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2002 August 25
| Weston |
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First Blood
Geneviev blinks in surprise at the attack and, leaning around the corner, quickly shifts her aim down to Ansrellion's right calf. She smiles grimly as she squeezes the trigger briefly and five needles spit out of her rifle and into the dark elf's leg.
Ansrellion, apparently completely unaware of the human behind him doesn't have time to react. Four of the needles stick into his calf, the fifth apparently bouncing off his leg, which to all appearances seems to be clothed in simple cotton pants. He grunts in pain and actually looses his balance, dropping to his knees and dropping his bow in the process.
Bethpage suffers a nasty moment of guilt as Renthal gets the arrow and topples, and a nastier moment as one of Gene's perfectly good needles bounces off Ansrellion's leg. She dashes out from cover and fires from about the halfway point between her previous spot and the hostile elf. The four-bullet burst, thankfully, hits Ansrellion in the right shoulder as planned, and not the head.
Ansrellion has just started to turn his head to see where the previous attack came from when the next attack comes. Page's bullets hit him in the right shoulder and blow straight through and out the other side. He lets out a sharp gasp and reaches his left hand towards the injured shoulder. His right arm is dangling useless at the side and he seems to be stunned.
Saburo tensed when Ansrellion shot his bow at the other elf, and he springs into motion, knowing that he might not get there in time to stop the bullets his teammates will surely be shooting. He remembers that maybe taking this warlord alive would be more fruitful, as he starts moving towards Ansrellion. His hand wraps around his katana's grip, and he fast draws it and strikes, all in one fluid motion. Ansrellion shakes one way and then turns the other as burts of needles and laser fire lance into him. Saburo's feet plant firmly onto the ground as the blade whirls towards Ansrellions neck, only to stop cold, the sharp metal edge against the elf's neck. A single drop of blood appears slowly...
Dr_Chong sprints forward as Renthal gets hit, running toward him. As he runs he subvocalizes "Did you see the way that needle just bounced off Ansrellion's leg?"
Kavanaugh narrows his eyes, glancing around his field of view -- even looking skyward, as well, just in case -- watchin for any of the dark elf's assosciates. "I missed it, Doctor, may God bless your eyesight! He's not alone, be watchful for any of his friends." He glances over his shoulder. "Yarnchaser, get over here and help me look, coffee beans aren't good for cats."
Pitch_Black coughs. "Holy shit, that's enough down there, Peckinpah! Doc, see if Renthal's still breathing!" He pulls his weapon in and glances backward down the street in the other direction. "Someone check the tac array, too. Might be more contacts."
Dr_Chong runs up to Renthal, breaks out his first aid gear, and does what he can to comfort him and stop the bleeding.
Pitch_Black checks either way down the street, then leaves his windown perch and begins wending his way back through the bookstore toward ground level. Diu. Wonder if there's a book on first aid in here someplace...
Bethpage feels the world slow back down, though her heartrate hasn't, as Saburo reaches Ansrellion and the elf looks pretty damn contained. She continues her run over to Renthal to check his damage. It's not my fault. I didn't shoot him. Why do I still feel guilty?
Bethpage asks Dr. Chong, "How is he, Doc? Need us to get you anything?"
Dr_Chong says, "It looks like his lung has been puncturered and is filling up with blood. I will have to work fast."
Pitch_Black touches his com. "C'mon out, Padre, this one's done with. Hope you remember how to give last rites."
Saburo says, "Ansrellion, do not attempt to draw another weapon. Shooting during negotiations is not honorable. I will kill you if you attempt to escape or attack again."
Geneviev checks the tactical as Pitch suggested, looking for other dark elves.
Kavanaugh grimaces slightly, as he scoops up Yarnchaser in his arms, holstering the Steyr SMG. "I hope I don't have to do that, Pitch." He steps out of the cafe, looking up and down the street cautiously.
Dr_Chong says, "Lets move him into the Cafe. We will have to carry him, but be gentle."
Ansrellion is not moving, he doesn't respond to Saburo, but he doesn't attempt anything either.
