Hunted

[Llau]

Practice PvP with my ONI (Mike), and Stubbs and Seri...(Due to Seri's absence, Tracker has taken over his place using her own character) those silly little rogue marines, especially Stubby there. -silently judges him-

We'll be fighting in an urban environment on some planet...picture a regular-sized town, busy places, but not as busy as a city. Stealth is recommended, blend into the population, do whatever it takes to survive. Join together...or don't. It'll be fun either way. ;D 

And begin!

///HUNTED\\\

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( McStubbsberry )



( @tracker )

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ONI Field Agent Mike Moretti - Section III
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Hunting, waiting, planning...


Mike Moretti blended in quite well with the general public. Dressed in a pair of olive cargo pants, hiking boots that went slightly passed his ankles, a beige army sweater, sunglasses, a hat, and a sling backpack that carried some of his gear he wanted to bring with him onto this operation. An operation that has proven to be quite a headache with following the two AWOL marines from planet to planet until he lost sight of them here. He didn't have to worry though, he knew they were still around, but somewhere. Strapped to his thigh was a holster holding his standard issue suppressed auto mag, the M6C/SOCOM, and inside his backpack was his Suppressed SMG if the situation needed it. Which, he probably will by the time this mission was over with, but he hoped it didn't have to come to that. He walked around, sporting dark sunglasses while he looked around the shopping area in the town center for a while as he mentally went over the profiles of the two Privates again, but mostly their psychology reports he memorized on his TAC-PAD wrapped around his wrist. 

Both had apparently snapped, but he didn't know the exact cause. The only thing he knew was that his superiors wanted them, dead or alive; though, he would rather capture them alive and take them back, but he doubt the two would want to be taken back. The only success, other than following them to here, was the fact that he did fire a shot at one of them -not to kill, but to maim- but as for if they were seriously injured or not, it was hard to tell...let alone if the bullet was successful at hitting his target since they were moving. If he missed, that was fine, he wouldn't miss the next time he encounters them. He did already check the hospitals in the major cities and local ones, and the doctors told him that no one from his descriptions of the two targets came in for some aid. 

One thing is for sure though, he hated urban environments, especially when he was after two, possibly desperate marines who did not want to go back, and even fired at him when he encountered them the first time two planets away as they tried to escape. Fighting around civilians was bad, but he knew it couldn't be avoided. He just needed to check his aim and be real careful because unlike most of his fellow agents, he believed in "The Means Justify The Ends" instead of "The Ends Justifies The Means." 

[McStubbsberry]

Private Scott Lugar
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC - Controlled Space
On the Lamb

Scott had just finished nursing a minor wound. His hunter was good, even with a quick shot, the round grazed his side, taking a lovely chunk of skin with it. It stung like hell while he cleaned it, but it wouldn't have an affect on his fighting abilities that will surely be tested the coming day or two.

This was his first time killing an innocent person, it didn't seem right to him that she wouldn't let him take refuge in her apartment for the night. Then again, nothing seemed right in his head anymore. Not after what he had witnessed, what had happened to his entire squad. Something inside of him clicked when the woman tried to close the door. She was young, early twenties maybe, and not very strong either. The deranged private forced his way in and beat her unconscious.

It seemed like forever ago, but he did admire his handy work. Muscle and flesh glistened in the morning sun, the bloody corpse was unceremoniously pushed against the wall, the skin not too far away from it. He didn't even know why he did it. Scott could have just left her unconscious while he tended to his wounds, got some food, and a bit of rest. At least it was a fairly painless death for the poor woman.

The private stood up, it was time to go. He had stashed his rifle downstairs behind a dumpster, he dreaded the idea of leaving it behind while he made a trip to the market center with the woman's cash. It was necessary though, the MA5C wasn't exactly a compact weapon system. He did have his father's ODST knife, finely sharpened and recently tested just to be sure. Scott also kept the pistol under a dark grey jacket that was just a little too big for him and the tan pants with the knife safely stored, miraculously fit just right. Before he left, he looked at the body one last time and shivered, then he left the apartment.

[Seri]

Private Arya Summers
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC Controlled Space
Trying to blend in

Arya stood in front of a tech café, debating going in to get something to eat. It'd allow her to get on the Internet, so she could try to get her family... Shaking her head, the rogue private shoved those thoughts away. They were dead, she had noone to contact ever again. And it was all thanks to the UNSC. She had flipped out at the news of what had happened and accidentally killed her platoon sergeant. Though the military didn't see it that way... Arya was sure they would kill her for it, so she had decided to run. Even met another who was rogue, though he was. ... much different than her.

She had made up her mind to ditch him once they got to this planet, and ditch him she did. Hell, she wasn't sure he even noticed, she had rarely ever talked to him anyway. The small café smelled pleasant when she sauntered in, taking a seat in the back, as far away from windows as possible. She was sure the agent was not happy about being shot at by her. Though she was a bad shot so she had missed...

