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| Vrikk | Mar 21 2013, 02:20 PM Post #1 | ||
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OoC: Wow, it's been a while since I've done this. Free for anyone to join, if anyone finds it. Let it be known I have no plans for the story, so I'd be excited to watch it develop organically. Sirens wailed inexhaustibly within the sealed atmo-chamber of the Novera III research facility, notifying all who were still alive of the escape-in-progress; Something that held entirely no meaning to the average citizen of the United Colonies. Outside of the meticulously regulated terra-dome which encapsulated the small facility, there were only a handful of people aware of the existence of the hollowed-out asteroid which housed the Colonies' most heavily guarded government secrets. And some of them were about to get out. Particle beams, fizzing with sub-atomic energy, zipped past the brow of Marcus Nel. "Shit!" He ducked behind the florescent white wall of one of the research tables, and raised a hand to his head, his skin slightly singed from the heat of the energy beam. His perspiring palms wrapped themselves tight around the unfamiliar shape of the gun he carried, and he took a breath. He'd hardly ever laid eyes on one, but he'd witnessed an attempted escape some years before, and he knew the unfortunate function the device served. Desperately, he hoped this attempt to be more successful. Edited by Vrikk, Apr 13 2013, 08:01 AM.
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| Andromis | Mar 22 2013, 11:59 AM Post #2 | ||
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OOC-Just got on to read this, probably won't post 'till later, but I just had to be here to say...WHOOP! I will post here when I can. If anyone else wants to post, go ahead. <Flexible TS> YEAH RPR MOTHER TRUCKA! That is all. EDIT- moving on Vrikk, just to clarify, your character is one of the escaping prisoners right? BIC- In the central security complex of the facility, the only noise that could be heard was a low beep emanating from a flashing red light on one of the computer consoles. No one else talked. The security officers simply stood at attention, awaiting orders. A door opened as the brutish figure of William Howard, head security officer of the station. He walked over to the computer and silenced the alert as if it were no more than a snooze button on an alarm clock. Then he waved a hand at the rest of the team to follow him into the Hangar bay, the only entrance--or exit--into the mysterious asteroid. Will smiled as a large transport landed in the center of the hangar, and watched as hundreds of shining white boots marched out in rank and file. "Gentlemen!" Will called out "For the majority of your pathetic careers you have lived in comfort catching petty crooks and arresting men for paper cuts. And you are this sector's most distinguished police force, I will give you that. But up until now, the only real action any of you has seen has been in training exercises and classrooms. That is all about to change." The men stood unwavering. "Each and every one of you" continued Will "has signed a contract to be summoned in the event of, and I quote 'irregular duty,' should you be called to do so. You have all received extra training and extra pay compensation merely to wait for such instances. Well, now you're gonna earn it. Within this facility, which may I be clear does not exist, you will find some of the most dangerous men in the known Universe. We currently stand in their only way out. Do not let them escape, for I assure you, though this facility is vital to the survival of our government, the things that dwell inside those doors" he pointed to a large, heavy blast-proof gate "are indeed the antimatter to our society." He took half of the strike force, leaving half to guard the hangar, and marched deep into the bowels of the station, knowing that there was no such thing as a 'routine crackdown' within Asteroid R-6719. Edited by Andromis, Mar 23 2013, 02:48 PM.
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| Vrikk | Mar 24 2013, 08:30 PM Post #3 | ||
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OOC- Yes, my character is on of the escapees. Fantastic post, btw... I'm definitely a little rusty! BIC- Marcus slumped into a seated position behind the laboratory desk, and forced himself to slow his erratic breathing. In his twenty five years, he had never experienced fear like this. Granted, he carried out most of those years either inside a cell or on a lab table, but none of his daydreaming could have prepared him for what it'd be like on the other side of it all. On the other side of an actual weapon. One timid eye peered out from behind the counter, examining the lab he knew, and hated. It felt strange to laugh, but Marcus couldn't help but feel an odd comfort in the fact that the always-sterile surfaces of the room were no longer sparkling white. Now they were red. Stained with the blood of people in white coats, and people in blue jumpsuits. The same one Marcus wore. A laser bolt discharged from the security turret mounted in the ceiling corner. It left a blackened crater where it struck the edge of the desk, precisely where Marcus' head had just been. The rubber soles of his boots squealed as he lurched from his hiding place towards the a set of white double doors. They hissed as they opened for him, and he hurled himself through. Suddenly, Marcus found himself in a large room filled with unpowered computer equipment. A beautiful white light washed over the dim "red alert" lighting in the room, emanating from the wall opposite him. At least, he thought it was a wall. He moved toward it, captivated by it's beauty. He'd never encountered anything like it before. He placed a hand against the cold glass, peering out. He'd never seen stars. Pain rushed through Marcus' leg. He screamed, and fell to the ground, dropping the weapon he didn't know how to use. "Prisoner down," came the voice of a facility guard, muffled by his helmet. "Please advise." Marcus began to panic and crawled into a corner of the room, as far away from the gun barrel as possible. "Stay where you are," came the voice again. Without taking his eyes off the frightened prisoner, the guard held his finger to what appeared to be an earpiece. He listened to a wiry voice, and though the chatter wasn't within Marcus' hearing, he could guess what it said. The guard hefted his rifle into a firing position, and pointed it straight at Marcus' head. He took a few leveled