08-03-2016, 10:26 PM
Inside the new room, Mick finds himself in the corner of a hallway. It's wider than the other one, with a few doors along the walls. There are signs on the doors. Walking into the hallway, Mick turns his attention to one of the signs, which reads "Human Resources."
"Human resources...Yeah, that doesn't sound like somewhere I should go in." Mick says. "Let's just find the power source and get out of here."
He continues walking, checking signs along the way. Nothing particularly exciting, more of them seeming company-ish than factory-ish. Finally, he comes across the end of the hall, and with it, an unlabeled door.
"You know, this door really should be labeled..." Mick notes. "That way, I know if anything important is behind the door before busting through it."
He then attempts to kick the door down. Said door flies open, sending Mick through it. Losing his balance, he faceplants, and barely catches the door with one hand before it can hit him in the head.
"Note to self...Check whether or not doors are locked before attempting to kick them down." he complains, slowly stumbling back up. He finds himself in the smelter room...Oh! He's on the other side of the room where the conveyor belt and smelter were in. He can see the entire line of the machinery from here, from the smelting of metal to machines shaping them, to the assembly line itself, forming multiple high-technological weapons and ammunition.
"So this IS a factory." Mick says. "First proof I've seen of it this whole time."
Then, he hears a click behind him, and a gun barrel presses to his head.
"I've seen this scenario ten times already. Can we move on now?" Mick sighs.
"Hehehehe." the mercenary laughs behind him. "You have a point there. I've seen it quite a few times myself."
"Is the Mattit Gang just full of this?" the arsonist asks. "Almost makes me just want to end it for you guys quick instead of setting you on fire."
"Trust me...If you try to kill me, it won't end well." he states.
"Who are you, anyway?" the Rogue inquires.
"Oh, I go by many names...Scott Jonathan, Darky, Darklocke..." the mysterious assassin asks, before letting out another laugh.
"Darklocke sounds like a pirate's name." the hot-blooded criminal states with a smirk.
"You know what? You do have a point there." Darklocke states. "I just thought it sounded cool...Guess I kinda dropped the ball on that one."
Mick turns around, pointing the Heat Gun at Scott, and sights him. He's kind of average-sized, with a black jacket over a white T-shirt and black jeans, with shoes that are, you guessed it, black.
"Oh...Does this guy have a bit of fight in him? I guess that makes it all the better for me..." Darky states with another laugh, raising two guns towards the arsonist.
"You ready to burn?" the Rogue asks, preparing to fire.
"Oh, you like playing with fire, do you?" Scott asks. "I guess I brought the right tools for the job!" A side-area pops out of both handguns, revealing smaller barrels. They fire...Kind of a small jet of flame each. Scott laughs, even though the jet sof fire don't even reach Mick.
"How did you get that?" Mick asks.
"Got it custom-made a while back. Was a lot of work...For the poor sucker I forced into making it." Darklocke states.
"Next question; Where can I get one?" the Rogue adds.
"I'll give you this one right now...If you can get it over my dead body." Scott states, with yet another laugh. His laugh angered Mick more and more each time he heard it. With a shout, the soon-to-be Rebel charges the current mercenary, who...Simply sidesteps it. Mick trips over a conveyor belt, landing on the ground behind it and disrupting the production line a bit. In response, Mick hops back over with all the care and grace of a lima bean, landing flat on his face. This causes yet another laugh to erupt from Darky.
"Are you sure you want to get this started?" Darklocke asks. "It would be easier to just hop on the conveyor belt into the smelter, if you really want to end it that badly."
"I'm a Prime, genius. If I die, I'll just come back." the hot-blooded criminal states. "With a vengeance."
"Been there, seen that." the madman responds, looking down at his signature weapon. "I'm not afraid of Primes, flamey." Whilst he was talking, Mick was focusing another beam on him. The arsonist then fires, and Scott...Sidesteps the attack.
"Why do they always sidestep the attacks?" Mick asks.
"You should be asking YOURSELF that." the laughing mercenary states, before running at Mick and triggering the jets of flame once again. Mick sidesteps the attack, but Darky stops himself before he can run into the conveyor belt. Mick takes a swing at him, causing him to dodge, ceasing the fire of flame. Darklocke then smiles, booting Mick's gut and pushing him over. "Want me to turn up the heat? Hehehehehehehe!"
"Never met someone as joyful about murder as you, Scott." the Rogue states bluntly.
