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Tanis Nieves

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a character in “Dark Avengers: The New Generation”, originally authored by Grahf, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Tanis NievesImage
Age: 32
Occupation: Special Operations- United States Military. Leader of Mercury Team.
History: Tanis Nieves, or Dr. Nieves began her path as a psychiatrist- seeking to help those damaged by the world's harshness. After gaining her doctorate in psychological studies she began working in various hospitals and private clinics. Eventually her skill was noticed, and she was transferred first to Arkham Asylum for the criminally insane- where she met and dealt with some of the most violent people on earth. Later she was transferred to Hall Industries' Ravencroft Institute. It was while treating a patient code named Shriek that she sustained the loss of her right arm in a n altercation with security. Hall Industries provided a new limb- based on the best tech the company produced; also grown in part from the symbiote Carnage.

Eventual strain and stress led to a merger with the seed of Carnage in her artificial arm, forming the newly born symbiote Scorn. After Hall Industries was destroyed by the escape of the Carnage symbiote the United States military stepped in- Dr. Nieves was seen as a potential asset and granted a place in the military's Special Operations group; code named Mercury Team.

Name: ScornImage
Race: Symbiote life-form
Host: Dr. Tanis Nieves.
Parent: Carnage
Siblings: Toxin
Team: Lasher, Riot, Phage and Agony
Abilities:
■Superhuman Strength
■Superhuman Durability
■Superhuman Stamina
■Accelerated Healing Factor
■Wall-Crawling
■ESP (Spider-Sense)
■Immunity to Spider-Man's Spider Sense
■Webbing Generation
■Camouflage Capabilities
■Constituent-Matter Generation
■Techno-Hybrid: Since the Scorn symbiote's birth was linked to robotic arm, the symbiote is an machine/symbiote hybrid, thus being able to fuse itself with different kind of technology.Image

So begins...

Tanis Nieves's Story

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"Mercury Team, spread out. I want full coverage, Axelson, I want you up high. Odgen you and Simms cut to the sides. Murphy you're with me." a figure moves in the shadow of a window, one hand pressed to the throat mic while the other fiddles with a small computer. Unseen listeners respond, moving to the positions queuing up on GPS devices. "Keep it tight, keep it quiet, and be ready. The device is primary, all else is expendable. Remember, we are not the only ones interested in this..Expect company."

As if prophecy that moment the door to the apartment burst in, several armed men in black suits filing in. They were pros, swept the entry, button-hooking to cover corners and providing cover for one another. They made one flaw however. They only brought six men. The first three move towards the rear bedroom, while the others move to sweep the rest of the two-bed-room home. Sticking to the walls, avoiding windows, they move as quietly as men in combat gear can. The first dies silently, lifted from his feet and his neck snapped. The other two catch a small break as the dead man drops his weapon with a clatter- they whirl, only to be blindsided from the side by a hulking blue form.

The massive arms sweep the first man about the head, cracking armor and bone with ease, allowing the monster to fling the body at the second knocking him to the floor and giving the thing time to step over and plant a boot across the windpipe, silence after a few wet gurgles. It took moments for three men to be ended. It was done both fast enough and quiet enough that the other team had no idea it was alone. The thud of the corpse being thrown was only a muffled bump, and was dismissed at once.

"Wrapped up on my end, you're up Nieves." the blue monster spoke, it's form flowing like fluid.

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Three men enter a bedroom, sweeping the corners and checking the sparse furnishings- only to realize moments later that the window faces the wrong way, overlooking a dumpster in an alley rather than the gathered crowd. Quickly moving they press against the wall, directly next to the door. They made noise entering this room, they know they have been heard. It's only moments until someone comes to investigate the racket; someone had to, it was a small apartment. They needed to take initiative. Leader ducks, sweeping the doorway as he takes a knee- the second moving to cover him from behind, weapon raised.

The last man steps to the side, unclasping a small cylinder from his vest and tossing it underhand into the other bedroom. Instantly thick foul smelling smoke begins to fill the air, the canister bouncing off of the wall within sputtering and emitting more and more smoke. Staying low the first man moves towards the doorway, one hand reaching up to activate his suit's mask system. Following the first, and activating the masks as well come the other two, quickly covering him from either side.

The first is dead before the other two even know they are under attack, a bolt of lightning taking his head off.

