Ryuranger
10-12-2003, 03:47 PM
---ThunderStrike
---Season 01
---Mission Eighteen
---Crisis Point: Fall of Eagle Six
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
A get-away car tore through the city streets at frightening speeds as small explosions erupted across the city block. The riders of the car were three teenage men, each with shaved heads and tattoo markings of the Vyram across their skin.
“Woo-hoo!” the driver yelled as he accelerated across the night-lit street, giving no regard to pedestrians or on-coming traffic as cars swerved out of the way and crashed into each other.
This was the latest in a string of small terrorist attacks organized by Yokoshima to remind the government about his ultimatum: surrender control to him or be destroyed.
The driver accelerated faster when he took notice of a young man with dark hair and a tan complexion standing in the middle of the road a half a block in front of him.
“Run his ass over!” the passenger shouted.
The driver tightened his grip on the wheel as the car zoomed faster.
The young man waited until he could see the white of the driver’s eyes before activating his wrist brace and shouting “Thunder power, strike!”
THUNDER LION ONLINE
Vince’s Thunder Lion armor shimmered to life as he braced himself while holding his hands out. The car slammed against him as the passengers crashed through the windows and went skidding across the pavement. Vince was slid backwards slightly from the impact, but managed to stay upright.
He looked to the young teens as they slowly crawled from the ground and rose to their feet.
Have the Vyram really sunk this low in their recruiting? Vince thought to himself. Not that it mattered…they would go down just as the countless others had before them.
The three punks sprang forward towards Vince as their skin rippled and they assumed their altered forms. Each grew a sharp fin that extended across their heads like an organic Mohawk, and their eyes grew wide and solid black. Their skin became orange and beaded with sweat as scales served as a light suit of armor. Fin blades erupted from their forearms.
TARGETS ALPHA, BETA, GAMMA
THREAT LEVELS GAMMA FOUR
BIO CELLS-LEVEL FIVE
“Hyper mode, mark,” Vince commanded as he kicked his armor’s systems into overdrive.
Vince dashed forward like a bullet towards the lead Vyram. He spun 180 degrees to his right while swinging his right elbow around and smashing it across the soldier’s head before completing the turn and using his left arm to grab the soldier’s throat and leap straight up into the air while tightening his hold on the Vyram. Vince twisted his hold on the soldier so when they landed in a blur of motion, Vince’s knee slammed against his back when the Vyram hit the pavement face first.
Vince jumped off the fallen soldier with lightning-quick speed as he flipped forward while bringing his left heel across the second Vyram’s collarbone, smashing it to pieces as the soldier fell.
The last soldier charged towards Vince’s right, and the ranger turned at the last second, slamming his palm heel upside the Vyram’s nose. The bridge of the soldier’s nose shattered as it drove upwards from the blow and through his brain.
The Vyram’s lifeless body collapsed to the ground as Vince powered down his armor and walked away.
That was over before it even started, he thought to himself as he entered a dark alley.
***
Omega Sector
Sisco leaned forward on his desk, watching the three holo-displays flash in front of his eyes, displaying the status report of his forces advance towards Inatech, the front company for Eagle Six.
He was moving his people into standby positions in shifts while doing a recon of the area, and positioning troops to cut off any possible escape routes. He was moving slowly and cautiously. No room for error. No room for failure.
***
Atlantic City, New Jersey
A van turned a sharp corner of the city streets, nearly tipping over as it fled from its target. A department store a block behind them crumbled to the ground in a cloud of debris and dust as they continued forward, smug looks of satisfaction on the four passengers faces.
That was until a spear crashed through the roof of the van and into the driver’s head. The van went barreling out of control and slamming against a light pole, the impact sending the three passengers smashing through the forward windshield and crashing against a wall.
The three rose to their feet and looked towards the crashed van to see Yuuri crouched on its roof with her spear extended inside.
The ranger looked ahead at the three Vyram, who seemed no older than she was. Perhaps even younger. Yokoshima must have been breaking in the new recruits.
The skin of the three passenger started to bulk and turn into a gray leathery hide as they grew an extra set of eyes and rhino-type horns sprouted from their face.
TARGETS ALPHA, BETA, GAMMA
THREAT LEVELS GAMMA THREE
BIO CELLS LEVEL FOUR
Yuuri snapped off a blade boomerang before flipping off the van and leaping through the air while twirling her staff.
The lead Vyram deflected the blade with his forearm, leaving him wide open as Yuuri descended and speared though his chest with her spear. She twisted her weapon before pulling the spear free, and then spun forward while running its blade across the soldier’s throat.
