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Located on the scenic island of Mortic, Jangle Jangle ridge has now built a large military base, along with a rich uranium mine. All leaders of nations, industries, and military units interested will be allowed to visit and take a look at up and coming projects at our exposition.

OOC: So you know, this is the RP I had a thread on earlier. I changed everything around. This is going to be the thread. So you know, the thread isn't just going to be something boring. Don't send someone you aren't willing to have killed. Some spies, etc, might try to sneak into the exposition or the mines, or maybe into the lower portions of the the base.

OOC: No one cares? At all? Intrigue! Mystery! Spooooooooooky! Ok, whatever. I'll just wait.

OOC: Looks interesting, I'll send Liquidus and a few legions of Skarjj Troopers as per usual :).

OOC: Looks interesting, I'll send Liquidus and a few legions of Skarjj Troopers as per usual :).
OOC: Nah. One to three people. Don't screw up a good RP.

Located on the scenic island of Mortic, Jangle Jangle ridge has now built a large military base, along with a rich uranium mine. All leaders of nations, industries, and military units interested will be allowed to visit and take a look at up and coming projects at our exposition.

OOC: So you know, this is the RP I had a thread on earlier. I changed everything around. This is going to be the thread. So you know, the thread isn't just going to be something boring. Don't send someone you aren't willing to have killed. Some spies, etc, might try to sneak into the exposition or the mines, or maybe into the lower portions of the the base.

We have many terrorirists in this exposition.
Prepare to die.

Allah Akbar.

:mp5:

We have many terrorirists in this exposition.
Prepare to die.

Allah Akbar.

:mp5:

Thanks for telling us. Prepare to have them die.

Dontbe Stupid.

Three Praetonians will be sent to your 'exposition' (you do realise that isnt a word dont you?). They will be chosen by means of ticket inside crisp packet.

The Evil Empire of Akaton will send its vampire vice president, Count Yuri (it doesn't really matter if he dies, he's undead already). Also, a scientist who has no name tag will come as well.

OOC: Ths sounds cool. If I don't post in this RP again, it's because I can't find it.

Three Praetonians will be sent to your 'exposition' (you do realise that isnt a word dont you?). They will be chosen by means of ticket inside crisp packet.
OOC: Ah. What does expo stand for then? I get these things messed up. Well, glad you guys joined. I need more people. I have three whole people now. I'll start tommorrow, so more people can join. Ok?

Dumpsterdam would be willing to send a small group to watch this exposition, a Karel Doorman class frigate will drop them off at the island.
The team consist of two highly trained Royal Stormtroopers armed with modified m16 assault rifles, sidearms and Royal storm swords.(basicly just swords with a good cutting egde.)

Alexia Ulas, the daughter of fleet admiral Ulas will be attending as a leading researcher on nuclear development.

We will send over a pair of captains who we don't need any more.

OOC: Their death would be unmourned. Please make death amusing.

We will send over a pair of captains who we don't need any more. Their death would be unmourned. Please make death amusing.

OOC: The dying part was an OOC note. So you know. It'll be a roleplay, starting off showing people weapons, then bad things start happening. I won't give it away, but just note that they'll get attacked, etc.

OOC: Oh, ok. Sorry mate, heh. Shall alter accordingly.

OOC: Oh, ok. Sorry mate, heh. Shall alter accordingly.
OOC: That was a daring, quite radical change. We bow to you. :D

I, Lord Jamith shall attend the exposition, along with two of my highly trained bodyguards. This could be entertaining.

We will accept you gladly.

OOC: Heh, I have a nasty trick to play on the groups. Also, you can Roleplay spies trying to infiltrate the mine or the lower levels of the base. If you do, it'll completely change the storyline. I have it set up for both.

OOC: Expose (The e has a ' on it).

IC: The three 'winners' of the crisp packet ticket competition are: Hordadrius Appus (Schoo child, 13), Tiberius Dio (Pensioner, 87) and Petrinus Thrax (Sociology Student, 21). They will be sent by supersonic jet.

OOC: Expose (The e has a ' on it).

IC: The three 'winners' of the crisp packet ticket competition are: Hordadrius Appus (Schoo child, 13), Tiberius Dio (Pensioner, 87) and Petrinus Thrax (Sociology Student, 21). They will be sent by supersonic jet.
OOC: Thanks. And I hope the 13 and 21 year old people are ninjas and the 87 year old is a ninja master. Otherwise, they might be dead.

Bump

Unfortunately, my original team of two inspectors and an armed guard has been changed to one Inspector with one Guard and a Volunteer. We would prefer not to disclose anything about the volunteer, but the Inspector will be unarmed, and the Guard will be issued with a sidearm of a Desert Eagle. The Volunteer has not told us what he was bringing with him, and we will not disclose any of his qualifications. Needless to say, we trust him more than the rest of the team.

We will send the team post haste. We would prefer if they can arrive by plane. Does the island have a landing strip? If not, we can send them by boat, but it will take a little longer.

OOC: 1 RL day by plane, 2 for Boat.

Ok, my final 3 people are myself(Lord Jamith), and 2 genectically engineered supersoldiers, with the strength of a Silverback gorilla and the speed and agility of a cat.

Unfortunately, my original team of two inspectors and an armed guard has been changed to one Inspector with one Guard and a Volunteer. We would prefer not to disclose anything about the volunteer, but the Inspector will be unarmed, and the Guard will be issued with a sidearm of a Desert Eagle. The Volunteer has not told us what he was bringing with him, and we will not disclose any of his qualifications. Needless to say, we trust him more than the rest of the team.

We will send the team post haste. We would prefer if they can arrive by plane. Does the island have a landing strip? If not, we can send them by boat, but it will take a little longer.

OOC: 1 RL day by plane, 2 for Boat.

We are pleased to say that, along with the base, we have made a landing strip. It provides ease of transportation. We will be expecting you.

OOC: Excellent, my team shall be there tomorrow. Oh, and I do hope there will be someone to take us to the Exposition along with the rest of the people.

OOC: Expose (The e has a ' on it).

IC: The three 'winners' of the crisp packet ticket competition are: Hordadrius Appus (Schoo child, 13), Tiberius Dio (Pensioner, 87) and Petrinus Thrax (Sociology Student, 21). They will be sent by supersonic jet.

You do know that 'Expose' means "A formal exposition of facts", right?

Exposition is a word..

ex·po·si·tion ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ksp-zshn)
n.

1. A setting forth of meaning or intent.
2.
1. A statement or rhetorical discourse intended to give information about or an explanation of difficult material.
2. The art or technique of composing such discourses.
3. Music.
1. The first part of a composition in sonata form that introduces the themes.
2. The opening section of a fugue.
4. The part of a play that provides the background information needed to understand the characters and the action.
5. An act or example of exposing.
6. A public exhibition or show, as of artistic or industrial developments.

You do know that 'Expose' means "A formal exposition of facts", right?

Exposition is a word..
OOC: Doujin my friend now! So, wanna join the RP?

OOC: No thanks, I don't really RP much - I just hang around to annoy the fuck out of people ;)

OOC: No thanks, I don't really RP much - I just hang around to annoy the fuck out of people ;)
OOC: Hmm, sounds like what I do half the time.

OOC: Bumpy!

OOC: Yay! I found the thread again!

IC: The vice president of Akaton, Count Yuri, and his annonymous scientist/henchman will be arriving in about four hours. We don't have any civilian air transports (terrorists got em'), so they will be coming via D-15 dropship. Don't shoot it down thinking you're being invaded, it carries no troops!

OOC: Yay! I found the thread again!

IC: The vice president of Akaton, Count Yuri, and his annonymous scientist/henchman will be arriving in about four hours. We don't have any civilian air transports (terrorists got em'), so they will be coming via D-15 dropship. Don't shoot it down thinking you're being invaded, it carries no troops!

We're glad to know of the growing interest in our military projects.

OOC: Bump!

OOC: We will send the assistant director of nuclear research along with two " Jewel " Special Forces Troops. My first rp since I left this game a year ago = P

OOC: We will send the assistant director of nuclear research along with two " Jewel " Special Forces Troops. My first rp since I left this game a year ago = P
OOC: Ok. I'm starting it tommorrow.

OOC: Perfect maybe hmm 11 hours from now? Then I'll have a full 5 hours to rp away hehe And by the way check out my population... i got lots of people just you people know ok? Also they will be dropped off by Apache Helicopter which will be launched off the SS? Is that what you call ships? Meshalov Cruisor yup

OOC: About 11 hours. It's 11 PM here.

9 pm here. my dad leaves for work 5 am so i got that till like until 8 ... = P

9 pm here. my dad leaves for work 5 am so i got that till like until 8 ... = P
OOC: Mkay.

Ximea will be sending General Rupert Drake (XMC) and two guards. Drake carries a S&W 500 revolver. (Of course it's an impractical weapon, but he carries it for purely ceremonial purposes.)
The two guards, Mr. Black and Mr. Frost, both carry FN Five-seveN pistols and P-90 submachine guns. They also carry extra ammunition for General Drake's revolver.

Ximea will be sending General Rupert Drake (XMC) and two guards. Drake carries a S&W 500 revolver (http://www.swfirearms.vista.com/store/index.php3?cat=293531&item=831458&sw_activeTab=1). He loads them with specialized (and expensive) mercury-tipped rounds. (Of course it's an impractical weapon, but he carries it for purely ceremonial purposes.)
The two guards, Mr. Black and Mr. Frost, both carry FN Five-seveN pistols and P-90 submachine guns. They also carry AN-M14 TH3 grenades and extra ammunition for General Drake's revolver.
OOC: They'll be stopped on the way in because of the grenades, so you know. And the mercury-tipped bullets would likely be confiscated too. Also, mercury seeps through almost anything.

OOC: Fair enough. Actually, I know about the difficulties involved in producing mercury-tipped bullets (the mercury tends to combine with the lead and seep out). However, I'd been led to believe that they were possible with currently-existing technology. I could be wrong (but in a game where people are building kilometer-long trimaran battleships, practicality becomes...flexible).
That said, since the RP hasn't started yet, I'm going to go ahead and edit my "guests'" loadout.

OOC: Is there any way to prevent the death of these people?

The representatives of Akaton will be arriving shortly. As far as weapons go, the annonymous henchman is unarmed, though skilled with a rifle or pistol. However, Count Yuri (the vampire) has several wepaons. He openly carries a ceremonial phase-sword. Though it is ceremonial, it is a very effective weapon in close combat, as it passes through standard body armor. Count Yuri also carries a pair of concealed automatic pistols with several clips of ammo.

Some special considerations for Count Yuri being a vampire may be needed. He must wear a full length cape and hood while going outside during the day, as light is very harmful to him. We also request that there be no stakes, crosses, or holy water present, as they are extremely dangerous to the Count.

BUMP...

What time is this RP going to start?

BUMP...

What time is this RP going to start?
OOC: Ugh, I'm so sorry. I got woken up at 4 pm today, and my clock wasn't set. I know, I slept that long, sickening. I'm starting now.
IC: Standing patiently on the island, at the end of the landing strip, is Tarenteor, green haired(it's natural :D) national leader of Jangle Jangle Ridge, with a small mousy technician. As Count Yuri walks from his plane, Tarenteor flashes a smile at the count and waves. "This is Technician Gerald Brunsford, just call him Gary. He'll lead you to the waiting room, which has a small specially-darkened nook in it, for your convenience. If you would wait there while the other guests arrive, I will be there shortly." As each new person arrives, he repeats the process, with a different technician, and mentioning different refreshments and special services they have while they wait. It's seems he's done his research...

OOC: My People

Colonel Aleksandr Petroshkiv

Age: 31
Backround: Born in Moscow, Attended Public School until he was 12 then was switched over to a goverment training program. At age 21 he was sent nuclear rocketeering school where he studied nuclear weapons. At age 29 He was elected chairman of the Russian Nuclear Forces Program.
Location: Moscow
Weapon: Yarygin Pistol

Major Pavel Martvetski

Age: 27
Backround: Born in Belarus, attended Public School until age 7 and sent to goverment special forces training camps. Age 21 joined the Jewels a russian elite special forces unti consisting of over 21 people. Age 26 elected leader of Jewels.
Location: Unknown
Weapon: Ak-67 Customized Sub Machine Gun

Major Marina Matveyeva

Age: 24
Backround: Born in St. Petersburg she was born to a high ranking military offical and grew up in a military lifestyle. At age 14 she was addmited in the Jewels and was and is currently the youngest and only female in the Jewels.
Location: Unknown
Weapon: Hand to Hand Combat Master, Throwing Darts (poisened), small pistol, Blade of the Motherland the sword used by Czar Mikael the Great to win the war of 1875

Also is there a landing strip? I have 3 F-57C Planes that they are flying.

OOC: My People

Colonel Aleksandr Petroshkiv

Age: 31
Backround: Born in Moscow, Attended Public School until he was 12 then was switched over to a goverment training program. At age 21 he was sent nuclear rocketeering school where he studied nuclear weapons. At age 29 He was elected chairman of the Russian Nuclear Forces Program.
Location: Moscow
Weapon: Yarygin Pistol

Major Pavel Martvetski

Age: 27
Backround: Born in Belarus, attended Public School until age 7 and sent to goverment special forces training camps. Age 21 joined the Jewels a russian elite special forces unti consisting of over 21 people. Age 26 elected leader of Jewels.
Location: Unknown
Weapon: Ak-67 Customized Sub Machine Gun

Major Marina Matveyeva

Age: 24
Backround: Born in St. Petersburg she was born to a high ranking military offical and grew up in a military lifestyle. At age 14 she was addmited in the Jewels and was and is currently the youngest and only female in the Jewels.
Location: Unknown
Weapon: Hand to Hand Combat Master, Throwing Darts (poisened), small pistol, Blade of the Motherland the sword used by Czar Mikael the Great to win the war of 1875

Also is there a landing strip? I have 3 F-57C Planes that they are flying.
OOC: Read the last post. Anyway, people are arriving. Very slowly.

Speaking with an absurdly heavy Transylvanian accent, Count Yuri says "I thank you for your hospitality. It gets harder and harder to find a place that welcomes a vampire such as myself." Inside, the Count enjoys some refreshments and relaxes in the darkened area of the room. His annonymous henchman waits nearby. The henchman is worried, seeing the hungry way Count Yuri watches him. He never had been very comfortable around vampires, and this didn't help matters.

