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Contest: Dark Acoustics Act III Part III - "Endgame pt. I"

Post by Xefa01 » Fri Apr 20, 2012 5:11 am

“My sensors are picking up multiple signatures converging on your location Agent Katy.”

Blanch had stepped back into the hall from Manhattan’s room, his pained groans silenced as she shut the door.

She knew that the sound of his weapon discharge and subsequent damage registered by the carrier’s passive sensors would attract attention. Azora’s warning just alerted her to their location.

“Thanks Azora, I’m in route to you now, keep this channel open” she said, pulling The Prodigy out of her bag and trotting down the hall back out to the reception area.

It didn’t take long before Katy ran into a small group of security police near the entrance to the hall. Slowing to a casual walk and tucking the gun into her pants she passed them, bowing her head and adjusting the bag to look more inconspicuous.

After getting a few meters past the police she could sense that they had stopped and were regarding her. There was an indistinguishable mutter coming from one of them, maybe it was the squirrely receptionist.

Less than a second after she had felt their attention turn to her, the hair on the back of her neck prickled and Azora’s voice came over the headset as one of the men shouted at her to stop.

“Agent Katy, I’m reading electromagnetic waves coming from your coordinates, one of those signatures has Dark Matter capabilities…”

The operative slowed, listening to the men start to walk towards her.

“Agent Katy…” Azora’s voice had a strange quality to it, an advisory warning glossed over with a film of curiosity.

Katy turned her head to the side slowly as the group closed in.

“Miss, we need to ask you some questions if you don’t mind.”

Katy looked out at the crowded expanse in front of her. Rivers of people were milling about, a large escalator system raised up to the ceiling and out into the depths below. She reached into her bag and grabbed one of the four remaining entrapped graviton nodules.

“Agent Katy…?”

“Miss, drop the bag and slowly turn around!”

The voices came at once accompanying a sudden surge of adrenaline, she thumbed her remote and the nodule buzzed into life.

Katy felt marginally lighter when she erupted into a full sprint, plowing into the passing crowd ahead of her.

The surprised voices coming from behind were vaguely registered but quickly drowned out by the cacophony of shouts that followed.

Katy looked around for her way out.

“Azora I need directions out of here, is the escalator the quickest way to floor six?!”

“Affirmative Agent Katy, it should be directly in front of you.”

“I see it!” she yelled shoving a tall, uniformed man out of the way who was standing at the entrance to the stairs. The graviton nodule in her hand propelled him a little further than she expected and he went reeling through a nearby group of people standing in a tight circle.

Hitting the escalator down, Katy took the steps two at a time, clipping another man as she rushed pass. The man shouted after her as he tripped and fell forward.

The pursuing men were at the top of the stairs by the time she was halfway down, she could hear them call after her, their shouts unintelligible over the din and chaos.

At the bottom of the stairs she saw another security detail making their way through the crowds towards her, slowly the congestion of people parted as they realized who was pushing past them.

Desperately looking for a way out, Katy panned around the forming ring of people. Spotting a gap in the wall of bodies she rushed forward, ducking under the arm of an officer who was trying to grab her.

Recovering, she risked a look back and saw the group from the stairs finally getting to the bottom and the immediate patrol closing on her. A few Naval personnel from the crowd had also broken off and were attempting pursuit as well.

Squeezing the graviton nodule she adjusted her bag and used her free hand to grope for the weapon in her pocket, confirming that it was still with her.

“The escalators are too dangerous Azora, I need another route!”

“There’s a small hallway off to your right of the common space you’re in now, a small emergency door in that hall has stairs going down Agent Katy. I currently don’t see any security personnel in that area.”

“Okay”, she breathed, sprinting hard for the other end of the room, the volume of people here was a little sparser so she pushed herself as fast as she could go. The bag on her shoulder was weighing her down a bit, even with the help of the nodule, so she increased the intensity running her thumb up the center of her remote. The weight dissipated and she leaned into the sprint.

Just like back at The Grid on the obstacle course, she was faster than the men running after so she used it to press the advantage and gain distance. The security officers and random people chasing her shouted at the crowd for someone to stand her way, but she was too fast. By the time anyone tried to react she had already shoved them out of the way or dodged their clumsy attempts to grapple her.

