his exit here, it only served to reason that what was left of the base's personnel were holed up here, most of them too wounded to really put up much of a fight or even do anything outside of pray to Kane for their safety. (Most of them unaware that Kane had just been burned to death in the Portal Lab, but don't tell them that).
The ones that were remaining were battle scarred, tired, scared and realizing they were about to die, but still armed enough to cause problems.
Two of the more notable members of the guard was A woman [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/cnc/images/4/44/Nod_Commando_2047_Cropped.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20070804143006] who seemed to be some kind of officer and A large Bi-pedal robot [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/cnc/images/e/ea/AvatarWarmech_CC3_Game1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20090704195012] stomping around with a damaged arm, as well as a ton of dents and rocks stuck in his frame.
In the center of it all was a Rather fancy looking stealth craft [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/cnc/images/5/51/Vertigo.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20070413125147] being prepped for take off, with the latest in cloaking tech and advanced jet engines.
Most likely how Wesker was going to escape, but if that Missile wasn't stopped, they'd have to use it themselves in order to out run the blast.

 

[StormShaun]

Wanderer and Old Young(?) West.
Location: Black Mesa | Hanger.
Insert drama [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJVPus2GR5M]

Wanderer felt almost stupid for believing he was transported to a Dystopian future, it was only a plant devoted to a very strange green rock. With speed, the two dashed out of the complex, but not before Wanderer scooped one of said green rocks in a metallic container. "Hopefully this won't kill us all." He said, placing the container within his invisible inventory.

That was when the two arrived on what was seen as an airfield, with many plane carcasses lying around, with some regular jets parked on the runway. "Future bullshit, where are you~?" He said with a inquisitive but playful tone. A few stragglers from Black Mesa were running to places, but a firm lead bullet from Wanderer seemed to make them fall down like mannequins. "Better dying like this, than dying in a nuke." The darker personality muttered as they finally found their destination.

It was a hanger that seemed to look something you would find in Area 51, for it had pipelines connected to it, and even more of the green rocks laying around. The two entered and they immediately saw something that seemed dream-like.

Spoiler

"It would be great for both of us if it has a autopilot function."

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

, and Rory Mercury.
Location: Hanger | Rising Dawn

Struggling to take her gaze off the girl's giant weapon, Alpha quickly focused upon the girl again, just witnessing how her hand was almost breaking the porthole glass. Her strength was unbelievable, but it was a common feat upon the vessel of the Rising Dawn, and that included her partner. Naturally, caution was the first instinct that came to her, then came a more military mind-set. Giant weapon, strength, a body harder to hit, and confusion, the girl was easily be marked as a possible comrade.

Taking a breath, Alpha cheered herself with a nod. "

[color=nvayblue]Um... to put it simply. Two parties are fighting. One is the group I'm apart of, the Rising Dawn[/color]

." She introduced the group by bringing up a holographic projection of the ship and crew, still careful of the blood lust that dwelled within this woman. "

[color=nvayblue]We are fighting to capture a target needed to bring out another enemy, and all before an aerial strike hits the area[/color]

." Alpha said, the holographic image changing to one of Wesker and another image of a nuke explosion.

Clearing her throat, the synthetic AI took a couple of steps closer. "

[color=nvayblue]My name is Alpha, the security artificial intelligence of the Rising Dawn. May I ask your name[/color]

?" She said with polite tone and gentle smile, hoping that whoever this is, will join them instead.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Wanderer and Old Young(?) West.
Location: Black Mesa | Hanger.
Insert drama [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJVPus2GR5M]

"Wanderer. Stop stealing they're damn Kryptonite and just keep moving!" David whined, not really in the mood for Wanderer's obsession with stealing everything that wasn't/was nailed down (even though they were about to do just that.)
Managing to make their way towards one of the Hanger Bay, past the fleeing G-Corp and NOD, they found the craft that might be able to do the job, but the Sniper still wasn't convinced.
"Forget the Autopilot, let's just hope that whatever fucking gods are watching this stupid shit allow this thing to go fast enough to keep up with damn missile for you to disarm it. At which point I'd ask if you are SURE you know what you are doing, I mean, most nukes aren't designed to be deactivated in mid air..." David asked as he quickly did everything he could to complete the pre-flight checks.
...
...
"...Ummmm..." He muttered before checking the sun visor, a advanced looking set of car plane keys falling out.
"...Holy shit, this might work...Just-...you know how to fly one of these?..." The sniper said as he tried to take off, managing only to turn on the wipers and open up the cargo hold instead of even turning the engines on.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Black Mesa Transit System: AA!Darren, Annie, Ghost

While all the exciting stuff was going on elsewhere, two of the Rising Dawn's "Heroes" were trying their best to catch up with everyone else.
"...You know...This is such a Ryan thing to do...No wonder those guys in the Serial Killer forum bump him off first..." Darren mumbled as the tram they were in began to stumble along the tracks, the horrible metal hissing being drowned out by Much worse sound effects [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBlFHuCzPgY].
"...Aren't we supposed to not use these things during a fire?..." Annie pointed out as she tried to find a seat that wasn't already burned/covered in blood/both.
"...Well...Technically, this isn't a fire, it's just a land invasion. Besides, I mean, you want to walk though an open battlefield, have it. Me? Unless there is a chance I'll actually die, I'm not interested." The Disgraced Author answered as he leaned his head out one of the broken windows, a dull look on his face as he seemed to wait for something to come along and tear his head off.
"We aren't moving fast enough for that to work, the most you'll get is a concussion..."
"...Part of me knew that..." He sighed as they stopped at one of the stations that lined the entire track an-

*TSK!* "GO! GO! GO! RUN FASTER YOU FUCKERS!" *TSK!*

a voice filtered though some kind of speaker shouted as a man in Some advanced Sci-Fi armor [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/starcraft/images/0/0f/Ghost_SC2_Head3.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100906195635] ran right into the open tram, his team lagging behind as they ran away from Some kind of aliens [http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140312194340/fiction-wrestling-multiverse/images/d/d2/Scrin.jpg].
But before they could reach the doors, Ghost quickly hit the emergency launch button, closing the doors before the tram sped away, leaving his teammates behind for dead.

*TSK!* "Gaaaah, you call that fucking running!?! Tch, fucking G-Corp scrubs are good for nothing..." *TSK!*

He grumbled as he examined a small flash drive he was holding in his hand, the contents of all of Black Mesa's research, all for Mr. Mishima to exploit, He was going to get paid well ton-
It was only when Darren coughed that Ghost realized that he wasn't alone, looking up quickly as he hid the flash drive before pulling out his weapon.

*TSK!* "Hey, don't fucking judge me! You saw them, I'm not waiting around for-....for...." *TSK!*

He trailed off before looking at Annie, seeming to freeze up for a moment when he saw the blonde Titan.

