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[Completed]Terror in the Tundra
Topic Started: Aug 12 2017, 09:58 PM (581 Views)
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In the back of his head Spike must've realized he could have counted the days he'd spent in the snow as a kid on one hand, but it didn't translate as never having driven on snow and ice as an adult before. In fact, this still didn't occur until he started the journey to the southern mountains and ran off the slick road several times. Thankfully the snowbanks lining the lonely stretch of highway made soft enough barriers to avoid damaging his borrowed truck. Ironically, it was just shortly before he turned off the highway to off-road the rest of the way to his destination that the former taxi driver felt he had a good feel for the ice now.

The Federation had stated when Spike accepted this assignment that the base camp of the missing expedition in the area had fallen into disrepair, but he hadn't expected the elements to have reclaimed so much so quickly. Most of the metal perimeter fence was covered in thick sheets of accumulated snow and ice, to the point the main gate was starting to warp under the weight. The odd assortment of metal prefab buildings representing the motor pool, living quarters and laboratory weren't in better shape, especially with the latter's nearly caved in roof.

Spike had gotten reassured by the government that by this point his mission was recovering corpses and relevant research than finding survivors, so he took the time to shovel the roofs and melt the ice from the fences via flamethrower from the motor pool. He had no idea how long he'd be out here, so having a comfortable and functional base seemed top priority. Thankfully the expedition had brought more than enough food, clothes and fuel to support him for the foreseeable future, the large collection of movies, books and games were just icing on the cake.

On the second day at the base camp the hunter ventured out into with the motor pool's thankfully still functional remaining snowcat, sporting scavenged winter gear and funnily enough a down coat the same color as his beanie. Although, the coolness factor got lessened by requiring a second hat over his signature one to stay warm; an ugly gray Ushanka. Still, Spike was quite toasty in his borrowed garb and tracked vehicle, but still didn't find any sign of the expedition on the second day, or the next three either unfortunately.

By the sixth morning the search area had shrunken a great deal after all his efforts; however, his daily call to check in with his assigned handler from the Federation via CB radio didn't go well. The families of the missing expedition crew were getting anxious to have their loved one's bodies back and the government really wanted the documented progress they'd made. The latter Spike had already gathered up days ago from the lab in containers for the return trip, but he had no such good news for the former.

Oddly the handler accepted the news of failure pretty well, all things considered, but sending another hunter to help seemed a bit much. Arguing didn't get Spike far, and by the end he finished the conversation with a resigned sigh, figuring he wasn't to receive the full payment for this fiasco. The hunter continued to skulk about as he went about his daily grind of getting ready, grooming his new beard born from necessity and raiding the commissary for more cans of potted meat and vegetable soup for breakfast.

Although, the fact his unwanted backup would be arriving sometime in the day stopped Spike from going out in the wilderness like before, and instead to kick back in the lounge with his impromptu stew and a pot of coffee. There was no reason to freeze his ass off with company on the way, and besides, there were a lot of movies there he hadn't seen before.
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As the scenery changed from green to barren, and barren to frozen, Motto’s mental image of survivors wavered. Cold climates and snowy terrain were tricky to survive, but the missing crew had been equipped…right? It was still possible those guys were all alive somewhere and just waitin’ to be found or rescued or somethin’. Maybe this was all a simple misunderstanding and everything was fine.

‘Not when they call Hunters.’ He thought with grim uneasiness.

No matter. He’d find ‘em. Dead or alive, he’d track those guys down and get ‘em home. Hopefully alive. Icy landscape rushed past and his breath was visible as the logging truck rambled along the solitary road. Motto shoved his hands in the green puffy jacket and his sharp eyes constantly scanned the bleak horizon until the sky became a purplish blue. The sun was rising soon.

According to his map, he needed to head east to reach the camp. The jump from the truck was well-timed, and Motto landed exactly where he hoped: on a huge piled up mountain of snow only the largest industrial plows were capable of making. It was clear where the “maintained” road ended and the truly rural area began. Unfortunately the snow was no longer soft and powdery, and Motto met a wall of thick ice with a pained grunt before sliding down and landing in a dazed heap. No one saw so it was fine. Mostly. Standing up, he noticed a new tear in the crotch of his pants and hummed. Nothing he couldn’t fix later. The Hunter tromped eastward in the deep snow with a bright outlook and a heart full of determination. Everything was gonna turn out fine and soon everyone would be safe and sound.