"Understood, engaging." glass shatters, a window broken, thinning the smoke enough to reveal the speaker- slight, slim, and covered from head to toe in light purple and silver flowing like living liquid. By the curves one could guess the sex as female, though the voice was dead and toneless. Her right arm seemed to be lodged in a small computer- upon closer inspection one would notice that the computer seemed to have bonded with the hand, merging with flesh and flowing to build something new. The arm raises, and ozone burns, as the computer shifts and clicks..parts sliding like a shotgun's for-end...before a second blast of electricity rips though the doorjamb and into the next man's shoulder, sending him back and into a sprawl.

Alone, and outgunned, the survivor tries to make a brave stand, raising his weapon to bear and letting rip- the silenced rifle coughing with each shot, stitching across the room in a panic burst...as a large blue arm sweeps in for a choke-hold. The gun falls to the floor with a clatter, as he kicks and struggles against a vice grip. Pressure builds, and light fades, consciousness fleeing. The last thing he sees before blacking out is the smaller female turning an uninteresting glance back out the window before speaking, "It's starting."

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"Fire at will. Engage all hostiles, they want our toy..They can't have it. Axelson, put holes in anyone stupid enough to get within twenty yards of the generator." the female moved with fluid grace, diving out the window- one hand snapping out to catch on a ledge several floors lower. The computer-weapon is discarded, it's usefulness exhausted. Her orders already being followed; shots fire from high above the square- Axelson using his skills as a sniper to defend the generator from afar.

"Roger that, we got any info on these tin-cans? My rounds cut through the limbs, but only dent the torso and head plate. Knee-cappin' is gonna have to do until the rest of you get into action." Axelson's low southern voice purrs through the coms, as his orange form moves from one roof-top to the next in a series of swift moves and a death defying bound. Supernaturally accurate, his rifle- a specialized antimaterial sniper based off of the RT-20's design, barks...sending a 20mm Hispanio round into another armored form's knee...blowing the limb almost off from the impact.

Dropping to the ground, and landing in a crouch, the silvery-purple figure presses her throat mic before speaking, "Simms, Odgen, where are you two? We need ground support. Murphy..lock and load. I want suppressive fire from that window. Move it team...this is the real deal." she reaches out, touching a parked car..her touch allowing the silvery tendrils of her form to glide along the car's surface...burrowing in and beginning to change things. Car makers had been using computers in cars for years now- they monitor things, they control things...and they are more and more advanced with every new model. This car was expensive. It looked fairly new...and was loaded with tech. 'Scorn, intergrate. We need a hard shell.' she thought, a subtle whisper of agreement flowed through her mind...the car would do fine.

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"Odgen here, closing from the left...Riot is hungry for action- is there any change in the ROE?" a figure clad in a silvery grey substance blurs into being. Moving fast was Odgen's specialty, and at the moment he was doing eighty...on foot. The rules of physics state- 'An object in motion will stay in motion, unless acted upon by an equal and opposite force.' kinetics have a similar way with words. What it boiled down too was this...if something moves fast..it's gonna hit hard. Odgen was moving quite fast as he slammed fist first into one of the armored men- the impact should have broken his arm...but didn't. Instead it dented the armor's chest plate...and sent the unlucky wearer flying backwards into a building. "Where you at Simms? You missin all the fun."

A green hued fighter joins the fray, far more primal looking than the others- the skin of this one is blotched with black, and raised in places with spikes and tendrils. The face alone causes several onlookers to panic- it was a gaping maw filled with razor teeth. "Im here, you big baby. Lasher just likes to be fashionably late." hands shifting, fingers becoming large talons, the green creature rips into an armored figure with ease...tendrils of it's form snaking into cracks and holes in the armor of a second...seeking the soft meaty center. "Neives gonna be joining the grunts...of is she too fancy to get dirty?"

At that moment something the size of a car, but rather humanoid wades into the fray. "You need help already?" from within the massive car-suit the smaller female figure operates the car's computer systems...now altered and responding to her every wish. One massive foot slams down on a wounded armored figure, while a swinging back-hand sends another flying into a group. "There is just to many targets. Get to the generator. We must secure the objective."

"Way ahead of you. Got Axelson providing cover, and I am ready up here with my cannon. We will thin the crowd." Murphy opens fire- the specialized weapon slices through the armor of the invaders with ease. A rail-gun will do that. Firing cobalt spheres at rates of speed beyond any other conventional weapon, the rail-gun was a mighty tool of war. It's normal drawback, the high energy cost, was rendered null due to the blue substance covering Murphy from head to toe. The massive weapon kicks again, a blast catching two of the targets in a wicked blast. Even a miss was a hit at the speeds those rounds travel..the air simply exploding in the wake of the projectiles.