A waiter came up to her. "How may I help you, miss?" She asked in a pleasant, soothing voice.

"Oh, a chai tea, please. And a chocolate cookie. Actually, make that three."

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent Mike Moretti - Section III
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Like a needle in a haystack...


The crowd was equally an advantage and a disadvantage for him. For one, it was easy to blend in, and hide in plain site, but the same can be said about his two targets. So far, he has yet spotted them as the sun continued to gradually move overhead. It was warm, thankfully not too hot, but warm with temperatures in the mid-70's. Knosses was a garden world, with two large major cities, and many smaller towns built outside of the cities. Vorchus was one of the many populated urban towns, and he figured Vorchus was a better place to hide than in one of the major cities if he were them. He walked with his hands inside his pant pockets, passing other people along the sidewalk on the street he was on, and glancing into the windows as he casually moved passed them. 

'If I were the one hiding...' He thought to himself, stopping to stand at a street corner as he waited for the light to turn green for him and the other people to walk across the street of the busy market district. He glanced down at his TAC-PAD, bringing up the map of Vorchus, and then typing a progress report when his superiors sent him a message asking him about his ongoing operation. By the time he sent it, the light was green, and he lightly jogged across to get to the other side. He ventured around for five minutes, and then started to get thirsty and a little hungry. Time for a little snack and something to drink...maybe some cold green tea if the coffee shop he was heading to had it. A few minutes later, he made it to the coffee shop and headed inside.

The Italian glanced around, taking off his sunglasses as he looked for a place to sit, which was in the middle of the seating area at a small table for two. He approached it, not bothering to take off his sling backpack as he sat in the comfortable chair, and waited for the server to come over to him to take his order. 

She introduced herself and asked what he would like. He smiled. "Do you have iced green tea here?" When she nodded, he continued, "Then I'll have a large class of that, and half a ham and cheese sandwich, please. Thank you." When she wrote down his order, she excused herself to add his order in so the other employees can work on it in the kitchen.

Moretti glanced around, looking at each individual, but careful to not bring attention onto himself by not staring too long as he checked their faces. He leaned back against the chair, propping his left arm on the arm rest, and resting his chin on his thumb when he caught a glimpse of a young woman sitting by herself. He looked at her, eyebrows slightly furrowed, but looked away before she would notice him looking at her. That was her, alright. Private Arya Summers. He breathed in a deep breath and slowly exhaled as he leaned forward, and continued to wait for the next several minutes on his food and drink. He glanced up when the waitress returned with his large drink. He smiled when she set it down in front of him and handed him a straw.

"Your sandwich will be out in just a few minutes, sir."

"Thank you," The ops-tech specialist winked at the waitress, who blushed and whispered a "Your welcome" to him before checking up on the other patrons in the busy coffee shop.

Taking a long sip of the refreshing cold drink, he glanced back over at the young woman for a moment before finally getting up with his drink and headed over to her. He sat down without asking her if he could sit and set the drink down in front of him. 

"You know," He started, folding his arms in front of him on the table. He smiled warmly a little at her. "Don't you sometimes ask yourself that it's better to stop running from your problems and work them out rather than making things worse for you and continue to run away? Things tend to catch up to you, the longer you keep running. Like me, for instance." While adding, "Here's the thing, Arya...I'll give you a chance to surrender yourself, and I'll arrest you and take you back. You'll have a chance to give your side of the story, and I will forward the report to my superiors. That sounds fair, yes? And if you don't...well...I don't want to do it, but if you force me to, I will kill you." He explained to her darkly, his voice low. "Understand?" 

[McStubbsberry]

Private Scott Lugar
Vorchus, Knosses
The Angels and Demons

Scott walked gingerly down the street. He felt a certain calm about him. It was just another day in paradise in his mind's eye. The skinned woman was long forgotten. Several emergency vehicles sped by him, including several local police. The noise slightly irritated him, but quickly pushed the annoyance to the back of his mind like a piece of worthless trash. A beggar was leaning against a wall to a produce store, he made eye contact with Scott.

"Do I owe you money?" The private snapped

The bum was caught completely off guard. "Uh, no man but co-"

Scott cut him off, "Are you sure? I might owe you some money."

"I'm sure man, bu-"

"Then stop staring at me you damn coward!" Scott then punched the old man in the stomach, who crumpled to the ground. A group of people had gathered around to see what was going on, but quickly backed away after the private stared at each and every one of them like a rabid dog.

"I don't have time for this petty crap!" Scott stormed off towards a cafe that sat quietly at the end of the street.

[Seri]

Private Arya Summers
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC Controlled Space
How could this get any worse?

Aryas face paled as she saw her hunter walk towards her. That was quick, how the hell did he find her here? The rogue marine felt herself begin to sweat a little as she moved slightly to the edge of the seat, so she could quickly dash off. Or try, anyway. She started to move hand to the pistol she had tucked in the back of her pants underneath her shirt, before deciding against it. She didn't want to get caught, though she wasn't about to hurt anyone at the moment.

