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East Ying Sandbox RP THREAD
Welcome to the East Ying Daily Sandbox. This thread is a place where you can play around with tech, have no limits to any perceived weapons, be any race, war mongrel wherever you want, and take on any race!!! This place was devised by East Ying for Fun purposes only. All rules set in place are only the rules set forth by admins/mods. The other basic rules are:

-No morphed alternate histories, like "I'm a version of the USSR!!! I declare cold war on you ________"

-Follow the rules set forth by admins and mods, please.

-Follow these rules too, obviously

-RP only, no silly wars like "Boom, the ship sunk because of a missile"... NO, please really RP....

-If there is anything anyone thinks should be added, do it in OOC.

-HAVE FUN!!!!

Summary of Geography:
NOTE: I'll have a map by Tuesday's RP.
The world is basically a big battlefield with really tall mountains spanning across the equator. Then, in the Arctic and Antarctic, there are 2 large oceans.

Story-Line
During a massive explosion of a large time-warp generator, new races were created and unleashed unto Earth, which was drained it's water from it's inhabitants. Earth's axis tipped, and the Himalayas spread across the whole world. The ice-caps melted, and were reserved. The world went to war for control... The rest, you make up!!!!

The Small print: If RPing on this thread causes alien invasions, CIA arrests, causes your computer to explode, makes you get divorced, or causes any harm what so ever, it is not all faults, blame it on Jolt Forums!!!! This is an official "East Ying Fun Co." Production, no copies in any way, including crayon drawings.....

NOTE:
You can have any race (Human, Goblin etc.)
Any Tech (17th Century, 20th century 31st century etc.)
Any terrain that's in the map that i described
EVEN SPACE!!!
It's a Free For All! Do whatever you want!!

My werewolf guys accepted?

There is a ministry in Alfegos, secret to all: the Ministry of Secrets. Past the reception desk and security checkpoint, there is an elevator. There are three floors. On the first floor down, there is a door: Door 2. Behind this door is another corridor, full of doors. These ones however do not link to other rooms: they link to other worlds. There are 27 of these doors. Door 2b is known as "The Sandbox".

Within it is a world that is best described as that: the normal rules don't appear to apply within it. It is filled with strange races and strange things, and as a result is where Alfegos tested its equipment. It was the training ground for the special forces, and the testing area for biological, chemical, radiological and nuclear weapons.

Today, they were testing a nuclear warhead in the area, for its effects. It was a 10-segment MIRV, each with a 100kt warhead. Over a massive area surrounded by mountains, about 1000 miles in radius, the bombs exploded.

They were watched via an uplink to the underground bunker, where the door had been moved. It was a strange door, occasionally changing shape, colour and even size. It was at the moment open. Out through it stepped a scientist, who quickly interviewed the operators of the radiological, seismic, heat, overpressure and EMP sensors, as well as the shielded cameras that recorded the blast effect on a strange artificial town of prefabbed military buildings, vehicles, civilian properties and pens of animals.

The squad of 8 paratroopers, each with a para-red beret, stood guard at the bunker blast door. They hoped that, unlike the rest of the specially assigned platoon, they wouldn't have to attack the werepeople that had come down last time.

Things were going as usual in the Temple of Methua. The priests were making the ritualistic sacrifices, the warriors were training, in sword, axe, spear, or simply tearing apart a man with their bare hands. The moon was nearly full, and it was almost time to sucumb to the song of Methua. Noone but a werewolf can understand the song, it is Methua's gift to his children. The meanest and most illiterate werewolf can describe it in the words of a poet, but not even the most artistic could fully convey their love for the song. Just then, a giant mushroom cloud appeared in the sky. One of the priests howled. "The men with metal spear throwers come again!! Methualgra, lets meet them. This is the territory of Methua! Let them know this!!"

The warriors raised up a howl with the priests, grabbed up their weapons, and ran, faster than a horse, towards the giant explosion. Not a one of them even considered the possibility that they might die. Methua was with them.

"We have the results for the primary blast and overpressure."

"So, remind the radiation results expected?"

"As an airburst with a Neutron-type bomb, there should be an immediate radiation pulse, picked up by the proton detectors, and a very low fallout amount."

"And the area-wide results?"

"Exactly what we were expecting: one of these missiles can destroy an area of about 200 miles diameter, and the damage to the artificial settlement shows that about an 85% infastructure damage rate is likely. Finally, we have movement on one of the camera posts from the werewolf city. I reccomend that we try not to intercept them, as we don't want what happened last time. Having to explain the Lycanthropy thing to project 17 while they lay there... this time, we wait for them to get through the blast doors. I hear this time they have been given silver bullets."

"It's gotta work. How many times do they show werewolves with a severe allergy to Silver? Well... I dunno. We have to send a team out to check the EMP sensors in the military buildings, and the radiation sensors. We also need to see what's going on with camera 23. Without it, we can't see the effects to the new military prefab design."
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The men got into position by the blast door. From the strength of them when outside, they would likely as not get through in a couple of minutes. On of them loaded a Minimi with a belt of rounds, while another pair manned an autocannon at the back of the entrance hallway. The radiation might mean that they were slowed down, if they had been hit by the pulse that was...

The werewolves reached the blast door. There were about 50 of them. By that time, a few had already went into a moon rage. As they reached the blast door, they began to feel strengthened. (I cahnged the silver thin a bit, they feel strengthened when near silver, but they still have the allergy when hit.)

The blast door confused them for a bit, until one of the Moon Enraged warriors rammed it at full charge, putting a dent in it. The rest of them got the idea, and started charging it, putting a dent with each hit, until it started to crack.

"They're coming! Make ready all arms, and prepare to seal off the interior of the bunker! Are section 2 coming?"

"Yes corperal."

There was the sound as all cocked their AF-07P rifles, all set to burst fire. The first magazine of 30 rounds were all silver. After that, they only had copper jacketed ammo to work with. The Minimi only had 50 silver rounds, and the autocannon had 12 Fragmention rounds, loaded with silver shards around an explosive centre. It would hopefully clear them away. If not, they could close the inner doors, and hope they were stopped.

"A couple more hits, and they're in. On my word....FIRE"

Two of the werewolves made one more charge, and broke through the door. Faster than the eye could follow, the leapt into the group of soldiers, they were in a Moon Rage, and resembled wolves the size of a warhorse, and they could easily crush a man between their jaws, which could exert a pressure of50,000 PSI, enough to crush a car. (Or so I would assume, thats a lot of pressure) The two werewolves instantly started to tear soldiers to shreds, and the rest of the werewolves ran in after them.

The soldiers in the front were killed instantly, before they could even let off a few shots. The 4 at the back, behind a concrete barricade, had a bit better chance.

The autocannon started up, firing off rounds that exploded in a fiery ball upon impact with the wall or the werewolves, while the rest of the soldiers continued firing.

"Shut the internal bulkhead! And where the hell are the re-enforcements when you need them?"

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Behind the internal bulkhead, the paratrooper section called in had been busy. By the door, they had set up a couple of laser tripmines, and at the end of the corridor, by the final security-locked door that lead to the bunker's interior, was a Gecko FAV. The soldiers had no idea how they had got the dune buggy into the complex through the small door, but were assured that the inter-universal rift was variable in size.

Atop the vehicle was an AF-87 recoil-less rifle, with the small laser designator pointed right at the door. Around it, 3 men crouched with their rifles. Behind the concrete struts in this final stretch of corridor hid the other four men, 3 with AF-07P assault rifles and the other with a backpack-mounted acid sprayer, the tanks pressurised fully with a total 0f 15 litres of Hydrochloric Acid.

In the room ahead, they could here the firefight. When would it be their turn?

The werewolves who were hit by the silver roared in pain. However, the ones who were missed, the ones whom the bullets nearly hit, attacked with renewed vigor. Ten of the werewolves were Mehtualgra, elite warriors, zealots of Methua. They waited in the back until the soldiers ran out of silver, then ran into the frey. For some reason, they did not kill opponents, but left them so badly mutilated as to be an inch away from death. About 17 werewolves had been hit with silver, and they were dead or dying.

The corperal lay there, about to die, while the filthy beasts around them began to pummel at the bulkhead. He reached with a blood-covered hand to a fragmention grenade on his belt, with bits of silver stuck sloppily around the outside shell.

"Die you bastards."

He used the last of his strength to pull the pin from the grenade and roll it towards the door, past the bodies of the rest of his comrades. 1,2,3...4

The werewolves howled as the grenade exploded, hitting nearly half of them, including three Methualgra. They all instantly dropped, as red lines where there veins had been hit ran up to their heart, rather like what lead poisining would do to a human. The priest, who had participated in the fighting, and was soaked in blood, raised his hand, and the remaining werewolves halted their attack on the bulkhead. Raising his voice, he said: "Alright humans, you win this battle. But hear this, we shall be back. I hereby declare a slaughter on your kind, the entirety of our race shall desccend on you." Suddenly he grinned evilly. "We'll be taking your wounded now. They belong to Methua." He gestured at the moaning humans, and his remaining warriors began dragging them out.

OOC: The way new werewolves are made is by mutilating a person, not a bite. You get to decide how many and which are like that. Or none at all, and I'll change the post.

(ooc: fear not. You didn't kill 5 of them, so you can have fun with them.)

"We thankyou for your kind words, priest. We will be here, ready to massacre the rest of your kind."

Once the noises outside had gone, and the blood-splattered proximity camera had been checked, the men rolled out. There was nothing but blood everywhere.

"Get some sample of the werewolf blood. We can't get the 5 guys back now, so we're going to have to upstage operations a bit. This is the only testing area we have now, since 2z and 2r were disconnected. Fortify this place like hell, and get something from project 3 up here. We are sure as hell going to need that."

The Gecko rolled out to collect the results from the test area, while the soldiers began placing barriacades around the destroyed blast door. Behind them rumbled out 3 modified M1A4 warhounds. Each had been made to be driverless, governed by a primative form of AI. They would be fun for the werewolves to figure out. Especially as the main gun had been replaced with a Minigun, loaded with silver rounds.

Behind them came a pair of LS-V trucks, one with engineer outfitting and the other with a load of concrete fortifications, pillboxes and land mines.

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After 8 hours, and the appearance of another unmanned vehicle (an M1A3 slinger Mortar carrier), the base was fortified. An entire company of paratroopers, 120 in all, were stationed inside and out, while the missile silo doors had been fortified and surrounded by a minefield.

Now let the werewolves come. Let them suffer.

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The corperal woke up. He felt himself being dragged along the ground and groaned. He felt as if his entire body was being burnt, and looked to see his skin changing in texture. He blacked out as he was dragged along with the werewolves.

The remaining werewolves, only 14, dragged the five back to the temple of Methua. One laughed and pointed at the groaning corparal. "Looks like this guy is already starting to change." It was true. His skin was starting to darken, and his nails sharpen, and elongegate. His mouth was already starting to grow longer, to support the sharpened teeth. As they reaced the temple of Methua, a preistess greeted them. She sighed. "Again? How many times do I have to tell you. You are Methualgra, not Turners." The Priest looked suprisingly humble. "My apologies, Beloved of Methua, but we needed more Lycans to replace the one lost." Shaking her head, she looked them over. "Next time, just wait for the pups to grow up. We don't need corrupted blood. Well, bring them to the Thelars." The werewolves nodded, and began dragging them off.

The ex-humans were brought to a small room, filled with cushions and plush carpets. It was filled with people. The women were small and petite, gentle-looking creatures, and far outnumbered the men. The men however, were all easily 8 feet tall or more, and more than made up for the womens gentleness. The women took one glance at the soldiers, and set about fixing up their wounds.

Outside, the werewolves were getting ready for war, and the priests had sent for the leaders of the other clans.

The corperal lay unconciouss as he was tended to. His junior corperal slowly woke up as he was tended to, and tried to struggle from them. But soon he fell back into the dark sleep the rest of them were in, as their wounds healed unnaturally fast while they changed species.

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Back at the bunker, now fortress, a lieutenant stood behind a concrete barricade 2 metres high, with slits in for observation and firing from. Behind him was a representitive from the ministry. In the distance, they could hear howling.

"So it begins. Bring the men not on external duty inside, and seal all the bulkheads. Get the men back home ready to sever the connection."

The women finished tending the soldiers, and wrapped them up in blankets as the turning progressed. One of the younger ones started playing with one of the soldier's helmet. She exclaimed over it, saying "Oh, theres no metal! How is this thing supposed to protect your head?"

The priest watched as the werewolves assembled. So far, only the Clan of Slaughters leader had appeared, bringing with him 300 warriors. The priest decided that it would do, and he sent fifty Methualgra to be the body gaurd of the general. They began the run torwards the bunker.

"We have incoming. I repeat, we have 350 incoming hostiles. Give the firing command to those topside."

Topside, two platoons of 24 men poked their heads from above the barricades. In total, they had 6 machine guns, an acid sprayer and two mortars trained on the enemy.

Starting 50 metres from the fortifications and going up to 5metres was a minefield. The touch of a foot would set a conventional charge off, dismembering whatever stood on it.

There was then a length of razor wire along the ground, before they could reach the concrete barricades. Hopefully, they would be stopped in time.

The machine guns began to open up, spraying the area with blue tracer as they fired off at a rate of 800 rounds a minute. Alongside, there was the thud as the mortars fired, delivering a 5kg warhead laced with wolfbane into the enemy ranks. Once in range, the rest of the men with assault rifles opened up with both rifle and grenade launcher, with 6 grenades arcing from the NCO's rifles towards the enemy, with coats of silver on the outside for anti-werewolf properties.

Underground, behind the blast doors, the 4 unmanned vehicles waited. Waited for the doors to be breached. Waited to give hell to the wolves.

The mortars and mines caused the most damage, throwing werewolves in the air, yet after falling back to the ground, some were able to get back up, often torn and bloodied, and keep on running. The razor wire did absolutely nothing, snapping as soon as the werewolves ran through it. The machine guns took down their fair share of werewolves as well, decimating the front ranks, but the werewolves were starting to answer Methua's call, and they kept on going, often with a leg blown out. The front werewolves finally reached the concrete barrier, and without hesitating the started to climb, their claws attaching to the concrete like a tree.

Back at the temple, the soldiers had finished changing, and the women took the blankets off, so as not to restrict them if they decided to go into a Moon Rage.

The acid sprayer opened up, covering the area with acid that soon began to smoke as it ate into the concrete. The men above desperately tried to shoot everything climbing up the barricades, but could do nothing, even when grenades were thrown.

"Fall back to the blast doors. Give them hell lads!"

The men not already clawed down ran to the shiny new blastdoors, where crouching in a circle, they let out a last burst of fire from their rifles. When the guns ran out of ammunition, they ran screaming to their dooms with grenades in hand and knives in closed fists.

"Fi Al'Fegos!!!! Nec'roar!!!!!!!!!!"

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The yelling above soon ceased. The machines saw the blast door being battered in, and went into action readiness. All the systems linked up to a central computer, the machines moved into formation. In total, 3 miniguns, 4 7.62mm machineguns and a 90mm mortar were pointed at the door. Their silent bodies hummed, while the engines and motors roared.

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The corperal woke up, shivering. Something was different. Yes, he had been dragged here by the rest of his kin, after... he couldn't remember anything, excpet a sensation of agony, and waking up here. He was wearing strange coloured clothes, with odd implemants hanging off of them.

"Where am I?"

The others were beginning to stir, without too many ill effects. One of them, formally a medic, was starting to thrash about violently though.

All of the werewolves stood ready to charge when the doors came open Despite all the damage, there were still about 200 left, including the elite Methualgra, and the Captain, who was by himself worth ten of those. Finally, the blast doors caved in, and the Lycans rushed.

The woman tending the corparal glanced up at him from the helmet she was still trying to figure out. "You are a child of Methua now. You are home." She said simply. She glanced at the thrashing medic. "He is experiencing his first Moon Rage. It would be wise to avoid him until it stops."

The engines roared in the four unmanned vehicles as they injected fuel into their exhaust. In seconds, the entire place was filled with smoke, and visibility was reduced to a few feet.

The infared sensors on the tanks had notified the targeting computer of all the enemies, and had opened fire, the bullets flying out into the area by the door. The bullets were a mix of silver ones and hollow-tipped ones filled with wolfbane. The armour they had was the equivalent of 2 metres of steel, in half a metre of ceramic cells a few inches square. It should keep the enemy out for a while.

The mortar fired, the shell whistling across the empty space into the smashed doors.

Suddenly, as the corperal sat, some memories came back to him. Especially when he looked at the helmet.

"It's made from kevlar. It's a fabric that can stop a bullet."

He looked puzzled for a moment.

"Why did I remember that?"
In the corner, the medic continued to writhe, his webbing having been taken off by someone else in the squad along with anything that could hurt him.

Several of the werewolves went down, and it seemed that their unmanned vehicle trick would work. But there were two things they hadn't counted on: A werewolve's, the smoke did absolutely nothing to their ability to see. Secondly, their awsoeme strength when in a Moon Rage. One of them rushed at a vehicle, rammed it, and sent it flying into another. The other werewolves got the idea, and soon they were throwing the vehicles all over the place.

Suddenly, as the corperal sat, some memories came back to him. Especially when he looked at the helmet.

"It's made from kevlar. It's a fabric that can stop a bullet."

He looked puzzled for a moment.

"Why did I remember that?"
In the corner, the medic continued to writhe, his webbing having been taken off by someone else in the squad along with anything that could hurt him.

The woman (girl actually, she was about 12) looked confused. "Bullet? I have no idea what that is." She looked closely at him. "As for why you don't remember, you have changed, and with some people, the Gift of Methua tries to eradicate the former species."

The vehicles smashed against the walls, the computers screaming as systems and sub-routines crashed. The mortar backed way, but was thrown at the door. It exploded, the force throwing the other two nearby vehicles away and causing them to set alight.

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The third line of defence was the corridor. It had been modified though. It was a straight line down, with a pair of machine guns and an autocannon at the end. Hopefully, they could kill a few.

There were only two more lines of defence: behind the final door, the many computers and other desks hid two platoons of infantry, with machine guns and flamethrowers much in evidence.

The final line was in the deep concrete room that housed the "door". Around it was a platoon to defend, and on the other side were 5 technicians, ready to overload the connection and thus cutting it off. Anyone left behind would have to wait until the connection was re-established, probably the door ending up on the other side of this world, or not at all. Hopefully, no werewolves would come thorugh.

And there was the revenge weapon: if the werewolves got into the final chamber, a missile would be fired at the werewolf settlement: the missile was tipped with a 2kg warhead filled with modified Anthrax, genetically changed to attack only werewolf DNA cells.

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"I see."

The corperal looked to the others. He still remembered them, but they did not remember him. He was the only oen with a memory still.

"So, why didn't you just kill me? I am a werewolf/human hybrid, and therefore could possibly challenge you..."

OOC: Hehe, you do realise that if you launch that missle, literally millions upon millions will attack you right?

The werewolves howled as they saw moonlight through a barred window. They seemed to gain strength from it. They rushed through the door into the corridor, the machine guns spraying them with bullets. Each werewolf took up to fifty bullets before finally collapsing, as now there wasn't any silver or whatnot. They were halfway down the hall before the first line collapsed, and the next line simply hopped over the bodies, and rushed at the guns. As the reached them, they simply tore them out of the ground.

The girl sighed. "Hybrid? No, you are wholly one of Methua's children. It would only be a hybrid if a human coupled with one of the werewolves." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Then again, you might still have some human in you, but a couple litters will wash that out."

The door began to be smashed in. The men were yelled at by their colour sergeant.

"We are all that is between them and the normal world. We will not let them get through. What will we do?"

"GIVE THEM HELL SERGEANT!!!"

"We will most likely all die, but what will we do?"

"TAKE THEM TO HELL WITH US!!!"

"Will we let them get to our free land?"

"NO SERGEANT!!!"

"Then make ready! I don't care if you run out of rounds. You will fight with a paperclip if you need, to kill these bastards. 3, 2, 1.... FIRE!!!"

48 guns began chattering, the machine gun spurting out the last of the silver rounds and a few crude rounds soaked in wolfbane.

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"So, if I was human, but now am lycan, who do I swear allegance to?"

The werewolves hit by those silver rounds went down, but once lead started to fly, they took it and kept going. At the forefront was the leader, who had decided to join the fighting. He was twice the size of the others, and three times as fierce. He, along with some of the Methualgra tore a path into the middle of the soldiers.


One of the male Thelar looked at the corparal. In a deep voice he said, "Allegiance doesn't come into it, pup. You belong to Methua now." He pointed at a hole in the ceiling where moonlight streamed through. "There, stand in the middle, feel Methua's gift, hear his song, and tell us that won't serve Methua."

The men fell back to a door barricaded with furniture and ammo boxes. They crouched there, firing off all the rounds they could until they had no more. Any who weren't killed as they ran out pulled out knives and grenades, throwing them at the enemy as they went beserk.

It was a rare occurance, but when it happened was known for its lethality. The Alfegos soldiers all had a similar genetic defect that came with their race: if they were exposed to near death, it tripped a lethal burst of andrenalin and other hormones, that gave the soldier inhuman speed and strength. Until the adrenalin overdose killed them 10 minutes later.

They screamed as they charged at the nearest figures, unable to see anything as their body went into the subconcious domain of control.

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The corperal stood in it, and felt a massive surge of power go through him. He stepped out of the way again, in fear. "I guess you are right."

The werewolves were surprised for a second, but then grinned. Here was a challenge. The humans were now the equals of a non Moon Enraged werewolf. The howled, adn dropped their weapons, closing in with claws and teeth.

The Thelar grinned. "Good. Now, go outfit yourself with weapons, it is time to test your skill.

"So it ends"

The men around the glowing door opened it, and walked through. On the other side, the technicians threw the switch. The doorway was suddenly enveloped in light, and glew brighter and brighter until there was only pure light. Then it imploded into a tiny sphere of energy, suspended in mid-air.

"The entanglement has held. We can go back once its cooled down over there."

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The men followed to the armoury, leaving the medic still spasming on the floor, but not as strongly.

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OOC: Sorry for being gone so much.

IC: The werewolves howled as the sphere of energy reached them. They all caught aflame as the sphere grew and grew, chasing the lycans as they finally turned and ran.

Afterwords, there were bodies everywhere. Only three werewolves had survived the blast, the leader and two of his bodygaurd, and they were all badly injured. They returned home, not sure what else to do.

The Thelar led the men to the armoury, and pointed to the walls covered in all sorts of medeival weapons, swords, axes, bows, crossbows, hammers, ect... "Go ahead, pick you weapons."

On the other side of the portal, the Alfegans waited, occasionally seeing flickers of shapes in the white collapsed bead.

"We wait a day. Then we come back. This time, we pull out all the stops for defence. We will not let them get us this next time. I have a little plan that the werewolves will not be able to even attack."

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The corperal reached onto the wall and pulled off a pair of long knives, while the men behind him took off a hammer, a flail, a battleaxe and two crossbows. He felt something hanging off of his neck, and recognised his assault rifle. It still had ammunition in it...

"So now what?"

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The leader was the only one who made it back. The others had all died of their burns. He went to the priest to explain.

The Thelar grinned evilly at the corparal. "Now, you will fight each other. And yes, that is live steel. The first thing you'll learn, is that you heal very fast. I highly doubt any of you will die. But, it'll still hurt I suppose." His smile faded. "And, yes, there is a reason for this. You need to learn how to use your newly gained enhancements without killing yourself." He gestured out a door. "That way is the training field."

The corperal spun the two knives in his hand as he walked out onto the training field. At once, he was set upon by the other three former members of his squad. He was surprised at their savagery, and spun round rapidly. The force of the blades hitting one o fthe attackers threw the attacker off into the side of the field.

The other two men backed off slowly. One of them dropped their bow and hefted a flail, three hideous balls on chains spinning around his head. The man to his side swung a battleaxe into his side, shaking the ground as he was knocked into the ground. The second blow sprayed blood across the battlefield.

There were now only two in battleworthy condition. After a few seconds of blurred activity that even the corperal coulnd't remember, he was lying on the ground as the other man raised his battleaxe. He suddenly collapsed surprised as the corperal let off three rounds from his assault rifle that still hung around his neck.

He stood up, a massive wound in his side. He looked at it as the blood quickly congealed and clotted, before the wound closed and healed. Within 40 seconds, it had gone. He turned around to see the rest of the men dragging themselves to their feet, wondering what had hit them. He reached forward and used a knife to cut out the bullets that had entered the chest of his "enemy", tossing the flattened pieces of lead onto the ground.

"Fair enough?"

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The bunker was deserted of all life. However, things moved inside.

The portal flickered, only the size of a marble. It suddenly changed colour from a dull red-orange to a blinding blue-white and expanded to fill the entire chamber. Around it formed the shape of a door: a massive hanger door. It slid open as 4 LS-V/U unmanned vehicles entered the chamber. They drove through an open blast door into the missile silo, drove around the massive ICBM in one of the 5 pits, then entered a massive cargo lift.

On the surface, they released their load: a VTOL jet. Ready for the counter-attack against the werewolves should they attack again. Behind them, the rebuilding crew and another paratrooper company had surfaced, to repair the bunker and to prepare for more testing: this time of chemical weapons.

The Thelar looked in surprise at the gun. "Give that to me.' He said, reaching for the gun. (Sorry for the short post)

"This is what all the soldiers use in my home nation. It has no silver in it, so don't be afraid."
He unclipped the strap, and passed it to the werewolf, first performing an unload drill to make sure the werewolf couldn't injure itself.
"AF-07P Assault rifle, taking 6.3mm AF rounds. Rather lethal against most things, including werewolves with silver ammunition."
He noticed the wince on the other werewolf's face as it examined the rifle.

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Purple - stripe gas was an experimental weapon designed for special purposes. It consisted of 5% Silver Nitride, 80% Wolfbane vapour and 15% Sarin. Something that might have an effect on the werewolves. All they needed though was some subjects to test it on.

As the jet roared overhead, performing a sweep of the area and dropping much-needed navigation spikes into the ground at stretegic points in a 80km x 80km square area, soldiers busied themselves digging trenches to bury the cylinders of the mix, the radio-detonators just visable atop the 80l cylinders. They were buried in a line 1km long in the direction from which the werewolves had attacked, and would be perfect when the wind was in the right direction.

An officer flicked a piece of grass into the air, and noted the direction.

"Alright: its goning in the right direction now. Get the werewolves out!"

Another legend heard by Alfegans was the tolerance of werewolves to fire: or rather, to a lack of it. A pair of cluster incedniary bombs on the nearest settlement, along with a series of photos, and they would know a lot more about werewolves and how angry they could get.

The Thelar looked over the gun, then crushed it between his palms. "You are never to use such heathonous weapons again." He grabbed a nearby sword. "These are the weapons beloved my Methua." Suddenly there was an explosion far in the distance. He leapt to his feet, "Alright pup, what was that?" He roared.

In a nearby village, the incederary bombs had gone off. The actual blast had killed very few, but maddened with pain, the more dominant werewolves began tearing each other apart, not knowing who to kill.

"Direct hit scored on village. Circling now to gather intel, over."

The fighter soared over at near the speed of sound, a silver dart in the unadulterated sky. It took two runs over the village at low altitude, easily heard yet unable to be seen, so fast was its travel. The small camera mounted on the underside began to chatter as it took hundreds of pictures of the strange, medieval village that their enemy appeared to inhabit.

"It looks like they're infighting. They don't know what hit them."

"Command to Bird-1, can you slow down and fly in order to lead them to the gas line?"

"Will do."

The fighter slowed down, so it was now easy for the werewolves to see. It flew over the stunned village again, before slowing to a complete stop, and appearing to hover in mid air as the engines slowly lowered it onto the ground just outside the missile silo, amongst the concrete revetments and the horrible tangle of concertina wire, barricades, mine warning signs and artillery emplacements.
The men in the fortified base, another company of paratroopers, rested uneasily. They had been warned of the threat, and had loaded up with bullets tipped either with silver or with wolfbane (A herb supposedly able to cause severe damage to wolves, and possibly werewolves.) However, some of the men had shotguns with large blue bands painted on the end of their barrels: these were SHOCK-equipped weapons, firing a charged gel that would unleash a 5-second shock at 7200V to stun the target: they wanted some werewolves for research into their species, and had been unable to secure any live or dead werewolves, since they werewolves always removed the dead bodies of both theirs and the humans. Perhaps an electric shock could stop them. If not, the men were perfectly happy to drop the guns and resort back to the tried-and-tested rifles, or use the long sword-bayonets with silver electro-plating.

There was a platoon in the external fortifications, a platoon inside the base itself getting ready to shut the now fixed and re-enforced doors and traps, and a platoon in full NBC warfare kit in hastily-dug trenches a few metres behind concertina wire and the row of gas cylinders, ready to fire if the gas did not kill the werewolves.

The werewolves that had managed to put out the fire, looked up at the airplane, and finally had something to attack. Theey charged in the direction the plane had gone, and were soon to be followed by others from the Temple. The humans may have had superior technology and knowledge, but they had made one mistake. The had waited too long. The moon was rising, and in this world, the moon is always full.

"Incoming Luna'iabads! (Alfegan for Moon Devil). Fire off the cylinders now!"

The kilometre line of cylinders, spaced at intervals of 10 metres, burst at once. A massive cloud of gas formed in seconds, a sickly green colour from the wolfbane added. With the wind behind it, it began to creep towards the village.

"Get the fighter in the air, and lets see what this is doing to them!"

The fighter lifted off half a minute later, its camera swivelling around for viewing and its nose mounted cannon and group of 6 LONGBOW IV cluster-missiles preparing for a possible attack on the enemy. As it flew over, the pilot could see that the enemy was obscured by the cloud of deadly poisons, both to humans and werewolves.

"Unable to see targets! Switching to IF on next pass!"

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The corperal bounded alongside the werewolves as the ran down towards the chemical cloud. Only he though knew of its danger.

"STOP! Don't run into it! You'll all die!"

He watched in despair as the former members of his squad, their wounds now invisible, bounded towards the distant shape of the missile silo and underground bunker.

(So you know, the complex is in two sectors: there is the main bunker, with the heavy concrete fortifications around it, and just behind it is the silo doors to the underground missile silo. There are three layers of 8m thick and 3m high razor wire, each with a 50m sector of open ground filled with jumping mines, about 5% with improvised silver fragmentation warheads: you say which ones you hit. The fortification walls are 6m high, with machineguns pointing out towards the enemy from small loopholes in the wall at the top, with an 80mm field gun in the centre of the walls next to the main bunker doors. Inside, you already know what it is like.
BTW, does magic exist in the world of the werewolves?If so, I think we could have even more fun!)

OOC: Yes, there is magic, although only the Thelars, like the bloke teaching the corparal, can really bring it all out. The average werewolf has a bit of magic, but they have to be trained to use it. Priests are selected because they have more than average. And, humans turned werewolf, are the ones able to become Thelars. Thanks for the info by the way.

IC: The Thelar glanced down at the corparal, then pointed at the moon. "Methua is with us, pup, and we are invincible." He continued to run towards the base. The first line of werewolves reached the gas, and imeadiatly began to cough and retch. Such reactions meant that if the moon wasn't out the would have died.

(OOC: I think I may have a couple of humans develop it in this land... I think that it would be rather interesting bit on the side)

The plane shot over, its autocannon flaming as it gunned down the werewolves in the cloud.

"They aren't dying!"

"First Platoon, get your sorry arses ready to engage the enemy. 2nd Platoon, lay down as much fire as you can, and get the artillery working! 3rd Platoon, get ready for lockdown. Bird-1, keep them off as long as you can.

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The 24 men in the first platoon ran to their firing positions, a variety of customised weapons ready for firing. The experienced ones had shields on their backs, as well as mail instead of kevlar armour and longswords in their belts. They weren't going to be taken this time.

Behind them, inside a small 4X4, the platoon officer yelled orders across the radio, the roof gunner on a 12mm machine gun shaking as he aimed towards the massive cloud still creeping away from them.

"The fighter says they're about 50m from the cylinder line! I want ripple fire along the lines!"

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The corperal coughed as he ran through the cloud, but he knew that it woulnd't kill him this time. How much power, to be a werewolf! He was on a wave of adrenaline as the silver bullets and explosives began to tear up the ground around him.

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Private Hyu'lo shook as he aimed his rifle towards the distant trenches, from atop the fortifications. He didn't know whether he would survive a second time.

The first werewolves burst through the cloud, already changed into full wolf form, and at a point past ecstasy. The leapt into the first line of humans, letting their pure animal bloodlust take over. The Thelar had not even coughed inside the cloud, so close was he to Methua.

OOC: Hmmm... The spread of lycanthropy in the real world. I like it.

"Fi..."

Before he could utter the words, the werewolves had lept into the trenches. The screams echoed along the length as volleys of silver bullets shot above heads. The few men able to had drawn swords and shields, and charged furiously into combat, at least half of them going into adreneline overload as they fought for their lives with silver-edged metal.

The officer started up the car as the werewolves hit the defensive "speedbump", and had the accelerator touching the floor as the jeep shot off towards the fortifications, the roof gunner firing off round after round of silver towards the werewolves.

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Atop the fortifications, the men began to fire. The entire structure shook as the field gun fired, a huge 50kg cluster shell laced with silver and wolfbane flying off towards the trenches, a massive explosion shaking the area yet again as it exploded just in front of the trenches, in the path of the oncoming demons. Surely they couldn't survive that?

The machineguns began to chatter as alarms sounded, heralding the lockdown of the bunker.
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Hyu'lo lifted his rifle in shaking hands, and flicked up the battle sights. A pair of orange dots high on the range scale marked where he was aiming. He pointed it at where the enemy was about, and began letting off loud bursts alongside his comrades. From the looks of it, and from the light of the full moon, he knew that he was not going to live.

