This is rifle, this is my gun. (open to angels)

[Raron]

Click.
A hush had fallen over the armory since the package had arrived, a reverent calm that bordered on worship. The box was a smooth black plastic labeled clearly that it was to only be opened in the presence of the armory chief. The armory chief was the one who had set up incense burners around the box as one of his staff went to find the crowbar. While the other armory staff still starred in wonder at the box the armory chief slowly caressed the box, mumbling sweet words and kissing the box side from time to time. In time the crowbar was brought to the armory chief and handed to him. With unusual boldness the bringer of the crowbar looked at his chief, undisputed ruler of the most powerful weapons room in the city.
The chief was only four foot five and the odd mixture of scales and body hair seemed to throw most off. It was tough to find a more obvious hybrid in the hourglass guild much less the entire city. His "mohawk" of hair that took the place of the full body fin on most eels was neatly trimmed, this took a while and the staff made him go to his room to do it because his "mohawk" went from the back of his head, down his tail, up the other side, and up to his chest. While they revered their leader they did not want to see him giving himself a haircut. Today over his flak jacket he was wearing a t-shirt with the pattern of a bulleye in the center that was in the vague shape of a furre, eleven tiny holes the size of 9mm bullet holes made a happyface in the bulleye.
"Sir... I mean Dimitri... what do you suppose they sent us?"
Dimitri looked up at the nervous young tiger who brought him his crowbar, and to the youngster relief he smiled.
"We will not know the name of these lucky ladies until we open the box."
He spoke with love in his eyes as he gazed upon the box. The tiger followed his gaze and swallowing he nodded.
"C'MON ON!! The contents are printed in that evolope attached to the side of the crate sir!"
Dimitri's gaze whipped to the side and gazed upon one of the newest members of the staff. He smiled but there was a hard look in his eyes.
"What, you mean just open the evolope? Just look inside? Read what they are and sort them? Do you want me to treat them as just things? Just objects?"
The young furre began to shrink under his gaze.
"The second you disrespect a weapon is the second you put yourself in risk. These lovely ladies have the ability to do damage that our ancestors were unable to even DREAM of! These are dangerous objects and must be treated with respect. If you do not... then most likely we will find you one day laying in a puddle of yourself when you make a mistake at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong lady. Do you understand me?"
The furre nodded, it was obvious she felt about two inches tall. Dimitri continued the gaze and then happily shifted it back to the crate. He gently inserted the crowbar's end into the crate crack and pulled, his muscles while small were deceptivly strong and the top flew to the side. The watching staff held their breaths as he looked inside and reached his hands inside with the care of a doctor bringing a baby into the world, he held one of the weapons contained inside above his head. It was a weapon that was known as a "Rolling Thunder", a belt fed, fully automatic shotgun.
"SAY HELLO TO GERTRUDE!"
A cheer went up as the staff welcomed the new arrivals. One by one the new weapons were named and handed over to eager staff who would catalog them and service them.

[karanass]

Ospiec watched distantly from the door as dimitri opened each crate up. After he walked off from there he said to the eel/monkey cross. "i see that there are several new arrivals, but I came to ask you a question." He walked over to a cloth draped over a box. "Am I right in assuming that you recieved a weapon you later christened Mileena? And am I right in assuming that it was a thirty millimeter three barrel rotary assault rifle with a 400 round drum magazine? And, one last question, am I wrong to assume that it is no longer in your possession?"

He pulled the cloth off of the crate to reveal a black metal box with a palm scanner and a set of pneumatic bolts holding it closed. On it's side the letters PX-11043 Godslayer were stamped on it

[Raron]

The hybrid blinked as the Angel brought in Mileena, he gazed at the box, then at the surrounding staff, and then back at the box.
"Well that just can not be... because if that is Mileena then someone has not been communicating with their chief very well at all."
He looked over his shoulder and noticed several guilty faces.
"WELL?"
One of them started to open his mouth.
"Never mind... we will talk about this after we make sure she is alright and tuck her in for the night."
He tapped his chin with his right "foot" and put it back on the ground.
"Oh... one other thing..."
He walked over to the Angel.
"You mind telling me how one of my ladies got into your hands without it being brought to my attention. I don't let just anyone handle a lady of high class such as Mileena..."
His eyes were narrowed and his teeth bared, Dimitri did not enjoy suprises, expially ones involving his "ladies". Without taking his eyes off the furre he walked over to the crate and starting murring soft music as he moved his hand to the scanner and then his gaze fired over to the staff.
"WHAT ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR! I WANT AN INVENTORY IN MY HAND, UP TO DATE! AND I WANTED IT FIVE SECONDS AGO!!!"
The staff darted away and Dimitri placed his hand on the palm scanner.

