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Unread 24 Jun 2005, 16:32   #101
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

[ooc - Good point Rich - Why were we offered the choice of standard uniform anyway if we aren't going to be wearing it though? Blah -ooc]

Frank frowned a little. He was hoping noone had noticed that he'd turned off from the tour guide's little talk. Looks like he should have been paying more attention, not worrying about his bladder.

"Good point Ma'am" he nodded, and went back to the Armoury. Taking down some Mark I armour, he put it on and tightened it to fit snugly. Rearranging his various belt compartments, he smiled. "Is that ok?"

Private Byrn sat on his bed, and looked up at this crew. A huge amount of guns here - thankfully. He was happy with his pistol, as long as he knew he'd have decent backup from his team. And in return, he'd patch up their uniform, fix their machinery, and do his best at being a technician for the team.

"Anyone know when we're going to be assigned to our duties?" he said, a little grimly.
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OOC: lol Heiro /ooc

Hearing Grave speak again, Teran turned his head to hear a civilized response to the woman who had just finished chewing out Byrn, and an additional "Yeah, anyone who meets you and falls in 'foe' category will need a man in all black and white. Though I suppose you might consider yourself an evangelist. Burn the heretics, armour and all, eh?" directed at him.

Teran let out a laugh. "No no no, that doesn't quite work here. Most armor is flame proof remember? Turning back to the female, he comments: "We may work semi-decently together. You make holes in said flame-proof suit, and I set the insides on fire. Doesn't sound like a bad combination to me at any rate!

Turning back to Grave: "One thing that makes me curious. You strike me as being rather over-dressed for a deadman walking, and that mentioning of hanging earlier, doesn't strike me as a position of glory warranting that nice amount of weaponry... Is this your punishment then? Working on Mars?"

After he finishes his question, Teran ponders his suit a bit. He quips: "Now that rambo here has put my mind to it... I would imagine extra ammo couldn't hurt... Anyone know of some other pockets on this suit thing I've missed? "

Hearing a voice from one of the bunks, he sees Byrn sitting on one of them, pondering his new uniform. He asks out loud when we start these duties... But teran just shrugs. "I really have no idea.... but I'm guessing once everyone's all suited up and ready"

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Unread 25 Jun 2005, 16:35   #103
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Unread 25 Jun 2005, 17:32   #104
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ooc- Uhh, Bakan? Did you by chance miss my profile? Or have we both been waiting for the other to do something to get 'me' started off? -ooc
ooc: err... there hasn't been any personalized posts yet... it's all been rather general. just throw yourself in before the DM comes up... /ooc
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Unread 25 Jun 2005, 23:07   #105
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

DM Time

After about 10 minutes, Lt. Harrison starts barking orders again.

“Okay you sniveling dogs, form up, single line!”

As you all form up, he paces in front and behind you, checking over your armor, weapons and other equipment you choose to use. Grunting to himself, walks in front of you and sighs.

“You all are the sorriest set of replacements we ever got, but you are all that we have. Might as well start breaking you all in. I have three choices for your duties on the first day. Ready, here does. Option #1: Assist some technicians with external repair work to the Alpha hanger bays. Your armors will keep you nice and cozy while out of the base, and we need extra muscle out there clearing debris and checking over for any residual damage. Option #2: We have a civilian missing since this morning. We don’t know where he is, otherwise he wouldn’t be missing. His ID card was last used in a old section of Sector Zeta shortly after you all arrived here, so I want some volunteers to check out the area, get a nice feel of it and see if you find him. Finally, option #3, standard boring patrol of Sector Alpha. Essentially you walk around, assist civilians, and look like you know which barrel of your weapon spits death.”

Pausing for a moment, he looks over all your helmeted faces, and nods.

“Remember what training you got, keep your armor intact, and you will find Mars to be a nice and happy place. Now, for option one, exit this area, take a left, follow the signs on the floor to the hanger bay, which is just down a corridor. Option #2, head back to the monorail, a veteran will be there to escort you back. Option #3, you tell me you are going on patrol, then exit. Finally, we strongly suggest a buddy system, so pair up with at least one other Marine and keep them in your sight at all times. DISMISSED!”
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Unread 25 Jun 2005, 23:10   #106
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[ooc]When I took my weapon I assumed I took as much ammo as I could get. To be honest, i'm too lazy to edit it in[/ooc]

Grave had been waiting for that one

"Given the combat lifespan on a standard placement is two weeks. The lifespan on this placement I would suspect is around five years, the time of minimum marine service. I'd say thats taking a noose to me, and to the men I used to serve with. At least the captain will be dead before me..."

Grave smirks and looks to the hawk eyed ranker in the room.

"Though I'm a reformed man, my godly friend. So long as everybody we meet is like you, we should have no trouble"

At that opportune moment the lt pipes up. Grave almost immediately steps forward.

"I'll take that search and rescue. I need to learn the layouts and defensible positions and at least do part of my job."
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Unread 25 Jun 2005, 23:31   #107
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“You all are the sorriest set of replacements we ever got, but you are all that we have. Might as well start breaking you all in. I have three choices for your duties on the first day. Ready, here does. Option #1: Assist some technicians with external repair work to the Alpha hanger bays. Your armors will keep you nice and cozy while out of the base, and we need extra muscle out there clearing debris and checking over for any residual damage. Option #2: We have a civilian missing since this morning. We don’t know where he is, otherwise he wouldn’t be missing. His ID card was last used in a old section of Sector Zeta shortly after you all arrived here, so I want some volunteers to check out the area, get a nice feel of it and see if you find him. Finally, option #3, standard boring patrol of Sector Alpha. Essentially you walk around, assist civilians, and look like you know which barrel of your weapon spits death.”


After hearing Lt. Pompous bark out his orders, Teran stood quietly and evaluated his options. Realizing very quickly that outside-base detail didn't suit him with his lack of strength and fear of dying a horrible, vaccuum-inflicted death, Teran was thinking that perhaps the search and rescue was the way to go. Although assisting civilians could be interesting, if they're all as stressed as this LT. seems to be, then maybe it would be better if I hung around the -not so strung up ones-

Teran's attention was diverted to Grave quipping another remark in the LT's general direction this time, and volunteering for the search and rescue.

"Well, at least I'll know someone in this mess of things" he sighs, and steps forward just behind Grave.... "I'll take option 2 SIR" in the best formal salute as he could manage given the somewhat bulky uniform.

Looking again at grave, he could almost make out the beginnings of a smirk on the man's face...

Finally, before heading back to the mono-rail, Teran once again visits the weapons area to check for any lonely clips of 232 ammo. Seeing a few, he decides to be greedy, and shoves them rather forcibly into the same socket as his medi-kit. "eh. They'll all fit!"

Teran makes one final check of his suit and gear before wandering towards the mono-rail.
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Unread 27 Jun 2005, 01:54   #108
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Maybe there'd be some fun to be had on patrol. With people apparantly going loco, he might just be able to shock baton someone, or maybe, just maybe, fill'em with some holes. All in good fun and good sportsmanship, of course.

"Do I just walk around the base, or do you have something specific you'd like me to patrol.... Sir."

Everyone here was bitchy and grumpy. If not, they'd likely soon be. John was just fitting in with the crowd really.
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Unread 27 Jun 2005, 02:17   #109
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Just as Karen is finishing the rather elongated procedure of filling two 50 round shotrifle magazines with alternating solid and shot shells; an annoyingly familiar voice starts yelling insults at the room in general. She closes her eyes for half a second, breathes in slowly and turns round, lining up the inspection line and waits for this lieutenant to pronounce them unfit for use as disposable lavatory utensils – or something along those lines. Why all low end officer ranks come with a built in superiority complex has always puzzled her.

The general denouncement is far shorter than expected when it finally comes and seems to be rather rushed, all the better really as far as she’s concerned. The mission selection requires even less thought than standing to attention did. Shift rocks for hours, pretend the corridors are interesting for hours, or find a lost guy in a part of the base where half the stuff doesn’t work and the other half doesn’t exist..

