http://finalxboss.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] finalxboss.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2008-06-26 07:58 pm

Long-Awaited Showdown: Infiltrate New Pork City Part 2

Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/sbg_logs/33126.html

The doors of Porky's room opened up and two people entered. One of them was a man, tall, fat, and mustachioed, and the other was a maid, blonde-haired, but very doll-like. King P was still lying down on his bed. He looked down at them and smiled. "Yokuba... Ms. Marshmallow..."
The two bowed before the little king. "Sir," they both said, with respect.
"We have some rats on our hands that I want you to take care of before they get out of control. Have you noticed anything unusual?" asked Porky.
Ms. Marshmallow shook her head and replied politely, "No, my King,"
Yokuba took out his First-Class Banana and started snacking. "Our men did spot an unauthorized vehicle enter the city," he said,  "It was a blue race car. I wonder what hotshot would be riding that around this late at night,"
"Blue race car, eh? I know who they are then," said Porky. He started laughing to himself. A blue race car said it all. There was only one person who he knew who drove that thing and that person was one of the only people to hold such a grudge against the King, Captain Falcon. But he wouldn't do something like this alone, so someone might've accompanied him.
"Anybody who would be willing to dare disturb His Graciousness is undeserving of the life they were granted... May we have permission to deal with them, Your Excellency?" asked Marshmallow. Her voice remained monotonous, but from her words, it was clear she meant business.
Yokuba just smiled and tucked the banana peel in his pocket. Usually, he would've just thrown it randomly, but he showed respect for the king and his room. "A midnight brawl, then? I wouldn't mind this. Nuhehehehe!" laughed Yokuba.
Porky smiled and repiled, "Fine. You two will deal with our interlopers in the tower. One of them may be outside, so I'll be controlling the Pig King Statue from here,"
"Yes, my loving King," Marshmallow said, with another bow.
"It'll be my honor to deal with these fools!" Yokuba exclaimed, bowing as well.
Both of them walked out of the King's room.
Once they left, Porky pressed a switch on his Spider Mech bed. A compartment swung open next to him, revealing some kind of a minature control station. The king flipped another switch and as he did, outside the tower, the Pig King Statue started shaking.
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[personal profile] raced_god 2008-06-27 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Falcon finished programming the Flyer's autopilot. With any luck he'd be able to get to the craft unnoticed, then contact Samus and Snake from there, find out what floor they were on, and make the escape from there. He just had to wait for a good moment to make his move.

Since the building had gone into lockdown, security around it had doubled. Falcon could have taken on the half dozen Pig Masks that surrounded the entrance before...but he wasn't sure about the heightened firepower. From his hidden observation point, he tried to calculate the safest and easiest way to make it past the guards, fingering his gun but hesitating to remove it from the holster.

Then he heard a low rumble.

Oh holy shit.

The massive, grotesque statue of Porky that stood outside the tower (and that Falcon had assumed was just decoration, a testament to Minch's massive ego) started to move.

Oh holy shit, what the hell. He raised his hand to talk into the radio but remembered that his cohorts were dealing with their own problems.

He realized he had two options. Stay hidden until the threat subsided...and hope it didn't find him...or find a way past it...unnoticed or not.

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[identity profile] camo-box.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Meanwhile, Snake was with Samus in the grate above the lab, looking down at the chimera experiments test tubes.
"Any ideas?" Samus asked.
Snake thought for a moment.
"Well, I don't know. He have to scope how many people are actually working in the lab at the moment and act accordingly."

[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Right."

She flicked on her visor a second time and did a slow pan of the massive lab, counting all the workers and guards in her head.

"It looks like there's about 5 scientists, 8 guards and...." she squinted her eyes, trying to make out the vaguely blobby shapes of infrared heat showing up in her visor, "People... and animals... floating in tubes? I don't know if we have to worry about them right away but..."