An hour later he marched in the blinding white, but the Hunter’s vision was still good enough to avoid any serious trouble whether it was a sharp drop or a pissed off bear. Not that bears walked around pissed off. It mostly depended on whether or not they had eaten or not. Then again, bears tended to eat constantly. Motto’s ears were starting to sting and he felt the need to blink more often. A faint smell of smoke greeted his nose and the Hunter grinned. He’d reached the camp.

‘What if it’s the missing crew?’

Grunting at the thought, Motto broke into a run. The snow was getting harder, and his footfalls echoed in the endless stretch of white. Somethin’ shiny ahead. Maybe they made a little shelter? Wait. Motto’s pace slowed and his heart felt heavy. It was a big place. He could make out fencing and buildings and the gentle hum of a generator reached his ears. It wasn’t the missing crew. It was just the camp. Pushing his disappointment aside, Motto finished his trek with his head high and eyes still scanning the area.

Bang bang bang.

“HELLO?” The door opened easier than he thought, and a strong icy blast swirled in. Putting his hands on his hips, he grinned fiercely. This was the day they were gonna get found and saved. This was the day those dudes would be called “survivors” and not “missing”. Today, their families and girlfriends and dogs would get a phone call!!! Amber eyes fell on a dude with facial scruff. Motto smelled coffee and stew. Was that..”My Best Friend’s Wedding” on the big screen? His expression went from surprised, to confused, to offended. “………Wa-…...??” Motto swiveled to glance out the door. Nope this was the only frigid tundra camp in the region. He’d come to the right place. Hadn’t he?

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Having real, genuine downtime was not a luxury that Spike had been able to enjoy much in recent months. Besides taking a few days to rest his aching bones and minor injures, he'd been accepting missions or contracts back to back. This had proved great for his bank accounts, yet devastating to his social standing and personal projects. Even the hunter's sometimes exceptionally long travel times to locations were dominated by extensively studying the assignment dossiers, when he wasn't forced to operate the vehicle taking him there personally.

So, all in all, this outing to The Varangian Federation had been a blessing, despite the serious setbacks. Spike had been positively chipper when he'd carefully selected what movies he longed to see, even cheerfully humming when he sat back in a large recliner and using the remote to hit Play. His sunny disposition lasted all throughout the previews, only to suddenly dip into despair when he saw the movie's title: My Best Friend’s Wedding. A sneer quickly spread across the hunter's face as he cursed the bastard who had been careless enough to put this abomination inside the 'First Blood: Part III' box by mistake.

Spike just had to shake his head for a moment as he weighed his options, none of which were ideal. 1. He could sit here, tank the movie and eat his stew while it was still hot. 2. He could get up and search for his chosen movie, risking spoiling his breakfast and having to reheat it. After a minute of fierce internal debate, the hunter begrudgingly decided to go with the first option, angrily stuffing spoonfuls of the scorching meal into his mouth as he began to pick apart the cheesy plot.

At the pace he was going, Spike finished the stew in near record time. With the bowl cast aside, the hunter folded his arms and settled in to watch the rest of this train wreck of a chick flick. However, shortly after his eyes began to feel heavier with each passing awful plot point, until sleep finally fully overtook him. Spike's dreams that followed varied from the abstract to the lucid, but they were all pleasant overall. He was even still softly snoring when the door swung open and a voice rang out.

It was the frigid gust that glided in that actually roused Spike with a scream escaping his throat as he shot to his feet. He took a rushed step forward, only to slip on the empty 'First Blood: Part III' carton and land on his chest. The Hunter was breathing heavily with barely contained rage as he picked himself off the floor, keeping his eyes fixed and staring daggers at his assumed backup during the entire display.

"Close. the. damn. DOOR!" Spike stated calmly, only raising his voice for emphasis when another gale force wind blasted through the doorway. "Were you raised in a barn....?" He continued rhetorically under his breath, holding himself tightly as he quickly made for a nearby thick blanket. The numbness felt in his extremities prompted the hunter to carefully wrap himself within the toasty folds of fabric, before sitting on the end of a long couch and addressing the new arrival again with renewed calm.

