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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 10, 2013 11:31:13 GMT -8
Divas Horror Story The Uya Cryobay.
In through the nose, out through the mouth. He repeated this mantra as he and he kneeled there, not thinking of anything else. He heard the noises around him speaking but paid no heed to it. Apparently falling out of his tube had sent his muscles into a whole new level of cramping. Eventually though, with enough oxygen they settled down and he stood slowly in case any more complications arose. All seemed well though and he finally looked around the room, the cybernetic eyes taking everything in with the low light application of them. He saw the woman, the beast and the Noghri.
Just as he was looking at them no doubt they were inspecting him. What they would see was a talk man topping out at six feet. His body a mess of scars from a life time of battle. The more prominent ones being his right cheek all but missing, a white scar going from his right eyebrow to the tip of his lips. The other one was a burn that took up over 60 percent of his body much of it on his backside. He was a warrior, forged and crafted in dozens of battles. Breathing in through his nose he gathered a large amount of Phlegm and spit it off to the side. Where are the Mandalorians? He asked as he rubbed his core. The temperature of the room was not meant for someone to be naked in.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 14, 2013 21:47:20 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP: The Uya; Cryobays.
The Noghri could smell the man (Xeo) better now, he smelt of spilt blood. No, thought the Noghri as he took another deep intake of breath. No, he smelt of war. A Warrior... pondered the Noghri with the slightest parting of his lips revealing jagged teeth; a smile some might say.
Finally, someone to respect.
The Noghri huffed in annoyance, and was starting to get the idea that no one would know why or how they had come to be on this ship or station? He let the pod-door down with a clang of metal to metal, and leaned on it, before turning towards the man. "No Man'olanss 'ere, War'or... No k'ow w'ere we ar." The Noghri said in his broken Basic, as his dark eyes continued to scan the Cryobay for others awaking from their slumbers.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 15, 2013 17:44:04 GMT -8
For the most part Xeonon worked with humans, save that people who understood the basic concept of Basic. This however was a piss poor job, obviously they didn't speak it much. Although he had never seen one in person all Imperials knew and revered them for their prowess. Xeonon shrugged his shoulders and walked forward a little to keep the blood moving. When they boarded me I was in the wild space just before unknown regions. The thing was, it was a obscure... out of the way location I was at. Where we are now? I don't know.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Oct 19, 2013 13:17:40 GMT -8
Once upon a star streaked sector of cloudy space was a ship, a very large ship, and from it came a particular feeling that contrasted in definition for anyone close enough to gaze open its tarnished profile. For some it was playground –a place where great mirth and enjoyment could be found. Pleasures and forms of expression were hidden within that would bring a great deal of knee shaking and lip trembling in anticipation. For some it was a gag reel –a place where ridiculousness and minutiae combined into a mind numbing experience fit for the invalids of the star systems, those degenerate, weak-minded people who would be foolish enough to consider this any form of entertainment. For others it was large, dark, cold –a specter of death poised to carry them into some great beyond, or more likely to cast them into a state of oblivion.
“Congratulations!”
The voice came through the ship’s speaker systems like an icy dagger, a woman’s voice filled with a sort of cheeriness that contained just a slice of something a bit. . .off.
“You all should applaud yourselves for being exceptional. Your patience in this particular endeavor is dully noted, and your ability to survive an over-lengthened period asleep in the various cryotubes of this flagship is a hearty testament to each of your stunning constitutions!”
It was a professional and well enunciated tongue that shared its quips loud enough to echo and warble up and down the bleak bulkheads. However, there were some rather unique traits to it: the vowels were overstressed and guttural for this Basic, and the voice spoke in alternating up and down beats, giving her cold, slightly sniveling voice a time signature set as ‘ta-da, ta-da,’ nearly verging on full blown and rather annoying pentameter.
“Welcome aboard the Uya, a once mighty war vessel of a once mighty Fascist regime. Skip to the present, the current predicament you each find yourselves in, and you’ll find this lovely carrier has now become, in short, a ship of dreams, of unbridled and unabridged enjoyment, and full of endorsement. You have each been carefully selected to partake in the ultimate field test: a career opportunity. What are we, your potential employers, looking for? Intangibles. Essentially? We’ll know it when we see it! Until then, we can confidently say that there is only space for one, yes, one candidate.”
