(( Then I am... unwelcomed!

:rmage: DUN DUN DUNNN!

*STAB*

:bmage: I told you that was the last time... ))

Wraith floated over to the building, but couldn't quite get the distance, floating down towards the side.

So, he was forced to become solid again and grab hold of a drainage pipe, then ghost again and leap up to the top, where he... "landed" just as the hotel exploded.

But while everyone else was knocked down by the explosion, he stood.

Thank you, masslessness.

Then he solidified again and drew a fistful of knives as an assassin came at him, drawing a short sword of her own and marching over. He stood his ground and took one look at his knives, then her sword and her smile.

"Uh-uh."

Jumping backwards, he disappeared down the side of the building again, while she gave chase right away and leapt over the side of the building, holding her sword out to strike at the... the arm that drags her over?

Caught surprised, she plummeted down head over heels as the hand pulled her over, and when she turned to look she saw Wraith hanging on to the aforementioned drainage pipe, grinning as she fell. However, she caught hold of that pipe, too, and began climbing up about as fast as you'd expect Spiderman to, and with the same ease. Even though she was rushing him, the look of horror on his face that she expected never came... and when she got close enough, it was too late to realize why he smirked.

...Because that was when the EMP grenade went off.

In the momentary confusion and dizziness of complete shutdown, she lost her balance and started to fall, dropping her sword at the same time. All she saw as she fell was the ground rushing up to meet her, a dumpster far below just to the side of the equally uninviting pavement, but a sudden jolt on her leg woke her up to the fact that he was actually catching her on the way down, and she looked up to see him gripping her leg with one arm, partially in his ghosted form.

Against the... snowing... sky... o.O ...he looked strange, almost angelic.

Which took her mind off the impact of the ground rushing up to meet her head.

And that's when she lost consciousness.

Wraith later told his superiors, "Well, we needed someone to testify."

He let her body lie limp on the ground, bleeding from a cut but not badly. One look in her eyes after he set down told him she didn't have a concussion, so he then stood and looked around, making a note of the spot.

Also, he thought out his plan of attack from there.

Taking out his PDAP, he started, "Mister Tucker," Mr. Tucker being a tech back at the base, "I need you to listen carefully..."

Then walked off into the alleyway behind the building as he talked, moving to set up his plan.

OOC: OH! 1000th post! God, this day has kicked ASS!!

Monk nodded at the command, and stood upright. Beverly hills? Isn't that a handful of miles away? He looked around for some sort ride. Car, Convy truck, tank, there was everything around. It was his pick as to what to use to get over there. He however chose his feet as transportation. There were reasons why that a vehicle was out of the question. Running as quick as he could, he could feel the wind fly through his hair as he picked up sleed. Faster and faster he legs pumped and hit the ground, until he was a blur through the air.

It actually didn't take him long to see the buildings Wolf was talking about. It also didn't help the building was painted a new shade of black... bodies... climbing up to meet the fighters up there, "Wolf! Kaitlin! Jade!! I'm here!!" Sprinting up to the building, not really at a loss of breath he pushed aside the door climbed the stairs up to the roof and broke that door off its hinges, and into an assassin that was gunning for Wolf's back. He flew off the roof.

The other guy that Monk fought was not so lucky. Sneaking up behind Jade was another black clad assassin who was just about to get a grip around Jade's neck. That was... if he had hands left to grip with. In a split second he found that his hands were missing from his wrists blood shooting up from them. Screaming in pain and terror, he found himself flying down the side of the building right behind the guy from the door. Jade looked at his eyes and could tell there was a new man in that body, a new soul that was ready to take on the world. Or maybe...

A renewed soul...

That's when, even in the heat of battle, she was soon introduced into the heat of passion as Monk took a the steps to get his arms around her body and llip lock her with such force and power, you would have thought that they had been seperated for years upon years.


This was the perfect time. He could feel it. The fighter that had just taken out two of his buddies was distracted by that girl, his weakness! He took a step foward, then another one, he floated on air, there was no noise with each step. Bringing his arms up, opening his hands and reaching for Monk's necks, he grinned. However... that grin was soon wiped off his face. No, litereally, it was ripped off.


Monk held his lips and most of his face in his hand, then punched him off the building right after the other two. The three of them would live to see another day, but it was obvious that they would think twice before coming up to fight on this building. It was nearly a full minute before Monk pulled back and looked at Jade in his arms. "I love you..." was all he muttered.

Jade had never been kissed like that in her life. She backed away a minute, completely breathless and awestruck. She was soon snapped out of her daze when an assassin ran at her from afar. Noticing a piece of piping by her feet, she used her foot to flip it up into her hand and then launched it at the oncoming enemy. It impaled him in and through his chest, making him tumble off the roof. Jade turned to Monk, anger but still love flushed over her face.

