Situation A:// Activate. ((Open))

[cabageman]

The hospital was the first thing to fall; being swept by infected of the plague. Now all that remained were rioters and looters, the hospital swarmed with people on all levels besides one... the lower level. Two twin steel doors were locked, a welding torch being used to open them. Inside, sat a near comatose man hooked up in an odd odd chair. A flashing computer screen dropping scripting every-so-often.

The doors, after a good hour were finally cut through as the armed rioters now barged in. The computer executed the final command.

Command controls:// 0011010101011001010 0011010101011001010 0011010101011001010 0011010101011001010 00110101 0011010101011001010 0011010101011001010 0011010101011001010 0011010101011001010 001101010101100.... Activate?... [Y] Primary Command:// Eliminate all hostiles.

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A loud hiss, followed by loud clanking shocked the looters for a moment before gunfire, like the sound of crackling lightning ushered throughout the hospital. Amidst the gun smoke and carnage stood a fully awakened weapon. He stalked out of the room, large, firearms which looked over bearing gripped within his fists. The others stationed outside were quick to open fire. The bullets doing little but bouncing from his body before the weapon opened fire.

Muzzle flashes and booming shots drowned out the screams and splatter of gore across the hospital walls. He made his way to the first floor, each person he had come across... a .500 bullet ripped them to pieces.

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[Silver Eyes]

"HEY!" A woman's shout pierced the sounds of carnage and gunfire. The source was standing in the middle of a hallway where the lights were flickering on and off. The barrels of two guns were staring Subject 28 down, but despite their size, they still were dwarfed by his own weapons. That didn't seem to bother the woman in the least bit.

Some of the blood splatters quivered and quickly crawled to her, wrapped around her armor, and sank into her skin. He would hear what sounded like a sigh of relief. "A hospital? Really? Shouldn't you be shooting people at a police station or place of government? Only the sick and dying come here." And the vulnerable. They were the perfect snack and he was depleting her of her supply.

[cabageman]

He turned to face her. His disturbingly large firearms pointed in her direction. Eliminate. The discharge from his firearms were loud enough to deafen anything with an enhanced ability of hearing. The muzzle flashes were huge, just like the size of the slugs that spiraled from the cylinder at an alarming rate.

[Ira]

How dare they defile such a place in such a manner. How dare they come here to prey upon those who were sick and injured? To attack a place of caring and healing, a place of death and life itself. The usual smile which crossed the Jedi's lips was gone. The usual gentle breeze-like aura had changed greatly too. No longer was it simply a gentle breeze with a hint of warmth. Her aura blew into the main reception area of the first floor, the that gentle warmth changed ever so slightly, touching the intruders and causing a sweat to begin to bead across their foreheads.

Wakanda was disgusted with their actions as any healer would have been. As a couple turned and raised their weapons towards her, Wakanda showed them the door without issue and rather roughly. Through the Force she pulled them towards her and out across the street. They hit the buildings across the way roughly, their weapons though remained in the air near the togruta. She raised her hands and with movements of her fingers, the weapons were disassembled, the ammuntion falling to the floor. The parts of the guns remained in the air for a moment longer only to be crumpled as if they were nothing more than paper. They fell to the ground with a thud.

Sounds from the lower level only seemed to bleed and melt into the sounds which seemed to plague the entire building. They raised no further flags for the healer at the moment as so focused on the remaining rioters who remained on the level and within eye sight of her. Her words were simple, spoken clearly and sternly; "Please leave."

[Silver Eyes]

"Oh, son of a--" The woman sank into the ground as the bullets hailed where she once stood. While the gunfire continued to bellow out, she used this time to play the more crafty route. From underneath him, her hands slipped up, both holding onto armed explosive devices. She only had a few moments, so after setting them down as quietly as she could, she snapped her hands away and waited for results.

[cabageman]

There was a loud explosion. The flames engulfed the entire area before they were suddenly retracted into a small watermelon sized sphere before it dissipated. He stood there, unmoved.

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Command controls://

Mitochondria Awareness://... 50% Output
Earth Qualities Enabled?://... Y
Fire Qualities Enabled?://... Y

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The guns were pointed down at his sides and the triggers were pulled. Causing a huge crater that destroyed the tile.

[Ira]

The main reception area had been cleared with ease. Several had been thrown across the street in the same manner the first two were, their weapons disposed of in a similar manner. The others that remained were driven out through whispers which commanded them to leave. She looked around. Things were slightly more quiet. At least until she heard more shots. Where had that been from? Down stairs it seemed.

Why? Why did people have to do these things? Wakanda looked around. She needed to find a way to get down there and stop this senseless violence. She needed to find it quickly too. Curse not knowing the layout of this place at all. She set to looking about.

[Silver Eyes]

Let's see. How would a survivor describe being shot by one of those big-ass bullets? It boils down to a lot of cursing laced with comments about how much it hurt. And right now, Silver Eyes was yelling them at the top of her lungs after a few made their mark and detonated. Her body was able to repair itself, but the contamination from the silver made it much slower than usual. As blood dripped from her still open wounds, she quickly started to make her getaway. Gods, everywhere she went in this town there was someone who knew what they were doing and interfered with her hunting. First Sparda, then that Sebastian fellow and now this...freak with big guns.

