NationStates Jolt Archive

Augusta Biological Research Center,Augusta, Northern Territories, SCT

A number of black rebel detainees were strapped into steel tables facing a large display array. The screen was salt and pepper, the black and white dots scurrying across the screen.

"Doctor Albert, give me the autoinjector, if you would." said a doctor.

"Yes, sir." replied the man, handing him an autoinjector revolver with six doses of a new substance derived in the lab. It was labled as the Tierburg Strain after the last name of its creator, T-Strain for short. It was a sick, unnatural concoction of Kuru, Rabies, and a number of other psychological ailments. It was also engineered to incubate at an alarmingly fast rate. Gene Splicing at its finest.

The Doctor moved to each of the six subjects, injecting them one by one with the deadly supervirus. The needle used was then removed with a machine, sprayed with alcohol, and sent to a smelter. The rest of the injector was sterilized and stored away for further observation.

The symptoms were onset immediately. The subjects began to become tense, sweating profusely. Blood began dripping from some of their noses, and a general state of fear was onset. The fear was soon replaced with a state of frustration, then all out rage. Saliva drooled out of their mouthes as they thrashed about in their bindings, hungry for flesh.

"Turn on the screen." said the Doctor. The other man complied, flipping a switch and turining the salt and pepper display into a numerous separate sights of children playing, adults partying, and everyday people doing normal activities. The subjects began reacting wildly thrashing as hard as they could to get to the people on the screen.

"A noticable change in behavior was shown at the sight of people." recorded the doctor into a device, then switched the scene to more tense situations. Riots, beatings and urban warfare was shown, bringing out the worst in the subjects. More intense behavior was shown, and the doctor noted it.

"T-Strain is a go, and the desired effects have been noted." said the lead doctor to his assistant. "Release them into their habitat. I want to further view their behavior in a mroe free roaming environement."

"Yes, sir." replied the assistant, pressing a switch that brought the tables to an upright position. Chutes opened below the tables and the restraining straps released, dropping the six subjects fifteen feet down into the "habitat" below. The habitat was basically a 30x45 m room, filled with run-down shacks, trash, a few rusting cars, and some larger buildings, everything built to resemble a slum. It was all monitered by remote cameras and would be the proving grounds of the T-Strain.

OOC:How exactly are other nations supposed to getinvolved here? im assuming this is VERY Secret..

A few hours later...

Jajaro Alaworde awoke in a plexiglass box in the dim light of dawn, large shadows cast across what looked to him to be a slum.

"What the hell?" he said. Last thing he remembered, he was in a BLA camp when it was attacked by large armored suits. And now he was in a slum in a cage.

"What's this?" he said as he saw a large axe lying on the floor in front of him. On the axe there was a note which read:

Welcome to hell. This axe is all that stands before you and the demons out to get you. Use it well, and maybe you will survive. Act foolishly, and your life will be taken. The choice is yours.

"What the fuck is going on here..." he said. The door of the cage opened up, and he stepped out. He grabbed the axe and began to walk down one of the streets towards a large clearing in the middle of the structures. Trash was everywhere, as well as some wheeless cars sitting in the road. As he made his way towards the clearing containing a rusted bus, he began to encounter strange things. He heard glass break to his left, and turned to it, raising his axe in defense. Nothing was there. Behind him he heard trash shuffle on the floor and saw a shadow move by.

"Hey!" he yelled, swinging around. "Who's there!" No answer. He broke out into a jog, wary of the odd happenings around him. Now he heard grunts, and not knowing from who or what they came from, he broke out into a full sprint. Reaching the bus, he climbed in, and then crawled onto the roof. Out of a building, a black man, his clothes covered in mud, his face bloody and full of filth, shoved a barrel aside and looked up at Jajaro. A look of pure evil showed on his face, saliva dripping down his mouth onto his shirt. The man let out an extremely loud howl, then broke into a sprint at the bus.

"Oh, shit! What the hell is the matter with you?" shouted Jajaro. he was disturbed again by the sounds of more howls, and the sight of five more men rushing out at the bus. "Oh, hell no! No!" he shouted as the first one reached the bus and clambered on. He grabbed at Jajaro, but soon had his head calved in half by the axe. The others reached the bus, and began mounting at different positions. Jajaro swung the axe around, trying to get the crazed men away, but it was to no avail. His axe got stuck in one of the men's leg, allowing another one to jump on him and throw them off the bus. They hit the floor with a thud, the man thrashing at Jajaro's throat.

"Get off of me!" he yelled as he kicked the man off and climbed to his feet. He snatched up a bottle from the ground and broke it on the attacker's head, then slashed at his throat with it. The attack worked, but the blood spewed forth by the slashed artery hit Jajaro in the face.

"Fuck! Ah, shit!" he yelled as he stumbled away into a stack of trash, knocking it over and falling to the ground. A kicked away another attacker, but soon his head began to flare in pain. "Agh, Damnit!" he yelled as he began to lose consciousness. He felt a hand grab his arm, then a bite, but he didn't care. Everything was a daze to him, even the subsequent bites from the other four attackers on his body. He slipped into a blackout, being torn apart by the four men.

Up in the observation room, the doctor watched in delight.

"Subjects exhibiting planning abilities, teamwork and tactics, which though crude, have been shown as effective against the average person. Had the victim not been canibalized, turning would have commenced in the next three minutes. More est subjects to be imported soon."

OOC:How exactly are other nations supposed to getinvolved here? im assuming this is VERY Secret..

Eventually, one of the bastards is going to escape and begin a plague, which could possibly spread beyond my borders to Kansiov and my other neighbors, and then on to other places as well.

Eventually, one of the bastards is going to escape and begin a plague, which could possibly spread beyond my borders to Kansiov and my other neighbors, and then on to other places as well.

OOC:Ok Ill just have to watch this for a bit then...

ALA Conquers 3 Diamond mines, says Gen. Jabar

The Militamen defending these mines fought well, but after a week, they were overun by Rebels of the ALA who had superior numbers. So far 13 Kansiovian Militamen have been killed claiming about 25 Rebels. The Rebels however still recklessly continue their advance

Flogir Mine

"Sir, the Rebels are coming!"

"Prepare the defenses, hold the mine! We can't let them gain control of anymore MINES!"

The mine already was fortified with bunkers and barricades, Kansiovian Military defending along side militamen armed the defenses.

The Rebels attacked, spearheading the Assault was 2 Mi-8 Helicopters, they gunned down around 3 militarymen before getting shot down by Bofors 40mm AA guns which were placed in the mines. Behind them were waves of Rebel Troops running and gunning, "ahhhhh!!!!" they screamed as they charged.

"Fire!"

Like in scenes of the first World War, the Rebels were mowed down by Kansiovian Machine gun fire.

"They are falling back! WOOHOOO!!!"

"Don't be too happy, they will be back soon..."

I am awaiting the eventual outbreak-

Augusta Biological Research Center, Augusta, Northern Territories, SCT

Two men were in the observation room, the doctor and a high ranking mercenary officer. The lights were out, the only thing showing was the security moniters of the "habitat."

"So what exactly am I looking at, doctor?" asked the officer.

"Well, right now on screen 12 you can see the rebel is about to be let out of his cage." replied the doctor. "He has been provided with an axe for protection, but like the last one, I don't think it will do much good. Now, if you look on screens 2, 6, 11 and 18, you can see the infected subjects."

"What the hell are the ones on 18 eating?" asked the officer.

The doctor smiled in the darkness. "That, sir, is what was left of the first rebel we threw in. He was consumed before the turning could take place. Oh, hold on, the rebel is moving."

"Looks like the subjects hear him. Wait, are they...talking to each other? I thought you said these things were stupid."

