NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Each story will come on one at a time, to avoid any confusing posting/story lines. For now, it's just a tale of her beginning connections with the Earth Underworld.

TG or MSN me if you're interested.

IC:
Cassandra Nord slowly strolled through the slums of Bangkok. The place was filled with drunken whores, pimps, sluts, gangs, and the whole like. Like most Huntarians, she was disgusted by places like this though she can see the reason as to why they're even tolerated though most of the time she certainly wished for these places to be burnt down to the ground. Attempting to ignore her first instinct to utterly destroy this place, she then turned down an ally way and walked into a "gentleman's" bar club, known as "Bangakok," which was filled with dancing half-naked women and men. In an instant, the constant body grinding made her felt like tearing the place apart. There was something about this place which just... Turned her off. She reluctantly sat down at a table and started to twiddle with her knife while she waited for her contact, thinking about how wonderful it would be to cut up every single one of these dirty people apart in this... "bar"...

OOC: Each story will come on one at a time, to avoid any confusing posting/story lines. For now, it's just a tale of her beginning connections with the Earth Underworld.

TG or MSN me if you're interested.

IC:
Cassandra Nord slowly strolled through the slums of Bangkok. The place was filled with drunken whores, pimps, sluts, gangs, and the whole like. Like most Huntarians, she was disgusted by places like this though she can see the reason as to why they're even tolerated though most of the time she certainly wished for these places to be burnt down to the ground. Attempting to ignore her first instinct to utterly destroy this place, she then turned down an ally way and walked into a "gentleman's" bar club, known as "Bangakok," which was filled with dancing half-naked women and men. In an instant, the constant body grinding made her felt like tearing the place apart. There was something about this place which just... Turned her off. She reluctantly sat down at a table and started to twiddle with her knife while she waited for her contact, thinking about how wonderful it would be to cut up every single one of these dirty people apart in this... "bar"...

The contact came soon enough, without her having to endure the catcalls of drunk perverts at the strippers and the sleazy, smokefilled environment for long. He was a well dressed fellow with a long trenchcoat and a summer suit, Chinese in look, with sunglasses, with a giant bodyguard. The Chinese man sat down and he lit up a cigarette.

"You must be Cassandra Nord," he said nonchalantly. "I am Mr. Tsui. For purposes of security, you may call me 'Thunder.' The large fellow to my left is Mr. Zhang. That being said, my benefactors are fortunate to have enlisted your services, and feel it is time to get to business." Zhang waved, and even made eyes at Cassie...

Reaching into his coat, he then looked around and said, "Right. No one's snooping. My superiors in the Bamboo feel we have some threats to take care of. Mainly, rogue elements who question our decision to forge a pact with the McSweeney Gang of South Boston, North America and its affiliates. Things are proving rather troublesome; there's rumors a group of Elven mercenaries Sweeney hired turned on him because some Coredians showed the how to be goodie-goodies. We hope you will be more reliable and assist us in crushing the opposition--especially as Mr. Wong is prepared to reward you generously."

The contact came soon enough, without her having to endure the catcalls of drunk perverts at the strippers and the sleazy, smokefilled environment for long. He was a well dressed fellow with a long trenchcoat and a summer suit, Chinese in look, with sunglasses, with a giant bodyguard. The Chinese man sat down and he lit up a cigarette.

"You must be Cassandra Nord," he said nonchalantly. "I am Mr. Tsui. For purposes of security, you may call me 'Thunder.' The large fellow to my left is Mr. Zhang. That being said, my benefactors are fortunate to have enlisted your services, and feel it is time to get to business." Zhang waved, and even made eyes at Cassie...

Cassie shot a deadly glare at Zhang, "the hell you looking at?" Cassie wasn't one to be made eye contact with. If he doesn't catch on at that point, he'd be in for a wild surprise...

Reaching into his coat, he then looked around and said, "Right. No one's snooping. My superiors in the Bamboo feel we have some threats to take care of. Mainly, rogue elements who question our decision to forge a pact with the McSweeney Gang of South Boston, North America and its affiliates. Things are proving rather troublesome; there's rumors a group of Elven mercenaries Sweeney hired turned on him because some Coredians showed the how to be goodie-goodies. We hope you will be more reliable and assist us in crushing the opposition--especially as Mr. Wong is prepared to reward you generously."