steps towards the corner, closing in on his prisoner. Marcus closed his eyes. A crash. The sound of metal, tearing and bending and crunching. The prisoner reluctantly opened his eyes to find a large computer console where his captor had just been. Beneath it, blood pooled. As confused as he was terrified, Marcus jumped up, only to remind himself of the injury to his leg. As his shock began to subside, he glanced back towards the vista of stars beyond the viewport, where something caught his attention. A shape glided across it, closing in towards the facility. A transport, Marcus guessed. The same kind that brought in the facility's food and supplies. If there was a way out of the facility, it had to be where that was coming in. Marcus hobbled towards a hallway that looked like it might take him there. He paused in the archway, and turned to reexamine the scene that transpired. He wasn't entirely sure what happened. Perhaps a sudden gravity fluctuation caused the console to separate? Gravity hiccups had certainly occurred on the facility before, but Marcus never knew them to cause any destruction. At least not like this. Whatever happened, Marcus was glad that it did. Edited by Vrikk, Mar 24 2013, 08:39 PM.
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| Andromis | Mar 26 2013, 01:04 PM Post #4 | ||
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EDIT: OOC-I know I posted just a few days ago but I was excited since we haven't done this in so long. Don't feel rushed to reply, I know it's a lot to post every other day. Also sorry if it's a little long Also great post Vrikk! Adding to the mystery BIC- The explosion knocked Will flat on his back. His ears were ringing for a moment, and then he heard the loud scramblings of the police force. White shoes skidding on the polished black floor, rifles firing indiscriminately into darkness; confused and frantic shouting. Will sprung to his feet, calm with protocol. "Balls!" he yelled "someone mind telling me what just happened?" He could smell the familiar nitrate odor a poorly made bomb, and many of the lights had gone out in the corridor, meaning that something must have happened to the floor's generator. "Homemade prison bomb sir!" said one officer, firing into the dark hallway. "What about the lights? They just magically turn off?" "We don't know sir, they dimmed out just after the bomb hit." It was hard to hear over the calamity of rifle fire. "Everyone, hold fire!" Yelled Will. The shooting stopped. "We know they’re not behind us, so they gotta be down that way" he said, pointing deeper into the facility. Then he noticed a small office door to the side of the wide hallway. "You numbnuts form a phalanx five meters in front of that door." he said "I'll call up the boys down below and try to figure out what's going on." Will walked into the office. A body in a white lab coat laid slouched in a chair over a metal desk, blood dripping from its mouth. Ignoring the obscenity, Will flicked on a panel on the wall and read the status of the cell blocks below. Blocks A-C: no situation, Block D: breach, officers on scene, Blocks E-F: breach, no officers present, Block G: no situation, Block H: no data, likely breach in progress. Will and his team were currently in the main hallway from the facilities to the Hangar. The hallway ended in a central command station that branched out into eight subsections, Will knew nothing about what went on in any of them. All he knew was the floor plans of the rooms and that no one who was unauthorized should exit said rooms. He pressed a button to communicate with the central command station. "This is Lieutenant William Frost Howard, security report. Nothing but static in response "This is Will, anyone copy?" Nothing. Will returned to the hall. "Jukov!" he called to an officer. "Sir!" "We're moving in, take point." "Yes sir!" Despite his stoic appearance. Will was slightly worried about the security issues, if only slightly. For one, how did any of the prisoners get out? Protocol should have prevented such an incidence. As for the bomb, it was easy to understand how, once the prisoners had taken over any of the labs, they could have gotten the supplies to make explosives. But it was the report that worried him. How could there be no data on block H? A breach was understandable, but no data? The system should have at least some idea as to what was going on. It was all laziness, thought Will, people had gotten careless and made mistakes, and now he and his team had to mop things up. A shot rang out down the hall. Will crouched as the officers let off a volley. After a couple of rounds Will waved his hand to silence them. There was an overturned cart in the dim lit hall ahead, and Will didn't see a body. He called out in case the prisoner had survived. "That was quite a firecracker you made, boy! How about you come out? We'll get you a nice set of cuffs and promise not to blast ya' crazy, how's that sound?" "I'm not going back in there!" yelled a wavering voice. "Now come on, how about you come out where I can see you and we talk about this like adults." "Get out of my way!” he replied “I've got another bomb." Will sighed. "I don't care, the last one didn't kill anyone and this one won't make any more difference." There was silence for a few seconds, and then a shaky figure appeared from behind the cart. It was not a prisoner, but an officer. "Well what have we here?" gasped Will "falling on the job is a serious citation, you'll be court marshaled for this." "Destroy this place." said the man "destroy it while you still can." "Insubordination! Absolute insubordination! You're already in a whole heap of trouble. If you want me to give a more lenient description of your failure to command I suggest you tell me what's going on down there." "The cells" he said "they just, opened! Nobody did anything wrong, I swear. There we were, going through a routine day, and all of a sudden the prisoners are running free." The officer gulped "We didn't know why, and then...and then. I...I never knew what they were doing here, I just did my job. But now...I have to leave, you gotta get me out of here." "No one's leaving this facility until everything's under control." "Please! You come too! We all leave and blow up this hunk of rock and make off like it never existed because it officially doesn't. It could work! Please, I'm begging you! Do you know what goes on here? Do you?" "It's not my job to know" said Will. Then the rogue officer collapsed to the floor. Edited by Andromis, Mar 26 2013, 01:09 PM.
