Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20181206213832

Tragoedia leads Nobel through the woods at a hasty pace, his huge limbs clearing the way for the doctor as they run. Before long the reptilian machine comes to a sudden halt, quickly falling on all fours as his green frame melts into the surrounding foliage.

''"Enemies sighted. Twenty-four hostiles." ''Trago's rumbling voice emanates from bushes ahead of Nobel. Then, after a lengthy pause, "hostage located."

Ahead of the two was what seemed to be a small beaten path through the woodland, down which a score of distant figures were making their way cautiously to their general location. Several more beams of light on either side of the group betrayed more of them, slowly converging like a noose being tightened around their necks. They would be upon them soon.

"We need to restrategise," Trago determined, his long head poking out of his hiding place to look at Nobel. ''"Hostage cannot be rescued without risk of further harm. Additionally, this unit lacks the ability to combat so many hostiles without risk of serious damage. I suggest...diplomacy." ''

Tragoedia retreats slightly towards Nobel, rising into a crouching position before him. "Situation critical. I lack the ability to accomplish this task. Doctor Nobel, this unit requests that you perform this action."

Ducking behind a tree, Trago continues. ''"Operative Claymoore must be rescued safely at all costs. Failure will result in our termination." ''His orange eyes dim slightly as his head bows. "To retain element of surprise, I shall remain hidden unless circumstances require my intervention. In such an event, we are ordered to leave no survivors."

With that, the automaton turns and strides over to a massive spruce tree. With a single bound he sends himself high into the air - talons ripping deep into its trunk in an effort to find purchase. After several more leaps he vanishes behind the thick canopy above, sending a murder of ravens screeching from their nests amongst the branches.



The sudden disturbance ahead of them gives Vorcha's party reason to pause. However, besides that all it does is bring a thin smile to the director's face.

"Well, it's about time!" he says aloud as his guards close in around him. Ahead of them, what appears to be a dark silhouette of a large man could be seen lurking beneath the shadows of a great spruce. A few tense moments later, the group comes to a final rest on the woodland path nearby.

"You led us on quite the hunt today, Doctor Nobel!" Vorcha calls in the direction of the shadow, his confident humour lingering in his dry voice. "Hurt a lot of my men. Can't say I appreciate that. But there is something you can do to make amends!"

Vorcha spreads his arms out, as if to embrace the world. "I'm a merciful man, doctor! I may not forget, but I can find the strength to forgive! Just walk over here, throw down your weapons, and you can walk out of here alive! You can choose to end this now - to right all the wrongs you have done. All you have to do, my dear friend, is surrender to me."

Clapping his hands together, the director motions to Farran for Blanc to be brought forward. "A man like you, doctor, is too valuable to be left to rot in some godforsaken prison - or killed, for that matter. For the greater good, I will allow you to continue your previous work saving human lives, just as you did before. You won't be free, of course. But if you're good, I'll give you the resources your crime boss could never get his hands on. Resources that will help you save your wife."

Vorcha waits for several moments. As the deafening silence draws on, he eventually snaps. His composed facade dropping with a snarl, he turns and rips Blanc from Farran's grasp before pressing the barrell of a revolver to her temple.

"Or I could just start blowing chunks out of your friend!" he roared into the darkness, causing the surrounding mercs to flinch. "You think I won't do it?!" The director sends the bound girl crashing to the ground with a kick to the back of her mangled knee, waking her from her unconsciousness with a cry of fresh pain. "Don't make me start counting, Alexander! You won't like what happens when I reach zero!"