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| Spamalot508 | Mar 30 2012, 01:11 PM Post #1 |
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Refugees. It was almost a shame that the galaxies downtrodden had washed up on the shores of New Durban. The beach was stunning and the resorts luxurious, and the population of disposed ruined it all. The boy walked by with his mother. Petra Novak was a doctor running a clinic, charging the wealthy so she could heal the poor. Or so she justified it. Mother and son, Robin, both had blond hair; although Petra did note that as he grew older Robins hair changed into a darker, dirtier, blond than her own. The two walked across the beach together seeing the destination up ahead. It was the New Durban Surf Life Savers club tent set up. Robin was on a team participating in the events. Between his activities with the club, being a member of a water polo team, and his rigorous school schedule he was a very busy boy. Petra patted him on the back and he set off towards the tent to meet with his friends. “Miss Novak.” A voice called from behind her. She turned and saw a young boy with dark hair running towards her. She smiled at him and waved noting the woman behind him. “Miss Novak!” he called again catching up to her at a jog. “Where is Robin?” he asked. “He’s over at the tent with the rest of the team.” Petra remarked. The boy took off running just as his caretaker finally caught up to him. “Chelsea.” She nodded at the woman. “Is Julians father going to be joining us today?” Julian was Robins best friend, the two were inseperable. The poor boys father rarely showed up to events. He was a good man, but his job kept him busy. “Actually yes.” Chelsea smiled. “My brother is attending a meeting, and then he’ll be on his way here.” “That’s great.” Petra said, “I’m sure it means a lot to Julian to have his father watching him.” The two women walked across the beach to a large parasol and set up fold out chairs under it sitting down and watching their boys. They were so tan from all the outdoor activity that Petra worried about development of a skin condition. Modern medicine reduced the risks obviously but still she was a worrier. The boys participated in the day’s events dragging each other out of the water and simulation resuscitation, running in the sand and grabbing posts driven into the ground and a variety of other events. A bikini clad Asari emerged from the water and both boys turned to ogle her for a brief moment before returning to their reverie. ….. It was cold, the air kept at a temperature of chill in the office. Darren frowned. It was a clear sign that the occupants were not originally from the planet as they hadn’t adapted to the warmer climate yet and insisted on a cool refreshing breeze. Frowning the man paced a bit tapping at the pistol under his loose fitting shirt. He wasn’t expecting trouble, but few ever did so it was better to be prepared. “Mr. Mori will see you two now.” Darren turned to his companion, a lawyer with unnaturally red hair. The two walked into the office where an aged Asian man was finishing eating his lunch. He was a lawyer, one of the defense attorneys local to the area. He represented the scum that Darren was so accustomed to catching. “Take a seat.” The man said through an mouth agape filled with noodles. Maria, the attorney, sat down. Slurping and swallowing he continued, “What can I do for you today detective?” he asked. “I need your client in bracelets.” Darren said plainly pacing around the office. “Which client is that?” the lawyer asked. Darren turned and starred daggers at him. “Sherman Wade.” The man was a drug dealer, selling red sand and other illicit substances to people. Recently while disputing with another dealer he shot a child through the chest, for Darren who has a son this had become personal. “Well if he calls me for anything I’ll tell him to turn himself in. You know I’m going to do that.” The man said scooping up some more noodles. “Not good enough.” Darren snapped. “Excuse me?” Mori replied his mouth stuffed with food a look of surprise on his face. He swallowed quickly. “We need him now.” The detective said with confidence. Maria interceded, “I think what Darren is trying to say is that perhaps as an officer of the court you could endeavor to…” “Oh Maria is being polite.” The officer interrupted. “She’s a member of your twisted little tribe so she’s putting it into your twisted little language.” Pausing he flicked a framed law degree with his finger knocking it over flat onto the table it was displayed. “Me? I wouldn’t wipe my ass with an Avalon lawyer.” He paused again, “no offense.” “Non taken.” Mori replied with an expression of confusion on his face. “I’m willing to let you rat fuckers promote perjury and blow smoke up a judges ass and jury tamper your balls off without losing a bit of my sunny disposition.” Lifting the law degree he examined it quickly before dropping back onto the table, “And fuck me if I don’t let you structure your cash in a briefcase fees either. That’s between you and the tax collector and neither one of you is anybody’s friend.” “I think what Darren is trying to say…” Maria didn’t finish before the officer interrupted again. “No what Darren is saying is that unless you want me to keep my nose close to your shit you need to throw me something when I need it and right now I need Wade behind bars.” “I don’t know where he is.” Mori replied. Darren smiled, “Well you represented him in his last three cases for selling Red Sand, I’m pretty sure you could find him if you wanted.” The lawyer looked over at the public prosecutor and exchanged a glance with her. “A child is dead Mori and he was there, he did it! He comes in this afternoon and takes the drug charge at least.” “Or what?” The lawyer said with a smug smirk on his