In her mind, if she got caught it was the end. She'd be put to death, and then what? Arya wasn't a particuarly religious person, though the thought of nothing scared her. The waitress from before brought her back her tea, and her cookies. Ah hell. She really wanted those cookies, and she sure as hell wasn't going to not eat them.

"Understand?" He said at last. She was sure he said something about surrendering, and he won't kill her. No, they'd only kill her later on. She'd get out of this somehow, though right now... She offered the ONI agent one of the chocolate chocolate chip cookies, that was still warm from being just out of the oven.

"Cookie?" She asked, taking a sip of her tea and just staring at him.

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent Mike Moretti - Section III
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Ah, yes. I'd like to have a sandwich and a large cup of AWOL, please.


Moretti stared back at her with a blank expression when she offered him one of her cookies. "No, thanks, Private Summers," The agent was also paying attention to her movements. "What were you reaching behind your back? Was it a gun?" He slowly shook his head, looking grim. "Bad idea on your part if you try to use it because I will fire at you before you can even aim it at me." He took another sip of his iced green tea. "Trust me when I say this, I'm quicker...as the other marine who you were with, Private Scott Lugar, found out yesterday." He briefly raised both eyebrows, and tilted his head somewhat to the side.

He was quiet for a couple of minutes, allowing what he said to sink in, while keeping his eyes on her. "In any case, I don't think you want to hurt any of these civilians," he continued, "Neither do I." 

The waitress returned, walking over to where he was sitting now when she noticed he moved to sit over with Summers. "There you are," Smiling, the waitress set the plate with his grilled sandwich down in front of him when he sat back to give her room. He gazed up at her, returning the smile. "Do you two know each other, or...?" She wondered, glancing from him, to the private, and then back at him.

"Yes, in the matter of fact, we do," answered the agent with a calmness in his voice. "Small world when you're traveling, and find someone you know." He glanced over at Summers, smiling a little, and then looked up again at the waitress. "Thank you for bringing me my order, uh, Cindy." He added, while reading her name that was printed on her name-tag. 

"Oh," Cindy patted him lightly on the shoulder. "Any time, dear. Let me know if you and your friend here need anything else."

"Well do," Moretti nodded, watching for a moment as she left them alone, and then fixed his brown eyes back onto Private Summers. "We'll eat, finish our food and drinks, while we talk. Sound good?" He took a small bite of the ham and cheese sandwich. "Mmm. This is good." He pointed at his food, and then took a couple more bites, and waited until he chewed and swallowed it before speaking again.  "Because I'm starving. Hunting down people can get pretty long and tedious. It's not something I do very often, but I was free, and the other agents who do this, were busy out in the field elsewhere. Also..." He checked his Field Ops watch. "There's time for us to talk."

There was another long pause while he ate several more bites, glancing around, but still keeping a close eye on her. "I know you're scared...of what might happen. Of dying, but I doubt you'll be put to death, private." He set his sandwich down on the plate, deciding to eat the remaining four more bits of it later. "They want your side of the story...you ran because you panicked after killing your CO. Right?" He sat there quietly with one arm resting on the table, and the other arm resting on his thigh; keeping his hand close to his gun just in case. 

[McStubbsberry]

Private Scott Lugar
Vorchus, Knosses
Having a WONDERFUL Time!

After the interaction with the bum, Scott was feeling rather joyful about life and all that it had to offer. He got to the cafe door, walked inside with almost a skip, and he took a nice deep breath. A smell of a grilled sandwich entered his senses and immediately pissed him off. A waitress by the name of Cindy had a tray full of drinks, when Scott passed her he flipped the tray out of her hands. "Bring me another, Cindy! Those looked delicious!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. The woman was clearly shocked and didn't quite know what to do, so Scott continued on to find a seat, which he spotted with a nice looking family. However, there was some child in the chair that was clearly the private's. Scott pulled the child out of the chair and onto the floor, he was about to take his rightful place with the terrified family, but then he spot the sandwich. The sandwich that completely ruined his fantastic mood. He stared it down, eye twitching slightly. 


Scott slowly walked to the table, never taking his eyes off of the sandwich. He sat down with a man and a woman, not caring who they were at that very moment. That sandwich was his goal in life right then and there. Scott picked up the small bit that remained and shoved it into his mouth, chewing quickly, eye still twitching.

[Faclan]

(I was told this was an Innie planet, please don't hate me if it isn't D: .)


SSA-012, Remnants
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Trying to get enough funds to leave.

The mission had gone south, gone south so far that it had fallen off whatever hypothetical map that was being used for this thought. The Ultra hadn't made it to an escape pod, neither had eight of the other swarm, all sucked out into the death of deep space. The three that been lucky enough to be ehad of the group when the explosions started had had to watch as the Ultra had desperately tried to save her swarm only to be sucked out with them. The Engineer and two soldiers had drifted; no attaché's, no Covenant around after the cruiser exploded, and with only short range radio and limited air they had been expecting a slow death. But at least they would die with allies around as their swarm had.