OOC: Given that this annonymous henchman is well, you know.. annonymous, he may die suddenly and without warning. Don't get too attatched to him. :(

Speaking with an absurdly heavy Transylvanian accent, Count Yuri says "I thank you for your hospitality. It gets harder and harder to find a place that welcomes a vampire such as myself." Inside, the Count enjoys some refreshments and relaxes in the darkened area of the room. His annonymous henchman waits nearby. The henchman is worried, seeing the hungry way Count Yuri watches him. He never had been very comfortable around vampires, and this didn't help matters.

OOC: Given that this annonymous henchman is well, you know.. annonymous, he may die suddenly and without warning. Don't get too attatched to him. :(

OOC: All of my chars are probably going to die, besides Taren. 'Cause he's a demon. :D

Speaking with an absurdly heavy Transylvanian accent, Count Yuri says "I thank you for your hospitality. It gets harder and harder to find a place that welcomes a vampire such as myself." Inside, the Count enjoys some refreshments and relaxes in the darkened area of the room. His annonymous henchman waits nearby. The henchman is worried, seeing the hungry way Count Yuri watches him. He never had been very comfortable around vampires, and this didn't help matters.

OOC: Given that this annonymous henchman is well, you know.. annonymous, he may die suddenly and without warning. Don't get too attatched to him. :(

IC: A stewardess walks into the lobby from one of the many doors on the other side, and walks up to the darkened area, squinting to see inside it. "Would you like anything, sir? We can bring you any refreshments you desire. We want to make you comfortable while you wait," as the stewardess shivers, but actually due to the cold. She looks the the side, "One moment please," as she walks over to the thermostat and turns it up a few degrees. She walks back over and smiles at the Count Yuri, waiting for a request.

OOC: Bump for Akaton's bloodwine.

From inside the dark corner, Count Yuri asked the stewardess, "I am awfully hungry. You wouldn't happen to have a bit of blood around would you?"

The annonymous henchman on the other side of the room gulped audibly, hoping that there was some blood other than his available for the Count.

From inside the dark corner, Count Yuri asked the stewardess, "I am awfully hungry. You wouldn't happen to have a bit of blood around would you?"

The annonymous henchman on the other side of the room gulped audibly, hoping that there was some blood other than his available for the Count.

The stewardess paled at the gulp, thinking it had come from the count, as she couldn't see, "We-el sir, would you care for a specific... species of blood?"

"Hmm," Count Yuri said, "You haven't had much experience with my kind have you, Miss. Most of the vampires in Akaton tend to prefer human blood. My personal preference is O+, though it is not a requirement. Don't worry though, I am no barbarian, I don't intend to drink your blood."

Suddenly, the annonymous henchman knew why he had brought along. He had no experience with military bases, but his blood was O+. Barely able to contain his fright, he slowly edged towards the door...

The stewardess paled further at the mention of the human blood, and almost felt like screaming at the mention of O+, her own bloodtype, then sighed as he reached the conclusion. "Well, I can't really bring anyone. I was told you would just like this, wine stuff. I'm very sorry." The stewardess backed off slightly, hoping he might not swing the other way at the lack of refreshments.

OOC: Bump!

Still in the dark corner, Count Yuri continued to converse with the stewardess.

"Wine, why didn't you say so before? It would be fine, wine is always my second choice if no fresh blood is available. And stop trembling, as I said before, I won't drink your blood. Just make sure that anonnymous fellow I brought along doesn't get too far. He seems to have overheard our conversation and is escaping. Sorry if I frightened you, vampires have certain unusual dietary needs that tend to scare those not used to it."

OOC: If you wanted Count Yuri to drink the stewardess's blood, you'll have to wait, the Count doesn't want to wear out his welcome by randomly consuming the citizens of Jangle Jangle Ridge. Eventually, perhaps, he will do some more vampiric things.

Still in the dark corner, Count Yuri continued to converse with the stewardess.

"Wine, why didn't you say so before? It would be fine, wine is always my second choice if no fresh blood is available. And stop trembling, as I said before, I won't drink your blood. Just make sure that anonnymous fellow I brought along doesn't get too far. He seems to have overheard our conversation and is escaping. Sorry if I frightened you, vampires have certain unusual dietary needs that tend to scare those not used to it."

OOC: If you wanted Count Yuri to drink the stewardess's blood, you'll have to wait, the Count doesn't want to wear out his welcome by randomly consuming the citizens of Jangle Jangle Ridge. Eventually, perhaps, he will do some more vampiric things.

OOC: Nah, just wanted to be annoying. I don't care either way. She'll likely end up dying anyway.
IC: "Well, sir, it some imported stuff. I can't read it too well, but the label looks like it says bloody wine. I would ask Mr. Tarenteor, sir. He know more about that kind of stuff than I do. And I'll bring some people to make sure your... friend doesn't leave, and I'll fetch a bottle of that wine for you..." The stewardess walks off, and a few minutes later, two gaurds walk into the room and over to the sides of the darkened area, and the stewardess walks over to the area and walks in, looking around, squinting the the dark, "Sir if you could just grab it, my eyes aren't really suited for this."

President Mooty will be attending if you allow it. He will, however, be heavily armed seeing as how bad things usually happen when you're involved, and escorted by two SpecOps Personnel.

President Mooty will be carrying his two .45 ACP pistols, an M14, and two MP5 SMGs. He will also be bringing heavier weapons, such as an M249 SAW and a crate of M16s equipped with M203 grenade launchers.

His two personal security officers will each be carrying 9mm sidearms and a OICW/w grenade launcher.

((Yeah, my people know you all too well, don't they? PS: Mooty won't die, he's a Marine, and Marines aren't allowed to die without asking permission.))

OOC: ok I'd rather have these charaters survive = ) Aleksandr is my only talking person the two Jewels are just body guards. My first rp in soo long hehe

IC: As he got off the plane he looked around and spotted a man with suprisingly green hair. He walked up to the man and Introduced himself " Hello, my name is Aleksandr Petroshkiv from the Lands of Ages Nuclear Research Program. My associates Pavel and Marina are with me too. "

President Mooty will be attending if you allow it. He will, however, be heavily armed seeing as how bad things usually happen when you're involved, and escorted by two SpecOps Personnel.

President Mooty will be carrying his two .45 ACP pistols, an M14, and two MP5 SMGs. He will also be bringing heavier weapons, such as an M249 SAW and a crate of M16s equipped with M203 grenade launchers.

His two personal security officers will each be carrying 9mm sidearms and a OICW/w grenade launcher.

((Yeah, my people know you all too well, don't they? PS: Mooty won't die, he's a Marine, and Marines aren't allowed to die without asking permission.))

OOC: Hey, I don't kill my allies. Only people I don't know. And YOU made me a red light district. Also, you won't be allowed grenades of launchers.

ooc:Yeah, but I didnt mean Taren was the bad thing that happened. You just don't have much luck about being in the right place at the right time.

The stewardess jumped as a pale, slightly clawed hand darted from the darkness to seize the drink. The Count laughed cruely at the stewardess. One would think she wouldn't be so frightened by now, but who can blame her.

"Thank you miss. I meant to remind you earlier, but I would prefer that my 'friend' be returned unharmed, if it isn't too difficult. Yummy, this wine is quite good, I'll want to discus with... Tarenteor about where he gets this stuff."

OOC: Tarenteor is a rather interesting name, is he a demon or something?

OOC: ok I'd rather have these charaters survive = ) Aleksandr is my only talking person the two Jewels are just body guards. My first rp in soo long hehe

IC: As he got off the plane he looked around and spotted a man with suprisingly green hair. He walked up to the man and Introduced himself " Hello, my name is Aleksandr Petroshkiv from the Lands of Ages Nuclear Research Program. My associates Pavel and Marina are with me too. "

Tarenteor greets Aleksandr with a smile, and give him another technician to show him off to the lobby with his gaurds. He also tells him of Count Yuri, and to know he's in the darkened portion of the lobby, and hopes they get along. As soon as they walk in, a new stewardess greets him, "Would you like anything to eat or drink while you wait for the others to join us?"

The stewardess jumped as a pale, slightly clawed hand darted from the darkness to seize the drink. The Count laughed cruely at the stewardess. One would think she wouldn't be so frightened by now, but who can blame her.

"Thank you miss. I meant to remind you earlier, but I would prefer that my 'friend' be returned unharmed, if it isn't too difficult. Yummy, this wine is quite good, I'll want to discus with... Tarenteor about where he gets this stuff."

OOC: Tarenteor is a rather interesting name, is he a demon or something?

OOC: Yep, demon. And the friend is still there, I just have gaurds on each side of the darkened area to make sure he stays.
IC: The stewardess smiles slightly as she walks out of the area, backwards, in a way calmed by the quick snatch, taking it as good humor, "He's currently outside, greeting the visitors. He'll be in soon. Just call me if you need anything else." The stewardess moves to one of the doors and walks out of the room.

ooc: Mooty'll get there fairly quickly. He was on a Nimitz in the area visiting an old friend. He barely has to do anything as President... just tell him no 'nades when he arrives...

ooc: Mooty'll get there fairly quickly. He was on a Nimitz in the area visiting an old friend. He barely has to do anything as President... just tell him no 'nades when he arrives...
OOC: It's ok, we'll just strip-search him for carrying the grenades.

ooc: LOL!! just remember that he was the one that ordered your Red light district to be built..

OOC: Bump, bump bump it up! Woo-woo! Woo-woo!

OOC: You may want to warn President Mooty to stay out of the dark area in the lobby. It contains Count Yuri, Akaton's vampiric vice president. Though he usually isn't too dangerous, one never can be too safe. He was bit stessed out by the near-escape of his future meal err I mean "friend", and you wouldn't want Mooty's guards to get their blood drained from them.

IC: Count Yuri wathched as Alexandr walked into the lobby. Ammused by the way the bodyguards stared into the darkness, trying to see him. As Alaxandr took his seat, Count Yuri spoke in his distinctive accent. "Nice to see a new face around here, I had been getting rather lonely. You really ought to try the wine here, it is magnificent." The bodyguards, startled by the unseen Count, jumped to protect Alexandr. " No need to worry my friends, just a little small talk. I haven't gotten around to introducing myself to you, I am Count Yuri, vice president of Akaton."

Taren stands around idly, twiddling his thumbs!

OOC: Lorkhan is sending over Director Reeve of Lo-Tech Industries as well as his two personal bodyguards Trej and Silk. Reeve is not armed, but Trej is equipped with a LG-36 (bassicly a HK36...only...distributed through Lo-Tech), two USP Match's (the type of gun Lara Croft uses in Tomb Raider flick), and a knife. Silk is armed with an automatic shotgun, a buey knife, and an LK-PA (http://www.hkpro.com/pdw.htm)

Trej and Silk can die, but Reeve...well you can try to kill him. You'll fail, but you can try. He's bassicly an undead sort of guy.

OOC: Lorkhan is sending over Director Reeve of Lo-Tech Industries as well as his two personal bodyguards Trej and Silk. Reeve is not armed, but Trej is equipped with a LG-36 (bassicly a HK36...only...distributed through Lo-Tech), two USP Match's (the type of gun Lara Croft uses in Tomb Raider flick), and a knife. Silk is armed with an automatic shotgun, a buey knife, and an LK-PA (http://www.hkpro.com/pdw.htm)

Trej and Silk can die, but Reeve...well you can try to kill him. You'll fail, but you can try. He's bassicly an undead sort of guy.

Tarenteor smiles the three as they land and come off the plane, before sheparding them to the lobby, where another stewardess greets them happily.

President Mooty arrived in his personal jet and began offloading his weapons. He saw Taren and walked up to him. "Hello, friend. Are you enjoying your Red Light District in Las Sephrioth?" he asked, wanting to make sure Tarenteor was happy with his palace.

President Mooty arrived in his personal jet and began offloading his weapons. He saw Taren and walked up to him. "Hello, friend. Are you enjoying your Red Light District in Las Sephrioth?" he asked, wanting to make sure Tarenteor was happy with his palace.
Taren smiled at Mooty, "Isn't that the worst question I've ever heard! Of course! But why do you need a whole crate of weapons?" Taren grimaces for a second at the grenade launchers, "You can't bring the grenades and launchers in though. Too possible for them to just explode. I trust you, but I still can't run the risk. This is one of our most important military bases. A grenade in the wrong place could be devastating. Anyway, you wouldn't need a grenade in a combat situation down there. A flamethrower and a pistol would do a trick in the tight halls, but not a grenade. It'd get bounced back."

Director Reeve escorted by his personal guard made his way elegently towards the lobby. The old tycoon dressed in black slacks and an suave jacket looked more like a playboy than a man on a diplomatic errend. Of course, Reeve had his own agendas to serve for his personal corporation as well.

Reeve greeted the stewerdess like the player he was with a charming grin and a kiss on the tip of her hand. Trej and Silk followed up with a wink and a quick look at the girl's rear.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Reeve said. "My name is Reeve, I'm sure you know of me. If you don't mind I'd preffer it if I had something to eat. If you have any prime cut beef and wine that would suit fine. Trej and Silk here will settle for ale and chicken."

Reeve motioned for his men to follow to a couch in the corner of the room where Reeve sat down and read the local paper.

OOC: Sorry it's not a good roleplay. Im kind of talking on the phone and typing at the same time.

Director Reeve escorted by his personal guard made his way elegently towards the lobby. The old tycoon dressed in black slacks and an suave jacket looked more like a playboy than a man on a diplomatic errend. Of course, Reeve had his own agendas to serve for his personal corporation as well.

Reeve greeted the stewerdess like the player he was with a charming grin and a kiss on the tip of her hand. Trej and Silk followed up with a wink and a quick look at the girl's rear.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Reeve said. "My name is Reeve, I'm sure you know of me. If you don't mind I'd preffer it if I had something to eat. If you have any prime cut beef and wine that would suit fine. Trej and Silk here will settle for ale and chicken."

Reeve motioned for his men to follow to a couch in the corner of the room where Reeve sat down and read the local paper.