Reaching the side hall she tore open the door and rushed inside. The stairs were narrow and compacted together but she moved quickly. Her pursuers had burst into the room by the time she got to the bottom of the first flight. The area was too narrow for her to keep up the distance gap and in the unpopulated area nothing was keeping them from pulling guns on her.

Katy raced down another flight as the people chasing her clamored down after the agent, shouting curses and yelling for her to stop. She heard one voice calling in coordinates over a radio before she slammed through another door and ran out onto the seventh floor.

Her mind was racing as she looked around the area. In front of her there was a giant expanse of emptiness. She was on a docking level so the open spaces were mostly clear of foot traffic. The sparse population was confined primarily to the edges of the hangar bays where maintenance and tests were done on parts and in areas not directly attached to the fighter craft arrayed along endless rows.

The relatively few people milling around the vessels themselves would not be enough to prevent the security personnel from firing on Katy, or using their potentialist to restrain her with a field.

Knowing she only had a fraction of a second to make a decision she took off down the side of the garage she was in, weaving in and out of pockets of surprised workers and equipment. Luckily, there were small entryway portals that lead from one garage to the other so she continued to sprint through the row of massive bays. She assumed that they stretched down the entire two kilometers of the deck.

She wanted to throw a gravity canister at the men but with a potentialist to oppose the field, she knew it would be a pointless waste.

“Azora that area was too narrow to stay in!” Katy looked back as she continued to run. The crowd of pursuers had shrunk down to what seemed to be the original security details. Both patrols had combined into one as they spilled out through the open stairwell door. They were still yelling at people to grab her or slow her down.

Breathlessly she continued, “I've exited down onto deck seven and I'm now proceeding through a series of hangers, I need to get down one more floor!”

Katy spun around a man in a flightsuit who tried to tackle her but almost ran into a mobile tool cart when the pilot was evaded. Narrowly sliping past it she threw her shoulder into an oblivious worker who was holding a large hose up to the fuel port of a Stinger-Fighter.

“In approximately ninety meters you'll come to a small door on the right, it will open into a narrow hallway flanked by small avionics and EGRESS labs. This is the only access you'll have to a way down, from inside the hall there will be another small door ten yards to your right, you'll have to take it down.”

Katy pushed herself harder, the bag was beginning to feel heavy again, she thumbed her remote and the weight of everything seemed to melt away. Her body was becoming tired though, it wouldn't be long before the nodule's capacity to aid her would reach the limits of its capability.

It wasn't long before the door Azora had mentioned came into view as she passed through another bay dividing wall. Grunting with effort she slammed her body into the entryway, the door shattered off its hinges. The nodule was running so high that she barely felt the impact as it was violently flung open.

Several surprised onlookers came out into the hall as she flew past their work areas. Spotting the second stairwell entrance she picked up speed, her legs were aching.

Azora's sudden warning came too late as the door ahead swung out and another security element came running through it. Katy skidded to a halt and switched directions, running back the other way. In the split second it took for her to react she saw that the police were weapons free and aiming at her.

Starting to run the other way her mind was tumbling, “Where do I go?!”

“At the other end of the hall there is an elevator shaft but you won't have time to take it, you'll need to get into those stairs Agent Katy.”

Only meters ahead, the rest of her pursuers burst through the open entryway she'd come from. Katy was trapped. Her eyes moved wildly as she searched for a way out, the labs were here only option.

A gut feeling of desperation twisted in her stomach as she juked left into a medium sized room, ramming a bystander into the wall.

The room was medium sized with a large table that was holding what looked to be an unfolded parachute. She scanned the room quickly for an escape route, briefly thinking she'd have to make her stand here.

Then she spotted a small window above a counter that looked into the adjacent room situated in the direction she'd originally come from.

Grabbing a solid metal cylinder that was sitting on the table with the parachute, the woman flung it at the window and dove through just as the men behind her ran into the room.

Recovering quickly she got to her feet and ran for the door, exiting the smaller room just as the pursuers dashed back into the hall behind her.

Sprinting as hard as she could, Katy saw the closed elevator shaft. Instantly a plan formed in her mind.

She reached into her bag and grabbed a gravity canister. Triggering the detonator pin she hurled it at the quickly approaching target, a bubble of extreme gravity instantly expanded upon impact and the structurally weak elevator gate buckled, a space along the side opening as it was torn from the bulkhead.

