Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 21, 2013 6:20:37 GMT -5
Rennia quickly tossed the emptied adrenaline shot onto the nearest table. She had no more use for the spent thing, even if sterilizing the needle was possible. Now that the man was conscious again, she waited for him to get his bearings. Initially her intentions were to ask if he wanted the leg salvaged or not, or in fact if he wished to go to a hospital or not. Those thoughts however were pushed away by his request for a knife. She perked a brow and looked at him, then at the leg his gaze kept darting to and she offered a simple shrug.
Wasting no time, Rennia made a split second guess as to his intention. With no word of warning she flicked her wrist. For the briefest of moments the cold steel managed to catch the light before the razor sharp blade was driven forward. Flesh or bone, the blade acted as if neither was there. It quickly severed what was left of the man's dangling leg, leaving the two severed neatly. She knew the Morphine wouldn't allow him to feel much beyond the pressure in whatever nerves were left in his leg. It would have been like a quick press, possibly a pinch at the most before his leg was severed. The shock of watching it would have done far more than the nerves of feeling it would have. She hoped the quickness of her act would prevent him from feeling such shock, especially with the amount of blood he was losing.
That was another issue. If she didn't properly close off those veins and arteries, the man was fixing to face some serious issues and fast. "Look, do want to do this the hard way, or are we going to get you to a hospital, because if not you're going to bleed out in no time flat, tourniquets or not."
Post by Rurik Sokol on Aug 23, 2013 2:08:01 GMT -5
Watching her pull the needle out and throw it he let out a small sigh in relief between breathing heavily and trying to keep his mind from racing. When she shrugged and grabbed the knife he felt no pain as it sliced through his flesh. His leg slowly fell off the table, his eyes went a little wider but he took in a deep breath to control his self. His hands started to shake and it was getting hard to hold his self up like this.
"Look, do want to do this the hard way, or are we going to get you to a hospital, because if not you're going to bleed out in no time flat, tourniquets or not."
"Fffuck, okay.." Taking a deep breath he held it in for a few seconds before looking at the ceiling and speaking. "Those idiots at the hospital don't know what they are doing. I need you to do exactly as I say. Grab the duct tape behind you, wrap it as tight around each leg as tight as you can. Cut off all circulation from my legs at my hips." He was losing blood fast and it was taking its effect, he was going white and his speaking was starting to slur. " I have a surgery room in the house. Get me to it after you stop the bleeding and ill tell you what to do from there. Its just outside this door and down the hall. Second door on the right. If I am to pass out here from blood loss there are blood bags in the room."
Last Edit: Aug 23, 2013 2:08:35 GMT -5 by Rurik Sokol
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 23, 2013 2:37:18 GMT -5
Rennia pinched the bridge of her nose as it looked like things were going to be done the hard way. She looked over at the duct tape and shook her head. He might have faith in duct tape, but she didn't. She went back over to the tourniquets and carefully loosened them one at a time before relocating them further up his leg and away from the stumps. Then she began to tighten them. Given she had something to tighten them with, she was able to get the thinner strings of that tourniquet far tighter than she could have the duct tape. After she secured them she looked around and groaned. It looked like she was going to have to carry him by hand. That was just great. He was bound to get blood all over her cloak.
She gave another sigh and shook her head. It didn't appear as if there was much of an option, so at this point Rennia simply turned partially around, grabbing one of his arms and pulled him up towards her. She would grab his other arm afterward and essentially give him a piggyback ride. She would hoist him up, objecting or not, and carry him off towards the door. When she got to it, she'd look over her shoulder slightly. "Which way?"
If he directed her, she would make it to the location in no time, moving faster than she should have been able to in the cramped quarters of the house, carrying half a man. When she made it to the table, she'd turn around again and carefully lower him down, afterward she would gaze around at the equipment. Initially she figured she'd have to be the one to stitch him up, since there was no way in hell he would be able to in his position. However a few quick glances, she began to question whether that was the case or not...
