Log:ACRO - Introduction, Scene 2

ACRO - Introduction 2005/02/01 	 Blitzkrieg Rakshasa Eleven Ruger

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E. Colonial Heights Blvd.

Colonial Heights Boulevard is considered to be the richest neighborhood in town. The street is lined with elegant looking houses designed in old style Colonial architecture giving it a historical east coast feel. The edge of the street is lined with very old and mature trees, creating a tunnel of sorts over the street with their limbs. In the fall the trees provide a rainbow of colors to delight the eyes as the leaves turn with the season. Placed at regular intervals are solar powered antique lamp posts that give the finishing touch to this elegant neighborhood.

Ruger

This is a tall suit of power armor, entirely the color of gunmetal, aside from the black letter 'R' on the left side of the chest. It's relatively form fitting, but still quite solidly built. The helmet covers the wearer's full head, and has a blackened visor, as well as several slits in the front where the wearer's mouth would be. The feet are large metallic boots. The left gauntlet is similar to the feet...but the right forearm looks like a large revolver cylinder, with one of the holes at the top.

Blitzkrieg tenses and starts trying to track the signal.

Eleven is just observing on the ground walking around waiting for word from Blitzkrieg. A churro is in hand as he munches.

Blitzkrieg says, "I'm getting something."

You're both about a block and a half away when you intercept the trasmission.

Blitzkrieg says, "They're saying something about closing in on someone named Ruger."

Blitzkrieg says, "It's one of their squads, they say they're just outside Buckingham Park. Ready?"

Eleven shrugs, "I suppose so. Take me with you.. I need to finish this Churro fast!"

Blitzkrieg says, "Vant to play paratrooper?"

Eleven blinks. "Without a parachute? Are you nuts?" He tries to see if he can spot anything from his new vantage point.

The two of you arrive just in time to see five agents moving up on what appears to be a man in power armor, who is kneeling, and looking through a large canvas sack of some sort. The agents are coming out of the park...from the backside of the armored man. But...you're approaching the front of him as you come up to the park. He looks up at you..."Oh no...this is my loot, and I'm keeping it. Go get your own, losers."

Blitzkrieg says, "Vhat do you tink? Zhood ve tell him?"

Ruger raises his revolver-cylinder arm, and points in your direction, "What are you talking about? Before I blow you away!" He uses his left hand to spin the cylinder, and it locks into place after spinning a half turn.

Eleven munches on his Churro calmly and holds the remaining piece in one hand like a cigar as Blitzkrieg takes Jack closer, "Hey Don't worry about us! Look out behind you!"

Blitzkrieg says, "Ve are de leazt off yoor vorriez..."

Meanwhile...the agents seem to have noticed you, and are moving to try to get under cover. The agents with the odd cylinder weapons appear to have those weapons at the ready. One of them is aiming right at Ruger.

Eleven mutters to Blitzkrieg, "Perhaps one of their rogue armors.. What's the plan man?"

Ruger chuckles...the sound metallic over the speakers in his armor. "What? Do you think I'm THAT stupid?"

Eleven shakes his head, "No but they probably think you are.." Jack prepares to pull out his gun with one hand to aim it at the weird weaponed guy." He then tells his partner, " Blitz, drop me off so we can both defend.."

Blitzkrieg says, "Let dem take him owt. No need to verk oop a zveat." He then whispers under his breath "Joozt be ready to dive for cover, and vhen de zhootink ztartz, ummm... yoo take de goonz on de right?'"

Blitzkrieg stays airborn as he drops off Eleven, but not TOO high.

Eleven nods an affirmative as Blitz drops him off..

Ruger opens fire, his arm kicking back as a shell comes barreling out, making a whistling noise like artillery, firing at Blitzkrieg.

Ruger's shell misses, but just narrowly...though...it's likely there will be some property damage when it DOES land.

Blitzkrieg winces.

Eleven moves closer to get within range. He wonders what those strange weapons are.. but actions speak louder than words right now so he will take aim at one of the rifles on the right side (as Blitzkrieg instructed) and attempts to blast it out of the enemy's hand.

The agent gasps a bit as his rifle takes a hit. "We're under fire!" The rifle smokes a little...the agent tosses it aside. The sergeant shouts..."Take 'em all down! Fire!"

ACRO Agents(#1802On)

A team of five agents clearly from some sort of organization. Their armor appears to be a mixture of a kevlar weave, and hard plastic or ceramic-like plates. Their helmets cover their heads completely, including a darkened visor, and what appears to be some kind of breathing apparatus. The leader of the squad appears to have a pistol, as well as a mechanical-looking arm. Two members of the squad have some sort of energy rifles, with a cable hooking to a backpack. The last two have sidearms, as well as larger cylindrical weapons of some sort, again hooked by a cable to a backpack. The only symbology they have is the letters A.C.R.O. on their left shoulder armor plates.