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? Do you know how worried I was when I heard you disappeared? I swear I'll kill you myself once this fight is over!"

"Where was I?" He rushed behind Jade as an assassin was just about to get a grip on her throat. "Oh, that's all right. The next time that I'm wisked away against my will, I'll make sure that I get a hold of you to make sure I can stay for a few minutes while I hold the fight of my life." It was a simple matter of a fist to the stomach and watching the killer fly. Monk turned around and glared at Jade, "Will that be better my dear!? Is that what you want!? Honey!?"

Jade dropkicked an assassin and proceeded to snap his neck. "No! I want you to get the people in your head all straitened out so I don't have to guess whether it's the person I love who's kissing me or the psycho killer! That way you won't have to get whisked away to fight all these battles! Is that too bloody much to ask?" Another assassin fell to a fierce uppercut as Jade glared back.

There was another head rolling on the ground. "You know... maybe it IS too much to ask!" There was an elbow into another man's stomach that was tring to sneak up on him. "I work my tail off to make sure that you are safe, and this is the kind of thanks I get!? Get the voices in my head straightened out so you know who you are kissing!?" Turning around, he grabbed another assassin's head and tunred it a full 360 degrees, then yelling at the corpse, "I'm busy!!"

Dropping the body he turned back around at Jade, panting from the yelling, "And as for you...!" The two just sat there, staring at each other with eyes of hatred, eyes of fire. "I love you!!" He charged in, the fire not hatred, but passion as the two reunited lips once again, running their hands all around each other's body. He would pull away every now and then, "I love you Jade..." or something along those lines, but the kiss was there, neither not really seeing the elites around trying to kill them.

Until two of them were standing opposite each other, a fist from the two lovers in each of their faces...

OOC: Poor bastards...

Wolf looked over at Jade and Monk, and shook his head

Kids these days...wait a minute...what the hell am I saying? I'm only 23! Whoops, incoming assasssin-

Wolf brought his katana across in a draw cut, slicing an airborne assassin in half. More assassins came at him, these ones actually showing some intelligence and bringing their own swords to the battle. Wolf adjusted his stance and quickly sized up the 6 opponents closing in on him. Three were armed with Katanas, one was armed with a medieval rapier, one carried a broadsword and the last was armed with a Wakazashi short sword.

As they closed in, Kaitiln came to Wolf's side. "I'll take the three on the left, you take the three on the right," she said.

Wolf readied his sword. "Got it..."

The assassins came at the two head on, but they were ready for it. Wolf parried the first assassin's strike, then kicked him aside. The assassin with the broadsword was up next, Wolf cleaved the massive blade in half with one strike, then ran the assassin through with his katana. Next to him, Kaitlin had already sliced the throat of her first attacker, and was busy fighting off the assassin armed with the rapier.

Wolf kicked the skewered assassin off of his sword, and into the oncoming assassin who was carrying the Wakazashi. That asassin had thrown his hands up to block his incoming buddy, but in the process he accidentally sent his sword through his comrade's neck, cutting his jugular and all but sealing his fate.

Meanwhile the assassin Wolf had knocked down earlier was back up and coming right for Wolf. Wolf ducked under the assassin's first cut, and then grabbed the assassin's outstreched arm and threw him towards Kaitiln.

"Heads up!" he shouted to her.

Kaitlin didn't even take her eyes off the assassin she was deuling. As she blocked a downward slash from her opponent, she drew a throwing star with her free hand and sidearmed it into the throat of the assassin Wolf had thrown. The assassin struggled to remove the star, but Wolf shot him twice in the heart through the back, no-look, with his .45.

With three assassins now down, the playing field had been leveled. Wolf and Kaitlin were now back to back, Wolf was holding off just the assassin with the Wakazashi, while Kaitlin was fighting off the rapier weilder and the last Katana carrier.

Wolf could see out of the corner of his eye the Katana assassin preparing to blindside Kaitlin. Kicking his opponent in the face and sending him flying, Wolf flipped sideways to put himself between Kaitiln and the other assassin. He parried that assassin's strikes, drawing his opponent in, punching him hard in the gut and then slicing his head clean off. Wolf then rolled back in time to combat the returning assassin. The asassin stabbed forward, and Wolf simply leapt up onto the sword, balancing himself on the edge. The assassin looked at him in surprise, an emotion his face would remain in for all eternity as Wolf stabbed him through the skull, neck, and part of the upper torso.

As he landed back on the ground Kaitiln finished off her last opponent by stlyistically carving an X across his chest and then booting him off the roof.

Both of them sheathed their Katanas, drew their guns, and started firing at asassins that were just barely climbing up over the roof. Although they dropped quite a few of them, it just seemed like they would keep on coming until they acheived their goal.

