Thread: Marine's Lament (Mr. M & Marie Massacre)

forgive me if I wax a bit more wordy ... I hope you'll enjoy The men and women around her fell beneath her swinging arms, as her strikes were laser-like in their precision. One of the mercenary types came in with a rifle to club her on the head, moving fast like the trained professional he was, but Lilith sensed him coming up behind her and managed to lean back, completely under the blow like a limbo dancer, avoiding it and grabbing the rifle with one hand. Her other was neatly placed for an accurate rabbit punch that dropped the merc, moaning and clutching his family jewels. The dead weight of the suits lower half held her down, and without power, she could barely move it, so she writhed out of it, turning her escape from the dead powersuit into a kick to the face to another mercenary that came up on her. She was still bruised, half-dazed from her descent, and dressed only in her skivvies and boots, but she made a beeline for the street side of the basement, arrowing for freedom. If she could get out of this basement, she might get away. Other mercs tried to stop her, but despite her revealing outfit, her movements were not hesitant in the least, and the soft-looking limbs cloaked muscles that might as well have been made of durasteel cable. She mowed through half the contingent of rebel fighters by the time she reached the wall. Others were shouting, calling to each other, some strident, some professional, but she couldnt be bothered sorting it out, she was focused and hyper-alert. Unfortunately, she wasnt as protected as she had been in the suit. A shot found her thankfully, it was merely a projected taser, a globule of crackling energy that hit the middle of her back and electrified her nerves, making her feel like her limbs were on fire. She fell back to the rubble, bruising herself some more, but forced life into her arms and legs again, struggling to her feet amid disbelieving shouts along the lines of Fuck! How is she even conscious after that? Battered and half-out-of-it from the taser hit, she still fought back, but it was only at the level of a normal person, and thats where numbers won out. She was finally knocked to her stomach on a flat piece of what was once a wall, many hands pinning her arms behind her. A mercs combat boot pushed on the side of her face, mashing her head to the surface while she struggled. She could feel cuffs being put on her wrists, then another pair, then another having seen her work, they werent taking any chances. Another voice cut through all the others. Let me through! Let me through! Dont hurt her! She couldnt see, with the foot on her face and her arms pulled up so high, but she could hear the owner of the voice coming close, setting something down. Theres no need to hurt her, he said, sounding like he was opening a case and fiddling around with some gear inside. Didnt you get the memo on trying not to kill if we didnt have to? Shes too dangerous, a deeper, rougher voice growled, surely one of the mercs. The situation does require reevaluation. But you dont have to be animals about it! There was a hiss and a point of coldness on her armpit that started to spread across her body. The sedative will take care of it. Well question her only questions, Carter! Youre the boss, Mr. Drake the rough voice said with a keen edge of sneering sarcasm, just as unconsciousness robbed her of her ability to fight. -- She was groggy, the next time she came aware of herself. Groggy, and alone, and moderately chilly. And within a cage, something akin to a large dog kennel, but durable, sturdy enough to withstand even her enhanced strength. She still had her undergarments, but her feet were bare. She was also in complete darkness, and silence, but for the noise of her own movements. That was good that meant they hadnt given her a sensory limiter, either by injection or implant they werent cutting off her brains reception of her senses input, they had just put her in a dark, quiet room. With the latter, the silence would be interrupted when someone walked in. With the former, they could be preparing for God knows what and shed never know about it until she felt the first touch if they didnt block her sense of touch before they started No time to think about such disturbing thoughts. Better to consider what she might to do escape.