Stepping forward and snapping to attention slightly to the front of the two other rescuees - which happens to put her exactly 18 inches to the left of Lieutenant Harrison’s right ear - Karen reports:

“Corporal Snivelling Bitch requesting to go with the rest of this sorry lot, Sir!”

In one motion she takes the helmet from its hook on the back of her waist salutes and locks it into place, almost managing to make the salute into a part of attaching the helmet. As soon as she does it she realises that you shouldn’t get pissed off and pick a fight with your commanding officer on the first day, regardless of whether he’s a moron who just told you to do two shifts before getting any sleep. Oh well, if he takes offence, so be it..
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Unread 27 Jun 2005, 06:31   #110
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Dylan knew the best way to learn the ins and outs of a base was well to wander around semiaimlessly, in regular terms, go on patrol.

"Sir I will take Private and Patrol the area." Dylan said to the Lt. who was obviously one of the worst commanders this side of Europa. Afterall there might have been som paramiecums on Io that could do a worse job of calimng a bunch of replacements after a intersting welcome.

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Unread 27 Jun 2005, 12:24   #111
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John looked at some ass that was referring to him. Managing to stop himself from rolling his eyes, he thinks something along the lines of bloody ****in' yeah, company WOO and wonder if anyone'll miss him if I don't bring him back....
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Hearing an all-too-familiar voice in the backdrop: "“Corporal Snivelling Bitch requesting to go with the rest of this sorry lot, Sir!”" Teran turns around to see ms. rambo herself gesturing towards both him and Grave.

A flicker of amusement crossed Teran's face, as he realized that this could turn out to be an interesting assignment after all. He pulls out his PDA and starts looking for anything that could outline the map of sector Zeta. Remembering what was said about the sector being somewhat un-used...

Looking up, he comments: "Hope this guy is alright... I wonder if we should request another med team just in case this guy is suffering from side effects as well.... What do you think Grave?"
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Frank watched 3 of the marines volunteer for a Search and Rescue, and the other 2 go for routine patrols.

He supposed that the technican mission was more suited to him, but as there was noone to buddy up with, he reconsidered it. Why was a buddy system "strongly suggested"? He thought for a second, and decided that as the job for Option #1 seemed to be mostly shifting debris, his skills would be as useless as they would for the other two jobs.

"I'll join you on the patrolling, if that's ok Sir" he said to the commanding officer, with the name "DYLAN" written in block capitals on the left side of his chest. "Private Byrn, Technician Class III"

Donning his armour, and ensuring his gun was equipped properly, he looked up.

"Shall we head off then?"

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John eyed the two goofballs that apparantly wanted to patrol as well. They both just seemed eager to piss and sod off, instead of, like he did, asking the sensible question of what exactly and where precisely to patrol. As not social as he was being, their sheer idiotic sense of duty made more up for it. And of course, he'd be happy to speak up about this. "So you both think it's a good idea to just sod off like witless bastards, instead of actually asking what area they want us to patrol specifically?" He half rolled his eyes while saying so, not really caring if any of the two outranked him. What were they going to do, make him work? Good Heavens, please not! It would be as if, as if, they weren't going to be pulling double or maybe even ****ing lucky triple shifts already!
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Grave shifts uneasily. The ranking marine was coming with them, how wonderful.

"It wouldn't hurt to prep them, but given it would require us to find him first..."

"And given its current age and design, i'd say its a veritable warren of tunnels and walkways in disrepair. Still, on the bright side it beats doing what we'd be doing for the next five years and it's a on the first day"

Grave smirks and moves toward the door, removing the clip from his weapon as he goes, he realises that he no longer has the perogative to suggest they move quickly and get the hell on with things. Leaning against the frame waiting for the order, Grave checks the loading mechanism and fiddles with loading a 30 round clip of scatter shells. Satisfied he could repeat at speed, Grave quickly changes the clip back to a 50 solid. Hefting the rifle to his shoulder to gather the weight, he points it around the room, ending up pointed at the lt. Before being spotted, Grave lowers the rifle.

"In a room like this the recoil on this thing should still make it buck like a wild untamed bull. I hope this armour is well calibrated..."
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[ooc] Okay, time to split you all up. Look for your name, then read the section following it. If you want, and I suggest, read the other sections. However, do not have your post reflect stuff that is not in your section.

Also, you lazy bums that didn’t post which mission you wanted, I gave you one. Have fun.[/ooc]
  • Squad #1 – Assisting with External Hanger Bay Repairs in Sector Alpha
    • Spritely Zombie
    • Mad Cat
    • Hewitt
    • Adam

    Being the last three not to reply to which mission you want, Lt. Harrison spins towards you.

    “Well well well, we got some lazy bums here who don’t want to pick a mission. Well, I think that you shall do some manual labor. You three, get your asses towards the Hanger Bay and help lift debris for the next 8 hours or so.”

    Lt. Harrison’s glare is more than enough to send the three of you away. Luckily for you all, despite not having a tour guide, you see several painted arrows along the walls and floors, badly scuffed and chipped, yet labeled clearly enough to make out the words ‘Hanger Bay’ and guide you towards the Hanger Bay.

    As you all walk through the base, you all see how run down it has become. Panels are open all over the place, spilling out electronics, many of them apparently working via patchwork repairs. Hearing several loud beeps, you all move out of the way of the corridor as a heavy load-lifter passes you, carrying several large crates, with two technicians walking alongside, grumbling and complaining about how UAC sent the wrong shipment. Apparently instead of sending jackhammers and repairs equipments, 24 chainsaws were shipped instead, and as one technician cried out, what does one need with chainsaws on Mars.

    Reaching the main doors to the Hanger Bay, you are stopped by a UAC Marine. Fully covered in Mark 1 Armor that has various logo’s painted on it, he looks at you, his expression hidden by his helmet. His voice has a artifical sound to it as he speaks.

    “You all must be the newbies that Harrison sent down to help. We got most of the heavy debris moved out of the way, but now we are looking for several bodies that got blown out of the bay and other debris. Thus you are getting to step out on the surface of Mars. The entire landing strip is to be checked for damage, debris, and bodies. Get in, and watch out, the entire bay is depressurized, so once you pass through this airlock, you only have your armor oxygen supply. There should be some O2 tanks to the side, I would suggest using them to boost your oxygen supply. Get moving.”

    As you enter the airlock, you hear the door screech shut, obviously from lots of use. The air is slowly exhausted from the chamber, and the other sets of doors open, giving you a nice view of the hanger bay. The entire left end of it is blackened and burned, with melted metal fused all along the wall and deckplates. Two suited figures are at work with torches burning the melted plates into squares for removal. The right side is stacked with pieces of debris. The hanger doors themselves, all four of them are wide open, giving you a look at the Martian surface. Normally the hanger would be separated into four sections, however the separating bulkheads were either heavily damaged or removed to help with the repairs.

    Walking along towards the doors, you all see about 6 Marines working with heavy power tools on various pieces of debris, cutting them down to more manageable sizes. It appears that they are mostly working on the remains of one of the hanger bay doors. Your radios crackle to life as one of them Marines looks at you.

    ”Hey newbies. This landing strip goes for about 200 meters, then it’s a sharp dropoff. There are some catwalks underneath, you all are to scout those out, keeping your eyes open. Move out.”

    Looking around, you see the catwalk stairs going down, and thus follow them down.

  • Squad #2 – Search and Rescue of Civilian in Sector Zeta
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    As the first squad leaves, Lt. Harrison looks at all of you with something the seems to be more in lines of respect.

    “Well, you three are either stupid or brave, volunteering to hunt down a civilian on a base you only just arrived. Hell, I might just start liking you all here. Anyways, it is your lucky day, for this will keep you out of my hair for a good long time. Well, get your asses moving, that lost civilian won’t be coming out of lostland on his own. Once you find him, don’t ask him anything, just escort him to the security station. Move out!”

