Description: 'R' men are scouring the boat. Getting control of the civilians is easy. Getting control of a bunch of incredibly powerful fighters, on the other hand, not so much. Enter one Crusher, nameless 'R' soldier who is about to die. Just another casualty in the violent seizure of the Suiryuu in progress.
A hostile takeover. Helicopters loaded with armed men swarmed in on the boat, dropping a giant net over it and unleashing an EMP that blew out a lot of the electronics. That there's even light at all to see by on the Suiryuu is due to the backup systems that are powered by energy that isn't exactly what most would expect aboard a modern vessel.
Dimly glowing sigils in the walls act as backup lighting as the 'People's Boat' sits restlessly in the water. The engines had to be turned off or risk damage from the netting getting caught up in the turbines beneath the boat, leaving it a sitting duck for the Black Noah to pull up and send its men swarming over the decks. Most of the men move around in groups of three. They're well armed, each packing assault rifles, combat shotguns, side arms, knives, and the occasional flame thrower or heavy machine gun. They communicate via radio head pieces, barking orders back and forth in code.
The various squads have their own objectives. Look for command and control personnel and take them out. Look for the bridge or any other rooms from which the brains of the boat might be operating. Subdue the passangers, restraining them in their quarters so that they can be kept out of the way until things are under enough control to actually deal with handling them. Any who resist are being dealt with using whatever force is necessary. A few have already bumped against the 'R' minions and found them to not be quite the push overs one would expect.
Here in the hall that connects the ship's cabins one man steps. Tougher than the usual soldier, he's been ordered in to do a little scouting ahead to see how many are cowering in their cabins. Any that are easy to subdue will be restrained. If there's any problems, there's always backup to be called in. His hands tighten on the M-16 knock off assault rifle. A pin-point red laser sight traces along the wall as he moves forward cautiously. The rifle has a grenade launcher attachment on it. Perfect for clearing rooms if any of them prove to be too troublesome. His squadmates call the black stubble-faced brute Crusher. And considering his muscular build, he's probably earned the designation.
Pausing mid-step he whispers into the headset he has on, "No sign of the black kid or the smart ass. I think those two ain't going to be a problem if they show up again anyway.... Nah, I'm good. I think most people have already fled this hall anyway. Anyone too chicken to come out of their rooms is probably hiding under the bed... Haha. Right. Out." His hand returns to grip his rifle, finger hovering lightly over the trigger.
Sada Asai was asleep. What's more, she was in a goddamned rush once the news had spread out. She doesn't know what an invasion is by first hand experience, but Grandfather had always had stories. There is no room to rush; her luggage is useless weight. Only one thing matters; only the blade and the chain and the ten pounds of domination on the end of it.
The talk and the ramming of doors was pretty easy to read as an impending doom attack, and so Sada had left her door slightly open - maybe to give the idea of an empty room unworthy of searching. She has no idea where Ichiro is, and it doesn't matter too much to her. She stays pressed against the wall near the door, listening, watching out through it, and holding onto the kama on a length of chain. It sways with the swaying of the ship, but the chain doesn't rattle.
She can see the gun - she can see the laser ON the gun. Sada's lips go back from her teeth in a vaguely sharklike grin before the kama is hurled out with sudden force, the chain whipping through the air as it's aimed to wrap around the gun and, hopefully, yank it out of the burly thug's grasp. Without that, Sada reasons... well, they'd have to find out.
COMBATSYS: Invader has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Sada has joined the fight here.
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There's a few things you tend not to forget. For some girls, it's their first kiss, or their first crush, or the 'one that goot away'. For Elle, things are a little different. While the mercenary doesn't come from a gritty background per se, there's a distinct things you don't forget. One of them is an 'invasion'.
Granted, the last two invasions she was privy to, she was the invading side.
Elle doesn't like surprises, unless she orchestrates them, and she enjoys this boat even less. Nevertheless, she has her reasons for being here. Reasons heretofore unknown by all but a few of the guests, and perhaps the crew. The mercenary is tight lipped, and has kept to herself for most of the voyage, Jinchuu being just another opportunity. The people around her? Mostly just mewling amatures, scrabbling about and gnawing desperately at the table scraps that someone fed them.
