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Unread 10 Jul 2005, 05:35   #151
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

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If for example byrne is talking into his radio. Is it assumed that those of us in the other sections can hear it too? or are these short-wave only?

Also... where the fk is everyone. Bakan is sickly, so let's just have some fun with these things on our own

And Heiro... Where ya gone?!!!

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Unread 10 Jul 2005, 15:15   #152
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

[ooc] Radio's as of this moment are strictly short-range.

I'm feeling better, probably will work up on something today.[/ooc]
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Unread 12 Jul 2005, 07:46   #153
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

[ooc]Sorry, I've been ill. Post to follow [/ooc]
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Unread 12 Jul 2005, 13:45   #154
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

[ooc] I could have sworn I'd already done this... [/ooc]
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Unread 12 Jul 2005, 15:42   #155
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ooc: Yes yes I know... I'm an arse for not yet posting Don't worry thought, I'm reading through the thread now and will post once I've finished.

I promise... with sugar on top.

Present status: Going for a coffee erm, I mean diligently getting to work.
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

[ooc] And I was just warming up to the idea of having to shoot Zombie Hewitt [/ooc]
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[ooc] lol... Be nice He's not quite dead yet. [/ooc]
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Unread 12 Jul 2005, 17:50   #158
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danget only half dead, that means we cant go through his pockets for losse change.
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Unread 12 Jul 2005, 20:16   #159
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ooc: Oh har har...

Since you all appear to be dying to see me participate, I'll post for current actions now and edit in all the previous actions from my characters point of view later... or I can just wait another two weeks.

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- Marine Armor Mk. 2 (It should be noted that it took immense restraint on my behalf to forego the Mk. 3...)
--- Electric Torch (Flashlight)
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- M312 Multi-barrel heavy machine gun, biatches
--- 2x 2500 ammo round containers

- Parker standard issue assault shotgun
--- 4x solid slug ammo magazines

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*Hewitt had wandered out of the armoury purposely looking like the space marine incarnate of rambo. It had never been his intention to lumber around with that much gear, he just wanted to make a point. That point being what he though about the sense of having that much gear on a run down research station... being made in his own personal way of course. However, much to his displeasure, the CO didn't think it was very funny and as a result Hewitt was now paying for his mild attempt at showing off by having to carry it all down to the hanger bay.*

"Welcome to Camp Utopia, where our happy campers and joyful guides are just itching to make your day."

*Hewitt did his best to mimic the video's female voice from earlier.*

"This blows."

*His fellow marines seemed to be in just as good a mood since not one of them said much on the 'small' hike towards the main hanger bay. It was quite an uneventful trip - the most dangerous situation being a heavy load-lifter escorted by annoyed technicians.*

"...I'm telling you now Joe, what kind of moron makes this kind of f*ck up? I mean it's Mars! What does one need with chainsaws on Mars!?" (Chainsaws + Zombies = )

*Soon Hewitt's squad reaches the main doors to the hanger bay. After getting the run down of the situation from the marine guarding the door and deciding breathing is worth the trade off of having to carry even more weight, Hewitt grabs an O[sub]2[/sub] canister and then passes through the airlock into the damaged hanger bay.*

"Cosy."

*The view of Mars beyond the open doors was worth a few moments given to stare at it. Given the large expanse the hanger bay covered, mixed with the view, Hewitt considered that had this been earth, this place would be a killer venue for a party...*

”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.”

*The radio transmission breaks Hewitt away from his idle pondering. Looking around, he spots the source of the transmission, a group of marines already hard at work. Glad that they've only been asked to scout for now, Hewitt begins to follow the marine sergeant (Madcat) down towards the catwalk bringing the M312 lazily to bare. They begin to quietly search the rubble strewn surface...

This goes on for several minutes.

Suddenly there is a major commotion from inside the base. Alarms erupt noisely before a truly creep groaning takeover as strange orange light shoots and explodes out of the hanger bay. The entire ground shakes, forcing Hewitt to the ground as his mind explodes with a searing headache. Holding his head in pain he rolls on the ground, narrowly avoiding another marine that hits the ground solidly after falling from the catwalk above. As the groaning ceases and the alarms return the headache fades but leaves a painful memory as Hewitt struggles to get back to is feet.*

"Ahhh.. what the f*ck was that?"

*It is at this point that Hewitt spots the walking corpse.*

"Argh! What the f*ck is that!?"

*Even as he points the living corpse it takes a swipe at the sargaent, sending him literally flying from the blow. Hewitt just watches stunned as the creature then proceeds to turn on the other marine that fell, so stunned in fact that it takes a second round of weapons fire to tear into it's decaying flesh for him to realise that someone from above was firing at them.*

"...the f*ck?"

"Hold your fire damnit! Hold fire!"

*Taking cover behind a pile of rubble, Hewitt gets his next surprise when it becomes apparent that said people shooting at him are in fact said marines from earlier. He looks up at them now, watching them seeming to fire down at them almost lifelessly, all standing in the open like, well... mindless zombies.*

""What are you doing standing around like that!? Return fire! They're not kidding around!!"

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

*Hewitt watched the sarge jump behind a rock and start pounding away at the zombified marines... with a pistol. This causes Hewitt to do a double take at the now mutilated corpse of the civilian nearby then back and the sarge.*

"You have got to be kidding, a lump of meat attacks you, throws you several metres then after it is ripped apart by a whole other bunch of lumps of meat, you fight back with a pea-shooter!?"

*Hewitt ducks as another round of gunfire erupts from above.*

"FFS."

*Crouching low, Hewitt grabs the shotgun from the sling on his back and loads it up quickly. Taking a few moments to call on what's left of his courage and sanity, Hewitt takes a deep breath then swings out of cover, taking aim on one of the zombie-marines head. The shotty kicks back violently with a low boom as a heavy, 12 gauge slug rips from it's barrel and hurls itself through the air. The solid lump of lead hits it's target dead on with a wet meaty smack, causing the zombie-marine's head to pop in an explosion of blood and gore, as if it were a balloon filled with chunky tomato sauce.*

"You see? Bigger is better."
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

[ooc] Damnit, no more Zombie Hewitt, must start working on DM again from scratch.

And it's ****ing HOT!!!!

I hate the summer [/ooc]
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[ooc] Damnit, no more Zombie Hewitt, must start working on DM again from scratch.

And it's ****ing HOT!!!!

I hate the summer [/ooc]
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You have some time yet. Heiro and Rich still haven't posted... if they choose to do so that is.

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[ooc] I'm writing it at the moment, and I concur, it's too hot. [/ooc]
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Karen stays crouched for a second at the end of her rolling entrance before moving off again towards the other two further along the corridor. As she goes Karen fires a short burst at the approaching marines, usually a few blasts from a shotgun is enough to make anyone think twice about coming closer - but not today. Just as her ninth shot embeds itself into the leader’s torso - and she comes to the conclusion that he isn’t even aware of the holes in his chest - a blur flies past her and lands on Grave’s back.

The first reaction anyone manages comes from Teran, who swears. The second, slightly more useful reaction comes from the same place;

“Keep those marines off us.” He yells. Easy for him to say, these things don’t even flinch when being shot right at, how are you supposed to do covering fire against them? Nevertheless, Karen gives it a go.

“Cover” she mutters to herself and smiles at the sight of something half a metre along the corridor. Quickly she moves forward and, with all the strength her suit can deliver, rams a fist into the wall; pulling hard she feels the metal begin to buckle, places the rifle’s muzzle against the offending catch and fires once. The solid shell punches through the already strained lock and Karen wrenches the inspection hatch open, crouching down in its cover.

Satisfied that she isn’t going to be easily hit by the seemingly random fire coming their way, Karen takes aim at the front marine, who seems to actually be reacting to something as he is now almost running towards her, she shifts her target slightly upwards from the already peppered body and fires into the man’s helmet, thanking whoever built this armour for getting the recoil stabilisers right.