A number of holographic projections flutter onto life around the ship in random areas; some of the ‘contestants’ would see it, others would probably only hear it. On screen, the outline of the speaker’s face could dimly be seen, cloaked in thick, unnatural shadow, offering only a slight glimmer of pearly white teeth as it spoke and pulled back a set of thin lips.
“Darwinism is at its finest as we slowly and painstakingly determine which of you has the best genes with the aide of temptation. Survival is success, and this means that the last man or woman standing, alive, aboard will be granted freedom –the freedom to breathe another breath in any place but the Uya!”
Meanwhile, a number of sensors come alive in the hanger bay which the SS operatives had just used. The C4 they were tethered to were fitted with some atypical alarms: that of an old bell clock ringing.
!FFFOOOOOOSHHHHHRMRMRMRM!
The charges were set to provide a closed blast that did maximum damage to anyone foolish enough to be caught in the hanger without comprising the integrity of the hull. It was enough force to shake the vessel and send millions of metallic pings throbbing throughout the nuts and bolts that held it all together.
“Wonderful! I hope no one was silly enough to remain inside the shuttle. Although that would be quite fortunate for you survivors, yes, as a few are knocked off the prospective list? Hmph. It must be so exciting to be where each of you is: trapped within a huge ship with no escape pods, no emergency space suits, compromised engines, and no shuttles out. I know, I know, you want nothing more than to thank me personally for empowering each of you with the power of absolute expression, but that will come in due time –for the survivor, at least. As for the rest of you, I’d like you all to know I consider you my good friends, and like a good friend, I will be watching over each you, monitoring your heart rates and heat signatures, recording the flourish as your muscles bend, pull and work with mouthwatering prejudice. Oh! The thought of it makes my cheeks blush! Now, my excitable go-getters, I’d like to apprise you of three points:
One –the clock is set at 1,440 minutes. If it reaches zero, the entire ship is destroyed; ergo, you all die.
Two –the clock resets with every kill; that is, one survivor killing another. Nothing else counts.
Three –for every 24 hour period that passes one section of the ship will have its oxygen vented. The ship is divided into 8 one kilometer sections. That means you all have eight days to decide a winner.
“Ah, now to lighten the mood of these rather stank introductions let me give each of you three rather important hints to help define your mind with objectives. Firstly, if I am transmitting this over the ship’s sound system that means there this still power aboard, could that possibly offer any of you a subtle loophole to victory? Secondly, what has happened to the crew and rather large detachment of stormtroopers that are supposed to guard and man a vessel of this size? Lastly, one of the survivors aboard, one of your various ‘party’ members was aware that this experiment was going to take place, and they have been instructed to influence the remainder.
“There are, of course, other markers and traps placed aboard in order to properly motivate each of you, my lovely potential candidates. Be brave, be cunning, and remember: fear is the appropriate response.”
And with that, the feed and the voice-over both go dead, leaving the somber ship to its devilry.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 20, 2013 10:21:41 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP: Cryobay
Groggily you begin to hear what sounds like the whispers of a voice, which gradually grew into a sing songy voice as you woke from the cryogenic sleep. Wait, you were awake! You feel it, a shake a vibration that seemed to course throughout the ship moments after the woman's voice continues her speech. Pushing the door of your pod open, you the Shadow Thief, had been released from your imprisonment. There were others in the room, who may have noticed you, however still you try to sneak out of the pod unnoticed.
I was missing almost all of my gear, and I would most certainly be wanting both of my tehkla blades, as well as my collapsible pistol crossbow and flowering bolts. I'd also like my mask and armour back, that might prove useful from what I had heard the woman say. I didn't know how fast the others were likely to turn on each other, and I didn't want to risk them seeing me. My yellow eyes flick about the room, and I tap into that of which I was imprisoned for. A energy vampire, and thief extraordinare, it was the first item that had gotten me locked away though. Orbs of soft light could be seen emitting from the presences of the living within the room, and I could somewhat smell others. But the others I smelt could very easily been long lingering scents of the crew to the now seemingly derelict ship. My hunger, the need to feed on other's life force, and now it seems that I would be contesting in a gauntlet to escape this vessel and continue towards my dream.
You looked about the cryobay hoping to find a weapons locker that might hold your items from when you were arrested.
