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IC:The s*** is hitting the fan now mike thought. All was good we were getting out of this f*** hole, but someone decided to go pick up some people at the bank. Some nut went running in and so did nate. Then things got worse when he heard a yell and bolted outside to see a "super' zombie carrying him off, nate shot the thing and its head disappeared. Now things are even worse the person who got captured just started spazzing out, mike wasn't taking chances with possible communist possesion and unslung his SAW and drew a line of sight.

Out of context: Okay then, things are getting a little confusing...

The Jukebox Hero seemed unable to effect any response out of the man that lay at his feet, so he stopped trying to talk to him.

"Well, I have other matters to attend to, so I bid you all a fond farewell," said the Jukebox Hero to everyone present. He then reached his hand up to his sunglasses and tapped the side of one of the lenses. Infrared mode engaged, and the Jukebox Hero began scanning all the rooftops in the vicinity. He stopped and stared when a human presence registered in his sunglasses. The Jukebox Hero left the group near the bank and disappeared again into the shadows...

OOC: Am I confusing you?
Jason lay inside the house. When that man had spotted him again, he carefully removed the nearest window out of his view and taken up position, still watching the group. So far, they were in no trouble he could see, but at least two of them had gone inside. They also seemed to be able to handle themselves, but apearances were deceiving. The van wasn't the best form of transport, a Wathog would be better, but he only had one, parked way out in the woods, just in case. His extraction option, a Pelican, was even further away. Neither were an option if he didn't want to leave the people alone for too long.
I wish they had the sense to stick together. Cover each other. Better tactics.
Of course, they were mostly civilians, little or no tactical training what so ever. The confusing part was that man who had caught him. He wore no insignia, but seemed to understand how to take care of himself.
No doubt someone elses version of an ONI agent.
That creeped him out. ONI had a reputation for ruthlessness, and if this guy was half as ruthless as the typical ONI spook, these people would not be safe if they got in his way. He heard a sound, snapped his head toward it, and raised his rifle. Again, scrabbling on the roof above him...

Out of context: Actually, you're the least confusing one. I'll figure it out...

The Jukebox Hero was thoroughly in the dark, both literally and figuratively. He knew that zombies were attacking this town...for one reason or another, but other than that, he knew nothing. He had his suspicions, but his hunches never seemed to be correct. He pondered the situation as he opened a door and entered the room which the man he had seen before on the roof now inhabited. The man whirled around and aimed his rifle at the Jukebox Hero upon his entrance.

The Jukebox Hero withdrew his sword in a split second, which seemed to irritate the man with the rifle. He spoke to the man in a clear tone:

"I do not understand why you are hiding. Please explain yourself and your interest with those civilians. Hide nothing from me and we shall both live. Lie to me and we shall have problems."

The Jukebox Hero put on his typical smug grin as he awaited the man's response.

Out of context: What is an ONI agent? And also, what's a Spartan? I'm familiar with Warhammer 40,000 if it has anything to do with that...

OOC:A spartan is from HALO, they are humans taken at 4 or 5 and are trained harshley physically and mentally, then they are given gentic improvement(somethin like it, I have the game and all books) to be stronger, faster and more resillient. Finally they are given MJOLNIR armor, can't remember what it is made from but it has an enegy shield able to regenerate after about 30 seconds of no hits taken. ONI is also from HALO, they are a special govt. something like the gestapo only less known.

Out of context: Gotcha. Thanks for the information. You'll find out who I am soon enough...maybe. By the way, what is your character doing, Horned Rat? I kinda got lost in regards to what he's doing.

OOC: I was replaying the last page or 2 from my characters veiw. Currentley he is freaking out with his SAW aimed at the spazzing Ted.

Happy Dancing Bunnies Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2004 6:43 pm Post subject:

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"L-L-LL-L-Lil-L-Liliath!" Ted shrieked while his body was having spasms. Ted's body flailing about and his head was jerking back and forth hitting his head against the ground. His pupils took up almost the entire area of his eye. Vomit was oozing from his mouth and his nose was bleeding.

OOC: Too late to join?

Out of context: It's up to Itranto, but I believe it's much too late to join.

OOC: He probably shouldn't see my face, due to the visor

The man with the sword was hardly threatening, but still, Jason thought it was better to co-operate, than lose this valuable ally. He lowered his rifle, and extended a hand.
"I'm Spartan-118. Call me that, or if I really trust you, Jason. I'm from the USNC, navspecwep. You don't need to know my affiliation, only that I'm not here to harm you, only study the infection. That's my job, along with protecting you."
The man did not look comfortable, probably because of Jason's tone of voice in referring to him and the others.
"Sorry, but whenever I have dealt with, well, non-Spartans, they only seem to get in the way, slowing me down. I really don't like that. And, I think you can put away your sword now. I have no intention of doing anything detrimental to you, and I highly suggest you all vacate this settlement, immediately."

OOC: I'm looking for the Jukebox Hero to reply relatively soon, as this seems to be an interesting conversation.

OOC:bump
IC:Unsure of what to do because from all the blood it looked like the guy was going to die but he kept his finger on the trigger.

{Nate}

Nate backed away slowly. Ted was shaking and vomiting. He looked at Mike. He had his shotgun ready. Some really freaky shit was going on here. Something wasn't right. He looked towards the bank and saw a tall young man enter it. Nate was puzzled. He hadn't seen the man before. There was something odd about him...

{James}

James frowned as the other Spartan went inside a building. He looked behind him and saw dark clothed man walking into the same building. James sighed and he then heard a scream from inside the bank. He entered it with his gun ready.