    Leaving the Marine barracks, you find it fairly easy to make your way back to the monorail station. This time it seems that the corridors are mostly deserted, only a small handful of people scattered about, many of them looking tired and haggard and not very interested in their jobs. The monorail station itself has only 2 civilians sitting on a bench, their dress indicating that they are maintenance technicians. They take among themselves, hardly noticing you. Their conversation seems to be mostly about a colleague of their named Ted, who juding from their conversation, went crazy and stepped into a plasma beam. The scary part according to them was that despite the back of his head missing, with the remains of his brain, he was clearly able to look around at the stunned people, and mouth out words before falling to the ground. By this point the monorail has arrived, and they board alongside you, noticing you and shutting up.

    The train ride passes uneventfully, and upon arriving at Sector Zeta, the technicians look to be scared of you. They quickly exit as you exit the train. Your earpieces crackle to life then.

    ”Marines, this is Harrison. Sector Zeta has a old communications disc, normally deactivated, but now we are reading that it is receiving power. Check it out, for we think that the civilian is not lost, but is trying to send out an unauthorized transmission. Stop him at all costs. I have uploaded a route to your PDA’s, Harrison out.”

    Following the route on your PDA’s, it is fairly easy to find the communications bunker. You pass a handful of civilians, even a Marine or two, but for the most part the corridors are bare. Reaching the entrance, you see that the door is locked from the inside according to the door panel. However, as Marines your PDA’s come equip with the master override for all Sector Zeta and Sector Alpha door, thus the door opens easily. Entering, you see a civilian, wearing a white lab coat of all things, working furiously at an oversize terminal, with the face of another civilian obscured by static on one of the many monitors.

    “…listen, this has gone to far, you MUST get the council to take action, he is pushing us to far…..”

    ”….I have done all that I can from this end. Try to stall him, ask for more time, need to verifty tests or some bullshit….”

    “…. I have already, he won’t listen. We are only a few ‘ports away from a breach, and if that happens, it will be uncontrollable, oh shit, I got company….. oh crap… another teleport….”

    The civilian turns to look at you, his face full of panic.

    “If you know what is good for you, DON’T stop me.”

    Turning back to the controls, he looks at the other civilian.

    “Look Sarah, I’m uploading all the information I took from the Omega labs, use them, make preparations…. Oh no….. we got a cascade breach going on here.”

    The monitors then are filled with static, and several alarms goes off, and the lights are to flicker uncontrollably before dying completely.

  • Squad #3 – Patrol of Alpha Sector Waste Reclamation Tanks
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    • Fishbone

    After the rest of the new Marines have left, Lt. Harrison turns to look at all of you.

    “Hmph. You all think you got it easy, wandering around, looking at the few female asses here, I see how it goes. To bad for your laziness, you get to patrol the waste reclamation system. What you are looking for you might be asking, simple. The system is a series of tanks and pipes that have as of late been developing leaks, so you get to walk through tanks full of shit that may burst open and cover you with it. Congratulations. Get moving!”

    Exiting the barracks, you don’t see any of the other Marines. Checking your PDA’s you find the location, and start walking. The sections you walk through gradually get worse and worse looking, with fewer and fewer people. Finally you reach the reclamation section. Even with you helmet filters, you can smell the stench of waste products, and the floor appears to be sticky. Entering the section proper, you see several large tanks, connected to each other by pipes, some of which seem to be suffering either from humidity of leaks, for liquids slowely drip from them at a steady rate. Walking between the tanks is a civilian, wearing what appears to be rain gear with a bio-hazard gas mask over his face. Looking at you, he starts to move as if laughing.

    “Looks like you pissed someone off by being stuck here. I was told to put you to work, so walk about, check for leaks and anything that looks out of the ordinary. Me, I’m taking a shower.”

    The civilian then exits the chamber, still laughing to himself. As the doors close, there is a abnormal sound, like the groaning of stressed metals, and in the distance steam shoots out of a conduit. The entire chamber shakes, and you dimly hear alarms coming from outside the chamber. Before you can move, the dim lights that were on flicker then die. As you look, your radio’s crackle and the voice of Harrison fills your helmets

    “Marines, we are suffering a power flicker, hold your position. Out.”

ALL!!!

All over the base, alarms go off, filling the corridors with noise. In concert with the alarms comes the flickering and the eventual dying of all the lights in base, in several instances the lights exploding, some of the explosions starting minor fires here and there. Then the entire base is filled with a deep, groaning sound, as if it was being torn open, then orange lights appear, shooting out streaking, curving beams everywhere that seem to both illuminate and absorb light, preventing focusing of the eyes. Then all the lights pulse, sending out a wave of orange energy, bringing everyone down to the floor. Slowly the groaning fades away, replaced by the alarms, and a small fraction of the surviving lights flicker back on, many of them continuing to flicker.

  • Squad #1 – Assisting with External Hanger Bay Repairs in Sector Alpha
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    • Adam

    Even outside the base, you are not immune to what happened. Your searching so far has uncovered a badly mangled corpse, apparently a random civilian, when you were knocked to the ground. Pulling yourselves out and blinking away the orange light, you all feel terrible headaches. Your first indication that something is wrong is when the corpse, which was nearby, slowly pushes itself up, then stands up, wobbling. Not wearing any type of spacesuit, and missing a arm and most of its face, it is perplexing why it is able to stand up, let alone take a swipe at Mad Cat the force of the blow sending him flying several meters, but relatively unharmed. Then you see sparks fly, and turning towards the squad of Marines working construction, you all see that they have pulling out their weapons, and with terrible aim, firing at you!

  • Squad #2 – Search and Rescue of Civilian in Sector Zeta
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    • Richard

    Picking yourselves up from the ground, you all feel a terrible headache appear. Looking towards the civilian, you see that the terminal he was working on is mostly dead. One of the monitors flickers, then appears to show some kind of lab with a orange portal, then with another wave of static a burning cave, before it explodes harmlessly. You then hear a groaning noise to you left. Those with flashlights activate them and aim then at the what is the civilian, curled into a ball. Looking into the light, you see that his eyes have gone completely white, no pupils evident, and he seems to be crying blood. It may be the brightness of the light beams, but it appears that his skin has taken on an unhealthy shade of paleness. Snarling at your lights, in the blink of a eye he leaps at you, swinging widely, the first several blows missing and smashing various pieces of durable equipment with easy, moving with such speed he almost seems to be a blur. To make matters worse, you hear behind you footsteps, then gunfire, then see sparks fly from various places at the 3 Marines behind you open fire, strangely their aim seems to be really really shitty.

  • Squad #3 – Patrol of Alpha Sector Waste Reclamation Tanks
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    Picking yourselves off the floor that seems to have a thin layer of human waste on it, you first notice the sounds of running water. You then notice with the dim flickering lights was appears to be a small wave heading your way, a wave with a unhealthy brown hue to it. Sprinting as fast as you all can, you manage to leap up the stairs that lead to the entrance, letting the wave of waste crash against them. You then hear the sound of groaning metal, then the sound of tearing metal and more noises of wastes bursting free.

    Ignoring your orders to stay in the chamber, you all quickly exit and one of you hit the emergency seal to the chamber. A massive bulkhead shoots from the ceiling, sealing off the room and its messy leaks. It is about this time that you notice a snarling sound, and turning around, you see three civilians in the dim lighting. Besides the snarling, you notice that they seem to have a case of bleeding eyes with a side of missing pupils. In addition, though it may be a trick of the light, they seem to have taken on a very unhealthy looking pale color. The three civilians then leap at you, slashing at you with their hands with such speed, and when one of their misses takes out a metal door control panel with easy, obvious strength, they are almost upon you in the time it takes to blink an eye.
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A pounding headache grips teran as he stumbles somewhat off balanced. Caught completely unaware, he looks up to see two monitors... one showing a weird, orange portal, and the other a burning cave. Eyeballing it for a minute, he notices a small series of shadows near each of them, or at least, he thinks he does.

