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Apr 18, 2011 15:17:21 GMT -5
Post by Le Dark Wolf on Apr 18, 2011 15:17:21 GMT -5
Fort Hansen/ Stalwart Island/1999 Project Chromium Phase II They awaited her in absolute silence. Beneath a gloomy sky, the wheels of destiny had spun. Of course, they brandished assault rifles. The weapons were French in make, something uncommon in the hands of conglomerate superpower’s ‘elites’. Clad in darkness, with insignias that worshipped shield and sword, they waited. She continued to stride towards them. Stalwart Island, situated off the coast off Portsmouth had possessed a medieval spirit to it. Old concrete blocks surrounded them. The facility was old, far older than their current masters. If the rusted flak-88 anti-air artillery piece was of any hint, they were training in the graveyard of an old war. Only the gleaming ultramodern administrative building told them of where the trainees really were. With an ethereal grace from another age, the darkened knights which seemed to have stood sentry forever, began to beckon the otherworldly maiden to join them in their brotherhood. It was a brotherhood of muffled secrets and masks; a Teutonic order of lies.Even now, the memories had been faded, perhaps artificially. Training endures, but the details remain questionable. The past was but the flicker of a candle. Only dancing shadows remained. “Maintain situational awareness.”He ‘officially’ did not have a name. All that could be remotely hinted at was that the Commandant of Fort Hansen was ‘royalty’. What that meant was left up to the imagination. It was said that he had first arrived from the East. Perhaps he was Asiatic. His features whispered something impure. ‘Shiro’ was what some referred to him as; a white soldier under a white umbrella. Yes, he was the ‘commander’. But what he truly did here, on this lonesome island, his real function, was equally enigmatic. “Remember your training.”For now, the Chromium Project required a bit of external oversight. It was not a new instructor that was issued, but a new stage of the program altogether. The prosthetic human had gone through weapons training, weapons familiarization, weapons specialization, yet there was still one arm that required additional sharpening. Perhaps that was his purpose. Just as Napoleon Bonaparte had inspirited his tactical genius upon his captains, so did this darkly clad canine of….. “Remember your mission.”“…..it is impossible to predict every aspect of the battlefield. Even the most well thought out plan will fall victim to unforeseen circumstances. This is what Carl von Clausewitz would call ‘friction’. Complete control over each and every asset in battle is impossible. The idea is to segment your forces, allow a certain amount of controlled chaos to prevail. What one loses in control, one will gain in momentum. This will allow for the outmanoeuvring of the enemy, when ‘friction’ bogs him down…” They awaited her in absolute silence. Yet her memories were fading. The picture had gone still. She had stood in front of these darkly clad men. Something had been whispered. No words were heard. It was then that candle burned itself out. “What is?”<*> Airport B.S.A.A. Headquarters/ Raccoon Memorial Study Facility/ Present Retrieval Operation The cigarette twirled out of his fingers and disappeared from view. Like a bad memory, its light had been extinguished from existence a second later. The Dark Wolf peered out the window, and continued his observation. Several what could only be described as ‘propeller-driven’ bombs had smashed into the tarmac, causing a considerable amount of devastation. But didn’t the Russian helicopters all bring in a fair share of troops as well? It was considered a danger-close affair. People were lit up. Friendly fire was not only a matter of possibility. It was a fact. Whoever was directing this strange little operation had either too many troops to spare, or was far more interested in causing as much chaos as possible. “Shiro-“The augmented human remembered his name. It was a good sign. “It’s friction. I don’t know what’s going on, any more than you do. I’m still awaiting my team to get back to me and… wait, what’s that?” He eyed it from a distance. For a second he was amused. There was a tank on the airport, alongside an influx of new troops. Perhaps it was the U.S. Army. The Dark Wolf would have been able to make use of his ‘connections’ to make a clean extraction. It was dashed, when he realized that the newcomers too, began opening fire without discrimination. To make it even stranger, a song regarding the world being on fire had begun to play through the public announcement system. Xavier gave a half-hearted sigh, followed by a deathly grin. “Our original mission was to extract you, and perhaps frame Tricell for a bio-terrorism act in the process. It seems that the situation has…complicated itself.” <*> Delta. It rolled off his tongue like an ancient curse. The lone Umbrella Security Services Operator inwardly grinned. He would have the privilege of honouring lost memories. Still examining the instrument panel, the ‘squad leader’ was