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Post by Matachi on Jan 19, 2009 1:17:50 GMT -5
"A--agh! What the--!" He yelped as he was lifted onto Retro's back, his open wounds caused him so much pain that he cringed, the pain caused him to awaken, though. "--FUCK--!! Dude--!! Not cool!!" He yelled, a trickle of drool trailed down from his lip. He looked up as they approached the extraction point, watching as Foxx got Hatter out forcefully then began spraying upon approaching Agents.
The phone began ringing immediately after the first extraction, and once Retro was close enough to the booth, he reached out and picked up the phone, but failed to put it to his ear. "Yo, Foxxy--!" He called out to her, his eyes narrowing upon the girl, "You make sure you make it out." He yelled over the rat-tat-tat-tat of her Uzi's gunfire, placing the phone to his ear--
His eyes opened, and he was back upon the ship, staring at the light that hung above. He was weak from the simulated pain and blood loss, it didn't feel any less real outside, either. It still took a toll on him, no matter what. He stood from his bench, staggering over to Sapphire, watching the raining textual characters that painted him a picture.
"How're they doin'...?"
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Jan 19, 2009 1:29:46 GMT -5
"Stop crying!" he barked as he looked over his shoulder to see three agents running up the block towards them. Shit, he cursed mentally as he started running even faster -- not caring how much pain Mars was in. Running as fast as his virtual legs would take him he finally reached the payphone. Luckily for him, Mars had woken up long enough to attempt to pick up the phone. Once he finally was able to place the device to his ear Retro felt as if a burden was lifted from his shoulders. It's just that in this case, it was literal.
"Two down...," he commented to himself as he turned to watch Foxx unloading her clips into the oncoming agents. Pulling out his other SIG Pro and his Desert Eagle he began firing down on the agents as well. "Just run Foxx, I have you covered," he called out to her as he continued to lay out cover fire.
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Post by blank on Jan 19, 2009 15:00:51 GMT -5
Foxx, disobedience coursing through her genetics, grabbed Retro and pushed the phone to his ear, causing his avatar to digitally disassemble as did the others before him, and then unloaded her gun on the agents as they leaped for her.
"Peace out." She whispered, pressing the phone to her own ear, and phasing out of the Matrix.
When she came to, she sat up from her bed and looked around frantically. Aron was focused on driving, Sapphire's elbows were resting on either side of the keyboard, her face in her hands. Lilac was still hugging a sobbing Hatter. And Mose was unplugging her.
No one said anything.
Once she was unhooked, Mose headed over to Retro, and began to disengage the data probe from him as well.
Foxx hopped up and walked over to Mars, spinning him around to face her. There was blood dripping slowly from his nose and mouth from the battle. From the barrage of bullets he took, his body should have been exhausted. Maybe she should go easy on him.
CRACK!
Before he would have noticed, a sharp fist came slamming into the left side of his jaw with her weight behind it.
The whole crew turned in awe at the volume of the impact.
"You are a selfish, egotistical, reckless bastard," was all she said before doing a 180 and briskly stomping back to her room. She wasn't in the mood.
"HEY. FOXX. GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE." Mose rumbled.
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Post by Matachi on Jan 19, 2009 15:38:22 GMT -5
The force behind the fist caused his already bent mind to rattle. His head continued to hang low as she managed to draw new blood over the old blood that was already drying upon his chin. He pressed his thumb to his lip, wiping some of the blood away, standing straight and watching her storm from the cockpit in anger.
He looked around at the crew who's attention was split between himself and Foxx who was suddenly gone. He started forward when Sapphire cut him off, suddenly standing from her chair. Lilac approached behind her. She reached forward, shoving at Mars, wearing a grimace upon her face--
"So, does the truth hurt...?" Sapphire asked, wanting to sock Mars herself.
"Only when you care if it does." Mars replied like the smartass he was.
"What's with you?! I watch you come back mission after mission half dead--! Are you suicidal or something?!" She cried out, getting in his face.
"Nah, not at all...just earnin' my namesake." He chuckled, cocking his head to the side and giving a cocky shrug.
"I know that you're not trying to liv--"
"Enough!!" Mose roared, causing everyone to fall silent. "Debriefing in two hours." He said, dismissing everyone with a wave of his hand.
"M'goin' back to sleep..." Mars groaned, making his way past Sapphire.