OOC: Sorry it's not a good roleplay. Im kind of talking on the phone and typing at the same time.

The stewardess feigned a blush at the kiss and went back to bring out the wing and ale, and set the kitchens (We have kitchens) to making the beef and ale, and muttered something about dirty old men right after she went through the door.

"Ahh, that's ok, the M203s are easily detachable. I brought them along in case something bad happens. My docs say it's paranoia, but everytime I have a bad feeling, something really bad happens. Last time I had a bad feeling, this happened." he said, showing Taren his scarred shoulder from his very last mission as a sniper in the WKMC. "I will tell my men to begin removing the grenade launchers from the rifles. If something really bad happens, I might have to break out the M249 SAW I brought. So, who else has arrived?" he inquired.

"Ahh, that's ok, the M203s are easily detachable. I brought them along in case something bad happens. My docs say it's paranoia, but everytime I have a bad feeling, something really bad happens. Last time I had a bad feeling, this happened." he said, showing Taren his scarred shoulder from his very last mission as a sniper in the WKMC. "I will tell my men to begin removing the grenade launchers from the rifles. If something really bad happens, I might have to break out the M249 SAW I brought. So, who else has arrived?" he inquired.

A Count Yuri, some three volunteers, and some dirty old man( :D ) from Lan-something. Some backwater country. If you go to the lobby, a stewardess will be there for all your needs. Well... most of them.

"You know me all too well, friend", he said smiling,"Well, I'll see you in there, I guess" Mooty said, picking up his M14 and fastening his MP5s around his torso. Mooty began to walk in, but turned arouns, went to his plane, and acquired his two .45 ACP pistols. He then made his way into the lobby, where the stewardess was seriving an old man and two others a meal.

"Hello, Ma'am. Would you happen to have a bottle of water back there?" he asked politely.

"You know me all too well, friend", he said smiling,"Well, I'll see you in there, I guess" Mooty said, picking up his M14 and fastening his MP5s around his torso. Mooty began to walk in, but turned arouns, went to his plane, and acquired his two .45 ACP pistols. He then made his way into the lobby, where the stewardess was seriving an old man and two others a meal.

"Hello, Ma'am. Would you happen to have a bottle of water back there?" he asked politely.

The stewardess set down the meals and hurried away from the man and smiles at him, mouthing a "Thank you" as she nods and hurries for the water, bringing it back in a few seconds.

OOC: I gotta log off for now. See you tommorrow.

ooc: cya later man.

"Thank you very much." he said before whispering "youre welcome.."

Mooty noticed the dark part of the room and put a nightvision monocular device to his right eye. "Ahh, you must be Count Yuri. Pleasure to meet you." he said, holding out his hand,"You're vampiric, correct, sir?" he said, quite unintimidated.

Count Yuri was surprised that Mooty wasn't afraid of him. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am a vampire," he said. Slowly standing, Count Yuri moved partly out of the shadows, shaking Mooty's hand. Several of the other people in the room who had never seen a vampire before recoiled in fear as the pale, fanged menace became visible. Clearly ammused by the fear of those around him, the Count laughed. "What's worng, never seen a vampire before? We really aren't quite as dangerous as our reputation might suggest."

Count Yuri took a liking to Mooty. It wasn't everyday that he met someone who treated him like a normal person. "So, I assume that you have come here to see the new base, Mr. President."

ooc: any chance of me gettin on this here RP? Though my rp skills are well...lacking, I am getting better. So then, may I join in?

Mooty smiled. "Yes sir, Tarenteor is a friend of mine. I built him a palace in Las Sephrioth in return for a gift he gave my nation. I'm glad to have met you here, sir. I do have a bad feeling though. I feel something bad is going to happen here, though I'm not sure what. I figured I needed a little excitement, anyways." he said, laughing at scared faces of the others.

"I think they're kind of new to meeting vampires." he said jokingly.

"Don't worry, people. Jeez, just relax." he said to the rest of the people in the room.

ooc: any chance of me gettin on this here RP? Though my rp skills are well...lacking, I am getting better. So then, may I join in?
ooc: Certainly! An Open RP means anyone can join. In this case, there are a few suggestions:

1) not too many people. (Around two or three.)

2) no grenades... :rolleyes: heh heh

ooc: Thanks, I'll remember about the grenades


IC: From: Marak
To: Jangle Jangle Ridge
Message: The Royal Dictatorship of Marak wishes to send Fief Lord Helmut Marak, and two members of the Marak Royal Guard. Our only request is that both Helmut and his bodyguards be allowed to carry their weapons.

Count Yuri had quickly tired of tormenting the people around him. Finishing his drink, he went to find Taren to discuss the delicious drink he had been drinking. As he walked out of the room, he heard a loud sigh of relief from one of the other dignitaries. Annoyed by this, the Count supressed the urge to turn around and slice the offender in half with his sword.

As Taren came into view, Count Yuri called him over. "I meant to ask you earlier Tarenteor, but what is the drink I was served. It's great, and I'm intersted in buying some. I hope it isn't something vile and disgusting."
OOC: Seeing as Count Yuri is an undead vampire, his definition of vile and disgusting is rather different than that of a mortal human. I'm sure that Taren, being a demon, would know what I mean.

"Hey, what's your problem, man?" Mooty asked Reeve threateningly. "Quit tormenting him and mind your own goddamn business before I make you!! I couldn't blame him if he DID kill you. He wouldn't want your damn blood anyways" Mooty said, enraged at how men judged others because of rumors and slander.

"Hey, what's your problem, man?" Mooty asked Reeve threateningly. "Quit tormenting him and mind your own goddamn business before I make you!! I couldn't blame him if he DID kill you. He wouldn't want your damn blood anyways" Mooty said, enraged at how men judged others because of rumors and slander.
OOC: What?

ooc: Reeve sighed in relief when Count Yuri left the room. He is becoming quite annoying and might not make it off the island (HINT: he might not get to see whatever's gonna happen happen...)

ooc: Reeve sighed in relief when Count Yuri left the room. He is becoming quite annoying and might not make it off the island (HINT: he might not get to see whatever's gonna happen happen...)
OOC: You aren't reeves, your mooty! Get it right!
IC: Taren smiled at the vampire, "Don't worry, it's nothing nasty. I'm suprised you couldn't tell, it's bloodwine. It's a tribal african delicacy originally. You make it by distilling the wine in blood-steeped casks. I've done the same with Sake, which is quite nice.

A modified UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter landed at the airfield and three men stepped out. To the irritation of the second and third men, the first person on the tarmac was General Rupert Drake, a tall, balding, well-muscled man in a sharp-looking navy-blue Marine uniform. He had the irrepressable grin of a rascal and a face which called memories of George C. Scott to mind. A ridiculously oversized revolver hung at his right hip; a naval dirk hung at the other.
His bodyguards, Mr. Black and Mr. Frost, were nearly identical: clean-shaven men in funeral-black suits and reflective sunglasses. Their sidearms were concealed in black leather holsters and P-90 submachine guns (refinished in black, of course) were slung on their backs. Upon exiting the helicopter, they moved automatically to protect the general's flanks.
Tarenteor was absent; in his place was a nondescript-looking technician. "Welcome to Mortic," he said. "I'm Technician Stiles. Tarenteor is currently entertaining the other guests. Let me escort you to the waiting room. An arrangement of fine spirits has been set up for you."
"You're a good guy, Stiles," Drake said, laughing. He clapped a meaty hand forcefully on the technician's shoulder. "Let's get going. Wouldn't want to keep the Big Man waiting."

The four men encountered Taren and another guest in a hallway adjacent to the waiting room. "Ah, General Drake, correct?" Taren said. "Allow me to introduce you to Count Yuri of Akaton."
"Count Yuri--I've heard of you!" Drake exclaimed. "A vampire, right? How's that going for ya?"

OOC: Hopefully I've made the General's personality quite clear by now--he's a brash, obnoxious, but (hopefully) likeable person once you get to know him. When he says something unintentionally offensive to one of your characters (and he will ;)), keep in mind that he doesn't mean to be an asshole and in fact doesn't understand that others see him that way.
If you plan to kill any of these characters, all I ask is that you clear it with me first.

Count Yuri had quickly tired of tormenting the people around him. Finishing his drink, he went to find Taren to discuss the delicious drink he had been drinking. As he walked out of the room, he heard a loud sigh of relief from one of the other dignitaries. Annoyed by this, the Count supressed the urge to turn around and slice the offender in half with his sword.

ooc: Right there... :p

A modified UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter landed at the airfield and three men stepped out. To the irritation of the second and third men, the first person on the tarmac was General Rupert Drake, a tall, balding, well-muscled man in a sharp-looking navy-blue Marine uniform. He had the irrepressable grin of a rascal and a face which called memories of George C. Scott to mind. A ridiculously oversized revolver hung at his right hip; a naval dirk hung at the other.
His bodyguards, Mr. Black and Mr. Frost, were nearly identical: clean-shaven men in funeral-black suits and reflective sunglasses. Their sidearms were concealed in black leather holsters and P-90 submachine guns (refinished in black, of course) were slung on their backs. Upon exiting the helicopter, they moved automatically to protect the general's flanks.
Tarenteor was absent; in his place was a nondescript-looking technician. "Welcome to Mortic," he said. "I'm Technician Stiles. Tarenteor is currently entertaining the other guests. Let me escort you to the waiting room. An arrangement of fine spirits has been set up for you."
"You're a good guy, Stiles," Drake said, laughing. He clapped a meaty hand forcefully on the technician's shoulder. "Let's get going. Wouldn't want to keep the Big Man waiting."

The four men encountered Taren and another guest in a hallway adjacent to the waiting room. "Ah, General Drake, correct?" Taren said. "Allow me to introduce you to Count Yuri of Akaton."
"Count Yuri--I've heard of you!" Drake exclaimed. "A vampire, right? How's that going for ya?"

OOC: Hopefully I've made the General's personality quite clear by now--he's a brash, obnoxious, but (hopefully) likeable person once you get to know him. When he says something unintentionally offensive to one of your characters (and he will ;)), keep in mind that he doesn't mean to be an asshole and in fact doesn't understand that others see him that way.
If you plan to kill any of these characters, all I ask is that you clear it with me first.

OOC: Nice post. Quite refreshing to have something actually nice posted. While, I think everyone is almost here. I'll start up as soon as I can, in around three hours. So I didn't sleep, who gives a damn? It's five in the morning! Anyways, I'll just post attacks. If you can fend them off, and you don't do stupid things like walking into dark corridors first or anything, you'll be fine.

Alexia exited the black lynx helicopter, on her flanks where two stormtroopers dressed in the navy blue of the Royal Guard. Alexia got out a small radio and contacted the Mercy. "Mercy this is fox, all okay?" It took a while to for the Mercy's message to get out. "Fox this Mercy, everything is ok." She let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the technician who greeted them. "Welcome to Mortic," he said. "I am Richter, if you would please follow me." He lead them into the complex towards the waiting room. Alexia walked into the room and took the closet seat available, her bodyguards took up position beside her and intently stared ahead.

OOC: Yay, popular RP! Now everyone just has to stay on for a few more hours and I'll start it. You know, when people other than insomniacs are playing :D

Backing off from Reeve, having calmed a bit, Mooty noted the positions of everyone in the room, and then began walking around and checking the walls. He glanced at the ceiling a good many times using his nightvision monocular. He felt as if he was being watched by someone he couldn't see. He felt bad. Really Bad.

"Something's not right" he muttered under his breath. Mooty quickly walked outside and told his men to grab a rifle or two and to assume defensive positions around the remaining weapons. He stayed outside and waited for something to happen. He wasn't going to be in the compound when it happened.

ooc: He's very good at sensing danger and deception...

Backing off from Reeve, having calmed a bit, Mooty noted the positions of everyone in the room, and then began walking around and checking the walls. He glanced at the ceiling a good many times using his nightvision monocular. He felt as if he was being watched by someone he couldn't see. He felt bad. Really Bad.

"Something's not right" he muttered under his breath. Mooty quickly walked outside and told his men to grab a rifle or two and to assume defensive positions around the remaining weapons. He stayed outside and waited for something to happen. He wasn't going to be in the compound when it happened.

ooc: He's very good at sensing danger and deception...

OOC: Don't be jittery! Nothing will start until you're deep underground, during the tour!
IC: Tarenteor wandered out to Mooty, "Hey, what's up? You looked spooked. Worst thing that'll happen is that a bulb will burn out and we'll have to find our way out of the room with flashlights, ok? And everyone has rifles or pistols with lights on them. Most of the rooms have backup lighting. If anything attacks us, it'll get ripped to shreds. I've been known for my defenses, haven't I? If it makes you feel better, I'll bring this," Taren walks over to the wall and slams his fist on a small symbol of a skull on the wall and it pushes back and slides up, revealing a retina scanner. He sets his eyes in front of it, and it, too, slides back, to reveal a thumb scanner. This also slides away, revealing a small speakerphone, "All your base are belong to us." The speaker beeps, and the panels slide back to the skull. A rack of weapons slides out, and Taren picks one of them out. It seems to be a large, heavy rifle, with a sight on the side, near the top, and big, triangular chunk sticking out. Taren flips the top of the triangle forward, revealing a small, thick foot long missile, with a line of the same under it, about 10, all told, though there could be more in the rifle. Taren picks up a few more of these triangles, seperated from rifles, from the rack, and hides them in his coat. He pulls out multiple coils of ammunition, obviously to be set into the bottom box on the rifle, and hides them in his cloak. Reaching down, he also pulls out 8 clips of pistol ammo, for which he presumable already has something to load into. "Feel better now?" Taren hoists the rifle onto his shoulder and kicks the rack, it sliding closed.

ooc: I know that, but he doesn't. I never use OOC info in IC statements.

ic:

"I know you, Taren. And you know me. Will you just contact the security on the lower levels? It would calm my nerves more than any gun could ever acheive." Mooty said, hoping someone was on the lower levels.

"I felt as though I was being watched in that waiting room by something I couldn't see. I checked the walls, the ceiling, everything, even with infrared. I checked it all so many times, but I still could not shake the feeling that something was watching me. I don't scare easily, you know that."

