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Post by Karcentric on Jun 26, 2010 12:06:40 GMT -5
Rusty gave Duke a quizzical glance from behind his visor after hearing his comment. And then Leon commented "You bastards just can't help it, can you? We've barely even gotten out of the Forest, where Dodge decided to walk straight into a fucking vortex, and you're already thinking of booze again?" muttered Leon. Rusty placed his backpack on the floor before dropping onto an old couch. He pulled the visor off his stolen suit smiling he said "You know barkeep would pay a hefty sum for some of the older stuff they have, or at least that fat prick in DV would." The emission was getting more and more intense, "Do these blowout things normally carry on like this? I thought they lasted a few minutes."
Rurik nodded to the merc laying his rifle on an old crate, "A Monolith soldier wouldn't have waited for me to speak and I assure you I'm not very trusting, if your the enemy of the Monolith your okay by me. So you got a name merc?" he said before lighting another lamp giving the room a soft glow. He was looking at Adder as she seemed to be having an acid trip. Turning to Maginot after he heard him say "Heh, she's tripping balls, right now she's probably the happiest person in the entire Zone."
"I wonder if she'll have any side effects from this emission, it seems different to the usual ones that occasionally strike. More potent. It's like the zone knows foreigners a approaching." He said kneeling down to lean against a wall shutting his eyes and resting while they waited.
Karc was jogging near the back of the group watching the sky as they moved, Seems to be charging up. He thought. The group piled into the sporting shop, once everyone was in Karc shut the door, the building shock violently and the red glow from outside gave the room a strange vibe, sitting down he asked the group, "So has anyone seen an emission like this before?"
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Post by Afterburner on Jun 26, 2010 15:23:17 GMT -5
"Looks deserted enough"
Burner aimed a kick at a bucket in the corner.
"Well, I don't see no zombies, but I'll take this-"
He grabbed a sledgehammer from the corner.
"-just in case. Anyways, I don't think the walls can hold. I think we should go down-this place ought to have a basement, and we can wait it out there."
Dimitri was still lost in his thoughts, and his two soldiers were cracking jokes at each other. Burner thought to himself
"So much for organization...Look, guys, this baby is starting...now. Let's find a basement, shall we?
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"Foul stench...Yes, I do believe we are not alone. But first, let us assure ourselves our numbers will not increase. Stack these trolleys up by the door. I am going to find some rope."
He left for the broom closet, shortly returning with a long cable
"Improvisation is a necessity in the Zone. Good, now tie the other end to that pipe over there while I tighten this cable."
Having tied the tripwire and checked it, Khan stood up, content in his own, indifferent style.
"Now we will at least hear who is entering. Let us proceed, as I fear the waves will still hit us on the way if we are not sufficiently protected. "
Just as he said that, the door flew inside with a loud "BANG". He turned around, only to see a huge, furious figure of an old burer, holding one of his gravitational spheres in one hand and viciously gesturing with the other.
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The High Preacher stood behind the window, looking at the blood-red clouds. The guard slowly opened the door of the room he was in and an obese, short figure stepped in.
"High Preacher...I bring news. The non-believers at the ruined city are desperately trying to retake the buildings. The Free-Willed were barely enough to stop them and the rest of His army was , as much as I hate to say it, lost. They were present at the battle, yes, but their skill, their abilities, all lost. Preacher, is there something wrong? His Divine Fury-"
He pointed at the gathering clouds:
"-spares noone. Why do you tempt Him?"
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Post by Διμι on Jun 27, 2010 0:21:34 GMT -5
Leon sank down against the door of one of his apartments, his exoskeleton clanking slightly against the frame. "Normal, not normal... What difference does it make?" he muttered "If this place won't protect us, we'd be just as dead anywhere else anyway. Just settle down, and wait for it to quiet down. We'll be fine."
"As for the booze," he continued "I'm sure Barkeep would give a fuckload more for the artifacts of the sort that lie around Pripyat after blowouts hit, so we might hit jackpot in here. I'd be cautious about going back to Rostok, mind you, we did steal a shitload of Duty's gear after all."
