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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1496810" data-attributes="member: 13737"><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">EPIC HQ</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Johan</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Well, you'll be short a member if we can't get this armor fixed," Sanchez says, organizing pieces of the armor. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You notice that most of the pieces, if not all of them, are not damaged, just that connections between the pieces have been destroyed. That might be a design flaw or feature, you're not sure. Many of the attachements are rather wrecked, from the flight capabilities to sensor additions to the helmet. You have a feeling the interface that connects to Anna's spine looks pretty much ruined.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Sanchez brings the schematics for the armor up on the screens around her workbench. "Alright, you two," she says. "Get the pieces set on the bench in order. They've each got serial numbers on them, so you can match them up to the schematic. I better get to work on the nervous system interface or it wont' matter what we do with the armor," she states, taking the back plate and painful looking wiring and probes to another workbench.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Anna starts moving pieces around, reading the schematic and comparing codes, and putting them in order. It's not an easy task for her, especially being restricted to her wheelchair.</span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">China</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Raisa</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Time passes and you keep up your routine. You are amazed at how fast Jackal regenerates anything you do to him. But as you hit his muscles, his growls grow less and his straining less forceful. His breathing slowly becomes more and more laboured, and his lunges at you fewer and farther between. His ears, which had been flattend against his head in a show of anger, begin to droop slightly and his eyes start to glaze over.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Finally, three hours later, as you strike him again in the arm, he wobbles and falls to his knees.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"S-stop," he pleads weakly, throat probably bruised from his straining over the past hours. He slumps forward, but the chains about his arms and neck prevent him from reaching the ground. Instead, he lets out a choked whine as he hits the end of the chains, as they suspend him a foot from the floor.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Xi stands and comes over, taking the staff from you. Your hands throb when he does so. He uses it to lever Jackal into a sitting position. "Who are you?"</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Michael," Jackal says, voice no more than a horse whisper.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Are you deceiving me?" Xi asks, raising the staff as if to strike him again.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Jackal... Michael flinches, turning as much as he can reflexively to avoid any blow.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"The Jackal will never shrink from a blow," he says. "Do you know who this girl is?"</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Michael, once certain he will not be struck, looks over Raisa. He is still rather intimidating being that on his knees he still towers over you. He doesn't transform, but it seems to you that he is slightly smaller than before, perhaps a foot or two even. His blackish brown fur isn't bristling any more, giving him a softer appearance. But he still has those immense claws, which apparently, like a dog, he can't retract. It makes you wonder how useful his hands are. His teeth make you think of your mother reading you Little Red Riding hood as a child. <em>All the better to eat you with, my dear,</em> you think to yourself. After what seems like minutes, but probably is only a few seconds, the light of recognition comes to his features.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Raisa," he says quietly. "You drove the Jackal away." His eyes flicker over to the staff in Xi's hands. He looks afraid of it, but the look only lasts a brief instant.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Thank you."</span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">X12</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The sounds of some heavy duty weapons training comes from the dojo as you pass. Muffled sounds of a striking cane or staff can be heard. But it fades as you get closer to the bunkhouse, and can't be heard at all once you are within.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1496810, member: 13737"] [b][font=Times New Roman]EPIC HQ[/font][/b] [b][font=Times New Roman]Johan[/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman]"Well, you'll be short a member if we can't get this armor fixed," Sanchez says, organizing pieces of the armor. [/font] [font=Times New Roman]You notice that most of the pieces, if not all of them, are not damaged, just that connections between the pieces have been destroyed. That might be a design flaw or feature, you're not sure. Many of the attachements are rather wrecked, from the flight capabilities to sensor additions to the helmet. You have a feeling the interface that connects to Anna's spine looks pretty much ruined.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Sanchez brings the schematics for the armor up on the screens around her workbench. "Alright, you two," she says. "Get the pieces set on the bench in order. They've each got serial numbers on them, so you can match them up to the schematic. I better get to work on the nervous system interface or it wont' matter what we do with the armor," she states, taking the back plate and painful looking wiring and probes to another workbench.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Anna starts moving pieces around, reading the schematic and comparing codes, and putting them in order. It's not an easy task for her, especially being restricted to her wheelchair.[/font] [b][font=Times New Roman]China[/font][/b] [b][font=Times New Roman]Raisa[/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman]Time passes and you keep up your routine. You are amazed at how fast Jackal regenerates anything you do to him. But as you hit his muscles, his growls grow less and his straining less forceful. His breathing slowly becomes more and more laboured, and his lunges at you fewer and farther between. His ears, which had been flattend against his head in a show of anger, begin to droop slightly and his eyes start to glaze over.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Finally, three hours later, as you strike him again in the arm, he wobbles and falls to his knees.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"S-stop," he pleads weakly, throat probably bruised from his straining over the past hours. He slumps forward, but the chains about his arms and neck prevent him from reaching the ground. Instead, he lets out a choked whine as he hits the end of the chains, as they suspend him a foot from the floor.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Xi stands and comes over, taking the staff from you. Your hands throb when he does so. He uses it to lever Jackal into a sitting position. "Who are you?"[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Michael," Jackal says, voice no more than a horse whisper.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Are you deceiving me?" Xi asks, raising the staff as if to strike him again.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Jackal... Michael flinches, turning as much as he can reflexively to avoid any blow.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"The Jackal will never shrink from a blow," he says. "Do you know who this girl is?"[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Michael, once certain he will not be struck, looks over Raisa. He is still rather intimidating being that on his knees he still towers over you. He doesn't transform, but it seems to you that he is slightly smaller than before, perhaps a foot or two even. His blackish brown fur isn't bristling any more, giving him a softer appearance. But he still has those immense claws, which apparently, like a dog, he can't retract. It makes you wonder how useful his hands are. His teeth make you think of your mother reading you Little Red Riding hood as a child. [i]All the better to eat you with, my dear,[/i] you think to yourself. After what seems like minutes, but probably is only a few seconds, the light of recognition comes to his features.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Raisa," he says quietly. "You drove the Jackal away." His eyes flicker over to the staff in Xi's hands. He looks afraid of it, but the look only lasts a brief instant.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Thank you."[/font] [b][font=Times New Roman]X12[/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman]The sounds of some heavy duty weapons training comes from the dojo as you pass. Muffled sounds of a striking cane or staff can be heard. But it fades as you get closer to the bunkhouse, and can't be heard at all once you are within.[/font] [/QUOTE]
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