Cut Off The Head And Kill The Body (Open)

[cyrax]

New York City, New York. It was arguably the most famous and most important city in the entire world. Indeed, one could easily make the argument that it was the center of civilization. Even without the World Trade Center, virtually everyone who was anyone flocked to NYC to do business, legal business or otherwise.

And that's what made New York such a prize. If one could control New York City, they could control the world. Forget military force. Economics controlled everything, and the economy centered around this city. But New York was well guarded. The legendary New York Police Department, the NYPD, the protectors of the Big Apple. So many novels, movies and TV series centered around their exploits. Under their watch, New York was well protected.

That, however, did not sit well with the Lin Kuei's goals. They and those that they held contracts with wanted a slice of the Big Apple, but that didn't fall in line with what the NYPD wanted. Clearly, there was going to be a problem. Two opposing forces, one would have to back down, or change its objectives.

For a while, the Lin Kuei and their allies tried to corrupt the NYPD from within. A mixture of bribes and threats directed at the NYPD simply wasn't doing enough. With their patience worn thin, the Lin Kuei decided on a more direct approach....


Just one Lin Kuei cybernetic ninja had the hardware and software to face down a platoon of American special forces. Green Berets and Navy SEALs paled in comparison to the Forest Demons' elite. The NYPD, skilled and versed as their reputation suggests, would make easy prey. With Sektor sent on another mission, it was an obvious choice of who to send to deal with New York's finest. It was also obvious during what part of day to launch the attack: nighttime.

In order to avoid suspicion and unwanted attention, Cyrax had to be deployed from the edges of town. From there, the cyborg wasted no time getting to the rooftops. There was no moon out tonight, aiding in the ninja's mission. With his enhanced vision modes, he could see much more clearly in the dark than a human. His superhuman prowess also allowed him to effortlessly bound and leap from rooftop to rooftop.

So far, he was able to avoid detection from one of the city's many superheros and superherione. Spider-Man, for example, was no where to be seen. He wouldn't remain undetected for long though, especially considering the loud thud and metallic clanking noise he made whenever he'd land on a rooftop after jumping from another one.

Once Cyrax was close enough though, he could teleport the rest of the way. Rather than a bright flash of smoke or energy that took on a chaotic shape, Cyrax's teleport would marked by a bright blue digital pattern. Blocky and pixilated, the energy surrounded him and he vanished only to reappear on the roof top of the NYPD headquarters.

Although the HQ wasn't as heavily manned as it would be during the day, the New York Police Department ran twenty-four hours a day. As such, Cyrax would encounter resistance, which was partly what the Lin Kuei wanted. The objectives were to demonstrate a number of things, after all. Such as prove they were more than just bribes and threats, and prove that they could attack when the NYPD was most vulnerable.

Scanning the building's schematics in his heads-ups display, or HUD, Cyrax decided on the best form of entry. This was much to the misfortune of the cops that happened to be near-by. The officers had just poured themselves a cup of coffee in a back room. They were taking a short break in the breakroom when all of a sudden the vent in the ceiling near them fell to the floor; a heavy, yellow clad cyborg ninja falling after it.

Although Cyrax had special fail-safes built into his hardware and software to prevent any emotional interaction, he still retained his wealth of fighting experience and his logical mind; a mind that told him that striking here first would be best. Avoid what is strong, attack what is weak, and Cyrax could not have found weaker in this situation than to prey upon weary, resting police officers.

The two unfortunate cops sat at one of the many tables in the breakroom, and the initial shock of seeing Cyrax jump down from the vent opening was enough to keep one of cops stunned. During the officer's inaction, Cyrax closed the distance between the cop and himself and delivered a swift blow to the side of the neck, killing his victim instantly.

The dead officer's partner was sitting on the other side of the table and managed to regain enough of his composure to reach for his gun. By the time he drew it and took the safety off, Cyrax had already killed his friend; and by the time he aimed his gun at the cyborg, Cyrax reached up and grabbed the man's wrist. He jerked the officer's hand away, causing the gun to fire and miss. His inhuman strength also destroyed the officer's wrist, causing him to cry out in agony.

Cyrax silenced the officer, taking his free hand and sinking his knuckles into the cop's forehead, another instant kill. But the element of surprise was soon lost. Other police officers occupied the breakroom. A couple of them ran to get help, but those that remained had already drawn their weapons, undid the safeties, and started to open fire.

Bullets glanced off the assassin's armor as he turned around to face his attackers. Cyrax rushed these officers as well, closing the distance between one officer and himself by springing off the ground, landing with one foot, then swinging his other foot around and down to catch the nearest officer in the face. The blow would either kill the cop or make him wish he were dead. Cyrax turned to confront the next nearest officer. By that time, someone had managed to reach the alarm and sound it.