"Hello. Who are you, and how much did the government tell you?"
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The other’s startled cry put Motto into a defensive stance. Knees bent and one leg slightly back, he watched the dude fall and get back to his feet. It looked like the guy was super pissed, and sure enough his tone confirmed it. With an awkward grunt, the Hunter pivoted and reached for the door. The muttered comment reached Motto’s sharp ears through the whistling din of arctic wind, causing raven eyebrows to lift. There was a barn on Whale Island, but he was only allowed in there a few times because the old man was always about the missing pitchfork. How did “My Best Friend’s Wedding” guy know about that???

The door latch fell neatly into place and Motto glanced back at the dude who was busy with a blanket. Shifting his feet a little, he wondered if it was ok to stay or if he was supposed to leave. The stranger’s question saved Motto from having to ask.

“…Hi.” A hesitant grin. “My name’s Motto. Brook. Motto Brook. From the Association.” Without thinking he reached up and unzipped the puffy green jacket, letting a bizzare amount of snow fall out as he did so. Oblivious, Motto continued while removing his jacket and hanging it on a hook before taking his signature wide stance with his hands on his hips, “They told me that there was a crew out here that went missing a week ago. No. Two weeks?” Scrunching his nose Motto scowled at the ceiling before snapping his fingers and pointing at the other. “An expedition! Yeah, anyway.. they went those guys found and somethin’ about research but mostly I’m here to find ‘em. You know. The dudes. Oh and I think that there’s a chance they’re still alive.”

Nodding to reinforce his comment, Motto walked up to the couch and seated himself fairly close to his new partner. His spirits were getting worked up again, and he spoke in a confidential, enthusiastic manner; moving his hands every now and then. “See, the way I figure it, they knew about the risks involved out here and they weren’t just average everyday people. You know? They have gear, dude. I’m thinkin’ they’re out there right now! What do you say bro? Let’s get out there and find ‘em!” Motto’s smile was bright, and his eyes shining. It was gonna be so cool to save lives and stuff like heros. But they kinda needed to hurry.

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The closing of the door did wonders to help raise Spike's body temp, but also served a more important role: it showed this guy could at least follow basis instructions. That was something good to learn before life and death came into play today; however, he still put 'possible compulsion issues' first in his mental dossier for the guy. The hunter retained a neutral expression as this Motto Brooks introduced himself, although somewhat flustered, only raising a confused eyebrow as the man let a sizable amount of snow fall from his jacket.

Spike opened his mouth to inquire if Motto actually walked to this camp, yet slowly closed it as the other man turned around to hang his garment against the wall. Ultimately, it didn't matter. Just another thing to add to Motto's ever growing dossier, this one being labeled 'Insane, but tough'. "Is that right....?" The hunter responded at the end of his new partner's recollection of the mission briefing. He wasn't sure if sarcasm would go over Motto's head, but couldn't think of how else to respond to the man's opinion on the expedition's status.

Spike didn't want to be an asshole here, it was just optimism like that could get them both killed out there. Mental images of Motto mistaking the wind across a crevasse as a cry for help and leading them both to a messy death at the bottom flashed through his mind. The thought of his own demise brought a deep shiver up the poor hunter's spine, incidentally just as Motto sat down close to him. Almost uncomfortably so in fact. Instinctively, Spike scooted further into the armrest pressing into his side, starting the beginning of a potentially bad cramp if maintained.

While Motto continued to bubble over with optimism and emote with his hands, Spike listened intently and nodded at the end of every other sentence. When his partner directed a question his way he pursed his lips in quiet contemplation for a few long moments. Being caustic or belittling in this situation seemed the most cathartic reply, but in the long run wasn't really helpful to this situation. Besides, they were both professionals, they could hash this out politely, like adults.

"They're all dead." Spike stated in a matter of fact tone, looking Motto square in the eye in a neutral expression as he did so. "It's good you brought up gear, because it just helps prove my point: they wouldn't have the supplies to survive this long without resupplying at some point. I've been here for six days, and still haven't found hide nor hair of them. Hell, I even looked for signs that they'd been eaten by something around here. Still, no luck." He added, letting out a deep sigh at the end after admitting his failure to basically his replacement.

"Either way, I'm...glad you're here. I've covered most of the area within fifty miles, but I haven't checked out the higher altitude mountains east of here. They're basically either there or buried under endless waves of snow at this point. I'm glad to have someone else to help with such a dangerous area, so thanks."
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“They’re all dead.”

Whoever that guy was, Motto was pretty sure he wasn’t being cruel..just honest. But the words felt like a slap regardless. The raven’s grin fell and he blinked several times to process the idea. No hope whatsoever. Did…that guy already find them? That would explain why he was so relaxed..he must have done while he was on his way, but Motto would’ve gotten a call, right?