At the exact instant Katy could feel the static signature from the field she clicked a button on her remote, triggering every module in her bag. Holding the duffel close to the center of her body she waded into the bubble. The weight on her frame was immense and she gritted her teeth as she struggled to put each foot forward. Even with all four modules activated she could barely stand.

Slowly the agent approached the growing opening in the door and slid through just as she could feel the potentialist who had been dogging her heels send out an opposing field to negate it.

Looking down the shaft, the elevator appeared to be rising up from below her, she had only moments before the car travelled too far up to get off on the right floor.

The field behind her collapsed. Most of the concussion was blocked by the elevator door but the sound echoed through the shaft. She lost her footing as the bag dropped all of its gravitational properties and she was hurled forward by what remained of the resultant blast wave. The duffel pulled her out into the shaft and she briefly hung in middair. Katy adjusted her remote slightly and started to sink. It was slow at first but she realized that she wouldn't make it without falling faster. Using the remote to control her descent the agent dropped with increasing speed.

Looking up, Blanch saw the security team rip the door open further as the potentialist threw himself into the conduit.

Katy hit the top of the elevator hard, going to her hands and knees. Grimacing in pain as the shock tore through her legs, she toggled off the three nodules in her bag with the remote – keeping the one still in her hand on – and tore open the access panel at the top of the car. The three occupants inside jumped in surprised.

Preparing to slide through the open portal she grunted as the potentialist landed directly on top of her and they both toppled over. Rolling over onto her right side Katy grabbed out the sheathed knife strapped to her left ankle slashing at him as he recovered from the fall. The man dodged, but his surprised reaction gave her the opening she needed to stand and gain her footing.

The two Reclaimers squared off on the top of the elevator car as it rapidly approached the sixth floor. The potentialist was the first to react as he swung at her but Katy ducked below the punch and came up behind him, slamming the knife into his arm and throwing him to the far side of the car, the graviton nodule in her hand once again adding to the force of her throw.

He howled in pain and tripped over a raised vent cover as the agent took the opportunity to jump down into the car. Her knees were aching as the other people in the elevator backed away from the breathless woman holding a bloody knife.

As the door to floor six opened, she heard the potentialist recovering above her. She was completely worn out as she jogged from the lift. It was all she could do to not collapse.

“I've made it to the sixth floor”, she weazed.

Azora's synthetic voice returned, “I'm in terminal one eighty three, from your location that's right and then about a hundred meters, fortunately you came down fairly close.”

Believing herself to have finally caught a break she bent over,resting her hands on her knees, and tried to breath deep.

Almost instantly the elevator behind her screeched to a halt as the emergency stop was activated. Sighing in frustration she took off, not bothering to look back as the potentialist darted out after her. The floor looked a lot like the one they had arrived on, there were no hallways and it was more reminiscent of a civilian starport and docking wing. Departure and Arrival beacons flashed as a swarm of people milled about.

Katy tried to blend in to the crowd and for a moment she thought she had lost the persistant security officer. Then the hair on the back of her neck prickled again.

“You've gotta be kidding me” she thought, as she came to a stop and turned around. Once again the crowd parted around the two Reclaimers. The man was cradling his bicep and holding his glove out in front of him.

“You're under arrest, drop the knife and the bag and put your hands above your head. If you fail to comply I will restrain you with physical force.” He was gasping for air, sounding as winded and tired as Katy felt.

Her mind felt sluggish having run just as much of a marathon as her body. Suddenly she remembered “The Prodigy”. Katy closed her eyes and once again thanked Josiah.

Noticing that the woman was smiling, the man shouted, “drop your gear and get to your knees!”

She felt the familiar prickle of his electromagnetic field, “I really hope this thing works” she thought as she reached in her pocket.

The man released the high gravity restraining field as she tore out the gravity gun. She could hear several people in the direct vicinity scream in terror as she fired what looked to be a Jade 9mm at the cop.

The dart was silent as it flew from the barrel and for a split second she believed it to have failed. A sinking feeling in her gut accompanying the imminent tragedy.

Then something happened.

