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Post by Chix Verbil on Jan 27, 2007 13:23:49 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]Everyone's favorite spritely show-off, Chix Verbil, is on the night shift, supposedly patrolling the back roads that wind around LEP headquarters. Of course, he's not taking his job very seriously. Why should he? Everyone knows nothing ever happens on the back streets--which is probably why he was assigned to this area in the first place. Somebody probably knew he would blow it on a bigger mission--especially if he's positioned without a partner to keep him in line or a supervisor constantly breathing down his neck.
For the moment, Chix is reclining at his post, his helmet communication device tuned into some oldies radio station above ground. He randomly sings along, though he barely knows any of the lyrics--much less the tune. Occasionally, he pauses to take a swig of some kind of fizzed up berry concoction from his canteen, emitting a slightly sickening belch each time afterward. Nearly bored to tears, he almost makes up his mind to go find a crowd to mingle with when something fairly large catches his eye.
"What the--?!" he snaps upright and drops his shades down on his nose, peering over the rims at the lumbering creature below--unmistakably a troll, "Okay, when I was silently hoping for some action, this was not what I had in mind."
Switching off the radio and tuning it back into the local two-way station, he contacts the operations booth, trying to contact Foaly. He's not necessarily panicked yet, but a troll on the loose in a civilian area is certainly cause for some alarm.
"Yo, Foaly! Come in, Foaly," he barks into his communicator, "This is Private Verbil from the south-southwest position outside LEP. We've got an aimless troll on the loose. Can I shoot it?"[/glow]
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Post by Foaly on Jan 27, 2007 13:27:09 GMT -5
Foaly is at the control panel, monitoring the goings-on throughout the ranks. All seems quiet--a slow night and the perfect setting to start a relaxing game of computerized solitaire. Unfortunately, just when he starts to really get into the game, Chix's pointy green face appears on screen and his slightly obnoxious voices rings tinny through the speakers above as well as the centaur's headset.
"A troll?" he quirks a brow, finding this rather odd as he taps a few keys and brings up the camera monitoring Chix's post, "No, you don't shoot it, you idiot. Hold your position. I'm dispatching reinforcements to apprehend the troll and get it out of there. Do not--I repeat--do not make any moves until reinforcements have arrived, Private."
Swiveling around in his chair, Foaly punches another button and tries to contact Captain Holly Short, LEP's finest and well-versed in various troll situations. Keeping Chix and his patrol area on screen in front of him, he prepares to give Holly n ideal description of the situation at hand.
"Holly, it's Foaly," he maintains a calm tone of voice, "Chix is on patrol in the south-southwest region of LEP and he's sighted a troll on the loose. He needs backup ASAP. Do you copy?"
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Post by Holly Short on Jan 27, 2007 13:29:58 GMT -5
"Roger, roger. I copy, what did the little weasel get himself into this time? He'd better not be trying to impress me because you know what happend last time. I'll scramble the reinforcements."
Holly rushes over to the main microphone and starts barking orders. After that she rushes to the hanger bay to get a tranquilizer tank moving, she punches in the access code to the hanger door and then she start barking orders at Chix.
"Private Verbil, don't move I'm coming to back you up with a tank. Acknowledge Private."
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Post by Chix Verbil on Jan 27, 2007 13:43:06 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]"Umm...I don't think I have much choice but to move, Cap'," Chix replies as he has obviously disregarded Foaly's warning and is presently buzzing around the troll's ugly head, teasing it, "The beast is headed for a little cottage. I've gotta distract him or whoever is inside there is as good as dead."
The green-hued sprite swoops close enough to clip the back of the troll's head with the toe of his boot--just enough to get the savage creature's attention. With an irritated growl, it snaps its hideous head around, trying to nail the nuisance with its tusks. Chix barely escapes being skewered and the troll swats at him with its claws instead.
"Dumb as a stinkin' post, you are," he chuckles, not exactly overly concerned about his predicament as he dives again, this time catching the troll's ear and giving it a yank, "Anybody home in there? Or can't you hear beyond that nest of earwigs lodged in there?"
Enraged, the troll attacks again, this time grazing Chix just enough to knock him off balance, forcing him to spiral to the ground. He lands awkwardly just to the side of the troll. Knowing he's dead meat if he stays down here, he slowly tries to move away, but the troll has already spotted him and it brings down a clawed hand, pinning the sprite flat on his back against the ground. Thinking fast, he squirms to pull a flashlight off his belt, which he promptly clicks on and aims the beam right at the troll's beady eyes.