He walked down the stairs to the vault to find zombies attacking a small group of civillians. James lifted his pistol and aimed. He began to fire at the zombies. Heads exploded while blood and chunks of brains flew around. When all but one were killed, he took out his knife. He walked towards the thing and it turned towards him. James charged.

He slammed into the monster's body causing it to hit a wall. It fell to the floor. James took his kife and pinned it to the ground, like a bug. It began to squirm and it tried to bite his legs. James lifted his boot, and stepped on its head. He heard a sickening crunch as the skull was fractured and broken. Its brain began to swell and it exploded. James grinned. He looked at the people he had just saved.

They were tired and they looked hungry. He pulled out some candy bars he had been saving and threw them to the survivors. He took one of his shotguns and tossed it to them also. "Thank you..." said one of them. James stared at them emotionessly. He turned and began to go to the surface.

He heard a ringing in his ear. He looked at his OPSAT. Satalites had detected a major disturbence at the graveyard (or whereever Liliath is). He reloaded his pistol and began to walk...

IC:"Nate....."mike said in a nervous/calm manner "Nate....what do i do"? Realizing how much damage a "super" zombie could take mike switched to his durganov anti-tank rifle and continued aiming.
OOC:My natural reaction would be o empty a clip in him, but there goes the story.

Out of context: Sorry about the lack of response; I've been out all day.

"Well then," said the Jukebox Hero, sheathing his sword and grasping the man's hand, "I shall call you Jason. You may call me the Jukebox Hero, or any variation of that - my true name is inconsequential. I'm here mainly to get answers and information, much like yourself. I've found the civilians outside to be complete dullards, and I was wondering if you had any information about this 'infection.'" The Jukebox Hero smiled again, "And in case you thought I needed it, your protection will not be necessary. I'm thoroughly capable of handling myself."

OOC:bump, waiting for itrantos reply

He shook the mans hand, tightly.
"I'll call you Hero, if you don't mind. My country has no real intel on this "thing," that's why I'm here. Personally, I'd rather nuke the entire town, but we need intel."
Noise came in through the window, and Jason looked towards the bank, where the sounds were coming from. H jerked his head in that direction.
"Perhaps we should help them," he said as he jumped out the window, landing on the car parked on the curb. He ran towards the bank, at top speed, flying by the others in the van.
This, he thought, is going to get messy.
He leapt onto the van, then launched himself at the bank, crashing through the glass doors. Amid the flying shards, Jason smashed in an infected skull with the butt of his rifle. Ammo would be at a premium. He didn't bring much to fit his rifle with him. He'd have to conserve as much as he could. What he wouldn't give for some of his squadmates and a few Jackhammers. Whatever intel ONI could get from this op wasn't worth the risk of only sending a single Spartan, no matter how valuable. Damn the chain of command. Damnit!!

"Interesting," said the Jukebox Hero to himself. He had never seen a man as powerful as this Spartan fellow before in his life...well, besides himself. He wasn't too interested in this character, however; he was more interested in the root of the problem - the source of this "infection." He had hoped that the Spartan would know more about it, but he was wrong. All of the people he had met so far were utterly useless, and the Jukebox Hero feared that he would never find anyone helpful. No matter, though - he could figure this out for himself. Again he disappeared into the shadows...

Leshem, Abram, and Eshkol dropped themselves into the main sewer line. A large grate was lowered in piece by piece to be carried by Leshem and Abram, as well as a soldering iron and welding torch, while Eshkol took point, his Ruger Mini-30 Semi-Automatic Carbine guiding the way. It was pitch black, but the monks had no trouble with psychic night vision. Leshem whistled a bit to break the monotony as their legs thrashed knee deep in the sewer water.

"Watch where you step," Abram warned. "There could very well be one waiting like an aligator for someone to stroll by." It was, actually, unlikely that the hordes had infiltrated the sewer systems unless a small number had chased some poor soul, or a fool left a manhole open. These were professionals, and they weren't going to take stupid chances. They'd have yet to lose a single monk to the undead, and this small incident wouldn't be the first time they'd screw up their record.

“So brother Eshkol,” Eshkol was asked by Leshem.

“Yeah?”

“What’s your best in a minute?”

“One hundred thirty-seven in sixty seconds,” Eshkol said, almost gloating. Though Amitai was the First Class Cleric of the Byzantine Tetragrammaton of Celestialism, Eshkol was far more dangerous with firearms. He was the sharpshooter and master marksman. The Monk had missed less than a dozen shots in his life, or so the myths went. “I was on a roll; had covering fire in an alley when leading civilians into a sewer.” Eshkol laughed in nostalgia, “kinda like now. The horde was quick on us; might’ve been the evolved solanum that makes them run. I emptied magazines in 13 second intervals from the Mini-30. Eventually, the corpses had piled up in such a fashion that it created an organic wall that allowed the rest to safely enter.”

“That must have exhausted your munitions supply,” Leshem surmised.

Eshkol chuckled. “It was a minor Class 2, so it was just myself and Brother Kalev, so I wore my double belt. It held three times the normal magazines. I was well-prepared, but it wasn’t like ammunition was ever a problem.”

“Well-thought and nicely done, Brother Eshkol,” Abram commended.

Twenty minutes later, the three had reached the drainage point, the choke hold where the city’s sewer system was connected to the outside world. Leshem hooked the carbine around his shoulder as the iron bars and grating were set into place. Abram secured his welding torch as Leshem powered the soldering iron. Eshkol sat down, every now and then helping the others hold the iron bars into place as they placed a near unbreakable grating to sieve the seal the sewer system, taking around 30-45 minutes It was tough enough that anything aside from a power saw or an explosive satchel would blow through it. It was dark, it was silent, and the operation went rather smoothly.