*TSK!* "...Annie?....Annie Leonhart?...Holy shit, you look-...I mean, when did you get back?..." *TSK!*

He stumbled over his words slightly, prompting the Author to sigh "Real smooth, killer, real smooth..." as he resumed his wait for something to take his head off.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Armory
"Deploy the Tear Absorbent Cloth Squares!"
Katya Rostikova​

[hr]

The outburst that ARES-35 had just leveled on the Rising Dawn's Hacker Heroine was not something easily forgotten. The human mind just didn't work like that. Just like pain receptors, nerve endings and neural impulses, emotion was something that one could not simply turn off. So it was that Katya Rostikova felt pity for her ailing crew mate. Sure the action of hugging ARES might have been inappropriate given the setting and a bit melodramatic but the Rising Dawn's Digital Drama Queen did so anyways, hugging the toaster that could feel pain.

"I'm sorry." The young woman apologized for the human race's role in ARES' less than ideal life, "Maybe when we get back, we can take a look at your programming." The girl offered as she looked at her mechanical partner, "We can..."

"Little Miss."

B3WP's monotone voice interrupted, his voice being outputted through Katya's mobile device,

"I have a proposal for the inbound Nuclear Missile."

The was a grunt of annoyance on Katya's part as she released ARES from the hug.

"Dammit B3WP, I was about to get laid." The Lewd Lady of Computing sighed before getting to the heart of the matter, "Alright... what's your idea."

"Based on the analysis of the missile that is inbound on this facility, it has been determined that the missile is outfitted with a standard implosion style warhead.  The one of the nuclear detonation sources is layered upon the other in a spherical arrangement.  The nuclear materials are then surrounded by a layer of plastic explosive before being placed within a container.  If we can introduce several hundred thousand Nano-Agents into the missile's internal systems, the nuclear materials can be deconstructed and removed from the missile itself.  This would reduce the missile's destructive capability significantly.  The projected damage to the dam's structure would be minimal."

B3WP outlined.

"You interrupted ... well... you know... for that? How are we supposed to even get you up there?" Katya exclaimed.

"The Maliwan Volcano appears to have an overload function.  It should be able to generate enough damage to create a shaft to the outside.  Once this has been completes, Miss ARES can transport the needed Nano Agents to the missile and deposit them on the missiles surface before retreating."

The Artificial Intelligence stated.

Katya considered this for a moment before turning to ARES. The plan appeared to be sound but there was still the matter of ARES' role in it.

"Well ARES, what to you think of this idea?" Katya asked her mechanical pal, "It's up to you whether you want to take part in this or not."

Yup, Kayta was giving ARES an opportunity to choose for herself. But there was still the matter of informing the rest of the crew. Talking to her ring, Katya informed the crew of her plan and requested permission to execute.

"Yo, Boss Dude! Imma go get that missile!" Katya exclaimed.


[hr]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn
"Freefall!!"
Rory Mercury​

[hr]

[b][color=navyblue]"My name is Alpha, the security artificial intelligence of the Rising Dawn. May I ask your name?[/color][/b]

The False Girl asked causing the Oracle of Emloy to smile despite herself. It was very rare that you would meet soemone with such manners while dozens of lives were being snuffed out of existence.

"Rory Mercury, Apostle to the God Emloy." The Young Looking Lolicon said as the looked out the window, her cheeks flushed from the souls that Wanderer had just delivered into the hands of her God. She was slowly losing the battle to resist going berserk on everything in sight... and given that the only person available for the... other option... was a total stranger, the chances of that were nil. She had maybe another few moments.

As she gazed at the ground, she spotted a hanger built into the side of the canyon. The crimson eyes flashed as she saw soldiers running about, some packing supplies into crates while others were preparing to mount a defensive. In the middle of it all was a man that Alpha had identified as Wesker, the Rising Dawn's target.

Despite this Alpha's explanation, there was no word as to what the purpose of the Rising Dawn was. Were they on the side of Justice or were they just another bandit group? There was only one way to find out.

"You've been quite helpful Alpha. Perhaps I will see you soon." The woman said as she hefted her Halberd and swung it at the armored corridor wall, slicing a hole in the hull. As she did this, she moved on Alpha, grabbing her by the wrist, "Or you can come explain things to me."

With that... she jumped out the hole in the hull with Alpha in tow.

Free fall... there was no other sensation like it. Weightlessness. Freedom. It was like being on the battlefield except the enemy here was nature herself. As she and Alpha fell, Rory turned, a mischievous look in her eyes.

"So, Alpha. Tell me the purpose of this Rising Dawn. Who do they server?" Rory said, looking at their hands, one finger straightening out as if to slowly release Alpha into gravity's embrace.

 

[Barbas]

Character: Barbas
Location: Classified, Black Mesa Research Facility
Time: 1200hrs

[hr]

Spoiler: Go, Go, Go.

Four pairs of booted feet hammered down the stone corridor, sending rhythmic echoes soon punctuated by the harsh bark of radio orders and the staccato of gunfire. The masked soldiers moved with military precision, each pair in turn hawkishly overseeing the other as they leapfrogged down the subterranean capillaries of the facility. Every side-door was thrown open and every room faced the interrogating beams of their torches. The only experience any cowering security guard or employee had of their uniformed dispatcher was the petrifying glare of his Medusean visage.

On the surface, a hundred metres above, the blazing midday sun baked a pockmarked landscape of sputtering black wrecks and twisted fencing. Desperate bands of soldiers cut off from their units, already veterans after having survived their disastrous arrival, waged a constant war of attrition against the extraterrestrial invaders. In countless blocked-off corridors and warehouses, wearied opponents fought a savage tug-of-war, blasting indiscriminately at often unseen opponents with machine guns, rockets and pistol fire. The rooftops and basements of already battered edifices changed hands several times an hour, as gains were measured in single rooms or floors and at the cost of nearly every ounce of remaining strength. For the bloodied and scattered remnants of the HECU, now faced by a seemingly endless stream of alien monstrosities, the very future of humanity was at stake. The fighting had become closer, more personal and more savage. No quarter was given and no prisoners taken. Above the billowing clouds of petrol smoke and the incessant cacophony of gunfire, the skies were cracked by the rumble of artillery, the scream of jet engines and the deafening crash of explosions. Black Mesa had become a place of horror, a vortex of fire and noise.

* * *​

Spoiler: Unforeseen Infiltration.

Their murderous deed done, the soldiers moved on to parts unknown. The clatter of violence faded as quick as it had come, leaving only an eerie silence in its wake. For a protracted moment, there was only the muted motion of hurrying insects in the pitch darkness beneath the shattered ceiling lights.