He walked up the narrow corridors, his footsteps were stammering, still feeling the effects of being shot, even here, in this cold reality which he loathed. He tossed his head to the side, spitting out a scabby wad of blood, groaning. His hand was planted against the wall, trying to keep his balance until he made it back to his room.
He made his way past Foxx's room, not even bothering to glance inside, just trudging past it. He stopped shortly after it, his brow twitched with annoyance, no matter how many times he was shot in the Matrix, this welling pain on his cheek hurt so much more and it annoyed him. He spun on his heel, tripping over his foot, his dazed gaze blurring slightly--
He pushed through her door, pointing a finger--
"You really got nerve, ya'know--!" He exclaimed, not loud, just strong. He stopped, wondering what he was doing, not even he understood what he was doing. He sucked on his teeth, grappling the doorframe, running the top of his knuckle across his nose. "I--you know, I expect you to follow my orders when I give them...!"
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Jan 20, 2009 1:19:25 GMT -5
As Foxx began to move back towards the payphone he did as well. Giving her enough supression fire to keep the agents at bay, and her enough time to get out of this hellhole. Once she was out then he could call this a successful rescue mission and get out himself.
Well, that was the plan anyway.
Feeling a hand clutching onto his leather jacket and pulling him back, Retro's eyes widened. "What the--!" he managed to get out before the phone was placed onto his ear. Before he knew it his avatar began to phase out. Leaving Foxx alone with the agents.
[ Back on the ship... ]
Retro's eyes shot open as his mind returned to his body. For now, he would remain quiet. The sounds of Hatter's sobs filled the main deck. Closing his eyes Retro let out a deep sigh as he waited for Mose to unplug him. Wincing as the metal probe was extracted from his head he sat up slowly. His eyes locked onto Foxx as she made a B-line towards Mars, who looked only slightly better than he did in the Matrix.
CRACK!
"Oh shit...," he whispered to himself as the sound of her fist colliding with his jaw echoed through the room. His dark eyes remained on her as she exited the deck, and then moved back over to Mars before glancing at the other crewmembers. Shaking his head Retro would pay no mind to Sapphire as she chewed Mars out, nor would he mind his responses. Sliding off of the reclining chair he walked over to Hatter, who had only managed to just barely suppress her sobs.
"Are you going to be okay?"
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Post by blank on Jan 24, 2009 23:26:39 GMT -5
Foxx's back was to the door when he decided to burst in. Her forehead was pressed onto the side of the upper bunk, tears of frustration starting to make a home in the corners of her eyes. If she wasn't so mentally exhausted from all that was happening, she'd walk right back up to him and pop him one again, this time in the teeth.
"And I expect to receive competent orders from competent people, but I guess I got the short end of that stick, huh?" Her voice was cracking a bit, solemn sobs threatening to choke her. Hatter and Doormouse were the only two real family she had in Zion. They saved her. They nurtured her when she almost broke down in this harsh reality. They trained her to be the sly assassin she was today. And now, it was like she had just lost a father.
"But you know..." she said, her voice starting to creak like an old, unoiled hinge. "...you should be happy! You got what you wanted, right? You wanted to play maverick. You wanted to run around, guns a'blazin like John Wayne and take on four agents HEAD ON like an bumbling idiot!"
Foxx spun and began to walk toward him, her arms folded in front of her. "And because of your showboating, I lost family. Because of your secret mental agendas, someone's life can never be recovered. And what do you do?" Foxx was chest to chest with him right now. She unfolded her arms slowly, then shoved Mars from the doorway. "You run to take a fuckin' nap. Well fuck you, Mars. Fuck you and your nap."
She couldn't fathom what was going through his mind right now. A part of her didn't care. No one knew how to read this man. He was a loose cannon, and there was no telling when he'd explode, or expire.
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Post by Matachi on Jan 25, 2009 0:34:31 GMT -5
Scabs from old blood forming on his lip, he shut one of his eyes tight, grabbing his side with one arm and gripping the doorframe with the other. He was in too much pain to honestly have this argument, it was like he stepped into the den of the angriest monster he'd ever seen, he sat quiet, he could hear the pain in her voice.
The mission was to get them out, that's what he was trying to do, that's why he gave the order. He wasn't wrong, he wasn't wrong, yet her tone, her words, they were actually striking him like a solid punch to the face. She was returning to shove him, and as she did, he stood straight, grabbing at her wrist as she did so, pulling her along, stifling his steps and staring down at her with a certain fury. She was not blaming him. She was not blaming him.