Looking at the technician, now curled up on the floor... the beams of light from his and grave's flashlight shine upon him, noting a small pool of blood forming... dripping from his eyes, and a distinct lack of pupils.

"uhh... Grave? what the hell?"

His sentence cut off by the sudden uprising of the civilian, and the flailing of his fists through substantial amounts of equipment, Teran just stands there, frozen in fear. The civilian continues to flail in no particular direction or style, when Teran's attention is caught by a series of gunfire directly behind him.

Hearing a few bullets go whizzing by, Teran's senses return, and he yells to Grave and "snivelling bitch": "The hell?! Move it guys!"

Teran dives towards the closer wall, and hides behind another of the many computer terminals littering the room. Noting sadly that his flashlight would give him away, he reluctantly turns off the broad beam. Fortunately, the sparks from the rogue marine's weaponry gives away their location fairly well.

Noting that he can't see his two companions anymore, he yells out to them over the midst of the noise: "Grave, err... other person! Are you both alright?!"

Cringing as a bullet ricochets off the terminal, teran grabs out his pistol. Covering, but switching on the attached flashlight, he gives a quick shine over to where he suspects the civilian to be. Seeing little more than a trail of blood, he quickly scans the area with the beam. Not seeing him, his attention is diverted once more to the rogue marines still firing rather randomly into their general direction.

Eyeballing the fact they were wearing combat armor, Teran's hopes were kind of sunk of his 232 being more use than an annoyance. His flame-thrower on the other hand... he had an idea. Sneaking behind the terminal, and hugging the wall, teran started shimmying towards the group of marines behind the cover of the terminal. "Grave, now's the time to show me any war experience of yours. These suits are flame-proof... but make some holes, and I'll see what I can do!

"Marines, this is PVT. Teran 1st class requesting you cease fire immediately! I repeat! ceasefire immediately! We have a seeming case of insanity here! Requesting that you cease fire so I can examine the victim!"

Muttering to himself.... "This is what I trained to do... now hopefully I can just...."
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Oooooohh...... IT'S CLOBBERING TIME!

Quickly tapping the button on his left wrist with his right hand, the shock baton extends. Actually seeing it for the first time, Fluffie smiles, and a dark one too. It looked mean; and mean things would be just it's game. Focussing on the... freaks of Mars... he lets his right elbow shoot forward as he quickly steps in front of his group, these two were his. Sucker punching, or rather elbowing, and due to the Mark II's enhanced strenght, he volleys one of them right back where it came from, most likely with maybe a mild head-ache in the morning. Having done this and maybe even a bit in the same move, his shock baton moves down and backwards, before shooting forward and catching another of them crazed civilians between the legs... And it doesn't stop there, utilising the Armour's full capabilities, Fluffie sends the poor soul flying against the ceiling with his balls being electrocuted for most of the way there....

Assuming that the other two had, between the two of them, been able to deal with the third one, Fluffie looked down on his suit. It was all messy. On his first day. This was ****ed up, oh so ****ing ****ed up. Looking back at the bulkhead that had shot down, he looked at the person present with the highest rank. "Better tell them not to take a number 2..."
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Frank didn't want to use his pistol just yet. Mental civilians could be dealt with much more easily.

Watching his teammate dispatch two of them quickly with a baton, he pulled out his Power Crowbar and flicked it onto Charge setting. This emitted a large electric current between two tongs on the top that had extended. Similar to the tasers of the past, this was used mainly for charging equipment or cutting through wire.

He advanced on the one remaining civilian, who was lurching towards him. Putting the crowbar in front of him, he jammed it into the side of the guy's stomach and pressed the Activate button. Large blue lines of electricity burst from the end of his crowbar, and spread over the man's body. The man shook a bit and collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

Frank checked that the man wasn't going anywhere, and saw that there was a nasty burn where he had zapped him.

"Oh well" he thought "It's his own fault".

Turning the crowbar, he turned to the marine who was putting his baton away.

"How bizarre" he remarked.
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Grave sighs. The commanders here were not content with losing one man, oh no. Grave trudges through the gloom, wishing he really had shot the lt. The trip was shortlived, and the search even more so as a radio signal comes in from the lt, moaning about some rogue power spike. Events, it seems were to cascade frem there. Letting Teran take point as they near the door, Grave standing around three feet back. Watching Teran try the ldoor and finding it locked was a screamed trouble, in a loud voice that belonged in a spagetti western.
Grave heeded the call of the west, and flicked the safety off his rifle.
Meanwhile, the override worked its magic and the door swung open, greeting the scientist on the other side to a treat; 3 overarmed marines with an urge to impress.
The scientist, giving praise where its due did warn them not to stop him.

"I don't plan on it. Just as long as you'll back away from the terminal when you're do..."

Grave was, much to his open surprise, cut off mid sentence.
Then, the power flickers, and just to round the day off... it goes out.

*

Picking himself up, he sees, in someone elses flashlight beam, the civilian. Scanning the terminals grave sees nothing but static

"I should of shot him. God dam..."

Grave was cut off again, his time by what he sees rather than something else. Men crying blood may be ten apenny on mars, but it was only his first day and it scared him, and he'd seen some horrible things on the south american front. Sighting his gun to put the poor bastard out of his misery...
And he leaps, the flashlight beam follows. His moves seem sure, as if trained... but the scientists...
No time for thoughts about what was happening. Switching his mind onto automatic, the illusion of being somewhere else dropped over him. The far away look in combat marines' eyes, all the techical and psycological babble about mental scarring, its all true. The best cope by hiding it until its needed, and by god Grave thought he was the best.
The beam fumbles as the wielder moves back.
"Grave... What the hell... Move it!" is all he hears, coming in all at once.
The beam doesn't right itself for a moment, and Grave readies himself for the man with the bleeding eyes, his fear his ally and taking shelter away from what was about to happen.
The beam flashes up again and it illuminates Graves momentary worst nightmare.
Though you wouldn't of known it...
Standing up, Grave ducks the vicious lunge, and misjudging its speed ends up shunting it back, the man-beasts hands taking their opportunity to slam into his armour. Bringing his rifle around in a blindingly quick arch, he slams it into the mans face, and thanks to the strengh enhancements from his armour he is greeted by the sickening crunch of a shattered face and broken nose. Following through with a kick to the chest , just to be sure, he lowers his riflle to shoot it in the chest.
Then the rrom erupts with the sound of gunfire. Grave immediately drops and looking back toward the source of the shots, he catches sight of the second volley. Silently as possible, Grave moves toward Teran, his weapon raised to shoot into the gloomy darkness.
In reply to his bark of ceasefire, Grave looxs out with detached, cold eyes
"Your victim is sprawled out behind us. I broke his Jaw and nose, he should calm down now.Try to avoid being surrounded, it helps to avoid unnessasary deaths."

Raising his rifle, he sights it at the incoming muzzle bursts. Releasing the clip he shuffles in a 30 of scatter shells, and locking onto the next flash he prepares to squeeze the trigger.

[ooc]Assuming Rich ends up here[/ooc]

"Your orders, Ma'am. These scatters should hit the buggers at this range, and I'd say polite negociation has passed..."
Waiting for the ranking marine to respond, Grave follows the flares with his eyes, tracking the period it takes before these men need to reload.
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After receiving his orders John makes his way towards the hanger at the head of his small group. He silently inspects the damage, or lack of upkeep that the base had been subject to along this particular route, quietly mumbling to himself. When they reach the hangar John listens politely to the other marine, and when the talk is over he steps by the other man. After going through the hangar airlock he gets to get a look at the charred, fused metal of the wall, he whistles an exclamation.

Well well, they really weren't kidding when they said this place was trashed. Seems we have our work cut out for us...