Maybe instead of sticking around it would be best to vacate the area and seek another city to satisfy her hunger. In this town she was clearly way over her head, or someone upstairs was trying to push her out. Either way, it was time to go. Now. That man upstairs wasn't going to be her problem now so good riddens to him.

Silver raced out and didn't bother looking back as she shadow-hopped out of sight.

[cabageman]

Command controls:// Primary Command:// Proceed to Harker Industries. Secondary Passive Command:// Eliminate all hostiles.

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The blue text flashed on the lenses of his glasses. He walked towards the steps and up to the main floor of the hospital, approaching someone, or something...

[Sparda]

It would not take long for the weapon to meet another obstacle.

He had been in the area, commanding riot control on the frontline in assistance to the recently rallied and deployed Merjutsu Corps. The loss of Arix was a grave blow to the city, but they had no time to grieve, and Amilia was already shaping up to be a fine replacement. The devil had been on his way to the nearby hospital to help hold off the reported looters when he heard them - massive, thunderous gunshots, more like the peals of a great cannon than any man-portable weapon.

He entered from the roof, melding through the shadows to find a clear entry point, and swiftly cleared the building from the top down. So when the rampaging weapon reached the top of the stairs, waiting for him was a tall, velvet-clad figure with a pair of handguns raised.

"That you making this racket? I'd advise you to lay down your weapons."

[cabageman]

He looked up towards the white haired figure.

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Command controls://

Target Identification://...
...Sparda
Demon...S class
Age............Error

Threat Level:// Moderate
Activate Restraint release systems?…[Y/N]
…..
…Y

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Dopamine Receptor Levels:// 50%
Acetylcholine Receptor Levels:// 50%
Serotonin Receptor Levels:// 50%
Substance P Receptor Levels:// 10%


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Cardiovascular System Restraints:// Released
Sensory Perspective Restraints:// Released
Muscular System Restraints:// Released


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He raised his weapons and continued to advance. pulling the triggers of his guns and unleashing the massive .500 rounds.

[Sparda]

The gunshots were even more hellish up close, with nothing to buffer their unthinkable volume. Sparda had not taken lightly his estimates of the extreme caliber of those guns; so when a small, disc-shaped shield of magical energy burst into life in the path of each massive shell, they just about held under the devastating force of the impacts. Those bullets that didn't explode under the force fell to the floor, mangled and squashed.

Sparda's eyes narrowed very slightly. So that was the extent of their kinetic force... A smirk twisted the corner of his mouth, and his answer followed. What would sound outside like a single, singularly gargantuan explosion was in fact hundreds of gunshots ringing out in mere milliseconds as Luce and Ombra roared to life, filling the corridor with a storm of magically charged bullets all seeking to rip the marauding gunman to pieces.

[Ira]

Wakanda finally laid eyes upon the the released subject, at least for a moment. Then someone seemingly appeared before her. The togruta came to an abrupt halt behind Sparda, doing her best to stop before running into the demon. Needless to say, she was a bit confused. She stood on her toes to look over Sparda's shoulder though to see. It was when she looked over his shoulder though, Wakanda found herself looking down the barrels of the guns.

Her eyes widened at the sight. In a half second there was a faint flash of blue light as the Force wrapped around the togruta's body in a protective layer. Explosions and then more gun fire. Wakanda just stayed in her place.

What was wrong with these people?! Just going around shooting people without saying a thing.

What was going on exactly around here? She had seen Sparda about the town though to know that he seemed to do what was right. But still, such retaliation without even a bit of discussion seemed to be a bit of an over reaction. She sighed softly. She reached out through the Force, lightly speaking through it in hopes to be heard through a telepathic means.

'Are you certain such a reacshin es not a mistake? Ef you are sure, then I will assist you the best I can.'[/i] Wakanda's hand moved down and took hold of the saber hilt on her waist and pulled it from its usual spot. She took a step back and away from Sparda as she turned her hilt to face the proper way. She seemed unsure still, but there was no time to delay it seemed.

[cabageman]

There were two now... the cannon sized muzzle flare of his guns firing released five bullets each. One wouldn't think much, with just ten bullets fired however the sheer size of the bullets would be enough to meet the hailstorm head on, deflecting bullets here and there while his own .500 rounds were bounced around within the torrent, this action enabling more of the bullets to be knocked around, plunged into the concrete walls of the corridor, the tile floors... or even that random cart holding filled containers of oxygen that one of the deflected bullets just happened to hit.

Causing a large explosion.

[Sparda]

Well, this was familiar. A much larger shield of energy flared up into place spanning the corridor just in front of Sparda and his sudden companion. The shower of flaming debris, hurled in all directions by the explosion of the oxygen canisters, crashed audibly against the barrier but went no further. Only when it had all settled down did Sparda lower the shield.

"I don't care who he is," came his telepathic answer to Wakanda. He raised Luce again, her muzzle crackling with a searing charge of magical energy. "If he's indiscriminately attacking everything in his path, with weapons like that, he needs to be put down before he endangers the city."

He pulled the trigger, and a bolt of demonic force a whole foot across erupted from Luce's barrel, screaming down the corridor at 28. The sheer strength of the warping turbulence that surrounded it blew out the windows and tore chunks out of the wall and ceiling as it passed, bearing down on its target in an instant with the explosive power of a small bomb.