Barely audible over the terrified shouts of bystanders a tiny buzzing sound preceded an enormous concussive burst that hurled back everyone in the immediate vicinity including the potentialist and Katy. The world tumbled as the graviton nodule increased the effect of the blast on her. She hit the ground and slid for three and a half yards before coming to a stop. The duffel bag had been torn from her grasp during the chaos of the field collapse and she watched it slide across the floor towards her. The room was full of screams, curses and shouts of pain as a hundred people or more were thrown back.

She spotted a hooded civilian jacket nearby and as she got to her feet and returned the weapon to her pocket, she picked it up and put it on, pulling the hood up. Limping over to her bag as people recovered around her she looked for the potentialist but the intervening crowd had been overcome with confusion and terror making it all but impossible to see more than a few meters.

Katy retrieved the duffel and joined the crowd rushing out of the area. She spotted several security details pass her searching the crowds, but the hood was sufficiently masking her presence among the din. It wasn't long after that when she finally found terminal one eighty three.

“I'm here Azora”, Katy said limping to the locked door.

“Unlocking”.

The security pad sitting off to the side turned green and the door slid open.

Walking in, Katy noticed the two security officers knocked out in the docking control room attached to the bay.

“We're trapped in here until you release the pressure seals to the bay from that command console” Azora continued, evidently on the ship already.

Keying in her black-ops designation she found a pad that resembled the one Josiah had used to depressurize the bay back at The Grid. Because this was a carrier with hundreds of active vessels arriving and departing all the time, they had to set depressurization commands from both the ship and the docking control room.

The agent entered in the commands and waited for the computer to reflect the change. The confirmation glyph blinked in the display and she left the room.

The ramp lowered as she approached and boarded the shuttle. As soon as the ship was sealed she felt the jerk of take-off and collapsed into a harness.

Sitting in the dark cabin as the shuttle sped away from the Colony class Carrier, she stared at The Prodigy as it sat in her lap, pondering what she had just accomplished.

“Not bad, I bet Josiah and Ervine would be proud” she thought, smiling as she imagined telling the two men about her epic flight from the security police.

Her introspection turned darker, inevitibly wondering if they were okay. She wished she could go to them, rescue them. She didn't want to go to Earth by herself, she'd never been there alone. Especially with nobody giving her direct orders.

The aching in her knees had subsided by the time she reached into her bag and pulled out the old journal she'd taken from Silas. Katy knew that it was useless to linger on everything that had happened. The mission had to be finished.

Flipping through the ratty journal's pages she saw there were a lot of foreign looking diagrams and mathmatical equations that she didn't understand.

A folded document fell out of the book as she turned to the last pages. Opening it up she recognized Silas' handwriting. It was a map of an area labelled CAN-111. A section to the south had been circled, it was an unmapped region of forest that he had codenamed “Mingan Arch”.

“That must be where this scientist's lab is” she mumbled to herself, folding the page back up and returning it to the journal.

Most of it was unintelligible scribblings but a section near the middle had a diagram of what looked like a potentialist's glove. Under the diagram there were several paragraph's explaining it.

“...as we know, once the function is applied, the properties of the equation change. The conditions of our algorithms are altered.

If we are able to apply the principles on the previous pages to this device, the potential energy we can harvest from pressure would enable a single soldier to control all mechanical waves in his personal atomic space.

Removing the potential energy from a mechanical wave would destabilize the pressure causing the volume to oscillate at dangerously low frequencies. I theorize that the effects of such an act would create a constant concussive “crack” in the air around the zone, sending disruptive ripples outwards. I call this effect the “airquake principle”.

Alternatively, if the subject were to increase the potential energy in a given volume, the pressure waves would oscillate so tightly, and at such a high frequency, that this force could disrupt the atomic vibrations and electromagnetic bonds within solid objects, quite literally shaking apart any physical target. I call this the “mass rupture principle”.

With the device outlined above I believe I've been able to safely achieve these two effects, the science of Dark Acoustics is no longer a mystery to us...”


Katy put down the journal. No wonder Manhattan had wanted it so badly, the power a single person could unleash. It was staggering.

She caught herself thinking about the applications of such a tool, the ability to throttle the structural integrity out of any physical object...or cause miniature blasts in the air...

Shutting her mind to the possibilites, Katy stood up, placing the journal back into her bag and pulling out the folded paper.

Azora greeted her when she entered the pilot cabin.

Katy watched as it deftly piloted the craft, finding the whole picture odd.

