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#11710902 Nov 03, 2015 at 06:58 PM · Edited over 1 year ago
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The hallway beyond was short and ended in a flight of stairs leading up to what could only be described as a lobby of some sort. In a lot of ways it mimicked a landing pad of some kind, thanks largely in part to the lone, unobtrusive staircase that Whisper was currently occupying. To Whisper's left and right were two archways that appeared to lead into a portion of the command center that took up a majority of the cradle's top floor. However, unlike the sections of the cradle below, these quads didn't seem to be dedicated to any particular function. More than likely it was all constructed simply for the sake of efficiency, with the lobby in the middle acting as a nexus point for all of the command center's personnel.

At least that's the impression that Whisper would get, seeing as how it was as active as a New York City intersection at rush hour! Soldiers and other people in uniform of both genders and a variety of races were going back and forth, often at a jog. There was no way that the pride of the Diamond Dogs could get through there undetected. Not without a disguise or some distraction, anyway. Thankfully there was enough of a lip between the stairs and the landing that she could peek over without being spotted; but that would do her little good if someone sent a team to investigate the situation below.

Suddenly...

Cue: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSP_n_BIe0w

"Status." Dalton's voice said, loud and clear in Whisper's ear. She could still hear the sounds of an intense firefight raging in the background, but there was something different about it. It seemed more... muffled than it had been before. Maybe they were forced to retreat back into the tree line? That must be it. After all, it would have been impossible to hold their particular position forever -- especially if enemy reinforcements had arrived between the time of her last transmission to her team and now.
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#11718130 Nov 05, 2015 at 03:55 PM · Edited over 1 year ago
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Whisper's eyes held a dull sheen as she watched the proceedings. Pressed up against the wall, her lips slowly turned downward in a grimace. "I just reached the top floor of the cradle, but I'm unable to progress any further at the moment." Switching her phantom gauntlet on, she sent a video to the squad showing the busy nexus point. "Unless you know where I could get a disguise capable of fooling a few hundred people, I'm stuck with only a handful of ideas that I would really rather not put to the test."
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#11722401 Nov 06, 2015 at 05:48 PM · Edited over 1 year ago
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"At this point none of us have a lot of options remaining." Dalton says darkly. "Take a look at this." At that point Whisper would receive a copy of a video feed ripped straight from someone's helmet camera. It was brief, but enough. It showed - in detail - two groups of allied infantry being torn apart by a herd of Gekko being lead by a much larger Derrio unit. Whoever was recording was among the last to die, as he was unceremoniously stepped on by one of the Gekko.

Dalton's face would appear in the moments following the video's conclusion. Whisper's theory about her friends being forced to retreat had been correct. She would see only trees and the occasional muzzle flash in the area behind the man. "Have you seen any evidence of the cradle you're in becoming active?"

Whisper shook her head from side to side. "No."

Dalton's face pushed itself closer to the camera. Whisper would be able to see the sweat and blood on his face more clearly, along with desperation in his eyes. "Then we may still have some time. Whisper, listen closely. If those things are controlled like the average drone, then it may be possible for us to turn these bastards' weapons against them. But if we're to have any chance of doing that, we're going to need to get inside. Now. Get into the command center, I don't care how, and find a way to shut off at least one quarter of these cannons out here! If you can do that, then we'll have a shot!"
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#11753181 Nov 15, 2015 at 01:59 AM · Edited over 1 year ago
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"Because that won't be difficult to do at all." She sighed, but nodded her understanding. Checking her equipment, she made herself as unassuming as possible. It was brazen, and it was very, very cocky, but she harkened back to one of her first lessons of infiltration. . . "If you acted like you belong, people tend to believe you." Of course, in her mind it these words were spoken in another language. (Despite her mother surviving her plague, she still preferred not being uncomfortable, so it had been a bonding experience, learning so many different languages with her daughter.) In any case, any soldier who'd seen her up close was already dead. Plus it worked in the hospital section. . . Hmm. . .

She swept her coat up and over the head of the axe. Hopefully people might believe her to be a specialist of some sort, like the Huntsman was. Everyone here seemed so very absorbed and busy in their duties that another hurried body wouldn't be too out of place. As the color of the enemy's uniforms washed over her body, she pulled her hood back, stood up and fixed herself with an air of hurried indifference, before strolling off to find a free terminal.
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#11774925 Nov 20, 2015 at 12:03 AM · Edited 1 month ago
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It was like trying to navigate the Mall of America on Black Friday... or swimming with sharks. Or navigating the Mall of America on Black Friday during a stampede because an aquarium full of hungry Great Whites hard turned over in the middle of the food court. However this wound up working more in Whisper's favor than she realized. Because there were so many people present, moving from one section of the command center to another at a speed usually no less than a brisk jog, nobody hardly ever gave her a second glance. Good thing, too, because she couldn't exactly hide their late CO's unique axe.