No one could escape the zombies from underground

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“Y’know, we’re going to need some type of blockage from the Lake,” Avishay told Amitai.

“The chances of them actively going into the Lake and crossing north are miniscule at best. It’s not a priority at the moment,” Amitai instructed. “Just focus on your duty and report back once your gate has been finished.

So on trucks, the soldiers were ordered to quarantine the entire city area. Large Posts were stuck in and wire wrapped around every 100 feet. Three Floodgates were being constructed, the only points that were safe to enter. Reviv took west, Avishay east, and Amitai the southern gate. Several of the National Guard had taken Reviv’s advice, and many carried semi-automatic carbines, as well as .22 Rimfire Rifles. Accuracy and bullet-conservation was suddenly the prime issue, and through the monks, the soldiers learned the most efficient way of elimination. Silenced Beretta M9 Pistols became law, and many soldiers openly wielded machetes and Japanese Katanas in response to the Monks’ advice. They were looking less and less like an army and more and more like a force determined to rid the world of the undead.

Daylight began to wane, and countless undead fell as the workers put up the wires, patrolling them every 10 minutes to insure that, before the power to the city was shut down, that they would have a stable connection.

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[East Gate]

Avishay wasn’t much of a fighter compared to the others, but he had the same training, honed just as well. As the soldiers and guardsmen placed the long poles in the ground, running the wires to them and setting up a rudimentary barracks to act as a civil headquarters, Avishay strolled across the road. The outer suburbs had mostly been evacuated, and the roads lying towards the street just as desolate. The Midwest still had a bit of that rural charm that was missing for cities, and it was that rural charm which allowed easy containment without flushing through buildings to build a quarantine fence.

As 5:30 approached, Avishay was well-aware that the East Gate would be built without a problem, so he met with one of the commanding officers to show him how dangerous a city was for infestation. Uploading a program into the Civil HQ’s laptop, Avishay ran the Simulator (http://zombies.insertdisc.com/mattcordes/). After several rounds, the men were horrified.

“It only takes one,” Avishay taught. “One is all you need. If you stop it quick, and you stop it early, there won’t be a problem. But that’s impossible for cityscapes. It’s too easy to misdiagnose because solanum makes them seem dead. This is why hospitals and morgues are so dangerous. They are true Undead Bastions.” Avishay ran a second simulation (http://kevan.org/proce55ing/zombies/) to show how quickly it spread in more dense populations. “It can’t be stressed how quickly an infection can spread,” he said. “Their greatest weapon is panic, and man is inherently a creature of chaos. It’s just too perfect for them.”

Avishay pointed to the monitor, “As you can see, the behavioral patterns are clan-like. The invalids aren’t rogues, nor are they loners. They travel in packs. They take domains. Once they capture an area, they don’t move from it, they wait for the victims to come to them. This makes cleaning somewhat difficult. They’ve had plenty of time to dig themselves in and be ready when it’s time to move in, so I can’t tell you how much to be careful once sun-up hits.”

“Why Sun-Up?” Asked one officer.

“Because that’s when Amitai wants you guys to begin to clean your mess you have here. You didn’t actually expect us to do it, did you?”

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[West Gate]

Reviv fired once more from the Ruger Mini-30, the 7.62mm bullet breaking through the skull of the 27th zombie whom came a bit too close, and that was just Reviv’s score. There were 20 or so more with him, and it was beginning to become a game as they secured the roadway for the West Gate to be built. This was the one based on a Highway, so there was quite the many mice to kill before setting up the traps. Reviv had surmised that over 241 had already been killed, and not a single one broke five hundred yards from the current destination. However, it was beginning to get loud, and numbers were growing.

“You guys better hurry up with that gate. The more we stay here, the more they know we are here. Every bullet heard is another ring on the dinner bell,” Reviv announced. Reviv got a premonition that it might rain tonight. He didn’t like that thought at all. A thunderstorm would really make things difficult for all parties. However, he couldn’t feel anything but excited about the action in the morning. But by then, he suspected that he’d be back on his way to Zaire. They weren’t to have any role in the actual cleaning. It was an unwritten rule. They were there mainly to teach and train, as well as do some covert operations such as capture, define, classify, and log the threat. Reviv had some problems with this case. It just didn’t sit right with him.

“There’s three more comin’ fast!”

Reviv turned around, raising the Ruger Mini-30 to his shoulder, aligning it with his sight, and in three quick motions, the last of his magazine was shot from the rifle, the spring loaded ejection firing the magazine out from beneath the barrel, and in approximately a half a second, three more zombies fell to the mighty Reviv. He reached into his belt to insert a second 30-round magazine.

“How do you always get headshots?” the Monk was asked.

“I cheat,” Reviv said, grinning. He was trained, like all the others, to manipulate the bullets with their mind. Every single shot was one guided by telekinesis. Every single shot was perfect. Every single bullet went exactly where it was wanted to go. The way of the gun had not decreased the need for trained psychics, but made trained psychics closer to invincible. They could grab a bullet while it was still in the chamber, wrap their minds around it, and nudge it left, right, up, or down to suit their purposes. It was just too simple. “Are those gates done yet?” Reviv shouted.

“Almost!”

Reviv groaned, and stared down the street as .22 caliber fire ripped from behind him to dispatch a group of 7 more invalids approaching. Reviv would have to light all the corpses on fire when the gateway was done. It would be a rather large smoke billow. It may draw the attention of any surviving civilians. Reviv, however, was sure that there was much more under this dossier than a break-out. He believed that something like this was meant to happen, and If he found the perpetrator, no God would save that man from the fury of the Cleric.