The team moves as one, Lasher, Scorn and Riot moving on land, covered by Agony and Phage from above. Mercury Team, the first Special Symbiote Team was on the move- objective was that generator. What they wanted with it though...who knows.

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"Scorn, you and your team get any pieces of the generator you can find, and pick up 5 to 7 survivors for inspection, and bring them back to HeadQuarters. We need to find out what the implications of this are. Fury out." the voice came through her fog, what had happened? Control had issued an order...but there was another voice in her head, that of her symbiote-

'Something is wrong, that wave..it's donesomething to us. We can feel it...twisting.We cannot resist....

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Moments ago....
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"Squad, converge, there is something wrong with that device...a stray blast must have triggered a meltdown." Scorn called out, using her massive armored form to barge through a group of armored fighters, the cover fire from Axelson and Murphy was doing a fine job of clearing a path...but some of these fools were too stupid to move. Lasher tore through another pair, moving with savage grace, as Riot, his partner in chaos, zipped through a small cluster of the enemy- arms out, clothesline style. They were making progress...but it wasn't going to work.

Still too far away to do any good, Tanis realized the only option was to save her team...the civvies were low priority in her book. "Look alive people, she is gonna blow! Hit the dirt!" in a futile effort she attempted to use the car's metal to form a shield- Murphy and Axelson were far enough away she hoped, Lasher and Riot SHOULD be safe. She was the only one in any real danger.

The blast shatters the air in a sonic maelstrom of heated air and shattering debris. Waves of..energy...some form of light or something sweep outward in concentric arcs, rendering humans into ash...or passing by harmlessly. The generator was done- it's detonation sending strange particles outward in bursts. The car's metal proves thick enough to shield her team...but Dr.Nieves takes what would have been a lethal dose...if her symbiote had not protected her. In the silence that follows..she blacks out.

"We alright? Count off, ONE!" Riot calls, both on the mic and outloud. The car-armor's surface glows red in places, the heat must have been something awful in there. In moments he gets replies from Lasher, Agony and Phage- Scorn remains silent. "Alright guys, get over here..we got to get her out of this. Lasher, find something to pry with I'll see if there is anyone alive to help." with that he dashes off, checking survivors as he goes, only finding a few not in critical condition. His superior speed allows him to cover ground faster than most eyes can track...soon finding himself on the outer edge of the square, and standing before an abandoned ambulance. The gravity of the situation hits about then, 'Hand-full of survivors..this is like a bad dream. What the hell is going on..'

Lasher, Phage and Agony are busy prying at the car's melted and damaged form when Riot returns- driving the ambulance. The flashing lights and sirens would help bring survivors to them, and may help guide those who needed medical help. Jumping out of the vehicle he joins in on the rescue effort, straining with the rest..but making progress as the metal groans and cracks. The heat added to Scorn's alterations must have in a way welded the armor into one solid shell of steel. It may have saved her life...or it may be a fancy tomb.

Just as the metal splits, a loud squawk sounding, the coms come to life, Control had new instructions.

"Scorn, you and your team get any pieces of the generator you can find, and pick up 5 to 7 survi-" the rest was drowned out as the squad lost control of thier symbiotes for a moment, it was as if the moment they opened the car to it's middle, exposing Scorn, something reached out and touched each of the creatures. Something tainted by madness, hate and fear. A psychic scream ripped through each host's brain as each symbiote retreats inside...revealing four men in military gear.

"...What th-" Axelson begins, looking at his own hand in confusion, his question interrupted by a harsh laugh. His eyes snap to the source instantly, hand moving to the butt of his slung rifle...but it's no use, the laugher swats him away like a child would a GI Joe doll, sending the sniper flying back into a pile of rubble. Before blackness could rob him of consciousness he taps the throat mic and coughs a message to Control "Axelson here, Sir, we have a problem..."

Standing in the center of the rubble, holding Murphy in one hand and Simms in the other, one foot resting on a bleeding...but still breathing Odgen..was Carnage. The red symbiote had lain dormant, it's form blended into that of it's spawn Scorn. A tiny seed of madness that had slept, and waited. The blast and resulting wave had awoken the seed and allowed the old monster to awaken again. After nearly ten years... Carnage was back.

