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Post by Jet Almeara on Dec 21, 2010 14:47:20 GMT -5
Jet doesn't even bother waiting for the drone to decide she's a target before she is pulling up her weapon and taking a shot at the flying machine before throwing herself into a hole in the wall of nearby building, the drones shots peppering the area around the hole and leaving smoking scar' behind.
Well...that explained the blaster fire she'd heard earlier and she wonder briefly if he had any allies in the area of if the shots earlier had been the drone killing them off. Impossible to tell for a moments and she chanced a look out the hole in the wall she was using for cover to see if she'd hit the thing in her earlier potshot and ready to take another if she hadn't.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 24, 2010 19:57:32 GMT -5
<<That's some pretty impressive work, Unteroffizier, getting caught out in the open like that. I hope you're not teaching greenhorns the same thing at the academy>>, a familiar voice admonishes over her headset radio.
<<You want a little help, maybe?>>
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Post by Jet Almeara on Dec 29, 2010 9:45:28 GMT -5
The voice from the radio startled her, she hadn't been expecting it but scolded herself mentally for over looking it "Sometimes one doesn't have a choice" She replied to the familiar voice acidly while she risked another glance ou the hole in the wall...blasted drone was still there and she pulled back while it took a few more potshots at her. "Some help would be appreciated" She continued in a far milder tone a few seconds later.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 29, 2010 10:42:44 GMT -5
<<Lucky for you, these things never look up.>>
Jet here's the sound of blaster fire from somewhere far above her, distinct from the rotary cannon mounted on the drone, which continues to pepper her position, chunks of slagged ferrocrete melting away around her. Seconds later, shards of glass rain down on the street outside her hidey-hole.
Risking a peak, Jet would see a 500 pound suit of combat armor falling from 38 stories up, roughly 5 stories higher than the drone was hovering.
The suit smashes into the drone's primary housing, barely missing its starboard rotor. Both start plummeting to the ground, the drone trying to compensate at the last second, but without effect.
Drone and rider crash into the marketplace adjacent to Jet, scattering stalls, merchandise and shrapnel from th destroyed rotors everywhere. Her view is temporarily obscured by debris, but a spate of blaster fire ends the commotion.
Five seconds later, the same voice, breathing heavily now, filters in through her helmet comm.
<<I cooked, you get to clean the dishes, UO. Double time it over here.>>
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Post by Jet Almeara on Dec 29, 2010 11:02:26 GMT -5
Glancing out a smaller hole that had opened up due to the drones fire Jet watched as the suit fell to smash into the drone from above. Thing would have been so much simpler if she could have just crushed the damnable drone with the force..but alas and this style of destruction had a certain bit of flair to it as well she had to admit.
"Great, sounds like fun" She commented dryly before ducking out of the hole before the dust had completely cleared and jogging over to the new wreckage the street had acquired.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Jan 18, 2011 15:18:27 GMT -5
As the dust clears, Jet finally sees her, albeit wingless, guardian angel, sitting and leaning against the destroyed drones primary housing, its broken rotors still spinning in their canopies.
The golden visor looks up as she approaches.
Over the outboard speakers: <<That was my last power pack. Hope you've got spares. Help me up.>>
He reaches out a gauntleted hand for hers.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Jan 18, 2011 15:26:55 GMT -5
"A few" Jet responded somehow knowing without bothering to look that there were indeed a few extra power packs on her person, reaching out she grasped the gauntleted hand and helped pull him to his feet before glancing at the destroyed drone. "I have to say..your style is a bit flamboyant...but the results speak for themselves" Though she wondered if the should be worried about more showing up after the ruckus they'd caused with this one.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Jan 18, 2011 15:39:57 GMT -5
<<If you say so,>> he responds noncommittally, taking her offered hand. In a smooth motion, he pulls himself up, at the same time knocking her rifle aside and pulling her combat knife from its holster across her chest and laying its blade against the soft, flexible joint at her neck.
"Laterne, Laterne
Sonne, Mond und Sterne; finish the song!"
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Post by Jet Almeara on Jan 18, 2011 16:31:39 GMT -5
This was getting increasingly tiresome Jet thought to herself with a bit of shock as he suddenly leapt forward to knock her rifle aside and pull her knife, it was in fact starting to piss her off just a little bit...but she didn't want to fight him and in this position she was pretty limited to begin with - all of the responses suitable for such a time were well...not healthy and would just make things messier then they already were.
So rather then put up a fight as she typically would Jet merely raised her hands in a placating motion with the hopes of forestalling any more aggression while she answered him with words that floated to the forefront of her mind as thought she'd always known them.
" Brenne auf, mein Licht,
Brenne auf, mein Licht
Aber nur meine liebe Laterne nicht...alright? We good now or you going to keep being a paranoid ass?" She snapped at him
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Post by Taaru Masako on Jan 18, 2011 16:37:22 GMT -5
He releases the offered hand and grabs her by the collar of her chest plate, pushing her back and ramming her combat knife back into its sheath, pushing her away from him with definite emphasis.
<<I'm not going to explain myself to you, Helljumper. You just got here. And for cavalry, you've done a pretty piss-poor job.>>
The golden visor across from her looks up briefly, the image of distant capital ships in combat reflected back at her. He turns back to the drone, and starts prying off a panel to its optics and sensor housing.
<<What are your orders?>>
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Post by Jet Almeara on Jan 18, 2011 17:11:08 GMT -5
What was even more annoying then these random acts of dastardly happenstance which kept catching her off guard...like being taken prisoner, having the monster from hell smash through a wall and being jumped by a supposed comrade after said comrade bothered rescuing you was the sudden recollection of information she hadn't know she'd known whenever comments just happened to bring them up.
