NationStates Jolt Archive

Aozora stood in front of the members who had gotten there and waited impatiantly for the rest.

"Hey, when is this briefing going to get started, I have something important to do!"

"So, what's wrong? We only barely got back and we're going back out."

Dagger-5 was back to his usual calm self. He was ready for whatever was thrown at him in this mission.

"Well, I hope this problem isn't as bad as the mission on Stryker Island, geez, that mission was brutal... undead AND Allied nation soldiers wanting to kill you."

Aozora laughed, "Actualy, we're staying here. You see, we think vampires have managed to get in the base. We found a dead cook and a couple researchers."
OOC: I've got to go, should be back on soon.

"That was the first clue? What about when our prisoner was turned into blood paint? No offense."

Dagger-5 looked incredulous.

"Well... now this is starting to get interesting... I think we might need some back up on this." He switched his radio to the QCS channel. "Grey, we need some... assitance, how fast do you think you can get here?" Ed sat for about a minute. "An hour? What'd Frank do to the engines! Oh... forgot that bit." He deactivated his radio. "We've got one senior member of the QCS en route, thats all the reinforcements I can spare."

Mark stood in the back and listened to the group. He needed to find out who exactly infiltrated the facility. Then when Mark heard the word vampire he started to chuckle, but stopped himself from bursting out laughing. Where this people seriously this crazy? Mark knew that vampires did not exist, and most people shared the same belief.

"What do you mean 'vampires'?" asked Mark with a wide grin.

"You know, pointy teeth, blood sucking, vicious vampires. Basically, go watch something like Underworld, and make them meaner."

John sat next to Mark and said pulling out a photo he had taken of the video out of Crispy's armor, a mob of vampires, and John hacking at them and said "They're real Mark, as real as they can get." He said grimly, wishing that what Mark believed was true, thought it wasn't..

"Everyone knows that is just a bunch of myths. Vampires are merely stories of some crazed traveler. Are you trying to pull one on the rookie? Is that it? Because vampires do not exist..." Mark said.

John rolled his eyes and said "O ye of little faith, there are vampires, what explains the fact that we are fighting them, as we speak.."

"Show him the video of the interrogation."

He ran the video from the interrogation, in particular the infiltration, and the after effects.

"Vampires, Vamps, Blood Suckers. Call 'em what you want."

"Like I said. Blood. Paint. Do you believe us yet?"

"This seems like a bunch of malarkey to me. Until I see a so called 'vampire' face to face, then I might believe you." Mark commented after he watched the video. The video to him seemed like it was fake. Something was obvious was happening here and Mark needed to get to the bottom of it.

"Trust us, the next time you see someone leaning over a wounded person on these missions, its not because they're after ammo"

"Don't bother, if he doesn't want to believe, we'll let him find out for himself. Then we'll have to get him committed though. C'est la vi."

John said "Yeah, I have seen way too many vampires to deny the fact they're real, Mike."

"Shot to many vampires to believe they're not real."

"Shot 'em, nearly been bitten. Like I said, if he won't believe, then let him find out the hard way."

"yeah, lets make the rookie take point if we get into a fie fight here."

"That's cruel, seeing combat should be enough."

"Well, its the only way for him to experience close up. Besides." ed shrugged. "I always make my rookies in the QCS take point, no casulaties yet, namely because theres enough room for everyone to concentrate fire."

OOC: Oh crap, i missed alot what happened while I was gone

"This is a little more dangerous though, if the option comes up, we'll let him go. Lets try not to start him up front though."

Ed sighed. "all right, lets make him take point in safe areas, not while were getting shot at."

"The only thing I am going to do is stay here. I don't know what you are planning, but it isn't going to happen." Mark said as he sat down in a chair. He truly wasn't going to budge.

John sat next to Mark and said pulling out a photo he had taken of the video out of Crispy's armor, a mob of vampires, and John hacking at them and said "They're real Mark, as real as they can get." He said grimly, wishing that what Mark believed was true, thought it wasn't..

{{OOC: Thought vamps didn't show up on pictures or mirrors, *cough*imposters*cough*. :p}}

"Hoo boy, insubordination, well, have fun being vamped."

"Alright, then you're going to sit in an unsecured room while this base is infiltrated by beings you don't believe in. Then you're going to hope they don't come after you. Great plan. We'll go and kill 'em, and you can have fun here, hoping that the flimsy doors hold."

OOC: They do in this, otherwise a lot of tech would be useless. As to what you missed Greston, we did mission 1 and 2 so far.

{{OOC: <--- Wants 2 Join}}

"Fine I will only come with you, so I don't get lost in this maze." Mark said with a weak smile. Maybe this people were being serious. It would be better just to follow the rest of the group. "So what are we going to do for weapons, since most of us don't have some heavy firepower?"

"What are you talking about, where's your gear?" he shifted his mahine gun into view. "My X-7R is perfectly suited for any kind of combat."

"Well, you should have had them with you. If not, then you need to get 'em. We aren't going to need anything beyond small arms. Atleast, we haven't."

He loaded his shotgun and quickly checked his other weapons.

"Well I left my M14 rifle in my room, along with the rest of my ammo, which is a couple of magazines for my M14 and M9 pistol. All I have is my M9 and one magazine, which is loaded within the gun. So I really don't have anything at the moment..." Mark replied.

"Yeah, they dont' require any special method to kill them, basicaly shoot them until they die." Ed started disassembling his MG. "We'll pick up your equipment once we have our brieifing, other then that, sit tight."

"Fine, I need this back."

Dagger-5 handed over his 1911. It was by far his favorite weapon, and he didn't hand it out unless someone really needed it. He also handed over his holster and extra ammo.

"I don't need that peashooter. I need a gun that can lay down some fire." Mark said as he handed back the 1911.

"You carry a pissy little M-9 and you call this a pea-shooter."

His eye twitched noticably.

"I was trying to give you a weapon to use against these things. A weapon that's proven to work. Fine, have fun trying to make it with 16 rounds of under powered 9x19."

"Your kidding me, your turning dowm a M1911? Thats a legendary gun, should've taken the offer."

John pulled out his .50 Desert Eagle and said "This pistol lays those vampires down very well.."

"He turned its down. His funeral."

He re-donned the gear and prepared for combat.

John prepared himself, he had his E-19, and his HALO suit, and armor, helmet on, and steeled himself for the combat with the vampires..

"i don't get it, how could you turn down a .45 ACP firing legend? Guys got a death wish." Ed snapped the final piece back into his machine gun before gearing up. "bet he doesn't wear anything except a light bullet proof vest either."

Dagger-5 looked over the M1911A1. He stared down the sights, and then smiled.

"You have no idea what this thing can do, do you Mark?"

He reholstered it and drew the XD's.

"Also in .45 ACP."

He spun them and re-holstered the twin weapons.

He gestured to his other weapons.

"12 gauge, and 6.5 Grendel. I've been killing these things for a while, do you really think I'd use weapons that weren't excessively effective?"

"Same goes for me." He popped the knife under his knuckle plating. "Bet you ditched the combat knives to, eh?

"Never forget the knives."

He drew his pair of SAS daggers.

"You may not use 'em much, but they're a great help."

He re-sheathed the daggers and drew his Chisakatana(s)

"For that matter, swords work pretty damned well too."

Ed drew his sabre. "All officers in the Union are given sabres, NCOs and soldiers get slightly smaller versions of sabres called klinge (means sword in German). Swordsman ship is still consider an integral part of combat for the Union."