The mercenary went silent, and buried himself into thought. Where was Lutiy now? he asked himself, it would be too damnably convenient if the bandit were to get himself killed by the emission, but something told Leon that the sort of ending wouldn't be quite fitting for a man who had evaded justice for years, whilst backstabbing his own partners in crime.
Victor's PDA crackled with static as he checked the readings "I'm losing contact with everything," he muttered nervously "the signals from Rostok are gone, blocked completely. Looks like this thing's blocking all sorts of communications somehow. It's no regular blowout for sure, I've never seen one this powerful. Must be because we're getting closer to the Zone's heart."
He glanced at Adder, who seemed to be quite out of it due to the psychic emanations coupled with her condition. The medic thought of treating the woman somehow, but decided against it from his better knowledge of what had almost happened the last time he did.
Loose chips of paint fell from the walls as the ground beneath them rumbled yet again. Shocks blew through the streets if the abandoned city as the Zone raged overhead.
"A basement? Not a bad idea." muttered Seth as the door behind them rattled with another shockwave. The entire shop was filled with a blood red glow streaming through the broken windows. The emission had begun.
The Freedom leader quickly led the group towards the wall on the other side of the building, where a door leading to the shop's underground storage stood slightly ajar. He switched on his night vision and peeked inside, but saw only a staircase descending into the basements below.
Without much thought, he drew his USP and slowly began to make his way downstairs, the steps underneath his feet groaning with every footfall. The rest of the group followed as the walls began to tremble slightly with the power of the emission resonating throughout the Zone's center. "Keep your eyes open, and your night vision on." he muttered "God knows what sort of thing could be lurking down here."
"Well I'll be damned," Lutiy ground out dumbfoundedly, staring into the twisted, mutated face of the creature before him "you're one ugly son of a bitch."
The bandit leapt, hitting the floor just as one of the gurneys flew past where his head had been a half-second previously and hitting the wall behind him. The burer raised his hand, the sphere increasing in magnitude. That thing is going to scorch the entire room, Lutiy realized suddenly, the entire room along with themselves in it.
With impossible speed, he aimed his Desert Eagle and fired several times at the creature's midsection. The sphere flattened and extended, forming a pyrokinetic shield around the creature, and the rifle rounds slammed into it, erupting into sparks that bounced off on wild tangents before fading out. "Move! Down the hallway!" he yelled to Khan before continuing his barrage.
He holstered the sidearm quickly as its ammo ran out, and grabbed the modified AKM instead, giving the creature no time to lower its defense. The bandit retreated after the guide around the bend in the hallway, firing off spaced single rounds at the burer as he walked. "How the hell are we going to bring this thing down?" he yelled to Khan before slotting a new magazine into the rifle and leaning around the bend to stall the creature once more.
"High Preacher...I bring news. The non-believers at the ruined city are desperately trying to retake the buildings. The Free-Willed were barely enough to stop them and the rest of His army was , as much as I hate to say it, lost. They were present at the battle, yes, but their skill, their abilities, all lost. Preacher, is there something wrong? His Divine Fury spares no one. Why do you tempt Him?"
Jericho turned away from the growingly turbulent sky to face Gad. The stout Monolithian was one of the few that had survived the assault on the Dead City. Nevertheless, the army of the Great One had hardly been diminished, and the punishment of the infidels was coming to them in a different form entirely. The ground below rumbled, as a flash crossed the crimson sky, as if to demonstrate his point.
"We may be servants of the Great One," he said quietly "and we may be endowed with His power and His zeal, but all the same, we are still men nevertheless. We have failed Him, and now, we are getting our dues from Him, all of us." the High Preacher glanced out of the window yet again.
"It would be wise," he continued "to let ourselves escape in the meantime, even if only for a short while. We will have many amends to make to Him. Yet without a leader to command His armies in the field, I am afraid that we shall meet even greater failure."
"I will be there when the time comes," Jericho enunciated "to personally avenge our brothers that have perished in this battle, and to bring a close to the war. Now come, we must be patient with His wrath as he pours death and annihilation amongst our enemies, so we can then strike once more, and emerge victorious."
With a sweep of his cloak, the High Preacher stepped away from the window and descended down the stairs into the underground of the Monolith headquarters just as the rumbling began.
