Post by Autumn Nevada on Apr 28, 2020 18:34:30 GMT
Autumn pushed Sergeant Oswald aside to get a better look at the console. She couldn’t believe what the Sergeant was saying until she saw it for herself and although she hadn’t seen the bomb yet she had to assume this was a terrorist attack.
She brought up the command prompt and attempted to re-enable the security scanner. A box popped up asking for a password and Autumn put in her employee number. ACCESS DENIED.
This was bad. Autumn brushed her bangs out of her face and tried again. This time she was just trying to revert the destination to its original programming. Another Password. ACCESS DENIED.
“Oh kay…” Autumn trailed off. There was no way to cut the power from here and they were quickly approaching the Sector 8 station. They would barrel straight past it if nothing were done.
She ran to the front of the car and used her elbow to break the glass on a small compartment. "Hang on Damian!" she called out before pulling the emergency brake. She knew the conductor could override a passenger e-brake but she hoped whoever was up front would notice something was wrong.
Post by Sergeant Oswald on Apr 29, 2020 18:20:36 GMT
As the man was taken down he let out a cough as he struggled with Damian. He held onto the SOLIDER’s leg, trying to pry the foot from his throat despite the warnings he was given. There was a sudden shriek of the train’s emergency break, and as inertia changed he tried to use it to free himself to no avail.
He spit out a bit of blood. Suddenly, a bangle on his wrist began to glow a faint green. Azure light would begin to crackle from his hand and he reached to send a surge of electricity up the Iron Demon’s leg.
Below Oswald had made way for Thalia to use the computer before she ran to pull the emergency break. He held onto the handrail but his subordinate didn’t follow suit. Instead he stumbled over, falling onto the wounded moogle-suit suspect before pushing off him.
As the train screeched to a halt they were still in the tunnels. “I’m going up,” Oswald said as he pushed a button on the computer to open the rooftop again. With no latter he had to do a pull up to get up there, stubbornly keeping his rifle in hand while he used a single arm to get up. Damian Summers
Post by Damian Summers on May 1, 2020 19:49:00 GMT
The unexpected current of electricity that started from Damian’s leg and surged through the rest of his body caused him to jump backward instinctively, like an animal that had touched an electric fence. His body was still tingling from the brief electric shock when the inertia from the train stopping caused Damian to lose his balance and roll backward. Damian might have fallen right off the train had it not been for his quick thinking. Just as he was about to fall off, Damian quickly latched onto the train with his metallic hand. His firm grip caused the weaker steel that the train was composed of to bend as his metallic fingers dug in. By the time Damian let go and began climbing, a print of his hand was left on the side of the train.
Damian quickly began climbing back up to the top of the train as it continued to slow down. Once he was back on the roof of the train, he looked at the terrorist with a smirk. Despite being electrocuted and nearly knocked off a moving train Damian wasn’t mad at the other man. If anything, this terrorist's materia would make the fight much more interesting. Damian made his way toward the terrorist, then when he was within range he quickly crouched and performed a low spinning sweep kick in an attempt to take his opponent down. While rising from the low spinning sweep kick Damian performed a powerful uppercut using his metallic arm. If his opponent managed to jump up and avoid the low sweep kick on time, he would be caught square in the jaw by an uppercut with all of his force behind it.
Damian had completely forgotten about the explosives on the terrorist’s chest, he was entirely focused on the brawl. He loved a good fist fight and for the moment, that was all he cared to think about. Adrenaline flowed through his body as he prepared to attack again, then suddenly he saw Sergeant Oswald climbing to the roof of the train through a hatch, with a rifle in his hand. Once Oswald had finished climbing onto the roof, Damian stood in a fighting stance ” For a terrorist mastermind, you’re pretty shitty at violence.” his words were directed to his opponent. Damian wasn’t really the type to taunt his opponents while he fought. But in this scenario, he taunted the terrorist in order to distract him so that he wouldn’t see Oswald approach from behind.
Autumn managed to temporarily stop the prisoner’s bleeding and the train was stopped just a hundred yards from the sector eight station. She was certain it wouldn’t be long before backup and a medic would come running down the track. The only remaining threat she was sensing on the train was the one above so she climbed through the hatch after Sergeant Oswald .
She spotted the suspect squaring off against the Damian Summers who was holding his attention away from them. Her eyes darted to the bomb strapped to his body and she wondered if this was something he could set off when he got desperate or if it was programmed to go off at a specific time.
The Turk drew her pistol from the holster under her suit jacket and aimed for the back of the terrorists head. They needed to end this quickly. She pulled the trigger.
