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alphalogs2016-09-18 09:36 am
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- allison argent [teen wolf],
- barry allen [the flash],
- buffy summers [btvs],
- cisco ramon [the flash],
- gracie cannell [original],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- jack harkness [torchwood],
- katniss everdeen [the hunger games],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- matt murdock [daredevil],
- natasha romanoff [mcu],
- parker [leverage],
- tony stark [mcu],
- ~inactive: caitlin snow [the flash]
Daycycle 108 [ September 18 - September 24 ]
daycycle 108
[Sept 18 - Sept 24]
Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
There is no Mission assigned to any Specials today.
Morning & Afternoon [0900 - 1600] — Service Firm Positions
All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties, unless specifically assigned a different shift.
Death Leopard is back! After nearly having nearly all of it's members hunted down and exterminated after the parade fiasco a few months ago, new leadership has arisen within the secret society and has been secretly recruiting new members hellbent on destruction for destruction's sake. A large number of Death Leopard members work within the Armed Services divison and at approximately 1400 today, a large shipment of weapons will be stolen.
At 1500 Death Leopard members stationed throughout Alpha will cause utter chaos by careening through Alpha in stolen motor cars, blaring loud music and shooting up the place. For the most part, they are not aiming for people, but their goal is to accomplish as much property damage as possible and announce their return. They do not, however, have any qualms at shooting officials clearance level YELLOW or higher. They have several grenades that they will use throughout their reign of terror, tossing them at random store fronts and service firms.
All Troubleshooters will be called on to stop them by any means necessary.
It will later be discovered that during this show of blatant disregard for Alpha Citizen Life, two more shipments of weapons were stolen.
Evening [1600 - 2200] — Citizen Improvement
All Alpha citizens are encouraged to better themselves through Alpha’s wide variety of educational, entertainment and cultural opportunities offered each evening. Attending these sanctioned events are not mandatory, but is highly encouraged by The Computer. Citizens choosing not to take advantage of these opportunities, have a growing number of other options available to them in how to spend their hard earned credits and free time.
Tonight’s event will be at 1700 in Meeting Room F, Wagon Wheel Floor 27 and will be hosted by the Volunteer Form Checkers. Help Alpha Complex by volunteering your time to check forms this evening as the scanners in the Housing, Planning & Development sector is down.
Alpha Curfew Restrictions
All Alpha citizens should be in their quarters within the Wagon Wheel by 2200, unless they’ve been given permission from a GREEN or higher clearance level citizen. Sleeping Aid gas is dispelled each night in the Wagon Wheel at 2200 to assist citizens in getting a productive sleeping period.
Confession Booths
There are hundreds of confession booths available around Alpha Complex if a citizen would like to communicate directly with the computer. Please use these confession booths to report mission statuses, report treason or terrorist acts, unregistered mutants, confess your trespasses against Alpha Complex, request propaganda or speak with Your Friend, The Computer, at any time.
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“Well, Barry, you’re in luck,” she continues in English as she checks her own blaster, her eyes moving around the corner of the wall for a split second before she looks back at him. “Your highest chance of survival with anyone else is roughly around twelve percent. With me, you’ve got a solid forty-“ Natasha stops abruptly to wince when she hears a blaster shot clip the wall they’re hiding behind “-a solid thirty five percent.”
She makes her move, waiting for a lapse in fire before turning the corner and getting off a few blasts of her own, but it’s mostly just so she can scope out the position of enemy fire. She doesn’t have as long as she had hoped; there isn’t much need for downtime when they don’t have to reload. She quickly moves back behind the wall, back pressed flatly against it, and she presses her lips together with uncertainty before turning her head and looking at Barry completely.
“Okay, new plan,” she begins with a tone that mixes both casual passiveness and mild concern. “There’s a straggler parted from the rest of the group, he’s a good fifteen feet away from them and he’s got a nice gun. We could really use a nice gun right now. So.” Natasha holds her blaster out to Barry. “I’m going to run out there and take his gun. And you’re going to cover me to make sure that I don’t end up with a hole in my head. It’s like a game. It’s called ‘don’t let your new best friend get shot’, alright? Really easy. Rules are in the title.” Her other hand moves to clap Barry on the shoulder with a little squeeze as she holds his gaze. “Try your best. If you mess up I’ll probably die but, you know. Just try your best.”
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He winces as a piece of the wall they're lying behind goes flying as a result of a well placed blast. "Thirty-five?" he repeats, his voice slightly higher than it probably should be. He licks his lips and nods. "Well, that's not terrible."
He takes in a deep breath and scans for a new place to run for a better vantage point behind them. They need to get to higher ground if they can. Higher ground with cover, but before he can suggest it, she's offering up another plan. Who is this woman?
He stares at the blaster for a moment before looking back at her. "Are you sure? Maybe I should make a run for him." It's clear by the way she's handled herself so far that she's got some kind of military or police training. He has enough confidence in her ability to shoot to be willing to chance it. And he might not have his speed, but if there's anything he knows how to do by now, it's make a run for it.
He's not amused by her joke at the end. He doesn't want anyone to die in this scenario, but especially someone he just met. "Right, no pressure."