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[Main Gate, South of the City]

Amitai actively aided the soldiers in putting this gate together, and as such, using his powerful telekinetic abilities in hoisting up the pikes, as well as being able to leap up to wrap the wires around, it was done much faster than the other two. The South Gate was the cut-off point for the Interstate, and was set along an on-ramp to leave the city. It was where the tanks had come from, and as such, near where the barricades had failed. However, the infestation there had seemingly been attracted to an area more inside the city, and dispersed, which was, quite frankly, peculiar for the horde to do. Amitai questioned this behavioral pattern in his mind, and suspected that this was more than just a simple Class 2, but something indeed was controlling these undead, as a hive would. Every Hive had it’s queen, and Amitai was destined to solve this quirk.

Amitai soon received calls at 5:45 and 5:50 regarding the construction of the East and West Gates. He checked once more about the solidarity of the double-wired electric fence system surrounding the infested region of the urban landscape. Once all necessary checks were completed, Amitai ordered the shutdown of the city.

At 6 P.M., All Power to the City Had Been Shut Off

The Gates had been charged with thousands of volts of electricity, the entire city’s power supply flowing through them. Signs were placed every 10 feet of wire to insure that any human knew not to touch the fences and seek one of the Gates. The operation had been successful so far, but Amitai still had a few more things to do, and would need to wake until the Huey copter was refueled, as Avishay would be taking it for a little stroll.

http://simplethinking.com/home/images/ausch_1_barracks_2.jpg

http://chaplog.co.uk/mike/images/Electric%20fence.JPG

[Central node,Throne Room]
Liliath was enjoying this game with the brotherhood.They were so...self-righteous and arrogant to her.Humans,thinking that she was a mere infection.Just for fun,she sent normal,weakened zombies against the barricade,lulling the fools.Her subtle scans had shown them to be psychics,wielding psionic powers.Very well.She had magic,she had technology,both organic and inorganic,she had psionics,she had powers far bryond them.She would let them fall into her deception.She had no need of electricity.Her true children,the enhanced zombies she had made,they were now fully as intelligent as humans,1.5 times stronger than average,faster,tougher,all of them able to regenerate,all with human-grade intellects that could coordinate.

Her network had spread over the entire town by now and she looked at these psychics.To her,their power,their minds,all the little human minds were drops in the ocean of her awareness.And so,just for her pleasure,she decided to zap one of the monks dead,erase his mind.

[Ted]
Ted screamed as the virus flowed through him.He could hear voices,warring voiced within his mind.Suddenly,a booming voice entered."Me,a pregnant 'zombie'?I think it.More like...a succubus.You know what that is don't you little thing.Maybe I should torment you more for that insult." Just as the pian was about to increase,the voice of the Major rang out.

"LILIATH,leave the man alone.If you must,leave all these people alone.I will........I......I will submit to your will.Just leave these humans alone.Do not toy with them.Do not touch them.Do not taint them with your power.You have me.I will serve you.Just don't kill them."

"Hmm,very well.You shall have his pain then my dear consort.Oh,and our daughter is awakening.Eve will bring a whole new level to this don't you think."

With that,the voices left Ted's mind,only a burning scream as someone suffered inhuman pain,a familiar scream,indicating something horrible was happening to the Major.

[Sewers]
The new tank zombies,with great powers of regeneration,sheathed in an engineered diamondoid skin harder than diamond,compressed bulks of muscle and diamondoid as well as neutronite,strolled towards the main sewer gate.So far,the little things had been deceived.Talking at psionic wavelengths and by pheromones and body language,the zombies moved together,each now as smart as a normal human,the possessed humans moving in front,clones born from Liliath's womb factories,now making up the first wave of her forces.They marched,their echose resounding through the sewers,as the 'tank' zombies and 2 bodyguard zombies of Liliath moved to dismantle the trap.

[Van]
Amir commed Ricky and Uly."Watch out.We got a Spartan from an unknown nation.Status unknown.You guys are normal baseline humans.Unaugmented.I'm a cyborg.I can match these new arrivals.Get the civilians out of there and instil some discipline in there.We have new arrivals.Some kind of 'tank' zombies.Skin is harder than diamond.And they regenerate fast.Get moving.

Moving fast,courtesy of his chemically enhanced muscles,CVT system,artipahge enhancement and superconductive nervous system,Amir leapt onto the roof,landing with a flex of his legs before rushing with blade outthrust.He ducked at rammed into the Spartan before pointing a kindjal at a joint in his neck,the shield brought down by his ram.

"Listen hear,Spartan.What country are you from?Know this.I am Amir,a cyborg commando.I have fought your kind.And where I come from,we train to fight in melee and close combat from a young age.I can certainly kill you,just as you can kill me.Indeed,we are evenly matched,though my skill at close combat far surpasses yours,while you,you Spartans tend to be undisputed masters in gun combat.I got a kindjal ready to penetrate the nerves and arteries in your neck.And you have a gun pointed at the base of my skull.So I say that we are at an impasse.State your name and nation,and I will give you mine."

Amir tensely waited,before moving in a flash to sweep the Spartans feet out from under it,the half-ton of man and armour falling down,before his fall was arrested by Amir grabbing him in midfall and restoring him to balance,the Spartan's rifle on the ground and Amir's kindjal sheathed.

"Now,both of us are on equal terms.No weapons pointed at each other.Just a standoff.My name is Amir.And yours,Spartan?I expect reciprocity from you.I merely disarmed you and put us on equal terms,before I gave you my name.That from me was a gesture of goodwill.From that little display,you know I'm faster and more skilled in melee combat than you,though granted you are stronger due to your advanced armour.Your business?