The Thelar laughed as he ripped a human apart. This was what he had been made for! A voice deep down said that he was killing his fellow man, but he pushed it down. Just then an explosion shook the ground, and an entire pack of werewolves were thrown into the air. He frowned. That was not good. More than two thirds of the pack were not getting up. He then knelt down, and prayed for Methua's strength. He finished, and stood up, grining, ready to release explosions of his own.

The artillery crew quickly reloaded.

"Looks like we got a few! Aim just a little bit closer..."

The gun roared.

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In the trenches, men fiercely fought against creatures more agile and more powerful than they, yet tried to keep fighting. In some areas of the trenches, buckets of grenades without their pins were being thrown at the enemy charging over their heads or along the trenches, in a desperate attempt to keep them at bay or at least to try and die without the fate of becoming one of those demons...

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Hyu'lo smelt something on the wind, and started shaking more violently. He saw a werewolf in the distance acting peculiarly - praying! Then, as it stood up, he saw a ripple of refracted air shoot outwards from the werewolf, with a blinding light only he could see. The only thing he could think of describing it was as magic.

"Listen to me guys: get your heads down NOW!"

The grenades only brought down a couple, but the artilery was starting to cause havoc. Those that didn't die went beserk, attacking quite literally anything.

The Thelar saw one of the humans telling the others to get down. Because of that his magic missed. He gritted his teeth. He turned to the corparal. "Alright pup, heres you first test." He pointed at the private. "Get him. Do to him what was done to you. Do not kill him." He turned away, and began destroying the artillery.

"Reload! And..."

The artillery crew were cut off as a blue bolt of energy ripped a gouge in the wall, turning the gun into a molten wreck. Hyu'lo managed to get off of the concrete wall and into the thick cover of the concertina wire as the ammunition exploded, the shockwave deafening him even with earplugs in, and forcing the air from his lungs. The shockwave threw up dust as it shot across the land, with a rain of flaming concrete, metal and flesh around him. He didn't think that anyone had survived, until he saw four men still breathing, with an AAT-87 missile launcher aimed at the werewolves who had now all but massacred everything in the trenches. He saw a werewolf bounding towards him, the mines not appearing to effect him as it lept over razorwire mountains. As it came down on top of him, he saw everything slow down to a crawl. As he watched the werewolf coming over him, he felt a cold like liquid nitrogen pour slowly through his body. As his vision flashed from normal light and through many other spectrums, a pure bolt of light shot from his body.

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The corperal had spotted the target, and was about to crush him into the ground before something strange happened. A massive bolt of light shot from his target and into him, causing him a pain he had never felt before as he was thrown back far, into the middle of a minefield. Something made him stay very still: the last vestages of his human mind fading as the pain spread throughout him.

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Inside the bunker, the lights flickered, before turning back on. The computers had just gone hyper, recording a massive level of what appeared to be some sort of radiation, at only one sensor on the outside of the fortress. The remaining cameras had shown them what happened when the artillery magazine exploded. It was a matter of time before whatever was out there came in.

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The fighter only just managed to pull up from the sudden dive as the energy restored to the systems. The pilot knew something big had jst happened, and it wasn't the smoking cloud over the bunker that had caused that. He got in control, before firing off four of the 6 missiles at the enemy position. He had had enough of watching the humans suffer. The other two missiles were reserved to make the werewolves feel what he felt.

The Thelar looked in surprise at the bolt of light. "Wha... Amazing." Pointing at him, he called upon Methua, saying simply: "Come. Come to me."

The werewolves finished off all the humans in the trench, then climbed up the other side, running towards the rest of the humans. All of them were no transformed, and they howled as they charged.

Hyu'lo walked through the minefield, the mines exploding around him, yet the shrapnel flying off at angles as if an invisible magnetic field surrounding him, the concertina wire attempting to get from its frames to wrap around him.
He did not know what had happened to him, but guessed he didn't have much time or strength to use it: when he had felt that great bolt of light exit from him with a wave of pure warmth and ecstasy, he had also felt great tiredness, and did not want to exhaust himself.

The missile launcher team fired off a missile into the advancing lycans, as Hyu'lo threw down his rifle and picked up one of the SHOCK shotguns, blue-marked shells in two magazines beside it. He loaded up the weapon, and began to fire at the enemy, the shotgun not drawing to him due to its mostly-plastic construction, since it was carrying such a load.
A blob of sticky material shot through the air, followed by others aimed at the werewolves. Something to enjoy watching when it hit them: a few thousand volts for a few seconds would be enough to hopefully take some down.

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The fighter streaked off to attack the village the werewolves had come from. Revenge, for the pilot. The two cluster missiles blew massive clouds of material into the iar, as the pilot came in low to strafe the villagers with the autocannon rounds, jets of dust exploding around each of the fast-moving HE projectiles. It was a massacre, he knew, but equal to what the werewolves were doing over by the smoking ruins of the surface fort.

The only ones left in the village were women and children, and they had no chance. They screamed as they tried to hide, but their simple huts were no match. They were all ripped to shreds, or caught in the blast.

In the battle, the werewolves heard those screams. If they had been beserk before, now they left all reson and sanity behind. They completely ignored all wounds, and went into an unbeleivable killing spree, to avenge their fallen mates and pups. They ran right through the minefield, ignoring the sharpenel that imbedded itself in their flesh.

The Thelar was no exception to the mass bloodlust. But with his size and strength, it was even more terrible. He ran to fulfill that bloodlust.

The werewolves bounded towards the men cowering behind the ruins, sword-bayonets drawn and pistols held in fearful hands. Rounds echoed around, and mines exploded as the werewolves made for them.

Hyu'lo stood amongst the chaos, shooting at whatever werewolf came into his line of sight. He was having trouble seeing again, as the image he was viewing jumped into ultraviolet and infared almost randomly. He saw a massive werewolf running across the danger zone, the one which had blown the fortifications to shreds. He would have to try and take him out.

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The fighter banked around, coming back towards the base. It had almost run out of fuel, and needed somewhere to land. Somewhere where he wouldn't be torn apart.

It came down as slowly as possibly, without stalling, and touched down on a strip of gravel to the side of a river a few miles away. Here, he would sit it out until he could get back.

OOC: Again, sorry for the lack of postage, kinda busy.

IC: The werewolves collided with the humans, ignoring the bayonets now sticking out of them, they were seemingly oblivious to pain. (Hmmm.... If you think about it, it's almost like they're on PCP.) The started to rp the soldiers to pieces, howling and usually frothing at the mouth.

The Thelar turned just as he reached Hyu'lo, now a wolf the size of a rather large horse, he leapt at the humans throat.

A sudden drop in the temperature around Hyu'lo was accompanied by the realisation that he was about to die. In the area, time slowed to a crawl, before giving up and stopping all together. In the strange world where all the noises from around were compressed to a single continuous scream, Hyu'lo managed to pick up the strength from his exhausted body to drag himself sideways and out of the way of the approaching beast. As he did so, the empty feeling stopped, as did the local temporal anomaly. The battle continued all around.

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Another alarm began to sound inside the bunkers underground, as heavy weaponry, high explosives and door braces were put into place around the main bulkheads, most of which were now welded down and sealed with quick-dry concrete, to impede progress as much as possible.

The portal had begun to change, loosing its shape of a door and forming a large square of pure white light. In the control room to the side, the entire board was lit up with red lights.

"It's closing! Get a signal back to the Ministry before...."

The portal collapsed in onto itself, forming a tiny white dot, that slowly cooled until it disappeared entirely. A silence descended on the area as a ripple of refracted air expanded outwards from the area, slowing time around it before speeding out again. The generators began couging wildy, badly affected by the change in speeds in the turbines, and spun down to zero power. They were trapped now. Trapped in a world with no escape and with monsters about to take a silo with a nuclear weapon and Æmillions of equipment. What could they do?

Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs, Research Island

"Sir, the portal is almost ready, we will begin activation in 5 minutes."

On the island the MBSA had been researching teleportation, alternate dimensions, black holes and the like. When a researcher managed to open a worm hole to a unidentified place they put all their research into it. A team of specailist had been assembled, similiar to the Stargate programs, except there duty was to get to the bowls of hell and find what is happening there. The 20 men checked and double checked their guns, rockets, and supplies. They were going to bring with them enough supplies for 5 days if need be. Leading the operation was Lut. Colonel Vincent Rodriguez of the MBSA.


"Opening in 2 minutes!"

the tension was astounding, this metal ring in front of them was the end result of years of research. What laid beyond it was beyond imagination.

"sixty Seconds!"

It could be death, chaos, hell, heaven, god know what, assuming he was even there.

"45 seconds"

"Ohh come on just open it up!" Vincent yelled up to the command center. Behind him two Ironheart IFVs stood with thier cannons aimed at the ring, high explosives and rockets were all ready in case something came this way...

"30 seconds."

Behind them Generalissimo Canarias had been invited to watch the opening of a new dimension....

"15..."

"lets hope this works"

"10....9....8....7..."


Everyone aimed their guns and walked up to the rink, it was beginning to glow and a white light circled the inside

"4....3....2..."

A blinding light....then a rotating cirlce of clouds and light, similiar to the top view of a hurricane was in the ring. Until it faded away and a green pasture was viewed. The team walked in, Operation Sandbox had begun....

One of the damaged boards that had just been kicked back online was showing some odd readings.

"It seems there is a temporal storm gathering just on the edge of the sensor range."
"Bring it onscreen."
The monitor began alternating between clouds of static and a coloured map of the region, showing a black map with a dull purple glow over the bunker area and a brightening region 80km to the north, right on the edge of the permieter sensor and warning zone.

"Is it command trying to reopen a portal?"
"No, they don't seem to be using standard entanglement methods. It looks like it's a wormhole burrowing through."

The equipment in the base flickered again, before the systems clinging onto life desperately tried to keep going.

"It's gone now: seems like only a temporary opening. Who was that?"
"Not the government: they scrapped wormhole technology after that incident in the Mountains of Solace. It might be another, or something else. If it is, they'll let us know."

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On the green fields where the Mokastanans had landed, a buried probe began to transmit proximity information of humanoids entering the area. About 5 metres behind it, a 1m high earthern mound stretched off into the distance, following a curved pattern. Every 200m, there was a large sign proclaiming in multiple languages that the area was property of the Alfegos Government, and that the land was dangerous. It further pointed out the location of a wireless communication point located 4km from the team's arrival, for contacting any personnel in the bunker.

In the very far distance, out of sight behind a row of hills, the battle continued to rage. Further to, five perfectly hemishperical craters hundreds of metres wide were spread out across the area, with nearby patches of dead creatures. An area used for testing of CBR, conventional and very unconventional weapons, with the occasional destroyed vehicle, structure or abandoned equipment stash.

OOC: I havent read what was going on so it seems more like a WTF is going on here learning....

IC:

Lut Colonel Rodriguez looked around him. The area seemed oddly like earth, but different somehow. His team looked around in awe, where were they.

"Ok team, lets see if anything works like it should."

They scanned for GPS and air type, the air seemed breathable. However the GPS was acting funny, it seemed to be getting a signal from something but couldnt identify their location. The same with the compasses and radios. For a minute there is seemed like they were lost in a foreign place where no one knew nor new how to get back...

"Sir, when do we go back."

"After we figure out what this place is. The portal is to reopen in 30 minutes, then 4 hours, then 24 hours. That will be the exit."

Two scouts were moving out ahead of the team to see what the surrounding areas held. They ran back to find the Colonel and at first the team aimed thier rifles thinking they were being chased.

"No no no, sir, you have to see this. You have to...fegosian troops are here."

"WHAT THE HELL?"

The team moved on and saw the sign proclaiming this area owned by the Fegosian government and it was dangerous.

"What dangers are here? God damn we are so in the dark here."

"Shut up corporal. Wireless communication huh. Try to get them on the radio, if no one responds, then we will head there. Leave a team of 10 here to wait for the portal to reopen. The rest of us will go if we have to."


"Attention Fegosian Forces, this is Mokan Scout one, Do you copy over."

(OOC: It just developed... do WTF you want here, just try not to conflict with what is going on between the Fegosians and the Werewovles, since it may cause difficulties if we meet up.)

"Faint inbound signal. Magnify."

They were rewarded with a blast of static as the radio antennae on the surface was destroyed by an explosion, followed by silence. The generators were starting to be turned back on, but in the lingering temporal aftereffects were acting oddly.

"Right, it appears that they are able to communicate with us, yet since we've just lost that radio...does the internal one work?
"Since we didn't renew the EMP protection on the outer bulkhead, that should work. Temporal readings in the area show that we should only have a signal lag of half a second afterwards, and decreasing."


*static* This is Fegosian testbase *static* are currently unavailable to help due to *static* by Werewolves and have just *static* power to most systems after temporal *static* don't enter past the earthern mound due to lethal contamination by *static*make your way around to communications point Beta Ten and *static* until there is rendez-vous. If we do not arrive within 2 hours, then DO NOT approach the area. Time storms are popping up after that and are causing *static* timewarps. I think we're bre*static* no*static*SHI*static*


"We've just lost the signal. Stay here to see if we can get a reply, and I'll see if we can get the mast nearer to the open."

OOC: how big is the sandbox, I have my own ideas to develop in here, have you ever played the game "breakdown"?

IC:

*static* This is Fegosian testbase *static* are currently unavailable to help due to *static* by Werewolves and have just *static* power to most systems after temporal *static* don't enter past the earthern mound due to lethal contamination by *static*make your way around to communications point Beta Ten and *static* until there is rendez-vous. If we do not arrive within 2 hours, then DO NOT approach the area. Time storms are popping up after that and are causing *static* timewarps. I think we're bre*static* no*static*SHI*static*

"Werewolves? time storms? timewarps? What the hell are they talking about?"

"I don't know, lets just get to the remote communication center. Keep them guns up boys. We don't want to run into anything that we cant kill."

With that 10 men were left at the original LZ, if you could call it that, and the other 10 began the hike to the communication center. Keeping their AM-07s up and ready for anything that may show up. Along with that 2 men carried M3 weapons systems with AT round in case their was anything too big. They moved in standard commando tactics. In about an hour they would be there.

(OOC: The sandbox is infinetely large... do what you want in the empty parts of infinite size. Sadly, I don't remeber playing Breakdown.)

"Any reply?"
"Not yet."
"Just keep an eye on that monitor though. If we are hailed again or there are other temporal disturbances, give me a yell."

The technicians ran off to where some of the others were dragging the large radio antenna towards the ICBM silo area, where they would hopefully be able to get a decent signal.

Deep inside the Mines of Moria, once known as Khazad-Dhum

Deep-King Kavekk was not happy. The shaman of his tribe, Ibldribit, had not delivered as he promised. The portal was not ready yet and Kavekk's warriors had been waiting for nearly two weeks. Two weeks! Two weeks of no fighting, no feasting, no foraging, no forging of weapons, no flinging (food, that is), no farting... on second thought, the goblins did fart, a lot. Kavekk’s warriors had been milling about, farting all the while, waiting for the portal to a new world, an unconquered world, a world which had never before seen a goblin horde in action. Well, truth was (and Kavekk knew this), that a goblin war party was no match for elves, dwarves or even men for that matter. But a goblin Waaagh! could take just about anything, so long as they were winning.

Just as the Deep-King was about to come up with a very philosophical thought about winning, Ibldribit approached him. “Me lord, thee portal is about to be opened-itated*” said Ibldribit in a very nasal and decidedly British voice, “You must bring-itate thee sacrifice to thee cabal.**”. Kavekk looked at Ibldribit and sneered in contempt. The shaman was a wretch, dressed in filthy rags, stooped with age and abuse, his face was a pale white, unlike most goblins, he were green almost to a fault. The shaman also smelled like moldy cheese. If Ibldribit was not so useful, Kavekk would have killed him with his own two hands. “Fine, I will give-itate him to thee. But thou art not to use-itate thee sacrifice for thy own pleasures.” Kavekk looked almost angry about this, which he was, the last time he had given a prisoner to the cabal, the cabal had eaten the prisoner and not invited Kavekk to the feast.

“Yes me lord, thy will shall be done-itated.” whispered a frightened Ibldribit. Kavekk ordered two of his bodyguards to fetch the prisoner. They ran quickly; glad to be away from the stinky shaman. Kavekk began to pace back and forth, brooding. He muttered under his breath about bad luck, shamans and cheese. Just as Kavekk was about to come up with a very philosophical thought about bad luck, shamans and cheese, the bodyguards returned with the prisoner. “Ah, our guest!” Kavekk cackled in apparent delight.

“Art thou ready to die, stuntie?” asked Kavekk.

“Not be’in nearly as ready as ye are, vile grobi.” spat the dwarf.

“Art thou make-itating a jest?” Kavekk sneered.

“No siree, I be telling ye the truth. Ye wert ready te die the day ye ‘ad been born.” the dwarf quipped.

Kavekk punched the dwarf in the mouth. His green knotted fist cracked against a large bearded jaw. Kavekk yelped in pain. The dwarf had not even flinched. As Kavekk turned away to cradle his hand, the dwarf spat a mixture of blood, saliva and tooth into Kavekk’s right eye. This earned the dwarf a kick in the shins and another yelp from Kavekk.

“Did’na yer Matter naver tell ye, naver punch a dwarf in the face? Ye prob'ly broke yon dirty ‘ickle paw on me jaw!” laughed the dwarf, “That wert as good enough revenge for me as I may aver get in the rest o’ me life!”

“Take thee villainous abomynation ‘way!” shrieked the Deep-King, “He has given me enough reason to kill him for he is a wycked beaste!”

Drums made of ancient troll skulls began to sound at the bidding of the cabal. The goblins began to work themselves into a mad frenzy and began to surround the altar that stood in front of the yet to be opened portal. The dwarf was half dragged half kicked to the altar that stood before the portal. The altar had carvings adorning every side, depicting great goblin battles, many goblin heroes and a large, menacing Balrog on the side facing the portal. The skulls of there enemies were piled before the altar, between it and the portal. The dwarf was placed on the altar, held down by nine goblins, two to a limb and one to hold down the dwarf’s head. Ibldribit approached, carrying a large, rusty, wickedly curved knife in one hand and an old, incense-filled censer in the other. The smoke from the censer smelled like cheese. He slowly hobbled up the steps with the help of two younger goblins, both of whom looked none to pleased.

When Ibldribit reached the top of the steps, he raised his arms for silence. The goblin horde did something that Deep-King Kavekk had thought to be nigh impossible up until that moment, the goblins shut up. Not one creature in the entire cavern made a single noise; even the dwarf had stopped screaming his oaths of vengeance. Ibldribit handed his censer to the goblin on his left, he took off his cloak and gave it to the goblin on his right. Ibldribit raised the knife above his head, it glinted menacingly, hinting at the killing to come. The goblin horde watched intently, all eyes on the crooked shaman.

The knife plunged down straight for the dwarf’s heart. The dwarf let out a little “-oh!” of surprise. The goblins hissed in delight. They were all quite surprised when there was no fountain of blood, no shriek of despair, no final gasping cry. Instead, the knife had missed the dwarf’s heart and bounced off the dwarf’s rib, snapping the blade in two. The goblin horde screamed with laughter. The look of confusion on the shaman’s face only adding to the comedy of the situation. Even the dwarf laughed a little, but more because he was relieved that he was not dead yet.

With a cry the shaman tore a knife from the belt of one of the closer goblins and stabbed deep into the heart of the dwarf, twisting the blade. The dwarf gasped, broke the hold of the goblins on his arms, legs and head. He spasmed twice, his shoulders shuddered once and lay very still. A sudden wave of magic and energy shook the cavern. Pieces of stonework fell down from the ceiling, crushing dozens of the horde. The earth began to quake more ferociously with every passing second. Oily blood began to seep out of each shaman’s nostrils. Many of the goblins began to weep, fearing it to be the sign that they had angered their gods and were about to be killed.

It stopped as quickly as it had begun. The goblins looked at one another in disbelief. One of the scrawnier of there number began to jump up and down shouting, “Looky! Thee portaly-thingie opened-itated!” all the while pointing at the portal.

The portal had opened, and the goblins were looking out of a cave at a valley. They saw that there was a lot of grass and trees. The sun was up and that frightened some of the goblins. They noticed river coming down from somewhere to the right of the cave leading into the valley. There was a lake further off in the distance, fed by the same river that was running off the mountains. It looked quite ugly to the goblins. Many shook their heads in dismay and covered their eyes, to protect them from the wretched sun.

Deep-King Kavekk giggled. As soon as it was dark, havoc would be unleashed upon this world.

OOC: It’s ok if I join with a force of gobbos, right? And my goblins are half Tolkien’s version of goblins and half Warhammer goblins.
*Please note; goblins use –itate or –itated after every action verb.
**Please note; a cabal is a coven of goblin witches/warlocks/shamans/magic-users/whatever-else-can-throw-fireballs-for-fun.

(Go on: I don't mind)

(OOC: The sandbox is infinetely large... do what you want in the empty parts of infinite size. Sadly, I don't remeber playing Breakdown.)

"Any reply?"
"Not yet."
"Just keep an eye on that monitor though. If we are hailed again or there are other temporal disturbances, give me a yell."

The technicians ran off to where some of the others were dragging the large radio antenna towards the ICBM silo area, where they would hopefully be able to get a decent signal.

The Mokans hiked to the communication box. On the way they would try occasional calls back to Alfegos units to see if there was any response or if there was anywhere that they could get a better signal.

"Fegosian Testsite, this is Mokan Scout 1, on route to wireless com center do you copy over?"

"Sir, we still dont know what this place is."

"I am aware of that, but if we got Fegosians here we can find out."

Portal opening

The original squad stood back as a white light formed and slowly rotated into another wormhole. The squad medic was checking the men for any side effects of going through the portal when the light flashed into a blinding explosion. Revealing the inside of the Research lab and the soldiers inside it. One soldier went over the front and waved to the men inside it. The commanding officer waved back and yelled to him:

"Can you guys here us threw the portal?"

"yeah we can hear you." he yelled back.

"Good then get out of the way!"

"WHY?"

Just as he asked that two Ironheart IFVs rolled through the portal and nearly hit him as he ducked and rolled out of the way. The IFVs pulled over and out the back of them 16 men got out and began setting up a small camp as another group began unloading supplies and makeshift tents.

"whats going on?" the Lut. of the scout team asked

"we are moving in. Setting up camp, bringing in 5 days worth of supplies and setting up a base camp. I assume you guys have scouted the area and have a report."

"We ran into Fegosian troops, and they gave us a message about werewolves and time warps, a lot of static got in the way though."

"Fegosians, damn those bastards, how are they always somewhere ahead of us. OK then with allies in the area that should help. Anyways the portal is closing in 5 minutes I need to get back."

"I think they're still trying to communicate with us. Every now and again, this static."

"We'll only know what's going on with them when they get to the communication post."

"Sir! That portal is re-opening. We've lost feed from the sensors there, but they must be bringing through more supplies. At least we've got some help..."

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Around the portal control board, twelve technicians were frantically adjusting controls to divert the massive power surge away from the generators, formed by the sudden inexplicable collapse of one of the portals. A large red light shone over the portal on the large map on the wall, showing the area where the portals were, their links, power levels and status, with orange lights in a circle all around. Large lines were flashing red as they took surges of particles away from the area, and dumped it in large emergency battery banks.

Another disturbing effect was the temporal delay in the area: at the epicentre, time was almost at a standstill, with slowtime spreading out to the edges of the project area. Absolutely chaotic.

"Do we have any other links undisrupted to the area?"
"One sir. It's currently inactive, and too far away to make any difference."
"How far?"
"520km at a bearing of 7.2degrees."
"Anything there?"
"An abandoned outpost, completely automated. There's an aero-patrolcraft moored there, as well as years of supplies there. But the other problem we have is..."
"Exiles?"
"7 mass murderers, abandoned there and left to their own devices, and not allowed to enter the refuge at all. I doubt they'll be pleased to see us."
"If we can get some Sol'dai drones in, and a team on the airship, we migh be able to do something."
"Once we are back to normal time here..."

"Scout team one, come in over."

"We're here, whats up?"

"Scout team one, come in the scout team oneA, new troops are in, they are camp one. Over."

"camp one? why are we camping here over."

"We sent word back about Fegosians, they decided to set up shop.....over"

"Well go figure." the Colonel muttered to himself

"Am I still in charge over?"

"yes sir."

"Over and out"

Scout team one lead by Colonel Rodriguez contuined to the communication site, they were now about half a kilometer away.

OOC: will add more later, need to get to class

(OOC: KK, no probs.)

The communication post was inside a small dugout, marked with a large red marker on the ground. It was surrounded by large concrete rolls, instant barricades topped with a thin layer of razortape. Inside, the walls were stacked with heavy wooden crates containing food and ammunition, with a phone hanging on the wall at the back, next to a small video-screen and camera. A thick black wire snaked from the base of the box, and went down into the ground: a direct cable link to the bunker that ran 20m below the surface inside an EMP-shielded conduit, to protect from nuclear testing. The screen was currently dark, except for a small quadrant displaying the alert status, local radiation levels and local temporal distortion levels. The top was at DEFCON 1, the one below at barely indetectable levels, and the bottom one registering a .001% slowdown in the vicinity: enough to effect computer operation significantly enough that parts kept flashing.

The colonel and his nine men made it to the small well defended hole in the ground. They set up a defensive perimeter around it, using the obvious defenses of course and the Colonel got in and saw the communications equipment. He was unsure what a lot of the measurements and devices were for but he reconized two main ones. Alert status and radiation levels. Radiation wasn't to worrying but the DEFCON 1 was not a good sign.

He picked up the phone and tried to contact anyone while the Captain read the information around the room, trying to figure out what "Slowdown in the vicinity" meant.

"This is Mokan Scout 1, Colonel Rodriguez, anyone there?"

Back on research Island


"Sir we got the other two portals working as well."

"good shall we continue the exploration of this unknown rock then?"

Director Fransisco had flown in once he heard that they had broken into alternate reality. He had to see it for himself. Of course when the portal opened revealing this new world he wanted to go an explore the wonders it offered to Mokastana. Unsure of what they would find he had the other two portals opened to do deeper searches. Two more teams of 20 went into other locations...


OOC: I figure one will run into the goblins...

The hailing signal alerted the head of the operation who was frantically attempting to restore power to some of the defensive circuits. Hit flicked on the video camera and microphone, before putting a pair of headphones on his head.

The screen on the other end began to show an image of him, the colours distorted to a more violetish hue, and large amounts of static occasionally pulsing across.

"Hello Mokastanans. This is Director Yhan of the Trans-dimensional Division, Alfegos Ministry of Secrets. Do not be alarmed by occurances: we have had some strange shit going on, but it is all explainable. Tell me, does that monitor you have give a reading at all? We lost communication to all sensor points a few seconds after our portal collapsed.
I estimate though that signal lag caused by slowdown in my area relative to yours means that this communication will sound like I am talking very slow, while you to me will sound very quick. The delay between me saying this and this reaching you should hopefully only be about 5-6 seconds at most."

Colonel Rodriguez listened for a few seconds to pretty much nothing until a very slow voice began to talk while the screen played in an odd and fuzzy manor, he couldnt tell exactly what he was seeing but given that the voice identified itself as part of the Alfegos ministry of secrets, he assumed that they had found where they need to be. Once the long-ish drawn out communication was done he responded slightly slowly, trying to ensure he was heard..


"Monitor shows Defcon 1, radiation low to not detectable, and a .001% slowdown in the vicinity. Whatever that means. What is going on here? Do we have any other way to reach you?"

The Captian had gotten base camp one on the radio and despite the static got the information across they had reached the comm site and were getting intel on the area.

"Not as bad as I expected. Now you wnat to know what happened.

Anomalous events on surface about an hour ago caused the portal we have in the area to implode. As a result, the fabric of space itself was distorted in the area. You are on the edge of what at one point was almost stopped time. We hopefully will have something sembling temporal normality within 2 hours.

However, you were saying about getting into contact with us: the problem is that there are no safe routes from the perimeter into the testing area: that dugout you are in was built 30 years ago, and since then we have had weapons testing almost constantly, to the point that the only three routes built to the periphery are contaminated with either lethal levels of CBR devices, unexploded munitions or other "things"...

If you want to get to our base, it's 40km at least inward, at the centre of the area. The routes are impassable to all land transports, including APCs and Tanks. You will only be able to get here by foot, as that is the only way you can circumvent the automated defensive systems.

I am sending you a map of the area, with radiation levels, temporal distortion, agent dispersal and defence locations marked. I reccomend that you take the old hub road, 10km to the west of your position, and follow that. there are emergancy refuge bunkers at every 5km, so you will be able to shelter from radiation for the night.

The one thing I am going to ask you to do is that you bring armament with silver rounds in addition to your normal armament.

Ah, another thing: open the crates marked "Electrolaser Mk2" in there, and make sure at least four of you are armed with them. They are quite old weapons, and might require a bit of a warmup time, but they are the only weapons that will work against the drone units guarding each refuge. We are unable to access them, due to loss of communication, but the comm point in each one still works."

The communication suddenly cuts, leaving a black screen. The audio channel crackles and the man spoke.

"Get to us as quickly as possible before we are over-run!"

The audio cut out with a long, high-pitched scream of electrical circuits frying.

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Excerpt from the User Guide to the Electrolaser MK2 - Basic Instruction

The electrolaser Mk2 uses a very simple electronic mechanism to recharge and shoot. In front of the usual pistol trigger, one will find a large cuboid-shaped unit. To recharge the unit, flick the small catch to the side and pull down hard, before pushing back up into its original position. Repeat this 9 times, or until the lighted strip on the viewing recticle changes to green.

To fire the unit, pull the trigger. This will produce a narrow laser beam at the target, allowing for the 1 MW charge to flow a maximum of 400m from the firer into the enemy. Using the two sliders above the trigger on the left hand side of the unit, the power can be changed in lethality, and the fire mode can be changed between automatic and semi-automatic.

Aiming the weapon is done via the use of the scope atop the rifle. The scope has a 4x zoom, in addition to night capabilites. It provides a readout of range to the target and of windage, to allow for adjustment of the reticule.

The internal storage capability of the capacitors in the unit is enough for either 8 lethal shots or 18 non-lethal shots.

"Shit!" The Colonel put the phone back on the receiver and turned to the men who had been watching the discussion and saw the flash of circuits frying.

The Captain went over to check on the equipent and the Colonel looked towards the two underlings guarding the doors.

"you two, find crates labeled "Electrolaser Mk2" and open them up."

"Colonel," the Captain asked..."are we going to hike the 50Km to them? Or call in something else to do it?"

"call in what? We don't have much of a choice do we? lets get back to base camp and use the map they sent to find a way there. Not to mention that last message sent, what if they are in trouble."

"Colonel I am not questioning your orders only pointing out that the last message could of been from hours or days ago. There are time disruptions here and it could of been from a while ago, or hours down the road."

"They are ok as of now, they communitcated with us. So lets assume that the attack is in the future, we still should get thier to offer help or at least find out what it is-"

"Sir, we got em, here are the directions." The Lut. was already charging one in case he would need to use it.

"Good Now find Sargeant Xavier and have him contact the base camp to get some vehicles to pick us up. I want to know everything we got here. Then lets find a safe way to meet up with them and ensure they are ok, by the sound of it they are in a bit of trouble, stuck in this world. We have a hope of getting them out."

OOC: Im no physicist, but what would happen if we just opened a wormhole near your location and walked though? Its bound to be discussed when they get back to base camp,

The maps sent in the communication:

Basic Physical
http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5922/basephysmapkw0.th.png (http://img137.imageshack.us/my.php?image=basephysmapkw0.png)
(Black dots are emergancy refuges)

Temporal Distortion map
http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/1774/tempmappj4.th.png (http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=tempmappj4.png)
(Red: 5%+, Orange: 0.01%+, Yellow: 0.0001%+)

Hazard Map
http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/1065/dangermapur7.th.png (http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dangermapur7.png)
(Red circles: Zones of dangerous radiation
Purple Circles: Zones of biological weapons testing
Yellow Circles: Zones of recent chemical weapons testing)
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"How badly ahead are we do you reckon?"

"I think we are at least a day ahead until two days time... god this makes no sense."

"And why did you tell them not to take vehicles? It'd be suicide on foot."

"We have no control over the drones. As soon as they enter the area, they'll be the target of at least 20 AT missiles launched automatically from silos. On foot, they'll attract no attention until they get to any of the refuges. Remember the systems were designed to be AT and AA. The radiation was supposed to solve anything AP. I just pray them come well equipped enough, and don't try taking apart the electrolasers."

"I'm sorry again, but why don't we have electrolasers?"

"Remember, silver ammunition works against werewolves. Thus, we didn't think we'd need them. Til we ran out of silver. And the portal closed."

OOC: IC'ly, you would end up wth temporal distortions in your world (I'm right on the edge of my knoledge here...), since the slowtime in my area would end up mirrored on the other side. Plus, you'd be going right into the middle of a battleground. And since there's strange shit going on, heaven knows what would happen!
OOC'ly, I need input from Mereshka, who's doing the werewolvy magic stuff here...

THe IFVs had drove over and picked up Colonel Rodriguez and his men from the comm site. If the equipment was still working they would have left a team there for communication but that was now out of the question. They rode back to the base camp and gave them the information they received from the Fegosians 60km away. Luckily HAZMATs suits had came with the recent batch of men, and in for hours more supplies and equipment would come through.

"So your telling me that they want us to hike 50ish Km to get to them? Why don't we just say its nice to meet you but we will stay on the outside of your circle."

