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2002 September 08
| Weston |
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Dirty Tricks
Pitch_Black runs through the cafe, pausing to grab his sniper rifle before he dashes into the main part of the building and starts up the stairs. He subvocs. "Be on the roof."
Bethpage looks grim and runs to the door to guard it from the outside from the approaching elves. She says over the comm, "I'll be out here keeping our door clean, folks."
Dr_Chong moves to near the door, crouched down below a bench near the window, watching outside apprehensively.
Geneviev follows Page through the door and gets her needler rifle ready to defend the door.
Saburo leaves the elven sword lying on the floor, and moves through the front door of the cafe to look. He starts moving right away, running diagnolly across the roundabout, heading for the hotel he was in before. He has plenty of time to scope out the approaching armor as he runs.
Kavanaugh blinks, and grimaces, shucking off his pack and pulling the bolt back on his SMG. "Hells Blazing Bronze Hinges...! What direction are they coming in? I'll take someone and circle around to their flank while the rest of you pin them down. Yarnchaser, you stay here!
The Antyrii scouts that came with the group are on the roofs of the street that the Dowrani are about to come charging down. They are already drawing their bows, ready to launch arrows as soon as the Dowrani get within range.
Dr_Chong closes his eyes while crouched down meditating for a few seconds, then opens them again and watches outside again.
Saburo jumps through the open front window and into the hotel lobbey. He rushes over to his back pack. He takes a blackout and a concussion grenade out, before putting his backpack on. He grabs his assault rifle, and plugs it into the Heads Up Display jack on his helmet, moving to an open window to get in firing position. His cybernetic eyes activate, telescoping in for a closer look. ~Saburo, in position. Scoping them out now...~
Bethpage climbs to roof-height to join Pitch Black, but stays on the outside wall, apparently anchored by her shoulders. Both hands are free to fire, but before drawing her gun she takes off her boots and tosses them onto the roof. Barefoot and gun in hand, she waits for the targets to come close enough.
Saburo says on the communicators, ~They're wearing chainmail armor, but a few of them have full platemail on. They're not moving too fast.~
The Dowrani running down the street close to five blocks away from the intersection.
Kavanaugh leaves his pack, and keeps a sort of slow-paced running commentary as he steps outside, and goes around the block quickly, SMG at the ready. "Let's make sure we all know where we each are. Squad-level urban combat like this tends to get complicated. I'm going to swing around the back of the cafe's, block, past the museum, and check the east-west street south of us. If there're not there, I'll try to flank them. Get into cover, and stay there unless they look like they got, I don't know, some kind of explosives. Magic exploding arrows, maybe.... Yarnchaser, you okay? Good...."
Bethpage says over the comm, "How not fast? Could someone get behind them and create chaos?"
Dr_Chong says over the comm, "I should be able to keep watch and report whats happening without drawing a big target on myself."
Just past the five block mark, six of the Dowrani, five in chainmail and one in plate, break off from the group and hold the position that they are in. The one in plate is holding a sword that seems to be glowing black. The others are unarmed.
Saburo studies the approaching unit, picking out his first six targets. He waits until they come into the range of his assault rifle, but doesn't fire right away. He lets them get closer, before finally sighting in on one of the chainmail clad warriors beside a plate-clad officer. He aims at the elf's chest, zooming his eyes in for a closeup look, his crosshairs showing up in his field of vision.
Bethpage says over the comm, "The ones that don't have weapons... want to bet they're magicians or something? We need to take those out fast."
Saburo answers on the comms, "I'm in the hotel lobbey.."
Saburo pulls the trigger by hand, holding it down for a whole second to get a full burst onto the elf. The first four rounds spit out from the rifle with a loud multi-cracking, and the rifle jerks a bit. Having taken such careful time to aim, Saburo manages the recoil, and more rounds spit out, the muzzle of his AK flashing. The burst of sound stops, as the bullets fly into the elf's chainmail clad chest.
The Dowrani that is hit staggers backwards, the force of the assault throwing him off balance. He is hit by all of Saburo's well aimed burst, but it doesn't seem to do as much damage as it should, considering the calibre of the weapon and the medieval armour. Nonetheless, the Dowrani drops to the floor. His fellows seem completely unconcerned, and keep running, although some are clearly looking for the source of that fire.
Saburo says on the communicators, ~That armour is almost as tough as our own. That was a long shot, but one of my bullets bounced off. Our SMGs might be enough at closer range...~
The cluster of Dowrani that split off from the group seems to be up to no good. The five that were unarmed are standing in a circle together. All have their hands raised and they appear to be singing or perhaps chanting. A sickly green light is glowing on the pavement in the middle of them, getting brighter by the moment.