"A group of pointy eared freaks?" The Bounty Hunter nods, "should be easy enough, can't expect them to be too difficult. What's the pay?"

Cassie shot a deadly glare at Zhang, "the hell you looking at?" Cassie wasn't one to be made eye contact with. If he doesn't catch on at that point, he'd be in for a wild surprise...



"A group of pointy eared freaks?" The Bounty Hunter nods, "should be easy enough, can't expect them to be too difficult. What's the pay?"

Zhang duly stopped oogling Thunder's client, and Thunder shot him a nasty look. He then pulled out a bulging postal envelope, and put it on the table. When he did so, he said, "Well, you'd be surprised. Those pointyeared fucks are some of the best. Like ninjas, but without gang signs and more ammo."

He then tapped the envelope and said, "Inside is an advance on the job. Fifty thousand in gold plated latinum and Credit notes, mixed up. They're real, too. I went through hell to get this--or at least beat up some Russians to do so. You'll recieve more when the job's done. Say, several hundred thou more. We can do up to seven hundred thousand US Dollars worth of this stuff, or whatever's the equivalent in your credits."

"50k Gold plated latinum... Dunno why, but it has a nice ring to it." Cassie nods again in approval. "So fifty up front and the rest upon completion of the job? I like it. Someone must want these guys dead in a hurry. Would expenses be paid for, or deducted from my pay?" Cassandra reaches into her pockets and pulls out a datapad of sorts, one used for large sums of transactions. "Also, you want the job done ASAP, or the quick and dirty way? I don't care about either option so long as I get a fair share of blood n' gore."

"50k Gold plated latinum... Dunno why, but it has a nice ring to it." Cassie nods again in approval. "So fifty up front and the rest upon completion of the job? I like it. Someone must want these guys dead in a hurry. Would expenses be paid for, or deducted from my pay?" Cassandra reaches into her pockets and pulls out a datapad of sorts, one used for large sums of transactions. "Also, you want the job done ASAP, or the quick and dirty way? I don't care about either option so long as I get a fair share of blood n' gore."

Thunder then said, thinking, "Expenses...we'll finance them. I'll have you set the pace, too. Do it in a way that doesn't anger Internal Security or the Boston PD, but otherwise make it so that our opponents recognize who they owe their allegiances to. This is your assignment, customize it as you wish."

OOC: Revitalization.

IC:
Cassie bowed to Thunder, "I shall try to not anger IS or BPD, but you know police. Anything dealing with killings or scaring people will make 'em angry. Don't worry though, I know a thing or two." Cassie glanced back over at Zhang, flexed her muscles and hissed at him. Then she turned and exited the bar. Cassie continued to walk down the dirty streets of Bangkok and turned into an alley, jabbing her knife into the side of the walls as she walked, leaving long groves of scrapes. A drunk homeless guy watched as Cassie made scrapes across his alley.

"Hey, you can't do that! That's public property that is! People sometimes live here ya know!"

Cassie didn't need to turn around to see where the homeless geezer was. She flipped her knife up and threw it by the blade, ending the man's life. She jogged over to take her knife out of the body, when she got a disturbing idea. She pulled out one of the empty syringes from her belt and withdrew blood from the body. After gathering the blood, she slowly poured it into a capsule, which she then poured into an inkwell. She sealed the inkwell up and placed it back into her utility belt. As soon as she was sure that no one was following her, she pushed the emergency transport button on her belt and teleported back to her Tie. As soon as she returned to her cockpit, Cassie punched in the coordinates as to where her targets were and took off....

Boston. Massachusetts, Earth SSR

"Hermann Dunst, you son of a bitch."

The man was bleeding out as he cradled his arm in his left arm. Wincing and muttering expletives of all sorts, he staggered to a chair and glared at his assailant. A tall elven man, with sunglasses, an impeccable suit, and what looked like a CZ-75. Leveling the pistol at the victim, the injured man screamed, "You fairy. Who told you to go on a killing spree, eh? Ya fucking fairy!"

