Description: S.I.N. might be part of Shadaloo, but sometimes it's like the renegade arm of Dr. Strangelove. Bison is sent on a mission to assess S.I.N.'s progress and to test the skills of their agent 'Maya'.
It's true that S.I.N. is a part of Shadaloo, the research and development arm. But they -are- a separate entity in many ways, with their own secrets. That battlesuit is one of them... and Shadaloo is -very- interested in that battlesuit. It wasn't /easy/, per se, to arrange the meeting--misinformation was employed, to a great extent. So Viper might be informed, by S.I.N., that some mysterious group is setting up a base camp, to forge an arrowhead to drive into the invasion forces.
A perfect chance to test the suit, and to demonstrate its usefulness... and so Viper has probably received marching orders. That's cool. Bison's got some, too, from Vega himself--test that suit. See what it's capable of. And, if you have to, break it. That's what Bison does, see... he breaks things. When Viper arrives, she'll see what looks like an actual base camp, boxes of supplies, a tent or four... but no -people-...
Not until Bison steps out from one of the tents, wearing all black--black leather jacket, black gloves, black pants, black boots. And he points, one thick, stubby finger. The meaning is obvious, but because Bison isn't subtle, he says, in a menacing tone (the same one he uses to order from drive-throughs) "You. Me. Let's go, snake-woman..."
How many Shadaloo operatives carry a PDA?
To say that Viper is married to her Blackberry is probably putting things a little strongly. She's *married* to her job. She merely flirts with her Blackberry to get what she wants. But S.I.N is a relatively new addition to the fine Shadaloo family of products. While the development of advanced technology has always been part of the Shadaloo modus operandi -- the Dolls are living proof of that, for example -- it's always been something... somewhat disorganized, before now. Senoh had his pet projects, like that... whatever it is with chainsaw hands or whatnot. And there's the Psycho Drive. But the mission statement for SIN itself is considerably more broad. The argument some made was that for things to really take off, you needed capital, and you needed breathing space. Hence the public front as a major pharmaceutical and military technology developer.
Technology... like the battlesuit.
The word conjures up some sort of big heavy armor; perhaps Mike Bison was expecting a red-haired mini Gundam to walk in the proverbial door. In fact, when Viper arrives, she's wearing her typical gear for SIN work: nice slacks, a suit jacket, her curious midriff-showing dress shirt, and the heeled boots and silver-knuckled black gloves that make up the 'battlesuit'. She's also tapping away at the aforementioned Blackberry as she walks into the camp, seemingly unconcerned, only looking up when she hears Bison's voice. An eyebrow goes up, then with a smirk she finshes up what she was doing and tosses the PDA aside. She'd like to delay it being shattered as long as possible... backing up all that email is such a *hassle*.
A hand comes up, and with her other hand, Viper tightens her battlesuit glove, the black fabric snapping back into place noisily... and along the silver knuckle leads, a few sparks of blue-white electricity are briefly visible. She continues to smile; her face is all amused sangfroid. "Well, I knew this was going to have to happen sooner or later. Let's get the little pissing contest over with, shall we? I'm a busy woman."
COMBATSYS: C.Viper has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: C.Viper focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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We don't talk about the chainsaw hands. Last Bison heard, that guy was sent back to Canada, chopping wood forever. By the time he's done, Canada'll be complete deforested. That's neither here nor there. Here, now, is Bison, his fists clenching, gigantic hams knotted into ugly flesh-clubs that look like the ends of a shillelagh, bumpy and gnarled. At least he doesn't have to say anything else. The Blackberry goes sailing and he watches it, tracking it for a few moments. Right.
"See... Boss ain't so happy wit' you guys' work. Thinks you guys is... tryin' to make a move. So uh... that's why we're here, see? He's got a message. An' I'm tha messenger. You? You jus' the paper." He's about twenty yards away, right now, but he'll be within five in a mere second, charging forward and shouting, yelling wordlessly as he draws his right fist back, prior to twisting forward, that big fist hammering in for Viper's chin.