With the blaring alarm and the sound of gunshots filling the air, perhaps it wouldn't be long before a third party entered the no-holds barred between the Lin Kuei and the NYPD....

[Allegra Ford]

Dull, it felt lovely at the beginning but the more she lived with the feeling the more she wanted to find trouble and bring something interesting back in her life. Glancing back at the time on her labtop monitor, she had been checking the four digits like crazy. Hoping that soon this female law enforcer could get out of this desk job the sergeant had assigned her and go out to look for some justice in the terrible streets of New York. But alas, time had been against Allegra like it was mocking her for being so impatient. Hey….could you blame the wolf? Both her partner and godchild were away leaving her alone to deal with the bullshit an officer dealt while working and normally one of them would keep her in line.

Letting a frustrated sigh out, Allie sank deeper in her chair as she went over for the millionth time the report she wrote out on a case closed homicide. Again, things in the written department for her looked fine as she rested one arm on the desk and the other on the arms of the chair. No errors, no nothing. Moving her attention away again, she let her faded blue eyes scan the area of the many desks only to find a three of four other men with writing up their paper and not looking too happy they needed to be precise or they’d have their asses handed to them with the sergeant. And even though she didn’t show it, Allegra honestly felt sorry for them as she felt their pain when it came down to having to write the report like it was some shitty mystery novel only another at that level could understand. Gosh did it suck….

Regretting so very badly that she missed her chance of going with Trish and Jeri to Hawaii, she could only let yet another frustrated sigh out but this time it turn into an all out growl that was murmur under her breath. Deciding to try and write more, she closed her eyes for a sec and took a deep breath to calm down some of the frustration she was feeling for being cooped up inside this building like a caged animal. Listening to her heart beat, it was all going smoothly until something from the distance caught her attention in the sound of crashing and the smell of death that only her inhuman hearing could pick up. Snapping her eyes open, Allegra quickly rose to her feet and looked to the other cops and before she could say what she was thinking, a loud cry of pain was heard in the halls that made them all turn to the direction of the sound. ”Shit! Something’s not right….” Reason Allie said that was because she smelt something strange and unfamiliar that it made her cautious. Grabbing her gun, she headed to where the noise was coming from and with two armed me behind her no less.

By the time they reach half way to the break room, a few officers had been running out and one was even smart enough to activate the alarm. Stopping one of the cops before they had the chance to reach some place safe, she questioned the poor guy just to see what they were dealing with. ”What the hell is in there? And how many officers are down?” Noticing that the man was somewhat nervous and afraid, it took him a moment to get his bearings before answering her. ”More than a few…I-it’s some kind of machine! I don’t really know how we’re g-gonna stop it since none of our bullets put a dent on it’s armor.” Nodding a bit worried now, she let him go before looking back to the two other officers that had been following her.

”Someone come with me while the other finds the chief and gets more assistance.” Noticing one of the men looked at her funny, she wasn’t at all amused by his attitude. ”And what assistance can we get with something that strong?” Letting her frown deepen on her already peeved face, Allegra wanted to call the man an idiot. ”Exactly how did you get into the police force without a brain? Think for once! Like how about calling and assemble the swat team or maybe even get a few of the retired men that got discharged from the war? It’s not that hard…” Practically rolling her eyes, she turned away and quicken her pace to the break room door before holding her gun out and readying herself for a fight.

To her not so surprise, it was indeed a machine like robot as she peeked inside from the frame of the doorway as a few officers were left still trying to deal with the problem by repeatedly shooting at the thing until sooner or later they run out of ammo. Damn it…Normally this was Trisha field of expertise and not hers since deal with metal was a pain. At least for her partner, the meta woman could turn him into a pretzel with the snap of her fingers. Where was that cop when you needed her…oh….right…she was in Hawaii doing some sort of job. SHIT! Letting an animal like growl through her teeth, she was lucky enough not to be heard from the other cop as gun fire went on still and hadn’t stopped even after the yellow machine knocked down one of the gun men. God damn it, they were all in over there heads with this predicament. Allegra might have stood a chance since she was a werewolf, but not these innocent men that had lives more fragile than air itself. What the hell was she to do?

[cyrax]

What really separated man from machine? Were humans not machines themselves, albeit organic rather than inorganic? Indeed, don't humans carry out behaviors that programmed into them? Sure, there are genetics that cause people to behave the way they do, but what about training? Law enforcement training, for example. Or perhaps other past memories, such as battlefield experience.

For two officers, their programming overrode their critical thinking. Shortly after the cyborg attacker had destroyed their brother in arms' face with one of its metal feet, one of them drew his pepper spray and sprayed it in the cyborg's direction. It was reflex, plain and simple, and unworthy of the NYPD's reputation. The officer looked to be young too, suggesting he was a rookie.