As he and the rest of his group near the catwalks John checks over the two m232s that he had picked up at the armoury but leaves the Parker shotgun strapped to the back of his Mark 2 armour, leaving it for use as a last ditch effort. He also pulls out the flashlight, not trusting the facility's power systems, before walking onto the first of the metal walkways and heading down below the level of the hangar floor.
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[ooc I ain't putting that baton away, I might hit them some more later on, y'know, 'cause after all, this is Bakan's DOOM, duder. /ooc]

"Maybe. Good exercise: Definitely." replied John, smiling in a happy and dark, but obscured due to a helmet, way. Assuming by his reply that this Fishbone fellow wasn't the one ranking highest here, he turns to mrmao. "Tell them the loo is down, or I... they'll be using your face to wipe it all up." As he speaks, he slightly tilts his head, checking out the zom... erh... 'freaked out civilians' he had disposed of a few moments earlier. He so hoped they'd be getting up
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

After seeing his fellow marines laid waste to the three civillians, that definetly had something wierd about them. He radioed Lt. Harrison, "Um sir, we have a problem with the waste reclomation plant. I recomed everyone be issued a space suite and shovel. Because well the waste reclemation plant is covered in poo. We also have been attacked by three civillains, who appear pale, and pupiless. Requesting orders on how to procede."
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Once a few others post (Richard, Hewitt) next DM will take place.

Oh yeah, for those of you that think tasers and minor wounds will keep these zombies down for the count, heh.

I STRONGLY suggest you start beating the crap outta them now
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[ooc]Yes, but un all fairness we don't know that in character. Out of character i'd of beem happier laying waste to its head with a shotgun round or 6. Though the sort of damage dealt to its head could cause it to melt in the cool firey way.

Still, the fact that ic we know nothing tends to mean we get to learn the hard way.
That and I'm posting again once rich gets a post up [/ooc]
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[ooc I agree with Heiro. And please give me more zomb...scientists. You still remember the numbers I mentioned on MSN, right? /ooc]
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Jack runs down the corridor, nearly knocking over a pair of debating scientists.

"Damnit! Overslept again!" he yells as he leaps over a mass of cables trailing from an open maintenance hatch. He fumbles for his keycard and swipes it in the card slot. The armoury door slides open revealing a short corridor. Two automatic turrets twitch disturbingly above the far door. He sprints down the short corridor, covering the distance in 4 or 5 strides. He almost slams his palm against the scanner and swipes the keycard. The strangled beep is almost relieving as it accepts his clearance, allowing him inside.

He punches in the four digit code to open his locker and then sets about rifling through it's contents. Mk1 armour hangs on the specially designed hanger, and he hurriedly sets about suiting up. Grabbing his M463 and slinging the carry strap over his shoulder. He grabs his M232 and after a moments hesitation a power crowbar, then slams the locker closed before heading over to ammo storage. He locks his PDA into a wrist slot and almost immediately text scrolls down his helmets hud. Standard stuff, daily security reports, assignment and notification that another letter of reprimand was going to be placed in his permanent file. He tapped the PDA screen and the text winked out.

Grabbing four 50 round clips for his M463, he carefully checks them before sticking them in the armours holster slots. He then grabs a fifth, checks that and locks it into the rifle, checking very carefully that the safety was on first. He repeats the process with the M232 ammo.

Fully kitted out he stands and starts running again. The closer to the hangar he gets, the worse the general sense of disrepair gets, more maintenance hatches lie open, cables trailing out of them. An entire 50 meter section of corridor is without lighting, which reminds him to check his rifles flashlight attachment. The hangar bay airlock closes with it's customary teeth-grinding screech and he seals his helmet before the outer door opens, revealing the extent of the damage. His radio crackles to life.

"Hey newbie! Not a good start, you're late. Get down to the catwalks, now!"

Jack throws a hurried salute at the marine he hopes sent the message then bounds down the stairway to the catwalks. He sees his squad scouting out the catwalks almost immediately.

So, I wasn't that late... At least.

As he reaches for his radio controls something happens inside the base. The hangar lights flicker and die, alarms blaze into near-silent flashing activity. A deep groaning sound echoes through Mars' rarified atmosphere coming from the base. Orange lights dance through the blackness, twirling as though alive. Then the orange light is everywhere and he's falling.

His collision with the Martian surface knocks the air from his lungs and he lies where he fell for a moment, struggling to breath. He rolls over, coming face to face with a dead civilian. Not that you could really call it a face, most of the flesh looks melted and charred, obviously this poor fellow was in the hangar when it blew.

Jack struggles to his feet, checking himself over for any injuries as he does so. He looks up at the catwalk from which he fell, then past it to the hangar proper. He hears something move behind him and turns to see John 'Mad Cat', flying away as though struck. He turns slightly more and sees the civilian standing suitless, armless and looking no less charred and dead.

"WHAT THE ****!?!" he yells, leaping backwards. Lucky he did really, for half a second later scattered explosions filled the space where he'd been standing. He glances up, spotting the marines who'd been working on the doors, their weapons were drawn and they were firing.

He returned his attentions to his immediate surroundings just in time to avoid another somewhat clumsy blow from the dead civilian.

Dead civilian? What am I thinking, he can't really be dead. That's impossible.

He sidesteps as the civilian lunges at him.

This is in really poor taste if it's a joke.

He again dives sideways, narrowly missing another barrage of explosive rounds apparently aimed at him. The dead civilian however wasn't quite so quick, however. The badly aimed rounds from above tear into it. Unarmoured human bodies aren't meant to be hit by explosive rounds. The rounds tear into ruined and charred flesh, exploding inside the body. Blood splatters everywhere as the civilian is almost literally shredded. It offers one last tortured, gurgling moan before slumping to the floor, this time definately lifeless.

Sparks fly on the catwalk above him as the marines resume firing on him.

"Hold your fire damnit! Hold fire!" he screams, switching his radio on. His responce was more of the now familiar groans, only much louder over the radio.

What the hell? He looks around for his squad and sees them standing around seemingly aimlessly. He flicks his radio over to their frequency.

"What are you doing standing around like that!? Return fire! They're not kidding around!!"
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ooc: yep. I have one to make once rich posts too. flame thrower goodness coming someone's way /ooc
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Karen stands for a couple of score seconds waiting for a response while listening to the conversation going on behind her. For some reason the medic seems to want a medical team to come along with them; since he’s already amply demonstrated an ability for keeping people alive she guesses this is more to do with contingency planning than any lack of confidence on his part, obviously he hasn’t worked out that with everyone already pulling double shifts they don’t have a spare medical team to send. The other marine who got themselves covered in blood earlier seems to agree with her.

The lieutenant nods and goes to collect up everyone who hasn’t volunteered already, seeming to have objection neither to her request nor to the manner in which it was delivered. Karen turns to see what the pair of privates are doing, just in time to see the one she remembers being called ‘Grave’ aiming a gun at a point just over her shoulder – evidently he doesn’t have much respect for this lieutenant yet either. Assuming she’s now in command of this little squad she turns to the private who doesn’t look like he’s mentally shooting at people and takes the opportunity to read his name tag before it gets covered in anything again.

“If they had a medical team to spare they wouldn’t be sending us.” She points out while the lieutenant rips the stragglers in two and almost throws them out the nearest airlock with orders to haul trash. When he gets back to them his expression has almost calmed down again.

“Well, you three are either stupid or brave, volunteering to hunt down a civilian on a base you only just arrived. Hell, I might just start liking you all here.” He starts, immediately making Karen suspect that there might be something that they aren’t getting told; why else would finding a lost guy be thought of as dangerous? “Anyways,” He continues,” it is your lucky day, for this will keep you out of my hair for a good long time. Well, get your asses moving, that lost civilian won’t be coming out of lostland on his own. Once you find him, don’t ask him anything, just escort him to the security station. Move out!”

The lieutenant’s briefing over Karen turns back to Teran and nods towards Grave who has now spent the best side of five minutes on the verge of going out the door. “I think he had the right idea.” She walks over to the door and, noting that Grave’s stopped aiming at the lieutenant during the briefing, leaves.