"We got an SOS as a final transmission, so we are going to go find them. They also told us to bring silver bullets for reasons unknown, but it could be due to the werewolves they mentioned earlier. If we are the only aide they will get then i suggest we go out and find some silver bullets that will work in thier weapons, or just bring a extra AM-07s, but for sake of hiking i want something that they can use."

"Sir, do we even know what kind of weapons they have? and isnt the concept of werewolves a little....umm...crazy?"

"Son you just went through a worm hole to an alternate dimension where time disturbances are occurring and we found allied troops. I think we are past crazy at this point."

this time another soldier spoke up.
"Sir, why don't we just dig a wormhole to the center and get to them that way?"

"To be honest, we don't know the effects of a wormhole, or even these time storms or whatever. Combining them would be an experiment, but not one to try out with lives on the line. We hike as soon as we are ready."

The 4 hour mark the portal opened again and they placed an order for 2,000 silver 7.62x51mm rounds and 4,000 7.62x54mm rounds. Along with that more APCs and Recon drones were called in. In a few hours those supplies were sent over.They were approaching night one and rode in the APCs to the old hub rode about 23km away from base camp one.

From there they exited the IFVs and camped in the first comm station for the night. In total there was 20 men, lead by Colonel Rodriguez, the major was in charge of the base camp. Tonight would probably be the last easy night for them in a while. they had with them 5 of those mark 2 electro laser guns, as the men were calling them.

Across the deadly wasteland of the Alfegos testing areas, nothing much stirred. The only things alert between the hub and the central battleground were the unliving eyes of the Sol'dai drones.

At each of the emergancy refuges, 2 of these were stationed, acting as a permanent deterrant to all enemy units. And they were truly something to fear. Each stood 8 feet off the ground, made from a skeletal design of blackened metal with kevlar plates over the vital chest area. They ahd been designed as humanoid, using data collected from humans to reconstruct them in indestructable bodies.

The head mounted four cameras, seeing in both infa-red and visual, as well as a small computer unit that linked to the entire body. The arms were shaped to accept all Alfegan weaponry, or if not to extend into 800mm long swords for taking out foes both human and werewolf. And their legs were able to propel them to a speed of 50km/h, chasing the enemy for hours until they ran out of battery power. At which the unit would self-destruct by wiping all software and detonating 500g of Semtex buried in its head and torso.

And they were proof to most conventional infantry weapons.

OOC: how about AT and HEAT rounds?

(OOC: 70% chance of them not working... they carry countermeasure systems, which I forgot to detail. Though you could have fun with the electrolasers...)

In the middle of a little town near a Temple of Methua

The servants of the Looky Lord crawl out of the Pit of Slime and Lookied around.
"Gnog and Gnog!" Kapitun Mister shouted quietly.
"oy, Oy!" The strike force replied.
"Describe how I looK!" Kapitun Mister exclaimed monotonously.
"Yoo are aboot 2'1" and have large poiwple eyes. Your sKin is laKKery as osoal and yoor arms are sKinny." Gnog replied.
"What aboot my legs?" Kapitun Mister asked.
Gnog said in a Duh! kind of voice. "Bowwie."

Then Mister Lookied at a woman watching them with fear in her eyes.
"What are yoo?" Kapitun Mister inquired.
The woman choked back her fear and stuttered. "A-a Ch-chos-sen of M-methua."
"Oh." Kapitun Mister then Lookied at the woman with the Looky of Lookies and the woman erupted in a shower of red gore.
"Lets go" Shouted Kapitun Mister to his Gnogs and walked away as small red bits started making impact with the ground again.

(ooc: Ok.....)

The valley by the mountains, nighttime

Something terrible laced the winds. The night was cool, the ground wet with dew. The stars did not shine this night, so thick where the clouds that even the moon showed only a sliver of its face. Few of the valley animals where out, only the wolves dared show their faces. They liked the smell in the air. The smell stirred something in the hearts of the moon jackals. All the packs began to gather, looking for the source of the stench. Tonight the wind carried a scent which the wolves had not smelled in generations. It carried the scent of goblins.

Bark sniffed the air. His brother Bay searched the ground for tracks and droppings. Deep-King Kavekk had ordered that he and his brother begin scouting. He had given them very specific instructions. The goblin brothers were to go looking for wolves, looking for trolls and looking for other, more dangerous, creatures of the night. So Bark and Bay had gathered the best scouts and trackers of the horde. They all came from different tribes and clans, so they were inclined to argue and squabble with each other. To combat this, Bark and Bay split them into small groups according to their tribe and clan. This left Bark and Bay alone. They liked it better that way. The brothers were the best trackers in the horde and were annoyed by most of the other scouts. Most of the other “good” scouts couldn’t even do half of what Bark and Bay could do.

Bay froze. He gave a yip of excitement. Bark turned to face him, ready to reprimand. Bark froze too. In the grass was a paw print, the print of a wolf. That meant that the moon jackals must live nearby. Bark smiled a nasty, toothy grin.

“We must bring news of this to King Kavekk.” said Bark.

“He will be very happy about this.” answered Bay.

OOC: After my next post I will be happy to fight anybody.

Entering the Foothills by the village

"What's that foul smell, Gnog?" Kapitun Mister said.

"I thinK it's some kind of beast." Aswered the Gnog. They slowed their pace and went searching for the source of the stench. After a full day of searching they came upon a hole in a hill.

The nearest Gnog touched his shin and turned to his Kapitun. "I sense life down there."

"Good, they might be able to help us or beKum food for us. We will go into the darK." The Kapitun walked in the hole and disapeared.

A Gnog broke the silence and said "K'mon, let's follow our Kapitun." They walked down the tunnel, single file, ready to greet the unknown.

Mokan base camp one:

They were working on getting a camp set up, instant barracks and instant building were going up fast, along with concrete walls and wooden watchtowers to be manned by squads of two with JAM (9x60mm) heavy machine guns. IFVs stood pointing outwards as night fell for the second night the Mokans were here.


Mokan Scout one:

The Colonel gathered his team up to go out and begin their march inward to the Alfegos base. The extra silver munitions were heavy and were causing some slack in the lines but for the most part the men kept thier gripping to themselves. Current loadout for the troops was designed for threats that they had been warned about. Five men carried one electrolaser while another 10 men carried M3 weapons systems, to be loaded with AP or AT rounds. Along with the M3s the teams also had shorted AM-07s, half with silver, half without. Of the other five men they all had silver rounds in their AM-07s, but also a backup pistol with standard .45 caliber bullets. As they reached the first "comm center" they saw the monstrous "drones" staying back and using binoculars they kept an eye and broke up to find the best vantage point to attack these things from.

After they doubled check that there was just two, they came up with a plan.

"Ok those Fegosians gave us these fancy guns for a reason, i want 2 on each of those bastards, fire simultaneously. The fifth one be ready to fire if any of them are still up. Then Fire the M3s using high explosive rounds at each body, that way we can get an idea of countermeasures and how tough these things are."

Mokan scout two/soon to be base camp two:

Another team of 20 had opened up in another location around the sandbox and were setting up another camp for future Mokan use. A patrol of five men had gone out to get an observation of what was around here. Armed with the standard AM-07s (7.62x54mm) and one M3 weapons system, they were ready for whatever came at them....

Mokan Scout three/future base camp three:

similiar story as above, only in a desert area rather then the lush greens of the other two....lots of desert with nothing in any direction...

The two drones immediately alerted when the area proximity sensors showed up intruders. They quickly registered 15 men, right on the edge of their range, with assorted weaponry.

Luckily, for the Mokans, they had only been programmed to fire on aggressors. Unfortunately, they Mokans had just done so by shooting at them.

One to the left collapsed with sections twitching, the electrical surge from the enemy overloading its insulated circuitry and overcharging the battery. A few seconds later, it self-destructed in a ball of flame and a large shockwave.
The other had dived into the emergency refuge, the concrete around the door area sheltering it from anything including electrolasers fired at it. It broke open a box with a fist, and pulled from the splintered mess a pair of electrolasers, which it promptly plugged into the mains, before leaning out and firing off iridescent blue bolts of energy at the Mokans on full automatic, fuelled by a constant powersource instead of kinetic battery.

A stray AP round smashed into the head unit, cutting through the armour. It stopped inside, only first having damaged the sensory section of the unit's artifical brain, as well as a small section of the reasoning sector.

It dropped the two electrolasers, and flicked out the vicious swords. Now even more fearsome than before, it rolled out of the emergency refuge, before running in a zig-zag pattern towards the enemy to try and avoid their rounds. Multiple ones still flew at it, with the occasional electrolaser bolt, and the countermeasure system began to deal with them by internally shifting valuable electronics to leave space for the rounds just to pass through, and to sacrifice useless components in place of the others.

A few metres away from the terrified Mokans, a few rounds hit it in the legs, knocking it to the ground unable to walk. In fury, it began lashing out at anything in range, trying to kill whatever it could, which would only cease when its battery died in quite a few hours.

two men had been sliced in half by the electro lasers and now the survivors were watching this dangerous robot spin and slice up anything close on the ground. Luckily they had managed to get far enough away so that the blade narrowly missed the men until one of the soldiers fired another and his final "lethal" blast into the thrashing robot, at which point they ran like hell as it exploded in a suicidal explosion.

One man had been injured by the flying debris of the explosion and was dragged into the bunker by the rest of the men. Once in their they tried to gain contact with the fegosian base, hoping that they would actually have a better communication line so they can get an idea of what is here. Inside they found more Electrolasers and decided to refit the team with 8 instead of five. The silver clips were reloaded with AP and incinerating rounds and they locked up the bunker. The injured soldier had to take off his HAZMAT suit so the medics could work on him, but first they needed to make sure there was minimal radiation damage.

"Doors locked, radiation minimal in here"

"Good now lets look at this shrapnel in his side. Give me 30cc morphine. Damn this is in deep, what metal is this?"


"Hes losing blood. Any way to curb that?"

"Its in his side, here pressure point."


The discussion continued on in the background as the Colonel tried to reach the control center of the test site.

"God damn I'm losing men out here. What the hell are those things, and is there an easier way around em?"

In a Hole
"Kapitun!" A Gnog yelled. "Kapitun, the smell is no longer traceable. What do we do now?"
Kapitun Mister turned around and faced the Gnog."We must go on and explore what is at the end of this tunnel. Then we can report bacK to the LooKy Lord."
"oy, Oy! Kapitun!" The group chorused. Kapitun Mister examined his troupe. Poor bastards, He thought.They don't know that by following me they are traitors to the Looky Lord. Then he saw a dull metal gleam next to Bek'rak, his co-conspiritor. "BeK'raK! What's that by your foot! No, the metal!"
"I think it's a weapon, Kapitun. I can get it out if I move these rocks." Bek'rak gestured to the other three Gnogs to help him.He grunted as he tried to lift a rock as big as him. "They're too heavy."
Turning Kapitun Mister said. "BeK'raK, let me do it." He concentrated on the rocks and was about to give up on it when he saw crcks forming in them. He grunted and they exploded in a shower of fine dust. "That other, the Meth-oo-uh one was a lot easier." He said under his breath. He wondered to himself if the Looky Lord had as much mindpower as him. "Alright." Kapitun Mister said loudly."Let's see what they are now." The 'weapons' were metal boxes with handles and two large cylinders in the front. There were four of them, each about a foot long but not enough for all of them. There were also three smaller boxes about half a foot in length. These had small a ring of one inch wide ring of six cylinders. "You four get the big boxes and I'll take two of the small ones."
"But the LooKy Lord says it is dishonorable to fight with anything other than our ki'nolhai." One of the smaller Gnogs protested.
"I think that it is time all of you to know that BeK'raK and I are traitors of the LooKy Lord and by Koming with us you are too. You Kan try to Kill us now but you don't have any useable weapons, which BeK'raK and I do. That is why we are traitors. Once we went through a Pit* and found a world that had similar weapons. They people called them guns. We learned how to use them and the LooKy Lord banished us."
Only one Gnog protested. "But the LooKy Lord is forgiving and-"
"No he's not." Kapitun Mister turned and pulled the trigger. The effect was amazing. His head turned into a bloody mass and he collapsed. "Let's go."

* A Portal to another place.

OOC: where are you and who are you running into

"We're being hailed."
"Onscreen."

"Hello: I see you survived mostly intact your first encounter with the drones. As I said, they were designed to replace normal soldiers, due to their superior reasoning, co-operation and of course deadliness.
How to kill them? Shoot them with the electrolasers before they get a chance to shoot back, and make sure you hit them.
Since this connection seems to be stable, I will send to your computer a coded signal. If you can broadcast this continuously, it will make the drones believe you are friendlies and they will not attack. They might even help you if they can.

The other thing I need to say is that at the third refuge, there's a few vehicles that will make your lives easier. I can't say if they are working, but how do 4 FAVs sound to you?"

Inside the hole
The Gnog adressed Kapitun Mister reporting what he saw after scouting ahead. "Kapitun, it isn't the same place as we were before."
"What do you mean, isn't the same?!?" Kapitun Mister asked perplexed.
"I thinK it moved somehow, Kapitun." The Gnog said not sure of himself. "There is a large temple outside and there are many of the strange Meth-oo-uh creatures and some others that I did not reKognize."
"How many?" Kapitun Mister asked.
"About two hundred, spread throughout the area."
"Let us go and either ally with them or Kill them."
The group of four cautiously peered out of the hole. The Gnog in the lead exclaimed "What an odd place. How archaiK." Kapitun Mister said in agreement. "Yes, your right. Look over there, by the Black Pits they're massive."
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Thorsen turned catching a strange scent. He said to his partner. "Look over there Kree, by Methua's Grace are they ugly. And small. What should we do?"
"Make contact and see if they follow Methua's guidance."
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"They're Koming this way, ready your weapons Gnogs. We don't know if those giants are friendly." The Kapitun shouted at the things saying: "Are you friend or some new agent agent of the LooKy Lord?"
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"They can speak! But what are they saying?" Kree asked.
"I don't know but they don't seem like allies of the humans." Thorsen said, he shouted back at them."Do you follow Methua? Or are you a beast of Darkness?"
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Bek'rak cocked his head. "I Kan understand them." He said excitedly. "We know not what Methua is but we are not Kreatures of the DarK! Please tell us what you are!"
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"They know the tongue of Methua!" Kree exclaimed. "We are Lycan, Methua's chosen. What are you?"
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"We are Gnogs, traitors of the LooKy Lord!" Bek'rak sshouted back, More quietly he added. "I thinK we should meet them."
"That's a good idea BeK'raK. Let's run out there to striKe a treaty. If anything goes wrong I'll blow 'em up. I can feel their power, it's ready to pop." Kapitun Mister said in agreemant. "K'mon, let's go!"

OOC: The Kapitun's psychic powers get more powerful when nearer to people with magic in them.

"We're being hailed."
"Onscreen."

"Hello: I see you survived mostly intact your first encounter with the drones. As I said, they were designed to replace normal soldiers, due to their superior reasoning, co-operation and of course deadliness.
How to kill them? Shoot them with the electrolasers before they get a chance to shoot back, and make sure you hit them.
Since this connection seems to be stable, I will send to your computer a coded signal. If you can broadcast this continuously, it will make the drones believe you are friendlies and they will not attack. They might even help you if they can.

The other thing I need to say is that at the third refuge, there's a few vehicles that will make your lives easier. I can't say if they are working, but how do 4 FAVs sound to you?"

"god damn, a signal to tell those robotic bastards we are on their side, and vehicles, god damn that should make this a whole lot fucking better. We might even be able to contact the base camp, get a few APCs loaded with supplies and over to you guys. How are you guys doing, what do you need?"

The Colonel was happy to finally get an idea of what was going on, however as the signal downloaded he was still unsure as how to broadcast it, but he could always ask or have one of the techies set it up for him.

To his men:

"Ok we are camping here tonight, tommorow we will try and hail Base Camp one and let them in on what is going on and make it to the third refuge if need be, how is Pancho doing? Will he make it?"

"maybe, he needs blood, AB."

to the screen:

"Are there any medical supplies in the station, i got a man with a metal rod out his side, hes been stabilized and we need blood."

"There's basic medical supplies here, and some not-so-basic stuff, but any blood in the fridge will have likely as not spoiled years ago. I'm sorry, but there's not much you can do.

Transmit the signal constantly off your radios, and the drones won't attack. If you can, get it onto your vehicles inbound, so that they don't get targeted by the missile batteries.

I'll remind you again to be very careful up ahead: remember that the whole area is contaminated with CBR weapons. I'll also tell you that there is at the third refuge a small complex of bunker-like buildings. Do NOT enter them. They were used to test out and hold some, well... just don't go into the bunker complex. And if the drones there are down or if the bunker bulkhead has been breached, I would not recommend that you stay at the third refuge longer than needed. OK?"

Inside the Temple of Methua
A priestess looked at the twitching figures on the ground, her face showing concern."What did you do to them Thorsen?" The priestess inquired.
"Kree and I turned them." He said monotonously.
Horror came into her eyes."You what?!? You didn't even know what would happen and you still turned them?!? How can you be so impudent!" She was screaming so hard spittle flew from her mouth.
Backing away to avoid the saliva Thorsen answered."They asked to be shown to the Light of Methua." He replied calmly. They both looked down at the "leader" of the creatures. It groaned and the looked at Thorsen and growled something in its harsh gutteral tongue.
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The Kapitun looked up at the Lycans with hatred in his eyes. His voice sore he asked them what they had done. They looked at him, puzzled. "What have you done to usss?"He felt sick. He felt power and rage bubbling up in him, uncontrollable. Then he began to change.
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"Oh no, he's going into Moon Rage," The priestess said."and no one knows what will happen. This is your fault Thorsen."
He stred in amazement. "I know, I think we should move him so that he doesn't hurt himse-" There was a flash of blue silver light and then, a burst of sound leaving a smoking crater where the town was.
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Drunk on his own power Kapitun Mister stood up to his new full height of three and a half metres. He looked at his hand with its one foot long clawed fingers. He was covered in black fur and looked like a grotesque hybrid of man, wolf and a little Gnog covered in bulging muscles. He roared. It was time to feed.

"There's basic medical supplies here, and some not-so-basic stuff, but any blood in the fridge will have likely as not spoiled years ago. I'm sorry, but there's not much you can do.

Transmit the signal constantly off your radios, and the drones won't attack. If you can, get it onto your vehicles inbound, so that they don't get targeted by the missile batteries.

I'll remind you again to be very careful up ahead: remember that the whole area is contaminated with CBR weapons. I'll also tell you that there is at the third refuge a small complex of bunker-like buildings. Do NOT enter them. They were used to test out and hold some, well... just don't go into the bunker complex. And if the drones there are down or if the bunker bulkhead has been breached, I would not recommend that you stay at the third refuge longer than needed. OK?"

"Shit, ok then, how do we know where to find these missile batteries? and whats the easiest way to disable them?"

to a fellow soldier:

"Broadcast this signal back to base camp one, tell em the road is clear for vehicles, but to broadcast this signal, give em our location and tell them to hurry up, we have a bleeder! AND DON'T FORGET TO BROADCAST."


The soldier tried to get the radio working but the signal was mostly blocked by the bunkers NPC shielding so he would have to go outside. While he talked with the medics and helped them with getting back into their suits the Colonel went back to the screen"

"Copy that, avoid the third refugee bunker complex...so now that we are clear, what is the situation on your end. Do you guys need anything in particular? Cut off? what is the story going on over there?"

Kapitun Mister looked up from the carcass he had recently killed, he heard a drroning noise and thought: Vehicles. Standing up he looked around and sniffed th air. They were coming his way and he wanted to test his newfound power.
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Man, this thing has got to have the shittiest shock absorbers in the world. What a crappy excuse for a transport. Thought the Captain. That safezone better be close or my ass'll fall asleep."Hey, trooper, make sure those electrolasers are ready. I have a bad feeling about the next bit of travel up ahead."
"Yessir!" The soldier replied with zeal. "I'll see it done, sir!"
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Seeing the convoy of armored vehicles Kapitun Mister grew excited. A challenge. He roared as he charged the first vehicle, running on all fours. He jumped up and felt a tiny glimmer of pain. He looked down and saw bright lights punching through his torso. This will be interesting. He thought. He landed on top of the APC and at the top. In a shower of sparks and a cacophony of shreiking metal, the roof came off, exposing screaming things inside.

OOC: What do your vehicles look like, Alfegos?

OOC: I'm not sure what was going on there, but if I think it is what it was... one thing you are not allowed to do on this RP forum without express permission is to RP another player's people.
Now, if you want to know what's going on, I suggest you read back a bit. A summary of the current siuation is:
- Massive werewolf battle .v. Alfegans.... there be magic in the air
- Portal back to reality collapsed after a magic burst
- Time in the area is not going at the same speed as outside, so odd time delays are happening.
- No vehicles there, since most have been destroyed.
- Waiting for Mereshka to get back to me on the werewolf battle, though he has been away for an awful long time...

If I don't get anything back from Mereshka in the next week, and can't contact him, then we can assume that the time thing in the area goes critical, and drags off everyone (including the werewolves) into a similar universe. All that will be left are empty smoking ruins. This way, if he decides to come back, we can continue on with it with what we could call some sort of "save-load" storyline, where the temporal thingy flashes back to here.

As for now, the Mokans are going to be delayed as much as possible, to allow for time for a response from Mereshka.

And for you, Nicherwan, I think we can arrange another encounter outside this area of the world to save confusement and the possible problems of multiple encounters: your creatures against "Exiles" from Alfegos? I think that could be interesting. If you are interested in sorting out this mess, TG me and we can talk from there.

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"The missile batteries for this quadrant are located atop a hill near Refuge 6, about halfway in. The control station is accessed by the entrance amongst the 12 batteries, and is located 100m down a ladder into the bunker at the bottom.
And about your vehicles inbound: be very careful about transmitting that signal continously: if one of you fail, the system will assume that the entire group is hostile and will attack you. Since you won't be using the failsafe IFF systems we carry, you only need one mistake before you get to the batteries to screw the whole lot up.

As for what's going on over here, we've got a full-scale war between the werewolves and this facility. I wouldn't like to say that we started it, but we did when we started weaponry testing. The latest attack to provoke this battle was to test out more anti-werewolf weaponry, to try and eliminate the threat... thing is, it didn't work. Only silver seems to have effect, and wolfbane has proved useless.

As for cutoff... the whole warp in time over here is caused by our portal, which suddenly decided to collapse, due to some very strange energies coming from the werewolves and one of our men. I could call it magic, but I am a man of science so would not go for such superstition.

If you could bring with you some food, clean water, medical supplies, technicians able to fix the equipment, replacements for damaged or destroyed generators and computer systems, ammunition, welding equipment to get us out if they get defeated on the surface... we welded ourselves in to delay the werewolves as long as possible, but don't think it will have that much effect.

We're losing power temporarily in 10 seconds, so I'll say goodbye for now, and hope to meet you face-to-face...if I survive. Hopefully, this restart might allow us radio communication, so"

The power cut out at the moment, and the bunker lighting was replaced by the dim glow of tritium backups. Thankfully, this timewarp meant that a day for the outsiders was only a couple minutes for them, so hopefully this power outage would not have repercussions.

OOC: so take my time while my guys hurry up IC'ly, fun, how long has it been?

IC:

"God damn, Every time we get a hold of them we lose contact. What the hell is up with this? We need a secure communication to ensure everything is going ok, god damn this is bullshit!"

The Colonel had had it, radio burst, radio failure, comm centers exploding, then a power outage, it seemed as if fate wanted to make it difficult for him to get to the fegosians just for the sake of a great story or perhaps out of boredom. Either way, it was going to be a difficult and perhaps entertaining journey.

There was a rap on the door and the NPC suited officer came back in with the radio and came in to report:

"Sir the transmissions made it, and base camp is sending over three APCs with medical supplies and to pick us up, they should be here in about an hour."

"Ok then we need to keep him alive for that long. Domingo, see if we dont have a radio so we dont have to keep walking out into the radiation for communication purposes. If you do get base camp one online and tell them we need to bring the fegos food, water, generators, technicians and welding equipment. I want to bring in a large force here, and hundreds of silver bullets. As for base camp two and three, tell them to heavily fortify."

(OOC: Do what you want in the meanwhile... as it is, there has been something like a day or so for your guys, which equates to minutes for my guys.)

Excerpt from Standard Emergancy Refuge Guide

Controls for all refuge systems, from ventilation to radio, can be found in the control room. This is located off to the side of the main room, to the right of the comms screen. This door can be opened using the 12-digit code pad to the right hand side of the door.
The main control unit consists of 4 screens and a large control board, instructions for which can be found on p97 or adjacent to the control panel. Points to note though are the radio unit, the defence system control for the refuge, the lockdown controls and the emergancy beacon. Radio controls are to the top right of the unit, with defence system controls on the left hand side and the emergancy beacon in a red case indented onto the wall behind the unit.

Defence systems for the emergancy refuge include a pair of one-shot missile tubes, reloadable from beneath inside the bunk room and a single gauss gun turret. This unit is completely sealed, and fed by ammunition from beneath inside the main storage room. It is fired by the control unit defence system, and aimed using camera footage from one of the screens.

Note that use of weaponry must first be met with a consent signal form main base, to stop its use by hostiles.

OOC: mostly just a growing post...

IC:

Base Camp one

They were unloading medical supplies and numerous silver bullets from the now almost always open wormhole. Construction on a portal on this side was now happening as the base was growing to about 100 men. Security forces were now posted around a makeshift razor wire fence that been brought over to secure a perimeter around the portal. A small tin can barracks was being put up, but for the most part men slept in one of the many APCs or IFVs facing out in case of attack.

However back in the small shelter where the Colonel had hid with his men they had managed to get a radio operational and were now working hard to get the one wounded man to stay alive long enough. It was, for the most part, a lost cause....

"Shit, hes lost too much blood, if we cant get him to a hospital in ten minutes he is dead."

"we got another 20 minutes till the APCs even get here. Can we cauterize the wound?"

"It's at least a foot deep into his side, are you fucking insane?"

"Get him some more morphine, hes kicking and moaning again!"

"God damn it! He's going to die!"

At this point the Colonel walked over and grabbed a vial of morphine and filled the syringe full and injected the soldier with a very generous dose.

"let him pass peacefully. It's the least we could do for him."

The medics watched as the morphine coursed through the soldiers body. Let the man pass in peace, that was the least they could do. They rose off the floor and let the puddle of blood expand and change the ground to a deep red color. Normally they would not give up on such a man, but there was no hope. he had lost more then half his blood and help was still 20 minutes off. They saluted their fallen comrade and watched as he slipped into a peaceful death. Once he had passed they prepared his body to be loaded and taken back home.

Base Camp two:

Another portal was being built on this nice hillside, another fort, another group of 50 men. IFVs and APCs were coming through and teams were exploring out the world around them. Here a Lryasian SkyGaurd battery would be set up to keep track of flying items. Already the radar set up was under way. Two large wooden towers watched over the camp as they began construction on a Razor wire fence before another nightfall....

Base Camp three:

In the desert of some forgotten realm the base camp stood surrounded on all sides by miles of hilly sand and desert. nothing stood to dare try and live in this area. While the temperature was a bearable 94 degrees there wasnt a drop of humidity in the air. Not a cloud in the sky. Nothing moved here. Nothing died here. The campers were busy putting up towers on the higher sand dunes and keeping IFVs up there for fire support in case something did show up.

Two dune buggies were out driving around looking for anything odd in the sand. Worse comes to worse this massive desert area would become a nice place to blow shit up....

There was a flash of light and a strange tugging feeling came over Kapitun Mister. Suddenly the screaming men in front of him were replaced by sand dunes and unbearable heat. Did I do that? He wondered but then spied a tower in the distance. Food. Was his only thought.

OOC: So everyone realizes that the big werewolf mutant thing is at Basecamp Three and sorry abt the rping your guys Alfegos. :headbang:

OOC: ok your guys are going to attack me in the middle of the desert....cool


IC:

The two men in the small wooden tower were staring out into nothing for hours. After all the excitement and promises of researching the unknown, exploring places you only imagine in your dreams, they were burning in a grill shaped tower staring into what could be the Mejican Desert, the really really shitty parts, like la fortaleza, worse training ever, in areas just like this. After a few hours of playing cards the two guys began taking turns taking naps when all of sudden a white light appeared off in the distance. He pulled out the binoculars and tried to get a better look, but all he could make out was a few faint figures....

"hey Captain, we got something in the desert!"

The Captain was back in the camp making coffee for the few guys in the towers and IFVs when someone yelled. He looked over and to the tower that yelled it. Seeing one of them napping, something to take care of later, but now he was running and grabbed a sergeant and another soldier to get to the Dune buggy and check it out.

The dune buggies were simple (http://www.chenowth.com/alsv.jpg), with a JAM heavy machine gun on top loaded with 9x60mm anti-vehicle rounds. They drove up to the tower where the Captain yelled at them to stay awake, get on the radio and get the Major up, and keep an eye on them as they go out and look around.

"We are on channel nine you get that!"

"Channel nine, sir!"

The Dune buggy raced out into the desert as the tower guided them towards the fate object. The ex-sleeping soldier got on the Major's channel and woke him up telling him there were humanoids in the desert.

It was late, far too late for nothing but predators to be out on the tundra. If the predators had lifted their noses from the ground in their constant search for food, they might have admired the moon. It hung over the sky like a god, a watchful, angry, cold uncaring god.

And from this god came the Selenites.

That night 5 airships floated down without a sound, undetected and unnoticed. They landed softly on the snow of the North Pole, and their massive balloons seemed to glow and eerie green.

The ships opened up, and out poured the strangest creature (http://www.orbit.zkm.de/files/MeliesTheSelenites1932-02.jpg)s ever to grace the planet. They were made of crystal, took no breath, and seemed not even to notice the cold. Out they poured from their ships, their powerful frog like legs hitting the ground with a smack. Their alien eyes surveyed the world before them. It was barren, a wasteland, surely nothing could survive here.

But they needed no oxygen, no food. They simply lived. And so, they began to build. They had brought no weapons, no tools, nothing of which to build with. With their minds they lifted the rocks around them, slamming them into each other to "carve" them as they wished. In a short time a small settlement was created, and the 500 or so Selenites smiled upon this new colony they had founded.

But what of the rest of the planet? Did it contain life? The Selenites were an ancient race, and remembered conducting many experiments on the natives to "enhance" them as slaves. But with the fall of Atlantis, their "laboratory city," they had abandoned technology, turning to metaphysics and the power within instead.

Their leader, High Priest Cth-yan, spoke in the Selenite tongue, a strange mix of noises the tongue of man could not describe, the closest thing to it could only be described as "rock grinding upon rock."

"This is a glorious time my children, for the empire of Nanna shall be reborn!" He bowed his head, crouched and clapped his hands. "Praise to our wandering sphere!"

"Praise to our wandering sphere!" The colonists repeated the phrase like parrots on command.

"We must name this place, this holy place to our race, that its name might be recorded by all those who fall before it." The priest squatted down, his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. None dared say anything to break his concentration. Then, a voice creaked from his throat, a voice not wholly his own.

"I hear a voice....on the wind...Hyperborea."

And so it came to pass, The Elder Things from Beyond The Sky had returned, and the name of Hyperborea would forever echo down the winding tunnels of history.

Cth-yan and his people had no need for sleep, so they sat and watched the stars, amazed how little they shined. They began to think of the planet as cursed, until the sun rose. Never before had they seen anything like this, truly a wonder of atmosphere.

Cth-yan half noticed the beauty, more dire needs on his mind. Only 500 Selenites were permitted on the planet, and no more for the time being would join them here. He needed more bodies, more creatures to complete his Great Work.

Cth-yan called upon his acolytes, and told them the time had come to perform a great rite, one not attempted since First Landing.

"But Great One, does not this ritual break The Laws?" One of the smaller priests whizzed and whirred in confusion. Cth-yan grew silent, his eyes looking the doubter over.

"What is the covenant, my student?"

"That while me might never die, we must never grow."

"And since we shall never see an increase in our numbers, we must use others for these purposes. The time of the Shoggoth shall return to this planet, and upon their backs we shall build our glory." His students said nothing, and did as they were told. Away from the new structures they went, and they began to draw lines in the snow with their minds. Arcane sigils and triangles were drawn upon the ground, and the air seemed heavy with energy.

Cth-yan's eyes once more fell behind his head, and his body began to quake with silver energy. He spoke in a distorted voice full of malign hatred.

"Spirit of the Moon, Remember!
NANNA, Father of the Astral Gods, Remember!
In the Name of the Covenant sworn between Thee and the Your Race,
I call to Thee! Hearken, and Remember!
From the Gates of this planet, I call Thee! From the Four Gates of the Land KI, I pray to Thee!"

The lines in the snow began to glow, and the moon above seemed to glow.

"O Lord, Hero of the Gods, who in heaven and upon all stars is exalted!
Lord NANNA, of the Race of ANU, hear me!
Lord NANNA, called SIN, hear me!
Lord NANNA, Father of the Gods of UR, hear me!
Lord NANNA, God of the Shining Crown of Night, hear me!
Maker of Kings, Progenitor of the Land, Giver of the Gilded Sceptre,
Hear me and Remember!
Mighty Father, Whose thought is beyond the comprehension of all other gods,
Hear me and Remember!"

A silver beam descended from the moon and landed within one of the central triangle. Hissing, roars, and screams could be heard. Whispers seemed to come from everywhere.

"Gate of the Great Gates of the Spheres, open unto me!
Master of the IGIGI, swing open Thy Gate!
Master of the ANNUNAKI, open the Gate to the Stars!
IA NAMRASIT! IA SIN! IA NANNA!
BASTAMAAGANASTA IA KIA KANPA!
MAGABATHI-YA NANNA KANPA!
MASHRITA NANNA ZIA KANPA!
IA MAG! IA GAMAG! IA ZAGASTHENA KIA!
ASHTAG KARELLIOSH!"