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Post by Aileen Lasch on Oct 20, 2013 14:41:52 GMT -8
DIVA's HORROR RP; The Uya; Cryobays
The disembodied voice from the ship's speaker system interrupts my attempt to follow the conversation between the Noghri and the newcomer. It only takes until the voice begins discussing "career opportunities" for my instincts to take over. Whatever this is, I'm not safe in the cryobay among these other, more physically imposing prisoners. I step backward into the shadows of the bay, and, as quietly as I can, make my way to the exit. By the time the voice finishes speaking, I am standing in the hall outside the cryobay.
Where to, now? I wonder as I peer up and down the darkened corridor.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 20, 2013 18:29:48 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP: The Uya; Cryobays.
The intruding voice, it says things things that are currently unverifiable. It makes claims that can not be corroborated, and as Kiefta listens, it believes the voice to be that of an organic, due to some of the common assumptions present in the monologue. Kiefta decides that until further instructions arrive, that voice is its primary target.
I notice the awakening of yet another being, it seems to be afraid of the light and sticks to the shadows. It receives the label "Unknown Hostile" as it slinks away. The repositioning of "waste" is noted, but causes no alarm or concern. I postulate a question in basic to the man and noghri warrior. The voice... Who or what besides having access to a communications console gave it any authority? If the voice want's a game, let us play with it. I propose that, since I am already disqualified, the two of you decide, preferably by casting lots, which of you will be the victor, before the three of us decimate all opposition, and destroy the voice's origin, as it is likely to be the primary, if not sole, cause of our troubles. I have failed before, but I will not fail this time. What say you?
I pause, changing the labels "incapacitated" to "Mando Prisoner," "Moderate threat" to "Hunter," and note that we may be interned on a mandolorian vessel, if the man's tale was as accurate as it seemed. I also prepare for possible reactions of those around me, especially from "Unknown Hostile" and "Hunter."
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Oct 21, 2013 6:33:24 GMT -8
Creaks and groans, metal sliding against steel here and there -some as part of the protocol, others for preparing something just a bit more nefarious.
For the energy vampire, meddling came in a merciful form: a blank holo screen projecting static as he searched for his tools of trade. Once he draws closer the same featureless face flickered unto the screen.
"Come here, please. And yes, you may bestow unquestioned trust upon me. Please pick up the communications suite I have provided for you."
A subtle click can be heard in the room, followed by an opening of a drawer just beneath the toothy image.
Elsewhere, as a pair of feet navigates deeper into the not-so-trustworthy halls of the Uya, this narration could only wonder if the female prisoner was cold.
Gissh. Gasssh. Gisssh. Gasshh.
Heavy, sliding boot steps were moving to intercept the lone and rather brave wanderer. And even though she safely out of sight while around the corner she would probably hear the man jabbering loudly.
"Way out. Way out? Ha!
They think they can cross me?
They don't know shit!
Didn't see it, didn't think of it, new blood, they said.
Screw them, screw all of you.
YOU HEAR! I'M NOT DYING HERE,
OH NO! THIS AIN'T MY GRAVE, YOU HEAR ME,
QUEEN BITCH?!
FUCK YOU AND THIS SHIT!"
Quite loud. Very Loud. Loud enough to even assail the ears or sensors of the contestants seemingly relaxing in the cryobays.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 21, 2013 6:46:16 GMT -8
As the voice finished speaking Xeonon could already tell some had left the Cryobay. It was obvious that they would, the mystery voice had told them to kill each other and the three beings in the room were physically imposing. However as far as he could tell none of them made a move to leave or fight. Was this the calm before the storm? Maybe a Gamorrean standoff? The silence was broken by the weird looking creature and he admired it. Proposing a truce, but giving up so early. He is right, how do we know what it says is true? Kill the queen bee then find a way out of the hive. If we are alive who says others aren't as we-
Just as he was about to finishthe voice of someone could be heard. Faintly at first but getting louder, obviously someone who had been going at this for a while. He had snapped by the sounds of it. Lowering his voice he continued to speak. Work as a team, live longer, escape. Don't draw lots, we can deal with that later. If others are killing we need weapons. A way to protect ourselves.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 21, 2013 7:44:59 GMT -8
You heard the soft click, as a hologram face beaconed you closer. A black eyebrow arches over your putrid yellow eyes, you weren't exactly sure what to think. Was it a trap, was it your gear, was it something other than your gear that could lead you to the items you would most likely need? The voice said something about communications suite, what was that you pondered. Did the crazed woman want to have a conversation with you, or was she going to tell you where you could find your equipment. Because the cold of the room wasn't quite as bothersome as you being left stark nude.