On the way back to the station the corridors feel empty, partly due to them being almost empty, but also due to the way the people drag themselves along as though sleep is an idea they would need describing to them. Whenever that introduction video was taken, it certainly wasn’t recently, smiling seems to be out of the question for these people, any facial expression deemed a waste of energy.

The most animated people so far are a pair of technicians sprawled on a bench looking half dead but at least they are talking, even if it is in quiet tones.

“I still don’t get it,” one sighs shaking his head slowly, “Ted standing there and suddenly he’s in the beam, head hollowed out like some kind of Halloween pumpkin and still trying to talk.”

“I want to know what made him do it.” The older one replies.

“They’re blaming it on a mental imbalance, but if you ask me he just went insane from the workload around here, I swear if I thought you could get a decent sleep out of it I’d jump into that beam.”

Before they can get any further with their discussion the train pulls up; Karen starts towards it, seeming to startle the technicians a little who glance at each other guiltily and get on the train, sitting as far away as they can. The ride feels agonisingly slow and the silence almost oppressive as the two civilians radiate fear into the cabin, jumping out almost before the doors have finished opening and scurrying away into the nearest corridor. Karen follows Teran and Grave onto the platform and they start off into the first corridor to start the search. Just then the communicator in Karen’s helmet buzzes and Harrison starts talking.

”Marines, this is Harrison. Sector Zeta has a old communications disc, normally deactivated, but now we are reading that it is receiving power. Check it out, for we think that the civilian is not lost, but is trying to send out an unauthorized transmission. Stop him at all costs. I have uploaded a route to your PDA’s, Harrison out.”

“Looks like we’ve gone from search and rescue to search and destroy.” Karen muses as they start off through the first doorway, “Anyone else wonder what it’s so vital this guy not get to say?” The shotrifle makes a gentle clink as she slips it back into the holster on the back of her armour without slowing too much. Another three and a half paces further on her hand comes into contact with the rifle still stowed in its socket on her moving leg, the clamps release instantly and by the end of her second stride the secondary fire mode is selected and charging – no point in killing someone you want to ask questions later.

At first the faded signs pointing the way to “Master Communications Facility’ render the map a little redundant and, leading solely by observation, Karen runs down the corridors ahead of the two other marines. A technical crew scatters before her, clearing a path along the centre of the corridor - although she’s realistic enough to admit that the presence of the other two charging along just behind might be a factor in that reaction. Still, it does make things faster.

Before they see anyone else however Karen’s navigation methods come to an abrupt and rather dramatic halt in the guise of an arrow pointing them straight across a twenty foot long section of corridor flooring that isn’t actually there - leaving a hole right down through two levels and into a mass of circuitry. Hopefully before anyone notices her momentary befuddlement Karen brings the map up on her visor display, the three dimensional overlay directing her to turn left.

A left turn, two startled technicians and three rights later they reach the artificial chasm on the other side, take another left and continue along the way towards the bunker; this time following the map. Another corridor goes past with the sole occupant a civilian who appears to be using one of the working terminals to play solitaire; Karen slows down slightly and frowns. Despite the helmet blocking her facial expression he looks a little embarrassed as he hurries off down a side corridor while the console shuts down. With Teran now just in the lead they continue along the last couple of corridors before the virtual map highlights a heavy looking door and brackets it in red; locked.

Evidently the private is unfamiliar with this chromatic notation as he rushes up and tries the door anyway. Seeing Grave moving into position in front of the door itself, Karen moves over to the door control panel and holds her wrist up to it, the PDA transferring what it claims are the unlock codes. Instead of the door sliding open the controls start talking;

“…listen, this has gone too far, you must get the council to take action, he is pushing us too far…..”

Karen holds up a hand to stop anyone from talking, evidently the command overrides in this section aren’t any more reliable than the doors proved to be last time she was here; somehow they had activated the intercom circuit. Wishing that she had taken more technical extension courses back during her training, Karen finds herself once again struggling with the computer for control of a door; with her PDA no loaded with ever access code to this sector things go a lot quicker and rather less noisily. She swaps the door unlock and intercom codes over and quickly enters what she hopes is the real lock override.

The door opens and the words “oh shit” gain a strange echo as they stream through both the open doorway and the intercom. Grave gets through the door first, Karen only getting in just in time to see his white lab coat swirl back to the monitor as he rattles off a last disjointed sentence, evidently scared of something more than three marines aiming at him. The scientists epitaph gets lost in the jumble of Grave warning him away from the terminal, and hell breaking loose as alarms fill the air. The lights fade slightly and flicker, an electric buzz mingling with the alarms as they all flicker back into life for a moment before dying, leaving the room in what ought to be pitch blackness.

But isn’t. A dull orange glow suffuses every bulkhead, every piece of furniture, even the air itself seems to be shimmering slightly. Then the ripples coalesce into flailing beams that suck the light from the air as they lash around getting brighter. As the beams strengthen their strange shadowy glare makes Karen’s eyes throb and she looks away just as they explode, sending an incandescent wave of nothing hurtling towards her.

Lights swirl round in a dizzying spiral as her eyes open and she forces herself to sit up; blinking doesn’t seem to help, merely adding a stroboscopic effect to an already disorientating view. Slowly the spinning settles down allowing her to make out the dimly lit outline of the communications bunker in the flickering light of a solitary terminal monitor. The picture changes before she has chance to focus on it properly and dissolves into static, a faint whine rising out of audible range; then the monitor implodes plunging the room into total darkness.

Karen reaches for her flashlight and hesitates for a moment, unwilling to give away her position without at least being on her feet; the first priority probably ought to be relocating her rifle though. Just as her wrist bumps against something hard, making a metallic scraping noise as the object is knocked a little way across the floor, a beam of light streams into the room from a point to her left, obviously one of the privates got up first – but which one?

Before this question has had time to acquire any importance the beam stops pointing at a figure crouched in a corner, his white coat draped out over the ground gradually turning red as blood drips from the man’s blank eyes. Whether his pupil-less eyes can still see through the swathes of blood, or whether he just feels the light on his skin, the former scientist certainly doesn’t seem to take kindly to being found. His lips pull back and his whole face contorts into a snarl of rage as his legs propel him off the floor far faster than anyone could have suspected from such a figure. The lab coat streaming behind him the scientist screams across the room towards the flashlight like a short lived comet heading for the sun.

As the figure comes to the end of his flight the room passes into darkness, the only light that of the flashlight reflecting from his clothes. In this faint and unpredictable lighting the silhouette of an arm lashes out at Teran. He misses, barely; the wall panel is not so lucky, a long gash appearing in the already dark array of screens, their insides torn apart by the arm’s passage. As the light stays static the manic lab coat seems to lose interest, preferring to smash up the communication equipment in a flurry of arms that makes a humming bird look slow.

Teran looks oblivious to the maniac scarce inches away from taking his head off with an incidental swipe; then a rapid barking of rifle fire bursts through the doorway. Karen rolls in the direction of the firing and comes up with her rifle in hand just to one side of the doorway, finally able to discern what direction the door is in now there are muzzle flares illuminating it. A few rounds later the light beam flashes across the room as private Teran, surprisingly alive, hurls himself at a wall. Sparks fly as bullets shatter what few monitors remain after the light storm and as the distinctive sound of pulse fire fills the room it finally it seeps into Karen’s head – these are marines shooting at them.

“Shit.” Is the only word she can think of right then as she discards her rifle onto the floor beside her; not taking the time to holster it she reaches behind her and pulls on the shotrifle. With the muted click of contacts disengaging it slides into her hand, the safety thumbed off within moments. Then the flashlight illuminating the room turns off; a great idea in principle, but when you’re up against people who don’t actually seem to aim, and in a room with a psychotic scientist with enough strength to put a metre long hole in a control bank without slowing down…

"Grave, err...” comes a voice from the darkness, hesitating, “other person! Are you both alright?!"

