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In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

@Terrans Moved the goliath in my post. Hope that's alright. If you aren't a fan or had other plans, let me know and I'll edit :)

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Field Commander Daniel Graves
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
Loading Bay

Five tech zombies had swarmed over the unfortunate point man. The Acheron shooter having managed to put a burst into one's chest before he had been pulled down by metal grips. The shot tech-zombie seeming no worse for the wear as it removed the shooter's firing arm with a wet ripping noise. The shooter's screams dying on his throat as two of the abominations pummeled his upper body with steel fists.

By that point two of Kilo team had taken positions and hosed down the pile of cyborgs and their dying comrade. One of the tech-zombies falling instantly from a neat burst of gunfire that removed it's forehead. The four remaining tech zombies having stumbled with surprising speed at their new foes.

Overwhelming the nearest one's panicked attempt to backpedal while he hurriedly drew a sidearm to replace the empty rifle. The other shooter jerked to cover his partner but flew back as a body hit him. The dead corpse of the press crew's cameraman having flown through the air with unerring precision from the yellow jump suited goliath.

The second shooter heard the screams of his partner as he was pinned beneath the corpse. He was still trying to free himself when a tech-zombie appeared over him and went to break his neck. The sound of crumpling metal echoed through the bay as the goliath moved with surprisingly agility for his bulk. Resembling a gorilla as he scrambled up a pillar to leap to the top of a trailer sitting within the bay.

Adopting a perch and scanning for something with his electric blue gaze. Annoying the gunfire that strobed; some rounds hitting him and some pinging off the trailer. It's muscles tightening in anticipation for its next pounce. Below, the tech-zombies had began their jerking dash for new victims. The surviving members of Kilo responding with more gunfire. Some directed at the shambling cyborgs. Some at the goliath. Some at perceived threats in the shadows.

It was to this scene Graves walked into. The third man into the room as Lima flowed in. Their gunfire joining the din.

@Terrans

Stokes' eye's widened in shock as the pointman was pulled down. He watched in horror as the pile of bodies was riddled with bullets. It seemed like all three were now still corpses. He trained his muzzle on the lurching body and was ready to fire, trying to ensure he didn't hit the second man. When the body flew across the warehouse and into the second man: Stephen let off a sharp burst, hitting the tech-zombie side on. The first expanding round ricocheted off the metal shoulder plate, spalling off in every direction. The next three rounds pierced it's neck and found a meaty target in it's lower head, sending viscera spraying through the chaotic room. The body slumped forward onto the shooter who just managed to draw his sidearm. He had stopped screaming and swore loudly as the body fell onto him.

A member of Kilo team ran full tilt at the zombie that was leering over the second man. The man had a look of horror on his face, as he feared his imminent death. The large trooper shoulder barged the zombie from the side and knocked it out of the way. He leapt back and raised his muzzle. But the second man had managed to snap himself out of his stupor and put three rounds from his sidearm into the zombie's skull. The intervening hero was not in a good place, unfortunately for his bravery.

Lima team entered, Stokes had just put a calculated round through the face of the fourth zombie and the Lima pointman placed a burst into the centre mass of the remaining zombie. It stumbled back, and he shot another burst. This time he clipped the side of it's skull with a spray of gore. It hit the ground with a thud that was drowned out by shouting and gunfire. The body lay convulsing as all attention in the room was drawn in horror to the Goliath.

It launched itself from it's perch and soared through the air. The pair from Kilo team that had just fended of their assailant cringed in fear, it was flying towards them. It landed on the hero, knocking him down and crushing his sternum. He raised his mammoth fist and clamped it around the second man's ribcage, completely dwarfing him. His arms were free but he was being squeezed so violently there wasn't much he could do. His handgun clatter to the ground. Stokes fired two shots before his magazine emptied. He slid his hand down to his thigh and drew his pistol. He dropped his slung PDW and swiftly gripped the revolver with both hands. He lined up the crude sights with the beast's head and fired a hefty .44 magnum round, praying it would crack it's skull and bury itself in the right places to make it go limp.

Lunar Dome 10

grape minds stink alike

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

yay

̸/̸̅̅ ̆̅ ̅̅ ̅̅𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝚃⌖ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴̸/̸̅̅ ̆̅ ̅̅ ̅̅

@Mole Do you think my character would be a client of yours? If so, how would Joe contact Johnny? If you think they would be business associates, I'd love to DM you about some dialogue for my next post.

Perdido Street Station (Bas-Lag)

oh nah

Lunar Dome 10

I'm so good at this.

@Fading Memory

Indeed you are :D

Super special secret

Years back I participated in something else of. I was brain dead teenager; I remember your post quality being just as good. Sadly it died through no fault of your own. Gosh I love to get drunk on the fun occasion

Perdido Street Station (Bas-Lag)

I would like to know if there are any other China Miéville fans on here. I am interested in running something set in the world of Bas-Lag, probably set in New Crobuzon. But first I want to know if this is too niche for anyone to be interested.

Please respond if you have read any of the Bas-Lag books, or even if this setting appeals to you. There are many fantastical creatures and races. Magic and technology. In general it's an incredibly deep and fascinating setting. But perhaps if may be too developed and deep to effectively make an RP for.

baslag.fandom.com/wiki/Bas-Lag_Wiki

Graveyard Orbit

Molybdenum was not a dangerous prisoner. He didn't understand why he had been created and imprisoned. He held no ill will towards his captors as this was the first time he had known freedom since his separation from the super organism. Because of this naiveté he also had no concept that the fellows around him could be potentially dangerous violent undesirables. I guess that wasn't an issue as he was also a potentially dangerous violent undesirable.

When they re-opened, the sensation of sunlight was on my back. I couldn’t feel my limbs but, looking down, I was freed and wearing the harness that I had been captured in. Stripped of its plating it was little more than grey rags over my scales. The sedatives were still stopping me from rising to my feet. I had been thrown out from the ship, the steel across my shoulders beginning to feel warm.

@Pragia12

Molybdenum trundled towards the strange giant. The only creature sizeable larger than himself. "Can you stand, friend?" On noticing her limp legs he begins to lean down intending to pick her up. Then he paused as he registers her sizeable claws. He cringes back and pauses and waits a response, deciding to air on the side of caution lest she decide to take offence to his attempt to assist. She could pop him with ease.

"Obviously the best plan is for me to pretend I'm a Government Tax Inspector sent to check the Mayor's books. I find some discrepancies and we then use the money I demand in back taxes to purchase clothes and other essential supplies. Couldn't be easier," she raised an eyebrow just in case someone had missed the sarcasm in her tone.

@Dyelli Beybi

Balloon boy noticed the eyebrow twitch. Presumably some kind of muscle spasm. Having no concept of sarcasm he pondered as to why an official that the mayor listened to would dress like a prisoner. He had a vague idea of 'traditions and customs' and figured it must be some bizarre tradition of giving money to the unfortunate. He wasn't sure what she meant by honesty and dishonesty, so on a whim he decided to raise his hand on the second option. In his immature mind the option of taking what they needed and leaving sounded simpler and more appealing.

Graveyard Orbit

@Dyelli Beybi I think we agree the spacesuit needs a hat. A duster hat. Maybe a poncho to go with it.