Bethpage nods to the Doctor and says, "Just show me what to do."
Dr_Chong says, "Grab his feet Page, I will carry his shoulders."
Pitch_Black steps back out into the sunlight, sliding his wraparound visor back onto his nose. "Looks like we got this one contained. What's the sitrep, Gene? I'm gonna help Saburo get the target secured. Not like he needs help under the circumstances..."
Bethpage nods again and reaches to get Renthal's feet, very gently.
Dr_Chong picks up Renthal with Page's help and carries him into the cafe.
Geneviev starts walking towards the others. "The other twenty are remaining outside of the city limits."
Saburo says, "I was worried the others would have killed you. You are lucky, Dowrani warlord."
Dr_Chong sets Renthal down on a large table nearby the water supply. "I can handle the rest myself, why don't you wait outside?" he says to Page.
Dr_Chong begins breaking out a field surgeory kit that includes some very sharp looking blades.
Pitch_Black nods to himself, "Keep an eye on 'em, we're gonna need hard cover if they grow some courage." He trots up on the other side of Ansrellion, lowering his rifle a little.
Geneviev glances at the others and the triage they're setting up. She nods. "I'll set up on the roof of the office building."
Bethpage gives the Doctor and his charge a worried look, and says, "Good luck. I'll be at the door if you need anything," as she moves away.
Pitch_Black thumbs-up to Gene, "Right on. Thanks, Gene. Get on the push if you need anything."
Geneviev blinks at Pitch. "On the push?"
Pitch_Black says, "The com, Gene. The com."
Ansrellion keeps his good hand tight to his shoulder and stares straight ahead.
Geneviev ohhs. She shakes her head and turns to jog back to the office building.
Bethpage adds to the team's com noise, "Doc and Renthal are in the cafe, I'm guarding their door."
Saburo says, "Now, Warlord, should we continue negotiations, or tell your people to send us a new negotiator, without the bloodlust? "
Saburo draws his blade back, just half an inch.
Pitch_Black lowers his rifle a bit to aim at the wounded elf, and takes a step back. "If you're still alive, you can stand up now, Ansrellion. If you wanna stay that way, do it slowly."
Saburo says into the comm, "Where do you want us to put the prisoner?
Ansrellion's eyes flick over to Saburo and he gives him a grim look. "I would not have fired had you not mentioned what that dog did. Are you ready to negotiate or would you like to goad me into sending in the rest of my warriors?"
Geneviev heads into the office building and runs up the flights of stairs to the top.
Ansrellion shifts from his kneeling position slowly, sitting down in the street. His leg looks like it's taken a fair bit of damage. He may not be able to stand.
Pitch_Black says, "We'll get that wound looked at before we continue. If you're in much pain, maybe we can take care of that."
Ansrellion shrugs at Pitch's offer. "The pain is nothing. I simply cannot support my weight."
Saburo smiles in reply to Ansrellion's question, but realises the elf probably can't see his smile. "You told me you did not care about your flesh and blood. Did you lie, or do you always have this problem with your temper?"
Pitch_Black says, "That's fine. We'll get it looked at before we move on... doesn't look like any of us is in a hurry."
Bethpage answers Saburo over the com, "Let's not keep the prisoner in the same room as the guy he shot... shot when you taunted him. Let's keep them separate, and no more taunting. Be your own bad guy on this one, Renthal has enough problems."
Ansrellion looks at Saburo. "The wrongs done my people must be avenged. It matters not that she is my kin, it matters only that she is Dowrani and that he harmed her."
Kavanaugh subvocs over the com, "Now might be a good time to tell him that you were pulling his leg before Gene almost shot it off....
Geneviev blinks and glances down the fifteen stories at the cafe, answering, "Excuse me?"
Pitch_Black says, "I think we can save the recriminations for later, gentlemen and ladies. Let's worry about keeping everyone blowing air past their teeth for now, Ansrellion included. He may not be our favorite person on the island right now, but a lead is a lead."