face. Darren scowled, “Or we send tactical teams into his mommas house every day until there isn’t a fucking house left. And you get a target letter from the district attorney followed by subpoena’s for every account in your name and let’s see if all those cash deposits don’t match up with your recorded income.” “I’m hearing this from him.” Mori said to the states attorney present. “And I understand he is upset, emotional even. Am I hearing this from your office too.” Maria sat befuddled as both Darren and Mori stared at her. “You are.” She said finally. “I’ll see what I can do.” Mori replied. Darren didn’t wait for polite goodbyes and instead left the office slamming the door behind him. Maria followed quickly behind him. “Fuck you Darren! You didn’t tell me that was coming?” “He’ll bring the bastard in.” “He will if he can but that isn’t the point.” “No?” Darren said stopping in his tracks and turning on the woman. “Than what is the fucking point?” “He’s a god damned member of the bar association, an officer of the court. I can’t spend my time pissing on people who matter.” “Fuck you.” Darren said. “Another career in the balance. If only half of you didn’t want to be judges, didn’t want to partners in a fucking law firm you know what would happen? A guy like that would be fucking indicted and put behind bars! But no everyone stays friends!” Turning around he started walking away from the woman, “Everybody gets paid and everyone has a fucking future!” he yelled back storming down the street. Darren walked down the street. It was one of the poorer neighborhoods, often avoided by the sensible or the tourist but the quickest route to the beach and his son. He sighed to himself as he remarked upon the poverty of the area. A loud crack permeated the air causing him to turn prepared for any manner of villainy. Instead what he found was an innocent looking gamin. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. The child lifted up a stone and threw it again cracking open a nearby light. Darren stared at him, making eye contact. The boy picked up another rock and threw it again. The two stared each other down and Darren lifted up his shirt a bit to reveal the badge attached to his belt. The child picked up another stone. “You going to stop me?” he said as Darren walked towards him. “No.” Darren said leaning over and picking up a rock himself. He looked up at the lighted billboard the boy was pelting with rocks and threw his. The stone projectile landed just shy of one of the lights. “I don’t give a shit anymore.” He said finally. The kid threw his own stone glancing one of the lights, Darren threw another and missed again by a good half foot. “You kinda suck at this Copper.” He said causing Darren to crack a smile. Picking up a rock Darren softly passed it over to the boy. “I suppose I do.” He said. The two heard a stumbling and crashing in the alley adjacent to them. Darren looked and saw the stumbling figure and said, “Shit…” He grabbed the kid and pilled out his pistol aiming down the barrel. Now he understood why the communications had been blacked out. Now he understood the threat the colony was under. He needed to get to his station, in event of emergency that was the plan…. ….. At the beach Petra and Chelsea watched as the kids were taking pictures with a Salarian Surfer and asking him all sorts of questions. He was semi famous, being popular to those who enjoyed water sports. Robin and Julian both seemed excited enough to meet the alien. The serene scene was interrupted by the loud hum of engines. Several Alliance shuttles flew in low over the beach heading towards the city. Petra wondered what was going on as she saw more shuttles, higher in the air, approach and pass by. The city had been under a communications blackout for a week now. A problem with communications systems was preventing planetwise communications and the authorities insisted they were fixing it. Petra knew the truth; the colonial government had blacked out communications to avoid panic caused from news of the war. She didn’t however know how close the war with the reapers really was. They all had answers after a second wave of shuttles appeared overhead. A man with a megaphone stepped up onto the awards stage and got everyone’s attention. “The colonial governor has declared a state of emergency!” he said. “We have reports of…” A scream interrupted him. The crowd turned to see a sickly metallic creature in the guise of a man tearing into a poor woman. Others ran to try and rip it away from her and were quickly overcome by more of the monstrosities. The screaming multiplied as Petra looked across the beach and saw a horde of cybernetic creatures darting across the sands. Chorbin, the Salarian surfer, seeing the sight grabbed both of the boys by the wrist and started to run towards their mothers. The husks numbers were starting to thin as many stopped to kill or otherwise drag away their human victims. Explosions could be heard in the city where no doubt alliance forces were trying to contain the outbreak. The Salarian reached the childrens parents and stopped briefly to look over his shoulder, “we should go now.” He said in a rapid pace. The woman didn’t need to be told twice. One of the creatures was approaching them quickly. The group ran away from the water and towards the city proper. They arrived on a roadway only to see that the horror was repeating itself up there as well. “We need to get somewhere safe.” Petra said looking at Robin. The group went into an alley hoping that the enemy was stay on the main roads. No such luck, three husks approached the group slashing with their feral claws as they ran. Robin started to faintly glow blue. His mother had told him not to use his biotics except in an emergency, in order to hide from Cerberus it was prudent to hide his