Scant few seconds and eighteen shots later the shattered rear of the marine helmet falls to the floor as the last shreds of skull evaporate. In the fervent hope that this one won’t be getting up again she shifts her aim to the next target; and ducks back as a stream of pulse shells careens into her makeshift armour plate. Evidently the corridors weren’t designed to stand up to weapons fire as the hatch quickly begins to resemble a sieve. Karen rests the muzzle of her shotrifle through one of the larger holes and aims at the closest soldier still moving.

Then the corridor bursts into light and flames fill the air behind her, the suit insulating her from the brunt of the heat but being kind enough to tell her that it is in fact rather damned hot back there.

“Corporal…” Comes the familiar voice from behind her. “I…” by this point Karen has looked back over her shoulder, her eyes widening as a mangled and burning form, that she assumes from the flaming lab coat used to be the recurrent scientist, continues to try and attack Grave, despite almost being without substance at all, his body leaking fire from holes that weren’t there last time she looked. Teran looks frozen, probably due to a lack of any further options – once you’ve burnt away half a man’s body you do rather expect them to stop what they’re doing.

Karen curses; at this range the shotgun’s slugs would probably pierce Grave’s suit as easily as they have the other marines’, she needs her rifle, but that’s still back in the bunker room, and he doesn’t think the twosome advancing on her would wait for her to get it if she asked nicely. Passing the shotrifle into her left hand she twists round and pulls her pistol from its holster, swinging it up toward Grave’s fiery assailant. With a casual disregard for ammunition Karen holds down both triggers, emptying the pistol’s magazine into what little remained of the scientist’s head after the previous few minutes whilst spraying the other two ‘problems’ with fire in an attempt to hit something vital.
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Status update:

1/4th of the DM is completed. Will try hopefully to finish it up tomorrow.
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*Just slightly off-stage, Arlan twiddles his thumbs, waiting for his entrance cue. Noticing the harried stage director (Bakan) waving at him, Arlan smiles.

"Guess it's show time." he says with a smile, throwing on his snazzy white suit jacket and pulling on his white gloves.

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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

When it happens, life really happens.
The searing heat of the flamethrower was one thing, the battering before during and after another.
Those things he could cope with, to some degree.
Watching the flaming flailing mess fall back off him with a craned neck was another. The offending gunfire, in his estimation came from further into the dark corridor. Before his mind has a moment to register the corporal as the firer, Grave rolls onto his back gestures to teran to check the corpse.
"I guess it really is flameproof. It evet removed the stain from that things impact"
Flexing his arm, he checks his trigger fingers still itch.

Rolling back onto his front, Grave checks the solid slug clip and then joins the corporal in her massive barrage of fire into the advancing marines.
"So they won't stay down either?" he directs at the coporal through his radio as he shoots three rounds at the faceplate of the nearest marine. However, lacking the familiarity with the recoil at high rate, they impact in the neck, faceplate and chest, leaving a huge bloody stump where his head used to be. The final shot hitting his chest plate knocks the body back into the darkness beyond graves range of vision....

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With her pistol out of ammunition, the scientist’s neck area filled with ammunition and Grave getting to his feet; Karen turns her attention back to the oncoming marines – and the large amount of holes in the ceiling. Holding fire for an instant she moves the rifle’s grip back into her right hand and starts aiming again; within a few seconds she starts firing again, this time in slightly more controlled bursts. By the time her first shot has hit a short burst of slugs flies past accompanied by the sound of an automatic shotgun.

“So they won’t stay down either?” comes the question underneath the overpowering noise filling the corridor.

“No.” Karen replies as the bolt closes on an empty magazine. “Shit.” She carries on, ejecting it and pulling out a scatter magazine. “And exorcisms weren’t part of my training.”
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Jack breaths sigh of relief two members of his squad mates joins in the firefight.

*phew* For a moment there I was afraid I was the only sane guy left.

Jack edges along, beneath the narrow overhang providing him with much needed, if rather slight, cover. He pauses a moment to stick his head out, ducking back again just in time to avoid losing it.

Heheheh.... Boom...

He gathers himself up as much as possible, muscles tensed. He jumps, spinning in mid-air. He lands with a bone jarring thud on his back. His rifle comes up in an instant. He aims and pulls the trigger. Three rounds erupt from the muzzle of the gun in rapid succession, hurtling through the air, wide of the zombie marines, they hit an O2 cannister. Which obligingly explodes, right next to the marines firing at them. The firey shockwave of the explosion throws them straight over the catwalk rail. They land predominantly head-first and from the wet crunch noises, faint in the thin martian atmosphere, it doesn't seem that they'll be getting up. Still, can't be too careful, Jack aims his rifle at the prone, twitching forms just in case they decide to have another go...
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Snapping back into the heat of the moment, Teran is both surprised and relieved as the corporal fires shot after shot into what was left of the scientist... After witnessing this vulgar display, and hearing Grave's familiar sarcasm, Teran felt a bit relieved... before quickly ducking down as a bullet went flying past his ear.

“So they won’t stay down either?”

“No.” The corporal replies.... “Shit.” She carries on, ejecting it and pulling out a scatter magazine. “And exorcisms weren’t part of my training.”

Noting Grave's gesture... Teran crawls warily over to the corpse with flame rods fully poised just in case the thing decides that it wasn't quite done yet. Noting some twitching and blistering bones, Teran delivers a swift kick to what he guessed to be the chest of the thing, his boot going straight through the shattered and charcoalled bone.

"Yep. I think its down"

Cringing again as bullets started to ricochet near him... Teran scrambles towards another console a little bit across from grave. Whipping out an m232, he peeks over the console and ponders where exactly to aim for... "These things won't do much damage I don't think... But....

"Hey corporal... think these pistol clips are flammible?"
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

"...think these pistol clips are flammable?"

"Wouldn't think so - not much point in fireproof armour if your gun explodes in the heat." Karen replies as the replacement magazine locks into place. "Doubt these guys are flameproof any more though."

[ooc] Perhaps we should actuallly let Bakan do his stuff now? [/ooc]
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

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

    As Mad Cat fires into the walking corpse of the civilian, his shot takes away most of the creatures head. The impact of the bullet also causes the creature to fall back down on the ground, where it lays for a few seconds before picking itself back up, revealing a horrifying image of the left side of it’s face missing, with brain matter and bone clearly visible, with the lone eye, enlarged to the point of bursting moves around. Then a stray shot catches the other half of the head, and the creature falls down.

    It’s body then takes on a bright orange glow, and it’s flesh starts reacting as if it was burning, turning into a orange and grey ash that floated away, until all that was left were some bones and more ash. However, you all still had the remaining Marines to contend with,

    Mad Cat is first to respond to the Marines, propping his arms against some nearby cover and sniping, but the armor worn by the enemy Marines is more than enough to reflect most shots, and those that do manage to penetrate seem not to affect the enemy Marines at all. Then Hewitt steps up, firing his weapon. The solid slug tears through one Marines head, and it falls limply to the ground. As Hewitt ducks for cover, Mad Cat can somewhat see an oranges glow from within the armor, and out of the hole in the head floats out some orange ash that is rapidly fading towards a ugly shade of grey.

    Gokan meanwhile, seeing also the one Marine falling, takes action and takes a daring leap into the line of fire. Landing hard on his back, he feels pinpricks along his left arm as he is clipped by enemy fire, thankfully his armor managed to reflect the projectile enough to prevent it from digging into him. Aiming with his other hand, he fires at the oxygen tank near the enemy Marines. The result explosion sends them all flying over the catwalk down a long long long fall, while sending waves of debris your way.

    As you all pick yourselves up, you see that the fourth Marine in your little party, Adam is still laying on the ground. Along the left side of his chest are several chunks of debris driven deep into him, around the sides are leaking a reddish substance that strongly resembles blood. Some of the debris you notice have torn completely through him and out the other side, leaving large holes in his back.

    Also, you all notice that it is getting darker, for the Martian night is fast approaching, where temperatures drop below the point where your suits would be able to sustain you for long. Making your way back to the airlock (with or without the corpse of Adam, I shall leave that up to you), you see through a window a civilian looking horribly scared. Behind him you see three Marines, walking limply while waving their weapons around. Jumping into the airlock, you wait for it to cycle, knowing that once it completes it’s cycling, you will be in another fight with two Marines, at stake the life of the civilian.