Post by Sergeant Oswald on May 2, 2020 21:09:54 GMT
Down below inside the train, the baton wielding trooper waited impatiently. He wanted to be a part of the action too, but his gun was broken and he had been left to guard the unconscious moogle. As he watched Autumn climbing the ladder to go up he tried to pop his head out of the window of the train to try to see what was going on up top, but couldn’t get a vantage point on it.
He heard a strange sound, like a twinkling, followed by a brief glow of green inside of the car. By the time he pulled himself back in, he was standing before the man in the moogle outfit holding a hammer in hand. Before he knew it he was bashed in the side of the head and out like a light. When the group returned they would find the trooper knocked out with the moogle hat on his head, and meanwhile pushed out of the back of the train and started running down the track away from the sector.
Up top the man was focused on Damian. He indeed managed to jump to avoid his leg sweep, but as he rose into the air blood spewed from his forehead Autumn Nevada’s bullet made contact. The life began to fade from his eyes when Damian’s fist slammed into his chin, and he fell hard onto the top of the train.
Now that he was stationary on the ground and his jacket was opened further, a timer could be seen on the rig of explosives on his chest. 13:47. Thirteen minutes and forty seven seconds, and by the looks of it it was going to explode.
Oswald moved to approach, but he heard footsteps on the track behind him. Mr. Moogle was getting away.
“Damn it,” he said, pulling his rifle up. He began spraying bullets towards the fleeing suspect from his rifle but couldn’t get a good hit on him. Damian Summers
Post by Damian Summers on May 3, 2020 10:49:19 GMT
After a gunshot came from the top of the train, there was a very brief moment of silence that was interrupted by the sound of the terrorist’s body hitting the roof of the train with a loud thud. Damian watched as blood flowed from the hole in the man’s head, then he adjusted his gaze upward in time to see Autumn Nevada just after she had fired her pistol. Damian gave her a subtle nod to acknowledge her badass kill. Then he moved closer to the corpse on the roof of the train, to examine it. When he saw the timer on the bomb, Damian released a subtle sigh then he picked up the body and slung it over his shoulder. ” I’m not sure this will work, so could one of you evacuate the train?” he didn’t wait for an answer since they didn’t have a lot of time. Damian began to jog toward the tail end of the train with the terrorist’s body slung over his shoulder, then when he reached the tail of the train, he jumped off the train and onto the railroad.
Once he was off the train, Damian temporarily placed the body on the floor and prepared to transform. He knew he couldn’t have done it while he was on the train, since the lightning that the transformation produced might have been conducted through the entire train and could have injured or killed several passengers accidentally. But now that he was no longer on the train, He began the transformation. A bright blue lightning aura covered his body like a suit of armor, his black and white hair began to stand upward, and loud crackling electrical noises came from the lightning that enveloped his body. Once he had finished transforming, Damian picked up the terrorist’s corpse once again and slung it over his shoulder. Then he began sprinting away from the train as fast as he could.
The large speed boost that this form gave him, allowed Damian to easily sprint past the Moogle who thought he was escaping. But he didn’t interact with Mr. Moogle. Damian’s main priority, for now, was to increase the distance between the train and the bomb as quickly as possible because he had no clue how big the blast radius on this bomb was. As he accelerated to speeds that even Olympic runners couldn’t dream of, Damian’s one-track mind was focused on using the thirteen minutes he had to increase his distance from the train as much as he could. Sergeant Oswald
A satisfied smirk broke the surface of Autumn’s cool demeanor as each fraction of a second brought the bullet nearer to a collision with her target, his leap to dodge the leg sweep proving to be his downfall.
The Turk made eye contact with Damian for a moment as she pulled herself up to sit on the ledge of the hatch. That was some pretty good teamwork. She hurried over to the body and looked down breathlessly taking in the bomb for the first time.
The design wasn’t anything she was immediately familiar with and her only idea was to snap a photo and send it off to headquarters. The chances of her plan panning out were admittedly slim. Thirteen minutes just wasn’t a lot of time to find a solution and it didn’t matter how bright their scientists might be.
She was just thinking it might be time to evacuate the area when Damian Summers voiced a similar opinion. He picked up the bomb, corpse and all. She reached out a hand to touch his shoulder before he could run off. “Don’t die.” Autumn ordered whether she had any authority over the SOLDIER or not.
She turned to Sergeant Oswald , “Clear the tunnel. Get everyone off the train.” The station wasn’t far and she knew backup would be coming any minute.
Autumn climbed down a ladder on the side of the train and moved as stealthily as she could towards the back of the train. Mr. Moogle had slowed his pace as he saw Damian running past him with the bomb and in a panic he turned to run back towards the train. Autumn was waiting with her gun raised out in front of her. “On the ground! Now.”
