NationStates Jolt Archive

"Er, this isn't good."

Several security alarms coupled with screams of torment was never good. Project Manhorsedemon was a genetic engineering project to create a walking, hulking, machine of death. But it would also be uncannily intelligent, with a Jjaro Cybernetic Junction. A JCJ has a rudimentary AI, and interfaces well with most animals enough to make them self aware, sentient, and extraordinarily bright. The first result of the facility, ominously titled Abuse, was this Manhorsedemon. About twelve feet tall, eight feet wide, generally slow, but powerful. Blue skinned with three green eyes, evenly around its head, it was very aware of its surroundings. One of the security officers threw a grenade under it, hoping to injure it. It just stepped on it, crushing the fuse, right before picking him up by the collar and crushing him against a pillar. Bullets, flechette projectiles, even fire seemed to not phase it. Soon it would have the whole island to itself, if the current rate of destruction kept up.

The somewhat close battleship, Manus Celer Dei sped toward Everard Island. Not much it could do, but it made officials feel safer.

It was Monday, 0944 hours. The nine-man special forces team were told to use any means necessary to neutralize the manhorsedemon, newly christened Ranverox. "Any means" would be difficult, as there didn't seem to be anything that a inordinately intelligent, artificially engineered hulking brute was even remotely irritating, much less injurious. They were each dropped with a different weapon and skill set. Bradley was the rifleman.

0955 hours.
The drop goes as planned, except for Bradley, who has a parachute malfunction and falls like a rock from the helicopter. A tree breaks his fall, luckily for him, and he lies unconscious. The now eight man team leaves him behind. They step into Abuse. The berber carpet is soaking wet and a peculiar fog dances at their ankles. There was no sign of Ranverox anywhere. There appeared to have been a small fire at one point, some notes were half burnt, glass was sooty with smoke. The facility scientists were nowhere to be found, except for the one left still adhering to the concrete pillar.

1040 hours.
Bradley awakes and wastes no time in rushing off to the facility. His modified 30.06 had formed an imprint in his face where the model number was on the stock of the weapon. He finds the main Abuse building with little difficulty.