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Post by Fusebox on Jun 27, 2010 1:07:51 GMT -5
Big Orange laughed inwardly at the stupidity of the situation that had just transpired. "You're trusting enough to believe I wasn't stupid enough to shoot you. I'm Big Orange, Scout for the mercs. That's all you need to know."
The exoskeleton lit another lamp, filling the dank room with a faint glow. Behind him he could hear the mumbling of the woman, Adder was what he'd heard her name was, obviously not mentally stable at that moment. "Hey, uh... She gonna be okay?"
The lieutenant shrugged, that was enough for Fyodor.
The merc walked across the room to a crate under a lamp, set his L85 on it's elevated surface, and began the process of disassembling and cleaning it, a task he'd done so many times he could do it blindfolded, and took pride in the fact he'd done so several times.
"So, what's a mixed bag of people like you doing all the way up here? You're not Duty's vanguard, you're not packing enough heat or men for that, not to mention they're not from Duty it would seem. So what gives? Ambitious artifact hunting? Hunting someone?"
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Jun 27, 2010 2:51:58 GMT -5
Harmund payed little attention to the Mercenary they had stumbled into, Rurik would reduce the man's head to a red mist in an instant if he so much as twitched towards his weapons. Harmund slumped into a corner, the weight and force of impact from his Exo-Skeleton cracking the concrete beneath him. Harmund had barely noticed any of the events after the bloodsucker attack under Limansk. Harmund had failed to save his brother, and continued to blame himself for the attack. Locking the bolt of his PKM open, Harmund flipped up the hatch to the reciever. Pulling out a picture of his brother from their childhood, he placed it on the inside of the hatch, then closed it and released the bolt. The merc they had found in the basement was talking to Rurik, asking why they had come to Pripyat.
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Owen pushed himself up from the cot he was lying on. All of his wounds had been bandaged and healed, and all of his memories from before reactivating the Scorcher seemed to be shrouded in haze. Strapped into its holding rig on the wall, a new advanced Exoskeleton in Monolith colors was standing. On the weapon rack next to the suit was a massive FN MAG general purpose machine gun, with a Vikher carbine adapted for use as a pistol leaning next to it on a shelf.
As he examined the armor and weaponry, the door to the room was pushed open and a man entered. "It is good to see you have recovered, champion." The man said, "Let me help you into your armor, then you should see the High Preacher." After a few minutes, Owen was back inside the comforting fit of an exoskeleton, the familiar drone of the hydraulics resonating through the room. Slipping the carbine into its specially built thigh holster and slinging the FN MAG over his back. Owen followed the mans directions to the High Preacher.
Jericho was an impressive site, larger than Owen by almost a full head and clad in a masterpiece of an exoskeleton. Bowing as much as his suit would allow, Owen said "I am ready to carry out the bidding of the great Monolith, High Preacher."
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Post by Karcentric on Jun 28, 2010 10:32:48 GMT -5
Rusty chuckled, "Yeah I guess they might be a little pissed off if we came stomping back wearing their gear, hence why I held onto my sunrise suit. Stupid fucking bastards." He muttered lounging on the couch shutting his eyes and waited for the emission to finish.
"So, what's a mixed bag of people like you doing all the way up here? You're not Duty's vanguard, you're not packing enough heat or men for that, not to mention they're not from Duty it would seem. So what gives? Ambitious artifact hunting? Hunting someone?" Big Orange asked.
"We're looking for someone and it's cost us dearly already." Rurik said quietly motioning to Harmund who was slumped on the ground. "He lost his younger brother, a tragic loss for him and terrible morale loss for our group."
"As for who were hunting I don't think that concerns you for now. General Voronin wants to talk to this man face to face, he didn't tell me why. So how long have you been scouting Pripyat? Come by anything of use?"
"God knows what sort of thing could be lurking down here." Seth muttered
Turning on the basic NV of his suit Karc drew the razor sharp blade he'd taken from Torch's corpse back in Red Forest. Holding it ready and spinning it he followed Seth and the group into the basement. Several rodents rushed at the group from different directions, kicking violently at the closest one sent it sailing into the darkness at high speed before are solid thud from it's impact, he slashed another in half and stomped on another. More were scampering around nipping at the groups ankles but were systematically being wiped out.
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Post by Afterburner on Jun 28, 2010 14:40:03 GMT -5
"Aw! Little...Bastards...Agrh!"