"Cap', I'm in a bit of a spot here," he reports into his communicator, the nervous tension rising in his voice, "I hope you can get here on the double 'cause I don't know how long my light will keep the pea-brain from tearing my guts out!"[/glow]
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Post by Holly Short on Jan 27, 2007 21:18:43 GMT -5
Holly listens to Chix in the intercom and she say in a crackled speaker voice.
"I'm here Chix, and I've got BRET with me, in case you don't know what that means it means Big Rear End Tank. Let nail the big sucker with my heavy tranquilizer rockets, enough sedative to knock out an army of trolls."
Holly presses the fire button but something go's entirely wrong, the tank's cannon is jammed
"D'arvit'! Chix the tank's cannon is jammed, I need to call in an LEP engineer. Foaly call in an LEP warlock engineer now!"
Holly blares her voice into the helmet communicater.
"Get that engineer here now!!! D'arvit' it now!!!"
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Post by Foaly on Jan 28, 2007 1:30:12 GMT -5
Foaly winces at the sharp loudness of Holly's voice. Surveying the impending disaster on screen, he knows this is definitely an urgent situation, but more than that, he knows he can't let Holly lose her head out there and he has to remain calm himself. Wasting no time, he buzzes in an engineer, dispatching two of them just to be safe. Of course, by the time they get there, it could be too late for both Chix and Holly.
"Holly, stay calm," the centaur instructs firmly, "This is no time to panic. We've been through troll situations before. Now if you're going to help Chix at all, you had better turn on your shield before that beast spots you and nails you too. Stand by. I've dispatched two engineers and they should be there shortly."
Returning his attention to the scene unfolding on screen, he notices Chix's attempt to hold off the troll using a puny flashlight beam. If Foaly knows anything, it's that a flashlight beam is probably one of the weakest sources of light and it won't hold the troll off for long, particularly if the raging beast manages to knock it out of the sprite's grasp.
"Holly, the high beams in your helmet!" Foaly barks suddenly, "Turn them on and blast them in the troll's face! It should be enough to hold him off until help arrives. I'm going to try and get a hold of Trouble and send him out there to help you."
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Post by Chix Verbil on Jan 28, 2007 1:51:33 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]A look of relief passes over Chix's face as Holly comes to his aid, but as she informs him that the equipment is malfunctioning, he nearly turns completely white--pale with fear. He can feel one of the troll's claws pressing into his side and, judging by the damp, sticky feeling in that area, he already knows that claw has pierced his skin.
"Uh...Captain? This whole situation is...worse than I thought," he gasps as the paralyzing venom from the troll's claw is already beginning to effect him. He loses his grip on the flashlight and it drops from his immobilized hand.
With the light out of its eyes, the angry troll peers down at its victim and raises its other hand, preparing to strike a lethal blow to the helpless sprite. Chix looks up in horror and braces himself for the deadly attack that will most likely end his life.[/glow]
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Post by Holly Short on Jan 28, 2007 19:24:11 GMT -5
Holly injects Chix with a serum of addrenaline to keep his body funtioning properly. Then she glares right in the troll's fire engine red eyes, and turns on the highly powerful 10,000 watt halogen light blinding the the troll.
"He sure is a big sucker, take this scum!"
Holly sees that the warlock engineer uncloged the barrel of the tank, she jumps in the tank and presses the fire button, knocking the mindless monster out cold.
"Chix! Are you alright, you survived a pretty big troll incedint there."
Holly calls Foaly and through a crackled voice says.
"Get a warlock physician out here!"
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Post by Chix Verbil on Jan 28, 2007 23:59:27 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]Still pinned under the unconscious troll's claws, Chix is barely aware of what's going on. The adrenaline is enough to keep him semi-conscious, but he is still weakened due to the amount of blood lost from the wound in his side. He blinks groggily at Holly and forces a feeble grin--although it looks a little more like a pained grimace.
"I'm s-still in one piece--I think," he replies, his speech slightly slurred, "Is it cold in here to you?"
He scrunches his eyes shut and blinks several times as though he's trying to clear his vision. When that doesn't work, he tries shaking his head, but the paralysis induced by the troll's venom still hasn't worn off yet, so that makes head-shaking virtually impossible.
"Hey, Cap'?" Chix asks, his eyes crossing as he stares up at her, "Have you always been a blonde? I never noticed..."
