Topic: Target Ravenlock: Weapons Depot

Zulu

Date: 2011-11-05 11:52 EST
(Author's Note: This post runs concurrent to Target Ravenlock: Solid Waste Facility and Target Ravenlock: The Ruins of Public Works.)

Military Installation 7685903 - Temple District

The other two might be having an easy time with their recons. He'd gotten the more difficult of the three to get into.

He didn't have the infiltration experience that Leo had, although he knew all of the same tactics - his specialty in the Marines had been in intelligence rather than front-line combat. That wasn't to say he didn't have experience in other things as well, and the combat experience he'd lacked in the Corps, he'd gotten since the Ranger Project had been conceived and they'd become a 'deniable asset' for various military operations, amongst other things.

As soon as he came in range of the weapons depot, he knew - before the sensor readings even scrolled across his display - that there would be no easy entrance here. Military facilities might be left unguarded, but never in his experience were they unmonitored.

And surely enough, the building was wired. Alarms stood out to his sensors, just as expected - he would have been suspicious if there had been none. From what he could tell, every entrance was monitored and access-controlled...which meant he would have to find another way in.

He touched down on the roof in near complete silence, settling into a crouch so as to absorb the weight of his landing. There was an access hatch up here, but if the entrances below were alarmed, this one would be too.

And so there was only one solution: he would have to make his own door.

The pulse generators in his hands were set for a tight, intense beam suitable for cutting before he stood again, and he directed one down to the roof below his feet as he walked a circle large enough for he and his rather bulky suit to fit through. The bright beam slashed out and through the material easily. He took care to bevel the cut inwards - he didn't want his makeshift hatch to fall in and create a ruckus that might draw the attention of any guardians that might be inside.

As soon as it was done he knelt and lifted the plug out of the way, getting his fingers under the edge and picking it up easily with the suit's powerful artificial musculature and setting it aside. Hopefully, the way he had cut it - and if all went according to plan - he could put it back and no one would notice the damage for days, perhaps weeks.

The cloak was engaged, and he dropped through the hole in silence for whatever was waiting below...

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2011-12-04 22:35 EST
The strange things about alarms, is how varied they might possibly be..

From the age old fishing line laced with several bells, to the really fun ?Malaysian Tiger? trap, and everything in between no less.

So it was no surprise for someone to expect, and more so, see any of the alarms. Access controlled, and wired. Motion, and perimeter. Plain sight, and some less than so. But we digress..

On the outside the building of interest was a rather plain looking warehouse, settled on the eastern end of the Temple District, itself. It was kept in rather good condition, and with direct ties to the ?JRC? itself, and the farms that supplied said ?JRC?.

And up until recently, it was a fairly active place, as supplies were carted in and out, regularly. Food stuffs, canned and organic. Basically your run of the mill supply depot.

Of course a select few new otherwise. Because if one were dig a tad deeper they would in fact find something much different than a charitable warehouse. After all, why would one go to such lengths to secure such a giving location, hmm? Well, that would be answered soon enough we assure you.

So inside the guest went, to this most plain of places.

And what found on the inside, you ask?

Darkness for one, and with that?.

Absolutely nothing. T?was bare, indeed.

Nary an item to be seen, as the place was clean to a fault. No supplies, no machinery? No carts, or crates. In fact, the only thing that was somehow left, was a rather lonely broom. T?was leaned in the corner, it was and without even a dust pan to keep it company! However, things are not always as they appear as a great many have found out since Raven?s arrival?

If one were to listen ever so closely.. Perhaps, they may have heard a faint ?buzzing?.

If one were to look closely, they may find a rather faint set of dusted foot prints towards the far end of the warehouse itself? The prints that seemingly lead directly into the wall itself.

Or if one were to look upwards?rather intently mind you? They may see the myriad of explosive charges strew along the center of the warehouse roof from front to back, and more so the rafters themselves.

Or if one were an adept, perhaps they would hear or feel the faint tripping of the rune wards that also were strewn about the warehouse itself.

Just another day at the office?

?Look at what we have here, ? said a rather female voice who?s location was not very centralized..

Seems like business has picked up.

Zulu

Date: 2012-01-11 15:35 EST
As soon as he settled to the floor below, he knew there was something wrong.

The place was supposed to be abandoned, but not empty. What was worse, it looked like whatever had been here was taken out some time ago...but then again, Ed had said he'd come across the place in older files on Ravenlock, and that it had appeared to be disused.

But then, why all the alarms...?

Another swift look around showed him the footprints, leading towards the wall, and he consulted the schematic that Ed had gotten on the place. Sure enough, it seemed, the footprints led to the 'entrance' to the sublevels below, although it looked to his gaze to be nothing more than a wall. Was he really supposed to just...walk through that?

Quickly, he pulled up his suit's sensors, trying to get a look for a secret door in that location, when everything started going belly-up.

The buzzing got his attention first, something that sounded electrical, like power going into old circuits, perhaps an arc in a wire short somewhere. The sound pulled his attention away from the sensors, and pulled his gaze upwards in an attempt to locate the source of the noise...

...and that was when he noticed the explosives attached to the ceiling, laid along the inner surface of the roof. It took him only an instant to notice that he had gotten lucky when he cut through and not run into that system, taking out himself and the bulding, and who knew what else in the process...

And then the voice spoke up. Instinctively his arms came up, his eyes finding the display icon for his weapons and arming them as the female voice semed to come from nowhere. He could feel the minigun on its back mount swiveling back and forth in its preprogrammed search pattern as he looked around for the source of the voice, at the same time backing towards where the footprints led.

Hoping that they hadn't all been led into the same trap.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2012-01-19 15:54 EST
?An armored knight, they send? My, my, my?now this is a surprise! Hmmm, whatever shall we do with you, my canned food, hmm??

A rather disturbing chuckle took to the air, filling the rather vacant area, as the room itself began to somewhat pulse more so during the length of said chuckle.

Just as quickly, it had stopped.. The room became still once more, save the faint buzz of electricity that kept to the air.

Once more, did the voice pierce the air.. ?Well, you are a fetching one indeed. What fun we shall have with you, knight.?

Another chuckle, as the voice then faded.

Seeing where the guest was headed, the voice once more same to life with a rather vexed tone. ?Oh no, we can?t have that! You?ve not even introduced yourself, so how are we supposed to let you just walk in here, and do as you will? Oh I know--- we?re NOT!?

It seemed that was the straw that broke the back of some poor camel, as the room literally erupted with activity!

Arcs of electricity flared, as bursts of light began to flash all over the place. The building began to shake violently, as the flashes, and arcs continued for a bit longer.

And then, in an instant?it ceased.

Suddenly the voice came to life once more, yet it was now directly behind the guest. ?Now let?s see what?s inside this can of yours, hmmm? See if ya taste as good as ya look!?

If the guest were to turn, to face this--- voice? They?d see a lone woman, heavily armored in ebonsteele--- her hair cut very short, and as black as the night itself. The light of the moon allowing this sight more so, as the rest of the room was still rather darkened. She was about 5?7? or so and armored toe to shoulder. An eye patch covering one eye..

The good eye offered such a reddish hue, as it seemed to literally glow. In each hand, was a hand axe--- the edges carrying a glint, as the weapons were hefted a tad. No other movements were made, as she remained where she was, in front of that area the foot prints were seemingly headed to.

?Alright, meat?I?m Mistianne. Ya wanna introduce yourself to us, before I peel you? Kinda makes it bad when I don?t know the name of who I?m killin. Sides, my friends really want to meet you, too.?

So there she stood. Defiant as can be, awaiting what was to come..