The rodents swarmed them, furiously biting and clawing at the group, but fell just as quickly as they rose. Soon enough, the group was standing in a pile of about forty dead, mutated rat bodies.
"Guess we should have knocked. A'ight, should we check this place? I don't want to sit down on a rat or-WHOA!"
As he turned around, he nearly hit something in front of him. Carefully, he stepped back and turned on his NV.
An incredibly tall, scar-covered, sleeping bloodsucker was standing in front of him with its head rhythmically rising and falling on its chest.
"Everybody, back up, back up!"
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As Gad slowly descended down the staircase, he kept thinking about his old life. He remembered the warehouse night and the raid. He remembered ending up in the Zone. His thoughts were clear, and his way was open.
He could easily walk out on the Monolith, leave them now, when he was no longer bound by their will...but he still felt something which tied him to the Crystal, something which pulled him back to that mysterious reactor, something which forced him to protect it. And yet, he did not oppose it. He stopped at the ground level, and approached a group of "his own"...Stalkers, who, despite their free will, still kept to one and only Monolith.
He sat on a crate next to a campfire, trying to warm himself up. The wood was crackling as the flames surrounded it. Despite the raging blowout outside, the building was unnaturally quiet.
"What are we doing here?"
He spoke without looking away from the fire.
"I asked clearly: What are we doing here? Do you all remember who you are? Do you know who you were, at least?"
The men turned to themselves, murmuring.
"We have our own free will. We talk, we reason, we think...Why remain here? We could easily walk out, right now, and completely turn away from this place...Yet, we still stay here."
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"He can not protect himself from both sides; therefore it is logic to assume that we catch him from opposing sides! I will try to lure him out, you catch him from behind!"
He stormed out of the hallway, barely dodging an incoming fireball. The burer roared with rage as it lifted a table, before violently flinging it at the wall behind which Khan disappeared. The monster started telekinetically lifting every single object in the room before throwing it at its prey.
Just when it thought it was gaining an advantage, the monster made a mistake. It stood just between Khan and Lutiy. The burer barely managed to raise his arms before two bullets slammed into it's arms. Once again, the burer roared, this time sending a telekinetic shock-wave of such power that it knocked the two stalkers straight off their feet. Still roaring, it retreated down the staircase.
Khan stood up. There was a deep cut over his face which was bleeding severely.
"We must end its life before it disappears further into the underground! Quick, Kiril, we must lose no time!"
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Post by Basil on Jun 28, 2010 17:39:09 GMT -5
"Not sure telling Mr Incognito anything about your mission is such a good idea, Rurik", said Maginot wrily. The cellar was still shaking from the effects of the emission outside.
Maginot took his PDA out and looked at it, blinking slightly as he saw the signals vanish one by one, just like on Victor's PDA. Mag's PDA had never done that before, and this little piece of equipment (made out of old bits of mobile telephones and a blackberry) was pretty tough.
"Strange...". Maginot said worriedly. "My PDA is croaking too."
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Post by Διμι on Jun 29, 2010 0:47:12 GMT -5
Victor glanced at his sensors again as the rumbling slowly faded "Radiation and psy-emission levels are finally falling." he announced "looks like this blowout has spent what it had." The medic frowned as he glanced at his PDA "Still no signals from outside of Pripyat, though. We've lost all communication with Rostok still, and it's not coming back for some strange reason. No signal from Seth either, or anyone else for that matter. It's like the entire rest of the Zone suddenly disappeared from around this place."
He cautiously pried open the door and took a step up the stairs. The geiger counter on his sleeve began ticking slightly, but the suit's protective properties would more than compensate for it. His Vintorez at the ready, Victor carefully walked up the stairs and into the main room of the shop. The area was deathly quiet, almost unnaturally. Small glowing particles drifted through the air, dust lifted up and turned into radiant floating specks by the power of the emission.
The geiger counter steadily calmed as the dust settled, and Victor motioned for the rest of the team to emerge. "We need to look sharp. I don't like the looks of this at all." he muttered, glancing at his lifeless PDA again. The loner quietly crept up to the windows, and glanced outside. The sky was clearing, the clouds a glowing yellow, steadily fading back to grey. But something was already wrong.