"Well, mostly they are. They lack intelligence to engineer even the simplest tools, but they are able to communicate to a degree. They work as a pack, like the wild dogs in this territory. An interconnected killing machine."

"Okay, good. So now they are moving through the buildings, and setting themselves up for an attack?"

"Yes, they are. Through my observations I have noted that they are able to recognize and become familiar with their surroundings, therefore allowing them to set up traps for the poor bastards such as this guy. I'm giving him two minutes. Got a guess, Colonel?"

The officer shrugged. "The hell if I know. Wait he broke out into a sprint! He heard them!"

The doctor smiled again. "Oh, just wait. Watch screens 19 and 25, the subjects are also on the move."

"They...can run. They know this place like the backs of their hands."

"Indeed, Colonel. Like I said before, they rexognize and remember their surroundings. Here we go, they're out on the street. Oh, no, he got one."

"Oh my god! What the hell! They bit a chunk out of his chest!"

"Yes, Colonel, and now his life is over."

"But he escaped. He's on top of that building. He could definately hold them off from there, ther's one way up."

"Wait, Colonel. Watch him. Do you notice anything?"

"Well, he's sweating a lot, and he has a nosebleed, but other than that, no."

"Wait for it."

"What the hell is wrong with him? He's screaming like a madman."

The newly infected person doubles over and pukes up a nasty mix of vomit and blood.

"Holy shit! He just..."

He was cut off by the doctor. "Yes, and now, it is complete. Observe as he becomes filled with feral rage."

The two men watched as the rebel vomited again, then screamed, then made a blood curtling howl into the air.

"How many people have been victim to these creatures?" asked the Colonel.

"That was the second, but we have thirty more men ready to be tested. Now that we know it is a success, we are beginning to cultivate the virus in our breeding vats. That we, we can eventually utilize this as a feasible biological weapon."

"God help whoever suffers from this..." said the Colonel.

OOC: Well, I want to get this going, and with Waldenburgs whole Faroe deal going down I'll have the outbreak begin...somewhat.

IC: Augusta Biological Research Center, Agusta, SCT

In the habitat, trouble was brewing. While the doctors were away from the observation room, a terrible thing happened. One of thE subjects had figured out an escape. Noticing a duct, the infected man began to tug on it and noticing it come loose, wrenched it off and climbed up into it. After making his way to the surface, the infected man emerged to the chill of night on a runway. Surveying his surroundings, he noticed a plane sitting on the tarmac. A conveyor belt was loading equipment and medical supplies onto the cargo bay of the An-24, and when the armed ground crews left, the infected climbed on. Soon after, the doors shut and the plane taxied for takeoff.

Meanwhile...

"Doctor, wee have a problem." said an assistant.

"What is it?" asked the doctor sipping on some coffee.

"Subject 243A89 is no longer showing up on the moniters."

"Shit!" spat the doctor. "Sound the alarms! This facility is going to A1, now!"

"Yes sir, right away!"

The procedure began immediately. Doors and vents were were sealed, armed guards scramled to their locations, and klaxons blared. Little did any of them know, their target had already escaped on a plane bound to the arctic.

On the plane, 12 hours later near the Faroe Islands....

The pilot and co-pilot sat in the cockpit discussing the latest rugby game between the Cape Town Pirates and the Preatoria Pride when a call came in from the engineer in the back.

"Uh, Captain, we may have a stowaway on our hands." he said.

"What? How? Augusta BRC is one of the most guarded sites in the Territories." replied the pilot.

"Well, there is someone banging the door back here, and I can tell you I'm not hallucinating."

"Fine, take care of 'em."

The engineer drew his Z88 pistol and moved to the door. He swung it open, but before he could say a word or fire, the infected was on him. After being bitten three times, he shot the infected in the stomach, knocking it over momentarily, enough time to allow him to scramble into the cockpit. He swung open teh door and slammed it shut, latching it twice.

"He bit me!" he shouted clutching his wounded arm. "That wanker bit me! Christ, it fucking burns!"

"Hold on, I'll go into an approach at Faroe to get some help.
" said the Pilot. "Faroe Tower, this is Schroeder Corporation Jet 1408. Come in please! We have wounded on the plane and need desperate medical attention. I repeat, we need..." he was cut off by a growl and a bite to the shoulder from the now infected engineer. The Co-pilot, wanting nothing to do with the crazed man in the cockpit, opened the door without thinking and was immediately assaulted by the first infected guy, who slammed him into the controls and assaulted him. The plane went into a dive, hurteling towards the Faroe Islands. It leveled out and hit the beach, the cargo bay tearing open and spreaading teh medical supplies all over the beach and the water. The left wing was torn off and began to burn while the rest of the plane finally grinded to a halt. The cockpit door blew open and four infected men burst out, communicating with one another with gutteral grunts, and spotting a small town nearby with lots of noise and commotion caused by the crash, they ran towards it.

OOC that was a bit fast but okay. And on Faroe Islands, my fault I meant Jan Mayen, Futris has the Faroes.

IC

“Oh god their right outside, right outside.” Heavy breathing and the sobs of the young interspersed the loud banging and nails brutally wearing away the door.

“Veni Spiritus…” The monk could hardly finished he was heaving heavily as he pointed the rifle at the door. All old monasteries were built like a fortress and like a fortress it had a very limited amount of exits. And after the electricity had gone out hysteria had only increased. The two hundred or so people packed into tiny church wafted up a sent of fear and sweat and humanity that the beasts could not resist.

“My daughter has anyone seen…” a woman was screaming as if she had only recently come to the conclusion that her daughter was gone. Her screams did not last long as two men slapped her until her screams turned to moans.

Only four men had firearms, but a few had taken candlesticks and whatever else they found, given half hearted attempts to sharpen it and stood now bracing the door.

“These damn things are strong.” One wailed as the door pounded inward again as if hit by a wrecking ball, “they’ll be through in…” now. A bloodstain hand reached through a small crack in the door, and grabbed the mans face using it nails in one ear and ripping back through the door. Silence fell as the man, who until joining the impromptu militia formed about two hours ago, and was now thumping around like a fish out of water being held through the cap in the door.

The thump as the body fell, hitting the Spartan stone floor shook the impassive face of Jesus suspended above over the alter. Everyone stopped holding the door back to look, but not to see. There was no longer a face just a pulp of meat with two eyes starring out, no cries he was far beyond that. The monk had seen that face before, he had done many things he wasn’t proud of in the name of the Church, broken many in the name of a God that seemed far away from this frosty island.
“Fuck!” With no one on the double door they burst open sending wood splinters everywhere. A swarm of the beasts with their mad, red eyes burst through the opening grabbing necks, not discriminating against age, gender or armament. Blood soon covered the floor, leaking down into the cracks staining the men who had chosen to fight’s feet. Within minutes the rifles were not enough, twenty monsters lay dead on the floor, but more started pouring in every time there was a reprieve.


Five Days Later

“Corporal didn’t you have family here?” The landing craft skipped lightly over the black and salty sea sending up bitter waves to soak the occasional marine.”

“Yes Sarge, me grandpa the Lord Mayor. Got an aunt here to somewhere. How bout you?”

“In this shit hole? No, genetics has a lot to answer for, bread the smarts then you.” There was some contained laughter but not very much, the stern face of Captain Hartlieb was starring down in his usual stern faced manner.

“Sergeant Redford this is a military mission.” The captain mentioned demurely, “not a tea party. We are the employ of his majesty, and if his majesty employed us to have such parties my wife would be Supreme grand Field Marshall, and own a quarter of the Empire. Please Sergeant keep your own opinion until it is requested. We’re almost there, prepare for assault action.” Redford, dressed in the standard green of Waldenburg gave a lazy salute and began balling his men into position.

