8954/Complications

Complications
Date of Scene:	05 December 2021
Location:	Coast guard Impound dockyards, New Jersey
Synopsis:	When three interested parties go to look at one dumb boat, everything threatens to go wildly out of control. There are explosions, theres a russian dude, Theres shirtless Arthur Curry. It's amazing.
Cast of Characters:	Arthur Curry, Chizue Nakamura, Nikolas Kamarov

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Arthur Curry has posed:
    Ever since the high-tech smugglers lost two of their precious submarines, they had gone radio silent. And sonar silent as well. No further ripples beneath the waves, no more noise from the black market. Their services were no longer able to be procured and no longer were people seeking the items that they had offered.
    That... or they had changed venues.
    Whatever the reason may be, however, it left a bad taste in Arthur Curry's mouth. To leave something like this undone. Smelled too much like failure and that wasn't a thing that sat well with him.
    SHIELD had procured one of the submarines that he had seized. They took it off who knew where? But there was still the one at the impound that was accessible. Moreso by someone with Arthur's skillset.
    Which, at this point, involved him rising up out of the water with his hands grabbing onto the ladder. Slowly he rose up and brought himself into view on the docks, taking a glance around for guards or anyone that might hassle him. Not that he couldn't handle it, since he had something of a right to be there. More that he just didn't like dealing with people.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Anyone dealing tech anywhere near Haga-tech, immediately drew the eyes of the mysterious ninja clan. It's capture had made enough waves figuratively to rouse even their interest enough to pull Owari off her mission, and so she goes. Sliding in through the local cell network to get the lay of the land, before making physical entry to compromise the hardwired security systems for later study back in Japan. The databases of security footage would surely be a treasure trove of intelligence, but that wasn't the real prize.

    As silent as a shadow, she prowls between sightlines to bypass evidence lockers and seized yachts before coming to a rest on a gantry crane overhead. Slowly surveying the ship, and storing the hyper-spectral scans for later study. More immediately she scoured the hull for entry points and any clever surveillance wizardry SHIELD may have left behind to safeguard their prize.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Others are likewise having issues with surprisingly high tech submarines, though (for reasons totally not his fault), Winter has been assigned to find an intact example of the technology to examine, take pictures of, and perhaps bring back technical elements that can provide more clues for who is supplying the smugglers in question with their technology.

    Thus, Nikolas quietly leaps over the outer fence after arranging for the security cameras covering his approach to be either out or pointed the wrong way as he slips into the impound yard, clad in dark blues, his silvery hair hidden under a balaclava as a means of hiding his identity if he should be spotted. It covers his mouth, but leaves a strip clear over his eyes and the top of his nose and brows. His boots scrape quietly against the dockside tarmac as he glances around, searching for the vehicle in question.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    It was a long dark silhouette of a ship, black in color though a very dark black that seemed to drag light into its depth to make it seem like nothing more than an outline of shadow. There was no conning tower, no obvious break in the lines of its long curve save for at one place near the end which clearly had been damaged. An airlock door? Perhaps a porthole? Large enough for a man assuredly, but still had not been repaired save for a criss-cross of table and an aluminum barricade placed over it proclaiming, 'NO ENTRY - CRIME SCENE!'
    Yet as the ninja surveyed the area very little electronic signatures were present, though it did have some low level radiation. But what might draw her attention more could be the tall grim looking figure that was walking down the wooden slats of the pier. Large hands push that wild mane of his hair back, and when he come sinto view in the slice of light provided from one of the lamps hanging high...
    Well he definitely looks out of place.
    Boots, torn jeans, a soaking wet grey hoodie without a shirt. Those tattoos too, make him seem more like a roadie than a superhero. Would be hard to pin him down as one too if one didn't keep an eye on the sphere.
    So as the two operatives make their subtle approaches. Arthur Curry, Man of Atlantis? Not so subtle. Though distantly near the entrance to that pier is a minimal office with a security guard who may well take exception with /anyone's/ presence.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    A moment spent applying the epoxy anchor, before she applies a sleek jet black box onto the hanger, letting a length of black webbing unfurl with a simple loop fashioned on the end. Then well, it's time to get a move on, hooking a heel over the railing before letting herself dangle for a moment. Another moment spent surveying the perimeter, and ok company. Nikolas gets a lengthy study under that hyperspectral gaze, before her attention swivels around to lock onto Arthur.