Within the triangle a great ripping could be heard, as the very fabric of the universe was cut in twain. Wind swept everywhere, and many were blown back. Before Cth-yan appeared a creature, not unlike a bear-sized walking amoeba. It was purple, and filled with eyes, tentacles, and teeth.

"You are bound to my will, just as your body is bound to my spells. Now take to the air, and seek life." The Shoggoth hissed, or rather bubbled, and morphed it's body to one resembling a kite....allbet one with fearsome eyes and teeth. the Shoggoth screamed as it took off into the air, heading toward the south. Cth-yan smiled.

"Now, only 499 to go..."

OOC: Dude, that is some freaky shit... Are the Selenites by H.P. Lovecraft?
and Mokastana it's "Weird Freaky Mutant Werewolf Thing" not "guys."

IC:
The Desert
Hearing the roaring engines and feeling a change in the atmosphere, Kapitun Mister roared with arcane power shaking the earth to it's core. Something equal with my power is here. He thought with wonder. How can this be? Then returning his attention to the aproaching vehicle, he charged.

OOC: Mokastana, you now have permission to rp my "Weird Freaky Mutant Werewolf Thing" but TG me about its abilities.;)

OOC: No, the Selenites were actually believed to exist till the late 1800's, though I base the idea of my version on the interesting myths regarding the Sumerians and the Moon.

IC:

While Hyperborea continued to grow and be "craved," the shoggoth flew the skies. It had no hunger, no feeling, no mind. Its sole purpose in existence was the completion of all tasks set before him by the summoner. It scanned islands and various lands, until it sensed humanoid life sparks. Before him was a large desert, filled with strange creatures. It ingrained every visual and auditory memory perfectly, so that its master could re-live the experiance.

Wolves.
Projectiles.
Psychic Beasts.

The shoggoth lifted on a gust of warm wind and returned to the faraway land of Hyperborea. Had it been noticed? It was unknown, the single minded creature having no thoughts of its own to ponder the question.

Back at the pole, Hyperborea grew. Now every resident lived in monolith-crowned citadels. They were built with vast angles and stone surfaces, abnormal, non-Euclidean, and loathsomely redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours...too great to belong to anything right and proper for this earth, and impious with horrible images and disturbing hieroglyphs.

Each resident either a wizard, priest, or summoner, and spent their time experimenting, in prayer or practicing their gifts. The small city had begun to take on a green glow, and could have been seen from the shore. In the center of the settlement lay the Zigguraut of Ur, the "Hyperboreans" main temple.

Hyperboreans. They had begun to differentiate between themselves and their kin Above. Cth-yul encouraged it, but did this make it right. Many simply whisked the question away, throwing themselves into their respective works.

Cth-yul however was deep in meditation, tumbling over the images and sounds he had been shown by his Shoggoth. The Shoggoth had morphed into a visor, and had made it seem as if Cth-yul was seeing and hearing it right before him. I recognize the wolf-beasts, a hybrid race designed as forest guardians. Amazing they still live. We must learn more if we are to meet them.

OOC: let me guess, only silver rounds on em

IC:

Base camp two:

"Sir, we got something on radar."

"What is it?"

"Dont know sir, but its over the desert area."

"keep an eye on it, paint it of you want, but don't fire unless BS3 tells us."

The commander went to the radio to contact base camp three and find out what was going on....little did he know that chaos was about to come...

Base Camp three:

The Captain aimed his rifle from the passenger's seat of the dune buggy as the "Weird Freaky Mutant Werewolf Thing" charged the buggy. Above him the JAM machine gunner fired a burst off as the driver turned to aviod hitting the "Weird Freaky Mutant Werewolf Thing" but it was to late. The monster jumped on the hood and dove into the vehicle. The driver was doomed but the captain managed to get a burst off into the monster's chest. He fell over gripping on the cage with its right hand and stabbed the driver with its left as it slide off the hood. The Machine gun aimed down and fired massive 9x60mm rounds into the beast pushing it further off the vehicle. The dune buggy jumped a dune and began to roll, the driver was wounded and the werewolf was now flying away from the buggy. Which ened up crashing off to the side....

back at the tower the two soldiers watched as the seen unfolded...the former sleeper aimed a sniper rifle but couldnt get a good shot, while his buddy played spotter and contacted the major.

"Shit sir, its a "Weird Freaky Mutant Werewolf Thing" and its attacking the captain. We may need silver rounds."

"Copy that, sending out another buggy."

Only this buggy was an IFV with 5 men in the back armed with AM-07(7.62x54mm) loaded with silver rounds, luckily the Fegosians had told them that werewolves were about. So they had the silver rounds to spare....

the captain was dazed and confused, he held his rifle close and crawled out from under the buggy, he could hear, tearing, squirting, something being....eaten....he looked under the buggy and saw about 20 feel away the werewolf, healing, eating his driver, just tearing him apart...he took aim, and fired....

Base camp two patrol:

The five men were looking through the jungle searching for anything, they had silver rounds along with normal rounds, but they hoped they wouldn't run into trouble. One man had an M3 which was standard for patrols nowadays. They had cut through jungle roots and suddenly found themselves at the base of a huge rock. The rock was not natural, that was obvious, it was curved, straight, had designs of some sorts, they marked it on the maps and continued on looking for an entrance. They soon found one, a small archway five feet tall and two feet wide, leading down for what appeared to be forever, for no light they sent down could show the end of the tunnel. They marked it and returned back to camp to report and bring back a better team

OOC: are you attaching to one of my men?

IC:

"...Hyperborea..."

Corporal Generico Domingo heard the words from somewhere, he looked around curious and dumbfounded, what was that, probably the lack of sleep, he needed to stay alert. Something was happening, after all a dune buggy had gone out into the desert, shots were heard, then an IFV left. He ran to his bunker and aimed the AM-07 out into the desert, orders were to load up with silver rounds....but what was that noise....

Cth-yu hummed and moved his claws in esoteric formations, his "Craft Chamber" lit only by the energy coming off him. His ritual was pulling his mind away, far away from Hyperborea....across the sea....over mountains...above the desert. His mind was like a ghost, and he saw men with weapons all around him. He dove towards the nearest one, attaching to his mind.

He began to whisper.

"...Hyperborea..."

OOC: are you attaching to one of my men?

IC:

"...Hyperborea..."

Corporal Generico Domingo heard the words from somewhere, he looked around curious and dumbfounded, what was that, probably the lack of sleep, he needed to stay alert. Something was happening, after all a dune buggy had gone out into the desert, shots were heard, then an IFV left. He ran to his bunker and aimed the AM-07 out into the desert, orders were to load up with silver rounds....but what was that noise....

OOC: Yes

IC: Cth-yu had made contact. He began to flood the human's mind with images of polar wastes, frigid air, and strange geometry. Go....go to the North...seek truth... A flash appeared in the man's head and Cth-yul's eyes, black as the void of space, stared out. The man's head began to feel the pressure, the weight of Cth-yul's powers. Come to the Northern Cap of the world, and meet the Gods of this land. You shall be our prophet, our messenger to our new subjects. Come at all available speed, lest I grind my jaws upon thine soul!

His mind left, and he at once was in his body again. He calmed himself and banished all lingering energies in the room, and left to oversee the city. Hyperborea had grown, each residence now having its own chapel, laboratory, or other occult chamber. The city was filled with strange winds blowing in all directions, and oddly enough no snow fell upon any of the glowing buildings. The wails, hisses, and gnashing of conjured spirits could be heard everywhere. Cth-yul only laughed.

The gods HAD returned.

*Bump for Mokastana*

OOC: Sorry, had to get lunch, will post soon though

Route to the Fegosians:

The Colonel was now riding in one of the two Vehicles that had come to pick them up, the other took the three bodies and brought them back to BS1 for transfer back home. The Signal the Fegosians had given them was being broad casted on every frequency as they passed the second refugee. He held his breath as he looked out the vehicle via scanners and saw the two giant metal machines watch them as they passed. Even without attacking they looked terrifying, but then again, weren't they suppose to. Colonel Vincent Rodriguez took a breath of relief once it they passed and were still alive. He knew how close it was to risking death using this signal, thats why at refuge three they would find the Fegosian vehicles and use those. Assuming the mystery there wasn't about...

Base Camp three:

Corporal Generico Domingo fell back seeing the images everywhere and nowhere all at once, his entire world was overwhelmed with unintelligible symbols and thoughts. He fought to regain control but lost before he could even try. Come to the Northern Cap of the world, and meet the Gods of this land. You shall be our prophet, our messenger to our new subjects. Come at all available speed, lest I grind my jaws upon thine soul!

He screamed and fell over, changed. he knew what he had to do. He must get to the ice capes, but how? the most they had was a few Ironhearts and Dune Buggies nothing capable of getting there. Unless he could get back to Research Island on the other side of the wormhole, back on Earth, and bury one into the polar region. No better yet....

"Sir, are you ok, what the hell happened to you?"

His men were over him trying to revive their corporal and keep an eye out in the desert at the same time...

"Shit, Get me to the Lut. I just saw some crazy shit, someone was in my mind, showing me the arctic region. There is something there!"

The two men went back to watching out into the desert listening to the few more shots that went off waiting for anything to happen. While one man helped bring the Corperal to the medical tent to be checked. The doctor heard the story and began testing him for basic sanity, follow the light, reflexes and the like and then sat him down in the corner until they word on what was happening in the desert. Since he knew by the gunshots this tent would soon be overwhelmed by chaos.

Corp. Domingo sat in the corner, he wanst sure who that was, or what that was, much less if he could contact it. Was he hallucinating...

Adjacent to the thrid refuge were two other structures, set into the ground, with only the concrete entrances showing. One was the garage, with 4 Gecko FAVs equipped with heavy weapons in the form of two AFVMG-7 machineguns, an AFVGL-2 60mm mortar and best of all an 80mm VAAT-W67 wire-guided missile launcher. All fueled and loaded up with ammunition,as they were intended to be, with IFF units plugged into charge.

The larger bunker, a few hundred metres away on the other side of the road, was what had been used to test early stages of Project Suprademonium. On the other side of a massive steel bulkhead, welded shut and sealed with concrete slabs, corridors lead to laboratories, surgical theatres, fighting arenas, and sinister rows of cages. What they had hoped for were that the 8 horrors held inside would die of hunger, trapped in their cages. But the project had been more of a sucess than anticipated: for the creatures had escaped, and they had fed on the remaining supplies. When they were low, the creatures had esacped through the bulkhead that now beared the scars of a massive assault and an eventual breach through the centre, and had preyed on whatever came their way. Infighting and cannibalism meant there were only 3 left. 3 creatures designed for killing, who by day hid their radiation-susceptible skins in the ruins of the bunker and the wrecks of tanks fired upon by test weaponry in the nearby range zone, and by night prowled the area, attacking without care of their enemy's weapons. For they were hard to kill even with electrolasers.

A few metres before the emergnacy refuge, the track was littered with the trophies of their killings: smashed vehicles, bleached skeletons, and the limb lifeless bodies of 4 combat drones impaled on stakes. Vehicles bore deep scratchmarks, signs of impacts that had somehow penetrated their armour. Bodies were shattered. But the drons showed these creature's experience: intact they were, with swords extended, but with a deep impact mark where their brain and neck were. Enough to stop the explosive signal, with such a sudden attack not even giving them the time to react. Robotic units possibly able to be resuscitated should an advanced robotics engineer find replacement brains to repair them with, to be able to link up the neural paths without setting off the explosives, and to be able to re-teach it how to kill.

Near Basecamp Three
Kapitun Mister looked up from his meal sensing something high in the air. Power. It has power. He thought, glancing up he caught a fleeting glimpse of a strange beast but then it was gone. Wind demon, know that you are mine enemy, tell your master he is no god. There is only Methua and the undeniable power of Nature. Fear me, I am the Avatar, reborn. He projected his mind to it. Then he thought. Now, I must destroy this false god after eating. He picked up the body and started forward.

Refuge three:

17 men, now with 4 crew members from the Ironhearts they drove past the damages and the spoils of victory of something the Colonel decided that he didn't want to fight. As the vehicles pulled closer to the refuge he thought whether or not it would be smart to risk those things. The sun was rising, that was a good sign, so they would be able to see more and get work done. Trasmitting the signal via radio was working, but the IFFs would promise a little more security.

"Ok men, we are going to make this quick. First off, we need to find the Gecko FAVs and get them working, worse comes to worse if we cant then try and get the IFF receivers off of them in working order. I want a few men checking the refuge for electrolasers as well, or anything else of value. The most we are spending here is one hour, unless we have trouble with the IFFs. Keep an eye out for anything unusual, like what might be able of destroy those robots. Now let's go"


Desert:

The Captain fired rounds into the werewolf, trying to empty the clip, there was no way he was going to let this monster live. Luckily by the time the beast noticed the IFV (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=533583&postcount=1)came over a sand dune, aiming its massive KWF PAK2 25mm automatic cannon right at the werewolf.

"Shit, what is that?" one crew member asked..

"Dont know, lets just kill it."

With that the back hatch opened and 8 men raced out with silver bullet loaded AM-07s while the cannon began unloading 3 high explosive rounds into the werewolf...

Base Camp two:

A team of APCs returned to the hole in the rock formation later to explore the opening, see where the hole leads. Inside were 24 men, four 5 man teams and four men to remain on the surface and keep track of them all. Their first objective was to circle the rock and look for other entrances. Over head a small UAV circled the rock gathering information on size, shape, possible material, how it responded to being hit with RADAR, LADAR and other signals. They wanted to know everything about this rock before anything happened inside it.

Overall four holes were found and all lead about a mile inward to one central core. In the middle where all four holes met there was a 5 foot wide hole leading down, once again the flashlights wouldn't show all the way down.

OOC: Im tired and don't feel like going into to much detail

As the sun rose, one of the creatures howled: a primeval scream, with mechanical undertones. It had sensed the vehicles enter the area, and knew that there was food. But the sun had begun to rise above the horizon, meaning they would be seen and would suffer possibly irreversable damage to their soft skin.

Two were hidden in the testing bunker, looking out from the darkness within at the creatures outside: their former master. They were the ones who had created them in the artificial wombs, who had born them into the world. The ones who had augmented their existing strengths with synthetic additions that had turned them into the killers they were. They had been designed on a human form, being bipedal. But that was where the similarities ended. They had been based on velociraptors, with powerful legs and jaws, yet with extremely developed front limbs equipped with long bony knives. Able to run on these as well as attack, they had been upgraded even more with metallic joints and electronic muscular units enhancing their strength and speed, and electronic senses allowing them to see much further than they could have. Metabolism modifications allowed them to survive for weeks without food. However, their hide of scales with kevlar woven in had been imperfect: errors in the designs had left them with albino scales, degenerated by UV light along with the kevlar.

But starving as they were, the pair quickly discussed their attack plan, chittering quietly with the wind disguising their comments. They soon decided to attack quickly, consuming the prey in the bunker filled with strange devices of their creators, of weaponry and odd movement augmentations different from their own. They had left these alone, being the property of the creator. They had eaten those not thier creators, who had dared to enter this land, as food and to protect their creators, who they revered.

They dropped low to the ground, taking cover in the shadows as they slowly advanced towards their prey behind ruins and debris. When they thought they were close enough, they lept out and began charging, screaming as they flailed their claws to attack.

The men were exploring the bunker, obviously looking for anything good....Inside they say dozens of strange contraptions and odd tools, by the looks of it this place had either been a horrific torture chamber, or a place where they designed new weapons of war, aka mobile torture chambers. It was shocking what was in here, dozens of cages torn open, massive amounts of damage from something, long story short, they were not going to find much to keep themselves feed, but maybe armed.

"Hey Jose, Look at this!"

One soldier picked up a robotic looking claw arm and began using it a bulky knife, until the sergeant told him to stop dicking around.

Outside two men were looking into the damaged bunkers. Seeing if anything moved in there. With the sun to the left it was hard to see inside, as the brightness reflected off the side and created a pitch black hole where the torn open bunker could hold something. Instead one took out his IR scanner and attached it to his rifle, and looked down to the bunkers. What he was was the heated outline of two raptor like creatures charging froward towards the bunkers, and them. Immediently he looked up to see two even worse monsters coming at him. Both opened fire on full auto into the creatures.

Around the Bunker one of the drivers of the APC heard the gunshots and screams and drove the large vehicle around to give supporting fire. The men who were working on the Gecko's also ran to try and take care of these monsters. One even pulled out his M3, but given the speed it was hard to aim with the Anti-personnel round loaded in the weapon.

Inside the bunker the men heard the screams and gunfire and ran to block watch the door, two set up behind a table aiming at the door while one looked out and started inviting people in.

(OOC: Sorry about the iffy godmoding here, but I saw it was the only logical way to post this)

A scream came from one of the creatures as rounds began inpacting on its hide. While they casued no penetration damage, the bruising was more severe, but would only be a problem later.

The two launched themselves at the two men, grabbing them in their claws before dragging them screaming into the bunker. The noises from the stopped with a crack as their necks were snapped on the concrete floor. Inside, there were more shouts: more food. And it seemed they were messing with the creator's tools. A shrill cry rang up from the two as they kicked the bodies into the corner of the room they used for food storage, and then silence as they crept from the room into the dark bunker, using precision heat senses and the sounds of the human movement to track their prey down.

The bunker was about to be a killing ground, if they didn't take out the creatures with slightly stronger weaponry than anti-personnel rounds. A brief cackle from one of them as they started playing with their food, trying to scare them in this darkness by appearing from the ceiling suddenly behind their food before disappearing, their wake marked by sudden gunshots as they crept around. The Mokans had the brief period the creatures would play in, before they started getting butchered.

(OOC: in fast pace actions you got to fudge the rules a bit, to get a good story, do you got info on the Geckos so i can see what they are?)

IC:

The creatures dove in the bunker with the two men far as many 7.62x54mm rounds flew at them. No doubt they were hit, but obviously not even close to killed. Colonel Rodriguez watched the whole scene from the Geckos, and decided time was time to get the hell out of here. He told them to get figure out how to drive those things ASAP and get them running because we are taking those. As for the men inside, well if they could make it outside they were safe, but no one was going in after them. Instead 5 men set up outside the door with an APC's main gun aiming down the only entrance. Two men with High explosive rockets loaded were aiming into the entrance.

By the sounds of the screams and bullets, it was a bloodbath in there.


Inside the 5 men had panicked. They stayed in the light, so that they could avoid getting picked off, IR googles were put on or IR scopes on the rifles, so that they could try and spot the monsters before they got caught. In the frenzy they the beast had ran past them, after all they were moving in to guard the door but they were still confused and separated. Two were in the entrance when the beast charged in and ran to the their food storage room they looked back and decided to hunt the beast. Using IR scopes they walked down the hallway towards the room where the bodies were kept. rifles up and a grenade in the other hand, just like training. The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the bunker, as the beast played it its food.

"Jose, you alive down there?" A voice down the corridor called, the two men stopped and watched to see if anything would respond to the call

Base Camp three:

Corporal Generico Domingo fell back seeing the images everywhere and nowhere all at once, his entire world was overwhelmed with unintelligible symbols and thoughts. He fought to regain control but lost before he could even try. Come to the Northern Cap of the world, and meet the Gods of this land. You shall be our prophet, our messenger to our new subjects. Come at all available speed, lest I grind my jaws upon thine soul!

He screamed and fell over, changed. he knew what he had to do. He must get to the ice capes, but how? the most they had was a few Ironhearts and Dune Buggies nothing capable of getting there. Unless he could get back to Research Island on the other side of the wormhole, back on Earth, and bury one into the polar region. No better yet....

"Sir, are you ok, what the hell happened to you?"

His men were over him trying to revive their corporal and keep an eye out in the desert at the same time...

"Shit, Get me to the Lut. I just saw some crazy shit, someone was in my mind, showing me the arctic region. There is something there!"

The two men went back to watching out into the desert listening to the few more shots that went off waiting for anything to happen. While one man helped bring the Corperal to the medical tent to be checked. The doctor heard the story and began testing him for basic sanity, follow the light, reflexes and the like and then sat him down in the corner until they word on what was happening in the desert. Since he knew by the gunshots this tent would soon be overwhelmed by chaos.

Corp. Domingo sat in the corner, he wanst sure who that was, or what that was, much less if he could contact it. Was he hallucinating...

Cth-Yul sat atop his tower, peering into the Northern lights. His Shoggoth had brought word from some creature or another who dared to challenge his authority. Cth-yul could not help but laugh, or at least what they regarded as laughter. What challenged him? What on this sphere could rival his power, he who had seen the very creation of all existence? Those images were long burned into his mind, and the faces of the Gods were terribly enough to drive any other into insanity..

His mind flittered to the wolf beasts. Did they not worship the moon? Fools! If they only knew what lay upon it, and what it truly was! His claws cackled with energy. This human would lead the charge, he would be their instrument of eradication! Cth-yul sent his mind across the void, back into the human he had touched. He displayed images of the were-creatures, dead and dying.

These abominations displease us. Come to the North, and we shall give you power beyond your wildest imagination. You shall be Lord of all your kin, and launch a crusade against those foul wolf beasts who dare to dispoil this land. Tell your countrymen they have allies, but only if you come to us. It is foretold:

Man possesses the Sign
And the Number
And the Shape
To summon the Blood of his Parents.
And this is the Covenant.
Created by the Elder Gods
From the Blood of the Ancient Ones
Man is the Key by which
The Gate IAK SAKKAK may be flung wide
By which the Ancient Ones
Shall seek their Vengeance
Upon the face of this world
Against the Offspring of MARDUK.
For what is new
Came from that which is old
And what is old
Shall replace that which is new
And once again the Ancient Ones
Shall rule upon the face of the Earth!

He left the man's mind, leaving an image of the glowing city of Hyperborea permanently seared into his thoughts. Until he came he would find no relief, feeling as if he was lost. If he delayed long enough he might go insane...but such was the price of Truth.

Feeling the presence of silver, strength surged through him and he charged the small vehicle. Pain racked his body as the gun came to life but he endured. Huge wounds were on his arms and back because of his leaping and dodging. When he reached the tank he put his full bulk into it leaving a sizable crater. Then forcing it open with his mind he reduced everyone inside to a pulp. Suddenly, a voice was in his head denying The Moon, denying Methua. Foolish imitator, I am the Avatar reborn and I am coming. Then he left, heading North.

OOC: Ok, send him to me, but please don't godmod and make him "ub3r 1nvincible." He WILL most likekly die.

OOC: Tabor, i was going to have him get an expedition to the arctic because of his mental images, but then again he may just get thrown into a mental ward...We don't have planes or anything capable of travel to the arctic yet..by the way good post...

Nicherwan, just a question, is your magic based of mana? or something like that, pretty much im just curious as how to it gets its magic and psychic abilities...

IC:

In the medical tent he sat in the corner learning his fate, Corporal Domingo knew what he had to do. He stood up, looking at the Doctor...

"we must go to the arctic region"

"what?"

"Salvation waits for us there, they have shown me, someone wants us to help fight the werewolves and they promise us immense power...we need to go there, they have selected me to meet them."

"sit down!"

"No I must go to the arctic region! I must-"

The doctor shot him with a tranquilizer and he fell to the floor, he had many many issues to take care off...

"Doctor, get to the main base now!"

Outside the base was a panic. Men were prepared for an attack, the tower told them how the weird wolf thing, tore the IFV apart and wondered off to the north bleeding and running. Men were racing out to the destroyed vehicles and dead bodies followed by more dune buggies to help the only survivor, the sergeant. the Commander ordered no one to pursue the werewolf if it was retreating, instead they released a UAV to follow it and figure out where it was going. The sergeant had watched the entire seen, with an empty rifle, and a crashed dune buggy, he has seen the creature destroy and cause the soldiers to implode it seemed. He walked over and grabbed a silver round loaded AM-07 and waited as more troops arrived. Soon he was onboard a buggy heading back to the medical tent....


"good god, 11 men, two vehicles, and you are the only survivor? what the hell was it?"

"it looked like a friggen werewolf doc."

After a checkup and a double check he wasn't bitten the doctor laid him down next to the man who claimed they need to head north.

Command tent, base camp three

Inside the tent the Doctor, the Major, and a few officers talked about the event tonight.

"well we can salvage the buggy, but the IFV is dead, along with everyone inside it."

"what the hell was that?"

"Spotters said it was just one werewolf. They apperently have psychic or something like that like abilities."

"Impossible..."

"Do you have another explanation?"

"How do we beat them? we need better tactics then charging those fuckers, and how did it get here?"

The doctor spoke up this time...."well i do not know how to defeat them until i can get a body or tissue sample, but i do have a patient claiming that we need to get to the arctic because something up there called him to go"

"That is insane, how are we to get there?"

"A wormhole might work..."

"No why should we even listen to this guy, that is insane."

"And fighting magic werewolves isnt, you forget, we are MBSA soldiers, we expect insanity. Obviously you never served in the beta projects."

"Fine then, lets go interview him, see if he is reliable..."

OOC: Thank you for the compliment. I actually have a rather deep storyline planned out, so I hope you guys stick around. :p

IC: Hyperborea now had a wall and massive gate, carven with strange sigils and images of things dead but dreaming. Shoggoth slaves patroled and performed menial tasks, taking on whatever shape thier masters desired. Cth-yul looked upon Hyperborea with pride, a true city of the gods.

And more would come. Already Cth-yul could sense dark stirrings beneath the waves, and reports were coming from Shoggoth scouts of life not too far away. Perhaps the reports were of more then just a small whaling town.

Yes...perhaps our brothers have survived...

(OOC:The Gecko is a Fast Attack Vehicle... think of thishere (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fast_Attack_Vehicle), and you've practically got it. Two front seats, a back seat, and a standing point for the roof gunner. Incidentally, the roof gun is, as I said, different on two of the vehicles (to your advantage...?). Get in, drive like hell outta there, and you'll live.)

The creatures stopped for the moment, hanging from ceilings while they listened for their prey, moving about and chattering. Some of them could see in the dark as well. One of them heard a call, and decided to cause even more fear. It tried imitating the shout, but with harsh mechanical undertones and many a hiss.
"Oh Jose oh Jose? Are you alive? ssssss....."

They began to silently creep over the ceiling, hanging from fittings or using their claws to dig holes to hold from. The hunt for food had started, and the caller had identified itself as fair game. There were two warm bodies, two throbbing heartbeats, right next to their food store. One of them dropped onto the concrete passageway floor, ducking in and out of cover as it moved up the corridor. From here, it was easy to hear the prey's breathing, and every electrical pulse that was the frantic rhythm of the prey's chests.

OOC: Hey Alfegos, are you human as well? If you are, I believe the Selenites would like a word with you...:)

OOC: Human, but with a slight problem... I'm waiting on Mereshka before I do anything radical, since I am currently engaged in a full-scale war with his werewolves. Add to that the problem of time in the area being rather distorted...wait until I get a reply from Mereshka or he dies away, allowing for the Selenites to "discuss" matters with them.

You can go into the large area established as an Alfegan colony, as long as you don't mind the CBR and conventional weapons testing across the entire area, monstrosities as encountered by Mokastana, and the fact that there are areas of time not behaving properly (aka Temporal Storm). Being an advanced race, I'm sure they would stay out of the area, if only to avoid the weird things going on.

OOC: Then I shall wait upon the poles. ;)

Refuge three:

"Get the geckos loaded up and lets get the hell out of here."

The Colonel noticed those things didn't like the sun. they avoided a large mass of prey to get inside the bunker. After grabbing two men though, either way, he had five men inside that bunker, who were possibly dead by now, either way, they were going to load up and get out.

Inside the two men closest to the entrance stopped.

"Oh Jose oh Jose? Are you alive? ssssss....."

The one on the left pulled out his radio and spoke quietly.

"Guys, I am by the entrance, we have an open hallway and outside are dozens of guns, lets get the hell out now."

With that the two men began using cover-retreat tactics to get closer to the way out behind them. one watch the other run for cover, then vice versa. Further down the hallway the man who had called out for Jose was back in the room where he had found the strange claw-blade thing he showed to Jose. He picked up the claw and began to look at it, actually try and understand it, what was it out there hunting him....He looked around the room waiting for something to spring out and get him....Rifle up, grenade in the other hand....

Jose on the other hand was with the fifth guy, hiding in a dark room watching the door, luckily the hallway was lit so they could see if anything ran past the door or in the room. One even had an IR goggle set on just in case.

Base camp three

"So you say we need to get to the arctic region to find these creatures that hate the werewolves that contacted you?"

"I know I sound crazy but you got to believe me!"

"Very well, we will go back to research island and get a wormhole in the arctic area, worse comes to worse we use it as a training base for the MBSA army."

"I need to come."

"Why?"

"They speak through me, therefore I will need to lead you!"

"Your crazy if they are so amazing have them talk threw someone else."

The major really didnt want to go to the arctic, Mokans were a tropical people, and freezing weather wasn't their friend to put it nicely, and for all he knew this guy was just looking to mess with them. Though why he woul chose the arctic was beyond any rational.

The two creatures hung overhead in the corridor, knowing their prey was getting away. Though the hallway at the entrance was filled with spotlights, and outside there were missiles, they could not let them get outside.

They lept down into the hallway, swinging onto the soldiers at high speed. Amid the cacophany of gunfire and the clatter of grenade, one of the them scuttled back off into the dark bunker with a still writhing body in its jaws, not given the coup de grace of the others. Hopefully, bait. Still screaming, they would lure more food in with living bait, trying to save it.

The other screeched as it was hit by gunfire, scuttling back off without anyone, leaving behind the blood of an injured aggressor slashed at by those long claws. It was leaking blood from a wound to its leg: pale blue blood from the impregnation of antibodies and performance-enhanced blood cells in its vessels. Even as the wound visably knitted itself back together, it left an ugly scar mass, contrasting against the albino scales. The round that had penetrated had shattered its angle, making it rely on the mechanical heel attachment for walking along. Unluckily for the Mokans, the ankle would only take a few days to fix itself. If they ever came back this way at night, it would be waiting for their smell.
It busied itself on one of the dead corpses, relishing the flesh, while its eyes darted back to the victim still crying out in the corner, injured where it had been grabbed by the jaws. It had seemed a good idea at the time, when it still could walk properly.

Cth-yul had decided to check up on his "prophet." His mind reeled across the void, ducking and bobbing, staying clear from the many dark things that fed there. Finally he re-entered this plane, and after adjusting his third eye, he saw the room clearly.

"Your crazy if they are so amazing have them talk threw someone else."

Who was this doubter? He was in the way. Cth-yul began to manifest energy around his mind, sending objects in the room flying towards the doubter. Sharp things included.

Your kin lack faith, and under them your race shall fall and be cast into the sea. Images of burning human cities and dead soldiers flooded the vessel's mind. Cth-yul could taste the fear, and used it to increase the clarity of the vision. You opened a gate, a gate that any may cross. It has been foretold in the stars that a race must be wiped from the face of their plane. Will it be man or the wolves?

Cth-yul quieted the man's mind, giving him soothing and awe inspiring images of Hyperborea. Come to the Glowing City, and seek thine destiny, with or without your kin.

Cth-yul left, quickly becoming disgusted with the lack of motivations these creatures had. He offered unknowable power, and still he tarried. Cth-yul, deep in thought, bumped into a Shoggoth. In an instant he ripped it to pieces with his mind, his hard crystalline body spattered with green goo. He seemed not to care. Hyperborea had grown quite nicely, and he doubted its majesty could be equalled by anything these...these...planet-dwellers could muster. For some reason Cth-yul had grown to hate this world, and almost everything on it. Sometimes he would wander the pole, looking for anything alive, just so he might kill it.

Already he had wiped out two species, the snow lion and the frostwurm, as they were called in the tongues of the "natives." As he passed every structure greetings and honors were cast his way by the populace. Whispers and murmurs had been spread among his kin of his "divinity."

Hmm...divinity. To be a god, to have that kind of power!

Suddenly he stopped. He remembered back, aeons ago, to The Creation. There was a god assigned to rule over this world and its inhabitants, he remembered it's face. But when his people came to this sphere, it was gone. But where had it gone?

It was time to find out.
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"ZI KIA KANPA!
ZI ANNA KANPA!
ZI DINGIR KIA KANPA!
ZI DINGIR ANNA KANPA!
Hear me, O Thou NARILUGGALDIMMERANKIA,
Watcher of the IGIGI and the ANNUNAKI,
Sub-Commander of all the Wind Demons!
Come to Me by the Powers of the Word BANRABISHU
And answer my urgent prayer!
For None may pass into the World Above
or the World Below
without your knowledge.
ZI KIA KANPA!
ZI ANNA KANPA!"

The calling triangle glowed a bright green, as a spirit began to take shape. Cth-yul's claws had been painted with the Elder Seal, a potent protection against all manner of spirit. What once was a bright green mass twisted and turned violently until it became a spirit of a shape too terrible to be described. It looked upon Cth-yul with a mixture of fear and hunger, it's voice shaking the Summoning Tower.

"WHO DARES TO SPEAK MY NAME?"

"It is I, Cth-yul, he who hath passed through the gate of Marduk. You hold no power over me spirit, for I am a child of Nanna!" The spirit hissed and screamed at this name.

"Curse your father to the pits of Tiamat!" Cth-Yul shoved his claws forward, bringing the elder seal near the spirit. At once it's form was engulfed in green flames, as screams rang out all over the pole.

"Obey me!"