true abilities, this qualified. He pushed with a mass effect field and sent the creatures flying. “You’re a biotic?” The shivering and scared Julian replied. A pained expression crossed over Robins face. Biotics were often seen as outsiders and mistrusted by society. He didn’t want to lose his friend, “yeah….” The boy replied. “Cool….” Julian said in reply smacking his friend on the back and giving him a reassuring smile. “What else can you do?” Robin was about to open his mouth when his mother interrupted, “There will be time for showing off later.” He looked up at Chelsea, “We need to get out of here.” “The sector police station.” Chelsea said shocked by the biotic display. “Darren said if anything ever happened we should meet him there. He said it would be safe fortified.” A few seconds later it was decided, the group would go to the police station, and seek out safety. Robin has his reservations about the decision. It was tactically unwise to believe a well defended site would be safer as it would no doubt attract the enemy. He kept his thoughts to himself, it wasn’t for him to question orders Cerberus had designed him thus. ….. The urchin still in toe Darren looked across the street. The police station stood but there was little activity around it. Several of the Husks were dragging people away. He checked his heat sinks and realized glumly there was little he could do to help them now. “When I run, you follow.” He said towards the child who nodded back to him. After waiting a few seconds he yelled “Now!” and set off across the street and parking lot to the side door. He reached the door and put his back to it checking to see if any of the husks followed. The boy was a few seconds slower than him but didn’t manage to attract any of the creatures. An explosion from inside the city echoed through the streets. The door wasn’t locked. Darren opened it and walked into the station weapon drawn. He checked every corner as he walked through the halls. Carbon scoring, dents, holes, and the more obvious blood stains revealed the fighting that had taken place in the building. Even the creatures base intelligence knew that attacking the police station would help limit resistance. He cursed himself as thought that his family might have already been here, might have been a party to the slaughter. As he passed the holding cells he noted grimly that many of them had walls painted in blood. Visions of the horrors that had unfolded filled his mind. If he was to hold this position, give himself enough time to make sure he knew if his family had arrived or not he’d need more than just his service weapon. He approached a locked door and used his omnitool and pass codes to open it. The door opened revealing the armory. With little satisfaction he noted many of the thermal clips were missing along with a slew of weapons. No doubt other officers had a similar idea as him…. |
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| Drake | Mar 30 2012, 08:08 PM Post #2 |
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People fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer
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"What the hell Andy!" Akari yelled as she ran out the drive core, Andy a few other engineers were looking over the computers. "What the hell was that spike!" she growled, Andy turned around some of Akari's hair had been burnt off. He laughed some "Sorry about that we thought you said give it a try" he said to her scratching his head. Akari's eye twitched as she threw a wrench hitting Andy in the face with it. She growled going over to the intercom. The door to the engine room opened and Thomas walked in he looked around at the scene "So, how are things going?" he asked. Akari looked up at him "Well the damn thing is pretty much blown for the most part, we'll need some new equipment to get it fixed and even then it'll probably take a week" she looked down at the unconcious Andy "Two weeks" she corrected herself. Akari handed Thomas a datapad "This is what we need" she said. Thomas nodded and turned to walk out, he head over to the elevator, he was supposed to meet Livonze and Drake they were heading out for the equipment. ____ Drake watched Kate she had been working on the suit for about 3 days now. In fact maybe longer after getting the info from Saachez and the fire fight in Omega. He was shocked at all the shit they had been through in the last few weeks. The worse was being shot down by that thing. "You sure you're okay Kate?" Drake asked her, she hadn't really been speaking lately. In fact she had been really quiet. "Fine" She replied, Drake crossed his arms "Fine if you say so" he said to her about it. She obviously didn't want to talk about how that thing on Omega ended. "Heading out to get the equipment, how long till the suit is ready?" he asked. She looked over at him "It'll take a little longer, but you should be fine without for the time being" she assured him. Drake shrugged "If you say so" he said walking out the X.O. office, Drake walked over to the armory and grabbed his guns, he never went anywhere without them especially now that Cerberus was breathing down their throat. Drake stopped at the door seeing Thomas "So any good news?" He asked. Drake shook his head "No, the suit is still out of commission..." Drake said "Maybe its for the best" Thomas added "I mean that thing has Collector Tech in it, you seen the way it reacted when that Reaper shot at us, if you were actually in the suit, you'd be indoctrinated you know" he joked. "That ain't even remotely funny" Drake replied as he leaned against the wall waiting for Livonze. |
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| Livonze | Mar 30 2012, 08:18 PM Post #3 |
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I solve my problems at muzzle velocity...