IC: "Look, if something was wrong, I would have been told about it before it even happened. My security watchers are adjacent to that lobby. There are cameras in every room. Maybe that was all it was. The stewardesses are leaving and coming back fine, aren't they?" Taren smiles at Mooty.

"I guess you're right, but if something happens... get ready for an 'I told you so'" Mooty said, grinning. The feeling was still there, but it had somewhat subsided since he talked to Taren.

"Well, just in case" Mooty said, bending down to pick up the M249 SAW and 5 200-round belts for it "I'm going to be prepared."

"Come on, men, grab a weapon. One custom M14 and two MP5s for each for you. Carry 5 extra clips for each gun. Let's go Taren, let's not spook the rest of them. They freak out at the sight of a vampire, while I shake his hand. they don't need to see me spooked" Mooty said, beginning to walk inside once again.

Taren chuckles and walks into the lobby.

General Drake and his guards had followed Taren back into the waiting room. As Taren accessed the hidden weapon rack, Drake whistled loudly, obviously impressed and entertained. "I can bet security here beats all," he said to no one in particular. "Bet those guns would be hard to get to in a firefight, though."
The two guards, meanwhile, were busily watching everyone else in the room. Count Yuri, the vampire Drake had spoken to in the hall outside, particularly drew their attention. They didn't expect any trouble from him, but it was their job to suspect everyone--and they weren't carrying any defenses against vampires.

Mooty, calmly as he could, walked back into the waiting room, sat down, and continued to drink his water. He was feeling much safer now that he had his M249, although it drew a good many looks from the rest of the dignitaries.

General Drake and his guards had followed Taren back into the waiting room. As Taren accessed the hidden weapon rack, Drake whistled loudly, obviously impressed and entertained. "I can bet security here beats all," he said to no one in particular. "Bet those guns would be hard to get to in a firefight, though."
The two guards, meanwhile, were busily watching everyone else in the room. Count Yuri, the vampire Drake had spoken to in the hall outside, particularly drew their attention. They didn't expect any trouble from him, but it was their job to suspect everyone--and they weren't carrying any defenses against vampires.

Taren spun and walked backwards, facing Drake, "It's only that one that's so secure. The others are a little less obvious, so they don't need so much protection. Most just have a hand scanner. Set your hand down innocently, and you have a pistol. Also, you'll find my heartbeat... one of a kind. Of course, even if I can't get to many of them, they make up for it. These rockets are quite useful."

Taren spun and walked backwards, facing Drake, "It's only that one that's so secure. The others are a little less obvious, so they don't need so much protection. Most just have a hand scanner. Set your hand down innocently, and you have a pistol. Also, you'll find my heartbeat... one of a kind. Of course, even if I can't get to many of them, they make up for it. These rockets are quite useful."

Demonstrating, Taren pulls the missile from its place and another one rolls up. Taren pulls back his arm and swings it forward, releasing the missile so it flips over and hits the middle of a palm tree, about thirty feet away. A fireball blossoms with the contact, as nearby trees catch fire and are ripped by shrapnel. The smoke clears and the entire tree is gone. Tarenteo smiles, and flips again, walking forward.

"Damn, that's worse than grenades! Hahaha." Mooty said smiling.

Alexia shook her head. "Boys with toys...." Her two bodyguards grinned and then rememberd they where like that too.

"What's wrong with toys, Ma'am? It's always good to have a little bit of fun." Mooty said, grinning because he had expected her to say something along those lines.

"To much trust in your toys isn't good, its not those weapons that are going to save you if something goes wrong, its your gut instinct thats going to do that." She smiled. "Vladimir and Rykov here are good combination of both realy, they are confident with there weapons but they will run if the need be, not that they'll leave behind." Vladimir and Rykov responded to there names by silently nodding.

"If they left you behind, I would shoot them. They would've failed their mission, which is to protect you, thus, they would have no reason left to live except to live, and trust me, it's not living when you know you might've been able to save them" He said, feeling a little depressed about a memory he was living over in his head.

Alexia nodded. "True, my father woudn't leave one part of them unbroken if they left me behind, but they are my bodyguard and if they pick me up and run away, I'm not resisting." She winked at mooty. "They do pick me up and run off, so don't worry."

"Well, in the case that something happens down there, just get behind me, okay Ma'am?" he said patting his M249 SAW. "If anybody can live through a barrage of 7.62mm rounds, they deserve to kill me. Hahaha. Taren here has nothing to worry about in any case" Mooty said grinning, knowing full well that nothing could live through a fight with Tarenteor.

" It might be worse than grenades, but it won't bounce, for sure." Taren smiles at Alexia, "I live on gut instinct. For half of my life I HAD no access to anything but melee weapons. Claws and teeth. You should look in my mouth after someone's made me mad. You might find pieces of them." Taren stepped into the lobby and smiled at the room, "Hello, and welcome. As you guys may know, this is the newest military base of Jangle Jangle Ridge. Next door we have a uranium mine, which provides us with fuel for our power, and is an important ingredient in some of our more... important projects. Stay with me, and we'll be on our way." Taren waved his arms, and he walked to a set of double doors at the end of the lobby, with a large "Restricted Area-Employees only. And yes, that means you!" sign over it. He strides towards it and pushes open the doors, continuing to walk. After a few minutes, he arrives at the first door, and walks into it. Waving everyone inside, Taren waves over a technician who begins talking about nuclear power and reactors. Some of the huge powerplants stand in the room, roaring as the lithium rods carefully moved up and down. The process continued, going from room to room, from target-ranges to railgun testing facilities, to a small room, where small grenades were tossed, one at a time, into an ajoined, clear room. Most of the grenades simply crumbled, or exploded, until the last one was tossed. The grenade landed, and with an audible cracking noise, the grenade crumbled on itself, as a chair set on the other side of the room was pulled through the air and into the area where the grenade was, and it dissapeared. The roar died out after around ten seconds, and the group moved on, to an elevator...

When Taren demonstrated the power of the rocket (and his own pitching ability), General Drake clapped his hands together so loudly that he startled poor Technician Stiles, who was standing nearby. "Did you see that?" the General said to Mr. Frost, clapping him on the back. "That rocket had to weigh eight pounds, and he lobbed it a good thirty feet! Wish we could get him on our baseball team--we'd wipe the floor with those Air Force pukes every time!"
Frost said nothing. His sunglasses hid the fact that he was slightly on edge from the impromptu ordnance demonstration. That explosion was too close for comfort, as far as he was concerned. It only bothered him more that his charge, seemingly unaware of the danger from wayward shrapnel, was absolutely pleased as punch.
"Say, these little Scotches are really something," Drake said, holding out two of the small bottles of liquor provided to him. "You guys ought to try some."
"We're on duty, sir," Mr. Black said.
"Hell," Drake said, poking him in the ribs with his elbow, "that never stopped me. You guys are so jumpy all the time--this'll take the edge off."
"Maybe later, sir," Mr. Frost said firmly.
"Aww, you guys are no fun," Drake said, smiling. He wasn't offended by their refusal; as far as he was concerned, they were good guys for wanting to stay clean on duty, God bless 'em. Even so, he was eager for more interesting company. "I'm gonna go find that vampire fellow. You know I killed a vampire once, back when I was a sergeant?" He walked away before either guard could answer.
"Dear God," Frost said, "if he says that to Count Yuri, I think I'm gonna kill myself."

The tour began before Drake could find the Count. Drake shrugged and went with the crowd.

The process continued, going from room to room, from target-ranges to railgun testing facilities, to a small room, where small grenades were tossed, one at a time, into an ajoined, clear room. Most of the grenades simply crumbled, or exploded, until the last one was tossed. The grenade landed, and with an audible cracking noise, the grenade crumbled on itself, as a chair set on the other side of the room was pulled through the air and into the area where the grenade was, and it dissapeared. The roar died out after around ten seconds, and the group moved on, to an elevator...

"Good God," the General said as they entered the elevator. "Was that what I thought it was?"

When Taren demonstrated the power of the rocket (and his own pitching ability), General Drake clapped his hands together so loudly that he startled poor Technician Stiles, who was standing nearby. "Did you see that?" the General said to Mr. Frost, clapping him on the back. "That rocket had to weigh eight pounds, and he lobbed it a good thirty feet! Wish we could get him on our baseball team--we'd wipe the floor with those Air Force pukes every time!"
Frost said nothing. His sunglasses hid the fact that he was slightly on edge from the impromptu ordnance demonstration. That explosion was too close for comfort, as far as he was concerned. It only bothered him more that his charge, seemingly unaware of the danger from wayward shrapnel, was absolutely pleased as punch.
"Say, these little Scotches are really something," Drake said, holding out two of the small bottles of liquor provided to him. "You guys ought to try some."
"We're on duty, sir," Mr. Black said.
"Hell," Drake said, poking him in the ribs with his elbow, "that never stopped me. You guys are so jumpy all the time--this'll take the edge off."
"Maybe later, sir," Mr. Frost said firmly.
"Aww, you guys are no fun," Drake said, smiling. He wasn't offended by their refusal; as far as he was concerned, they were good guys for wanting to stay clean on duty, God bless 'em. Even so, he was eager for more interesting company. "I'm gonna go find that vampire fellow. You know I killed a vampire once, back when I was a sergeant?" He walked away before either guard could answer.
"Dear God," Frost said, "if he says that to Count Yuri, I think I'm gonna kill myself."

The tour began before Drake could find the Count. Drake shrugged and went with the crowd.



"Good God," the General said as they entered the elevator. "Was that what I thought it was?"

Tarenteor smiled at the general, "Depends on what you think it was, exactly. Why?"

"Well, that grenade--it just sucked that chair right into it, shwoop, like a black hole," the General said. "Is that--did it make a black hole, or am I imagining things?" Ximea's own military R&D was decades away from gravity-based weapons, he knew. He wondered privately if he couldn't haggle out a deal with Tarenteor sometime later...

OOC: I hate to do this, but BUMP.

Alexia quietly studied each project shown, making some notes on a small notepad and eventualy asking Tarenteor. "How much power does this complex require?" She looked up to him and kept her pen and notebook ready to make the nesecary notes.

"Well, that grenade--it just sucked that chair right into it, shwoop, like a black hole," the General said. "Is that--did it make a black hole, or am I imagining things?" Ximea's own military R&D was decades away from gravity-based weapons, he knew. He wondered privately if he couldn't haggle out a deal with Tarenteor sometime later...
Taren continued to smile, as he pressed a button on the elevator panel as they started to drop, "Yes, it did create a very short-lived black hole for a period of time. We take a dense substance, and set a core of high-explosive in it. If successful, the substance cracks and collapses in on itself. The mass of the substance is so great it creates a black hole. Interested? One thing to note though, is that it has to be used in a low to no gravity situation. Otherwise, it'll drop like a rock. Our next idea is to strap small jets to them, to propel them."

[OOC]: Sorry about the lateness of my post, totally forgot about it.

[IC]: Marenus looked out the window at the island. It looked so beautiful from here, the water around it a light blue, reflecting the sunlight, the island itself looking lush and....perfect. To believe somewhere like this would hold a base was startling to him. He couldn't make out any base from this distance, but he was assured by his bodyguard that it was there unless maybe the thing had sprouted arms and legs and swam off.

Marenus looked over at his bodyguard, Danit, and sarcastically said 'Oh, ha ha. Very funny.' Marenus had never really gotten on that well with Danit since he had met him this morning as he was about to board his plane to the island, the same time he had met the volunteer for the mission.

There was another mystery. The volunteer. They had been told that the second bodyguard had taken ill, and so this volunteer, who had been trying to get onto the mission since it was first announced, was used to replace him. Neither of them knew anything about the bodyguard, since they had been told nothing about him, and he had spent the entire flight sitting, eyes closed, saying nothing. A few times Marenus had wondered if he was even alive, and once had even went to put his hand over to the man's face to check for a pulse, but before it had gotten within half a foot of him, the man had simply grabbed Marenus's hand, eyes still closed. He had slowly released his grip after a few seconds, his point apparently made.

One thing neither Danit nor Marenus coud figure out was how the volunteer had gotten approval for the mission. The only knew that he was serving in the armed forces of Rinceweed after seeing him salute the General seeing them off on this trip.

Suddenly, the pilot's voice, tinny over the speakers set in the small plane, said 'This is it. Fasten your safety belts and prepare for landing'.

About 5 minutes later, Marenus, Danit, and the Volunteer were climbing out of the plane, ready to be led to the tour.

[OOC]: Sorry about the lateness of my post, totally forgot about it.

[IC]: Marenus looked out the window at the island. It looked so beautiful from here, the water around it a light blue, reflecting the sunlight, the island itself looking lush and....perfect. To believe somewhere like this would hold a base was startling to him. He couldn't make out any base from this distance, but he was assured by his bodyguard that it was there unless maybe the thing had sprouted arms and legs and swam off.

Marenus looked over at his bodyguard, Danit, and sarcastically said 'Oh, ha ha. Very funny.' Marenus had never really gotten on that well with Danit since he had met him this morning as he was about to board his plane to the island, the same time he had met the volunteer for the mission.

There was another mystery. The volunteer. They had been told that the second bodyguard had taken ill, and so this volunteer, who had been trying to get onto the mission since it was first announced, was used to replace him. Neither of them knew anything about the bodyguard, since they had been told nothing about him, and he had spent the entire flight sitting, eyes closed, saying nothing. A few times Marenus had wondered if he was even alive, and once had even went to put his hand over to the man's face to check for a pulse, but before it had gotten within half a foot of him, the man had simply grabbed Marenus's hand, eyes still closed. He had slowly released his grip after a few seconds, his point apparently made.

One thing neither Danit nor Marenus coud figure out was how the volunteer had gotten approval for the mission. The only knew that he was serving in the armed forces of Rinceweed after seeing him salute the General seeing them off on this trip.

Suddenly, the pilot's voice, tinny over the speakers set in the small plane, said 'This is it. Fasten your safety belts and prepare for landing'.

About 5 minutes later, Marenus, Danit, and the Volunteer were climbing out of the plane, ready to be led to the tour.

OOC: Ah, It's ok. You at least came. Lets just say you're on the elevator, ey?

ooc: Answer her question, man... (last post on last page)

[OOC]: Sure. Thanks.