A rookie he might remain, fore the injury he was about to receive may force him into an early retirement. Or worse.

The rookie officer blinked, realizing his mistake. It would've done him well to first realize he was the closest cop to the cyberninja, and worse yet, he'd gotten the cyborg's attention. Cyrax covered two paces worth of distance in the blink of an eye, his hand reaching out to grab the young cop's wrist. The superhuman grip of his hand crushed the bones and tendons in the officer's wrist, causing him to cry out in pain. Cyrax jerked him forward, however, into the grip of his other hand, which grabbed his victim by his lower torso.

With the rookie cop now firmly in his grasp, Cyrax effortlessly lifted him off the ground and heaved him into the hail of bullets coming at him from his left side. The human projectile probably absorbed a few shots from his comrades, before his body collided with theirs, knocking most of them to the ground. But for every cop he downed, more came in to replenish their numbers. One such re-enforcement was a female.

She didn't stand out from the rest of them in any significant way that would've caused Cyrax to take note of her. Indeed, from all outward appearances, she looked like a normal human. Despite his advanced senor package, Cyrax lacked the ability to discern humans from nonhumans. The woman's werewolf traits would remain unknown to the Lin Kuei warrior. Although it's not like he actually took time to examine her, at least not at first.

After all, he could only afford a passing glance to acknowledge police re-enforcements had entered the room, most of which now had their guns out. If the machine had had human emotions, he might've taken a brief moment to note how they opened fire on him without reading him his rights. But only cold efficiency remained, a programming that told him to kill as many as he could. Like these humans, he would carry out what had been programmed into him.

The remainder of the original cops that had occupied the break room stood on the far side from the entrance, from which the female officer had entered. As he paused to reload, Cyrax quickly charged at him, bounding into the air again and swinging his foot around. This time around, however, he contorted his body to deliver a roundhouse kick, one that took the cop's head clean off.

With the original cops either incapacitated or gone, Cyrax turned his attention toward the cops that stood on the break room's other side, the ones who had entered as re-enforcements. With mechanical quickness, he snatched up one of the break room's tables to use as a shield, both for protection and distraction. Placing the table in front of him, to hide is form, he rushed toward the group of police, his next actions determined by how they react....

[deadlock]

A girl with blue hair sat in the waiting room - she wasn't terribly remarkable other than that - just another street punk in a black leather jacket and chains, her bottom lip pierced a couple times. Under the coat, Edyth, Eddie to her friends, didn't look like she was as much of a threat as the gun-toting policemen... so the robot had ignored her when it stormed past, blades flashing and metal glinting like some kind of cybernetic death ninja.

She'd come here to find officer Waldgrave, right? That was her name, wasn't it? She sighed. She never thought she'd be doing this, but a bag under her things was opened, and a small device, like an RC car's remote, was pulled from it, along with an ornate pistol, emblazoned with the crossed swords and 9's of the 99 Kings. As Eddie muttered, she loaded several clips into it and stood, raising the strange controller to her mouth.

"Showtime." she said into it, and the tip started to flash red. She pocketed it, then kicked open the break room door with practiced ease. Edyth, Deadlock, had fought in the Z-War in Gotham City alongside the boys in blue - alongside Trisha Waldgrave, and she spoke highly of these men. This iron asshole was about to learn not to FUCK with the boys in BLUE! Deadlock owed a lot to them... and she'd make him FUCKING PAY for this shit!

Stalking through the halls, gun at the ready, loaded with, ironically, copkillers, she pressed her back to the wall where she was most certain the action was coming from, a plaque marking it as the breakroom. A meaty smack echoed in the halls and... a human head smacked into the wall opposite the door with a meaty thud. Eddie was scowling now - she'd seen policemen die - but the living dead weren't.... malevolent. Not really. They were just... things. That was just... cold, precise malevolence, with the head... She didn't roar, didn't scream - she just turned into the room, saw the robot, lifted her gun, and...

BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM---

she emptied a clip at him - she was no bad shot - the streets of gotham, when mobsters had full-auto weapons and zombies came in hoards making bullets precious, one learns to be... damn accurate. No stupid table would stop a copkiller bullet - AP rounds had a tendancy to go a bit too far. She was aiming for bodyshots, stalking into the room, her finger blazing on the trigger. Humans had rights. Cybernetic death machines had no rights - she didn't bother considering otherwise.

This assclown was toast. Deadlock would see to that.

[Allegra Ford]

Ok, now who in their right mind would spray mace at a machine? ….Seriously?.... What? Were the cops still in diapers? That was so not what their sorry butts should be doing. For a moment the rookie that pulled such a ridiculous move just made a disgrace to the police force on more than one level and that moment came to a grand halt as robo banana man gave the poor rookie it’s undivided attention. Proving Allegra’s theory correct, that mace doesn’t work yet a body shield against bullets did, she ignored the young rookie’s demise like most soldiers did in the heat of battle and entered the room.

