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Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

Sybil took hold of the cable the ascension drone dropped, attaching it to her own implant. Have the support drones watch obvious exits. With kids on the line, I don't want to let any of these assholes escape. She flew up the cable with significant speed, disconnecting at the last second to allow her own momentum to launch her past the threshold of the roof. She landed in a kneeling position, touching the base of her neck again. Did you set their security feed on a loop? It would sure make my job easier if I didn't have to dodge security cameras. The white haired cyborg approached the roof entrance, kneeling beside it. It was a simple sunroof. She drew a knife from her belt, flipping it upside down in her hand. She always preferred blades. She sent a charge threw her left hand, temporarily sealing her fingers to the glass, the knife cutting an entry hole large enough for her to drop through. She leaped through the hole, her hud doing a quick thermal scan of the area as she landed. The contact was noiseless as her sonic dampeners did their job. She curled her fingers tightly around the knife. Kids made this personal, she was angry and part of her was looking forward to encountering the terrorists.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

Constance gasped softly watching her partner shot up over the roof at such a high rate of speed. She didn't let it slow her down as her fingers flew over the keys keeping up with the needed changes for the infiltration. You know I hate it when you do that. I am some day going to have to replace those leg servos if you keep it up. Not that she minded too much but at least this was one way that Constance could tell Sybil just how much she cared, even if she couldn't really admit what she wanted too. Just as the opening was finished the last key strokes were entered and the cameras went onto the continuous loop. There was no break in the feed no glitch on the screen, it was a smooth shift that no one could have noticed leaving the terrorists totally blind. Done, you are clear. Not that Sybil had slowed down at all still it was best to let her know what was going on. Constance jumped suddenly in the chair crying out in pain. Damn it the neural connection to the chair had sent some feed back through to her. Reaching back Constance pressed a subcutaneous switch that set up more dampening, granted it slowed her reaction times a little but it would keep her from any brain damage. Sybil they have a tech in there with them. He is trying to hack the system right now. They know that someone is out here to stop them, don't know if they know you are there or not.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

Sybil began moving down the hall towards where she believed the hostages were being held. That is, until she heard Constance's cry. A tech? If it gets to dangerous disconnect from their systems. I can handle a little combat if it's necessary. Her fingers curled around her knife, as she pressed against the wall, leaning out around the corner. I don't think they're aware of me, yet. But if they've found you, they'll start sweeping for me soon enough. She breathed out quietly before moving around the corner and running down the hall. She switched her HUD to it's biosensor display, outlining living targets even through walls. It would enable her to move through the building quickly, while avoiding opposition. She had to work quickly, the longer Constance stayed in the system, she feared the more dangerous it would become for her. I'm moving for the children now. Once they're clear, I'm going to mop up the terrorists.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

Constance gave Sybil a look that clearly said that she would do that when pigs flew. Yeah I'm not leaving you high and dry Sybil. Just get in there and let me worry about the tech. setting up the firewall parameter she locked the tech out for a few moments allowing Constance to dig into the internal sensors a little more. I have the kids, they are one level below you, main conference room. I don't see any guards in the room with them. Throwing a few more command lines into the computer she reorganized the drones to a different configuration. I have a egress drone on the north side windows ready to deploy a way for the kids out. And your former partner you talked to earlier already knows about .AAAAAHHH!!! . She screamed again as another pulse of pain ripped through her spine. Fortunately her hand was already moving or it would have caused serious damage. With a simple key stroke she blocked the spike coming through the connection. Damnthat rat bastard, that piece of shit is using a neural spikeno one uses those anymore. Realizing how that must have sounded over the mic she added, I'm fine not many would know what to do about them but I'm fine, just get those kids out of there.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