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| Vrikk | Apr 12 2013, 05:11 PM Post #5 | ||
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OOC - I hope I didn't ruin anything you might have had planned! Let me know, I'm open to change schtuff. BIC - The lights continued to flicker as Marcus peeled down the hallway towards what he hoped was the docking bay. A place where he could find transport; a way out of this Hell hole. As he ran, a stray thought pushed through from the back of his mind: He didn't know the first thing about how to operate a transport. A mental shrug followed, and he decided he'd deal with that issue when it arose. He occasionally came across a split hallway junction, with no obvious signs pointing towards the hangar. However, he tended to gravitate towards the outer wall of the facility in the hopes that might steal another glance at the stars. The only signs the facility did have meant absolutely nothing to Marcus, as they were simply letters, hanging arbitrarily at each junction. So far he had passed "E" and "F", and was now passing through section "G." It had been markedly quieter in his current section, though he could still hear the sounds of far-off explosions and laser-fire. Marcus' footfalls softened and he slowed as he came up to a large set of doors brandished with a bold "H". No light passed beyond the laboratory window adjacent to the entrance. Harkening back to his own lab's automated sentry turrets, Marcus decided it might be prudent to asses the situation on the other side before blundering through to the doors. He pressed himself against the thick glass and stood on his toes, attempting to pierce through the darkness that engulfed the room. His hands met the cold surface of the glass, and he squinted his eyes into the black. A flash of light, and Marcus let loose a cry as he fell from the window and onto the metal floor. A body lay propped against the opposite side, face-first, beads of crimson dripping from it. The rubber soles of Marcus' boots met the metal floor as he hastened to scoot himself as far from the window as possible. His back plummeted against the hallway wall, his chest rising and falling alarmingly fast. A few seconds pass, and the heavy breathing subsided, his heart began to beat at a normal pace once more. Marcus waited patiently for another flicker of light from the other side. When it came, he took a more diagnostic note of the body: It was wearing a lab coat. Therefore whatever was behind the door, whatever caused the doctor's gruesome death, must be his ally. As if on que, the doors to Block H swung open, seemingly on their own. Marcus leaned sideways in an attempt to see if there was anyone on the other side in range of the door's automatic sensor, but there was no one. With a timid sigh, Marcus lifted himself from the floor of the hallway, and creeped through the entrance. The doors snapped closed as soon as he was beyond them. Taking a few cautious steps forward, Marcus tried to take in his surroundings. With each flicker of florescent light, he grew more and more confused. The equipment and machinery in this lab looked wholly unfamiliar to him. In his lab, there'd been microscopes, delicate surgical equipment, and precision operating tables. Where he found himself now, looked more like a slaughterhouse: severed limbs suspended in fluid, prosthetic implants dangling with wiring, and instruments designed not for intricate cutting, but for gauging, burrowing, and chopping. Cold metal tightened around Marcus' neck in the dark. Panicking, he grasped for anything within his reach that he could use as a weapon, to no avail. Marcus silently cursed himself for forgetting the weapon he'd had with him earlier. Light flickered, and he caught sight of his assailant's face, if you could call it that. Not six inches away from him was what used to be the face of a man, now soddered and implanted with metal plates, sensors, guages. His arm, if Marcus had to guess, would likely be closer in description to a claw. The most disturbing part of him, though, was that he had no expression. What was left of his face seemed entirely calm. Even in the throws of suffocation, Marcus couldn't help but notice that the android's eyes were surveying him. Inhumanly fast. They scanned Marcus up and down, left and right. Until, with no sense of urgency, the metal grip released him. Marcus gasped for air as he fell to the floor. As afraid as he was, he knew now that the android meant him no harm. Not any longer, at least. "Do no worry. You are safe here." The android spoke with a tinny resemblance to a human. Marcus rose steadily. "How? How can we be safe?" And then it hit him. The door. This android had opened it for him. If he can do that, he must have remote access to the inter-workings of the nearby technology. The technology in sector "H", at least. "I have control of area blast doors. I have control of area defenses. I have disabled area surveillance, " the Android rapidly rattled off in accordance to Marcus' question. "I have deleted ALL outgoing data from Sector H." Edited by Vrikk, Apr 13 2013, 07:59 AM.