Now of course there wasn’t any grand entrance like that Charlie Angel’s bullshit people saw on tv, as a cop she was quite practical in keeping her presences to a minimum….well normally was anyway. With the extra reinforcements behind her it had already ruined the element of surprise. Plus if what she was assuming was right, than this humanoid machine wasn’t just for muscle and agility, it also was smart like anything dangerously programmed. Pushing the obvious off somewhere in her brain, Allie brought her attention to the scene taken place in front of her which was messy and bare. Most of the surviving men made a run for it while their dead comrades decorated the ground. Normally, this would have made her stomach churn, like her cop friend behind her that seemed to turn somewhat green yet fighting in the war and seeing death all the time just felt like any other day. Hell.

Having her gun steadily out and a glare that said she meant business, it wasn’t a surprise to see yellow robot man looked to them finally and do something Allegra figured the prick to do as not her but her back up shot a few rounds in it’s direction. Pulling up the table near it as a penetrable shield, her gut told her the yellow cyborg was up to something and this of course was it. Ceasing the cop behind her from firing by griping on to his hand and tugging the direction he was aiming downward. Allegra pushed him quickly to the side with her and in good time since another uninvited guest made themselves known by actually shooting right through the table with an impact made for a shotgun. Just what the hell was going on?!

First, an acrobatic machine goony and now some female punk with way too many guns, jeez this was weird, even if Ms. “I’m A Werewolf HAHAHAHA” herself was weird, this got up high in her list of what the fuck’s. Already getting ticked off at the mess the two strangers were making, it was a surprise Allie hadn’t full out yelled at the two for being out of their minds to duel in the NYPD’s home base. Correction, now she was going to yell. Why? Oh, that’s frickin simple. As the punk girl continued to focus her attention on yellow bumblebee impersonator, another man went down and it wasn’t one of her guys either. It was pedestrian and in all it clowning around and honking glory officially gone since the shot to the head ended his life instantly as he fell near Allegra’s feet. ”Ok, I f-fantastic-cking had it. Assistance can just stay out of it. I’ll deal with this damn problem myself already!” Looking all the more like she was going to shoot someone where the sun don’t shine, that statement was directed to her backup buddy that to her opinion was going to be a casualty.

It’s funny how men like him got the message to stay out of it, but he did nonetheless which made her job a lot easier as she covered him to the door to make his escape as the two strangers were occupying themselves in this fight one on one. Before her backup was safe from harm, she quickly gave him instructions in assembling the extra fire power and keeping the other men away from this considering how everyone in the break room dropped like flies. Watching for a sec as he exited the halls and towards safety, her attention was back on the two if not crazy than dangerous people. Bringing her gun out again, she braced herself for what this machine had in store for her crazy savoir and herself. Even if the blue haired chick made the mess spread, if they were still alive Allegra would have to ‘try’ and thank the young lady. Though this grumpy wolf didn’t know if she could…

[cyrax]

There were several reasons as to why a cyborg is a preferable alternative to a fully fledged robot. Sure, a robot is guaranteed to feel absolutely no pain or suffering, but a cyborg with a human mind -or formerly human, at least- had the benefit of being able to act on a wealth of experience.

In his human form, Cyrax was a deadly ninja assassin that was devoted whole heartedly to the Lin Kuei. Indeed, he'd gone on many missions as a human ninja, prior to being automated. From that, he gained a lifetime of experience in actual combat. As a cyborg, his mind benefited from that experience. Perhaps it was even thinking outside logic, or the closest to thinking outside logic that a machine could do.

The female police officer, who seemed to be more competent than the others, also probably had a wealth of experience. Her experience translated into gut instinct, which told her something was wrong. And it was, for them.

Shortly after Cyrax had tossed the rookie cop at his police officer comrades, some more back-up of theirs arrived. However, this other female was armed in a way the cops weren't. She had armor piercing rounds, not that Cyrax was in a position to know that just yet. Instead, that was when he executed his rather bizarre tactic, the tactic that hinted to the female cop that something was wrong.

He picked up a table, large enough to cover virtually all of his form, and rushed toward the cops and their mechanical back-up. But why? Why pick up a table that couldn't shield him from bullets, especially the big AP rounds the power armor was using? Indeed, even if Cyrax wasn't aware of the AP rounds, he did know the cop's bullets would glance harmlessly off his armor, but could penetrate the table.

So then why did he shield himself with a table while rushing at him?

Experience teaches well. Practice bears only fruit. As the human Cyrax had learned, and has the cyborg Cyrax remembered, concealment, deception and distraction were the ninja's greatest tools. The AP rounds and the cop rounds tore through the table, shredding it apart. The shattered table revealed.....nothing.