    She makes the drop in absolute silence, hitting the dock and sliding back into the shadows as her optical camouflage comes alive and paints her into the background all but seemlessly in the dark of night. She was as worried about rogue third parties as she was a smuggler showing to scuttle the ship of course, but nobody ever said preserving technological supremacy was easy right?

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Arthur is making no real secret of his presence...making it sort of easy to spot the huge guy in the dripping wet hoodie near the submarine itself. Which, Winter can't help but feel may be a complication, considering he locates the submarine about the same time Arthur is getting to it. When he sees him, he still quietly, crouching down to watch for a moment, ice blue eyes tracking his movements.

    He probably would feel it's even a larger complication to have a cloaking ninja nearby, but he's not aware of Chizue presence at the moment. Though he's fine with just observing for a moment to try and get an idea of what the other guest is doing.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Near the security office, the guardsman can be seen flickering a flashlight to life for a brief moment, taking a quick scan of the area in front of him and toward the main gates where another guard is at the primary entrance. Neither seem to be onto anything or aware of the intrusions, but definitely operatives to steer cler of.
    Near the docks there's a faint 'thump-thump-thump' of Arthur's boots on the dock as he gets closer to the vehicle and then once he's close enough he pauses with hands on his hips. A glance to the side, expression severe as he eyeballs several of the crates of what must have been recovered and pulled off of the sub, at least in part. But the process clearly has not been finished.
    A few steps carry him that angle, nose crinkling with a hint of annoyance, whatever inner monologue he's having is a contentious thing as he scowls. Then only resolved when his eyebrows lifting as if conceding to himself that he has a point.
    For now he seems not aware of Chizue nor Nikolas' approach. Maybe the security guard but even that is up in the air.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    She moves slow so as not to outrun her cloak, giving it the maximum time necessary for the utmost in cloaked fidelity. Still she clears the dock swiftly enough, touching down onto the stern , before moving slowly up the vessel. Another glance offered over towards Art and Nikolas beyond, before she makes her move. Cloak deactivating into simple perfect matte black, as she slips forward to slice that caution tape with a wave of her hand and slither forward to sink into the heart of the sub. Hopefully, unnoticed by all of course.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Well. At least he's debating all the possible ways to approach. Whoever wet hoodie man is. Considering it's fairly cold and he doesn't seem too bothered or looking for somewhere to warm up, maybe swam in. Still a complication, but an acceptable one.

    Instead of approaching on the side Arthur is on, Nikolas moves off, trying to move around to the other side, then kicks off, floating quietly up to land atop the craft as he looks to see if there's a hatch on top...though he may just have to head to the main entrance....wait, was the tape cut before?

Arthur Curry has posed:
    As Arthur continues to poke and prod at the supplies that are left, he withdraws from within a stack of what seems to be four disks contained in a metal framework that has a hint of silver to the dark metal. A curious thing, relatively undamaged compared to much of the equipment that was salvaged, and also ornamented with a curious gem in the center of each disk.
    Casually he tosses the object onto one of the other crates only for a light to flicker in one of those gems and a resonant /clak!/ is heard.
    Likely loud enough for the stealth operatives to hear, but their attention might be seized by other sounds coming from within the vessel. It is Chizue, however, that has a front row seat to see in that main compartment of the submarine several panels slide away from the walls, revealing more metallic disks hooked into the wall only for them to light up, start whirling...
    And fly off their hooks as they stabilize in flight, looking like drones with no means of propulsion though their red gems flicker to life with some measure of menace.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
A mass of black night comes alive, hurling itself out of the hatch and rolling once..twice..thrice midair before winging something back into the hatchway it just launched out of. She hits the bow of the ship low and silent, staying still as a statue for just a second before she flips the switch. The hatchway erupting with a brilliant white light as a flashbang goes off, goodness knows if that'll do any good of course.

    Her helmet automatically floods with a lovely cocktail of chemicals and pure oxygen designed to extract peak performance, and with that stealth mode gets flipped over. She erupts in a wire work of neon colors, outlining that short waist length cloak and especially the mask. The digitized polygonal construct reads as a Tanuki even, complete with a pair of little red Xs where the eyes should be.

    The Ninja "Owari" has arrived, hold your applause until the end of the performance please.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Chizue comes sailing out in a whirl of black and colors and turns into a...raccoon.

