NationStates Jolt Archive

Scientist's log, 0500 hours, June 2nd:
We finally got it! The proper funding, the test subjects, everything we need! Now I can continue perfecting the 'infection' virus. This time there won't be an outbreak. Not until we need one.

Scientist's log, 1900 hours, June 4th:
I've finally perfected the 'infection' virus! All subjects retain normal brain functions, albeit with memory loss. However, now the human race can finally benefit from what once almost destroyed a country!

Scientist's log, 1500 hours, June 8th:
This ship is making me seasick. Or maybe it's the virus. I'm having a little trouble remembering why I did it. I guess I didn't want to force this on someone else. Everything seems a little hazy...

My log, 1000 hours, June 9th:
Oh God, I can't remember anything! The throbbing in my head... The intense heat flashs... Blacking out and waking up somewhere else... The voices...I need help.

My log, night, today:
He did taste good. These humans are so inferior, but they do make good food. better then those dirty rats. I can't believe I found this log. The pitiful man who found this beforehand has left. Good for him, although I could have used another meal. He was still living when I left him, after all, the prey will soon become the predator...

Captain's log, 1200 hours, June 2nd:
I hear that the acliamed bio-engineering company Genecorp going to be performing experiments aboard my ship. They offered John a lot of money I heard. Well, as long as they don't do anything too dangerous.

Captain's log, 2300 hours, June 9th:
Oh God! One of the scientist's aboard the ship attacked me! He, he tried to eat me! Oh God, I think I'm going to die, please, send my love to my wife...

Message from Genecorp, encryption level 10:
We have aquired the infection virus from the government. Initiate project Perfect Human.

1314 stepped down from the stage. He didn't believe it worked, for a moment he thought no one would believe he was a singer. I never knew my singing voice was that good. Now, down to buisness... He walked over to Senator Johnson. "Hello sir, I hope you enjoyed my performance." 1314 gritted his teeth under his mask. The very thought of grovling to this piece of crap pissed him off. But, in order to keep his cover he had to. "I loved it, too bad you haven't performed before. I could get you into the buisness you know. May I see your face? If it's half as good as your singing, I'd be amazed!" He laughed.


1314 slowly took off the mask, showing the bandages and unnatural red eyes underneath. "Oh God, no, not you! ANYONE BUT YOU!" Senator Johnson screamed, fear in his eyes. 1314 raised his pistol. "I'm glad you remember me. Unfortunatly for you, I remember you also." He pulled the trigger as people began running in all direction, and security guards started firing at him. Then, the power went out, more screams erupted. 1314 felt a voice in his head. Give in little 13, these humans aren't worth it... 1314 passed out as he saw the dinner party ripped apart...

Bump.

OOC: dangit, don't leave me hanging lol

OOC: dangit, don't leave me hanging lol
OOC: What are you talking about?

OOC: Darn it, more biological things. Don't those scientists ever quit?

OOC: These forums are overrun with 2 things, zombies and poorly thought out wars.

OOC: Darn it, more biological things. Don't those scientists ever quit?
OOC:Nope :D
OOC: These forums are overrun with 2 things, zombies and poorly thought out wars.
OOC: These aren't zombies... :) Don't have time to contiue the story today though, I'll do it tommorow.

1314 opened his eyes. How long had he been out? An hour a day? He slowly rose to his feet. "Foolish humans. Always running. Why don't they just stand still? It would be better for the natural order of things." 1314 slid over to the corner, leaning heavily on the wall. There was blood everywhere. "How's Mark doing? Those humans took the guns before we could get to them." One of the creatures slammed his fist aganst the wall. "It makes them much easier to eat if they're shot first. 1314 leaned around the corner to see what was going on. Several deformed looking humans were in a circle, talking and... Smoking!

1314 leaned back and took out a syringe. This can't be happening again. he slowly slid the syringe into his skin, and pushed down. As he slowly made his way across the wall, he suddenly fell. "What was that?"
"It sounded like a human, I can smell it!" 1314 quickly flipped around to see these creatures, with their unnatural red eyes leaping towards him. He pulled out his pistol, and let out a healthy stream of lead towards them...

OOC: This is open. You can play one of the infected, or one of the people aboard the ship.

1314 limped out onto the deck. People swarmed around, looking for answers to what was down there but too scared to go down themselves. Two security guards pulled up their pistols upon seeing 1314. "It's okay, I'm not infected." At least not with this new strain. 1314 looked straight into the guards eyes. "You're... You're 1314, aren't you?" the guard was obviously frightned. Few had not heard of 1314 and what he could do. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. Not today at least." 1314 muttered as he pushed his way past the guards. Sheep. Sheep without a shepard. What fools. If I was not one of them, I'd say the human race was not made of individuals, but of crowds, led like sheep to the slaughter by anyone willing to lead them.