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Carnage stood, it's form shifting slightly as traces of Scorn drift to the surface- silver 'wires' or color bleeding through the normal red and black pattern of the symbiote. Flexing it's arms it casts the two soldiers away and steps down from the third, tendrils of it's mass extending from it's back to lash about in agitation. It knew something was wrong- this host was not it's primary...yet it felt familiar. Images of a past battle, the slaying of the primary host...the birth of this seed, Scorn, and darkness of hibernation. The memories come in a slow trickle, filling gaps and taking from the host's own mind to add a new perspective.

In moments Carnage was caught up on current affairs- the mission, the generator and the blast that woke it up. A tingle, spasm of psychic fear, the 'spider' sense blasts through Carnage...there was trouble afoot. Mewling like kittens, the symbiotes hiding in the unconscious forms of the soldiers respond to the distress...and slide from hiding. They would do what was needed to defend their hosts...even work with Carnage. It was an odd day when madness incarnate was the lesser of evils. Standing from the rubble and gathering next to the large red monster, Phage, Agony, Lasher and Riot revert to primal forms- elongated jaws, razor sharp teeth and hardened talons. They were ready for action...


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'I had a dog once..'

'A big mean dog..'

'A nice dog, he got sick..'

'Sick and tired of getting HIT!'

'We had to put him to sleep.'

'...So I cut his throat and drank his blood.'

'My name is..'

'Cletus Kassidy'

'NO! My name is..'

'CARNAGE!'

'My Name is Doctor Tanis Nieves. Our name is Scorn. And there is SOMETHING wrong with us...

The internal battle for control had begun.
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Carnage cared nothing for the generator, or any of the other shit the little voice babbled about in it's radio. It just wanted to live upto it's name- It wanted a little carnage. There were not many survivors, and most of them looked rather shell shocked. Hardly worth the effort they would take to kill- but that one-man-arsenal over there...he looked promising. Allowing his tendrils to touch the other symbiotes gently..Carnage plants seeds of control. The four alien parasites respond to the surge of power and madness by releasing horrific roars and charging Kevlar- their colors seeming to gain slight red hues as they move, each one bristling with formed blades and spikes. Things were going to get messy.

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Farther back, slipping into the shadows on a roof, a lone black figure reaches for a throat mic. "Control, this is Contingency B, we have a problem. Mercury Team has gone rogue- Carnage is back somehow. It appears to have bonded with the Scorn symbiote..this is bad. The others are being controlled by Carnage, and seem to be engaging with an unknown combatant. Please advise?"

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Kevlar reaches his goal as the insane roars reach his ears. He half-turns, and his shoulders droop at the sight of four very mad symbiotes tearing across the open space with only his juicy morsel self in their dead-white eyes. And the drool. Oh, god, the drool.

"... Naturally."

Good thing for that airdrop, he was about to need it. The tall pod's seals had snapped open as he approached - proximity response to the friendly ID squawker in his gear. He steps back into the specialized carapace, letting the salvage and the bulkier items of his gear fall as its internal mechanisms rapidly wrap their armored segments across his limbs and torso. We've all seen how Mr. Stark does it, though the Latverian design lacks as much flare and panache. But it didnt need to be fancy, just to get the job done.

The helmet snaps shut around the mercenary's mask just as the Riot symbiote (Whom I think was the fastest) closes the gap after taking an uninterested swipe at a fleeing civilian. Kevlar throws his now considerable weight foreward, head down, shoulders bowed, fists and forearms into Riot's chest in a bull-rush attack that just might catch his enemy by surprise; most people would've retreated or attempted to dodge an oncomming charge. If the impact is sucessful, Kevlar immediately unleashes twin repulsor blasts point-blank, looking to put the Symbiote down fast and hard so he could concentrate on the other three.

"Assessment, now!" he barks to the suit's onboard computer. The HUD obediently displays relevant data on known symbiote traits, flagging Carnage in the distance as a very high threat indeed, but also providing its inexperienced pilot with a list of the weaknesses shared by the aliens... and the corresponding weaponry that the suit carried for his use.

Kevlar smiles again, silently thanking the mad genius who had seen fit to design such badass power armor and deliver it into the hands of humble hired guns....

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Such a simple action wouldn't cut it with Riot- The symbiote was a skilled combatant on it's own, and had been bonded to Odgen for quite some time..by now gaining some of his tactical training. Speed was the creature's specialty, but physical acceleration was only part of it- the mind had to be just as fast in order to compensate for extreme velocity. Riot had time to see the now armored foe's shift in stance, the bracing that was needed for his sudden attack...and had time to prepare accordingly. The lunge was not a fancy movement, it was brute force in it's most base, Kevlar must not be familiar with combating a symbiote if he thought such simple tactics would work.