    Nikolas is just processing this, blinking, before the flashbang goes off. While he's not in front of the hatch to catch the full blast, it's still loud as hell, pulling a startled. "BLYAT!" out of the Russian as he backs up.

    Then realizes he totally gave himself away there.

    "...blyaaaaat." he curses, sighing as he straightens up, eyeing the other two.

    But also the odd glowing disk on the box.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    It goes from near silence to an explosive cacophony as Owari makes that leap, landing and her uniform coming to life out of its stealth mode and into the more prominent display. Suddenly she draws the attention of Arthur, and perhaps even the guard down the end of the pier for a flashlight flickers on.
    A voice is heard, gruff and sharp as it says. "The hell?"
    Though if it's meant for the display of the ninja, or more to the fact that those metallic disks are coming to life and now trying to lift up and off even while stuck together with their metal frame, who is to say? The disks, however, get the immediate attention as he reaches over and tries to push them down onto the table only for one of those red gemstones to lance out with a pinpoint laser that /slices/ into his right arm.
    "Ow! The fuck!?" No longer caring about containment, he /crushes/ the quartet of disks causing debris to scatter onto the pier's surface.
    The flashbang goes off, then Nikolas perhaps makes himself known with that guttural curse. There's a moment, two... for the trio to get their bearings. Then in the next those disks come hurtling out from the interior and leap up into the sky, humming with power. Some seem to be paired, others a quartet, joined and still able to move, though they flash red lights across the area. Wide-beams, likely acquiring targets for the disks seem to square up around each of the three infiltrators.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Fight's on."Comes that digitized growl, and she's off like a shot. A hop skip and a jump, she just barely makes the elevated dock. Hurling a fist full of orbs back into the sky behind her, before baseball sliding to a stop besides what scant cover is available. Each little grenade exploding in a lightless pop, that scatters a dense cloud of graphite strands, glass beads and lead flakes. Chaff, because of -course- a Cyberninja has chaff grenades.

    She offers a glance towards Arthur, and Nikolas as she reaches back under her short cloak, to produce a little rectangular mass of transparent plastic, aluminum and good old titanium. With a smooth motion the shape swings open, and pulls the thing into her shoulder. A folding suppressed, non-magnetic submachine gun. Obviously. "One of you two gentlemen want to keep the guards busy, so I can focus here?"

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Nikolas straightens up as he's surrounded by the odd disks...but doesn't look particularly bothered. More annoyed, from what you can see of his eyes. Also not particularly threatened by the gun. "Not it." he says in an accented voice, falling comfortably into a defensive stance as he glances at Arthur.

    Worth a try, he figures.

    "Also, dibs."

    Also worth a try.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Arthur, for the moment, is still giving the situation a once-over only to see Chizue let loose with those sensor-fouling spheres that are sent back to explode with a very faint paff-paff-paff, fouling whatever electronics may be on those drones that menace the docks. Some of the swirling disks pause and their sensors lash out again, red light trying to scan their locale once more and seeming to cause some hesitation. Though there are one or two that rush around the edges of the area and bring their small red lances of energy into place, slicing along the path that Chizue and Nikolas took.
    Arthur's answer at first is, "The fuck are you people?" Though another of those blasts slashes into him, cutting a furrow in his hoodie and making him scowl all the more before he points at the two of them, "We are talking about this later!"
    And suddenly he's moving, leaping forward to /crack/ one of the drones into the other with a punch that reduces each to debris.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Maybe she says something, who can even tell honestly? Owari rocks up onto her toes, leans way forward and everything gets wild. It's a thunderous buzzsaw roar, and an eruption of brilliant white strobing light as that little SMG dumps a hundred round magazine in a single well aimed stream she stitches across more than a few of the closest drones. It's enough to drive Owari back a few inches, despite whatever meta-material those ninja shoes are made of.

    The empty is discarded with a hollow little clatter, and without missing a beat everyone's favorite ninja reaches cooly under her short cloak to produce another magazine. Jacking the thing in and chopping the bolt back, as the empty magazine erupts in a tiny pillar of white hot flame because of -course- ninja magazines are also little bombs when empty. Why the hell wouldn't they be?

