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The Fallout Games; Act III
Topic Started: Mar 12 2012, 06:02 PM (34,687 Views)
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[Conference Room C6]

As Nanami started to drift in and out of consciousness, she started to think about him. The boy she loved. The boy who had been taken from her by Gallic and his Enclave.

She wondered what he would say if he could see her now…

“How come you’re lying there? It doesn’t look very comfortable.”

“I’m dying.” Nanami replied. “It’s not supposed to be comfortable.”

“You shouldn’t die yet, Nami. You’re too important to do. The rebels need you. All the people wanting to see the Enclave fall, hoping for a better tomorrow… they need you.”

“… I can’t help them… I failed. I tried to kill him… I tried to avenge you… I can’t.” Nanami muttered.

“That’s your problem, you big dummy.” He teased her. “You aren’t supposed to do this for me. You aren’t supposed to do this for revenge… you’re supposed to be fighting to end tyranny. To save Panem… you need to let go of me.”

“No.”

“You have to, Nami. I’m dead, remember?”

“No… I can’t… revenge is all I have… I have nothing else… no one else…” Nanami lamented.

“So find someone else. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, Nami. You can’t keep pining over a dead boy. Necrophilia isn’t a very attractive prospect, you know.”

“Shut up…” Nanami growled.

“You have to survive, Nanami… but survival isn’t enough. You can’t JUST survive… you have to LIVE. You have to live again… you have to find some reason to live besides how much you hate your father.”

“He’s not my father.” Nanami interjected. “He can’t be.”

“… I hate to say it, but it makes sense, Nami. You know it does. Did you forget that fireball you used? You didn’t imagine that from blood loss. He is your father.”

“No.” Nanami growled.

“Don Gallic is you father.”

“Stop it.” Nanami begged.

“You have to accept it. You have to accept that Gallic is your father… and you have to accept that I am dead. Until you can come to terms with reality, you will never move on… and until you move on, you will never be able to defeat him. You can’t expect to win a fight to the death, if you keep wishing you were dead.”

“I am dead.”

“No, Nami, you aren’t. You need to survive. You can’t die yet.”

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-Conference Room C6-

Gallic had shown Nanami much patience. Of course, she was his daughter. Lavan was most decidedly not.

“Fine then...I gave you a chance,” Gallic shrugged. His telekinesis wrapped itself around him, focusing itself. “I can't really have you running around. You are too much of a liability otherwise.”

His second sword flew upwards from the ground where he left it, suddenly flying at Lavan!
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Unfortunately for Gallic, Lavan had prepared. Oh, how he prepared for infiltrating one of the most guarded places on the planet, where soldiers in power armor walked. Though the majority of his pack of surprises was destroyed, his primary tricks still survived. Especially the two wrapped objects. So when a blade came at him, his hand suddenly snapped up to grab at one of the packages, ripped it off his back and in a flash of red light, the blade that was flying at him was transformed into a molten hunk of metal that was flying to one side.

Instead, in Lavan's hand was a blade. A blade with a glowing red edge, but no other features were visible because of the covering still over the majority of the blade.

Suddenly, the boy rushed forward, timing his approach carefully, watching very carefully for Gallic's motions.

He was quick. But Gallic was far more experienced. The man could, and probably would, simply guide Lavan's strike and then behead the boy...
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Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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-Conference Room C6-

Gallic frowned as Lavan knocked his blade away, turning it into a hunk of melted metal.

He stood carefully, watching Lavan's movements as Lavan did the same. He gripped second blade carefully, watching...

Gallic then suddenly darted forward, using his own telekinesis to push his body faster then a human could, swiping his sword around, attempting to take Lavan's head off!
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Gallic's strike was decisive. It was precise, strong, and powerful, guided by years of experience and training. It was a perfect beheading.

It was exactly what Lavan wanted the man to do. And as the blade passed through the boy's neck, the next few seconds literally exploded into many things at once.

The first, the entire room suddenly combusted, key points around the room erupting into flames, the sound of muted explosions following every single one, the combined force and heat of all of them washing through the area and ridding the area of any sort of ice and water, leaving behind a heavy steam that began to obscure vision. This, combined with a sudden black smoke that erupted along with the flames limited visibility.

Before Gallic could even formulate a proper response (a telekinetic burst to help with visibility, for instance), the sword that he struck with exploded without any warning. And it was not an explosion of flames, but instead an explosion of force, like a grenade going off on his hand, shattering the blade and sending bits of metal everywhere. Gallic, however, was in the direct path between the blade and Nanami, thus protecting the girl completely from the metallic shrapnel.

And then, as the man's ears rang from the sound of the point-blank explosion, Lavan came out of nowhere, his neck glowing a bright red and surrounded by a ring of flames, his own swords crossed in front of him performing a perfect scissor strike! He was too close. and in mid-leap. It was either dodge, try to block a blade that hasn't even been seen yet, or perhaps a telekinetic trick...
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~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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-Conference Room C6-

The sword in his hand exploded. Thankfully Gallic had been keeping a telekinetic barrier around himself, protecting most him, but his right hand was in shambles, having been holding the blade.