Alexia quietly studied each project shown, making some notes on a small notepad and eventualy asking Tarenteor. "How much power does this complex require?" She looked up to him and kept her pen and notebook ready to make the nesecary notes.
"Quite a bit. Upstairs you saw the four reactors we had. We also have power from underground streams. Nuclear fission is the main source of energy here as uranium is readily available."

[OOC]: Psst! I think 'complex' means the base.

Taren strides out of the elevator as it stops, hopping into what looks like another lobby. In it there is a snack table, a bar at the side, another darkened area, and bathrooms, along with seating. "I welcome you to the VIP rest stop. And if you don't have something to eat, I'll get you thrown out of whatever government you work for. Now relax, and we'll continue in a small bit." With that, Tarenteor rushed off, apparently readying the next leg of the tour.

[OOC]: Psst! I think 'complex' means the base.
OOC: *whistles innocently**edits post*

President Mooty grabbed a chair and dragged it over to the corner where he could see the entire room without having to worry about behind him. He put his nightvision monocular to his right eye and held it there, watching all parts of the room intently.

OOC: Post and get comfy. The fun's about to start...

ooc: what exactly are our enemies anyways?

ooc: what exactly are our enemies anyways?
OOC: Have you ever played Starcraft? Think of Zergs.

General Drake gleefully rubbed his hands together as he made for the snack table. He took a fine-looking plate and piled it high with fruits and bite-sized pastries. "This is some tour, eh boys?" he asked his guards, nudging Mr. Frost in the ribs.
As the general sat down, Frost quietly got Black's attention, then nodded towards Mooty, who was sitting in the corner, quietly watching everyone suspiciously. Ironically, Mooty's suspicion made Black and Frost suspicious of him. As the guards took seats on either side of the General, they both watched Mooty as carefully as he watched everyone else.

Mooty, being the paranoid man that he is, noticed every movement that they made from the nudge on. He laughed. "Sorry boys, but I could care less about you. I'm more worried about this feeling I'm having and what it will entail. the last time I felt like this I was almost killed, and my partner, well, he was killed."

From within the elevator shaft came an audible thump, followed by the groaning of wired and a snap, as the elevator plummeted, along with a screech. After a few seconds of falling, there came a sound like bone shearing through metal, and seconds later, a loud crash as the elevator hit the bottom of the shaft and flattened. The shearing noise repeated, getting closer, as if some creature was using huge claws to climb up the shaft. The sound finally settled behind the thick, elevator doors, as two huge, bone claws, about three feet long, stuck straight through the door. The doors groaned and shook, but stayed closed...

"HERE WE GO, PEOPLE!! GET READY!!" Mooty yelled, pushing Alexia behind him and readying his SAW.

OOC: You guys have guns, you know.
IC: The claws pull away, forward and back, slicing through the door. A small worm of some kind crawls through the bottom of the small crack in the doors, and they slide open. In the doorway stands a small creature, about the size of a dog, with two scythe-like bong claws and four small legs. The creature jumps forward, jumping at the nearest thing it can get its hands on, the volunteer.

Mooty, being the paranoid man that he is, noticed every movement that they made from the nudge on. He laughed. "Sorry boys, but I could care less about you. I'm more worried about this feeling I'm having and what it will entail. the last time I felt like this I was almost killed, and my partner, well, he was killed."
"Nothing personal," Mr. Black said. Neither his expression nor the direction or intensity of his gaze changed one iota.
From within the elevator shaft came an audible thump, followed by the groaning of wired and a snap, as the elevator plummeted, along with a screech. After a few seconds of falling, there came a sound like bone shearing through metal, and seconds later, a loud crash as the elevator hit the bottom of the shaft and flattened. The shearing noise repeated, getting closer, as if some creature was using huge claws to climb up the shaft. The sound finally settled behind the thick, elevator doors, as two huge, bone claws, about three feet long, stuck straight through the door. The doors groaned and shook, but stayed closed...
"It's on!" Frost shouted. As one, both he and his partner grabbed a bewildered General Drake away from his snack plate and dragged him toward the far corner. Once there, they unslung their P-90s and flipped the fire selectors to semi-automatic. Black nodded tersely to Mooty--no longer a suspicious foreign national, but an ally in a moment of impending combat.
After a moment, General Drake recovered his bearings enough to realize that grave danger had just gripped the entire tour party. He drew his S&W .500. From the sound of the thing climbing the elevator shaft, it seemed his ridiculously oversized, ceremonial big-game pistol would be one of the more practical weapons on hand in the room.

OOC Edit: You guys sort amongst yourselves who killed this one. ;)

The Volunteer quickly jumped sideways, his hands dipping into his jacket, bringing out an MP7. The...thing flew past him, but at such a speed that he couldn't get a good aim on it. Unfortunately, the thing it was about to hit was Marenus, who was flung to the ground by Danit. Unfortunately, the thing hit Danit instead, one of the scythes buried into his left shoulder.

Danit screamed in pain as the thing started biting at his arm, only for it to be hit by a hail of fire from the Volunteer's MP7, but the thing still doggedly held on, with Danit's arm now full of bullet holes too.

Marenus, out of the corner of his eye, could see the various other representatives doing a mix of screaming and readying weaponry, and put his hands over his head, trying to make himself as small a target as possible for the thing and for anyone else shooting it.

[OOC]: For anyone who hasn't figured it out now, the Volunteer is the closest thing in my party to Special Ops.

Also, Danit, although i'd miss him, since he is a character in many of my RP's, is still expendable. So if this dog thing is gonna do anything else to him, or if anyone decides to waste him as well as the dog, you can.

Mooty walks up to Danit and shoots the creature in the head with his pistols.

"FUCK!! I knew something was gonna happen!!" Mooty yelled.

More creatures fall into the elevator shaft, 5 more in total, flinging themselves across the room at various people, screeching as they swing their claws wildly.

The Volunteer quickly turns around and sprays more fire from the MP7 at the creatures, not managing to kill any.

Mooty opens fire at them, killing 3, while his men accomplish the killing of one.

Mooty walks up to the edge of the elevator shaft and fires blindly into the shaft.

The creatures all fly at Danit, sensing a weak target. The claws slice at his flesh. If not stopped, they would rip him to shreds.

ooc: theyre all already dead...

While Frost stayed behind with Drake, Black grabbed Mooty away from the elevator. "Get back, you idiot!" he shouted.

Mooty opens fire at them, killing 3, while his men accomplish the killing of one.

Mooty walks up to the edge of the elevator shaft and fires blindly into the shaft.
OOC: They're fast buggers, and I doubt you'd kill three in one burst.

"Everyone, we need to find a way out of here now!" screamed the Volunteer, putting the MP7 back into his jacket, and instead bringing out a small handgun. Instead of loading a clip into it, he quickly plugs a small, black block, only a few centimeres in width, height and length into the side of the gun, causing it to hum slightly.

"I saw something fall down the shaft while all of you were still firing" Mooty uttered "It was big. Really big."

OOC: They're fast buggers, and I doubt you'd kill three in one burst.
ooc: ever heard the term Spray and Pray?

"What the hell is that?" Frost asked the volunteer.

OOC: Are there any doors around here? Common sense says there should be, for the kitchen staff if no one else, but if there were doors, I think someone would have picked up on that fact...

[OOC]: Since we are all posting at a rapid speed, should we set up a posting order? First Jangle, since he's creating the situations, then Wicket, then Ximea, then me?

From the metal ventilation shaft at the top of the room, five more fall to the ground, once again targetting Danit, looking for fresh meat, as a thick meaty pod spews from somewhere in the elevator shaft, opening to reveal more of the worms, which begin to slither towards Danit.

"Damnit, if we find Taren, we'll be safe. Trust me, he's not dead." Mooty said, walking back to the shaft and firing a couple more rounds at the dog-like creatures crawling up the walls. Mooty then spun on his heels, took a few steps towards Danit, and shot the creatures off of him, one bullet at a time.

[OOC]: Since we are all posting at a rapid speed, should we set up a posting order? First Jangle, since he's creating the situations, then Wicket, then Ximea, then me?
OOC: Sure. I dunno where Akaton is though.

[OOC]: He's currently offline, that's why I didn't include him. After he posts he's online again, we can add him to the RP, and simply assume his group has been following us the whole time.

ooc: I've gotta be going in about 20-30 minutes anyways... maybe earlier...

EDIT: nvm that, I need a shower... see you guys later...

From the elevator shaft comes a deep rumble, as claws slam into the sides. From the doors looms a huge creature, with heavy, carapaced armor, and a series of six spiked arms. It whips a layered tail to the ground, as the tip pierces forward and into the ground, to jut up at Davin from underneath the cement, going straight at him with the piercing tip.

[OOC]: I'd have to assume the order is now Jangle, Xamia, then me. Anyone participating in the RP, please post when you're going offline, and when you get back online. It'll help us keep the RP together.

[OOC]: I'd have to assume the order is now Jangle, Xamia, then me. Anyone participating in the RP, please post when you're going offline, and when you get back online. It'll help us keep the RP together.
OOC: The monster is attacking Davin again then. With the tail.

OOC: Looks like posting speed is going to slow down as people leave. An ordered-posting system may not be necessary after all.

IC: As the giant creature slithered into the room, Black and Frost peppered it with their P90s. The 5.7mm ammunition--designed to penetrate body armor--buried into the creature's thick carapace, but did not appear to penetrate into the meat.
"The tail!" Frost shouted. It was headed towards Danit, who was still unconscious from the last wave. The two guards blasted away at the tail.
They still had to go for the kill, though. "General Drake, hand me your revolver!" Black shouted.
"I'll do you one better!" the General shouted, planting a series of 50-cal wadcutters in the creature's hideous face.

The round from the revolver literally ripped the head from the creature, but it seemed oblivious. The tail whipped at the volunteer like a long axe, as the creature leaped it's bulk into the air.
OOC: Can you guys just post attacks, not hits? Because those rounds would NOT have pierced the carapace. It's about four inches thick.

OOC: My bad. Didn't realize it would be that thick. Editing now.

OOC: Tank oo.

[OOC]: Alrighty. As soon as it gets back to four people or more, we'll just use the posting system. Less, and it should be safe enough to just post at will.

IC: The Volunteer aimed the handgun at what was left of the creature as it lunged at him, pressing a small button on the side of the gun, causing the hum of the gun to increase to a whine, getting louder and louder as he held down the button, until it got high pitched enough to rise hairs on the back of their necks, before finally pulling the trigger, the gun spitting a green lance of light directly at the creature's tail, the gun apparently having no effect at first, the axe tail about to hit into him, until the flesh of the creature began to bubble, as if boiling, before the skin started to rupture, the tail itself simply falling off as it slowly fell apart. The Volunteer ducked under the arc of the tail as the still hurtled towards him, before burying itself in the far wall. Unfortunately, after dodging the tail, he didn't know what had become of the creature.

[EDIT]: Edited after seeing that it was going at him, plus after seeing about not posting the damage, only the attack.

Alexia was flung back by mooty as Vladimir caught her and dragged her behind a overturned table, Rykov jumped over it and raised his m16, firing at one of the creatures in semi automatic mode, spraying it with lead.
Alexia searched her pockets for the radio and finaly pulled it out. She screamed into it "Mercy this is Fox, we are under attack inside the complex!" The message she got a message back from the DRN Mercy was unbelieveable.'
"We know Fox, the island is crawling with unindentified hostiles, we are unable to send a marine detachment for now. We are figuring out a plan to get you out of there, Mercy out." Alexia grabbed Vladimir's sidearm and together with her the m16's from her bodyguards began firing at the worm creatures slittering towards them.

OOC: I gotta go for a bit in about 15 minutes. I should return less than 15 later.

IC: "Looks like the tail's more or less gone," Frost said. "Concentrate your fire on the arms and legs! Let's immobilize this bastard if we can't kill it!" The two guards and the General did exactly that, aiming particularly for the joints connecting the limbs to the creature's swollen, gargantuan body. These joints were large enough to make good targets, but small enough that the gunfire might just hurt them.

[OOC]: Just so I know, is the big thing dead, or did my attack merely take out the tail?

IC: Marenus stared wide eyed as the Volunteer calmly blew off the creatures tail, ducking as it went over his head into the wall behind him. He could hear the radio transmission from his hiding position, and started to panic as his brain filtered through to him what is was saying. They were alone down here, with these creatures everywhere. How could they stand a chance? They were pretty much doomed.....

ic: I'm back

Mooty noticed Alexia's radio and remembered the Nimitz he was on earlier.

"ALEXIA, THROW ME THE RADIO!!" Mooty yelled as loud as he could.

He shot the large creature in the "knee" multiple times until it fell down on that side. He then proceeded to take out each leg individually with the help of the others.

when he had shot about 80 rounds at the creature, he jumped, ducked, and rolled over to Alexia and asked her for the radio.

The Volunteer crawled over to Danit, trying to stay away from the hail of murderous fire being directed at the creature. His heart dropped as he got to Danit. He was already dead. The wounds had been too much, the bleeding had finally gotten to him. He quickly stripped him of his unfired Desert Eagle, along with a pouch of extra clips for it, and crawled over to Danit who was hiding behind one of the tables.

"Here," said the Volunteer, handing the gun and ammo to Marenus, "you'll need this. We need as much firepower as we can get right now. You know how to use it?" Marenus nodded. "Good. Now, open fire on that thing!"

The creature shuddered as it fell, it's tail melting away, as bullets chip away the carapace, before ripping into the flesh. Green, acidic blood exploded from the back of the creature, along with more of the larvae worms, attempting to attach themselves to anything they can get at. If they attach, they would sink fangs full of assimilating bacteria into the system, along with large amounts of uranium. The body would become a mass of putrid cells, fresh for the harvesting, within hours.

Alexia handed the radio over and scratched her head in frustration. "Its on secure DRN naval frequencies, you'd have to get around the block to use to call upon anything else. But the good thing is my father, Grand Admiral Ulas is sending over the entire south defence fleet." She giggeld at the mental image of the southern defence fleet and saw Mooty staring at her. "Wat....?"

Marenus brought the gun to bear, a clip already loaded into it, and fired away at the creatures, firing randomly until the 7 bullet clip was gone.