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Livonze yawned as he walked out the main battery the damn thing was fried, they had fired the cannon way too many times in a single go. Not that it matter, they were still shot down on this planet which bothered Livonze to no end. If that really was a reaper that shot them why did it just leave this planet more importantly where was its friends. Whatever the case they were here and were going to be here till their engineers got the damn ship up and running again. Livonze stopped by one of the computers and started to look up the network, was no good it was like all signals were jammed. He was worried about Palaven before they crashed he was receiving updates about the attack, they were losing bad. Drake said that they were going to go help ASAP then hopefully join the fight to take back earth. But now that seemed like it wouldn't be happening. "Hope you guys are safe" Livonze said under his breath walking away from the computer. He grabbed his rifle and pistol before heading to the hanger to head out. He was to meet Drake and Thomas there they were going to get supplies to fix the ship. Livonze walked up seeing the two of them already there, Thomas teasing Drake over the armor. "Oh an indoctrinated Drake, how exactly would that be any different from regular Drake? I mean he already acts like a lunatic" Livonze joked as he climbed in the cab, they had stolen it from Omega and right now it was their base form of transportation. "I'll drive" Livonze said waiting for the two of them to get in. Edited by Livonze, Mar 30 2012, 08:19 PM.
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| mikdatv | Mar 30 2012, 09:57 PM Post #4 |
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I am the Very Model of a Scientist Salarian
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Sarfan finished the last weld on their brand new Disruptor Torpedo launcher. The device didn't have any torpedo's, but it hopefully would in the future. The device was mostly located within the starboard cargo hold against the foremost bulkhead. Only the very end of the launchers barrel penetrated the hull to the outside of the ship. Sarfan had spent the last 3 hours using scrap metal to make the device air tight so it didn't depressurize the ship when they went into space. Jack had done the two Mako canons himself the day before with a little help from Sar's cargo arm expertise. Those two turrets were mounted on flippable platforms in cargo bay one on the port side. Sar had to admit, it was pretty ingenious piece of engineering on Jack's part. At the flip of the switch in the cockpit, the platforms would flip 180 degrees so that the canons were no longer inside cargo bay one, but on the outside hull on the dorsal side of the ship. They could fire straight ahead or rotate and elevate to fire slightly below the ship, making them pretty decent ground support weapons. That was about all they were good for. No Mako canon would ever be very effective in ship to ship combat, but then again, they had the disruptor torpedo launcher for that. Sarfan decided to take a break. He pulled the welders mask off the outside of his suits helmet and stepped outside the ship. What greeted him was a horrifying sight for most people. 3 dock workers were getting mauled by 5 or more other dudes who looked like they were naked. Sar just shrugged it off and whispered "huh.... humans" to himself with a roll of the eyes and made his way to the aft of the ship to check the heat radiation problems. The 5 or more naked guys heard his little comment though and latched onto the new moving target. They charged. Sarfan wasn't going to have that kind of a day though, so he did what his instinct told him to do. In seconds his Firestorm was in his hands and he was laying down a stream of fire into the group with extreme prejudice. The smell of burning flesh, melting plastic and electrical fire filled the shipyard but it didn't bother Sar inside his sealed suit. As the husks crumpled in front of him, burning into chard husks of husks, Sar kicked one with his boot, rolling it over onto it's back so he could examine it. He'd scene a picture of one of these before, about the attack on earth and Palaven. It was a Reaper husk, and if they were here, that meant they were everywhere. Reapers didn't seem to do things half assed. Sar stepped over the scorched husk bodies and did the Volus version of running back to the ship. He didn't know how to fly the ship, but he knew how to drive a X3M Aircar. His first order of business was sealing the ship and powering it down. He was banking on the hope that the Husks wouldn't attack an empty, powered down ship. Once that was done, he ran to Jacks room and grabbed his gunbelt and rifle. Thus equipped, he ran to cargo bay three where they kept the Mustang and climbed into the drivers seat. The Ford Motor Company built X3M Aircar roared to life. Jack had spent most of the trip here painting it matte black and detailing a crimson red "Mustang" across the sides of it. He hit the button on the device duct taped to the roof of the aircar which opened up cargo bay 3's garage door type opening and he drove the vehicle out into the skies above the small shipyard facility. *30 minutes later across town in a New Durban Hospital* "How are you