"Okay..."

With baited breath but eyed held friend, she cleared her first potential obstacle -- a sorry excuse for a checkpoint at the entrance to the Southeastern portion of the command center. The guards flanking the doors were too confident in the security system that was installed. They had no idea that the camera above the door was designed to scan only the credentials of a person rather than their features or bio-metrics. And, luckily, Whisper had those handy courtesy of the man she left for dead a floor below. When no alert sounded, Whisper slipped on by as casually as any of the other "incoming." Now she was in a room full of computers... and people using them. Son of a bitch. If she had to create a distraction, it was going to have to be one that wouldn't raise any kind of red flag or alarm. Think, Whisper. Think! Time is of the essence and lives are on the line!
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#11898629 Dec 27, 2015 at 03:36 PM · Edited over 1 year ago
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Whisper walked at a brisk pace towards the end of the room. Thankfully, she'd managed to talk the tech who designed the Phantom Gauntlet into incorporating a small compartment designed to carry a small variety of chemical compounds that, when mixed right, could produce severe disorientation in a target when applied surreptitiously through a pinprick. But that implied that Whisper was capable of getting up close and personal with an enemy without being detected. She could do it, but not always with ease.

She felt good about this one though; a woman who was busy tapping away at her terminal which was conveniently placed at an odd angle to the rest around her. Whisper slipped in close and lights out. The woman's eyes widened slightly in alarm for the briefest of moments before going conspicuously blank. Whisper gently eased the dazed woman back into her seat and rearranged her in such a way that she hoped those around her would think that the two were having a hushed conversation. She had five minutes before the compound wore off. Not wasting a second, she hurriedly plugged the Serpent's Tongue into the terminal and sent Leguizamo a text notifying him that he better hurry his ass up and work his magic.
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#11969054 Jan 18, 2016 at 03:34 PM · Edited 1 month ago
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Whisper could practically hear the Latino's mind and mouth working in overtime as his fingers flew over his keyboard. She didn't though, which was surprising, but it told her that he was dedicated to focusing on the task at hand. That was good. That was very good. But goddamn did he ever cut it close. The woman whose terminal had been commandeered had just started to come out of her trance when the guns covering the southeastern portion of the Cradle went silent. Seconds later, the cavalry came crashing in through a nearby set of windows.

Sparks and scraps of paper flew upward, and bodies of armed personnel fell in a hail of concentrated gunfire as the Marines in their Hardsuits entered. But four men, even wearing some of the most advanced pieces of battlefield technology ever devised, wouldn't last for very long against a small army of armed guards in close quarters -- a small army that would surely be bolstered by reinforcements from the lower levels at any moment! But you know what they say, right? A squad of five is better than a fireteam of four.
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#12049529 Feb 10, 2016 at 02:05 AM · Edited 1 month ago
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Unfortunately for Whisper, such an attack was unexpected, and she found herself pressing against the wall of the cubicle, becoming nigh invisible as the marines ripped through the place. But when she realized that they were friendlies, she let out a breath. "Would have been nice to know I was gonna have guests." She murmured, clearly somewhat annoyed. Before doing anything else, she made certain to stow the unsteady form of the female technician that she had drugged safely underneath her own desk.

Once that was done, she focused the remainder of her energy down into her legs. Dust, papers, and all manner of loose debris kicked up as the nigh-invisible woman shot out from her hiding place, leaping high into the air at the same moment that axe flew from her hands. One after another and in spectacular fashion, the bodies of her targets fell to pieces.

Once the room was cleared of hostiles, she came to rest in a guarded stance behind the wall of hardsuits. Naturally they would round on her, weapons raised. They could see clear as day her thanks to the advanced sensor packages they had installed. "I'm with the Diamond Dogs." She told them once camouflage - both natural and artificial - was disengaged. She held her hands up for good measure, but did not make any attempt to drop her bloody axe.
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#12049583 Feb 10, 2016 at 02:39 AM · Edited 9 months ago
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Barely had the words finished falling from Whisper's mouth before the arm of the group's leader - the one wielding the over-sized H.F. blade - shot out toward her. Before Whisper could really appreciate what was going on, the Marine had switched places with her. Exactly why was made clear immediately, as bullets from the enemy's reinforcements began pinging off said Marine's Hardsuit. "Introductions can wait until after the firefight's over, little lady." The Marine says (in the voice of actor Christopher Meloni) as his fellows reformed their ranks and initiated their own counterattack that immediately saw several enemies dropped with a series of short, controlled bursts.
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#12502154 Jun 29, 2016 at 09:27 AM · Edited 12 months ago
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Not wanting to be shown up, Whisper drew her trusty revolver with a free hand and slipped out underneath the Marine's arm, taking out another enemy with a shot directly to the forehead in the process. The butterfly mask had manifested, though the woman didn't particularly seem to care if anyone noticed it this time. (Likely she would be mistaken for having specialized nano-enhancements.)

