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In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

A post.

For clarification and ease of writing. The cyborg/resident evil knockoffs will be named tech-zombies in my posts. The muscled caveman figures will be goliaths.

This is just for my writing. Feel free to nickname as you see fit.

Anyways, I leave you all to post and await the next round of RNG. May the spinner and dice be praised.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
Security Room

The firing line was ad-hoc and chaotic. The booming of Enzo's massive shotgun deafening in the confined space. Joined in by the chatter of Fabio's SCAR and the suppressed hiss of Kedem's MK18.

The lead techno-zombie stumbled and fell to metal knees. It's chest stitched by gunfire and a shoulder joint obliterated by a shotgun slug. The only sound it made was a warping electronic warble; akin to a cry of pain mixed with anger. It cut off rapidly as one of Fabio's rounds struck it's forehead. It's electric blue gaze flipping off amidst the cloud of brain matter.

The second and third techno-zombie made it further to the trio. Apparently unaffected by the death of their companion. Their charge ending a hair raising four feet from the front most member of the team. One's slack facial features having taken the better part of a dozen round's from Kedem's carbine. The last one had lost control of its lower limbs somewhere in the hail of fire. It having started a ear grinding crawl of metal on tile before a final bast of gunfire caused it to still.

The hall still now. Except now it smelled of cordite, coppery blood and some new foul smelling mixture that obviously emanated from the corpses. Their rapidly spreading gore not red but a dark brown that seemed too thick to be regular blood.

But other then the smell (that only affected those without gas masks) the hall was now seemingly safe.

@Dyelli Beybi, @Theyra,@PrinceAlexus

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Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah

The roar of gunfire from the facility seemed to increase. A second firefight seemingly developing judging by the reports of a massive gun Sam assumed belonged to the giant of a tech.

The advisor turning to the pair of concealment team members as they did their work among the news van. The chatter in her radio getting more panicked as the firefights continued.

"Do you think maybe they'll run to the gunfire because they prefer some kind of protection over whatever our guy's are shooting at?" The distant report of a sniper rifle rolling over the desert sands. The sniper, Redecker, saying something about a guy not having a press pass.

The sound of a cell phone ring tone coming from the van. Inside the back; muffled by the door but distinct as one. Sam's gaze swiveled to the door; hands reaching for the dangling MP5K but stopping.

"How do you want to do this?"
@Tesserach, @PatientBean

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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.
@JFK

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The fourth floor seemed serene after Redecker's shot. The tech-zombie not having risen from the broken window it had thrown the man through.

Then a flash of movement favoring the right hand side from the sniper's point of view. Someone came into view; not pounding on the window but waving their arms. They didn't have a press pass but their face was a startling match to the briefing photo for the reporter. Her business casual attire dirtied and ripped but otherwise she seemed unharmed from the distance.
@Flarbinia

Graveyard Orbit

“Captain” James Castleton

"Of course there is another plan." James chimed in. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he gazed over the array of characters and personalities. "One that is outlandish but just enough so to possibly work. One of our number will play the role of a bounty hunter. Unluckily entangled with the authorities as they swooped in for a bounty. They will show up to town with a couple of our fellows disguised as their "quarry". Of course the ruse depending on those falsely captured having a sizable bounty on their head."

He nodded in the direction of the town.

"While the authorities and townsfolks try to make heads and tails of the kerfuffle. Our more larceny inclined individuals will take what is needed. Then in the morning we all abscond in the early hours with none the wiser."

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Post to come tonight.

RNG has favored the concealment team and the intrepid security room team.

Loading bay will not have a fun time.

Graveyard Orbit

“Captain” James Castleton

"Because first off, our best chance here is to work together for now. We don't know this place and we don't have money. While one or two of you -" she glanced at Molybdenum and Bandit, "Can hide the fact you just got off a prison ship, the rest of us can't unless we want to run around this desert in our underwear which would be ill advised for a host of other reasons. We look like a bunch of escaped convicts, and I'd rather not end up unexpectedly escaping the labour camps only to end up straight back in whatever this planet's equivalent of a prison is."

@Dyelli Beybi

“I don’t know.” James pitched in from his position at the front of the impromptu column. “A poor soul in their underwear; tragically robbed and left for dead might be a decent foot into the town.”

A pause as he spit and glared at the steadily rising sun.

“Or at least draw attention away from a band of enterprising scroungers.”

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

@Flarbinia, the primaries are the VIP's we're looking to extract. Just FYI.

I'm a bit a loose ends as to what my character will be doing so feel free to weight my spinner towards the bad side, in the hopes I'll have more for him to deal with.

@JFK

Very well. we shall see where the spinner lies. Your guy is not firing for some reason correct?

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah
En-Route to Security Room

The route to the security room took the trio of Acheron contractors up a set of stairs. The flight of stairs a fire exit that had been in use before something had cut through whoever had tried to sue it. AT least if the vicious sprays of blood on the walls were any indicators.

But like the lobby; the stairs remained empty of any corpses. Just discarded belongings and a blood trail.

Eventually, the three entered a hallway on the second floor. Expensive carpet and faux wood stained permanently. The heavy metal door of what had been the security room having been ripped from its doorframe. Laying sadly in the hall.

And behind the door, in the middle of the hall, stood three figures. Humanoid; their skin pale and marred by fresh scars hastily stapled shut. Dried blood still on their frames. In the light of the hall one could see that the majority of the scars covered their heads and faces. Their features slack which made the piercing blue glow of their eyes even more pronounced.

What probably drew the gaze of the trio however was the figures' limbs. Metal constructions that ended at the pelvis and shoulders for their respective limbs. Crude but functional looking implements that now began to move.