There's no end to these guys, Wolf thought as he activated his CODEC and called Angel. "Angel, if you Scrya and Devin can hear me we need backup in the Beverly Hills now! We've got more assassins than most terrorist nations trying to kill us here!"

A white blur slammed into the back of those said assasins. One of them gasped as his spine was snapped in a single, brutal instant.

Then the body snapped into two increasingly gory pieces as Angel took the assasin apart with his giant sword. Angel continued his drive, slamming into the assasins but doing no real damage except scattering them.

With a yell, he punched the ground and a blast of light blinded the assasins momentarily.

"GUYS! Devin's already heading to a log-out point, and we are SEVERELY overmatched here! We've done what we can in this battle, time to boogie on out of here!"

While this was not the time nor the place for it, Jade was enjoying her kiss...which was abruptly cut off by an assassin slicing downward between Monk and Jade, missing their faces by mere cenitmeters. Monk caught the assassin with a kick to the gut.

"Why does work always get in the way?"

Jade leveled her gun at the assassin's head and pulled the trigger. A loud click answered. "Shit!" As the assassin regained his composure and tried to take a slash at Jade, she backflipped out of the way and drew her sword. Looking at the various holsters on her body, she noticed that all of the ammo counters read zero.

"Wolf, I'm out of ammo!" She faced her opponent, "guess we're going to do this the messy way."

The assassin charged and tried another downward slash which Jade parried. She spun around and in one clean motion, beheaded her rival. As soon as she finished however, another took its' place. "Where does MM get all these guys, disposable ninja's R us?"

The fight was getting nowhere, but without a working PDA or some cover for Jade to hack, they were stuck with hand to hand.

OOC: Man I love torturing our characters...as if things couldn't get any worse...or can they? dun dun dunnnnnn

(( :bmage: STOP SAYING THAT! ))

Wraith floated up to the roof then, some kind of gun in his hand and the woman from earlier in the other.

Or, arm, rather.

Because he held her hostage and called out, "HEY! Call off your attack now or the girl gets it!"

And surprisingly enough, everyone stopped and looked at him, holding up the unconscious woman with the gun to her head.

He later told his superiors, "Welllll, I changed my mind."

One of the assassins had the good sense to point out amid the silence, "Never, and she's not even conscious, anyway!"

"Really?" He looked down at her face, then back up at him. "I hadn't noticed."

Then with one mighty shove he throws her at them and yells, "Duck!"

A bright flash followed in which the EMP grenade hidden tied around her neck went off, shutting off the nanites in a small group of assassins around her. In the confusion a lot of the other assassins thought they'd lost their power, too, which gave Angel all the time he needed to cut through a whole slew of them while Monk unloaded on a few of his own. Jade, Wolf, and Kaitlin had to recover for a couple seconds after diving out of the way.

Wraith, for his part, drew the gun and fired at some of the other First Order soldiers as the grenade blew, embedding small EMP-charge-tipped bullets in them which exploded on impact, disabling the nanites of a lot of them in a short time, which only made everybody's job easier.

He aimed right with a grin on his face and shot a man who was charging him, who stumbled in his step but kept coming. Wraith then pulled his other pistol, aimed, and fire.

And watched as the bullet bounced off his chest.

Whoops... forgot they could do that.

His grin dropped off his face quickly as he had to assume ghost form, letting the man take useless pot swings at him that cut through the mist where he once stood. Floating past him and letting the man's own momentum carry him off, Wraith retook solid form and drew some throwing knives, then let them fly into the man's back. Some lodged, but some didn't, as he again pulled his skin-toughing trick and let the knives bounce harmlessly off. But Wraith had enough of that, and waited until the enraged man charged him again -- and waited still until he started swinging -- to fall back firing his Colt .45 away, hitting him square in the forehead four times.

The body fell on top of him, and that was it.

But then a heavy, solid thud filled the air, drowning out all the rest of the noise as the roof also caved in a bit under the impact. And from the center of this impact one woman stood and called out, "THAT'S IT!"

All fighting stopped (after a few more First Order perps got sliced up, though), and everyone looked at Scrya, standing tall in the center of the action while more First Order fighters came over the side. Her face was angry and her eyes were set straight on a man in front of her as she snarled, "Everyone get out of here. Monk, Jade, Wolf, Wraith, Kaitlin, Angel, everybody. Leave."

"Scrya--"

"But--"

"You can't--!"

"We wo--"

They started to talk, but she wouldn't have it.

"Get.

The.

Fuck.

Out."

Hell itself would not deny her that command.

She took one look around at the First Order people around her, and said, "You know who I am. Fight me, and let them go. Kill me, and you can avenge your God."

She stopped her gaze on the man in front of her again, setting her fiery eyes on his. "You people have robbed me of enough... I'm going to take it all back."