Ares Industries
07-02-2004, 04:44
Deep underground, buried beneath the buildings of Southern Waste:
Doctor Wilhem idly compared notes and charts on his computer, growth rate, aggressiveness, and body structure. He looked over at monitors connected to the observation cameras, They’re beautiful, perfect, he thought. Why not see how they measure up to a guard? He mused, reaching for the vox controls,
“Guard six, this is command, we’ve got a malfunction in the camera in room 248B, check it out.”
“Uh, sir, what about the specimen?”
“Don’t worry, it’s been sedated.”
“Oh, ok.”
Stupid, thought Wilhem, as the tracked the guard with the camera. The specimen waited intently, hiding in the shadows, waiting until Guard Six had lain his gun down, looking away at the wall. It’s powerful legs tensed, it threw its entire bulk sailing through the air. With a wet thud and a crunch, it slammed into Guard Six, bone splintered, flesh was pulped. It started tearing into the body with its claws, its jaws tearing into his neck. Guard Six screamed and reached for his rifle, but too late, the Lictor had already latched on, he had no chance. Wilhem looked on, his work forgotten, intent on the scene playing out on the monitor. He turned, scribbling down a few notes, upon turning around, though, he couldn’t find the Lictor anymore, and he panned the camera around, noticing the open door. ”What have I done...” Just at that moment, the door to command buckled, then was torn off. A swarm of Termagaunts poured in, ripping into Wilhem, spattering blood and gore through the room.
Lieutenant Nayl checked his heat sensor, then switched the squad intercom on, “Careful boys, we’ve got contacts in the next room.” He flicked the safety on his shotgun off and brought his grenade launcher online. He heard the same sounds coming from the other three ORO users, the 8 ICE men light up their flame-throwers, testing them with short squirts of napalm. Nayl motions his point man forward, the man nods, then blows the door down with his grenade launcher. The two forward ICE’s let go with their flame-throwers, liquid death spraying into the room, immolating the vast, bio-engineered host. After registering the squad, the swarm charged, a solid wall of monsters broken up by the high-explosive rounds of the ORO’s grenade launchers. Just like that, it was over; two ORO’s were down, as were four ICE’s. The bodies of several hundred Termagaunts lay in the room and among the troopers, burned, blasted, and crushed. Turning, Nayl caught a glimpse of a group of contacts disappearing out the exit hatch “OverCommand, this is Nayl, a group of Warriors have gotten out, but the rest of the specimens have been neutralized.”
“Copy that, we’ll dispatch a few birds, a clean-up crew is on route for the rest. Return to your barracks.”
Nayl sighed, taken out, used, then put back into his case, as usual, but the rest was appreciated, it had been nearly six hours of heavy combat.
“Alright boys, back to the barracks, inspection at oh-eight-hundred tomorrow, dismissed.”
By the next morning, the information regarding the incident at the research facility in The Southern Wastes was neatly filed and put away, eight hours later it was leaked by an aide, plastered all over the news.
A shot of an attractive male news anchor
“Hello, I’m Zack Iverson, welcome to ANN. Our top story today, a military research station operating in Southern Waste had a breakout, requiring soldiers to restore order. The work being done in the facility is unknown at the time, but it is reported to pertain to bioenginee------.”
The screen cuts to the words ”News service is temporarily down for the moment, please be patient” emblazoned on a black background, after ten minutes, the feed goes to static.
OOC: This takes place in a bunker purchased in the Southern Waste, for those of you who aren't that perceptive. A second post is forthcoming, nations with interests and/or holdings in the Southern Waste are welcome to post, although anyone else with a logical reason to care is also welcome.
Doctor Wilhem idly compared notes and charts on his computer, growth rate, aggressiveness, and body structure. He looked over at monitors connected to the observation cameras, They’re beautiful, perfect, he thought. Why not see how they measure up to a guard? He mused, reaching for the vox controls,
“Guard six, this is command, we’ve got a malfunction in the camera in room 248B, check it out.”
“Uh, sir, what about the specimen?”
“Don’t worry, it’s been sedated.”
“Oh, ok.”
Stupid, thought Wilhem, as the tracked the guard with the camera. The specimen waited intently, hiding in the shadows, waiting until Guard Six had lain his gun down, looking away at the wall. It’s powerful legs tensed, it threw its entire bulk sailing through the air. With a wet thud and a crunch, it slammed into Guard Six, bone splintered, flesh was pulped. It started tearing into the body with its claws, its jaws tearing into his neck. Guard Six screamed and reached for his rifle, but too late, the Lictor had already latched on, he had no chance. Wilhem looked on, his work forgotten, intent on the scene playing out on the monitor. He turned, scribbling down a few notes, upon turning around, though, he couldn’t find the Lictor anymore, and he panned the camera around, noticing the open door. ”What have I done...” Just at that moment, the door to command buckled, then was torn off. A swarm of Termagaunts poured in, ripping into Wilhem, spattering blood and gore through the room.
Lieutenant Nayl checked his heat sensor, then switched the squad intercom on, “Careful boys, we’ve got contacts in the next room.” He flicked the safety on his shotgun off and brought his grenade launcher online. He heard the same sounds coming from the other three ORO users, the 8 ICE men light up their flame-throwers, testing them with short squirts of napalm. Nayl motions his point man forward, the man nods, then blows the door down with his grenade launcher. The two forward ICE’s let go with their flame-throwers, liquid death spraying into the room, immolating the vast, bio-engineered host. After registering the squad, the swarm charged, a solid wall of monsters broken up by the high-explosive rounds of the ORO’s grenade launchers. Just like that, it was over; two ORO’s were down, as were four ICE’s. The bodies of several hundred Termagaunts lay in the room and among the troopers, burned, blasted, and crushed. Turning, Nayl caught a glimpse of a group of contacts disappearing out the exit hatch “OverCommand, this is Nayl, a group of Warriors have gotten out, but the rest of the specimens have been neutralized.”
“Copy that, we’ll dispatch a few birds, a clean-up crew is on route for the rest. Return to your barracks.”
Nayl sighed, taken out, used, then put back into his case, as usual, but the rest was appreciated, it had been nearly six hours of heavy combat.
“Alright boys, back to the barracks, inspection at oh-eight-hundred tomorrow, dismissed.”
By the next morning, the information regarding the incident at the research facility in The Southern Wastes was neatly filed and put away, eight hours later it was leaked by an aide, plastered all over the news.
A shot of an attractive male news anchor
“Hello, I’m Zack Iverson, welcome to ANN. Our top story today, a military research station operating in Southern Waste had a breakout, requiring soldiers to restore order. The work being done in the facility is unknown at the time, but it is reported to pertain to bioenginee------.”
The screen cuts to the words ”News service is temporarily down for the moment, please be patient” emblazoned on a black background, after ten minutes, the feed goes to static.
OOC: This takes place in a bunker purchased in the Southern Waste, for those of you who aren't that perceptive. A second post is forthcoming, nations with interests and/or holdings in the Southern Waste are welcome to post, although anyone else with a logical reason to care is also welcome.