“Better than you ought to be, you don’t get bonus points for playing chicken with a madman.” Karen calls back over the gunfire. Something about that feels wrong, the bullets flying don’t bother her any more, and the noise of the scientist is… gone. It seems that at least one of the privates has noticed his silence at the same time; a flashlight flickers towards the man’s last position and then goes away again, merely confirming what Karen had already guessed – he was on the move.

For a moment a figure is caught in the wandering beam, then it collides with what Karen suspects must be Grave. Her suspicions are confirmed a second later as what has got to be the only other shotrifle in this complex suddenly gains a tertiary attack mode, shortly followed by what appears to be a high velocity foot in the stomach. Then Grave darts off towards Teran, who appears to have been advancing on the marines in the corridor.

"Marines, this is PVT. Teran 1st class requesting you cease fire immediately! I repeat! ceasefire immediately! We have a seeming case of insanity here! Requesting that you cease fire so I can examine the victim!"

“Damn it,” Karen mutters and leans around the doorframe to check on the marines out there, “first the guy takes point, now he’s trying to run an assault.” Luckily Grave gets to him before he can doing anything more rash than he already as; although considering Grave’s method of dealing with his last problem Karen isn’t too certain that his presence will improve things.

While Grave is talking to Teran a scuffling noise comes from further back inside the room; Karen turns his flashlight on and looks round just in time to catch the scientist poised to jump. His eyes weeping blood and the rest of his face collapsing in upon itself it doesn’t look like he should be able to breath, let alone stand; nevertheless he pounces straight towards the door. Karen’s head swivels round to follow it as her arms instinctively pull the rifle up to join her line of sight. Not having time to aim she lets off a three round burst towards the centre of the man’s flight path.

The first round clips what remains of the scientist’s face as he passes into its path, the flesh and cartilage ripped away by the passage of dozens of tiny darts. The second punches a neat hole through the centre of his head and continues on to punch an identical hole in the opposite wall. The third catches him full on in the neck and shoulder; the close range blast of shot simply tearing through flesh and bone alike, separating head from body as the man’s neck vanishes into a cloud of blood and fragments of shattered vertebrae.

As the corpse and cranium carry on towards their ultimate destinations on the floor of the corridor, Grave calls back to her;

"Your orders, Ma'am. These scatters should hit the buggers at this range, and I'd say polite negotiation has passed..."

"In my mind negotiations come before they open fire.” Karen shouts into the corridor, shortly followed by another burst of three bullets and herself in a low roll. From this range there’s not much chance of the middle scatter round doing much, but the two solid ones ought to be able to penetrate light armour from here. As she comes to the end of her roll Karen swears at herself for leaving her rifle on the floor by the door and makes a note to retrieve it once these marines are dealt with.
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"Well ma'am, although I maybe lucky to be alive, I'm not quite content to sit and get fired at and do nothing. I had planned to sneak around the side and see what damage this thrower can do to impaled combat suits, but I guess you've got a better idea. Awaiting orders."

Muttering to himself, he made sure most of his vital organs were hidden behind the terminal cover, and he stared at what he perceived to be Grave.

Teran takes out his m232, and checks it quickly to make sure it's fully functional. Cringing slightly as he hears a bullet ricochet off the wall semi-near, he shifts back further behind the terminal and stares up in the air, eyeballing some of the wiring and a shape he perceives to be a ladder.

"Wonder where this goes?" he ponders, before turning back to grave and the female.
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[ooc] Muttering doesn't carry well over gunfire - you didn't hear me moaning about your survivability prospects; and generally when the CO opens fire you're supposed to as well. [/ooc]
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Grave ceases waiting for a verbal order and starts following physical orders and pulls the trigger with the rifle pointing in the direction of fire. Firing three rounds in consecutive bursts, he blankets the positions marked by either their gunfire or the return fire from teran and the corporal. Sliding the clip clear he takes the clip of solids from his belt and loads it.
Perhaps he was beginning to agree with the philosopy of the corporal; loading alternate rounds, for occasions when you might not know what you were fighting.
Raising the rifle again, Grave looks around from behind the console protecting at least half of him.

"If they had an aim, we would be micemeat." Grave shouts. Followed soon after by:
"Cover me!"

Ducking out into the corridor again, Grave lays on his belly and fires three rounds from his improved firing position...
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[ooc] Muttering doesn't carry well over gunfire - you didn't hear me moaning about your survivability prospects; and generally when the CO opens fire you're supposed to as well. [/ooc]
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Muttering can be heard when the radios are built into combat suits, which was what I was assuming. If that's not the case... Sorry

Oh, and unfortunately, off the start my CO wasn't firing =p Me and Heiro made the first and second move. I'll hold off on my posts a bit until I see what you're doing/ordering us to do.

“Better than you ought to be, you don’t get bonus points for playing chicken with a madman.” Karen calls back over the gunfire.

This was the comment I was referring to... as you called it directly to me...? Sorry, I may have missed the boat here and mis-read. If that be the case... sorry!

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[ooc] Shit, ok, you weren't supposed to hear that, my bad luck that I forgot about the comm system. Right now though, Grave's asked if he should fire and I've started firing after making a smartass comment about the inappropriate nature of negotiations, you may consider that as permission to fire . [/ooc]
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[ooc] Shit, ok, you weren't supposed to hear that, my bad luck that I forgot about the comm system. Right now though, Grave's asked if he should fire and I've started firing after making a smartass comment about the inappropriate nature of negotiations, you may consider that as permission to fire . [/ooc]
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Hehe! no worries! I'm the RP noob here remember, so plz bash me around when I'm saying, doing, or ooc'ing silly things. I kind of have this nasty habit of reading things which aren't really there. doh! =p

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"If they had an aim, we would be micemeat." Grave shouts. Followed soon after by:
"Cover me!"

That was good enough for Teran.. Watching grave take an offensive position off to the side, Teran whipped out his m232s and poked his head around his side of the terminal, noting rather grimly that the 3 marines didn't seem affected by the initial rounds.

"Corporal, Grave. I get the feeling that the clear-ish material forming our visors and covering at the neck is quite likely to be a bit weak simply due to the connection of the two different materials to form one suit. If we can land a few decent shots on their noggin, we maybe able to exploit this weakness. Any thoughts?"

Cringing again as a bullet ricoched off the wall near him, Teran opened fire, aiming for what he could make out as the marine's head. "Whether that is their head or not is a completely different story... But a flashlight is a bad idea right now... " he says to himself, fully aware the other two marine's radios would likely pick it up...
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Yeah yeah yeah, I said I would DM, but feeling crappy dosen't help with the DM'ing process. Tomorrow I get to drive to the rents and back, hopefully when I get back before I pass out for work the next day I can whip something up.
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  • Squad #1 – Assisting with External Hanger Bay Repairs in Sector Alpha
    • Spritely Zombie
    • Mad Cat
    • Hewitt
    • Adam

    AS you all dive for cover, you notice that the Marines are not going for cover as well. Instead they amble along, almost blindly. Their aim as well sucks, for the seem to be firing randomly at you all, but random fire is still dangerous.

    [ooc]Sorry, you guys who posted thus far haven’t given me a lot to work with.[/ooc]
  • Squad #2 – Search and Rescue of Civilian in Sector Zeta
    • Heiro
    • Squidly
    • Richard

    After Heiro’s and Richards devastating attack on the now insane civilian concludes, they joins Mrmao in facing down the three Marines that are obviously opening fire on your small group. The civilian meanwhile, despite his deep wounds, suddenly stands up, wavering, one eyeball hanging out of his skull due to lack of support from Richards blasts into his face. Leaping at your group, he latches himself onto Heiro’s back, trying to bite through the armor at the neck, while pulling at Heiro’s arms painfully back.