With that in place, it was a matter of waiting the tournament out, observing the progression of the Byzantine plots unfolding and searching for an opening... and then this. The chaos and confusion that the situation has brought may ver well be the thing that cracks this open for her, and Elle won't stand still as it appears for her.
Instead of staying in her cabin, Elle's taken to action, driven by whatever orders she's under to observe the situation and affect it as she deems strategically necessary. The rank and file fall under a steel mace easily, the unglamorous weapon crushing bones, spattering blood, and sending people sprawling.
Like the invaders, Elle has prepared herself. Breathing mask on her face as lowlight goggles in case of tear gas, or worse. Helmet on her head, and a bulletproof jacket strapped over her torso. Coupled with the black color scheme, she'd almost be mistaken for an R agent, save for the fact that she's emotionlessly thrashing everything in her path. As she does so, electricity about her body begins to charge, crackling and snapping across the deck. The chi selas spark and sputter to life around her as she does so, slowly approaching Sada and Crusher's position with the cold, methodical motions of someone who does this for a living.
COMBATSYS: Elle has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Elle gathers her will.
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COMBATSYS: Invader overcomes Odani Foundation Art from Sada with Strong Shot.
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Crusher slows as he nears the door slightly opened. He would have just kicked the door down and probably stepped right into Sada's trap, but the sound of another coming down the hall causes him to pause just briefly and tense up, rifle raised a little more, his body bending forward some as if to get more in tune with the weapon in his hands.
Sada's weapon comes lashing out of the darkness and while that wasn't what he was expecting it, his prepared state of mind lets him react to it handily, firing off an entire clip into the kama, knocking it aside. Sada might need to worry about some of the extra rounds as well. "Hostile engaged, but I got it." he snaps into the mic... Only then does he glance down the hall and notice Elle storming down the hall, power literally crackling over her as she approaches, the lines in the walls reacting to the surge of power in turn. "What the hell is that..."
COMBATSYS: Sada parries Invader's Strong Shot!
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Sada hasn't yet taken note of Elle - but then she might not recognize the woman now, disguised and helmeted as she is. The bullets raddle the kama, the hardwood torn and battered as varnish is ripped out; Sada shifts herself, shoving the door forwards as the surface is ringed with bullets that rattle and rip off the already battered, half-rusted hinges. The door thumps as it tilts slightly forwards, before it comes to a halt. It's probably being held up from the inside.
From behind it, a throaty and disjointed laugh comes out. It's possibly one of fear being ridden out through courageous action, or slowly dawning insanity. It's deep and echoes peculiarily in the Jinchuu's bowels. Then the clear words in only faintly accented English come out.
"Yankee dog, you come here to /DIE/," Sada says, before letting out a deep scream from the abdomen and kicking the lower part of the door forwards, throwing the rest of her weight behind it to make it serve as an improvised and /very heavy/ riot shield for the remaining short period in which it must. She slams it forwards, aiming to crush the larger man against the bulkhead!
Elle will see that Sada is in a bra, a pair of panties, and sockless sneakers. Unless the kusarigama counts as clothing.
The tall woman pauses, boots halting in their slow progression through the corridors of the ship as she takes stock of the situation. Sada, and an R soldier? Elle has never had to fight the Black Noah crew, but knows that they're the best of the best that R has to offer, and that taking them lightly is a fast way to get humiliated fairly quickly if you're not careful. Shadaloo's files were very thorough on that.
NESTS, however, knows more of Sada, thanks to the inordinate amount of young girl agents. Elle's lost contact with the younger girl for some time. Ever since Marise saw fit to inspect Sada's power, Elle and Blackjack have been fairly uninterested witht he goings on at the schools.
Maybe that should change, but right now, Elle's only got one thing on her mind. "You're in my way," she says. No malice. No threatening inflection. Just a flat ascertainment of the situation. The mace, dripping with viscera, is slammed back into it's compartment on her guitar, and Elle reaches behind her.