OOC:a lot of new postings.and now I'm assuming that Liliath is going all out.Wheels within wheels within wheels ad infinatum.Plans within plans.Wll be unveiling the twist soon.Eve will be a bit of a surprise.Already hinted that in one of my postings earlier.heh.

double post

The zombie group move in squads,along the line of electric wires.Occasionally,one of them was shot by a guard,but rapidly healed,the blood containing a dilute molecular acid that slowly dissolved any material to its base components.Clutched in their hands were organic weapons.Pods that spewed fluorine gas,able to dissolve glass,while among the group were littered cyberzombies,ewuipped with spray rifles that shot concentrated sulphuric acid.

Expendable human clones were used to probe and test the fences.As well,groups were moving to flank the 3 agents of Ilham that remained.The goddess had given them free will and intelligence.They would use it well to serve her cause.The ones whose names were Ricky,Uly and Amir,the Destroyer of Kali.They would pay.

Meanwhile,in the sewers a 'tank' zombie lumbered to a grate,recently installed to bar access to a critical path.It gripped the grate,electric current runnig into its body.With a roar,its slowly began to bend the hard metal grate,that twisted,buckled and finally came apart under the stress.

It turned and plodded into the shadows,its bulk belying the great speed with which it moved,as fast as 80 km/h/

The Jukebox Hero watched the man at the West Gate fire at the approaching zombies, each bullet boring a hole in the center of the skull of its target. The man was too accurate for the Jukebox Hero's tastes...much too accurate. He knew that the man must be manipulating the bullets with his mind somehow. Yes, that was it - he was a witch. The Jukebox Hero was quite disturbed by this - he had been taught from day one that witches were evil, the most vile of all foes. He couldn't be sure that this man was a witch, however, so he decided to investigate. As a child, the Jukebox Hero was found to be a psychic null - he was not in tune with psychic forces in any way, and thus was completely immune to them, and actually could dispel them if he got close enough. Some called him "Witch Hunter," for in his day he had killed his fair share if ingrate psychics, making it his life's work to root out and destroy all witches.

The Jukebox Hero crept forward towards the man shooting at the zombies, making sure to not be seen, although this was a difficult task due to the presence of quite a few soldiers. As soon as the Jukebox Hero got close enough to the man, he saw that his aim quickly went off - each bullet did not hit its mark, some harmlessly hitting the ground around the zombies as the man became over-reliant on his psychic skills. The man shooting became quite confused as his shots went wild compared to how accurately he was shooting before. He became even more confused when he felt the chill of a blade on his neck. The Jukebox Hero now had the man in a thoroughly vulnerable position, and as he placed his hand on the man's shoulder, the man convulsed to no small degree as his psychic powers were completely nullified (Out of context: Not permanently). The Jukebox Hero spoke into the man's ear with severe viscosity:

"Drop your weapon, abomination."

Out of context: There's a bit more background on my character. Don't try to pull any fast ones...

His eyes were burning. Ted managed to stand up.

"Look, I'm leaving. I'm most likely going to die anyway. Just go on without me." Ted said as he turned on his heel and started walking off. He walked down an alley and saw a group of zombies. A super zombie was with them. Ted pushed a garbage can over. The zombies ran at him.

"Liliath, I know you can hear me through your puppets. Make them take me to you or just have them kill me." he said sadly.

The super zombie grabbed Ted by the throat and smashed him against the wall. The air was forced from his lungs and the super zombie slung him over his shoulder.

Out of context: Sorry about some of the misused words in my last post; I was writing quickly...oh well.

Wow, you come looking for this:

http://cinespia.org/recommendations/dawn_of_the_dead.jpg

But instead you get this: (Taken from Return to Castle Wolfenstein, where you buy a game to fight Nazis, find out you're fighting zombies instead, and then when you get used to that, they combine them and outfit them like they would a Panzer Tiger)

http://www.rtcw.co.uk/images/cyborgabig.jpg

http://www.gamenavigator.ru/pub/gallery/screenshots/548.jpg

This has certainly taken a turn for the weird. Jesus, Diamondoid, how can something be harder than diamond, albeit ignoring the fact that it's coming from nowhere, where as even Diamond takes at least a million years of constant pressure on carbon? Let's try to adhere at least to the main idea of the ordeal a bit, and not start throwing all sorts of techno-babble and space-age crap at it. We should respect the timeline yes? How about we try not to turn a simple zombie into an "OMG INVINCIBLE BIO-ENGINEERED MONSTER ROAWR!" because it if keeps going like this, it will really get ridiculous.

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[Central node,Throne Room]
Liliath was enjoying this game with the brotherhood. They were so...self-righteous and arrogant to her. Humans,thinking that she was a mere infection. Just for fun, she sent normal,weakened zombies against the barricade, lulling the fools. Her subtle scans had shown them to be psychics, wielding psionic powers. Very well. She had magic, she had technology, both organic and inorganic, she had psionics, she had powers far beyond them. She would let them fall into her deception. She had no need of electricity. Her true children, the enhanced zombies she had made, they were now fully as intelligent as humans, 1.5 times stronger than average, faster, tougher, all of them able to regenerate, all with human-grade intellects that could coordinate.

Her network had spread over the entire town by now and she looked at these psychics. To her,their power, their minds, all the little human minds were drops in the ocean of her awareness. And so, just for her pleasure, she decided to zap one of the monks dead, erase his mind.

Fortunately, Avishay had conducted a Group Mind Block for just cause, as the Monks always took precautions to prevent anyone from reading their minds. The Mind Block also prevented any sort of other psychic attacks or magical infiltrations of their psyche. This prevented Avishay, in order to keep the block up, from using any kind of psychic technique himself, but as he was primarily just a helicopter pilot, it was worth the risk.

