Arthanus"Father, give me strength, I trust in Your Holy Wisdom..." Mac ran with all his might, and ducked round the corner of a small house, into an alley, as the soldiers gave chase, shouting orders and splitting up to cut him off. It wasn't looking good, for the father, whose older age and untrained body started to get exhausted. But this was not the place to die. His work must be completed, for other souls begged to be saved. Not now. Not when so close to atoning for his own dark sins.
It was while in deep thought that he was charged by a soldier from up ahead, who managed to get in front of him around the other side of the house. The armed man, brought his gun up, and smashed the butt of his rifle against Mac's face, knocking him backwards and onto the ground, concussed and confused. Pointing his gun at the father, he began to radio it in. "Sir, I have the fugitive under control. Position is-" Out of nowhere, what the father presumed to be a 'Runner' (from the fox man's previous statement in the convenience store) human, tackled the man to the ground, and savagely tore into him with it's claws, as he flailed and screamed. "SHIT, SHIT, OH GOD! GET IT OFF ME, GET IT THE FUCK-" There was a gurgled cry, as the soldier's throat was torn out, and the beast continued to rip him to shreds, screeching and howling.
The father stumbled back to his feet, thick blood streaming from his broken nose and fractured cheekbone cut, as he made a dizzied run out of the alley. Trying to blink the stars out of his eyes, he realized with horror that again, the noise had attrated the horde, and the two other soldiers (minus the fox man) fired into the crowd. "FUCK THIS, I'M OUT!" One soldier left his companion, throwing his empty rifle to the ground and entering a sprint in the opposite direction, as another Runner grabbed his team mate and the horde surrounded the doomed man. Without thinking, Mac shouldered his way into an empty house, and locked the door behind him.
Turning around, he finally learnt where the fox sergeant was, as his furry fist connected with his temple. Mac fell to the ground, and was out cold, from both shock and blood loss.
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So, a bit about me then:
First and foremost, I love to try and create imaginative and creative scenarios, that (I hope) push the very limits of reason and conventional thought. When I RP (mostly in NRPs) I aim to play powerful and big, things that are on the very edge of OP (I usually give my faction a ridiculous disadvantage though, to keep it fair). In other RPs, I tend towards Science Fiction and Modern Fantasy, playing side characters with some interesting quirks to them. I am also keen on trying some Arena RPing, when I get better at writing.
Other things about me are that I work as a Mental Health Nurse (who would've guessed), and enjoy gaming and drawing as well. I also play trumpet on the side. I have a rough schedule, so I disappear for a couple of days sometimes. But never assume I am dropping out, I will tell you if I am thinking of it (unless it's really serious).
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I would call myself nothing special, really :S
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Not sure if that IC post is acceptable, so if there's a problem, don't hesitate to speak up, Silver. Am tired and swimming in antibiotics :S
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Forced marches were never fun, but Cindy thought it necessary. It was unfortunate to think that the small fishing boat had been seen, but it was more than likely it had, for this base was definitely in active duty, and would be sweeping the area for any intruders if they did catch sight of their entrance. She was thinking back to briefing prior to the Burma placement, to try and recall any key mention of extremists operating in the area. This war had certainly broken many a people, and made them take up ideologies that could justify their need to lash out against, something, anything that scared them more than they already were. Cindy herself had given up hope of seeing her home again any time soon, and thought she would snap at some point. But for now, that wasn't an option. Not when you could be captured at any moment.
It was then that a pierce bang reverberated through the jungle, and made her duck reflexively. More likely a car engine giving out, it lacked the distinctive crack of a firearm. No doubt more nazis, Cindy thought wildly. To keep from blowing her cover, she slapped mud on her fatigues, and pulled leaves off a nearby buysh to add to the camo effect. After five minutes, she started to head to a clearing, towards the noise, dropping to the ground and crawling on her stomach. Stealthily, she took up a spot, and observed some men busy at work fixing their truck. Almost unreasonably, she half-expected them to be wearing the familiar, grey fatigues and falcon badges of soldiers from WW2, but wasn't surprised when they resembled a more ragtag, hastily formed militia. Most likely a splinter faction than a fully fledged military power. She observed a little longer, and then made her way back into the bushes, and made a wide circle around them. No point starting a fight you can't win.