feeling Mr. Putter?" Doctor Nedry Zaius asked his patient. Jack was lying in the hospital bed looking down at his hands. There was no scarring from the procedure. "I'm feeling great doc. Are you sure this won't affect my condition?" The doctor placed a reassuring hand on Jack's shoulder. "If it would have effected or made your Myoclonic Epilepsy I would never have agreed to do the surgery." Jack flexed his hand a little, forming it into a fist and then stretching it out again. "Everything seems all systems go for me Doc, when can i check out?" Doctor Ned glanced at Jacks medical chart on his datapad, reviewing the information. Heuristic interface feedback implants rarely have complications but with your condition we'll make extra sure. We'll keep you here for a few more hours, check for signs of implant rejection and if your good to go we'll process you out." Jack nodded checking the clock on the wall. "Ok, thanks again Doc. I can't wait to give it a try." Ned smiled and patted Jack's shoulder again. "Just make sure the implants are fully synched with the interface before you go jumping Mass Relays." The two men shook hands. Doctor Zaius turned to walk out and Jack relaxed in his hospital bed. He loved living on the Maverick but the bed in his cabin left a lot to be desired. The hospital bed here by comparison was amazing. As Dr. Zaius walked out of the recovery room, a nurse pushed him back in and ran to the television. The holographic viewer fizzled into existence and the nurse quickly changed the channel to the local news. "Doctor, you need to see this." Ned turned around, slightly annoyed with the nurse for pushing him like that and telling him what to do. "Nurse, i have other patients to see, i don't have time to watch TV." She pointed to the viewer and turned her head back to him. "Just watch Doctor, you need to watch." Ned huffed and stood next to the nurse and looked at the television. Almost immediately his jaw dropped. The anchorwoman on the screen was saying something but the Doctor couldn't read the closed captioning fast enough to make sense of it. The images being shown over the anchorwoman's shoulder made it clear enough though. Mobs of people were in the streets running and shuffling and stumbling. Some were just standing around, others were wailing on others. It was a riot, a huge, massive riot. The images were undoubtedly broadcast from a news shuttle and the birds eye view showed just how massive the scale was. There was fighting everywhere. Police engaged in one intersection, surrounded by rioters while in other area's there were groups of people fleeing the mob. "turn it up." He said in almost a whisper. The nurse reached up and turned the volume on the TV up loud enough for them to hear. The anchorwoman became very clear. "You are being urged to stay in your home, barricade the entrances and wait for official instruction. Do not try to fight and do not interfere with police action that may be taking place near you. I repeat. The Reapers have arrived. Violence has filled the streets of New Durban. You are being urged to stay in your home, barricade the ....." The picture suddenly went dead as the broadcast stopped. "What the hell is going on?" Jack asked from his bed. "What do we do?" The nurse asked. Ned's mind was reeling from the news. How could this possibly be happening here. Avalon was peaceful. What would the Reapers want with beaches and night clubs? What were they going to do? What were they going to do? What were they going to to. What was HE going to do. Ned snapped and went into his surgery mode. There were no emotions, there were no worries, there were no weights on his mind, just the task at hand that needed to be dealt with. "Nurse, go down to the ER and tell them they have incoming. A shitload of incoming." He said to her. "Then get on the phone with all the other hopsitals and make sure they're aware of the situation as well. Once that's done, take up station in the ER, they're going to need as many bodies as possible down there." He told her with a forceful voice. She nodded in compliance. It was clear she was scared out of her wits, but the doctors level words and even, ordering voice helped her keep it together and she left the room to do what she had been told. The doctor pulled the sheet back from Jack's bed. "Mr. Putter, looks like we're checking you out later than expected. Please head up to the top floor in the laboratory wing and wait there." Jack shot out of bed. He felt a little dizzy at first but he forced himself through it and went to the door. "nuh uh Doc, your not keeping me here." the Doctor grabbed the back of Jack's hospital gown and pulled him back. "Mr. Putter, you don't have a choice. I can't let you go out there in this. Official instructions are for everyone to stay put until told otherwise." Suddenly the door was kicked in with a loud bang and Sarfan walked in, shotgun in hand. "Kill all son's of bitches *breath* thats my official instruction." he said, tossing Jack's gunbelt on the hospital bed. Edited by mikdatv, Mar 30 2012, 10:08 PM.
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| ProudAzrael | Apr 1 2012, 01:09 PM Post #5 |
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Post removed by ProudAzrael, doesn't mesh with the story.
Edited by ProudAzrael, Apr 5 2012, 03:55 PM.
