Meira
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Apr 30, 2012 20:03:01 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Apr 30, 2012 20:03:01 GMT -5
She heard the sound only a moment before the bola caught her ankles and sent her crashing hard into the pavement. Her hands caught the brunt of the fall, but the angle of her weight coming down caused the woman's elbow to buckle and she knocked her chin on the pavement. The impact caused her vision to darken slightly, and then explode in bright spots of light, as if cameras were flashing all around her.
Before her vision was fully back to normal, Whiskey was working to untangle her legs from the bola. But movement out of the corner of her eye told Whiskey that Sierra had already closed the distance between them. The other assassin stood over her now. Whiskey looked up at the familiar face. They'd known each other for their entire lives, yet what did they really know.
"I suggest doing this somewhere more out of sight." she said as she untangled her legs. Pulling the knife from her book, Whiskey stood slowly, never taking her eyes off of Sierra.
"I'm sure my captain is still looking for us. We don't need him as a witness."
The coast was clear all around them. As Whiskey surveyed the area, she noted a slightly shabbier building that looked empty. With a jut of her chin, she motioned for Sierra to follow her to the door. A good shove saw it opened. Inside it was dark, with only a few windows set high into the walls to allow natural light to filter into the large room. Certainly big enough for a show down. With one last glance to make sure Shine hadn't found them, Whiskey stepped inside and closed the door after Sierra followed.
"I was going to come back." she said, keeping a safe distance from her fellow assassin's weapon. "They didn't need to send you."
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sparrow
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May 9, 2012 17:22:24 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on May 9, 2012 17:22:24 GMT -5
"That's the problem," she said as she held out her weapon, ready for any move that Whiskey might make with her knife. "I can't let you go back there."
The baton spun in her hand as leaped forward, quickly closing the distance between them, swinging around for the attack. There was a loud metallic clang as rod met blade. "I am not going back!" *Clang* "And you're not going to..." *Clang* "... tell them where I am!" *Clang* "I won't let you!"
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Jun 10, 2012 14:44:33 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Jun 10, 2012 14:44:33 GMT -5
Following Whiskey's trail have proved both a simple task and a massive pain in the rear. The chase between her and that other woman had been noticeable enough for most the people residing on the street to know what Shine was talking about; the problem was that not all of them remembered the same thing. As it always happens with witnesses to an event, one person remembered seeing them go left, another remembered seeing them go right. In that sense, it took Shine a little bit of ingenuity and deducing to head off in the right direction.
Vis at least had some more success in spying the trouble from his vantage point atop the buildings. The close proximity of the Naboo architecture made it simple for him to traverse from building to building, his speed slowed only by his smaller body. Still, with his enhanced visual and audio sensors, Vis was seeing and hearing farther then Shine could. Which, in fact, is why he was contacting him now.
"Shine, I believe I have an area for you to search. From what I can tell, Whiskey and her pursuer haven't passed through the area roughly about twenty meters ahead of your current location."
Shine, making his way through the crowds below, paused long enough to remove his comlink and bring it to his lips. "Really? What makes you think that?"
"Simple; there is no sign of chaos, both visually or auditory, to indicate that any such event as two women rushing headlong down the street hsa occurred. I predict that they may have taken the situation either down a side street or indoors."
Or the chase has ended and one of them isn't moving anymore. That, or they aren't making a scene for some reason. Shine kept those thoughts to himself as the told Vis to keep on overlooking the area and watching for any sign of external trouble. Flicking the comm off, Shine kept going until he reached the area that Vistal had indicated.
Stopping in the center of the street, Shine's eyes looked all around as he tried to locate anything, any sign of Whiskey and that woman, or where they might have went. Nothing. Just people going about their daily lives, houses with doors still on the frames, no sign in any way of either of them. Muttering to himself a series of curses, Shine started mingling with the crowd, keeping his eyes ever open and his ears ever listening. That was, until Vis chimed in again.
"Got something...I think. The sound of metal striking something else. Could just be an armorer or weapon-smith in the area, but as you told me before, even the tiniest clue may lead to the answer."
Shine smiled at that. Those words had come from his family, years ago, back when living with a family of law enforcement officers meant Shine had to listen to their stories day in and out. And like many of the things his family had said, that particular set of words had helped Shine along in his new lifestyle choice. And it was true what it said; sometimes even the tiniest clue could lead to the breakthrough. Guided by Vis from above, Shine approached the source of the sounds...and that feeling in his gut told him this was it.
Approaching slowly, Shine came closer to the door and put his ear to it...and was rewarded a moment later with the sounds of weapons clashing and two people speaking. Drawing his blaster, Shine crept slowly to one of the building's windows and glanced inside. Sure enough, there was Whiskey and her foe, facing each other down with knife to baton. Shine's body was driving for him to go in...and yet he waited. Not yet! Wait, screamed that voice in the back of his head. And despite everything...Shine waited.
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Meira
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Jun 22, 2012 16:13:08 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jun 22, 2012 16:13:08 GMT -5
"I can't let you go back there."
For a split second, Whiskey dropped her guard as she tried to process those words. The muscles of her face seemed to slacken, as her eyebrows furrowed. The only sound she managed to make was a brief "huh?" before Sierra was within striking distance.
Whiskey managed to block the attack with the knife, causing the baton to glance off to the side, but now she was on the defensive and Sierra was pressing further. The knife was hardly suited for defending against the baton. Each blow caused Whiskey's arm to shudder. She wouldn't be able to keep this up long.
All the while, Sierra was speaking and her words only confused Whiskey more. The attacks had backed Whiskey up to a cluster of crates. She ducked around one to give herself some breathing room as she quickly climbed up onto another. Here, her feet were at eye level with the other assassin. Whiskey still held her knife ready, but her guard was slack.
"What do you mean? Are... are you broken too?"
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sparrow
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Jul 6, 2012 17:53:04 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Jul 6, 2012 17:53:04 GMT -5
Sierra twirled the baton around over her head as her thumb pressed down on a hidden button on the handle, causing it telescope out into a two-meter long staff. As Whiskey leaped onto a crate, Sierra quickly stepped back to avoid any kicks the taller woman might have aimed at her head before whirling and spinning her staff to renew the offensive.
For her taller position, Whiskey would find it more difficult to defend her feet with her short dagger, which were now at the perfect height for Sierra to attack. "I am not broken!" she yelled, as her staff darted between Whiskey's feet before quickly sweeping to the side to strike at her ankles and break her balance.
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