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Her chest hurt, her legs heavy like lead weights had been attached to them. But she dare not stop running. The darkened, lightless hall seemed vast, like it could go on forever. Behind her, things stirred in the dark, giving chase to the catgirl.

Twisting her body, the blue haired catgirl aimed back the way she had come, firing her .44 Revolver randomly behind her. Once, twice, three shots, then the revolver clicked epmty. Cursing as she spun out the empty casings, she nearly ran head first into a closed door, the end of the hallway on this particular level reached. Panic overcame her for a moment, then her instincts kicked in. She grasped the handle tot he door, and pulled it opened, leaping through before spinning around and slamming it shut.

"Lock door, lock door." Her shakey hands fumbled for the switch to lock the door, found it and firmly pressed it. With a satisfying click, the bolt slid into place. Backing away from the door, the blue haired catgirl spun, her pistol at the ready, even though it was still empty.

The room was deserted. Long unused computer terminals sat upon tables lining the walls. Machines of various sorts stood within the center of the room. All looked like means of communication.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the Neko approached one of the terminals, and clicked a button on the front. With a hum, the communication terminal buzzed to life. Glacning around, she spied a camera, and hurredly connected it to the terminal. A small light flashed on under the Camera's lens. She cleared her throat, staring into the Lens.

The screen flickers on, showing the catgirl what she's sending. Her small, round face is sweaty, streaks of what looks like oil smeared on one of her cheeks. Her clothes, denim jeans worn low on her hips, coupled with a torn blue tank top, were extremely dirty, and have what looks like dried blood splatetred on them.

There's not much in the background, there's very little light, so much of it is just inky darkness. The catgirl takes a deep breath, then speaks.

"My name is Laura Sinclair. Oh, Goddess Cori, please let this get to as many people as possible! I am an EHAV Approved Gnufasurian. I am trapped in an underground facility in the north-most region of my nation." She rattled off the exact co-ordinates of the facility. "Five days ago I took a job from a Gnufasurian in Caetidc Myeluc to explore this place. I had help. Another EHAV member had applied to go... Well, we went together into this place..." She gets a far away look in her eyes as she remembers the other merc.
"But, he died the day before yesterday. Killed by these... THINGS. I can't describe them. They're like some sort of scienctific experimant gone nightmareishly wrong... We released them. It's all our fault! I'm all alone now. I can't go back up the way I came down. And these things... They multiply like nothing I can describe, like they're rabbits on a mission! Don't come to this place. It's a death trap. Only death waits here now."

She let out a sigh, turning her head to glance about herself. "I'm running low on ammo, and I haven't slept since I came here." She is interupted by a loud banging sound in the background, like something trying to breakdown a metal door. The banging sounds continue throughout. "They're comming for me now. I'm going to see if I can't somehow get out of here. But...'" Tears start welling up in her eyes, her feline ears drooping low as a single tear rolls down her cheek. "Things look grim. I'm scared, and so tired. So very very tired..."

With a flick of her wrist, she turns off the terminal, ending the transmission. Slamming a speeder loader into her revolver and tearing it away, she mentally counts how many speed loaders she has left, then sets off to see if she can find another way out of this room, before the door gives way...


((OOC: Okay, ideally those who are in this RP will make their first post, showing how their characters received the message, how they react. Second post should show them arriving at the facility in Gnufasur's Artic Region. Umh, please reserve OOC comments to the OOC Thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=390443), okay? Well, here goes nothing. :D))

Sean O'Reilly was in the nearby countryside, cold, tired, wet. He had a G3, and a portable TV, lots of SEMTEX and an M79 w/ Grenades. He had gotten into the Gnagurian countryside by getting onshore via a raft, and spending six days in hell, avoding the police and trying to eat bugs and hunt game. Not a fun time.

Right now, he was sitting in a tent. He began picking up a faint signal on his TV, he soon adjusted it to take it in better.

He saw the horror. This girl, who looked like the stereotypical catgirls of Anime lore, peladed for his aid. Nevermind the fact she was pretty, something in him told him to free this girl. Some sense of human decency.

