NationStates Jolt Archive


Project Bio-Hazard (Story/Possible RP)

02-11-2003, 07:40
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Secret IC...
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*Prince Rufus Mew was brought to a government owned underground research facility. The fact he had no idea of it's existance wasn't a good sign. No doubt this had been one of his sister's secret little pet projects. The halls were clean and white, bland and sparten. A single, balding neko in large rimmed glasses and dressed in a white lab coat lead the Prince to a observation room. His nametag read Dr. Griffith.*

Rufus: "Now, I want to know only one thing: What goes on here?"

Dr. Griffith: "Research into Bio-Weapons."

Rufus: "Bio-weapons?"

Dr. Griffith: "Just watch. After years of research and study, we have finally perfected the G-Virus!"

*The metal slab blocking the window slide asde, revealing a room below them. In there was a single neko, an Army Regular by the look of his uniform. He stood in the center of the room, an assualt rifle resting idly on his shoulder. There were two doors in the room Rufus could see of, although no means of opening them from the inside were obvious. As he waited for something to happen, his mind raced as to what the G-Virus could be. The good Doctor chuckled as he typed a command into the computer terminal at the rear of the observation room, and one of the two doors in the lower room slide open. The movement cuaght the soldier's attention. Looking at it, he screamed and broguth his rifle into a firing position, firing into the next room. Rufus waited, and horror crept onto his face as he was what came out!
*Shambling, with pieces of flesh hanging off their decaying bodies, dead nekos affected with the G-Virus stumbled into the room. A hail of gunfire sent the first row down, but they got back up and walked towards the lone soldier. Again and again he fired, taking down a few of 'em, but they always got back up. When he ran out of ammo, he used his rifle as a club, but that was less effective. The group of ten zombies piled on top of him, biting down into flesh, blood spraying onto the walls, turning the white surface crimson. The display made Rufus sick to his stomach, and he immediately turned around and vomited onto the floor.*

Rufus: "That... That is the G-Virus?!"

Dr. Griffith: "Yes. Princess Janus approved the project personaly. I assumed you were informed."

Rufus: "How many of those... Of those things do you have?"

Dr. Griffith: "Fifty. Fifty one in a few minutes."

*Rufus looked at the doctor with one eyebrow rasied.*

Dr. Griffith: "That soldier you just saw killed. He'll turn into one in a few moments."

Rufus: "I want the G-Virus destroyed! Any and all information on this project is to be classified Black Level Top Secret and filed away, never to be seen again!"

Dr. Griffith: "But... But what about all the time we spent on this project? And what of the two thousand vials of the G-Virus we already have? You just expect us to throw it all away?"

Rufus: "YES!! This is sick, and horrible. I would never approve of such a project, and so would any one in their right mind. Only a madman would use such a... Such an abomination against another living being!"

Dr. Griffith: "It's not much different then the Life Recycling Act, just a lot less pretty."

Rufus: "It's worlds different then the Life Recycling Act! That's the end of it! I want all the vials of the G-Virus destroyed, or if that is not possible, locked up so they can never be found again. Do I make myself clear?"

*The doctor ooked away.*

Dr. Griffith: "As crystal, sir..."

Rufus: "Good. By morning, I expect to see this facility empty."
02-11-2003, 07:41
((OOC: I might turn this into an RP, based on how people respond and if enough peeps are interested.))
02-11-2003, 08:41
((OOC: Bumpy de bump!))
02-11-2003, 14:14
David, watches the base, through the scope of a rilfe. He does know what has happened down there, but he knows some thing has. He contuies watching the base, heoping they woulnt notice him.

((Hes not a North-eastern Europe solider, because I don't want to start an insident. ^.^*))
02-11-2003, 14:32
David, watches the base, through the scope of a rilfe. He doesn't know what has happened down there, but he knows some thing has. He contuies watching the base, hoping they woulnt notice him.