Punching someone in the chin is not usually a good idea--chins are sharp, and bony, and makes bones break. But Bison is going to snap a person's chin before they snap one of his fingers, not like this, anyways.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits C.Viper with Dash Straight.
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Hm. This isn't going to be fun at all, Viper observes to herself, right before Bison's fist impacts with the underside of her face. The boxer might be too committed to the attack to notice, or perhaps he does; the SIN operative's intent is to put on some speed and force a little extra distance between herself and Bison. Not enough to evade; she's not confident enough in being able to outspeed that strike... just enough to give her more leverage to deflect the punch, perhaps. Little white puffs burst from both of her heels as the suit's jetboots kick in, but the extra distance doesn't help one bit; the blow strikes home and the redhaired agent goes flying, snapping a pole for a nearby tent in half as she sails through it to land on her back.
Yet even as she gets back up, she is smirking a bit.
"What's the message? 'Shadaloo needs quality dental care'?" Maya asks, in a tone of sarcastic innocence, as she gets back into stance. The legendary power of Bison's punches... she doesn't have even a remote amount desire to get involved there. The longer she can keep him at a distance, the better this is going to turn out, until she can bring things around to her advantage. Just a matter of time and careful planning... something Viper is confident she can do, and he can't. "If he's got a problem with how SIN is run, he can take it up with Seth. I'm just a contractor."
There's a haze in the air around one of the redhead's gloves, before with a sharp yell she drops to a crouch and slams that fist into the ground. Dirt kicks up in a linear path between Viper and Bison, as the kinetic force driven into the earth itself, shaped by the suit's technology, becomes a blast of pure physical force coming from below, intending to knock Bison right off his feet. Her other hand drops back behind her, out of sight, as she does so, however...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures C.Viper's EX Seismic Hammer.
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"Seth? Heh..." before he can say anything, though, the ground explodes underneath him--and Bison is in no position to avoid that. In fact, he's still moving forward--so he just leaps, moving with it. The explosion is like a kick in the goddamn ass--a giant boot from the ground that launches him in a long, parabolic arc. He's like a flying cannonball, drawing his left fist back--and then snapping it in a downward arc, aiming to punch her right in the top of the head, to crush her into the ground.
"THIS is the message! Don't get fuckin' cocky, you shits!! Vega'll -kill- you all! This ain't -nothin'-!!" he shouts, for no one but Viper to hear, as he goes for a landing, crashing into the ground, shaking it like an earthquake--but not an earthquake like the one Viper just created. That was, he will admit, a pretty fucking amazing thing. Vega might want that technology for a Doll... he'll just have to reconstruct it.
COMBATSYS: C.Viper interrupts Fierce Punch from M.Bison with Burning Kick.
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The extra time that knocking Bison through the air is exactly what Viper needs, and she's going to put it to use. Plus, his charging at her (even if it's in midair) presents an opportunity she can use. Bison is the 'Raging Buffalo'... but a Buffalo is just a hairy bull and right now, the redhaired SIN agent is an extremely boobtacular matador. Dusting herself off, she decides not to run; instead, she plants her feet a little apart and watches the incoming arc of Bison's attack... there. Her opening is there.
"Cocky?"
This is the only warning that she's got something up her sleeve. Bison's downward punch does, indeed, slam into Viper... but her torso, not her head, and the double agent's upward momentum is far too great to stop now. With a short hop, she swings an arm down to her heel and appears to press a button, or something... and suddenly, both of her legs jackknife outward in opposite directions, so that she appears to be doing a split in midair. That split, however, drives her feet (one first, then the other) into Bison mid-attack... and the heeltouch activated the jets to produce a burst of consuming, searing flame that spreads in a blazing arc alongside her kick.
