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here we are again ... [closed]
Who:
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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..
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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..
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All in all, he wasn't expecting any trouble while he was still driving.
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He growls in anticipation, and as soon as he sees York leave the garage, he launches himself at it.
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--Wait, what?
"Son of a bitch!"
He slammed on the brakes, but an object in motion will continue its motion....
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Meta tilts his helmet at York with a low, rumbling growl. Now ...
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"Hell. Not you."
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It's a short movement to plant his feet on solid ground and use his grip on the warthog to hopefully toss it up in York's direction. It's not an easy maneuver, and he's strainign every muscle against the car, but right now it's his best bet.
And that was also about hte most appropriate answer he could give York.
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"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.
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Because he wasn't going to get anything if he hesitated.
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Cover and some fire. Covering fire. Yes.
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"Go away, fuckhead! Not winning any friends this way!"
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Sometime.
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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.
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Damn castle and its damn losses.
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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.
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If anything, it makes him more agitated becuase it reminds him of Delta.
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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.
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Okay, that was rather misleading. He's still moving, but at an alarmingly slow pace; barely inhing forward to a point where it's hardly noticeable. York's overcharged shot had successully sgorted out Meta's temporal enhancement. As long as York didn't get near his fist he'd be fine.
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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.
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"Stay right there, Meta, unless you want another taste of plasma."
Somehow, he has a feeling the Meta won't stop.
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Still, his insanity clouding every other judgement, he struggles to get even one inch closer to Delta.
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He jumps back a little to try to keep far away from the other Freelancer's crawl, aiming carefully and releasing the shot.
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"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."