“Right on the dock I think ensign, thank you. ”The Captain pointed through the perpetual Artic mist towards a dock where there should have been dozens of small craft, but only a few stood moored against the severely plain jetty. The squad leapt out of the landing craft, their boots thudding against the wood.

“Sergeant take the squad to search the key, set up a perimeter and command base inside the warehouse over there.” Hartlieb never smiled, and certainly was not pleased by this situation. He had killed men in combat and that was bad, but what was worse was ambush, surprise, and treachery. “Detain anyone you find for questioning. Private Huddle radio the Magi and inform them we’ve landed. Requesting two companies to search the area.” Soldiers were scattering following the Captain’s orders. He on the other hand strode nonchalantly through his fourteen men into the harbormaster’s office. A pot of tea stood on a burner the gas blacking the underside and turning it glowing red. The captain turned of the burner and looked around the room, it like the entire island had a frontier feeling to it.

There was a desk strewn with papers and a half eaten plate of what once could have been pasta. That was the most elaborate piece of furniture in the place; the rest was a rickety tables a few chairs a radio next to an armchair placed before the cooker. And a bed a bed with a lump…the captain carefully approached his hand on his saber, his wife had done this to him many times, and he usually found the mood completely ruined by the sudden start he’d get of pulling back the sheets.

“Humor is universal,” he pulled the two pillows out from underneath the blanket, his heart beating with sledgehammer blows.

“Private Willkins, I did not tell that story for my own enjoyment!” He turned around yelling, Willkins would do this sort of thing, and found the teeth already locked on his throat a hand grabbing his mouth ad another forcing one of his knees to bend. Hartlieb’s hand was still on the saber and the draw was a fast practiced one, and the blade very sharp. With one movement he removed the hand, and brought the blade up to force the attacker back. The assailant would take no such hint and continued to bight as the Captain began sawing away at the jaw, and neck that his attacker was using to drain his blood in a rather quick manner. Eventually the captain broke something as the, and now he saw it, little girl not more then twelve, stumbled away from him, then onto the ground. She was clearly dead, her trachea was hanging and her gasps for breath eventually died along with the blood lust in her eyes.

Hartlieb tied to yell again, but he imagined his throat quite similar to that of the one now ruining that rather tasteless rug. The gentleman collapsed into the armchair holding his arm to the wound on his neck.

“Oh Bloody hell sir” Willkins dashed in and began to shout, “have you been trying to shave yourself again? In future don’t use the saber.” The captain passed out, his last view the oily and mismanaged face of the private, which in his last moments of consciousness he realized was much better then dying in the arms of his wife.

OOC More to come, have to run now. And on the zombies I'm still a bit confused is it more like The Rage or T Virus. I was thinking closer to rage with slightly more intelligence.

OOC: The T-Strain is basically Rage, except that the infected are able to communicate with one another to an extent and are able to utilize problem solving. They aren't only after humans, they'll eat pretty much any living or recently dead thing, and yes, they can run and don't suffer from fatigue after punding away at a door for hours as fast as a human would, so watch out lol. And don't worry, The vent wasn't discovered yet in the Augusta BRC so more might get out and begin a plague in my territory.

“He has received massive internal injury. Nearly lost 60% of his blood. You can see his trachea, look you can poke it a bit.”

“Doctor? Is that not detrimental to his health.”?

“It would be, but it seems the captain is invincible. Though we will have to keep him sedated for a while, the shock caused by waking up and missing half your throat really is something I’d rather not deal with. Anyway mucus keeps draining down and we should keep it clear.” The Captain blearily opened his eyes no one was looking down for fear of losing their lunches. He could hear the far away drone of doctors discussing the mutilation.

A doctor and a naval officer were at the foot of his hospital bed; he obviously had been transferred to the WIS Magi, the only ship with a hospital wing.

“You say a little girl did this? It looks slightly more appropriate for a grizzly bear or werewolf/”

“Sergeant Redford his squad swear blind by it. He even brought the body, it seems to check out, though really she would have had to be standing on a box to reach Hartlieb’s throat.”

“Ah he’s awake,” the red face of a doctor poked a jovial smile ten inches from his head. The hunger awoke in the captain and his arm reached out, pulling the doctor down to a series of feeble complaints. In ten seconds blood splattered the pillow and one RN had a hypodermic through her eye. The doctor was hardly dead though he writher on the ground, muscles convulsing as in possession.

The screams brought two crewmen who had the wisdom, or possibly cowardly intuition to seal the med bay. The doors were only plastic and would break under a little keen bashing but for now the monsters were content with rooting through drawers. Three staff were dead on the floor another 8 were in stages of metamorphosing or eating the fallen.

“Crewmen what’s this? You radioed in about the devil possessing Doctor Haj?” Another naval officer peered around the part drawn curtains into the medical ward. “Yes I see. Hmmm…. Well it’s good to see Captain Hartlieb up and about again. No, no bad taste, radio up again bring Deacon Crest I always believed him a man at home with rolling around on the floor devouring your comrades in a shower of blood.” It took some time, deacons were not used to being out of bed before twelve unless their was a highly specific fire.

“They have been like this long?” Crest asked as he fixed his color and wiped sleep from his eyes.

Captain Daniels opened his mouth, he rather enjoyed speaking with the deacon, and it gave him the one and only chance for insubordination.

“Since they arrived your worship. Captain Hartlieb, the one with half a throat, was apparently bitten by a girl on shore brought back here be helicopter. He turned rather quick like apparently, and took out the throats of the RN’s.” The crewmen doffed his hat appropriately and gave a knowing look to the captain.

“I see. Have you contacted the Bishop of Bremen, I believe he is the clerical expert on this sort of thing?” the Deacon was now peering with interest and the mutilation of the corpses, even though they were going about it all wrong, their ferocity was impressive. From the look Daniels was giving his he drew the correct assumption, “Do so at once they must be turned back to the side of good. I will do it.” The Deacon attached his hand to a scanner and stepped in accompanied only by faith and the warnings of the Captain.

“If you believe the Priests it is said that the way to heaven is on a pile of heathen skulls.” Daniels said quietly as the pale hands scratched at the plastic walls. The crewmen said nothing but took of his hat once the gibbering inarticulate babble ended.

“Arrange for a squad of marines and engineers, I want this hallway unreachable in ten minutes.” He paused the noise had stopped and when he gazed around the curtains of the room he found his head separated from the beasts by only an inch of plastic. The eyes and calculating expression that looked so out of place in such a killer did not complement the image he had of zombies, all from forty-year-old horror films. The one that used to be Hartlieb was dangling a rosary from his mutilated hands.

“Make it two squads and call the Home Office, I think we have may found the answer to Africa.” Daniels walked away slowly without turning his back, the only thing that had amazed him so far was that they had not run for the door when the Deacon passed through, two men in a hall now or a country later?

Jan Mayen Island: 2:00 PM

“Did you hear about Hartlieb? Killed by a ten year old? He was an asshole anyway.” Groups of six men had been dispatched, two from each squad, and were now patrolling the barren. It was such a confusing ordeal for the officers, hardly any signs of a struggle, except the occasional car with the window broken in, and a smashed down door here and there.

“How the hell do 16,000 people disappear?” Redford asked as he poked with his bayonet through a pile of papers in the one and only bank on the island. “No bodies, no fights, why do these things happen to me?” His squad after the demise of the captain had mostly been poking around the center street. There had been a few cases, at one point a corporal had called for help when he thought he saw movement, it had turned out to be a tree, and the corporal was issued a flogging. The squads had moved ever inward towards the spire of a church dominating the center of town.