He shook his head. He knew it wasn't true. He just needed to vent. He suddenly saw a familar figure. He walked up behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder. "Remember me?" 1314 smiled under his bandages, his glowing red eyes sticking out in the dim moonlight. "Oh God not yo-" 1314 raised his gun and pulled the trigger. He turned back to the now staring crowd and grinned. None of them would do anything, not they could if they wanted to. "I just needed to finish something. An old 'friend." None ever escape. Not even the cleric.

He moved back around towards the crowd, searching memories as he went. He had to find SOMEONE with a backbone. He didn't feel like taking on an army of ex-humans with incredible intelligence and a taste for flesh alone...

OOC: This is still open. As for the guy 1314 just shot, well, he dosen't matter.

ooc you should have posted in your first post what you want,then guess we mind readers

OOC: Desperate to redeem 1314's past failure I see. XD

IC:
One of Greywatch's agents had been aboard the ship at the time. Not for any real reason, 1314 was still a well known threat, and someone who at this point probably had a vendetta against Greywatch and its government. A girl with long brown hair spotted 1314 while atnding in the crowd, Gotta be shitting me... Of course, like the mission discription said, a good chance of 1314 being here... She sighed and held her bag close to her. Her clothing wasn't the best for a fight and she really didn't feel that she could be bothered to take on 1314 now. Unfortunantly, she did stand out alittle in her black, Greywatch-style uniform. And on her left shoulder there was the Greywatch CoD emblem, a red dragon. She just prayed she hadn't yet been noticed.

OOC: Wait is 1314 a cyborg or a mutant? I'm sorry, I kind of missed the thread I signed up for.

OOC: Wait is 1314 a cyborg or a mutant? I'm sorry, I kind of missed the thread I signed up for.

OOC: I've RPed with 1314 before, actually, me and CM go back a ways to his last thread, from what I gathered, 1314 is a genetically enhanced, superhuman sniper who has 'special' abilites and upgrades. There's plenty of other stuff I could tell you but I'm not gonna go any further cause I don't want to give everything away.

OOC: Desperate to redeem 1314's past failure I see. XD
OOC: Never let a target go :D.
One of Greywatch's agents had been aboard the ship at the time. Not for any real reason, 1314 was still a well known threat, and someone who at this point probably had a vendetta against Greywatch and its government. A girl with long brown hair spotted 1314 while atnding in the crowd, Gotta be shitting me... Of course, like the mission discription said, a good chance of 1314 being here... She sighed and held her bag close to her. Her clothing wasn't the best for a fight and she really didn't feel that she could be bothered to take on 1314 now. Unfortunantly, she did stand out alittle in her black, Greywatch-style uniform. And on her left shoulder there was the Greywatch CoD emblem, a red dragon. She just prayed she hadn't yet been noticed.
Suddenly, 1314 turned. He could tell someone in the crowd knew him. Better then most of the civilians on here who had heard distorted facts at best. He looked around and saw a girl in a dark black suit. Not an uncommen style in CM. But the shoulder, he saw a symbol. One that he knew well. He walked towards the women, his palms breaking out in a cold sweat. He couldn't kill her. Not in front of all these people... again. They may be sheep, but even sheep can kill when desperate. 1314 calmly walked by her, but as he went, he quickly searched her memories...
OOC: Wait is 1314 a cyborg or a mutant? I'm sorry, I kind of missed the thread I signed up for.
OOC: A mutant, I guess, would be the best way to describe him. Put simply, he's a clone, his genes have been messed around with, he is an incredible shot, and isn't the kind of person you want to PO :).

The girl was calm, as 1314 searched her memories he would find very little of value. He would see two glowing golden eyes in front of her from first person view; a deep voice, inhuman in its sound; spining; her friends; a call she made, what abaout was unclear; her borading the ship. It would be made clear that the most of her memories had been purged. She wasn't aware of 1314's mental presence but she had been informed of his abilities. Something is on this ship... damn scientists are prolly responsible for it. I take my eyes off 'em for one second... She gripped her bag and walked towards the door but stopped. 1314 was still there and she knew being alone with him was not safe. For the moment she'd have to stay put. "Cryptic Art: Memory Lockdown." She mumbled to herself, underneath her hair black symbols began to form. They were specially made to keep thoughts in and out, it was one of the only upgrades the FM had given her.

1314 stopped. He couldn't read her memories. He was sure now. It's definitly one of them. When will these goddamn idiots stop! He walked towards her, and leaned close to her ear. "If you want to live, get off this boat before noon tommorow. I'm giving you a chance, because I don't feel like wasting my time or ammo. I'd prefer to-" He suddenly stopped. He could hear scratching near the door. Voices beyond a normal humans hearing. But 1314 was not normal. "GET TO THE DOOR!" He shouted to the guards as the infected began to rush ondeck...