[karanass]

"don't look at me,I didn't take it" Ospiec looked at the oblivious face of the head armorer. "Mileena's box has always been here, I just mean that her crate may be empty" He looked around the armory and got closer to Dimitri. "there have been reports of a red suit of powered armor with something similar to it in town, I'm saying that we may have a thief on the loose, and that he's taken it and given it to whoever owns the red armor"

As the staff ran around, he took a second to look at the bolts. Every singleone looked like it had been forced open. Ospiec knew how paranoid Dimitri was. Only someone with as much ore more strength as a Doberman could have forced those open. "Now, I wonder who could have done that?"

[light]

((Hope you don’t mind if I join you two, I’ve wanted to RP with you both for sometime!!!))

Jamie walked in with a brisk pace to her steps, firm in her destination. If she looked the least out of place, she would most likely be stopped, and she hated explaining herself. The girl doubted anyone recognized her; after all, she kept to herself, and rarely wandered the armory hall. Though she had no aversion to others using weapons, she herself felt both slightly afraid and dubious of any gun’s power. Not to say she thought herself invincible, rather, she thought it silly to deal with the things if she only used her brains at work. Also, she had a healthy amount of a mix of fear and respect.

Sidestepping a few Fledglings who seemed to be in a terrible rush, Jamie finally made her way to the farthest wall. A sad yet triumphant feeling came over her as she stood straight and true in front of the famous Dwight Lucent portrait. Any mention of him always made her sad, for no apparent reason that she had confirmed as of yet. Though in the end, triumph and ambition gleamed in her eyes the purest. It had been weeks of agonizing leads and dead ends as she researched Dwight Lucent. He was certainly an elusive man. Not to say he had no mention whatsoever of him, rather, it became so much so, that it was hard to prove what was truth and what was false. But she was coming closer to the truth, she could feel it. What the truth would pertain, however, Jamie had yet to find out.

The assertive and calm girl turned on her Keyxi, snapped some photos of the portrait, and began surveying the room for more useful artifacts to preserve in her file. There she caught eye of the armory chief for a brief moment before nodding in respect towards him. This was an Angel, dedicated and loyal, she was proud of him. Not smiling, but loosening her face muscles in a relaxed set, she approached him politely. Though she did keep a proper distance from the two, so as not to eavesdrop, Jamie could not help but hear their conversation. Her ears lay back slightly to indicate her displeasure. She had also heard reports of the “red suit” that had been terrorizing the city. It made her mad, that people could just do what they wanted, and get away with it too. Events such as these were one of the many reasons she wanted to become a protector of the city, the people’s Angel…

[Raron]

(You are welcome to RP with us Light, been wanted to RP with you too.)
Dimitri looked at the locks. He ran his hand along their broken surface.
"Wasn't one of my people I can tell you that much, they would have thought to use tools to avoid damaging the weapon... there is no way one of mine would ever rip open a box and risk damaging a complicated weapon like that. They know better."
He caught eye with the apprentice angel and nodded back. He had met James a couple of times. He liked her, one of the Mercury Solution sniper rifles had the same name as her nickname. He recalled she did not find that as interesting as he did.
Dimitri's gaze was drawn back to the box as he opened it and gazed upon the foam form where the gun should lay... the space was a horrible sight for Dimitri, someone had stolen on of his ladies. His teeth flashed again in a hideous snarl.
"Who the hell does he think he is using one of my ladies without even asking me if he can use her.. I would have said no..."
He looked up at James as if she had always been in on the conversation, his look was highly annoyed but obviously not with her.
"IT IS THE PRINCLEPAL OF THE THING THOUGH!"
The fledglings continued working, used to their bosses rants.
He looked into the empty space again and then nodded grimly. His jaw set he looked up to a nearby fledgling.
"Sid!"
The tiger he refered to looked up at him.
"Prepare a G3 assortment of ladies with A ratings and an assortment of DU shells to fit."
The tiger's eyes widened. Dimitiri nodded in response to the tiger's unspoken question.
"Yes, you heard me right. The Archs wil get along here eventually for new equipment to take this red menace down and I want their new gear waiting for them... I will also bring out some of the ladies I brought into the world, this punk wants to play with my ladies... fine. I will let him play."
There was a bit of pure animalistic fury in the small hybrid's eyes. His gaze fell upon a large cabinet with a palm print scanner as the only decoration on it. It contained his best, most dangerous work. He had not had a chance to have those lovely ladies out on the field but he was looking foward to it.
Still looking at them he smiled and then looked at Sid again.
"Oh, and have the staff arm up. Whatever they want as long as the redundent safeties are running and they ask me first. I want all my ladies accounted for."
Sid's response was a salute and a large smile as he ran off to tell the others. Dimitri nodded with pride at him.
"He is gonna go places."
His eyes darted to the Intelligence officer's face.
"I am gonna need a report on my desk about this red suit. I wanna make sure I am not gonna overkill him or underkill him with the gear I am outfitting. Is that okay with you?"
His gaze then went back to Jamie.
"James, what can I do you for? Are you finally gonna take one of my girls out for a spin? I have this lovely little one that would be perfect for you, Betsy. She's a full to semi auto, duel clip, laser sighted machine pistol. Nice and light and easy to use. Not a high maintance girl at all."