"Communications suite?" I said softly, I didn't completely trust the toothy grin that was floating there. With trained yellow eyes I looked about the drawer that had opened, first looking at the floor immediately in front of it and then off to the sides of where I would have to stand. I was looking for traps making sure that this was not some clever guise to get me killed. I could hear the others in the room talking and conspiring to work together, it wouldn't be a bad idea to work with them. But I had been put in somewhat similar circumstances where it was my so-called allies that drove the dagger into my back first.
You scout for traps on the drawer and around it.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Oct 21, 2013 8:42:08 GMT -8
"Very careful, aren't we, Subject 454. This is why my money is with you winning. In fact, if you happened to die aboard the Uya I would consider it a failure in my projections. Can you imagine? Me? Incorrect? What nonsense."
There was nothing nefarious within or without the drawer, just that it was so bloody loud aboard the ship with dead engines. The device was small, robust, and easy to conceal.
"Put it on. Feel free to strike a pose for the camera. I can use that later."
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Post by Alastor on Oct 21, 2013 9:31:49 GMT -8
Your yellow eyes flick about before you move to open the drawer and remove the communications suite. It was a small earpiece style one that had a bit extending out so that spoken words could be registered and transmitted. You narrow your eyes as you turn it over a few times before placing it into your right ear. It was a snug fit, but it was pretty small so your spiky black puffs of hair would easily hide it from anyone's view.
Well....I guess I can talk to you now....So where would I find a map
Already I was looking about for a computer console, or a datapad that I might be able to use to pull up the ship's schematics. I wanted my gear, and I wanted it now! I was sure I wouldn't find anything of worth in the room, aside from the ear piece, so I turned and made my way out. Sticking as close to the shadows as I could, and making as little noise as possible. I didn't want to have to talk to the group of men plotting together just yet, and I wanted to keep my presence and movements hidden from all until I at least had something to use as a weapon preferably my gear.
You move out of the room and into hallway, looking to your left and then your right before making up your mind to head to your left. Hoping that you might find a room with lockers or storage containers.
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Post by Aileen Lasch on Oct 21, 2013 20:28:33 GMT -8
DIVA's HORROR RP; The Uya; Cryobays
From around the corner of the hallway, I hear footsteps and a man's voice. He sounds frantic, perhaps even crazy, and I don't think I want him to see me just yet. A quick look up and down corridor reveals no good hiding places, so I decide to head in the opposite direction. The floor underfoot is stingingly cold, and the air is only barely less so. Shivering, I grit my teeth to keep them from chattering, and I stay close to the wall as I slowly edge down the hall, my eyes glued to the corner where the voice is coming from.
By now, my initial fear has receded to a manageable level, and I assess the situation. I'll need a weapon, first of all, as the other prisoners I've seen look like they could easily overpower me. Some proper clothes are the next priority, as I don't know how long I'll be able to stand this cold. Food and water are also a concern--if this "competition" is to last up to eight days, I have assume the ship has supplies somewhere. Then there is the matter of my fellow prisoners. Surely the odds are as clear to them as they are to me: if only one of us gets to live, none of our chances are very good. If we work together, however, perhaps we can take this ship and save ourselves. It's a reasonable idea, and I know I can sell it, but first I'll need some assurance the others won't kill me on sight--which brings me back to the need for a weapon.I wonder what became of the team of mercs I hired before my arrest. Presumably, I was moved aboard this ship after being put into cryosleep, so the question is whether the mercs were aware of the transfer. If I can find a working comm system, I think I can figure out how to signal them--but that depends on how much power this ship has.
The voice rises to a yell as the man curses someone he calls "queen bitch." With the exception of a few glances over my shoulder to make sure the coast is clear, I keep my gaze fixed on the corner, hoping to see him before sees me, all the while inching away, breathing as quietly as I can, my bare feet soundless on the durasteel floor.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 5:07:10 GMT -8
DIVA's HORROR RP; The Uya; Main Hanger
Alpha took a quick stock of the blast site. The shuttle was completely destroyed. Along with it went most of the civilians, all of the supplies, & most importantly Beta, who had been standing too close to the shuttle at the time of the blast. Despite being only a scant few meters away from the shuttle when it blew, Alpha's armour had protected them, though it had lost much of its glossy sheen. The Fireteam Uplink told Alpha all they needed to know about Beta's condition. None of Beta's gear would be intact enough to salvage.
