trans_9 | When a mind snaps

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Splicer had been chilling in his pad when the announcement was made. Another day, another psycho on-board the ship. It was sort of ironic that it was one crazy AI taking over the resident crazy AI, one messed up overlord for another. Regardless of what the deal was, it was time to suit up and get shit in gear.

"I'll be heading out guys, keep the fort safe!" He was ready in a matter of seconds, armor, weapons and explosives... But there was something amiss. Besides feeling a wicked migraine, he had gotten no response from his friends.

"What? Did I do something?"

No answer. He walked over to the doll that had been sitting in front of the computer screen. "Hey, dude, don't worry, I'll fix the rig soon enough." No answer. "Fine then, be a fucking douche Miggy."

He turned and frowned, looking at where the other two had been at. Alice brushing Lil's hair. "You two too?"

No answer.... Lil would never not talk to him... He took long, hurried steps towards the doll and picked it up. "Lil... Lil, can you hear me?" No answer.

A cold fear gripped his body for the first time in decades. That feeling of cold dread that he felt that day, the day they died. But they didn't die! They were here with him weren't they?! They escaped that planet! They survived and they were on board Stacy with him!

"Talk to me damnit! Lil! Alice! Mig?! Anyone?!!!" The silence that permeated through the room was only broken by the heavy breathing of the mask.

"No... nononononono NO!" He couldn't lose them, He couldn't fail them. Not Lil!

Stacy... And now this other fuckwad Shodan.... They did this. THIS WHOLE FUCKING SHIP DID THIS!

There'd be hell to pay. Everyone had betrayed him, he could hear them. Laughing. After all he tried to do for them... Especially that nut and bolt sucking bitch.

Splicer, no. Agent 779 loaded up on his stash of explosives and weapons. It was about to become a lot more heated in this place.

[[OOC: Here you have a black ops specialist gone berserk! Who also happens to have a mighty fine stash of explosives and weapons and is now convinced that the crew, and especially the ship, have betrayed him. he's currently attempting to add nice, new vents to Stacy with random explosive charges all through the City. Go on an easter egg hunt to deactivate them, or run into a bullet from his high powered sniper rifle! Or just go fight him during one of the times he's placing one of his bomb packets! Either way, he's extremely dangerous to the crew right now. Needs to be stopped!]]

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As soon as the detonation went off the Assassin was already moving, diving to one side gracefully and rolling to a crouch with his guns up. The sudden flash of the explosion along with the damping currently effecting his spy suits systems caused the surface of his suit to fade to a matte black.

He was still for but a moment, his eyes darting across the room for any sign of disturbance, knowing that his target was close.

There he was, in an instant, a flurry of bullets were sent his way as Splicer moved from his location and took cover, hopefully luring the Assassin into another one of the charges.

Jalith dove aside the flurry even as he returned a few snapshots of his own. Aiming to keep the other, his eyes rapidly scanning the area ahead for threats, such as the charge that the other was attempting to lure him towards.

However rather than take the immediate route he fired a few more snap shots, armour piercing rounds digging into the cover and faded back, letting his suit recalibrate and blend in as he moved to flank his target.

The rounds went right through the cement wall and Splicer cursed inwardly as he was grazed by one of them. He made the mistake of forgetting that he wasn't in Korhal anymore, or a Confederate Flagship, these walls weren't bullet proof.

It was starting to get difficult to differentiate between old memories and new ones, but there was one thing he was sure of right now. This whole blasted crew and their beloved insano-ship had betrayed him and killed his team. As such, he had little regard for 'safety protocol'. It took a moment, but the other Assassin would hear a familiar pin being loosened and soon after, the clanking of metal from a pair of shrapnel grenades hitting the floor in the vicinity.

The Assassin moved in an instant as that universally familiar sound of a pin being loosened echoed out before the clank of metal that signified grenades being thrown. Diving behind a concrete wall that would take the brunt of the shrapnel and concussive force.

Using that moment to slide one of his pistols back to its holster to prime a grenade of his own, though not the standard fragmentation grenade but rather a photon flash. The moment after the Shrapnel grenades had gone off the assassin would hurl the effective equivalent of a flash bang attempting to land it behind the wall which the Sniper had taken cover behind.

Right as the photon flash landed, Splicer only had a split second to move out of it's range. His gear took the brunt of the impact, but it still shook him and he stumbled a bit down the stairs.

"Not bad, but I think you have more pressing matters to attend to don't ya think?"

