The Synthetic Hunter

"Fever Goshawk. Victor of the 60th Hunger Games. Experimental test subject." ((OC for The Hunger Games. Will RP with any fandom. Don't be shy. Will follow back from my main blog whiteinkedrebel.))

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Bivouac || OPEN RP

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"SHIT." Arlo cursed, lifting his leg and looking at the twig. DAMN, where had that come from? The path was clear- Oh. OF COURSE…one of Fever’s traps. Smart girl, Fever… "Well…guess you know I’m here…" He stepped out into the small encampment, knowing her work even without looking deeply.  "Thought you could use some company."

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Fever sighed in relief, and stepped out into the open. Her pistol was held negligently in her hand.  "I nearly shot you," she scolded him, holstering the sidearm. She leaned against the tree, and flashed him a quick grin. "You were right. Get's a bit lonely out here."

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Bivouac || OPEN RP

The woods surrounding Fever were growing dark as night fell. She was returning from a stint, stalking a small group of Peacekeepers, trying to ascertain what they were planning. She'd had little luck. All she could infer from overhead conversations was that they were going to strike at a place they referred to as 'Area 600', but she had no idea where that was.

Eventually, she'd killed them, and taken all the data she could find, in the hopes that someone could decrypt it.

A noise sounded nearby- a stick broken underfoot- and Fever cursed, slipping behind a tree. Whoever, or whatever, was out there, was likely unfriendly.

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"The last propo shoot was one thing... but I think this is going just a little too far."

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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With a grunt, Deejay rose, using his shotgun as a crutch to get him upright.  "Lets see…looks like there’s still power…its just in standby mode." He glanced behind the screen, feeling around, till it suddenly lit up.  "BINGO…what do we have?" He glanced at the screen squinting slightly from the brightness on his morphling-relaxed eyes. 

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"How the hell has the power stayed on all these years?" Fever said, in amazement. 

She approached the screen again, wiping away more of the dust. "Startup mode?" she guessed, from the bright green text. 

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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"Bullet wounds…spent casings…empty magazines and a jammed rifle…it wasn’t bandits thats for damn sure." He paused, looking at one of the bodies and gauging how long it had been here for.  "Its not an original though…I think we’re looking at post-sea rise casualties. This place probably served as a home for all kinds of refugees after the water started to come up and swallow everything…"

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"Yeah, no doubt." Fever considered the screen for a moment, then turned to Deejay. "Well, master of all things technological. How are we gonna do this?" she asked, gesturing to the computer screen.

She wiped a hand over it, leaving a dust free streak.

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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"Hell of a lot of dust in the air…switch to thermal and feed it to my TACHUD." Deejay closed his eyes, then opened them, the neural implant in his skull synching with his optical nerve so that he was seeing a heads-up display as he walked.  "Keep your ears open too…this place doesn’t FEEL right." He stepped forwards till his boots touched something greasy.  "Woah…lot of blood on the ground…OLD too. YEARS."

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Fever nodded, looking carefully at the dark smears of blood, and followed them. She swallowed, and motioned to the corner, where a stack of very old bodies lay. "Wonder what happened..."

She skirted the corpses, and approached the wall, where a large, dusty screen was set into the building.

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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"Hey, Katniss won both her Games and knocked down a couple hovercraft with her bow." Deejay noted, following her out.  He’d stick with ballistic weaponry, honestly. Bows and arrows and swords, great. But NOTHING beat blasting someone back with a shotgun. Just…the KICK…ungh. AWESOME.  "Arlo…say with the jet." "No complaints." Arlo said, lifting a Lynx sniper rifle. "I’ve got your back." "Good." Deejay turned, following Fever. "This the place?"

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"Yeah, I think so," Fever confirmed, looking at the derelict building. She approached the door slowly, and pushed it open with the barrel of the rifle. 

"Can't see anyone," she whispered, peering through the darkness. Fortunately, the cybernetics in her eye afforded her decent night-vision. 

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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"Might need it…if there’s bandits out there the last thing we need are more of them showing up." Arlo grabbed one of the silenced rifles as well, checking the supressor built into the barrel: snug and secure.  "Lets make it fast then." Deejay grabbed a shotgun and slide the magazine into the front. The Bulldog reloaded weird. He kind of liked it.

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"Still can't believe a bunch of primitives with SPEARS managed to get the best of me," Fever said, in disgust, as she picked up the Honey Badger. 

She jumped to the ground, the impact raising tiny clouds of dust. The assault rifle rested in her hands, ready for her to raise at a moments notice.

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"Agreed…I need a shower, and probably a dip in a biogel tank." Deejay rose, a little unsteadily, and broke open Arlo’s weapon locker.  "Man, its a zoo in here…Honey Badger assault rifles, Bulldog shotguns, Lynx snipers…"

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"Yeah, and I need some more skin." Fever looked down at herself. She was missing bits of synth-skin on her legs, and some across her ribs, from the crash. 

"Oh, dibs on the Honey Badger," she called, smirking widely. Damn, morphling was EXCELLENT.

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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"Huh? Oh, yeah…just don’t take too much. I need you clear-headed." He handed her a syringe.  "Good old Dee…always looking out for us right? Pre-measured injectors rule." He sat in the copilots seat while Arlo steered the jet towards the coordinates and down towards the open space behind the ruins.  "We’re here."

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Fever pressed the syringe into her neck, sighing in relief as the morphling dulled the throbbing in her head. "Thanks. Remind me to thank her personally."