The punch makes her land awkwardly, putting a hand gingerly to her side, but nonetheless Viper keeps her composure, giving Bison a sort of 'how stupid can you be?' look of... if not disdain, then the neutral side of disappointment. "Cocky is thinking that old school kneecapping is the way to run a criminal syndicate. You're a dinosaur, Mr. Bison; SIN is the future for Shadaloo, especially in a world with people like Bernstein and NESTS in the mix." A faint smile crosses her lips as she adds, again in a tone of innocent-sounding but clear sarcasm, "Old school thinkers... are just going to get burned."
"Fuckin' -bitch-," hisses Bison, as he flies through the air, struck hard by that flying, burning kick. Fortunately he had some foresight; the leather isn't likely to burn, and the burst of flame wasn't enough to actually do serious burn damage. Bison lands hard, skidding across the dry riverbed to collapse a tent by going right through it. A dinosaur? Maybe. That means he has a second brain... and that brain is operating on overload right now.
Unfortunately it's an emotional brain, and with it in charge... Bison just shouts a challenging roar, as the mass of canvas and metal explode outward, and Bison is suddenly charging forward, intent, apparently, on grabbing Viper up in his arms--a classic clinch--and then smashing her smug face with his forehead, three times, before throwing her away.
If he can; he's still got a distance to go to reach her. That battlesuit.. if it's just that battlesuit that's doing all this, then Shadaloo may be in trouble. Unless they can get that suit...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits C.Viper with Head Bomber.
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The suit is her advantage, but it only appears to be doing Viper good on the offensive, today; she doesn't feel like trying to out-punch Bison, and so when he goes for a *grab*, of all things, she's in no mood to try and take it. Again the puffs of white steam make an appearance as she tries to dash out of the way but a trained boxer like Bison is an expert at closing distances. Thus Bison gets the visceral enjoyment of snagging Viper and exacting that headbutting revenge three times over; the force of the blows sends her staggering backwards before coming to a stop, bringing a hand up and rubbing her bloodied nose. Damn! That might bruise.
Now he's getting on *her* nerves as well.
"Thanks for proving my point," she adds in a dry tone. She really, REALLY doesn't feel like charging in for the kill right now, so instead she takes a second to collect herself. Viper doesn't have much use for flashy chi energy; she's actually quite glad that the weapons systems for her suit use much more mundane, everyday materials like... uh, fire and electricity. Good, reliable stuff provided by science. But every fighter has chi, including Viper, and the battlesuit technology cleverly draws on it to power itself. A moment or two to get herself together can't hurt. Especially since she really would rather be prepared if Bison decides to really lay down the smack. "It's funny. Vega doesn't strike me as the kind of person to waste resources." Of course, what she doesn't say is: Seth is a damn megalomaniac who would take over Shadaloo in a heartbeat, so you're probably *right*.
COMBATSYS: C.Viper gains composure.
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C.Viper 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
"Ain't no waste. Don't worry, baby. I ain't gonna kill ya. Not today..." Well, isn't /that/ comforting. Bison stalks forward, a little slower now, tauntingly. Can't run, can't hide... he jolts forward, as if starting that dashing punch rush he's famous for, but it's just a feint, a fakeout to see how she handles it. Of course, he /is/ the Raging Buffalo, so a few moments later he's lunging for real--the only way he really knows how to attack, head on.
That visceral pleasure is still fresh in his mind, as he closes in, aiming to set Viper up with a series of quick jabs, high-low-high-low, from the left, and then stepping in with a right hook punch--not aimed for her head, though... aimed for her side. In fact, one might call it a 'liver blow', though the placing of the punch is not /quite/ right for it... but he's still aiming for soft meats.
"Ain't no waste. Like the man say. Gotta make a dog know its place. Can't let it get too uppity, or it might try an' bite ya..." Maybe Vega -does- know Seth that well, hmm? A man after his own heart, in some ways. More than one way.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits C.Viper with Hook Punch.