His face contorts in a pained grimace as a stab of agony skitters up his spine, causing him to trail off in mid-sentence. The good news is, the numbness is obviously wearing off as he is able to keenly feel the pain in his side. The bad news is, the troll still has his hand over him and the wound is very deep and could very well put Chix out of comission for an uncertain amount of time--if he survives.[/glow]
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Post by Foaly on Jan 29, 2007 0:50:39 GMT -5
Foaly heaves a sigh of relief as he sees the troll go down on the monitor. Of course, that relief is short-lived as he realizes Chix is still trapped under the monster's massive paw. He immediately dispatches the medical professionals Holly has requested, knowing a man down due to a troll attack is likely too be fatal if not dealt with promptly.
"Holly, keep him talking," the centaur calmly instructs the captain, "If he loses consciousness we could lose him altogether. I'm monitoring his vitals as we speak. His heart rate is elevated considerably and his breathing is shallow--I suspect due to some wound we don't know about yet. As soon as we get that miserable beast off of him, we'll be able to see exactly where he's been hurt. For now, don't try to move him yourself. It could do more harm than good if something is majorly wrong. Just keep him awake and talking until help arrives."
In the meantime, Foaly decides to punch in Chix information on the infirmary files as he is already certain that is where the sprite is headed and if not there, then the morgue. Keeping an eye on Chix's vitals, he notices the temperature and blood pressure levels dropping rapidly. This is not a situation to dawdle around with.
"Code 14! I repeat, this is a Code 14 situation," he barks into the intercom to the Retrieval Squad headed by Trouble, "Troll attack, fairy down. We need a squad up there to help get that thing off Private Verbil ASAP!"
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Post by Holly Short on Jan 29, 2007 13:33:40 GMT -5
Holly checks Chix's pulse counting the pulse rate. she sees that his breathing is going down, so she takes an oxygen tank out of her napsack. She kissed him on the cheek just to keep him alive then the energy pulses through her body and she pushes the troll off of Chix and into a heavy electric net.
"Chix, are you alright? Keep talking to me, and don't do anything to excite yourself. got it?"
Holly then again screams into the microphone in her helmet.
"Foaly, we better those medics out here right now, or your blowing hundreds of LEP dollars out of your butt!!!"
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Post by Chix Verbil on Jan 29, 2007 22:07:56 GMT -5
[glow=green,5,300]"You seem stressed, Cap'," Chix replies, seeming to be clueless about his own condition even though his own voice is so weak, it can barely be heard, "Is it that bad?"
His pointed ears twitch as Holly gives him a kiss, but apart from that, he is too weak to give any other reaction. As Holly manages to free him from the troll's crushing grasp, the sprite takes a deep, staggering breath, nearly passing out on the spot, but as the captain orders him to keep talking, he focuses all his energy into following those orders.
"Well...this is a switch," he forces a laugh, trying to make a joke of the situation, "Usually, you're telling me to shut up. Now you want me to talk and I don't know what to say."[/glow]
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Post by Foaly on Jan 29, 2007 22:12:46 GMT -5
Foaly cringes and jerks his headset off as Holly shrieks right in his ear. Turning down the volume a couple notches before putting it back on his head, he tries to overlook her harsh insult.
"They haven't showed up yet?" he asks, getting on the line to the medics once again, "Hey! What's the hold up down there? I told you guys this is a Code 14--nothing to play around with! We're gonna have a dead guy on our hands if you don't get a move on!"
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Post by Holly Short on Jan 29, 2007 22:24:48 GMT -5
Holly puts her knee under Chix's head to support his breathing, then she pulls a bottle of pure spring water from the napsack. She supports Chix to help him get the liquid down, then she puts her fingers on his chest where the gaping wound from the troll talons are.
"Heal."
She watches the blue sparkles run down her fingers.
"Foaly, thats a negative on those medics, I think magic did the trick. Just keep them on stand by just in case the magic doesn't work, make sure you send in Corpral Grub Kelp, I might need him to keep Chix active."
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Post by Foaly on Jan 29, 2007 22:34:47 GMT -5
"Excuse me, did you say...Grub Kelp?" Foaly splutters, spitting the water he had been drinking all over the plasma screen in front of him, "I thought for sure you would ask for Trouble on this case, but...if you say so. Maybe he can at least help you move Chix out of there so Trouble can come in and transport that troll out of the area."
Foaly switches to another line on the intercom, trying to establish contact with Corporal Grub Kelp, though he still has his doubts. Apart from his brother, Grub can often times be more of a nuisance than an assistance.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Holly," the centaur mutters just before sending out a message to Grub, "Ops Booth to Corporal Kelp. Your assistance has been requested in the south-southwest section of Police Plaza. Do you copy?"
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