h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*Plugs his Wrist-CPU into the roof's door lock, and checks the mainframe.*
[Marshal] Hmm... they're here alright.
*Inputs the lock code. The door swings open, and Marshal steps into the Lab. Red lights flash on the walls, and alarms wail. Marshal ignores them. Whoever's in this place, they didn't count on a VIPER...*

*Craxus already has out his Tribarrel handguns and takes aim.*

I'm ready when you are Terran

*Craxus gives an evil grin.*

*Jade runs in clad in her punk ninja gear and throws a pint of in the general direction of Ranmfreak (sp?)'s face, fervently hoping that the glass will smash somewhere near it and he'll her shrapnel in his face and /she'll end up with a bloody bounty/.*

Jade: Someone said they needed help? Oh, and Terran dear, put that thing down, you're going to put someone's eye out.

*Marshal finds a handy computer terminal. A few moments later, he has control of the communications systems. He activates the speakers, so the intruders can hear. He speaks in a soft, femenine voice, sounding like an automated recording.*
[Marshal] Welcome guests. This facility is currently experiencing a security lockdown. Please remain calm, until the situation returns to normal. For your benefit and convenience, air supply to the sealed areas is now being terminated. Thankyou.
*Marshal attempts to access the air systems, but they are totally locked down, and practically un-hackable.*
[Marshal] Damn! Ah well, that'll scare them at least...
*Heads for the door, to find an opponent.*

To Jade: I'm glad you showed up...

*Craxus walks over to a plug in the wall and takes a cord and puts it in it. Then he takes the other plug on the cord and puts it in his neck port. Seconds later his eyes lids close and he begins to hack the systems of the research center.*

I'll see if I can open these doors. While I'm doing this keep an eye on that Ranmafreak.

*Craxus looks up in suprise; someone is hacking the door from the far side... The door slides open, and a figure, dressed in camo pants, a pale green T-shirt, and pistol webbing is standing on the far side.*
[Quicksilver] Yo! Need some help? ^


^ = Any member of the "Good Guys" would recognise that Quicksilver is actually Marshal. However, as the Bad Guys don't...

Jade: I'll help you with a jump kick to the head, if that's what you want... *She assumes the "snake darts out tongue" fighting stance* let's go, boyo. Booya.

*Quicksilver holds his hands wide. There's a Guard issue Glock 19 in each.*
[Quicksilver] Hey! Chill babe! I'm here ta' help ya'! For one thing, there's some bad ass dude around here... Dunno where he is, but he killed all my buddies... all twenty of 'em! I only survived 'coz I got skills. Skills that might keep you alive...
*Quicksilver's voice is young and cocky, like much about him. The accent is American, but there's a hint in his voice that suggests he isn't as brave as he makes out...*

*Craxus points his gun at Quicksilver and holding one at Ranmafreak. I don't quite trust you yet. Right now i'm with Jade's idea. Give him what he deserves, Jade.

[Quicksilver] Fine...
*Quicksilver /moves/ Craxus doesn't even see him take the gun from his hand. Next thing he knows, someone has a weapon, possibly his own, pressed hard against the base of his skull. This guy's smart. If Craxus tried to move, he'd almost certainly get himself shot. Another gun is levelled at Jade.*
[Marshal] The name's Marshal. This is how it's going to be. You're going to let whoever you're toying with there go, then you'll put all of your weapons on the floor, then you'll come with me. Questions?
*Marshal stared hard into Jade's eyes. He knew there was a third somewhere, he just prayed he could pull this off before they showed up...*

Hmmm.... You may want to know that since you took MY weapon that you have about 5 seconds to get rid of it. See my weapon is coded to my DNA and if someone other than myself touches it well then there arm will be electricuted and immoblized for a day. So i suggest you put it down before you do any harm to yourself.

Invalid user........ 5 seconds till termination...........

*Craxus still has his gun pointed at Ranmafreak to prevent him from doing anything.*

* MaW scowls *

Next time you open a door someone's trying to cut through from the other side, give them some warning would you? I nearly sliced your leg off.

* he ponders for a moment *

I might do that anyway, but I prefer to make sure it's justified before I do things like that.

[Marshal] Fair enough...
*There is a millisecond release of pressure, and another gun is against his head. His own weapon is flying out the door...*
[Marshal] you forgot the Glocks...

*Waves to MaW.*

Hiya, we have a little problem got this here person named Marshal with my gun. And he claims that he wants our weapons on the ground or he's going to blow my head away.... well at least that i mean.

*Craxus becomes a blur and moves so fast that he does a leg swipe on Marshal. In that split second of movement Craxus swings his tribarrel gun over at Marshal.*

Please don't move I dont want to be tempted.

[Marshal] If it makes you feel any better, I won't take pleasure from it... I'm here as a Mercenary. Nothing more. Now, I notice the floor is still devoid of weaponry...
*Fires a round at Jade, barely missing her head.*
[Marshal] That's your warning. Next one's for real.

D'oh! Simulposting. Ignore my last one.

*Marshal stares at Craxus.*
[Marshal] Not bad.
*Craxus feels contact against his groin. A pistol is shoved hard into his personal space...*
[Marshal] Do you have anything there to stop a .50 Cal round? I'm getting paid to do this. If I wasn't, you'd be dead by know...

Oh

*Craxus twists his knees hitting Marshal's hand with the gun in it.*

*Marshal rolls, smacking Craxus in the temple with a blow that nearly knocks him out. Marshal recovers his gun, and backs off to a safe distance.*
[Marshal] Now what? Gunfight, maybe? I wouldn't. I outclass you in that department...
*Marshal shoot Craxus' gun, knocking it out of his hands. Three more shots send the weapon skipping and sliding downthe hall, well out of reach.*
[Marshal] Now, you want to play nice yet?

*fires his gun just above Marshall's head and points it towards him*

Okay, let us out.