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| Legionnaire | Aug 14 2011, 04:47 PM Post #1 |
Wasteland Warrior
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PROLOGUE The night cycle had begun, marked by the dimming of the Glow-Rods everywhere in the compound. The perpetual low hum of the turbines and the odourless air was accompanied by determined footfalls from four people marching along the Plasteel corridors; they came to a halt before another nondescript door bearing the markings “N-4”. It proved that these individuals were expected as the door opened up from the inside with barely an audible hiss of expelled pneumatic air. Inside in the gloom was a single man seated behind a desk; the Compuscreen illuminated his countenance, an older gentleman with a weary look dressed in the ubiquitous grey jumpsuit that everyone wore. He gestured to the four chairs in front of the desk, “Please, ladies and gentleman, sit.” They needed little prompting to do so and the three women and the single man amongst them put themselves in the very comfortable seats. The senior caressed his brow with a hand that was just ever so slightly trembling. “Thank you all for coming with so short notice, and at this point we are far beyond formality. I don’t need to remind you of your duties towards our Enclave, but a severe problem has come up.” He made a pause as if to gather his thoughts a bit more. One of the females, a slight and freckled woman made a start as if to say something but was silenced by the beckoning of the older man’s hand. “None of you are old enough to remember the time before, even I was but a lad when the world collapsed, but you all know that we have monitored the outside for a very long time now via our remote devices, Drones. Sadly, it has now come to the point where contact has been lost with our last remaining one; even the auto repair program seems unresponsive. Therefore we, the Council, have decided to send some of our Citizens out to gather information and if possible retrieve the unit and it’s Black Box.” He looked at the four whose faces displayed a wide range of emotions, including excitement, apprehension and determination. “Yes, you have been selected amongst all the Citizens to undertake this mission. You have of course the opportunity to decline, but in doing so it will cause further delays while we decide on a suitable replacement. Would you please be so kind to respond with a Yes or No to whether you will participate or not when your name is called?” The man glanced at the Compuscreen even though it was unnecessary; he knew all the information by heart. “Arja Kouvalainen, Medical Officer 1st Class, how do you plead?” “Yes Councilman Branting.” The woman with the defined jaw line nodded in his direction. “Sanne Mikkelsen, Technical Officer 1st Class, how do you plead?” “Yes, I will do it.” The slight and freckled woman responded. “Trine Haugland, Science Officer Specialist, how do you plead?” “Sounds fine by me.” Branting was met by a cool and level stare from the third female. “Klas Melander, Senior Security Officer, how do you plead?” “If this is what needs to be done, Councilman.” “Good, I’m glad that we’re all in agreement, now if you please will follow me for getting you equipped so we can get you on the road as soon as possible.” Branting stood up, just slightly hunched over but felt proud. He had gotten the expected responses without any hesitation from any of the candidates. Together they made their way through the almost deserted corridors, the bulk of the population was safely in their beds by now unaware of this historic moment. After a short walk they entered a door that was guarded by two heavily armed men and opened by a special card and code that only Branting knew, the door was labelled: “Air Lock. Restricted Area. Lethal Force In Operation.” The small room was dominated by a huge circular door in the far end and a staggering amount of equipment was laid out on the floor in neat rows, a quick glance saw that most of the items were identical but some items differed from kit to kit. From underwear and plasters to survival gear and small hand-held InfoSoles. The Enclaves Stores Manager was also present, a slightly rotund man with a receding hairline. Without further introductions he gained a nod from Councilman Branting and spoke. “Greetings you lucky sods!” The comment was said with good humour though, “for many a Citizen it’s become the Ultimate Dream to go outside and experience the World, but for a very long time it’s been inadvisably and on occasions directly hazardous to do so. You are the first to emerge in over 35 years!” Even though he wasn’t to be one of them, he was glad to be a vital part of this event. “So there has been nothing spared in preparing you for the journey. I have personally put together these kits and think that nothing has been overlooked. You are welcome to check it all over of course.” The quartet had already picked up some of the items and checked them over, some were well known to them but others they were clearly unfamiliar with. That was only expected as they had lived in a highly protected environment, but they lived up to all expectations in quickly familiarising themselves with the equipment. “Worth