It collapsed, perhaps in pieces, to the floor. The momentum of Cyrax rushing at the cops with the table had carried it just for enough to meet their gunfire. The flashing of their guns served to conceal the flash of Cyrax's teleport; from behind the table....to behind the girl that was not in a cop's uniform.

The Lin Kuei's cybernetic ninjas were strong enough to crack the floors of factories and warehouses -which were made of concrete blocks some ten feet thick- with their blows. Not surprising, since all of them could shatter rock and break wood with their kicks and punches, even in their human forms.

Cyrax was no exception. However, he choose not to attack with anything that lethal. Perhaps some trace of a human remained in the cyborg? Perhaps he would not allow himself to harm or kill a woman. Or maybe his core logic had another reason. Perhaps.....a hostage? For ransom, maybe?

Instead of a punch or a kick, Cyrax fired one of his green energy nets from an opening on his chest. Cyrax executed his attack the very instant he teleported behind her, in less than a second. In other words, there may not have even been enough time for the table to hit the floor. The element of surprise would help, so would the fact the girl was already facing away from Cyrax.

Should the net find it's mark, it would cover her, incapacitating her, though not harming or killing her. Indeed, she'd even remain fully conscious, if the net found it's mark that is.

[deadlock]

Edyth noticed the damage she was causing to the table - it was satisfying, in a grim 'shooting things is fun' kind of way, but she just wasn't hitting her mark - she knew that before her eyes could confirm it. She was not just some punk, after all - she was Deadlock! She knew what things acted like when they were getting shot, and this wasn't it. She'd never seen somebody move that fast - so fast that he seemed to... she jumped! She didn't have to think about it - too much time fighting umbrellacorp, too many laser grids foiled. Sorry, bot-o, no hostages today.

Midair, as the bright green net whizzed into the room, things seemed to wind down - the volume decreased, and the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the sound of her steady breathing, they filled her whole world as adrenaline hit her like a familiar tide. Turning the natural rotating motion of her dodge to her use, Edyth brought her pistol to bare before she even hit the ground. She didn't *KNOW* where the cyberninja was, not precisely, but she did know how SHE would have done it - close. Little chance of avoiding a cheap little trick like that if you were close to your mark.

Eddie's mind raced - she knew how big he was - it was a matter of proportion, really, and she was a genius after all - she was aiming to kill. The head, right at the temple was her target - it was a gamble of a sort - the whole thing hadn't taken more than a second, she knew that to be true in a distant... echoing, pounding of numbers sort of way, the innermost whisperings of a mind too busy for its own damn good. Just the same, Deadlock did not count on that single headshot hitting - the only people who made such last-ditch efforts were the desperate and the dead.

Deadlock was neither.

Tucking her legs and baring a hard back to the momentum of her throw, she absorbed the impact with the ground, turned it into a tumble of a sort, planted her feet on the ground, and ground to a sudden halt and crouch, her back vaguely aching in a halfhearted sort of way. She had to be able to move... especially if he could move that apparently well. She didn't have time to have a bruised rib.

[Allegra Ford]

Ok, note to self maybe yellow robo man was a ninja. Well who the hell knew expect for the machine itself as it teleported ‘in a sense’ and caught the young lady ALMOST by surprise. But luckily for the chick in punk gear, she dodged the oncoming sneak attack even missing the weird looking green net it shot out from it’s chest. Being a somewhat safe distance away, if you call positioning one’s self on the other end of the door than yeah, it was safe…..Not. Moving back in again, she kept her feet moving just so it was harder for robo man to get the jump on Were cop as well.

Finally deciding to shoot even though she wasn’t sure it would make much of a difference, Allerga took a few shots towards it’s head like the punk girl had done. Now of course she didn’t know if this would work considering like the last ‘assumption’ she made up, this robo man reminded her of a villain in a movie with so many similarities in it’s ‘indestructability’ it made the Were cop very uneasy. Like it or not she was starting to see T-800 in the damn thing though extremely fast and more agile then buff Uncle Buck that killed John Connor’s father. Sniffing the air in hopes she smelled something oil like or burning inside the robot it was hard to tell. By now she would have, to a suicide dive towards the machine and use her inhuman strength to rip off a piece of armor and perhaps throw a bit of water inside so it malfunctioned like those delicate labtops Jericho used to surf the web. It was between that or rip it’s frickin head off to stick a grenade inside and making a run for it. Oooooh the options….