“Sarge want some nuts?” A corporal was holding a large tin of them and passing them around. The sergeant had the difficult choice between corporal punishment and salty snack foods. “Thanks Rogers.” The sergeant popped a few in his mouth and sat down on a bench outside a bookstore. “Our shift changes in half an hour no point in getting all tired out searching for ghosts. Have a sit down.” He patted the bench and the five other men sprawled on it our leaned against a street light nearby.

“Let me tell you, if this is what twenty years of military service gets you, then stay away. I’ve been personally decorated by the undersecretary of the War Ministry, and let me tell you if this is where they send a veteran then we really need a war.” The squad nodded, they had seen the medals, six Distinguished Service Crosses, and although they approved of the looting they did not like having their throats ripped out by ten year olds.

“Bloody Hell?!” The scream increased in decibel until it was silenced by multiple pops of gunfire and finally the sudden sharp crack of a grenade.

“Perhaps we may need a war hero. Wilkins if you hand me my bayonet we will proceed to Commander Hill’s position.” The gunfire had increased and the occasional grenade was perpetuating the advance of two hundred men on a small junction between the Mayor’s manor and a business block.

“In the window!” Wilkins pointed his gun, a laser point dotting on her forehead.

“Ms. Step back, we are allowed to use deadly force step back we are under attack and we must detain you for questioning step back.” Redford screamed his rifle also rose up on the woman who starred blankly out a glass door into the street at Redford. She slowly raised her hands and walked towards the group and submitted herself to be held at a distance from Redford.

“Waldenburg has been good at imagining hells.” She whispered as the sergeant stared her up and down. “Long life to his Majesty and the Cardinal.” A burst of gunfire drowned out another sentence as three bullets penetrated her chest flying through and smashing the window she had recently been hiding behind.

“Thank God Redford, your squads the last to come in.” An anxious commander burbled as he reloaded his rifle and stared down at the body. “We’ve been issued an extermination order. There’s some sort of plague here, ten men just jumped my squad. Killed two of ours and turned another. I think they set an ambush.” The commander started to twitch and the eye and his voice took a falsetto turn. “I think they we’re waiting…somehow waiting.” Redford just sighed and waved to his squad to follow the Commander who had suddenly turned around and began jogging back to a recently erected barricade.

One bight was all it took, it could come from anybody and both would have to be killed. “Sir, three on the street.” Firing positions came naturally to the men, and they cheered as the last one fell nearly twenty feet from the squad.

“Ain’t that clever Commander.”? Sixty more smashed through the windows grabbing Wilkins and sinking their teeth into his stomach. No one had time to watch the effects of the bight, as there were ten beasts per man. Redford took down two at an equal number of feet with precise three round bursts all taking a large section of cranium with them. It was a shame three grabbed him from behind and even though he managed to stab one with the six inch bayonet, the squad was in no condition to help.

WIS Micheal

“they’re getting close up near the front!” the entire crew lined the deck of the ship. They were holding small arms and firing madly into the water accuracy thrown to the wind for speed. Waldenburg Marines swum through the hail dark faced and occasionally returning fire. An extermination order hade been given and it was being followed to the point where everything alive on the island would die.

“Admiral we have permission to bombard the key? We will leave some alive for Intelligence but we are proceeding, we have live specimens in bound for Craysheaven (Svalbard)

OOC sorry on post quality I don’t know why I’m addicted to NS to the point of staying up into the AM but it’s spreading. Mainly o the penal colonies on Svalbard for a little fun.

OOC: I couldn't tell if the Infected were using weapons or not, but if they were, then that isn't like them. Like I said before, they don't use weapons, they are just very fast, have high stamina and endurance and are keen to ambushes. Just throwin' it out to all those who will have infections later. Their mentality is also very important to know of, since it is a strike-first think later deal. If they see something move, they'll try for it.

IC: Message to the Waldenburgs

The Schroeder Corp. would like permission to send a salvage team to Jab Mayen Island where one of our Arctic-bound jets went down after mysterious circumstances. The salvage operation will be limited to the distress beacon area, located on the West end of the island on a 120 m stretch of beach. There was special equipment and medical goods on there that are urgent for the Arctic expedition, and your cooperation by allowing a team to retrieve the goods will be most appreciated.

-Armond Spee, CEO

Augusta BRC, Augusta, SCT

"So, do you think the escaped subject caused the crash?" asked a doctor.

"Unfortunately," said the lead doctor. "Yes, I do. SDI has been kind enough to supply me with satellite imagery of Jan Mayen Isle, and all normal activity has been replaced by a strong Waldenburg military presence. If the Infected managed to survive the crash, which they obviously did, it seems the rest of the island went with it."

"Do you think the Waldenburgs will investigate the supervirus?"

"No, I do not. They are a god-fearing people, and they most likely view this as some sort of satanic possession or something."

OOC Well they used a hypodermic once, but other then tearing biting ect. I'm trying to limit weapons but a few will slip through, although no rifles, grenades, or conventional weapons. I'll edit this later into a full post.

IC

Imperial Response To: Armond Spee
From: His Most Gracious Imperial Majesty Wyatt von Waldenburg

At this point in time we don't know what has happened on Jan Mayen, investigations are continuing. The Imperial Court advises caution, extreme caution and to leave the island you must have approval from the navy that there no illegal action has taken place. For the moment we can not stop you without further reports, but we advise you stay away.

Signed:
His Most Gracious Imperial Majesty Wyatt von Waldenburg IV

“I suppose the Church knows of this?”

“No sir, their legate was convinced he was capable of turning the monsters from their ‘demonic path.” Those who had survived the trip were now is an observation room, and observation room buried under twenty yards of concrete. The entire facility had been wired with explosives and marines were posted at every junction.

“What of the island’s population?”

“From reports we received before the extermination order was made, thousands of the beast were being loosed upon our soldiers, who were some what unprepared for the onslaught. We have advised the Imperial government to take a oblivious stance, which I believe they are well suited.”

Brass glittered in the scarce light provided by a few florescent tubes handing on the ceiling; this development had brought the attention of Waldenburg’s greatest military men. Fleet Admiral Terrance Ølzen was one of the very few lit and seemed to be doing most of the talking with a member of the party who preferred to lurk in the shadows, even away from reflections and the door.

“And yet we allow those corporate bastards from Africa onto our sovereign territory? I don’t like this game, especially because I don’t know the rules.”

“Admiral let me assure you it will be better for Schroeder to land and kill as many of the things as possible.” The figure in the shadows spoke in a cool voice, not commanding respect but in the confident tones that if it were not there, your house would be gone and your children missing in six minutes. “It gives us deniability, they have been massacring our civilians, if we needed a reason for war, plague and violence are the best course of action for us to follow. However it is not that I am worried about, the island is secure and Schroeder runs the greater risk, it is the possibilities to which I look.”

Ølzen laughed mirthlessly, “What could we possibly gain from this? Turn the island into a ball of glass, and kill everything in the ocean in a hundred kilometer radius, that is the way to handle infection.”

“By all means. We have what we need right here, a little blood a little prick and we will command the powers of God himself. Allow my men to run tests, find out what makes them tick, what drives them and for how long. You will not be disappointed, imagine a weapon that can destroy an enemy will leaving his infrastructure intact, and what’s more have it will only take one or two little tests.”

“Ablemier you run close to heresy, something that not even your post will protect you.”

“Admiral, you know as well as I that once we have explained my point of view to the Church they will be stripping the Cathedral’s of lead to pay for it. Please admiral they are sedated now, allow me just a few days to complete a few tests.” All figures in the roomed turned to the window to watch, the now eight, beasts slumber in the chamber provided. Gas nozzles filled the room with sedatives, some of the more human ones only getting them even madder. In the end the gas used could have taken down an elephant, it barely seemed enough as the beasts stilled trashed on their tables, straps merely seeming a formality.