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| Ringo | Apr 1 2012, 10:09 PM Post #6 |
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I prefer to call it "Percussive Maintenance"
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Ringo woke up, slumped over a steel table. His head was pounding, with pain pulsing along his temples in rhythm with his hearbeat. He tried to raise his hands to his head but was stopped when he realized his hands were cuffed behind his back. At that moment he started to remember his situation. He got into some trouble at his favorite bar. He seemed to recall a heated arguement over sports. The arguement rose to insults, which in turn led to fists being thrown, as well as a chair. His guess was that somebody there had called the cops to break up the violence. They placed Ringo in an interrogation room for some questions, when the officer talking to him was called away for some urgent matter. He looked up at the clock hanging off of the wall. He had been alone in the room for about 4 hours now. Rising to his feet, he could tell he was still feeling the effects of the alcohol as the ground absolutely refused to hold steady. His first course of action was to check the door. Of course, it was locked. He sighed. He wasn't expecting much, but he would've felt like a fool if he spent any more time here when the door was open. He noticed the large, wide mirror in the room and recognized it as a two-way mirror used in the observation rooms that are placed next door. Putting some genuine effort to keep straight, Ringo walked over to the mirror and placed his face against the glass in an effort to see anything on the other side of the window. In the darkness, he could barely see anything in the room that he could pick out as anything familiar. A glimpse of movement had caught his eye and he tried to focus more on the darkness. Suddenly, a strange corpselike creature with glowing wires sticking out of it's body ran up and slammed into the glass at full force, scaring Ringo onto the seat of his pants as he yelled in terrified surprise. He was thankful that the glass withstood the impact, but was still greatly alarmed by the monster at the othe side. Though he couldn't see it as well anymore, he could make out it's feint silhouette banging on the glass with it's hands. As he stared in horror, his voice rasped under his breath, "What the fuck is that thing?" |
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| Drake | Apr 2 2012, 05:06 AM Post #7 |
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People fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer
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Kate looked at the suit she had been staring at it for maybe 20 minutes, she couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. It was pissing her off "Damn stupid piece of shit!" She yelled pushing the suit off the table and slamming her fist on it. "Are you okay?" Leila asked standing in the doorway. Kate turned to look at her "I failed" she said. Leila walked over to her and put a cup of coffee on the table. "The suit, it nearly drove Drake crazy and killed him at the same time. I didn't expect, no I didn't calculate what would happen if the tech came that close to Reaper tech..." She said sitting down drinking the coffee. Leila looked at the suit on the floor. "You think its dangerous? I mean should we keep it on the ship if thats the case?" she asked drinking her coffee. "Drake says to keep it, we keep it..." Kate answered. "Yeah and what if he's not being himself?..." Leila asked looking at Kate who looked like she was short of answering. ____ "Just saying" Thomas said as the cab drove towards the town. "It wouldn't be too far fetched to believe that, I mean what if the Illusive Man did something weird to you guys when you were on the minute man station" he said holding his hands up and moving his fingers around. "He could implanted you and you'd never know" he continued. Drake looked at him "I mean really, you really want me to shoot you don't you?" He asked. Thomas laughed "Is that the Cerberus programing or something else there?" he said laughing. Rolling his eyes Drake looked out the window, his eyes widened at the sight. "Holy shit" Drake said seeing the Husk dragging people down the street and generally hell breaking loose in the city. "Great, are there any other towns near here that will have the parts, I don't know about you guys, but I'm generally tired of being shot at by reapers" Drake said. Thomas pulled up a map on his omni too "Sorry buddy this is the only place" he replied. Drake sighed squinting his eyes "Livonze takes us down over there" He pointed at a building "Lock and load guys and lets party" he said to the two of them pulling out his saber. |
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| Katarina | Apr 4 2012, 02:32 AM Post #8 |
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This isn't going to be pleasant... just make sure you scream nice and loud for me
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"Why did I take this job," was the thought coursing through Sharon Collin's head as she kept moving. She was armed, armored, survival skills that was a step above what most of the security guards in this place had, yet she still felt helpless. When she first joined the alliance army, they had promised teaching her marketable skills. What they didn't tell you that a very marketable skill was both knowing how to kill someone, and to keep someone from getting killed. When she had served her tour of duty, and decided to use those "marketable skills" in order to put money in her pocket and quickly became a mercenary. She could've been serving in one of the many conflicts tearing through the galaxy, but Sharon knew better. Second she got out of the there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she'd much rather be guarding some CEO or spoiled performer, and that's just where she was when, for her, all hell broke lose. The yelling, the fighting, the only thought going through her head was "just keep moving," "I didn't steal it I swear, why don't you believe me" Sharon was