Electric blue eyes intensifying in glare for a split second before the most forward figure of the humanoids spoke. Or more like let its jaw hang open entirely and an electronically warbling squelch emanated from it.

"Stttand bbbyy for proc- proc....essing."

Then they stepped forwrd in shaky unison.

@Dyelli Beybi, @Theyra,@PrinceAlexus

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Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah

"So we get their cell phones. What next. Tell them we're mysterious benefactors there to get them out?" Sam hoped she didn't come out as condescending. Truly trying to understand the plan.

They still had to go into the facility to find them didn't they?

"Contact!!! Loading Bay!!!!" The radio Sam had hastily thrown over her shoulder harness screamed at max volume. The woman wincing as she hurriedly scrambled to turn it down. Off in the distance the suppressed and unsuppressed roar of automatic fire rang from the loading bay. Panicked voices and calm voices intermingling as Daniel's voice tried to direct unfolding chaos.

Sam cast a gray eyed gaze at the front door and then back to the good doctor.

"Think the gunfire will help?"
@Tesserach, @PatientBean

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Field Commander Daniel Graves
Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah

Graves was creeping through the halls; somewhere in the middle of Lima team when one of the sniper's came over the radio.

"Human spotted. I think it's one of the employees." Redeker said over the radio as he watched someone approach the window. The man on the fourth floor was looking outside, trying to get attention from anyone outside. "Dumbass is shoutin' and bangin' on the window. I can't hear him at this distance, but makin' all that noise is ringin' the dinner bell for any monsters that might be on the fourth floor. Don't be surprised if he's dead by the time anyone gets up there." Redecker Krueger said over the radio as he continued watching.

@Flarbinia

Grave's light played over a formerly glass enclosed office. A sofa having been thrown through the panel and its occupant dragged out over the waist high glass shards. At least if the trail of gore and broken glass was anything to go by.

He toggled the radio for the sniper.

"Does it look like one of the primaries?" His boot crunched on debris as the trail led them to another beaten down set of doors. Heavier then the last ones. A bloody handprint smeared on the side that would have led deeper into the facility.

"Contact!!! Loading Bay!!!!" The radio squelched in his ear. The accompanying gunfire echoing through the halls. Graves swore under his breath, barely audible as he turned.

"Juliet hold here. Lima with me." The commander taking off at a cautious lope in the direction of the loading bay. The purloined team following in trace.

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The loading bay was much the same as the lobby. Blood trails and devoid of the corpses that had caused them.

Kilo team and Stokes spreading out to search the far corners before meeting up at the end of the...

"Contact!!! Loading Bay!!!!" The cry came from the right side of the bay. Beside a set of overturned racks. The Acherons shooter's rifle light illuminated a hulking figure. A dull yellow jumpsuit covered a frame that screamed of steroids and endless weight machines. But the face looked blank; a throwback to caveman time. Large forehead, jutting jaw and heavy eyebrows that framed a pair of blazing electric blue eyes.

He hefted a body by its belt. A bearded figure limp, neck at an odd angle. The 'Press' badge dangling from a a shirt that was now dried brown.

Five more figures, like the ones encountered up stairs, waited patiently in the wake of the jumpsuited figure.

Until the rifle light splayed over them too. Then they surged forward.

The gunfire started soon after.
@JFK

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

[@PatientBean, do you have any post planned?

If not we will move onto the spinner determined events. Praise be RNG.

Lancer [Mechs, Magic, and Intrigue]

Commander Stader Volger
Aside with Mika Ganishka

"...Why don't we make a deal? You wish to conserve your fighting strength to do what you must do should the time come, but considering you did that space walk earlier I'm assuming that also means you can't refuse the prince either when he orders you in the line of fire. Weeeell, I happen to have under my employ a bunch of psychopaths who are happy to do all the dying for us! Like, literally, pay is for the group so they make more the fewer of them survive, they're all high out of their mind, they don't give a shit. So, when a situation looks hot, I let you borrow my guys. Send them in the grinder first, let them draw in fire and trigger the ambushes so you and your guys do your thing. And in exchange, well... I work with you and you work with me."

She offered, a predatory smirk on her face as she extended a hand to shake on this deal.

@Wernher

Volger was stuck between two sayings his father had always said. One was about swimming with sharks. The other was that a thief beside you was better then one behind you.

The captain’s grin reminded Volger of the ice sharks of Europa. Gleaming intelligent eyes above a toothy maw in something approaching amusement. Her hand waiting for his, if he accepted.

Which Volger considered.

She might be an opportunistic, pirate chasing a title and riches. But she was also right; he needed to preserve his troopers. Especially, if this was the prologue to a prolonged campaign.

Besides; better he found ground with the former pirate sooner rather then later.

“Alright…” The commander pulled his right gauntlet off; bare skin exposed as he reciprocated the handshake. Finding what he expected. Strong but calloused grip that accompanied the amused gaze. “… well team up for now. Swing by infantry company tonight so we can iron out the details.”

The soft chirp of his TacPad signaled a message. Volger casting a glance at the device to find it came from Lt. Diaz. His second having been supervising the initial round of interrogations. The information coming from the more ragged pirates that the professionals had abandoned.

Most of it was the usual chaff the intel section would collect and puzzle together. But a few things stood out. Namely…

“Tell me Mika…” Her name slightly enunciated. “Does a group called ‘Medusa’ sound familiar?”

On the TacPad two of the interrogations were still underway. One interrogator obviously a graduate of the Amazon based school of torture; at least judging by the array of syringes they were cycling through.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Posted.

Full disclaimer follow on events will be left to RNG. The almighty spinner will determine future events and I have the job of massaging it into our glorious RP.

Praise be to RNG.