“Very well but afterwards I want them dead and their bodies burned understood?” The Admiral turned, his huge girth bouncing off several chairs.”

“Wrong. They shall be moved under sedation to Svvalbard where they shall be tested as a effective combat force. The prisoners there are the dregs of humanity, and I may add under my direct control. Admiral good day I must create our Empire.


OOC Okay this is my R\D. We're doing all the tests so if you could mention what we learn and if we can create an antidote\immunity, if they can be brain washed to kill only certain people. Anything allong those lines. Then they get sent to Svvarlbard which is one huge penal colony and they are set free on the prisoners.

To the Waldenburgs

We thank you for the permission to salvage the wreck, and we assure you that we will obey the laws and regulations set forth to us.

-Armond Spee, CEO

20nm Off the Coast of Jan Mayen Isle, Waldenburg

The Battlecruiser SAS Augusta had been moving up to the island prior to the permission, since if it wasn't granted they were going to attempt a landing anyways. A large unit of GSG-17 soldiers and three Vektor APUs were loaded onto the Oryx M2 Transport Copters stationed onboard. The Oryx's lifted off and began their move to the island.

Thirty Minutes Later...

"All right, men!" shouted the Liutenant to his men. Command has notified us that these fuckers are fast, smart, and highly dangerous. Orders are shoot to kill, no matter who it is. We have three Vektors, and I think that should provide enough support during salvage ops. Any questions?"

"What exactly are the consequences of being wounded by the enemy?" asked a Sergeant.

The Liutenant sighed, then spoke. "it is a death sentance."

"Understood, sir." replied the Sergeant.

At the Crash Site

The Oryx choppers swooped over the crash site, then touched down, releasing their troops.

"Go! Go! Secure the site!" shouted the Liutenant. SpecOps poured out of the choppers and set up positions behind debris and inside the ruptured fuselage.

"Hostile forces! East!" shouted a commando pointing to a wooded hill with scores of people running down the hill.

"Defensive positions!" yelled soldiers readying their arms.

Then, to the commando's relief, a fast-beating series of cracks rung out from above, tracer rounds raking the hills. An Oryx had strafed the hill with its 23mm chain gun, pumping thousands of rounds into the infected below. After the run, it made one more pass over to check that they got them all.

"That one's on us!" cheered the pilot into teh radio to the commandos below as they flew into the distance towards the Augusta. "Good luck, Alpha."

The commandos began to take inventory of the debris and equipment strewn about on the beach. Some went into the water and retrieved the floating boxes, taking inventory and stacking them up. The APUs, equipped with massive floodlights on the shoulders, blared bright lights on the hill while engaging their motion-sensing systems to autolock the hostiles. A loud shriek was heard in the hills, and once again, a horde of infected emerged from the woods. The APUs engaged, firing their 5.6x62 mm armament at the swarm while commandos engaged with their own arms. One infected man managed to reach the commandos and jumped on one, biting at his arms and chest. One made it, piercing his wrist. He jabbed his bayonet into the man's head, then fired, splattering the contents over the ground.

"Bastard!" he shouted clutching his wrist. The Liutenant approached and looked at the wound, then looked at the commando, a private fresh from the academy.

"You know what must be done." said the Liutenant sternly. The private gulped, then stood up, set his equipment on the ground, and unloaded his handgun. He had one round in, then began his walk over to the North up the beach. After about thirty paces, he was struck down by an R7M marksman rifle to the head. A few soldiers went out to the body, tore off the tags, took his Z88 9mm, and set fire to his body.

"That is enough for one battle." said the Liutenant. "I want no mroe dead from our side. One is enough..."

Crash Site, Jan Mayan Isle

"Sir!" yelled a commando to the Liutenant. "Soldiers are coming down the hill!"

The Liutenant looked at them through his binoculars, then snatched up his marksman rifle and pointed it downrange. "Kill the fuckers!" he shouted. He wasn't taking any chances with them. Infected had been coming down hill all night, the men weren't planning on losing another man.

The soldiers began firing, along with the APUs, at the soldiers coming down the hill. It was dark, and it looked almost like they took cover behind the trees, but visibility was low and they couldn't tell.

OOC: Waldenburg, if you want this can be one of your squads, and if you choose to take them, they are in cover right now so they won't be raked by the fire. If not, they're just more fodder for the commandos.

"How the Hell do they have guns now?" A Private yelled as several rounds ripped at what used to be a tree and was now a mere plank riddled with holes.

"This is Sergeant Major Howard Grainville 9th Marine Regiment of Scarhorst, Waldenburg Imperial Pennant 133!" one of the trees yelled when there was at least a pause in the fire. It seemed to go unheard as when he tried to peer out of cover another bullet skimmed past his ear. So far only one of his men lay wounded croutched behind a rock and bleeding profusely. After the extermination order had been given Grainville's squad was one of two who had had left the tiny town on the islands north side and started searcing the surronding forests, pereched high on rocky craigs.

"Look's like our lads aren't in the mood for conversation," the Sergeant growled as he shouldered his rifle. "Return fire but don't give up your cover." eight of the squad members signalled yes by opening up with conservative bursts, picking and choosing their targets rather then spraying the area.

"Grenade out," a Private shouted as the low thump of the launcher and a white trail that only lasted about two feet zinged off into the dark. It was returned by heavier fire from what probably was a 30mm cannon although the squad heard the sound of more then just humans down there. A tree burst open next to the sergeant, a tree which sheltered his second, Corporal Glider who was cut to a bloody mound, most of his upper body was removed and his legs wobbled around for awhile before he fell back.

"Let's see our bastards, flare" One pin point of light was shot out after twenty seconds, to give the time for the squad to hide themselves as best they could. It probably wasn't wise but it was time to look death in the face. "Sergeant Major Howard Grainville 9th Marine Regiment of Scarhorst, Waldenburg Imperial Pennant 133 we are human!"

"Hold your fire!" yelled the Liutenant through his gas mask. "Cease fire! They're human!"

The soldiers stopped shoting, lowering tehir weapons while the three APUs disarmed their guns and lowered them to their sides.

"Ay!" yelled a Sergeant, "Come over here!"

"And keep your weapons and arms in the air!" shouted the Liutenant. "No funny stuff!"

Most of the soldiers were ready to fire if necessary with some medics attending to a few wounded men who were hit in the exchange.

The squad meandered out of their cover and down the hill slipping on the occasional rock. They complied with the command, and their rifles were kept above their heads, they were for the most part out of ammo anyway.

Once they were within twenty feet of each other the uniforms became apparent.

"Who the hell are you?" The Sergeant asked amazidly. "You aren't Waldenburger," he caught the officers insignia, "sir. There's been an outbreak of something...we were sent here to figure it out. We've lost most of the regiment. How do you get here, and why?"

"I am Liutenant Leopold Retekker," said the Liutenant. "And I am the leader of this GSG-17 unit." he waved his arm in a sideways arch, pointing at all of the soldiers. Their insignias were of skull and crossbones, and their ceramic armor and gas masks covered most of their personal features. "This airplane behind me belongs to my superiors. All of the equipment strewn about is also ours. This outbreak is an, accident, that is all I am allowed to say."

"Superiors? All your allowed to say? Are you, whoever you are, responsible for this? Nearly 800 of my marines are dead the enitre town was just shelled because of the outbreak. You better be spilling your guts or I will make a start of it." The Sergeant drew a long thin bladed knife from his command sash. "What are you doing here, who are you," he said slowly as the squad raised their rifles with him. The sergeat was still at least six feet away from the lieutenant, couldn't do any harm, but he culd feel the rifles pointed at him.