The sharp sound of katars snapping to life as Elle slips them over her hands sends a resonace down the hall, and the blades seem to hum to life, pulsing with a peculiar energy. Elle bolts forward, without another word. Green lenses cover her eyes, making her impossible to read as she moves to tear a hole in the nearest target. Either unwilling or uncaring as to who might be friend or foe, Elle's arms immediately jackhammer-stabs with the tri-bladed weapons at the first thing in her path.
Unfortunately, that happens to be Sada.
COMBATSYS: Invader dodges Sada's Random Weapon EX.
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Big he may be, but he's no slacker either. Crusher has gotten to where he has through brutality and efficiency. He's glad to have dealt with the attack from Sada, but it cleaned out the clip on his rifle. Ejecting the spent clip and allowing it to drop to the floor, he pulls a replacement clip from his belt and slaps it into the weapon like a pro before slinging it over his shoulder.
When the girl-powered door comes slamming out into the hall he rolls backward - a smooth, controlled movement, coming up on his feet in a crouch as he pulls the shotgun holstered on his back forward, aiming it toward Elle. "I've got a second one," he snaps into the headset. "Two females - both pretty damn psychotic."
He'll need backup, maybe. One or the other? He might feel he can handle. Both though? Of course, Sada is suddenly having to deal with the advancing Elle AND the next attack from the 'R' man at the same time. His hand reaches over his left glove and clicks a button. A radial, small, hard plastic shield unfolds over his left arm - a portable riot shield for protection. And suddenly he lunges forward, "Looks like I interrupted your beauty sleep, miss. Sorry to be a bother." And then he tries to bash her in the side with that very shield.
COMBATSYS: Elle successfully hits Sada with Ace of Spades.
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COMBATSYS: Sada fails to counter State Of Emergency from Invader with Asai Harvester.
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Sada's head whirls around mid-transit as she sees the approaching Elle and her humming blades. She doesn't recognize the woman even now, but her efforts to dodge to the left are foiled by - well - the door; it ends up with her getting several wicked gashes cut in her side and a hissing intake of breath as her eyes water. "Then LEAVE!" she shouts, before the man rolls out of the way -
Well shit, she thinks as she snaps for the kama, trying to grab it out of the ground and grasp it by its shot up handle. She sends up struck in the face instead, staggering back with blood flowing from the nose and the edge of her lips, hunching over as she steps back from the big man, reeling slightly and trying not to show it. "Maybe you should be sorry you /came here/!" she shouts back, which is at least defiant if not witty.
There's something to be said about spunk. Grim determination. Gumption. Sheer willpower over odds. It's a powerful thing to have, and Elle doesn't discount any of it. After all, she likes to think that she's got some spirit still left in the dead lump of charcoal that sits inside of her in lieu of a heart.
However, it can get you killed, too. Her presence made known and Sada screeching her defians and displeasure, Elle turns her attentions to the R trooper. So far, Rugal's minion has made a fairly decent showing. Time to see what else the man can do.
The twin weapons are snapped back into their storage compartments quickly with a turn as Elle reaches out with one hand to slam the man's face against the bulkhead. If she manages, she'll pin him there with a firm arm, and use the otehr hand to give hsi head a nasty twist designed to break the everage person's neck.
COMBATSYS: Invader blocks Elle's Antisocial.
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That shield on his left arm comes in handy as Elle's hand comes in to try and smash his head into the wall. The pressure of her strength alone is enough to put cracks in the plastic defense, but it leaves Crusher, well, un-crushed, so it did its job. Dark eyes fixate on the woman the tall woman that is up in his face now. "Damn, woman, I always considered myself the mace type. Too bad I'm going to have to put you down. It's business," he growls as he takes two steps back, pumps that black combat shotgun in his hands, and fires directly toward Elle.
The round contains an explosive variety of buckshot. Not only will the pellets hurt in and of themselves, but each one will ignite into small sparks and enough of them landing on cloth might be enough to start it on fire. Of course, Elle is packing way more armor than the underclothed Sada, so total immolation isn't quite as likely.
The taller woman in mask and other gear is lunging forwards to deal with the enemy - attacking him? It's either betrayal or some kind of internal conflict, Sada thinks, and either way it means they're not facing her for the moment. She pulls the chain up close and braces herself, breathing in deeply -
And then she realizes the truth in her heart. These strange people in military outfits are probably here, more or less directly, to kill her. She can fight them; she might even win despite being in her underpants and armed with a weapon that, while excellent in her hands, lacks things like 'grenades' and 'laser pointers' or extreme range and wound penetration.