standing between the two sources of her misery, one was her boss, Nisreen, the spoiled performer that she had ended up in the payroll of. The other that just yelled was the reason that Nisreen's day of being pampered and treated on the resorts beaches were cut short. The asari singer had one of her necklaces that had been stashed with her belongings had gone missing. something valuable that she claimed was a heirloom but Sharon had her doubts. The Quarian, a waitress at the restraint serving the beaches, was the prime suspect. Apparently this place had a pickpocket problem, and Nisreen believes that she has the culprit, the Quarian didn't surrender the necklace, claiming that she never stole it. They had gotten a name out of her, Saeryn vas Rayya, but Nisreen was Unfortunately for Sharon, the security here didn't respond to their calls, and Nisreen demanded that Sharon escort the culprit to her manager. Nisreen was giving her an earful, the singer out for the blood of her suspect. They came to the restaurant, seeing none of the security personnel that they had seen on their way out of the resort several hours earlier. Nisreen forced her way into the back of the restaurant, despite some confused stares from staff. Nisreen followed her boss inside, the quarian dragging her feet in front of her, she wasn't going to run, or shouldn't. Something stood out to Sharon immediately, the kitchen was deserted, food was still out. When she heard Nisreen scream she immediately rushed forward, drawing her pistol. It was a carnifex, meant to be big and intimidating as possible. When she saw the blood on the floor, a clear trail leading to the storage rooms in the back of the kitchen. She knew that something was wrong, gently pushing Nisreen aside. The door slid open, and she could see the source of the blood trail, it's owner having been dragged into the room, several other of the kitchen staff joining him, he wasn't moving. But what else was in the room made her freeze, several husks stared back at her, her mind reeling with the notion of how they could have possibly gotten here? It all unfroze in an instant, the husks dropping their previous victims to lunge at her, Sharon's pistol firing and Nisreen screaming. The carnifex tore pieces from them, efficient double taps were much harder due to the shock, but the three were quickly cut down. Nisreen didn't spend time staring at them, moving past her shocked boss, "We're leaving... now." Nisreen didn't move, still staring into the storage room. While normally respectful to the one not hesitant to dangle her paycheck infront of her, this wasn't the time, "I said we're moving NOW!" That seemed to snap Nisreen out of her spell, and they both headed towards the exit. Saeryn had snuck off, possibly hoping to avoid whatever punishment but Sharon saw her standing at the doorway, she immediately heard the screams from outside. There was more of them, lots more, apparently the ones in the storage room were just the very tip of the spear now tearing through the resort. Beautiful gardens trampled, glass smashed, people dragged away screaming, it was a vision of hell. Sharon turned back, "there has to be a back entrance," The quarian was immediately beside her, where mere minutes ago she was probably looking for any excuse to get away, "wait you can't just leave me here!" Sharon didn't give her a second glance, she gestured to the asari still wide eyed from what her vactaion had descended into, "The difference between you and her, is a very large paycheck." Sharon couldn't see her face, but still wasn't sure that she didn't seem happy about her response, she let out a grunt of frustration. Looking to Saeryn while not speaking loud enough to let Nisreen hear it, "So just don't get me or that paycheck killed ok?" She nodded nervously before following Sharon to the rear entrance of the kitchen, the door wasn't moving, not budging after shoving her shoulder against it. The blade produced from her omnitool fixed that, slicing through the lock before she opened it. Letting Nisreen and Saeryn stumble out into an alleyway and behind another group fleeing from the resort. |
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| mikdatv | Apr 4 2012, 08:03 AM Post #9 |
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“Mr. Putter, as your doctor I cannot let you leave this hospital.” Ned said to Jack as the pilot began putting on his gunbelt over his hospital gown. He hefted his sniper rifle and let the device extend out in his hand. Sarfan tapped the side of his shotgun and looked up at the doctor. “My shotgun here says *breath* that he can leave *breath* whenever he wants.” “Government says for people to stay indoors and wait for further instructions. I’m responsible for my patients and that’s just what we’re going to do.” Ned said to the both of them Jack grabbed the doctor by the collar and pulled him in close. “Doc, I’ve liked you up until this point. I know your just trying to cover your ass and do what’s best for your people but our relationship is hinged on your answer to the question I’m about to ask you.” The doctor stared Jack down, unafraid of any violence Jack might bestow upon him but genuinely worried about Jack’s safety. Jack let the doctor go and reached up to pinch the fabric of his hospital gown. “Where are my real clothes?” Jack asked. Ned pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. These two were dead set on leaving and Ned had other patients to worry about. He should have gone down to the ER to offer his assistance as soon as he’d heard the news. “Fine, I’m not going to press this issue when I have other patients to worry about.” He said. His omni-tool glowed as he pressed a few buttons on it. A glowing holographic orb sprang to life right next to him. “Follow my drone. He’ll guide you to your clothes. I need to get to the ER.” Jack nodded. “Thanks doc.” He said. He turned to his Volus partner. “You get here with the Mustang?” Sar nodded once in confirmation to the question. “It’s parked on the roof.” Ned stopped and returned his attention to the pair. “Wait, you two have an aircar?” Jack raised and eyebrow. “Yes.” He said