If one just makes zombies, does it not seem a little odd how they would instinctually have the knowledge of a high school graduate? The only way I can think of that happening is if the Queen's genes were being passed on, as as her genetic structure is augmented by the hosts she consumes, it's possible that the memories of her victims are being passed to her offspring as well; just a random tangent of thought

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[Sewers]
The new tank zombies,with great powers of regeneration, sheathed in an engineered diamondoid skin harder than diamond, compressed bulks of muscle and diamondoid as well as neutronite,strolled towards the main sewer gate. So far, the little things had been deceived. Talking at psionic wavelengths and by pheromones and body language, the zombies moved together, each now as smart as a normal human, the possessed humans moving in front, clones born from Liliath's womb factories, now making up the first wave of her forces. They marched, their echoes resounding through the sewers, as the 'tank' zombies and 2 bodyguard zombies of Liliath moved to dismantle the trap.

Meanwhile, in the sewers a 'tank' zombie lumbered to a grate, recently installed to bar access to a critical path. It gripped the grate, electric current runnig into its body. With a roar, its slowly began to bend the hard metal grate, that twisted, buckled and finally came apart under the stress.

Roawr! Invincible Techno-Zombies!

The monks hadn't yet left.

Eshkol just grinned and laugh as this lumbering being approached their new grate. "You've got to be kidding me," he laughed at its hilarity. This was indeed something funny. "You're seeing this too right?" He asked of Leshem and Abram.

"Yes, Brother Eshkol, I see it," Abram nodded.

Leshem fired once from the Ruger Mini-30, which seemed to bounce off its armor. "Well, it seems something is indeed just making these."

"Let's draw it," Abram suggested.

The Three Monks closed their eyes, holding their arms out. Their psychic energies wrapping around the 'tank' zombie. In seconds, it's arms were ripped from it's main body, slamming against the wall, it's legs torn from its torso, and it's skull ripped from it's neck, and then imploded upon itself. The Torso, kept floating in the air, was then divided as its ribs were parted from it's spine, and disemboweled its innards. Abram lift the body parts aflame, as having access to the flesh uunderneath, to melt it to little more than ooze. It was a clensing that no matters of bio-regeneration could survive. It was complete cellular death.

"We'll need a sentry in case something like that comes here again. We'll need some of the special ammunition as well," Abram suggested.

"We always keep two sentries in the cargo in case we need a fortified position," Leshem said. "But We only have five hundred rounds of the glycerin bullets, and they're still experimental."

"Don't have a choice here, Brother Leshem. This grate must be secured, and we don't want to be the ones to do it. I don't want to mess with those things down here again," Abram said. He wrapped his mind around one of the arms, and telekinetically summoned it to his grasp for analyzing.

Eshkol grinned, "You act as if you think that's the only one."

Abram sighed.

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The Jukebox Hero watched the man at the West Gate fire at the approaching zombies, each bullet boring a hole in the center of the skull of its target. The man was too accurate for the Jukebox Hero's tastes...much too accurate. He knew that the man must be manipulating the bullets with his mind somehow. Yes, that was it - he was a witch. The Jukebox Hero was quite disturbed by this - he had been taught from day one that witches were evil, the most vile of all foes. He couldn't be sure that this man was a witch, however, so he decided to investigate. As a child, the Jukebox Hero was found to be a psychic null - he was not in tune with psychic forces in any way, and thus was completely immune to them, and actually could dispel them if he got close enough. Some called him "Witch Hunter," for in his day he had killed his fair share if ingrate psychics, making it his life's work to root out and destroy all witches.

The Jukebox Hero crept forward towards the man shooting at the zombies, making sure to not be seen, although this was a difficult task due to the presence of quite a few soldiers. As soon as the Jukebox Hero got close enough to the man, he saw that his aim quickly went off - each bullet did not hit its mark, some harmlessly hitting the ground around the zombies as the man became over-reliant on his psychic skills. The man shooting became quite confused as his shots went wild compared to how accurately he was shooting before. He became even more confused when he felt the chill of a blade on his neck. The Jukebox Hero now had the man in a thoroughly vulnerable position, and as he placed his hand on the man's shoulder, the man convulsed to no small degree as his psychic powers were completely nullified (Out of context: Not permanently). The Jukebox Hero spoke into the man's ear with severe viscosity:

"Drop your weapon, abomination."

As there was only one way to approach the West Gate, that being the East, and as it was being built on a Highway, an approaching person was exactly what the 50 or so men were all meaning to keep an eye out for. Reviv wasn't alone at all. The chances of being snuck up on would have been 0% on a good day. Unless the JukeBox Man can fly in the air, there's no way he was going to sneak up on the Gate operation.

Reviv also retired shooting after spending his first magazine. THe soldiers were getting the hang of it. They had a bigger supply than he did by his lonesome, so he took more of an administrative duty, overlooking the operation, and every not and then, assisting with putting down an insurrection.

"It seems like we got our first survivalist," One of the snipers pointed out to Reviv.

Indeed, it did seem like a man was coming up. It was odd that Reviv wouldn't have noticed it intuitively. This, of course, could only mean that the person was a Psychic Void, a hole in the astral plane of co-existence. Reviv didn't find this a problem, as there were always more indirect paths. He could only hope that the man was no Psychic Psink, as that would be slightly draining. Reviv didn't mind Voids, because Byzantium carried them. It was just how one was born. However, Psinks required patience to work with, and a strong willpower to overcome. It required roughly twice the concentration to use any discipline in their presence. They weren't exactly a favored kind of person, and because they were not only disconnected from the Astral Plane like Voids, giving them a feeling of ostrasization, and sociopathic behavior and tendencies to be a loner, Psinks were usually destructive, with little regard to those connected to the Astral Plane at all. They were engineered to destroy it in some way. It was a good thing that they were so incredibly rare.

