Zompania Draft - The Infiltration [Day 3]

[tearmeanewone]

Who: Thor Odinson, Zuko, Fayt Leingod, Silver, Naru Shikamaru, Rudy Roughnight, Elizabeth, Robert Lutece, Levi, James T. Kirk, Sam Yao, Itachi Uchiha + organized distraction teams
What: THE GREAT BOMB DISARMING
Where: The sub-basement of the Zompania school
Summary: Once the bomb is discovered, a smaller team of Luceti's draftees descend upon it with one goal-- secure and disarm the bomb, or face that creepy staring-thing again. (This wasn't anybody's last day before retiring, right...?)
When: Day 3 of the draft
Rating: Violence and possible torture on Team Capture's end...

((Repost of the Mod Info:

To get to the bomb and disarm it, the team of infiltrators must:

Disable the shield that is around the bomb. The power for the shield is being diverted from Zompania’s barrier.

The bomb is heavily guarded by Shifters and Foot Soldiers, all of whom must be disabled or killed.

Deal with the five cultist “scientists” in the sub-basement, who are integrating the power source they crafted at the altar, using all of those sacrifices. There are several books with them, which contain all of their research. Just stopping the scientists will basically save the day, but you really don’t want to leave what is effectively a nuclear bomb powered by souls just lying around, do you? Of course you don’t.

Disarm/destroy the bomb. How will you do it? Read the schematics? Make the scientists do it? Watch out, one of them might trigger the self-destruct mechanism...



It is ultimately up to the draftees to decide what to do with the bomb, the scientists, and the information they hold. But if they succeed, this changes the course of history. The bomb is not dropped.))

Comments

[misterbrief]

[After a nice argument, he's taken to the air to take out anything that might allow the cultists to drop the bomb on them again. A blue flaming energy aura makes him very visible in the sky, no matter what time of day it is. Ki blasts rain down from him, rocking everything around the target area and destroying whatever ship he's aiming at.

Though he can't do this all the time, sometimes there's others in the area. So he has to land, cursing those who placed themselves in the blast area. From here he has to fight cultists, sometimes with powers and sometimes without, to get to the ship so he can at least take it out without killing other Lucetians in the process.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Fighting like this is different than the Battle Dome simulations. Here, if she passes out, the fighting won't stop. In fact, she'll likely die. It's scary, but that fear and the adrenaline surging through her system are drawing out her saiyan instincts. Those instincts are helping to keep her alive, and now that they're on their third day of fighting, she's adjusted better than most people who'd had a very peaceful childhood and adolescence would have.

She spots her father up in the sky and takes care to fly far out of his prospective blast radius. Not only would she rather fight near him, but up in the sky is where she can be most useful.]

Hey dad.

[misterbrief]

[He finishes completely destroying another docked airship, looking quite pleased. He looks over at the sound of his daughter's voice, and honestly, his first reaction is concern.]

Bulla! ...

[He hasn't seen her since they left from home! He knew she was alive, since he could sense her energy, but still. It's his daughter ;; ]

How have you been faring since our beloved hosts brought us back from the dead?

[fashionably_strong]

Aside from thinking that was just about the creepiest feeling I've ever had in my life? Okay.

[Which is honestly a lot better than she thought she'd be in this situation. She's not an experienced warrior. Nearly all of her fighting experience has been in the Battle Dome or in friendly sparring matches. It's helped, though. Especially fighting in the Battle Dome against the Third Party.

After being stabbed, they'd haunted her nightmares for a while until she trained against them and gained a sense of confidence that she could hold her own against them if need be.]

It's...intense. I've been doing my best to keep up and help everyone. I'm trying not to use up too much ki, so I can give some to any of the healers here.

[misterbrief]

Good. Because we're not out of the woods yet. [Even he can't believe how many cultists they had to deal with already, and the fact that they're still coming.]

I suppose now is as good of a time as ever to get some practice in. Stay with me. We don't need to blast things apart to make them suffer. [And down he floats to one of the docking bays with a lot of airships. There's other Lucetians there, so they couldn't of blasted it anyway.]

[fashionably_strong]

I've been punching them in the wings when I can. Theirs are even bigger than ours, so...makes sense to take advantage of that.

[Bulla follows along and wonders if he's going to show her anything new, or if this will be a review of what she already knows. Either way, there are so many cultists that they're in no danger of running out of foes.]

[misterbrief]

Hah. [Punching them in the wings. He never even thought of that. But then, he's got a sword.]

[He makes sure to land next to one of the airships, around the corner where no cultists were currently.]

Listen, I've got an idea. Let's disable these instead of destroying them. When the time comes, if they think it's still functional, they'll try to use this; and that might buy us some time. And we're going in the back door.

[fashionably_strong]

[Well, she is armed with gauntlets. Adela's made them strong, sturdy, and they fit Bulla's small hands perfectly with just a little bit of room for natural expansion from her body heating up. It makes being punched by the half-saiyan girl that much worse.]