Add to that the fact that he faced multiple opponents.

While he made his lunge at Riot, who had not come alone- the pack moved as one, he forgot to pay attention to the others. The rush/fist lunge was easily dodged as Riot simply sidestepped at the last moment, it's superior speed making the grey symbiote blur to the left..as Lasher strikes from the right. The two monsters were used to fighting together, often times the two were used as the main assault force while Phage and Agony hung back to provide cover. As such the two had perfect coordination as a battle pair. Lasher's brute force mixed with Riot's pure speed made a dangerous combo.

Lasher's strike comes in the form of a violent open-handed swing towards Kevlar's right side, the taloned fingers spread wide to assist in ripping a hole in the metal armor. Seeing as the 'bull-rush' would require motion to add to it's impact inertia, Kevlar would have stepped INTO the group of symbiotes in order to strike at Riot, the group moving in one charging mass. Riot's side step would have carried it out of the path of the linear attack, and set the symbiote up to strike the exposed left side as Lasher struck the right- the two's actions coming at the same time, as if the two were one.

The armored hide would protect Kevlar from most damage, it was a better suit than the others that had attacked, but all armor had chinks- all metals had stress points and weaknesses. Riot set out to discover this armor's Achilles Heel. Stepped to the side, the right knee would rise in a swift motion, one nearly undetectable by normal means due to the accelerated speed, aimed to drive into the exposed abdomen of the armor at a force equal to a small car impact, as force is equal to mass times acceleration- the knee was moving at roughly 90 mph. Should the strike impact the knee would jerk back, only to be sent impacting back into the same area- these strikes would continue, roughly one every half-second until Kevlar either defended, moved or the armor broke. As an added bonus to the strikes one should keep in mind the composition of the symbiotes since being altered by Carnage- spikes and blades sprouting from various places. Riot had a six inch spike protruding from the striking knee's surface, with a three inch diameter at the base- more a sharp cone in essence.

The twin strikes were bound to result in some form of reaction- Action necessitated it after all, the impacts alone would be enough to possibly stagger the armored opponent, depending on suit weight. Should the strikes go unresisted, or resisted improperly the twin impacts would meet the target as one, the first knee strike driving the spike into the armor's surface while the claw slash from Lasher sent precision points of impact trauma against the other side's shell. Together the actions would be slamming into the armor with the force of a shotgun blast mixed with a car crash. There would be damage.

If Kevlar managed to avoid harm, or minimize it somehow, the rest of the symbiotes would not be found waiting in line...they were already moving into position.

Phage and Agony specialize in long to mid range combat, but can handle up close as needed. It would be no surprise then that the two had split off, hanging back a few steps as the group met with Kevlar in combat, both raising their weapons in perfect synchronization. Agony's rail-gun, now being super charged by the influence of Carnage would be a force to reckon with, the weapon's force being multiplied by several magnitudes. Phage however had changed ammo- instead of firing off standard bullets it had slotted in a mag of what on a closer inspection would be revealed as hollow tipped rounds. The reasoning behind this was simple- Phage was feeding it's mass into each round. The Carnage taint had allowed each of the symbiotes to take advantage of it's ability to use it's mass as limited projectiles, the mass functioning for almost thirty seconds after leaving the whole.

Wasting no time Agony opens fire, followed three points of a second later by Phage unloading five rounds.

The effect would be a projectile flying at Kevlar's center of mass, about nine inches above where Riot's knee was headed, moving several times faster than the speed of sound. Immediately after impact, should it occur, the five precision shots would impact either into exposed flesh or into weakened armor, likely becoming that proverbial straw on the armor's back and rupturing through. Upon contact with either skin of blood the bits of symbiote mass would multiply, feeding off of the wound or dead cells of the skin and spread...in moments covering the man fully inside the armor and allowing Carnage to directly affect his mind.

Kevlar's main mistake had been charging in, there was a reason most people run away- superior numbers of a skilled force is always an advantage. Sure the armor was built to fight symbiotes, but it assumed the wearer ALSO was prepared to fight them. It took a special tactical mind to out think a group of trained killers...running at them with your fists out was not a sound plan. Even if Kevlar somehow escaped this unharmed he would now know better...and perhaps realize that escape is his best option.