The running group of Dowrani has closed to three blocks.
Dr_Chong says over the comms, ~Someone better do something about that group in the back chanting, or we might be lucky to live to regret it.~
Saburo shifts his rifle, and fires without aiming at another chainmail clad elf. He shifts his aim as the recoil begins, moving with it to spray it hose like across to the left to try and catch a few more as well.
Saburo's spray drops the first Dowrani that it hits, although again one of the bullets seems to bounce off and this Dowrani doesn't appear to be dead, because he is already trying to get back up.. The Dowrani next to him gets hit by a couple of the bullets, but they're wild and don't do much damage. They hit him and slow him down for a moment, but he continues running. The third Dowrani that the spray hits isn't so lucky. The shots hit him quite solidly in the face and neck and he goes down, quite obviously dead.
Saburo says, ~Got one. You going to stop those mages, Kav? They're not in my effective range.~
The chanting from the other group becomes louder and louder, now the group can hear it quite clearly, even those still near the cafe. Suddenly the chanting is joined by throaty screaching that sounds triumphant and the sickly green flashes red.
The Dowrani that were running forward have now reached the intersection that corners the bank, the hotel and a couple of smaller shops. The ones that were in front suddenly drop to their knees and large rectangular black shields appear in their hands. They create a wall to the front of their group with these. The ones in back sheath their swords and pull out bows, readying them.
Saburo sets his assault rifle down, and unplugs it. He switches to the jacks leading to his Uzi and Mac, then hops out the window onto the street, reaching up behind to pull the two Model 100 SCK sub machine guns from their holsters. He starts towards them, raising both 100 SCKs.
Kavanaugh stops just as he comes to the edge of the street back against the wall to the shops and offices building doing one last check of his weapon. Oh, Lord, let my aim be true! he prays silently as he pulls out a flashbang from his webbing. He glances around the corner, trying to gauge the distance to the archers. ~Flashbang on the archers. Fire in the hole!~ He hauls back, then lobs a grenade at the archers.
Pitch_Black, having taken his aim for a long time now, finally fires when they are within his range. His aim is careful and true and he drops another one of the Dowrani, one of the standing archers.
The Dowrani are unaware of Kavanaugh on their side and so are caught completely off-guard when he lobs the flash-bang grenade into their group. Several of them are knocked off their feet and they all seem to be momentarily stunned.
The Antyrii scouts fire almost as one when the Dowrani are within their range. Two of their arrows don't penetrate the Dowrani's armour. The other two do pierce the armour of two Dowrani in chainmail, but don't seem to do much damage. Not enough to drop them, at any rate.
Geneviev decides that there are quite enough people outside the cafe and she rushes forward.
Dr_Chong carefully climbs out the window Saburo recently used, and begins carefully walking down the street, hugging buildings where possibly, trying not to make a sound as he moves to slip past the archers and shield-bearers.
Saburo stops walking and pulls the triggers, his aim centered on one of the stunned archers. His arms shift, as he continues his burst, absorbing the recoil as he sprays hot lead across the other archers.
As Saburo had, probably, hoped, the armour doesn't stand up nearly as well in the short range. All three of the Dowrani hit by this volley drop to the ground. One of them is obviously dead, the others aren't clear, but are likely not going to live long if they've lived through this.
From the direction of the group of mages there is an explosion that reverberates through the buildings. The sickly green and red light disappears, replaced by six creatures, each standing between five and six feet tall, with hideous features. They're screaming discordantly.
Dr_Chong says over the comm one single word, half-whispered, ~Demons...~
Saburo hears Chong's fear-drenched whisper echo through his helmet. His eyes are not focused on the dying archers, or the smoking guns in his hands, but in the distance, on the mages and their hellish minions. Fear grips Saburo like an icy claw in his guts. His eyes roll back in their sockets, and he falls unconcious, babbling non sensically in japanese until his helmet smacks the sidewalk. Then he is still and silent.
Pitch_Black subvocs, ~uh..~ then falls silent. His breathing can be heard over the comm, fast and shallow.
Geneviev's reaction to this new threat is the strangest one of all. She stares off into the distance watching the things come closer and then, her eyes get a glassy sort of look to them and she turns and runs towards the docks.