The other two soldiers came at her from both sides. She looked to her left while slamming the end of her spear against that soldier’s face and breaking his horns. Yuuri looked to her right and swung her staff low, knocking the feet out from underneath that Vyram before twirling her staff and bringing it down vertically against his head, cracking through his skull.
The other soldier dashed forward towards Yuuri’s back, black ichor seeping from the break in his horns. Yuuri twisted her spear backwards and ran it through the Vyram’s chest before he could attack. She pulled the spear free and turned to face the creature while slamming the end of her weapon across the soldier’s head, smashing in his temple.
She heard a clapping sound from behind her as she turned to see a man in an alligator-skin trench coat standing on top of the crashed van. It was Secrai-Kresh, the man who had murdered her father.
Last time she saw the Vyram defector Kresh, he had tried to show her a secret buried beneath the ISIS Alaska Base. The base was destroyed before she got any answers as to what was hidden under the base, and why Kresh had killed her father.
“You’ve gotten better at this game,” Kresh said. “A mindless soldier…not even knowing who you’re fighting for.”
“We went through this last time, Kresh,” Yuuri said as she held her spear in a fighting stance. “And quite frankly, the way things have been going lately, I’m not in the mood to go through this again.”
“Now, dear,” Kresh said. “Put that toy away…you could poke someone’s eyes out.”
Kresh snapped out with a tendril that erupted from his back and knocked her spear from her hand. Her visor couldn’t get a read on Kresh’s threat level, and judging by the speed of his attack, he had grown in strength.
“Now…” Kresh said. “I didn’t come all this way for a fight that would more than likely get me killed.”
Yuuri was surprised he admitted it.
“I’ve found something of your father’s,” Kresh said. “The Vyram won’t be able to stop us this time…Yokoshima is stretching himself to the limits at the moment, as you can see from the corpses rotting on the ground behind you.
Yuuri hesitated. She didn’t trust Kresh as far as she could throw him, but somehow she knew he had the answers she needed. The answers as to what her father was involved in.
“Fine,” Yuuri said. “Let’s go…and get it right this time…”
***
Springfield, Illinois
Max stood perched on a ledge on a rising skyscraper as he surveyed the ground below for his mark. Nothing suspicious was in sight. He fought off a slight wave of vertigo. His sickness was settling in early, only he dared not tell anyone. If Hayes knew, she’d pull him off the streets. He didn’t want that. He wanted his last days to a fight. That way he would be too busy to face the reality of the situation.
“They have to be around here somewhere,” Max said to himself as he looked back and forth through his armor’s visor.
A black whip suddenly wrapped around his neck and pulled him backwards. Max was slammed against the roof and pulled across the pavement several meters before the black whip retracted. He rose to his feet to see three dead Vyram lying on the rooftop.
Standing among them was the figure who used the whip, as the weapon coiled back into his hands before forming a firm black staff. He wore dark shell-like armor over red burnt and scarred flesh. Thin black spikes protruded from his face and bald head, and his eyes were solid black.
“Hello little unicorn,” Havoc said as he grinned, revealing rows of sharp yellow teeth. “I took care of these boys for you…figured it was the least I could do since I killed that pretty blonde of yours…”
Max downloaded his longknives as he charged towards Havoc. “This is it, pin head! You’re going down right now!”
Max leapt forward and somersaulted through the air as he brought both his blades down vertically towards Havoc. The Vyram extended his staff horizontally and blocked the blow before spinning around and slamming the end of his staff against Max’s gut. The Vyram followed through by smashing his weapon upside Max’s head as the ranger was flipped backwards.
Max quickly recovered and sprang to his feet while tossing his longknives like spears at Havoc. The Vyram used his staff to deflect the swords as Max moved in with his fist blades armed.
Havoc began deflecting Max’s blows with his staff as he was forced a few steps back.
“My,” Havoc said, “you’re rather persistent, aren’t you?”
“Just keep talking, chuckles,” Max said as he continued to move forward, swinging his fists in a variety of punch combinations. “Every word makes me wanna kick your butt even more.”
Havoc parried Max’s fists before spinning around and landing a reverse crescent kick against the ranger’s face. Max fell to the ground as he slammed his head against the pavement.
“Your little disease is making you weaker,” Havoc said. “My decomposing process is more kind…I’m becoming stronger…but I too will soon die. Beforehand, I want only one thing. I want only to see you suffer more…”
Max rose back to his feet as Havoc continued to speak.
“I have a cure for your condition,” Havoc said. If you want it, you’ll have to come for it…at the warehouse where we first danced.”
“I don’t believe you,” Max said.
Havoc pulled one of the pins from his head and tossed it to the ground in front of Max. “Have your scientists examine this…the key to your cure lies in my own DNA. Come to the warehouse, little unicorn. It will be the last place either of us enters alive.”