Great idea! Then we can take them by surprise if we need to, as well, because they'll be distracted trying to get the airships to work.

[misterbrief]

[He chuckles softly.] That's right. Why don't I let you do the honors.

[He steps back, gesturing towards the wooden back end of the airship. He figures she can put those gauntlets to more use.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla blinks for a moment and looks at the back of the airship. Wood? Well, that will be much easier to deal with than metal.

Rather than hold her hand in a fist, she extends her fingers in a knife-hand position and stabs the gauntlet through the wood.]

Have you already broken one this way? Should I be pulling out wires or anything?

[misterbrief]

No, you've probably never seen one of these before. They used these on the last draft, you'd think they'd of learned by now. We're going inside. These things can house hundreds of cultists on board, so who knows what we'll discover inside. I've only had the pleasure of being on the top deck before we blew it out of the sky.

[He inclines his head again to the airship.] Go ahead. Create our door.

[fashionably_strong]

[With a loud snapping noise, Bulla tears away a large portion of the wooden paneling. Big enough that she and her father can step in without too much effort. They have to mind where they step because it's not a clean rip and there's sharp wooden pieces jutting upward, but it's not difficult to avoid.]

After you, Dad.

[Bulla motions for him to go in ahead of her with a little smile on her face. She might as well try to keep as positive an outlook as she can manage when they're not right in the thick of fighting.]

[misterbrief]

[He steps confidently in, looking around for a moment to survey the area.]

The coast is clear. Looks like this is one of the storage compartments. But there's nothing in here! But no matter. [He opens up the door leading into the hallway, continuing on.]

[fashionably_strong]

I think if it's empty we should assume that any Third Party cultists we run into will have weapons. Hopefully they won't have any shifters around.

[Those things are a pain to deal with. She's glad she's been training enough to be able to hold her own in a fight and not rely solely on her powers. The shifters might be less common than any other type, but they're difficult.]

[misterbrief]

If I see another spear it'll be too soon. [The wooden hallway is wide, doors leading to other compartments, no windows on the doors. He walks past them, quickly and with a purpose, looking for energy signatures.]

[But there's a click at the back of the hallway, where they had just come from...]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla trusts her father's senses and reflexes enough to know he'll be able to deal with anything that might come his way up ahead. She's ready to back him up as needed (she doubts he'll need much, but a shifter could cause some issues).

The click gets her attention, though, and she glances back to see what might have made that noise.]

[misterbrief]

[He wasn't paying attention to behind them, trying to focus on in front of them.]

What's worse are those blasted elites, if it weren't for the fact that one can feel the vibrations in the air from their invisible blades, they might of been dangerous. That's something we'll work on. [He continues to talk, albeit a little quieter, but he still doesn't sense any energy so he's not really worried about it. He's sure if there were cultists around, he'd be able to sense them.]

[After the click, there's a creaking noise, though nothing down the hall seems to be moving.]

[fashionably_strong]

[It's enough to get Bulla's attention, especially since there doesn't seem to be any cultists right up ahead. She moves closer to her father and speaks in a hushed tone.]

Dad, did you hear that? I just heard a click and a creak. I don't see anyone, but...

[She's got a bad feeling about it anyway, although maybe it's just that she's jumpy. She hasn't seen that many real battles, after all.]

[misterbrief]

[He looks behind him, shutting his mouth and listening. He doesn't hear anything, not a peep.]

Where.

[It's the only thing he says, quietly. No need to speak more than necessary.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla points to where they just came from. If he's keeping the words to a minimum, so will she. Instead, she starts forming a small ki blast in her hand and gives him a questioning look as if to ask Should I shoot this down the hall and see what happens?.

There wasn't a lot of power in it - the blast would be small, concentrated, and not travel much further than their original entrance. But it would surely hurt if there was something there.]

[misterbrief]

[He waves his hand, signaling her to stop. As much as he'd love for her to blow the back of the entire ship up, it might signal more cultists, and with a blast like that? Might signal a shifter too, and that's not what they need.

Instead, he starts down the hall, back from where they came from. He can hear something now too. Something rustling in one of the compartments.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla lets ki fade, instead bringing her hands up into a guarded stance as she follows behind him. If there's any invisible blades, she wants to be able to shield her vital organs with her gauntlets.]

[misterbrief]

[He moves to the other side of the door, that's slightly ajar, giving his daughter a nod. This is where he heard the noise from, so he places his hand on the door and opens it...

To another empty room. He looks angry and confused, stepping inside to get a good look.]

Nothing. Not a darn thing. [Maybe he really is getting old, he thinks. But the door behind them is slightly open as well...]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla cautiously peeks into the door that's slightly open, keeping one hand up to block anything that might come her way. Maybe she's just getting jumpy and it was just nothing, but she doesn't want to take chances.]

[misterbrief]

[When she peeks in the door, the light from the hallway reveals only half of a face staring right back at her. It goes to try to grab her hand that she's keeping up, trying to drag her inside!]