Hermann Dunst immediately scowled and pointed his gun at the man, saying, "You are the weaker man here, Herr O'Donnell. You embraced the side of a man who supported the Galactic Empire, and who would participate in the overthrow of a foreign government. I embraced my mistake and turned around when confronted with the scenario of killing a child. Your benefactor did not. And our contract forbade such things." He referred to the incident with Hunny. Nevermind the fact Hunny was a teenager, but it made a good excuse to turn good. Besides, the rest was true.

He then sauntered over to the man and held the gun to the man's head, and said, "Hence, Herr McSweeney's contract with us, we consider terminated. As you are."

"FUCK YOU!"

The man was then silenced by a gunshot to the head. On cue, a flurry of men in balaclavas, dressed in impeccable suits, stormed into the room to ensure it was secure. Armed with AK47s and weapons of all sorts, the leader of the force spoke to the men in the room in German:

"Situation is clear. All units, Proceed to next phase. Locate next target in Braintree. Move quickly. Keep to the Code. They then left, not before a man dropped a melta bomb to eliminate the evidence....

It didn't take Cassie long to find her target. After spying on her communication transmitter, she found the bantering chatter of Hermann Dunst and his crew. She took out her inkwell, which was sitting underneath a heater to keep the ghastly smell of blood fresh, dipped a pen in it and wrote out the following message on a piece of paper:

THE IRISH STAY.

which was followed by the symbol of the Huntarian Empire and the Bamboo Clans, which were also stamped in blood from Cassie's recent victim. She looped the paper together and tied it onto an arrow, gathered up a sniper riffle and a classic crossbow with a scope and laser site placed on the top. She exited her Tie and got onto the highest roof she could find in the vicinity. Circling on the roof top, Cassie started to calculate the direction which the wind was blowing in. After getting a feel for the wind, she unpacked the crossbow and placed it on a tripod, angling the gun in the perfect position so that she can get a clear shot. She saw the Elvish man, having his stomach placed square in the middle of the scope and pulled the trigger.

It didn't take Cassie long to find her target. After spying on her communication transmitter, she found the bantering chatter of Hermann Dunst and his crew. She took out her inkwell, which was sitting underneath a heater to keep the ghastly smell of blood fresh, dipped a pen in it and wrote out the following message on a piece of paper:

THE IRISH STAY.

which was followed by the symbol of the Huntarian Empire and the Bamboo Clans, which were also stamped in blood from Cassie's recent victim. She looped the paper together and tied it onto an arrow, gathered up a sniper riffle and a classic crossbow with a scope and laser site placed on the top. She exited her Tie and got onto the highest roof she could find in the vicinity. Circling on the roof top, Cassie started to calculate the direction which the wind was blowing in. After getting a feel for the wind, she unpacked the crossbow and placed it on a tripod, angling the gun in the perfect position so that she can get a clear shot. She saw the Elvish man, having his stomach placed square in the middle of the scope and pulled the trigger.

OOC: Huh. Not bad, though I intended there to actually be some resistance from Hermann's part. Hence, this post. Call me immediately if this doesn't work.

IC:

As the group of elves were about to move to their auto, Hermann's second opened the door--and then Hermann doubled over, with an arrow jammed into his gut. The sudden hit of the crossbow bolt was such that it merely made him pause as it rammed through the body armor he had on under his impeccable suit to hit his gut. Only after he motioned for his second to quickly rush the man into the armored SUV they were traveling in did the sudden pain of the attack begin, as he said wincing, "Get us out of here! Mach Schnell!"

As the others bounded into the auto and began screaming out of the scene by executing a quite illegal u-turn at high speed, gunfire erupted from the auto, "aimed" at the general location where the bolt had came from.

As the car sped off, with the assailant sure to follow, one of the elves, who was a medic, attended to the bolt. As he sought to remove it surgically, sterilizing the wound using a stolen Marine Commando medkit and performing rough and ready meatball surgery using the tools inside, he saw the note tied onto the bolt. Removing it, he then said, "Kommandant."

Showing the bloody note to Hermann, the injured elf glared. He then said, "So McSweeney has a hired gun. Very well."