"Its a bit of a lost art in Shenyang, not used in combat, except by SF who've been trained with 'em."

He admired the swords for a moment and then re-sheathed them.

"yeah, its a shame most militarys consider swordsmanship obsolete, does wonders in close combat."

"How about you drink a nice tall glass of shut the fuck up? Hmmm?" said Mark as he checked his M9. Now he really did not want to be here. These people were just a bunch of stuck up fools, who probably were gung ho and just wanted glory.

"hm, temper temper, looks like we've got a wild one here. Oh, and don't say that again, I'm assuming one if not more people will be glad to have a gun at your head."

John smirked at Mark and said "Oooh, somebody's got a sharp fuse eh?" He unsheathed a saber that his great grandfather had carried in the Prussian Army, and said "I will use this to kill the vampires that lurk.., and I will shoot the M1911 in the other hand.."

Kirk and Morallis walked in, fully armored and ready. Morallis now had a small metal device affixed over his throat covering the scarred area.

"Sorry we're late, it was short notice and this armor ain't easy to get into," Kirk said with a helpless shrug.

"Who's the new guy?" Morallis asked, his voice sounding somewhat metallic but normal as Kirk remembered it.

Morallis smiled, he wouldn't miss the whitboard clipped to his belt. Ah, the wonders of medical science.

"Eh, guy with a hot temper, doesn't think a M1911A1 is a good choice over a barreta."

"Canadstein, his name's Mark, and he doesn't believe in vampires. That and he doesn't like me."

John said "I don't think he likes me either, very good sign to me.., I know now why his superiors stuck him in the TBCS.."

"I don't think he likes me either."

Krik raised an eyebrow, "Doesn't like the Colt eh? Well, to each their own I suppose. I'm happy with the .40 cal my country makes but I'd never say no to a 1911."

Morallis, however, hadn't paid any attention to the fact that Mark hated the Colt, or that he hated Dagger 5. With a supernatural quickness he shot right in front of Mark and had him by the throat. His fangs unintentionally bared.

"Don't believe?!?! Well you better learn and learn fast if you want to survive! Just one of those bastards killed my entire squad and did this," he gestured at the fangs, "to me. That proof enough?"

Getting his rage back in check he released Mark and took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He looked up at the shocked faces of everyone in the briefing room and swallowed hard.

"Wait a minute, before you say anything it's not me. As much as I hate to admit that I'm one of those things I haven't killed anyone, save for vampires. I've been living off the blood supply in the medical bay. You've gotta believe me. Kirk?" he looked back at his fellow officer, hoping for some kind of help.

Dagger-5 fought the impulse to level a weapon on Morallis. He'd been right all along.

"You know, if you'd told us about that earlier, I wouldn't want to kill you right now. Just a thought."

"hey, I believe you. Rumor has it that a couple union soldiers got vamped but still kept fighting the vampires, currently there survivng on medical blood rations." Ed shrugged. "Or so I'm told."

Morallis bowed his head, "The fewer who knew the better. You have no idea what it's like, the shame of it. Personally I'd have rather been killed than live- no, it's not living- exist like this."

Kirk walked up and put a hand on his shoulder, "Personally, I've known him long enough to know he's no threat. Vampire or not, he's fine in my book."

"That, I can live with."

He took his seat, and waited to see what would happen next.

"hey, I kind of know what its like, I'm not really human either. At least not any more."

Mark suddenly somebody had their hands around his throat. This guy had come literally out of nowhere. Mark's eyes looked at Morallis. Quickly his attention was brought to the fangs. Never before in his life had Mark ever seen something like those. They were out of this world. Maybe vampires were real. As Morallis released him Mark put his own hand around his neck. He stood there motionless for a minute, and said nothing. Mark seemed to be both stunned and shocked. He looked at Morallis again, but quickly looked away.


"Okay...I believe you now..." Mark said with after letting out a deep sigh. Then he looked Morallis straight into the eyes. "I say we kill him. He is the enemy. Vampires have infiltrated this places, so he might have helped them."

Mark quickly aimed his M9 at Morallis.

"Put the gun down Mark or God help me I'll shoot you."

The 1911 was leveled on Mark's head. If he so much as twitched there'd be a large mess to clean up.

OOC: I'm back. Quickly, fill me in on what happened in my abscence.

Ed walked up to Mark. "wrong choice." He quickly grabbed his arm then dislocated it, forcing him to drop the gun. Ed kciked it away, then popped his arm back in. "Don't do it again."

Canadstein arrived, their character hates us all, called a 1911 a pea-shooter, and doesn't believe in vampires.

RS educated him, and now he wants Morallis dead.

Ed walked up to Mark. "wrong choice." He quickly grabbed his arm then dislocated it, forcing him to drop the gun. Ed kciked it away, then popped his arm back in. "Don't do it again."

OOC: I am going to ignore this because it is a god mod.

Morallis stood there, motionless. His Civil Authority armor specialized in deflecting 9mm, but his helmet was still clipped to his belt. Slowly, he put his rifle on the ground and did likewise with his pistol, his police training kicking in.

"Easy now, you're the armed one and we're to close for me to dodge. You're in control. I'm sorry I lost my temper but better me than a hostile one in the field. He wouldn't have released you. We've got bigger problems. As I said, I've been living off the blood supply in the med bay. I'd never hurt any human. The only reason I didn't kill myself after changing was the hope that my country could make a cure."

OOC: Mark basically hates everyone, and Morallis is a vampire.


How is that a god mod? I dislocated your shoulder, you had the gun aimed at morallis.

OOC: Mark basically hates everyone, and Morallis is a vampire.


How is that a god mod? I dislocated your shoulder, you had the gun aimed at morallis.

You just can't do that...

OOC: Don't worry, Morallis is a cop. He's used to these situations. I've got it covered.

John pointed his saber at the throat of Mark and hissed "You've got a probelm with Morallis, well, Vanek is a good vampire as wel.."

Dagger-5 neglected to mention that he had his gun on Mark. Evidently he didn't hold all the cards.

"This is vaguely similar to a report I read..."

OOC: Candestein, explain exactly how dislocation is god-modding? I do have to agree with you on one point however, UHC, you should at least give him a chance to respond.

"How do we know that you will not turn on us? You are one of them. Right now you probably want to suck me dry? Hmm...do I look tasty to you? There is no cure. You are infected and you must be taken care of, before you hurt anyone else. I am sorry, but you are a threat to the whole team." Mark said. He ignored everyone else and only had his sights on this vampire. His M9 was aimed straight for Morallis' head. Mark knew that he would not miss.

John smirked and laughed and said "Mark, you're outnumbered, drop the gun, NOW!" His tone took a very harsh and guttural tone, that nobody had never heard before.

OOC: Candestein, explain exactly how dislocation is god-modding? I do have to agree with you on one point however, UHC, you should at least give him a chance to respond.

OOC: Mainly because he gave me no chance to even react. Plus his character isn't even near mine.

OOC; Lets see... hm... Briefing room.. close quarters... yup, think it works and is all fine and dandy.

"Gun, down, please."

Dagger-5 didn't care for the 'negotiator' approach. One bullet and this guy would be on the ground, dead.

John said in his sternest, but calm voice "Mark, you are endangering the team with every second you waste threatening Morallis, you are the threat to the team I have determined.." He kept the saber at the back of Mark.