Thus: "So long!" she cries as she turns and dashes forwards, ducking along the edge of the wall and making for the stairs, the chain rattling as she makes her break for the deck -- and freedom in the cold and deadly ocean!
COMBATSYS: Sada takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Invader successfully hits Elle with Point-Blank Fire.
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Sada's retreat from the scene is noted, but not ignored. If anything, it's just one less person in the hallway that Elle has to deal with. The immediate problem, however, is the man waving a shotgun with incendiary buckshot in her face.
The explosive burst washes over her form. There's not enough room in the hallway for Elle to just dive out of the way. Somtimes being tall has disadvantages. Instead of ducking out of the way, she's forced to stagger backward fromt he sheer force of the blast.
Blobs of light dance in front of Elle's eyes for a moment. She couldn't chase after the DSC student even if she wanted to. Instead, it's all she can do to concentrate on retaliation.
The katar once again make their appearance, snapping snugly around her wrists as she narrows her eyes behind the lowlight goggles as they slowly recover from the sudden flash. Both weapons are thrust foward viciously, seeking to make purchase on the R soldier. Afterimages of her arms mark the swift motions. If she succeeds in hitting him, she'll twist the twi-bladed weapons viciously, and hurl him into the ceiling overhead.
COMBATSYS: Invader blocks Elle's Chase the Ace.
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Two crazy women is more than Crusher is in the mood to handle, so when Sada tears off toward the deck with nothing but a weapon and her underclothes, he does nothing to stop her from slipping past. "Hostile coming topside," he grunts. "Light on the armor, heavy on the weapon," the man smirks, not taking his eyes off Elle for an instant. The shotgun is slipped back into its holster on his back in one smooth motion and his hands are free as the weapons come stabbing in for his shoulder.
Slamming his palms out from the side he manages to deflect the sharp blades just enough that they end up cutting into his shoulder with a surface scrape without being able to dig in too far though when Elle draws them back there is some of the man's blood dropping from the fine points. "Heh," comes Crushers smirk.
He can't say this woman isn't tough. "Who the hell are you. You're not Ryouhara," he snaps. No way. The Ninja folk are nothing like this battle prepared amazon he's dealing with here. When he lunges forward next it's with the intent to get a grip on Elle's wrists. She may be strong, but is she stronger than he is? He'll find out as if he manages to get a grip, he'll twist those arms of hers in an attempt to pry the katar from her, efffectively disarming her of at least /one/ of her deadly toys.
COMBATSYS: Invader successfully hits Elle with Strong Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Sada has left the fight here.
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Elle 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Invader
One of the blades is knocked free as Crusher twists Elle's arms. Unfortunately, they're effectively strapped on unless the proper force is applied. The bladed weapon clatters to the ground as Elle attempts to turn with the twisting motion and ultimately fails. She's just not agile enough, it would seem.
She lurches to one side, pulling herself away by sheer force as opposed to any slippery escape artist attempts, her footsteps banging loudly against the metal deck. The trooper's questions fall on deaf ears, however. Elle's not particularly chatty in a fight. Answering critical, important questions in the middle of a fight is a luxury that only the most powerful or the most foolish take.
With her one now-free hand, Elle strikes out, the limb a little bit faster than it should be as she attempts to lock her calloused grip around the man's throat in a chokehold. Nothing fancy or clever. Just a single-handed grip caluclated to strangle the life out of the man.
COMBATSYS: Invader fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Elle with Break The Rules.
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He succeeds in getting that twisting grip he wanted, but the results aren't quite satisfactory. He may have twisted with the intent to tear tendons or snap bone, but Elle's made of tougher stuff than that. When she steps in for a follow up, the 'R' thug reaches out to get a grip on her as well. Two can play at the savage beating game. He knows all about how limbs are supposed to move or not move and what happens when you force them in the wrong direction...