The Volunteer was already charging up another shot from his weapon, this time holding it down for 20 seconds, rather than the 5 seconds of last time. The blast this time was even longer, but instead of hitting one target, he sweeped the beam across the floor, vaporising any worm creatures it came across.

OOC: Yeah, there are five doors. But you'd have to turn your back on the shaft.

The Volunteer turned to the rest of the party. "Everyone, listen up. This gun of mine runs on battery packs, each able to deliver a few thousand blasts like that before it needs to be replaced. I have 2 more with me, along with 5 more batteries. If anyone wants one, ask now. Just point and aim for a quick blast, about the power of a .357 bullet, except cleaner. There isn't any actual known limit from firing those things, they go to about a few hundred thousand blasts of that type at least before the batteries are drained. The small button on the side," The Volunteer pointed to the small button on the right side of the gun, "will charge the gun as long as you hold it down. The gun can charge to about 2 minutes, at which point it could probably take out a mansion. Unfortunately, anything more than about 30 seconds of charge will take out the gun itself as well, along with anyone in the vicinity. So, anyone need one?"

From the central door, a thick, foot-long rocket rips through the window and into the elevator shaft, exploding and collapsing it. Taren strides through the door, with three rifles strapped to his back, a RPG launcher on one shoulder, and heavy machine gun on his other. Taren lets the rifle swing back down to his back, "Need some help?" Taren quickly tosses the guns across the room, leaving himself, seemingly, armless. He pulls out two pistols, with extended clips. Automatic Glocks, by the look of them. He raises one and shoots along the length of the shaft, ripping it pieces, and dropping three of the smaller creatures from the shaft.

The Volunteer turned to the rest of the party. "Everyone, listen up. This gun of mine runs on battery packs, each able to deliver a few thousand blasts like that before it needs to be replaced. I have 2 more with me, along with 5 more batteries. If anyone wants one, ask now. Just point and aim for a quick blast, about the power of a .357 bullet, except cleaner. There isn't any actual known limit from firing those things, they go to about a few hundred thousand blasts of that type at least before the batteries are drained. The small button on the side," The Volunteer pointed to the small button on the right side of the gun, "will charge the gun as long as you hold it down. The gun can charge to about 2 minutes, at which point it could probably take out a mansion. Unfortunately, anything more than about 30 seconds of charge will take out the gun itself as well, along with anyone in the vicinity. So, anyone need one?"

OOC: Mansion? If you shot the nuclear reactor powering it, maybe.

Vladimir grabs the RPG launcher and laughs manicly. "Damn, my favorite weapon......to bad I had to leave mine at home!" He slams it onto his shoulder and loads it with a RPG.

OC: Sorry but I REALY like that weapon....^_^

OOC: Mansion? If you shot the nuclear reactor powering it, maybe.

OOC:Like I said, it's due to the fact that it would explode that it can take it out. Otherwise, it would just cut one freaking hell of a hole through it.

"We need to get out of this room," Frost said. The midsized creatures were dead, the enormous one was dead or dying, and Frost and Black had resorted to alternately shooting and trying to stomp on the small worms. They were using their sidearms, FN Five-seveN pistols. Technically, the pistols used the same 5.7x28mm AP ammunition that the P90s used, but it seemed wiser to use up the pistol magazines first.
"We need some cover if we're gonna get through that door," Drake said. "You," he said, pointing to Mooty, "You got that bigass machine gun. Keep it trained on the elevator shaft. Black, Frost, watch those vents. Taren, can you seal that door with a rocket after we get through?"

"Come on, lets get out of here. Too open." Taren strides into the 2nd to the left door, which leads into a thin corridor, with a map in the center, covered by glass. Taren swung his elbow and the glass shattered, as the map spun to reveal various melee weapons, including glaives, claws, knives, plasma swords, etc. He pulls out the weapons and tosses them to his allies, before walking along, his nails lengthening and thickening into claws... if anyone was looking at them...

"We need to get out of this room," Frost said. The midsized creatures were dead, the enormous one was dead or dying, and Frost and Black had resorted to alternately shooting and trying to stomp on the small worms. They were using their sidearms, FN Five-seveN pistols. Technically, the pistols used the same 5.7x28mm AP ammunition that the P90s used, but it seemed wiser to use up the pistol magazines first.
"We need some cover if we're gonna get through that door," Drake said. "You," he said, pointing to Mooty, "You got that bigass machine gun. Keep it trained on the elevator shaft. Black, Frost, watch those vents. Taren, can you seal that door with a rocket after we get through?"

OOC: The shaft is basically gone...

The Volunteer handed over one of the energy guns to Marenus. "After that guy came in, everyone is definitely properly armed. I'll keep the spare with me, just in case, but here's another gun and 2 batteries. You already know how to use it, and how dangerous it is, so be careful with it."

Marenus and the Volunteer walked along at the back of the group, sparing a glance at Danit, whose corpse was now covered in the worm creatures, all of whom were busy eating at away at him.

As the newcomer started handing out weapons, the Volunteer said one word to Marenus, "Jant".
"What?" asked Marenus.
"My name is Jant. I was sent by the army as a guard after we found intelligence about this place. There's something fishy about the place. We don't know what exactly, but we think this place is hiding something, most likely related to those creatures back there. I'm part of the 1st SBD, the Special Bodyguard Division. We mostly guard high ranking officials."
Marenus smiled. "I've been meaning to ask you since we got on the plane about who you were, but it always slipped my mind."
"Well, now you know"

"Don't know how useful blades are going to be against these things, but what the hell," Mr. Black said. He grabbed a slick combat knife with an 8-inch partially-serrated blade and a sub-hilt. His partner grabbed a pair of double-edged boat-tipped knives with 7-inch blades. Drake, though he was already armed with a 22-inch-long naval dirk, grabbed a small hand-axe (http://www.coldsteel.com/92bx.html) on the argument that one could never be too well-armed.
Both Black and Frost put their sunglasses in their pockets; they wouldn't need them in the dim tunnels, but one never knew when some eye protection would come in handy.
"Now, if we could get some high-caliber AP weapons, we'd be set," Black said.
Frost turned to their host. "We appreciate your help back there," he said. "But is there anything we should know about these creatures? Specifically, where do they come from, how many are there, are they infectious, and is there anything worse we haven't seen yet?"

Taren chuckled, "Of course we're hiding something. This! We made them. Some jack-off technician released them into the lab before they were finished. Seems he was one of those disgruntled folk. He's been assimilated into of them. I'd use that little plasma toy on the friend of yours. He'll be used to harvest more creatures. They recreate by injecting a bacteria that turns them into inert radioactive flesh, which slowly mutates into what they want as they carefully tend it. Amazing things, but not done yet. These are mindless. They'll be intelligent killing machines once they're done. Well, everything has glitches...

"At once"
The Volunteer pressed the charge button on his weapon, and walked back through the door. After a few seconds, the sound of the gun firing was heard, and Jant walked back through. Before the door closed, anyone looking would have been able to see a scorched area of floor where the corpse of Danit once was.

"Don't know how useful blades are going to be against these things, but what the hell," Mr. Black said. He grabbed a slick combat knife with an 8-inch partially-serrated blade and a sub-hilt. His partner grabbed a pair of double-edged boat-tipped knives with 7-inch blades. Drake, though he was already armed with a 22-inch-long naval dirk, grabbed a small hand-axe (http://www.coldsteel.com/92bx.html) on the argument that one could never be too well-armed.
Both Black and Frost put their sunglasses in their pockets; they wouldn't need them in the dim tunnels, but one never knew when some eye protection would come in handy.
"Now, if we could get some high-caliber AP weapons, we'd be set," Black said.
Frost turned to their host. "We appreciate your help back there," he said. "But is there anything we should know about these creatures? Specifically, where do they come from, how many are there, are they infectious, and is there anything worse we haven't seen yet?"

"Well, we made them, I don't know how many they've made, they ARE infectious, but it takes hours, and yes, there are worse things. But we may not see them for a while."

"Jesus," Drake said. "If those things ever get off this island..."
"How did you plan on controlling them once they were deployed?" Frost asked.
"How do the bacteria make foreign flesh radioactive?" Black wondered.
"Moot questions," Drake said. "They've been deployed, they're out of control, and they're apparently radioactive. Now how do we get out of here without dying?" he demanded.
"I may have something of an idea," Black said. "Taren, where do you store the Geiger counters? We might be able to use portable devices as an early-warning system."

Once they were trained, they would be smart. We would give them targets to assimilate and grow with, and our technology would give them longer life, etc. Also, we would have thier alliance with use, but not slavery to us, imbred. They have thier own forms of intercourse, but it works better for them to simply assimilate. The bacteria is, mixed with uranium. After the first bite, more worms carefully monitor and inject material into the flesh. Different amounts yield different effects. They can't get off the island, as yet. The would drown, and they have not, as yet, learned how to create flying forms. That would take them months without our help. The geiger counters would be no use, since we're right NEXT to a uranium mine, and in a facility run by nuclear reactors. We'll need to fight our way to the service elevator. But it would be easy... we'll have to fight almost all of them..."

OOC: I thought you'd say that about the Geiger counters. Nuclear reactors are heavily shielded. Typically, less radiation gets through that shielding than the amount produced by a microwave oven. I don't know about the mines, but I would hope that they would have similar precautions...unless you want the staff at your military base suddenly dying of cancer...;) Nevertheless, I shall accept your explanation. The creatures' activity could have breached certain systems like secondary cooling lines, which would carry enough residual radiation to render the counters useless.

IC: "And how many are there?" Frost asked. "You said it takes hours for them to assimilate a host, so I assume the only ones around right now are the ones created and accounted for in your labs. Do you know the tally? How many were made?"

OOC: I thought you'd say that about the Geiger counters. Nuclear reactors are heavily shielded. Typically, less radiation gets through that shielding than the amount produced by a microwave oven. I don't know about the mines, but I would hope that they would have similar precautions...unless you want the staff at your military base suddenly dying of cancer...;) Nevertheless, I shall accept your explanation. The creatures' activity could have breached certain systems like secondary cooling lines, which would carry enough residual radiation to render the counters useless.

IC: "And how many are there?" Frost asked. "You said it takes hours for them to assimilate a host, so I assume the only ones around right now are the ones created and accounted for in your labs. Do you know the tally? How many were made?"
Taren waves an arm, "The ones here take hours. The ones in the lab would take a few minutes. All they have to do is cut the target somehow and throw it into the chemical bile we used to make the originals. There were originally 1,000 of the creatures made, but I'm SURE they've made more. It'll be hard to get out." As Taren nears the end of the corridor, one of the small creatures jump at him, as Taren goes into a flurry, his jaws seeming to lengthen, clamping around the creature's head, his sharpened "claws" jutting in and out of the chest of the alien, gouging out the entirety of the carapace, before thrashing his head and ripping it from the demon. Spitting out the head, Taren shakes himself, snarling slightly.

Jant quickly brings his weapon to bear on Taren, not charging it, but keeping it aimed at him nonetheless.

"What in the fuck!? What in the hell are you!?"

Marenus looked over at Jant and said "HEY! Listen, no matter what, he knows this place. Put down the gun."

Jant hesitated for a few moments, but put the gun away.
"Fine. I'll deal with it. But first, I have another question. These things, so far we've only encountered small ones, apart from that one large one. What can we expect up ahead? You said there was worse."

OOC: I am joining this RP if noone minds. These are my people:

Major Alexi Varamov
Description: A member of the SDF, he is a milatary officer sent to ensurethat no weapons of immesne power (WMD) fall into the wrong hands
Carrying: One AT-25 Rifle, and a A-25 pistol. (teh rifle uses rounds that det after impact, hope this dosen't break the no 'nades rule)

2 nameless guards (Think Star Trek Red Shirted Ensigns)
Carrying a pistol each

OC: Bite late no?

OOC: Yeh, I din see this till about 5 minutes before i posted and it looked interesting.

If you want a RP reason why I arrived so late, there was a storm and they had to wait awhile to get the chopper airbourne.

OOC: But the elevator to the lower levels has been destroyed. The guests are already trapped underground. So is the host.
I would suggest RPing as base security trapped underground. Our party could run into yours soon. Of course, then you wouldn't get to play as characters from your nation.
An alternative is that you just assume you were here the whole time. There's a vampire with us, and he hasn't posted in several pages.

OOC: Well the second thing sounds ok. Thank you.

OOC: It's great to see how quickly you all rush through these roleplays...

ooc: Reeve sighed in relief when Count Yuri left the room. He is becoming quite annoying and might not make it off the island (HINT: he might not get to see whatever's gonna happen happen...)

No he didn't. If I didn't control that action than it never happend. Plain and simple. IN FACT...considering Reeve is for all intents and purposes a Lich he could really care less if Yuri was there or not. Reeve has seen more "vile" things in his life. Sorry I wasn't too active these past couple of pages. Went to bed and had errends to do in the morn. I'm also ignoring everything Moody said to Reeve. After all if it never happened, he never would've said that. Now what is the status of my characters? Where are they and what happend?]

Major Alexi slowly walked down the corridor, his 2 men behind him. THey had heard strange noises coming from around the hallway. They searched around room by room, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, and where everyone else was.

OOC Summary: We went on a tour of the upper levels. Saw some fancy stuff, including a gravity grenade. Then we went down an elevator to a lounge room for some snacks.
All hell broke loose. We were attacked by large, insect-like creatures the size of dogs, slithering, wormlike things with fangs, and a big freaking insect with heavy armor and a razor-sharp tail.
We escaped, but the elevator was destroyed and we are are stranded on the lower levels. We must make our way to the service elevator.

The creatures themselves are a product of bio-weapons research involving uranium. The creatures' saliva (and blood, I assume) contains a bacteria which is able to alter foreign tissue, so if a person is killed or bitten, that person's body mass will eventually convert to a monster or monsters.

Our host, Tarentheor, is a demon, and partly responsible for the creation of these creatures, but he seems to be on our side. He handed out a bunch of melee weapons, at any rate. There's also a vampire, as I said, but he's got some major catching up to do. ;)

OOC: If my characters are still up in the upper lobby are they affected?