CRACK! Without warning, Cindy felt the familiar pain of a forceful blow to the back of her head, like the one she received during a nasty bar fight in some Burmese piss hole. That was the last thing she remembered of the rifle butt to the back of her skull, before coming to tied up by her wrists, on the ground, and surrounded by the truck soldiers from before. Damn. Head wracked with pain like the morning after a heavy night out, she let out a small laugh. "That's no way to treat a lady, you know?"
"Shut up, slut," was the response from the nearest soldier, who accompanied the response with a sharp kick to the stomach, which made her grunt. "Don't say shit, or I'll blow your fucking brains out!"
"Ooh, tough guy, eh?" She was dragged to her knees, and swung a hay maker into her jaw, causing her head to snap to the side. She spit out an ever-so-slight stream of blood from her mouth, smiling with scarlet stained teeth. "Nice punch. Let me outta these ropes, and I'll show you how you really punch a girl..." She joked, winking. He lined up another punch, when his commanding officer grabbed his wrist. "She wants you to kill her, you idiot. That means she knows something. Take her weapons, and check for identification. Maybe she knows something about our little thief friend..."
He drew his pistol, and inspected her closely, lifting up her head with the barrel. "Excuse my men, they are... Unaccustomed, to seeing a woman out here such as yourself. Normally, I'd throw you to the dogs, and let them have their way with you. It's good for morale, you see?" He waved his hand to them, and a couple of the nearby ones laughed and grimaced. "But we have had some strange occurrences, lately. And your appearance seems to be too large of a coincidence. So, would you know anything about a man with a suitcase? Or who sent you? Now, choose your words wisely: I don't want you to regret any 'poor decisions' you make..." He waved the gun, and waited for her response.
It was then that a pierce bang reverberated through the jungle, and made her duck reflexively. More likely a car engine giving out, it lacked the distinctive crack of a firearm. No doubt more nazis, Cindy thought wildly. To keep from blowing her cover, she slapped mud on her fatigues, and pulled leaves off a nearby buysh to add to the camo effect. After five minutes, she started to head to a clearing, towards the noise, dropping to the ground and crawling on her stomach. Stealthily, she took up a spot, and observed some men busy at work fixing their truck. Almost unreasonably, she half-expected them to be wearing the familiar, grey fatigues and falcon badges of soldiers from WW2, but wasn't surprised when they resembled a more ragtag, hastily formed militia. Most likely a splinter faction than a fully fledged military power. She observed a little longer, and then made her way back into the bushes, and made a wide circle around them. No point starting a fight you can't win.
CRACK! Without warning, Cindy felt the familiar pain of a forceful blow to the back of her head, like the one she received during a nasty bar fight in some Burmese piss hole. That was the last thing she remembered of the rifle butt to the back of her skull, before coming to tied up by her wrists, on the ground, and surrounded by the truck soldiers from before. Damn. Head wracked with pain like the morning after a heavy night out, she let out a small laugh. "That's no way to treat a lady, you know?"
"Shut up, slut," was the response from the nearest soldier, who accompanied the response with a sharp kick to the stomach, which made her grunt. "Don't say shit, or I'll blow your fucking brains out!"
"Ooh, tough guy, eh?" She was dragged to her knees, and swung a hay maker into her jaw, causing her head to snap to the side. She spit out an ever-so-slight stream of blood from her mouth, smiling with scarlet stained teeth. "Nice punch. Let me outta these ropes, and I'll show you how you really punch a girl..." She joked, winking. He lined up another punch, when his commanding officer grabbed his wrist. "She wants you to kill her, you idiot. That means she knows something. Take her weapons, and check for identification. Maybe she knows something about our little thief friend..."
He drew his pistol, and inspected her closely, lifting up her head with the barrel. "Excuse my men, they are... Unaccustomed, to seeing a woman out here such as yourself. Normally, I'd throw you to the dogs, and let them have their way with you. It's good for morale, you see?" He waved his hand to them, and a couple of the nearby ones laughed and grimaced. "But we have had some strange occurrences, lately. And your appearance seems to be too large of a coincidence. So, would you know anything about a man with a suitcase? Or who sent you? Now, choose your words wisely: I don't want you to regret any 'poor decisions' you make..." He waved the gun, and waited for her response.
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Sorry I haven't got anything up in a while. Would you believe me if I told you I was bitten by a bush rat that jumped out of our dryer and have been in hospital sick as a dog?