"You obviously haven't been around Tier 7 enough." the mercenary responds with a smile. Staring at the fight ahead of him, Mick grows in anger even more. His blood begins to boil as he clenches his fists. Nonetheless, he just prepares for a long fight ahead of him...
"Human resources...Yeah, that doesn't sound like somewhere I should go in." Mick says. "Let's just find the power source and get out of here."
He continues walking, checking signs along the way. Nothing particularly exciting, more of them seeming company-ish than factory-ish. Finally, he comes across the end of the hall, and with it, an unlabeled door.
"You know, this door really should be labeled..." Mick notes. "That way, I know if anything important is behind the door before busting through it."
He then attempts to kick the door down. Said door flies open, sending Mick through it. Losing his balance, he faceplants, and barely catches the door with one hand before it can hit him in the head.
"Note to self...Check whether or not doors are locked before attempting to kick them down." he complains, slowly stumbling back up. He finds himself in the smelter room...Oh! He's on the other side of the room where the conveyor belt and smelter were in. He can see the entire line of the machinery from here, from the smelting of metal to machines shaping them, to the assembly line itself, forming multiple high-technological weapons and ammunition.
"So this IS a factory." Mick says. "First proof I've seen of it this whole time."
Then, he hears a click behind him, and a gun barrel presses to his head.
"I've seen this scenario ten times already. Can we move on now?" Mick sighs.
"Hehehehe." the mercenary laughs behind him. "You have a point there. I've seen it quite a few times myself."
"Is the Mattit Gang just full of this?" the arsonist asks. "Almost makes me just want to end it for you guys quick instead of setting you on fire."
"Trust me...If you try to kill me, it won't end well." he states.
"Who are you, anyway?" the Rogue inquires.
"Oh, I go by many names...Scott Jonathan, Darky, Darklocke..." the mysterious assassin asks, before letting out another laugh.
"Darklocke sounds like a pirate's name." the hot-blooded criminal states with a smirk.
"You know what? You do have a point there." Darklocke states. "I just thought it sounded cool...Guess I kinda dropped the ball on that one."
Mick turns around, pointing the Heat Gun at Scott, and sights him. He's kind of average-sized, with a black jacket over a white T-shirt and black jeans, with shoes that are, you guessed it, black.
"Oh...Does this guy have a bit of fight in him? I guess that makes it all the better for me..." Darky states with another laugh, raising two guns towards the arsonist.
"You ready to burn?" the Rogue asks, preparing to fire.
"Oh, you like playing with fire, do you?" Scott asks. "I guess I brought the right tools for the job!" A side-area pops out of both handguns, revealing smaller barrels. They fire...Kind of a small jet of flame each. Scott laughs, even though the jet sof fire don't even reach Mick.
"How did you get that?" Mick asks.
"Got it custom-made a while back. Was a lot of work...For the poor sucker I forced into making it." Darklocke states.
"Next question; Where can I get one?" the Rogue adds.
"I'll give you this one right now...If you can get it over my dead body." Scott states, with yet another laugh. His laugh angered Mick more and more each time he heard it. With a shout, the soon-to-be Rebel charges the current mercenary, who...Simply sidesteps it. Mick trips over a conveyor belt, landing on the ground behind it and disrupting the production line a bit. In response, Mick hops back over with all the care and grace of a lima bean, landing flat on his face. This causes yet another laugh to erupt from Darky.
"Are you sure you want to get this started?" Darklocke asks. "It would be easier to just hop on the conveyor belt into the smelter, if you really want to end it that badly."
"I'm a Prime, genius. If I die, I'll just come back." the hot-blooded criminal states. "With a vengeance."
"Been there, seen that." the madman responds, looking down at his signature weapon. "I'm not afraid of Primes, flamey." Whilst he was talking, Mick was focusing another beam on him. The arsonist then fires, and Scott...Sidesteps the attack.
"Why do they always sidestep the attacks?" Mick asks.
"You should be asking YOURSELF that." the laughing mercenary states, before running at Mick and triggering the jets of flame once again. Mick sidesteps the attack, but Darky stops himself before he can run into the conveyor belt. Mick takes a swing at him, causing him to dodge, ceasing the fire of flame. Darklocke then smiles, booting Mick's gut and pushing him over. "Want me to turn up the heat? Hehehehehehehe!"
"Never met someone as joyful about murder as you, Scott." the Rogue states bluntly.
"You obviously haven't been around Tier 7 enough." the mercenary responds with a smile. Staring at the fight ahead of him, Mick grows in anger even more. His blood begins to boil as he clenches his fists. Nonetheless, he just prepares for a long fight ahead of him...