Saburo says, "I was pulling your leg, before you had it shot off, elf. But, there is always the possibility that she will be harmed further, if you do not negotiate well for her safety, and her life. Maybe your own life will have worth to you too. Keep it in mind when you are questioned."
Pitch_Black says, "Okay, Sonny Chiba, we got it. Let it ride for now."
Kavanaugh grins a little, letting out a breath, and glances up to the building. "Just a joke, Gene, m'child. Nothing serious."
Geneviev's brow furrows and she stares down at the street. "I may not have much in the way of 'people-skills', but I think I could do a better job than you at talking to the prisoner, Saburo-san."
Saburo says, "He gave up his rights to negotiate unharmed when he shot first. I do not care if he bleeds to death while we are negotiating. There are other warlords we could have the converstation with."
Geneviev asks, "That was subvocal, right? Tell me it was?"
Pitch_Black glares, "And you'll be tracking them down alone in about thirty seconds, that's enough, the fight is over, as is the discussion."
Saburo replies to Gene on the comm. "As you wish, Geneviev. I'm just holding him here. Someone else can interrogate him."
Pitch_Black exhales slowly, trying to stay cool. He mutters, "No wonder we never forgave you people for Nanking. Jesus Christ."
Saburo looks at Pitch, and says, "Then take him away and treat his wounds if you feel you must. I would suggest you disarm him before I take my blade from his neck."
Bethpage says irritably over the com, "Gene is right, let Pitch do the talking." She eyes the kneeling prisoner with longing. I can almost smell his blood...
Bethpage says over the com, "Doc, I'm stepping away from the door. I'll be back. Call if you need me," and walks toward Ansrellion.
Dr_Chong subvocalizes, "Renthal is stable and resting. He should recover." As he finishes saying that, he pushes the cafe door open and walks back outside, taking a look at Ansrellion's wounds from a distance.
Kavanaugh says, "I'll take care of that, Pitch. Disarming him, I mean." He first takes the bow and moves it several feet away, before divesting the elf of his arrows, and searching for any other weapons on Ansrillon's person."
Pitch_Black says, "His weapon's been lying in the street since Page cacked him... and he's not moving with that wound. If he does, I'll drop him where he stands, you can bet. In the meantime, you can feel free to move, Saburo."
When Page gets close enough to touch the prisoner, she gives him a hungry look and reaches out a hand to touch her fingers to his blood.
Saburo says to Pitch, "That may not be his only weapon. And if you think you can bring your rifle to bear before he can strike, you weren't watching close enough when he loosed that arrow." Saburo pulls the blade slowly away from the elf's neck though, figuring Pitch has been warned, and if the elf kills him, so be it. He takes a few steps back, away from Ansrellion.
Pitch_Black winces visibly, and swats Page's hand. "For chrissakes, Page."
Kavanaugh divests Ansrillion of another quiver of arrows, a sword, and a rather long knife. "Huh. The lad's wearing chainmail. It might be a good idea to have him... uh... to have him... take it off... uh, Page...?"
Dr_Chong subocalizes, "Keep an eye on Ansrellion while I check his wounds." He then approaches Ansrellion slowly with open hands.
Saburo walks away and lets the others take care of the elf, moving onto the sidewalk.
Pitch_Black takes another step back and raises the rifle to firing position, aimed at the elf. "Step off now, Page, let the Doctor work."
Bethpage licks her fingers and takes one step back, still staring at the elf.
Kavanaugh looks a bit visibly shaken by Page, but turns his attention back to Ansrillion. "Uhm... right. Lemmie get this stuff out of the way. Yarnchaser, you take the bow -- oh, come on, it's not that heavy! *sigh* All right, all right, fine. Hey, don't go telling me that you're the brains of this outfit. Faith on high...." He gathers up Ansrillion's weapons, and carries them back towards the cafe.
Dr_Chong examines Ansrellion's wounds closely. "Your leg should be okay, but this shoulder is a mess. I'm going to need to do some work here." He watches Ansrellion's eyes closely as he says that.
Pitch_Black tries not to look pained. Doctor Chong can't be the only other human in this group. He just can't.