But I'll get something up in a few hours, promise ^^
But I'll get something up in a few hours, promise ^^
I'm still here man. I just have a massive hangover today, hence the lack of activity from me XD
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Maneuvering into position in front of Colonel Blade, Kradis stood at attention in front of him with his comrades, listening to his orders. It was safe to assume that Gammorah would travel towards the back of the team, away from the direct line of fire, one due to possibly being the slowest, and two to provide the necessary artillery support. As they piled out of the hangar bay, Kradis opened comm links to the recon team and Kensington. "This is Gammorah. Requesting permission to sync laser designator data with javelin fire control, over. And good hunting to the rest of you."
Kradis had a clear game plan of how he would act: First, he would use the javelins to cover the advance team, primarily focusing on hardened MG nests and slow moving GEARs, if any. Once they were all spent, he would focus his mortar fire on any heavy weapon infantry squads as fire for effect, and then proceed to re-join the main bulk of the squad in clean up. Hopefully, this simulation will go smoothly. and he could get a feel for how the unit acted together. For now, most of the squad seemed capable, at best. Not unskilled, but nothing special either. Kradis activated his MWM, and began to assess the current area.
Kradis had a clear game plan of how he would act: First, he would use the javelins to cover the advance team, primarily focusing on hardened MG nests and slow moving GEARs, if any. Once they were all spent, he would focus his mortar fire on any heavy weapon infantry squads as fire for effect, and then proceed to re-join the main bulk of the squad in clean up. Hopefully, this simulation will go smoothly. and he could get a feel for how the unit acted together. For now, most of the squad seemed capable, at best. Not unskilled, but nothing special either. Kradis activated his MWM, and began to assess the current area.
Sitting in the back, Noki waited until the fire subsided. It took all her self control to not run out and join the fray, but being injured wasn't going to help anyone. So instead, they waited, and when it was all over, Noki put back on her top and gathered her personal belongings, kept in a small locker during the operation. Once that was sorted, she
re-entered the waiting room, helped by the nurse who supported her weight on her shoulder, and waved at the others, a smile wide and honest on her face as she noted none of them were injured. The new guy was a bit suspicious, but she sensed no hostile intent, and waved at him too. "Greetings, my friends. It's good to see you all well. Sorry I couldn't help you out, but I knew you could handle it. And many thanks for the quick rescue. Even to you, Ana" Noki joked, her smile beaming and warm.
Noki then stood away from the nurse, and approached Valentine. She took his hand in hers, and kissed them gingerly in gratitude. "And thank you so much, Doctor, for this second lease of life. I am indebted to you always, and will never forget this act of kindness you showed me. I sense you are a compassionate soul, and it is good to see that there is some good on Norrux. May the Gods smile upon you always." She reached into her pocket, and grabbed all the credits she had, placing them in his hand. "This is everything I own. Don't try and give it back, friend, for I will not accept it. This is the least I can do."
With all the formalities over with the Doc, Maarcuu ran in, and she smiled at his arrival. "Hello animal man. I trust everything is well?"
Oradis carried a large bag of what appeared to be some sort of alien fast food, a yellow paper bag that oozed purplish grease from the bottom ever so slightly. When everyone had left to the clinic, Oradis decided against going with them, instead opting to get something to eat. It buzzed and clicked in happiness, looking for somewhere to sit down and enjoy it's meal. Finding a bench of sorts, it sat down, and took off it's jacket, revealing it's droid body.
It undid several clasps on it's chest, and opened it up like a set of cupboard draws, revealing at first what seemed to be a writhing ball of many jointed legs and tentacles. However, the mass opened up, and extended many feelers and squirming claws towards the bag, and gently grabbed it. With it secured, the hive center placed the bag in it's center within the chest, and smaller creatures massed over the bag, to divide the spoils among the hive. Everything would be consumed: Food, paper and plastic. Oradis closed it's chest, and put it's jacket back on. One onlooker who witnessed the feeding puked, and called Oradis a monster. It simply waved back at her, and walked a little further, until he passed Vash in a local bar.
"Greetings, human. How goes it?"
re-entered the waiting room, helped by the nurse who supported her weight on her shoulder, and waved at the others, a smile wide and honest on her face as she noted none of them were injured. The new guy was a bit suspicious, but she sensed no hostile intent, and waved at him too. "Greetings, my friends. It's good to see you all well. Sorry I couldn't help you out, but I knew you could handle it. And many thanks for the quick rescue. Even to you, Ana" Noki joked, her smile beaming and warm.