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Well, that definitely alerted the guards...and probably the nearby neighborhood, and possibly all of New York. The discs lash out with their red beams as he raises his arms to shield his face, slicing through the hoodie as they leave smoking fabric behind...though no smell of burnt flesh at least as he reaches behind him, pulling a 9mm as he snaps off a shot, picking off three of the discs like he's at a shooting range, then jumps down , trying to get out of the circle as he mentally increases his physical toughness, rerouting the power absorbed from the lasers inside himself.

    "Was gatling gun too subtle for you to bring?" he calls over to Chizue as the magazine erupts in white flame.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Distantly, a voice can be heard yelling, "Freeze!" As the flicker of a flashlight can be seen distantly behind them, dashing up the planks of the pier and trying to get to... whatever is going on during their shift. The guard has his regulation sidearm out and is holding it barrel up, not taking aim quite yet as he rolls on up on the scene.
    Yet the drones nor Arthur pay him no nevermind. At least so far, but the security guard... he recognizes the tall man.
    "Oh fuck it's you." Which doesn't sound too positive.
    Over his shoulder Arthur shouts, "Hey Darryl." Even as he /clocks/ another disk and sends it plummeting into the ocean with a bloop of impact into the water. He holds his arms up, shielding his face as more of the beams target him, now that he's the closest opponent. Each time a laser shoots out it's enough to earn an expletive from the Atlantean though is efforts aren't in vain. For each second he buys, Chizue and Nikolas are racking up the kills, sending drone after drone down into pieces, inoperative. Some of the gems shatter when certain parts of the disk are struck, other times they seem to simply lose power. But there are at least a dozen remaining, though thankfully the inside of the sub seems silent with no further lights within.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Don't be jealous, Moy Drug. Were they out of sixty year old Kalashnikovs?"See she even knows a little Russian, clearly best Ninja. Anyway Owari takes a sidestep, clearing her lane of fire before getting right back into it. Short controlled bursts now, raining hate downrange at hyper velocity. Augmented reality suite prioritizing targets for her, and well from there it's a simple act of just putting the pipper over the dot and pulling the trigger. Burps in twos and threes, until that coffin mag finally draws empty.

    The bolt hits with a hollow -THUNK- and a hiss, which announces it's time for Owari to hurl the little SMG towards the remaining disks before it erupts in a brilliant green flash raining little bits of burning plastic and charred titanium onto the water. From there, well there isn't another gun she simply fills her hands with neat slender little glass shuriken needles and lets them fly without hesitation.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Nikolas snorts in response to Chizue, flicking his eye over to the guard, who apparently knows the big guy, and that's keeping him distracted. He snaps off a few more shots, carefully picking the remaining discs out of the air, before the sleeve of his sweater catches fire, drawing another mutter from him as he brings his free hand down on it, just holding it in place rather than patting it out as it goes out immediately.

    As one of the discs flies closer, his left hand snaps out, snatching at it, little sparks snapping against his fingers as he drains its power supply until it's inert, then tucks it in the backpack he's wearing. There's one bit of a tech, at least.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    It doesn't take long for the three of them to put paid to the final bits of those drones. There's the sound of scattering parts hitting the ground, the splish-splash of some falling into the river, and a glassy tink whenever one of the gems remains intact. All told it's a fast fight and leaves Arthur standing there with a hoodie that is now looking like it was run through a blender with his skin underneath reddened severely but still intact.
    "Fuck's sake, that's the second time something like that happened." To be fair last time it was other mechanical oddities, but still, the principle is the same. Annoying security devices.
    "You guys done?!" Darryl shouts from his new position of cover some fifty feet away, his service weapon still drawn and held up as he peeks around from behind a lamp post. "What the hell was that?"
    No answers, however, are forthcoming for Darryl. Though it's in that moment, while taking off that ruined hoodie, that Arthur scowls and levels a look at both Nikolas and Chizue. His eyebrow is cocked warily as he looks between one... then the other. Then grudgingly says.
    "Decent work."

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Sloppy work, I'll have to roll back the wireless logs to see what triggered those things but it wasn't me."That mask flickering over into a, yeah ok that's a frown. Still she does take a knee to snag a few of the more complete looking disks, before reaching back to withdrawl a little black box which pops open and she dumps the disks into. "Clearly this tech is not being stored appropriately, which is sort've what I expected once SHIELD gets involved in anything."