"I'll be damned..." muttered the loner, staring into the shimmering, scarcely visible film that seemed to form a huge, dome-shaped bubble around and over the entire city "anyone have any idea what the fuck this is?"
"Shit..." Seth cursed almost soundlessly. The bloodsucker was even more enourmous than the alpha he and Vasily had faced down at Yantar previously. Even in it's hunched position, with its head curled on its chest, the beast stood an easy seven feet.
"Everyone get back to the stairs," he whispered quietly, as the rumbling of the blowout suddenly seemed to fade away. "Fuck, the blowout's coming to an end. All of the mutants should be waking up any time now, shit..." the Freedomer slowly stepped forward, tightening his grip on the USP as he raised its sights to meet the creature's cranium. One shot, he thought, one shot would be enough to blow this monster's brain to pieces.
His finger tightened in a practiced manner on the trigger. He would never miss, this was hardly his first time disposing of sleeping bloodsuckers.
Then, almost as if the Zone had been anticipating his very move, the blowout gave one, final tremor as it finally ended, making the Freedomer lose his balance just as the creature's eyes opened and its head lifted.
There was an almost idiotic pause as every single stalker in the room trained their eyes on the awakened bloodsucker, with the massive beast returning the stare out of its expressionless, glowing yellow eyes.
Lutiy sprang to his feet, gathering up the AK that had been thrown from his hands with the force of the creature's attack and slinging it over his back. He saw Khan sprint in front of him just as the burer's grey cloak swept down the stairs. The bandit's ribs ached slightly from their brief acquaintance with the floor, but he found he could keep up with the guide as the latter lead.
Just as he jumped the staircase the creature had disappeared down, Lutiy noticed it start to turn a corridor to the right. With a lightning fast draw, he sent a bullet from the Desert Eagle into its side, causing it to stumble and fall for a second as it turned. The monster was back on its feet in seconds, however, and continued its flight in spite of the wounds it had sustained.
"Go, finish the damn thing off!" he roared, sprinting down the corridor after Khan, who in the meantime had gained a good lead on him.
Leon pushed the door to the stairwell carefully open. Bright light streamed into the buildings, radiating off of the clouds blanketing the sky outside, but it was no longer the ominous crimson of the blowout in full force, rather simply a yellowish, fading afterglow.
The mercenary shielded his eyes from the glow, examining the sky carefully. A thin, film-like bubble enveloped the entire city, its boundary clearly visible, meeting the ground not too far behind the farm from the direction of which they had just come from. "The fuck?" he muttered, bewildered.
The bubble seemed almost wall-like, shimmering slightly, but for the most part transparent. Beyond it, he could see the woodlands covering the rest of the Zone, as well a rapidly clearing sky. Pripyat was isolated, he realized suddenly, cut off by a spatial anomaly with no exit, until it would decide to disappear.
But that was hardly their concern for the moment. There was much unfinished business in Pripyat to take care of before even considering an escape plan. And, Leon thought viciously, Lutiy would have no place to escape now...
"Let's go, team!" he called, sticking his head back inside the door frame "emission's over, it's time for us to get what we came here for, and no, I don't mean the booze."
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Jun 29, 2010 2:20:53 GMT -5
Staring fixedly at the massive bloodsucker before them, Vasily murmerd "What a magnificent specimen." Tightening his hold on the pistol grip of his M468 Vasily raised the rifle, ready to fire. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Seth raise his arm and point the barrel of his USP directly between the eyes of the bloodsucker. He'd better not miss, this one is at least a full head taller than the alpha in Yantar. Vasily thought.
Just as the Freedom leader was about to pull the trigger, the emission gave out one last tremor. As the members of the group steadied themselves, the bloodsucker's eyelids snapped open. Time seemed to temporarily stop, the group and the Bloodsucker stood there, staring at each other. The beast gave out a deafening roar, and lunged towards the left of the group. Vasily opened fire on the Bloodsucker, three of the bullets smashed into the monster's shoulder, tearing away the arm from the rest of the body. Letting out a roar of pain, the creature threw itself into the group, flailing with its remaining arm.