But Elle gets there first, the Blackjack leader securing a solid grip on his neck with one hand. It's enough to stop him short, eyes widening just a little as teeth grit. She holds with crushing force. The kind of strength that will shut down most fighters completely. Still, with just one hand, how long can she hold it? Enough to force him unconscious? Already his right hand is slipping a knife from a sheath at his side.
Elle's not going to stand around and let Crusher think. That would be a bad move on her part. If there's anything she's learned is that true military professionals are always thinking, even when they're picking bullets out of their hide or getting strangled by emotionless mercenaries.
And that's why she gives hims a rough shove backward. Releasing him might be a bad idea. Even if she's pushed him out of stabbing range, he's definitely still inside throwing range.
And that's when the chi seals around Elle flare with the intensity of the sun. Bathing her in horrible blue incandescence, Elle swings her free hand once more, this time in a laborious vertical arc as her fist pounds the ground. The hallway shakes, vibrating viciously as the sound of a screeching guitar riff fills the air. Even in the dimming lights, the shimmering wave of sonic energy rolls for the R agent, crushing all the debris in it's path, disintigrating it into dust.
COMBATSYS: Elle successfully hits Invader with Black Sabbath.
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Of course they had profiles on most of the people on the boat. Alan had been slipping the 'R' Organization all of the information necessary to prepare for this assault. The power levels of the fighters was calculated, tabulated, broken down into extravagent spread sheets. The men were briefed on attacks to expect. They had details on many of the participants, their styles broken down and parsed. Crusher thought he had seen enough to prepare him for anything that most of the low level Jinchuu participants would be able to dish out.
Nothing prepared him for this. As Elle unleashes the violent blue energy that obliterates its way down the hall, literally smashing doors through their frames as it rushes toward the 'R' agent. "Oh shi-" He raises his arms, attempting to brace for impact, but for all the good it does him he might as well have simply surrendered just then and there. The savage power washes over him, driving him hard against the stairs that lead down into the hallway, landing him on his back, the knife he had unsheathed earlier already skidding away uselessly.
"Agh..." comes the gasp of pain. That did /not/ go down at all. Who is this devil that walks the halls of the Suiryuu, and why wasn't he warned there was an armored banshee with destructive power around here? There's the sound of voice chatter from a small speaker in his ear. Shouts, questions as to his condition. What his state was presently. Gritting his teeth, he doesn't bother answering as he remains lying, sitting himself up enough to unholster the M-16 again.
His finger slips forward to the second trigger. The grenade launcher. A small spherical projectile lobs toward Elle's position. The second it impacts anything at all it will explode with enough power to leave gaping maws in the walls on either side of it, sending shrapnel in every direction.
COMBATSYS: Elle dodges Invader's Power Shot.
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Not this time. The short range advantage is no longer there. Coupled with the horrendous damage that she's inflicted on the man, his aim is probably far off of where it should be. As the hastily fired grenade streaks forward, Elle dives down, tumbling as the small missile blows a hole the size of a manhole cover in the ceiling, sending deadly, searing hot shards everywhere.
The superheated metal rains down on Elle like sparks, fizzling out on her already-blackened vest and clothing as Elle continues her slow and steady walking pace, boots clanging on the deck like a death knell.
For her, Crusher's just a particularly tough mark. Still, Elle's got no particular beef with him. He's a man that does his job. By all accounts, he does his job well. Rugal would have killed him by now if he didn't.
As she walks, her body begins to dance with electrical power once more, the seals on the walls and ceiling and floor growing frenetic, hypractive as the twist and shimmer beneath her feet, power snapping across the ground, as it helps her concentrate. The woman stops a few feet away, power still crackling, errant bolts of lightning snapping from the deck into her body. "What's your name, soldier?" She asks. The question isn't a thoughtful, introspective one. It's a straight forward, no-nonsense question that doesn't sound like she's particularly interested in a bullshit answer.
COMBATSYS: Elle focuses on her next action.
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The launched grenade goes errant but perhaps it buys him the time he needs to get back up on his feet. The assault rifle is discarded with out further thought. The grenade chamber's empty, and the standard rifle rounds aren't going to pack the needed punch against someone with that much armor on. Let alone the raw power she possesses.