[light]

Jamie gazed at him, not many people used her real name, but all the same, it felt right. How many people knew her real name? Obviously not many since everyone insisted on calling her Jamie. I wonder how he knows my name. The question was quickly followed by an answer when she remembered exploring every inch of the Sanctuary that was her home. It was hard to recall exactly, but she did remember talking the ears off of every Fledgling she met back then. The thought gave her a smile, but one she quickly erased from her expression. I must be as the unformed clay, ready to be molded by every touch from those who are my guides in life. Jamie gave a wearied sigh as she faithfully repeated the proverb to herself. Of course she was not a natural sissy, but she knew it would be better for her work if she was professional to her betters.

Jamie was shaken from her reverie as the box was opened. When she heard him gasp at the open box, she knew that there would be nothing to see but the sight of thievery. Her lavender, sharp eyes narrowed suspiciously at Ospiec. Something felt wrong. She ignored Dimitri’s roars of outrage as she observed the Intelligence officer like she would a suspect. Committing everything to memory, her eyes grew wider as she looked back on the conversation she had overheard, with pain-staking detail and concentration, Jamie’s doubt grew less. I have no proof. Carefully trying her best not to show her suspicion, she said, “Sir, permission to examine the box? I am nearly a Fledgling specializing in detective work, and I know the procedure.” Her words held no pride, but were calm with the knowledge of her skill. There was a reason she was the best. Jamie did not only commit every ounce of her being to her work, but was extremely passionate.

Right then, that passionate mind was working in frenzy, working every angle and motive. The only thing she knew of Ospiec was that he was relatively young Angel for his job security level. With a jump of insight, Jamie used her Keyxi, which was still on at the moment, and switched to heat-seeking mode. She nearly jumped out of her skin. Why in the world was he wearing that advanced tech? How had he gotten his hands on something like that from the Angels without causing some rumor to be spread? Stunned, she immediately snapped photos. Jamie’s ears were attentive as she waited for the armory chief to grant her permission. It was all she needed. If the emotionless Ospiec had his claws deep in all this shenanigans, she would find out…

[karanass]

Ospiec looked around the building. When he spotted the Keyxi, he He turned to face Jamie and said , "you're wondering about the suit aren't you?" He opened up his jacket to reveal a form fitting garment covered in plugs. "I work in signal intelligence, i developed this suit with help from Dimitri here, it lets me interface directly to any nearby computers, for example your Keyxi"

He turned around to Dimitri "By the way, didn't you rate Mileena as an S class weapon? Also I heard that you were working on a powered armorsuit similar to the red one that's been running amok." As he looked around he thought to himself they're so oblivious, after all, the pilot in that suit is my brother He asked Dimitri, "at the technology level we're seeing there have to have been at least 5 generations of similar tech behind it, now are there any systems like what i'm describing, because this can't be first generation technology, it's just too advanced."

[Raron]