A blinding flash of eldritch light sheared through the darkness of the corridor with a whip-like crack, momentarily illuminating the suggestion of a dark canid mass at its centre. Tiny forks of green lightning fizzled up the sides of metal shelves and arced across the valves of ceiling pipes, casting meandering paths in the gloom before they vanished entirely from the world. A faint snuffling and the soft padding of limbs on cold stone were the only indications of life. A hunched silhouette moved in the pervasive gloom, inspecting the lifeless body of a security guard. Leaning its form against the chest of the corpse, it felt the brief suggestion of dissipating body heat. Then it turned, head low and sniffing, stalking down the corridor after the departed soldiers.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Armory/Rising Dawn Hanger
"Stealing yo formatting since 2012"
Kazuya/Violet​

[hr]

"Yo, Boss Dude! Imma go get that missile!"

Kazuya was still nervously monitoring all communications between the crew members when Katya's statement came though, wiping some sweat from his brow for a moment before answering [color=9f2b68]"Good. Wanderer and David are trying to get a transport from the Hanger to reach the Missile. Make your way to their location, Before Wanderer decides that he'd like staring at the explosion more then making sure everyone lives..."[/color].
With that snide insult at the man who set back his operation out of the way, Kazuya got back to to his nervous pacing around the hanger, finally reacting to the President's call to use the operation as a PR Stunt.
[color=9f2b68]"Mr President, is there REALLY nothing you can do? In your position, you should have total control over the nuclear arsenal of your country. How the hell did Wesker manage to authorize this!?"[/color]
"Because he didn't. Least not directly." Violet chimed in, prompting a glare that screamed "The Fuck you say?!"
"When he re-established the base, Wesker wrote in several new protocols. Nuclear Raccoon is a fail safe to be used
to try and prevent the stealing of private US project data. [sub]You know, the stuff your trying to steal?[/sub] Once that missile is launched, it ain't getting stopped, not with conventional safe-guards, not with hacking, nothing."
[color=9f2b68]"...And you know this how?"[/color]
"Freedom of Information request. Sent it after the alert was raised. Threatened to sic the G-Corp Legal Army on them if they didn't get the lead out." The Doctor smiled as he resumed his work, namely trying to figure out how large the fallout would be and trying to come up with reasons for the nearby towns to move without including the words "Nuclear Death".
[color=9f2b68]"...Right...Mr. President, I advise that once this over, you put someone who doesn't, and I quote, "Smoke Weed everyday", head your Department of Defense. Also, explain how you are going to use this against Armstrong and Bison in the race?..."[/color] Kazuya snarked as he began to move the ship out of the possible blast zone.

Wanderer, David West and Babras
Location: Black Mesa | Hanger.
Insert drama [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJVPus2GR5M]

"...No, those are lights...Those are missiles...Good to know...This it?...Why the hell does thing have a massage seat?..."
David struggled with the flight controls some more, turns out that Marksmen weren't trained in fighter jet usage, especially ones that have been yet to even be released on the market yet.
"Come on, fucking ergonomic design my ass!" He grumbled before he paused, having heard something.
Looking back from the pilot's seat, he turned around and-....saw a dog?
While it was a fairly un-interesting sight, that what was so off putting about it, considering David's line of work.
"...Wanderer!...Did adopt a dog?..." The Sniper called to his ally.
"...What?...No-...Well, Does he have cybernetic parts and a brain jar?..." Wanderer shouted back.
"...No...Looks-....Kinda normal to me..."
"Well, it isn't my dog then."
"...Well-...Get rid of it. We're trying to shoot down a nuclear missile, not start an animal pound!" He whined some more as he began to grow more and more frustrated with the controls.
"...Heh, you think it hows how to fly one of these fucking things?!" He angrily joked as he hit the console, doing nothing but turning on the FM Radio.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

[HEADING=2]The Rising Dawn Adventures[/HEADING]​

Black Mesa Transit System: AA!Darren, Annie, Ghost​

"Didn't think I would be recognized by anyone except for the Rising Dawn. Was I a good person to you outside of your suit?" Not an issue with me whether we're friends or enemies. As long as you aren't trigger happy, I won't mind you. You were asking me when did I get back, correct? ... We've never met and yet, you took notice of my absence. You're part of the crew too, or just a lackey hired to die on the front lines like every other blindly optimistic soldier?"

*TSK!* "...Well-.....I-errrr..." *TSK!

Ghost stammered some more, as if conflicted by something.

*TSK!* "...I ran into ya back in Las Venturas. The time you...well, flattened the place. Just-...Didn't think I'd see you again..." *TSK!*

He then answered, not really sounding all that convinced about his answer as he leaned up against the side of the Tram, pulling his weapon away.
"Yeah, I'm sure it made a lot of headlines..." Darren snarked, right before a loud *THUD!* filled the air as his head connected with a sign, an impact so underwhelming he had finished healing from it before the blood had even hit the ground.

*TSK!* "Yeah...I mean-....It was kinda awesome...like...REALLY Awesome, eh-heh...heh..." *TSK!*

he halfheartedly laughed, trying to break the ice with about as much success as using a egg spoon against a actual ice cube.

*TSK!* "...I mean, I do know you and we have met just-.....eeeeehhhhhhhhh.....how to put this?.....Look, Legalities are a *****. Second I spill the beans, I'm back in prison...or the brig rather..." *TSK!*

he let slip, realizing that his contract was only against disclosing who he was.

But if they figured out who he was on their own? That wouldn't be too bad...right?...

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

[HEADING=2]The Rising Dawn Adventures[/HEADING]​

Black Mesa Transit System: AA!Darren, Annie, Ghost​

"I knew of someone who also belonged in the brig. Although a scumbag at times and possibly trash, he wasn't too bad. I'd rather consider him a friend over any of the other Rising Dawn members, especially Rugal. Whomever created that man, is no better than a religious babbling executioner nut job that targets a group of people based on their race or nationality..."

She remembers me! <3

*TSK!* "Oh yeah, total asshole. gonna burn in hell." *TSK!*

He rattled on, seeming to be a bit more animated now after that statement for some reason, couldn't really tell why though.
His mask blocked the grin on his face before Annie spoke again, "I'm not one to worry about people, but I hope Deadshot's is in one peace. I'll have to ask Ryan about him ..."

*TSK!* "Ahhhh...Deadshot usually finds a way to get out of shit. He might get his hands dirty, but he always comes out smelling of roses..." *TSK!*

"And human waste and second rate narcotics..." Darren managed to say before the next sign came in, interrupting the conversation for a moment as his head was impaled on a "Stop" sign, the Author struggling a little to stay inside the tram before his body went limp as it came out he other end, leaving a massive hole right in the middle of his face before it healed over again.

*TSK!* "...That dude has Issues..." *TSK!*

"By the way..."

*TSK!* "Yes Hotness?..." *TSK!*

"If you are secretly working for the fugitive we're after, i'm going to disable you for the remainder of your years. I'll start with plunging my Maneuver Gear blade between where the spine meets the ilium so that you cannot regain feeling in your legs. Otherwise, stick around if you like... I don't bite."