"I serve only Kutu-" Cutting him off, Cth-yul shoved the elder seal even closer, and the spirits very essence began to drift away like smoke. The screams were even more horrible now, as it tried desperatly to return to its home plane. "What! What do you seek foul wizard?"

"The fate of this sphere's god! Where is he, that I might steal his flame!" The spirit laughed manically, though Cth-yul could not ascertain why.

"You fool! You toad! Has your father taught you NOTHING? Demiurge lies long dead, slain in the coming of the Old Ones! His body lies hidden from mortal eyes, lest one of you taint our ranks! Now release me, you putrid spawn of rock!" Cth-Yul payed no heed to his insults, too preoccupied with his new revelations.

"Yes....join the ranks of the gods..." He walked towards the massive door.

"Wait! Release me! Release m-"

Cth-yul slammed and locked the massive rock door, chuckling to himself.

Refuge Three:

More gunshots. More screams. More deaths. At that point the Colonel had enough, no one was going in, but no one was coming out either. It was a hard call but he had to. He picked up his radio and contacted Base camp one.

"Base Camp one this is Revive one we need a missile strike ASAP, i want this bunker leveled."

"Revive one, we don't have that ability yet."

"Then get it and get a missile here before the day is over. Make sure its a bunker buster. The target is meant to survive nuclear bombs, got that."

"Your insane Colonel, ordering it via wormhole."

Inside the two men making it out had been surprised. As one turned to dive back a monster leaped on him and took him before he could react. He fired a burst into the hallway and chucked the grenade after his devoured comrade. When another charged in he fired off more rounds into the creature, apparently hurting it, for while it had bitten him, he lived. Painfully.

"FUCK AWWW FUCK MIERDA!!!"

His grenade was gone, his rifle had maybe two bullets left. and his leg was now a bloody mess. HE dropped the clip and tried to scoot back to the exit, reloading the rifle and picking up another grenade of his belt, pulling out the pin and holding the claps in, preventing it from detonating but in case he was attacked, it would.

His buddy on the other hand, had been clawed though the back and taken off, he dropped his rifle and used the last of his energy to pull the pin on his grenade, though still holding it. When the beast finally dropped him and began munching down, the grenade rolled out of his hand.

The two men in the dark(Jose) room heard the first grenade explode and took advantage of the situation to run for the door. Ignoring all proper methods of retreat they ran as fast as they could with rifles in hand. The last man inside heard the running and firing and decided to run into the mess with his rifle in one hand and that damn claw thing in the other....


Base Camp three:

The Major saw the room come alive as numerous things flew straight at him, and in the medical tent, there were lots of sharp objects to attack with. Syringes, blades, scaples books, and other things flew straight at him, stabbing him, poking him, beating him as he fell to the ground screaming. The visions were to much to bear. He curled up into a bloody mess on the ground as staff raced in.

Corperal Generico Domingo got up and ran passed the staff that tried to take care of the Major, he ran screaming: get me out of here! I must get out!

No one grabbed him as he ran passed and ran to the buggy lot. He ran into the shack where they kept the keys and stole a set then ran back out to a buggy. Any key would work on any buggy. He turned it on and raced north....

By then the people in the station noticed he had lost it. and were now chasing him down. Two buggy's loaded up and pursued him into the desert night.

"OHH MIGHTY ONE!!" he called "I HAVE SEEN YOUR POWER, I COME FOR YOU, BRING ME TO YOU!!"

The words rang out in Cth-yul's mind, and he was pleased. Yes, now I shall have my prophet. With his mind he called over the nearest Shoggoth. It obeyed slavishly, taking the form of a puddle beneath his feet. "Take the form I desire, and track the life flame I give to you. This human is not to be harmed, he is my instrument, and any pain that befalls him will befall you a hundred times over!"

The puddle began to twist and turn, Cth-yul's potent magic only adding to its strength. Now it was more then shoggoth, more then mere slave. It had become a nightgaunt (http://images.elfwood.com/art/m/i/mindsiphon/nightgaunt.jpg).

The creature raced into the sky, its jet black skin blending perfectly with the night. It flew with unnatural speed, and in mere hours it had reached the flame it had been sent for.

It swept down in front of the buggy, stopping it with it's powerful claws, a demon from the abyss. One could feel the energy about it, and it was not good. Still, though it had no face, the human would know its purpose.

The still living one was moving down the corridor as it heard the first explosion ahead. It cowered back, silencing itself so that it could hear what was going on. The sounds appeared to be moving away. Out of the bunker!
It began running down the corridor, inhumanly fast, as a second explosion came from the food storage room. A nagging feeling told it that the other was definately dead, and the food was likely ruined.

In anger, it sped, up, the forms of men ahead silhouetted against the blinding light of danger. It screeched out, a loud, hissing howl echoing around the entire bunker. From deep inside, echoes bounced around. But combined with them was a more sinister noise.
It almost stopped in fear as it realised what had awoken. When they had explored for food in the early times, they had found a barricaded door that led even further underground. The one that had been taught by the creators to read their language had said that it was a warning. Of something more dangerous than them.

The man ahead had run outside, with the creature bursting out behind them. Its final moments of screaming, yowling anguish in the day it had never seen before were met with a sudden cold surge of air flowing out from the door of the bunker entrance. A limp, shredded body collapsed in front of one of the IFVs, riddled with AP rounds that had punched through its deteriorating skin. Bluish blood leaked out, not stopping as the creature's body shut down for a final time. If anyone was looking though, they would have noticed that it was beginning to freeze...

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The bunker had originally been divided into three zones: the upper level was the storage and testing area, where the low and mid-level creatures, such as Raptor B, had been kept, tended to, and above all shown in capability. Many bare concrete corridors, with concrete rooms branching off either side, filled with now-rusting cages and deformed experimental equipment.

The next level down was the breeding and augmentation zone, where the creatures had been born in artificial tanks, their first view of the world a sterile white room filled with creators and with their machines. But from here came such items as "CLAW, NO.4, FORELIMB - RAPTOR B", left to rust when the bunker was sealed up, on the many clean worksurfaces that were soon left with boods of many colours, memories of screaming from the pain of augmentation etched into the now peeling walls.

The lower level was sealed off, and had been before the upper levels were: 15 metres of concrete, with steel struts and assorted warning signs, behind a welded metal door. Whatever had been upstairs had had the intellegence to escape via force and anguish from the sealed bunker and into the outside. Down here, the concern was sheer power. The most dangerous projects were kept down here, in suspended animation for hopeful eternity. Amongst the concrete corridors, security posts and the armed men that once filled the corridors down here were the steel-barred doors opened by a 4-stage biometric scan. Inside, laboritories and large empty cells led to the birthing vats, and then to the pens. Where the Chimeras were stored, in unconcsious oblivion until rescusitated and secured down, for testing and augmentation in the seperate laboratories.

Over time, many of the units had broken down, the creatures inside dying as they were rudely awaken, fiercly trying to escape the vats that were their prisons, dying in agony. The ones that had been strong enough to smash out from the vats and feebly claw their way to the massive food stores down here had grown stronger and wiser, creatures with the blood of werewolves pounding through limbs never seen in the world before. By combining the attributes and raw DNA of creatures together, they had eventually reached the stage where they started mass producing killer creatures.
These "Synths" as they were known were made even more deadly by the extensive bionic enhancements, up to 70% of their bodies made from man-made materials, and were intended to replace all vehicles as loyal weapon of war.

The rebellion though had led to a far greater problem: them turning against their masters. That was why the palce was shut down and sealed, now failed weaponry pointing futily at a concrete wall that was the only defence to the outside world. Behind it, a creature synthesised from titanium plating, intelligent armour sheets, advanced organic limbs and a brain that had taken decades to perfect had woken from a chemical slumber as the explosion above gently destoryed the damaged power connections of the corrosive atmosphere. A burst of strength easily let it escape from the glass vat it was in, before it reached the doorway. Only just able to fit through it, this creature used something that had been the deciding factor in the facility shutdown: a limited extent of what could be called magic. With unearthly fires draining the air of the bunker of its heat, it melted a hole in the steel door holding it in. In the corridor, a few lesser organisms, genetically modified Anti-personnel creates, scuttled away. From armoured heads hung electrolasers, fuelled by the heartbeat of the creatures themselves.

The creature reached the barricade, and began draining the heat from around it. As the air temperature dropped to -80 degrees, the lesser synths dropped down into self-induced hibernation, preserving warmth as much as possible. Enraged as this, the creature smashed itself into the wall, it's two pairs of forelimbs scraping massive gouges in the half-molten surface, revealing only solid concrete. The concrete shook from the impact, barcaes on the other side jolting. Active shock absorbers attempted to cancel out the frequency of the impact, yet failed when they found the MR fluid had decayed decades before. A BIOHAZARD sign shook, jangling with other assorted notices: "Keep Out!"; "Restricted Zone!"; "Synth Danger!"; "Do not Excavate!". After a few more jolts, each followed by a half-minute break, the concrete had begun to show signs of stress. A computer unit activated, it's display showing to any onlookers that it predicted 4 hours until barricade failure. Time to escape, or to retaliate?

The lure of food and of limitless energy beyond made it continue to batter against the concrete, small chunks falling around the impact site. When it was out, what could stop it save a nuclear weapon?

OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while, the cpu wasn't free. Tabor, my werewolf is pretty much an avatar of a god so he's about a fifth of the power of a real god. His psychic ability is based on his proximity to magic and since he has magic powers his psychic powers are amazingly powerful. His magic is based on him following Methua and stmina, not Mana.

Basecamp Three
Kapitun Mister growled at this unseen enemy, this pretender of power. Cursing it's name, he heard a noise steadily growing louder. Then suddenly appearing over a sand dune, there was a lightly armored vehicle that passed him by, ignorant of his precense. It's heading North. He realized. Why? Is the Pretender gathering power? I shall follow it. He said reaching a decision. He head North, bounding forward on all fours, like a wolf. Never slowing to catch his breath or even eat. There'll be plenty of food when I get there. He thought with a smile.

From the seas crawled a man who was not quite a man, closer to the void closer to the fish in the sea than a real man. He came with a book in hand and wrapped in robes of sea weed, and his yellow eyes that pierced mens souls. He was Ful'sumee Yag'tur a messanger from the depths come to seek one thing, their lost brothers.

It started days before deep in the temple of the undercity, amid the temple of the old ones. Ful'sumee had asked for whatever was beyond the void to use his energy to come forth and show them the way to strike back at those who had driven them to this end of the Earth this cold frozen abyss. All of those who walked on two legs and had the blessings on the elder ones who pay. Ful'sumee's hate and anger was like a flame in the darkness, he could feel something coming crawling through the void. His vision went black, his body moved as if something else had taken control, as he let it was over his body and spirit. All he could remember was walking across the frozen wastes towards a glowing crystal city. Something behind its walls called to him.

Soon, very soon he would know why he had been brought here and just who or what was calling them there. Soon the the Deep Ones would raise once again to power and make all fear Dagon.

[QUOTE=Nicherwan;13501303]OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while, the cpu wasn't free. Tabor, my werewolf is pretty much an avatar of a god so he's about a fifth of the power of a real god. His psychic ability is based on his proximity to magic and since he has magic powers his psychic powers are amazingly powerful. His magic is based on him following Methua and stmina, not Mana.

OOC: Thats fine, its just your one avatar is entering a city of 500 of the most powerful wizards and summoners, not to mention around 1,000 Shoggoths who can simply enwrap themselves around you, drag you to the ocean, and let the ones below have their way with you. Another ally joins my cause, and rather then sending you one avatar to surely die, I recommend you do some recruiting. After all, wouldn't a massive cataclysmic battle be better? Anywho, the human will get here first, and you've got quite a journey to think it over.

IC: Cth-yul seemed frozen. He was lost in thought, and was sensing a whole new power in the region. Amid his nightly conujurations he had felt as if some mighty power lay just below the Northern Waters. But what? He shook his head, trying to dispell the thoughts from his head, but alas, he could not.

It was meant to be.

Before his race had come and used the sphere as their personal laboratory, they had encountered and aquatic and secretive race whose age was wholly unknown, as if they had existed since the first wave caressed the shore. But these beings were by no means benevolent. Indeed, they had been feared by the Selenites, for it was they who had dragged Atlantis, Lemuria, Ultima Thule, and Mu into the depths of the sea...

...with their bare hands.

Desert:

"Base Camp three we have been chasing him for an hour now, there is no way we are going to get him to stop, fly us out some gas because that is the only way we are going to get him to stop, he's bound to run out some time, and when he does we will need to bring these back."

The three Buggies raced further into the deserted desert. Surrounded by nothing but an occasional dune and the twilight of the stars. The sun would be rising soon, but until then they would have to rely on the moon, or both, depending on the astronomy around this planet. Just then something black raced out of the sky and crashed head on to one of the buggies, the lead one.

"BS3 he just hit something!"

Corp. Domingo fell froward as the buggy came to a halt, hitting the steering wheel with his body and then slamming back into the seat. Not the perfect way to stop, but it could always be worse. He looked up at the monster that stood before him, it was here, a sign from the god that he was the chosen one.

"Bring me to my lord!"he command

Behind him the two other buggies stopped as they starred at the giant bird monster. On one of the buggies the driver and passenger jumped out and began to fire at the thing while the gunner opened up with even more 9x60mm rounds. Whatever the thing was they wanted it dead. The other buggy slammed on the gas and tried to keep moving as the gunner unloaded the heavy machine gun into it, the passenger sprayed off a few 7.62s, but not accurately while he reached for the radio: "BS3, its a fucking pterodactyl, send help." The driver wanted to do a U around the creature then pull out, but the thing didnt seem inclind to do so...

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BOOM!

Gunfire, screams...

BOOM!

Screams....

Then two men raced out the entrance of the bunker, one after the other, the second followed by one of the monsters.

"Get down!"

The massive amount of fire put into the creature took it down quickly. Listening to its last screams as it fell over was as chilling as it was a relief. Two soldiers ran up the soldier who had ducked in the nick of time and pulled him to the IFV.

"What happened in there? Where is the other creature?"

"Fuck I don't know, I just made it out, there is wounded right in the entrance. Get them."

Two more men raced to the entrance, flashing lights inside they saw the wounded soldier and the two men who had managed to get out of the way of the monster as it chased Jose to its death. The one bastard with the claw thing had put it down to help put a tourniquet around the bleeding soldiers leg. he saw the lights and looked over.

"Hey you bastards going to help me with this, the other one is dead, I saw most of it blown to pieces, apparently Miguel didn't want to die alone, God bless his sacrifice. Now help me get this man out of here!"

They heard a noise from deeper in the bunker, something that sounded even worse. So they moved in against orders and pulled him out, dragging the soldier to the APC and putting him in for the medics to work on. Colonel Rodriguez counted to ensure that everyone was alive and out, or dead. Then he heard the noise from the bunker.

"Leave the dead, lets load up and get out now!"

Within 37 seconds of that statement the Geckos and IFVs were off heading towards the Fegosian Command Center....

The nightgaunt scooped the man up, and with a horrible shriek that would bring the unprotected to their knees. In an instant it was in the air, the bullets casually ripping through, the creature feeling no pain. The dark sky made it all but invisible, and with unnatural speed it would reach the Glowing City of Hyperborea in under an hour.

The Prophet of Man would soon fulfill his destiny.

"What the fuck was that?"

The only guns that fired on the monster were the 9mm machine guns, but to no effect. When the vehicles stopped firing and realized that he was now gone they loaded up the third Buggy and marked where they were with a becon and drove back to the base. From the east the sun could be seen coming over the horizon.

"Command, the bird thing captured the corporal and flew off, we are bringing the buggy back and are keeping an eye out. Recommend getting better guns out here. Over"

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"IT IS TIME!"

In little time the air became colder, and in the distance a faint green glow could be seen. Soon the city came into full view, glowing as if givinng of unearthly power. The nightgaunt flew over the massive and grotesque walls, 11 feet wide and pure rock, carrying the Prophet to Cth-yul's own tower.

There upon it stood Cth-yul, and he confirmed in the man's mind that this was the being he had been talking to. His form was sure to shock the man, so he was wrapped in a robe and hood of what appeared to be ice, nothing save his claws to be seen. The man was set down upon the roof of the tower, right at the feet of Cth-yul. He stood 8 feet tall, and green flames appeared to wisk around him. The nightgaunt sat and kneeled.

Cth-yul knew the man could never hope to understand the language of the Selenites, so once again he spoke into his mind.

You, you who have been chosen, have finally arrived. You are the only mortal man to even glimpse the City of The Gods, and if it were not for my protection over you, you would surely be struck insane by such a sight. You have many questions, so before I instruct you in your destiny you may ask He Who Knoweth All Things.

Ful'sumee stood just a few meteres away from the glowing walls, he knew it now this is the place he was to come, this was the place the lord Dagon had sent him. He raised one scaled hand and shouted from the depths of his gullet "I am Ful'sumee Yag'tur high priest of Dagon, you will obey and open your gates so I may speak with ones from far away, to speak with ones from beyond the void!" He stood he knew they would respond it was only a matter of time.

He flipped open his tomb and began to chant the songs of the deep in hopes that Dagon, though so far from the sea would aid him in his work in this glowing crystal city of madness.

Meanwhile back in the small village of Kul'tar the people watched the waves and waited. Not but two moons ago did a fishing ship dock in their town. The men had stayed in the inn and were warned to leave their gods on their ship, but the men did not listening they sang prayers of a false idle and Commisar Holt had heard these false prayers and knew those below the waves had too. He stands pearched on the docks waiting for a sign from the sea, he knew that these men who would dare worship false idles here would have angered the deep ones and they would come for them. Commisar Holt would not take the blame for this, he knew what he must do. He run to the church tower and rang the bell once -now the town would listen- he ran it two times fast -the town militia would come- he ran it twice again - now the whole town would come even the ones who lived under the waves-

As the sun set behind the waves the town closed every shutter every door, as the men slept in their rooms commisar Holt was standing on the shore with a mob of 50 men and 40 more less than human men and waited. They did not have to wait long before they had arrived, they crawled from the waves at first on fours then on their legs. More than 20 warriors had come and Holt knew that they would only be settled with blood. The first of this warband headed straight for Holt.

"Commisar you know why we are here do you not?" His gils twitched as he tried to use his water filled lungs once more.
Holt could not take his eyes of the water that poured from his mouth.

"Aye lord Gar'ius I know why your band sets foot upon the sand. We have locked them in the chambers and the town has followed all of my instructions to the letter. Ever window door and cellar is locked and closed." Sweat ran down his brow Gar'ius was not one to be kind to those who lived above

"Good then take us to these men, they must pay for what they have said upon Dagon shores. He cries for their blood and if not theirs, he has said yours Holt. And I pray i only have to bring you back with me." He smirked and bumped past the mob. He spoke in the Deep Ones tounge and only gave his orders once, his warband was to drag these men to the depths and make sure the pressure killed thme before their bodies were giving to the preists. But as he walked down their coblestone roads he thought while the high priest is away he would taste of the blood of landwalkers, he would save one for himself a must unholy offence.

The incantations themselves opened the gates, through the use of primordial magick, and the inhabitants were struck with fear. Cth-yul sensed this, and while continuing his dialogue with the human, he ordered one of his acolytes to meet The One of The Sea.

In but moments a Selenite approached the priest, albeit wrapped in arcane energy. He spoke in the tongue of creation, a language all the ancient races knew. "Deep One, my master has instructed me to welcome you to Hyperborea. Your kind has not been seen since the Third Cataclysm, and my master is eager to meet with you. I have been told that he can be found atop his Summoning Tower, and that you are awaited there." The Selenite hesitated.

"I was also instructed to ask if you came alone...not out of fear but...but..." The Deep One was quite a thing to behold, and this lowly acolyte had been charged to escort him!

"P-please, come with me."

"My lord, why have you choses me, what is your will, what is your divine plan for the defeat of the werewolf race my lord, what can I do to appease you?"

The Corporal was on his knees in front of the giant being, worshipping it as he asked his questions, he could feel the power in the air. He knew he was in the presence of greatness...

OOC: crappy post i know

Ful'sumee grinned he could smell the fear on this worm. "Then worm take me, your smell makes me sick, I have much to speak of and little time." He closed the tomb and walked closer. He was fille dwith pride that just songs had opened the walls he knew this was the place where his brothers were. Not nly the sights but the smells themselves gave him reminders of home. As he walked he could just smell the man fear grow stronger and he breathed heavy and made gurgling noises through his gils. "Try not to wet yourself and when you speak in a tounge so old try not to stutter, it's very un becoming." He grinned he had'nt had anything to eat or drink for days but he knew he would find it here, not only that by the shelter he needed after such a journy.

And then a voice from the depths of his mind deep and commanding
"You have done well and shall be rewarded Ful'sumee."
He stopped for a moment, he had thought he was hearing things now.

Cth-Yul laughed, his astral form appearing before the Deep one in a brillant flash of green. Now it was the Spawn of the Sea who would feel fear. "Singer of Scales, Child of Dagon, Preist of the Waves, you boldly open the gates to a city you know not. Surely you are aware of what could have happened..."

A lightning bolt struck the ground near Cth-Yul, making all around him jump. He merely laughed. "Ha ha! I remember your kind, your wet laughter as you dragged all we worked to create into the depths. I've often wondered what you did with all you took, and why. Then again you kin were never bound to the Covenant."

"I know you would not walk upon solid earth unless it was of dire need, nor disturb my Glowing City. What then, do you come for?"

He knew this was a test to see his inner strength, he smiled and gave a slight bow. "Then you know us well, my time upon this land has been harsh, and I come here to ask once again for a union of our kinds. There has been a change in the sea's a growing force that we do not know the sorce of. And we have been watching the events unfold on your lands and in this world. I believe we could once again raise up and put this world to the torch and make all bow before the crystal city and the sea." He smiled and looked towards the gates. "And if you thought I would be afraid, then you have forgotten the will of my kind. Besides had you wanted me dead you'd ahve killed me by now." He knew that his tone was risky to speak to one as strong as Cth-Yul in such a manor would mean death.

Back in the village the inn warband had reached the inn and readied themselves what they were going to do would upset Dagon, but none was brave enough to stand and fight against an order from Gar'ius

"Ah, the intelligence from the Deep shines once again. I too long for the return of this world's true masters, and shall offer you and your ilk a deal. I shall teach your priests the ways of our Magick, in return I ask you kind and whatever allies you have help in my domination of this sphere. When all is done, we shall rule the land, while you rule the seas. And, of course, you shall be allowed to...breed...with whatever inhabitants survive...as is your custom."

"Already we have once again begun to sway the humans to our will, though the wolfbeasts stand against us. I worry not, for already the humans war against them, with technology almost at the height of Atlantis' former glory, though they have lost their connection to the void, and their minds have become soft."

"Do we have a pact?"

Rock temple: 12 miles out of Base Camp two

It had been three days since the discovery of the giant rock structure, teams had explored the tunnels and found the center hole, cameras were lowered to figure out what it was. after a forth of mile down the camera stopped showing darkness but everything appeared bright and green. it was a Giant field of plants and ferns underground. In a center appeared to be a giant "sun" spreading light to all corners of the underground field. Looking around the field went on for miles and miles. The holes they had found appeared to be ventilation systems for something. Looking down they were still many miles above the surface.

From there they had sent UAVs down the hole and flew them around inside the giant field looking for something, anything that might be an entrance, until one saw a something that looked like a ring, just a ring in the middle of a field standing on its side, it could be a portal to something, but if it was it was dead.

On the outside UAVs scanned looking for any other possible entrance, but the answer was found in a cave three miles north. It was another ring, the same shape and size, whatever entity had created this had wormhole or warp technology. Yet they had air vents?

No doubt it would take months to get these gates working again, so they took the easy way out. back in research Island the portal was going to open a wormhole into the underground field allow a team to go down there and explore. What they found astonished them, every ancient plant from earth was down here, plants that have been extinct for ages, plants that existed before man, there were no bugs, no other living things but the team, and these plants. Was this just a large green house? what else was here?

Needless to say a worm hole generator was being constructed on this side at base camp two. However to power it they would need a nuclear plant, so one was being shipped through, one piece at a time, base camp two was evolving to Central Command as concrete buildings began to replace tin and metal sheds. Proper defenses were were going up, even the experimental laser cannons were going to be used to defend here.

He grinned " I fear not these wolfmen, and yes you have a pact. But now I am weak from my travels, may I ask for a cool wet place to rest my gils and something to fill my gullet befre I must return." He looked to his tomb and knew Dagon would be pleased, though he felt as if something was wrong in the village as if something terrible was about to take place. It shook him to his core and he knew soon he must return "But I also ask that you send back with me a warband, and in return you'll have the use of our scouts in the sea."

His body tired and his mind weak the sailor opened his eyes and screamed, but was silenced in a turn of the wrist. Gar'ius was happy he'd have his feast and there was nothing the priest could do now, locked away in thier temple they wouldn't know what hit them.

Cth-yul chuckled. "Have you forgotten? 'And the sons of Nanna shall live on forever/though food and drink they'll know not, never.' We have no food here, and no life remains for miles." Ten Shoggoths crawled towards the Deep One.

"Take these as your warband, and know they shall take whatever form pleases ye. They are now under your will. I recommend you tall them to take a swift form, that you might return to your element quickly. I shall await your return, for then I shall teach you and your priests the Rites of Absu."

He grinned " I fear not these wolfmen, and yes you have a pact. But now I am weak from my travels, may I ask for a cool wet place to rest my gils and something to fill my gullet befre I must return." He looked to his tomb and knew Dagon would be pleased, though he felt as if something was wrong in the village as if something terrible was about to take place. It shook him to his core and he knew soon he must return "But I also ask that you send back with me a warband, and in return you'll have the use of our scouts in the sea."

His body tired and his mind weak the sailor opened his eyes and screamed, but was silenced in a turn of the wrist. Gar'ius was happy he'd have his feast and there was nothing the priest could do now, locked away in thier temple they wouldn't know what hit them.

A large crack criss-crossed the surface of the concrete now. On the other side, the creatre was still battering away at the concrete, progressively weakening it until it would crumble. In the darkness, there was more chittering, as the creatures that had survived awakening clustered together behind: 4 infantry synths, equipped with crudely augmented guns and rippling plates of armour; an armour synth, a monstrosity of titanium plating dripping acid from a deformed mouth on its underside; a centipedal monstor desgined for assasinations. All were waiting to get out of the weakening bunker, hibernating or not. But to what end would this succeed?

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Refuge 4 was a quiet refuge, completely at rest. In fact, one might say the most peaceful one in the area. Too peaceful, one could say compared to the others. Not in a sinister way, but a disbelief of restfulness. Even the CBR levels were slightly lower here, only 2 biological agents tested in the area. Ahead, the hills stretched upwards, of refuge 6. Over that difficult terrain was a dry valley up to refuge 10, atop another line of hills. The final refuge before the command centre was hidden behind the rows of hills, as was the command centre. But even from here, it was possible to see the temporal distortion.

For beyond the 6th refuge, the sun was only just rising, and beyond the hidden ninth refuge, it was early evening. Enough to rip anyone's minds into shreds. Who would venture into such a zone, where time itself was distorted? Only the most determined.

Base Camp one:

The SCUD launcher was an older toy that had been locked in a bunker for ages. OF course when operation Sandbox had begun the MBSA declared that they would need about 20 of these for "research" purposes. Of course a few had been used to launch a few "tests," but for the most part they were ignored. However one had finally been shipped to base camp one. Set up was easy, and in one hour it was ready for launch, with a high explosive warhead it would hit the concrete bunker and hopefully blow the concrete into the bunker, smashing anything in there.


"Launch in 5.....4.....3.....2....."

+++BOOTING...COMPLETE
+++CONNECTING TO HUB...FAILED
+++CONNECTING TO BACKUP AI...FAILED
+++REVERTING TO PRIMARY SYSTEM...COMPLETE

The computer murmered to itself, buried in the hill near Refuge 6. Atop the hill, a battery of missiles rotated towards the detected missile that had soared off into the sky outside its sensors.

+++MISSILE THREAT = ANTI-BUNKER
+++TARGET = FACILITY 4C
+++CALCULATING TRAJECTORY...COMPLETE
+++INTERCEPTING...

3 Patriot-esque missiles blasted from a missile battery further along the hills, shooting upwards before curving back towards the inbound SCUD. Which was not broadcasting a correct IFF signal.

+++INTERCEPTING...

One of the missiles hit a patch of slow time, randomly formed by the temporal disturbance, and slowed to a crawl, barely moving.

+++PATRIOT 2 FAILED

Another cut out in mid burn, the engine dying after 20 years of neglect.

+++PATRIOT 1 FAILED

The final missile curved towards the streak that was the SCUD, before suddenly veering off as the countermeasures on the SCUD disabled the guidance on the weapon.

+++PATRIOT 3 FAILED
+++...FAILED
+++INITIALISING SCAN OF ALL VEHICLE MARKERS...

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The creature burst through the concrete shards, dust raining from its shell. It screamed mentally, a howl to war that sent the other creatures jittering. Even the creatures still in their vats joined in, waking and starting to struggle out.
This fun was cut out by a distant crunch, before a sudden explosion. Pieces of concrete rained down, followed by soil from above. No creatures weren't affected, even the psychic creature pinned down a piece of concrete it couldn't budge. The tomb was sealed as the entire corridor to the outside world failed and collapsed, before the self-destruct systems left on for years without care started up. Secondary explosions ensured the rest of the station was emptied forever, thermobaric weapons deployed in the concealed spaces to completely immolate all traces of experimentation, followed by the roar of the detonation charges. The rest of the bunker began collapsed, whatever left alive sealed for eternity under hundreds of metres of soil, buried alive and for a final time in darkness.

"What the hell? Did no one think that the fegosians would have protection against ancient SCUDs?"

"Sorry sir, we were ordered by Colonel Rogriguez to launch the rocket and-"

"And you didnt attached the fucking signal to show it was freindly, god damn it we got lucky, but I will not allow such a thing to happen again! DO you get me! We do not rely on luck, not when we are facing monsters that the world has never seen. God damn it, I am working with fucking retards, ok then, the next time anything is to fly, drive, move, or eve look at that damn ring, I want it broadcasting that signal, you get me?"

"Sir yes Sir"

The Major was pissed, not only had they launched well over half an hour after the request, but the missile didnt even have the signal to pass. He looked up and thanked Mi Dios for allowing it to hit. He got lucky, which is more then he could say based on the report from base camp three, it seemed they were losing men on every front. Except for base camp two, those lucky bastards had yet to run into any problems, and they were the ones allowed to play with the heat rays. On the bright side base camp one was becoming a fort, and no signs of werewolves...life was getting better....or at least more secure....slowly....

"we got lucky, don't let it happen again..."

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the colonel's unit:

They drove into the forth refugee and looked around, no apperent dangers. Nothing seemed to out of the ordinary, other then the strange lights off to the distance.....

"What are we looking at sir?"

"Time itself, changing and becoming what it wants..."

The site of temporal storms was almost mystical. The aye in the air, it almost had a calming effect, despite the face nearly half the team was lost or wounded. As they parked the geckos and IFVs many took time to look at the beauty in the distance. Only one of the soldiers had even seen the northern lights and said they were nothing compared to this, but this was beauty and the beast, combined into one horrifically beautiful monster ahead. Death had taken off its black robe, cleaned herself up and dressed up for those who were still alive. Almost a gesture from death to show that taking your life was an honor, after all they had been through, everything these men had survived. To die here would be....right, it would be the battle that deserved to claim their spirits.

Luckily the Colonel Rogriguez managed to snap out and get his team to pack up for the night...

"Ok guys, its time for a night of deserved rest, no dancing girls sadly, but instead I can promise you the joy of digging through this bunker to find supplies and anything that may come in use later. Lets go"

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The temple outside base camp two:

An entrance had been found, finally after two days of ground work inside the "green house" as they had been calling it. Though it wasn't really an entrance so much as a vent that opened up in a wall, 50 feet up. It angled up at an exact 32 degree incline, four feet tall, four feet wide and .75 miles down from another designed rock. Soon supplies were being sent down this pipe as crews build a make shift platform up by it and a walkway down, along with an elevator system to bring supplies down into it. There was something intriguing about this place. What was down here, why were earth based plants here? why was it so far underground? who was meant to use it?

+++SCANNING ALL IFF BEACONS...
++++ACTIVE GECKO 1 TRUE
++++ACTIVE GECKO 2 TRUE
++++ACTIVE GECKO 3 TRUE
++++ACTIVE GECKO 4 TRUE
+++PICKING UP SIGNALS...
++++UNKNOWN FRIENDLY BROADCAST DETECTED
++++RING EXTERIOR ACTIVITY DETECTED
+++SETTING UP DATA LOG FOR EXTERNAL...COMPLETE
+++CHECKING UNKNOWN FRIENDLY UNITS...COMPLETE

The computer paused at this point to scan its databanks for the signal: what was it? And should it attack? Without a connection to either AI systems intended for its normal control, it was relying on limited circuitry. And with no manual input, it was put under strain.

+++OPTION 311AIFF92200 SELECTED

The systems calmed down, the missiles returning to rest. The computer had decided to play it safe, and would not attack the vehicles with what seemed like a pirate signal. If they fired off any missiles however, or attacked the installation, or failed to provide the pass code when trying to enter any command and control rooms inside the bunkers, it would attack.

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The power surged back into the control bunker, to the applause of the men inside.
"Get me a line to Refuge 3 ASAP!"
The screen lit up, showing an empty room.
"Refuge 4!"
He sighed as he saw the men bedding down for the night, before calling over.

"We've not got long for a communique, so make it as brief as possible."

A light lit up on the display.

