The Fall of Leah

[Alavair "Zoidberg" Leah]

2058
Corridors
Onboard the Icarus

Alavair and the security team had taken up positions in the corridor, forcing the enemy to approach them down a relatively enclosed walkway. They would be exposed and easily picked off, and this was the only way they could get into the bridge. He had almost drifted off into thought when the first shots were fired, although his men began firing back, and within seconds the one man who had opened up on them had been taken down. Laughter could be heard echoing from down the corridor, something which chilled Alavair to the bone. It had been years since he had last felt fear, at least fear of this magnitude. Now, standing at the doorway to the almost empty bridge, he felt more afraid than he ever had in his life. Who could possibly be laughing about something like this? Drawing his favored sidearm (a desert eagle mark ix), Alavair cautiosly advanced up the corridor, motioning for everyone else to hold their positions. The corridor seemed longer than it ever had as he slowly moved down it, each step seeming to take ages. He felt a bead of sweat developing on his brow, bringing back memories of the time he had served overseas in the past.

As he rounded the final corner of the corridor that opened into a large room, he saw a lone man standing in the corner. He was unlike the typical Olympian soldiers that Alavair had encountered, and he instinctively knew the truth. This was one of their so called 'gods'. Alavair hadn't really had the pleasure of encountering many of them personally, although the man was unmistakeable. Broad shoulders, a muscular frame, and a maniacal grin told him that the man was someone to worry about, especially considering that he didn't seem concerned in the slightest by the sidearm now aimed at him. Racking his brain, Alavair tried to remember Greek dieties, although his memory seemed to escape him. "Identify yourself." The man made no effort to even move, the only sound his twisted laughter. Taking aim at the man's left shoulder, Alavair spoke again, this time as firmly as he could. "Identify yourself or I will fire. This is your last chance." Still, the man made no effort to reply. Knowing how tense the situation was, and what he was within his authority to do, Alavair fired one shot, placing the round just below the shoulder in the man's left arm. Now almost screaming, Alavair tried for a final time. "Identify yourself!" Even after all of this, the man said nothing, with only his laughter breaking the eery silence.

<Tag Ares>

[ooc: Renee and I decided to do this here, as it only really needs Al and Ares involved.]

[Ares]

2058
Computer Diagnostics
Icarus

There was plenty of time for the acquisition of information the ship’s diagnostics withheld. Certain files were obtained as the last of a small array of chips was placed safely in the inside pocket. ”That should do it” came quietly with a devious chuckle. A leather vest adorned with silver skulls accentuated the tightly fit charcoal attire. But this wasn’t any ordinary leather but a soft free-flowing fabric for the ease of movement. His weapon of choice was not a pathetic excuse for equipment the humans used. Ares wasn’t even keen on energy weapons, but his soldiers carried the best, designed by himself. No, his weapon of choice was more medieval, primal, but something that could easily be manuevered and made of almost indestructible metal found on a planet from another galaxy….a sword. It lie tucked inside the hardened leather casing strapped eliquoently on the back. It became a another part of the body to the God of War. Many enemies and potential enslaved warriors became victim to his third arm. He had his protective devices secured within the jeweled coils around each wrist and a couple of surprises that awaited anyone stupid enough to confront…….

Looks like I have a winner….

Ares turned at the sound of footsteps approaching. A smirk flourished across his lips. So far, this entire escapade had become rather a bore to a warrior who thrived on being in the action slaying its next triumphant victory. He stood there waiting, but nothing came. Why do these humans insist on sneaking around? Now, he was becoming agitated with the apparent lack of speed this human was making to get in the room where fate was waiting. Ares decided to lean against the wall crossing large bulky arms. Tilting his head slightly to side, his bored expression just waited for the new playmate to arrive.

When the man behind the footsteps finally waltzed in, Ares stood there amused. The uniforms these insignificant excuses for life chose were the most drab inconceivable pieces of material. A deep hardened chuckle wrang out as words sputed from the slug’s lips. ”Identify yourself”. A brow raised, but no expression came forth. Must be new around here. ”Identify yourself or I will fire. This is your last chance. Now his chest upheaved slightly and a grin came as though a good joke was heard. Arms remained crossed knowing the shield around him would ward off anything that little toy in the soldier’s arm could fire off. And it did. The shot was accurateonly slightly managing to penetrate the shield. The force of the shield, luckily for Ares, caused the bullet to ricochet from his arm to the floor with only a sratch to make its impression.Gotta love technology of the Gods.

”Identify yourself!

Ok, now it was becoming irritating. Rising from his resting spot, a finger traced slightly over the small wound. His head faintly turned acknowledging the whine of this child. Like a father would talk to his son but deeply sarcastic and maniacal, Ares rang. ”Nice shot pretty boy.” The soldier’s smile became even more irritating like a child opening presents at Christmas time. Still, Ares remained calm outwardly, making no attempt at approaching the man with the BB gun. Instead, his hand curled around the wrist turning the leather slightly. As though adjusting his attire, it appeared to be only such a movement. A ring, much like the skulls adorning the vest covered most of the middle finger past the knuckle engulfing the digit like a glove. The silver glimmered almost remnant of sunlight hitting metal. The sunken eyes shimmered a crimson aura. Ares didn’t even bother to look at the enemy, only the cold expression of a payback burned through his steel eyes. The finger raised as to show his gratitude for the wondrous greeting just received. But a beam of light shot from the metal orbs like a laser. The human was lucky his aim was only toward the hands handling the weapon and not his normal intended target, between the eyes.

”Good, now that I have your attention, maybe you’ll shut that trap of yours.”