Post by Sergeant Oswald on May 7, 2020 3:18:10 GMT
“Yes Ma’am,” Oswald said as he popped the hatch to the train again and jumped down below. He found his own trooper wearing a moogle helmet inside, laying on the ground. He let out a sigh and walked up and kicked him on the ribs lightly. There was a brief cough, and then he finally came too.
“It’s so dark. What is going on?” the officer said with a muffled voice. Oswald angrily grabbed at the headwear and pulled it off of him to find the brown haired young man with a confused look on his face. “Oh hey sarge, what are you doin’ here?” he asked. “Working… just like you,” he said. “Get up and help me get everyone off this train,” he told him. “I’m going ahead, anyone that doesn’t comply you need to kick off. Then get off yourself.” “Okay. I mean aye sergeant,” the officer said. “Hey, where’s the other guy?” he asked.
“...” Oswald didn’t respond. He just started to run towards the door to move further up the train. As he made his way he yelled to the passengers to evacuate, hoping that his private would take care of any stragglers.Damian Summers
Post by Damian Summers on May 13, 2020 20:18:56 GMT
By the time the timer on the bomb had reached 2 minutes, Damian had already managed to build quite a distance from the train. He estimated that he had created at least a distance of 3 kilometers between the bomb and the train. This distance wouldn't garuntee the train's safety since Damian didn't know how wide the blast radius would be, but 3km would have to do because that was all he could do. He knew he was running out of time and he was running out of energy, pushing himself any further than this would probably kill him. Which would end up going against the only order he had received from Autumn Nevada, which was "don't die".
When the fatigue began to settle in, his lightning armor slowly began to flicker. He knew it was a sign that he couldn't maintain this transformation for much longer. So he gently placed the terrorist's corpse on the floor, turned around and began running in the opposite direction. His eyes were focused on the train in the distance, it was unlikely that he would actually reach the train, but it always helped to have a target to focus on. He could feel that he needed a breather but by now he estimated that the timer had only one minute and some change on it. If he stopped, he would no doubt be caught in the epicenter of the blast, so he continued forcing his legs to move. His transformation had automatically deactivated due to being tired, so now he was running on fumes but he made the best of what he had left in the tank.
Before he knew it, he heard an explosion go off behind him. He didn't know how far he had gotten from the bomb and he didn't have time to care, a few seconds after his ears heard the explosion behind him he felt a hot Shockwave forcefully pushing him forward from behind. Damian flew a few feet forward and then quickly hit the ground rolling. He had managed to get far enough to avoid the explosion's fiery epicenter but he was still within range of a few of its Shockwaves. Damian could feel that the back of his t shirt was burning, so he continued rolling on the ground until it was out. Then he sat upward and peeled off his t shirt to reveal a back that had turned red because of mild burns. He was still far too tired to continue moving so he just sat in one position trying to ignore the mild burning sensation on his back.
With the train evacuated and the remaining suspect in handcuffs, Autumn moved along to the platform where backup and medics were waiting. The sound of an explosion echoed down the tunnel causing the turk to flinch instinctively. The passengers who were initially irritated by the delay became suddenly fearful but there were people waiting to assuage their fears. That wasn’t Autumn’s job.
She glanced down the tracks for the seventh or eighth time before calling to Sergeant Oswald . “Damian Summers isn’t back yet. Let’s grab a medic and head that way.” She glanced over his shoulder at the remaining private in the Sergeant's charge. “We might find your man down there too.”
She wasn’t certain what condition they would find either of their missing party in but she left the decision of personnel for this venture up to Oswald. Autumn waited just a moment for the others to gather before taking off at a run towards the source of the explosion.
Post by Sergeant Oswald on May 17, 2020 3:27:27 GMT
"Roger," Oswald said as he rushed back towards the emergency forces. He was shocked as he heard an explosion behind him, but he didn't let it show in his face. He pushed through crowds of people and yelled "Medic!"
Finally someone wearing a similar uniform to his own that had a white helmet with a red cross on it called back to him. After briefly explaining the situation the started running down the tunnel towards the source. The track itself was damaged and there was rubble across the area. Together he and the medic looked around until Oswald spotted the shirtless Damian Summers.
"There!" he told the medic. "I've got just the thing," he said as he approached Damian and began trying to administer aid.
Oswald would step away using his radio to call headquarters. "Sector 8's rail is critical." It was a big report for such a small unit to make. He was sure they'd have already shut things down, but better safe than sorry.
He surveyed the wreckage as Autumn Nevada had suggested. He didn't find any traces of the man who had fallen of the train.
"He's probably further up the track," Oswald said grimly to Autumn Nevada. He knew better than to hope, and he wasn't sure that he could tie up a Turk and a SOLDIER on a search like this.