If ever Reviv's concentration was put at risk, his natural skill and experience of two decades of firearm training would still show through. All the monks were in their middle 30's. These were men of obvious age and experience in dealing with threats of which nature didn't cause. These were men of peace and of war. They were the masters of the Gun-Kata, the most deadly martial art involving fire-arms known, but whose proficiency relied completely on using side-arms, and not a rifle. The Monkhood did not rely on their gifts, as where they were from, it was normality to have such potential. Like any other Brotherhood, they relied on their Faith, their Willpower, and their Training; all things in absolute.

Reviv placed his Ruger Mini-30 around his shoulder as he witnessed the Psink approach him. Reviv found the presence dangerous to him and to the goals. Yet, Reviv could only grin when he was insulted. This man was surely a fool if he thought he stood a chance to order around a Byzantium Monk. "Abomination?" Reviv chuckled. "You have no authority here civilian. The Civil Headquarters is over there. The soldiers and medics can check you out, and send you on your way to your families or a shelter away from the quarentine zone." Reviv turned toward the soldiers, "We've got a civilian here. He seems clean, check him out and send him packing."

As it was, half a dozen men did walk toward Reviv and the JukeBox Man to give him a thorough check-out at the medical tent and remove him from the situation.

Reviv just grinned.

OOC: I'll have you know that Spartans are damned good at hand-to-hand combat, Ilham. A Spartan with one small knife is accompanied by at least 10 bodies, and I've seen them take on Elites and Hunters, close up. If you've ever seen Halo, you probably know what a Hunter is. Think about it.
I've really lost it haven't I?
He looked into the eyes of the one called Amir. His rifle at his feet. Fast as he was, Jason doubted he could reach it before that knife got him. This guy was surprisingly quick, surpassing even his own reaction times.
"Very well. If you must really know, I am from the Federation of Brandoniats, my name is Spartan-118, Jason. I'm here to study these things."
He slowly bent down, and retieved his rifle, eyes on Amir at all times. He surveyed the situation around him. Nearly surrounded by infected, and a potential hostile, right in front of him. Jason doubted if even the legendary 117 could make it out of this mess.The Spartan program was meant to be a special forces team, not a mud slogger. There also appeared to be a new type of enemy, with shiny armour, which his spectrometer classified as a type of diamond. These guys looked tougher than Hunters.
"Alright, listen. These big guys showing up, I doubt even I can handle. I've got a few mini-fusion bombs, which might get them. We should pull everyone out of the bank, and demolish it. Right now. What do you think?"

Out of context: A pissing contest...fun, fun. Okay, this is getting overly complicated - people are setting up electric fences, using psychic powers, and apparently Zales has put out a line of super-zombies...

Sorry, didn't know about that whole attacking from the East thing...I'm not familiar with the layout of this town, so I guess I could just retract that post. And please, have some respect; the Jukebox Hero is no civilian. Anyway, just forget I ever attacked you, and I'll forget you ever took me to...wherever you took me. AND MAYBE I CAN FLY...

And seriously, if you guys don't tone this whole thing down and make it less complicated, I'm splitting. I don't want any more electric fences, monks, or anything like that entering this story. Sorry if I'm making unreasonable demands, but those are my conditions. So Hexagrams, please simplify things just a tad, and stop trying to control this whole story, or I walk.

And please, everyone just quit whining...wait, maybe that's what I'm doing...

I bid you good day...evening...night...WHATEVER.

Out of context: A pissing contest...fun, fun. Okay, this is getting overly complicated - people are setting up electric fences, using psychic powers, and apparently Zales has put out a line of super-zombies...

Sorry, didn't know about that whole attacking from the East thing...I'm not familiar with the layout of this town, so I guess I could just retract that post. And please, have some respect; the Jukebox Hero is no civilian. Anyway, just forget I ever attacked you, and I'll forget you ever took me to...wherever you took me. AND MAYBE I CAN FLY...

And seriously, if you guys don't tone this whole thing down and make it less complicated, I'm splitting. I don't want any more electric fences, monks, or anything like that entering this story. Sorry if I'm making unreasonable demands, but those are my conditions. So Hexagrams, please simplify things just a tad, and stop trying to control this whole story, or I walk.

And please, everyone just quit whining...wait, maybe that's what I'm doing...

I bid you good day...evening...night...WHATEVER.

OOC: The fences seem to be being built so no one leaves the town. Y'know, so zombies don't escape and just go killl in another city and start it all over again. Kinda like when Martial Law is declared.

I think the other guuy was saying in his OOC's that he also wanted it toned down a bit. I printed this thing out to read (I was the zombie buff waay back on page 3 or 4), and yeah, it was neat for Ilham to take the bio-virus approach to twist the plot a little, but it is getting a bit out of hand now with the cyber-zombies and the diamond-zombies and all the HALO stuff (since when was this set in a future where HALO was able to exist? I thought it was a modern based RP. Shouldn't you respect that timeline?). Things have just been getting a bit out of hand, and maybe the person who started it (Iteranto) should get a firmer grip on it.

Otherwise, JBH makes a good point, but then again, if his character is just a drifter with no proper identification, I don't see how any police or military force wouldn't just address him as a civilian. He's probably lucky they don't arrest him for carrying illegal weaponry {if he has any. Some cops can be pricks like that.}. Did you attack him JBH? It seemed from reading that, you only approached him and tried to interfere with his powers.