At Spike’s mention of his time already spent without success, it started to take on a solid shape in Motto’s mind. It was really over. They didn’t make it. His eyes dimmed a little and shoulders sank during the remainder of the other’s explanation. The guy was a Hunter like him and had done his best already. He was right. They were all dead. For sure. It was a thing. Shit happens and people die and those guys died. Closing his eyes, Motto released his visions of rescueing and did his best to redefine his part.

He could still do right by their loved ones and represent the Association honorably. Motto personally didn’t mind the idea of his own dead body lying in an icy wasteland never to be found, but if there was a chance in hell that Runa was still alive somewhere, he’d wanna know. It was probably just as important to give those families some certainty. Spike’s final statement registered after an awkward silence.

Higher altitudes. East. Right.

Shaking his head, Motto’s eyes focused on the Hunter. He looked about his age, if not younger.. but smart. His way of talking was straightforward and the dude was probably awesome in general. Motto respected that and sat up straighter while nodding. A tight smile.

“Mm. Sure thing. I’m good to go whenever you are.” Standing, he ran a hand through his hair and glanced around. It seemed like a nice enough place. Real cozy and dry. And warm. Maybe he could let his boots dry off before going out again. It would be ok since he didn’t need to hurry. Because those guys were dead.

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Regret from sources other than dwelling on past mistakes or missed opportunities was an extremely rare thing for Spike, but something about reality checking Motto regarding the likely status of the expedition brought this feeling out in full force. If he had to guess, it was primarily how the other man just seem to 'deflate' under the brief bit of exposition. The hunter stood by his decision to do so for the sake of their well-being, yet deep down this felt like telling a young child flat-out that there was no Santa Claus.

Spike briefly had to look away from Motto's new morose expression so he could do the same without revealing his inner turmoil. He gnawed his lip as thoughts rushed through his head about how to fix this travesty of his own making.

"Oh..., alright." The hunter muttered to his partner, turning back towards him to face the man with a kinder expression this time. "You know, I was just thinking about it, and I think it would be possible for a few of them to still be alive. If they did make it to the summit of the mountains they could've taken shelter in some ancient ruins supposed to dot the landscape. The food would be long gone, but cannibalism or hunting some local predators could sustain several people. So....maybe you weren't too far off earlier. Who knows?"

Spike sported a bright smile as he rose from the couch and cast the blanket aside, his conscious no longer heavy with likely unfounded guilt. "OK, so we need to leave sooner rather than later, if we're gonna make the summit by nightfall. The temperature will be way too severe after sundown for us to survive long on the side of a mountain. We obviously will be spending the night up there, so we gotta pack heavy." He rambled off, going through his mental list of how he wanted this to go off without a hitch.

"Listen." The hunter began again after a pause, looking into Motto's eyes deeply. "I'll get the gear packed and ready if you want to warm up, get some more clothes or do what ever. None of this stuff is mine, so go nuts. The locker room is down the hall on the left, the kitchen is on the right. Meet me in the motor pool when your done, it's the door with the glass pane in it at the end of the hall."

With all that out-of-the-way, Spike walked past Motto and started making for the hallway, only to detour towards the pot of still piping hot coffee on the counter instead. "Oh, and let's try to meet up in less that an hour, we're burning daylight." He added, while clattering around inside a cabinet for a clean mug.
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Just as he hadn’t been prepared for the idea that there were no survivors, reverting back to the possibility was a bit jarring. With a look of complete wonder, Motto was lifted into a new mental zone with Spike’s every word. The transformation was visible as the raven’s posture shifted and his chest heaved. Hell, Motto’s aura was practically dancing. Cannibalism was totally possible and he’d even met a dude once that fed off his own arm!

Spike’s smile sealed the deal. Everything was going to be ok! They were gonna reach the summit and find those guys. Pack heavy and save ‘em! Blinking the new moisture away from his eyes, Motto grunted an affirmative as he was a little too overcome to form words. A pair of brown eyes connected with his, and Motto was pretty sure this guy was the real deal. He’d met a lot of Hunters, but this dude was … this dude was tough. Ready to pack up before his movie was done, and even taking time to explain things.. that was admirable. Maybe that guy had lost hope after six hard days, but here he was gearing up and makin’ plans.