"Me?! My fault?! I wasn't--I was helping you!" He didn't get loud, his voice was rasp, harsh, his eyes narrowing as he stared her in the face. There was something about him, he lacked something, some would say sanity, some would say care, but it was fear, which was probably worse than those two combined. He wasn't afraid to die. "I was holding them off for you!! Maybe if you acted on my orders--!!"
No.
No. He wouldn't do that. He may have came off that way, but that's not who he was. He didn't really know who he was seeing as how he's only been alive five or so years, but he knew blaming her for the death of her father-figure wasn't something he would do. His expression drooped, he went from infuriated with her constant blows, both verbal and physical. He released her arm, backing away from the doorway, running his hand over his slicked back blond hair, averting his eyes.
"M'sorry. You're right." He leaned against the far wall, keeping his balance, taking in a breath, his chest rising and falling as his breath escaped his mouth. "You're right." He repeated, reaching up, wiping the blood from his mouth, staring up at the dim lighting above.
Mars stood upon the ravaged earth staring up at the murky skies, his head shaved bald, it was right after he was pulled from the Matrix. A old man was seated next to him, his shirt off, revealing his burly figure. Strapped to his back was a electromagnetic pulse device, around them was a wasteland of scarred earth and machine scrap metal.
"Why'd you do that?" Mars asked, glaring over at the older male, "Why'd you do that, Cassius?"
"What? That thing earlier?" Earlier he'd taken the front with a seeming recklessness. "I'll explain it to you, kid...ever played Chess?" He asked, slapping Mars' shoulder, looking over at the young boy who hugged his knees.
"A couple of times..."
"Well, a old guy like me, all I can do is operate guns, ya'know? I'm not big on the hackin' and shit with computers and whatnot. I'm old fashioned. All I have is my pieces and know-how of shootin' 'em." He looked out into the distance, behind them was a base barely visible, protruding from the ground slightly, seeming like a large stud that poked from the planet. At a distance, it wasn't really visible, but this close it was unmistakable. "Now, Jade, that girly on the other hand, she runs all operations."
"What're you saying?"
"If you compare us to Chess pieces, I'd be Pawn, or a Rook. Knight at best." He laughed, "Jade on the other hand...she may not have a importance on the field...but without her, we lose. She's the Queen, understand?"
"Yeah..." He muttered.
"The objective of the game is to make sure you keep that Queen safe. Without the Queen, the war is lost." Cassius explained, smacking the young Mars on the back, causing the boy to lose his breath.
"You're just saying that because you're bonkin' 'er." He muttered, his brows furrowed, his voice muffled behind his own knees.
"What, li'l boy? I do not bonk women. I make love to them."
He started hobbling up the hallway, not bothering to look back. He remembered how it was to lose Cassius, his father figure, the man that reminded him so much of his fictional father, the one he had back in the Matrix before he was pulled from the scent of liquor on his breath to how hard he worked. Cassius, like DM, was the one who pulled him from the Matrix, he knew what she was going through, and even though he knew he was the cause of Cassius's death, he didn't know what he would do if he actually said that to him. This situation on the other hand wasn't her fault, not in his mind, he couldn't do that. "You can kick my ass when we get back to Zion. Promise."
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Jan 25, 2009 1:13:32 GMT -5
After all was said and done, everyone seemed to just head back to their own rooms. The sounds of Foxx and Mars's little "conversation" was heard by just about everyone. However, nobody was willing to get involved with the two of them -- Retro, especially. This was one battle that he was not willing to put his ass on the line for.
"Damn...," Retro would curse to himself as he layed on his bed. One hand covering over his eyes while the other rested just over his heart. The thumping of his heart only seemed to match the pulsations in his head. Death wasn't something that was easy. Especially not when it was somebody close to you. It hits everyone hard, sometimes harder than anyone is really willing to admit. Unfortunately, the only way to deal with a death is to accept that it happened.
Letting out a deep sigh Retro slid off of his bed, and pushed himself to his feet. Walking down the hallway of the ship he returned to the main deck. The blood had been cleaned up, and DM's body had been taken elsewhere until they reached Zion. There was a solemn tension in the room, keeping it quiet with the exception of the machines running. Taking a seat near Sapphire he turned to look at Mose.
"What're we gonna do now?"
It'd been almost two hours since their mission ended. It was time for the debriefing.
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