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Agent Black received his orders, but he didn't like them. The darkness in his mind looked upon that red devil down there with a combination of shame and anger- it saw it's own failures reflected in that thing's madness. The symbiote wanted to go down there, it wanted to fight..it wanted to assist Mercury Team. But the wearer understood his orders, he understood that to allow the suit to wear HIM instead of the other way around was the route to slavery.

"Acknowledged. Will observe- the unknown man has entered a suit of similar make to those that the team fought, and has entered into melee combat with Lasher and Riot. Phage and Agony are staying back to provide medium range support. Carnage seems content to just watch for now. Sir, we need to get Scorn separated from that monster...if Carnage realizes it's gained her immunity to sonics we are in a whole heap of trouble." the dark figure reports, resisting the pull of Venom still, his hand gripping the handle of his weapon case tighter. In a moments notice he could pop the case open and have weapon in hand- faster than most would expect. It was a blue moon when someone got the drop on Agent Black.

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No, Kevlar was not experienced with symbiotes. But he was hardly a novice when it came to combat. Close quarters was his game; trained, tried, and practiced. Though, admittedly, he wasnt a fan of multiple oponents in fair, open space, and finds himself annoyed that even the suit's enhancements cant match Riot's speedy dodge. But there were always options for the clever brawler.

He doesnt fight the momentum of his attack, since it was only a single broad step foreward, and only means he plants his weight solidly on his right, dominant foot as Riot's mass is no longer there to absorb the impact. Weight foreward, he pivots to the left, expecting a passing rib-swipe; it was the most obvious strike after a feint like Riot's. Kevlar may not have the symbiote's speed, but his muscles were all wired to the flow of a fight. It was the difference between having the training and having the -talent-. Not that it hurt to have both.

The pivot drastically slims his profile. Lasher's slash would probably miss Kevlar's back entirely, Riot's claws would catch enough to draw sparks across the abdomen plates like some deadly ballet. Symbiote fangs and faceless metal helmet only inches apart, the irony is that - outside of their respective shells - soldier and traitor may've recognized eachother from the small Black Ops community...

Back in the now, Riot's knee strike is only a blur. But Kevlar's hands were still up in a ready position, and even at 90mph there's a slim window. He didnt need to think, his hands just drop, driving both fists against the top of the symbiote's thigh behind the rising spike in a hammer strike. Major nerves and blood vessels run just below the skin on the top of the thigh, a hard enough impact can cause a few painful seconds of shooting paralysis.

Kevlar drops through the impact like the professional he is, going to a knee probably about the time that Phage and Agony add their two cents to the party.

Part of that might actually work to his advantage. In dropping, Agony's round had a high chance of sailing over his head, and the nasty thing about rail guns is that their extreme velocity disrupted the atmosphere so violently that the friction of a passing round litteraly ignited air. Lasher and Riot would get a faceful of intense heat in the gun's passing, and Symbies dont like heat.

Phage's staggered shot probably gives him time to correct, however, and Kevlar's slight twist to strike Riot puts the rounds' impact high right back. The armor is not as compromised as the original attack could have hoped, but even with the solid curve of metal deflecting full effect, Kevlar is shoved violently enough to need his right hand to brace on the ground. Sparks and broken plate, but give the man his due credit for preventing this fight from being over in the first round.

His selected choice of arsenal engages as he bites a curse, the bullets feeling more like a couple of sledgehammers. The suit unleashes a nasty burst of concentrated microwaves, quite litteraly cooking the air in his immediate vicinity to intolerable temperatures, even before one considers a symbiote's particular traits. Kevlar was brash, but he was also very smart, and now he can hit multiple targets with a single, brutal assault.

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#, as written by Grahf
CRACK!

The strike to Riot's leg snapped the bone, causing the leg to bend at an awkward angle. Symbiote screaming, the injured creature pushes off with it's intact leg- exiting the fight to nurse it's wound. Due to the healing properties of the symbiotes it is a minor thing, only a set back to overcome. Already the tissues surrounding the break swell with fluid, keeping pressure on the wound, forcing the bone back in line. In a matter of hours or so the leg will be good as new, though still sore for a time. Riot will not forget this.

Lasher's strike misses slightly, from the turning actions of Kevlar, but the symbiote is fine with this- it's own momentum would allow the fighter to twist it's own waist and leap away from the heat of the incoming rail-shot. The team had worked together for years, Agony had expected Lasher to move, and was not disappointed. Lasher comes up from the leaps roll, turning to face the armored foe again, though with about four to five feet between them. Grinning savagely the symbiote allows rows of spikes to pop up along the surface of it's arms, the creature was not done with the fight.