It was like flailing blindly about and once in a while having fits of sight to supplement it. Highly annoying..informative usually..but annoying none the less. Such as the sudden knowledge that he had been stuck down here in this craptastic city for quite some time, an insight which made her just a little bit less inclined to be irritated with his attitude.
More helpful was the sudden knowledge of a goal as his words prompted her recall of a mission and orders. Funny to be taking the orders rather then giving them for the first time in quite a while...it was almost nice really to not be the one calling all the shots...but merely the pointed weapon a role she had enjoyed far more then she did leadership. Not that this was the time for such reflections she reminded herself and having recovered from his shove she eyed him while he fiddled with the drone. "Things didn't go to plan" She responded in an off handed manner after his quip about the cavalry "I need to re-establish contact with my squad, I was heading towards the telecomm tower" She answered, which was nice to know.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Feb 1, 2011 10:19:21 GMT -5
<<Mhmm,>> he says, distracted as he guts the drone's sensor and optics housing, pulling a SIM-R board out and plugging a bus adapter from his suit's forearm into it. He continues to talk as he seemingly types in air..... to anyone else it would look nonsensical, but she knows he's manipulating his armor's holohaptic interface
<<You won't be able to contact them until we either get elevation or find some way to boost a broadband signal. House Achaean forces have been jamming communications signals for the past 2 months to prevent us from organizing resistance, but they don't have the equipment to nail all the major frequencies. Unfortunately, our suits can't handle the protocols to broadcast on all frequencies, and no one to my knowledge been able to parse the algorithm they're using. Plus, there are the drones.>>
He looks up at her, kicking the downed example with the toe of his boot.
<<Been dodging these sons of shiksees since the siege began. What's worse is that they're part of a centralized network....they've been learning all this time....couple days ago they cracked our wireless encryption and have been tracking just by routine queries, which you just found out first hand.>>
He neglected to mention the fact that he could have tightbeamed her the second she rounded the corner on Fifth and Allegiance and told her to disable wireless services and spared her the encounter with the drone. But he needed the drone. Finishing whatever it is he was doing, he unplugs his bus adapter and drops the SIM-R card.
<<I just accessed the central network and had it report a successful S&D, but that it sustained damage. The power reserves should keep its IFF running for a bit longer. It'll be pretty low priority for any other drones to check out, but we should get moving anyway.>>
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Post by Jet Almeara on Feb 1, 2011 10:38:35 GMT -5
She watched impassively as he fiddled with the drone, it seemed he'd been tearing apart droids for far longer then she'd known him a revelation which amused her to some degree even while she chewed over the problems he presented.
"If any of them survived the drops they'll likely head to the tower themselves" She told him "But these drones communicate with some sort of wireless, you look like a tech guru doesn't it have a repeater or antenna that could be filched and jury rigged to do the job?" Likely that would cause the drone to be checked out sooner but hell they were coming eventually anyways. Likely what she'd just proposed would just send him off on a tirade about what exactly was wrong with the idea...but she'd never claimed to be a tech person...thats what she had him for...another thought which given the current circumstances she found highly amusing. She was pretty sure she might be going a bit loony to find humor in such simple things but...it was what it was.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Feb 1, 2011 10:49:57 GMT -5
The reward for such a luddite question is almost a full minute of him staring at her, though she can't tell with what sort of expression due to his visor's opacity.
<<You must be new to this, UO.....what are they teaching you in boot these days?>>
He reaches behind him and unclamps his rifle from the magplate on his back, synching the optics to his HUD.
<<I don't have the data package to crack their encryption, and even if I did, an unauthorized attempt to access the drone net would bring a lot of trouble my way. I know that because about a week ago, some fool tried that and got a bunch of us killed by broadcasting rendezvous coordinates..... drone net was all to happy to arrange an ambush. And since then, the drone net learned to start broadcasting phony requests to lure more of us into traps. They're getting pretty good at mimicking our encryption protocols, too.>>
<<I hope your squad was briefed on this....otherwise, they won't be making it to the tower.>>
He let that sink in, before asking the question nagging at the back of his mind since the second her saw her.
<<You got any spare powerpacks?>>
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Post by Jet Almeara on Feb 1, 2011 11:09:50 GMT -5
Pretty much the reaction she'd expected from him - but it did help fill in some information about the sort of enemy they had down here. She wished she had Ice...he'd be extremely helpful right about now..but she was stuck with the younger, surly, paranoid Taaru instead and all he wanted was her powerpacks.
"Information hasn't exactly been forthcoming lately" She told him deciding to ignore the 'what are they teaching you comment' because frankly she was still floundering in the dark about most of this. "So what do you suggest I do then? Given that your clearly more informed through experience down here then I am"
She eyed him for a few moments - wondering briefly if handing him a powerpack would set off another random attack, was he deserate enough for them to kill her for the supplies? Possibly - it wasn't unheard in battles for such things to happen, especially with stranded survivors..personal survival instincts sometimes overrode moral codes that would otherwise keep such thoughts in check..and he'd already proven through previous memories that this Taaru was not the one she knew and was for all intents and purposes an unknown quantity.
Still...he'd asked twice without taking and could likely have killed her to find out for herself already anyways, unfamiliar and off kilter as she was with..well everything..and her own instinctual response to help him had her handing over a powerpack regardless of the above thoughts anyways.
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