"The entire town is filled with those zombie, devil things. In any case were stuck here now the Navy'll be burning anything that leaves this place. They shot our regiment right out of the water, I doubt they will hesitate to shoot you. We can die here at each others hands or die out on the ocean, but I'd like to you why."

The Liutenant wasn't phased by the guns aimed at him. "I can say that I, personally, am not responsible, nor are any of my men. And, unlike your men, I have a safe way out." The rest of the commandos had raised their rifles and the APUs had raised their heavy arms, waiting for the first shot to be fired. "We came here for a salvage mission. This plane contained special medical equipment being sent to an Arctic expedition when it crashed due to unknown circumstances. There are helicopters coming to get us soon, and then it's off to the Augusta with the equipment."

The low thumping of helicopter blades was heard over the water, piercing the dawn light with its murmur.

"And that is our ride."

"Lieutenant...at least 16,000 people are dead or raging monsters. And you plan to leave... An extermination order has been given, loathed as I am to it you will not leave this island." Grainville stopped he was panting, and the knife trembled in his hand. "You killed them all you bastard, and now I now your name. Since I'm not leaving this place and you are we shall both meet in hell shortly where I have no doubt thousands will be as eager as I am to hear your story. Now sir I will take my leave, for I would rather die here then on your ship by a Waldenburger missile." The sergeant waved to his squad who took it on faith it was ok to turn their backs in many heavily armed men.

"Private Oyi," the Sergeant began to whisper after only ten feet, "Radio the navy and tell them about our little interloper."

"Sarge, this Islands locked down if they're here it's becasue they can be. They must know something about this disease, and looking by the size of those APU's they weren't worried about us. Blünderburg probably brought them out to cover this up."

In the darkness the private almost heard the mental struggle in his superiors head, "Then radio the Holy Church and damn the extermination order it's time some bastards pay."

OOC I edited the post on the last page, I am doing a little reserch.

OOC: Well, for your R/D, an antidote or immunity will be very far in the distance since even at Augusta BRC, the lab that created the virus, the fact that it worked to their standards is still amazing to them. It is supposed to be the perfect bilogical weapon, a gene-spliced ungodly mixture of the worst of several diseases. As for taming, I guess it could be done, but these things are pretty much feral humans so learning and orders are very complex for them, even if it is "go to the corner when I snap my fingers" or something. And by the way, if you were wondering, they aren't like zombies who need a headshot to kill, anything that can kill a person can kill them, the difference being that due to their use of the feral part of the human brain, certain degrees of wounds capable of immediately dispatching a person slow them down, only killing them once the adrenaline is stopped pumping.

IC: Six helicopters, four Oryx M2 transports and two AH-2 Rooivalk attack helicopters swooped overhead, the Oryx's landing on the ground while the Rooivalks maintained cover overhead.

"if you would excuse me, Sergeant, my men and I must depart." said the Liutenant. "We will comply with your Admiral's orders, but we aren't planning on getting shot down any time soon. Auf Wiedersehen!"

The commandos began to board the choppers when a radio signal came from the Rooivalks.

"We have a large number of hostiles on approach from the hills." said the pilot. "Do we engage?"

"Yeah," said the Liutenant. He turned out the door of the Oryx and looked at the Sergeant. "This one's on us." he said as the helicopter began to lift off. A swarm of infected began to pour over the hill towards the Waldenburger Marines, but their advance was cut short by a swarm of 30mm cannon, 14.7mm MG and assault rifle rounds along with FFAR rockets, decimating what was left of the hillside along with the crazed feral humans with it. The Rooivalks made one more pass to make sure tehy hit them all, then began to depart, waving one last time to the awestruck marines on the beach.

OOC Thought as much, but we'll still make the effort. I did watch the 28 movies although couldn't stand the music so didn't catch much of it all, accept the heads being sheered off by the helicopter.

IC'

"Why do they have to keep shooting at us?" A private asked once the bullets had died away. Huge holes were visable even in some of the rocks where the diminshed squad had thrown themselves to the ground. Admittedly they would have walked right into the beasts if they had proccedded but even so...

"Swish bastard!" The Sergeant yelled up at the dissapearing craft as his squad spread out into cover flanking positions along a line of rocks. There was one short burst as a marine picked off one that had saved about 3\4 of it's body behind a tree. "Dead sir about thirty of them. Shall we proceed into the town and try to take the town hall? They had sattelite phones in there and we could easily get a call through."

"No," The Sergeant said slowly, "Radio the WIS Covenant, they have a Deacon onboard. He'll be able to relay the message to the Bishop of Groddenburg. It's not something I enjoy doing, but maybe the priests can stop this. That hill up there should do." The squad trudge along, every so often their feet would slip in the dark and the rest of the men would go into defensive huddles. It was slow progress and the reward was hardly to be anything, but as soldiers.

"This is Sergeant Major Howard Grainville 9th Marine Regiment of Scarhorst, Waldenburg Imperial Pennant 133. Commanding the remnaints of an Imperial Marine Force sent to Jan Mayen Island to ascertain the silence of it's citizens. we have found it. It would seem several days ago a virus imbedded itself in the local population and spread with one hundred percent efficency. the victems of the virus are actively seeking out and killing all human life, they are unusualy driven and strong. Though most of their intelligence is lost blind rage, they seem capable of basic motor abilities and communication. Nearly the entire ninth has been lost to these beasts, and the guns of our own navy, fearing infection. However we must alert the Empire that several men of unknown nationality have landed here and just left by heliocopter. They seem at fault for this, and mentioned it was medicinal and headed for the Artic. we pray that the Holy Church will investigate the causes of this inccident and hold those at fault responsible. the Empire seems incapable of this and should your worships hear of this it time, we pray for another party to investigate and rescue those who may still be alive. Long Live His Majesty!" the radio tranmission died, it was being received but no one on any ship would respond, by answering a call was disobeying the extermination order/

"Now we have a prayer at least."

Schroeder Battlecruiser SAS Augusta

The helicopters had landed, as well as the troops and supplies aboard, on the large helicopter deck in the rear of the ship. With the supplies and commandos accomodated, the Augusta turned South, and prepared to go to the Azures to refuel, then onto the Territories.

Augusta BRC, Augusta, SCT

"Well, what did Liutenant Retekker report from their visit?" asked the lead doctor.

A high-ranking official cleared his throat, then answered. "Well," he said in his cold, polite voice. "From the reports of the Waldenburg marines they encountered as well as the infected, it seems that the T-Strain has infected the entire island's population save a few possible survivors. What interested me more was the fact that their Marine forces they sent to investigate were decimated, leading to an entire shelling of the island and anybody on it. They were killing their own men out of fear. I believe this shows its potential for a weapon."

"True," said the doctor. "But before we deploy it, we need to remember some key issues. The first being a vaccine. If those victims wiped out a Marine force, shouldn't we be worrying about our soldiers if it is deployed?"

"Well," said the officer. "I believe ours have better training and equipment than theirs, so..."

"That does not mean that they will not be able to be overtaken by swarms!" exclaimed the doctor, cutting off the official. "We need a vaccine before any military operation can take place. This is a supervirus, Colonel, deadlier than AIDS, SARS, Ebola, all of that shit. This is the most highly contagious virus yet! We don't even know if anyone is naturally immune to it."

"Okay, so we'll find a vaccine." said the Colonel.

"What about the agent's deployment? This Strain could wipe out entire nations. We cannot allow that to occur, just think of the consequences! The Territories could be bombed to oblivion!"