The rounds had impacted, but the microwaves emitted from the suit quickly fried off the projected mass that Phage had added as payload. An unfortunate set back, but one not without it's own small victory- they were learning the suit's functions. Through trial and error they were putting together a detailed assessment of the suit's capabilities. Soon they would have enough information to move with purpose towards a weakness. As stated before, all metals had stress points, all armor had chinks; Mercury Team was patient and cunning. They would wear down the armored man, and in the end if he did not flee they would take him.

Carnage watched, it's mind occupied however, leaving the team without the most potent weapon..but already a haze seemed to be leaving the oddly hued red symbiote...awareness seemed to be seeping back in, as the grin grows wider by the second. It seemed the internal war was coming to a close, but what side would come out on top?

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'Riot is hurt. Your fault.'

'No, you sent him over there..'

'And you did nothing to stop it.'

'Shut up! Just shut up! Get out of my head!'

'Why? We are just getting started..'

If you won't go away, atleast make yourself useful! That suit can tear my team apart...but my-our abilities will render that thing useless.'

'Why didn't you say so earlier, coulda had this party done by now.'

'Is this wise?'

'No, but it's all we got.'

'Lets rock and roll ladies.'

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With a jerk, and a twitch...Carnage is moving.

The red creature moves like lightning, dashing towards the conflict, letting lose a savage roar. Kevlar would hear it..and would know that things just got that much worse. The other symbiotes respond, letting out roars of their own..preparing a massive attack to aid the incoming madness. Phage slaps in a new mag, filled with depleted uranium tipped rounds- anti armor. Agony takes aim with the rail-gun, spinning up the weapon's generator. Lasher grins and hisses, moving to circle the armored man slowly, waiting for the signal...the strike that was coming was going to be quick and hard, seeking to end things before the metal clad warrior figured out any more special controls.

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Agent Black sighed, seeing the red symbiote on the move again, shaking his head. The creature's lack of action had led to hopes that it would just stay put and behave- foolish hopes, but the Agent was known for his hopeless dreams. With a jerk the case falls open, the handle activating a hidden mechanism. Kneeling down Agent Black begins putting together a weapon. It's nature unknown, though it's long barrel would suggest it was a form of sniper rifle.

"Control, we have a man down, Riot looked to take a broken femur, but I can see him in some rubble licking his wounds- assessment is he will recover. Carnage is on the move, the team has begin what looks like a set-up for Carnage to get in close. They mean to open up a window and let the monster have it's way. Longsword is operational, do I have permission to take the shot?"

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Killing high. That's what some people called it. The rush of adrenaline when you're the one standing triumphant, and your broken enemy is no longer a threat. The military trained you against, of course - both to prevent their soldiers from becomming serial murderers and because that 'bulletproof' vibe could get you killed quick - but that didnt mean Kevlar didnt feel it and revel in his brief victory. Why hells -yes- he'd just beaten something out of a Sci-fi horror flick. One down, three to go.

Er... four. The suit - having tagged Carnage as a high priority threat - warns him when the big crimson bruiser starts to move. Not that he couldnt hear that psycho scream. And the others echo it. Time to make with the smarts over the bravado. He doesnt even turn towards the symbiotes, wasting no time in activating the flight jets outfitted into the armor to shoot out paralel to the ground. Only breifly, mind you, so that he can use one hand to scoop up the bundle he'd dropped before doning the suit. Lasher was slowly circling from behind, so good thing he'd taken out the quick one first.

"Remember, kids; a smart man knows when it's time to run like a sissy girl!"

As soon as his hand registers the impact of his cargo, he banks hard, looking to put some of the piled debris between him and the two with the firearms. It would only be a couple of seconds before he was out of range. As much as he hated flying, Kevlar could stomach the twisting turns if it meant keeping his skin intact for another day. Besides, the SHIELD choppers and the NY responders were getting thicker then flies, so something that'd never been a part of his contract in the first place wasnt going to be enough to keep him here and risk his day becomming any worse.

This shite was already too weird for television, and it looked like it wasnt going to be over any time soon.

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#, as written by Grahf
"Orders received." Agent Black relays, watching the large red symbiote close in for the kill. The armored fighter however was no fool, he tucked and ran..the only smart move he had- Out numbered and out gunned he was lucky to have managed to wound Riot before Carnage got mixed into the mess. Kevlar had a guardian angel watching over him somewhere, or a lucky horse shoe nailed to his ass. Whatever that pause was that had effected Carnage had saved the man's life; Scorn's abilities mixed with Carnage would have turned that suit into a handy coffin.