Hell, was I the only one that noticed the possibility of Ilham saying he'd start putting magic powers in the RP? Oooh jeez....

This is just a spectator's rant

OOC:where is Itranto?bump

Out of context: I was hostile with him, but I didn't exactly ATTACK him per se. Just put a knife to his throat and told him to put down his weapon...happens to me everyday...Not really, but ya know. My previous post still stands.

ooc: alright, i agree that things are getting really complex...i myself now dont have much time to look over all the stuff. If someone could summarize what has happened since my last visit, I'll be making cuts. (no character cuts, just organizing stuff) i'm also thinking about wrapping this up soon, so telegram me to let me know if your character/s lives or dies. Some people will have to die and im just looking for volunteers. I'll even have a character die if you want.

to answer horned rat's question, i was busy watching some really crappy horror movies with my friends, and sleeping for the rest of the day. god am i tired...

I'm thinking about ending this in about two weeks so i need the telegrams asap.

Jason smashed in the head of a base infected coming up behind him, then turned back to Amir. The monk was strangely calm, amidst all this carnage. He would camly fire his weapon, and move to the next target. A model of efficiency. The mob was getting closer, and the uber-infected were scrabbling to get closer. The AI in his head was calmly screaming at him to get them out of here, and he would be happy to oblige, if only this monk would respond.
"What ever you want to do, I suggest you make your choice now. These things are getting awfully close, and those big ones are eying me like a canned dinner!"

IC:Seeing a group of zombies come out and Ted yelling at them about "taking him". Mike didn't care all he heard was the trigger slick on his SAW and the foes die in droves unfortunantley the super zombie with ted was still alive and mike pulled the durganov anti-tank rifle out.....

OOC:To set things straight,I am sourcing many ideas for this bio virus thing from science fiction/fantasy ok.For an idea of some of the things I am sourcing from go to http://www.orionsarm.com/.

and for an inkiling of the story I am trying to thread into this go to http://www.pantheon.org/ and look up for the entries to Lilith,Adam and Eve ok.

As for Liliath,she is an AI gone rampant but was encoded into a viral form.She basically plans to achieve godhood and destroy humanity,her purity of essence.And her power and knowledge grows even without absorbing hosts.She is reaching higher topophosic levels every time and is rapidly ascending so basically the stort is in essence to destroy her before she achieves her ultimate form.go to http://www.orionsarm.com/ and look up 'singularity'.

That is why she can tap all these forces.and a god-like being like her can squash the damn monks or whatever,but is constrained by the intercession of her captured consort.

as for the syberzombies and all that,I think that a virus like her is intelligent enough to do away with rotting corpse zombies and go for the athletic possessed humans type seen in the movie '28 Days Later'.

and guys,I know about Starcraft,Warhammer 40k,Halo and etc ok.Trust me on this.I am just trying to make the story interesting,but we are getting some fucking invincible type monks who are just fucking up the story in my opinion.I am trying to keep it realistic,this story.All the characters are still human,which means they are nothing compared to this Liliath who is a GOD-LIKE entity.

And Itranto,its your story ok,so just tell me whether you want us to take a different direction.Awaits reply.

OOC:I like it like a two-edged sword. It's cool with the bio-engineering and adaptation, but making human clones makes it harder with an unlimited supply. Kill the clones make super-zombies and make more clones etc.
So all in all, i think Itranto should have final say.

ooc: lets just tune down the zombies. like just super zombies are the strongest. Well, just no like diamond plated zombies with magic...oh yeah, no one save me...I got a little plan....i liek pie!

ooc: lets just tune down the zombies. like just super zombies are the strongest. Well, just no like diamond plated zombies with magic...oh yeah, no one save me...I got a little plan....i liek pie!

ooc: lets just tune down the zombies. like just super zombies are the strongest. Well, just no like diamond plated zombies with magic...oh yeah, no one save me...I got a little plan....i liek pie!

ooc: lets just tune down the zombies. like just super zombies are the strongest. Well, just no like diamond plated zombies with magic...oh yeah, no one save me...I got a little plan....i liek pie!

ooc: lets just tune down the zombies. like just super zombies are the strongest. Well, just no like diamond plated zombies with magic...oh yeah, no one save me...I got a little plan....i liek pie!

ooc: lets just tune down the zombies. like just super zombies are the strongest. Well, just no like diamond plated zombies with magic...oh yeah, no one save me...I got a little plan....i liek pie!

ooc: lets just tune down the zombies. like just super zombies are the strongest. Well, just no like diamond plated zombies with magic...oh yeah, no one save me...I got a little plan....i liek pie!

since the movie is coming out, I thought, why not make a RP about it. Once there are enough people on, we'll begin.
My bro + mum have seen it...not me.Too young. :(

ooc: lets just tune down the zombies. like just super zombies are the strongest. Well, just no like diamond plated zombies with magic...oh yeah, no one save me...I got a little plan....i liek pie!

Could you post that one more time? Ahh...

to debate what we'll keep and what we'll throw out, go here

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=139107

OOC:I am sorry I haven't posted in a long time.My grandmother died just this week so I was busy with the funeral arrangements and haven't been able to post.Please forgive the lack of postings by me.

I am considering my guys gone,as in that they were never there.I an going to try to start this thing anew another time,and will tg Itranto about it.I agree that it was etting too disorganised.My guys were never there,end of story for them,ok.

I am sorry but I don't have time right now to deal with with story.I have family affairs to deal with and other issues of real life.I hope you understand.It was a good rp while it lasted.

This was a good story while it lasted thanx for giving me something to read on here for a bit.