---mission 18 will continue in part two of this thread. watch for it...
---Season 01
---Mission Eighteen
---Crisis Point: Fall of Eagle Six
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
A get-away car tore through the city streets at frightening speeds as small explosions erupted across the city block. The riders of the car were three teenage men, each with shaved heads and tattoo markings of the Vyram across their skin.
“Woo-hoo!” the driver yelled as he accelerated across the night-lit street, giving no regard to pedestrians or on-coming traffic as cars swerved out of the way and crashed into each other.
This was the latest in a string of small terrorist attacks organized by Yokoshima to remind the government about his ultimatum: surrender control to him or be destroyed.
The driver accelerated faster when he took notice of a young man with dark hair and a tan complexion standing in the middle of the road a half a block in front of him.
“Run his ass over!” the passenger shouted.
The driver tightened his grip on the wheel as the car zoomed faster.
The young man waited until he could see the white of the driver’s eyes before activating his wrist brace and shouting “Thunder power, strike!”
THUNDER LION ONLINE
Vince’s Thunder Lion armor shimmered to life as he braced himself while holding his hands out. The car slammed against him as the passengers crashed through the windows and went skidding across the pavement. Vince was slid backwards slightly from the impact, but managed to stay upright.
He looked to the young teens as they slowly crawled from the ground and rose to their feet.
Have the Vyram really sunk this low in their recruiting? Vince thought to himself. Not that it mattered…they would go down just as the countless others had before them.
The three punks sprang forward towards Vince as their skin rippled and they assumed their altered forms. Each grew a sharp fin that extended across their heads like an organic Mohawk, and their eyes grew wide and solid black. Their skin became orange and beaded with sweat as scales served as a light suit of armor. Fin blades erupted from their forearms.
TARGETS ALPHA, BETA, GAMMA
THREAT LEVELS GAMMA FOUR
BIO CELLS-LEVEL FIVE
“Hyper mode, mark,” Vince commanded as he kicked his armor’s systems into overdrive.
Vince dashed forward like a bullet towards the lead Vyram. He spun 180 degrees to his right while swinging his right elbow around and smashing it across the soldier’s head before completing the turn and using his left arm to grab the soldier’s throat and leap straight up into the air while tightening his hold on the Vyram. Vince twisted his hold on the soldier so when they landed in a blur of motion, Vince’s knee slammed against his back when the Vyram hit the pavement face first.
Vince jumped off the fallen soldier with lightning-quick speed as he flipped forward while bringing his left heel across the second Vyram’s collarbone, smashing it to pieces as the soldier fell.
The last soldier charged towards Vince’s right, and the ranger turned at the last second, slamming his palm heel upside the Vyram’s nose. The bridge of the soldier’s nose shattered as it drove upwards from the blow and through his brain.
The Vyram’s lifeless body collapsed to the ground as Vince powered down his armor and walked away.
That was over before it even started, he thought to himself as he entered a dark alley.
***
Omega Sector
Sisco leaned forward on his desk, watching the three holo-displays flash in front of his eyes, displaying the status report of his forces advance towards Inatech, the front company for Eagle Six.
He was moving his people into standby positions in shifts while doing a recon of the area, and positioning troops to cut off any possible escape routes. He was moving slowly and cautiously. No room for error. No room for failure.
***
Atlantic City, New Jersey
A van turned a sharp corner of the city streets, nearly tipping over as it fled from its target. A department store a block behind them crumbled to the ground in a cloud of debris and dust as they continued forward, smug looks of satisfaction on the four passengers faces.
That was until a spear crashed through the roof of the van and into the driver’s head. The van went barreling out of control and slamming against a light pole, the impact sending the three passengers smashing through the forward windshield and crashing against a wall.
The three rose to their feet and looked towards the crashed van to see Yuuri crouched on its roof with her spear extended inside.
The ranger looked ahead at the three Vyram, who seemed no older than she was. Perhaps even younger. Yokoshima must have been breaking in the new recruits.
The skin of the three passenger started to bulk and turn into a gray leathery hide as they grew an extra set of eyes and rhino-type horns sprouted from their face.
TARGETS ALPHA, BETA, GAMMA
THREAT LEVELS GAMMA THREE
BIO CELLS LEVEL FOUR
Yuuri snapped off a blade boomerang before flipping off the van and leaping through the air while twirling her staff.
The lead Vyram deflected the blade with his forearm, leaving him wide open as Yuuri descended and speared though his chest with her spear. She twisted her weapon before pulling the spear free, and then spun forward while running its blade across the soldier’s throat.
The other two soldiers came at her from both sides. She looked to her left while slamming the end of her spear against that soldier’s face and breaking his horns. Yuuri looked to her right and swung her staff low, knocking the feet out from underneath that Vyram before twirling her staff and bringing it down vertically against his head, cracking through his skull.