Kavanaugh grins at his grenade strike. Pour le legion! He drops to the side, for cover, and brings up his SMG. He sees that Saburo has taken out, and starts to go for the shieldbearers... when he sees the six creatures. He blinks at Chong's word. ~Well, now. I'd almost want say this was my specialty. But first thing's first....~ He fires a burst at one of the archers. ~We need to clear the field before we can deal with those things!~
The Dowrani that Kavanaugh is aiming at turns, just in time to watch his life flash before his eyes. Several of Kavanaugh's bullets actually bounce off the armour, but not enough to make any significant difference. The Dowrani drops the the ground, dead.
Dr_Chong continues moving down the street, trying to ignore the supernatural horrors and concentrate on the beings that brought them into being.
The Antyrii archers reload and fire again, but this time all of their arrows simply bounce off the armour of their targets. They drop back down, presumably to reload.
Bethpage says, ~Coming to help-- our elves will guard here.~ She drops down off the roof and heads toward the Dowrani archers.
The two archers that are still standing turn and both fire arrows at Saburo's inert form. Thankfully, the arrows just bounce off his armour.
The screaming wail of the demons echoes around the buildings again and they disappear, only to reappear right with the archers.
Kavanaugh blinks as the demons suddenly appear in the midst of the archers. Oh, crap. That's not very fair. Dammit, Chong's going down the street, Saburo's right under their feet... let's see if I can distract them over this way. He prays silently that he doesn't get himself killed, and wishes he had something on the order of a 40mm cannon. Beggers can't be choosers.... ~I'll see if I can't draw them off. Chong, grab Saburo if you can, I don't think this is a fight we can win here.~
Grimly, he pulls his machine pistol out with his off-hand, brings both weapons up, silently saying a quiet prayer as he brings them down, aiming them at the nearest demon. "In the name of GOD," he shouts, "I rebuke thee and cast thee out! AMEN!" As if punctuating the last word, he fires with both barrels.
Kavanugh's aim is good and the bullets spray wildly, but the demons are large and every bullet thuds into a demon and continues right on through it and out the other side, to clatter against the pavement. The demons flicker once or twice and disappear.
Kavanaugh blinks, then grimaces. ~Illusions! They're fake!~
Dr_Chong says on the Comms, ~These chanters in the back do not seem to be moving anymore, and the guy with the black sword seems to be gone.~
Saburo groans and stands up. When he looks at the archers, his eyes are practically glowing with rage. He dropped his guns when he fell, so he simply unsheathes his sword and leaps towards them, yelling.
Kavanaugh blinks. ~You mean, Ansrellion? Blast! Uh... uhoh. Saburo's awake...."
Bethpage watches the Reverend's display with a cynical, then frankly amazed eye. ~Holy fuck, Batman!~ she gasps, ~Nice work, Kav!~ A little voice in the back of her head murmurs sadly, No more magic blood. She reminds it gently, Still plenty of elves for us, and it subsides.
Kavanaugh subvocs, ~I wish to God I could take credit for it, Page, but all things considered, I should have just at best irritated them. Though at least we don't have to worry about them distracting us....~
Bethpage grins. ~Hey, feel free to wish to God s'more, Rev. It's workin' so far!~
Dr_Chong creeps up on the mages, coming at them from the side. He quietly slips up close to them and his hands become a blur as they dart out briefly toward exposed skin on two of the chanters. He looks puzzled briefly and looks around carefully.
Dr_Chong says over the comms, ~My hand just passed right through, I think they may not be real.~
Kavanaugh blinks, and feels... odd. ~What... what was that?~ Remembering the last time he tingled quite like that, he grimaces, and starts to look around warilly. ~They're doing it again... whatever it is. Magic, I guess. It's for real this time....~
There is a brief crackle in the air and everyone's skin tingles slightly as if the air itself was magical.
The Dowrani with the glowing black sword appears, floating about three feet above the roundabout, his voice is loud and reverberates through the streets. "ENOUGH!" Everyone can understand him, though you all recognise, clearly, that he is not speaking any language you know.
Kavanaugh blinks, but takes the sudden opportunity to reload and holster his Steyr and put a fresh clip into his SMG. He edges to the West side of the street, so he can get a better view of the... floating Dowrani?
The man floating above the roundabout says, "You have something that we want and we have something that you want. When you are ready to negotiate, you will contact us. I have left you the means to do so."
Bethpage quivers in place, wanting badly to strike this imperious alien... but.. "What do you have that you think I want?"
Saburo comes too, suddenly concious again. His Katana is in his hand, and he's moving quickly through the ranks of Dowrani, starting an all out attacking double swing combo on a platemail clad archer. Since he's already about to do it anyway... Saburo just goes with the flow, not resisting his impulse to attack and slay this vile enemy before him.