Ansrellion looks up at Doctor Chong. "Leave it, human. I can see to my own wounds."
Bethpage bites her lip and half-whispers, "Just a little, Pitch..." and reaches out to stroke her fingers up Ansrellion's bloody arm, gathering as much as she can before snatching her hand away and backing up again... a little.
Pitch_Black's jaw works a little. Alright.. maybe Chong and I are the only ones.
Dr_Chong says, "If your shoulder does not get treated, your arm may be unusable for the rest of your life. "
Dr_Chong says, "...However long or short that may be."
Bethpage smears her fingerfuls of Ansrellion's blood over her fingernails, and watches him hungrily, lips slightly parted.
Ansrellion smirks at Doctor Chong. "And if you treat me, I will carry your taint for the rest of my life. I'd rather lose the arm than let a human heal me."
Pitch_Black says, "If he won't be treated, leave him be, Doctor, you tried."
Bethpage says hopefully, "If he loses it, can I have it?"
Kavanaugh comments wryly, "I could offer him extreme unction," if for no other reason than to ignore what Bethpage is saying.
Saburo slips inside the cafe to wait for the priest, and the elf's weapons.
Pitch_Black says, "So let's talk, Ansrellion, and get out of each others' sight. Ignore my friend here, she's a very sick little girl. So let's negotiate and get this over with."
Ansrellion turns to Pitch. "In the interest of negotiations, yes. Let's get on with this. The sooner we speak, the sooner we can get what we both want."
Bethpage says a bit hoarsely, "I'll be back at the cafe if you need me," and hurries to follow Saburo.
Pitch_Black says, "Best idea I've heard today. Let's hear it, Ansrellion, lay it on the table for me."
Dr_Chong makes small lazy motions messing with his medical kit, then suddenly has a hypo in his hand, stabbing out toward Ansrellion.
Pitch_Black actually swings his rifle toward the Doctor, "Chong! Jo med-- What the fuck are you doing?!"
Bethpage slips inside the cafe, back to the new action by the prisoner, and checks to make sure Renthal's still alive.
Ansrellion spreads his hands. "I layed out our terms before, but I shall tell them to you again. We want this island. We want to live free of the human taint. So, you will remove yourselves and all the other humans from this is--" he stops as he is hit.. Turns to look at Doctor Chong with his eyes wide, and suddenly passes out, falling backwards.
Dr_Chong says, "Just a sedative so I can treat his wounds. His life is leaking out all over the ground. We will need to wait for Renthal to recover anyway."
Saburo says, "Kavanaugh, let's take a look at those weapons of his."
Dr_Chong says, "After I treat him I can give him something that might make him a bit more cooperative when he wakes up."
Bethpage says over the com, "Pitch? You guys ok?"
Pitch_Black says, "You chose a really odd time to get all Hippocratic on me, Doc."
Geneviev looks suddenly down at the street at the commotion.
Dr_Chong says, "I thought it best to strike now while he was distracted with you before he caught on."
Kavanaugh grimaces a little as he sets the weapons down. "They... tingle, a little, when I touched them. Not unpleasant, but... eh?" He blinks, looking out the doorway.
Pitch_Black sighs and lowers his rifle. "Nothing to do for it now." He slings the gun, "C'mon, let's get him out of the street before the flies eat us all alive."
Saburo clears off a table for Kavanaugh.
Dr_Chong says, "If someone will help my carry him inside as well? We can bind him up after I have him treated."
Bethpage frowns when she sees Renthal's color-- he may be breathing, yes, and the arrow is out, but he's awfully grey.... she says as much over the com, worry in her voice.
Pitch_Black says, "I'll help you, Doc. C'mon."
Dr_Chong subvocalizes, "I'll be right there and take a look." in response to Page.
Dr_Chong picks up Ansrellion with Pitch's help and carries him to a table in the cafe nearby Renthal.
Kavanaugh looks up to Beth, frowning a bit. "Hrm. Well, Dr. Chong said he was stable, now...
Dr_Chong moves over to Renthal to check his vital signs.