But, with slightly more than half their oxygen exhausted, a Human ship had arrived at the explosion location. Way sooner than any of them had expected but it must have been very near to have that show up on their sensors. It was a decent sized Human vessel as well, although its state of repair tipped them off that it thankfully wasn't UNSC. Their escape pod had been found, brought aboard, and once the doors had been open the Engineer had convinced the soldiers to lower their weapons and slowly leave it. They soon had rope wrapped around their wrists and thorax's keeping there wings shut and arms together as they were herded into a room and left to await their fate.

But that was nearly three months ago now. In those months they had been brought to this planet, their weapons and equipment quickly sold sans their gravity generators. The Yanme'e had been very impressed that the humans had a computer that could speak to them, and they soon found out that they would be free to leave if they could pay for a ticket. Of course the Humans that were running the machine had never helped them to understand money so there were likely to be here for a very long time. But they were soon employed as message carries and postmen, white lines pained on their carapaces so people would know they were friendly and of course unarmed. A bag often hung around their necks or held hanging in their arms that contained packages and letters for the residents of the city. It had been a tough first milestone, with people not accepting items from their claws fingers even after the city wide announcement had gone out concerning their newest residents, but as time passed people became more used to them flying past their windows and hopping into there stores and actually started to like them for the simple talk they would have when delivering and very swift service.

The female soldier was currently flying towards a small café, full of very interesting people, with her bag held in her claws. The bag contained a few letters as normal but also two packages. One for the cafe's owner from their mating partner and a special one for a very new resident from a mystery source. But it wasn't the job of the mail women to check the recipients package. Swooping down outside the café she checked to make sure people were inside before pulling upon the door and hopping inside. Some of the customers, who were watching the interaction near the back, looked over and "Heey"ed the bug. Greeting her as Jumps whilst also asking if Zip and Sparky were fine as Jumps just nodded and took out both packages.

"Good, them good. Package. Package." There were some chuckles as Jumps hopped up to the front counter, standing up from their normal hunched posture to place it on the counter and slide it toward the owner. "Package." Turning around the bugs bright eyes scanned around until it found the new person, taking out the other package she hopped over some more and stopped beside the man in shorts as she, slightly rudely, reached over him to hold out the box.

"Package."

(Hope the delivery is alright Stubbs :3 . May add some more aliens later if needed, but these three should be fun for now .)

[McStubbsberry]

Private Scott Lugar
Vorchus, Knosses
Living Every Day

After ending the life of that dreaded sandwich, Scott was pretty satisfied with himself. He grinned and looked up at the man whose sandwich he just destroyed. Then he frowned. The private looked at the women, who he also immediately recognized. It was the woman he traveled here with, he poked her in the boob, then looked back at the ONI agent who had shot him. "Well, this is awkward," Scott proclaimed to himself.


Just then, some of those insects that Private Lugar saw on a very enticing poster back in boot camp. The people in the restaurant greeted one of them as it dropped off a package on the counter, then its creepy face turned to Scott. "Package," it said to him as it placed the box on the table. Scott's eye twitched as he thought about what he should do to the grown-up cockroach, but he decided to be polite and open the box first. He pulled out his father's treasured knife and cut the bindings on the package, then slowly lifted the lid. Scott just barely glanced inside and just as suddenly, he flipped the table and got up, completely disgusted.


The father of the child finally got the nerve to confront the Marine. "Hey man, what the Hell is." Scott finished the father's sentence by planting a fist into the side of his head, dropping him to the ground almost instantly. Three larger men stood up just as the manager came to Scott.


Suddenly, someone cried out. "Holy shit, that's a severed head!"

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent Mike Moretti - Section III
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
What the fu...?


The man stole his sandwich...not just some bum on the street, but the psycho marine who went AWOL. The one who he has been searching for just walked in here, harassed the other customers, and ended up blindly eating his sandwich. Not only that, he sat down beside the other marine who Moretti was trying to talk into surrendering without even noticing who they were. The ONI Agent couldn't help but watch, his hand on the holster of his gun, ready to pull it whenever he needed to, and just stared in disbelief. It was like watching something terrible, a train wreck, and one couldn't look away.

He continued to stare at him, eyebrows furrowed slightly when the man finally finished the sandwich and glanced up at him and over at the other marine. When Lugar mentioned that it was awkward, Moretti smiled in a not-so-amused way.

"Yeah," replied the agent, "It most certainly is."

Moretti started to get up, but stopped with he saw a Yanme delivering packages. Frowning at the bug, he watched as it visited someone up at the counter, giving whoever a package, and then headed over to Lugar to give him a package. The agent tensed, starting to slowly pull out his handgun from the holster as the wanted marine pulled out a knife to open the package. He blinked in surprise when the man suddenly flipped the table in disgust as he stood up. Next thing he knows, some man who started to complain to the marine is down on the floor after one punch to the side of his head.