"Right, this is from me to you: you briefly failed to deploy an IFF beacon, and as a result the computer's got suspicious. Bad suspicious. One false move, not seeming like Alfegans who know all the codes etc., you'll be honey. And there's a lot of bees in them hills.

You need to write down these two codes: one is the universal entrance code to the refuge control rooms, and the other is the entrance key to the outer missile control bunker near refuge 6. When you get to refuge 6, you'll have to call us up again, so we can send you the necessary electronic codes to open the doors.
1962A
22D9886AC20BD006

We're going offline in 30 seconds, so tell me what you want as quickly as possible."

The colonel listened up and when he said to write down the numbers he instead recorded the message to be able to replay it later. Thank god for his helmets mic and a nice record feature. As he recorded it another solider managed to scribble it down, but they would double check it once the discussion was done. With thirty seconds they didn't have much time for small talk:


"temporal storms, effect of human body, in CBR suits. and what dangers can we expect up ahead?'

Short, sweet, to the point...

OOC: waiting for you to respond Mok

"My lord, why have you choses me, what is your will, what is your divine plan for the defeat of the werewolf race my lord, what can I do to appease you?"

The Corporal was on his knees in front of the giant being, worshipping it as he asked his questions, he could feel the power in the air. He knew he was in the presence of greatness...

OOC: crappy post i know

OOC: This is what i said, what was your response?

OOC: Damn, I seem to be missing everything!

IC:

"My Prophet, Sole Savior of you Race, I shall give unto thee a tome of great knowledge, a key to the magick of the Gods. With this book you shall summon creatures and direct your will against all those who would oppose our golden reign. "

"With this tome, and your new familiar, you shall convince your kin to join us in eradicating the Spawn of Pazuzu, the accursed wolf beasts." His flames grew higher with rage.

"You and your kind shall join us and the Gods of the Seas and SMITE all those who oppose the rule of the Elder Gods on this sphere. For while they are harmed not by silver, they shall be slain BY THE THOUSANDS! The Haunters of the Dark shall grind their jaws upon the souls of the fallen, and all traces of their filthy pestilence shall be erased from history. Complete your sacred duty and I swear I shall elevate YOU to godhood!"

"Are you ready to grasp your destiny, to enact the will of the gods?"

"Risk of cardiac arrest as you pass through the interface, as well as a risk of asphyxia and physical injury. Once your through, you're fine. You see, the blood will flow slower relatively in some parts of the body, so just be very careful as you cross.
Dangerwise, Refuge 5 is practically right next to a nuclear crater, and refuge 6 has heavily armed drones. Should be able to cope, right? Alfegan command, over and out."

OOC: its all good, lets just keep the story going...

IC:

Ice Caps:

"YES MY LORD, TEACH ME TO CONQUER AND FIGHT IN YOUR HONOR, TOGETHER WE SHALL SLAY THE WEREWOLVES AND BRING THIS PLANET TO ITS KNEES."

The soldier stood and yelled to the giant in the robe, he saw his destiny, he was to save mankind from the wolves, from themselves, once this sphere was safe he would return home and conquer earth in the name of his gods.

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Base camp....whatever:

"God damn, they better thank us once we get there. This place is hell."

The Colonel watched as his men loaded supplies into the Geckos, mainly ammunition and unloaded food into the bunker for the night. Tonight they would relax, take a night off, get out of these suits. It may not be as good as a shower, but a night of relaxation and poker would be nice.

"OK men, tonight we are going to relax, but first, lets get the supplies off of the Ironhearts, load em onto the geckos, Alfegos told us the signal its broadcasting is recognized as a pirate signal and we need to keep it safe, so we are leaving em here. Let's get this work done and get inside for the night."

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The temple:

The "green house" was for the most part being completely covered in research teams. Botanist, soldiers, chemist, biologist, everyone wanted to find out what was down here. For all the chaotic and questionable things beyond the portal this was perhaps the most interesting for science. To give you an idea of how important this discovery was General Miguel Consuelo was put in charge for the sole purpose that the 400 people down there needed to have some sort of central command.

In his trailer/command center he peered out the bullet proof grills of towards the sun that never sets. A lone black hawk in the distance flew across, no doubt transporting another group of scientist who would nearly orgasm just at the site of things they never thought they would lay eyes on. Already they had made amazing discoveries, this place was tempurature controlled, exactly 75 degrees constantly, humidity never changed, but mostly what was odd what the it seemed that while the "sun" provides light, it did close to little for warmth, the warm came straight from the ceiling and walls, even the ground depending on where you were. Yet the question remained, who was this place for? His teams had searched mile after mile of the Green House but came up with nothing. What could possibly be here?

"Sir, Im getting strange readings from a UAV near the sun."

"What is it son?"

"well, it seems, that.....impossible...."

"What?"

"I've seen this before, but that was during the test runs of project gateway."

"are you telling me...."

"Sir, it looks like there is a wormhole in the sun, and it is opening up."

Could it be that simple. The sun was the key to survival down here, could it also be the key to going deeper into the rabbit hole?

"can you get the UAV closer?"

"Sir, are you suggesting flying it into the sun to see what is there?"

"Yes"

"very well sir."

With that the UAV made a sharp turn straight into the wormhole/sun, and discovered something entirely new...

12km from Refuge 5, a patrol of men walked towards Refuge 29 in the middle of the weapons range. To their left, soil bunkers concealed the remains of experimental weapons, targets in trenches at every 100m on 10 lanes.

The 8 men were part of what were known as the "Lost Platoon": one night in 2004, an EMP weapon detonated too close to their position. They lost their radio equipment, now in a ditch somewhere, as well as their electronic maps. And they had been wandering from shelter to shelter, trying to contact someone using the lines and never getting a response, or if they did suddenly experiencing a problem that moved them away again.

In 2006, they had given up hope of getting back, searching for a road as they travelled from shelter to shelter. Never had they found one, wandering in this wilderness. One of the men said they were cursed magically, and they believed that now. One man knocked on the entry of the bunker, and was rewarded by the door sliding open. Inside, the others sat eating, or playing cards with worn out decks. The Lieutenant was sitting with an engineer, fiddling about with a radio set they had found. Though it appeared in one of the bunkers, they had only been able to receive sporadic chatter, and never been able to receive. And now down to only 17 men after a patch of slow-time killed Corporal Hughes, moral was at an all time low. Suddenly, they began receiving chatter. Mokan chatter.

"See about tracking the source down! We want to see about getting to them ASAP."
"But we have no way of finding them."
"Refuge 4. And I've been following them. I reckon it's only about 10 klicks from here, east by south-east."
"Then let's move it then! 2 minutes till we're out of here, and we're going to make it a forced march. I want to be there before sunrise, come rain or shine or bloody temporal storms. Get as much caffeine in your systems at once, OK?"

"Take then this book, bound in the flesh of demons, written in tears of the sun. Behold, the Dreaded Necronomicon!!! (http://www.lovecraft.ru/texts/necro/simon_eng/)"

A wormhole opened between Cth-yul's claws, and screams of horrors escaped from the swirling nexus of energy. Slowly a large book drifted out, floating into the hands of The Prophet. With a click of his claws the portal was gone.

"You are free to remain here and study as long as you wish, and I give you the Nighgaunt that brought you here as a familiar. He shall help you in any way you desire, and know that I shall be able to see through his eyes as whenever I wish."

OOC: he he he... Tabor, my werewolves psychic powers grow when nearer to magic in case you forgot...

IC:
He had been running for a few days North now and already he could feel his power grow, the cool air also helped him breathe easier. He was still running and soon came to a sea. It had large chunks of ice and he could most likely jump from ice chunk to ice chunk, but that would take too long. He looked at the moon, for inspiration, and saw that it was full. A voice filled his head and he knew Methua was speaking to him. My beloved Avatar, you know there is an easier way. The Moon is full and you are doing your duty, going to destroy the false one, the Pretender. Use not your mind but the Moon, invoke Luna Eo, my son. Then realization dawned and he knew what to do. The air around him seemed to grow thick and contracted around him, lending him a silver glow. Bunching up he jumped in the air and suddenly was somewhere else, somewhere that glowed. In front of him were stone walls that were four feet shorter than his full height.

"Come out Pretender, I'll rend you limb from limb." He shouted this, then to show this false deity his prowess;he jumped over the wall looked down and sent a blast from his mind: leaving rubble. He landed on the other side.

"Come forth, lest the rest of this place be doomed as well!"

OOC: One question before I reply. How did you know I was at the pole? I never contacted you, never spoke to you, never even had a run in with you, or even acknowledged your existence before you sent an "avatar" with the gift of instantly recognizing where anything comes from to single handedly wipe my race from the game. Now your werewolf arrives, a werewolf that is immune to silver, can change shape, grows stronger in the presence of magick AND psychic energy (which, ironically enough is what I use) which you never mentioned BEFORE you decided to attack, can leap unfathomable distances, and can somehow walk into a city of 500 OF THE MOST POWERFUL WIZARDS THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN and destroy ALL defenses. Now, that sounds like....oh, I don't know, a massive amount of godmodding to me. Now, I'm fair, so I'm going to simply ask the rest of our fellow roleplayers if this at all sounds fair to them, because if I wanted to rp like you, I would simply summon Cthuhlu who would drive your character mad at the slightest glimpse, and then proceed to make him his personal sex slave.

However, since this site has no rules, per say, I don't do that. Why? Because it ruins the story. So I try to be fair. My guys can be killed, and Cth-yul is by no means immortal. I lowered my numbers to a mere 500, save for shoggoth slaves, because I know the Selenites are very powerful, so I tried to KEEP THINGS FUN.

So, fellow rpers, what have you to say?

OOC: lol the Necronomicon....wow, whats next, there are large monsters sleeping under the surface that are waiting for "the stars to be right" to conquer the world

and Nicherwan, where is the rest of your people?werewolfs? whatever...

IC:

Refugee four:

"Sir the supplies are loaded as you asked."

"Good, get someone on the radio, notify BSone about what is going on and listen for anything from Alfegos, keep some guards posted, track thier vitals, if anyone suddenly drops have a team check it out. The last thing i want is for one of those raptor things to have followed us here. Rotate them every 4 hours, we got enough men to do that. Night Sergeant. on second thought, just bring everyone in and let's lock the doors."


"Yes sir."

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"Yes my lord, I shall stay to study this book until we are ready to conquer this globe, and the next one after that until everywhere in existance belongs to us."

He opened the horrid book and began reading, learning the ways of the gods..

OOC:

i will allow him the ability to head north, on the grounds he is a "god" but any god would know that attacking that would be suicide.

so....he has magic and psychic powers

the rock people have psychic powers, not magic.

i think he should RP his arrival and then everyone else sit back and watch a psychic battle, for plot and realism, the werewolf will probably lose, the god decides, hey that was stupid, then find another way,

Im all for a blitz, but i think he should be defeated for this one, just for the sake of plot.

OOC: Fair enough. Unturland? Alfegos?

OOC: ohh yeah and that was definenlty godmode...

OOC: What was?

OOC:

the blowing up the wall with his mind thing, or town whatever...if you are going to have god like powers you need to discuss it first.

I let the IFV thing go because if he is an avatar with mind powers then it would be believable since my forces don't have protection from that. yours on the other hand would.

OOC: Righto, righto. I'll let the other two chime in, and then see what we shall do.

OOC: Funny Tabor, how you come in with a gigantic super-power god (ripping Lovecraft) that totally upsets the balance of power in this world. (origenally Goblins, Werewolves, Kapitunn Mister and fellow mutants, Mokastanas, Alfegosians fighting each other)

You claim you are 'limiting' yourself to 'only' 500 super-soldiers and a Cthulu like being. Hah! I cant wait until you meet my Gobbos. Theyre sure to give you hell. So dont complain if people only increase their power to match yours.

Can you say: 600,000 gobbo warriors + 240,000 orcs + 20,000 trolls + 3000 shamans+ 1 Mad Balrog! = MASS DESTRUCTION!!! :D

As you can see, this world is gonna see a WAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!

And I will be rping regularly sometime during this weekend.

OOC: What super powered god? And if you must know, I was planning to have an epic battle WITH CTH-YUL AND THE SELENITES SUNKEN TO THE SEA. I PLAN on losing. I'm just trying to make it climatic. By they way, I was using cthuhlu as a point. Have I summoned him? Or Yog-Sothoth? Yig? No. I have summoned slaves to do menial labor....and 1 spirit. Burn me at the stake for my crimes dear father, for I have committed such a grave sin indeed. Interesting I am ripping off Lovecraft while you are merely....hmmm...borrowing from 40k and LOTR. I see.

(OOC: A kind request for everyone to:
1 - Take a chill pill! If he be godmoder, there's no need to go full caps.
2 - The parties in question: can we please try to reach some agreement by telegram, to declutter this thread?
3 - Delete all posts that are exclusively OOC, unless you believe they are absolutely necessary, or edit them into something prettier.
Thankyou! This message will self-destruct in 24 hours.)

IC: Through the night, the 17 men pounded across the ground in a continual forced march. Heavy bags upon their shoulders and electrolasers in their hands, they closed in upon the refuge, the engineer noting that the radio chatter from the Mokans was getting stronger and stronger.
The scout stuck up a hand signal, and the formation changed to Herringbone and halted. Down on one knee, facing towards and away from the scout, the Lieutenant quickly moved over to the scout.
"What you seen?" a very quiet whisper asked.
"Look just over there, and tell me that isn't a Raptor." The scout pointed in front of them, to a light silhouette on the horizon, in their direction of travel.

The lieutenant moved to the respective section leaders, and breifed them. Seconds later, they began moving off again, spread out into arrowhead formation with 5 metres spacings in this open ground. Moving towards the Raptor in the distance, that knew they were there. It probably marked where the Mokans were, and was advancing towards them. Good to kill it first than for it to kill everyone in the bunker.

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The Raptor had stayed hidden amongst the wreckage of an APC while the fight continued all around it. Patiently waiting, it had eventually ventured out at dusk to see what had happened. A loud moan as it found its companions dead, and realised it was the last one left. A surge of anger later, and it began running at a frightful speed down the road, in the tracks of the Geckos. It had wanted blood, not just for food but for revenge as well.

Approaching the squat shape of the refuge, it had hunkered down in the cover of a road-side ditch to check the area. It saw the pinpricks of 17 in the far distance, but decided to deal with them later. It slowly crawled over to the bunker, and onto the roof. Here, it found the thick steel hatchs concealing the coilgun turret and a small battery of missiles. Not that they were alive: unactivated, they were cold and dead. And impossible to get in.

The main door was closed as well. And there weren't the numbers the Raptor could have wanted to have breeched it. No harm trying though. It ran into the door, leaving a large dent in the centre where the two halves met. Then it decided to go for the easy option, it being such a small entrace: it sunk its claws deep between the two slabs of metal, and began to start heaving the door open.

"So the blonde goes and says, How much for that TV? and the clerk says, sorry we don't serve blonds here, so she gets pissed and leaves, the next day she comes in with red hair and asks, how much for that tv and the clerk says..."

"Fuck it man, unless that blond ends up stripping i don't want to hear it."

The roar of laughter from the men was a relief compared to the days they have had before. Normal soldiers would probably be playing cards or doing something productive before bed. Thinking about everything they had seen in the passed to days, but to be MBSA special ops you had to of seen combat before. Three kills. That and you had to pass a psych test, not one to make sure you are sane, but one to show you can detach from reality. Be able to kill a man you never met and then joke about it the next day. Of course most men like that didn't have families, but that only made the job easier. So the poker games continued...

"How about this one amigo? Two Jews, Jesus, and a Catholic priest walk into a bar.."

The two claws ripped at the entrance and tore the the metal, creating loud shreiks and tears, the laughter died instantly as they each reach for the gun they had kept with in inches from them. Thats another thing in the test, no matter what, are you able to kill within 3 seconds of being notified.

Two men with elecrolasers raced to the door followed by 5 with AM-07s. Those who only had pistols went to get the big guns. The Colonel had been sleeping when he heard the noise and grabbed an electrolaser and ran out to the main room. They saw the claws and got down to get a better shot, once any vital part of it made it in here it was going to get lit up.

The cards had all be laid face down and the guns were missing, shit was about to hit the fan.

The raptor roared as it tried to force apart the doors, slowly prising them open. Inisde, it could just about glimpse the humans readying to shoot it. Not that it was caring at the moment. It let go though when it smelt something on the breeze: imminent death. In the darkness, it sensed the heat of bodies in groups on 4 sides. With a snarl of anger of being crept up upon, it spun round to charge at the nearest heat sources.

The men of Section 1, Charlie fireteam, let rip: 3 electrolasers fired off brilliant bolts of white lightening, earthing themselves through the body of the creature. The death blow came from the one reamining heavy gunner 40 degrees from them. An uneartly glow illuminated the killing ground as a corridor of air, much much wider than those of the electrolasers, was turned into a plasma. Nanoseconds later, a massive shockwave ran down the pathway, shattering the bones of the raptor and bursting its internal organs. The limb body collapsed spasming as they ran in and formed an all-round defence, a circle 50m in diameter surrounding the body. The lieutenant and his 2IC moved into the centre of the circle, and kicked the body. Definately dead, and oozing internal remains. Not surprising, being taken out by an anti-tank weapon.

"Get Section 1 to bury the body. Section two, form an all-round defence of the entrance to the refuge and keep on the lookout: there could be more of the bastards out tonight. Section 3, you're coming with me!"

They rapidly moved, and were soon carrying out their tasks, burying the body away from the road in the ditch or lying down still with weapons powered up and ready. Section 3 changed formation rapidly, moving into a staggered file, signalled by uneven raising of the fists, the right higher than the left. They slowly moved inwards towards the door, before kneeling down and raising their weapons. One of the 6 men was the heavy gunner, the ugly metal contraption of a central UV laser surrounded by an electromagnetic shockwave generator resting on his shoulder, a lead as thick as his arm locked into place on a battery backpack.

The Lieutenant and the Sergeant walked up to the door, and knocked three times, three deafening bangs in the ringing silence after the pulse from that weapon. He yelled out to those inside.
"This is Lieutenant Klam'no of 1st Platoon, 3rd Company, the Time Trapser Batallion of the Ministerial Regiment. We are friendly, and will not shoot."

OOC: Mokastana, all of the Gnogs (ugly little people) are dead. Gone. Killed in a giant psychic blast after Kapitun Mister went into Moon Rage. Sorry if I did not make myself clear. I only destroyed a part of the wall so my guy could jump over it. Sorry if I didn't know your Selenites were psychic but wizards usually mean magic. My Werewolf only grows more powerful in the prescence of magic, for the third time! And, who cares how I got to the North, it's make believe! (You can kill my Werewolf, Tabor, if you like.) Now, I am calm.:p:mp5: (jk, I'm NOT going to brutally murder all of you ;)) I don't think that Greater Headhunters is ripping off of 40K, it's probably WHR Fantasy (a goblin shaman is a good indicator.)

IC:
"Come, from your hiding, Pretender!" Kapitun Mister roared. "All that is unnatural shall be consumed. Nature is ceaseless, it is evergreen. Despoil it and pay!" He stood surrounded by an aura of menace and retribution. He was ready.

OOC: Uhh...... Wow. This has sure grown. Anyone mind filling me in a bit? I'll try to be on a little this weekemd.....

[QUOTE=Nicherwan;13510324]OOC: My Werewolf only grows more powerful in the prescence of magic,

OOC: Hey, hey, hey. Timeout, call on the play, red flag, 10 yards back, huddle, and whatever else has to do with sports. I know I haven't been participating in this thread much, but since when the hell has there been other werewolves?

Long story slightly abridged:
The magic whatsits going on at the battle at the Alfegan base caused the portal of the Alfegans to collapse. What it also did was to cause an enourmous dent in space time: basically, our area is running at a much slower rate than the rest of the area. The Mokastanans arrived via their portal, set up a camp on the perimeter of the Alfegan territory, in a desert and in the artic, and have heard a call from the base to help them. While they've spent a few days getting just over a third of the way in, to us the time warp has meant that only minutes have gone by.

As for Nicherwan and The Tabor... I admit I haven't been reading their posts much. But one seems to be aliens arriving over somewhere, the others appearing to be some form of Goblin/magick horde arriving into the world near the Mokastanans.

I hope you can get on a bit this weekend and slightly more often in future, so we can conclude the battle on the surface, as well as have some fun seeing the effects of time being warped in the local area so some patches are moving slower than others. The story so far developed as a way of delaying the Mokastanans from getting to help us so that you had a chance to finish this battle.

"This is Lieutenant Klam'no of 1st Platoon, 3rd Company, the Time Trapser Batallion of the Ministerial Regiment. We are friendly, and will not shoot."

One soldier stuck his head out the torn open doors with an elctrolaser pointing out.

"Well hell, It's good to see some friendlies around here. Chicos, abra la puerta! Give us a minute, that raptor did a good number on this door. We'll let you in in a second."

After a bit of messing with the electronics and a bit of ingenuity they realized the raptor had bent a door so the metal would not slide on the track, however the other, though damaged would pull back, still with a few inches sticking out. Overall the doorway was now reuced to a three foot gap for them to come in and out from.

"Come on in amigos"

A few soldiers were still in the eventrace way in case anything went wrong. Armed and ready, the only problem the Colonel had with this was that most of the soldiers, didn't have on their NBC suits. One had on the pants and the rest folded down over his body, but that looked more ridiculous then piratical.

"Greetings I am Colonel Vincent Rodriguez, MBSA. Is there anything we can do for you guys?"

OOC: Alright, lets see, where were we.....

IC: The man the Thelar had been running for had just blacked out. He grinned. A human able to do something like that, would make an excellent addition to Methua's army. He shuddered to imagine what he would be able to do when he was trained. Reaching him, he bent down to pick up the human. Looking up, he noticed that the moon was setting. Somehow he had the feeling the battle would not go so well during the day. He gave a series of long howls, signaling the army to retreat slightly to set up camp. And, to leave the enemy injured. He grinned at the thought of werewolves turning inside the enemy base. Carrying the human over his shoulder, he ran with his brothers.

"It's about time we saw some human faces. Look, we'll get that door closed for you once the rest come in, and I'll tell you about our story then. It is one I can assure you that is a pretty interesting one."

The other men came in, clad in their tatty NBC suits and ragged gasmasks as they entered the shelters. 4 years of use had left them in a rather sorry state, even though they still were operable. The gasmask filters were changed every now and then allowing for the constant survival. Soon they were all sat down, the suits removed to reveal the battered DPM uniforms of the men below. A large hourglass was mounted on each of their shoulders, the sands of time running into a dark bottom vial. Underneath was a stylised 3, their company number. They lay back on their burgans, webbing hanging off to the sides. The lieutenant, with the two stars on his rank slider still shining despite their wear and tear, leant forwards to begin talking.

"You know how patrol missions normally are, don't you? A simple stroll, keeping on the lookout. Now what happened in this case was an accident, sure, but was our downfall, as well as that of my Colour Sergeant. The reason why we don't carry these electrolasers any more, or the Pulse Cannon Corperal Yan has over there, is the same reason why we ended in this predicament.
The electrolaser my Colour Sergeant was carrying had been unusually powerful when he had had to shoot it, with much more power than I've ever seen in any other electrolasers issued to us. Little did we know that the capacitor core was faulty, because some glitch overloaded them originally. So, when he saw one of those bloody Raptors out in the sunlight, obviously badly wounded to risk that, he shot it. His luck ran out on that shot though: the capacitors overloaded and exploded in his hands. Now, the engineer says that it was an EMP that killed everything electronic we had, which is why we had to go pick up the electrolasers from any refuge we could find, as well as that Pulse Cannon abandoned on one of the old weapons ranges. All I know is that I saw him absorb a Gigawatt of energy, enough to boil the fluid in his brain and blast him to pieces. We found a few pieces left of him, which was what we buried. The first of many burials.
After that, we tried to find one of the roads. Even when we tried to contact the hub at the emergancy refuges, we didn't get a single reply. Or, for that matter, even a map of the area. We stumbled around for 4 years like this, every so often losing a man from sickness, radiation, poison, attack from those raptors, and patches of slowtime. Easy to see once told and instructed, but that poor sod didn't see it coming: worst of all, all we could hear was his dying scream as his heart cut out slowed to an almost-perpetual moan. That is what scared me most.

Anyhow, we'd best be making sure you don't get surprised by any more nasties. There are much worse than your old Raptors out tonight. I can feel a Wraith on the wind. And I doubt you'll stand a chance against it once it gets in here."

He walked over to the control room door, and flicked out a battered swipe card, which he drew down through the receiver. Without needing to resort to the code pad, he had gained entry. Now inside, he began booting up the weapons systems. The screens lit up, showing a panorama of the outside, in both IF, NIF, Visible, UV and X-ray. The composite images were labelled with markers, showing potential threasts, directions, and labelling things. A crosshairs on one screen showed where a sudden en-livened coilgun turret was aimed at, meters showing power levels, ammunition and ranges.

"The trick with a wraith is to look on the X-ray screen: you see a spike in X-rays in an area, you've got him. The you shoot it before it gets anywhere near the refuge, before it gets a chance to get in. Once it's in here, you're screwed firstly because you can't see anything except their claws, and secondly because their claws are, shall we say, sharp? A backing section of steel, with an infa-red laser projected between the two points in the blade. Insta-kill, with no blood. And it won't feel your shooting of it, since it's already in continuous agony. You want to kill it, then you'll have to make sure it's dead. This si the best way to ensure it.
Keep 3 men on watch in here, and barricade that doorway. That at least will give us a chance should it decide to turn up."

Inside the Temple of Methua
A priestess looked at the twitching figures on the ground, her face showing concern."What did you do to them Thorsen?" The priestess inquired.
"Kree and I turned them." He said monotonously.
Horror came into her eyes."You what?!? You didn't even know what would happen and you still turned them?!? How can you be so impudent!" She was screaming so hard spittle flew from her mouth.
Backing away to avoid the saliva Thorsen answered."They asked to be shown to the Light of Methua." He replied calmly. They both looked down at the "leader" of the creatures. It groaned and the looked at Thorsen and growled something in its harsh gutteral tongue.
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The Kapitun looked up at the Lycans with hatred in his eyes. His voice sore he asked them what they had done. They looked at him, puzzled. "What have you done to usss?"He felt sick. He felt power and rage bubbling up in him, uncontrollable. Then he began to change.
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"Oh no, he's going into Moon Rage," The priestess said."and no one knows what will happen. This is your fault Thorsen."
He stred in amazement. "I know, I think we should move him so that he doesn't hurt himse-" There was a flash of blue silver light and then, a burst of sound leaving a smoking crater where the town was.
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Drunk on his own power Kapitun Mister stood up to his new full height of three and a half metres. He looked at his hand with its one foot long clawed fingers. He was covered in black fur and looked like a grotesque hybrid of man, wolf and a little Gnog covered in bulging muscles. He roared. It was time to feed.

OOC: Alright, Nicherwan. Please, please, never do that again. First off, it is very rude to use others race without permission. Secondly, if you absolutely have to do that, could you please at least get information on the race? For instance, theres very few priestesses, and they're all in the temple of the moon. And there is no way you can just destroy the major werewolf landmark without conulting me. And, Kree??? Kree?? No offense, but what kind of werewolf name is Kree? I can live with Thorsen, but Kree?!?!

"They're retreating! Fortify the surface, and gather up the wounded! Get ready for a possible counter-attack."

One the surface, groaning bodies were hauled on impromptu stretchers over to a large central zone cleared, where the artillery cannon had been. Massive crates of ammunition had been stacked up to the side of this command post, soldiers reloading weapons with the remaining silver ammunition and some of the soft-noses: perhaps that would stop them.
The Captain was yelling out orders to his subordinates, getting them to set up remaining heavy weapons around the perimeter and to block up the breach in the wall. The un-exploded gas canisters had also been brought back, as a possible last resort.

One of the medics suddenly let burst fire at a wounded body, spasming about on the concrete: its canines were growing. A few silver rounds to the head made it stay dead on its back, blood oozing into a puddle about it.
"Shoot all the wounded affected by werewolf physical assault! They'll kill us all."
As if to emphasise the message, he let off three rounds into the head of another of the wounded.

Gunfire echoed around the fortification, as morale dropped to a new low. They needed a miracle now.

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The Captain strode at the front of the remaining 30 -odd men: an act of desperation had led them to this. A suicide assault on the werewolf camp, to hopefully end this war for good.

They were spread out into a very long line, weapons raised. All had a look upon their face showing their sheer determination that forced them on. The command spread for them to stop, followed by a single shot: a burning red flare shot into the sky, followed by another barrage of 5 more. Each slowly descended towards the werewolf camp, illuminating the entire scene.

"Men with normal rounds, Rapid fire on their position! Silver rounds, pick 'em off! Make sure that they get close enough so we can deploy the 6 cylinders."

A pair of men had begun dragging up the large gas cylinders to the front of the line, pointing uphill. As they were arranged, each man flicked on a gasmask atop their existing NBC suits, before smashing their rifle butts on the cylinder ends. Massive jets of the toxic silver nitrate/sarin mix leaked out, wafted uphill by the convection currents. The men below waited, sweating profusely, for the imminant storm.

(Sorry, pretty tired, and not using firefox for the moment. Explains lack of post quality.)

OOC: Hehe, thirty men? Even with poison and silver, you're takin' a helluva gamble.

IC: The werewolves howled as they were hit by thet normal rounds, and dropoped when hit by the silver. The rest howled and ran towards the suicidal humans. The ran right into the poison without hesitation, but began to retch and cough immeadiatly, and as they progressed through it, they began to drop dead. Those who survived the poison were too sick to fight when the got to the men, so were cut down. The Methua growled as he watched his Methualgra die. He signaled archers and javelinemen to kill the humans, but stopped them when he saw that the humans slaughtereed them with their superior weaponry. He grabbed a werewolf by the arm, "You, run to the Temple. Find Alehkra, tell him that we need him to personally lead the fight against these monsters. Watching him run off, he howled for his Algra to join him in a final charge against the humans. They ran towards they're death without hesitation.

The Thelar, being stronger than the others, was the only one to survive, but as soon as he reached the soldiers, he blacked out, and fell at one of the humans feet.

OOC: Thought you might like a prisoner. Or you could kill him I guess....

The firing ceased. The cloud of gas drifted away, revealing masses of dead werewolf bodies. An awful scene of death, worsened by the fact that one of the injured bodies was still alive. The Captain realised that this was what they had needed: a sample of living werewolf tissue. And a possible cure.

"You lot, drag it back! And you lot just got dutied to go opening up the bunker via the missile silo, and getting the bastard in ALIVE!
And don't expect them to sit on their haunches licking their wounds: make sure the bloody place is fortified so we don't get caught unawares!"

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The private opened his eyes slightly, seeing the werewolves carrying him. He strangely felt no injuries on him, and felt no pain of werewolf bites. Comforting. As long as he didn't get completely screwed when he arrived.

The Lycan carrying the private looked down at him. "Hmm.. Great, he's waking up. Better not have to put him back to sleep." After awhile, this werewolf who was actually a bit of a chatter-box, looked back down at him. "So, human. What would your name be?"

The Thelar was dreaming of his time as a human, of when he had never really had a God to protect him, when he was just a scared little orphan boy in a big city.

Daniel starerd in wonder at the rainbow. Except, it couldn't be a rainbow, could it? There were no rainbows at night. One oif the older boys had told him that it had something to do with water and sunlight. But, it was the dry season, and the moon was out, not the sun. So what in the world was it? He grinned. He had to show Julie this. She would probably be delighted to see something like this. She had always loved rainbows and stuff like that. Seeing one at night, with only the moon out would probably leave her the happiest in her life. And it would be because of him! He would probably get a hug at the least. He was about to run and get her, but he stopped. He had just thought of something. The older boy had said that you couldn't touch a rainbow, that it was just light, But he was wrong about when iut showed up wasn't he? He reached out, to see what a rainbow felt like.

The Thelar shifted in his sleep. "Julie..." He muttered, over and over.

The Colonel let the man work, afterall he looked like he knew what he was doing, but 4 years in this god forsaken desert....these men looked terrible. A few soldiers invited the survivors to the poker game, some brought out some food for them to snack on.


"Sorry amigo if the coffe sucks. the hot water heater is in the IFV outside. Got to love those Ironhearts. A fighting vehicle with a mini-bar and hot water heater, who comes up with this stuff."

However the Colonel was more curious about this Wraith he talked of....

"What is this Wraith you speak of? We have seen some crazy shit since weve been here but what else have you guys been doing out here? I mean with the werewolf attacks, temporal storms, raptor things, and now whatever these are, is there anything we should expect on the way to the command center."

He stood out of the way, after all these guys had access to the Defense systems, he wondered if these guys would be able to help him get to the command center, or if he should get them back to base camp one, and from there send em back to Research island and transport them to Alfegos.

Base camp two:two weeks after intial discovery of "Green house")

SPECIAL REPORTTOP SECRET/DOES NOT EXIST

UPDATE ON GREEN HOUSE

TO: Director Fransico
FROM: Research team delta, Base camp two, Operation SAND BOX

As you have read in previous reports, the green house is a large mesh of hills, plants and mountainous regions approximatively 8.453 by 11.34 by 4.12 miles, length, width and height respectably and it about 1.34 miles down at its lowest point. This area has been identified to hold over 200 species of plants believed to be extinct from 65 billion years ago[see page 17 for full list]. Scientist from all over the MBSA have come and been astonished at the ecosystem inside the green house, the unanimous agreement that this is not natural, something had built this long before Mokan or Alfegos intervention into the area. Already the green house has far to many mysteries to uncover but as of last week a whole new one was found.