"Hey, whats that?" said one of the guards. Alexi looked down the hall at the thing the private was pointing at. "I don't know, It looks like a bug but its the size of my cousins german shepard." Alexi said.

OOC: Listen, I've got to get some sleep. I don't know when I'll be back...it may not be for a while. I'd appreciate if no one killed my characters while I'm gone. Thanks.

Jant quickly brings his weapon to bear on Taren, not charging it, but keeping it aimed at him nonetheless.

"What in the fuck!? What in the hell are you!?"

Marenus looked over at Jant and said "HEY! Listen, no matter what, he knows this place. Put down the gun."

Jant hesitated for a few moments, but put the gun away.
"Fine. I'll deal with it. But first, I have another question. These things, so far we've only encountered small ones, apart from that one large one. What can we expect up ahead? You said there was worse."

"They make what seems deadly. The small ones are fast, the larger ones had heavy armor. I couldn't tell you."

OOC: It's great to see how quickly you all rush through these roleplays...



No he didn't. If I didn't control that action than it never happend. Plain and simple. IN FACT...considering Reeve is for all intents and purposes a Lich he could really care less if Yuri was there or not. Reeve has seen more "vile" things in his life. Sorry I wasn't too active these past couple of pages. Went to bed and had errends to do in the morn. I'm also ignoring everything Moody said to Reeve. After all if it never happened, he never would've said that. Now what is the status of my characters? Where are they and what happend?]
OOC: We can pull it off as you were just late arrivers, and came in with the rest, but managed not to be attacked. That would be sketchy at best, but would work. The creatures are all over the island anyway, so...
IC: Taren looked ahead into the darkness at the creature, using his keen eyes to pick it out, "It looks like a larger dog-thing with pods on its back and a scythe-tail." As he spoke, one of the pods on the back opened and shower of crystalline needles puffed out of the creature and rained towards the group. Taren pulled a glaive from his trenchcoat as a faint shimmer outlined a much larger glaive, unthrowable, but good for melee, as iquid poured into the shimmering outline, the liquid turning to plasma as it hit the outline. Spinning the glaive, Taren used it as a shield against the needles, advancing slowly on the creature. The dog-sized creature turned, and growled, swinging its tail at the glaive, slicing the handle in two with ease. Swinging up his glock, Taren sent six bullets straight into the creature, one for each pod. With a squelching noise, the pods erupted internally, the small pieces sticking from the sides as the creature still quivered, trying to move, still immobilized on its feet as green blood dripped from the beast. A shot to the head finished it off.

OOC: Bump since none of you are here....

Reeve sat in his room looking at several pictures he had recieved from the one of the stewerdess in the compound. The photographs along with a magazine had gone into great detail the several weapons that were to be shown. Trej and Silk had hoped that they would be able to see these weapons soon enough. They were quite disappointed when Reeve had decided to look at the weapons later so as not to disturb the other guests. After all, Silk was a holy man and carried around a cross wherever he went. After Reeve had discovered that a vampire was present he had decided to wait until later out of courtesey. This came as a disappointment to Reeve as well considering his practice in the dark arts. The chance to examine a real vampire was not very likely in this day and age. A pity he would pass it up.

Suddenly the lights went out in the room followed by a low hum and a switch that brought up the dim red back ups. Trej reached for his automatic, but was stopped short by Reeve.

"A power outage I'm sure. It's probably nothing."

Suddenly a loud scream was heard coming from down the hall. This time Silk reached for his weapon and Trej could not help but ready his. Silk crossed his chest and silently uttered a prayer before approaching the door.

"What do you think it is?" Silk asked his commander. "I don't know. Silk go check it out and report back. If you're not back in five we'll go find you."

Before Silk could even open the door it burst open from the sheer impact of a hidious creature about the size of a wolf. It looked like an insect pulled out of a horror flick ready to devour all in it's sight. Silk would not offer the beast that oppertunity. With the pull of the trigger a single round burst through the muzzle of his shotgun and caved through the skull of the creature. With a slight moan the beast fell to the ground in a pool of it's own blood.

"Well this is an interesting specimen." Reeve said with a delight smile as he kneeled down beside it. "I'd love to take a sample. Silk get me my..."

"Sir..." Trej said cutting off his boss with a tone of fear in his voice. "I don't think we've got the time for that."

Reeve stood up and looked out the door to find hundreds of smaller sized creatures coming there way.

"Oh dear..."

Before the corporate playboy could say another word Trej and Silk hustled him out the door and began the long sprint in the other direction. Hopefuly they would find help and then a way out of this mess.

OOC: SOrry for not being active, or posting at all, but this week has been rough and tough. I'll try and post something tommorow, seeing as I can't be arsed tonight.

OC: I'm still waiting for Mooty's response so I'm here, just not posting till thats done, oh and I'm going for a bit so feel free to use Alexia and her bodyguards, but do NOT kill them off.....yet.

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted for a while, I was sleeping. I forgot to tell anyone. If I disappear for a while, just RP for Count Yuri. Just don't let anything permanently kill him if I'm not around. Lets just say that he missed the elevator.

IC: Deep underground, a swarm of bats came rushing from the destroyed elevator shaft. They moved together, and became Count Yuri. Shouting to be heard over the gunfire, the Count said, "What happened down here. I was waiting in the lobby, when the elevator doors exploded. I heard gunfire and screaming, so I came down to see for myself." Carefully stepping over the remains of one of the dead insect-things, he asked "What are these things?"

Before anyone could answer, another insect monster jumped around the corner and attacked the Count. With lightning fast reflexes he grabbed his glowing phase sword and sliced the small monster in half. It's two twitching halves fell on either side of him, their blood splattering all over the ground. Mooty shouted to Count Yuri "We've got to find a way out!". The Count turned towads him, trying to be heard over the sounds of battle "The elevator shft collapsed right behind me, there's no way we can get out there!"
Joining the battle, Count Yuri drew his automatic pistols, gunning down another dog sized insect.

OOC: To set the record straight, Reeve never insulted Count Yuri. It was probably one of the bodyguards.

BUMP... Isn't that you're job, Jangle?

Taren smiles at Yuri, "Glad to see another able-bodied person around to help. Keep your weapon close, you'll need it."

Count Yuri ducked behind some rubble while he reloaded his pistols, his cape swirling behind him. Finally, he thought to himself, a little excitement. He hadn't come all this way just to sit around menacing those around him. Jumping out, he shot another monster about to jump on Taren.

I'll send 3 SPARTANS genetically engineered super soldiers to test a new range of automated sentry turrets in battle

OOC: from previous experience they will all be armed with MK9 Impaler vulcan cannons loaded with AP IRGNORE rounds

"Christ, they've learned to fly!" Drake said, swinging his axe wildly through the air.
Frost put up a staying hand. "Wait...those are bats."
Sure enough, the bats materialized into Count Yuri. "Thank God for that," Drake said. It was getting hard to hear with the increasing gunfire. "Yuri!" he called, as the vampire took down several creatures with his pistols. "You're immortal, right?"
"For the most part, yes," the vampire said.
"Then you're our point man." Drake was used to giving orders, obviously.
One of the creatures evaded Yuri's hailstorm of bullets and lunged toward the General. He sidestepped, slicing its tail off with the hand-axe, then planting the weapon in the creature's head. The creature quivered, squealed, and fell to the ground twitching.
"Oh, crap," the General said. "Taren! What happens if a vampire gets infected?"

OOC: Got some housework to do. May not be back for three or four hours; just wanted to keep active.

[OOC]: I have my doubts wether that would even make sense RP wise, let alone make good RP.

OOC: It's rather unlikely that much would happen if he gets infected. Count Yuri has been dead for over three centuries. Having been shot, burned, poisoned, and slashed dozens of times, there is very little of him left that would grow anything if it was exposed to a mutagenic chemical. He is evil incarnate, and all that keeps him from turning to dust is his dark, supernatural power.

For the record, the Count behaves exactly like vampires in horror movies. He can see in the dark, turn into a swarm of bats (not very useful in an underground base), he is unharmed by most weapons, and obviously he can drink the blood of the living. However, if he gets staked through the heart (or in this case impaled by a big clawed insect), he will die permanently. Contact with direct sunlight will cause him extreme pain. He won't get near garlic, crosses or holy water.

IC: Hearing Drake's 'order' Count Yuri darted forwards, his supernatural senses picking out the insectoid swarm even in these darkened conditions. Shooting them one by one, Count yuri shouted to the others, "I don't have enough ammo to kill them all you know! They are massing about 40 meters ahead for another attack, requesting backup!"

OOC: I may not be back for about four or five hours, so if necessary Jangle Jangle Ridge can control Count Yuri until I return. I don't mind if he loses an arm or something, but he shouldn't die. The government of Akaton has no one to replace the Count, so it would be best if he survives.

Reeve and his two bodyguards had made a run to the nearest exit hoping to run into a few guards a long the way. Although they had run into several guards, none of them were exactly useful. In fact, some of them had twisted into hidious beasts. Something very strange was going on here, and as interested as Reeve was in the matter he had no intentions of staying here long.

Trej had paved the way towards the exit while Silk covered the rear making sure to terminate anything that moved, even if it looked human. There mission was to protect Reeve even if it meant their own lives and that was what they would do. Failure was not an option in this matter.

The elite bodyguards had finally gotten to an elevator shaft that served as a method to the top floor. Trej was a bit reluctent to go up the shaft, but Silk argued that it could've been the only means out for a while.

"We've not run into any of these beasts for at least five minutes. Perhaps they've pulled back and retreated towards the weaker guests." Silk claimed. "We can not risk our master's health. We must take the shaft."

"Our master's health is exactly why we can not take the shaft." Trej argued hoping for another way. He still had high hopes that someone in this complex was alive, but at the moment that had proven false.

"We're taking the elevator." Reeve said stepping in between his two combatants. We will not be harmed, I'm sure of it."

Slightly hesitent Trej stepped back and sighed. If this was the will of Reeve then it was his will as well. Perhaps the elevator wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Let's go." Silk said as the door opened and the three men stepped inside eager to escape this death trap. The doors shut, and then suddenly the lights in the elevator went out...

(I'm going to have the elevator crash and we're going to come across Yuri and the others. The undead as a combined force should prove as a useful effective force :))

Drake tugged at his hand-axe, but it was stuck fast in the head of the creature he'd just killed.
Count Yuri said something about the creatures massing up for another attack. "Taren, we could use your rockets up there," Drake said. "Black, Frost, Mooty, you three form behind him." Yuri thought about telling Drake not to order foreign dignitaries around, but it seemed like sound advice right now.
Black and Frost advanced toward Count Yuri's position. Their P90s chopped away at the growing swarm of giant arthropoda, but they didn't have enough ammunition to continue indefinitely. "Empty!" Black shouted, popping off his magazine. Frost and Yuri closed in, covering him while he reloaded.
A crashing sound of twisting metal echoed from behind the group. "Good God, that sounds big," Drake said. "Black, Frost, Mooty, keep the little ones off us. Jant, help me with this big one."
Near the rear of the corridor, back by the snack room, a lumbering form came into view--a giant, segmented creature similar to the one which had attacked them before. In the tunnel, it couldn't bring its tail to bear on them, but it made up for that with a pair of ragged, crablike claws large enough to cut a man in half. Interspersed among its six, dead-black, golfball-sized eyes, a handfull of pucker-like depressions pocked its face.
General Drake fired the last two rounds in his cylinder. In the corridor, the roar was actually painful. The bullets buried themselves in the creature's head, caving in a portion the size of a melon. Greenish ichor and bits of chitin puddled on the floor, thick as molasses.
The creature emitted a high, piercing squeal. It lowered its damaged head and sprayed a sputtering mist of yellowish fluid in the direction of the survivors. Most of the mist fell short, as Drake and the others were still a good fifty meters away from it. As the mist hit the floor, it began to sizzle and produce an acrid smoke.
"That thing just shot acid at us!" Drake shouted. His ears still hurt from the report of his pistol. "I need more ammo!"

OOC: I also doubt that a vamp could get infected and mutate. His leg would probably fall off from infection, but without a beating heart, how would the poison be proliferated through the blood-stream. Much the same goes for Taren, as his blood can have the exact same effect of changing things with HIS blood.
IC: Taren raised his arms as six bullets ripped through the air or the shotgun-wielder's shoulders, thudding into the carapace and... exploding? In the background, Taren slides our the clips, even though they're obviously still almost full for other clips. "High-explosive tips..." He leads the way through the guts splashed across the hallway.

OOC: I'm back for about an hour or two, then I really do need to go to bed. As before, the others involved in this RP can control Count Yuri's actions while I am gone.

IC: Count Yuri had been firing bursts of pistol fire at the horde of insectoid beasts. Checking the ammo clips on his guns, he saw that there were few rounds left. Firing a few more shots to cover his retreat, the Count darted back to the others. "There are too many of them! We must get into a more deffensible location." Turning to Taren, Count Yuri shouted over the noise of battle, "We could really use a grenade or two over here!" Holstering his pistols, the Count drew his phase sword and prepared to fend off the next wave of attack.

"Yo Taren, I'm not saying a goddamn thing. HAHAHA!!" Mooty laughed as he began to open fire on the next wave of creatures with Yuri.

OOC: I'm logging off to sleep, don't let anything too bad happen to Yuri while I'm gone.

OOC: I also doubt that a vamp could get infected and mutate. His leg would probably fall off from infection, but without a beating heart, how would the poison be proliferated through the blood-stream. Much the same goes for Taren, as his blood can have the exact same effect of changing things with HIS blood.
OOC: I didn't expect it to happen; just thought it would be a realistic question to ask, given the circumstances.

Alexia was taken by the arm by Vladimir and he told her to stick close to Mooty as he shoulderd his RPG launcher and aimed for the big creature, Rykov stood next to count Yuri and was firing on full automatic.

"Frag out!" Vladimir screamed as he fired the RPG into the bulk of the beast, he hurriedly pulled out a new RPG and fixed it to the launcher. "Come on you son of a bitch, die!" He screamed as he reloaded and nobody was covering him.

Taren jumps forward, swinging out another glaive, wreathed in plasma, using it to slice through the left claw, before spinning it upwards, hooking into the creature and slamming it into the ceiling, before the glaive finishes its slice through the creature, the thing falling to the ground, dead.