The agent quickly stood, gun drawn in both hands as he held Lugar at gunpoint. "You four! Stay where you are!" He ordered the three larger men and the manager when he saw them out the corner of his eye, while staring at the marine.

"Who the hell are you, buddy?" One of the larger men demanded. "This crazy fuck is messing with people, and what gives you a right to tell us to not do shit? You're not a cop, asshole."

Without looking, he responded in annoyance, "Agent Michelangelo Moretti. Office of Naval Intelligence, and you're interfering in my operation."

Not bothering to wait for any response from the three customers, he called out to the marine after glancing down at what the civilians were freaking out about. Looks like he'll be bringing him in for more than just going AWOL. Great. 

"Private Scott Lugar! You are wanted by the UNSC for desertion. You are under arrest and coming with me!" He shifted around so his back was facing the three angry large men and the manager to keep them from interfering. "Put your weapon down slowly on the ground, hands clasped behind your head and slowly take three steps back and get to your knees. Now!"

[Faclan]

SSA-012, Remnants
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Smack and air extraction?

Clicking happily as the package was taken from her claws Jumps mentally added another shiny chip to the pile her, Zip, and Sparky would need before they could leave. Taking a little hop back since her delivery was complete Jumps looked down at her bag around her neck and shifted through it to see where her other deliveries would be today - but then everything exploded at the small eating hole.

Tabels were flipped, arms flung about, bodies hit the ground, and weapons were quickly drawn. Taking another hop back to be away from the violence Jumps instinctively reached for her holster to grap nothing and hiss in annoyance that they had been disarmed. But soon she didn't care about weapons when the new man in shorts revealed where he was from, the most hated of the hated Human Nests, ONI. Quickly removing the bag from around her neck and past her antenna she hefted it like it as if it was a handbag for the woman bug as she twisted back then swung towards the ONI mans back. The gunshots and woman running past her not as important as the ONI man.

"OII! OII, OI bad!" She chittered as she was swinging, the other two postbugs arriving in the scene once the gunshots started to ring out.

Zip and Sparky were flying past when they heard the gunshots, and quickly dove down to be just outside the doorway as they spotted one of their swarm inside, who seemed to be engaged in combat! But she seemed to be flanking the aggressor and had an ally in the fight so they were fine. The Woman running toward them that looked to be in peril was not however as they both slightly blocked the way away from the café, despite the shots she directed at another human that tried the same inside the café as they fluttered their wings and nodded, Sparky pointing up as the male and female soldier spoke up -  a bit hard to stand with their fractured English but the non verbal messages should help.

"You danger, danger, fly you safe?"

(They helpin ^.^)

[McStubbsberry]

Private Scott Lugar
Vorchus, Knosses
Release the Beast

Scott stood there and stared at the people who were ready to beat him down. The father was still at his feet, the manager was trying to drag him away at this point. After that head in a box trick, the young private's mind went to the moment he became a rouge Marine in the first place. The Elite who tore his sergeant's head off while the rest of his team was disemboweled and brutally murdered. The other private ran past him, but it didn't matter, he couldn't do anything about it anyways. She had no real reason to run away, she murdered a superior from what he understood. I doubt she even saw combat. Scott thought to himself, he hated her. For the first time in a long time, his mind was once again clear, Scott could taste blood, he wanted the pink mist. 


Private Lugar turned back to the ONI agent, "So, will you let me go kill her, or will I have to carve up half of the town to do it?"

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent Mike Moretti - Section III
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Where's a bug spray when you need one...?


He jumped a little, but still kept his eyes and gun on Lugar as Private Sandfields shot down at the floor near his foot before taking off out of the shop.

"Adrianna, wait!" He called out to her, but it was too late, she was gone. "Shit..." He cursed under his breath, and then suddenly felt someone hitting him with some kind of purse.

Moretti quickly glanced, and noticed it was the drone smacking him in the back, and then pushed the alien away from him before backing up a few steps.

"You! Hands up! Down on the floor, asshole!" He yelled at the private as he quickly aimed the gun at the target again, and then at the drone for a brief moment. "Buzz off, you freaking bug, or I'll shoot you." He really didn't want to, would rather handle the two who he was here for, and not some bug getting in his way.

He stood at an angle, aiming at the two, and then one of the large men who he told to keep away moved in to try and grab hold of the Drone; allowing the agent some breathing room to handle Private Lugar, and then go and chase after Private Sandfields...where ever she went. He gave a nod at the large man in a silent thanks, and then took a step closer to Lugar. Frowning in disgust at what the private said as he inched cautiously around him, and pressed the barrel of the handgun against his head, but hard. 

"Keep your hands up! Down on your knees! Now!"