The Dowrani laughs coldy, "We have your.." he pauses and then smirks. "Pets."
Kavanaugh frowns. "Pets?" He glances over as motion catches his eye. "Sab--!"
At Kavanaugh's question the elf motions towards the now-empty roofs where the Antyrii archers were and then back at the cafe. "Yes. Your pets."
Dr_Chong slowly and quietly walks toward the floating figure, trying to approach him from behind.
The Dowrani narrows his eyes at Saburo's attack. "Consider your actions carefully! Already your people are beginning to lose their lives to our plague on the islands to the north. They will die quickly and only you si--" he laughs and corrects himself, "five can stop it."
Bethpage growls, ~I am tired of these people pushing us around,~ and says out loud, "I think Ansrellion is worth more than a few pets. Stop trying to push us around, my pointy little friend. You know what we want. End the plague, hand back the pets and we'll discuss terms with Ansrellion back in your tender care."
The Dowrani laughs again. "You do not have Ansrellion, child."
Bethpage says, "Oh? Well, if he's already back safe in your bed, you must mean the charming little girl."
The Dowrani that Saburo attacked had turned to look at the Dowrani with the glowing black sword.. He is quickly cut down by Saburo's quick attack.
Saburo says, "We will not negotiate with Ansrellion. Send his woman next time! Now die you treacherous elves! Die and rot!"
The Floating Dowrani shakes his head, "We are not concerned with her. Contact us when you are ready to negotiate. We will hold your pets until then." He gestures at the Dowrani archers and shield-bearers and they fade from sight, as does he, leaving you alone in the streets once again.
Kavanaugh bares his teeth. "Dammit...." He runs to the cafe to check for what may -- or may not -- be there.
Bethpage says, ~SABURO! Act like a man! Are you better than these pigs or the same? STOP! Our people-- oh, FRELL!~
Bethpage runs full-out toward the cafe, swearing under her breath.
Kavanaugh stops short in the doorway. "Oh, hell," he mumbles. Then he dives in and starts scramble-searching all around. "Oh hell oh hell oh hell oh hell...."
Saburo crouches into a low ready stance, looking around, since the next foe he had in his sights abrubtly faded from sight. He sees only Kavanaugh, and looks down to examine the body of his last victim, where it lies beneath him.
Saburo overrides his incapacity override, and takes a moment to try to repress his urge to kill all the elves.
Saburo moves from that body to the others, checking to see if any of them yet live. He frowns, and bends over the last body, to wipes the blood from his blade. ~Only the dead remain,~ he says on the comms.
Bethpage arrives, bursting through the open doorway, and screams. She starts destroying furniture, near-blind with rage. A good half of it is guilt. "I left them here!" A table gets it. "FUCK!"
Kavanaugh blinks at the sudden shatter of a table, and that breaks him out of his would-be reverie. "Page...," he croaks. Then louder. "PAGE! Get a hold of yourself, woman! This is a war, that sort of thing is exactly what those black-hearted pointy-eared bastiches want!"
Bethpage stops murdering funrniture and takes the stairs to the roof three at a time. Her hoarse yell drifts back, "I'll eat those hearts, Rev. Save the pep talk."
Bethpage gasps, ~Pitch is here. Why did they take the cat and Ren and not Pitch?-- Where the HELL is Gene?~
Saburo crouches there over the last elf, his hands shaking as he wipes the blood from his katana with the elf's cloak. He tries to sheath the sword, but his hands are shaking too much and he ends up just dropping it onto the ground. He crouches there shivering for a while.
Bethpage crouches over Pitch Black and checks him for signs of life.
Pitch_Black looks up at Page. He blinks once then shakes his head, "Shit. Sorry."
Kavanaugh bares his teeth, and shouts after her. "It ain't a God-damned pep talk!" Oh, hell with it! He rubs his eyes and leans against a table. Blast. The people I work for have David. The Dowrani have Yarnchaser. Crap....
Bethpage's face is very, very ugly, with something like relief and anger all twisted up together. "C'mon," she tells Pitch in a rough voice. "They got the cat, Ren, Ansrellion, and maybe Gene, and went. Come downstairs."
Pitch_Black nods and follows Page down the stairs, still looking a little spacey.
Saburo gets up slowly, and picks up his sword. He slides it into the scabbard on his back, and begins to gather the weapons from the dead elves, and his own sub machine guns and assault rifle, before heading back to the cafe. He shivers, his hands still shaking minutely, as the magic weapons make them tingle.
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