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Following Leon out the door, Rodent heard the man mutter "The fuck?". Peering to the side of the exo-clad stalker, he could see a distorted film that surrounded the entire city like a massive dome, "Jesus Christ.." he said, "What the hell is that thing?"
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Harmund gazed out at the film like bubble surrounding the city, "Anyone have any idea what the fuck this is?" he could hear Victor ask. "Beats me," he replied, "Some kind of anomaly I guess. Whatever it is, it's interfering with all of our communications. I think our best bet would be to see if there's any way of getting back through it, it could stay intact for days or even weeks."
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Post by Basil on Jun 29, 2010 2:43:02 GMT -5
"Damn". Said Duke, staring at the strange shape over Pripyat. "Looks like a dome or some shit like that. A space bubble."
"-Let's go, team!" he heard Leon shout. Duke put his hands up, uncertain of what to do now.
"-Whoa whoa, calm down sonny boy. A giant fucking light dome's been dumped over our fucking heads, and the question is can we actually get out of this shimmering muck? Are we trapped here in Pripyat with all the beasties and fanatic freaks? Is killing Lutiy so important that none of us will be able to leave this city?"
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Maginot, Adder leaning on his shoulder, stumbled out of the cellar. He stared at the weird glowing dome that had formed around the abandoned Soviet city.
"Wh...what the fu...?", said Adder groggily. As soon as the emission had ended, her little trip had ended too. "What the fuck is that shit?"
"-No idea", said Maginot, "an anomaly of some kind maybe..."
He had heard of stories about space anomalies, Mobius rings where space was twisted into a loop into which stalkers would walk and get trapped. Was this a Mobius ring?
"I hope it's not one of those Mobius rings I heard about", he said to Leon, "where stalkers get trapped in the same clearing for weeks on end and more often than not die of thirst."
"-Well that's nice innit", Adder remarked sagely, letting go of Maginot's shoulder and stepping into the street, her arms spread out before her as if she were beholding some terrible sight. "Stuck in the Zone's nicest holiday resort, complete with Bloodsucker hookers, Monolith strippers and a pseudodog bartender. All we need is the sea, some sun and some sex."
Maginot laughed and shook his head at Adder's sarcasm. "There's bound to be a way out of this somewhere..."
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Post by Karcentric on Jun 29, 2010 5:22:53 GMT -5
Rusty clicked the visor back into place and picked up his back following the others taking little interest in the dome, feeling slightly dismayed about not visiting the bottle shop. Looking at his PDA he banged it on the wall when he found it had no signal, shaking it he banged it a bit harder. "No signal, must be that fucken dome." He said waving his hand above his head.
Tucking the PDA into his pocket he clutched his stolen Steyr looking about the area scanning for hostiles. "What now boss? Where do we go?" He asked Leon.
Rurik looked at the Dome in fascination, walking towards the edge of it he drew his pistol and attaching a silencer to it he fired at the domes wall, the bullet exploded into a shower of sparks. "Well looks like we won't be walking out of here, I wonder if it's blocked the tunnels underneath the city too?" Rurik muttered to himself and the group. Holstering the pistol he looked about, "Ironically we're safer in here than out there, yes there is still the Monolith troops and mutants roaming but we don't have to worry about anymore getting in."
Holding the heavy MG he walked forward slowly unsure where to go, "I suppose we should start cleaning this place of Monolith troops first, Merc what do you know about their numbers in the city, and which buildings do they occupy? Apart from the town centre which is obviously over run with those fanatic bastards."
Karc moved away from the group as soon as saw the sleeping bloodsucker, after it awoke and attacked the group he whipped out his Colt but couldn't get a clear shot, putting the gun back in the holster he decided to do something very stupid, spinning the blade he began to sneak around behind the angry beast as it threw itself at them, taking a running jump he plunged the blade into the beast's back.
The bloodsucker reared back taking a hefty swing at him and making contact it knocked him off his feet rolling into a pile of dead rodents he looked up to see the beast's head get pulverized by several of the group's members shooting at once it wavered before falling to the ground. Standing he could feel a slight pain where the bloodsucker had thumped him. Giving the group a thumbs up he wrenched the blade out of the beast's back wiping it clean and seething it again.
