Mission: 003

[silver_reign]

-Dynamo had become very cross with recent events... in the ways of various pranks pulled on him. He despised water, ever since his systems seemed to glitch when struck by a water based attack. So when he was struck multiple times with water spells, or traps, or... hoses... water balloons, he became sorely annoyed. It didn't help either when his hair was changed into rainbow colors as the result of falling in a kiddie pool of... rainbow water.

That boggled him a bit... but then someone shaved it all off when he was doing that sleeping thing that humans do. He wasn't a happy camper.

When he awoke, back in his bed, he grumbled and began to go about his daily morning routine. Upon fetching the paper he spotted, a package! Opening it, he was startled when his frame was reverted back into that reploid body of his. Of course he hit the door frame because he wasn't expecting such a thing to happen...

At least he had his hair back.-

Action: Around town!

-One fairly tall reploid is now stalking the streets. If he recognizes you from the pranking earlier in the week, it's best you steer clear of him. If you're one of the few to have crossed his path when he was a normal human, feel free to notice his taller, armored frame!-

Comments

[silver_reign]

-He was a little disappointed that he couldn't pull off anything too terribly fancy... like a double jump, or a saber throw. He brought up an arm to block the kick, and as he did bent at the knees and darted forward in a simple tackle.-

[photonicfighter]

[Man, when he starts being able to double-jump, it's going to blow her mind... But in the present, a tackle is still pretty impressive. He's got weight on her, and all that suddenly steadying her stance did was dig grooves into the soft spring dirt before she lost her purchase entirely and went back to the ground.]

Nnf!

[silver_reign]

-He almost immediately hopped off the ground and looked down at her. His form went into another defensive position.-

C'mon! A little tackle isn't going to put you out of commission.

-Someone was having too much fun during this whole thing.-

[photonicfighter]

[And she almost immediately began to get back to her feet. It just took a bit longer, as the ground was now a little slick from having been disturbed so much.]

Did I say I was?

[And, still crouching, she remained down and sent a sweeping kick at his legs. She, too, was having too much fun.]

[silver_reign]

-Luckily for him, he took a quick jump backwards. It was a brilliant attempt on her part.-

No. Though I must say, you're looking a little worn out.

-He darted ahead and swept in with a low kick in return.-

[photonicfighter]

[Drat. No contact. But at least it kept him moving. She finished her motion, planted her foot, bounded over his low kick and then started off into a dash.]

I am not!

[Dynamo seems pretty good at psychological warfare, too. He's getting her riled up enough to attempt a tackle of her own.]

[silver_reign]

-He spun around to face her, a grin crossing his face.-

Good.

-He braced himself, ready to push against her when their forms collided.-

[photonicfighter]

[And what a collision it was! Armor scraping armor, plates resonating with the impact! She was repelled from the failed tackle, but right back in again, throwing punches that were not as straight and not as solid as before.

She was starting to get worn out, after all.]

[silver_reign]

-Unfortunately for her, he wasn't the least bit tired. It might've been from his own constant blocking, it might've been that he was just ridiculously energetic. Whatever the case may be, he began to catch her strikes in his hands, or deflect them with an arm.-

[photonicfighter]

[Now it just felt like he wasn't even trying to defend against her efforts. It was easy for him, wasn't it? And that was infuriating, knowing that she couldn't best him and couldn't beat him and could only sometimes just startle him...]

Haaah!

[She threw one final hard side kick with all the might she had. Which was quite a bit of might, to be honest, but might isn't everything. It was slow enough that he'd likely have little problem dealing with it.]

[silver_reign]

-That last kick had so much going for it, if only Dynamo himself were tired! As it was, he simply blocked the strike once again and took note of her wary form.-

Tsk. You're a worthy spar partner... but I really suggest you lighten up.

-He let his guard down and walked over to her.-

... or you'll wear yourself out too quickly.