It was then that Splicer manually set off the charges under that floor, looking to collapse it under the Assassin.

Using the moment of confusion, he started off, but not before turning on the auto turret to cover him.

It would only be a nuisance to a skilled Assassin as his hunter, but it would give enough time for him to retreat and continue placing bombs, and maybe even distract the Assassin from the bomb in that area as well.

"All other matters are inconsequential until you are dealt with," The Assassin replied with clearly little concern for anything but his current task.

Jalith was forced to watch his footing, rolling with the floor as it collapsed, landing in a crouch. Holstering his stub automatics he drew his large calibre bolt pistol as he leaped and ran through the rubble up the way the his target had left, calling in the location of a possible bomb.

As he cleared the lip of the rubble he was forced to leap aside as the auto turret opened fire, catching a grazing hit before he let loose several shots off of his bolt pistol at the offending turret. The self-propelled, armour piercing explosive charges that made up its ammunition likely tearing through the device as he ran past it.

Tch, bastard was definitely trained and followed similar guidelines as he did. This would be more annoying than he previously thought and he'd have to double his efforts in order to continue placing care packages.

"Ah, yeah, well you see, I sorta don't got the time to be playin' cat and mouse yeah? So let's put an end to this..."

Splicer took to the roof of a particular building, and set his rifle to semi-auto, aiming at the point of entry. It wasn't his target, his purpose was to draw his hunter in as close as possible.

Sacrifices had to be made for the mission, and he was more than used to being a tool for the mission... or fodder.

Officio Assininorum training was supremely intensive, it wasn't uncommon for many to die even before they had reached their particular Temple and Jalith had thrived under the pressure.

"Very well,"

What the other Sniper might not have expected (Though he may very well have), was for the Assassin to rapidly scale the opposite side of a nearby building of similar elevation, one that if needed the Assassin could leap across to the target building via grapnel or several other possibilities.

Utilizing his stealth suit he moved into position, unlimbering his Exitus Rifle as he scanned the opposite rooftop for the sniper. Bringing his rifle up ready to fire as soon as he detected the other.

"That's sneaky yo," Splicer said, not turning his back.

"But its what I would have done... Hope y' like flying bro."

And then there was a bright flash, thy had been standing right on top of one of the care packages and the bright light just a second before the shockwave gave them all the confirmation needed.

The explosion had been massive,like all the other care packages so far and it sent Splicer flying right off the roof. He didn't really think it through, forgetting that he didn't have his enhanced endurance and regeneration. His only protection being that of his advanced armor, but he was hoping that the mechanical bitch had taken his hunter's resilience, if her had any, away as well.

He smashed right through a building with a resounding crash and ragdolled right through a few walls before smashing against the last one and falling to the floor unconscious for the time being.

If the Assassin survived this, he was fucked regardless, having made himself an easy target temporarily, but he had to risk it in order to save what care packages were left.

The Vindicare didn't have a chance to reply before that sudden bright flash, pushing away from the wall that instant even as the building beneath him buckled. Managing but a few running steps toward the opposite edge of the opposite edge of the building before the shockwave caught up with him and flung him out and over the edge.

Rifle held tight in one hand his grapnel drawn in near an instant and fired even while mid air toward the nearest stable building, the magnetic hook taking hold suddenly as it impacted the building, yanking his arm painfully as his descent was pulled into a tight arc toward the building in question. Leaving him to smash feet first through a window and roll through the interior. Better though than hitting the ground.

Pushing himself to his feet and ignoring the pain in his arm and the ache that came from being so close to an explosion as he retrieved his rifle from where it had fallen before reslinging it and retrieving the hook of the grapnel to deactivate and real in the hook.

It wasn't long before he'd made his way across to the building his target had impacted, slower than before though given the blast, nevertheless he cautiously moved through the hole the Sniper had made when he had been propelled into the building.

The time lapse gave Splicer enough time to come to, but also to realize that the damage had been extensive.

He was sure that if he survived, his pursuer must have as well. That was not good and thus he did his best to get up and high tail it outta there. It'd be a painful escape, what with him bleeding everywhere now. He'd have to cover his retreat, if anything to give him more of a chance to recover.

He set up a few triggers on his way in hopes to buy some time before sucking it up and retreating at double pace.

Pain be damned, he still had shit to do.

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When a mind snaps - [Open]

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With the right account this time XD

I was about to say! "And Splicer got eated by dragon. The end." X3c

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