The others nodded. In so many words, the men of Hermann's band knew they had a new opponent to face. One that didn't play by the rules of war--not that the influence of foreign gangs ever did.

That was all Cassie needed to see before a wicked smile grew on her face. She activated her suit's cloaking field and activated her thrusters. Jumping from building to building in a zig-zagging manner, Cassie moved in a way which was similar to the classic Predator as it used it's cloak on unsuspecting targets. She quickly turned her full attention at Hermann's speeding car and loaded several more darts into her crossbow launcher, aiming at the car's tires. She didn't want the elf dead yet, just wounded and scared enough to get the idea that perhaps he should call off his attacks...

That was all Cassie needed to see before a wicked smile grew on her face. She activated her suit's cloaking field and activated her thrusters. Jumping from building to building in a zig-zagging manner, Cassie moved in a way which was similar to the classic Predator as it used it's cloak on unsuspecting targets. She quickly turned her full attention at Hermann's speeding car and loaded several more darts into her crossbow launcher, aiming at the car's tires. She didn't want the elf dead yet, just wounded and scared enough to get the idea that perhaps he should call off his attacks...

The tires on the SUV popped, and it skidded out of control. Not something Hermann wanted, as the car was out of control whilst they were performing surgery. The errant auto slammed into a lightpost and stopped, causing Hermann to issue the order, "Shit. Gunter. Find a large vehicle like this one nearby, hotwire it. Bring Klaus with you. All others, stay in the auto. We're dealing with a sniper, let us not give him any more targets than we must."

At that, two men left the SUV, and immediately found a food delivery truck that was idling next to a store. Leaping into the drivers' seat, they gunned the engine and began driving off, the angry driver rushing out of the shop and screaming as he opened on the two elves with a revolver. However, the street and the angry driver were making it difficult to rendezvous.

Realizing that her target was probably going to be more difficult than she had originally anticipated, she noted the two fleeing men who stole the food delivery truck. To prove a point that she wasn't to be toyed with, she launches four rockets. One at the cabin, intending to kill. The other at the rear, intending to disable. The third and fourth were aimed merely at the ground on the side, intending to force the vehicle on it's course. The getaway drivers would be hard pressed to choose which rocket to be hit by.

After she fired those rockets, she turned her attention to the SUV. She jumped down to the ground, landing solidly on her two feet. Quickly getting up, Cassie deactivated her cloak and allowed her enemies to see that their assassin was no more than a young looking girl. The Bounty Hunter wasted no time in retrieving a pair of laser pistol and started firing at the truck, careful to not over heat them.

Realizing that her target was probably going to be more difficult than she had originally anticipated, she noted the two fleeing men who stole the food delivery truck. To prove a point that she wasn't to be toyed with, she launches four rockets. One at the cabin, intending to kill. The other at the rear, intending to disable. The third and fourth were aimed merely at the ground on the side, intending to force the vehicle on it's course. The getaway drivers would be hard pressed to choose which rocket to be hit by.

After she fired those rockets, she turned her attention to the SUV. She jumped down to the ground, landing solidly on her two feet. Quickly getting up, Cassie deactivated her cloak and allowed her enemies to see that their assassin was no more than a young looking girl. The Bounty Hunter wasted no time in retrieving a pair of laser pistol and started firing at the truck, careful to not over heat them.

The food delivery truck drivers heard the screeching rockets, and quickly bound out of the truck and into the convienience store as the van was sundered into shards of shrapnel and fire. Were it not for the body armor the Elves had, they would have died--as it was though, they were injured and needing medical attention. Others weren't so lucky though, and panic resulted, with people fleeing and running about in fear. Though this was Hestonworld, where guns were mandatory, when someone fired explosives it scared the shit out of everyone.

The SUV Elves, meanwhile, were stuck. They could escape, but that would mean injuring innocent civilians. Then again, considering this crazy bitch....

Hermann grunted, "Start the car! Quickly!"

The driver then started the auto, and honked the horn to get people out of the way as he bounded back, then, to the tune of screeching rims on pavement and thumping rubber, sped out of the scene into Boston traffic. They wanted to get to Chinatown as quickly as possible, and the men inside the SUV opened fire on their assailant.