[photonicfighter]

Nggh! [No connection, just deflection. She planted her foot heavily, assumed a defensive stance... and then slowly released it, having to admit to herself that she didn't have any more to give.]

I just... haven't had much chance to... keep in shape here.

[Her breathing is quickly coming back under control, though.]

No missions to run. That's... that's it.

[Yes, yes, excuses...]

[silver_reign]

-He simply smirked.-

Then we'll run our own missions.

[photonicfighter]

[Oh, that's a fun idea. Flawed, but fun. And so she smirks, and puts a hand on her hip.]

What kind of missions? While it goes completely koltova-crap crazy here every so often, the rest of the time it's pretty boring.

[Then she did a take, pulled her hand away from her hip, and realized just how much dirt and grass her rear half was covered in.] ...ugh!

[silver_reign]

-His smirk turned into an all out laugh at her misfortune.-

Sorry... As for missions? Eh, what are some of the things you're used to?

-He could fake being civil.-

[photonicfighter]

Nothing a shower won't fix....

[She absently tries to brush some of the grass away, but it's just smearing it around on her nice silver-white armor. It's more annoying than embarrassing, apparently. However, she soon gives up completely.]

...missions? Most of what I had been sent to do involved clearing out SEED-infected hostiles. There was one mission spent investigating rogues on Moatoob and another few on Parum dealing with culling the distova population... but mostly? SEED.

[silver_reign]

"SEED-infected hostiles..."? Sounds a lot like...

Well I'm sure we can think of something.

[photonicfighter]

[She caught that mutter. And she had been expecting a question, anyway.]

The SEED are some sort of rapidly-reproducing parasitic alien life form. They'll infect and mutate living creatures. They can infest and corrupt computer systems. We're just barely managing to hold them back.

...well, if something horrible goes rampaging through the streets, or some crazy person starts summoning demons in the church again? You'll be the first guy I call. [And she grins!] So what do you...

[..wait. Does she really want to ask him "what he does", as a mercenary?]

[silver_reign]

Do?

-He finished the sentence for her.-

The better question is, what won't I do? Your SEED problem sounds complicated. More so than what I'm used to, at any rate.

[photonicfighter]

What won't you do? Whatever they don't pay you for, I'd assume? [It's a joke, but it's a careful joke. If all he cared about was the fee, then what kinds of things could he have done?]

The SEED problem is and isn't complicated... they arrive, you purge the area of them. But there always seems to be more. And we still need to find their exact source, and handle that.

What're you used to? You mentioned something about "Mavericks" and a virus...

[silver_reign]

-He had to think carefully on how to answer that... without sounding too shady.-

If the task if feasible... I'll do it. If not, then I turn it down.

-It was... a half truth.-

"Maverick" is a term used on other reploids that have gone mad due to a virus that infects their systems. ... in rare cases, acting out against the humans leads the same status, even if you were acting on your own will. Guess I've seen it happen a few times, here and there. They weren't... necessarily harming anyone, but in the long run... maybe? Who knows?

[photonicfighter]

I see...

[It was the rest that put a thoughtful look on her face. Dakki was silent for a few moments after he explained. And when she spoke again, her voice was softer.]

Free will's only a crime when the manufactured have it, isn't it? A virus should be cured, if possible. Not hunted down. But... that's the risk you take, when you choose to create life. That it might not do what you want. Don't you think?

[silver_reign]

The cure was to retire the infected reploid. No questions asked. The Hunters are a group of reploids determined to save the humans. I guess if one of them went "Maverick" the only option would be to retire them.

[photonicfighter]

Retire. That's a euphemism if I've ever heard one. Especially a "no questions asked" retirement.

[She turns herself away, knowing she's getting worked up and knowing she's probably going to make a mess of the whole conversation. Still...]

There's maintaining the safety of innocent people, and there's.... I'm not even sure what that is.

[silver_reign]

A friendly lot, aren't they? They're obviously maintaining the safety of innocent people. Can't say there's another alternative. If there was, pretty sure there'd be less Mavericks.