She grumbled quietly, looking like there wasn't going to be much of a choice here, "How many tranq darts do you have? If we can take all the guards out out quick enough, then we can hold up the scientists... or do a little close-quarters combat if necessary. I'd like to avoid that though if we can." She looked around the lab again, trying to get as much of a view from behind the metal grate, "Don't exactly want to go breaking whatever experiments they're working on if we can help it..."

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[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Not wasting a second before the busy late-shift scientists were aware that their guards were suddenly dropping like flies, Samus slinked out of the airvent, landed, and unsheathed her gun in one smooth movement. She pressed a finger to her ear to speak with Snake after she landed, "Make sure no one gets stupid and sounds an alarm."

Just as fluidly she ran over to the nearest, most vulnerable looking scientist standing in front of a large computer terminal, and pointed the gun right in his face. Samus growled an order to the blading old man in the white lab coat, "Don't move."

[identity profile] camo-box.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Snake dropped down, after Samus, pointing his gun at any scientist who got to close to either of them, or the exit.
"...What exactly is our next course of action, here?"

[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Samus was slightly taken aback at how cowardly one of Porky's scientists was reacting...

No...

She really DID expect it but, something wasn't right here. Knowing time was of the essence, Samus bend down, and lifted the trembling scientist back to his feet from the shirt of his collar. As she let go she noticed his name tag, and what he had just said. Wait a minute... 'son'?, " ... D.. Dr. Andonuts?!" Samus lowered her gun, but only slightly, "You're Jeff's father!"
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[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
"...!"

Samus stumbled as the floor shifted out from underneath her and started to crumble all around her. "Shit!" She scrambled to jump out of the way but everything was crumbling beneath her feet too fast. It was useless.

The trio fell into darkness.

As they fell Samus scrambled desperately, using her gun's whip to frantically try and catch on any surface it could, to no avail. All it did was light up the narrow pit walls with bright magenta sparks, occasionally illuminating the far distance below.

She hit bottom hard, though, uninjured. It was as if the ground were.... alive, and it softened the blow.

Not enough that it still wasn't painful. "uughr....." Samus grimaced, and stood up in complete darkness, rubbing her head. During the hard landing her visor shut off. She tried flicking it on and off to get it to work again while feeling around blindly for her two companions, "Snake?" ... "Snake!?" "Doctor Andonuts?"

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[identity profile] camo-box.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
Snake slammed hard onto the ground, and although soft, it knocked the wind out of him.
"Uhn!"
He stood slowly, and heard Samus call for both him and the doctor, and hoped that Andonuts had fared alright despite the fall.
"Samus! I'm over here. Where's Andonuts?"
He rubbed his eyes, looking around, trying to gain his bearings back.
Where had they fallen into?

[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
Until her visor decided it wanted to work again, she used the dim light and the sound of Snake's voice to locate him. Samus trotted over to where he was like wise got her gun pointed straight at her new adversaries, seething, hateful glare included. So... this is the Devil's Machine... It was a twisted, alien looking contraption, with a path of flooring leading up to it that resembled bodily organs more than it did stable ground.

"..." She didn't have anything to say but she was more than ready for a fight.
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[identity profile] camo-box.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
Snake sighed. He of course, hadn't imagined that they would escape Porky's headquarters without a fight. But.
These two were ominous. The fight looked like it would be dangerous. And did it really have to happen so soon?
Whatever. What would happen would happen. His sole responsibility was to keep him and his partner alive. And freeing Andonauts would be nice too, but seemingly impossible unless they killed the two standing in front of them, which honestly, seemed unlikely.
He steadied his gaze again, glaring daggers.
"You're aware that we are not to be taken lightly. Is it really a fight you want?"

[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
While the sitation was tensely at a stalemate Samus tried her visor again, flicking it on and off in hopes it would come back on to be of use.

click click click...

It was still fairly dark in here, and any advantage she would have she would take, since Porky demonstrated time and time again he was more than willing to do the same. She growled, frustrated it still wasn't turning on. If only I had more time earlier, I could have safely extracted the scanner portion of my visor from my helmet... it would be so useful to find out what we're up against in detail... Not to mention I could have been swiping so much of Porky's data right now.

click click click...