And probably the fact that the facility he was near, he was toild to investigate anyway. He picked up his gun, cocked it, and said,referring to her captors: "Me and Liam (referring to his gun), we're gonna f**k you up."

Severino paced along the cold northlands; looking out across the barren arctic wastes. He had been on primary recon in this desolate country; when he had recieved the signal; and had been intrigued; not be the girl...Not by her plight...But by what hunted her.

"A biological weapon perhaps? Or a derivative of Tyranids...Either way; something that could serve the Imperium. A fine prize; it would earn me praise from my Emperor." He chuckled. "The girl shall be saved; if only for her account and anything we can garner from her....But first...We shall see" Again he laughed. His fractured mind saw clearly now...An opportunity presenting itself

A routine recon mission for the new continent ended in horror. They had went off-course and crashed in the Northern Glacier of Gnufasur. Everyone but him had died in the crash but him. He listened in on the radio and heard the plea of a woman. Good. There was life on this god-forsaken lump of ice. Maybe not very friendly life, but life all the same. He picked up the microphone and responded,
"Hello, my name is Johnathan Gallows. I'm a Green Sun soldier. I was on a routine Recon mission, but we went off-course and crashed. This radio's about dead, so please reply quickly. I can come and help you get out, but I need to know where you are. There's plenty of weapons at the Helicopter crash, so hopefully I'l be able to fight my way in. Please respond ASAP."
He searched through the wreakage after his message outward and found an M-16 with an attatched grenade launcher, an XM8 Compact rifle, some grenades, and ammo that hadn't already fired out of their cartrages. The rations were fried. In his survival pack he had a global map and a compass, but the map was burnt. He could use the compass, at least. He gathered these things and headed west, which was his best guess on where it would be since there were no nations brave enough to actually check out the west coast of the glacier.

((Bump))

A massive, cargo plane flew over th Northern Glacier, cutting right over the hidden laboratory.

"Dah du tnub!" The pilot announced over the PA system.

"Mecdah ib myteac! E fyhd drec nih po dra puugc. Cdyo dukadran, fydlr aylr udranc pylg, yht fa'mm ymm kad ui uv drec ymeja." One of the eleven Artic Camo suited Neko soliders barked, obviously the Sergeant of this squad.

"Veja! Vuin! Drnaa! Dfu! Uha!" The pilot counted down, his voice crisp and clipped.

"Ku ku ku!" The Sergeant shouted as the rear of the cargo plane dropped open, and the assembled squad dived out, one after the other. The last to go, the Sergeant made sure the Portable Generator went first, and followed it immediately. He pulled his chute, and floated gracefully down to the drop zone.

The squad quickly fell upon the bunker, a white tarp blanketed over it to make it nearly impossible to see. They entered the bunker, securing the top most facility. A team of three hooked up the Portable Generator to the bunker, and switched it on, supply power to the Facility. "Ed'c ymm nayto!" One of the Nekos anounced as the Generator hummed to life.

"Ymnekrd sah. Rico, Jun, oui dyga dyga buehd. Fa'na kuehk tufh...." The Sergeant said, standing in front of a pair of elevator doors. He thumbed the call button, and the car came...


((OOC: Okay. You can post your arrivals at the Bunker now. :D))

O'Reilly arrived at the bunker, having arrived in the Gnafusrian Arctic via a hijacked Piper Cub. He remebered how he did it, he sneaked to an airport where flying lessons were held, killed an instructor, took an airplane with a student in it, shoved him out, and flew stright on to morning.

As he flew over the area, he saw the troops. He decided to make a big entrance.

He circled once over them and, on the second pass, climbed to the safest possible altitude for parachute use, got a parachute and his gear, and lept out.

Five minutes later, he landed softly on the ground as his plane crashed nearby. He walked a bit closer, pulled out his M79, loaded a WP grenade, and taking care not to hit the portable generator they had brought, he fired a grenade at them.