OOC: As I said, I agree with you on that point. THIS, however, is not god modding.
IC: Saya had had enough, she drew her katana, and using the skills she had gaine as a sniper, she snuck behind Mark and put the edge right against his neck. "Mark, drop the gun now. I don't much like Morallis either, but he has proven himself."

John said to Saya "I think we have enough weapons trained on him, I am going to disarm him if he doesn't drop it.." He got into a fighting stance, ready to do a headlock if Mark got rowdy.

Dagger-5 adjusted his aim, he was going to blow that piece of crap out of his hands if he had to, and he had to be sure he wouldn't hit Saya now.

"Look, even I don't understand why I still have control. I've seen countless victims lose their sanity just like they should when they've been bitten. I'm...different. My country's medical experts are still working on finding out why. In the meantime, no, you don't look tasty. None of you do. The entire thought of that is repulsive. I can barely live with myself drinking blood packets..."

Kirk stepped in front of Morallis, standing between Mark and the other officer. Unlike Morallis, his helmet was on.

"If you want my partner, you're going through me to do it. And I garuntee it'll a lot more than a 9mm." he pulled his DSP and leveled it at Mark.

Morallis used the opportunity to get his helmet secured.

John, determining that Mark wasn't going to drop the gun, leapt on the back off him and pinned him down to the floor. He yelled "Grab the pistol, he might try to use it!"

Ed steadied his rifle. He really had the urge to kill him right now, he would only be more trouble for the squad later. His finger tightened on the trigger when Saya got her katan against his throat, and his grip relaxked but not all the way.

"Get your piece of shit blade off of me." Mark stated once he noticed the blade. He lowered his weapon, but still looked at Morallis. That vampire would get his own. He had threatened Mark and he would pay for it. Morallis would end up with some lead in his body sooner or later.

John attempted to wrestle the gun out of Mark's hands and hissed in Mark's ear, in a harsh tone "Don't you mess with my friend again Mark, or you will find some .50 cal in your body, I've got you pinned, so you'd better listen."

Saya pressed harder, drawing a line of blood. Her eyes had turned red, she was getting mad. "Or what? You do a thing, and either you lose a head, or get shot from three different directions."

"You ought to be dead right now Mark. As it is, I think you should be confined until further notice."

John said "Get the gun out of his hands, I've got him pinned, oh!" He and Mark were wrestling each other and he hissed "Had enough Mark?, you've tried to attack a friendly, and you will pay!"

Kirk lowered his sidearm and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd seen too many similar situations end a lot worse.
"Well, now that we've got that out of the way, let's deal with the real threat here, hm?"

Morallis had picked his guns back up and racked a round into his DM-32.
"Right, we've got a traditional vamp loose in the building and we need it brought down ASAP. Where do we start?"

"Well, logic dictates we start at the sites of the incidents."

He still had his weapon ready, he wasn't letting Mark have a chance to do anything stupid.

Mark's grasp on his M9 was almost like if he had glued the gun to his palm. No matter how much John tried to get the gun out, it would not even budge. Mark could now fell the slight burn of the scratch that Saya had made. He did not seem to hear them, but just stared at Morallis. Mark now had a vendetta against the vampire...

Slowly Mark started to fall back into Saya. He was going to bring her and himself down to the ground.

Kirk sighed, "Alright I've had enough of this."

He pulled his nightstick and took a swing at Mark's gut.

Saya jumped back, swung over her head, and got the blade this time at his shoulder, "Nice try, but Mereshkans are trained for stuff like this." She flipped the katana so the edge was again against his neck. She held it at arms length, to prevent that happening again.

Dagger-5's 1911 tracked the motion, he couldn't fire, he might hit her. He vaulted the table and tried to shove Mark away from her.

The pistol came back up, now only inches from his head.

"Try something like that again, and you die, unpleasently."

At the sudden motion, Kirk checked his swing and replaced the nightstick for handcuffs.

"Hold him down."

John was filled with rage, he ran forward and kneed Mark hard in the solar plexus and snarled with contorted rage, and stepped back and breathed hard and drew his Desert Eagle up and said "If you fire, I will, and I'll bring you down with me.."

Eds rifle snapped up again. But just at that moment his radio alerted him to an incoming message. "CCaptain grey reporting sir, needed some reinforcements." Ed tried to keep himself as quiet as possible. "We hvae a small situation in the briefing room, protocole M17, deal with as usual." Grey laughed. "Going to enjoy this."

Mark pushed the blade aside with his arm. He suddenly rolled to the side and got up, his M9 was now magically gone. He looked at the people around him and just shook his head. They all were ordered to kill vampires, but wouldn't even kill the one right in front of them. What if one of them did turn into a vampire and started to kill the team? Would they just do the same thing? Mark looked at Saya.

"Why?" Mark uttered as he slowly started to move back.

"Because we've been through things simpletons like yourself wouldn't understand." Eds grip on the rifle had not relaxed when the door opened behind him. Captain Grey entered, his rifle at the ready as well. 'What'd I miss?" he said.

Saya smiled sweetly, at odds with her eyes. "Because, obviously unlike you, we have a sense of honour. He's killed for us, and though we may not like him much, we do trust him."

"Because he's not the threat here. For all intents and purposes, you are."

The gun had tracked him through this whole time, and was trained on his skull once more.

Kirk moved the handcuffs to his left hand and pulled the nightstick back out.

"Are you calm now? I trust neither of these will be necessary."
It was just like back home, dealing with an unruly suspect. Except here, with all of these high caliber weapons and only two of them in armor he at least knew worked the threat was very real. But now he was unarmed, and Kirk was operating on training.

John holstered his Desert Eagle and crossed his arms and said "I feel sorry for you Mark, you've been blinded, you just don't want to see that Morallis has a good record with us so far."

"Yeah he has killed for you, but the next thing you know he might kill you." Mark stuttered off. Mark was barely even old enough to join the army. He was still a kid and right now it really showed off. Now he was just the scared kid, who was just trying to make sense of things.

John said "He kills other vampires, he wouldn't dream of killing us Mark."

"Besides, he has medical blood rations supplied by his government, he really doesn't need to go hunt other living things."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?" yelled Mark. Tears were slowly coming down his cheeks. This young boy had enough of this. His eyes started to become red, as he let off more tears.

"Stand down soldier. No one here plans to kill you if you cooperate. If you keep resisting, we'll have a problem. Please stand down."

He was speaking not as a threatening enemy, but as a fellow soldier.

All this time Morallis had stood back. Anything he could have done would have only made things worse in terms of how Mark viewed him. Despite his control, and despite his record, on some level Mark was right. He was dangerous. But, if used properly, the danger would only be toward what he hunted: vampires. No one liked him, but that was fine. He didn't really like what he'd become either.

All the same, thank God for trust

Kirk put his cuffs and club away.

"Guys, this kid's no threat."
All the same, he handed off his weapons before approaching Mark.

"Easy there son, I know this a lot to take in, but Morallis was, still is, a good cop. Vampire or not and despite what he did, it was for your own good. You're unhurt for the most part, and none of it aside from some bruising came from him. Like it or not we're a team, and as scared as you are and despite what happened we're all here for each other. Now, what do you say we calm down and get this briefing started?"

He held out his hand.

John said kindly to Mark "Why don't you just co-operate Mark, instead of throwing a hissy fit towards Morallis here?"