Sybil knew that Constance was going to continue helping her. Part of her hated the girl's level of loyalty. But that stubborn dedication was part of what made her so special. When she heard her explanation of the children's location she gave a relieved sigh. At least they were nearby and safe. She continued running, quickly headed for the stairs only to vault over the railing to make the trip down quicker. She paused as she started drawing closer. Her fingers once more tightening around her knife. Constance. You know how I operate. The children are priority one. No matter what happens when I go into that room, your first priority is getting the children to safety. She wrapped her free hand around the door handle. Drawing in a deep breath. Her scanner, tuned for detecting life signs, detected only the children. This was too easy. That scared her. Do you understand me? Get the children clear before you come for me. She swiftly opened the door, though she wasn't prepared for what followed. The door was connected to a wire trap, rigged to charges that through her back twenty feet from the door. Her comm system quickly sent a high pitched ring through her own ears, and undoubtedly Constance's. The room, though still intact, was occupied by cyborgs, with guns trained on her, and knives on the children. Cyborgs? Of course, that's why she couldn't see them with the bio-sensor. She didn't give off life signs either. She slowly pushed herself up off the ground, some white artificial blood leaking from points of damage caused by shrapnel. I was careless. Her hand fell beneath her coat, wrapping around the handle of her high frequency blade. She pulled the katana-like weapon free of her coat, splitting it with the blade, allowing it to fall from her body, revealing her self deploying combat armor. Alright then gentlemen, let's see if you can dance.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

Constance was getting pissed at this damn tech, he wasn't trying to overwrite some of her programs, or break out of the barriers that she had placed up. This bastard was coming for her, he was attacking her directly trying to wipe out her connection at least, her mental abilities at most. That was just rude, he would have to be dealt with. She started furiously working to circumvent his power using every trick she knew with one hand. All the time with the other she was getting the needed support into position for Sybil. When she heard that they were cyborgs Constance cursed softly pulling up the drones setting three of them outside the windows below the terrorists field of vision. Sybil, with the kidsand you still in there I can't help much with them. It didn't help that this tech was still trying to undermine her commands at every turn. If you get the kids free send them out the north window, or if you have to throw them that way I will make sure they are fine. Turning her attention back to the tech in her system, both her hands shifted over to the counter keys. Alright you now it's time for you to squirm. The key strokes began sending command line after command line out teaching this tech what it really meant to be a master tech specialist.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

Sybil's lips spread into a smirk. Understood. She eyed the men with knives trained on the children, even if she could get past the guns, those men could still kill the children. Even so, would they risk their bargaining chip? What was their game, ransom? She stepped forward, her hand tightening on the blade. Her walk was slow, but confident. She knew the risk she was taking with every step. The enemies quickly stiffened, training their guns on her once more. She paused, though her gaze was cruel and vicious, the visor prevented it from being viewed. The children, or your lives. Choose. Hearing no response, she stepped forward once more. You had your chance. This ends now. Without hesitation the men opened fire, but Sybil was ready. From various pores all over her body, smoke poured out, filling the room with a dense fog. She leaped forward, every motion claiming another life as the blade cleanly and swiftly brought her enemies low. She paused for only a moment before leaping from the smoke, she drove her foot into the first man's face, the skull quickly shattering under the force of the cyborg's assault. Her free hand grabbed a child and flung him through the window. She landed, allowing the now headless opponent to fall behind her, with a brief spin, she through her combat knife through the next target, quickly leaping onto his body before it fell, collecting her knife and jumping at the next. Soldier after soldier fell, as child after child was flung to safety through the window.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