Post by Rurik Sokol on Aug 25, 2013 1:24:18 GMT -5
He watches her as she moved and tightened the tourniquet. She took his arms and put him on her back. His vision was starting to get blurry. When she asked him which way he directed her. She got him to the room and laid him down. Now the fun was about to begin. Adjusting his self on the table he reached over and grabbed the cables, pulling the computer on a stand over he brought up the program and started it. Pushing the computer away he laid down and sighed heavily before the machines started moving.
The locks on the table wrapped around him and held him down. at the same time a needle was pushed into his flesh on his stump of legs. He felt the lower portion of his body start to go numb completely. The mechanical arms moved about with precision and grace, one cut away at the dead flesh and the other got the limbs out. He had a pair made just for him in the event something like this would happen or he snapped. A blood bag was hooked up to him.
He couldn't feel the pain only the pressure as the robotic arms worked quickly. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his self from reaching over and starting the program to make every thing on him cybernetic. Although being tied down he couldn't if he wanted to. Not without telling the woman to start it for him.
The robots quickly cut away the stumps of his legs and set all the flesh and bones aside. Placing the mechanical leg in place in the joint, they started attaching the synthetic muscles to their corresponding muscles. Attaching the cybernetics to the skin it The robots made quick work as they did so, they started cleaning up the wounds and putting a coagulant on them. When the robots were finished the table unlocked.
He reached up slowly and grabbed one of the robotic arms. Pulling his self up into a sitting position he looked down at the legs. They were not covered in the synthetic skin yet. They looked out of place and felt strange on him. Yet at the same time felt at home on his body. He watched as he was able to move his toes. Then his feet. He was soon able to slowly move his legs and getting used to them quickly.
Touching his legs he sighed heavily before looking over to see if his new friend had stayed or left. Seeing as she was still there he spoke up. "Ill be sore in the morning.. Any ways.. I promised you if you helped me the equipment was yours for free. So, it is." He slowly slid his legs around, they dangled off of the table and he pushed his self off. He landed on his feet but had to grab the table to hold onto to completely stabilize his self. "So I will call and have him drop off the drones and the gun you asked for.." Sighing heavily he closed his eyes and took a minute before talking again. "Okay.. This feels really weird.." The blood bag still hooked to his arm he grabbed the iv pole and used it somewhat as a cane.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 25, 2013 2:00:01 GMT -5
After Rennia set him on the table, she stepped back and watched the magic happen. On one hand, she did have basic experience in field medicine, it both came with training as an assassin, to know the effects of what doing any particular action might do, and from practice on herself and others. On the other hand, she was still very much used to the process of destroying limbs, so watching them get built was a curious sight indeed. She watched, seemingly entirely unfazed by the sawing of bone and flesh, and her eyes tracked the machines as new limbs were slowly attached to the man's frame. Inwardly she wondered just how thankful for the morphine the man was, as the process would have otherwise been anything but painless she imagined.
When all was said and done, she would give a nod of her head to signify her approval of the limbs. They seemed somewhat impressive, capable of movement and carrying his weight. She looked up as he started speaking and she tilted her head. "It is appreciated of course... However... I do wonder if you don't intend on chasing down the ones who did this to you. It seems like a worthwhile venture." Rennia would raise a hand as she noticed him leaning on the IV stand, ready to grab him in case he fell. "You're going to have to get used to not feeling anything below the waist. I can only imagine how awkward it would feel."
Post by Rurik Sokol on Aug 25, 2013 4:20:02 GMT -5
Walking over slowly he opened a drawer, pulling out a unlabeled pill bottle he looked at a V he put on it with a black sharpie. Closing the drawer he popped the cap, tossing a couple of the pills in his mouth he swallowed them before looking over to her as she spoke.
"It is appreciated of course... However... I do wonder if you don't intend on chasing down the ones who did this to you. It seems like a worthwhile venture."