Saya finally sheathed her katana. "You know, if that is true, maybe you shouldn't have done that? Now he might kill you first."
Aozora walked into the group now. He had not stepped in, because in Mereshka the troops took care of situations like this on their own. "Okay, is this over with"?

Dagger-5 prepared to switch to the only LTL weapon he carried, a TASER, which he'd only brought by accident.

John sighed, he was frankly wondering why his superiors had sent him to the TBCS in the first place..

"I am not going to let that happen..." Mark said. He quickly wiped away the tears, and stood there looking at the group. He simply shook his head, and bolt straight to the door. The doors burst open, and he ran down the hallway. Mark was going straight into the darkness of the unknown. He kept on running and did not look back to see if anyone was following him. All he cared about was getting away.

The 1911 returned to its holster. While his left hand inperceptibly hovered near the taser he stretched out a hand to Mark.

Ed looked over. "Yeah were ready for the briefing." He looked at Mark. "this is why you don't go around making assumptions, could get yourself killed."

OOC: Edited previous post

The TASER came up and Dagger-5 fired. Mark was still within range and the cloud of probes was unlikely to miss.

OOC: Guess the edit doesn't matter anymore...
IC:
Kirk looked at Mark as he left.
"You know we really should go after him, there's a real vampire loose in the building and he's in danger..."

With that, he and Morallis took off after Mark.

Aozora sighed. "Well Ed, you said you had something to tell us"?

"yeah, I think I may know the location of the 'true blood' at the embassy, the scientist I protected was there because he might know the possible location of it. Thing is, the coordinates to it are deep in the heart of the wastelands, perfect place to hide something. Bad news, the wastelands are still highly radioactive, we'll have a hard time getting to it, even with protective gear, namely because the EMP interference willl short out most anything electrical, even hardened systems."

"Hmm... We'll take care of this after this is over with. Okay, lets get started. We need to check out the kitchen, and med lab."

Dagger-5 reloaded the TASER and re-holstered it.

"Alright, I'm willing to check the med lab, what about you Saya?"

"I'm going to the med lab, maybe thats how they;ve been keeping there existence here a secret, by feeding on the blood there."

The two Civil Authority officers were in pursuit of Mark, hanging back enough that they wouldn't be noticed, but close enough to keep him in view.

"You know Joe, couldn't you just catch up to him and cuff him?"

"I don't know Victor, after how I handled the situation in there I might make things a lot worse by doing so."

"Look, we've got a briefing to get back to. We'll apprehend now and take up the social worker aspect of law enforcement later when we don't have to worry about bloodsuckers loose in the base."

Morallis let out a sigh, "Point taken."

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and shot forward, closing the distance between him and Mark at an astounding rate.

Saya looked at him, she had calmed down, her eyes were back to normal. "I'm going wherever you go." She said, her voice brooking no arguments.

"Alright, who's with us?"

Dagger-5 readied his M1014 and looked around.

Kirk keyed his radio as Morallis closed the gap, "This is Kirk and Morallis, we'll have Mark back to safety shortly. Where do you need us once he's in custody and what did we miss?"

"We're choosing areas to investigate, 3 of us are headed for the med lab, none to the kitchen."

He checked down the hall for targets.

Kirk responded, "Roger, we'll take the kitchen once we're done here."

Morallis was almost on top of Mark now. He stretched out his hand and made a grab for the boy's wrist, cuffs ready.

OOC: Darn it, he got off...

EDIT:
Morallis missed. Unlikely as it was he missed. He aborted the chase, considering it lost.

"This is Morallis, chase aborted. We're moving to the kitchen."

Once Kirk caught up thirty seconds later they doubled back and headed towards the kitchen, pistols at the ready.

Ed headed towards the med lab alone, Crispy and Evan were staying behind to keep the breifing room secure. he cautiously opened the door to the med lab ad entered, rifle ready. "med lab looks secure, checking out the storage locker." he carefully pulled open the door to the cooler and was hit by a blast of cold air, when the frost cleared, he looked inside. The walls were covered in blood, two dead security officers were piled against the corner. "Confirmed two downed security, med lab secure." he turned around and was greeted with the butt of a rifle.

"Well, lets get going, no sense waiting too long."

He took point heading down the hall, shotgun in hand.

"Respond, respond, what's your situation?"

Dagger-5 rushed toward the lab, careful to maintain security in his sector.

Ed shook his head, trying to focus his eyes, he tried to look at who attacked him, but he couldn't tell, his eyes were still unfocused. "One hostile, armed."

Saya rushed along with Alex. This far into the investigation and things were going wrong!

Dagger-5 arrived and entered the room.

"I'm here, I've got noth..."

He turned and thought he saw something.

Ordeith walked along the hallways. He liked this place, so empty, the perfect ambush capabilities. He knew he shouldn't have been so careless with the killings, but he was hungry.

Dagger-5 finally caught the thing he'd seen. An odd sight to be sure, a female vampire, with an assault rifle.

He fired several times, until finally it ceased moving.

Kirk and Morallis burst into the kitchen, giving it a full sweep. Kirk noticed the torillas still out from the raid a few days ago.

"Dammit Dagger 5...," he keyed the radio on, "Kitchen clear, moving to assist in medlab."

Saya stepped gingerly over the body. "Good shot Alex." She said.

ORdeaith heard gunshots. Again he laughed. He decided to use his disguise.

"One 'Victor' down, advise, more hostiles likely. Stay sharp."

Ed got up. "Eh, thanks, I owe you one." He ran a suit diagnostic, everything was fine, the concusion from the helmet hitting his head had blured his vision, but it had returned to normal. "Now lets find the rest of these things before we have a repeat of Stryker Island, shall we?"

"Thanks, that took more than it should have..."

He turned to watch the door, but smiled to Saya before he returned to a combative expression.

OOC: RS run D5 for be, I'll be on again in a bit over an hour.

Suddenly Saya ran out the door. She realised she had left the girl alone, inside an infiltrated base!!

"One 'Victor' down, advise, more hostiles likely. Stay sharp."

"Come one now, why can't we use 'tango'?" Victor had heard enough of those jokes in the Academy.

OOC: Roger that

"hey wiat, where are you going!" Ed franticaly got on his radio. "Crispy, Grey, any one! Assist Saya!"

Dagger 5, not wanting to leave Saya all alone, went with her.

Shortly after Kirk and Morallis entered the med bay and found Ed as well as the vampire.

"Sorry we're late to the party," Kirk said.

Morallis looked over the female vampire, then shook his head in disgust.

"This isn't the one we should be worried about, I'm sure of it," Morallis's face was set in grim determination, "We should keep looking. Where there's one there's always more and this one has the look of a grunt, not a leader."

"Exactly," Ed looked around. "We need to find it before it has the chance to vamp anyone else, so lets get moving."

When she got to where she had left the girl, she was fine, just taking a nap apparently. Saya woke her up and told her all about it. The girl looked scared and clung to Saya again. Saya told her to stay close and went off, her katana drawn.

The officers moved into the hall, each covering a direction. Their motion alarms were set medium sensitivity. Not enough to catch bugs in the walls, but more than enough to catch a crafty vampire who didn't want to be found.

Kirk frowned, "I don't know too much about the facility. Where should we head next?"

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Dagger 5 had covered Saya while she got the girl, thankful that she was alright. He wouldn't let anything happen to either of them.

OOC: Mereshka, I think it'd be easier of you took D5. If it's alright with you, of course.

Saya went back to try and find Ed, or anyone really. Although Alex was with her, she felt the need for big groups
OOC: Sure.