Constance tuned out what was going on over the head set focusing on the mission that she had set for herself. She had never liked the sounds of battle that Sybil lived in during times like these. The sounds of breaking skulls, or that sword that Constance had made Sybil going through someone's body. They tended to make Constance sick, the one time she had listened, it had been three days later before she was sure that she wasn't going to throw up again. Her mind was instead focusing on having the needed rescue drones where they were needed to catch the children. Having given Sybil the option of throwing the children Constance knew that would be her choice. With one hand she focused on the tech that was trying to hack her system, and the other she moved the drones. Breaking the ballistic glass allowing the children through to safety. The drones were there when the first child came out the window gently catching it in air and flying back over to safety with the security group. There was always a pair of drones waiting for the child as it came out of the window and was then carried to safety. The other side of her brain and body worked around through the firewalls of the hacker moving quickly through what she found to be easy defenses. There was no way that the tech that had sent those spike through her system had set this defense up, it was to oh fuck. She whispered as she realized just what was going on. Her whole attention shifted to the drones quickly slamming in the line of command codes. The drones would continue no matter what happened to her, taking up a hover and retrieve for any child coming out of the window. She felt the first twinge of the attack racing through her body. She didn't have a lot of time, keying her comm to record for Sybil to hear after the job was done. SybilI'm sorry, I screwed up big. By digging into the firewalls she had exposed more of her mind and matrix to the tech allowing him to trap her there. He wasn't able to get by her firewalls but enough of her mind had slipped out on the attack that she could easily be mentally crippled if not killed. The defenses will stay up, and the kids will be fine, till you unplug meI wish her back arched as the attack ripped into the exposed part of her mind and transferred into her body. The pain ripped through her but she refused to scream, she didn't want Sybil to hear that, she wasn't able to shut off the record as blackness washed over her. The last thought going through her mind of how she wished she had told Sybil how she really felt.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

As the screams of pain fell silent and the last drops of blood pooled on the floor, the cybernetic swordsman returned her blade to it's scabbard. Her HUD split, revealing her face once again. Her eyes flashed an amber hue for a moment before returning to normal. She gave a sigh as the she took in the silence for a moment. The children were safe, and the terrorists were neutralized. She exited the building through the front door, her old supervisor stopping her for only a moment to provide her with a credit chit. She gave him a silent nod before approaching the truck. She climbed in moving to approach Constance's console. Constance, looks like it was a success, we might even have enough cash to... Constance? She approached where the woman was seated, the recorded message playing as she reached out to touch her. Her eyes widened as she approached the console, panicking as she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do. Should she unplug her or would that kill her? The only solution she could think of was to take the woman to a hospital. Anything related to technology or cybernetics was Constance's field. Sybil didn't know the first thing about what to do in this kind of situation. She quickly moved to the driver's seat, getting the vehicle started and speeding off towards the nearest hospital. God damn it... You stupid girl... Why didn't you back out when I told you... Sybil masked her fear with anger as she drove, blinking away at the tears forming at the corner of her eyes. I tried to warn you... To pull out if it was getting to dangerous... Why didn't you... Why? When she reached the hospital she was quick to lead an emergency team to Constance's console, allowing them to move her to where they could do their work. Sybil followed them, from quite a distance, even in the room where they'd brought her to lay, Sybil remained in a chair on the opposite side of the room, lacking the courage to even look at the face of her potentially dying companion.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

The emergency team was at a loss, they had never seen anything like this before. Every cybernetic circuit in Constance's body had been fried. It had come close to frying out her brain entirely, had any of her bodily functions been linked to any circuitry at all she would not have lived. However Constance had always felt that too much cyber-augmentation made you lazy and cut into your humanity to some degree. It wasn't evil by any means, and since meeting Sybil she had come to understand that perhaps she had not thought it through totally. To save your life was one thing, but to willingly replace your body or let a machine control your thoughts and actions to some degree was just scary to her. That fear it seemed to have saved her life this day. The doctors couldn't explain what had happened but they could fix it. Shortly after being brought to the hospital Constance was in cybernetic surgery. There wasn't a choice, even if she didn't depend on the implants to live, her brain had started using the implants as part of itself. Some of her higher functions were tied to their presence and working condition. The hours would pass as the doctors carefully removed implants that were never meant to be removed. They replaced them with identical circuits hoping to reduce the recovery time needed to adjust to what had happened. It was nearly a full twenty four hours after having arrived that Constance opened her eyes again. She blinked looking around seeing little more than a wash of colors that were slowly settling into shapes. She opened her mouth to speak but found that the words didn't form right. The surprise at being alive still was slowly setting in and she lay back on the reclined bed turning her head to look around seeing where she was and who was with her as the shapes and colors slowly settled into shapes she recognized. She was in a hospital, well was only obvious considering what had happened to her. Those spikes would have killed anyonethen why was she alive? Her eyes turned and saw the shape of someone sitting in a chair. Without knowing why she smiled and the shape defined itself more, her mouth opened again and the word finally organized correctly. Sssybilyoure here.
Thread: Blood, Sweat, and Gears (Skeith x Kolath)