Cassie activated her rocket thrusters and hovered in the air, to dodge the initial fire and activated her personal MPI. While she should technically be cloaked, she has the tech smarts to be able to modify the suit's cloak so that she can still walk through walls without having to be invisible. The fleeing men would suddenly find themselves fighting a rather near invincible person, considering the kind of weapons they are carrying. Plus, if they think she would care civilians and allow them to be lost, they were sorely mistaken. Cold blooded killings were Cassie's favorite part of the job. Besides, she wouldn't be quite as insane if she didn't. She open fired her pistols again at the van, not caring whether or not the shots actually hit their target. She continued her pursuit of the car.

Cassie activated her rocket thrusters and hovered in the air, to dodge the initial fire and activated her personal MPI. While she should technically be cloaked, she has the tech smarts to be able to modify the suit's cloak so that she can still walk through walls without having to be invisible. The fleeing men would suddenly find themselves fighting a rather near invincible person, considering the kind of weapons they are carrying. Plus, if they think she would care civilians and allow them to be lost, they were sorely mistaken. Cold blooded killings were Cassie's favorite part of the job. Besides, she wouldn't be quite as insane if she didn't. She open fired her pistols again at the van, not caring whether or not the shots actually hit their target. She continued her pursuit of the car.

The Germans in the shop opened fire on Cassie with their rifles, motioning to one another as they fell back behind a bloody mess of flesh that used to be civilians and disintegrating shelves of snack food as they tried to escape--and failed.

As for the SUV, the Germans saw the madwoman chasing them. Immediately, they opened fire. Hermann winced. He knew Boston PD would come soon, and they had to get to Chinatown and their safehouse ASAP. Then again, something told them that she came here to advocate the cause of the McSweeney Loyalists. He couldn't allow that to happen...right?

Cassie heard the Cops come along on her communicator. While she didn't exactly care too much that they see her killing the bunch of elven Germans, or civilians for that matter, she didn't want to risk getting them captured by the Boston PD. It would seem that she would have to let them go after all if she wants them to be her prizes. She knew what she had to do. Loading her crossbow once more, she loaded a tracking device onto the dart and fired it at the fleeing SUV. Not satisfied with only one shot, she fired a couple more times just to be sure. Besides, if they didn't hit their target it would scare the local population and the guys in the van as well. She broke off her pursuit of the SUV and rocketed up onto a rooftop where she activated her emergency transporter. Once she was safely back inside her Tie, she sat back and waited for her target to lead her to their next destination. She immediately began to scheme tactics which would allow her to get to Hermann the quickest and most brutal way possible...

Cassie heard the Cops come along on her communicator. While she didn't exactly care too much that they see her killing the bunch of elven Germans, or civilians for that matter, she didn't want to risk getting them captured by the Boston PD. It would seem that she would have to let them go after all if she wants them to be her prizes. She knew what she had to do. Loading her crossbow once more, she loaded a tracking device onto the dart and fired it at the fleeing SUV. Not satisfied with only one shot, she fired a couple more times just to be sure. Besides, if they didn't hit their target it would scare the local population and the guys in the van as well. She broke off her pursuit of the SUV and rocketed up onto a rooftop where she activated her emergency transporter. Once she was safely back inside her Tie, she sat back and waited for her target to lead her to their next destination. She immediately began to scheme tactics which would allow her to get to Hermann the quickest and most brutal way possible...

Hermann's car, making noise and attention as it limped into Chinatown, found its way into a backalley chopshop as it was smacked by one of the darts. The gang getting out, Hermann was fireman carried out of the auto by two Elves, who rushed him into a room while they yelled for a doctor.

Hermann winced, and sat up as his Irish Mob handler handler, a Rebel who turned on the Sweeney-Wong Coalition, came in and asked, "What the fuck happened? I heard there was a shootout in Goddamn Southie!"

Hermann replied stoically, "We have been attacked by enemy agents possessing superior firepower. One of my men found a note delivered by crossbow bolt into my gut. It reads, 'the Irish stay.'"

The man then hit a table, and yelled, "FUCK!" Nursing the wounded hand, he turned to Hermann and said, "Jesus. This means that McSweeney has upped the stakes. We gotta find out who the hell this douche is, and deep-six him. Otherwise, we're in for a world of shit."