((Hes not a North-eastern Europe solider, because I don't want to start an insident. ^.^*))

((OOC: That's good. I didn't exactly say it was an RP yet, but it's kewl anyways.))


*A single helicopter started up, the rotary blades spinning, gaining momentum. Rufus Mew boards the helicopter, then speaks to Dr. Griffith.*

Rufus: "Remember! I want all the vials destroyed and this base vacent by morning!"

Dr. Griffith: "Yes, yes I know."

*The helicopter lifts up into the air, turning in place then zipping off towards the far away Shin-Ra tower. Dr. Griffith grumbles something under his breath, then heads back into the base.*
02-11-2003, 14:37
((Opps, I thought thats what i typed, some times I screw up on the key board because I tryp to fast. :oops: ))

"Ok, if I get closer, can I figure out whats happening down there," David thinks to him self, "But if they see me, they'll light me up." He srugs, puts on some night vison goggles, over his eyes, and moves slowly toward the base, hoping his black trench coat would hid him in the darkness.
10-01-2004, 10:23
(OOC: Bringing this back up. Gravedigging, so to say...)

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Present Day...
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*A dense fog settled over the sea bordering Krowemoh. A small, creaky boat full of what looked like refugees sailed towards the mainland... No, wait, it was sailing away from the mainland. The refugees, all of them human, clothed in dirty and ragged clothing, huddled close together in the coldness of the early morning. Worn and haggard, the humans were attempting to flee the nightmare they had just escaped from in Krowemoh. The memories of what they had experianced at the hands of Krowemohian scientists was burned into their minds, or what was left of their minds, scarring them forever. Upon close inspection, one would see that almost all of the humans showed signs of being lobotamized(sp?), and a few showed signs of hidious mutations. The sea was calm, that was a good sign. No one knew where they were going, but anyway was better then Krowemoh.
*One of the refugees suddenly stood up and pointed as a form materalized in the fog ahead of them! It was the form of a naval Cruiser. A brief wave of hope washed over the group, but that soon changed as one of the large bore aft cannons swiveled to bear on the small vessel. With a mighty boom the cannon fired, a large shell impacting the boat and exploding upon contact. Like rag dolls the refugees were tossed from the boat. Those that survived the blast instinctually swam to the surface, only to be visciously gunned down by machine guns.*

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Minutes later, Dark Creek Research Facility...
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Assistant: "Doctor Griffith? We just recieved words that the escapees attempting escape by sea were halted by one of our cruisers. Not a single one survived."

*The male neko in a clean outfit told the balding Doctor Griffith.*

Griffith: "Pity. And what of the other two groups?"

*Just recently a batch of humans had escaped from this research facility. The fact that most of them got so far away meant that security was getting lax around here. All of the humans were test subjects for the newest remake of the G-Virus, and if one of them had managed to flee Krowemoh safely, then who knows what might happened.*

Asisstant: "Both were intercepted by our air patrols."

Griffith: "Good. I want the corpses brought back immediately."

Asisstant: "Of course, sir..."

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Yoloeg Forest, same time...
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*The scene was grusome. Fifteen humans, all of them males, lay dead in the forest, bloodly and full of smoking bulletholes. Overhead a Stealth Helicopter flew circles, making sure that nothing happened before the clean up crew arrived.*
*Hiding under a pile of corpses was a lone survivor. Like the others in this group and the others, he had been lobotamized. He couldn't remember where he came from, or why he was here. Those crazy cat... Things had messed with his brain. Most of his memories were gone. He didn't even know his own name. But the scientists called him D-105a, but he was still together enough to know that wasn't his name. His whole body hurt, what the hell did they inject into him? It felt like he was on fire, and sweat drenched his body. He could still hear the helicopter buzzing around overhead. When the hell would it go away? He had to escape... He had to get away. He could only pray that one of the other two groups had managed to get out of the country. The world had to know what was happening here...*

To Be Continued...