He stumbled slightly, scowling as his hand healed, beginning to reform.

Gallic spun towards Lavan as he came at him, glaring at the red haired boy. His telekinesis flowed forward, creating a barrier to block Lavan's strike!
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Gallic was quick enough to realize what was happening. That was good. That was perfect in fact, and Lavan almost sent a prayer skyward for making his plan go according to... Well, plan.

As Gallic sent out a wave of telekinetic force, another explosion went off, but this one was on Lavan's ankles, throwing them high into the air and over the telekinetic wave. He twisted the handles of whatever it is that he was holding and let go, letting the force of the blast at his ankles throw him completely over Gallic, while the wave continued and struck the two wrapped swords that were now in mid-air. The wave impacted with both...
But instead of flying off in a random direction, both detonated, and these were not your average detonations.

They went off like a pair of plasma grenades, spraying supercharged matter in every direction. By the time the detonation happened, Lavan was already behind the telekinetic wave and over Gallic, protected from the blast by the man's own powers. As the swords exploded into a pair of ridiculously bright flashes, Lavan landed on the ground, and his feet erupted in flame, forcing him to surge forward along the ground as though he was skating.

He held out both hands, scooping up the non-responsive body in his path and shot towards a wall where the final burst of flame flashed, ripping a molten hole in the wall as Lavan fire-skated right through the burning wall of fire between him and the hole, bursting through and turning to the side, flying along a hallway. His back burst into a pair of brilling, burning wings, accelerating his skating like rocket propellant.

And now, he focused completely on tracking a path along the hallways. He was surrounded by a burning corona and moving too fast for reactions to kick in, so he had to sense by heat. He needed to get out of Gallic's reach, somewhere where they could be safe for just a few moments so he could patch up the girl...
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~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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[Conference Room C6]

Nanami was barely conscious. She opened her eyes, trying to get the metallic taste of blood out of her mouth. She looked up at the man carrying her, and her weary heart skipped a beat.

“… is that you…?”

Nanami was too out of it to think, or even see well, but she saw a tall, muscular redhead and it reminded her entirely too much of her dead boyfriend, who may or may not be named James Horton. Or Zod. Or Doctor House.

She then collapsed again. Getting Lavan covered in blood.
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Gallic...frowned. Thankfully he had still protected himself, but the explosion still left him weary, and he couldn't react in time as Lavan grabbed Nanami and sped off.

His right hand finished healing. He could attempt to chase after them...but he didn't straightening the tie on his suit, despite most of it having been burned or cut from earlier, revealing the combat suit beneath.

“It doesn't matter...She knows now, the truth...” he said to himself idly, “And she'll be back.”

He pulled out a communicator, turning it on, “Claire, Nanami got away. The suspected pyro took her. Best laid plans I suppose.”

“Do you want me to send a squad to stop them?” Claire asked.

“No, no, let them go,” Gallic said, “But see about getting a call from Autumn. I want to talk to him...”
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[Enclave Senate Hallway]

General Augustus Autumn was walking down the hall of the Enclave Senate building, speaking with one of the older and more influential Senators.

“Surely you must agree, this is the single greatest threat to the Enclave since its inception.” Autumn said as they walked down the marble hallways. “The attack on the Hunger Games, the disruption of our tradition and the murder of soldiers is nothing if not an act of war. The rebels crossed a line… we must declare this a war.”

The Senator tapped his chin as they passed by a portrait of Autumn’s grandfather, the first President of the Enclave.

“… You may have a convincing case, General… but declaring a war is a job for President Gallic. It is his call, not ours.” The Senator shook his head.

“He won’t do it. Declaring a war greatly expanding the power of my office, and Gallic is afraid—”

“That you will try a power play?” The Senator interrupted. “You’re trying to go behind his back… it seems like you ARE trying to usurp power. It’s no secret that you and the President don’t see eye to eye on much of anything.”

Autumn shook his head. “My loyalties are to the Enclave. The Enclave that the Autumn family helped found, and has helped protect all these years… yes, Mr. Senator, you’re right. Perhaps I do think I need more power… but only to protect the Enclave I love so very much.”

“General…” The Senator began.

“Mr. Senator! The Rebels struck at the Hunger Games arena! They used Vertibirds, no doubt supplied by the N.C.R.! The NCR, who as you well know has nuclear weapons. The rebels have gone from being a minor annoyance to being an actual threat to the future of the Enclave! I will not stand by and do nothing as my family’s legacy burns!”

He was shouting too loud for a man standing in the Senate.

“… General, I understand your concern. I really do. I even share your concern in many regards. However, I have faith that President Gallic has a plan. I suggest you take your request to him.”

Autumn growled, and turned, rushing off… until an assistant approached him and told him that Gallic wanted him on the phone.