Samus also started formulating a battle strategy in her head. Not only was it unfamiliar terrain with unfamiliar enemies, but there was now a hostage in this situation as well. Samus would have to fight more carefully, especially without the armor of her Powersuit protecting her as much, but to compensate, she had other tools and tricks up her sleeve now.

And she had a very worthy partner backing her up.

click click... the small eye-piece finally turned on. She immediately set it into night vision mode so she could easily see in the dim lighting--probably better than her enemies, The bounty hunter knew a fight would be unavoidable at this rate.

Now being able to better judge distances, Samus reached back into her pack, and pulled out a grenade, keeping her gun aimed at her opponents steadily with the other hand. "Since it looks like you two lackeys will not kindly show us the exit without a fight..." Samus pulled the pin out with her teeth and lobbed the grenade right for the Devil's Machine itself. "...we'll just have to make our own then!"

OOC POST SORRY ._.

[identity profile] animu-nerd.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
(Do you think this would be the best/worst` time for Otacon to contact Snake? Also I will delete this post afterwards, sorry for the inturuption, I just don't know if I can pop in or wait until this story is over. .__. Mass apologies!)

[identity profile] camo-box.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
After bracing himself from the hard hit of the shockwave, Snake flinched as scalding hot tea was poured onto him, shaking his head to get the burning liquid out of his hair and off of his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

After the moment's panic, Snake saw Marshmallow jump towards Samus, and, knowing full well she could take care of herself, Snake rushed at Yokuba, firing shots at him as he ran.

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[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-27 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
As Yokuba detonated the grenade midair, a wise observation was made by the bounty hunter, just as she hypothesized.

Samus's target was going the Devil's Machine itself, at all costs. This is what they were protecting--this is what Porky was trying to protect, and it was going to be her best and most worthwhile effort to try and stop it while she was down here.

Or die trying.

Samus, not at all expecting a tea attack fired a weak, quick shot at the incoming hot water, rather uselessly. It did help disperse the scalding liquid, but it still landed on various parts of her body. Even with her Zero Suit taking the brunt of the heat, so to speak, it still stung, and was annoying. Samus hissed in aggravation.

Immediately following, Ms. Marshmallow's mechanical hand was flying right for Samus's face. Instead of dodging like she usually would, Samus quickly brought up her own hand to counter it, and then gripped the robot's hand firmly.

"Get out of my way." Samus glowered and hissed. Using Marshmallow's hand as leverage, Samus jumped upwards, forward somersaulted in the air over the top of the robot maid's head, and then landed harmlessly right behind her. Samus ignored her opponent and made a beeline straight for the Devil's Machine, charging her stun gun to maximum as she ran.

[identity profile] camo-box.livejournal.com 2008-06-28 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
When Porky descended, Snake honestly wasn't that surprised. He would have only imagined that such a flashy entrance would be the only thing to satisfy the short man's ego.
He had several thought running through his head, but couldn't articulate many of them into actual sentences. So instead he decided to take the petty route.
"This place looks like a pedophile's haven. Warm welcome indeed. What happened to make you so utterly fucked up, anyways?"

[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-28 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Cautiously, Samus nudged her fallen opponent with her foot, and gave a firm kick for good measure. Just to be sure, Samus slid the top of her foot under the robot maid's body and tossed her several feet away from the machine, watching her body tumble helplessly into a motionless state. Ms. Marshmallow was out cold. "..." Her dedication was admirable, but there was no room for sympathy within Samus. Just understanding.

The bounty hunter sighed and gripped her left shoulder, now able to take a few seconds to inspect the damage. The burn seemed to radiate pain when she gripped it so she immediately let go with a hiss, and decided to ignore it again. Behind her was her target, still untouched. Samus glanced over to where Snake was and noticed he was having some difficulty. First things first...

Samus placed a finger to her ear, and flinched, getting nothing but static right away. "Falcon." More static, though it seemed to subside a little, "Falcon, if you can hear me, Snake and I are currently in the basement." She absently hoped he was staying out of trouble and that by contacting him wasn't going to cause any, "I repeat, we're currently located in the basement. We're--" More static crackled through loudly and interfered. With a growl, Samus ended the transmission. She would try again later.