((Out Of Cupcakes: So very sorry for the late reply, and I don’t know if this will do any good since it’s short and I didn’t know what to write. But again, very sorry. ))

[deadlock]

((Grimlock, we gonna assume that Cyrax teleported away when this happened - seeing as how you won't be able to post a while, we thought we'd move the thread on a tad in your stead and just let you jump in again later, to try again perhaps? :3 Look forward to shooting at Cyrax again! *cackles!*))

Eddie panted, staring at the doorway's exit, her gun held level with the portal, as if she could see Cyrax fall, see him through the misaligned bullethole she'd left in the break room's doorway. She didn't move for a good four or five seconds as the thunder died down from Allie Emptying her clip. As her mind replayed the last few moments, she slowly lowered her hand. Whatever happened... happened and it was done happening now. She wasn't certain of it... but as she got to her feet, back to the wall, Deadlock refused to lower her pistol from the doorway. Cautiously, the Inevitable circled the room a bit, getting the doorway into view at her own pace, ending up standing near Allie once she was convinced that Cyrax was... not there, once the mist of plaster had settled in on the ground, the later work of a broom, dustpan, mop, and bucket.

Gone. He wasn't even attacking the others from behind or jumping them from the ceiling. Instinct told Eddie a few things, and, putting on the safety to slide the piece into its holster, she turned to the wolf cop.

Some people might have asked if she was alright. Some people might have apologized maybe for running, guns blazing, into a room and accidentally, with a ricochet that she couldn't be blamed for, capped somebody as she took the law into her own hands. Not her. She could plainly see that Allie was a-ok, and for another thing, while she might have felt bad that somebody got hurt, a lot of people had gotten hurt and bullets were flying everywhere - no telling what the hell had happened. Compound that with the fact that Deadlock took the law into her hands on a daily basis, and the last bit was of no account.

She managed to say "Sup!" and light a cigarette she produced from somewhere about her person. At close range, Allie would see the blue shield, marked with a black-winged iron skull with red eyes as an emblem upon her sleeve, the shield bearing a yellow embroidery, carefully sewn into the leather. It had bulletholes and tarnished iron spikes. Taking a long, slow draw, she exhaled, grin never fading, as smoke curled wildly from her nostrils.

"Name's Deadlock. I'm here to see Trish."

[cyrax]

(My absence thoroughly screwed up this thread, so Imma exit Cyrax. My apologies)

Somehow or another, the girl was able to evade his net attack, despite it being well planned and quickly executed. Both the cyborg's core logic and his wealth of battle experience told him that a counter attack was eminent. He quickly ducked around a corner in order to avoid whatever shots from her armor piercing gun might fire at him.

His mind calmly raced and filtered through ways to take her down. However, his logic clicked in and reminded him that his mission parameters had already been satisfied. Perhaps the NYPD would think twice before crossing the Lin Kuei. Then again, perhaps not.

Everyone in sight would be able to view the bright, digital-like, blue flash, signifying the ninja teleporting away. Teleporting away, as it turns out, was much easier than teleporting in. After all, there were no homing beacons in the NYPD station, which was why Cyrax had to come in on foot. However, there were homing beacons designed for Lin Kuei warriors, as Lin Kuei outposts. Cyrax, of course, teleported to the nearest such outpost.

(Exit Cyrax)

[Allegra Ford]

That thing was…well….gone…poof…did the stupid disappearing act Houdini would have been proud of. Allegra didn’t know if she should have been glad or really pissed that the root of this incident decided to cower away from the fight between her and the stranger. Curling her lips with a look of sheer irritation, it was easy to see she was all BUT happy about these turn of events, even more so when she heard a slight groan or two from one of the officers down on the ground. Shit…. Lowering her gun finally, Allegra was about to head over to the mass of littered bodies occupying the other side of the room if it wasn’t for the fact ‘Miss I’m a Punk’ made herself noticeable to Allegra once more by giving the cop the all too modern day teen greeting she’d never quite liked with the added lighted cigarette smell that was now beginning to fill this poor cops sensitive nostrils as the punk took in a drag and blew it out from her nose. Normally she would have actually given a crap about such a chick doing this in front of her just as much as intervene and maybe had put people in danger but right now wasn’t even the time to give two shits for such a person. Allegra didn’t care if the stranger ninja’d away like the robot after this whole incident because mostly Allie’s concern was towards her coworkers of the law; though the smell of smoke was strong….the scent of death and blood was even stronger.

Facing the woman who all but greeted Allie with a grin that made the cop think she was some cocky ass punk, the lady introduced herself adding in the reason behind why she was here at the station in the first place. Her name was Deadlock and she was looking for Allegra’s partner Trish….ok…… Now exactly how many shady people did Trisha know?! Showing a bit of hopelessness to the new situation, Allie wasn’t too thrilled about explaining her partner’s whereabouts that was IF of course she confirmed something first. Looking at her with a distrusting gaze, Allegra retorted with suspicion. ”You have got to be kidding me...” she said in that doubting voice of hers as she decided to turn her attention away from Deadlock for now and figure out who was still alive. Turning away and walking towards the littered bodies, she checked each one individually until she spotted two men out of 8 or 10 that covered the floor. Kneeling before the first guy, she checked how bad of a shape he was in before heading over to the second guy. Both seemed to have severe injuries from the carnage that robotic ninja created and they both were soon going to end up in critical condition if she didn’t do something.