Vaulting over the couch, he slid through the newly melted snow with ease towards Spike. “I won’t let you down!” Motto all but hollered, clamping a hand onto the Hunter’s arm. He bounced to the kitchen only to re-emerge with a mouthful of something on his way towards the locker room. Still chewing, Motto looked down at the gaping rip in his pants and hummed. A minute later Motto left the area with new set of thermals underneath a snug fitting pair of arctic overalls. His heart was pounding away as he zipped up the green puffy jacket and jammed a hat on. Glass pane. Motor pool.

Man he was pumped. At times like these, push-ups were in order. Dropping down, Motto began to knock out a series of exercises while visions of him and the other guy saving lives.
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Spike didn't have to be looking at Motto to know that his plan had been a full success, the other's man's tone was more than enough to tell. He sported a warm smirk as he happily poured himself a tall cup of coffee and carefully began metering out some sugar from a dispenser into the dark brew, when suddenly an arm clamped around his own. The hunter wasn't as startled as he was earlier with the door, being dead sleep and all, but it was enough for his hand to tilt slightly to one side.

Spike's small smile evaporated the second the few ounces of scalding hot liquid hit his hand and started rolling down his flesh, only resisting the urge to drop the mug with sheer willpower. However, as soon as Motto released him and sped off to do his own thing, he calmly took a few steps over to the sink and poured the rest down the drain. Remaining near expressionless, the hunter shifted all his aura to the hand in question, before crushing the cup with Kou and grinding it to ceramic dust in his fist.

His smirk returned somewhat after taking his frustration on something that was ultimately insignificant, letting him maintain morale after washing the dust off, then starting off for the motor pool. Unfortunately, Spike almost had Motto crash into him as the other man bolted from the kitchen to the locker room right as he was crossing. He could only shake his head in wonderment until he finally made in to the glass paned door and went beyond it.

Awaiting Spike like a loyal pet was the Snowcat dominating the floor space, its bright orange paint really adding a nice dash of color to the drab interior. Down the few steps that lead down to the floor proper was his blue coat and ugly ass grey hat, both of which his hastily put on once Motto barged into the area a moment later. The other man didn't immediately get touchy feely or invading his personal space, so he chose to remain silent and go about his own half of prepping for the journey.

Over the course of the next ten minutes the hunter loaded the backseat of the Snow cat with two huge backpacks full of food, medicine, lodging and a slew of other miscellaneous items in case of emergencies. Additionally, he added a few more packs of food and thermal blankets for if they did find some survivors. Lastly, he double checked all the emergency beacons and GPS markers for functionality.

"Hey, Motto!" Spike shouted, while standing in the open door of the driver's seat. "I guess you're ready to go. Also, you really shouldn't have wasted so much energy doing so many push ups, trust me we're gonna get plenty of exercise walking up the mountain. Get in." He continued, then settled down into the seat proper and shut the door. The hunter cranked the powerful machine awake with a turn of the keys, and just listened to the sweet idle of all that horsepower before doing the final check before leaving: the gauges.

A wide grin finally returned to Spike's face when the dash showed everything was in the green. The only variable to this assignment now was how being traps in close quarters with Motto would turn out.....

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“I got plenty of energy dude. Don’t worry.” A pair of amber eyes slid to accompany Motto’s knowing grin. He’d been sitting on a logging truck for hours not to mention the handful of taxis and airship. Oh and the subway. On a normal day the island man had a high level of output and all that sitting around thinking about saving snow scientists really pumped him up. He shut his door to punctuate things and settled into his seat. Did this thing have a tape player?

A glance at the controls told him no. But there was an FM radio. “This thing work?” He tapped the display and gave the knob a try before sitting upright and grinning at blinding light now pouring into the cab. As they rambled along over ice and snow, Motto took in the landscape with renewed focus. Every detail was important. The way of the tundra was something he hadn’t been exposed to previously, and Motto found the dry cold a bit unsettling. It was colder than the frigid atmospheres he’d experienced before. Nightfall was probably a seriously dangerous time up in those mountains. They’d probably be fine as long as they stuck together, and did regular checks for signs of frostbite.

Over icy fields and rocky soil the two men traveled, the raven glued to the window like he might spot his dead girlfriend at any moment. It was a thing Motto did to keep himself at his best, but putting Runa’s image out there like a carrot. It hurt, but it worked. As he scanned the dull frozen scenery, Motto asked, “Any girls? On the missing expedition. Any of ‘em female?”
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