A UAV had detected a wormhole inside the "sun" and was ordered to fly inside it. For 15 minutes they had lost track of it and could only receive faint signals. At first the signals were believed to be from the wormhole, but upon further investigation it was determined the signal was coming from a different direction entirely. It had been transported to a location one mile west of the "green house" UAVs were sent to pick up the signals and determined it to be 4 miles under ground at this new location. This new location seems to have some sort of system in place preventing worm holes from being burrowing in there. Further research is going on as to how to reach this without relying on the "sun" hole for access.

However the question remains, what acitivated the sun to open up into a wormhole?

OOC: My bad..., Tabor, you better start posting or i'll kill the real you!;)

Hyu'lo blinked, alerting all he was awake. The sight above him though was not that pleasant. He closed his eyes again, and focused on the feelings throughout his body. He had never felt anything like that before, and wondered by what mechanism he had performed those acts of... he could only describe them as magic.
He thought back to the Genetic Enhancement Project, when he had been a guard there. Now there was something to relate to... the giant steel beast that stole energy from cables and from the air itself, and diverted it into, well. He had seen it throw about people or even vapourise them. But slowing time to a near halt? He knew the mechanism the portals worked by, from idle chit-chat: the presence of Xi+ particles attuned to an exact area in space and time by the energy and presence of Xi- particles caused what sounded quite special: Entanglement. Walking through, one would exist at both points at exactly the same time, before merging as one again once out of the area of effect, thinner than an atom. But surely that wouldn't change the flow of time.
But could he control it?

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"Coming through!"
Weird shit had been going on at the command bunker, all of it bad. First, a massive there'd been that massive surge of Xi+ and Xi- particles in a tiny region above, which had as a result shut the portal. But that had not been the worst problem: time in the area had collapsed, and inside the epicentral room, had for all intents and purposes stopped. But, and that was the big but, it was slowly starting to heal. A few days would take it back to completely normal, but the distortion in historys could last forever. Unless what he dreaded was going to happen.

The werewolf was the least of their worries: murmuring in an unconscious stupor, it was dragged into one of the operating theatres in the experimental part of the bunker. Behind it, a loud siren wailed as the silo doors began to slowly close, sealing them in.
In the operating theatre, four doctors were in operating kit, ready to do what they needed to do: to study the werewolf anatomy without killing it, to take samples of it, and to ultimately find a cure for it.

Tied down with steel rope, they began, a large needle tapping off the blood, while the others took photographs of the specimen. Hair samples, saliva samples, x-rays, tape measurements... you name it they did it. All the while it murmured in its sleep, a large bag of saline solution leading itno an arm mixed with a double dose of morphine, to keep it that way. Bloods were hurried to a nearby laboratory, where at least 20 were working in white suits on various strange machines, typing up data into a massive databank formed before their eyes.

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"You want your weird shit here? Then the Raptors, ha! They're feisty, but they can't pose you too much of a threat if they don't surprise you. The big three we've met which are seriously nasty are you Wraiths, your Debrainers and your Nighthawks.

The wraiths, we guess, were part of that programme you saw back at your last pitstop. The other two, we just don't know and don't really want to know. So, your wraiths then: a skin with LCD screens and tiny cameras implanted all round, running off its body heat and movement. Now, being roughly humanoid, we assum it was some kind of assassin. That's where the laser claw comes in: a beam projected between two points in the claw, that just stops becoming invisible when turned on. It's powered by a nuclear battery, visa-vi the x-ray signature. Now, they are pretty fast, and when they get into a room pretty horrific to stop as they flail about everywhere. We saw this bastard before we got lost, and sadly it took out an entire section of eight men, armed to the teeth. We nailed the bastard as it got out, and tried to see what it was armed with. It's got bony spikes all along its arms, legs, and back. That is why it's nasty.

Now, the Nighthawks aren't a problem to us: we're inside, and it's coming up to dawn. Nighthawks are well... think Raptor on wings. That sums it up.

The Debrainers are the nastiest though: a small parasitic worm you can pick up in wet areas where there hasn't been Chem or Radiological weapons tested, not like here fortunately. It burrows through exposed skin, into your blood stream. From there, it migrates to your brain and lives there. It has control over your reactions and behaviour, making it easier for you to get killed. All the while, it grows like a cyst in your brain, un-noticable without a scan or field test until it literally bursts out from your skull in adult form: a bloody enourmous flying insect. From there, you shoot it ASAP before it lays its eggs in you or gets away. And the only way to tesst your men is with one of these"

He motioned to the medic, who drew out a large reactions testing unit.

"This will help you. Test your men every day with this, and if any of them register as infected, don't tell them but tell me. There are two cures for it: one is a bullet through the brain, the other is open brain surgery. Now, as you are aware, that ain't possible here. But if you can test them every day, you will know when you find it that your subjects have 5 days to live. 5 days to get back to the command headquarters or your nation, and have it surically removed."

BOOM! BIFF! KA-BLAMBOOIE! :headbang::gundge:

"Forgive me amigo, but how far out are those worms, if Base camp one is under threat by those things we may need to warn them. So are most of these just night warriors or can they show up at anytime?"

OOC: sorry for the short post, ive been busy lately

"You've got it! Except the Debrainer of course. That you can find in this area in any water courses or boggy ground, so be rather careful there. And be careful when you go into any buildings along the way: I think I heard you found that out with the Raptors."
Switching back to the monitor, he zoomed in on a small anomalous patch on the screen.
"See, that's what we're talking about. Don't worry yet, he's still at least 10km away. But that battery shows up like a searchlight, and I think that claw will if he turns it on."
He flicked to the infa-red camera, and then back.
"Not yet. Keep some guys on the watch though. For any weird shit. We've been out here for years, but I doubt we've even scratched the surface. Our stories are the more tame ones compared to the soldiers who used to come off patrol..."

He was silent for a moment, before continuing:
"As I'm sure you know, this land was used by Alfegos for experiments that would be impossible to carry out back in the real world. Nuclear, chemical and biological weapons at the start, but then they progresed to more unconventional things. Advanced weaponry, genetically modified creatures and... magic. Yes, you can laugh me down, but listen to this story first before you get too hasty in that.
It was June 1999 here when I heard the first story. As a 2nd Lieutenant, I was the sub-ordinate to a Captain in the command section of our Company, and was charged with operating and monitering radio traffic. So yes, I did that happily until I realised the things going on. A town of werewolves. Those escaped creatures. But then I heard this of a fireteam walking near one of the old testing bunkers, now sealed up again.
They were quite calm for most of the time, idle chit chat and that, until they were attacked by something unworldly. One of the soldiers called it the Ghost, and they yelled as they saw that gunfire would do no good. I sent to them 4 Gecko teams as soon as I heard the gunfire, but knew they would not make it in time. It was horrific hearing their screams, as it supposedly sucked the life from them, turning them into shrivelled, dehydrated husks. And within 5 minutes, it was all over. All I could hear over the channel was the wind, and unearthly breathing.
When the Geckos got back with the bodies, we found they had aged to a few hundred years in seconds, killing them rather painfully and quickly. But the technicians had a field day on the helmet cameras and the sensors. They said that they had detected a massive presence of what they call the "Mu" particle. But even though the highest authorities classified the video, for morale's sake, someone leaked it. You might have a chance of seeing it sometime, once things settle in the region. But if you do, don't blame me for your nightmares.
And that wasn't the last we saw of the ghost. It cropped up again on another routine patrol. This time, they were on Geckos, and managed to get outta there before more than that one unlucky sod died. But it pursued them this time, floating above the ground and travelling at about walking pace. They got back to a refuge in the hills, and barricaded the doors, before calling for support. Something with decent firepower. And there it was, on the way for them, continuing to just walk. They started shooting at it with missiles and the coilgun, the objects just flying straight through. And then, when it reached the door of the refuge, it just walked straight through the locked door, stole the life of those inside, before evaporating into thin air.

Now, these two incidences were very rare indeed, and not the only strange things that have happened here. But heed my warning in keeping a good lookout. If you encounter anything different to what I have said about before, get out. You won't have a chance, so just run. That is the only way you will survive."

"The further we get in here the more I am sure that this was a suicide mission. How far out are we from the base anyways. I would prefer just to load up the geckos and gun it. No more hoping from refuge to refuge, I have already lost 6 men on this route. I am not losing anymore, lets hurry up and get to the station and help the fight. We got silver, water, protein bars, guns, grenades and crates of supplies, and I just want to get them to the guys who need em and find a way back to base camp one."


Behind him the poker game had ceased, smiles faded. They just from hearing about how screwed up this place was it had killed all joy in the night, even for those who could lose a man and keep on laughing, the fact that this was suicide slowly became slowly more obvious. War these men could handle, chaos, murder, raptors, occult, but not all at once. One man in the crowd stood up, he was wearing his NBC suit unzipped and a cross around his neck. On his suit the name Alejandro Ramirez faded into the green behind it.

"Sir, may i speak up, I worked the paranormal division before my transfer to Sandbox. That sounds like something I have dealt with before. I don't know how similiar it is to what i dealt with but if it is then we have nothing here to stop it with. The one we dealt with, nothing we had could stop it. Actually it took an exorcism, two religious "nut jobs" and some occult dealing that not even I am sure of what happened. If we run into it, then run like hell, no stopping, no waiting, run. If it follows then pray to god for help. That is all i can give you."

"Well, I think we can try that. You have 4 Geckos, and there's what... 17 of us. That means there's already four per Gecko and add on even more men. But then there's those IFVs, which must be broadcasting a pirate signal to get this far, which we can take.

Tell you what, you take the Geckos fully loaded with your men at 4 each, and leave any spare space for use to send a couple of men along with you, with us coming in the IFVs right behind you. We can try gunning it there, but you have to remember to look out and be careful. I've seen temporal storms before mind, back at Station Exile 4 before the great rift was closed, but I have never seen anything as violent as this. And in addition, you've got those missile batteries near Refuge 6. Plus, since I myself have never been down these roads, I don't even know if they are navigable. Weapons tests and other such things might have made them impassable. Plus the fact that when we cross over the interface into the..."

He flicked up on one screen a map of the temporal interference, the boundary between a region marked as NORMAL and one marked as MODERATE. Small markers showed the local relative time and local standard time, the differences greatly increased as they went towards the centre.

"...Moderate zone of temporal disruption, that it will still be night time. So, I recommend that you load up now before getting some sleep. And I do mean to load up. On ammunition, grenades..."

He walked over to a wooden crate, and used his electrolaser butt to smash the nails out. It collapsed open, filled with 3 metal suitcases.

"Now that's what I'm talking about! I've been looking for these at every refuge I've been to, and found none. These are exactly what we need to help us."

He dropped one on the ground, and noted that the red lock on the handle had opened. Temporal sensitive lock, opened only in cases of extreme temporal distortion or portal closure.

"This is a time-traveller's emergancy box. 6 pods. Pod 1 is a 3-day ration pack, beleive it or not; Pod 2 is a small bundle of weapons, or basically a stun pistol, knife, garrotte, stun grenade and 30-second flare; Pod 3 is a Temporal Communications Set, which won't work here since it ain't on the network; Pod 4 holds a Temporal Positioning System console and tracking probes; Pod 6 holds a Temporal Distress Beacon and Temporal Flaregun."

He unstrapped Pod 5, and laid it down on the top of the crate. He undid the masking tape seal, and slowly slid the two segments of the black plastic pod open. Inside, a small metal disk was located, along with a small display screen attached by cable to the small object. Flicking it on, it began showing him the current time and local time distortion.

"This is what we need: basically it'll give you an alert at any temporal interface within 50 metres, so you'll have time to look out for it."

He also drew out a small first aid pouch.

"This is a first-aid pouch designed to supplement an existing first-aid kit which I'm sure you carry, but with much more specialist equipment. Bascially, there's 6 double-ended single-shot injection pens for dealing with common poisons in the area, a defibrillator, and a load of other useful stuff. I think it'll be quite useful when we cross over any barriers, in case someone should fibrillate if they don't cross fast enough.

Now, we only really need Pods 4, 5 and 6 from each pack, since we have adequates of everything else. Spread them out amongst your men. And tell them not to touch the Temporal Flare Gun. That will only add to the problem we have at the moment in the region, and creating another patch of slowtime is not what we need."

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The other men of the paltoon began bedding down for the night atop their sleeping mats, heads rested against their resupplied bags and webbing. NBC kits lay to the side, respirators just in reach, while their electrolasers lay humming, with power cables running into a large batttery charger on the wall. One of the men was explaining the electrolaser to the Mokans.

"So, you can use 3 separate sources of power for these. There's the battery you've got mounted onto the rifle permanantly, for continous recharging; there's a direct lead into the terminal on the side from a battery backpack, which we don't use; there's also this side magazine that can be attached with the recharging lever at 135 degrees: it's loaded with rechargable capacitors, each with a 1-shot capability. Now, this bulky magazine is useful in a prolonged engagement, but only has 30 capacitors in it. Those we've got charging we'll share out with the rest of you: just remember that once you've fired it, you need to recharge it before you can use it again, so it does become a bit bulky. However, we've got chargers mounted on the Geckos and at each Refuge, the first which can take 8 magazines at a time, so that helps a bit.

As for shooting the enemy, make sure that you don't have anything metal in the path of the ionised channel. Some of you I heard earlier talking about it not being a laser, but it does use one. It's just the main effect is made by pumping a few kilowatts down the beam from your capacitors, enough to cause at least light frying in your target. And yes, it will defeat a tank if you get enough massed fire, since it'll overload the electronics and with heavy fire blow up the fuel tank. But, there is armour against these, which no one wears to be honest. Thick enough insulators on and around your legs will protect you, but are cumbersome. So, this is better in many ways than a conventional firearm.

Any questions?"

Back at the Temple of Methua

Alehkra, warlord of all the werewolf clans, second to none but the Methusha himself, and then only if you stretched it, was getting yelled at by his wife. He wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying, but just sat there watching her. She still captivated him, after nearly five hundred years. With her raven black hair and purple eyes, not to mention the pale marble skin, she was deffnately no werewolf. In truth, she was one of the very few vampires allowed anywhere near the Temple, much lessinside the war chamber. But she didn't like being kept out of anywhere, and Alehkra would have given her the moon on a necklace had she asked. He sighed and decided he'd better start replying, else she'd truly get angry. After listening for a bit, he gathered that she didn't want him to join the battle against the demons. His algra said they were humans, but mere humans would never have been able to withstand that assault. "Deserae, it has been fifty years since I last joined in a battle, fifty long years. Not since the Clan of Torment betrayed Methua. I long to join my algra on the field." Deserae sighed. "Of course Alehkra, thats the way it should be. Lords don't fight alongside their troops. It just isn't honourable." She said in her musical accent. Alehkra shook his head. "Sometimes you forget that we aren't in your country anymore. I am a Warlord, and it is the highest honour of a warlord to fight alongside his algra." Seeing her shake her head, he realized that he would not win this battle today, "Please Deserae? Just sleep on it? We'll continue the discussion tommorrow." She grudgingly nodded her head, and he went to go find something to eat.


The Thelar was having a very pleasant dream. In his dream he was no longer a warrior of Methua, but a human, still in his old city, and had opened a shop, selling music, as he'd always wanted to as a boy. But he couldn't help thinking something was wrong, that it was all just a dream. He was distracted from the thought by a customer. He opened his mouth to welcome him, but the man screamed, and ran out. Shocked, he glanced in the mirror, and to his surprise, he was over nine feet tall, with claws and what could only be called fangs. Then he started to hear a voice. Wake my child. All is not as it should be. They are tricking you. You are still a child of Methua, yet they have you trapped. Wake, and teach them why I have awakened the beauty of the wolf that lies inside every human. Wake, and teach them of the glory of the moon god

Suddenly the Thelar's eyes popped open. There were humans all about him, taking his hair, sticking needles into him, and wrapping measuring tape around him. "Take your hands off me, heritics." He growled.

After the long discussion about the Electrolasers and the plans to get to the base they decided to map out the best way to get there and staying in daylight.


"I don't want to be out there during night. Not with all this shit that comes out. So given the current situation is it possible temporal issues is it possible to avoid any night getting there if we haul ass."

Behind the Colonel his men were preparing for the day, arming the elecrolasers according to the information that the Fegosians showed them last night. RnR was over and now they were getting back to the war. Silver bullets were loaded into all assault rifles and slung over shoulders. In their hands they carried electrolasers and prepared for temporal disturbances. The plan was to drive straight through the storm, minimizing the time your body spends between times. Hopefully they could make it to the command center before they ran into to much trouble.

"He's awake and he's angry! Get back before he does something!"

The men and women backed off out of the doors, which were then locked and barricaded from the other side. They had enough blood to do what they intended to do. On the other sides of the door, machineguns with the last silver bullets were set up, their line of fire directly at the door, with soldiers cowering behind upturned spare desks. The researchers were frantically trying to sequence the werewolf DNA, streams of data hurled from computer to computer as the smaples were analysed by the processor.

For they knew of a cure to this, if turned a werewolf: using a retrovirus genetically modified to erase the werewolf DNA and leave the human parts intact, and leave the werewolf a human. Of course, it wasn't as simple as just making the virus: they first had to get the genetic code of the werewolf, and then code in the segments of human DNA to a swarm of viruses. But with vials of preserved virus being brought in as the DNA code was rapidly nearing completion, and markers already being made as to the differences in DNA, it might take a shorter time than it would in the real world with this advanced equipment they were using.

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"I think that we should be OK in the night, so long as we don't stop: now we'll have to stop to deactivate the missiles in the silo, but that position is defendable enough to be safe."

They had begun to move towards the refuge door, the stronger of them levering the door open before forming an all-round defence of the vehicles and refuge entrance way. So far, so good, what with the wraith having moved off as they spoke to some other dark place. In the distance, the sun was rising in the sky, yet the actual sun was hidden behind a wall of darkness that was the time interface. For the first time, they noticed a frost had formed during the night, the result of some dire change on the weather with this temporal storm forming an obstacle to the normal weather patterns. It had even begun to snow as the Mokans loaded up the vehicles behind them.

"Mokans: we're taking the IFVs and going ahead of you to take out that missile silo. You can wait here until the sun rises over there, or till you get bored. Just don't expect the weird shit to disappear though: keep an eye out all the time, and don't you dare go in any water!"

They moved from the ring into the IFVs as the Mokans finsihed packing up, gunning the engines of the two vehicles as they moved off into the distance. As they reached the interface, there was an apparent slow-down of the vehicles, before they disappeared into the inky night.

The Thelar ripped the steel cables that held him down as if they were no more than string. He walked to the door and banged on it. "Let me through, pups. My Lord has commanded that you are not to be harmed. I only wish to speak with you. I am to bring you to the Moon."

The loudspeaker to the chamber bellowed out a harsh message to the occupant of the room, a small camera swivelling on the wall nearby to follow the creature's movements.
"We do not want to be 'enlightened' in the way you are talking about. At the moment, I reckon you have a three options: you stay in that room till you rot; you smash out of the door, and get filled with silver; or, you and your kind don't ever come within 10 miles of this complex again and we offer you a truce and safe passage from the base.
At the moment, Option 3 is your best bet, though the men would prefer we went with option 2. It's up to you!"

Behind the door, more soldiers were arriving, some even setting up a missile-launcher: they weren't going to let this bastard get away if he went beserk.

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The pair of IFVs bounced along the dark truck, two large searchlights illuminating the road ahead. Shadows occasionally scuttled out of the light, proof of the infestation of evil in the area. The Lieutenant sat atop one of the vehicles with a sergeant, electrolasers loaded with power magazines. Soon they would be at Refuge 5, signalled by an increase in radiation in the vicinity, from which they could proceed to the missile silo near Refuge 6. Offroad, yes, but soon it would be light here. The temporal doo-hickey held by the Lieutenant said the local time was 4:02. Perhaps time wasn't that distorted, and was now slowly healing. Sunrise would be in an hour, or about 3 hours to the waiting Mokans. And by then, they would have hopefully made the path much safer.

But the views of the night were spectacular: they reminded the Lieutenant of a posting he had once had in the Desert of Dreams. Alien lights had flickered across the sky there, the relics of a long-dead civilisation still apparent in that world. Here, the radioactive lights from nuclear material glowed in a breached dump dug into the side of a mountain. In the sky, a shimmering curtain of warmth showed where the time interface between here and the Mokans was. But the most amazing of all were the flashes of the Temporal Alarm system: active around the missile silo, bright blue flares shot into the sky every 10 minutes, exploding at height and creating a ripple of distorted air as they bent local time to signal the danger in the area, a constant binary code hidden in the time distortion waves telling all to get the hell outta the area. It was ignored as the IFVs went on, trailing phosphurescent marks on the ground as they unearthed the glowing bacteria hidden below the surface, marked with the codes to alert the drivers in the area of the biohazard of these spores.

"Leys keep going, and hope the Mokans don't encounter any weird shit back where they are."

The Mokans had stayed as per orders. The sun was slowly rising over the horizon bringing the warmth and light into the dead lands. How the Fegosians could live in this place was a mystery. How they could keep a base in the center was also a mystery. No doubt portal technology was far more advance to them then to Mokan research. They needed to step it up.

"Well its been a few hours, and so far this place has been quiet. This place would almost be a nice place to die if it wasn't for the monsters floating around."

Inside soldiers were monitoring X rays and radar to make sure that nothing was sneaking up on them. So far it was good.

After another hour they loaded up the Geckos and raced to catch up. The temporal storm was still an aww, seeing patches of darkness give way to a sun that had already been up for more then two hours. Out of all the insanity that they had seen no doubt time distortion fields were the most unusual, but they did have their benefits. After all watching the sun rise twice was cool, in a Sci-fi could cause body shutdown kinda cool. Colonel Vincent Rodriguez looked slightly as his Gecko raced though the time storm. He felt time slow and slightly heavier for some reason. Though it might be just the feeling of changing time. He reached slowly for time telling device, whatever those Fegos called it. A few others soldiers were moving slower. It took them a few minutes to figure out that it was all in their minds, and that they could move normally. Or were they moving slower but there minds thought it was at normal pace.

"God damn it, don't fuck with the space time continuum. Even we know better then that."

As the sun rose over the area, the two IFVs skidded to a halt outside the entrance to a bunker. A large steel door dug into a concrete passage confronted the men who had surrounded it. And they didn't know the code.

"Sod it guys: blow it down, and then we'll smash up the computer."

The man with the shock generator knelt down in front of the door, a power cable trailing from the rear of the weapon into one of the IFVs. The energy slowly built up, the targeting screen showing an increasing green bar in the capacitors. After a few seconds, the bar was full, the overflow capacitors starting to build up energy in addition. On the targeting screen, the ring turned green as a beam projected from the laser unit ionised the air about it and left a shimmering blue curtain. Milliseconds later, the shockwave generator sent a massive pulse of kinetic energy down that channel, distorting the air about it as the compressed ball of air smashed down towards the door, impacting into the piece of metal. A dent a foot deep mushroomed up into the steel. Cracks shot across the door as a second bolt of air smashed into the steel, followed by a final dent as the door shattered into a shower of steel shards.

Inside, alarms sounded as the internal weapons systems activated, dots of laser light arcing across the internal walls. They had a solution for that as well. The lieutenant raised the Temporal Flaregun and loaded it, a steel projectile filled with a dense Xi+ source and a fusion charge slotting into the weapon. He pulled back the hammer, and fired.

The men ran towards the IFVs as two orange darts shot up from the hilltop into the sky, trailing a long cloud of firey smoke. As they dived inside the two IFVs, the drivers hitting reverse and skidding downhill at way past their normal rate, acclerating away from the bunker complex. Inside, the small capsule detonated, a fission warhead compressing a vial of tritium to an infinitely small size and at ridiculous temperature. As the fusion shockwave spread out from the vial, it propelled a charged cloud of Xi+ particles with it, bending the fabric of spacetime about it. A wave of distortion surrounded the bunker, racing up towards the IFVs before retreating. In the sphere of distortion around the bunker, the two missiles turned themselves into a pair of markers of this slow time, stopping metres away from the IFVs and staying there, moving impossibly slowly. In the centre, the computer overloaded as signals collided in the circuits, overheating the system and rending the motors of the system inoperable as parts ripped from each other.

The computer's last thoughts as it overloaded could be sumnmed up as:
+++ EXECUTE PROTOCOL 922A677FE
+++ PRINT "OH SHI..

The IFVs broke away from the distorting bubble of time, flashes of energy shooting across the deliberate time rent. That was going to take a lot of paperwork. But now, with an entire sector down, safe passage was possible by the Mokans up to refuge 10 along that route. The two vehicles moved onto the road, and back towards the Mokans.

OOC: Question, how many refuges are there?

IC: The Thelar laughed. "And you think your kind is so far superior to us "barbarians", yet you refuse to even parley? You prove yourself no better than the demons Alehkra beleives you to be. Or is it that you are religiously inconsiderate." He grinned. "And besides. You think to give me orders, pup? You are not used to the way this world works. You are used to your comfortable world of science. But this is a land of magic, here, I can kill you without opening this door. This is a land where a rainbow can be touched."

(There's 11 Refuges along each of three disused roads which go out to the edge of the territory, plus about 40 scattered randomly across the spaces in between.)

"That is all very well werewolf, but how are you going to do it? The moon has set, and we are deep underground. You think you can kill us from the other side of that door? Well go on and do it. All that will happen as a result is that more of your kind die.

We know the power of magic, yes, but do you know the power of science? We have a weapon which, if we wanted to, could be fired immediately. 90 minutes later, your entire race will be wiped off the map. And not by the noble death of battle against silver and wolfbane: I mean the long, lingering death of radiation sickness. You may be superior in your bodies to us, but we are superior in our minds. What you call magic we are even beginning to explain with science.

So come on then: kill us all. That will just leave you with the blood of your entire race on your hand. And you will destroy the only chance you have of a cure."

The men braced themselves for sudden deaths as they were used to, while some others disappeared off. Seconds later, a siren began to blare outside: the nuclear bomb siren. Raising and dropping in pitch, it was the signal for the guard on the surface to run back into the bunker, the bulkheads closing behind them. On the surface, the silo doors slowly opened, the missile being revealed to the outside world.

"The weapon is ready now. When I hit the buttons here, it will go soaring up into the sky. Then, over your village, the warhead will detonate. Everyone within 10 miles, be it child, women or man, will be killed instantly and indiscriminately. And they are the luck ones. The ones outside that area will die slowly from incurable burns or from radiation. Of course, you won't know what radiation is: lets just call it black magic for now. It will corrupt your DNA, your sacred bodies themselves, destroying those powers you hold dear to you, and then killing you, all the time in complete agony.

So, depending from your viewpoint, we have the power of magic behind us as well. We can explain it though. And do you want to test our magic?

I'm sure you felt the hard way what that guy did to you, didn't you? We can explain magic, and through science, we can create it. With peace, our power of science can turn all into magical beings. Take him, the one who caused some werewolves quite a bit of pain. We can explain why he does that, but I won't bore you with the details.

As it stands, smashing out of here and using magic to kill all is, as you said, barabarian. You acheive nothing whatsoever except to remove you of... we can go low as to say a source of new blood for werewolves, though we now don't need you to have humans: we can grow them as we did the Raptors and the Wraiths.
If you co-operate with us, as well as walking out here alive, your entire race survives. And do you know what that will lead to? Why, those swords you carry can be made with edges that can cut through anything. Those bows... you have seen what a machinegun loaded with silver does to an advancing werewolf rank, haven't you? Once we get a link back to our world again, we can provide you with your magic, but with technology that would allow you to live in splendour beyond your wildest dreams. You will never go hungry again, few will die from disease or injury, and best of all you have a source of new werewolves. Which is what this is all about isn't it?

I've gone enough now, and won't be so impolite as to impose a time limit on your choice. But, for the best of our two races, think beyond your werewolfish impulses and to the betterment of your race. That or annihilation: which would you prefer?"

For some odd reason, the Thelar laughed. He lauhged long and hard. "As I said before, pup, you are still used to your own world. You think that my power is limited to affecting you. And you also think my power derives from the moon. I'm guessing you are a devout Atheist. Everything is explainable, there is no God. Well, let me tell you something, pup, there is a God, there are many. I serve one, and it is from Methua, that I get my power. As for your nuclear warhead, I can set that thing off right inside the base. And, with Methua's help, I shall walk free of the blast, as shall every one of my race."

Abrubtly, he rammed right through the door. But, instead of going beserk as everyone probably excpected, he held up his palms in the universal sign for peace, and sat down cross-legged on the floor. "I always find it easier to talk when I can see someone, don't you?" He said, looking the man straight in the eye. While sitting down. "Now, I will have an argument for everything else you say. You say if you people die, we lose our only chance for a cure? You misunderstand. We don't want a cure. In fact, that would probably be the worst thing you could possibly do for us. And you'll probably think I say that out of ignorance, that I don't know anything else. You'd be wrong in that as well. I was a human once, long long ago. And I wasn't the barbaric clansmen that humans are here. I lived in your world. I had all that technology you think so wonderful."

"So, if you would be so kind, please stop talking to me as if I'd joined the speciel Olympics. I know what DNA is. And I know that you think we're the way we are because of a mutation in our DNA. I say to you, that yours is the mutated DNA. We are the way humanity was supposed to be. We embrace every part of our humanity, not just the parts that are 'civilized'. Let me ask you something, pup, when was the last time you were walking down a street and gave food to a random orphan? Not someone at a shelter, just a random person with nowhere to go. A long time, if ever, right? I tell you that every werewolf who has food to give, does this. And often. For part of our 'uncivilized' part of humanity, is to help those weaker than ourselves."

"You say you will give us new technology? Why? So that the clan wars will be turned to mindless killing? Where is the honour in killing a man when he does not have the same chance? Why do you think most werewolves use swords or spear, or other melee weapon instead of a bow or javelin? Because there is no honour in killing them before they can get to you. And as for the better medicine, werewolves don't get sick. We don't die of disease. I can even explain it to you. It is a combination of an amazing immune system, and a shockingly high motabilism rate. Whatever the motabilism doesn't get out of our system the immune system kills."

Just then the thing about Wraiths and Raptors caught his attention. "Grow? You made those monsters? No. You, are the monsters. Do you know, that if they have a choice, those things will go for women and children? I lost my daughter to one of those things." He shook his head in disgust. "And you wonder why I prefer my god to your science. Peace or annihalation you say? If it keeps us from becoming the pathetic excuses for beings you are, I choose annihalation."

A long silence held between the two factions. How were they going to answer this? The flattened door stood as a barrier between this sitting werewolf and the barricades and lines of men. The head of this facility walked from the control board, and made a signal to the Captain standing armed. A few angry gestures later, the soldiers moved out of the way and through a steel blast door, locking down behind them. He lifted up a discarded rifle, and smashed the butt of it into the control panel, rendering the door useless. He then pulled over a chair and sat down, facing the open doorway.

"You know, it is often very complicated to say some things in front of a crowd of your followers. Awkward. They can't hear, and the door wont open for them. Which makes things easier to say.

Now, lets cut things down to this: we are atheists because in our world there are no "gods": everything is controlled by science. And that is why the men hate your kind: if they were to be "enlightened" by you, so to speak, they would never be able to return to their families. They will just become another statistics.
Because, at the end of the day, magic only works in this world. We won't bother explaining how, but I can prove it to you if you want. If I found a portal back to our dimension and you tried to run through it, you would be thrown back by the sheer force of reality.

Though, to get back to my original point, yes you are correct in many ways. Humans are weak, evil, and cowardly. We struck the first blows, yes, but who for? A service who have never trod foot in this world. Buerocrats who sit behind desks doing work, while we become figurs on a piece of paper. But we are loyal to them. And that loyalty is what made us test out these weapons. But with the portal now shut here... we feel no commitment to our government. All we want is to get back, still clasping onto humanity. Because you are great, yes, and you would act charitably, but you don't know what humanity is like."

At that point, he rolled up a sleeve, revealing a vicious injection mark. Near that was an even more vicious bite.

"I was once a werewolf: and this I can tell you for a fact. When they restrained me near Station Exo IV, and filled me with a virus they are only now trying to redevelop, I felt something rush back into me. A sense of mortality. You are immortals, yes, but humans... we have the ability to value everything as if it were the last thing we were ever to touch. You would feel nothing of a light breeze on your face, but to me... that is something wonderous.

The men and women behind that door are expecting to die suddenly, either by the blast of a nuclear weapon or by you ripping them to pieces. But they are not cowards, killing someone at long range: you thing it is noble to be killed by sword, but with us that prospect of a sudden indiscriminate death motivates us to carry out acts of bravery that your kind could never think of. Would you jump on a grenade to save the lives of 7 other men? You wouldn't because you are immortals.

But now, a little thing for you to consider while you sit there: why do you want to make us werewolves, when we don't wish for such? That I think is the underlying problem."

He stood up, drawing a pistol from his belt. He loaded it calmly, before pointing it at his skull.

"Irony is that those three options have come back round again: Peace, Annihilation or Waiting. Because I have felt the agony of the change into a werewolf, and I have felt the even greater pain of being turned back. Of having the spirits of this world sucked out of me, leaving only the barren remains of humanity. And I doubt even your magic could stop me killing myself before you got to me. And with my brain turned to mush... not much even your venom could do. So, back to those choices: would you give up a fight you know you would win to save a race from extinction in this world? Would you risk the death of yourself for the death of all here and within 10 miles? Or are we going to sit here and wait? Because waiting is one of those options which nobody ever considers, but is so good for the body and soul."

A hissing noise had started on the other side, muffled to only a susurration. He reached with a spare hand to the steel, and felt a warm patch spreading from the centre.

"That cuts it down to about 2 minutes of Option 3 before you have to pick either of the first two. Sorry be incourteous, as I said before, of imposing a time restriction on you, but I doubt the men behind that barrier will be able to control themselves. Anger: I know you feel that. Mourning: a rare one I guess for you, but one we encounter all the time. Cold Revenge: Now you definately feel that. Mixed together, an explosive recipe."