Taking out her radio from her belt, she called in for assistance. ”This is Ford, requesting immediate medical attention for two cops down. I repeat requesting IMMEDIATE medical attention.” Listening for the operator to respond back and not paying attention that she was being rude to Deadlock by somewhat ignoring her, it took just a minute. ”What’s your location, Officer Ford?” Not taking another second to hesitate, she answered back. ”Downtown precinct.” Clicking the radio back on to her belt, it was a surprise that she didn’t stick to the codes they taught her but who would when it didn’t involve civilians? Trying her best to keep the two men alive before help would arrive; normally, she would call for back up and explain the situation at hand but other cops would be arriving soon to the scene so it was better to at least have the ambulance here just as fast. Hearing her radio go off saying help was on its way, Allegra felt slightly relieved but then her irritation came back again by the reminder that it was mainly that robot’s fault for all of this. When this was all over, Allegra was going to get some pay back that machine well deserved. Glancing back to Deadlock finally, she still didn’t look all too pleased. ”Exactly how do you know her?” She asked finally with seriousness coating those words like a dagger being sharpen.

[deadlock]

Deadlock seemed... like she was a zen little motherfucking center of the universe in the heart of the carnage and under the scorn of Alison Ford's... less than enthusiastic reception - 'course, it was to be expected, what with one thing and another. Way Eddie saw it, at least they were alive and MOST of the policemen had made it. She didn't envy the 'poor fuckers' lying on the ground or their familes, and very much not the poor slobs that had to call their families. She took another serene drag of her cigarette as Allie wandered off to tend to her comrades, wondering if this really, really was Trisha's partner. Seemed to have a king-size stick up her derriere, but... then, loss of comrades takes a person like that sometimes. For the sake of Trish... she should help. Holstering her pistol, and puffing away steadily at her cigarette, Eddie almost moved to help the men move the bodies, gather... bits... but she stopped. A familiar, not at all welcome knot formed in her gut, and it was all she could do not to lock up. Just breathe, Eddie. Goddamnit, breathe!

Puff, puff.

When Allie was mouthy, asked her if she was kidding, she just gave a smirk that had ice in. "Mmm... Nope." She said simply, and let it hang as Allie called for the help the still-living men so desparately required. She wasn't trained in medicine... the most she'd end up doing is speeding up their deaths. She knew for a fact she wasn't qualified to go near a wounded man - he expertise was machines. Guns, Cars, Trucks, Giant Robots, those were more her media. People... people were important, and she was probably in enough trouble. She'd risked her life for these men and women, and that was all she could do apart from being... as cooperative as she could. It'd make Allie's life, and through her, Trisha's life, more bearable. Her own too, come to that.

She hadn't minded being ignored. She didn't mind the icy look Allie gave her, either - she was once again the creamy center of the kickass doughnut of serenity she usually was, so her response didn't tinkle with ice like the glare she'd given Allie earlier. Self control was a marvelous thing. She wanted to scream, to puke, to jump out the window and go splat, to punch babies, and to breathe fire on something, but she settled for tapping the ash of her cigarette and taking another huge, steadying draw. It was displacement activity, and she'd deck the first psychologist who said so between his bitch-ass eyes on general principles. She bottled her revulsion at the corpses. She bottled her rage at the machine that hurt them, she stuffed it all down with a side order of irritation at Allie for giving her such a chilly reception - honestly, Hazama a snake would have been more grateful - and then labeled the bulging jar that contained the seething black and bile mass "For later use" and put it with... all the others.

"Gotham war, Ma'am." she said with a calm, respectful tone that she'd found whimpering at the bottom of all that rage she'd just bottled up. It was blistered and broken, but it was there. "'gainst the Zombies... Trish and I were comrades, told me to come up here if I wanted to help out." she smiled a bit - Allie might have been able to catch the sick desperation in Eddie's eyes, hidden behind glaciers of self control. Eddie was a lady with a lot on her mind, and she was a trained attack dog - she had that... controlled force of destruction look about her. A lady like this needed direction before she happened to somebody.

[Allegra Ford]

Holding back the strong urge to knock her lights out and show Deadlock what it truly means to be a bitchy cop. All the canine cop did was breath silently and forced herself to control her inner beast before Allegra would regret it later. Thinking sensibly, Allegra stubbornly admitted she was acting like an unapproachable bitch made of ice. But could you blame her? Fallen comrades and a woman that dressed up as your average troublemaker would set anyone off to the point they don’t trust others, sadly that didn’t Allie much to save her own life when it came to people like Deadlock….in her case theirs. Listening to Deadlock reply about her meeting Allie’s partner in Gotham when shit hit fan at such a place, Allegra just kept silent for a moment. Still not trusting she texted Trish for confirmation on the person even describing Deadlock in appearance wise which was a shocker for most since the canine cop didn’t normally text but after dealing with Jeri contacting her in that matter she had to sadly adapt. Damn it Trish attracted some fishy characters….and as much of a hypocrite as she was turning herself to become at this moment, Allegra wasn’t normal either.

