NationStates Jolt Archive

On a windswept island off the coast of Squornshelous, a man in a white lab coat runs a few steps, looks over his shoulder, screams, and is struck down by a clawed hand. The owner of the hand stands for a moment, perhaps admiring his handiwork, and then turns and strides away. The scene is of a secret research facility, on an island, so remote, it doesn't even have a name. There, terrible things have been brought, from who knows where, and altered. But something has gone wrong. The captives have escaped, and they are wreaking bloody veangence on the scientists and security guards at the base. Even now, only about 50 are left, there only hope lies in reinforcement, or extraction, but neither is coming. A group of about 30 commando troops and 20 scientists are gradually working thier way to a "safe room", prepared for just this purpose. But their numbers are dwindling, and it's doubtfull any of them will survive.



(to clarify some of this, the facility was working on geneticly altering some creatures I found (details later) to superwarriors, giving them intelligence and huge strength. consider them similar to the creatures from the "Alien" movies)

(and just invent a reason for your people to be in Squornshelous, military training, vacation, whatever)

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A man, or rather, a complex memory of a man capable of anything the real man could do in a quite headaching method, popped up in the hallway. He was Lord Jason Wyndham, and quite unknown here. He wore gray robes and wielded a rune-studded bladestaff.
He was ready to kick butt once again...

((OOC: I'll link you to the charcter development thread SAIC.))

(just for more info, there's about 30 or so "creatures")

Sargeant James Whittle of the base security force was the highest ranking officer remaining. "Let's keep moving!" he shouted, cradling his assault rifle. The party moved quickly through the empty hallways. Suddenly there was a shout from the front. "They're coming through the walls! No! Aaaaaaghh!" The harsh bark of automatic weapons fire rang out down the halls, as three of the creatures leaped out from a hole in the wall, tearing into the huddled mass of people. Whittle shoved his way through the group to come face to face with one of the creatures. AAs it raised it's head from the carcass of a scientist, it paused for a moment. It was all Whittle's reflexes needed. "Eat lead mutherf---er!" He emptied a full clip into the beast's head before it fell to the floor, twiching.

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He can handle them.

The old man heard gunfire, screams, and horrific crunching noises coming from down the hallway. He smiled. Yes, just like the old days.
He set off toward the noises.

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It had taken the lives of seven security guards and five scientists, but the three creatures were finally dead. "Christ," muttered Whittle, "at this rate we'll have about two peole left when we reach the safe room." He summoned up memorized blueprints of the facility, searching despereately for another option. He thought for a moment, then made his descision. "We're going to split up," he announced. "Corporal Jennings, you take the main group to the safe room, myself and four others will go to the main communications room, we need help, and if we can get a call in to the mainland, we could be reinforced within minutes. Okay people, let's go" Whittle and his four companions jogged off toward the nearby comm center, while the rest continued towards the bunker.

RP still open to additional nations, I must log off now though.

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Why does this always happen to me? The phrase ran through his head a dozen times as he slammed the thick metal door behind him.

It was only supposed to be a routine trip, and as a member of the Jiggady Foriegn Ministry he made dozens of routine trips every month. Yet trouble seemed to follow him and more often than not the routine trip ended up in a mistake between cultures or a flight for his life.

Israel Hands took a few deep breaths as he leaned against the back of the door. All I wanted to do was join the foriegn ministry so I could see the world. What the hell have I gotten into? He allowed himself a short break from running all the way from the outer fence back to the main complex.

Several others stood by catching their breath: "Boy have we been running."

"Yeah, and boy as soon as we get our breath are we gonna run some more."

Two of the scientist who knew each other managed to smile slightly, hoping to build up the courage to continue their flight for survival.

Israel However, was unable to raise his courage by making light of the situation. He spent his time trying to wonder how the hell he was dragged out to this research facility in the first place, the trip was only supposed to include dinner with various heads of state and visits to their diplomatic offices; not secret research facilities and top secret projects and giant monsters.

Oh well no time to stop and contemplate fate now, its time to get back to the marathon. Israel gathered himself up and they took off again.