"Yes.. They will get what they asked for in due time. Right now.. I need something to drink.. Rum sounds good." Looking at his bloody and torn up shirt he sighed before he realized that he had been without pants on down below this entire time. His junk just hanging out freely he let go of the pole as he took off his shirt, dropping it on the floor and grabbing the pole. Pulling it along as he walked past her and said. "Imagine having your legs completely numb.. But still able to use them. That's what this feels like."
Walking past her into the hallway he turned right and walked into the bedroom. Quickly he pulled on a pair of pants, buttoning them up he turned and walked out of the bedroom. Heading down the hall into the living room. Turning to the kitchen he reached up and grabbed the bottle of rum and a couple glasses. Pouring the rum into the glasses he quickly downed one as fast as he could before pouring it again and picking up the glasses. Handing one to her as he walked over to the couch in the living room.
Sitting down he sighed heavily and took a sip of the rum. He spoke to the woman who had helped him this entire time. Holding his hand out to offer the seat in front of him to her. "Sit down and relax while you can. I have a offer for you any ways."
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 25, 2013 8:58:27 GMT -5
Rennia shrugged at his choice of beverage, but the man had just had his legs blown off so she didn't argue with him. She also seemed to be either completely oblivious to his state of dress, was used to seeing it, or simply wasn't attracted to men without legs. There was of course the chance that it was a mix of the three, thought he second and third were more likely.
A faint chuckle escaped the woman as he made the comment about imagining her legs completely numb and still able to use them. "I don't have to imagine dear. When you've been around enough as I have, you don't have to imagine dear. I don't live cooped up in a laboratory. Eventually things happen when you go out and live. I've been in situations I couldn't feel arms... legs... Still you gotta press on. So been there, done that. Don't care for a repeat. Losing them is another story all together."
Finally she would follow him into the living room, though she'd wait there for him to return with the his drink. She perked a brow as he offered her a glass, but she shrug and took it. For the moment she merely held onto the drink, not bothering to down any of it just yet as she was still somewhat on a job so she tried to limit her consumption. As he made to sit down and motioned her to a seat, she slowly made her way over to it and almost hesitantly sat down on the edge of it and looked over at the man across from her. "And what sort of offer would that be?" she asked after he finished speaking.
Post by Rurik Sokol on Aug 27, 2013 22:57:01 GMT -5
He was glad he didn't feel the pain he wondered why but ignored the thought for now. He sipped on the rum as she sat down across from him. When she spoke he leaned his head back, listening he nodded before he spoke. "Help me kill the men that did this. Simple as that. If you wish I can pay you for it." Closing his eyes he sighed heavily and touched his metal legs through his pants and spoke to his self. "I guess ill have to get to work on that skin.."
He craned his neck to left and right, the bones popping he sighed lightly as he looked back at the woman. "It would be a quick job, in and out, they mainly work out of a warehouse and are there 24/7. I have explosives and you are welcome to take any gun you wish that I have."
Leaning forward he had to keep moving some part of his body it seemed. He couldn't sit still his body wouldn't allow it. "Also.. its in China, I can get us there quickly and if you agree after we take care of the hooligans that did this to me I will give you a flight or ship to where ever you wish. So.. What do you say?"
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 28, 2013 3:08:17 GMT -5
Rennia reached up and pulled her hood down, finally showing her face to the man she had been speaking to. Those crimson eyes looked upon the man with curiosity as he made his offer. The expression within those eyes could best be described as a look of curiosity, as if looking upon something that fascinated her. "It had been my intention to assist you in your endeavor Mister Rurik. I am not particularly fond of surprises of that nature, even if they don't effect me directly."
The daemoness brought the glass up and tilted it in a mock toast before bringing it to her lips and taking a pull. "I should have all the equipment I need to accomplish the job... though the explosives may find a use so it wouldn't hurt to bring them along I suppose. Also, if you possess any blueprints of the facility, I would much appreciate a chance to look those over." Already the daemoness's mind was at work, making and demolishing plans of action as she listened to him speak.