    Finally rising to her full, well ok in present company she's positively pint sized but she's got a rad helmet so that helps right? She chances a glance back towards the guard, "You should make a call to the ONI or the DIA. It'll start a political shitfest, but they actually have the resources to handle something like this."

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    "Hmmm." Nikolas grunts, sighing as he reaches back to rub his neck...then realizes the back of his balaclava was burn off, his silvery hair having fallen partially free. Curiously not chopped off with the cloth at least. "Well. You have fun. I'm shy in crowds." he rumbles, shrugging his shoulders. Technically, he fulfilled his orders to bring examples of the submarine tech back. Wording of the order over the spirit, but eh. Hell if he's going to try and grab more and start an innocent now that security is fully aware and at least two people of unknown power are here too. Though apparently not SHIELD?

    Something for another time. He backs up towards an open area near the sub, giving a snappy if mocking salute, before he seems to leap backwards, trying to break everyone's line of sight on him as he doesn't come back to the ground, putting some of his stored energy into flight as he tries to rocket silently away before too many questions are asked.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Hey. Hey!" Arthur looks at Chizue and points at the raccoonish ninja as he says, "Are you /stealing/ things right in front of me?"
    There's a shake of his head as he says with a voice filled with incredulity, "Don't do that. The hell, man?"
    And with a rather casual manner he'll wander over and unless stopped well he'll take the stuff back, since really. Who ever heard of a ninja that would steal?!
    Though that doesn't stop Darryl from lifting his voice as well as he moves, gingerly, toward the group. "Mr. Curry, what's going on here?" Though he at least reholsters his pistol for now, seemingly figuring the worst has already happened for now.
    "Chill out," Arthur says as he looks sidelong toward the security officer, even as he shoots a second glance toward Nikolas. "Hold on up!"
    Though with two sneaks, that might be all the window they need to get away.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Of course I am."She returns, absolutely just as casually. Lifting the little rectangle up with one hand, and holding it out for a moment. Then well, all those fancy lights on her suit wink out and she vanishes except for the barest outline. Free hand dropping a fist full of tiny marbles which erupt in a flash of light and thick black smoke. See this is where Batman stole the smoke thing from, of course. She's quick of course, dashing not back but to one side, as she tries to make her break for that slip of webbing she left hanging.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Meanwhile, Nikolas continues his flying retreat. "Sorry can't hear you too far awaaaaaaay...." as he rapidly continues to accelerate away. Let's hope this is not a situation with a flying racoon or wet himbo man. Either way, he ain't stopping until Brooklyn!

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Her suit winks out and suddenly Arthur is speaking to... nobody? Mostly nobody, until there's that scattering of marbles hitting the floor creating that brust of a series of lights, then the rush of smoke that suddenly fouls the vision of those around. Poor Darryl kaff-kaffs as he staggers back waving a hand, yet he's having no luck finding the raccoon ninja either.
    "Seriously?" Arthur's voice can be heard in the cloud as he bites his lower lip as if containing that irritation that's threatening to burst, only to have his control slip as he scowls. "I can't stand ninjas."
    And as he says that he /slams/ a hand, palm flat, upon the surface of the pier. And though it does not strike anything other than the wooden board, around him the water /leaps/ up into the air, crashing forth, surging like an abrupt and severe wave that lashes out and ahead, blasting forth to crash all onto the pier, along its length, over the submarine, (around poor Darryl), and once it reaches its full height it suddenly cracks into ice as it freezes in mid-flight, creating what ideally would be a cage to stop the retreat of that sneaky ninja girl.
    If only it had been sent the other way she went instead of the way he expected her to go.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "I'm the first real one you ever met!"She offers, grinding to a halt as she slips that looped end around a carbineer on her chest plate. "Owari, Mr.Curry."She gives the line a sharp tug and for a split second the box she glued up there just falls off. A rare fizzle it may appear, until the rocket ignites and it orients itself before hurling upwards through the sky with a Ninja lashed far below. To call it a rough ride doesn't even begin to describe it, but well the thing rolls over and cuts the line right on time. Sending the Ninja in a high parabolic trajectory over the bay and off into the city beyond.

    A single ribbon chute is all it takes to slow her fall enough for her to hit the building top in a roll without breaking anything. Chute cut, she's off without a moment's hesitation. Diving off the building into the comforting camouflage of a cityscape.