The other soldier dashed forward towards Yuuri’s back, black ichor seeping from the break in his horns. Yuuri twisted her spear backwards and ran it through the Vyram’s chest before he could attack. She pulled the spear free and turned to face the creature while slamming the end of her weapon across the soldier’s head, smashing in his temple.
She heard a clapping sound from behind her as she turned to see a man in an alligator-skin trench coat standing on top of the crashed van. It was Secrai-Kresh, the man who had murdered her father.
Last time she saw the Vyram defector Kresh, he had tried to show her a secret buried beneath the ISIS Alaska Base. The base was destroyed before she got any answers as to what was hidden under the base, and why Kresh had killed her father.
“You’ve gotten better at this game,” Kresh said. “A mindless soldier…not even knowing who you’re fighting for.”
“We went through this last time, Kresh,” Yuuri said as she held her spear in a fighting stance. “And quite frankly, the way things have been going lately, I’m not in the mood to go through this again.”
“Now, dear,” Kresh said. “Put that toy away…you could poke someone’s eyes out.”
Kresh snapped out with a tendril that erupted from his back and knocked her spear from her hand. Her visor couldn’t get a read on Kresh’s threat level, and judging by the speed of his attack, he had grown in strength.
“Now…” Kresh said. “I didn’t come all this way for a fight that would more than likely get me killed.”
Yuuri was surprised he admitted it.
“I’ve found something of your father’s,” Kresh said. “The Vyram won’t be able to stop us this time…Yokoshima is stretching himself to the limits at the moment, as you can see from the corpses rotting on the ground behind you.
Yuuri hesitated. She didn’t trust Kresh as far as she could throw him, but somehow she knew he had the answers she needed. The answers as to what her father was involved in.
“Fine,” Yuuri said. “Let’s go…and get it right this time…”
***
Springfield, Illinois
Max stood perched on a ledge on a rising skyscraper as he surveyed the ground below for his mark. Nothing suspicious was in sight. He fought off a slight wave of vertigo. His sickness was settling in early, only he dared not tell anyone. If Hayes knew, she’d pull him off the streets. He didn’t want that. He wanted his last days to a fight. That way he would be too busy to face the reality of the situation.
“They have to be around here somewhere,” Max said to himself as he looked back and forth through his armor’s visor.
A black whip suddenly wrapped around his neck and pulled him backwards. Max was slammed against the roof and pulled across the pavement several meters before the black whip retracted. He rose to his feet to see three dead Vyram lying on the rooftop.
Standing among them was the figure who used the whip, as the weapon coiled back into his hands before forming a firm black staff. He wore dark shell-like armor over red burnt and scarred flesh. Thin black spikes protruded from his face and bald head, and his eyes were solid black.
“Hello little unicorn,” Havoc said as he grinned, revealing rows of sharp yellow teeth. “I took care of these boys for you…figured it was the least I could do since I killed that pretty blonde of yours…”
Max downloaded his longknives as he charged towards Havoc. “This is it, pin head! You’re going down right now!”
Max leapt forward and somersaulted through the air as he brought both his blades down vertically towards Havoc. The Vyram extended his staff horizontally and blocked the blow before spinning around and slamming the end of his staff against Max’s gut. The Vyram followed through by smashing his weapon upside Max’s head as the ranger was flipped backwards.
Max quickly recovered and sprang to his feet while tossing his longknives like spears at Havoc. The Vyram used his staff to deflect the swords as Max moved in with his fist blades armed.
Havoc began deflecting Max’s blows with his staff as he was forced a few steps back.
“My,” Havoc said, “you’re rather persistent, aren’t you?”
“Just keep talking, chuckles,” Max said as he continued to move forward, swinging his fists in a variety of punch combinations. “Every word makes me wanna kick your butt even more.”
Havoc parried Max’s fists before spinning around and landing a reverse crescent kick against the ranger’s face. Max fell to the ground as he slammed his head against the pavement.
“Your little disease is making you weaker,” Havoc said. “My decomposing process is more kind…I’m becoming stronger…but I too will soon die. Beforehand, I want only one thing. I want only to see you suffer more…”
Max rose back to his feet as Havoc continued to speak.
“I have a cure for your condition,” Havoc said. If you want it, you’ll have to come for it…at the warehouse where we first danced.”
“I don’t believe you,” Max said.
Havoc pulled one of the pins from his head and tossed it to the ground in front of Max. “Have your scientists examine this…the key to your cure lies in my own DNA. Come to the warehouse, little unicorn. It will be the last place either of us enters alive.”
---mission 18 will continue in part two of this thread. watch for it...