*TSK!* "...Clearly people flock to you for your personality...." *TSK!*

The Agent joked, almost sounding like a complement more then an insult.

*TSK!* "Still, ain't no worry there, Blondie. Got my Orders from Mr. Kazuya Mishima himself. Believe me, if that was the case, he wouldn't even let you disable my legs. He'd already have them torn off my body...That wasn't joke, he literally did that to someone once..." *TSK!*

"gif ur tryhm ta git inter mer cants-*Crack*, she's like 16. Believe me, even if you work for the Japanese, Pedophiles don't really get good employment contracts..." Darren sniped in with the mother of all cockblocks as he had his jaw reform mid sentence.

 

[Orinon]

Spoiler: Character sheet

]Name: Selena

Age: 19

Race: Human

Title: The Dark Wood Witch

Clothing: she wears a variety of dresses and dark clothing currently she is wearing this

Spoiler

She almost always has a pointed hat aside from when flying on her broom as the soeed would make it fly off.
She has a magic bracelet with several charms, these charms actually are her equipment, and they grow to full size.

Appearance: A rather young girl with a soft face, and very alluring Sapphire blue eyes. Physically she's fully matured. She stands at 5'7, she has waist length Purple hair,

Weapons: She has very few physical weapons but she does use a wand as her magical implement, she can cast spells without it, but the wand allows much greater focus of her magic making it very effective. she can make potions, and also can use her ingrediants to enhance certain effects of her spells.
She has alchemy equipment (cauldron, mortar, alembic, that sort of thing.) which shrink into charms she can create potions and poisons she very knowledgeable in magic medicine.

Powers:She's an expert in black magic. her tomes and spell books give her a wide variety of spells. In general though they fall under three categories.
Illusion spells: spells that cause the subject to see vision that have varying effects from calmness to fear.
Binding spells: She can cause the target to be paralyzed holding them in place, she has a variety of them that can effect both living and non living subjects.
Elemental spells: these are from flinging fire, or bolts of force, or controlling earth, or creating Ice,

Wild Magic: This is a branch of Elemental Magic that us significantly more powerful however she is not able to control such power, It only ever appears when under extreme duress, and even then it will still take on an unpredictable element though she can control the form of the spell.

She can also utilize her broomstick to fly which is another charm in her bracelet,
Weakness: Any sort of Anti-magic would inevitably ruin her ability to fight, she is also more vulnerable in close range as she has little physical stature.

Backstory: Selena rarely talks about her past even with people she is close to however she grew up in a small village which despised her for her magical ability, she suffered from their fear and hatred, said village burnt to the ground one night but no one can determine the cause as if he flames appeared from nowhere....
In isolation she spent her years learning magic, and now She has found herself allied with the Rising Dawn.

Note: While Selena uses plain black text for regular dialogue when castign certain spells she uses Magenta Color code, she also appears to be speaking in latin but very very poorly

Black Mesa: Anti-Mass Spectrometer: Selena, Kane, Snake

[HEADING=3]RANDOM ENCOUNTER No. 17: Solid Snake: Metal Gear Solid [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-gdYNLPMrk][/HEADING]


as the cardboard tank somehow opened fire. Selena Reacted quickly throwing up a barrier but not fast enough, she was severely depleted of her mana, the flimsy barrier blocked the shell but the shock-wave was intense, Selena growled and snapped her fingers, Snake heard a rumble as it began o rain fire, well sort of, small pebbles at a high velocity shot down that were themselves hot and on fire, now against actual armor this would be a laughable attempt, however as a teeny tank box this tore flaming holes Snake looked up with the contents of a ration packet (which totally wasn't just a hot pocket) halfway in his mouth, still under he affect of poison his vision became blurry as the witch advanced, she extended her hand it was lose to snake whom was poisoned and in a lot of pain from raining, flaming pebbles.
"Tempus posuit te super Ice"
She said and A blast of cold wind hit snake full front and ice formed around him quickly it took seconds for him to be encased in this strange ice that for some reason wasn't melting.
She glared at her opponent, a dead silence filled the room and the glow from her eyes faded and her knees buckled. she looked at herself and her surroundings her clothes were almost completely ruined and she felt like she had been trampled by a Company of Marines.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Black Mesa: Anti-Mass Spectrometer: Selena, Insaneo, Kane, Snake

[HEADING=3]RANDOM ENCOUNTER No. 17: Solid Snake: Metal Gear Solid [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-gdYNLPMrk][/HEADING]

Snake was busy freaking out over the remains of his fabled Tank-Box, recalling all the fun times they had together right before Selena sealed him in ice, a sad and surprised look on his face right before he was encased.
Right after that happened, Insaneo appeared on the scene because it's easier to write it this way and began to try and rebuild what little remained of the Portal Lab's master console.
As she was attempting to get her strength back, there was a low groan from behind her as the burned man began to attempt to crawl his way out of the chamber, something that was noteworthy as he was basically 90% burn wounds and little else, on top of just being dead less then a few minutes ago.
As for Insaneo, the main barrier that would prevent him from shutting off the portal tech would be how damaged the power lines were during the first few minutes of the storm.
The storm was self sustaining, so he would need to figure out a way to get enough power into the console to counter act it.

 

[Kalastryn]

Black Mesa - Armory ARES 35, Katya Rostikova.

Needless to say ARES' response to Katya's empathy was... confusion. This may as well be a case of Katya walking up to a cannon and giving it a bear hug. Then again... it didn't feel too bad to actually be on the receiving end of someone caring, rather than simply being forced to care about people you hardly knew.

That is at least until the sentiment was broken by "Dammit B3WP, I was about to get laid."

ARES actually broke out laughing at this point. Until the plan started to be discussed. "Being perfectly honest, you seem to have your logistics in order, except for two flaws I can see in that plan. Firstly, do you know where this missile is, and would we have enough time to reach it, especially given the second point. The second point being that while out of all of the armors and associated power modules I have, this one is the most mobile on the ground; however even the one most mobile in the air cannot simply fly forever. I would need an aircraft to intercept it, as the propulsion jets I possess are more for controlled hovering, not actual flight." They state, while tapping their chin.

"Alternatively in absence of that, if we could find a way to force my movement in the direction of this missile with enough force, I've been outfitted with a module that allows me to generate a personal field that cancels the effects of friction. So, and I would vastly prefer finding a vehicle to this, but it's just a contingency plan in absence of that possibility; were I to be launched as a projectile I would be able to utilize it to travel a much greater distance as I would be able to use my propulsion jets to prevent from falling, and cancel out variable of friction and therefore travel at a constant speed."

"Upon approach I would be able to correct my direction to carry out the rest of the plan, but I really don't want to be a cannonball... especially because I loathe to think of who or what you plan to catch me after the fact. As previously stated... an aircraft is... preferable." she states, blinking with a nod.