Hermann then said, "Especially since a bolt of some sort is in my SUV. I would get rid of it. It may be a bug."

At that, the Handler exploded, he screamed. "Hell no. We can't have that here! Especially not here in Chinatown. The damn Bamboo lent us this safehouse, trusting in us to ensure it doesn't get found--it might after this! It'll fuck this all up! Damnit, damnit!"

The Handler then rushed out to urge his men to break down the SUV and remove the bolt ASAP. They wanted no evidence Boston PD or the enemy could find....

Cassie's tracking signal picked up on the location as the SUV settled and stopped. She waited a few moments to punch in the coordinates before she punched them into her transporter. She had a small gnawing feeling in the back of her mind that they still couldn't figure out who she was. No matter, to add a bigger insult/punch when she does reveal who she is to them, she'll wear her Devil Op's suit helmet. Bringing wither two pistols, a mini-thermal detonator and a HA-15, one of the standardized heavy machine guns in the Huntarian Empire. As soon as she was ready, she pushed the button to teleport out of her Tie and onto the exact coordinates of the transmitter. No doubt that the foolish elves would have figured out what the dart was by now, so she'll have to think fast.

As soon as Cassie dematerialized, she found herself facing directly into the SUV's tattered hull. Slightly startled, Cassie stepped back a few inches and quickly peeked into the other side. She saw the door open from her position and quickly flung herself against the SUV's hull once more, flattening herself as much as possible as to avoid immediate detection from the guards. Quietly, she pulled out her two knifes and waited for the Guards to make the mistake of turning around the wrong corner...

Cassie's tracking signal picked up on the location as the SUV settled and stopped. She waited a few moments to punch in the coordinates before she punched them into her transporter. She had a small gnawing feeling in the back of her mind that they still couldn't figure out who she was. No matter, to add a bigger insult/punch when she does reveal who she is to them, she'll wear her Devil Op's suit helmet. Bringing wither two pistols, a mini-thermal detonator and a HA-15, one of the standardized heavy machine guns in the Huntarian Empire. As soon as she was ready, she pushed the button to teleport out of her Tie and onto the exact coordinates of the transmitter. No doubt that the foolish elves would have figured out what the dart was by now, so she'll have to think fast.

As soon as Cassie dematerialized, she found herself facing directly into the SUV's tattered hull. Slightly startled, Cassie stepped back a few inches and quickly peeked into the other side. She saw the door open from her position and quickly flung herself against the SUV's hull once more, flattening herself as much as possible as to avoid immediate detection from the guards. Quietly, she pulled out her two knifes and waited for the Guards to make the mistake of turning around the wrong corner...

Two rebel Irish street soldiers escorting a band of mechanics with wrenches and such approached the auto, eager to break it down. Seemed their boss had this compulsion about tracking devices. One man said, "Fucker should lay off the damn caffiene."

"No kidding. Wicked terrible." Another man shook his head and went to work breaking down the auto. Luckily, they were on the gascap side for now...

...or not. One or two men with wrenches and tools moved to the side with the dart, going, "Let's see about removin' this fuckin' thing...."

Cassie jabbed her knife towards one of the street soldiers neck, aiming to make a clean cut at his neck. As for the other soldier, she threw the other knife aimed for his head...

Cassie jabbed her knife towards one of the street soldiers neck, aiming to make a clean cut at his neck. As for the other soldier, she threw the other knife aimed for his head...

"Gyah!"

The cry of death was silent, but it let out the usual spatter of blood from the victim's neck--enough to know that he was a goner. The other fellow fell soon after, and this put the Irish on edge. The two men began cocking their rifles, they began shouting and moving to hide behind tool chests, power tools, etc, to get ready for the inevitable conflict, whilst one or two began to break for the exit, screaming bloody murder to warn the others.

Upstairs, the man chewing out Hermann stood up, and muttered, "Shit." Grabbing a revolver, he ran, motioning for a gang of toughs to follow him down...

