Infared's Assassin Training

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

OOC: all of your training goes on here, dear. I suggest you eat, get freshened up and someone will come to visit you. ;D

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Infa smiles as he enters his room. He scarfs down a few meals before plopping onto his cot. He began to 'meditate' laying down of course...*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

OOC: For this next training thread think of Splinter Cell. Remain in the dark. Incapacitate all you come across and hide their bodies. Don't set alarms off and stay out of sight. I'll post a few obstacles you have to get past but also use your imagination. Remember killing with a blade leaves blood behind. If there is no body but blood, it still could alarm someone...so think.

*A dark figure dressed in complete black suddenly blocks the doorway and waves Infa forward. It left the idea where was Rajani, but if he even tried to ask questions, they wouldn't be answered. Little did he know that the man before him had his tongue cut out. He had failed during his training in a minor way and suffered greatly for it. The man waited for Infa to get ready and then led him down some hallways into a separate area where some mercs had been hired. False information about their importance in guarding a terminal were fed to them. Infa was given a datapad with the information. He could tell this was only training, but the pad said leave no survivors. Rajani truly was heartless.*

((start out by getting past the first two guards and find away through the security door without explosives))

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Instantly thinking he ducked into the shadows as he thought of a plan. His mind was buzzing with possibilities, and he reached to his jacket, which obviously wasn't there...damn, that just made things a whole lot harder.

There were two guards infront of a durasteel door, which the bounty hunter assumed was the entrance to the antechamber. Now, next to it was a smallish terminal, which obviously was how people got in and out, but would his master really be stupid enough to give petty thieves anything of importance? Hopefully not...or she wouldnt last long.

The thought of ripping off the man's face and wearing it as his own crossed his mind, but then he looked down only to see a pair of scaly green hands...not too suspicious, he thought while rolling his eyes. Seriously though, even if he got past the guards, then what? He usually had a bag full of equipment to rely on...And it was obvious that this Rajani lady didn't like gagets very much. Too bad...

The first guard began to check the barrel of the gun, while the other who was roughly three meters away, randomly pointed his off into the distance. These two didn't seem to be quite up to par, but from experience he knew never to judge books by covers. And in a flash he had struck. Not caring that they had seen him, hoping that they would die too fast to have a chance at activating the alarm, he reached at one of their throats, crushed it and allowed him to drown on his own blood.

Then kicking the other in the nads, he followed it by a fist to the jaw, and then the merc's head to his knee...Now the door...Quickly running over to the terminal after 'disposing' of the body, he punched in a few buttons that brought him to this screen.*

Accessing files...

Password please...

******
Access denied...

*Then remembering what Rajani had told him, he punched in yet another code...hopefully the force would lead him.*

Password please...

*******

Access Granted...

*As the doors opened of rush of air escaped giving Infa a very dramatic atmosphere for his next option of action.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

OOC: Next time check their clothing for passes. As far as I know the Force doesn't give you passwords, dear

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

ooc:Yea...But I used a word you said in our training...thought it'd be cool 'loyalty'...gonna use 'undying loyalty' but it was too long

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

OOC: Gonna give you another chance to redeem yourself

The long dark corridor that opened up seemed to be completely deserted. At the end of the long hallway was a safe with a timer on it. He didn't know what this was all about. If he looked around, there were little holes all throughout the room as if they were built as a sort of defense. He would be wise to proceed with caution. While he couldn't see her, Rajani watched from a camera accessing the area in a special room. If he lived past this test, he might get a reward.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*I start to walk through the corridor, then spot the wholes. Something was amiss here...

So, I decided my good buddy, er, body 'Harry' would help me out. I walk back and grab a corpse, and chuck him at the safe, seeing if anything would happen. His head snaps as it hits the durasteel and rolls along the floor. Pretty sweet. But what were the consequences of the body beeing thrown into the room? That was for Kelly to decide.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*Oddly enough nothing seemed to happen. This was very peculiar. Just what kind of system was this? Was it pressure sensitive...temperature sensitive or controlled by some other means?*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Grabbing the other corpse, which name tag read 'Greg', Infa proceeded into the room. First sticking his leg out and then slowing moving his way to the center. Ready to use the body as a shield if he had to...*

"You nervous too? Yea, Ima wreak...you see my hand? I'm only 27...It's definately not supposed to be shaking like that...goddamn jedi..."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*As he struggled holding the corpse and making it move with him, the room seemed as if it had heated up. Sweat began to pour down the back of his tunic and things felt like the air was being sucked out of the room. With each step, he found it harder to catch his breath. When he was halfway through, the door behind him immediately closed off and a hissing noise was heard as a strange green gas began to fill the room. He didn't have his breathing mask to aid him. His only choice was to get through that door quickly enough. If he was to survive, he would have to really think and keep calm. If he panicked and began to breathe harder, it would quicken the poison through his body.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*As the first wave of gass hit him like a burst of rancid air, instanlt as if on instinct, he dropped the carcess and moved into a bolt for the fresh air...well the non-toxic air at least.

But as he made the half way poitn from were he was to the door, he felt like his lungs would explode and slowed down significantly. Clutching his chest, he began to zone out...and at random time black out for a second or two. Rambling to himself as he finally hit the cold, steel, ground outside the chamber...He had made it...but the gass had made burns and bruises on his skin. Very unattractive.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*The door behind the hallway didn't shut, so the gas began creeping into the very room he was in. The only way to escape it was to get through that safe door. The countdown started on the door and strange clicking sounds could be heard. Was it opening or.....or something worse?*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*He edged back to the end of the corridor he was in, trying to gain his breath back before entering the giant green cloud of toxic gass once more. As he had done so, he bolted through, holding his breath until he got to the safe.

The tick, made an infernal pattern in his mind, that reminded him of how his third grade teacher smelled like a mixture of oranges and glue...weird, but when you think your gonna die weird shit happens.

Anyway, as the thought passed he began to chant in his head 'c'mon, open! c'mon...'*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*The source of the clicking grew louder as what appeared to be spikes began to pop up through the floor. The counter was down to a minute now and counting. The spikes however kept only their tips in the holes as the gas seemed to stop flowing inside, the concentration inside was already life threatening. One would assume that once the counter reached 0 the spikes would shoot up. He had wasted precious time and now his life was in great danger. Only quick thinking would save him from death. He had to get that safe door open.*