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

    As the civilian, strangely not dead trying to bite through into Heiro’s soft flesh, Squidly does a rather insane thing. Shoving the two nozzles of his flamethrowers into the creatures itself, he fires both of them at one. The civilian instantly jumps off of Heiro, raising its head to scream, but instead shoots out flames, with flames shooting out the rest of its wounds. Despite being on fire both internally and externally, it keeps clawing away at Heiro, none of its strength diminished.

    Karen meanwhile, through cleaver use of a door as a shield, managed to slow down the advance of the enemy Marines. As the first one approaches, Karen opens fire, her aim true and after several shots takes away most of the head of the first Marine. This time it acts like a human should, falls down. As she shifts her aim over to the next one, she notices that coming from the armor of the downed Marine is a cloud of orange ash that is rapidly turning into a white/grey color. Then the flaming civilian catches her attention, as she sees it containing to attack Heiro.

    In a very cool move, Karen draws both her pistol continues holding on to her rifle, aiming the rifle at the enemy Marines and the pistol at the civilian, opens fire with both, focusing on the civilian. Her shots at the civilian chip away at its skull, many parts of it now exposed to the air. The civilian flies away, most of it’s body turning into a bright orange cloud of ash, leaving behind only a scattered assortment of bones, clothing that survived the fire, and another not directly organic.

    With the civilian off of him Heiro is able to join Karen in her one women stand against the incoming Marines. Between the two of them, the last two Marines fall, the last one loosing a arm and leg, yet it still attempted to make its way forward before a well-aimed shot to it’s head stopped it cold, giving Squidly enough time to ask a stupid questing if the pistol clips would explode, which any Marines knows is false, due to the plating of the clip and the fast that they are designed not to explode until after they are fired.. Out of the armors of the enemy Marines come a cloud of orange ash that rapidly turns a ugly shade of grey, the same shade of grey as burnt flesh.

    Throughout this entire series of events, the comm-links had been silent, yet as if killing the last enemy Marine was flicking a switch, your comm-links burst to life.

    “…..Sector Beta, we are being overwhelmed……”

    “….dear god, they are not stopping, THEY ARE NOT DYING!! ARGH!!!”

    “…This is patrol Heavy 2-7 in need of… GACK!”

    “….why won’t they die….”

    “….the monorail is GONE! A Marine with a grenade….”

    “….main power offline, power lines are on fire…”

    “….hopeless….. it’s hopeless….”

    “……this is Sergeant Killgore, all surviving Marines regroup in Alpha Sector armory…. Any Marine that is cut off……”


    As suddenly as it began, the comm-links then crash again, leaving you with only short range, which is enough to talk to other Marines. Then one of the remaining comm panels flicker, and activates, showing the exposed face of a UAC Marine. Judging by the name tag on the armor, this is Sergeant Killgore, the man in charge of UAC Marines on Mars.

    ”….read me? Marines, if you ……. This……. Regroup at…….. monorail…… station…..sending out……. Buggy…… retrieve…..”

    The display then fades back into static. A few other images flash on the other displays, of corridors drenched in blood, of torn apart corpses, of civilians wandering about, bleeding from the eyes. Then the displays all fail, plunging the room into blackness. Since you have some badly garbled orders, you all leave the relative safety of the communications bunker, thought you take enough time for you to poke around if you so wish. As you carefully make your way through the corridors, the only illumination is the scattered lights that are still working and your flashlights. Passing through a open maintenance hatchway, only tall enough so that in order to get in one has to crawl through them. Passing through it, your flashlights catch the glimpse of a civilian, this one is very overweight, holding in his hands what appears to be a human hand, and is in the process of eating it. On the floor next to it are the remains of what appears to be a random civilian.

    Seeing your flashlights, the fat civilian growls, and turns towards you all. You all then see it’s ashen grey skin, and the bleeding eyes. With a roar he drops the partially eaten hand and rushes towards you. One of you then turns behind you, and out of the maintenance hatchway comes another civilian suffering from the bleeding eyes syndrome as well, followed by another. These two then leap at you, with the third giant civilian grabs a wrench from a open toolkit on a crate and kicks the crate towards the rest of you.

  • Inspectre

    Your breath mists in front of you as your exhale. Your fingers clutch your weapon tightly, going numb from both the pressure and the chill. The snow that has been falling for the past several days, and the lack of the flakes gives the environment almost a surreal edge to it. The radio in your ear then crackles, and you hear a single tap, at which point you glide from behind the tree you were standing behind, and fire your weapon at the sentry. The sentry’s chest explodes with a wet pop, and his face looks stunned, youth and death rarely go well together. As he falls down you move ahead, hearing the sounds of other bodies falling as your special-ops squad moves towards the complex. Your objective was to capture a hacker who got into a UAC mainframe and was going to sell the information he gathered to the highest bidder.

    You glide towards one of the doors to the complex, one of your squadmates moving towards the controls and starts hacking into them while you stand guard. Something, a sixth sense, a gut feeling, something you have felt before and trusted it, for it always saved your ass, goes off, yelling at you to get away. You leap from the doorway as it explodes. Your world goes red and hazy, and you see three hands holding three guns. Looking to your left, you see three severed heads that slowly combine into one that strongly resembles your squadmate. You then see running past you a child on fire, screaming and slapping at itself trying to pat out the flames, but failing as the flames take over…..


    The hard bank of the drop-ship sends everyone leaning in their restraints jerking you awake. As the pilot levels out, you swallow deeply; your stomach feeling like you just drank all of the ship’s fuel then tossed down a lit lighter to join it for a nice round of fireworks. Being on a drop-ship brings back memories of the evacuation, the pain from your wounds, the forest on first, the scream of dying children, memories that not even through sleep can you escape from, since that was the last day you were able to walk normally under your own power.

    Shifting slightly in your chair, you hear your suit hum with power and movement. The suit, not the nifty one that you are wearing now, but the one underneath it, the one that let’s you sprint with the fastest Olympic athlete and bench three times your body weight, the one that keeps you from being bedridden. The one that has neural implants driven directly into your spinal cord and lower brainstem, allowing you to control it as if it was your original body, instead of it being just a highly advance prototype for what may be the next generation of combat suits.

    You remember the deal well enough, in exchange for being able to prototype the suit, you would become the attaché for the UAC Councilman Dr. Swan of the advance biology division at the UAC. It was a not a bad job usually, decent hours, new places to visit, mind-numbing office work. However, this was new, a trip to Mars, which you thought was strange since Dr. Swan never mentioned having any business on Mars other than some minor experiments. Even stranger was the rush to get here, and the attempt to avoid detection be shadowing another UAC Drop-ship that was on legitimate business (dropping off Marines to replace those lost in the explosion a few days ago).

    But now, as you look outside the window and see the landscape of Mars flying by, you wonder why you are here. Maybe Director Swan wanted to see how the suit would work on Mars, who knows. He has ignored you for the most part, just told you and his bodyguard, a large man named Campbell to get some rest. Looking out the window, you see a drop-ship fly past, traveling the opposite direction. Your view is then replaced by that of a hanger bay, and Director Swan stands up and heads for the exit as the dropship settles down. Campbell, a large man, easily 7 feet tall without his Mark 2 combat armor and large suitcase-like briefcase he carries silently following Swan, as do you.

    Walking through the docking collar into the Mars base proper, you are disturbed by the debris everywhere and how everything seems to be a few steps away from falling apart. Also, strangely you are comforted by the fact you have twin plasma pistols holstered under each elbow, though why you desire weapons now eludes you. As he walks towards the door, a Officer literally runs up to him, saying how his arrival was a complete surprise, how they had no time to prepare any kind of reception. Swan just looks at the officer, and the officer whilts, surprising if this was the first time you saw Director Swan. Swan was a short round little man, maybe topping five feet at best. Wearing dark glasses, his black hair going grey, the hair that was left that is on top of his bald head, he has the looks of one that would not be able to inspire terror into people. Yet that is what he did with but a look.