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Post by Fusebox on Jun 29, 2010 22:39:12 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, the monolith are all in this general direction," Fyodor replied, sarcasm dripping through his voice while his arms flailed about, pointing to the entire city, "I was here a matter of minutes before meeting you! I have no fucking clue where to even begin!" The merc kicked a rock across the street, punctuating his frustration. "We're now stuck in a city, along with what we can assume to be a very well entrenched, well equipped enemy who vastly outnumbers us and who probably knows the terrain down to the placement of the very stone I just kicked. And you want to startvshooting the place up!?" Fyodor glared at the dutier through the tinted eye holes of his gas mask. Taking a deep breath to calm himself before speaking, he began again. "Look, now is not the time to be flying blind. I say we bunker up in one of those apartment buildings and send out a few scouts. Have them get our bearings, some intel on the enemy forces. After that I'll consider maybe helping you in clearing this place out."
Fyodor hefted his assault rifle and turned to walk away, "If you need me I've got some recon to do. If you decide to be smart, I'll be in radio contact and I'll meet up with you once I have a good idea of the enemy presence. Until then I'm gone." With his two cents spoken, Fyodor began jogging across the street towards some dilapidated buildings, intent on doing what he'd just said.
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Post by Basil on Jul 7, 2010 14:47:35 GMT -5
"If you need me I've got some recon to do. If you decide to be smart, I'll be in radio contact and I'll meet up with you once I have a good idea of the enemy presence. Until then I'm gone", said the mercenary before taking off down the street. Adder looked sarcastically after the man and Maginot knew exactly what was coming.
"-Sure, bugger off, do the lone cowboy", she hissed, "if we ever need a Texas Ranger we - aahhh...ggaacchhh!"
Maginot sprung forward as Adder dropped to her knees, her hands clutching at her throat. She appeared to be choking.
"-Adder? Are you all right?", asked Maginot worriedly. The abnormally powerful emission could have affected her somehow...in her current state, there was no telling what such things could do to her.
Adder kneeled on the ground for a while, breathing slowly while Maginot held her by the shoulders. Finally, she got up, rubbing her throat and looking perplex.
"-My throat seemed to be contracting when I spoke. It's as if...it was as if my vocal chords had stiffened and my tongue had become numb."
"-Strange, but we can't worry about this right now. We need to find a safe place where we can hide from the Monolith and the mutants...and who knows, maybe there'll be more emissions later on."
Maginot stepped away from Adder and walked across the cracked tarmac of the street, cracks out of which sprouted greyish grass. A rusty sign post partly overgrown with some greyish climbing planet stood near them, and Maginot looked at the directions it gave.
"The music school and the kindergarten seem to be safe bets, although I might be wrong. Anyone have any other suggestions?"
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Post by Afterburner on Jul 10, 2010 15:06:46 GMT -5
"His fury has ended. A thousand candles suddenly extinguished. Move on. We're going out."
The Monolith group picked up and left the building. There was something wrong with the sky. Gad barely managed to see what was going on. He rushed back into the building, barking out orders to the men behind him. He stormed into the room where the High Preacher was standing next to a man he had never seen before. He nodded to the man and started:
"High Preacher, there is something out there. In the sky. It looks as if though we are...trapped in this city. Is this another sign of His wrath?"
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"Shit. Shit. Shit . Man, I told you there were zombies out here. Are we breaking through?"
Burner looked at his PDA. He was rapidly receiving beeps about figures approaching the building, with the numbers constantly increasing. He could hear the moaning getting louder from above, and something broke upstairs. Dimitri put a fresh magazine into his VAL, and slowly stepped out first. He signaled the others to move onwards. Just before they got out of the basement, he aimed his VAL at the door. Something, or someone was trying to break in.
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He heard the man shouting behind him and just before the burer could slip down the stairs, Khan jumped and grabbed the monster, crashing down the stairs. Just as they reached the bottom, Khan lost his grip on the monster's arm and it disappeared into the darkness. Khan jumped up, once again, yelling to Lutiy:
"Grab him! I will not let him escape!"
Just as he said that, he heard something thump against the floor. He approached the burer, who was now trying to get up. He approached the being which was now frantically trying to get up. He raised his rifle, but something interrupted him. Something which he would remember for the rest of his life.
"NO! NO! NO...NO HURT!"
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