The creature, felled by Taren's glaive, gurgled in anguish. It tried to spray Taren with acid, but the feeble attempt only sent the pus-like liquid dribbling down its face.

"That thing's pretty big," General Drake said. "It should keep anything from getting at us from behind." But they still had to take care of the swarm ahead of them. "Mooty, how's it coming up there?" he asked.

OOC: Sorry for the shortness, consider this a BUMP.

Taren looks at Drake, "Are you any good for hand to hand? This thing is a glaive that releases a liquid that turns to plasma as it hits the edges of the electromagnetic bubble made by the glaive. Slices through anything."

IC: The death of the large insect offered a brief relief from the swarm of monsters. However, the smaller insects were still scrambling towards them, despite the death of the large beast.

Count Yuri fought off yet another dog-sized insect, deflecting its claws and severing its arms with his phase sword. The creature hissed in anger, whipping the Count's left arm with its barbed tail. He finished off the small creature, plunging his sword through the back of its head.

Count Yuri fought through the horde towards Mooty, "Our only chance is to stick together, we seem to be fighting them back, but they seem to be getting larger!" Dodging a leaping insect, the Count jumped behind some ruble, trying to think of an escape plan.

OOC: For those wondering exactly what a phase sword is, here's the info.
It is a long, sabre-like curved blade with an energy field. When a solid object comes in contact with the blade, the energy field disrupts the molecular structure of the object. The result is that the blade can easily cut through any material, ranging from solid steel and concrete to flesh and bone.

IC: The death of the large insect offered a brief relief from the swarm of monsters. However, the smaller insects were still scrambling towards them, despite the death of the large beast.

Count Yuri fought off yet another dog-sized insect, deflecting its claws and severing its arms with his phase sword. The creature hissed in anger, whipping the Count's left arm with its barbed tail. He finished off the small creature, plunging his sword through the back of its head.

Count Yuri fought through the horde towards Mooty, "Our only chance is to stick together, we seem to be fighting them back, but they seem to be getting larger!" Dodging a leaping insect, the Count jumped behind some ruble, trying to think of an escape plan.

OOC: For those wondering exactly what a phase sword is, here's the info.
It is a long, sabre-like curved blade with an energy field. When a solid object comes in contact with the blade, the energy field disrupts the molecular structure of the object. The result is that the blade can easily cut through any material, ranging from solid steel and concrete to flesh and bone.

OOC: Mine is betterer! It's made of plasmaaaaaaaaa!
IC: Taren pulls out another glaive, and presses in a small button on it, before tossing it. The canister of liquid (The stuff that becomes plasma in contact with an electromagnetic field) explodes, splashing it over the aliens. Taren just pounds on forward with the glaive, igniting the liquid with each slash, frying the creatures before his weapon slices into them. Whirling limbs slash at him, drawing black blood, instead of red.

Taren looks at Drake, "Are you any good for hand to hand? This thing is a glaive that releases a liquid that turns to plasma as it hits the edges of the electromagnetic bubble made by the glaive. Slices through anything."

"Well, it's been a while," Drake said, "but he seemed impressed." The General gestured toward the creature he had killed a few moments earlier. His hand axe was still embedded in the creature's skull. "Honestly, I don't want to get too near to those things. If they carry mutagenic bacteria, I want them dead before they get close enough for a knife-fight."

Up at the front line, Black, Frost and the others were busily holding back the oncoming wave of monsters. The two guards were running seriously low on ammunition. They employed strict fire discipline, trying to kill each creature with a minumum of shots. Unfortunately, their caution in conserving ammunition allowed the creatures to get closer than they would otherwise.
"Fall back!" Black shouted. A pack of six or seven monsters had closed in to within twenty feet. At such short range, it became more important to kill the creatures quickly than to save ammo--Black flipped his selector to full auto and hosed the creatures with the last twenty rounds in his magazine. "Empty!" he shouted, falling back before he could make sure the whole pack was dead.
Frost tried to pick up the slack as Black loaded his last magazine. He was too occupied to see one of the wounded creatures twitch, spasm, and then right itself. It lunged at him, flying over fourteen horizontal feet. If Frost hadn't sidestepped to the right, it would have collided with him, possibly burying its pincers into his gut. As it was, the creature snapped at him, slicing through his suit-jacket and missing his skin by millimeters.
Frost conked the creature on the head with the butt of his submachine gun, hoping to drive it back a foot or so. It didn't work. The creature lunged at him again, grabbing hold of his tie and pulling furiously.
Then its head exploded.
He turned to see Black nodding at him, a smoking Five-seveN pistol in his hand. The two moved back towards Drake--they no longer had enough ammunition to remain on the front lines. "Taren, is there a weapon cache nearby?" Frost asked.

[OOC]: Sorry for not posting for so long, my internet was totally screwed up for a while.

IC: "Ok, time for my last trick!"
Jant pulled the second handgun from his jacket, along with a long barrel.
The grip of the second handgun folded out to reveal a hole in the bottom of it. Attaching the first handgun's barrel to the hole in the second, and then attaching the extra barrel to the front of the second hangun's barrel, transforming the whole device into a rifle.

Jant put the device up to shoulder height, bracing it against his shoulder with the butt of the first gun, and using the trigger of the second. He knelt down, aiming the rifle at the creatures. Holding down the charge button, and looking along the length of the gun, the familiar whine started.

Jant quickly shouted "LOOK AWAY! DON'T LOOK AT THE POINT OF IMPACT!"
The whine went on 5 seconds before the beam of light, now red, lanced towards the group, striking the ground at the feet/claws/paws of the closest creature that hadn't lunged yet.

Jant closed his eyes, and was unable to see the effect, but he had already seen it before when he was testing it. Unfortunately, seeing it had nearly blinded him, so at least now he knew to close his eyes, although even through his eyelids the bright glow could be seen.

At the point of impact, the ground started to bubble and glow, the glow intensifying to such a point where looking at it was equal to looking at a minature sun. The bubbling increased, until a whine, lower pitched than that of the gun, quickly rose, before the point where the blast had hit simply exploded, vaporising everything within 5 metres, but doing little damage to the corridor itself.

Flipping a switch on the barrel, Jant started hosing the creatures that were too far away to be hit with the blast with smaller blasts.

"My ammo pack is probably going to outlive me, but the gun is going to overheat soon! We need to find a way to drive these things off for a while!"

Taren squinted forward, "Well, in above ten feet the corridor ends and... yeah, there's another cache there." Taren pulled out a handle-ful of pen-sized cylinders. "Here, take these. One-shot hornet homing rockets. Won't do much, but it'll get you to the next room at least." Taren switched the glaive off and slid it into his trenchcoat, swinging his DSHR-34 forward, releasing five-round bursts of 11mm ammo at the things. The triangle on the top was flipped forward, as a rocket to the end of the hall blasted some of the creatures into the air, and they soon found themselves pegged by the heavy rounds. "If you guys can cover me, I can do a quick barrel and spring conversion on my pistols to armor-piercing .20 rounds."

OOC: I forget, what does a P-90 take again? I saw it today on FFM, but I have a bad memory.

As Count Yuri considered the several possible points of escape. The room that they had been cornered in had several halls leading out to the base. The insect horde seemed to be coming mostly from one direction. He remebered that he had been transporting a prototype plasma bullet to deliver here for testing.

"This is as good a test as any," the Count said to himself. Loading the bullet, which looked rather ordinary, he stood and took aim. Carefully aiming at a support beam in the beast infested corridor, he pulled the trigger. A split second later, the bullet passed out of the barrel, the air igniting the plasma shell on contact. The bullet became enveloped in bright green plasma, passing through a charging insect reducing it to ash. Upon impact with the ceiling, it exploded, collapsing the hall and melting the concrete into a solid mass, blocking the insect's path.

Calling to the others, Count Yuri shouted "That should give us a little time! If anyone has a good idea for how to get out, now's a good time to tell us, that won't hold for ever."

OOC: The REST of us were in the hall already.

IC/OOC: Jant and Marenus lay on the floor underneath the rubble, as they gasped their last breaths, Jant said "Stupid super bullet!"

IC/OOC: Jant and Marenus lay on the floor underneath the rubble, as they gasped their last breaths, Jant said "Stupid super bullet!"
OOC: I think we'll ignore that, unless he was trying to kill you guys. But I'll find a way to wiggle out of it. Since I'm cool, and a demon, and that was kind of stupid.

OOC: Don't worry, that was just to help highlight the slight problem with destroying the hallway (E.g. Us being in it)
Basically, should we either assume it simply didn't happen, or that we're now alive, but trapped under a ton of rubble?

OOC: Don't worry, that was just to help highlight the slight problem with destroying the hallway (E.g. Us being in it)
Basically, should we either assume it simply didn't happen, or that we're now alive, but trapped under a ton of rubble?
OOC: It didn't happen. Anyway, he needs to save the bullet. Because if he has more than three, I'll have to kill him. Taren only has two more tricks up his sleeve, one was already told in his blood being infectious, almost like the creatures, and the other is an extended version of him getting huge teeth and claws. It's a demon perk.

OOC: Sorry about that, I had been writing that post before you ran into the hallway. We can just ignore that the Count fired that bullet. As such, no one is under rubble, and the hallway is still open. I wasn't trying to kill you guys. Also, Count Yuri only carries one of those bullets, as it is a prototype.

IC: Seeing that the rest of the other people had run into the hallway he was about to destroy, Count Yuri unloaded the plasma bullet and put it back in its protective case. Following Taren, he ran into the hallway.

OOC: The bad post is deleted.

Wiping out the last of the creatures with his rifle, before walking into the empty room, waving everyone else in, closing the door after him and locking it. "I'm going to barricade the three doors, but we don't really need it, because of THIS." He walks over to a control panel and taps a button and the vision screens showing outside the doors reveals a series of doors slamming downwards, and motion sensors flicking out across the halls. "They're completely booby trapped, with automated cannons, etc. Each door is extremely tough, made of depleted uranium and fused diamonds. And before you ask why, look at the tanks." Taren waves his hand to a tank filled with blue liquid and what looks like a slightly modified version of the attacking creatures. There are ten tanks, it looks like, all with an unstirring creature in them.

OOC: A P90 (http://www.remtek.com/arms/fn/p90/index.htm) takes 5.7x28mm ammunition (http://www.remtek.com/arms/fn/p90/ammo/index.htm).

IC: "Jesus," the General murmured.
"Are those things alive?" Frost asked, eyeing the tanks warily.
"Is this where they were created?" Black asked.

Count Yuri walked over to the screen. "Ugh! Just when I thought they couldn't get any uglier. So Taren, what's the news on these vile creatures?"

OOC: Once again, I must go to bed. Take good care of the Count while I'm gone. :rolleyes:

"Hey, like Frost said, are those things actually alive?"
Jant continued peering at the creatures in the tanks, when suddenly a thought seemed to pass across his face.
"I know this may sound stupid, but if those things are alive...well, you said how you would eventually use them as weapons. Is it possible to make these things do something? To be exact, is there any way to get them to fight the other ones of them away for us?"

"Two questions Taren," Count Yuri said, "One, how many of these creatures did you actually create? Two, is it possible to control them?".

OOC: Sorry for the shortness of the post. Consider it a BUMP, as this thread seems to be about to die.

OOC: Ack, sorry. I actually slept last night :D.
IC: Well, these... we shouldn't refer to as weapons. That's a hologram I ordered placed on these containers." Taren taps a button, and the containers began to glow, before revealing creatures, still bug-like, but with two arms, two legs, and complete smooth facial features. The tail remained, however, as a tribute to its species. "The completed project. We only have the ten, but they'll make up for it. They're much, much smarter. And I don't care what you think, treat them as equals. Understand? We created them to be so. I ordered the hologram specifically to confuse them. They're too alike in smell and DNA structure to tell the difference, and the eyes on those things aren't great. These guys, however, have great senses. Oh, and I have two caches here. One for each species, ey?" Walking back to the control panel he stoops down and pulls off the long front panel, presses something inside, and racks of weaponry slide out from the wall of the door they came through, as Taren snaps the cover back on. We walks over to the rack and pulls a specific grenade from a specific rack, and all across the racks wires break, and across the opposing wall, more racks reveal themselves. "That grenade revealed the racks, and snipped all the wired connected to the 250 grenade pins in that rack. Nice, eh?" Taren walks to the panel again, and begins tapping buttons, putting a few more touches on the creatures before he takes them out.

The blue liquid in the tanks begin to bubble as the level lowers, the creatures slowly settling on their feet, as the eyes snap open...

"Equals, huh?" General Drake said to himself. He was fairly weirded out by the concept.
The sudden plethora of weapons took his attention, though. "It's like Christmas come early," he said, excitedly picking out a USAS-12 combat shotgun and several drum magazines. He noted approvingly that they were loaded with QB-8 light-armor-piercing shells.
Black and Frost each loaded up with P90 magazines. "General, you're gonna have to hold on to the speed-loaders for your revolver," Frost said, handing over several cylinders' worth of ammunition. Black did the same.
"Almost forgot about those," the General said. He quickly reloaded his magnum, dropping the empty speed-loader on the ground.
"Alright, we seem pretty well stocked--are those AT-4s?" Black said, heading over toward a far corner of the room. In the confines of the underground, such a weapon could be almost as dangerous to the user as to the creatures; on the other hand, its warhead could penetrate 40mm of homogenous steel armor, and could probably take out one of the larger creatures in a single shot. He looked over at Taren imploringly.

"I don't care what the hell these things are. I'm sure as hell not gonna trust 'em. If they're related to those things out there, then i'm sure as hell not going to trust them without some sort of proof that they aint gonna just turn on us. Basically, i'm gonna keep one eye out for them. They even think about turning on us, i'm gonna fucking vaporise them."

Jant turned away from the creations and walked to one of the gun racks.
"You got anything that's effective against the smaller creatures? At the moment, my gun is the equivalent of a tank against a fucking daisy. Hell, anything useful against these new ones is helpful too."

OOC: As long as these things don't turn on us, I won't turn on them. But while Marenus is pretty much a coward and will just run if they do, expect Jant to go down fighting.