    “Take me to Betrugger.”

    “Why, sir….. he’s a very busy man, even for you it might take some time.”

    “Take me to him, or I’ll let Campbell find his way over there himself. And he is not one to be nice to civilians nor their experiments.”

    Campbell then glares at the officer, who steps back and gestures towards the monorail entrance.

    “This way, this way.”

    As you are about the board after Swan and Campbell, Swan looks at you.

    “Arlan, stay here, keep a eye on the dropship.”

    As the doors shut, you grumble a bit about being left behind, and start making your way towards the dropship. Passing a Marine, you absently nod at him, then things go straight to hell.

    Alarms start going off, the blending of them making it impossible to determine what is going on. The lights start flicking and then die, several of them exploding. A civilian walking past has the misfortune to be next to one of them, and the explosion catching him on fire. Before you can do anything, what almost appears to be a rip, or bend in space appears in front of you, shooting out tendrils of orange light, which whip around crazily, illuminating the corridor with a sickly orange hue. Then a unseen force throws you to the ground, and the orange light instantly vanishes.

    Picking yourself up, you quickly determine that you are unharmed. As your vision clears, you see the civilian picking himself up, despite still being on fire. He then turns towards you, and you get a clear look at him, his skin and muscle burning away, but his eyes, they appear to be bleeding. The civilian then makes a noise, not a scream of pain as you would expect, but rather a growl of rage. You hear a similar growl to you side, and taking a quick look you see the Marine you passed standing there, pointing his weapon at you. He then opens fire, while at the same time the burning civilian leaps at you with insane speed.

    [OOC]The first part of this section is a flashback to the beginning of the thread. Think of this post as a giant catch-up. Now your equipment.[/OOC]

    Your Equipment
    • 1 Nifty Business Suit
    • 1 Experimental Prometheus Armor underneath nifty business suit
    • 2 Plasma Pistols with 4 spare power packs
    • 1 UAC PDA
    • 1 Universal Communications System
    Experimental Prometheus Armor – Only ten models in use as of this time, the Prometheus armor is a attempt by the UAC to bring wounded Marines back to fighting status, and eventually improve the performance of all Marines. Only 6 centimeters thick at its thickest point on the back and chest, the armor allows one to wear normal clothing over it, or other forms of Marine armor. Its construction allows it to reflect most small weapons fire, though concentrated small arms fire and breach the armor. In addition the servo-motors of the armor boost user speed and strength by a factor of three. The most unique part about this armor is its direct neural interface. Presently only possible through surgery to install neural interface implants along the spinal cord and lower brainstem which then are connected to the armor, this allows the armor to bypass damaged spinal tissue, turning a completely paralyzed person into one that can perform better than most Olympic Athletes. Finally, the armor uses a system of tiny battery cells that are chargeable through connectors in the wrists of the armor, along with removal of them. Due to the materials and technology involved, this Armor is still in the prototype stage, with full-scale production estimated to start in 7-9 years.

    Dual Plasma Pistols – These pistols are the same size and weight as the M232 pistol. Instead of traditional projectiles, these pistols fire a shaped plasma charge that is capable of burning through most armors. Standard Marine Armor Mark 1 and 2 can only take 2-3 direct hits before being breached, with the Mark 3 Riot Armor being able to take about 7-8. Due to lack of recoil, they are very accurate. The downside to these pistols is that each power pack for them holds only 12 shots.

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

    With Fluffie not sure of what to do with the onrushing civilians, he falls back upon the classic method of “spraying-and-praying” with his weapon. The three civilians, are in a nutshell, turned into swiss cheese. By the time Fluffie stops firing, while the civilians are still twitching, for none of them suffered a headshot, their wounds are so severe that they are unable to move.

    During all of this, your comm-links have not been working, and despite the enemies being dead, they do not come on like they do in all the popular video games. Since the path behind you leads to a flooded septic system, it seems that you have a limited path forward. Walking along, you notice how only a scattered handful of lights are working, casting the corridor in a gloomy feel. Then with a sound of tearing metal, a ceiling panel collapses and in drop a civilian, grabbing onto Fishbone and bringing him to the ground. Standing back up, the civilian then attempts to leap at Fluffie, hands outstretched as if to grab Fluffie’s throat.
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ooc:

lol bakan I know of some ammo that would explode under rather fiery circumstances, and wondered if this experimental ammo fit the description. Guess not

And yes, it was insane, but hey, it caused a minute amount of damage didn't it? At least it was worth a try

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Things were a lot different now in the corridor, instead of the bright lights there was now only the occasional light on, and it was flickering while at it. The base no longer felt safe and comfortable, it felt almost as dangerous as the Amazon. Worst part was he was still covered in crap.

Suddenly the ceiling panel fell out of place, out came a civilian, suffering from the same bloody eyes as the last three. He knocked the medic over and quickly launched himself at the heavy marine with an attitude. No time to think the civy was in mid air. Dylan shouldered his rifle and quickly aimed and let loose a three round burst.
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Arlan awakens from his nightmare with a start, shaken awake by the dropship's sudden maneuver. Brushing self-consciously at his immaculate white suit, Arlan attempts to straighten out any wrinkles that may have formed while he was sleeping, and then pulls on the rim

Only a dream . . .

But even as that thought forms in his brain, Arlan knows that the statement isn't true. It hadn't been a dream, it was a memory. A memory of the second-worst day of his life, surpassed only slightly by the day he woke up in the hospital. As proof of that, a soft hum comes from his suit as Arlan shifts uncomfortably in his chair. The suit that had most likely saved his life, if not his career as a soldier.

Hoping to escape his memories of the past for a little while by focusing on the present, Arlan looks around the interior of the dropship. For whatever reason, this was a secretive flight, and as such only four people were on-board: the pilot, Dr. Swan, his bodyguard Campbell, and Arlan himself. Although Arlan didn't know the reasons for secrecy, he did understand the need for it, and so hadn't asked Dr. Swan many questions when told where they were going. Dr. Swan: a usually quiet and patient man who had earned Arlan’s grudging respect, although he still wasn’t sure why he was serving as Swan’s attaché.

Most likely because he wanted another bodyguard in disguise, although I can’t imagine Campbell not being able to handle it himself.

Campbell was your typical star football player: tall, wide, and beefy. The fact that he rarely talked only added to his intimidation factor, a good trait in a bodyguard.

Looking in the row ahead of Campbell, Arlan observed Dr. Swan looking out the window, impatiently tapping his left hand against the armrest. Such a sign of impatience was certainly out of character for the doctor, although it was most likely just a result of the stress that comes from traveling a great distance in a short amount of time.

Looking out his own window, Arlan can see that the dropship is on landing approach now, and a few moments later enters the landing bay. As soon as the dropship touches down, both Dr. Swan and Campbell are on their feet and heading for the door. Arlan unbuckles his safety harness and follows, having no time to rush up to the front of the little group and “take point” as he usually did.

Walking out of the dropship’s docking collar and into the hanger, Arlan is shocked at its poor condition. Instinctually, he feels for his dual plasma pistols, each tucked safely away in a shoulder holster beneath his suit jacket. The fact that he was considerably well armed comforted him for some reason, although he couldn’t fathom any reason why he would need them on what was essentially a UAC base.

The trio begins to head towards the door out of the hanger bay, when a UAC officer comes running up to join them. The officer gives the traditional bureaucratic pleading speech, saying how they weren’t expecting Dr. Swan, otherwise there would have been a larger reception, etc. Once again surprisingly, Dr. Swan cuts the officer off with a glare, causing the man to wilt into silence.

“Take me to Betrugger.” Dr. Swan said in a cold voice. Arlan wasn’t sure who this “Betrugger” was, but he couldn’t recall ever reading anything about him or hearing that Dr. Swan had any connections to him. Perhaps he was simply the head of research here on Mars, making him the natural choice for Dr. Swan to ask . . . whatever it was that he had come here for. The officer and Dr. Swan argue for another minute, and then Dr. Swan clearly wins as the officer waves them both on, saying “this way, this way.” As both Dr. Swan and Campbell begin to follow the officer, Arlan naturally begins to step into line with the two of them, but is stopped by Dr. Swan.