Hearing Constance's voice, however faint it was, brought Sybil back to reality. She rose from the chair moving hurriedly to Constance's side. Her hand wrapping loosely around Constance's own. Of course I'm here. She said quickly, her eyes tearing slightly. I had to be here to chastise you myself. You stupid, stupid girl. She said quietly as she pulled the young woman into a tight hug. Don't you dare scare me like that again. The cyborg blinked away her tears as she held the woman close. Listen... She said quietly as she pulled away. For now I want you to focus on recovering your strength. When you're well enough, I want to talk to you about something, very important. She gave the woman a concerned glance before placing her hand against her cheek. I'm so, so very glad your safe.
Thread: stand up guys ideas

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Thread: The horse wisperer's student (wolvenrogue and lady bloody ava)

Sam was a horse wisperer and a good one he could turn the most ornery of horses into gentle giants and was much in demand. as most riders and owners were women, that was reflected in his clientel. He had long since learned to seperate work from his social life, but he was soon to meet a young woman and her horse that would change all that, and turn his life on its head. He always considered his clients as students, and their horses as friends.... it just kept things simple, but that was soon to go by the wayside. This young woman wanted both and what she wanted to be taught had litttle to do with horsemanship. At 29 years old, 5 ft 11, 175 lbs, Sam's well muscled body and sandy hair and blue eyes left much to interest her. He caught his first glimps of her as she approached from across the arenaas he leaned against the fence watching another client work her newly trained animal.
Thread: The horse wisperer's student (wolvenrogue and lady bloody ava)

A lithe woman with green eyes and long auburn tendrils that handled the the reigns of a brown mare with a brown mane and tail walked into the arena. She walked with the mare at her side with her riding boots and denim jeans. A red and white plaid long sleeved shirt that she wore unbuttoned with a white tank top visible underneath. Her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, looking like the farmers hot daughter, minus the daisy dukes and the blonde head of hair. She was young. Fairly young, with a little too much time on her hands. Twenty one year old, just barely allowed to drink. Well... at least legally. Abby stroked Becca's fine mane, sensing the slight agitation from the liveliness of the atmosphere. Abigail was fairly good with horses, especially Becca, but Becca would let no one, not even Becca.... break her in. One attempt landed her in the hospital for three weeks. She was persistent though. Just as persistent as Becca herself. She had gotten a suggestion to turn to this 'horse whisperer'. It sounded like a load of crock, like one of those fortune tellers in the city. Out of nervousness she fiddled with her necklace. A tiny horseshoe nestled just above the valley of her generous bust. Soft pink lips relinquished a sigh as she tried to find the person she was looking for.
Thread: The horse wisperer's student (wolvenrogue and lady bloody ava)

Sam cocked his stetso back on his head as Becca approached aprehensively, shaking her main. For the moment his attention was on the horse which he could see was nervous and uncomfortable. He pushed off the fence and walking few paces toward them he turned his body so as to no longer look Becca in the eyes. His bronzed chest showed from the open fron of his western shirt still tucked in his levies which covered the black boots he had on. They were not the boots of a city cowboy. these were working boots, and Sam was the real thing. He slowly circled around the arena, keeping his side to Becca and his eyes straight ahead. His blue eyes shone in the sun and the rolled up sleeves of his shirt hugged the large guns of his biceps as they exited the shirt. let go of the bridle he said. speaking to Abby in a confident commanding tone, with just a hint of a country drawl. See if she'll come to me. He stood there waiting as Becca, slowly at first, circled round and then approached his right side from behind. Sam half looked over his shoulder and waited. A moment later, she was there, nuzzling his ear. Sam reached up and gently carressed the side of her face, then turned and ran his hand over her withers and back. Becca remained totally calm. Do you have a saddle blanket? Sam asked, looking at Abby for the first time. The girl was gorgeous, but at the moment he had other concerns. There would be time enough for that later. She would come to him just as Becca had. Of that he was confident. She looked like a spirited fillie, but in time she would come.