"I've got a situation in the cabin hall," the man growls, no doubt barking information out to some of the others prowling around on the boat. He's pained, it's obvious. That power Elle struck him with tore right through the light armor he has on as if it wasn't even there and the damage wrought isn't like what one gets from bullets or knives. Oh, no. Those would be mercy compared to that shockwave he just got fed.
"Heh, names." he grunts. "Gave up my name a long time ago. Don't even mean anything to me anymore. R's boys - we're untraceable. The big guy likes it that way." He nods his head toward the stairs behind him, wires dangling down over them from the damage that's caused the ceiling to fall in a little. "The crew - they just call me Crusher."
A slow, somewhat crazed smirk curls across his lips. He's about to show her where that nickname comes from. "Initiating... the Alpha Protocol," he speaks methodically. And with that, his right hand comes up to squeeze something in the sleeve over his left wrist. A small shot of 'R' manufactured chemicals injected into his blood stream - a shot of what might best be described as super adrenaline. Elle is familiar with it. She's seen the effects before...
And then he charges, swinging out wildly with strength far beyond what he had earlier. Savage punches, kicks, grabbing debris from the wreckege around them and attempting to slam Elle with them. He strikes with the crazed frenzy of a man pushed beyond his limits. He's a soldier - and like the dogs of war of old, his preservation is of secondary importance to The Mission.
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Invader's Dogs Of War.
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Tired eyes watch the assault. There's soldiers, and then there's soldiers. Those that take pride in their work and are professionals, and then there's those that take it a step further by devoting their lives to a cause. What cause Rugal could possibly champion that would want to make a man lay down his life for him is beyond Elle. She expects her own troops to fight to the death.
Just not their deaths.
The clumsy, smashing attacks of someone set on overdrive crash against Elle's defenses. Forearms block, divert, and avoid the large chunk of the wanton assault. Each powerful blow and progressive step pushes Elle back a little further. That is, until she decides that she's pretty much had enough.
If he doesn't have a name? Then he'll just have to die.
Elle's free hand shoots out again, and pushes her hand against the man's now unarmored chest. The pressure alone is only a laying of hands; the touch isn't meant to cause any damage. The resulting chi, however, is. Elle fires off a single sonic pulse, the titanic bass note rattling the deck once more as the runes immediately spring to life again, as if screeching for more. The effect of the attack is not subtle. The attack isn't designed to injure or maim, but to kill by destroying internal organs, rupturing them and causing massive hemorrhages.
COMBATSYS: Invader endures Elle's Metal Meltdown.
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There is no attempt to defend. No self-preservation mechanisms kicking in now. The man throws his life away against Elle's outstretched palm, the attack she dishes out on him more than most of the people in the world could possibly survive. "Heh," comes the gurgling grunt, blood spilling out from the sides of his mouth.
Who knows what drove him on. Maybe it's mind control. Manipulation. Maybe Rugal has just found people who have nothing to live for and has pounced on that, capitalizing their lack of self-worth to turn them into more deadly men... until their fuse runs out and they perish like this man does now.
"You're a piece of work... a real devil of a woman..." He takes a step forward, his left hand reaching over to clench his right wrist. Another trigger it would seem. This one even more fatal than the injection he took a moment ago. "... I hope you're ready... there's dozons more where I came from."
And with that, he ends it. A self-destruct detonation. Explosives in his suit going into overload, blowing up all the ammo, grenades, small rockets... it all goes up in one great big ball of fire.
COMBATSYS: Invader can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Invader's Dead On Arrival.
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Bone fragments, shrapnel, bits of intestine.
The debris blast over Elle, who only raises a hand and closes her eyes behind the night vision goggles to keep from being flash blinded again. The sick, wet spatter of human chunks hitting the ground isn't new to her, but it's still mildly disturbing.
The best way to understand how Elle feels is to consider this: he didn't have a name.
Animals don't either.
Elle hates animals.
Striding forward without another pause, Elle's boots trundle over Crusher's remains with a disturbing casualness, the wet ripping noise of ichor already sticking and drying to her boots and floor announcing her progression down the hall.
Next.
Log created on 23:15:34 10/04/2007 by Invader, and last modified on 23:22:57 10/05/2007.