“Arlan, stay here, keep an eye on the dropship.”

Again, the order came in a cold, hard tone of voice, and Arlan knew from his training that now was not the time to argue. “Very well, sir, I’ll be here when you get back.” His hand instinctually moved up into a salute, but he stopped himself about halfway and turned it into a simple good-bye wave. Without further comment Dr. Swan turned away and continued following the officer, the doors to the corridor outside of the hanger bay sliding shut behind him.

Sighing, Arlan turns and starts making his way back to the dropship, grumbling to himself about how scientists simply didn’t appreciate how important they were, and how much protection they required to remain safe. A Marine, clad in a Mk. I suit and evidently on patrol, passes Arlan on his way back to the dropship. Absent-mindedly, he nods respectfully at the man, and continues on past. Arlan is only a step or two past the man when things, as they say, “go straight to hell”.

Alarms begin to blare, and it is quick to see that they are warning against something bad that is about to happen, as seconds later the lights begin to flicker, and then die, several of the lightbulbs actually exploding. An unfortunately civilian is too close to one of these lights, and is caught on fire by the hot shards of glass. He throws himself to the ground, rolling around in an attempt to extinguish the flames, screaming all the while. Before Arlan can move to help him, however, a bright orange rift in space appears before him, eerily tendrils of the same orange light shooting out, and then whipping around it in the air. The light fades several moments later, after some kind of force throws Arlan to the ground.

A moment later, Arlan picks himself up off of the floor, brushing his formerly immaculate white suit clean of the debris it had picked up off of the dirty hanger bay floor. Hearing a scream of rage, Arlan looks up to see that the civilian has gotten back up as well, although he was still on fire.

What the –

Arlan confused thoughts are momentarily disturbed, as he hears another howl of anger behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees the Marine that he had just passed beginning to bring his rifle to bear. Only instead of aiming at the freaky civilian, the marine was aiming at him.

Stifling a curse, Arlan immediately ducks with blinding speed and sidesteps a couple feet to his right. The Marine fires a burst from his M463, but most of the shots go wide, unusually so even with Arlan’s sudden evasive action. Two of the bullets coincidentally strike the flaming civilian as it runs towards the two, both shots slamming into his torso. Both impacts stagger the man, but he continues forward in his charge unstopped. Arlan is not aware of this, however, as his eyes are focused only on the Marine, who even now was trying to compensate for Arlan’s sudden movements in a haphazard fashion.

Not planning on giving the Marine the chance to fire his weapon again, Arlan stepped in close to the Marine, sweeping his right hand up to knock the barrel of the weapon aside, while bringing his left hand up in a solid punch to the man’s visor. His suit had been designed to enhance Arlan’s entire body, including his hands. Flexible metal braces ran along the tops of each of his fingers, and since the exposed circuitry and metal wrapped around his flesh was often a disturbing sight, Arlan chose to wear gloves that matched his suit. Thus far, the gloves had proved to be of no detriment to his performance, and no doubt helped to absorb part of the force of the blow as the knuckles of his left hand impacted against the marine’s hardened face plate. Most of the rest of the force was also absorbed by his suit, but what was left was enough to make his knuckles scream in pain anyway.

On the plus side, the impact was enough to crack the marine’s face plate and send his head snapping back, more than enough to daze the average man. Evidently, this marine was made of much sterner stuff, for a moment later he turned to face Arlan again, and now Arlan could clearly see the man’s face through what was left of the cracked visor. Like the civilian, this man too had pale flesh and bleeding eyes.

Arlan staggered back a step away from the marine in shock, but before he could do anything else, a howl of fury from the civilian directed Arlan’s attention back to him – it. Although the civilian had started on the far side of the hanger bay, here he was already, in Arlan’s face. With a snarl, the civilian leapt at him, arms outstretched. Reacting more on instinct than intent, Arlan brought his right leg up in a rising kick that connected full-on with the civilian’s head, and sent him flying back the way he came, flipping head over heels as he did so. The civilian landed in a heap, but almost immediately scrambled to its feet again, snarling as it did so.

By this time, Arlan had redirected his attention back onto the Marine, who had responded to Arlan’s move to close-in by sweeping at him with the butt of his rifle. The stroke, although somewhat clumsy, was still very strong and very fast. If Arlan had probably not expected it, the blow would have likely hit him, possibly cracking a bone or two if his suit wasn’t able to handle all of the force behind the impact. But Arlan had been expecting the Marine to attempt to club him with the butt of his rifle, and even as he was pulling his arms back for the blow, Arlan was getting ready to duck under it. After the rifle whistled over his head, Arlan straightened back up, using his upward movement to give extra force to the heel of his right palm as he slammed it upwards into the chin of the marine. Again, although the blow didn’t have as much of an effect as Arlan expected, the impact of it snapping the marine’s head backward, and sent him staggering back a step or two. Arlan used the few seconds it took the marine to recover to slide a few steps to the marine’s left, putting Arlan almost behind him. Now in position, Arlan delivered a swift kick to the back of the marine’s left knee, causing it to buckle and involuntarily bend, knocking the Marine down to one knee. Moving back a step, Arlan finished his attacks by sweeping his right foot up and slamming it against the back of the marine’s head, the impact sending the Marine sprawling forward onto the floor.

Again, with an unearthly screech, the civilian leapt towards Arlan, this time over the Marine’s prone form. Sidestepping the attack, Arlan barely gets out of the way in time, as one of the civilian’s hands comes scything just a few inches from his face. Reacting with blinding speed, Arlan grabs the limb, pulls down, and twists, turning the civilian’s leap into a judo throw that sends the man sprawling. The civilian’s end-over-end tumble puts out the last of the small fires burning on him – evidently, there wasn’t much left on him that was combustible.

Having had more than enough of this by now, Arlan’s right hand dives into his suit jacket, emerging with one of his plasma pistols. “If you do not cease your attacks immediately, I will be forced to use my weapon!!” Arlan shouted, getting only angry snarls from both his opponents as reply.

Turning to find that the Marine had already regained his footing, and was now whirling to face him, Arlan sighed and leveled his plasma pistol at the man’s head. Undoubtedly, the commander of the base would understand, and in a few days it would all be cleared up as self-defense on Arlan’s part. At least, that’s what Arlan told himself as he lined his plasma pistol up with the Marine’s head, waited until he finished turning, and then fired. The single bolt of blue plasma streaked out from the end of the pistol with a loud hum, and slammed into the Marine’s cracked visor. Already compromised by Arlan’s punch at the beginning of the fight, the marine’s visor couldn’t possibly withstand the plasma bolt, and half-melted, half-shattered as the bolt struck it. The bolt continued on, into the man’s brain, vaporizing most of his head and scorching the back of his helmet. This time, the man collapsed as he should: a puppet with cut strings.

Arlan had no time to feel satisfaction, relief, or regret, however, as a moment later the civilian slammed into the small of his back, sending them both crashing to the ground. As he landed, Arlan twisted and bucked, throwing the civilian off of him. Rolling around to face his assailant, Arlan propped himself up on one elbow while he brought his other hand around to aim the plasma pistol and fire. Even as he turned, the civilian was on him again, and with a forceful blow that mimicked the strength that Arlan could generate, back-handed Arlan’s gun hand, knocking the plasma pistol out of it and sending it flying a short distance again.

Howling in fury yet again, the civilian raised a fist above its head, and send it crashing down towards Arlan. Rolling quickly away from the deranged civilian, Arlan was able to avoid the blow, and the man only hit the hanger bay floor with a loud bang, denting the metal floor plate that he had struck. Rolling over onto his right side, Arlan spun around and drove his left foot into the side of the civilian’s head as hard as he could, this time clearly causing injury as part of the civilian’s head caved-in from the blow. Unlike with the marine, however, this should-have-been-fatal blow had little effect, and a moment later the civilian leaped forward, onto Arlan. The collision knocked Arlan over onto his back, and before he could react, the civilian was straddling him, hands locked around his throat.