She pushed herself to her feet as they landed, and rolled her shoulders. One made a metallic whirring sound, the other cracked loudly. "Fantastic. Let's get this data, then get the hell out of here."

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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"Modifications are doable. You’ve got the only person in Panem with techincal knowlage of old American tech with you, and a man who’s damn good at improvisation…" Deejay said, patting Arlo’s other shoulder.  "Well, I wouldnt’ say THAT good-" "It wasn’t really a compliment." "Oh well thanks." Arlo rolled his eyes at Deejay and turned, following the direction his instruments were telling him to go.  "I’ve got an uplink to 13, still loud and clear too…we can upload anything and everything we find straight to em."

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"Great." Fever frowned a little, as her head began to throb. "Fucking implant," she grumbled to herself, massaging her temples. "More trouble than it's worth."

"Got any more of that morphling, Deejay?" she asked, leaning her head against the cool metal behind her. 

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"So…we get there, and we actually have to get inside it?" Arlo guessed.  "No worries there." Deejay said. "Sounds like a fun little stroll to me." Deejay enjoyed searching ancient sights. History was something he really really enjoyed…especially POWERFUL history.  "You’ll probably have more bandits on the ground, you know." "Yeah, well, thats what your gun locker is for." "Gun lo-DEEJAY, IS THERE ANY PART OF MY JET YOU DIDNT PICK APART?" "No."

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Fever grinned at Deejay, and patted Arlo on the shoulder. "If your jet didn't have a gun locker before, that was quite an oversight," she teased. She stretched, the synth-skin tearing further down her shoulder.  "I just hope the equipment is still usable. We might have to make some modifications."

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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"Hehe…least you can replace it easily enough." Deejay said with a pained grin. He shoved a syringe of morpling into his wrist and injected it.  "Ah…better…right. So, what exactly are we looking for?" "Some kind of abandoned outpost, I think…remains of a sattalite uplink to something BIG in orbit." Arlo said. "Its older than Panem, I know that much…"

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"It's supposed to be some sort of information node," Fever explained, shifting in the seat. "The people- the ones before Panem- took to storing information in satellites, and the like. This is an interface for that." She looked out along the landscape, silent for a moment.

"It should tell us everything about what happened before Panem."

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"For you…" Deejay said, rising slightly with a grin on his pale face.  "But now you have us…" "Wait…hey, Deejay, there’s no way I’m taking-" "Your jet has camo."  "…yes…" "Cloak us and get us to where Fever needed to be. We’ll complete her mission and get back. If you have any complaints…" "No, no…alright. Fever? Where to."

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Fever dragged herself up, and entered the coordinates. "Shouldn't be too far off. I thought I was almost there, when the bastards shot me down."

She grumbled to herself as she sat in the jump seat, feeling her right shoulder, and grimacing as her fingers hit metal. "Aw shit. I only just got the skin back on the right colour."

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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"L-least it meant we’re still…in one peice."  Deejay groaned, then howled as he pulled the arrow out of his arm.  "SHIT…ah, ow…Fever…you got some biofoam or something?" "Hang on, I’m getting us out of here…" Arlo swung the jet up and away, turning as far from the bandit village as he could get.  "Time to get our asses home to 13-" "No." Deejay said. "First; Fever, did you get the data?"

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"No, it was all in the jet," Fever said, with a sigh. "And no, I never made it to the outpost. I was shot down before I could."

She sat down, leaning against the wall. "Fuck, this was a failure," she said, in disgust. She wiped a hand over her face, smearing blood from a cut above her good eye.

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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"Hang tight, and don’t look down." He grabbed her under the arms and slapped his shoulder, retracting the nanofiber cord connecting him to Arlo’s plane.  The two of them rocketed skywards, much to the surprise of those onlooking. Arrows twanged up at them, several passing.  "Hah! Suc-OW!" Peircing pain seared down Deejay’s right arm; someone had caught him with an arrow.  "Son of a bitch…" He muttered as he and Fever were reeled safely aboard. 

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Fever held onto the cable, and leaned over the edge of the hatch. "Hold tight," she muttered, as the band re-nocked arrows. She held out a hand, and let loose a blast of biotics, effectively scattering the men below. Many of them were slammed against the ground, and failed to get up. 

She swung herself back into the aircraft, pale and a little shaky. "Oh, that's gonna give me a headache tomorrow," she groaned.

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Reconnaissance || Closed RP w/ calculatingvictor

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Being built by Arlo’s hands instead of a Capital or District 6 factory, the jet had a top speed of Mach 4. The fifty clicks vanished in no time, but the speed bonus was eaten up as Deejay and Arlo attempted to locate Fever. 

It wasn’t easy…finding a needle in a haystack was probably the most effective comparison, ironically.  But they found her…in a rather compromising position as well.  "This thing have VTOL?" Deejay asked.  "Course. What, you think I’d built a private jet without VTOL?" The victor snorted and checked teh decent pack he’d strapped to his body.  "So…jump down, grab Fever, and jump back up?" "Basically. I’ll get you out of here as soon as you’re aboard.  "Right…well, here goes nothing…" Deejay held his breath and leaped, falling straight down towards the post that held Fever and the…what the HELL? Were those BANDITS?

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Fever sighed in relief as Deejay dropped from the sky. "About time you showed up," she called, pulling against her restraints. She almost had the rope broken, and the distraction Deejay provided would allow her to finally free herself. 

The warrior band formed up around them, spears held at the ready, arrows nocked.  "Any bright ideas, Deejay?" she asked, grunting with the effort of breaking through the rope.