Ed thought he heard something and turned. Whatever he heard quickly dissapeared around the corner. He started down the corridor, it wasn't the wisest thing to do, so he announced his intention. "Harrison here, thought I saw something, going to go check it out."

Saya nodded, she zeroed in on where the transmission had come from, D5 and the girl right behind her.

John joined up with Saya, his E-19 sweeping the corridors, his armor full alert, his senses on high alert.

Ed turned the corner and found a grisly scene, four security officers lay in the hallway, bodies torn apart. "Things are getting a bit messy..." Then the power went out.

As Kirk and Morallis followed, a thought occurred to Joe.

"Wait, among the dead was a cook right? Why didn't we find him in the kitch-"

He was cut off as a figure jumped down from the cieling and landed right behind him.

"Big mistake."

Morallis dropped the rifle to its sling and pulled his shortsword. Just as the creature got ready to bite, he stabbed the sword through its open mouth and twisted. The creature screamed in agony before it dropped dead. It wore white khakis and latex gloves.

"Never mind, found him."

He continued after Kirk and Ed.

He caught up and saw the guards just as the lights went out.

Immediately the officers had their flashlights in one hand, pistols in the other.

"It just gets better and better..."

Saya nodded torwards John and kept going.

Ordeith was alerting all his high ranking Vampires in the building, about 4 of them. He told them that now was the time to start using mind games. The all grinned, assumed their disguises, and went to tell their subordinates who had the ability of disguises.

OOC: Just to tell you, by disguises I mean completely changing their appearence.

John fired at more vampires, and then brought out his saber, and slashed at vampires and yelled a rebel cry, and shot and slashed at more vampires..

OOC: It is kind of important that my character doesn't die, it would mess up several areas of my RP...

With lights and pistols in hand, the officers swept the area.

"Well this is just peachy," Kirk said as he put his light away and switched to night vision. Morallis did likewise. Cumbersome as it was, the armor had its advantages.

Morallis allowed a little of his hightened senses to come through.

"They're nearby. Everyone keep your guard up, we're almost on top of them."

He readied his pistol and kept moving.

OOC: Okay.
IC: Saya was affected little by the loss of lights, as a result of the failed UH thing, she could see extremely well, especially in the dark. She hacked and slashed at the vampires, trying to protect the girl, whom for some reason they didn't target. Probably prioritised by threat.

Captain grey grined, this was exactly what he was hoping for. He sliently drew his officers sabre and walked silently through the corridors. he was born in the far north, a place where sun light rarley reaches, and because of this, he was adept at huntig in total darknes..... Ed flipped on the field lights on his helmet, then flipped them off. Don't want to attract to much attention... then flipped on his night vision. Everything was the standard green at first, but the armors systems rapidly cleaned up the image, only leaving the faintest of greean around objects. So they're playing dirty now..eh?

One of the high ranked vampires decided to play with Ed. He dropped silently behind him and whispered into his ear, "Why are you still alive? You aren't human, you don't deserve to live". The vamp immeadietly jumped back to the ceiling, knowing he would turn around. He grinned, he was a very skilled vampire, not like the ones the squad was used to, it was damn near impossible to detect him, even with motion sensors.

OOC: Getting off soon.
IC:
Morallis gestured down a corridor that looked like it led toward the bunk areas.
"This way. Now that they know we know they're here the logical place would be the sleeping quarters to infect as many as possible. I'd wager there's more than a few down here."

More than wager he thought to himself I know

He sensed it rather picking it up on his gear. Morallis quickly scanned the ceiling, finding nothing.

"One's right on top of us. I can't see him, but he's here. I can sense his presence."

Ed pulled the slide back on his rifle. "So you want to play games huh?" He silently pulled the pin on a flash bang. "Play with this." he twisted the top and set on detonate on impact before throwing it. The enitre corridor filled with light and sound, yet the vampire was nowhere to be seen. "Tricky bastard..."

A second of the vamps decided to do the same thing with Morallis that the other was doing to Ed. He also dropped down, and did the exact same thing, except he whispered: "Why? Why do you do this? Why kill your bretheren, you are one of us, you know you are. You should help us."

Ed pulled the slide back on his rifle. "So you want to play games huh?" He silently pulled the pin on a flash bang. "Play with this." he twisted the top and set on detonate on impact before throwing it. The enitre corridor filled with light and sound, yet the vampire was nowhere to be seen. "Tricky bastard..."

The Vampire laughed softly and began to talk again, "Aha, so you know it to be true. That is why you react so, you know that you are a monster, an abomination, you deserve to die."

Morallis tensed, his anger building, "I'm...NOTHING...like...you!"
With supernatural speed he leveled his pistol on the vampire and fired a round right between the eyes at point blank range.

OOC: Looking like the post for tonight. UHC, you've got Kirk and Morallis. Just please don't get them killed :)

"Bad move, the SAS is the enemy that rules the night."

His helmet's integrated Night Vision kicked on and he saw everything, not that he'd have wanted to. His shotgun began thumping as he methodically unloaded on everything that had fangs and wasn't part of the TBCS. Finally the shotgun came up empty, he hastilly swapped for the TAR-21. He looked down at the girl, she was understandably terrified.

"Stay close to me or Saya, we'll keep you safe. I promise."

He started firing with the rifle, blue tracers slashing through the darkness.

The vampire taunting Morallis just laughed, And once again disapperead, "It takes more than that, I am a lord. Don't you know your own lords? You should at least know how to kill your own kind."
OOC: I've got to get going, the vampires will continue playing games like this. Try not to let it get to far without me please, I'll be back tomorrow.

OOC; uh... okay.

Ed laughed. "So what if I'm not human? A monster, nah, not my style. The same could be said for you, not human, hunted by people who know there stuff, face it, your species faces extinction if you continue this whole dominance thing."

The Vampir fell, Morallis stood panting. 'geez, turn dow the radio next time you have to shout." Crispy said. "briefing room is still secure, Grey and I are headed to the power station, see if we can't get these damn lights back on."

OOC: Gotcha, we can unload as much as we want, as long as we don't start killing lords then?

OOC; Done for the day, waiting for the head of the thread to get back on. I suggest we head for the breakroom thread.

OOC: Good idea, as much as I want to just keep the automatic weapons fire flying. Oh, RS, I think I'll pull my intro in that other thread now, just FYI.

OOC: It is kind of important that my character doesn't die, it would mess up several areas of my RP...

One of my Princes is under Urcean ground, but that doesn't stop him from signing documents. Is it too late to jump in, I didn't see this till later... And i suppose Canadstein just joined, maybe he can meet Vanek.... MUHAHAHAHA!!

OOC: Go for it, just don't start off-ing the lords until Mereshka gets back, we came to that agreement last night. I think Canadstein might have been doing a 1 shot cameo (he had a character in a similar unit which most of us were involved in), but if he comes back, I say go for it.

Off-ing the lords? Where are we?

Dagger-5 was once more pounding vampires with his 12 gauge. He knew that their current position in the hall was a nightmare.

"We need to get into a room, somewhere we can limit the angles they can attack from."

He began looking for anywhere he could take them for cover. He knew the next round in his weapon was a little special, a Dragon's Breath round. He locked the action, one of the modifications he'd had made.

"Get ready, its gonna be really bright in a few seconds!"

He couldn't wait for a response. He pulled the trigger.

