Hisir Namedene
Doing their best to avoid being seen in broad daylight by any residents of the area, Hisir & company set out through the town in search of a secluded place to take refuge from prying eyes...
Zanzetkuken the Great
The elite soldier looks over and observes The Moderator and his opponent for a second. "Don't worry, he's being dealt with by a trained professional.
I'll admit you may have been able to make your way in here with impressively little effort, but if you do not start complying with our orders, there's no way you're going to make it out. Not with the both of you alive. Think about this rationally for a moment:
Do you have any idea how deep in the facility you are? How powerful this organization is? Even if one of you do miraculously manage to escape, there's not a single place on the planet that will allow you to hide from us for very long. You'd be labeled an enemy of the Canadian government, and following that, it would only be a matter of time before you were hunted down and eliminated. Your best option is simply to put down your weapons and start cooperating now, before the trouble you cause ends up nullifying whatever potential usefulness you have."
Just then, a booming shout (followed shortly by a loud crash) echoes throughout the room. The elite soldier immediately looks back toward The Moderator, and upon seeing that his comrade no longer has him under control, orders one of the surrounding squads to go and assist in subduing him.
The Moderator(s)
Sadly, before The Moderator can try anything, the soldier's fist strikes him square in the jaw. Much to the frustration of the soldier, however, the Chosen One appears remarkably unfazed by the blow. Looks like he underestimated The Moderator's ability to take a punch.
As his ever-determined foe prepares to strike him again, The Moderator conveniently recalls a certain potent technique he had briefly studied during one of his adventures to the far off world of Nirn, and feels positive that it would be the perfect solution to a problematic situation like his. His chances of actually being able to
preform the technique may be pitifully slim, but he can't afford to spend time worrying about that now. Finding a way to escape his current predicament is the top priority. And with great luck, this way just might be crazy enough to work...
The Moderator takes a deep breath, stares his opponent straight in the eyes, and shouts three ancient words of power at the top of his lungs. The resulting burst of pure, unrelenting force causes the soldier to fly several feet into the air, before crashing down onto one of the sturdy metal tables situated nearby...holy shit, it actually worked! As is to be expected, without any prior practice, the attack wasn't
quite as well executed as it could have been, and the sudden release of so much power has left the Chosen One feeling mildly disoriented. Of course, that hardly makes it any less of a badass accomplishment. (
+Badassery)
"Argh...fuck..." The soldier grunts as he struggles to sit up.
Other-ModeratorAs the soldiers' conversation with the pilot comes to an end, it becomes uncomfortably clear that they aren't too happy about whatever it is they've been told. A mere seconds go by, and before The Moderator is even sure of what has happened, there is an agitated soldier standing in front of him and a gun pointed at his head.
"I've just been informed that they're experiencing a bit of trouble back at base; apparently some mysterious figure wearing a suit of impenetrable armor and armed with a hyper-advanced blade of some sort bypassed all of the facility's early detection and defense systems by teleporting directly into one of Maple's high-security development departments, and is at this moment making an aggressive attempt to liberate your twin from our custody. If you can provide any insight at all into what the hell is going on over there, now would be a pretty damn good time to share it."