Once the lifeless body of her target crumpled to the ground, she swapped out her weapon for the Huntsman's axe, ready to lob it at the next enemy combatant that entered into her field of view. As she waited, she made a mental note to ask what the Marines planned to do once the command center was secure. Admittedly she wasn't very keen on exploring the rest of the compound on her own, now that the enemy was aware that there were intruders inside.
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#12509417 Jul 02, 2016 at 12:00 AM · Edited 1 month ago
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THE FOLLOWING WAS WRITTEN BY A VERY TIRED PERSON. DO NOT EXPECT IT TO READ WELL.

"New contacts on the soliton! They're trying to flank us!"

"They call you Whisper, right?"

The oblong head of the Marine officer's Hardsuit turned some in Whisper's direction, indicating that he was looking at her through his peripheral vision. He would tell you in a voice made tense by the situation, "I want you to take Reese here and head their reinforcements off at the pass."

At these words, one of the Marines in the 'stock' Hardsuit model would flash the white-haired femme fatale a thumbs up signal.

"Reese, you'll be following her orders until you report back to me. Understood?"

"Understood!"

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//So here's the deal! There are going to be roughly 20+ more soldiers to deal with, all of whom have been recalled from the battle outside to make sure that the Cradle's command center doesn't fall into enemy hands. You now have control of both Whisper and this Reese character. For the moment Reese is faceless, looking like the middle "soldier dude" from http://sttheo.deviantart.com/art/Infantry-518990082. You're fully within your right to describe Whisper and Reese working together to kill these 20+ soldiers. The other kills will go to the other three Marines, who will be just off-screen. Any questions? Feel free to text me! Otherwise, have fun!
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#12750748 Sep 30, 2016 at 08:10 PM · Edited 1 month ago
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Whisper tilted her head at Reese, offering a shrug.

"I'm more of a 'walk softly' type, so I guess that means that you're going to be acting as my vanguard until this mess is cleaned up."

That said, she gestured for the marine to lead the way. "Draw their attention, and I'll pick 'em off." She would instruct Reese. At that, she held up her arm, the Phantom Gauntlet flashing as it transferred its IFF protocols to him. At such a short distance, it was easy to do. That down, she gestured for him to lead the way, and then literally disappeared from sight. Contact happened not long after.

Cue: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNml9OtE1vM

As bullets pinged and panged off his hardsuit, Reese opened up into the enemy's ranks with a continuous stream from his LMG. But even as they scattered to find cover, Whisper knew that the odds were against them. She had to act fast, or else the Marine could soon find himself overwhelmed. While their attention was focused on Reese, Whisper inched her way behind the enemy's ranks and then dropped from the ceiling. She began her counterattack by jamming a knife into her designated quarry's throat. Once that target was confirmed down, she proceeded to unload into the other unfortunate souls who happened to be near her with her revolver. No more than one shot was needed for each of the enemy combatants.

It was an aggressive advance, with Reese silently agreeing to draw the enemy's fire while Whisper continued to either cut down or drill holes into the brain pans of anyone who might think to try and flank or flee. Of course Reese wasn't a slouch, either. He made a show of making use of every asset that his hardsuit had to offer him, taking down entire groups of mooks with ease.
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#12970557 Jan 07, 2017 at 03:11 AM · Edited 1 month ago
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The battle was like something out of a summer blockbuster, where the heroes were protected from harm by the Principle of Evil Marksmanship. Slowly, methodically, Whisper and her allies literally shot a path through the enemy reinforcements as they made their way back to large foyer that the former had emerged into earlier.

Approaching this area from this particular angle made Whisper realize that, in her haste to complete her original objective, she had rendered herself oblivious to the existence of two industrial freight elevators built into the south wall of the room. It was no wonder, then, that the enemy were able to amass on them so quickly after the alarm sounded. Not only that, but as neither elevator was present but instead listed as being on the ground floor, it stood to reason that they were currently being filled to capacity with more reinforcements. The Marine officer seemed to realize this at the same time, because his hand would come down to rest briefly upon Whisper's left shoulder as he spoke.

"It won't be long until we've got more company knockin' on those doors. You should get going, now, while you still have a chance."

What?

"What the hell are you goin' on about? Just frag the lifts and come with me."

Before responding, the man made a point to slap his arm cannon against his leg so that it connected with a fresh length of bullets. His fellow Marines were quick to follow suit. "Can't. If we're going to take this cradle for ourselves, we're going to need to make absolutely sure that our guys can traverse it with the utmost expediency. If it comes down to it, though, we'll do it your way."

Beep!

Heads turned as one to take note of what the noise meant. The elevators were on their way back up.

"I do believe that's your cue. Go on, now. And hurry!"
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