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| Andromis | Apr 23 2013, 02:58 PM Post #6 | ||
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OOC- Plans? hahaha! ...so no, no plans. BIC- "Block D, overrun sir, falling back." "Block E, holding, requesting backup." "Block F, requesting immedeate... Block D, calling for--" the signal cut out. "Block G, locked down, no apparent problem, returning to central command post." "Block E, we're overwhelmed, we need backup now...what's going on in this place? What are these things? Send help!" "Block D, unable to seal off doors, attempting to create defense, need additional forces." "Block G, on our way ba...what the...? Doors opened! Hostiles escaping, requesting backup!" "Block D, we can't hold much longer, taking heavy casualties!" Will stood in the epicenter of the asteroid. Nine tunnels spread out in every direction. Eight speakers surrounded him, each labeled A through H. Four of the speakers were calling for help that would not come, the rest were silent. Will stood still for a moment in shock, if only slightly so. Then he shook his head and took a controlled breath. He was not about to panic, he was never about to panic, he knew exactly what to do. "Harkner" he said to a man beside him "hydra protocol." "Yes sir!" The man saluted and punched a few keys on a nearby console. The doors to all blocks began to shut. Everyone who was on the other side of those doors would receive the highest honors, thought Will. They had all fought an outstanding fight. And indeed they had. After their encounter with the rogue officer, they had easily captured the central command chamber, and thereafter Will ordered four of the eight squads through tunnels D through G, not wanting to pierce the unknown tunnel H yet. But it was not enough force. Whatever was in this prison was powerful, strangely powerful. Will had started to wonder, an action his job did not allow. Then, a metallic screech erupted from each of the power operated doors as they grinded to a halt, leaving each door halfway open. Silence. No one dared even so much as breathe. “Harkner!” called Will “why aren’t those doors closed?” “Don’t know sir, I lost control. It’s like…something else is controlling them.” Will grunted “Alright, we can’t risk proliferation. Banneda, Mortimer, get out the explosives, if we can’t shut those doors we’ll cave ‘em in.” “Aye sir!” “Mr. Tals, radio back to…” Will was cut off by a horrific scream from tunnel E. Someone had kept those doors from closing, someone who wanted to escape. Now whatever was in those labs was on its way out. "Phalanx!” ordered Will “Squads One and Two phalanx position now! Mr. Tals, send word back to the hangar that we need more troops flown in." "No com sir." "Then run there yourself! Squads three and four, we don’t have time to set explosives, get out the rockets and blow the gates.” "Sir!" The men retrieved various weapons from a cargo truck they brought with them and formed a defensive position in front of the door back to the hangar. Then they waited. Each man held his breath and waited in complete silence. It was a calm that only comes from the time before a battle. A timeless period, with no certainty of past, present, or future. Then a wave of creatures erupted from tunnel E. Horrid creatures. Large multi-legged creatures, small rotting creatures; boorish wailing creatures ran out in erratic gallops with coughing screams. Squads one and two shot off rounds into the creatures. Multi-hued blood sprayed onto the floor. "Three! take out gate E now!" A soldier fired a rocket at the top of gate E. It hardly budged, the structure wasn't designed to give. "Aim for the rock, officer! the doors won't break, you gotta make the roof cave in over 'em." The soldier nodded and reloaded another rocket. Then the prisoners from the rest of the blocks, excepting H, erupted into the command center. All blocks had been breached now. It was a massacre. Will could barely make out what creatures came from where. Some were simply human prisoners, some were disfigured bodies, some were beasts; some were horrific machines leading a mechanized slaughter. Why they did not attack one another Will did not know, but either way, the police force had no chance. Officer after officer fell, each given a unique death at the hands of abominations Will would never forget. But Will was still not about to panic. He sprinted over to the munitions truck and grabbed an assault rifle, a grenade launcher, and as much ammo as he could carry. It was time to do his duty; it was time to make sacrifices. He grabbed an officer who was lying on the floor in panic; the boy had no chance of survival in here. “Son,” he said “you’re gonna make it out of here, don’t you worry, but I have a very important task for you.” The officer looked back at Will, stunned. “You’re gonna go back to the hangar, you’re gonna run there as fast as you can and you’re gonna tell them the situation and let them deal with it. You’ll tell them not to worry about us and that we’ve sealed all blocks off, does that all make sense.” The soldier looked at Will for a moment, dazed, and then gave a slow nod. “Good, now git goin’.” The soldier ran off towards the hangar, without the resolve to look back. When the boy had proceeded far enough down the tunnel, Will slipped five rounds into the grenade launcher and fired three shots into the celling, one after the other, until the path back to the hangar was completely sealed. He then turned to face the onslaught. He had done his job to the letter, one hundred percent containment. From here on out the only job was survival. OOC-sorry if it's a little long, a lot of dialogue though. |