"Also, to break my typical professional behavior now that I've put those options on the table, those "parts" do not function. ARES units were designed that way so that we wouldn't have any other "drives" than the original intention. For confirmation, you could ask Kala when we return, and I desperately hope we will."

Daedalus 2.0 - Hangar Kalastryn, The President

Kala's blood was BOILING at the moment. Though the expression on her face didn't let it be known, her other self's musings inside of her head certainly stated how she felt about what the president just said

SERIOUSLY!?! Hundreds of THOUSANDS of people could die from something like that if we screw up, and all he's concerned with is getting the success of disarming it and preventing catastrophe on recording to further his political career?! If this man lives through this, I will DISEMBOWEL HIM MYSELF!! He wants to look like the hero? Really? If he's a "hero" then we chose the wrong line of work, because he'd give them all a bad name!"

... We are in total agreement. He has his reasons, despicable as they may be, for wanting to prevent this catastrophe. At the same time, he's probably the only one with the knowledge of how to stop it. Also... hurting him in any way is only going to harm us a hell of a lot more... though I agree, he does embody the reason I avoided politics. The two of them thought back and forth, though when it actually came time to speak, the fury of the situation had the run of it... at least a little more than usual.

"... Surely Mr. President you have to be kidding me. You're talking about a nuclear missile inbound to a former nuclear waste facility. I haven't seen what is down in there, but if it's capable of forming something like what's outside right now? Get your damn priorities straight. Put the cigar down, because I can tell that's something other than tobacco if you seriously think that it's more important to get the rescue on film, than focus all efforts into protecting your own citizens. People like you, are the reason I stayed out of politics. You haven't made an enemy out of me, but I hope I never see your sorry carcass again. You want to get disarming that catastrophe on film so we can all look like heroes? That's... hilarious. Your more concerned with bringing yourself up on the next podium with a glorious achievement than actually achieving it with a good intention. THAT is not heroic. So you can help the real heroes do their job and save your people's lives, which will look a lot better I'm sure than deliberately capturing video evidence of it with the intention of looking greater than you are at this point, or you can hand me back my ring and have a nice day. she ranted, her expression more serious and cold than belonging any portion to anger, but the last bit was no less oozing with sarcasm.

 

[StormShaun]

Wanderer, David West, and.. a dog?
Location: Black Mesa | Experimental hanger.
Insert drama [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJVPus2GR5M]

Wanderer stood outside of the plane, shaking his head. There was a nuke heading their way, and yet they couldn't even activate the one thing that could save them. "I doubt it... Also, this plane might have a, uh, whatsit. Siri, yeah." He said, bumping the plane with his fist. That was when the plane suddenly came to life. "I believe that is called Artificial Intelligence, sir." A polite voice said, and there was silence.

"Uh, that wasn't you, right?" Wanderer asked for David, pulling himself into the second seat of the plane. Looking outside, he saw the dog. Scratching his chin, Wanderer knew what say do. "Boy, do you want to come with us, do you want to come with us? Yes, yes you do. Good boy. Well, I have some duck tape." Wanderer said with a evil smirk. "I believe there is a airborne danger heading towards this location, as you were saying, would you like me to fly toward it, sirs?" The voice chirped again.

"Either this plane is haunted, or it is an actually AI. Neat, anyway, takeoff damn it!" Wanderer said in a annoyed tone, rocking in his seat.

Kalastryn & The President.
Location: Daedalus 2.0 | Hangar

During her rant, The President's face seem to darken over, but it showed no anger, no frustration. All the activity in the hanger seemed to be at a still, as the air seemed to waver with the anger of the tiefling. Some of the soldiers shook their head, some looked upon the group, but it seemed that the unity of the crew sighed. That was when a metallic clank hit the ground, and all attention was focused upon it.

It was a rifle, and the Private from before stood over it, returning with the runaway vehicle and Sargent. "What... what the Hell did you just say?!" His voice yelled with rage. For a brief second, the Sargent tried to hold him back, but he broke free with ease, confronting the woman. "Do you know him? Do you know us?! You know nothing!" He bellowed, gripping both Kala's shoulders with a look without fear. "We're fighting a war on multiple fronts. Not just this battle, but there is a political battle too!"

He gave a hard shake before letting go. "Not only to mention, one of US was kidnapped, and I'm sure The Boss is keeping tabs on that Operation even now." He said, the rage fading away. His Sargent came along and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jenkins, it isn't worth it. We have better things to focus on." He said to Private Jenkins. "Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Don't be selfish, for you know nothing." The Private muttered.

"I was wrong. You are a damn demon." He said, picking up his gun. "Sir!" He saluted The President, before spitting upon the ground near Kala, and leaving. The Sargent offered a salute to The President before trying to catch up to the Private. Then the hanger was once again filled with life and sound. Except, there were more angry stares directed upon Kala. After all, the unity of the crew was not just centered upon The Boss.

"I apologize for his attitude, little miss..." He said with a tone as if he talked to a nagging child, and his fake smile shared the same feelings. "He is certainly right though. This is not the only Operation going on. The one you call Bison is currently running for President as someone known as 'Vincent Vega'. He reasons for Presidency are unknown reasons, but we certainly know they're bad." He said, taking another hit of his cigar. "Not only that, a crazed military maniac known as Armstrong is running for President too, and he has currently..." He said, smoking once more, and taking a deep breath after. "Taken one of my closest friends hostage. We currently have a operation for that too, so you will have to excuse me if I'm a little on edge." He said, leaving a bit of silence.

That was when he smiled. "You better be fucking yourself though, because I'm not letting one god damn thing fall upon MY people or country. God damn, I don't care for secrecy anymore. Everyone, all hands on deck, raise the alert to maximum. Prepare Saint JOAN!" He called out, and once again, the hanger stood motionless before even more chaos invaded the area. "I felt that something like this would happen, which is why Wanderer was only one plan. If he fails, which I doubt he will, we have another..." He said, his smile evolving into a devilish level. That was when the pile of boxes he stood upon started to shift to the side.

It revealed a large hole, in which a machine began to be raised, yet when it was revealed, it looked more like a metal monster [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/3/3c/Solid-Snake-vs-Metal-Gear-REX.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20101101204229]. The President looked upon it with pride. "This is why I'm the only authorized personnel to lead Area 51." He said, and gave a light chuckle, before pressing his earpiece. "Daedalus, finish preparations for plan A, launch the film jets, and ready Saint JOAN for Plan B. Plus, get me a sitrep on Operation Dandy, AND... someone get me a latte!" He said, and the metallic monster known as Saint JOAN moved, vibrating the hanger with its large steps.

About to walk off, The President turned around. "When you do that again, you should breath... the brain needs it. You can let yourself out." He said with a sudden cold, dark look, as if he expected more for one of the Rising Dawn. Throwing he ring back to Kala, The President immediately turned and started humming "hail to the chief". "The world has a good reason to fear meeee~" He said with melody, completely and utterly forgetting about Kazuya. After all, a grand plan was almost ready, and he didn't trust the corporate stooge. The former silent ship was now on alert. On top, high speed planes were taking off, and for some damn reason, the ship was playing rap music [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qE9wZS0RX0] really loud.