Pitch_Black says, "Always some damn thing."
Geneviev shakes her head, not even trying to fathom the shifting moods of the rest of the group. She checks the tacscan again and looks down the streets.
Saburo says, "Let's see those swords, Father."
Dr_Chong subvocalizes, "Renthal is fine, he has lost a lot of blood but is recovering as best as can be expected."
Saburo looks up as the others enter, carrying Ansrellion. "That was a short negotiation," he says mildly.
Dr_Chong moves back over to Ansrellion and tends to his shoulder and leg.
Pitch_Black says, "Yeah, well, I got chemically countermanded."
Kavanaugh nods at Chong's message. "Right. Thank you, Doctor. Well, there's only one sword, and one knife. But he also had a bow and two quivers -- it's likely that each quiver holds one type of arrow."
Bethpage eyes Ansrellion with a certain unhealthy interest, but without the desperate hunger she showed earlier. Her glances toward Renthal, however, are not threatening at all.
Dr_Chong removes the needles from his leg and bandages it up.
Pitch_Black says, "So he was wearing chainmail that we couldn't even see under his clothes. So much for the technical edge."
Kavanaugh sets the various implements liberated from Ansrellion on the counter.
Pitch_Black says, "At least we know conventional weaponry's effective."
Saburo pulls a few arrows out of each quiver to compare them. "The chainmail didn't stop the Needler or the laser carbine," he says. After looking at the arrows, and turns his eyes to examine the sword.
Bethpage says quietly, "Thank hell. I was afraid it was more magic."
Dr_Chong subvocalizes, "This shoulder wound is pretty nasty. I think its going to take me at least 30 minutes to get this patched up."
Dr_Chong begins removing Ansrellion's chain mail shirt to expose the wound, with a suprisingly gentle touch.
Saburo says, "The arrows all look the same, Father. Except there are four different feather colours on them.. Two colours per quiver. But other than that, they look like the same kind of arrows."
Bethpage queries, "You can do it, though, Doc?"
Pitch_Black says, "It turned at least one, and the needler still had significant muzzle velocity at that range. Willing to bet it's more effective at range. Fortunately we're not limited in what kind of munitions we have available. Something a little more massive ought to do... I don't think it'll make a significant difference in a blowout, but it could make hand to hand tricky."
Dr_Chong replies to Page, "It should be within my skill, yes."
Saburo reaches out to touch the handle of the sword with his gloved hand.
Dr_Chong subvocalizes, "Someone take this chain shirt from me, there is something strange about it."
Kavanaugh blinks to Chong, and moves away from the counter to help take the chain shirt from the dark elf.
Saburo picks the sword up, one hand gripping the hilt, which he examines, and the other holding the scabbard. He pulls it out part way from the scabbard to expose the blade.
Kavanaugh frowns a bit as he pulls off the shirt, as well. "This tingles as well. It might very well be, uh, magic. Or such."
Pitch_Black says, "Didn't think you believed in magic, padre."
Bethpage eyes the elven items curiously. "What do you mean, tingles? Can I touch it?"
Saburo jerks as the sword flashes, and a zap of electrical energy arcs. He flies backwards, dropping the partly drawn sword on the floor, just before he falls flat on his back.
Geneviev listens to the conversation and subvocalizes, "How do you know that he isn't a carrier?"
Dr_Chong looks up and says out loud, "Saburo-san, are you all right?"
Pitch_Black spins at the flash, just in time to see Saburo knocked back, "Diu! Saburo!"
Bethpage yelps and goes into a defensive crouch at the flash and fall.
Kavanaugh blinks in surprise as Saburo is thrown back. "What the-- Hey! What in the name of Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel happened to the radio?!"
Saburo groans in pain...
Bethpage says, "Saburo! What happened?"
Pitch_Black kneels down next to Saburo. "Shit... you alright, Saburo?"
Saburo rolls onto his side, reaching a hand up to touch his helmet.
Saburo says, "Anti... theft... device...."
Bethpage blinks at Saburo and shoves her fist into her mouth to stop a nervous giggle.
