Parlim
29-01-2005, 16:40
Residential/Government Station One, Formerly Port Hope
The Sewer Tunnels
The splash of footsteps in waste and gunfire echoed throughout the tunnels. Several people dressed in tattered Marine uniforms sprinted pass, in close pursuit by a gang of Civil Protection officers.
The marines fired blindly at the police behind them, to no avail. The low-caliber bullets of their pistols had no effect on the spider-silk/kevlar body armor of the Civil Protection squad. Instead, it had the opposite effect, causing the irritation of the CP Officers to increase.. First they had to chase a group of militants through the sewers, and now they were getting shot at? Intolerable. They responded the way they did best- by shooting back.
The runners bowed slightly to avoid the incoming SMG rounds, ducking out of that tunnel and into another one. They ran faster, and though it appeared as if they were running randomly between sewer pipes, they knew exactly where they were going. The CP Officers, didn't, and got lost in the (literal) bowels in the city.
Without the extra incentive to run faster provided by Civil Protection, the ex-marines slowed to a jog, then, as they reached their destination, stopped completely. Their destination turned out to be a dead end, containing nothing but a large pipe and a pressure valve. The leader turned the valve twice to the right, then four times to the left. They heard a bolt slide into place, and on the opposite side of the tunnel, a keypad and an optical scanner extended from a hidden panel. The same marine that had turned the valve inputted a code into the keypad, and took off her helmet.
Long blond hair fell out from inside the helmet, which she placed at her side and peered into the optical scanner. As she waited for the old machine to verify that she was who she was, she shifted slightly, and the name painted on her armor's chestplate shew. Anna Maverick, the daughter of Jackson Maverick, former President of Parlim, and wife of William Cloudshore, former Admiral of the Fleet, who had been assassinated not long after he was elected to President about a year ago.
The opitcal scanner clicked and beeped affirmatively, and along with the keypad, descended back into the wall. Above them, a hatch (that, like, the keypad, had been earlier hidden), swung open, and a ladder clinked down. They climbed up into the headquarters of the resistance.
A lot had happened in the year since former special police commander Quinton Harpool took power after President Cloudshore's assassination. The country had taken a huge turn for the worse, civil and political freedoms dissappeared completely from Parlim, which had previously been reknowned for them. The Navy, which included every branch of the armed forces had been officially disbanded (as the Navy was very loyal to Cloudshore), and the Special Police (now renamed the “Civil Protection Service”) took over all military and police work.
Things were brutal for the citizens. The CP often imprisoned, killed, or raided people's houses for no good reason. Just saying one negative word about Administrator Harpool could get you publically executed. The only good thing to be said was that the economy was booming, but noone had much money anyway, so it didn't affect them. In fact, the only group of people not drastically affected were the rich (mostly because they were all in Harpool's pocket). However, there were a few wealthy families that didn't, and they secretly supported the resistance movement (which mainly consisted of former Marines, Police, and Government staff), providing them with weapons and a shelter, while at the same time pretending to fit into Harpool's elite circle.
This base happened to be a private storage area belonging to a man especially close (supposedly) to Harpool, and one of the few places in the entire city that didn't have cameras or surviellance equipment of any kind watching it. It was perfect for the resistance to operate out of.
Anna and her comrades stepped out of the sewer pipe and into the base, closing the hatch behind them. Even though this place wasn't watched, they still had to have a decent cover, so to the casual onlooker, it looked a lot like a big junk heap. They walked towards a large freighter, which was cramped into the space, on top of a large pile of junk. Anna went through another security scan, and then stepped into the true base of the resistance.
The Sewer Tunnels
The splash of footsteps in waste and gunfire echoed throughout the tunnels. Several people dressed in tattered Marine uniforms sprinted pass, in close pursuit by a gang of Civil Protection officers.
The marines fired blindly at the police behind them, to no avail. The low-caliber bullets of their pistols had no effect on the spider-silk/kevlar body armor of the Civil Protection squad. Instead, it had the opposite effect, causing the irritation of the CP Officers to increase.. First they had to chase a group of militants through the sewers, and now they were getting shot at? Intolerable. They responded the way they did best- by shooting back.
The runners bowed slightly to avoid the incoming SMG rounds, ducking out of that tunnel and into another one. They ran faster, and though it appeared as if they were running randomly between sewer pipes, they knew exactly where they were going. The CP Officers, didn't, and got lost in the (literal) bowels in the city.
Without the extra incentive to run faster provided by Civil Protection, the ex-marines slowed to a jog, then, as they reached their destination, stopped completely. Their destination turned out to be a dead end, containing nothing but a large pipe and a pressure valve. The leader turned the valve twice to the right, then four times to the left. They heard a bolt slide into place, and on the opposite side of the tunnel, a keypad and an optical scanner extended from a hidden panel. The same marine that had turned the valve inputted a code into the keypad, and took off her helmet.
Long blond hair fell out from inside the helmet, which she placed at her side and peered into the optical scanner. As she waited for the old machine to verify that she was who she was, she shifted slightly, and the name painted on her armor's chestplate shew. Anna Maverick, the daughter of Jackson Maverick, former President of Parlim, and wife of William Cloudshore, former Admiral of the Fleet, who had been assassinated not long after he was elected to President about a year ago.
The opitcal scanner clicked and beeped affirmatively, and along with the keypad, descended back into the wall. Above them, a hatch (that, like, the keypad, had been earlier hidden), swung open, and a ladder clinked down. They climbed up into the headquarters of the resistance.
A lot had happened in the year since former special police commander Quinton Harpool took power after President Cloudshore's assassination. The country had taken a huge turn for the worse, civil and political freedoms dissappeared completely from Parlim, which had previously been reknowned for them. The Navy, which included every branch of the armed forces had been officially disbanded (as the Navy was very loyal to Cloudshore), and the Special Police (now renamed the “Civil Protection Service”) took over all military and police work.
Things were brutal for the citizens. The CP often imprisoned, killed, or raided people's houses for no good reason. Just saying one negative word about Administrator Harpool could get you publically executed. The only good thing to be said was that the economy was booming, but noone had much money anyway, so it didn't affect them. In fact, the only group of people not drastically affected were the rich (mostly because they were all in Harpool's pocket). However, there were a few wealthy families that didn't, and they secretly supported the resistance movement (which mainly consisted of former Marines, Police, and Government staff), providing them with weapons and a shelter, while at the same time pretending to fit into Harpool's elite circle.
This base happened to be a private storage area belonging to a man especially close (supposedly) to Harpool, and one of the few places in the entire city that didn't have cameras or surviellance equipment of any kind watching it. It was perfect for the resistance to operate out of.
Anna and her comrades stepped out of the sewer pipe and into the base, closing the hatch behind them. Even though this place wasn't watched, they still had to have a decent cover, so to the casual onlooker, it looked a lot like a big junk heap. They walked towards a large freighter, which was cramped into the space, on top of a large pile of junk. Anna went through another security scan, and then stepped into the true base of the resistance.