((Johnny's going to arrive a bit earlier than the Neko team, alright? Adds to the suspense and stuff.))
Johnathon stumbled apon a building. Obviously a bunker of some kind. He looked around and saw the door was locked. There was nobody else here he could see. He raised his M-16 and shot the lock off and walked down the stairs. He closed the door behind him. As he walked down the hall, it became increasingly dark. He stumbled apon an opened body. There was a flashlight next to the dead man. He picked it up and switched it on. It worked. He scanned the area, looking for one of those things. He walked down the hall and came across two doors. He opened one and as he did, he stepped back. A little buglike creature jumped out. Johnathon dodged to the side and pumped it full of bullets. Whoever this lady was, she was in some deep shit.

((OOC: Please see the OOC Thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8079944&postcount=14), everyone, for important, RP issues.))

The elevator doors opened, the car inside was empty, and devoid of anything threatening. "Ugyo, mad'c suja." The Sergeant said, and stepped through with the two Nekos he had pointed out for Point Duty.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a grenade bounced into the room. "KNAHYTA!" One of the Commandos shouted, just as it exploded directly in front of him, the blast incinerating most of his body instantly. Immediately, the other six Commandos dropped to one knee, and began to return fire in the direction the Grenade came from, their Combat Rifles firing in bursts of five shots.

"Vymm pylg! Kad eh rana huf!" The Sergeant ordered, and the remaining team filed into the Elevator, the Neko jamming his finger on the 'Close Door' button. The doors slid shut without fault. Then, Elevator Music (http://premium1.uploadit.org/BetaVerisonX//watsuki.mid) began to play. One of the Commandos groaned. "Ugh! E ymsucd banvan fruajan drnaf dryd knahyta." He whined softly.

"Cduf ed, Jenkins. Fa fana lyikrd fedr uin byhdc tufh. Cysa Bmyh. Hudrehk'c tevvanahd." The Sergeant rebutted his man, pressing the elevator button marked '6,' the last button. The car began to descend...

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Enter Johnathon

The door to the room he found the bug creature in was empty, everything looted long ago. Turning around, he tried the other door, and it lead to a stairwell. Since the Elevator wasn't working, he'd have to hike it down...

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Enter Severino

He nears the Bunker, and finds that others have been here already. A series of individual tracks lead from the snow into the bunker, one older then the rest, and one that was very fresh, no more then ten minutes old...

((OOC: I'll let you decide if you run into RALM's O'Reily, or not. Remember, Teamwork will ensure greater survivalbility. :D))

Having been just recently recived a manditory leave of absance James had decided to go on a artic expedition and survival mission in hostil territory to hone and maintain his skills. Having just set camp and deciding to listen to the radio he heard

"I am trapped in an underground facility in the north-most region of my nation." She rattled off the exact co-ordinates of the facility. "Killed by these... THINGS. I can't describe them. They're like some sort of scienctific experimant gone nightmareishly wrong... We released them. It's all our fault! I'm all alone now. I can't go back up the way I came down. And these things... They multiply like nothing I can describe, like they're rabbits on a mission! Don't come to this place. It's a death trap. Only death waits here now."

In an intrest to help but primarily for the combat he, grabbed his gravgun and monomachete, got on his TriBike and raced to the compound.

((OOC: I'll let you decide if you run into RALM's O'Reily, or not. Remember, Teamwork will ensure greater survivalbility. :D))

OOC: Well, don't worry, I'll be quite cooperative.

IC:

Sean, after firing back at the commandos, said, "Damn."

He got up and examined the scene. He made a mess with those WP grenades and the shots, but he didn't do too much damage.

He then decided to call the elevator. Arming his G3, he called it and then ran to the side.

It came back, and dinged, revealing a very chewed up Neko commando. His face was nothing more than a bloody mess at this point, his gun, gone. His comrades were missing, presumably, Sean guessed, they were taken by whatever demons lurked in the bowels of the facility below.

He then decided to go elsewhere. Something told him that it would be way too much of a risk to take that way in.

He then walked around until he found a side entrance. It was locked, so he found the lock and shot it open. Stepping in, the smell was unbearable, the place was dim. He then put on his NVG's, and taped a Maglite onto his G3, it would be a long way down.....

James roared up on his bike. Seeing the compound he hit park. Grabbing his armoured vest, his g-gun and monomachete he walked toward the door. As he neared the door he saw the blown in door and what looked like a firefight he armed the g-gun and went hunting for the girl and the beasties.