Eleven yells at Ruger (sp?), "Hey knuckle head.. Help us out! We can settle the loot later!"

Blitzkrieg tries to jamm this radio frequency.

The one whose rifle was destroyed spends his time grabbing a pistol from another agent's holster. The cylindrical weapons are fired finally...one at Blitzkrieg, and one at Ruger. They hum....and a bluish light shoots out...the beams are kind of wavy looking, though... The other agent with a rifle fires at Ruger, and the sergeant fires at Eleven with his pistol.

Blitzkrieg is surrounded by the light and starts to fall for a second, but recovers shakily.

Eleven falls over after the shot.. "Blitzkrieg... Get to loot and get out of here!"

Ruger is hit twice in the back...once by the strange beam...you can see his arms and legs statt moving more slowly...even as the plasma rifle smacks him in the back...

Ruger is launched forward, landing face first on the pavement. He doesn't appear to be moving...just sparks come up from the joints in his armor.

Rakshasa soars down from above.

The agents are in the park...with Ruger lying just outside it. BK and Eleven are about 20 meters from the agents, out in the street.

Blitzkrieg growls to himself and tries to scoop up Ruger as he turns to retreat.

Eleven is very fortunate to have caught his breath again and he is determined to put a stop to those powerful weapons. He races across to get closer to the remaining plasma rifle user and he takes a shot at the rifle.

Blitzkrieg swoops down and scoops up Ruger then tries to put as much distance between them and ACRO as possible.

Blitzkrieg catches a glimpse of Eleven. .oO(What the HEll???)

The rifle sparks a bit..and smokes. The user grumbles a bit, and tosses the weapon aside...

Rakshasa fades into view behind Eleven, looks around curiously, then vanishes again appearing admid the agents, surrounded by her coruscating field of energy, "Bwhahahhahah!!!! Despair puny mortals! I, Rakshasa, Demon of the Night, Bane of Men, Devourer of Souls, The Great Deceiver am here!"

The one who lost his rifle moves to the special weapons agent near him to grab the mans' pistol. The other two pistol-wielding agents fire...one at Eleven, and one at Rakshasa. The two with the strange weapons open fire on Blitzkrieg, trying to bring him down. Those energy sapping devices light up again, and blue wavy beams lash out toward him...

The sergeant shouts as energy beams go flying..."It's not working...switch to deadly force!" The agents who are carrying pistols all reach to the side of the pistol, and turn a dial on it.

Rakshasa flies back 10 meters and lands in elegantly on her butt, "Grr!"

Eleven is hit hard but he's still up and lands adeptly on his feet. "Rakshasa, Can you get that other Power Armor guy out of here? Blitz and I will just have to take them on ourselves." He gives Rakshasa a wink. And readies his gun.

Rakshasa grimaces, "No, sorry."

Eleven grimaces, "Ok, Blitz, you get out of here then. Rak and I will devour their souls." He aims at a pistol and shoots again.//2d6 rka pen 11 ocv

Jack is so injured that his aim is off. He sighs but keeps his bravado. "I'm warning you guys.. I'm going to aim to kill next time..."

Rakshasa floats back to her feet and tosses her braid back over her soulder with a contemptuous sneer, "Your pathetic toys are no match for the powers of a demon born!" She summons up a golden spike if energy in each hand and hurls them at two of the riflemen.

The two agents that were fire upon fall over...one is thrown back a bit...the other one drops to his knees, shaking his head.

Blitzkrieg moves in full retreat, moving as much as possible up and down, zigging and zagging without giving up TOO much on distance and tries to get out of line of site.

The two remaining agents with pistols both fire...one at Eleven, and one at Rakshasa. The other special weapons agent starts to retreat...running back toward more cover.

Eleven smiles some as Rakshasa unleashes her demonic might on the agents.

Both agents fire...quite ineffectually. One just missing Eleven, scorching his coat. The other having his plasma bolt bounce off Rakshasa's forcefield.

Rakshasa laughs maniacally as the beams scatters off her field, "BWHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!"

Eleven thinks. o O (Gotta buy time for Blitzboy..)

There's an explosion a couple blocks away as Ruger's shell that he fired finally lands....car alarms start going off.

Blitzkrieg says, "What's my range?"

Blitzkrieg puts Ruger down, checking to make sure he's still out (but hopefully still alive) then makes a half-move back (moving in an arc instead of a straight line) while calling 911.

Ruger still seems to be out. The armor is scorched badly where he was hit with the plasma rifle. No...wait...it looks like there might be a hole. The plasma bolt actually took a chunk out of the armor itself. He appears to still be alive...at best guess.

Eleven runs over to the Sergeant and tries to knock him down. Jack swivels his gun around to use the solid end to strike!

There's a thump sound...like striking metal when Eleven brings the gun around, striking the sergeant. The man growls a bit as he's hit, "Gah! Where's that backup?!"