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| Vrikk | Jun 6 2013, 04:14 PM Post #7 | ||
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::010100000110100001100001011100110110010100100000011001100110111101 1101010111001000101100001000000110001101101111011011010110110101100 10101101110011000110110010100101110:: The numbers cascaded through his mind far faster than he could have spoken their equivalent. In fact, speaking had become an action rendered utterly useless to him some time ago. Phase four, commence, the last remaining sliver of humanity translated. An unnecessary process, by any logical evaluation. However, no immediate action need be taken, for all of his redundant and unnecessary processes would ultimately come to an end. He'd soon rid himself of his idiotic organic programming entirely. With the sort of effort nearly forgotten to him, he hoisted his head above his shoulders, and cracked open his encrusted eyelids. It was near pitch black in his test chamber, an environmental condition in which the human eyes were wholly ineffective. By the dim light of the electrical equipment he considered himself to be a part of, he could see the aftermath of his plan: Phase one had ended the lives of those working on him directly, now they lay lifelessly strewn about the prison cell they'd created especially for him. Amusing, how this technological 'prison' had given him more freedom than any of them could have imagined. He took one last look into the black before dropping his head, switching his visual feed back to the hundreds of cameras about the station. The final phase would soon commence. "Un. . . nece. . . sarry," his cracked lips loosed into the darkness. The hollow beating of what once was Robert Chamberman's heart slowed, then stopped. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I have control of area blast doors. I have control of area defenses. I have disabled area surveillance. I have deleted ALL outgoing data from Sector H," the Android rapidly rattled off in accordance to Marcus' question. "So you're the one who took down security, then?" Marcus asked, glad to be piecing things together. "Negative." Marcus wore a puzzled look. "I guess all we need to worry about is getting out of here. Can you find us a way out -" He paused, realizing he had nothing to call his new ally. "What's you're name, anyway?" "Unknown. My memories were wiped at some point prior to my procedures." He may have now embodied more machine than man, though Marcus swore he had caught a pang of anguish on the portions of his face not housed in steel. "However, my makers called me H-09." "Nine," Marcus decided. "My name's Marcus." He extended a hand, though Nine did nothing but stare at it. "Alright, then. What do you say we just get out of he-" the blast door to laboratory H flung open, exposing them to the sound of gunfire echoing down the hallway, followed shortly by what seemed to be explosive rockets. "I thought you said you had control of all of this!" Nine spun with an inhuman quickness to a console positioned behind him, and hardwired himself into it through a port on his non-clawed hand. ". . .Negative. I no longer have control over Block H." With tremendous intensity, the android's body flung from the console, crashing violently to the tiled laboratory floor. Marcus stared down at him in silence, unaware of what had just happened. Cautiously, he approached Nine's body, inspecting it. It lay entirely still, save for a single, soft flashing light on his torso. "Well, I'll take that as a good sign." A red energy bolt whizzed past Marcus' head, and he instinctively flung himself onto the floor beside Nine. The blast came from a security turret on the other side of the lab, its barrel still trained at him. "Looks like it's time to go, buddy!" Marcus latched onto Nine's upper arm, dragging him backwards towards the doors to the lab, narrowly avoiding the continued blasts of energy from the turret. He heaved a great sigh as he rounded the corner into the hallway, and propped Nine's body up against the wall. He swung his head from side to side, down both ends of the hallway. "I'm definitely not going back the way I came," he trained his eyes on the long stretch of hallway opposite. It looked as though it lead towards the center of the station. Marcus bent down, hoisting Nine up to a standing position. Marcus grasped his waist and slung Nine's arm around his shoulder, propping him upright. He was surprisingly light. "Let's take a vote. I say, that way." Marcus glanced over at Nine. "Glad you agree." Edited by Vrikk, Feb 13 2014, 12:03 PM.