A patch of the door had begun to glow red hot.

"That's about a minute once the door turns white hot."

The Geckos continued down the road as they experienced the effects of time distortion. Colonel Rodriguez looked ahead with his binoculars trying to find the refuge, he wasn't sure if they were coming back, or waiting for them there. Either way, they continued down the road to see what was it that faced them next. He wondered why the fegosians had created such monsters. Sure the MBSA created its own abominations, The Project Deltas were proof of that enough, but even that research had more then military application. Once they got it right. Yet those raptors, creatures with Kevlar and blades, they were monsters. Murderers. Man had the advantage of being both good an evil, his gun at his side and cross around his neck showed that. Yet those were born for the soul purpose of bringing death. Perhaps it was best that the worst of man be contained to this world.

His breath was cold, and he wasn't sure why. he had noticed random temperature changes all over the place. From the frost and freezing from the raptor blood, to other small insignificant details. What was it about this place that made it so random. Was it magic? God? science? something else? Rodrieguez came of the school of thought that God and Science could co-exist, that god created the world while science could explain how it worked, unified they could create everlasting peace, but then again, they were the greatest contributors to war.

"Sir what is that?"

he had spaced out again, damnit, he lifted his binoculars to check, hoping it was the fegosians.

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GREEN HOUSE REPORT/T'LAN RESEARCH

We have found thousands upon thousands of frozen bodies down here, creatures that appear humanoid, but completely impenetrable. There bodies and /or frozen "prisons" appear to have a shield of some kind that make em resistant to bullets and any conventional arms. When a smaller more human looking one was moved from its location a team had tried to break it open, the jackhammer hit the shield and was severely damaged. Physicist and biologist have been called in to try and figure out what this is. After a week of work they had determined that this shield works on a level we don't quite understand. However the shield does seem to react to a wavelength that is far on the side of the spectrum.
When an X-ray on the "ice box" showed nothing it was determined that the shield even reflects x-rays. However after massive calculations and work it was determined that the X-rays actually were reflected later then microwaves. In conclusion, the shorter the wavelength the farther you can "probe" into the shield. We shall continue work to determine if we can use this to break the shield for future work.

"Hey! We're done with the defences in the sector, so you start bringing in the cavalry if you want. But...and this is the big but, we had to smack another dent in time to crash the computer up there. And the two missiles stuck in slowtime are going to be extremely pissed once they get out and find no signal. And I guess you know what that means..."

It appeared to be the next refuge in the area, hopefully the fegosians had taken out the computers and the maybe even the missiles. Only one way to find out.

"Sir, we got a radio Communication."

"What's it say?"

"patching though......and this is the big but, we had to smack another dent in time to crash the computer up there. And the two missiles stuck in slowtime are going to be extremely pissed once they get out and find no signal. And I guess you know what that means..."

"Did they take out the defenses?"

"It sounded like it."

"(insert commander's name here), Would the Ironheart's WATCHKEEPERS be able of taking those missiles out while they are still in slow time? (assume response) well then, should we continue up or wait for you here?"

(OOC: I think I remember it as being Lieutenant Yuhi)

"We've taken out the defences, yes, and the Ironhearts should be able to take out the two missiles, them being slightly antiquated. Come on with us: we're halfway there!"

The IFVs sat idling, waiting for the Mokans to arrive.

The Geckos raced up to catch up with the IFVs. Hopefully if they kept up the pace they could reach the Center in time to offer some sort of help...hell maybe even find a better way out of this mess. Heaven knows that this man made hell was bad enough once through....

They raced past the IFVs, keeping an eye out for slow time and any other problem.

The IFVs slowed as they clambered up the hill road, a hard journey on the steep, disintegrating track. However, after an hour of slipping and sliding they eventually found themselves atop the crest of the hills. In front stretched a river valley, a small stream trickling through the centre. From up here, the dirty brown smudge of the road wound across the plain, 2 squat concrete mounds with a bright sign outside marking where Refuges 7 & 8 were. But what was in the valley was going to make progress very, very hard.

Near to the river, a large earthern mound sat at the centre of a complex of concrete foundations, ruined shells of buildings standing forlornly with grass bursting through. These shells were filled with debris, such as broken vehicles, parts, discarded rubbish and even a group of cylinders marked with a large skull, alongside the typical XV marking of hazardous chemicals in Alfegos. While these leaked a sticky brown fluid that had pooled about them from rusted holes, they were not the main problem.

The road had been blocked up ahead by a smashed up lorry, fresh blood about the vehicle. Pieces of decaying flesh lay scattered about, along with stained and disfigured clothing. And the only route across was through marshy ground, which the Geckos could not handle. Worse, this was where the Debrainer parasite lurked.

"Right... " the Lieutenant lowered his binoculars. "We've got a road blocked up ahead by an attacked vehicle, the age of the battle scars showing it was very recent. As in, within 2 days. So whatever attacked them is still in the area. What it is, we don't know, but we have three options: we can clear away that vehicle and risk attack, cross the marshland and risk getting stuck and infected by Debrainers, or take the extremely long route round to the next road. Which is about 45 miles of rough, dangerous country away. All are with their disadvantages. I would pick option 1, but in the end it's down to you Mokans: what are we gonna do?"

The NBC suits were uncomfortable, but given the scene in front of them, they were more then needed. It seemed that whatever did this was very good at killing. Something that the Mokans did not want to deal with. They had dealt with enough of those. Of course this whole deal was to get to the Fegosians to help them fight the werewolves. Ironic how the end of this oddessy would be another war.

"If you think we should move it then lets move it. You guys know the area far better then we do. Can we just push it out of the road or will it not be that easy?"

He hoped it would be easy...

"It should be easy enough to move it out the way with the tow bars on the IFVs: thing is, we don't know whether what killed those guys is still inside. And you see that those ruins over provide excellent cover, as do those? That's just asking for an ambush. So, if we keep our wits baout us, it should be OK."

The man with the Shock Cannon hefted the unit onto his shoulder, the umbilical power cord leading into a crudely altered interior. Aiming it towards the vehicle in the distance, the two IFVs drove on towards the lorry. Both guns opened up as the roof man did, smashing the lorry to pieces and riddling the area with exploding rounds. After a few seconds of firing , the wreckage lay quiet and hissing. Not a sound.

"Right: we can move you lot in now and drag that lorry off the road. Keep an eye out at all time for whatever bastard's still in the area."

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Most unfortunately, they were right there about the enemy. Make that enemies. For there were two Nighthawks perched inside the buildings, protecting their chimera hides from the sunlight. The lizard-like skin gave way to feathered wings, and mechanical augmentation all round. The claws were still there, long metal blades that scraped against the concrete floor of the improvised roost. They were still stained with congealed blood, from their last night's kill. Taking this time to sleep, they were rudely awakened when they heard the commotion nearby. More prey?

One risked a glance out of the cracked wall: a beady eye gazing out at the men who were moving towards the remains of their feast. Still, it was good to have as much food as possible, to stop starvation. And no carrion bird feasted on their kills, and they were non-plussed about the decay of their food. Enough food out there to last for a year at least.

But it was daylight... so they would have to strike quick and get back before the sun radically altered them. 10 second runs? One prepared to launch itself from the roost entrance, into the hideously light sky, wings angled back and claws prepared to snatch anything outside. With a scream, it threw itself from its point into the air, sweeping upwards before plunging into a near-vertical stoop towards the ground, 2-metre wings stretched out into the burning sun.

"Allright men you heard him, also, check those buildings, be careful, but i want two teams of five, one gets that area, one gets that cluster of buildings. Scout em out, don't dig to deep though, just makes sure nothing to big is in there. The rest of you keep an eye out, and watch over the Geckos. We don't want to have to worry about any more bodies now do we?"

He stood back as the Fegosians blew the wreck apart. It was quick easy and for the most part just loud. Soon enough they were hooking the wreckage up and pulling it off the road. The Colonel spoke into his radio:

"Get back here teams, if that did wake up anything then we are probably clear for a while, also check everyones suit, i don't want a tear or anything that could leave you exposed this are is to dangerous to.."

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH"

Gunfire exploded in the background and a soldier screamed to get everyone's attention and emptied his AM-07 into the sky at the creature, a few more soldiers aimed and sprayed the skies as it tore down. Many moved to hide in the rubble and buildings that they had just checked to make sure they were safe. One soldier stood back with a M3 loaded with a high explosive round, that creature would have to land or retreat to somewhere, and when it did....

The creature pulled up from its stoop with an Alfegan soldier in its light grasp, writhing as he tried to free himself from its tightening claws. An electrolaser bolt into its claws though made it release the soldier in agony, letting him drop into the marsh further ahead with a half-splash half-crunch. The Nighthawk wheeled about, before landing in one of the ruins away from the blistering sunlight.
Then a cloud came over, blocking off the light from view and darkening the area. The second one launched itself out, coming in a low glide towards the soldiers position, marked by a mix of muzzle flare and the tens of pinpoints of electrolaser fire.

The soldier with the M3 fired the high explosive rocket into the ruins after it, if the rocket didnt kill it, then the falling building should finish him off, or so he hoped. He loaded another round, this one was a ADM 401, flechette rounds, when the second raptor flew out he took aim and fired, with a distribution of 5 – 10 flechettes per square meter at 100 meters and judging by the size of that thing, some were bound to hit it.

Other soldiers continued to fire their guns trying to nail it, many had dropped the electrolasers and aimed with Am-07s, even though they still had silver rounds in them. The second clips had steel rounds hopefully to make up for the waste, assuming they would make it that far. As the clouds pulled over the small valley two more soldiers had raced for an M3, they were going to use the air burst effect of the HE 441 to try and simulate flak, it was a stretch, but it was something at least. Many men pulled out a grenade in case they got captured. IF you were going to die, take the bastard with you...

The Thelar stared at the captain with an odd look on his face. "You know, maybe you're right about me having lived so long. I have been alive for almost seven hundred years. I admit that my grief over the loss of my daughter was probably not as great as a humans would have been. Over th years, I have fathered hundreds of daughters, all of them comforting me when she died. Maybe that is why Alehkra refuses to have more than one pup. He knows that after he has felt it for so long, he would no longer hold it in as high a regard. I really must admit that inmmortality is rather daunting. After going through something so much, it ceases to mean anything to you. I have seen so much war, that I no longer feel the pangs of taking anothers life." His lips quirked in what could be taken as a smile. "Maybe its time I started to remember the soft touch of the breeze."

He fell silent for a few, but then spoke up. "You ask why I wish to turn you. Well, you see, when you were turned, I doubt that you were showed the true meaning of being a werewolf. Not the immunity to disease, or the increased body functions, but Methua. Of knowing that there is someone who will always love you, you feels you're pain, of knowing that you can do things without science, healing the sick, making crops grow, touching a rainbow."

Abruptly he stood up. "If time is running out, then I will leave, if you will allow me." He looked at them with a sad look on his face. "However, the assaults shall not cease. You invaded our lands, and whats more, you killed countless of our mates and pups. I regret to inform you, that for that you will all die."

The nighthawk trapped in the cumbling buidling screeched as it was curshed by falling debris around it, panic trying to make it escape. More screams, then a long drawn out moan as it used its last breath to curse its misfortune.
The other began wheeling about to avoid the concentrated gun fire, jolting at each bolt of electricity that hit it. It's luck ran out as it flew down towards the soldier with the missile launcher. A direct hit showered the area with blue-hued blood and pieces of dark flesh, a very unpleasant thing to happen.

In the distance, a screech went up from further along the row of hills. As the Alfegans shoved the lorry off the side of the road and into the ditch on the side, it was taken up all along the hillside, from hidden caves and holes that the creatures resided in.
"Now we need to get a move on! Only the stupid ones will come out in daylight, but the rest will be coming at nightfall. And I don't want a flock of them over us. So lets move it!"
Engines were gunned as the vehicles frantically sped up the road, leaving evil chitterings and howls behind them. The interface that loomed ahead, of a day slowly dawning, was the most promising thing they had seen for a while.

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"I understand. I will meet you outside this place tomorrow morning, for our final stand. Until then, Kalispéra."

As the werewolf left, the blastdoor finally opened, a molten rent in its centre.

"Do not worry: he has left now, to return to his people. But tomorrow, there will be the battle to end all battles! Dig out all the weaponry we have left! For tomorrow, it will be someone's last stand. And I want us to be the metal, not the meat!"

A cheer went up, as the soldiers broke off to arm themselves: electrolasers were brought out of storage and charged to overfill capacity, the air filling itself with electric; concrete defences were set up about the fortress on the surface, high enough that no werewolf could even dream of leaping over them; electrified wires were layed out across the front of the fortress, deadly charges from the fission reactor in the bunker below sparking from the ground. Those who had prepared themselves now took time out to say personal prayers, to eat their last meals, to enjoy their last times with their comrades. They knew that tomorrow, unless a miracle happened, they would die. But if they did, they would take as many werewolves as they could with them.

The Geckos raced behind the IFVs hoping not to become the next meal for the screeching bastards in the back. A few had loaded AP rounds into their AM-07s just to be on the safe side. However when they saw the morning sun it gave them the hope that they could get to the Center with, if not ease, then at least the equipment and supplies loaded in the IFVs. Only time would tell.

"God damn this place. Sargent, what are the causalities this time?"

"One Fego sir."

"What?"

"One Fegosian Sir."

"thats better Sargent, if I hear you talk like that again you will be raptor food you get me?"

"Yes sir"

To add some clarification on the above discussion you must understand a bit of Mokan Culture. The word Fego had devolved as a derogatory term for Fegosians, while rarely used it those who do use it have often had some lost to a Fegosian for whatever reasons, be it they lost their business to one, or as in the case of the Sargent, their ex-wife. Racism is minimal in Mokastana, but occasionally you can find them if you look hard enough. Ironically in the case of Sargent, he had joined operation SANDBOX to get out of Mokastana, where even though Fegosian decent is 1% on a good day, there were still to many reminding him of what he lost. So when he got here and the first thing he saw was a sign decaring this area as property of the Fegosian government, he had naturally assumed they had burrowed into hell. The last few days have done little to change that opinion...

OOC: Er... Should I wait for the Mokastonans to arrive before I commence the attack?

IC: Alehkra stood before his small army, five hundred of some of the best Lycans the clan had to offer, led by Alehkra's own pack, many of whom had been with him for near two hundred years. They were the veterans of centuries of bloody warfare, Methuas best. Alehkra grinned, knowing that he had won the argument and finally got to lead his algra into battle again. He looked out there and saw his son among the army, and smiled to himself. Finally his pup would participate in more than a simple clan war. He knew that even with the humans reduced numbers, this would be a fight to be remembered. He gave a final prayer to Methua before searching out the Thelar, who had been his teacher, so he could ask about the human forces.

OOC: You don't have to...
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Ahead, the side of the valley presented them with an obstacle that was nearly insurmountable: wheels and tracks slipped on the damaged road surface as the vehicles tried to clamber up the steep slope of the valley. Behind them, a storm was moving in. How long until it completely blocked out the sunlight? The chorus of screeches grew louder as the creatures in the distance realised this: soon, they would feast.

The lieutenant grimly looked on towards the hilltop, and the rippling wall of sunrise. It was almost possible to feel the warmth. Nearly at the top, and with the light darkening, the two IFVs were driven off the road as the men lept out and ran towards the light: this was the boundary of the core defence network, that kept all the creatures away from the central area of Alfegos occupation. As they passed through the barrier of light at a sprint, a dark cloud of Nighthawks began to billow up from the far hill: in the valley, a strange glowing heralded the combined radiation of a swarm of wraiths, their x-ray batteries giving off the strange will-'o-the-wisp that illuminated other horrors too far away to make out. Approaching as the last of the Fegosians lept thorugh the interface, the angry swarm screeched and wheeled off. Above them, a group of nighthawks burst through the barrier of light. What happened though to them was very unexpected.

By the side of the road, this one a gravel road with electrical cables running down the side in a pipe, alongside proper drainage, two concrete units shot out of the ground: autocannon defence turrets. Fed from ammunition deep below the ground, they began opening fire on the creatures stupid enough to come through with HE rounds. Pieces of the horrible creautes rained down with a shower of blood as they were literally ripped apart. Very quickly though, the massacre was over and the two turrets retreated into the ground.

Ahead was a view of the base, enough to send the Lieutenant to his knees weeping: it looked like they had been far too late. A muddy field surrounded the fortress that had now cropped up in the centre, concertina wire, mines and other barricades spread all about the area. Trenches further away were covered with blood stains, as was most of the battlefield: it had obviously been one hell of a battle. And there was the fortress itself, a small cloud of smoke still wafting from the destroyed artillery in the centre, and a massive breach in the wall filled up with concrete blocks.
"This has all been for nothing: they must all be dead already."

Along the road, two more modern Refuges led up to that monolith in the far distance. Maybe there they could stay, before venturing to find out what happened to that forlorn structure in the distace.

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Hidden from view behind the battlements, the 30-odd men and women sat dressed up in whatever armour they could find, armed with a mix of Electrolasers and assault rifles. Machinegun teams prepared their rounds, loaded into long belts that hung down into the remains of ammunition crates. They all were running low on ammunition, and had had to arm themselves in more than just firearms and laserarms: most carried their sword bayonets and light shields, which they knew would probably only infuriate the werewolves.

Down below, a fully armoured base commander, now decided to be at the rank of Captain, prepared to leave from the fortress gates to greet the heads of the opposing army. He was surrounded by a retinue of 8 former scientists, now armed with overcharged electrolasers to act as his representation to the werewolves. Honour, eh? They would get their honour all right.

With the unanimous agreement of the survivors, they had rigged up the place so that none would die a werewolf: 20 tonnes of high explosive retreived from useless artillery shells and bombs was rigged to explode about the entire fortress: if the werewolves gained entry, they would be destroyed utterly by the redeeming fire of the human's science.
The two slabs of concrete mounted on a slider were opened, allowing the Captain and his retinue to leave towards the opposing army.
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Alehkra grinned as he watched the enemy general approach. These demons must have some semblance of honor if they were having a meeting with him. Motioning his wife and the Thelar to follow, he went to meet them. His reasoning was that by bringing only two people, and one of them his wife at that, the demons were less likely to turn opn him. Besides, there was only nine. He alone could take that many. As they reached what seemed a good meeting place, he stopped, and waited for the humans to get there.

The Alfegans walked over to where the werewolves were awaiting them, the retinue stamping to attention in an extended line behind the commander as he greeted the werewolves.

"So we meet at last, face-to-face." he showed no outward fear as he saluted the werewolf leaders, arm raised showing the ceramic body armour he was plated with. A sword-bayonet hung from his belt, while his electrolaser was slung on a strap over his back. All were in DPM camoflauge BDUs, merging with the muddy landscape.
"I'm an amateur to your ways of war, so you'll forgive me for asking what you normally do in these pre-battle meetings, before the fight actually starts."
He made a side-wards glance to the Thelar, before looking back to the Alehkra. He noticed the pallid form of his wife standing nearby, noting that she was definately not werewolf. Vampire crossed his mind before he erased it.

The geckos had raced for the sunlight once they saw that mass of demons flying at them. It would be a disgrace to come this far and fail. While a few shot off electrolasers and steel 7.62s into the mass of flyers the sunlight did its job of holding them off. As the Fegosians ran to activate the turrets the Mokans did their best to stay alive. They ran like hell, until the guns tore the flying beast to hell. However all that running had led them straight to the main base....

The landscape in front of the Colonel was a straight shot out of hell. With the bloody pieces of those airborne demons behind him, the destruction in front of him. It was as if all hope had been lost. Colonel Rodriguez saw the Lieutenant on his knees falling apart, it was over. But didn't they say they locked themselves in underground, why else did they have that welding equipment with them?

"Lieutenant, Last transmittion we heard the survivors had sealed themselves inside the complex, there may be survivors that need us. We need to get in there, even if there is just one Fegosian alive, they need us. After that we can get a wormhole exit to Base Camp One, unless we are sure that everyone is dead we do not have time to cry. Do you get me?"

Alehkra, surprisingly, laughed. "Oh don't worry, it's mostly just to show off our strength. It actually has very little impact on the battle. I have about five-hundred algra with me, which I've been led to beleive is about the size of your forces. Of course, my lycans have been known to lie in order to increase their own honor, and the Thelar here has been strangely silent on the matter. So, ?I wanted to hear it from you, what is the size of your army?" Deserae scowled, which Alehkra ignored. They had already argued about Alehkra's twisted sense of honor many times before.

"Well, including the men around me and myself, 29 trained soldiers and 23 technicians given a weapon and told which end goes bang. No competition really, if numbers counted... though I can say that numbers won't count that much this time.
In our nation, there is a story of how 120 men held off tens of thousands of soldiers in one of the mountain passes: sure they died, but they allowed the rest to retreat to a good position, and they took at least 20 times their number with them.

I think the same could be said now. Because while you have your massive forces marhsalled behind you, we have something that you might recognise"

He pulled out is pocket a lump of silver shrapnel, tossing it between his palms.

"I won't let your eyes linger on it for too long, for I notice you all recognise what I mean. Anyhow, I guess we can't negotiate as to a ceasefire, so war it is."

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"You reckon? Then lets get moving. We'll have to hang onto the sides of the Geckos, since there ain't really any other way to go now the Ironhearts are left behind: the security in this area is much more modern, and can actually do a bit of damage."

They sped off towards the distant structure, and this angle not able to see the werewolf army lined up in the distance, or the men atop the fortress walls waiting.

"Driver, get out and let this fegosian drive, if this place still has defenses up I want them to steer us through it. Hang on the side."

The Gekos sped off to the massive ruins in the distance.

" Lieutenant, what exactly should we expect from this place?"

Alehkra was shocked, and rather appaled. "Around seventy men? Half of those not even trained?" His eyes hardened. "I'm going to have to have a little chat with my Lycans later on. That is disgusting, they have no honor."

Suddenly the Thelar motioned for him, and drew him and Deserae out of earshot. They talked for a while, the Thelar waving his massive arms about, and Deserae seemingly getting angry at something. Finally they trotted back. "My Thelar has convinced me to give you gentlemen a choice in the coming conflict. Either we will attack you with a force of about thirty werewolves, we only ask you use only trained soldiers, or we have a fight between your best, and... One of our best."

He looked at the man very seriously. "I suggest you go with the latter choice. It will result in much less death for your men. I have no doubt that you men are vicious fighters, as you say, but I would use my own pack. I have lived eight hundred years, and have been fighting since I was thirteen. Each member of my pack has lived at least as long as me, many of them more, all fighting from the same young age. We are veterans of centuries of bloody war. As for the silver, we have each injected ourselves with small amounts at a time, building up an immunity. I got the idea from the 'anti-biotics' the Thelar told me of. We would each be able to take several clips from those 'guns', so you have no real advantage. We would be able to close on you before taking a single loss. And when we engage in melee with you, you are dead."

"However, should you decide on the duel, the person you choose will have to fight the Thelar. I would do it myself, but my wife here refuses to allow me to endanger myself like that." He grinned. "I would rather assault your base alone than get a female vampire mad, especielly my wife." The grin slipped away. "I have no doubt that the man you choose will die. But would you rather that every man among you should die? After th fight, we can discuss the terms of your surrender. And all I really want is for you to stop the weapons testing. You can stay, test anything you want, but we have lost several villages to the explosions you have caused, and I just want to know that my people will be safe from weapons that they have no idea how to counter." He looked behind the man, at his troops. "Consider carefully my friend. Look at the faces of your brothers-in-arms. Think of all the joy you've felt being with this men. Consider very carefully before deciding."

"Right enough then: I think you leave me with no alternative."
He took a radio from one of his retinue, and spoke down it.
"You've been listening to that: now do we have any volunteers?"
Silence on the radio channel.
"Well, no worries. At least break out the binoculars for this."

The retinue of men backed off as he undid his combat vest, throwing it to the side. Now all he had were a few assorted knives stuck in boot, leg and arm holsters, the sword bayonet and his pulse-rifle.

"Guess it's my lucky day today. Don't worry, I'm sure my second in command there will be able to sort things out with you regarding surrender, whether it be yours or ours, but until then we'll see how the cookie crumbles."

He backed off, charging up the electrolaser by pumping the battery lever up and down. He flicked down the battle sights, before setting the weapon to lethal. 6 shots, before it was in this case useless: what time in melee would he have to charge this up?

"So, shall I strike first or shall you?"

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"This place up ahead? From what you last told me, the bunker will either be fully locked down, or they'll have opened it up. From here, it looks like it's been reopened, because that massive minefield they've laid around it. And to tell you the truth, I don't have a clue on getting through it."

They had sped up, now coming around from the side.
"There you have it: there are survivors!"

He shouted and gesticulated to the men on the wall tops, most preoccupied at looking to the distance. That was when he went quiet.
"Oh dear... It looks like the werewolves are out in force."
There was an army stretched out across the flat plain, and on a small mound in the centre, a groups of humans and werewolves surrounding a large circular area: a man and a wolf in the centre.

"Right, before you do anything, get some stock of the situation, and let them allow us inside the main fortress. We'll do much better there."

When Colonel Vincent Rodriguez saw the mass of Wereworves, his first thought was along the lines of, Dear lord, Please save us all, He knew that the meager supplies they had brought would not do much, if anything to help out in this battle. He pulled out his Binoculars and watched the pre-battle meeting. The human and werewolf were talking, was that a vampire? God this world was insane, then the Human began taking off his gear and charging an electro laser. It looked like he would get to see the werewolves in action after all. Though not on the winning side no doubt.

"They are going to David and Goliath."

He looked to his men, many were praying in the Gekos, it was not going to end well by the looks of things,

"Ramirez, contact the fort on the radio, notify them that Mokan scout team has arrived with food, water, and munitions, and we would really really like it if we can get in the fort."

"Yes sir," former Paranormal division and soon to be werewolf bait Alejandro Ramirez pulled up the radio and tried different channels to reach the fort...

"Mokan Scout team one, we have supplies and requesting permission to enter the fort, Over"

In another Gecko the racist Sergeant was now absolutely sure they had burrowed into hell...

"This is Hub command: you have permission to enter. Thank god you've arrived!"

There were yells from the other side of the concrete barriers, followed by the roar of machinery as the concrete slabs blocking the entrance were shunted out of the way.

"Here comes a map of the minefield for you: remember to eat it once you get back inside!"

A man atop the wall threw a metal cylinder from the ramparts, watching it fly downwards towards the small group of vehicles.

"Now be very careful of the electric wires as well: look for the metal lines on the ground. Don't stand on them when you come in!"

Vincent watched the cylinder roll down and wondered if it would hit a mine on the way, he watched as it rolled down and kicked up and down do to uneven ground. So far it didn't detonate, soon enough it hit the bumper of the lead gecko and he picked it up. After toying with the cylinder for a minute he got the map opened and decided the best route through the minefield for his men. He wondered if they really had to eat the map when they were done, but if they did, thats what the Sargent was for...

The people inside waiting for the Mokans were expressionless as they watched them enter the base. All were too engaged watching the spectacle unfurling in the distance. The only man talking was the second in command, looking down quickly from the parapet.

"Once you've parked and dropped off the supplies, come up here and have a look with us: and I can't believe you almost fell for that one with the map. Just bring it up here. With your binoculars."

He turned back to staring into the distance, electrolaser hanging from his shoulder visibly.

The Mokans did as requested, they unloaded the food and water, mostly protien supplements and vitamins, though there was one semi-frozen rack of Jaguar Ribs, a Mokan Delicacy. However once the Ironhearts had been trashed they had to carry it and hope it wouldn't rot on the last few minutes of the trip. The Soldiers looked around and realized how bad this situation was...

"Eat the map...naw, I just a have a Sargent who's mouth I need to wash out like a child's."

The Colonel set his electrolaser leaning up against the wall as he looked over the battlefield with his binoculars, he admired the bravery of this man, no doubt someone he would never have the honor of meeting, but if what was happening was what the Colonel thought then he respected that commander more then any any other men he had served under.

"I take it that we are about to watch the battle of the Champions? Or is the generals are about to fight for the fate of their men?"

"Well, it is a battle so to speak, between the generals of the armies. Now with you here though, I think we might have a chance if everything goes balls-up. Not that it will hopefully, but..."

He looked down at the unloaded food.

"I hope that is what it seems to be: go get someone to rush it down to the labs, and they can find some sort of freezer there to store it in. As long as the firdge ain't sotring nasties, that should be OK."

"Sergeant, get that rack of Ribs to a freezer, double time! Jaguar Ribs, they were meant to be a gift. I hunted that one myself, didn't squeeze the trigger though."

The reason why Jaguar was a delicacy was because in order to have it you had to hunt them. Growing them for food was technically legal, but frowned upon, when it came to eating animals that could fight back, they were to be given a chance to do so. Some would call it cruel, going to the Jaguars home and hunting it, but in reality it was giving them a fair chance, fighting them on their turf.

"As for supplies, we brought protein supplements,clean water, two crates of silver rounds, mostly your caliber, but about 2,000 of them are 7.62x54s. We brought a extra 20 AM-07s just in case. Mainly because we didn't know about these" pointing to the electrolaser, "I pray this goes better then it looks."

"Well, all we can just do is sit and wait. Sit until something happens, and wait until we're needed. Just watching."

The Thelar, who until now had been sitting, stood up to his impressive eight and a half foot height, and bowed to the commander. "I must commend you on your bravery. Not many humans would agree to a one on one with a werewolf. Now, gaurd yourself." With that, he lunged, with speed belying his immense size with his huge hand outstretched, intedning to crush the mans head.

He was surprised at the turn of speed of the werewolf, and barely had time to dive to the side as the creature charged at him, dodging the swing arms. As he hit the ground rolling, he pointed the electrolaser upwards and fired two shots into the creature, each a small bolt of lightning that caused the air to burn around the beam. The second shot caused a small alarm to start sounding on the weapon: obviously he had just overheated hit with such quicky firing succession, and it'd take a while for it to cool back down to a useable temperature.

He picked himself up, dropping the weapon, and began to run around to the opposite side of the circle, now drawing his sword bayonet to retaliate with.

OOC: I assume that there is water somewhere.

Somewhere in the Prevanian Lagoon onboard the HDS Repulse (the middle of the giant ancient caldera that Prevania is formed from) – 20h00 – 28/03/08 -

It had all started a month ago, when a Prevanian scientist had discovered an incredibly large source of neutrinos under the Prevanian Lagoon. The Ministry of Love soon got wind of his discovery and made the obvious assumption – it had to be a weapon. The scientist, by the name of Robert Hill, quietly disappeared a few nights later.

In total secrecy, a force of ships and airships was assembled to investigate. More eminent scientists started ‘disappearing’, much to the interest of the media.

On the 25 of March, two nuclear submarines, a converted Olympus-Class airship and various surface vessels left under cover of night.

The submarines HDS Resolute and HDS Repulse arrived three days later, as the other vessels were detained by bad weather. Upon arriving, they sent a message back to Prevoygrad, before proceeding to investigate the anomaly.

“Captain, I am picking up massive readings of tau antineutrinos. This is utterly unprecedented… My goodness!!! The reader is going beserk! Sir! We must stop immediately! We must be very close to the thing, whatever it is.”

“I will defer to your knowledge, Mr Hill. All stop.”

“Yes, Sir”

“Sonar, are there any other vessels in the vicinity? This looks as if it may not be a wild goose chase.”

“No, Sir; I am only picking up the Resolute. They have also stopped near this anomaly… Sir, I am picking up very strange noises”

“Please be specific”

“Its very faint but it sounds like some kind of whale, Sir… the sound’s increasing rapidly!”

“Location? Direction? Speed? We don’t want to hit it.”

“S***!!! It’s right on top of us!!!”

Suddenly, the Repulse shook, as if it had hit a solid object. Warning lights started to show all along the bridge.

“Sir, this is the torpedo room. We are evacuating behind the collision bulkhead, there is a small leak in tube three… Oh my goodness!! It’s getting bigger! Help!!! Arggg…”

“Sir, we cannot contact the torpedo room!”

“What the heck just hit us?”

“Sir, you’re not going to believe this…”

“What?”

“Take a look at what camera 3 is seeing”

All eyes on the bridge turned to look at the small television screen. The captain turned it on.

“Oh my…”

In front of them, impossibly large on the screen was a creature that looked like a cross between a turtle and a snake.

“Sir, I’ve seen this kind of thing before. But it sounds stupid…”

“Go on”

“If I didn’t know better, Sir, I’d say it was a plesiosaur – a type of marine dinosaur. But they’ve been extinct for eons…”

“Well, whatever it is, it’s taking an unhealthy interest in our bow. Engineering, this is the bridge; give me all the power you can eke from the reactor, we’ll try and batter the brute away”

“Yes, Sir”

Majestically, the crippled submarine slammed into the beast. The jagged edges of the torpedo room sliced deep into its skin. Too late, it tried to back away. Before suddenly disappearing…

“Captain, my sensors are going berserk!”

A flash of light… an incredible contortion of the space-time continuum… an immeasurably small yet incalculably massive shift…

In an alien sea, two massive beings, one of flesh-and-bone, the other of the hardest steel, one mortally wounded, the other severely damaged, one in its home sea, the other in an alien world, suddenly came into being…

Whilst, back in the original universe, all that was left was a spreading redness, a nuclear submarine, and a message – ALERT ALL VESSELS CODE ALPHA MU KAPPA REPEAT ALPHA MU KAPPA STOP MINIPAX SITUATION LEWIS CAROL REPEAT LEWIS CAROL STOP PLEASE ADVISE