Not even waiting for a response, the agent used his free hand to roughly grabbed the back of the man's shirt as he pressed his boot down against his knee to force him down. Still holding the gun against the AWOL marine's head, he searched him, finding and throwing the knife out of arm's reach of his capture, and then grabbed hold of one of the man's wrist to twist it around behind Lugar's back. Glancing at the severed head again as he holstered his gun to bring out a pair of steel flexi-cuffs, he scoffed, restraining the man's wrist. 

He whispered into his ear, "Heh...who gave you head, huh? Should probably tell whoever sent you it, that's the wrong way to go about it...then again, must be some weird fetish thing you psycho assholes have. Right?" 

He chuckled lightly, sounding amused as well as darkly as he started to reach for the other man's arm to twist it behind his back to finish restraining him. 

[McStubbsberry]

Private Scott Lugar
Vorchus, Knosses
Biding his Time

"I am a psycho asshole, sir, but I don't enjoy that kind of thing. I do enjoy this, though." Scott threw his head back into the agent's face, at the same time ripping his wrist from the man's tight grip. He felt dazed after that, but Scott couldn't sit there and worry about it now. The private lunged to the knife.


The patrons mostly cleared away from Scott, but the waitress, Cindy was well within arms reach. Scott put her between himself and the agent with the knife at her throat and hiding as much of his body behind her. In the process, the private naturally bumped into the table behind him, spilling the tray of drinks all over his backside.

"My balls are wet, you spook! Don't do anything crazy and we'll all be okay," Scott shouted from behind Cindy.

[Faclan]

SSA-012, Remnants
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Up up and away.

After her successful connection, which she was annoyed the evil ONI man wasn't killed by her violent assault Jumps hissed as she was shoved back, nearly letting go of her bag of letter snad packages but she recovered her footing a bit and opened up her wings with a click and flexed out her foot talons, intending on clawing this Human good. But her plans were all for naught when she was grabbed and held from behind, thankfully able to close her wings to avoid damage to them as she started to kick and flail to try and get out of the hold. But the man who grabbed her seemed to know what to do very well as he held her off the ground with her back against his chest so her wings could not open whilst holding her fore arms so all she could so was try to kick. The bag of letters finally falling to the ground as she tried to wriggle her arms that she could only move from the elbow down as she watched the man she gave the package too hold a female at knife point. The foolish male!

"You bad! Bad!" She shouted as she kicked and squirmed. "All bad! Let Queenling go!" Something likely lost from the translation of their language to broken English perhaps.
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Zip and Sparky just simply nodded as their offer was accepted as they each moved to one side of the female Human. Opening their wings they lifted off the ground before gripping her upper arm with both of their feet, locking elbows to stay close together and so the load with be distributed, and were soon lifting off the ground. They had been trained to do this during their Hive training with just one of them, so with both of them working together it was an easy lift as they mostly went straight up until they were out of sight from the window, likely seen but they didn't mind as they nodded down at their Human passenger to the Yanme'e field lift.

"Danger down, where safe, safe?"

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent Mike Moretti - Section III
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
To go Renegade, or go Paragon...wait...


He sneered down at him, slowly bringing his arm around behind his back. 'And here I thought most ONI personnel are appalling fuckers...this guy is the icing on the cake.' He thought, 'What a piece of shit.'

Next, before he could finish restraining the marine, Lugar surprised him with that headbutt; smashing the back of his head against the agent's lower face, mostly getting him in the lower lip and chin.

"Aurgh! Merda in bocca, cazzo puttana!" He shouted, bringing a hand to cover his mouth, his voice muffled somewhat, while trying to keep a good grip around the man's wrist. 

The marine was stronger than he thought, clearly underestimating the man, as he escaped from Moretti's hold. Live and learn, he thought, next time he won't underestimate the bastard. There was a metallic taste when he could feel that his lip was cut from that headbutt, and bruised somewhat. He wiped a bit of the blood away, ignoring the stinging and the soreness for now - He had worse, much worse. His eyes were soon on Lugar, who decided to take someone hostage instead of running out; though, with the crowd, he didn't have anywhere else to go. 

Slowly straightening up as he unholstered his handgun, and held it in both hands as he aimed it at both Cindy and Lugar, and stayed where he was, glaring at him for a long moment, and panted a little as his adrenaline levels were slowly rising. When the waitress started pleading, his expression softened a little, but still held that cold gaze. 

"Cindy, it's okay," he said, "Everything will be okay. Right, Lugar?" He gave him a knowing look. "I've done some crazy things, too, buddy, but taking a hostage? Now that's crazy...desperate crazy." He chuckled a bit. "I mean, I might be crazy...that's debatable, and you know I'm a Spook. I'm sure you've heard stories of people like me. Correct? How some of us will do anything to complete a mission by whatever means necessary." He paused, letting that sink in, and then he went on, "We also were required to take a scaled morality training...you've probably heard of it, I assume? It's no secret. Killing with no regrets...helps on certain missions." It did make it easier for him, but that doesn't mean he enjoys killing anyone. In fact, it's been quite the storm in his head for many years, but he was a professional, trained to keep those emotions inside. 