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| Andromis | Jun 16 2013, 01:28 PM Post #8 | ||
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The central room exuded two things, fear and indifferent slaughter. The lights went out almost immediately after the exit collapsed, but the room was by no means dark. Rifle flashes illuminated the darkness in the chaotic bloodshed. Deafening sounds sloshed back and forth between the walls, broken only when someone screamed loud enough to exceed the reports. It took every ounce of focus to keep from panicking. Will took three deep breaths and cocked his rifle. Then he started to run towards the fight. He had barely made two steps when a searing pain tore across his calf. Will yelled in half-anger half-agony and dropped to the floor, clutching his right leg. He took as deep a breath as he could and held it, trying to repress the pain and, more importantly, the panic. His entire body shivered. He surveyed the room and noticed the decreasing amount of muzzle flashes, making the room darker. Then a nearby grenade flared, giving Will a snapshot of the whole room. Men were dying everywhere; the rest of the room was filled with mutated creatures, warlike robots, and human prisoners with emotionless faces—as if they were being controlled by something else. And one of those prisoners was running towards Will. At first Will could not tell if it was a human or mutant. As it got closer Will saw that it was just an ordinary prisoner who had taken serious altercations. The prisoner was seven feet tall, at least, and had biceps the size of Will’s thighs. The creature was technically human, but only just so. Like the rest of the prisoners, he looked like his mind was numb, but his body was angry and ready to kill William Frost Howard. Adrenaline overcame Will’s pain. He sprang to his feet and lunged in between the prisoner’s massive legs. The brute swung a bulky arm in an attempt to grab Will but was too sluggish because of its bulk. Now behind the creature, Will fired three rifle shots into the prisoner’s spine. The prisoner roared in pain and doubled over. Will wasted no time and sprinted across the room—he wanted to get his back to a wall. The brute was in pain, but still alive. He spotted Will immediately and lowered his head and charged. Will raised his rifle and prepared to fire, but stopped. I need to save ammunition, thought Will. He held his footing and waited as the creature got closer…closer…close enough for Will to see his bloodshot eyes. The brute was almost on top of Will when Will nimbly dove to the side. The creature was too slow to react and ran headfirst into the wall. Will cringed as he heard the sound of a breaking spine. He looked up and saw the mangled form of the brute, slumped over; dead. Stony fragments of asteroid cascaded all around him—the momentum had made a considerable dent in the wall. One down thought Will; it was far from over. Will turned back to see who was left. He had run across the central chamber and was now opposite the collapsed hangar tunnel—the sight reminded him that there was no way out of this place now; he shuddered. A few of the guards had banded together and stuck to their training, they were faring better than the other men but Will knew it was only a matter of time. The room was filled with enemies and still more flowed out of the cell blocks, each more horrifying than the last. Then, Will felt a cool breeze brush across his neck. He spun around, rifle ready, prepared to face some reptilian monstrosity or killer robot, but saw nothing. Was the brute still alive? Or maybe it had just exhaled one last cold breath. Will peeled the bloody face from the wall. The prisoner’s face was smashed in; decidedly dead. Then Will felt the breeze again, and realized where it had come from. It had come from the wall. Will reached his left hand to a lip in the rock formed when the wall was smashed. He wriggled his glove around and found a small hole, no more than two inches tall and barely wide enough for his hand. He tried to reach further but it continued back deeper than his fingers could reach, and it seemed to get larger as it went further in. He removed his hand and crouched down to look in the hole. He couldn’t see into the darkness, but the air that wafted out was cold and stale. There was something behind the wall. An inhuman screech interrupted his thoughts. Frantic, Will looked for an escape; he knew that he could not stay in this room and live. He knew what he had to do to survive, though his stomach churned at the thought of it. He had to go through the one door that did not expel monsters. He had to enter block H. Will turned to the block H door, which was conveniently nearest him as he had stayed as far away as possible from the other cell block doors. A blinking light caught his attention. His heart leapt. It’s still active! The door is still active. Someone—or something—had somehow reactivated the door controls for block H. He didn’t care who or what had given him this opportunity, he only thought to use it. It was a miracle, he told himself I’ll just take it as a miracle and use it. Miracle or not, it was his only option now. Will rushed through the door and slapped the blinking button on the way through. He did not turn to face whatever was chasing him, but was satisfied with a sickening crunch that ensured the creature was caught in the mandibles of the two foot thick door. |
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| Vrikk | Jun 24 2013, 01:28 AM Post #9 | ||