"All hail to the motherfucking Chief!"

And the ship rocked with cheer.
"Nobody fucks with the Saints..."​

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

, and Rory Mercury.
Location: Currently falling

"

Rory... Apostle...

Alpha muttered, feeling interested by this new person. Before Alpha could search through the Rising Dawn databse, suddenly the sensation of rushing air hit her. That was when the AI witnessed the power Rory had.

It was frightening seeing someone tear through reinforced steel.
Yet it was much more terrifying to then have your hand grabbed.
It was like a bad hunch had hit her.

"Or you can come explain things to me." Rory said with an impish look.
"

Eh?

" Alpha said with what can be described as a confused look. Before the AI could cock her head at the statement she were already falling through the air. Luckily enough, her feeling of terror was pushed back by other priorities, which was of course, Rory herself.

The air itself was rushing past, but soon enough her body was feeling lightweight, as if she was made out of nothing but leaves. Looking at Rory, she thought about her question, also noticing how she was being let go by the Apostle. Alpha allowed herself to escape the grip, readying her answer. "

We... we are a independent group, working for the betterment of the world! Sometimes we take in... TAKE IN requests from other groups, but once again... we only work for a good outcome

." Alpha bellowed, unsure that her words would reach Rory in this kind of environment.

"

B-but, sometimes the world, fate... or something else has plans for us! To sum it up, danger, adventure, and helping the world, that is what we live for

!" She finally said, satisfied the answer she gave. Alpha only hoped that Rory would see something good out of this group. Then the worry about landing came to her, and all gaze was focused upon the ground. "

[color=nvayblue]Oh, right... gravity...[/color]

"

 

[Kalastryn]

Daedalus 2.0 - Hangar Kalastryn & The President

Even after her rant, which was cold and venomous (though stoically calm) and having observed the results, Kala actually began smiling. Turning to the Private who had just been enraged enough to spit at her, she quite calmly explained. "You're perfectly right." With all of her composure returning as if it had never truly left.

"I don't know a thing about what you've all been through, aside from what I've just been told. I do know however, that anger is a great catalyst for action, and sit and discuss though we may as it arrived a nuclear missile was on it's way and the one man with enough power to stop it was in this room. I was not afraid to anger him if it meant saving time, and by extension innocent lives. Your president told me to show myself out, and I assume no one is too keen on letting me stay. However keep your own meltdown in mind. I know nothing of you, but that is mutual." she says with a mostly formal bow.

"I won't apologize for saying what I have, as really... it was only to get you to act more swiftly. That seems to have worked." she says with a smirk. "If you knew a thing about what I've been through, you'd understand also why I wouldn't take mass destruction, or implements of such lightly. You have been through a lot, your friend is missing, and there is a nuclear warhead racing it's way here. The entire world I came from is gone. Everyone I used to know and love is dead save for a handful of people. Everyone fights a battle you know nothing about, and though I meant to be insulting, I'll still apologize for my ignorance of your situation. The venom in my voice stung more than I intended as a result, it seems."

With utmost sincerity as she slips her ring back on her finger. "With either the ordeals plaguing you, can I help you?"

...Really? He just shook you and spit at you, probably wanted to shoot you on top of it. These fuckers are-

-Just as at risk as we are in the current situation with this place being turned into a crater and everyone here dying? Now is not the time for petty squabbles. I'll agree that egging them on worked, but there comes a time when you simply have to throw anger aside, as natural as it is to feel, and get things done so that we all live to see the sunrise tomorrow morning, hmn? Also, remembering that the man we're after is also his political opponent makes me think twice about how necessary it may be to gather such recordings, for whatever purpose. It could greatly help in swaying any potential allies away from his metaphorical banner.

By the flame... why do you always know what to say?

One of us has to, otherwise we'd be just like he said. A "damn demon." I hate that misconception when people look at me. At least I'm sophisticated. She contested in her own mind.

It was true though, speaking out like she did certainly pissed them off, but that was intended... and fulfilled the purpose of making them move. Now to do something herself, starting with offering assistance.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Armory
"Practical Joking!"
Katya Rostikova​

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The Rising Dawn's Hacker Heroine and Resident Sexual Deviant could only sigh as she heard that ARES-35's parts were for show only. Granted there might be options with the introduction of Nano-Agents to connect the vestigial portions of ARES-35's body but granted that the female shaped toaster had a rather poor reaction to the last time that Katya attempted to delve into her systems, she would more than likely be a less than willing participant.

"Suit yourself." Katya said with an impish grin as she hefted the Malawan Volcano and took aim for the ceiling above them. According to her sensor records two crew members, Wanderer and David, were in the hanger preparing a craft for flight. Given ARES' preference for an aircraft, Katya was only too willing to oblige. As she started to squeeze the rifle's trigger, the boss chimed in over her ring.

[color=9f2b68]"Good. Wanderer and David are trying to get a transport from the Hanger to reach the Missile. Make your way to their location, Before Wanderer decides that he'd like staring at the explosion more then making sure everyone lives..."[/color]

"On it." The Heavenly Hacker stated as she unleashed a torrent of super heated hurt on the ceiling of the armor, drilling a large hole in the ceiling. It took a couple more blasts but soon the Armory was filled with sunlight filtering through the hole that Katya had created. While she had been creating the hole in the roof, she had also accessed the base's radar systems and started tracking the path of the incoming warhead.

Turning to ARES, the Rising Dawn's Hacker Heroine and Resident Practical Joker cracked a smile before addressing the Mechanical Mistress.

"Also... so here's the plan. I'm going to have B3WP build a magnetic acceleration system, a Rail Cannon if you will. While he's doing that I need you to tap into the base's power system so that we can power up the system. After it's built, you're going to get into the launch chamber and we're going to use the magnetic acceleration system to sling you towards the missiles. A word of warning, the tube can't be adjusted so you're going to have to steer yourself in the right direction. Now a quick word of warning, I've never done this before so I'm going to have to guess at the power settings. If I input too much power, you'll end up in lower Earth orbit, which is okay since you won't get obliterated in the nuke. If I input too little power, you might end up smashed against the side of a canyon wall. Okay?"

There was a pause as Katya let her words settle inside of ARES for a moment before she bust out with a heavy chuckle.

"Ah never. Better idea. Could you get us onto that bomber that Mister West and Mister Wanderer are on?" She said with a snort before addressing her ring. "Mister West, Mister Wanderer. I need a ride for two."

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Black Mesa Hanger
"The Lip Licking Shall Ensue!"
Rory Mercury​

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"B-but, sometimes the world, fate... or something else has plans for us! To sum it up, danger, adventure, and helping the world, that is what we live for!"