The shell ignited and a massive gout of flame erupted from the barrel. It stretched down the hall, and engulfed everything in its path. After a few seconds it finally burnt out and the hall went dark again, in the failing light of the shell 5 saw a half dozen dead vampires.

"...And the lord said let there be light."

He unlocked the action, and cycled the spent shell out of the weapon manually. He quickly loaded a new salvo of tactical 00 buckshot.

OOC: I apologise for not being on yesterday or most of today, I really do. My internet messed up.

Ed flicked his rifle from corner to corner, the vampire was taunting him, and he wanted to make him pay. He could feel his temper rising, but he quickly stifled it, years of psycological conditioning leave all Union soldiers incredibly resistent to psycological torture. he had had it with this vampire, he tore of his helmet and let it roll down the hallway, his eyes instantly adapting to the pitch darkness, turning it bright as day.

Dagger-5 slung the shotgun and drew one of his XD pistols. As he started firing he realized that the vampires seemed intent on getting at the three of them. Either Saya hadn't told him something, which he considered possible, and no doubt probable, but anything causing this would be a bit of a bad thing to hide; he was of more interest to them than he thought, which he considered unlikely; or there was something about this girl they didn't know yet. This is the one he was planning to put money on.

He stared down the charred and still flaming hallway, he'd catch hell for that later, but he'd had a good reason so he wasn't scared.

"Saya, did you send out those party invitations? I told you no more than 50 people!"

He hoped that a little humor would lighten the extremely tense atmosphere.

The pistol clacked as the magazne emptied, they had to get out of this hall, he was running out of ammo. He reloaded and began going for more precise hits. The pistol hissed as he fired into the oncoming hoards.

'How long have these things been around?' he thought.

Am I in this mission because I'm sure you would like some help. :p

ooc: come on, we ought to getthis roling again.

bump-yah.

Dagger-5 reholstered the XD, and brought up its counterpart. He was running out of ammo very quickly. He empyied the mag and reloaded, then holstered the weapon. He glanced back at Saya and the girl, there was no way he could keep this side secure otherwise.

"Saya, keep an eye on the girl, and watch your back. I'm almost out of ammo back here."

In his slightly disjointed Japanese he told Saya what he believed about this girl.

"I think... I think that I killed her mother. I can't stand to tell her that."

He drew his chisakatana (pretty sure the plural would also be chisakatana).

"Well now you blood suckers, you think I wanna live forever? Come get some."

He took off with the weapons and stepped into the burning hall ahead of him. The vampires seemed to think he was suicidal, as several rushed up to meet him. He began slashing and variously attacking the vamps.

He knew the building was becoming unstable as he could feel the floor beginning to give way beneath him. He jumped back and the floor gave as he did it. The floor fell and landed in the room below, creating a ramp to his side, but blocking travel from their side. Several of the vampires below began making their way toward this new ramp.

"Oh what the hell."

He saw a series of compressed gas canisters, and realized that this had to a storage room, and that those were compressed liquid hydrogen canisters. The metal was thin enough for his TAR-21 to punch through. He brought it around, and fired one round. He'd loaded a magazine full of HEAP (High Explosive Armor Piercing) rounds, the bullet punched through the side of the tank and detonated. The room was engulfed in a fireball. Dagger-5 was thrown by the explosion, and landed back in the hall, not far from Saya and the girl. Once more the hall was burning.

"I'm going to get in so much trouble for that."

He got up and grabbed for his swords. He found that one was several feet away, the other was right in front of him. He tried to lift it, only to find that something was standing on it. He glanced up.

"Pitiful human, you thought that would stop us? A little fire?"

"I had my hopes."

He carefully reached for his dagger, a heavilly modified weapon patterned after the Fairburn-Sykes fighting knife. It slowly began to come down on him.

"You will make a fine minion."

"While I'm flattered by the offer..." He thrust upward with the weapon, puncturing through the creature's throat and between its vertabrae, it gave a choked gasp, "your firend tried to recruit me, and my answer's no different this time."

He jerked the dagger, tearing its spinal cord. It slumped, and he rolled it onto the ground, slitting its throat as he removed the dagger. He picked up the swords, sheathing one, and using the other in tandem with the dagger.

ooc: vdb, yes you're in this mission if you want to be, its in the tbcs base, so we don't need to leave.

Vanek stepped into the room. "Hey Dag-5," he said. He looked down. "Hmm, was that Daly? Yep. Nice job, he's hard to kill."

OOC: Dagger-5, the girl, and Saya are in a hallway, so I'm guessing he's in the store room I blew up.

IC:

"Only got him because he was a pompous theatrical piece of... ...there any ammo down there that isn't destroyed?"

He gestured to the burnt room below, he glanced around, looking for any more threats. It was clear.

"Probably not, it looks like we did a thorough job." Vanek took a sip of blood.

"Please, I just almost got bitten. Do you have to do that in front of me?"

He restrained a shudder.

"I know you have to do it, but twice now I've nearly been bitten, and that kinda reminds me of what I'd have to 'look forward to.'"

He checked the area again. It was still clear, he wouldn't be suprised if there was a vampire invisible around him somewhere.

"Really?" asked Vanek, putting away the jar. "Well, at least you have a brighter future then me."

He shrugged slightly, he wasn't really sure what to say.

"I'm sure there's a way to reverse the effects, some sort of treatment must be in the works."

He considered a moment and came to a decision.

"I'll bet that the Slaughterians are working on it, after all, they've historically had vampire problems."

He felt a vampire materialize behind him. In a flash he'd spun and slit the thing's throat, he then threw it down to hole. Pretty soon there'd be a ramp of corpses, which was a rather morbid thing to imagine.

"Any ideas why these guys refuse to quit?"

"Well, um, I'm not sure. I mean, if you like yourself, you want to stay that way, right? These guys like themselves. Mainly because I believe I'm the first vampire to have a conscience. And, what I meant about the future was that, our objective is to eliminate vampirism, right? Well then, what about me?"

"Hey, I admit I'm a bit of a hot-head, we all saw that on the first mission, but if I'm willing to accept you as a person, then I think this unit won't have a problem. I mean, we've got you and Morallis, and back in my home unit, we've got a damphir."

He paused a moment to check the area, everything was fine.

"We're not out to eliminate vampirism, we're out to eliminate evil vampires, besides, if anybody goes after you or Morallis, then I'll help ya."

He meant it, which suprised him, these good vampires, if slightly creepy, were rubbing off on him.

"Well, um, thanks."

OOC: "damphir."

What is that?

OOC: Dhampir (I screwed up the spelling) - The child of a vampire father and human mother. In traditional Balkan legends they possess all of the benefits of vampirism, with none of the drawbacks. They are believed to be able to see vampires, even when they are invisible to normal humans. As a result they are very effective vampire hunters. They possess generally heightened senses, however are not necessarilly more capable physically.

For the purpose of the Dhampiresa (the feminine form of the word) character I mentioned, she has better senses and very slightly heightened capabilities. Since she is the illegitimate child of a vampire she wishes to eliminate any evil vampires she can. She is one of the members of Dagger-5's unit, so on top of her 'dhampiric abilities' (that's not an actual term, but it sounds like a real one now don't it) she has the training of a super-elite military combat unit. She wouldn't so much see invisible vampires, as she would see a ghostly imprecise image, giving her a good idea of where the vampires are, but not a perfect image of where they all are hiding.