Here the collar of his armored suit momentarily protected him, preventing the civilian from getting a good grip and quickly turning Arlan’s windpipe into bloody powder, as it seemed he had the strength to do so. Now face to face and only a foot away from his enemy, Arlan stared in mute horror at his foe. Much of the man’s face has been burnt off, the skin and underlying muscle slaking off or burning away to reveal bone. The man’s eyes were still bleeding, although at a much slower rate than when they started. Finally, a fairly large dent was present in the left side of the man’s head, with a few pieces of brain matter hanging out from the cracks in his skull. This was certainly no man – perhaps once, but not now. Now, it was some sort of thing, a foul creature conjured up only in bad nightmares and horror movies.

Realizing that he had to do something, Arlan numbly reached into the right-hand side of his suit jacket, his left hand emerging with his second plasma pistol. As the civilian roared for the last time, Arlan screamed back, reaching up to jam the business end of his second plasma pistol up under the thing’s chin. Arlan then fired, vaporizing a majority of the thing’s horrifying visage along with most of its head. As it fell backwards off of him, Arlan fired again, vaporizing the rest of its head along with a sizable chunk of its left shoulder and collarbone.

Scrambling back and out from under the now-lifeless body of the civilian, Arlan inhaled deeply, attempting to restore oxygen to his body and his brain. Had he really seen what he had just saw? Or had that horrifying visage merely been an image conjured up from the darkest corners of Arlan’s mind as his brain slowly suffocated to death? No, no, it had been too early for Arlan to start hallucinating, and the man hadn’t had a firm enough grip on his throat to completely cut off his air supply – not yet, anyway. But if it hadn’t been a hallucination, what was it? A bit late too find out now with its head completely vaporized, Arlan realized now, numbly getting to his feet and brushing himself off.

Still replaying the fight in his mind over and over, Arlan walked over to his dropped plasma pistol and picked it up. He quickly checked it for damage, found none, and slipped it back into his holster.

“Glad I brought two.” Arlan quipped with false calm, as he looked back at the devastation that had been wrought in the hanger bay. Turning away from the two now headless corpses, Arlan started walking back to the dropship, intending on having the pilot contact the base’s commander and relay what had just happened.

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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

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The ceiling came down, bringing another... civilian to the poo-side of Mars. Something was just so, so very wrong here. And now, after having tackled one of his supposed 'brother in arms', it come for him. Oh yes, yes yes, oh yay. This would be fun. Letting go off the weapon and letting it hang by its sling, Fluffie's armored and strenght enhanced hands formed into fists. He just received a new boxing ball to test.

Fluffie hears the not knocked down Marine going for his rifle. He was pretty sure he was in front of that particular Marine and thus in his possible line of fire. Oh no, oh yes, this was so ****ing not good. Cursing in all the different languages he knows (God knows what they are though), he quickly throws himself against the wall. No, he did not trust these other puppets' their qualities and abilities. As soon as the ****tart has his weapon down again, Fluffie turns about and faces him, starting to yell, with quite an angry intonation. "If you fire that close to me once more, you're going to wish you were a raging lesbian with AIDS instead of right in ****ing front of me. Got that? I don't care about any chain of command, I don't care about your quota, I don't care about your desire to save my sorry ****ing ass if it means you might actually be shooting at and hitting it. Idiot!"

Flicking on all his various flashlights and taking his automatic weapon, he silently takes point, making sure to look at the walls and ceiling as he advances, half expecting, half hoping for a horde of those... crazed... people. It'd be good to vent some anger and energy. He had just about spent enough time with that ****tart and especially with all the shit that came not only out of his various holes, but also out of the ****ing base itself.
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Frank fell to the ground as a white-eyed civilian dropped on top of him, the ceiling collapsing with him. Not even having time to shout, Frank pushed the guy off him. He had already set eyes on Fluffie though, and lollopped off, trying to strangle him.

Frank fumbled for his pistol, and pulled it out. He needed a clean shot on the civilian though, and with the scuffling that was going on, there was no way he was going to get it. He holstered the pistol and got out the power crowbar - for the second time that day, he would be using it not for its intended purpose - but the marine had already knocked the civilian out.

Watching him turn on the medic and shout, Frank wondered whether he knew that noone could hear him. He did look very red-faced and angry though, so he thought it wise to let it go.

Trying to use hand-signals, which he was never very good at, Frank indicated that the team should Go Slow, and to go In an Arrowhead Formation. He invited Fluffie to return with some hand signals, while he got his flashlight out and flicked it on.
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Eh... mrmao COULD hear me, right? short range radios? stuff?
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

As the last of the creatures Karen is rapidly coming to think of as zombies evaporates, sending a plume of fading orange smoke from the multitudinous breaches in its armour, Karen’s earpiece begins relaying what sounds like every comm-channel at once. The rapid stream of voices and noise passes by swiftly before being interrupted, yet leaves behind the inevitable conclusion that this snippet of concentrated death is at interminable as it was intense. A brief silence wipes out the overcrowded chatter and a voice speaks up.

“This is Sergeant Killgore,” he starts, “all surviving marines regroup in alpha sector armoury… Any marine that is cut off…” and he gets cut off.

“I think that’s us.” Karen remarks as the silence returns. It takes a few seconds before one of the few monitors not peppered with bullet holes makes a pained screech and flickers into life with the face of Sergeant Killgore, or at least a man wearing his armour. In the brief moments before the monitor fails totally he relates their orders; get to the monorail station and wait for a buggy; or at least that’s how Karen interprets the distorted muddle of words.

First however…

“Alright then,” Karen begins, turning away from the flashing monitors and heading back towards the bunker. “Grave, Teran; if you’d like to check these guys for anything useful, I’ll go and get my gun.”

Just over a minute later they move off, Karen winding her way back through the maze of corridors with her PDA flashing up shortcuts. Against one wall a man lies with a line of holes punched right through his body, blood still pouring through bullet holes in the floor, a victim of the squad she had just left as a few piles of ash. The corridors and bulkheads more by swiftly with only the occasional spark of light to break up the monotony of darkness until finally she clambers out of her fifth maintenance hatch of the trip and stands up.

There in the glare of her flashlight is possibly the most obese man she has seen since… well probably her fitness instructor at college. As the man snarls in her direction she registers the man at his feet, the arm in his hand and the blood dripping down his ashen face.

“Oh my God. He’s eating a random civilian!” Karen exclaims and starts to swing her shotrifle towards him just as a noise from behind heralds the arrival of another two figures through the hatchway. Suddenly, with a speed utterly at odds with his size, the fat man charges towards Karen, leaving the partially consumed carcass on the floor with an inarticulate roar.

Unexpectedly the oncoming mountain stops at a crate and seizes a large wrench giving Karen enough time to register that the two zombie behind her are closing in fast. It does not however give her time to do much more than duck as the crate arcs over her head and produces a very loud metallic clang as a flying dead guy finds himself with a new helmet.

“Not bad.” Karen says in surprise and opens fire, spraying the oversized mechanic with a burst of scatter rounds as he approaches.
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

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Eh... mrmao COULD hear me, right? short range radios? stuff?

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...During all of this, your comm-links have not been working, and despite the enemies being dead, they do not come on like they do in all the popular video games...[/list]

Sorry Fluffie, but you just shouted at him and he couldn't even hear you
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

i thought that was the long range equipment, base-wide so to speak. i kinda hoped local short range still worked..

wether they work or not, he should be able to get the point though
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Probably
He hasn't spoken, he's probably too scared to move.




Frank assumed that Fluffie had nothing to say, so motioned that he should lead the arrowhead. A technician armed with a power crowbar and pistol was hardly going to last long at the front, especially with the mark I armour he held.