He smiled, tilting his head a bit. 

"So, you know, that I will do anything to stop you."

[McStubbsberry]

Private Scott Lugar
Vorchus, Knosses
Annnnyyyyythang?!

Scott listened to the usual drone that the agent was going through. Don't hurt the girl, I'm a tool, I'll do anything to stop you. It was a joke. Scott knew better, he wouldn't be getting out of this alive either way, might as well have some fun before everything is taken away from him.

"Is that so, Spook, you'll do anything to stop me? I'll give you two options here, if you go for it, I want your word that you'll follow through. My first demand is simple. Take your pants off. It's a trust thing where I'm from. In my culture, it's good to take your pants off. The other thing, let me go after the girl. I'll only leave a trickle of blood." It was a gamble, but Scott figured he had some good chances. The boy was good on his word at least, his service record up until then should be good enough to back him there. The private was smart enough to realize he probably wouldn't win a fist fight with the agent, but the hostage helps.

"If not, Cindy here will have a nice shave."

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent Mike Moretti - Section III
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
If I have to take my pants off...


He stared at Lugar, deadpan. For several slow seconds, he stood there, gun raised at his target and the hostage, seemingly looking as if he were trying to figure out why the man said what he said, and if he was being serious or not. Then, the agent probably shocked everyone inside the cafe when he suddenly burst out laughing almost hysterically for the next minute or two at what the private asked him to do. Once he slowly calmed down enough, he could finally speak.

"Your culture huh?" He laughed. "You want me to take my pants off? If I have to take my pants off, maybe you and everyone else in here should follow suit, and...we could have a toga party. A nice toga party, like the Romans did. It's part of my culture, after all." Shrugging his shoulders at that, his amused expression faded back into the cold, determine one he had moments ago. 

"How about you let Cindy go, and then I either arrest you and take you in, or I'll just kill you, give my CO's visual confirmation that you're dead since you resisted arrest, and then start looking for the other private who went AWOL...who has also resisted arrest, and I'll probably have to kill her too if she tries to shoot at me again..." A pause as he glanced over at the female drone, and then returned his attention on Lugar. "And the bugs if they get in my way."

[Faclan]

SSA-012, Remnants
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Shouts and deposits.

The male who was holding her had quiet the strong grip, and had she been thinking more clearly she may have tried to fold her legs back to kick him to try and free herself, but it didn't cross her mind as she kept trying to reach the evil ONI man with her foottalons. But he was just out of reach as he seemed to be threatening both the lives of the male who held the female, the female herself, and then her swarm!? Growing and hissing she set up a new bout of wriggels but could do nothing besides that and talk.

"Crazy, unmutual OII! Threaten swarm! Swarm kill! Bad OII!" Probably not the best thing to be shouting when he was armed and she was not but gota claw, gota maim the aggressor...
----
Fluttering happily above the city Zips and Sparky nodded at her request for direction and started to head that direction, though it was a bit slow going as moving forward while staying balanced was a lot more challenging that just going up. They seemed to be able to hold her together fairly well though as they went, a lot of the people who had started to head over when the gunfire started watching them fly away. Some agast, some impressed, and a few children wanting to try but quickly held closly as the situation in the café quickly started to detoriate. Luckily most of the people in the café had left now and were watching from outside.

People would definitely be able to direct the ones inside or the authorities which was the bugs had gone as they started to click back and fourth to each other as they flew, heading toward what looked like an apartment complex. Though all Adrianna would hear was clicks and whistles as they talked.

"Danger to Swarm back there, should go help."

"Help after safe yes, you go help Swarm I keep female safe."

"Agreed, SA-03 will be safe, strong warrior and has ally against evil ONI. Here good."

"Yes, I will find out more info after land, Queen protect you."

As lightly as they could they deposited the female on the roof and let go of her arms, the one of the left clicking and then flying off back toward the café as the other stood beside her and closed up his wings.

"I stay, keep safe, go where?" He clicked slowly, clearly not well versed in English as he looked up at her with a slightly tilted head.

[McStubbsberry]

Private Scott Lugar
Vorchus, Knosses
Laugh? At my CULTURE?!

Scott felt the waitress cease to even try to struggle anymore. Women these days! They have no heart and soul! I would have given it at least five more minutes before I'd give up. Scott suddenly realized that was besides the point. He actually made an ONI spook laugh. The private didn't even think such a thing was possible! As shocking as that was, his ploy to get the agent naked didn't work. Nobody wants to fight a naked man, just isn't pleasant. 


"Laugh now, you pig! But that's my culture you're messing with!" With the knife still gently pressed against Cindy's throat, Scott reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, letting them gingerly fall to the ground and kicked them off from one of his legs like a smart person would do if they were about to run a semi-pantless marathon. It only made sense in Scott's mind. "It's your call, Mr. Angry Pants."

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent Mike Moretti - Section III
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Culture? Seriously? This guy's messed up.


