The crime of preventing destruction (Aizen/Jeager)

[aizen]

Aizen had officially made his choice. Going to area 11 had been nice, but work at home had called, and sadly, he had answered. He'd done loads of energy research, mostly involving Uranium-3XX, the energies of which he had nicknamed 'Getter'. It encouraged evolution in the simplest of things, but like all energy, too much of it, and there was terrible consequences. Consequences that would become all too apparent if the military ever got their hands on the weapon blueprints he'd created as an after thought. Honestly, if he had never let his mind wonder on such things, this wouldn't have to happen. All his research data was here in this facility, along with the Getter reactor - near limitless in its power, as long as you didn't drain it all at once. He had intended for the reactor to be installed into the main grid, and once enlarged, would've been able to supply a good part of the energy his land needed. Oh well, at least the radiation would destroy all the data stored here, and subsequently populate the facility with large amounts of flora afterwards. Enviromentally friendly doomsday weapon, who would've thought?
All he had to do was cause it to go into meltdown. His hand propped open the casing, the almost cliche big red button pressed by his thumbs seconds later.
He had about 10 minutes to leave, thankfully the jet was outside and- *KABOOM*
He rushed to the window, to see the jet up in flames. The colour of the smoke indicated plastic explosive. Great, looked like the military didn't want to lose their chance to gain a rival to FLEIJA. Not good. If they got up into his office overlooking the generator, they'd be able to release the control rods into the reactor - and avert the meltdown. Like hell he'd let that happen. He was tempted to wield one of the swords he had been found with as a child, but he knew such a weapon would prove almost completely ineffective in his hands, and opted for a pistol in his desk instead. He held the weapon in his hands - in truth having never fired one before - and raised it towards the door. When it cracked open slightly, he unloaded the entire clip into it, reloaded, and waited to see if anyone had survived that.

[jeager]

Jeager has just been briefed on the situation at hand, that there was a newly created superbomb and a team of 10 Commandos, counting him as well were selected in order to make an interceptive strike, specifically at the most dangerous individual as of the moment. The Vice Chief of Science, Aizen Hinamari. He was dressed up in his dress military uniform with the great coat, his cap, but underneath it is his combat suit. Armed with a rail submachine gun more likely very similar to Mac-10 in appearance with a large similar, but that's where the similarities end. The penetrating power of the gun is almost legendary, and so is the tight spread, recoil low thanks to the magnetism of the barrel, and bullets are quite sharp. He briefly filled out on a need-to-know-basis, therefore the commander of his operation is to be unknown as of now.

Having landed at airstrip as the chopper unstrings a rope to the ground, Jeager slides down first, as soon as his feet touch the ground, he sprints to the jet, sticking C-3 explosives underneath the jet, on it's belly, quite primitive in context to other explosives but quite versatile as well. Perfect for the job. Not deciding to wait for the rest of the slower team members who can't seem to keep up, the apathetic soldier brushed off his finger against the bright red button of the detonator he pulled out earlier from his pocket, resulting in the jet to explode as soon as he made a gap between himself and Aizen's escape vehicle.

Sprinting into the office building, having caught sight of the awe-stricken doctor from the window outside, he now knew of the floor he resided in. Speeding up the stairs, having left the team behind entirely, Jeager went up the stairs quite quickly until he was at the floor where the doctor was in. The door itself riddled with bullets along with a commando lying dead on the floor with no breath of life. Reeling back his leg, he slams the sole of his boot at the metallic door, knocking it off of it's hinges as he has displayed his military-like strength. With his rail submachine gun at hand, he lengthens the end of the barrel at the direction of Aizen, locked right at him as he slid to a metallic desk in the office, kicking it down as he used it for cover. During that slide, his finger firmly presses unto the trigger as the gun itself unloads a hail of bullets aligned at Aizen's chest in general.