“Oh, lovely. Just what I needed.” Autumn complained. He headed off to his office, to make the call…
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It was hard for him to keep track of their progress. More than once, Lavan had to slow down for sharp turns, but mostly kept as close to his maximum speed as he could, shooting by Enclave soldiers, patrols, personnel, guards, machines, turrets, everything. More than once, he had been shot at, but always seemed to avoid the worst of the damage, currently sporting only a slight plasma burn and a scrape across his right knee by a stray bullet.

Finally, after what seemed like ages of flight, he saw a relatively big metallic door and slammed into it, blasting right through its lock and into some sort of control room.

As Enclave soldiers and some guy in uniform turned to watch in horrified surprise, Lavan flooded the room with fire, cooking the man and the two Enclave guards within their armor. He then slammed the door closed and let the heat seep back into him.

For now, he was safe. They were safe.

He lay the girl down on the ground and immediately started scouring her for wounds... And frowned as he looked. That was too much for him to handle.

But he could help somehow. Without any pretense of modesty or propriety he ripped through her outfit, leaving her wounds completely exposed and using the cloth gained from the process as bandages, soaking them through with alcohol from the bottle first. Then, after he was done binding the worst of her cuts and slashes (and treating a few burn marks by applying a specific salve that he ALWAYS carried with him), he walked over to one of the Enclave suits, melting through the armor to their internal parts and retrieving the healing stimulant from their internal jet injector and using the remains of the liquid still in the vial to soak the bandages right over the wounds.

That would have to do until he could bring her to proper facilities. Now...

What to do, what to do... He needed to get out of here, and he lost his tank. He needed another tank...

No, he couldn't do that, the girl couldn't stand the heat like he could. Without his resistance, the same tank plan wouldn't work. He needed something else. He needed...

A plan began to form in his head, and he smirked widely...
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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[Enclave Holding Facility]

Nanami slowly started to come around as several of her wounds were dressed, and she grunted in pain as the alcohol came into contact with the cuts and bruises. It was a different kind of pain than what she had felt in the past… it was the kind of pain that came along with getting better.

Someone was treating her wounds. She was vaguely aware of that. She opened her eyes a little and saw the redheaded man… was it him? Could it possibly be the man she loved?

“You…”

It wasn’t, of course. The man she loved had died a long time ago. Murdered by her own hand. Murdered because she had to protect herself.

“… Who… are you…”
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Lavan was in the process of dressing the last of the girl's wounds and wiping the last of the blood off her face when she began to wake up. That by itself raised his estimation of the girl by quite a few notches.

"You're awake. That is... Surprising to say the least. You're tough, gotta hand you that... Still, don't move around too much. The bindings hold for now, but it's not permanent. You won't be able to fight for a while, so keep still, will ya? I'll try to get you out of here and into medical hands as soon as I can."

He went in with the treatment, pulling the injector from the second armor suit and spread the remains in the vial over the last of the bandages, wrapping them tightly over the last wound he uncovered.

"Alright, that should do it for now. Awake? Eyesight blurry, no? See my hair alright? How is it, by the way, all vanity excluded? Red, blue? Yellow? Aquamarine? If you say it's green, I will throw a tantrum."

He grinned brightly, settling down next to the girl and pulling things from his belt as he began to tie things together into something like a tight ball.
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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[Enclave Holding Facility: Control Room]

Nanami was still only just barely awake. She had lost a LOT of blood, and was extremely lightheaded. She couldn’t have argued with his command to stay still if she wanted to. She likely couldn’t even stand up, and if she could, she would only get two steps before falling on her face.

“You…” She looked at him, trying to focus her vision. His hair was the same shade of red, and had a similar style… but it wasn’t him. His face was all different, his nose was too broad and his cheeks too thin.

“… you’re not him… he’s dead…”

'and I’m not' Nanami realized. She was alive. Despite the odds, and despite her own wishes, she was alive! Although if there was a chance of living without having to live as Gallic – as her father’s puppet, she would take it.

After all, she still had to kill him.

“… Gallic… is he… alive?” Nanami asked, wondering if perhaps by some miracle this boy had robbed her of her chance to kill him.
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Lavan nodded somewhat eagerly.

"Yes, I am not "him", whoever that is. And I sure do hope it's not a name, because that would just be strange. Not like I'm anyone to talk about strangeness, but..."

He let out a sigh, quieting down before nodding once.

"Yeah, despite my best efforts to the contrary, Donald Gally's still alive. Pfft... Heeheee... Donald Gally... Talk about duck lips on steroids! Anyways, don't you worry, little lady, you still have a shot at feeding him his own family jewels."

He looked over at the girl, then began to thoroughly check the bindings to make sure none of them slipped during their short conversation. The initial inspection yielded the fact that one of the knots was slipping, and he retied the soaked cloth a little more carefully, making sure it wouldn't slip this time. Once he pulled away, he suddenly invaded Nanami's personal space in front of her face, his own mug just inches away from hers, eyes squinted.

"... Yep. Don't see it."

He leaned away.

"Right! My name. Strudel von Wildebeast the Twenty-First, at your service. But you can just call me Phoenix, if you prefer."
Edited by HellAvatar, Dec 28 2012, 11:10 AM.
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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