She slowly turned around to face the bizarre, pulsating alien machine behind her and sneered at it. You must be causing all this radio static... Samus rummaged around her fanny pack, pulling out the last C4 explosives she had. Acting with haste, Samus secured them evenly across the front of Devil's Machine, around the eye. She crouched down and whispered to Dr. Andonuts and whispered very cryptically, and in a very dangerous tone of voice; The kind that was not going to take any arguments, objections, or questions. "Run."

But before she could set the devices to a timer she heard ominous slow clapping coming from the ceiling. "...!"

Samus leapt backwards in a panic away from the machine and looked upwards to see Porky and his familiar looking Spider Mech descending from above. She growled venomously as Porky made his little speech, and continued to walk backwards, gun pointed at him. "Porky." She stopped when she saw Snake approaching from the corner of her eye and grinned at him, glad he was ok.

[identity profile] camo-box.livejournal.com 2008-06-28 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Snake grinned back at Samus, gun trained at Porky as well.
"Sorry I didn't catch much of your fight, but I did notice the explosive end. Creative."
His voice took another tone, a little bit deeper, a bit more secretive.
"Samus, I discovered during my fight with Yokuba, we have more help. I've lost contact with him for now, but he's taking action."

[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-28 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Samus smirked at Snake, and would have felt almost a little bad for Ms. Marshmallow, "Never expose yourself to your enemy. Unless you're into that sort of thing."

As Snake's tone of voice quieted she leaned shoulder-to-shoulder with him, the surprise evident on her face. Otacon. She responded likewise in a low voice, not wanting to say his name out loud, "...you mean him? Good then. We'll need all the help we can get. I tried sending a message to Falcon before but I'm not sure if it went through." She glared at the alien machine in front of them.
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[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-28 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
As Porky gave his egotistical spiel Samus felt an ire building up inside of her that she had only ever felt so strongly a few times before in her life. She tried to remember the long story Ness told her, when she asked about Porky. Any information in her memory that might serve useful to the hunter, to find a weak spot in her prey.

"...Giygas was an alien capable of influencing the evil already in the hearts of living beings, you can't control something like that!" She lowered her head and bared teeth, "And when it backfires on you, you're just gonna' run away again like a coward. Just like last time. You'll never escape your failures, Porky!"

She sneered, cold as ice, looking to hit that same soft spot Ness did, "You'll never be happy. You ran away from your happiness years ago. You ran away from your brother Picky, from your only family, and from your friends. You are no hero."

Samus continued to hold her gun pointed high at her adversary, strong and unwavering. "And unlike you, I'm not going to run away from mine."

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[personal profile] raced_god 2008-06-29 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
He rounded a corner and slowed to a stop, venturing a glance back at the fallen statue. Despite Porky's words, the behemoth remained immobile...but he wasn't going to stick around for it to get back up.

"Falcon, ksssh, Snake and ---ksssshhhk--ntly in ----sement."

Samus' voice over the radio came as a surprise to him. It was full of static and hard to make out, but at least he knew she was alive.

Basement...I guess that's where they are... Shit. He had expected to pick them up from a higher floor...how'd they end up in the basement? And how was he supposed to get down there?

No sooner had he asked himself that question did he notice the very obvious answer, no matter how reluctant he was to do it. Errgh...of fucking course.

He hadn't memorized blueprints like he was sure Samus had so he wasn't sure where it would lead but it was worth a shot. Maybe he'd get lucky. Falcon kicked open the grate on the side of the tower and slid down into the air vent.

[identity profile] icequeen-aran.livejournal.com 2008-06-29 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
As gas started spewing out, marking the beginning of their battle, Samus covered her mouth and started backing up, shooting defensively at Porky's Spider Mech. Her shots did little good of course, ricocheting off the metal surface with bright magenta sparks. "Snake! I put my last C4s on the Devil's Machine!" This was her only chance to do any kind of damage. She could only hope her efforts would be worthwhile.