Eleven grumbles, "You put your weapons down or he's going to get it!" Indicating the Sergeant.

Rakshasa vanishes and reappears behind the lone agent and tries to put him in a headlock.

The agent is grabbed...his helmet caught in Rakshasa's arm..."Hey! Stop that, you freak!"

Rakshasa cackles, "Your soul is mine!:

The sergeant levels his pistol at Eleven, and fires at point blank range, while the agent being grabbed tries elbowing Rakshasa. Lastly...the special weapons man continues retreating, disappearing into the brush in the park.

The plasma bolt screams past Eleven, tearing up the pavement a bit, in the street. Rakshasa does a good job of wheeling around the other agent so he can't get a good shot in.

Blitzkrieg keeps flying (slowly) back to the fray.

The sergeant's pistol is shot out of his hands, and the man chuckles..."I don't need that to take you down, fool...it just doesn't use my internal batteries."

Eleven frowns as he shoots the weapon out of the Sergeant's hands. "You're next Buckaroo!" His gun still pointing in the Sergeant's direction. "Tell them to surrender or you are going to get it, right between the eyes!"// pre attack?

Rakshasa partially release her grip, still hold the agent's head in her left arm. She stretches out her right arm and summons up a shimmering golden blade of energy and slashes visciously at the agent's throat!

The agent slumps in Rakshasa's hands...apparently out cold.

Rakshasa lets the afent fall to the ground and raises her blade to the sky, "Brutality!"

The sergeant lunges forward, taking a swing with his mechanical arm at Eleven. "RAaaaaa!"

Eleven is suprised by the brutality of the sergeant and doesn't react in time. He is knocked out cold by that metal arm!

Eleven drops his gun in the process.

The sergeant takes a deep breath, and chuckles. "Weakling. Geez.."

Blitzkrieg begins to pick up a little speed and then continues on, fipping on his sound system to "Ride of the Valkyries" hoping to startle him and taking a shot at the seargent.

The sergeant is hit in the chest, and knocked off his feet...apparently not moving. Looks like he's out cold. One of the other agents on teh right hand side perks up, and looks around...promptly putting his hands in the air, "Ummm...I surrender."

Blitzkrieg says, "Poot yoor handz behind yoor head and faze down on de paffment!!!"

The agent looks a little confused...as he's on grass, not the pavement, but he gets the gist. He puts his hands behind his head, and lies down on the grass.

Eleven gets back up and fetches his weapon. He looks around for the loot as Blitzkrieg takes care of the agents.

Rakshasa grins broadly

The loot bag is still on the sidewalk. When Eleven opens it up, he finds all kinds of jewelry and money. Looks like he robbed a bank, or several homes.

Blitzkrieg says, "Eidder off yoo good at firzt aid? Rooger lookz REALLY bad!"

Rakshasa says, "Sorry I just break 'em"

Eleven shakes his head as well.

A couple minutes later...the police arrive...as well as an ambulance. Wheeooo...wheeeoooo....

Eleven sighs, "looks like Roger was up to no good as well." He leaves the bag for the police. He asks Blitzkrieg, "Wheres Roger? We need to get some info from him and these scumbags." He tries to search the Sergeant before the police um apprehend him.

Blitzkrieg says, "Yoo guyz oop to lookeenk for dat lazt guy in de park?"

Ruger seems to still be out cold...he was really whalloped hard...hard enough that he will probably need medical attention to wake up in the near future.

Eleven is busy rifling through the sergeant. "Ask Rakshasa.. What's she doing?"

Blitzkrieg says, "He'z offer here, boot I theek he'll need medical attenzion."

Rakshasa is standing around with a self-satisfied smirk.

Eleven yells out to Rak, "Hey You! Can you find the guy that fled?"

Eleven kicks at the cyborg arm. "Damn useless." And then goes to search Ruger. And try to help him out of course.

Rakshasa sighs, "A demon's work is never done." She vanishes and reappears high in the air and looks around.

Rakshasa reappears at ground level, "No sign."

Eleven grimaces. "Eww.. Is he.. naked in that thing?" He goes back to Blitzkrieg and informs the ally that he is unable to open up that metal casing. And that Ruger might be naked in that suit. Maybe Blitzkrieg can pry open that armor to help?" He nods to Rakshasa and goes looking as well.

Eleven mumbles to himself. "Funny.. I wonder where that evac unit is this time.." Jack gets to the other side of th park and loses the tracks in the pavement. He curses bitterly in Chinese to himself and heads back to where the others are.

Eleven tells the others of his failed tracking attempt. He idly pokes at the Cyborgs hardware. "I wonder if they have tracking devices or some communication device.."

Blitzkrieg stands around filling the cops in.

Eleven stays away from the cops..

Blitzkrieg nods to Eleven when he hears his question. "At leazt a radio.

Eleven asks Rakshasa if she wants to go for a milkshake and get away from the cops.