http://wearethemeta.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] wearethemeta.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-10-12 09:47 am

here we are again ... [closed]

Who: [livejournal.com profile] encryptedlock and [livejournal.com profile] wearethemeta
What: Someone jumps, and someone gets jumped on.
When: Today
Where: Outside Stark's Garage
Rating: PG-13 for violence (and probably language)

Although the castle and its residents had proven interesting distractions for some time, the fact that Delta was here and still not with him never quite left him, and the desire to take him was only just a push away from desperate.

And desperate he'd become.

York had proven elusive much in the past, between remaining in the Tardis, but eventually even he had to break routine. Meta had taken to keeping a close watch, trying to memorize his habits and anticipate where he might get that one little bit of an advantage. When the leaves had first appeared, and he'd heard the reminiscent rumble of Warthog engine, he knew there was one place he hadn't kept as close a watch on as he could have.

So recently, he'd decided to spend some time camped out on Stark's garage, hoping to hear that familiar rumble of the Warthog again. If it was York, he'd get his moment. If not, he'd get some stress relief. Either way, it seemed to be a win win situation for him..
encryptedlock: (check out my ride)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-12 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't that York was being careless, not by any means. He guarded his movements and always made sure he was either within range of backup or in a safe place. The only weakness in this plan was getting from point A to point B - and in a Warthog, he outweighed and outgunned a damn lot of people. Delta had also kept his motion tracker active at all times, but that wasn't as useful as it could be when someone was motionless.

All in all, he wasn't expecting any trouble while he was still driving.
encryptedlock: (designated driver)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-12 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
York reflected on how nice the crisp fall weather was, even if he had to drive through all the leaves. The Warthog was an all-terrain vehicle, after all, and it could handle the deep piles, muddy ground, Freelancers flying through the air at him--

--Wait, what?

"Son of a bitch!"

He slammed on the brakes, but an object in motion will continue its motion....
encryptedlock: (oh shiiiiii)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-12 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Now? No. Not now. Now is York flying out of the Jeep (no seat belts) and barely managing to figure out what's going on. Delta, however, is much faster and activates Tony Stark's backup flight system, helping York stabilize and right himself before quickly landing him upright.

"Hell. Not you."
encryptedlock: (so sneaky I am)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-12 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
York draws his gun and gets ready to fire, but then the Meta throws his car at him.

"What the fuck are you--goddammit!" Dodging dodging dodging. Maine had always been a strong guy, but this was just ridiculous. Going into a crouch-roll, he tosses a grenade - it'll probably miss, but he has to respond to the car the Meta just threw at him.
encryptedlock: (cha cha cha)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-12 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope nope nope all the nope. All of it. The Brute Shot grazes his shields, causing them to flare, but he books it to the other side of the Warthog for cover. Maybe he can get the turret to--no, wrong angle. Or at least use it for cover? Yes. Cover sounds like a good idea.

Cover and some fire. Covering fire. Yes.
encryptedlock: (locked and loaded)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-12 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
York makes an "oof" noise as the Warthog is shoved back against him and decides this would be worth a little fuel expenditure--and the Meta's already seen his flying, so no need to hide it. He crouches and then leaps up, boots burning a bit as he boosts the jump to let himself land on the garage roof.

"Go away, fuckhead! Not winning any friends this way!"
encryptedlock: (creative problem solving)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
York dodges, but not completely--the Brute Shot slams into him butt first, knocking him down a ways and taking out some more shields. Ow.

He recovered enough of his balance to send a few shots the Meta's way, though; as long as he could keep his distance, he had the advantage here. There was something else he could try, too. While the Meta was (hopefully) distracted by the shots, York reached into the tactical hard case Kat gave him for Christmas and pulled out a plasma pistol. If he could overcharge this - and hit the Meta with the shot - it would almost certainly take him down, especially after the shots he'd already taken.
encryptedlock: (is that safe?)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-13 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
York, on the other hand, is thanking the castle for the Meta's loss. He's sure the big Freelancer would have found a rocket launcher by now, if it wasn't for that loss.

Okay, charging, charging...he only had a few shots, if he overloaded the battery like this, and despite many hours of practice York still had very little actual battle experience with plasma weapons. Whether this would work outside the realm of theory was anyone's guess.
encryptedlock: (green light it)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-18 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The time for worrying is over, and York finds a strange calm enveloping him as he carefully aims the pistol and fires. Either it would work or it wouldn't, and he would sorry about it then.

As soon as he lets the shot loose, he jumps and rolls away to the side to dodge. Even if it did work, he still has several hundred pounds of Freelancer and armor headed directly toward him, and nobody wants to be in the way of that.
encryptedlock: (creative problem solving)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-18 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
And unlike Doc, York knows to stay the hell away. Or at least knows that distance is his friend. Too bad his easy getaway car is kind of smoking, or he'd just take that.

As it is? He fires a couple of magnum rounds while the Meta's slowed down. Killing him won't do any good, at least not after the two weeks are up, but if he can disable the Meta enough to capture him--the prisons will have a better chance of holding him, or at least so he hopes. York aims for the knees.
encryptedlock: by <lj site="livejournal.com" user="elenen"> @ <lj site="livejournal.com" user="whyarewehere"> (say that to my face)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-19 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Well, York's glad to know that worked temporarily, at least, and keeps the magnum pointed at the Meta and the plasma pistol ready at his side, just in case.

"Stay right there, Meta, unless you want another taste of plasma."

Somehow, he has a feeling the Meta won't stop.
encryptedlock: (i can do this with one eye closed)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-19 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
No dice, buddy. York switches back to the plasma pistol and begins charging it again. Maybe he can overload the Meta's systems fully with a second shot.

He jumps back a little to try to keep far away from the other Freelancer's crawl, aiming carefully and releasing the shot.
encryptedlock: by <lj site="livejournal.com" user="elenen"> @ <lj site="livejournal.com" user="whyarewehere"> (advice from delta)

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2011-10-19 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
All right. All right, very good. York doesn't want to take any chances, though, and Delta flashes on. If the Meta could move at all, this would be a signal for him to react--one that York hoped he couldn't ignore.

"D, confirm immobility."

"Complying. Agent Maine is in full armor lock. No vitals detected."

--Which didn't mean he was dead, of course, just that he was trapped.

"All right, asshole. You're coming down to a cell before we take you out of lock."