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OOC: Couldn't think of anything of consequence as far as the story was concerned, so I made this one short and sweet! Hope that's alright. The sound of metal scraping against metal flooded Marcus' eardrums as he made his way down the H-Block hallway, dragging Nine at his side. A task he found just as irritating as it was physically difficult, on account of the fact that the soles of Nine's feet were made of the same material as the floor they were lifelessly travelling across. The resulting sound was of a pitch and volume that seemed to slice straight through Marcus' skull. "Any time. . . you plan on. . . waking up. . . would be fine," Marcus spat through gritted teeth. He didn't have much of a plan, though anything was better than sitting still. Even if it meant carrying the dead weight of his new ally, who seemed to be getting heavier with every step. Marcus closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He did not want to be forced to stop in the middle of the hallway, for he wasn't sure there weren't the same unfriendly turrets he'd encountered in the H-Block Laboratory. It was true that he did not know what laid beyond the far door, but that was the direction he saw the air-ship dock, so that's where he was heading. The pair turned a corner into a markedly dim stretch of Hallway. As Marcus trudged his way onward, he could not help but let loose a tortured groan. It helped him, he realized, to power onward as well as to drown out the screeching of metal coming from his lifeless partner. In a burst of pure adrenaline, his groan morphed into a full-out battle-cry of will and strength as he trudged twice as fast towards the door, now in sight. ------------ From the opposite end of the same hallway, the thick metal door snapped open for William Howard, then crunched closed. The interior of the Hallway to H-Block was devoid of most light, but housed a cacophony of sound. From Will's position, one could hear a troubling, high-pitched screeching noise. Doubly troubling was the fact that the source of the sound appeared to be coming closer. While this particular stretch of hallway was not lit, faint light from the far Laboratory bounced its way into the otherwise pitch-black space. Because of this, one of acute senses might make out a hazy silhouette down the length of the corridor. Odd, and almost grotesque, in that it appeared to be twice the thickness of a normal man. Even more odd, in that it began to moan, and then scream as it raced towards the newest visitor to Sector H. Edited by Vrikk, Jun 24 2013, 01:57 AM.
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| Andromis | Jul 13 2013, 10:35 PM Post #10 | ||
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OOC-Feel like I'm repeating myself: "sorry, it's a little long." I'll try to shorten my next post a little better haha. BIC- Will stopped in shock as he entered the corridor. For one, he remembered that his leg had been shot and the adrenaline was beginning to wear off. For another, he had hoped that sector H would be empty, and in the face of some new screeching, moaning, howling monstrosity, that hope died. Will had seen squad after squad massacred in a pointless fight--and he did not panic. He had fought an army of mutilated prisoners--and he did not panic. But now, in the face of a single enemy at the end of a long hallway--like a target on a gun range--Will panicked. He yelled and let out a spray of gunfire from his rifle, lighting up the darkness. He was shaky, and could not control the recoil of his rifle. Most of the shots went above his target's head, the rest landing to the right or left as he over corrected. In response the target dove to the right...or at least, half of the creature dove aside...and kept moving. "What are you? What bastard monster are you now?" yelled Will, still exuding a rainstorm of laser fire down the hall. One of the shots hit the piece of the creature that was limp, and Will heard a metallic ping. "You wanna fight? I've seen worse than you today! I ain't ruttin' scared of you!" He let out another angry yell, which made his fire even more uncontrolled. His rifle clicked as the clip ran out of ammo. Instead of reloading, Will unsheathed his combat knife and charged at the active half of the creature. Will could see that it looked somewhat like a human form--it didn't fool him, it couldn't be human. "Arghhhahaha, haha ha! You sacred now?" Laughed and yelled Will, somewhat delusioned. "You prisoners aren't the only redasses in this piece of rock, it's my turn now! It's time for YOU to be afraid of William Frost Howard." The prisoner did look a little afraid, but it had heart, it stood its ground and prepared for the charge. (And this prisoner was an "it," Will knew that they were all "its" now). Will brought down the knife in a crude sweeping motion, which the prisoner was able to dodge. Will gave another few swings with his knife, and one of them clipped the edge of the prisoner's fatigues, not breaking skin. The prisoner ran to the other side of the hallway, near the other half of his "body," which remained limp. Again Will slashed and the prisoner dodged. The knife landed on the limp body, which was metallic and sent out a showering of sparks. Then a fearful expression crossed the prisoner's face "Stop!" He yelled. And to the prisoner's surprise, Will stopped. Will stopped slashing and looked at the prisoner. Will stood there for a moment, silent, stunned; motionless. Neither moved. Then Will drew his pistol and trained