Noki then stood away from the nurse, and approached Valentine. She took his hand in hers, and kissed them gingerly in gratitude. "And thank you so much, Doctor, for this second lease of life. I am indebted to you always, and will never forget this act of kindness you showed me. I sense you are a compassionate soul, and it is good to see that there is some good on Norrux. May the Gods smile upon you always." She reached into her pocket, and grabbed all the credits she had, placing them in his hand. "This is everything I own. Don't try and give it back, friend, for I will not accept it. This is the least I can do."
With all the formalities over with the Doc, Maarcuu ran in, and she smiled at his arrival. "Hello animal man. I trust everything is well?"
Oradis carried a large bag of what appeared to be some sort of alien fast food, a yellow paper bag that oozed purplish grease from the bottom ever so slightly. When everyone had left to the clinic, Oradis decided against going with them, instead opting to get something to eat. It buzzed and clicked in happiness, looking for somewhere to sit down and enjoy it's meal. Finding a bench of sorts, it sat down, and took off it's jacket, revealing it's droid body.
It undid several clasps on it's chest, and opened it up like a set of cupboard draws, revealing at first what seemed to be a writhing ball of many jointed legs and tentacles. However, the mass opened up, and extended many feelers and squirming claws towards the bag, and gently grabbed it. With it secured, the hive center placed the bag in it's center within the chest, and smaller creatures massed over the bag, to divide the spoils among the hive. Everything would be consumed: Food, paper and plastic. Oradis closed it's chest, and put it's jacket back on. One onlooker who witnessed the feeding puked, and called Oradis a monster. It simply waved back at her, and walked a little further, until he passed Vash in a local bar.
"Greetings, human. How goes it?"
I'll take Doc. Seeing as how I've already RPed him/her a bit.
"So, you see Doc, all it takes is a little twist with the knife, and the center skull piece just pops right off! With the subject still alive, you can then poke the brain for all manner of-"
"That's enough, Wanderer. I think I'm going to be sick. Besides, we should get ready for any escapees, right?" Doc had heard enough, and could taste the bile trickling up his throat. Gardosii was certainly gifted on torturing people, that's for sure. The two sat in silence for a bit, as the large alien lit another smoke, and wondered how the others were fairing. It was difficult to tell, as they were told to keep quiet until told otherwise. That's when the alarm sounded.
Gardosii jumped to his feet, and got into contact with Guardian Angel. "By the Huntress, what the hell is going on!? We didn't even get warning- Oh, I see. Well, we're ready to go, just let us know when they're close. Wanderer out." Readying his chain gun, Gardosii turned to Doc, and smiled. "It appears we have company. Prepare for combat, brother, and show them no mercy! And remember, if you catch any alive, you can use that little knife trick I taught you!" He laughed, voice booming through the garage, as they both jumped behind their barricade and readied their weapons. The hunt was reaching it;s end, and they got the most glorious kill of them all: An enemy near defeat and humiliated. Gardosii could hardly contain his excitement, he was already spinning up his gun.
"That's enough, Wanderer. I think I'm going to be sick. Besides, we should get ready for any escapees, right?" Doc had heard enough, and could taste the bile trickling up his throat. Gardosii was certainly gifted on torturing people, that's for sure. The two sat in silence for a bit, as the large alien lit another smoke, and wondered how the others were fairing. It was difficult to tell, as they were told to keep quiet until told otherwise. That's when the alarm sounded.
Gardosii jumped to his feet, and got into contact with Guardian Angel. "By the Huntress, what the hell is going on!? We didn't even get warning- Oh, I see. Well, we're ready to go, just let us know when they're close. Wanderer out." Readying his chain gun, Gardosii turned to Doc, and smiled. "It appears we have company. Prepare for combat, brother, and show them no mercy! And remember, if you catch any alive, you can use that little knife trick I taught you!" He laughed, voice booming through the garage, as they both jumped behind their barricade and readied their weapons. The hunt was reaching it;s end, and they got the most glorious kill of them all: An enemy near defeat and humiliated. Gardosii could hardly contain his excitement, he was already spinning up his gun.
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