Moving slowly behind Fluffie, Fishbone had his pistol ready in one hand, and flashlight in the other, lighting the way ahead.
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ooc- I am going to have a really hard time posting for the next while, because my internet access has been unexpectedly and severly limited. My dad ought to have the router set up properly by next week, but even then I am unsure of how often I'll be able to get on. On top of all that I will be away (again) for a week starting tomorrow, and I doubt I'll have any real access to the net. So, untill I get back and our router is set up properly, I will hand my char over to Bakan to be a temporary NPC. -ooc

Standing in the airlock with the other marines John takes stock of their general well being. With some surprise he finds, that except for a couple bullet scars and paint scratches there is no damage. Reasured that his squad was in good shape, John takes the shotgun from his back and systematically loads it, arms it, and readies himself for the inevitable confrontation. When the door finally slides out of the way with an unfriendly metalic scraping, John steps over the threshold, bringing his weapon to bear. As the small sights of the gun line up on one of the former marine's neck John fires. In the confined space the noise is increadible, leaving John with a distinct ringing in his ears as he fires another round into the zombie's chest for good measure.
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"Yes ma'am"

Grave ducks off to the room in which the scientist was originally found tampering with the consoles, each of which is full of static similar to the screens outside. Flicking the flashlight on the end of his weapon on, Grave scans the room for any useful tools starting at the far end with the draws and cabinets, moving toward the door as he goes. His search of the scientists body was fruitless, but the inspeciton of the Marines was more promising. Bending over the nearest body, he releaves it of all the ammunition it appears to be carrying, pistol and rifle. Reloading the rifle, he sights it, wipes the blood onto the uniform of the dead and gone marine and draws the magnetically connected shoulder strap and connects it to the butt of the weapon. Tossing it over both shoulders.

"It's a long way back to alpha sector on foot, I'm taking what I can carry"

When the Coporal heads off however, Grave stands and follows, raising his flashlighted shotrifle to scan the corridor as he moves. Between the three of them, the dark corridors were somewhat less dark; the beams had a habit of illuminating the only working montiors with scenes from what Grave could only see and later describe as hell. Getting sent here was more trouble than it was worth. Especially when the prison was filled with the dead or dying as well as the dead trying to make the rest dying. Though, in retrospect Grave could see the similarities between this and fighting in south america and the middle east. Forced back from his introspective discussion of his 'transfer' when the coporal, in the lead, exclaims:
“Oh my God. He’s eating a random civilian!”
Raising his weapon, he is shocked to see the spped of something so fat; and unlike the coporal he barely manages to avoid the crate. The two incoming from behind however, Grave spottedh instantly. Raising his rifle he fires a three round solid burst at the one directly behind him, without the crate attachment. Turning his attention to the other,he raises his weapon and prepares to fire...
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

DM within the next few days. Those that have not post... well.... it won't be pleasent.
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Sorry Squidly, I've been having a fit of bad posting all evening and was editting when you posted :|
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"Yes ma'am"

Teran snaps back into reality upon hearing Grave belt out his response... Clipping up his flamers, he follows grave a little distance away, examining some of the fallen panels for any information on what the hell was going on. He glances over, and smirks to see Grave routing around for ammunition and weaponry, before turning his attention back to the panel.

"It's a long way back to alpha sector on foot, I'm taking what I can carry"

Looking up at Grave, Teran is about to offer to igve him a hand, when he realizes Grave's light is on, and he's wandering towards where the corporal was heading to. Watching Grave's beam flash over a great many items and the occasional corpse...

"“Oh my God. He’s eating a random civilian!”

Those words stick with teran for a moment, as he blurts out: "What the f..."

Teran watches in horror as a Crate goes flying past a shadowy figure which he can only assume to be the corporal... and clobber straight into a civilian who had just emerged from a maintenance panel.

Whipping out his pistols, Teran ducks down a bit and moves near grave: Pistols raised.

Watching Grave take a few nicely aimed shots at one of the oncoming figures, Teran notes rather alarmedly that the crate that should have been lethal... clearly wasn't, and that it was making moves to join the fray against Grave. Aiming at the massive craniumed figure... "Hope these things work..." comes out of his mouth, and he begins firing at the figure.

Letting off a about 8 shots from each pistol, he notes that he his aim is a little less than stellar... But also notes that the power of these m232's can't be denied, as he is comforted slightly by the fact that the thing has had it's leg completely detached at the knee, and that the arm on it's other side is currently hanging by a small amount of flesh, and no bone. Teran watches it struggle to stand back up with it's enhanced head, and lack of useable leg, and then thinks that they should be safe from it for a moment "Hope I'm not wrong..." he mutters and turns his body so that the shoulder light starts to flash in the direction that the crate flew from.

He sees the corporal in front of a rather over-sized civilian, still firing rounds into it's exterior... Corporal... Are you O....Ack!"
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Final Warning.

Within 24 hours, I plan to be working on the next DM (may not be up until Monday/Tuesday in reality, but there is a chance that it will be up Sunday). If you do not post, bye bye character!
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His armours O2 monitor flashes green as the airlock finishes pressurising. With a slow shuddering moan the inner door grinds open, revealing the poorly lit corridors of the base. Three marines, arms outstretched, holding weapons they seem to have momentarily forgotten how to fire, advance on a cowering civilian.

Two almost painfully loud shots echo in the airlock as John unloads a pair of shotgun shells at one of the marines. Jack's trigger-finger twitches and his unleashing a three round burst at another zombie marine. The shots hit the marine square on in the chest, tearing open the armour and the flesh beneath. The helmet face-plate stares back impassively. Jack takes a step forward, drops into a crouch and unleashes another three round burst at the same zombie. The first two rounds penetrate the now unprotected flesh, and detonate inside the marine, spraying gore everywhere, the third round passes through the now ruined chest, exploding on contact with the marines rear-armour. Light shines briefly through the hole as the marine collapses, chest and spine a tattered mess.
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In my standard habit, I did nothing relating to DM'ing today. Hence I shall start work on it tomorrow after work. If you haven't posted, say hello to death :-p
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Oh yeah sure, like I haven't heard THAT before.

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"F*ck!"

*Hewitt crouches even closer to the pile of rocks as the world above him explodes in a dazzling display of broken metal, burning gases and flying zombies. He grits his teeth as a number of small chunks, and not-so-small chunks of debris rain down on his position.*

"Jack! You crazy son-of-bitch! Bloody hell!"

*As the rain of junk ceases Hewitt picks himself up off the cold marian surface, making certain there are no bits of marine zombie attached to his body suit. He whistles as he looks around at all the carnage wrought by the explosion but goes quiet as his eyes settle upon the fallen corpse of Adam.*

"Aww shit. We have a casuality sarge, Private Adam is wasted."

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*Hewitt was feeling very solemn. With the advance of nightfall, his squad had decided to leave their dead team mate to the icy cold of the martian atmosphere. It had been deemed too risky to be carrying a dead body around in light of current events... at least that's how the sarge put it - Hewitt knew that what he really meant was he didn't want to be the one carrying around a potential new zombie. *

*In any case Adam's death and desecration was not the reason for Hewitt's foul mood. He'd been in this mood ever since he'd stepped on board the Red Raven, the mood he'd fallen into when he had figured his brother - the only man he's looked up to - was missing. When the news reports had come in about the hanger mishap, Andy had been worried enough to push himself into what many of his peers considered a punishment tour. Now however, he was absolutely terrified. There was no knowing what had become of his brother. With the dead coming alive and the living becoming dead, his brother simply being dead from the accident was now the lesser evil. *

No... he's alive damnit... and well. I WILL find him in this a'cursed place and nothing, not even a thousand wilted marines howling out in angishas they aimlessly fire their guns will stop me...

*Hewitt continued to curse his despair as he stepped into the airlock.*

"Stupid f*cking fate..."