Dimitri's attention kept on Jones as she seemed intent on Osipec.
“Sir, permission to examine the box? I am nearly a Fledgling specializing in detective work, and I know the procedure.”
He looked at her for a moment and blinked. His mind finally remerging from what ever corner it was in as Osipec was talking about his suit. Suit... he remembered now. A few linking of systems not unlike the Sniper Cannon X-325 not hard to whip up. No big deal.
He absentmindedly waved his hand to James, giving her the permission to examine the box. It was empty. The box was no longer importent to him in the least.
He thought about what the Raptor said and scratched his head as he mumbled.
"A suit... an armored suit..."
He reached up with his left foot which scratched his chin as his right hand scratched the top of his head.
"Armored suit... that I am working on..."
He thrust his tail down and balencing on it he shrugged with all four limbs.
"First I heard of it. I just make, repair, and supply guns. I am not an R&D man... except my own projects. None of that is classified or anything..."
He cups his hands over his mouth.
"YO! SUE!!!"
One of his staff peeked her head out of a box.
"YES SIR?"
"DO WE KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT AN ARMORED SUIT WE ARE MAKING?"
"SIR WOULD'T YOU KNOW THAT?"
"I AM CHECKING TO MAKE SURE I DID NOT FORGET DURING A TIME JUST BEFORE I GOT MY SLEEP REPLACEMENT SHOTS!"
"NO SIR! THIS WOULD BE THE FIRST TIME I WOULD HAVE HEARD OF IT!!"
"THANK YOU! BACK TO WORK WITH YOU!"
She saluted and ducked her head back into a box of grenades.
He turned back to the intelligence officer.
"There you go. No Armored suits here... no worries. We will blow up that one and make one from the pieces."
He nodded sagely.
"People always think you have to fight fire with fire... when they don't realize a swarm of army ants is more dangerous then a lion."
A angry flash gleamed in his eye.
"Red has no idea of the nest he just poked... or how venomous I can make the soldiers ants..."
A brief evil grin and he tilted back his head, his laugh echoing in the armory.
"MWHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha....ha...ha..."
He looked around.
"Dang... I did the laugh again didn't I?..."
He sighed and looked to James.
"Anything yet?"

[light]

((Sorry it's so short...))

Jamie raised an eyebrow at Ospiec, the perfect image of professional calm, but her blood was churning, rushing through her veins. It was like the chunks of ice that turned her blood cold with fear was melting as she felt the challenge in his gaze. What an ego. Jamie nearly smirked with the thrill of the adrenaline. She would rise to the challenge.

Breaking his intense gaze, Jamie reached into her trench-coat inner pocket. With a smooth gait that spoke of a deadly dancer, she pulled on a pair of shimmering gloves while making her way over to the box. Kneeling down a few feet away, she surveyed the box at all angles without touching it. Jamie snapped a few shots of it before edging closer. Carefully, as if handling a priceless artifact, she touched its sides. Slowly, while keeping her palms firmly flat on the rough surface, she moved them methodically up and down, touching every part of the box. Once in a while, the gloves would flash, and holding perfectly still, Jamie would murmur a phrase before continuing. She then gave the same treatment to both the inside and the bottom of the box. Satisfied, Jamie stood up in one fluid motion; it was time to finish the dance.

“I am very nearly done, sir. I just need both you and officer Ospiec’s prints before I can verify a few things.” Jamie held out her paws to them both, indicating that they were to hold them. On her paws, the shimmering gloves still gave off a sapphire and grey color, but the minute they touched it, the gloves would shimmer to a bloody ruby color, and then would wait for her password before committing both prints and DNA to its memory. Jamie waited, calm yet tense with the same knowing that a predator has before striking at its prey from the shadows…

[karanass]

((it's fine))

Ospiec looked at the gloves Jamie pulled out. All he said was, "I have no objection to this" he placed his hand on the palm of Jamie's hand. As he did he felt a tingle run along his hand and heat on his palm. As he did he looked at dimitri and asked. "But what if this lion is actually a hornet?" He showed the armorer a video of the suit dashing in midair with a long lance that was crackling with energy that arced out to the nearby buildings and left long singe marks. "this was taken a few hours ago, it shows that the actual height of the suit is only about twelve feet, the entirety of it's armaments seem to be anti infantry weapons, but that lance is what really scares me. It also seems to be moving fairly fast in this image, estimated top speed is 120 miles per hour with flight capabilities from the objects on it's back"

After a few seconds he looked at Jamie and asked, "is that all you require at the moment? Don't be afraid to let me know if anything else comes up," he thought to himself ha!, there's no evidence that they could use, I made sure of that He turned to face dimitri and said, "I'm not sure even all of this equipment may be enough, without guided rounds you'll have to be pretty crafty to catch this hornet without being stung in the ass"

[Raron]