it on the active prisoner. Will had panicked, but he had not lost all control, he was still a highly trained security captain of the Novarra III research facility, and he had regained his composure. "What's the square root of sixty-four?" asked Will in a suprisingly calm voice. The prisoner froze, confused. "Square root of sixty four," Will said again. "Answer me or I lay you out like cattle in a slaughterhouse. What is the square root of sixty four?" The prisoner did not answer, it seemed as if he could not move, as if he was too taken aback to respond. He breathed heavily, and after too long of a wait whispered "eight." Will did not shift, he held his stance and kept the pistol pointed at the prisoner's head. "If I have twelve bullets in this weapon and I shoot three through your skull, how many do I have left?" The prisoner paused again, still unsure of what was happening, but then cautiously said "nine?" "How did you escape your cell?" "I, I don't..." "What is your cell block? "I think it was...B. I'm not sure; could you put away that pistol?" Will held the pistol, saying nothing. And then slowly, far too slowly for anyone's comfort, he lowered the pistol to forty-five degrees, finger still on the trigger. "Yeah, I'd prefer that you don't point it there either." Said the prisoner in a dark humor with a nod down at his hips. Will paused again, and then holstered the pistol. The prisoner gave a sigh of relief. Will's face was stoic. "Every single one of you prisoners has been walkin' around this rock like zombies, dumber than ants" said Will. "Can't be reasoned with; can't be talked to. How are you so conscious?" The prisoner gave a puzzled look, he hadn't noticed this. But then again, he hadn't had much contact with other prisoners. "I don't know,” he said. I've been a prisoner here for...a long time. Then today my cell just...opened.” The prisoner paused uneasily, noting that he had just confessed escape. “I mean, what was I supposed to do?" he ammended. "Just stay there? I know it's your job to kill people like me when we try to escape but I had to stay alive--you've seen what's going on." "I'm not gonna kill you" said Will reassuringly. "Besides, it's not like you can get out of here any time soon anyways." The prisoner’s face paled "What do you mean?" he asked. "There's only one exit out of here. And I destroyed it. It's sealed up tougher than anyone can get through.” The prisoner’s eye’s widened. “We were overwhelmed and it had to be done,” continued Will. “The things that are in here can't be allowed to escape." The prisoner fell to the floor and leaned against the wall, and covered his face with his hands. "You idiot!" he said in a muffled voice “you absolute idiot." Will didn't seem offended, and kept his emotionless gaze at the prisoner. Ignoring the comments, Will asked "Who's this?" gesturing to the metallic form. The prisoner removed his hands from his face. He gritted his teeth and glared at Will, then said. "That's Nine. I found him here, he took over this block, he said that he had control over all systems in this part of the asteroid; stopped all outgoing data." Will raised his head in interest. "That explains a lot." "Yeah, glad to be of help" said the Prisoner sarcastically. "Too bad we're stuck here, thanks to you and your stupid orders." Will had nothing to say, he had done what he had to, but the prisoner was right, there was nowhere for either of them to go. "It's a survival game now" said Will "we just have to stay alive as long as we can. I sent out a messenger to command. They'll get a whole army out here and take this place by storm. Until then we have got to stay alive. The prisoner’s face brightened, if only slightly. “I guess that’s something” he muttered. “Now listen, son. I know you’re not supposed to leave and when this is over I’ll do what I can to make sure that you end up right back in a cell.” “Gee, thanks.” “But right now you have to realize that we’re each other’s best chance at survival, so tell me, is there anything irregular you’ve seen that I should know about?” The prisoner looked up at the celling in thought. “Other than nine here, let me think. Well, I did notice an unusual gravity malfunction earlier. It wasn’t just a hiccup either—it killed a man, he got hit with a massive computer console. Just flew across the room and killed him.” He looked back at Will “Why do you ask?” “Something isn’t right here. And I don’t mean normal ‘not right’ I mean there’s something unusual—unusual even for this place. I…I saw something back in the central room.” The prisoner cocked an eyebrow. “How do you mean.” “I mean.” Said Will “I got in a fight and cracked open the wall and…how do I put this? There was something behind it. There’s something behind the walls…” The prisoner laughed. “Really? That’s unusual?” Will gave a confused expression. “ It’s an asteroid, it’s filled with holes and pockets. Even I know that.” Will shook his head, feeling foolish for having overlooked this possibility. “Oh, right” he said. Then he laughed, relieved from the thoughts that his job did not allow. “I guess I overreacted. If you had done what I had, you’d understand.” The prisoner smiled, as if feeling some small security for the first time. Then he said “My name’s Marcus by the way.” “I’m Wi—Captain Howard” said Will. Marcus laughed. After a pause he said “So you say that they’re going to send an army in here and clean this place out?” Will forced a weak smile. “Yeah, they’ll tear down the walls.” |
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