Cassie knew she had to shut the other guys up if she were to pull any more surprises. Thinking fast, she grabbed the Irish soldier she just stabbed in the neck, jabbed a grenade down his throat and quickly pulled the pin and threw his body at the engineers. She knew that the three second delay and a flying body would give her enough time to charge up to the front door and begin her long bloody massacre...

Cassie knew she had to shut the other guys up if she were to pull any more surprises. Thinking fast, she grabbed the Irish soldier she just stabbed in the neck, jabbed a grenade down his throat and quickly pulled the pin and threw his body at the engineers. She knew that the three second delay and a flying body would give her enough time to charge up to the front door and begin her long bloody massacre...

The grisly sight of a dead body flying at the men stunned them...what act of desecration was this? What the fuck?!

Well, those and many other questions were to be answered in three seconds. For the body exploded in a massive shower of gore and shrapnel, taking several engineers with it and blowing up some of the equipment, sending shards of metall all over the place. Fortunately, it had not hit the gas cans, but a fire had broken out, and it was only a matter of time....

The men rushed downstairs, coughing and staggering back due to the flames. They proceeded to blindly open up into the smoke, their comrades inside doing likewise. Whoever this was was too dangerous to let go.

Cassie jumped downwards onto the floor and threw her knifes aside to avoid the machine gun fire. As she laid as flat as she could, she reached down to her belt and turned on the MPI. Once it was active, she stood up in the middle of the smoke and withdrew her HA-15. As soon as the dust and smoke settled, she deactivated the MPI and moved her torso side-to-side and let loose a salvo of bullets upon her targets...

Cassie jumped downwards onto the floor and threw her knifes aside to avoid the machine gun fire. As she laid as flat as she could, she reached down to her belt and turned on the MPI. Once it was active, she stood up in the middle of the smoke and withdrew her HA-15. As soon as the dust and smoke settled, she moved her torso side-to-side and let loose a salvo of bullets upon her targets...

The Irish were immediately forced into cover by the swathe of fire, some of them hit by fire and the two in the room silenced quickly by the gunfire rather permanently. Pinned behind the walls next to the entrance, the Irish peeked out and returned fire with their own automatic weapons, tending to their wounded and spraying fire into the room, albeit with little success.

Cassie forced herself to take cover behind one of the couches near her. As the Irish ran down the stairs to tend to their wounded, she occasionally peeked up and shot several shots in their direction, hoping to waste the fools who decided to leave their hiding spot. She cackled madly as the Irish's attempt to fight back. Soon satisfied with her thirst for blood, she reactivated the MPI and proceeded up the stairs towards Hermann.

Cassie forced herself to take cover behind one of the couches near her. As the Irish ran down the stairs to tend to their wounded, she occasionally peeked up and shot several shots in their direction, hoping to waste the fools who decided to leave their hiding spot. She cackled madly as the Irish's attempt to fight back. Soon satisfied with her thirst for blood, she reactivated the MPI and proceeded up the stairs towards Hermann.

"Shit! She's coming!"

The Irish thugs began running up the stairs now, falling back in the face of the renewed assault. The wounded were recovered with a varying degree of success--the most grievously injured were left to suffer whilst the walking wounded joined their own. Tables and chairs and doors were thrown to form crude barricades, and grenades and explosives flew at Cassie.

Before long, the Elves Cassie had faced earlier came out with their own weapons. This time, they had brought in their own sophisticated equipment, ranging from lasguns to Farsight sniper rifles to lascannons and even an odd civilian weapon known as the Cobra Assault Cannon (OOC: Yes, the one from Robocop.) Together, they brought all the fire to bear on Cassie possible, unwilling to let her or anybody else ruin their day.

However, Hermann stumbled out, and then plainly saw the truth. Nothing was going in her! Even with all the ordinance flying about, he saw that she was somehow absrobing the shots or using some kind of shield to prevent damage. Only damage was done to the surroundings, and even as they were collapsing, she seemed to wade through. He then spoke and said, "Enough! Hold your fire!"

The senior gang leader said, "The fuck?!"

Hermann then said, "DO IT!" He then whispered to the man and said, "Our quarry has a shield of some sort that's preventing our shots from hitting!"

At that, the Irish ceased fire, and then waited to see what would happen.