Weapon ready he takes aim.

Phage was the real sniper of the group, could hit a target over a mile away- several times. There was no real comparison when you listed Phage against marksmen either in the military or in the civilian world, it just wasn't fair. To say that Agent Black was about half as good then was paying a large compliment then. The weapon proved to be a high tech model of positron rifle- it fired a complex burst of energy, harmless to most but keyed to trigger special devices inside the host bodies of Mercury Team. The first shot triggers Murphy and Axelson, as they were standing near each other. Instantly the two writhe in pain, electrical currents pulsing through their bodies. The symbiotes go into shock, retracting to hide from the energy at play, and letting the soldiers regain control of themselves.

Carnage whirls, catching sight of the two, and releasing a hiss. Something was going on, something had just taken away two of his soldiers. A split second later and Lasher goes down, clutching it's head as the currents send it's muscles into spasms. Simms is revealed, as the green suit sinks into his flesh. By now Murphy and Axelson had recovered enough to sit up and point twin weapons at Carnage, the silver pistol like devices emitting a high pitched whine as they charge.

"Sorry boss. Gotta contain the sucker." Murphy calls out, triggering his device as Axelson does the same.

A wave of sonic distortion sweeps out, slamming into Carnage like a train...and does nothing. The red monster had curled in on itself, expecting the worst, only to chuckle in surprise as the pulse of sonic force only passes onward. The mixture of Scorn and Carnage had somehow become immune to the effects of sonic vibrations- a common weakness in the symbiote race. It was known that only two things were good at dealing with the aliens, heat and sonics.

"Heh, well now. Look who's got a few new tricks. Who says you can't teach an old do-" the rest is cut off as Riot tries heat.

As soon as the connection between the others had been severed by the electrical charge Riot had regained control of itself and was once again working with it's host, Odgen. The two had limped about, gathering a few objects while everyone was busy, and was ready with a present- a simple weapon known as a Molotov cocktail. The glass bottle flips end over end, flaming rag hanging out it's opening, before smashing into a ball of fire at the feet of Carnage. The result of gasoline harvested from the nearby ambulance and the rag's flaming tip causes in immediate burst of flames. Carnage is not happy.

Weakened by the heat, and hurt from the fire Carnage leaps away, towards the wounded Riot- only to drop into a twitching and spasming heap as Agent Black lands a shot on the beast's device, activating the mini generator. In moments Tanis Nieves is once again herself, both the symbiotes retreated deep into her body and mind. This was not over yet, Carnage was still in her, and until she had it removed she was a danger to her team.

"Mission accomplished, calling for evac..have quarantine personnel on standby. Dr Nieves will need to be sterilized and Carnage removed." Black radios in, taking the rifle apart, Axelson and Murphy below gathering what bits of the generator remain, while Riot takes a much needed rest. Simms takes on the job of herding survivors towards the waiting ambulance- the responding evac team could grab who they wanted.


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He was tired of waiting, the hired help had been sent in to 'test the waters' they said, to gauge response. His time was coming, they said. In his honest opinion, they SAID a lot, and did little. Slipping on his uniform, and adjusting the collar to sit the way he liked, the black-clad man waits. His time was coming, and his would not be a wrath to take lightly. The ship was invisible, the light bent about it's massive frame by a series of complex mirrors and an unexplainable energy source. Hovering in place, simply denying any radar the ability to locate it. The grand vessel had carried those armored troops into battle, and worse yet it held still.

Clenching his fist, making the ballistic material creak softly, Kreig begins his daily training.

The lower deck of the ship had been designed with something known as the 'Danger Room' in mind, though Kreig had no idea what that meant- to him all the lower deck meant was holographic based training. The cyborgs meant he didn't have to hold back. For the moment he chose not to wear his coat, seeing it's weight as a hindrance, rather than as the armored protection the thick material provided. If need be he had other protection.

Entering the room he pressed a section of wall, activating the system.

"Voice recognition, activate program. Set level for acht. Volle leistung." he wanted it set for level eight, and at full power. Instantly the computer complies, and activates the simulation. Kreig sets about, obliteration training bots and defending against the weapons. He was ready for these Americans, he would shatter them and laugh for the Vaterland, his Fatherland. The severity of his training soon causes alarms to sound, and the simulation to be interrupted, lest the man rupture the hull. He was ready alright.