pointing out a few things here,” said the Stores Manager. “the Survival Suits you are going to wear is supposed to be used only during harsh conditions, they can withstand severe weather and temperatures, both hot and cold and radiation to a certain degree but when fully charged they can only last a maximum of 72 hrs. When the battery is depleted they will only become normal clothes.” He indicated the hooded one-piece suits. “Next up, because this is a highly dangerous assignment we are issuing you with the F.R.O.S.T. Assault Rifle and the S.K.A.R.E. sidearm. I realize none of you have had cause to shoot live ammunition, although you’ve all gone through ComSim. In short both weapons operate on the principle that you fill the ammunition container with regular water, snow and dirt can be used instead but is not recommended, and after 10 minutes it’s ready to use. Each AmmCon has the capacity for several hundred rounds in the AR and about 50 in the sidearm. The velocity and impact of the rounds are high enough to penetrate body armour and in the sidearm’s case, the equivalent of a large calibre handgun, like a .44 Magnum or .50, but with much less noise, recoil and no litter! After some time the bullet will melt away into water again.” The Stores Manager held up two compact and serious looking guns, one was a longarm and the other a handgun. “And lastly, because electronics can malfunction we’ve also provided you with the low-tech varieties of GPS, InfoComs etc. Namely, map, compass, pen, pencils and writing boards.” “When are we supposed to start, Councilman?” Melander asked from his crouching position whilst looking at the gear. “I mean, some of this I’ve never seen before and never handled so I’d like to have some time getting familiar with it first before heading out.” “Good point Melander, and what about transportation?” Inquired Mikkelsen. “We didn’t think that you just would take the gear and rush off without consideration,” Branting said with a slight smile. “therefore, we will allow three cycles for you to get to know each other and get used to the equipment. As for transportation, alas, none other than your own two feet I’m afraid. The simple reason is that our Enclave was never furnished with any vehicles. Best of luck to you all.” Branting stepped forward, shook each persons hand sincerely and left together with the Stores Manager. During the following three “days” the quartet mastered the use of every little piece of equipment, spurred on by the knowledge that the Enclave’s future was in their hands. On the third “day” they were once again gathered in the Air Lock, this time joined by Councilman Branting and their respective families, though none of the four had families of their own, they had parents and siblings. After a small ceremony broadcasted on the V-Screens all over the Enclave, they bade farewell to their families and got ready to meet the Unknown. The hiss from the huge circular door that led to the airlock separating the Enclave from the outside world signalled that it was time to go. When the four emerged on the other side they were met by hundreds, maybe thousands of new sensory impressions, scents, colours, sounds. For a few minutes they just stood there taking in the scenery, scarcely realising that when the door closed behind them all that was left was just another piece of rock-wall, making it impossible to find if you didn’t know it was there. The sky was an ashen grey colour with heavy clouds tinged almost orange at the edges, snow covered the ground as far as they could see, a bit disconcerting when they were used to find a limit of just a few hundred meters in their previous environment, here they could see for miles and miles! A bitter wind blew but thanks to the Survival Suits they were as comfortable as if they were indoors. “-26 degrees Celsius, windforce 37.4 Km/h, oxygen level very good, background radiation almost non-existent.” Haugland reported, reading from her InfoSole. “Let’s go and find that Drone then, I’m already missing my bed.” Said Kouvalainen in her pronounced Finnish accent, but no one thought that she actually was too serious. This was a unique opportunity and they all were excited to find out what was out there. I just had to get all of this "fluff" off my chest  , if all goes according to plan I can start playing the actual campaign in a week or two  . I'm currently waiting for a few Hasslefree minis (3 Druusch's and McKenzie b) and "The Bear" 4x4 Jeep from Antenocitis Workshop.By now I guess most of you know I tend to go on a bit with my BAT-reps and such, but that's because I a) have a vivid imagination, b) come from the RPG camp, done that for almost 25 years and c) it's so darn fun to me! |
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| mattblackgod | Aug 14 2011, 11:13 PM Post #2 |
Big boss warlord dude!
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Cooooool! I look forward to reading more. Keep it coming. |
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| dogmrian | Aug 15 2011, 01:12 AM Post #3 |
wastleland bard
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A) nice story B) more writing simply means more power to you |
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