# Disabling hit! #
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Perhaps Viper should rethink this speed versus power issue she's having... particularly since it's not working in her favor right this second. She frowns at the feint, not exactly buying it, but it's the jabs that get her; trying to weave through them in an effortless way she underestimates the followup and takes a punch to the side that makes her double over, gritting her teeth. Still, as she takes a step back and assesses this situation, it's not 100% in her favor to win, now that she thinks about it. After all, if she loses then Bison will feel like S.I.N has been put in its place, and won't get unduly curious about the battlesuit or her role in the project.
On the other hand, something about the boxer grates across her nerves like a rusty file.
"Maybe a valid point. What's it say when he sends a dog to do the work of putting the dog down, though?" Yeah... she is probably going to lose. But she can still make a point and get out of here with her skin intact. Gritting her teeth and praying this works, Viper ducks at Bison, using a boxer's principle of movement against him herself. Both hands come up over her head when she gets close, hazy with gathering force and sparking with blue-white electricity. "It's a dog eat dog world," she adds, before slamming both hands into the ground right at Bison's feet, creative a massive point-blank shockwave of electricity and kinetic force that looks to send him skyward...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Burst Time from C.Viper with Gigaton Blow+.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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Suddenly, things happen fast. Very fast. Bison's angry--well, he's always angry. Like the Hulk, if that show were just Lou Ferrigno smashin' shit up. "I ain't no dog, bitch! I'm a fuckin' ALPHA MALE!" And now he has to prove it. "You FUCKED UP, GIRL! YOU TOO CLOSE!" Little does Bison know... that she has to be close. All he knows is... she's in his range.
He just winds up, roaring, and delivers a massive straight punch--there's no other words for it. To Viper, it might sound like a bomb going off, in her chest--and it might feel the same way, a punishing, crushing attack that is likely to break ribs. Bison actually stopped someone's heart with this punch...
he just catches the edge of the explosion, rocks thrown up like shrapnel raking his back, the wave of force slamming into him just a moment after the punch connects, sending him stumbling and rolling as he loses his footing. But he's able to get back up--is Viper?
Did she fuck up?
Even as she's heading through the air toward the edge of the camp -- and regretting the time she's going to spend recuperating from this little tete-a-tete -- Viper's answer is: no. You might have, though.
The sound of tires over gravel is audible even before Viper hits the ground; it should be no surprise to Bison when an unmarked black sedan shows up and pulls to the side of the camp... interestingly enough, right to the side where Bison's counterattack has sent her. Curiously, it's even where she chucked her PDA so it wouldn't get broken; as the redhead gets back to her feet, a little unsteadily, she eyes it with surprise, then a faint grin, picking it up as she goes.
She's just getting to her feet as two nondescript men in black suits and sunglasses emerge from the sedan. Their appearance makes Viper sigh a little bit; MiBs? Really? It's so... *expected*. Still, they showed up about when she told them to, so as far as she's concerned they've done their job. Mysterious meeting? Why WOULDN'T a trained secret agent case the area beforehand, make judgments about the people involved, and then arrange for an extraction? Bison's made his point; she's made hers too, though she wonders if the boxer will see it.
"Maya-san," one of the men begins. "The science team wants to review some of this data with you..."
The redhead raises an eyebrow at him, then turns back to Bison and gives him a shrug and a smirk. "Well, this HAS been fun but I really have to go. Busy times. But here, a gift from me to you." One of her subordinates holds out something, which she takes and then throws in the dirt near Bison. What is it?
A tape measure. The case even has the SIN logo.
"When you're done measuring your dick," the redhead says, getting into the sedan, "give me a call. Unless you need some help with those marks on the side. They're called 'numbers', by the way."
And with that, the doors close and she's off.
COMBATSYS: C.Viper takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 12:40:25 04/26/2009 by M.Bison, and last modified on 12:24:59 04/29/2009.