When a text came back it confirmed everything which made Allie let out a sigh while letting down her guard just slightly and that was all. If Trish trusted this shady person than so would she….just more cautiously like the smart person she was. ”Helping is an understatement….it looks like now we need recruits since our numbers are shortening once again.” Looking away and towards some of the motionless bodies all she could do was think how bad this situation just became for the department. What were they going to do now? Get more rookies just to make it ten times harder for their district? Ha! Fuck no! It that had to happen, Allegra would surely make them wise they never set foot in the station. And if Trish was here….oh….well there went the remainder of peace, especially if they got cocky with the meta cop. ”The department may be officially a goner…..Just fucking great….” She muttered to herself before getting up as she heard backup finally making their appearance.

When the swat team and the highly skilled higher ups enter the room with the medic right behind them all guns automatically pointed to Deadlock. ”Freeze!” Trying to step in to stop the situation from becoming anymore worse she tried to intervene. ”Stand down, she’s one of ours.” Of course she got shafted due to unneeded noise and pretty much all standing law enforcers focus on the punky woman as the main squad leader continued. ”Drop your weapons.” 5……….4……….. ”And put your hands behind your head!” 3…….2…. ”Do it or will be forced to shoot!” ….1….. Forcibly pushing her way through the group of idiots so she could stand somewhat in between Deadlock and the swat team she frickin let them have it. Pulling out her gun she fired up towards the ceiling. Which quieted most of them and had the guns pointing to her now. Bad move but if she died due to their stupid…karma would so get them in return. That or she murder the idiot that shot her once she got out of the morgue. ”I SAID STAND THE FUCK DOWN DAMN IT! Or do I need to let my gun go off AGAIN to get your attention?!..........Now to make this fucking clear, she’s with me go it? Unlike you guys she actually was back up to prevent any more casualties from happening to the rest of our men. If anything how about helping out the injured instead of pointing your damn guns….” It was not her place to be ordering the squad leader much less use her firearms like that but she has had it for today.

[deadlock]

Silence reigned in the wake of Allie's tirade, every mouth dropped wide open in surprise and shock at the sudden SNAP of tension. Grown men shirked away from the woman, superior officers were struck dumb, mere privates and corporals were paralyzed with surprise. Deadlock stood there, cigarette dangling from her lips, looking just as shocked as any of the rest of them. There was something supernatural about a werewolf on a tight string of tension - something special. She'd only seen or felt an effect like that on one other human being in the whole fucking world, and that was Jax.

Quietly, her ass vibrated.

Deadlock felt a sinking pit open up in her stomache. She'd stood there, staring at the rush of weapons, not moving an inch, save to calmly puff away at her cigarette, with more than a small look of irritation and a glint of wrath in her eyes, but all the anger had bled out of her, all the tension had been directed to the tip of Allie's gun as it put a hole in the ceiling. She'd not noticed the increasing frequency of vibrations. This one was close though. There was a... distant roar, almost like a jet going overhead. She was standing in front of a window in the old building, so she turned, very slowly, and put her hand up in a clear STOP NOW, MOTHERFUCKER expression and said, clearly, but not loudly.

"Hold it." in the direction of the window. Something... FUCKING BIG rushed up as if on cue, the roar growing to an uncomfortable volume. Whatever it was, it was humanoid, it was well over nine feet tall, and it was flying on blue flames, rumbling to an aerial halt feet from the window. On the whole, Deadlock's mechanical intelligence was useful. It was protective of her... it could read her biosignatures and such like that, and hear her voice - but also the voices of those near her. If she was in trouble, it would come for her. It was really that simple.

The thing blotted out the sun from outside, and she waved at it, a universal 'get away' sort of motion. With that, she turned to the collected cops, and took a long, careful drag of her cigarette, staring at them intently while she did it. She waited a good five or six seconds before replying, smoke spilling from her lips as she spoke.

"Names Deadlock, boys, and I'm here to help you lot. Keep pointing those dinky things at me and I'll help you find your teeth, too." she said. It was a statement of fact. She meant it, 250%. Gotham and New York was a mere fifty miles, if that, apart. The hellhole of Gotham was pretty close to home, and she'd stood tall there - maybe some of the boys would be from that neck of the woods.

She shrugged, and sighed, letting the last of her smoke out.

"Prefer not to hafta..."