cautiously. “We were going to go back to our ship.” Ned raised a hand to stop them. “I need to ask you a favor. You have an opportunity to be a big help to a lot of people.” Jack waved a hand dismissively at the doctor. “Doc, don’t worry. We aren’t going to leave you hanging. We’re going to grab our ship. We can fly it back here and help with evacuating the hospital. The Maverick can hold a lot more people than a four seater aircar.” Ned shook his head. “No, that’s not what I mean. I mean there are a lot of people out there in the city wounded and hurt or just plain lost. Our air ambulances are going to be real busy in the next few hours and so are our ground ambulances.” Realization sunk into both Jack and Sar simultaneously. The Volus was the first to speak however. “And you want us to run *breath* interference.” The doc nodded slightly, once, knowing that it was a lot to ask. Jack and Sar looked at one another. Both of them knew what the other was thinking. Jack wanted to help because he was just that kind of guy. Sar only wanted to help if they got something out of it. It was Jack who worked out a solution first. “Ok doc, we’ll help. But we’re loading all the medicine and supplies this hospital has too. You can use whatever you need to en-route to wherever we evacuate you to, but when you disembark, those supplies will be ours to do what we will with.” “Ok.” Doc Ned said. It was a no brainer really. The supplies wouldn’t do much good sitting in the hospital when the Reapers leveled it. At least this way they got out to where they could do some good and these Mercenaries got a fairly substantial payment for their good deeds. With Jack’s desire to help and Sarfan’s desire for profit fulfilled they exchanged omni-tool frequencies. “Instead of going to the ER I’ll head down to our dispatch office and keep you updated with information on ambulances that need assistance.” Jack nodded in agreement. “Sounds good. I’m going to go grab my clothes. If I’m going to save lives today, I want to do it wearing pants.” With that, the trio split up. Sar headed up to the roof to get the Mustang ready, Jack followed the drone to his clothes, and Ned took the elevator down to the garage where the dispatch office was. |
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| Spamalot508 | Apr 5 2012, 12:35 PM Post #10 |
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Petra stared at the newcomers. It didn’t matter to her who they were, but at the least they looked as if they could handle themselves. “We’re heaving to the police station.” She said staring. They didn’t have a say in where they were going, it was either the police station or out of the group. “It’s probably secure.” “No it is.” Chelsea replied. “That was the emergency plan. My brother is there.” She squeezed Julian tightly. There was a chance of course that the boys father had died already, but optimism went a long ways. “Right.” Petra said as she peered around the corner. A Quarian and a woman Petra recognized as a performer joined them, “Police station.” She reiterated giving the all clear sign. Robin shook his head and held his mother back getting a few queer looks from those around him. “Over there.” He said pointing and indicating a large heavy set man with tubes and other cybernetics. “Overwatch.” Petra didn’t know what overwatch was, but assumed it was something like a lookout. “If we move, we move quickly in small groups across to that alley over there.” He pointed so where an opening in the buildings formed. “Right we stay off the main roads.” “No.” Robin replied matter-of-factly in a whisper. “That’s a trap. In an alley there are fewer avenues of escape. We’ll be cut off.” “So we use short alleys to avoid detection and skirt the main roads keeping escape routes open?” Petra asked. The boy nodded. She turned and spoke louder for the others to hear, “We’re going to jump from alley to alley, we don’t want to get trapped in a choke point.” She stared with Robin who gave her a nod, before she realized it he was dashing across to the alley. She looked up, and noticed that the fatty husk had looked the other way. The nimble child was across the street before he turned again. He examined the alley before turning to face the husk. He was looking down at the road again. The woman pushed the surfer into the alley and watched as he dashed across. “Two at a time from now on.” Petra said as her son waved for another group to follow…. Darren walked about the police station. He had already duffled a number of weapons and thermal clips into a bag, replacing his standard service weapon with the M-5 he had favored and a Katana shotgun at his back in case. “Carry this kid.” He said to the urchin handing him the bag. “I’m not Kid.” The Urchin replied. He gave the older man a look like Medusa on the rag. He was a young spritely little thing, perhaps nine or ten years old. Darren remembered his son at that age. “I never caught your name.” he said finally. “Gavroche.” The boy replied. “Darren, Darren Fetcher.” The man replied raising a hand to shake the boys. The child took it and shook it with a bit of a weak grip. Darren opened his mouth to talk again when he hearda large noise coming from the interrogation room. He hadn’t searched the rooms when he did his initial walkthrough. His first thought was of the child, “Stay close.” He said walking down the hallway with his pistol drawn. Another bang permeated the air breaking the silence. The door to the room was closed and locked, but the door to the observation room on the other side was cracked slightly open. He approached it to see a husk slamming on the glass which was now beginning to crack. It raised its arms to strike and Darren fired his weapon putting a bullet through its head as its fist struck the glass causing the creature to fall through lifeless into the adjacent room. Darren swept through the room checking his corners before coming to the edge of the glass and staring down at the creature. It started to stir moving slightly so he shot it two more times to make the point. “Are you alright?” He said noticing the man in the corner. |
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