"Well, doctor, we don't just dump it on a city. Like you said, the reprocussions would be terrible. We planned this for a, I don't know, last resort retaliation weapon. If some sons of bitches decided to kill us off, we would send our subs out and launch a few biologically-armed missiles at their population centers, effectively taking the bastards down with us."

"That could lead to extreme social breakdown...what if it spread to the rest of the world?"

"Then it is the fault of those who dealt with us in a bad fashion! They deserve to die if they fuck with us!"

"Okay, Colonel. Your point stands. Research will continue, but only for the purposes you stated."

"Good..." said the Colonel, walking out of the room and up to his waiting car.

OOC: As you can see, a "crisis" might come up later with this insane Colonel possible leading a mutiny and threatening to infect a city, so I'll save it for when we really need action.

Augusta BRC, Augusta, SCT

After a long debate and a large war of words, the doctors and military personell finally decided that they were going to transport two subjects from Augusta to Imhoetek in the Western Territories. Imhoetek had a more advanced field testing area than Augusta, which was more lab oriented. The two infected were shot with heavy-grade tranquilizer darts used for elephant tagging in the Nature Reserves which knocked them out efficiently. The sedated infected were loaded into the back of a RG-12 Patrol APC and began the long drive over to the West.

Appx. 12 hours later, near the town of Mandelaton...

It was dark, very dark. The RG-12 drove up approaching Mandelaton, a small, somewhat build up town on a river's island surrounded by slums. The two infected were clawing at the back, keeping the drivers and two guards on edge with their shrieks and howls. The big Patrol APC drove at a fast pace through the slums, not wanting to draw too much attention to themselves. Unfortunately, this was not their day. The RG-12 was usually used when transporting BLA captives, and a trap had been set. A large IED exploded, blowing its shrapnel into the cab of the APC, flipping the large vehicle on its side. The drivers were killed instantly by the shrapnel while one of the guards suffered a broken neck in the tumble.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he fumbled for his R6. His orders were to dispatch the infected in any circumstance such as this, but unfortunately for him, the five BLA rebels made it to the back and wrenched open the door before he could finish the job.

The Rebels threw the soldier out of the APC where he was taken captive by two rebels while the other three began to open up the security holding chamber in the APC.

"Wait!" shouted the soldier. "You fucking idiots don't know what you're doing! Don't open it!" He was silenced by a punch to the mouth, making him lurch in pain. The rebels finally opened the chamber, much to the delight of the infected inside.

"You're free, comrades!" cheered the rebel. "You will suffer no more Corporate Oppressio..." He was cut off by a bite to the throat from the first infected while the second one lunged at another rebel in the back, knocking him and the third rebel out of the rear compartment onto the dirt. The soldier took advantage of the confusion and grabbed his R6, pumping the two rebels restraining him full of lead. He ran from the scene, shooting and killing a man on a motorbike and stole it, riding towards town. He grabbed his cell phone dialed his the local military base's number. After two rings, the Warrant Officer on the other side picked up.

"Mandelaton Armory, how may I help?" said the WO.

"Listen!" shouted the soldier over the roar of the motorbike. "This is Corporal Williams, SP Security! Tell your CO that we need to shut down all access to this town, ASAP. We have a Class-1 Emergency on our hands involving several BLA rebels and a biological test Codenamed T-Strain! Hurry!"

The WO knew that this Corporal wasn't bull-shitting. He was from SP Security, the special mercenaries for the biological research centers. And when someone like that says a Class-1, he means it. "Yes, Corporal! Right away!" spat back the WO as he hung up and rushed down the hall to his CO's quarters.

Fifteen minutes later...

Even from outside the Base, a commotion in the slums was already seen forming. Fire and smoke rose up from the crash location and the surrounding areas, lighting the skies with an orange glow. There were four bridges going into the island, and each of them had a defense team of three Hoefyster IFVs, a Rooikat, and a platoon of soldiers guarding them from anyone coming or going. Roadblocks had been hastily set up with some rusting hulks of automobiles and sandbags with lots of metal spikes and Constantina Wire draped over and within them.

Meanwhile, at the city, a defensive wall was in the process of being set up around the CBD, harboring all of the Afrikaans business people and workers as well as many "loyal" blacks(*) and military personell. The poor blacks had been trying to get in, but most were being pushed out by riot-equipped police and soldiers. The base's four King Buzzards and two Rooivalk AH-2's were in the air, blaring spotlights down on the slums trying to get a handle on where the infection was. Fires were spreading, and with the combined effect of the spotlights, it gave this once sedentary slum an image comparable to hell. Some of the King Buzzards began to spray down their 30mm and 23mm chain gun armament, shooting at what they believed to be the infected, though a lot of the targets were clean. Patrol Boats from the Base were in the river, gunning down all of the people who tried to escape on the river.

The first major outbreak had begun, and now this town of about 32,000 people was fast becoming a major quarantine zone.

Five hours after the initial Outbreak, Mandelaton, SCT

A line of riot control-equipped soldiers and police stood in a line on the main thruway to the center of town. From what the King Buzzards had been reporting from the air, a large mob was moving in on the military-controlled safe zone of the town, with speed. There were also widespread reports of armed strife involving survivors ginning down infected while trying to find a place to hide.

"Here they come!" shouted a spotter in a clocktower that sat in the sqare.

"Alright," said the leader of the riot control contingent. "Defensive positions! Shields up!" The riot troops raised their hard plexiglass shields and formed a wall. "Deploy batons!" he ordered. The troops unholstered their riot nightsticks. They switched a small button on them, and an echo of electric static rippled out across the street. Schroeder Riot Police were equipped with electrically charged batons to deliver a strong shock along with the brute force of the blow, able to stun their victims with repeated hits.

Two large RG-12 Patrol APC's equipped for internal security roles moved up behind the line of riot troops and raised their smoke dischargers. They were loaded with a mix of CS and CN gas, a strong cocktail of riot control gasses.

A large mob of peaople was running wildly towards the line of troops. They were still a third of a mile away, but the distance was closing fast.

"Fire the gas!" yelled the commander to the soldiers in the RG-12's. With a nod, the grenadiers dropped back into the APCs and moments later, a loud series of thumps was heard followed by smoke trailing grenades flying out over the riot troops. The grenades landed about 50 to 60 yards ahead of them, blocking their view of the infected rushing towards them with the thick white smoke.

Meanwhile, behind the riot troops line in a three story building, a team of news crews were filming the incedent and making a report to air. It was to be highly censored, but it was still going to bring the ratings up. (OOC: I'm posting a copy of it on the General IC thread)

"Are we rolling?" asked the reporter. His cameraman gave him the thumbs up, and he continued.

"Hello, this is Alfred Simmons, SCNN. I'm in Mandelaton where a large riot has broken out between many blacks in the slums outside of town. As you can see behind me, they are pushing in towards us in the safe-zone, but the riot troops are already on the scene ready to hold the line."

On the ground...

Suddenly, through the smoke, the infected came through in a mad rage, the gas only aggravating them more.

"Prepare to defend!" yelled the commander. Right when the infected were about 10 yards away, a final order was given. "Brace!"

The infected broke upon the riot troops like a wave, getting pushed off by their shileds.

"Fend them off!" yelled a soldier as he began top beat an infected man over the head with his shock baton, sending the guy's brian into a spasm and dropping him to the ground. More hits were delivered, and the troops began to gain morale. Unfortunately, with each infected they drove off, three more took his place, adding more strain and pressure than the riot troops could take.

In the building...