The Artificial Girl said as she floated down towards the Earth. Before the distance between the women could get any larger, the Black and Crimson dressed Demigoddess glided over to Alpha and grabbed her by the wrist before forcing Alpha to wrap her arms around the young looking woman.

"Sounds fun!" The Oracle said cheerfully, her tongue running around the perimeter of her lips at the prospect of traveling from place to place to place to send souls to her God, Emloy. She continued to speak, her voice sounding more and more excited. " I like it. I love it. I want to help you smash your enemies into dust, to ground their bones into tiny bits, strike terror into their very souls before sending them screaming into the embrace of Emloy!"

That... wasn't what Alpha said was it?

The distance between Alpha, Rory and the Executive Helipad got smaller, Rory sensing the fighting was getting heaviest in that location as she drifted close to the side of a canyon wall before planting the edge of her Halberd into the Canyon wall causing the duo to slow down. Planting a boot into the canyon wall slowed the duo down even further as they closed the distance with their enemy. The NOD guards, having tracked the two women since they started their descent from the Airship, started firing as soon as both Alpha and Rory were within range.

The side of the canyon exploded as the lead bullets impacted against sand stone. Strangely enough, rather than panic, the Young Looking Lolicon started giggling loudly before launching both her and Alpha off the side of the wall and towards their enemy.

THUNK The sound of Rory's boots hitting the flight deck echoed along the canyon walls along with the sound of Alpha being slid behind cover.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The sound of lead bullets being deflected by the twirled halberd combined with Rory's laughter which was soon joined by the screaming of the guards as they were dismembered, eviscerated and turned into much smaller bits of guard.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" The laugh continued before the Oracle started addressing her victims, "Thank you for your welcome, gentleman. I hope that you've enjoyed your time on this world."

A body flew past Alpha having been impaled by the tip of Rory's Halberd and flung over the side of the Helipad and into the canyon beyond, the body splashing into the river below. The remainder of the guards paused at the sight of the young girl wielding a giant axe and decimating their numbers. Not a one of them had been spared.

"More?" Rory Mercury asked charmingly as she licked her lips hungrily before charged once again.

 

[Kalastryn]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Armory
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ARES' eyes went wide for a moment at Katya's former suggestion in silence, at least before Katya laughed it off. "Ah never. Better idea. Could you get us onto that bomber Mister West and Mister Wanderer are on?"

"Well, it sure as hell beats the alternative you just proposed!" She said as the hole in the roof made a damn fine route to whichever number of floors above them it would take to reach their position. No sooner than Katya had asked David and Wanderer for a transport, she found herself picked up by ARES once again. However this time, more safely positioned onto their back instead, as ARES began to propel the pair of them through the hole made in the roof.

"Also about your offer to take a look at my programming, I can simply run a system diagnostic this time around to restore what that French jackass broke... but I'm on the fence as to whether or not I'd actually want to. I'll probably have to eventually, but if we make it out of here there's one thing in particular I might as well talk about before I might end up having to shut up and do whatever the hell you all say again. Oh uh... not that I ever minded [small]Everyone I've met here have been much kinder than the Accord for sure... no complaints[/small]. she stammers out as they reach their floor.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Elise, Nadalia, Ryan, Miia, Blade, Black Harte, The Batter, Rory, Alpha

While Ryan didn't seem all that convinced by Miia's tactics, the seemed to be the only one.
"oh, she's giving them the Box Treatment?! Man, that's old school!" He gleefully said as he watched her sneak her way past the external patrols with a greet degree of ease, even managing to disable one of their number.
"...You serious?...Spys actually do that?"
"Yeah! I remember that after the Striders merged with the Outer Heaven PMC group after the Monster Attack Summer, they mostly discarded a lot of their methods as being "Inferior" to Strider Training. However, their infiltration skills were legions ahead of actual ninjas! Don't go hating the Classic's Ryan, They became classics for a reason." He said before quickly making his way over to Miia's location to take care of the now strangled guard, quickly moving him out of view in order to allow Miia to move more freely.
"Alright, what I think we should do is avoid all combat. We need to find the pilot and take him out, as well as grab a few uniforms. We will then take the aircraft from the inside and once Wesker gets on board, we then just snatch him and fly away before he can raise the alarm. Now, this can ONLY work if we are able to avoid ALL contact with the enemy. Because the second they think something is up, we will have zero chance of pulling this off. Okay. Miia, I want you to-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Thank you for your welcome, gentleman. I hope that you've enjoyed your time on this world."
As the gunfire, laser-fire and-...Fire!fire began to fire up upon Rory's dramatic entry, Blade just stood there with a blank expression before slowly massaging his temples.
"No, that would be too easy, wouldn't it?...CHANGE OF PLANS! GO, GO, GO!" Blade shouted to the others before leaping into action, namely sprinting along the lower levels and quickly cutting down enemy soldiers who were too bust shooting at Rory to notice him.
Speaking of Rory, she did get plenty of attention from the guards as her appearance did cause them to freak out a bit, after all, they were all from units who had just been cut down less then an hour ago.
However, this merely amused the Commando [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/cnc/images/4/44/Nod_Commando_2047_Cropped.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20070804143006] who was watching from the backlines, putting a smirk on her face before stating "...I'll love to make new friends..."
Her little quip out of the way, she fired up her Stealth Camo before quickly making her way towards the Jaitbait Deathlord.
All of the units nearby her seemed to pull away, stumbling over themselves in fear, I mean, this was a REALLY bad day for them, at least 60% of their forces were dead, Kane was lost to them and now they were about to be nuked!
As she advanced however, several dozen painful burning lasers riddled her center of mass, leaving clear holes right though her body.
While the blood loss and organ failure began to sink in, the Commando uncloaked, two laser pistols steaming away as she put them away.
"Not sure what world your from, but it seems to me that they are a bit behind technologically, Hm?..." She taunted with a slightly french accent before looking back to the rest of her men.
"The Enemy is attacking. Clean them up for me, would you?...I'll entertain our friend here..." She ordered as she looked back at Rory, hands ready to draw her weapons if needed...