An Abbreviated List Examples of Dhampir/Dhampiresa in RL culture:
Rayne - Video Game: Bloodrayne
Saya - Anime: Blood: The Last Vampire (hmm... I wonder...)
Blade - Movie: Blade


Disclaimer:
I am not a Romanian story-teller, or a vampire-buff. I merely have quite a lot of time to search Wikipedia, I thank the people who have the time to find this stuff out for making me sound like I know all about this.

Ed looked around in the darkness, nothing moved, the vamp had appearently gotten bored toying with him and had left to find other prey. He spotted his helmet then slid it back on, activiating the low light filters. He checked his gear and ammo then turned to face the opposite direction, even if he wasn't human any more, he would still need someone to watch his back. He keyed into his radio. "Harrison here, Dag 5, Saya, Crispy, anyone give me their location."

"This is Dagger-5, Saya, the little girl, and I are in a corridor in the east wing. Look for the active fire sprinklers, and don't approach from the north, Saya's covering that way, and everything that passes by her is dying."

He paused a moment to look back at Saya, then continued.

"The south end of the hall is currently in bad shape, but I think you can make it okay."


OOC: Remember, the floor is gone for between 12 and 20 feet.

"The floors gone? Gonna have some trouble getting over that." Ed sighed. "All right, I'll risk it. But first, is there piping over the hole? Might be able to climg along that."

"Nah, it all kinda gave way. The framing on one side's exposed, you could take your chances with that."

He examined the framing. It didn't look like it was in that great of shape, which didn't suprise him.

"Oh, and if you could, get me some ammo from my room, I've nearly shot myself dry here."

"What type of gun do you have?" asked Vanek, rummaging through his backpack.

"3 in .45 ACP, one in 6.5 Grendel, and a 12 gauge Magnum. I've still got all the spent mags, but my guns are almost out of ammo."

He glanced up in time to see a vampire with an HK UMP coming around the corner ahead. He pulled his 1911 and fired twice, the vampire dropped, emptying its mag in the process, bullets riddled the wall, but none came down toward him.

"Well, they're starting to get the idea. Now they jst need to learn basic tactics and we'll be in deep trouble."

His voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Um, sorry, all I have are 7.62s for my M40 and my AK-47." He glanced down toward the vampire on the floor. "Oh, man, that was Howell," he said, looking sad. "He's my cousin. Anyway, nice job. I mean, this is for a good cause," he said looking down.

Dagger-5 nodded.

"Well, I try to only shoot Shenyangi ammo anyway, personal preference. I've tried the ammo from several other countries, but I haven't found any ammo that beat Shenyang's own Dectoral Ammunition Company."

He considered what to do next, and decided he really couldn't do anything except keep killing anything that tried to attack him.

The 1911A1 had another 6 rounds left in it. He hoped that no large groups came after him. He wasn't partial to fighting with blades yet, he was much more accustomed to gunplay.

"Hmm, maybe I should try it. Do you think we're done here?"

Dagger-5 glanced back, sure enough, Saya was still in the process of killing vampires.

"You can go ahead, I should stay here with Saya. She's still got a lot to deal with over there."

He pulled a throwing knife and whipped it at a vampire that was well away from Saya. It dropped, the knife embedded in its jugular.

OOC: Sorry I havn't been on much, I will try to, but I am getting busy.

OOC: My character's alone Caly. C'mon over.

John walked over to Vanek, after killing a lot of vampires and said shakily "Man, that was alot of vampires Vanek.."

"Yah," said Vanek, refraining from taking a sip of blood in John's state. "Are you cold, I have a blanket. Maybe we oughta leave."

A few more vampires, armed with various firearms came around the corner.

"Ah dammit!"

Dagger-5 emptied the 1911A1 and drew one of the swords. The vampires stopped at the edge of the gap, and began firing. Bullets impacted his armor, he wasn't going to let any fire pass him, that would jeopardize those he was protecting. He took several steps back, until he was nearly back to back with Saya and then took off in a run. Just as he reached the edge of the gap he jumped, sword in hand. He was lucky he didn't have much ammo, or he wouldn't have cleared the gap, despite having been a long-jumper in high school.

He landed at just the right point to keep going, and made a vicious swipe with the chisakatana. Several of the vampires fell before the blade. Alex felt a bullet graze his arm. He kept slashing until the vampires all lay dead before him. He bent down and grabbed a magazine and was pleasantly suprised.

"Apparently they all have expensive taste in ammo."

He took the ammo from the UMPs, which he found was Dectoral .45ACP. Not his favorite variety, but he wasn't going to be picky at this point. After reloading the spent magazines for his pistols he took another jump, and only barely cleared the gap. He didn't land so gracefully this time, and had to get up off the floor. Normally he'd have been embarrassed for screwing up the jump, but this was a survival situation, and he didn't care at this point.

OOC: Do you need some help Shenyang?

OOC: Nah, I'm fine, other than Dag-5's ammo predicament. What I need is, and I mean this as no offense to anyone, I need Mereshka to come back on here so we can get the ball rolling again.

Mereshka?

OOC: Yeah, since he started the thread, and thusly knows what we ought to be doing, it'd be nice if he could get on here so we can finish this mission and move on.

No, like "Mereshka? Where are you?

Ah, well, they were last on NS 5 days ago, no post then, so I think he can't get on here at the moment, but still. I can only stand there and protect those 2 so long.

Yah. :(

OOC: Continuing to keep this thread from dying, I post once more.

IC:
Dagger-5 was conserving what little ammo he had. Any creature that came to attack him met with his blades. The blades would definitely need to be cleaned, and sharpened when this was finally over.

At the moment he was only using his dagger, as he was more practiced with this implement than with his swords.

Vanek lept across. "Need help?" he asked Dag-5.

OOC: I am back, I will post more often!

IC:

John shot more vampires with his M-16 and shouted "I finally got a girlfriend Dag5!, she was my Weapon Systems Officer in the Imperial Cazelian Flight School!" He shot 5 more vampires and smiled to himself.

"Really?" asked Vanek, putting on a show of swordmanship for Dag5 against a vampire.

"Quit showing off and kill the SOB."

Dagger-5 wasn't trying to show off his skill with his dagger. Especially since he was one of the worse knife-wielders in Dagger Team. Mind you, he was still exceedingly proficient, but several others could make him look like a first time gang-fighter with a switchblade.

He resheathed the dagger and drew a sword, which was already covered in a thin coat of vampire blood. He kept fighting to the best of his ability.

"Heess... kinda..... hard...." Vanek squeaked out right before he got the winning blow. "Next... one.." he said in another duel.

"You gonna be okay down there? Vanek?"

He began to wonder if he would be okay. For that matter he wondered why he didn't just use a gun.

"Vanek, kill the SOB then use a gun, you're killing yourself down there."

Kirk and Morallis had their hands full just shooting all of the vampires. Well, Kirk had it tougher than Morallis, though the vampires persisted in playing mind games.

"Why do you persist in killing your own species? Monster!"

"Brother please don't kill me!"

However, it seemed to only incense him further. Exactly as planned. He fought harder, killing them more brutally. Getting sloppy. One slipped in behind him as he overjudged a blow with the butt of his rifle. Its fangs drew ever closer to the officer's neck...

Kirk turned and drew his pistol in one fluid motion, leveling it on the vampire's head and firing one shot. It split the creature's skull and snapped Morallis out of his rage.

"Don't lose your focus Joe. Rely on your training, not your rage. They're just another perp that won't surrender."