-Alpha (On Speaker)
All units, area is unsecured. Proceed after me.
That statement made, Alpha began to lead the way over to Delta & Gamma. If any of the civilians decided to become hostile due to the Primary Hostile's speech, they would be terminate.
Almost as if in reaction to this, one of the more uncivilized of the hired guns raised his weapon. Pointed straight at Alpha.
-Merc
Why should we follow you? For all we know, this is some massive MandalMine plot.
Alpha's response was smooth & well drilled. The OR fired once, blowing a large chunk of the unruly figure's head off.
-Alpha (On Speaker)
Command is not is question. Proceed after me.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Oct 22, 2013 11:30:18 GMT -8
:Map? Now, while I do want you to win, that would nearly be like handling you the contest. In the spirit of a good gamble I could not trespass upon the laws of morality. Get yourself a datapad and download the schematics yourself. Have fun searching for a room with auxiliary power still active. Now, if you exit this room, continue left unto the main corridor, and take the fourth left, you'll find a pantry of sorts. It would seem that your weapons have, for the most part, been transported there. Well, not your portable crossbow. That was lost when two guards fighting over it were ambushed by, well. . . things more in tune with your nature. Chop, chop! And remember, stay positive! Hope abounds!:
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
The obviously mad trooper continues to stumble over himself while waving his compact blaster rifle towards any shadow or flickering light. One might believe he was in a state of hyper attentiveness, but nothing could be further from the truth. He completely misses sight of the woman sulking about the halls, turns his back towards the contestant, apparently consumed with the idea of examining a control panel to a rather plain looking door, mumbling to himself -cursing to himself.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 22, 2013 14:04:57 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP: The Uya; Cryobays.
He'd been listening to the warrior (Xeo) speak when the crackling of the bay's intercom system kicked on. The melodic, yet sickly aroused voice of another female met their ears. She exclaimed her enthusiastic outlook on a very grim situation, in which she painted a clear and concise picture of them being nothing more than pawns in a vast maze; set to her personal depravities.
The bay shook slightly. a distant rumble that reverberated through the metal edifice from head to toe. Possibly an explosion or maybe the voice decompressing part of the Uya's hull for a demonstration.
The Noghri's face set sternly into a glaring scowl, as the Cryo-bay occupants were left with nothing but silence after the mysterious female's edict had been exclaimed. He was not one to run a maze, especially to the whims of some damned female. Unconsciously one of his clawed hands reached up to trace the myriad of scar tissue which crisscrossed his muscular upper-back. No. The Noghri thought. No, he was not going to be caged and tortured again. The voice had given the terms, and he had nothing against killing.
Nothing at all...
"Muss kil..." He hissed as he turned sharply to where the Bakurian female had been moments before, but she was gone. He cursed slightly searching the darkness for her, but she was out of sight. The Noghri's mouth twitched slightly, he was amused and surprised that the woman knew to get away before the rest of them knew they had to kill to survive. Out of the Cryo-bay occupants, she would have been first to go. There was no doubt in that.
The Noghri turned back to the Warrior and the Thing, letting out a low growl. "Riht, rong, no mat'r..." He began, hefting the Cryo-pod's door again and starting towards the bay's only seeming exit. "We muss kil. Muss fin fem'le, tha Baku'n..." The Noghri was at the cusp of the bay and the dark flickering light of the corridor beyond. He took a deep breath and instantly caught the Bakurian's fear-sent, but there was something else, something new (Alastor). He took another deep breath and smelt the same strange stink again. It wasn't of the Thing or the Warrior, but something - someone - else; something that also stank of blood.
