Inside the Ship-The Cockpit
The computer would wizz into action, abandoning the numerical design and replacing it with several lines of complex code. The machine had been hacked, and poorly at that, leaving the majority of the Data, both the stolen and the remaining, scrambled beyond recognition. One item of interest still remained however...
Upon activating the navigator, a small, square disc drive opened up, releasing a small black box into the Sith Lord's hands
Anyone with any knowledge of Ye Olde cargo ships would know that this Data cube the ships black box, a collection of files carrying incredible amounts of information about the nature of the ship, its final missions, any transmissions it made close to its crash, and a recording of the event. It was an information goldmine! Now all they needed was a clean computer to insert it into...
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Outside the Ship
The sound of the explosion echoed out across the swamp, only to be magnified by the titanium walls of the ship. A terrifying screech rattled through the mechanical skeleton of the Serenity, alerting all to its presence
"An explosion! On the east side of the ship!" Wesker bellowed, tearing his glasses from his face. If the explosive had hit the base of the ship, it risked destabalising the frail structure, causing total collapse. All evidence would be lost, all clues to the crews whereabouts, up in flames- He had no plans on being the field leader who sent an entire fleet on a mission that would evolve into a wild goose chase. "Everybody out!"
The sound of footsteps erupted instantly as the handler made his was across the deck, leading over any obstacle in his path until day light could be seen, and with in, the battle. He shoved Cameron aside and entered the clearing, only to find the fight drawing to a close.
So there they stood, the Predator and its prey, the beast standing over the beauty. They were engulfed in a crater the size of a bath tub, most likely formed by the explosion heard prior. The putrid oils of the swamp had seeped deep into its grooves, the location of the Ravager's feet. There she laid, completely overcome by the onslaught of the Predator and the ambush of Momoyo, almost lifeless. Was she truly dead? He couldn't sense any exhaling, and the expansion of her torso was concealed completely by her body armor...it was so hard to tell. Yet the beast continued to slash and strike at her body, ripping through her skin like wet tissue. She had no energy left to scream
No. This was wrong. Such a monster mutilating the corpse of an assailant....without first interrogating her? How uncouth. Well, he had not believed them when they had told him not to work with animals.
The wounded figure let out a small sharp cough, projecting blood upwards into the creature's face. It did not deter the beast, of course, but it did arouse question. Was it a mere compressed lung? One burst beneath the weight of the monster's blade? Or perhaps a final whimper of hope, a final cry for help before finally giving into death? Either way, it was worth the risk
With Uroboros flooding through his veins, Wesker was more than strong enough to enter a brutish charge, covering the distance from the short distance between the ship and the crater in a blink of an eye. Like a rampaging bull, the leather clad man barged the predator with everything he had, throwing an elbow-uppercut strong enough to bend steel, let along throw the armored alien.
Albert could only muster a short chuckle as the Predator went flying through the trees; he'd be back shortly, with an urge to finish off Isabelle and most likely Wesker, but that didn't matter-he had brought them time
"We need her alive, beast. We need her to interrogate!" Shouting back to Battler, Albert continued
"Ushiromiya! You were able to heal the pilot back from the brink of death! Could you do the same for----"
His words were cut short by his own, bitter screams...
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Isabelle screamed, writhing in pain after every cruel blow the monster dealt. Every slice ripped more and more apart of her being- flesh, bone, armor, all came away with same ease, with the same pain. All her training had been for nothing, all a big, worthless waste. "Pain is inevitable" they had taught her "Suffering is optional". Clearly none of them had been unfortunate to have such incredible pain place upon them- in cases like this, suffering all she could feel, with the sweet escape of death sitting just out of reach.
There was too much pain, too much suffering, for her to even breath, let alone fight back. Every attempt to scream was simply choked by another flood of blood pushing its way through the words. All she could do was lay, lay and take all the destruction in full force. Her mask, her face, both reduce to manged messes, left like broken dolls- once so beautiful, one bringing joy, only to be reduced to twisted messes. It was horrific...even more horrific to sit through
Then came the man. Leading over her body, surveying her life an exam paper, squinting at her like a specimen. He acted like he owned the planet, waltzing around the crater as if he were a king. Was he on her side? Was he trying to save her? To pity her? No, noone ever did. It was about time someone cut him down to size, literally...
Within seconds of her rescue, the Mirakuru in her system kicked. Her wounds closed themselves, her skin grew again. Piecing dark eyes repaired a broken face, shadows of hair crawled from her scalp once more. Rochev's strength redoubled, her new muscle mass allowing her to reset her jaw with nothing more than the push of a finger.
It was a miracle, in every sense of the word
The hunter climbed to her feet with the silence and tact one would expect from someone of her skill. Her fully healed hand reach down towards the previously discarded blade, gripping it between pale fingers. All the ooze from the swamp, all the filth from the soil; any strike from this blade was going to deal fatal poisoning.
Every cloud does have a silver lining
Her prey was distracted, too busy with his radio to take notice of her preparation...
"Supreme Nova, send reinforcements- we have a situation on our hands. A med crew two; I dont know if our present healers are up to the task. Ushiromiya! You were able to heal the pilot back from the brink of death! Could you do the same for----"
There it was! The perfect time to strike! The invisible enemy striking down the master with a blade infused with nature itself; what chance would he have?
In the blink of an eye, they blade was flung around the neck of the handler, slitting his throat with one swift motion. Oh, how his screaming was music to her ears. A symphony of terror and pain and anguish. The great composers of old would be proud of this, an artwork within itself. A man of authority and pride, fallen to such a simple means, was such a tale to tell
"End of game, Agent" The girl muttered, watching the blooded corpse fall. "It was nice playing with you"
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The Maker/ Reed Richards- @Mighty Roman
Index- @Thuro 116 Pendragon
River Tam @CookieMonster
Peter Quill/ Starlord and Cameron Goodkin @LuckycoolHawk9
Kiande Thei-de and Shaitan @Ringmaster
Spike Spiegel and a Xenomorph @T.O.M.
Mikoto Misaka and Misaki Shokuhou @Verite
Battler Ushiromiya @Gibbons
Momoyo Kawakami @Kaykay
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