*It was then, at that moment that he spotted through one of the airlock windows, a civilian cowering in fear from yet another three lifeless marines.*

"God damn-"

*Ping!*

*As Hewitt's O2 meter goes green, hell brakes loose once again. On either side of him, his remaining squad members each move to take out one of the marines. John is the first to fire, the mighty roar of his shotgun filling the small space inside the airlock as he pegs his chosen target in the neck quickly followed by the chest. Even as Hewitt yells out in pain for his unprotected ears Jack joins in, going into a crouch before letting out a controlled burst that rips apart the already shotgun-mangled zombie.*

*Yet neither one goes for the civilian. *

*As zombie bits begin to rain once more, Hewitt's training and experience kick into his confused mind into gear and takes control for the moment. In the shift in mentality causes a split second decision, where by saving the civilian becomes the primary objective. In response, Hewitt throws himself fearlessly into a running dive, breaking towards the civilian in the hope of getting to him (or her ) in time to block any incoming enemy fire with his own armour. Hewitt grits his teeth as he closes on the civilian...*

The armour will protect me, the armour will protect me, the armour will protect me...
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ooc : Who played "adam" and why did he croak? :s I may have missed a post... shite. /ooc
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"Adam" played "adam"... and he croaked because he never actually posted after signing up...
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  • Squad #1 – Assisting with External Hanger Bay Repairs in Sector Alpha
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    • Mad Cat
    • Hewitt
    • Adam

    As soon as the airlock finishes cycling, all hell brakes loose. Gokan and Mad Cat both open fire, each one taking on a different Marine, each one through the good use of surprise managing to penetrate the armor of the Marines and bring them down.

    Hewitt, being the boy scout of the group, then jumps at the civilian, attempting to block any attacks from the remaining Marine. His body acts as a nice shield against the scattered fire of the third Marine, who’s bullets clip Hewitts armor, causing a few new scratches, and not hurting the civilian at all. Tackling the civilian, Hewitt covers him and fires his own weapon, taking out the Marine with a headshot.

    As the body falls to the ground, the civilian keeps shaking, and looks at all of you.

    “Not changed….. good…… good….. things have gone wrong….. very wrong…. We have got to get out of here……. Hold up….. yes…… save outselves…… save our souls…… you must protect me….. take me to….. medical bay….. yes…… doctor will know….. doctor will know.”

    Since during this time your radios have been silent, you have no orders, so you can either take the civilian to the medical bay and see if this doctor is still alive, or do whatever you want to do.
  • Squad #2 – Search and Rescue of Civilian in Sector Zeta
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    • Richard

    As the fat creature rushes Richard, your weapon fires out deadly bursts of bullets, which clip away at the flesh of the creature. The creature then backswings at Richard, who moves away, but is clipped, sending Richard flying away several feet, coming to a halt at the feet of one of the other civilians. That civilian however doesn’t act, and looking it, missing a significant portion of its head thanks to a flying crate, you can take a wild guess why as the civilian slowly disintegrates into orange ash that fades rapidly to grey.

    Heiro meanwhile quickly opens fire on the other civilian, his shots taking it cleanly in the chest, sending it stumbling back. Squidly also opens fire, and between the two of you, sending the civilian to orange ash land. As of this moment the floor shakes, and you dimly hear an alarm start to go off, which sounds vaguely like an evacuation alarm. By the point you all managed to regroup and back away a bit from the large civilian, when you start seeing flashes of orange to the side.

    Before you can investigate the orange flashes, you all hear a noise akin to a Jabba the Hut running a marathon, you see two other large, overweight civilians joining the original, who is now slowly bleeding from several gaping wounds, yet seems unaffected. One of these large civilians is carrying a chainsaw, which is presently making noises indicating it is hungry and wants to be fed, while the other is carrying a large sledgehammer. All of their faces are covered with fresh blood, and one of them finishes chewing what appears to have been a hand. The three then look at you and rush towards your little party.
  • Inspectre

    Standing over the two corpses, you watch as they slowly disintegrate into orange ash that rapidly turns grey, till all that remains are clothing and a few bones. Normally bodies stay put, but then again normally civilians don’t attack people while on fire. At the very least you are still intact, and your suit survived the combat relatively intact.

    Now that you have a moment where you are not in combat, you see that the base systems seem to be dying, for the lights keep flickering on and off, barely providing enough for illumination. All around you hear sounds of fighting, screams of terror, and other unnatural sounds.

    Taking off towards the hanger, you hear sounds of engines starting up. Running along, you come across an observation window for the hanger bay, and see the dropship’s engine glowing. It then takes off, looking like a drunk is at the controls. It spins around, and for a second you can see the pilot, locked in mortal combat with his co-pilot, before the ship spins around again, clipping part of the wall. Sparks fly and then part of the engine explodes.

    You quickly jump back from the window as the dropship falls to the ground, skidding along and slamming against one of the walls, before exploding. The observation window shatters from the shockwave, and you feel air push past your face before emergency bulkhead slams shut. Apparently some warning systems are still operational, and you dimply hear.

    ”Warning….. decompression….. fire….. catastrophic breach….. evacuate sector…..”

    Deciding to follow the warnings, you sprint back towards the monorail station, figuring that would be the only location where you can gain access to the main base fairly easily. As you sprint along, you hear the sounds of fighting that overwhelm the sounds of alarms going off. Turning a corner, you see three Marines that appear to be normal fighting against some of the largest humans you have ever seen. You at least judge these Marines to be normal because they are firing at those with pale skin. As you watch, behind them the air seems to simmer, then in the center of it orange lightning streaks out, expanding the rip until a orange vortex forms, out of which steps a creature. Easily 6 feet tall, its nakedness reveals a dark brown, leather-like skin with bony spikes sticking out of it. Its eyes glow a dark red, and its mouth is full with lots and lots of teeth. Apparently none of the fighting parties have noticed you or the new visitor, but the new visitor has noticed the other Marines, and on the palms of its hands form two fireballs, which it then prepares to throw.

    [ooc] Inspectre, you have just ran into Richard, Heiro and Squidly. [/ooc]
  • Squad #3 – Patrol of Alpha Sector Waste Reclamation Tanks
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    • Fishbone

    As Fluffie beats up the civilian into pulp, the other two people in your squad form up after the civilian resembles a piñata after a Mexican party. Walking along, you then notice to your left a door. This is not a normal door, no, for this one leads to the Alpha Sector Morgue. Typically when zombies start sprouting from the ground, being next to a supply of dead bodies is not a good idea.

    This bad idea gets worse when the doors open, and the morgue seems to be the only place with working lighting for you see in clear detail 36 bodies now moving about, many of them hunched over several other bodies, of what little uneaten skin remains is a healthy pink, which the zombies have a nice evening snack. The zombies are all in various stages of injuries, some look like they were burned alive, others are missing parts of their anatomy (though they all have a relatively intact head). Those closest to the door look at you, and roar, and start rushing, with the remaining 36 zombies following behind them.
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Unread 27 Jul 2005, 00:58   #199
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ah crap, post in the works but g2g

"Fluffie immediately stops moving, breathing and thinking, being at a total loss for words. Zombies. And not just a few, but a horde. The stuff of dreams, the works great authors try to create but never quite are able to. God's own pure will.He died and had just arrived in Heaven? Or was this just a quick visit, with a nice picknick on the side, to Hell? Whatever it was, he made sure to mumble a quick prayer to whatever supreme being had served this up, but he reacted quick: this'd be so much more fun if they all stayed in the same room. Running after them wouldn't be much fun, now would it?

Swiftly his right hand moves towards the grip of the grip of his M463R, beginning to lift it up from its hanging position. Slings obviously were better than those holding slots on his armor, it made for quicker deployment. His left hand shoots up over his shoulder, quickly giving the two behind him a signal: to stay behind him and cover his back. As he holds it there just long enough to make sure the other two must've seen it, his right thumb flicks off the safetly, the barrel of the M463R now neatly aligned with the zombie horde. They, were now the actors and dancers in Fluffie's sick play.




that to ensure you don't take my fun away boys
you stand in front of fluffie (who's in the door opening btw ), ye're a target
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

with the heavy marine now standing in the door it was impossible to go throuhg however it was full of Zomibes so he wasn't to keen too. He looked over at the tech marine with bryn on his shirt.
"Bryn keep a look out for anybody coimng down the corridor shout if you see anything."Dylan ordered.

He then walked up behind fluffie, "don;t worry I have done this before with live rounds." he then puts his rifle thorugh the gap between his head and the door frame. from there he could only shoot half the room but he didn't complain, there were plenty of tragets. he then set to firing acuratley at the heads.

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