“I didn't want to alarm you Agent Katy, but it appears as though the Ivory Talon has finally caught wind of what happened and they're scrambling fighters to intercept us”.

“Took them long enough, can you handle it?”

“I am fluent in all established forms of aerial combat. This vessel is not designed to outmaneuver interceptors however, and our armament is only a single Dark Microwave Emitter*.”

Katy smiled, oddly at peace, “I have faith in you Azora”.

She handed the synthetic the folded peice of paper, “This is where we're headed”.

“CAN-111? I'm not familiar with that designation”.

“It's an unmapped and heavily forested region. Manhattan called it the “Mingan Arch”.

The Reclaimer and the synthetic returned to silence. Standing in the entrance to the cabin Katy closed her eyes and allowed the rocking of the sturdy shuttle to calm her. She felt content.

“Enemy fighters are approaching Agent Katy, I suggest you secure yourself for evasive maneuvers.”

“Actually, I have another idea” she said, holding up The Prodigy.

“Let me know when they get close, I'm going to get suited up.”
Last edited by Xefa01 on Fri Apr 20, 2012 5:17 pm, edited 4 times in total.
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Re: Contest: Dark Acoustics Act III Part III - "Endgame pt. I"

Post by Xefa01 » Fri Apr 20, 2012 5:20 am

"Science fiction writers foresee the inevitable, and although problems and catastrophes may be inevitable, solutions are not."

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Re: Contest: Dark Acoustics Act III Part III - "Endgame pt. I"

Post by trooogdooor » Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:45 pm

Muah... the Dark Acoustics descriptions sound vicious:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCMhQpzpRkY

I'm not sure if a nodule would make her to smash through doors with less sense of impact? Though she'd be able to throw people further, that would work.

For running, if she had really good control, she might want to start off with only slightly reduced gravity while accelerating, and then ramp up the nodule as she goes faster, since acceleration needs friction.

(nitpicks as compliments, since the story is written with mechanics foremost in mind)

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Re: Contest: Dark Acoustics Act III Part III - "Endgame pt. I"

Post by Xefa01 » Sat Apr 21, 2012 7:08 am

trooogdooor wrote:I'm not sure if a nodule would make her to smash through doors with less sense of impact? Though she'd be able to throw people further, that would work.
It did seem weird to me but it made for a good descriptive way to show the door bursting open. At any rate, I agree so I'll change it after the contest is over.
trooogdooor wrote:For running, if she had really good control, she might want to start off with only slightly reduced gravity while accelerating, and then ramp up the nodule as she goes faster, since acceleration needs friction.
Again, I totally can't agree more. I even considered that while I was writing and kind of tried to reflect it as she lightened her load progressively throughout the chase. Starting out at max would just look like she was trying to run on the moon. This may be another thing I revisit after the contest. Thanks!
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Re: Contest: Dark Acoustics Act III Part III - "Endgame pt. I"

Post by Xefa01 » Sat Apr 21, 2012 7:13 am

haha, that's an awesome parallel! I love Akira!

I figured the effect of dark acoustics had to be pretty impressive. The story is based around the idea that it's so dangerous. If it was just like some of the weapons I describe in the indexes people would probably wonder what was so special about it.

Creating earthquakes in the air and vibrating apart solid objects...that's something to be worried about.
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Re: Contest: Dark Acoustics Act III Part III - "Endgame pt. I"

Post by trooogdooor » Sat Apr 21, 2012 7:30 am

Yeah, I'm going to suggest to Matt that the X'lanthos stealth close-combat solo uses a power like this. Firstly, because it's less Protoss Dark Templar. Secondly, compatible with a low close-combat skill. Thirdly... Tetsuo is way scarier than a DT.

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Re: Contest: Dark Acoustics Act III Part III - "Endgame pt. I"

Post by Xefa01 » Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:35 am

I would back that up 100%!

Do it! do it! do it! do it!
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Re: Contest: Dark Acoustics Act III Part III - "Endgame pt. I"

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Re: Contest: Dark Acoustics Act III Part III - "Endgame pt. I"

Post by Xefa01 » Tue Jun 19, 2012 4:55 am

Thanks ShalinorOz, I completely missed adding that link to this one.

BTW for anyone randomly reading this, the Dark Acoustics saga will be continuing soon....
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