The red laser shot straight out at the duo, and Samus lept to the side. As she came out of the roll, she looked around, not sure who the beam would follow. "Detonate it now, while Porky is still under it!"

[identity profile] camo-box.livejournal.com 2008-06-29 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Snake nodded at Samus' request, and, although feeling Porky had something to defend himself against it, gave it a try. He aimed his gun, and fired directly at the C4, causing an explosion. How much damage it would cause remained to be seen.

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[personal profile] raced_god 2008-06-29 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
The vent sloped downward on a steady decline as Falcon eased his way through. Every so often he passed over a grate that allowed him to see down into a room, but nothing caught his attention. Hn. That's what I get for not knowing where this goes.

He found it increasingly difficult to maneuver, and wondered for a minute how Snake and Samus managed this crap all the time. Fucking vents, I am not cut out for this shit.

Shuffling forward a little more and peering down to make sure the room was clear, he kicked down on the grate and landed in the room with an audible thud.

[identity profile] camo-box.livejournal.com 2008-06-29 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Snake, as he was calling Otacon, looked over to see how Samus was faring, only to see her going so far as covering Andonuts with her own body, taking all of the hits.
"F-FUCK! SAMUS!"
He stood up, hand still to ear, other hand firing shots at meteorites, running to the other two being attacked.
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[personal profile] raced_god 2008-06-29 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
He hesitated a moment, gun drawn and at the ready, half expecting Pig Masks to come rushing in at the sound of his entrance. But nothing but silence.

A quick look around told him he wasn't in a room after all, but a dimly lit hallway. Where it lead, he had no idea, but he'd have to start somewhere.

Suddenly, the sound of explosions from beneath him. What the... Whatever it was, it was quite possibly coming from the basement. Shit shit SHIT. He took off at a run, hoping that the direction he was going was the right one...and that he'd find his way to the lowest level before it was too late.

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"Ah-ahg..."
Snake almost felt tears leak out at the hard chop to the neck delivered by the red headed boy. He felt blood rush down his back, and as Claus leapt back to Porky's side, Snake was aware of himself falling to his knees.
Then, he saw Samus get picked up by Porky's cohorts.
"N-no...FUCK YOU."
He forgot about communicating with Otacon, and rapid fired at the three, getting to his feet, bleeding profusely, rushing at them with all the strength he had left.
"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU"
He felt like he wanted to vomit, but just couldn't couldn't let them take her. He knew, in the back of his mind, what Porky would do, or to what effect his intentions were...
There was NO WAY.

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Snake groaned as Falcon lifted him up, things spinning and getting a little confusing with the two men trying to talk to him at the same time.
He turned to Falcon.
"She's...she's with him. I couldn't...f-fuck."
He shakily lifted his hand to his ear, talking to Otacon.
"O-otacon...Hal...I'm not doing well. I..fuck. I need you to find her. Find Samus. I'm not letting her stay with him. He'll do something awful..."

[identity profile] animu-nerd.livejournal.com 2008-06-29 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
To most men, a simple name drop would have just made them even more confused.

Otacon was not a simple man. There was only one Samus he'd knew about and he'd be damned if it wasn't her.

"Samus? As in, Samus Aran, the famous bounty hunter?! You sure know how to pick your partners..." There was a small hint of fanboying and excitement in his voice. Okay Otacon, stay calm, he's sounds really worried about her. That's...odd coming from him.

"Okay...I've downloaded the plans to Porky's tower while you contacted me and I'm uploading them to you right now. I'll be constantly updating data as you move around. Did you check the bottom of your cigarette pack? I hid two small pieces of hardware there...one of them is a body-temperature detecting device which should help you avoid the guards. Just plug it in the codec. The other one is a mini x-ray sonar which you should be able to detect the walls and machinery around here. I'll be here the whole way...we can do this!"

A thought popped into his mind just then. "Snake! Do you have any more rations on you? They might help you recover some energy!"

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