"The rioters have hit the troops and it looks like they're being pushed back. Wait, hang on. I think the riot troops are falling back! Shit, this can't be good! (Troops are heard yelling 'Fall back!' and 'Retreat!' as a huge wall of infected pour onto them.) Oh my god! What the hell is happening? Look at that! (He points to the ground where a riot soldier is thrown down and assaulted by four or five infected who start tearing at his flesh and biting him. He continues to scream until he is bitten in the throat, causing his body to go limp.) What has gotten into these people! (Gunshots start to erupt from the retreating troops as they draw their SMG's and pistols and begin to fire on the crowd.) They're firing on the crowd! Jesus Christ! Josef, we're getting out of here! C'mon!"

The camera footage shows them running down a flight of stairs towards a door. Suddenly, the door bursts open as three soldiers run in and gun down a number of infected behind them while slamming the door.A window is heard breaking, and a crowd of infected is seen rushing the news crew and the soldiers from a large doorway.

"Fuck! Get 'em away!" yells someone as more gunshots erupt. The Cameraman is hit by someone and falls to the ground flailing his arms. He screams, and a small spatter of blood hits the lens before the footage goes blank.

Ibblesguard, Svalbard ISS Research Facility

“How are things,” the heavy metal door swung open with an electronic beep. All across the Empire little rooms like this buried under feet of concrete marked the secretive trade of the ISS. Usually this was simply the room for interrogation but it had been outfitted for the confinement and rehabilitation of the Beasts.

“This one’s been on for nearly thirty hours and neural scans only show, elevated stress, rage the basics.” Two men, bundled in parkas sat elevated twenty feet above the cell watching the thrashing victims on their secure chairs. They held steaming cups of coco the vapor that had to be rubbed off the various panels in the room

“This would melt my mind after thirty hours, no wonder it’s blood lust,” one said as he sipped his coco and perused a readout. “You’d think something better would have occurred to Albemier.”

“After even an hour of having a Bishop look at me I’m ready to commit bloody murder. They don’t seem to be taking, maybe a bit more serotonin.” The other man fiddled a switch very gently, and watched the Beast thrash about in it’s straps.

“Adams says you can explode them if you give them to much,” the new comer added slightly more enthusiastically then usual.

“Ehhh… probably but it’d not be worth it, we’d be down in the pits if we did.”

“Speaking of the pits we’ve got a man, you know the one that poisoned the Abbot of Scant, he’s survived for two days against the Beast. You should come down and watch sometime, it’s damn good. Especially when the things have em’ cornered it funny as hell to watch.”

“I don’t really like to see people tossed to death for enjoyment,” he held up a hand to stop an exclamation from the new man, “military research. Anyway I’m posted here for another four hours, then I’m moving on to their weapons training, and all the joys of seeing if a Beast can handle a pistol. Mind you the only thing they’ve done so far is try to eat it, but with all this,” he motioned to the screens flickering subliminal kill orders, it’s only a matter of time.” The studies had been going on for weeks as the Beasts were subjected to everything that had ever even been considered for mind alteration. Some of it was simply ridiculous, and the handlers, who were violent prisoners amassed across the empire, were being ripped to shreds in their efforts to control the Beasts. Occasionally some of the Beasts were let loose into the prison compound and usually could kill or turn fifty prisoners before the block was empty of they were killed. Some of the turn had only become more violent and started to use geography to their advantage, ambushing and trapping their victims.

“Well when your off, they’re bringing in the new armaments we’ll need everyone we can get. And on Saturday we’re all due in the range for practice.” The sitting man gave a little wave and he was left alone watching over his charges. If the Church ever found this place, and they were looking, there would be more freighting then the Beasts.

Seven Hours After the Initial Outbreak, Mandelaton, SCT

The thruway was a terribly scene with thebloody remains of bodies baking in the sun. One of the RG-12 APCs was on its side, the other one lodged in the front of a building. A huge mushroon cloud had risen up over the remains of a petrol station from an attack by a King Buzzard to block off a major road going into the main safe zone. The incursion made by the infected had been so far contained with ramparts being constructed all over the main roads connecting to the thruway. A mile up from the actual fall of the riot troops, a second defense line had been made, this time with shoot to kill orders. On the thruway between the old first and new second defense lines, many vehicles lay bloody and abandoned in the road. Police Land Rovers and News vans dotted the streets, some on their sides, others on fire. The so-called safe zone was not too safe anymore, but the military planned on changing that.

Second Line of Defense, Mandelaton, SCT

"Listen up!" shouted the commander of the defense force. "Our first line of defense fell to the riots, and we lost 60 guys getting back here. I have recieved orders from Command that said we need to get all of the survivors, us included, out of here by tomorrow, because they are bombing the town whether we're here or not at exactly 0600. Right now we are trying to get the civvies out who are here to get off this island and to Charlesburg to get tested for the virus. As soon as our Oryx and King Buzzards ferry the rest of the 2300 left, then we are getting out of here.

"There is ten miles of slums and 30,000 possibly infected poeple between us and freedom, so we need to move fast. We have two AH-2's and three King Buzzards on air support, but still, we are going to need some luck. In five hours we leave, and from the time we leave we have another five hours to get outta town and as far away from it as possible. Questions?" seeing none, he finished. "Then Gear up! We're blowing this town!"

Military Convoy, About Three and a Half Hours After Departure of Safe-Zone

The mass of trucks and armored vehicles finally made its way out of the slums after hours of fighting off hordes of Infected. The helicopters had departed to a nearby airbase while demolition teams wired the four bridges to the island to blow. As soon as the last truck rolled over the bridge and all of the soldiers were accounted for, the charges were detonated and the bridges fell into the water below. On the other side, infected lined the water's edge howling and screaming, adding an eerie sound to the rising sun and the dawn. Command ordered all civilians and military personell to leave the area immediately, and knowing that Command knew best, all of the people within 10 miles of the so-called "Mandelaton Quarantine Zone" did as they were told and left.

Meanwhile, at Praetoria AFB, a Rafale Cheetah was armed and fueled, then taxied down the runway and took off. It set its course to the West, flying at a high speed towards the infected area.

Exactly One Hour and Twenty-Five Minutes Later, Five Miles from the Quarantine Zone

"Paladin 1, Target is within range. Requesting orders, over." said the pilot of the Cheetah.

"We hear you, Paladin 1." said the tower. "Cleansing Light is go. You may fire at will."

"Roger, roger." replied the pilot. "Arming missile...targetting...and Cleansing Light is a go. Missile away."

The lone missile underneath the Rafale unlatched, deployed its switchblade wings and fired its engines, streaking ahead of the Cheetah towards Mandelaton. The Cheetah broke left, heading South and made a course to the Cape Town AFB. The morning sun was almost above the horizon, the top of the start barely peaking over the hills.

Mandelaton Quarantine Zone, Five Minutes Later

The sun was barely beginning to show itself when a roar was heard from above, causing many infected to look up in curiosity. A white fluffy streak was moving through the sky towards town, and it was gradually slowing down. The streak came to a complete halt about 1000 feet above the ground, began to free-fall for 300 feet, then erupted into a massive ball of heat and light. The 40kt "Cleansing Light" Strategic Nuclear Short Range Cruise Missile had exploded above the city, incinerating thousands in teh first moments of the explosion. The shantytowns were ablaze with the higher up buildings of the actual town were blown off their foundations. A huge mushroom cloud rose above the city, adding a second sunrise to the Southern African Plains that could be seen as far away as Cape Town.

Unlike a normal nuclear missile, this one was imperative that it killed every living thing in the city, so a last minute addative was thrown into the device. The Cleansing Light was salted with Zinc, increasing radiation levels from the missile greatly over the island but dissapating in about 61 days due to its short half life. The Command knew that the world would know about the bomb, but they were prepared for any tribunals the internationalists had to throw at them. (*HINT HINT*)