It wasn't long before the girl reacted, in her hands materialized two pistols, each one loaded with AP rounds. She didn't wait a second, infected humans fell to the ground like sacks of potatoes as her laser pointers picked her targets.

1314 pulled out his pistol and 'cured' each infected. Well, if you count the virus inside of them being dead,as well as the host, then they were cured. But time after time, after one went down, it would get back up in a few seconds. Shit! Why the hell didn't I bring my rail gun! He quickly attempted to crush an infected's skull with the power of his mind. Suddenly, he heard it again. Why do you resist little 13? You could extract revenge on this entire race... These pitiful bugs... You know you are supiririor. kill them. Kill them ALL. We can cure them of the human disorder... 1314 slowly dropped to the ground. Supirior... Not worth it... Revenge. He heard the voice echo in his head as he blacked out...

Crap what now? They get back up... I guess that means.... The girl's pistols dematerialized and in their place came an assault rifle. "Suck explosive rounds, bitches." She said as she began shedding the bodies of the infected humans to pieces. Each shot placed a decent sized hole in her targets, ensuring they'd never work again.

One of the infected quickly ran up to the girl and grabbed onto her neck, lifting her into the air while increasing the pressure on her neck. "Little fool. Why not EMBRACE our power? Perhaps you need a little persuasion..." The beast smiled as he quickly threw her up aganst a wall. "On second thought, I'm feeling a little... hungry."

With a flick of her wrist she turned the rifle on the creature's head, "Eat this bitch." With that, the was an explosion of blood as the head of the infected human exploded and its body went limp. In anger, she quicky fired on every other infected in the room watching as their soft flesh exploded in to little pieces. Then she noticed 1314 was down, Dammit, why the hell do I have to babysit this sonofabitch?

"What? Where am I? God, my head hurts..." 1314 slowly got up. He could hear the voice again. You are IN your head. I brought you here to.... discuss your treatment of humans. He heard malicious laughter echoing throughout. "Who the hell are you!? How can you do this?" 1314 started to panic. How could something bring him into HIS OWN HEAD! 1314 quickly spun around, nothing but darkness in all directions. He dropped to the ground....

"Ugh. Where am I now?" He looked around. The infected were on all sides, massacuring everybody. "Shit. Why do I always have to be the hero..." he slowly rose to his feet. Taking out his rifle, he took aim a zombies head and fired. One down. He took a bead to another zombie. Another. And another. STOP! YOU ARE AS FOOLISH AS YOU ARE STUBBORN! 1314 dropped to his knees, holding his head in his hands "Get... Out..." Not a chance little 13, not a chance... 1314 could feel the throbbing inside his head, the incessant pounding getting louder and louder. He could see everyone he killed, even if it was accidental. Look at your pistol little 13. It still has one bullet left. 1314 looked at his pistol. Sure enough, it had one bullet left. He toyed with the pistol for a moment before bringing it to his head...

The girl was already too busy with her own affairs to really notice 1314 but eventually she noticed that he stopped firing. "Yo! 13! What the hell are you doing at a time like this?!" She yelled as she continued to shred through the hoard taking little time to reload. SHe made her way over to where 1314 was, not easy considering verything going on. SHe dediced it was that time, she a grenade materialized in one of her hands which she proptly squeezed down on to activate it and rolled it through multiple legs to the place where these things appeared to br coming in from. There was an explosion and bodies were everywhere. "The crew is expendable, I don't need to worry." She muttered as she ripped through more infected people.

1314 pulled the trigger Click. Nothing. He threw the pistol to the ground in disgust. As an infected noticed him, 1314 took out his coil rifle, and literally blew his arm off. "You're going to PAY for that!" The infected yelled loudly as he ran towards him. 1314 quickly tried to reload, but the infected human quickly pinned him to the ground. "Going somewhere?" The infected hissed near 1314's ear. 1314 calmly stared into his eyes, searching his memories. "No, but you might be." The creature felt a sharp pain go through his chest. Looking down, he saw his chest had been sliced open. As the infected began to gasp for air desperatly, 1314 muttered "Hope you have a good time in hell" 1314 looked around. There were few humans left, but the infected had retreated for now. He slumped up aganst a wall. This is your chance little 13. Kill them. Kill them all. He slowly closed his eyes, feeling sleep envelop him. It's been days since I've slept...

OOC: I'm going to Russia for a week starting tommorrow, I'll do more when I come back. CM, I would suggest making a signup thread so you can get more people involved.

IC:
"Well I'll assume he can handle himself," she muttered, "I on the other hand need to go find those scientists." She dissapeared while no one was watching out into one of the hallways and decided to go look for the scientists, keeping her rifle ready.

1314 looked up the plane flying overhead. So much for that. 1314 watched calmly as bomb after bomb hit the deck. He calmly lit a cigarrette from the flames. "Many thanks." He muttered as the ship began to break apart.