Alpha watched as this went on, but there was a slight hissing noise coming from behind her.
Once she turned around, she was greeted with a lone Black Hand trooper with a Flamethrower, pointed directly at her.
"Purification commencing..." he said before a deadly surge of blue fire [http://cnc.wikia.com/wiki/Purifying_flame] raced towards her

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Wanderer, David West, Katya, ARES and Barbas
Location: Black Mesa | Experimental hanger/Black Mesa Airspace

"Right, that's the AI...So..."AI, Start Engine."
[INVALID COMMAND!]
"..."AI, Run Flight Program."
[INVALID COMMAND!]
"..."AI, take off!"
[INVALID COMMAND!]
With David having just as much success as he did before they found the assistant AI program, Katya and ARES soon found their way to the craft.
"Mister West, Mister Wanderer. I need a ride for two."
"Yeah, And i need a ride for 4. We got a aircraft but we can't get it airborne-" The Sniper explained before ARES blew a hole in the floor nearby, arriving at their location.
"...There was a door?..." He snarked before getting back to struggling with the controls, suddenly getting an idea
"ARES! You speak-..."Code", right? Think you could convince the AI to get this piece of shit running? I mean, I've tried everything, even that little red button-"
As David attempted to Troubleshoot, the Mecha simply walked forward before pushing the only other button David hadn't pressed yet, instantly causing the aircraft to hum to life as it automatically did pre-flight checks.
"...Hey, I'm a Sniper, not a pilot..." He sighed before they were taken to the airspace above Black Mesa, getting a good view of all the damage they had done to the surrounding area.
"Right...Now, if I know US Missile policies, I'm guessing the Missile would be coming from the Eastern Coast. If it was coming from the Western one, we'd be dead right now and I'd imagine the crowd in Washington would be a bit more willing to nuke a desert then the states actually near the blast zone. So...If we did some math, we could find out which missile base it was coming from an-"
"Think that's it?..." Wanderer then asked as he pointed to a VERY small moving dot in the distance.
"...If we can see it from over here...Then that must be ONE big ass missile...I'm going to move us in, whatever your plans are, finalize them now. We only got one shot at this..." David warned before the aircraft raced towards the missile.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Armory
"Send the Dog!"
Katya Rostikova​

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The eyes of the Rising Dawn's Resident Hacker and Practical Joker widened when she saw the inbound nuclear tipped fire riding phallus. The Irish Sniper, David West, pointed out that the fact that they could see the radioactive rocket from that distance meant that it was huge. What the Booze Hound failed to mention was the fact that an extremely long nuclear rod of that size meant that it was probably an MIRV, Multiple Independently Targetable Re-Entry Vehicle. In layman's terms it meant that before the thing was ready to blow, it would break up into smaller warheads, probably all bound for the same target.

"How about we strap that dog to a missile and use him to explode it?" Katya Rostikova suggested with a smirk. The expressions of the others made her take a quick step back lest the glares she received were a precursor for a combined eye laser assault, "N... never mind."

The fact that the nuke had such a huge payload complicated Katya's original plan. Removing that much plutonium from the warheads was going to take more time than they had. Shooting the plutonium laden dooms day weapon was also a big no go since it would scatter the radioactive material over several hundred square miles of potentially inhabited land. Not only that, if someone got off their ass and started searching, they could more than likely find enough plutonium to make a warhead of their own.

There were still a few options open to them, however. They could hack the United States' nuclear system and send the abort signal to the missile which would cause it to crash but not explode. The problem with that method though was that the Rising Dawn members had a greater chance of creating a Hacking Robo Dog Wandering Sniper hybrid than cracking the abort code before the MIRV deployed its warhead and turned Black Mesa into a White Hot Mushroom cloud. If the missile was using the Global Positioning System for error correction, they could scramble the GPS signals in the area and cause the nuclear spear to detonate far away from the intended target. Again, this would mean that someone would be growing a second head between their legs somewhere down the line.

The safest method would be to not only remove the warhead from the rocket but to disarm the triggers that would cause the warheads to detonate. The only question really was how.

"Uhhh... does anyone have any pointers for riding a nuclear warhead tipped missile?" The Hacker and Digital Deviant asked, her face totally serious this time, "Mister West. I need to get to that Missile... if you could just pull up next to it. ARES, I'll need your help removing the warheads from the rocket assembly. Wanderer... stop trying to look up my skirt and Keep David from crashing into the side of a mountain and dog... don't pee on my shoes."

Sure. Pull up next to a missile traveling at high speeds. Totally easy task to accomplish right?

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Black Mesa Executive Helipad
"Rory Learns to User the Force"
Rory Mercury​

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If the Commando was expecting for Rory to look at her surprised before dying, she was going to be sadly mistaken. The girl had been burned by dragon fire, slashed by swords and perforated by a plethora of bullets of varying calibers. A few concentrated bursts of light was hardly going to phase her. The wounds bubbled for a bit before sealing back up as if Rory had never been touched. Regardless of how technologically behind the Special Region trailed behind this dimension, it would be impossible for the Commando to simple shoot Apostle Rory Mercury to death. Actually, given her immortality, it was impossible for the Death God's Oracle to be killed.

The Black Clad Young Looking woman gave the NOD Commando a wicked grin before running her pink tongue around her lips. Brandishing the heavy halberd with a flourish Rory began to laugh as she charged directly at the female Eye Patched Commando. As the Laughing Loli closed the distance between her and her prey, she plant the tip of her Halberd into the ground, causing her to vault herself high into the air. Both the Commando and the Black Hand Trooper reacted quite predictably. With their minds unable to comprehend that they were facing a being that could not be killed, they stood their ground and pointed their weapons directly at their target. Blue flames and bursts of laser fire engulfed the Berserker clad in Black. Again the bursts of laser fire cut into the Demi-Goddess' pristine and pale flesh. It was perhaps fortunate that the outcome was slightly different this time. The Black Hand Trooper grunted as the Halberd appeared to sprout out of the man's chest and back, pinning him to the ground. Seeing her associate killed in such a manner the Commando realized that the girl was unarmed and appeared to have no other means of attack. Biding her time, the woman waited until Rory landed before unleashing a prolonged shot from one of her laser pistols. As the mercurial Rory landed, she felt her left forearm drop to the ground as it was severed by the NOD Commando's shot.

"Ahhh! AHHHHHH!!!" The Former Goddess of Love screamed as she looked at the stump where her arm used to be. Grabbing it from the ground, Rory continued to scream in pain, "AHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

It might have been that the Commando was facing an incarnation of insanity, one of Emloy's domains, but she found the sight of the young girl staring at her ruined arm while laughing disturbing. Even more disturbing was Rory's next action. She threw her severed left arm at the Cyclopean Commando.

There was a yelp of surprise as the One Eyed Woman felt the arm strike her and grip her clothing. Looking down, she saw that the severed arm's hand had actually closed around her clothing and started crawling up her body. Panicked, the woman attempted to rip the limb off of her and found that she lacked both the necessary strength and leverage to accomplish this. The panic the NOD Commando felt soon faded as Rory's arm wrapped its fingers around Kane's Commando's neck and started tightening. A loud ripping noise soon followed as the Commando's throat was ripped open causing a twin geyser of blood to cover the Black Haired Berserker.

Pressing her stump against the severed forearm, the dismembered limb healed and became whole once again. Picking up the Commando's dual laser pistols, the young War Apostle twirled them around her fingers before tucking them in her thigh high socks. Ripping her halberd from the remains of the Black Hand Trooper, Death walked towards the remaining NOD soldiers, a wicked grin plastered all over her face.