He sets down his gun down and crouches. "I can get him," he says looking over at her with determination. "I'm fast and I like nice guns." He's actually not a fan, but he knows how to use them when he needs to. More importantly, he knows what kind of damage they can do in close proximity. He doesn't feel comfortable asking someone else to take that risk. "Cover me."
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She stares at him for a few lingering seconds, the blaster back in her hand as he positions himself with a promise that he's 'fast', and in any other situation Natasha would most likely argue with the man and tell him to sit his Book Of Mormon Broadway butt back down. She stops herself, though, because the look in his eye isn't fear, it's determination, and people who can look into this situation with determination have seen equal, or worse, many times before. She can't help but crack a smile.
"Looks like Barry is full of surprises." She moves, then, to get into position so she can fire as soon as he takes off. "Hey. If we don't bleed out by the end of this, I'm going to buy you a drink. I swear it's going to be the best damn drink you've ever had, just don't do anything stupid out there and you'll get it, alright? You're twenty one, right?" She looks at him suddenly with a side glance before looking back. "...Just kidding, of course you are."
She doesn't sound certain.
"In position."
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Why does everyone ask him that? He knows he looks young for his age but... His thoughts are stopped by another round of fire and he gets his head back in the game. "I'm twenty-one," he assures her, looking over at her one last time. "And if we get through this, you owe me another drink for that."
He sucks in a deep breath and then he's off like a shot. It still feels like slow motion to someone who is used to going at mach speeds, but he gets lucky with the fact that the guy isn't looking in his direction and Natasha works fast to distract them. It feels like an eternity for Barry to actually get to the guy, which he slams into with all his weight. It's not much, but it's enough to knock the guy off his feet. Barry scrambles for the weapon the other man dropped in the scuffle and is rewarded with an elbow to the head that makes him see stars. Still, his fingers brush the barrel of the gun, just as the other man manages to get out from underneath him. Barry rolls towards the gun and holds it up at the man, just in time to discover he has another, smaller gun he's produced from nowhere and is pointing it at Barry.
He probably should've seen that coming. Oliver would've.
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There are several targets that start to take aim at Barry and the only reason Natasha is able to split her attention between all of them is because she's been trained to do so. Suppressing fire is easy enough, and Natasha keeps her shots steady as she also tries to keep her attention on Barry to make sure that he reaches his goal and he does, but it doesn't go nearly as well as they plan. He gets hit in the head and he takes it like a champ, but by the time he's on his back with the gun in his hold the maniac is pointing another one, and they've got themselves an old fashioned stand-off.
The issue with a stand-off, though, is that someone who's willing to drive around throwing grenades at innocent people for the hell of it most likely won't stand down in fear of getting shot. She sure as hell can't shoot him effectively from this distance, not with a RED barrel, anyway.
Natasha releases a low, exasperated sigh - why can't anything be easy - before she sprints herself. She's not wearing the bulky riot gear that's provided to them and that certainly helps with the speed, but not with protection. She has no cover, she fully expects to get shot and it's just a question as to where, so she's careful to make sure her side is facing the active enemy to lessen her risk of losing a vital organ. She's just about to drop when she feels a searing pain erupt from her shoulder.
She drops anyway, falling into a slide with an extended leg to kick the man hovering over Barry in the back of the knee, her useless blaster still strapped to her hip. She's on top of him before he can flip over, her elbow crashing into the back of his head and knocking him out before she grabs the gun that he had pulled on Allen with her good arm; her left. "Enough." She sounds angry because she is - Natasha has no idea what clearance barrel she was shot with but it hurts, and the only thing she's sure about is that the heat of the plasma was so intense it cauterized the wound as soon as it made it.
She doesn't stop moving, standing from her spot on the unconscious man with fluidity before pointing the gun with her non dominant hand and firing two shots; one hits a man in the torso, the other hits a different target directly in the groin. She's pretty sure that he's the one that shot her.
Taking advantage of the lull in fire she drops again, now taking cover behind the wrecked vehicle that had crashed, and she hisses through her teeth before dropping her new gun to unzip her jumpsuit. She pulls it down halfway on one side to see the damage done to her shoulder. It doesn't look good. "There's two more," she informs Barry, finally turning her head to look at him. She reaches out with her good arm and grabs his jaw, turning his head so she can see where he got bashed with an elbow. "That's going to bruise, you'll be alright. Your vision still good? I need to you take down the last two, I have to look at this." And make sure melted pieces of plastic jumpsuit didn't get fused into the wound, but that's a little more morbid than she thinks Barry has to hear.
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He glances over at her as she begins unzipping her jumpsuit, his mouth going dry until he sees the nasty shot in her shoulder. It looks bad. There's no doubt that she got it coming after him. He raises his eyebrows in surprise when she's inspecting his own injury, a bruise when she just got shot.
"I'm okay," he assures her. His vision is clear, even if his head is pounding. He grips the barrel a little more tightly. He can hear shots hitting the other side of the truck and nods at her before moving to the edge. He shoots and misses the first man by a few inches, but he doesn't make the mistake again. He's not crazy about guns, but he aims for the knees and watches them fall before turning back to Natasha. He tries not to think what laser beams do to muscle and bone rather than bullets.
"Are you okay?" It's pretty clear by that wound she isn't. "Get in the truck. I'll take you to medical."