"The location is of little consider, my area of operations span the globe, even if my employers claim otherwise. China is actually one of the easier ones to deal with due to their... relaxed attitude towards such things. If we are to depart now, I will have to make a detour to pick up the vehicle I had shipped over, but otherwise I am ready to move. All I need to know is if you feel capable of assisting in this feat in your condition or if you wish to have me do it solo."
The daemoness finished her statement, gazing at him with a neutral expression. It was clear she had no issue doing as she said and would do so on demand. There hadn't even been a pause between the request and her reply.
Post by Rurik Sokol on Sept 2, 2013 3:46:38 GMT -5
"The location is of little consider, my area of operations span the globe, even if my employers claim otherwise. China is actually one of the easier ones to deal with due to their... relaxed attitude towards such things. If we are to depart now, I will have to make a detour to pick up the vehicle I had shipped over, but otherwise I am ready to move. All I need to know is if you feel capable of assisting in this feat in your condition or if you wish to have me do it solo."
Nodding to her he leaned forward and grabbed onto the pole, standing up slowly he walked over to his computer. Sitting down he started opening various files on his computer. Pulling up blue prints of buildings that gangs he worked with or sold to stayed in. Finding the right one he printed it off. Grabbing it once it was done he stood up again, walking over he handed the papers to her. "This is it, its on the docks in Hong Kong. The equipment you want will be down stairs. Feel free to grab what you wish."
He waited a few moments before answering her question. "Yes.. I will go, I need to test a new project i'm working on. This will be perfect for it."Nodding he closed his eyes for a few seconds and smiled. Opening his eyes to keep smiling. I shall get it ready. The keys for the cabinets is on the hook by the desk." He said as he stood up slowly and started walking towards the garage. Once down the few steps he looked over in the corner and walked towards the large robot. that stood 8 feet tall. Speaking to it he said. "BSR2 wake up."
The robot came to life, it stepped forward from the dock and tilted its head down to look at his creator before kneeling down in front of Rurik.
Rurik nodded to the bot before telling it to move the metal box outside.
IG-88 quickly started working with picking up the box and moving it outside. The movement was fluid and he was proud of the robot. Although he had yet to have any battle testing this would be a good way to figure what still needs to be done with the robot.
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2013 1:49:09 GMT -5 by Rurik Sokol
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 3, 2013 3:48:38 GMT -5
Rennia watched him wander over to his computer slowly before he sat down and began running over files. She was happy to see that he did indeed have a set of blueprints. When he handed them to her, she started looking them over right away. Already three dimensional images were forming in her head of the various rooms of the facility. Obviously she might not have had access to the details of any additions of furniture and other objects within the room, but this alone was good enough to start on.
She wandered down the stairs without taking her eyes off the blueprints, likely not even seeing the robot. There looked around at the various equipment. Being that she wasn't at her own armory, Rennia would pick up a second side arm, attaching it and it's holster to her right leg. She'd then search around and pull out an HK417 with a 16" barrel and a mounted Acog scope on it. It might not have been as accurate as the one with a 20" barrel, but she had her Barrett if she really needed that. She then picked up a silencer, threading it onto the end of the barrel.
Securing that with her other gear she'd check what she had left on her from her last job. It was a single target mission so she didn't bring more than she had to. Frowning she grabbed up a few flash-bang grenades as well as a couple fragmentation grenades. She also picked up several magazines, filling the various pockets on her vest before grabbing up some detcord and C4. Finally she hauls all that, plus what she had up before, up the stairs again where upon she turns to wander into the Garage. "I do hope you've got something to carry all this in... Also, might want to call in on that delivery. The drones would be useful here."
She quickly went over a mental checklist, making sure she wasn't forgetting anything. "The machine gun might help too."