    The three Marines, acting almost like they share a mind, start approaching then, picking up speed, and continuing to fire, though their aim is fairly crappy, ignoring any minor hits to their armor.
  • Squad #3 – Patrol of Alpha Sector Waste Reclamation Tanks
    • Fluffie
    • Mrmao
    • Fishbone

    After Fluffie’s brutal attack that is obviously condemned by UAC standards, and with Fishbone done zapping his civilian, you all hear a deep rumbling sound, then the groans of stressed metals about to fail. Looking up, you all see a large pipe, with the label “Solid Waste Intake”, already leaking pretty badly. Then it ruptures, spilling it’s contents all over your armor.

    Pulling yourselves away from the icky mess, you all see the three civilians standing up, which should be impossible due to the tasers used against them. All three have obvious burns that don’t even seem to affect them at they try to leap at you, but slip and fall down, and then work on picking themselves back up.
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Hearing a loud thunk and a small bit of dripping, Teran shines his light to see the scientist thought dead now attached to grave at the back. Swearing under his breath, he quickly shimmies back along the wall to get a better look at what what was going on

Teran sees the grotesquely mutilated head trying to get a piece of grave's neck through the combat suit.

"Holy $*#& .... Hang on Grave!"

"Corporal... Your blasts will go straight through grave's suit even if you do aim only for this... THING... keep those marines off us.... I have an idea... and by the way, you have no idea how glad I am that you're a decent shot!"

Quickly sliding his pistols back to their pockets, Teran whips out his dual throwers, and whispers a silent prayer....

"Grave... Let's hope your suit is up to manufacturer specifications.... And it better be bloody well flame-proof!"

Jamming one end of a thrower straight into one of the holes near the base of the civilian's neck, and the other impaling it's side, Teran mutters a "This better...." and pulls both triggers.

( OOC: This oughta be interesting Thought I may try something extreme and tbh, seems sensible in my opinion as shotguns don't generally work nicely to friendly targets at close range.

For reference sake here: Grave said he was in a combat position... and I took that to be on the ground. Thus, if insane thingy is on top of him, and going for his neck... I rammed one thrower down the neck pointing towards the things feet... {the mass bulk of grave won't take the brunt} and the other is rammed perpendicular into the thing's side. {also won't hit grave} I felt this clarification was necessary to prevent any major damage happening to grave due to a mis-interpretation of how the ends were thrust in.

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A wide-eyed Teran is barely able to keep his footing as twin jets of flame burst out of the abomination from two seperate locations. The one flame goes straight through the chest area and out the other side, immediately melting a fair amount of flesh and organs in the creature's mid-section, the other is a bit delayed in it's exit, but it passes out through the stomach, singeing teran's suit a bit.

Teran is frozen in fear as the thing continues to flail around as a giant fireball and minus a lot of flesh. "Corporal... I .... that thing should be .... It seems to be slowing down... Holy $*#&"

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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Clobbering time don't work, eh?

Quickly bringing a finger on his right hand to push the wee little button on his left wrist, the shock baton retracted. Looking at the zom... crazed civilians in front of him, trying to make their way through all the stuff the human body didn't love any more, he realised it was on him too. What was worse, it was probably their fault. It was more than obvious they weren't attending their tasks.... So yeah.... Clobbering didn't work, so that would mean.

Oh yes, yes yes oh yay.

Stepping in the direction of the fools and in front of his teammates, he uses his arms to shove them (the teammates, obviously, it's not teammatekillingtimelololol yet) behind him - or at least, not directly in front of him. "Stay the **** back." he grunts, while reaching for his machine gun. Levelling it at his wrist, bullet spraying end forward and thus in the direction of the scientists, he flicks off the safety and gets his right index finger to hug the trigger. It was a good feeling, that was for sure...

Not much later, his finger stops the hugging, but only after having fired off enough rounds to perferate his targets entirely and totally, ensuring they'd stay down this time.
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[ooc] Post coming later... but how did a severed head stand up and jump at anything in the first place? [/ooc]
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[ooc] Post coming later... but how did a severed head stand up and jump at anything in the first place? [/ooc]
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[ooc] I interpreted the posts in that the head was shot to hell and back, but was still attached and vagualy resembling a head. Pretend that is what happened :-p[/ooc]
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[ooc] Just to clarify, sorry for the really crappy DM posting. I was sick today (still am, it's only 9PM and I'm about to pass out [normally sleep closer to 11PM]) and my brain is not functioning the best. I'll try to make it up to you next DM post assuming I kicking this ****ing cold outta my system with a large, heavy metal baseball bat! [/ooc]
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ooc- Woops, missed the second part of the previous dm. Sorry Bakan -ooc

As John recovers from being knocked through the air, by something that shouldn't even have a heartbeat let alone the capability to stand, and falling heavily on his ass, John tries to take stock of what was clearly becoming a bad situation. Hardly hearing his fellow's screamed words above the large volume of gunfire that had rudely punched its way into his senses, he shakes his head to clear the intense pain and looks over to where the bullets were coming from. As his head pivots he notices the large number of tracers cutting streaks across his vision, and with a subconsious feeling of dread his field of vision moves itself over the marines, which for the most part, were hidden behind the muzzleflash of the guns. When a bullet strikes the floor just above his head, the full reality of the situation bursts through. In a fit of survival instincts, and adrenaline induced panic he flails his arms to get himself rolled over onto his stomach and from there crawls on hands and knees behind a respectably sized boulder. Once outside the line of fire John sits down, pulls one of the two heavy pistols from their holsters, and with a fearful glance back at the mauled thing that had attacked him, flicks off the safety. John takes a deep shuddering breath in an attempt to calm his shattered nerves, he grips the pistol a little tighter and brings he free hand up to steady the quivering weapon, and with a surprising display of willpower or self-control, fires a single round into the creature's face. He watches with a sense of grim satisfaction as the most of the monster's head becomes a ruddy cloud, punctuated here and there by gibs. As the body is jerks backwards from the force of the impact John assumes that the monstrosity is dead and rises to a kneeling posistion. As he turns back towards the hangar mouth, he activates his radio, and in a voice that is noticeably higher than usual, yells out orders.

Mariens!? hit the dirt!! You may go weapons hot! I repeat, go weapons hot and open fire!

With his orders given John switches to the general comm channel and yells some more.

Command HQ, this is replacement squad number 584, we are under fire and pinned down! Re, quesss... Oh, god...

As the request for assistance dies in his throat John shudders in utter horror at the terrible sounds eminating from the radio. He switches back to the squad's frequency in a vain attempt to block out the screams, shrieks, gunfire, and above all... the inhuman moaning that stayed just within hearing. But even after returning to the squad channel, the sounds continue on in his head, haunting him and leaving their deep scars. When his mind begins to register the damage it is taking, it closes itself off in a new extra shell of protection, and John's fear and horror begin to fade. John rises to a high crouch so that he can see over the boulder, as his eyes rise over the top of the rock, he sees once again, the muzzleflashes and the faintly visible marines behind them. At the sight of them a great anger wells up within him and with a snarl of fury, he slams the butt of his pistol down on the rock for extra support and begins firing round after round at the spaces he hopes fit the description of mid-upper chest.
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ooc- It's ok Bakan, I think I speak for everyone when I say I know how you feel, and that it's subsequently alright, but get better soon eh? -ooc
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

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Replacement squad number 584? I'm a little concerned with what happeend to squads
1-583 or would that be who we're fighting now? /me looks for a 583 number on the civilian attacking grave

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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

As soon as the the heavy Marine had taken postion and mowed down the three civillans, who by all reasons should have been blithering heaps on the floor, he switched the saftey off his own weapon. Chances are he was going to be needing it. There was really no sense in standing around guarding a room with three shreaded corpses in armour coverd in, well crap.

"Okay boys lets get out of here and see what is going on," Dylan ordered, at least now he could share the stench of his buddies with the base. Dylan tunred to his radio next. " This is Corpral Reed i have two guys with me in solid waste, we have been covered in crap and attacked by three civillians who are now neutralized. We are heading back to our barracks. Over."
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