"I'm pretty sure the culture only exists in your warped mind, Private." He slowly shook his head when he noticed the man really was stripping his pants off.

Sighing in annoyance, eyes shifting from Lugar's face to look at Cindy for a second. He was done playing games with the AWOL marine who clearly lost his mind a long time ago. Quite frankly, ONI didn't care if he was able to bring him in alive or not, and the UNSC would kill the man anyway. Now, the private was threatening civilians, and was probably going to end the waitress's life if the field agent continued to dilly dally with Lugar. Talking him down wasn't working at all, and the man wasn't going to surrender, it was clear to him. 

Once more, his eyes darted from the hostage, to Lugar, and then back at the hostage. This was where his morality training came in. 

"Don't move, Cindy,"

He was taking a great risk, hoping she wouldn't move so the bullet would get Lugar first instead of penetrating through her to get to the insane man. He did it anyway, pulling on the trigger and fired. 

[Faclan]

SSA-012, Remnants
Vorchus, Knosses - UNSC-controlled space
Helping!

Quietly seething as she was still held off the ground Jumps had thankfully stop trying to kick and claw both evil males and just hung her legs down as she was forced to watch. But she did occasionally wriggle as the female seemed to be in a great amount of duress as she finally quietly clicked out a few fractured words.

"No hurt...no hurt Queenling. Bad no hurt."

Though she did perk up when one of her Swarm popped up behind the counter, but didn't make any move beside that as not to ruin the element of surprise and just kept watching the evil pants less one. Crazy Unmutual.

----

Giving a last click to her comrade of the Queen as he flew off Sparky turned back to the female they had carried up onto the rooftop and just waited as she seemed to be deciding on what to do. Such indecision was a weakness that an Ultra would drill out of her, but for a flightless one it was to be expected. So to pass the time Sparky crouched down into a more comfortable position and flexed her wings slowly to get the cricks of the flight out of them. She knew that if assistance was needed she would be called, but the two soldiers should be able to handle themselves well enough. Finally the small female made a decision and Sparky nodded as she hopped over to the door and after a quick jerk on the handle found it to be locked. But she just held up a little clawed hand before rooted around in the bag across her chest, a few envelopes spilling out, before she pulled out a thin metal bar. Putting the mail back into the bag she slid the bar into the lock and jimmied it around before shoving it in hard and twisting as the door opened. Clicking happily the bar was removed and stored back in the bag as the bug nodded at her new Human Friend.

"Now us go - Sparky." She said, tapping her carapace as she stood aside to let the Human enter first, they normally liked to be the ones in front.


Zips on the other hand made good time back to the scene of the incident, hovering overhead as he annoyingly found that the entrance was blocked by many Humans trying to look in on what was happening. But unlike the foolish groundlings he had wings, and so it was simple to fly over the cafe and duck down into the alley way behind it. Though he did give a few waves as people called out Zip to him. But now at the back of the cafe he was pleased to find out that the backdoor was unlocked, as a few people had ran from there and left the door open. A few hops had him show up behind the counter and taking in the scene he found before himself.

The bug didn't seem put off by the Human without pants but seeing his comrade wriggling in a Humans grasps and making angry motions at the pantsless one made it clear who the enemy was. Though the one with the gun was getting death glares as well he was further away that the one holding the female. Without a sound to alert the apparent bad one Zip grabbed a hefty but small package, the word's "Hardcover novel; A ODST's Journey and Conquest by Patrik Betial" on the label as the bug threw it at the pantsless mans back.

"Package!"

(So helpful .)

[McStubbsberry]

Private Scott Lugar
Vorchus, Knosses
Tales of our Fathers

Don't move, Cindy? Shit. He's about to shoot!

In a very unlikely turn of events, a hardcover book smacked Scott in the back of his head knocking him over. At the same time, the agent pulled the trigger, accelerating a round out of the barrel towards his face, not exactly an ideal way to end his day. As he was falling forward with Cindy, the round gave him a very close shave, taking a bit of scalp with it.

A burning sensation immediately followed Scott's pleasant landing to the floor, the book gingerly staring at him a meter away. "My father is in that book, Cindy. In case you were wondering. The important thing here, though, is that you shot me! Again!" Scott got back to his feet and touched his head. "Although that will leave a really cool scar. Why am I talking? I was just shot. This is ridiculous." 

It wasn't exactly a surprise to the private that the agent still had the gun pointed at him. It would take an absolute miracle to escape this situation. Definitely not with any dignity since his pants were hanging on one ankle. It was a split decision, but there weren't any other options. Scott was going for the window. He immediately dashed for it, Private Lugar is easily in the best shape of his life right now, but there was no way he'd be able to outrun a bullet now. If his gamble pays off, he'll be through the window in a few moments, if not, he'll have a bullet lodged in the back of his head. Not exactly the best for Scott's well-being, but he wouldn't be surprised either if that were the case. The window was close, but the bang from the handgun would probably be closer.