The Noghri turned back to the two (Xeo, Kiefta), his dark eyes narrowed. "Ther ar oth'rs, stink, blud... If we w'rk t'geth'r. We muss leav' now, fin Baku'n, en KIL bef'r los our ch'nce." With his words spoken the Noghri took the first tentative steps into the corridor; the pod door held before him for defense. He would keep his eyes open for any implements to use as a weapon.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 22, 2013 15:41:32 GMT -8
Visibly relived that there was not going to be a confrontation just yet between the three Xeonon followed suit behind the trained assassin. Although there was a truce between the three the Imperial Knight did not trust them hell he hardly knew them. Feeling slightly better he opened his right hand and flexed it testing it's strength. Satisfied with what he felt he continued on, his nudeness did not Boyer gimmick although finding his armour would be swell. Now that they were in the HALLWAYS everything seemed creepier. Every corner held a new enemy, a shadow the woman whom they were hunting.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 22, 2013 17:25:41 GMT -8
You moved silently through the shadows of the hallways, towards where you would find your tehk'la blades. Putrid yellow eyes peering through the darkness, looking back you could see the faint blue glow from that of living creatures leaving the cryobay. Biting down on your cheek you turn your gaze back in front of you as you moved towards the first of the three doors that you would pass as you made your way towards your weapons.
I take it you also know where I may find my clothes and armour?
I was worried, what did she mean by creatures of my sort, and did she know me? It was possible that after my capture I could have had tests ran on me, which easily would have shown my Energy Vampire heraldry and my appearance would easily show that I was also something of a Nagai. As I slinked through the shadows in a crouched stance, I had my hands in front of me fingers splayed wide as if my hands were claws. For the time being I would only have my talon like nails teeth and the ability to drain the life force out of whomever I touched. But hopefully I would make it to my weapons before having to stoop to a level that would show me for what I truly was.
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Post by Aileen Lasch on Oct 23, 2013 6:18:20 GMT -8
DIVA's HORROR RP; The Uya; Cryobays
The man finally appears--a soldier of some sort, by the look of him. He seems clearly touched, and I doubt he's in any state to be reasoned with. On the other hand, it would be an advantage to have him or his gun on my side. I decide to wait and see what he does. Pressing my back flat against the wall, I watch the man from the shadows down the hall.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 23, 2013 18:08:58 GMT -8
DIVA's HORROR RP; The Uya; Main Hanger Alpha took a quick stock of the blast site. The shuttle was completely destroyed. Along with it went most of the civilians, all of the supplies, & most importantly Beta, who had been standing too close to the shuttle at the time of the blast. Despite being only a scant few meters away from the shuttle when it blew, Alpha's armour had protected them, though it had lost much of its glossy sheen. The Fireteam Uplink told Alpha all they needed to know about Beta's condition. None of Beta's gear would be intact enough to salvage. -Alpha (On Speaker) All units, area is unsecured. Proceed after me.That statement made, Alpha began to lead the way over to Delta & Gamma. If any of the civilians decided to become hostile due to the Primary Hostile's speech, they would be terminate.
Almost as if in reaction to this, one of the more uncivilized of the hired guns raised his weapon. Pointed straight at Alpha.-Merc Why should we follow you? For all we know, this is some massive MandalMine plot.Alpha's response was smooth & well drilled. The OR fired once, blowing a large chunk of the unruly figure's head off.-Alpha (On Speaker) Command is not is question. Proceed after me.
Delta, facing the hangar as he was, had a single split second to act as he saw the shuttle go up in flame and shrapnel. He twisted, putting his back plate closest to the center of the blast, and moved himself between the shuttle and Gamma, with one quick step. A roughly 5'x3' piece of the shuttles hull flew through the air and embedded itself in the wall half a meter to the operative's left, while a small hail of debris rained down on them, one piece finding the base of delta's helmet before rebounding a bout a meter back into the room. Delta's world went black for a moment, as the impulse of the impact moved through the helmet to his skull and back again. He slumped and fell to the deck. His vitals showed that he wasn't dead, just out cold.
Gamma did his best to protect the data-link, as his datapad searched for footage of the bridge, and any entries in the ship's log since MandalMine had lost contact with the ship. He didn't even flinch when the shuttle hull plate crashed into the wall and hung there shivering with excess energy. He turned as his HUD showed delta's head jerk forward and then him slumping to the floor. Man down! He realized that the team was actually down two, as Beta was pulped by the explosion, and cursed lightly under his breath. When the punk challenged Alpha's authority, Gamma's rifle moved to cover anyone else that seemed ready to join the corpse's cause. Gamma largely ignored the broadcast, anticipating it to be little more than an attempt to neutralize the squad with fear. When the datapad indicated it had found, and obtained copies of what he was looking for, Gamma, pulled the jack out of the data-port, and slipped the pad back into his pack. He then grabbed delta by the pauldrons and began hauling him into the corridor, after Alpha. |
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