Pitch_Black snorts, then sits back a little on his haunches and laughs quietly. "Did you crack a joke, Saburo? Shit, maybe we should get the doctor to look at you."
Geneviev's brow furrows as everything goes quiet after a brief electrical pop. She looks down over the edge of the building and calls down. "What happened?!"
Saburo starts to get up, but he gets up slowly.
Bethpage gives up and lets the laughter come. "Is that all? Oh, hell."
Kavanaugh frowns slightly, "No, this is not good," he says, pulling off his helmet and starting to check his deck.
Pitch_Black snickers quietly and stands up, offering Saburo a hand. "Go easy. You got any burns?"
Saburo says, "His sword gave me an electric shock when I tried to draw it to look it over."
Bethpage says, "Call me crazy, but I still sorta wanna touch the tingly chainmail."
Dr_Chong keeps diligently working on surgeory, ignoring the communications problem for now.
Saburo says, "I would have to take my helmet and suit off to check... But it doesn't feel like it, Pitch. It hurt.. but I think I'll be fine. Maybe slow..."
Pitch_Black says, "Might want to give it a miss, Page. You have any idea what the smell of burnt hair's like inside that armor?"
Pitch_Black says, "Might wanna pop your helmet anyway, I think the pulse toasted our comm gear."
Geneviev frowns and glances at the tacscan again before climbing onto the ledge of the roof of the fifteen story building and then dropping down to the street level into a momentary crouch outside the cafe window before standing up and walking inside, slinging her rifle. "What happened?"
Pitch_Black deadpans, "Ansrellion's sword's protected by Viper."
Kavanaugh relaxes as he sees that his deck is all right. "Whew. All right. It might have just taken out our coms--" He gives a start as Gene takes the express down to the first floor. "Er... hi, Gene."
Saburo moves to look at the sword on the floor. He doesn't touch it, but just looks down at it, to see the part of the blade that he exposed before the shock struck.
Bethpage grins and does removes her helmet. "Mmm. Fresh, potentially infected air." She giggles at Pitch's comment to Gene.
Geneviev looks around the room. She never put her helmet back on since she originally took it off. "My comm died. What happened?"
Pitch_Black says, "Looks like the EMP that came off that little lightning trick blanked our comm gear."
Geneviev frowns. "That'll be a challenge....someone should go talk to the elves anyway. Let them know what's going on."
Bethpage sidles over to poke a bare finger at the chainmail, having removed her gloves long since to touch nails to blood.
Pitch_Black says, "Yeah, I'll do it."
Kavanaugh says idly, as he checks his deck and other gear, "Unless drawing that sword set off a nuke in the ionosphere, about a mile up, then it couldn't... shouldn't have been, an EMP. This was just -- ah, here we go. It was a problem in one of the com relays, the sharp ion charge must have just overloaded it. Let me cycle it....."
Dr_Chong notices what Page is doing and says out loud, "Perhaps we should wait for Renthal to wake up, or ask one of the other scouts before we experiment with that."
Pitch_Black turns to go. "Well, that's a relief, at least. I'm gonna go grab the scouts, we'll see what they think of all this stuff. Back in a sec." He trots out of the cafe, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.
Saburo says, "Yeah, don't pick up the sword.. It didnt' hurt the Father when he was carrying it, but it acted up when I tried to draw it."
Bethpage jerks her hand back and mutters, "I just wanted to touch the tingly thing too. You're probably right." She wanders back over near Renthal.
Pitch walks out the door of the cafe and looks up to check on the positions of the elves. They're clearly visible on the two flanking buildings, all of them looking to the west. Pitch looks up and realises quickly why. While they hadn't moved more than a step for a very long time, waiting for some signal from their leader, the Dowrani that he brought along with him, summoned to him somehow, are charging down the street. They're still about 10 blocks away, but already they are drawing arrows and nocking them to their bows. Faintly, he can hear their voices, yelling as one.
Pitch_Black turns to run; his cigarette hasn't even got time to hit the ground.
Pitch_Black says, "Heads up!"
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