[aizen]

Aizen heard the sound of leather boot versus steel hinges as the door came crashing down, the commando with a railgun aimed right at the scientist. Aizen jumped to the side, his lab coat clipped by bullets as the commando opened fire, both ducking behind tables they knocked down. Aizen however was not firing out shots as his enemy had been, and since what his enemy wielded was a pretty decent railgun - unlike his sidearm - its bullets shot through the thin metal like a knife cuts through warm butter.
"You must think you're on the side of justice mustn't you?" Aizen laughed, mocking the man on the otherside of the room, raising his gun slightly.
"Of course, thats what the military is all about - you're justice, just need genocide to bring out your will." He continued to laugh, to cover the sound of his own shuffling.
"But the thing is - you need individual people like me to make the weapons you need. And then theres the matter of 'what if I say no?'" He picked his target, and took aim.
"This is 'what' happens." He shot at one of his two swords, the force of the shot on one end sending it spinning off the desk, and across the floor. Another shot at the ceiling, to cut the lights. In the 10 second darkness that came, he jumped out of his hiding spot, grabbed the blade, and by the time the lights had come back on, he was already inches from his opponent, the sword swinging for his neck. And Aizen knew that even with his pathetic skill, the blade had gained enough momentum in his arms that even if he were shot right now, the weapon would continue towards the commando's neck.
"Getter is mine."

[jeager]

It was silent at first until it was broken by the traitor by the words of: "You must think you're on the side of justice mustn't you?" Justice? A word Jeager took a moment to contemplate on the meaning on his head. The quality of being righteous. Doubtful. "Of course, thats what the military is all about - you're justice, just need genocide to bring out your will." Words of a dying man coming out, knowing a cornered rat would try to avert attention in just about every way conceivable, just to save their lives. This rat is Aizen. "But the thing is - you need individual people like me to make the weapons you need. And then theres the matter of 'what if I say no?' This is 'what' happens." Aizen's monologue was met only with silence from Jeager and a bit of analytical outlook on the battle. During the entire time he took to speak, Jeager already loaded a fresh magazine unto the feed mechanism of the rail gun. The lights were off, nonetheless Jeager memorized every position in the room, especially that of the traitor's. During which, there was a scuffle, the sound that comes from sliding metal in the form of a 'shing', and several footsteps. More like a dash. Having heard of it, Jeager chooses to rely more on his sense of hearing than sight. Basing off of instincts, he side steps the blade attack inadvertently, having seen it thanks to the light that is shining off from the threshold of the door than the room itself. To which he lengthens his gun's barrel in the direction of Aizen's chest, pulling the trigger to let loose a wild flare of bullets run it's course at the mad scientist. "Getter is mine." Jeager apathetically shook his head at the statement. Slipping one hand off of the grip of the rail gun, he slides out his sword bayonet strapped to his belt, holding it in a downward motion as he skids to the side in a fluidic motion of dashing within a few steps.

[aizen]

Unfortunately for Aizen, his calculations had not included any military training his opponent might have, hence why he was caught unawares as bullet upon bullet was fired at him, whilst the one who pulled the trigger avoided Aizen's blade easily - which fell to the floor. The direction Aizen fell however, was changed by the incredible force of bullets shot out via an electromagnetic chamber, with him heading into his own Getter Reactor. He landed on the metal machine, its radiation already starting to leak out.
He stood upon it, and looked back up at his office, and sighed.
"Hoist by my own petard, eh?" He chuckled, before the smile turned to pain as various body parts of various species - including those that had yet to evolve - erupted from his body, which soon exploded from the stress.
Barely a minute into the countdown, that was another thing the scientist had miscalculated.

[jeager]

Letting his gun fall out of the motion of his hand, but held to his side thanks to the straps, he runs towards the edge of the spot Aizen fell off. Fierce eyes watching as the foolish scientist finally met his demise, something Jeager hasn't foreseen. Death by his own medicine, truly ironic but not the subject at hand. His painful death wasn't as prioritized as shutting off the reactors.

"Ratta-fucking-tat-tat." Jeager said, more of a symbolizing last word exchanged with the dying or moreso... dead, Aizen Hinamari. The scientist. Having killed him has left the soldier with a newer task; to disable that machine.

Sprinting off to the side, he decides to use what he has learnt on the briefing to disable the Getter Reactors. Quickly his fingers mash against the keyboard with eyes locked unto the the screen. Several commands typed up as the rods finally dip down into the reactor.

Jeager himself slightly contaminated with some of the scant radiation escaping from the Getter reactor. Nonetheless it was mostly on his coat, and very little on his skin.

Though finally as it were, he averted a disaster that could've claimed a very large amount of land and the precious Getter from the Chinese, the best alternative they have to match the FLEIJA. Pacing out with the countdown having been down to 0.01 second, but nonetheless stopped, he paced out of the room and down the stairs, to which just now the team marched up believing they were right on time, much to their disappointment.

The Major was victorious and has done a great duty on behalf of his nation.

[EXIT]

[Aloysius Drebbel]

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