Morallis took a deep breath and continued fighting, though he was still very irate.

OOC: Dhampir (I screwed up the spelling) - The child of a vampire father and human mother. In traditional Balkan legends they possess all of the benefits of vampirism, with none of the drawbacks. They are believed to be able to see vampires, even when they are invisible to normal humans. As a result they are very effective vampire hunters. They possess generally heightened senses, however are not necessarilly more capable physically.

For the purpose of the Dhampiresa (the feminine form of the word) character I mentioned, she has better senses and very slightly heightened capabilities. Since she is the illegitimate child of a vampire she wishes to eliminate any evil vampires she can. She is one of the members of Dagger-5's unit, so on top of her 'dhampiric abilities' (that's not an actual term, but it sounds like a real one now don't it) she has the training of a super-elite military combat unit. She wouldn't so much see invisible vampires, as she would see a ghostly imprecise image, giving her a good idea of where the vampires are, but not a perfect image of where they all are hiding.

An Abbreviated List Examples of Dhampir/Dhampiresa in RL culture:
Rayne - Video Game: Bloodrayne
Saya - Anime: Blood: The Last Vampire (hmm... I wonder...)
Blade - Movie: Blade


Disclaimer:
I am not a Romanian story-teller, or a vampire-buff. I merely have quite a lot of time to search Wikipedia, I thank the people who have the time to find this stuff out for making me sound like I know all about this.

OOC: First off, I apologise for not being on in nearly a month. Secondly,you have me figured out Shen. Thirdly, and lastly, I may be able to get this rolling again. (If anyones interested) I will probably be getting on more often now. Not very often mind, but enough to set up missions and whatnot. (I hope)

OOC: Nah, I'm fine, other than Dag-5's ammo predicament. What I need is, and I mean this as no offense to anyone, I need Mereshka to come back on here so we can get the ball rolling again.

Mereshka?

OOC: Yeah, since he started the thread, and thusly knows what we ought to be doing, it'd be nice if he could get on here so we can finish this mission and move on.

No, like "Mereshka? Where are you?
OOC: My apologies friends, I had a sudden change in RL, and so couldn't get on much.

John fired some more rounds of .45 ACP at vampires, and regrouped with Dag4, 5 and Saya..

The two Civil Authority officers slowly backed toward the group, firing as they went.

"Do these guys ever run out?!?" Kirk yelled in frustration.

OOC: I assume people are interested in getting it re-rolling?

OOC: I'm still up for it.

OOC: Hmm.. Let me think. I may be able to discover a way to end this far to long Interval.

OOC: I'm still game.

As for figuring things out, I figured out the basics of the QCS from:
A flag
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The Composition of the Team.

Saya was a lot tougher to come up with. I'm not as observant as I thought though, since I missed that a dozen times.

OOC: Still in, is the final mission going to be for the true blood?

OOC: Yes UHC, it is. Next mission we find out where it is. Oh, and I won't be on much today. Should be able to start the next mission though.
IC: Saya's katana was blood soaked, she had lost count of how many vampires she had killed. Even worse, it was starting to chip. It took [I]alot[I] of force to do that to a Mereshkan katana.

Ordeith serveyed the scene of the slaughter, he was still disguised. He was confident no one would catch him. He finally shrugged, too many vampires had fallen. He sent the word for them to fall back.

Dagger-5 emptied the last reloaded mag. He knew that what was ahead was almost certain transformation. He'd just have to hold them off long enough for Saya to get away, then he could die, or kill himself if the need arose. He could feel some glancing bullet wounds, nothing he'd have too much trouble with, but enough to be irritating.

He drew his swords once more. Several vampires were coming toward him. They knew they had an advantage now. Then, suddenly, right when their victory was almost assured they turned and disappeared.

Looking back, he saw that those attacking Saya were retreating as well.

"Well, that was probably the second worst thing I've done in this unit, after shooting that woman. Any idea why they were after us like that Saya?"

Dagger-5 was winded, and his arms were sore from the extended battle. He felt a bit light-headed from the exertion. Still, he had a sense that he could have kept going much longer without succumbing to the fatigue.

He examined what was left of his armor. It was severely pock-marked, the small discs that comprised the main armor were all most entirely shattered. Slashes from blades played across the surface, and there were some singes from his fiery defenses as well.

He felt plenty of bruises from the various hits he'd taken that hadn't penetrated his armor. Just about the only thing he didn't feel were any punctures from fangs. He was greatly relieved by this turn of events.

"Hell of a break this turned out to be."

He leaned on the wall and looked around to be sure that it was still safe. Moments later he checked his pistols. To him it was sad to see that their slides were locked open, that he'd had to fire every round he'd brought.

Ed stumbled out of the hallway, his radio was dead and with the power still otu he hadn't had the chance to find the others. Physically, he was unharmed, mentally he felt like he had lost all of his limbs. Battle fatigue... he checked what was left of his armor, not much was. most of the torso pieces were shredded with gun fire and/or torn off. the leg pieces weren't faring to well either, most of the body suit he wore under the armor had been torn from stray bullets or sword wieliding vamps. He checked his radio once more before taking the radio (destroyed helmet atached) into a corner. "Screw it." he muttered.

Kirk leaned against a wall and slid down to the floor. His armor had several punctures and gashes and the helmet readout was fuzzy with the occasional wash of static. He could no longer hold his rifle, as it was incredibly hot from the constant use over the past few hours. The gun itself was fine, just intolerably hot to the touch.
He sighed and pulled a flask out of his belt. He pulled his helmet off and took a long drink from the flask only to realize it was empty. He looked it over and found a bullet hole in its side.

"Dammit I'd take the most war torn streets of any nation in the world over this...They'd better not have gotten into my room and ruined the rest it."

Morallis barely looked winded. In fact, he almost looked invigorated. Now that he could be more open about his condition he found the powers quite useful. He pulled off his helmet and took a swig from his canteen, wiping a little red off of his upper lip when he was done.

Dagger-5 removed the destroyed vest and dropped it to the ground. It was beyond anyone's help at this point. He was glad he'd brought another.

"That was the best vest I'd ever used. It survived more than I've ever seen one survive. Dammit, its shot, completely shot."

He checked his swords, they were severely dulled, a few minor chips, nothing he couldn't fix. His dagger had become almost totally dulled, and that would take more work to repair.

He looked at his pistols a little closer.

"Son of a *****!!!"

His 1911 had taken a .45ACP round to the side of the slide. He was amazed it still functioned, but he'd have to have the whole slide replaced. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm down.

His favorite firearm was in a state where it would never shoot the same way again, even though he had an almost identical replacement slide, it wouldn't be the same. That slide had over 80,000 rounds put through it, it was perfectly broken in, everything was how he liked it, and now he'd have to start all over. It might take him a year to get this one to the same level of familiarity.

Finally he reholstered the damaged weapon. He stared down the hall where the vampires had come from.

"You'll pay for this. No one damages Exeter and gets away with it."

He found his other weapons in order, and then looked around to get a grasp of the carnage. He guessed that the base would need some serious repairs.

Ed rounded a corner and immediatly saw Dag 5 eyeing his colt M1911 with sadness in his eyes. Ed checked his holster, sure enough, his M1911 was still there. He stumbled over to Dag 5, battle fatigue taking its toll. He undid the strap over the hoslter and handed the colt to Dag 5. "Think of it as a late wedding present." He pointed at the colt "Its seen alot of combat over the years, so its nice and ready for anything."