Dmitri waved his hand.
"I have the utmost faith in the Angels who will handle this operation. A furre's psyce is not devoted to constant movement. Constant change of direction, constant defense and that is what he will need. For one mistake against the Furres I have checked on these weapons and it will be his last. I will admit this armor is... ingenious but there are fundamental flaws about a suit like that he might not have considered. Like the reason there are not thousands of them out there already... More moving parts, more things go wrong. Murphy's law has got it going on..."
He held one hand to his heart and began to sing.
"making life so iiiinterrestttinnng, Murphy's law has got it going all, cause all I hate is Murphy's lawww."
He blinked and looked around him before continuing.
"Arms, Legs, Pivots, Joints... that is alot to go wrong, alot to check on a daily basis, alot that one lucky bullet can send horrablly awry. Not to mention fast thrusters, guns... which while the Godslayer is an excellent weapon like all high speed machine guns it itself would take alot of preventive maintence and seeing as this machine is most likely a prototype it is more likely for a twister to go through a junkyard and randomly assemble a working automobile then for it to have no glitches, bugs, or downright not thought out things. Right now what he is doing is a field test of epic level. Every manuever has to be perfect or he will crash into buildings, cars, bridges, any of a thousand things that can slow him down. Plus every victim, every family member, every angel whose path he crosses will be looking for him... and the angel's will be armed by me. He is by himself on the battle field... realistically his chances are not very good at all."
He looked at the footage some more.
"I have to admit... I would love to have had a chance to outfit this thing. The weapons I could have made for it."
He sighed before he paused in thought.
"If he is linked with a larger organization he might be a problem, they could help him with exit plans, the works... If I were you I would look into it. That might give any hunting team great difficulties if they were lured into traps and the like."
Dimitri nodded sagely and then looked around realizing he had just yammered on for five minutes while the young fledgling was awaiting his prints. He took the gloves off all four hands and balencing on his tail he extended the hands.
"There ya go."

[light]

Jamie nearly drew back in revulsion to Ospiec’s paw, but held still with only a disapproving grimace on her muzzle. Something in her cried out against touching the man and it had nothing to do with him being a scratch. After all, who was she to talk? She had scratch written all over her, and most of her friends were scratches.

Even though the glove separated her from Ospiec, she almost convinced herself that she could feel cool, slimy scales that scraped against her hand. Her revulsion was nothing compared to the determination she felt about the case, however. Once the light returned from the bloody ruby color to the shimmering blue-grey, Jamie snatched back her paw, glad to be away from him. She refused to meet his eyes, to meet the mocking accusing look she imagined.

Trying to clear her mind, she focused on Dimitri’s little rant. It filled her with hope. If this man thought the Angels could prevail, and he had the facts, there was no need to fear any harm from officer Ospiec. Still, fear she did, and hated herself for it. Jamie was tough cookie, and pushed those thoughts to a later time, when there was time, and locked her eyes on the armory chief. She did not mock him for his passion, it echoed in her own blood, answering the dedication that he had put into it. Jamie nodded slightly in agreement with him, knowing she had his attention; then held out one of her hands farther. This seemed to help him remember her request. Once one of his hands met hers, the glove turned to its fiery color, and she murmured the code “Stolen Sanctuary” and let it scan. The glove soon was shimmering in its original color, and she put them in her inner coat pocket again.

Jamie smiled; she would win this battle, this twisted dance. “Thank you gentlemen, I should have everything I need at this point. The results will be processed shortly. If you will excuse me, I must hurry.” The girl gave the customary tiny bow that was given to superior ranks from the Apprentices, and started to make her way out. Almost there…

[Raron]

((K, you havn't posted so I am just gonna keep the ball rollin... rollin rollin keep that ball arolllin... RAWHIDE!))
Dimitri nodded to the departing fledgling when suddenly a perplexed expression crossed his face. He reached up with his foot and tapped the underside of his jaw in thought. He turned to the departing fledgling.
"James.... hold up."
He held out his right hand as if the mere gesture would stop her.
Putting his left hand on the floor and his fight foot he held the position and knuckled over to her at a suprisingly high speed. Reaching out with his right hand he tapped on her shoulder and then indicated the rest of the armory as he waggled his eyebrows and whispered.
"You know James... there are alot of other people's whose hands might have touched the box."
He nodded sagely as he spoke.
"I mean I do have quite a large staff. You might want to consider scanning their prints too... not that I would tell you how to do your job. I am not a detective, just a man who helps others put large holes in things."

[karanass]

Ospiec looked over at Jamie's disgusted face and asked,"what's wrong? I don't bite, much". His face went to a twisted snarl, his version of a toothy grin and pulled his hand back. Turning around to the armorer he played back part of the footage and paused a particular frame "By the way Dimitri, there seems to be a familiar marking on the shoulder of the suit, if James could analyze it I would appreciate it."

"However, even with the angels being armed by you Dimitri, I would still recommend the use of guided munitions against it. The speeds that it can reach would make standard rounds nearly useless. After all what use is the world's most powerful gun if you can't hit anything with it?"