nearly startled when the radio systems had turned on. A counter down had begun. Surely, this was a bad sign. Instead of following instinct and getting as far away from the downed Russian bird as possible, the Operator simply instead sat down in the co-pilots chair. A few flips were switched, and a wire was yanked. Then the bird simply turned off. It was then that the corporate soldier spotted something interesting. The thing had been oval in shape. He immediately recognized it as a warhead, but what kind… upon close inspection the Operator nearly jumped with glee. Whoever these guys were, they had a penchant for control and destruction. The Russian helicopter tiled to one side, as explosions rocked all around it. Delta carried the warhead of a 9M133 Kornet under his arms. The flying bombs were inaccurate. Well, rather they landed a few hundred meters too far away from him. He could feel the explosions and the heat through his uniform. Any close and force of the explosives would have killed him. It was a good souvenir though, even without the ATGM system, the Kronet would make for a powerful improvised weapon. Almost better than what was in his ammo dump. The radios of the dead pilot, alongside a binder containing the proper air traffic procedures for these new invaders. Delta was nearly happy… until somebody decided to replay Nero in a burning Rome with bad music. The cloaked man looked about a bit, before spying an American tank in the distance. Once more he was on the verge of happiness, taking cover behind a concrete building, in case the armoured behemoth had the proper optics to spot the lone Operator.
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Apr 19, 2011 0:16:51 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Apr 19, 2011 0:16:51 GMT -5
Alpha Team was making there way to the destination that Delta had instructed. Eric, now and then, stopped and let the enemy pass by to conserv the teams ammo, most times, they had to eliminate a few of these Ivans. when they got close, American Ambram tanks rolled down the street. The team had to cut through an ally just to avoid possible detection even with the Active Camo on. "Russians choppers, now american tanks. Did they call the army or something?" Jericho Thoughts were probably running wild. Eric peered over the corner. "Only 73 meters, guys" Eric told them. The thermal picked up a heat signature. A man carrying some sort of missle in his arms. It was one of there own for sure, no dought about it. It was Delta.
All they could do was wait for the tanks to pass by until it was safe to proceed. As the last tank passed, Eric led Alpha team to the lone soldier. "The hell," Jeffry groan in shock that he held in his arms. "Why are you carrying a warhead?" "Can it, mate" He leered at him then looked Delta in the eyes. "IFF has been updated to my Tac-Com" He reached in one of the pockets and inserted it into the gauntlet so he could give him the transfered data. Damian and Jeffry too position on the one side if the aly opening Jericho and Annabel had there eyes on the ally they just came through.
The transfer only took a matter of thirty seconds. He pop the chip out and handed Delta the copy of the Neo Umbrella's IFF. "Hope you didn't have too much trouble making it to the destination, Delta." Eric told him leting his FAMAS rest in his sling.
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Apr 19, 2011 1:12:44 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 19, 2011 1:12:44 GMT -5
The Final Wave Soldiers fell to the ground withering in pain, however smiles remained on their faces as their eyes looked up towards the stars.
"Let us sing a song of good times and drink some cool wine." one of them murmured hoarsely through blood splatters. As the men gave off their final breaths, a steady beeping started to rise from their chests. The beepings started out in short beep......beep......beeps, but quickly morph into a single continuous beep. **********************************************************************
"It seems that ground troops fail safe programs have gone active, Doctor." one of the crewmen announced. Ander simply shrugged, as he watched the screens, indifferent to the deaths of a few human soldiers. **********************************************************************
The beeping suddenly stopped and each of the soldiers exploded in a blaze of glory, completely eradicating their clothing and equipment. The charred remains of the bodies continued to look up into the sky with dead, empty eye sockets and grinning teeth. *************************************************************************
A001 moved out of the terminal building and began to scan the area for any signs of it's target. The smoke and fire from the rockets created a grim and hellish display for onlookers, and the presence of the creature did not help matters a bit. The creature then spotted a group of soldiers near the tarmac. ************************************************************
"Switch targeting parameters." Ander ordered. "A001 is to be 'weapons free' on all armed targets. Then let us restart our engines.....I want to move in for a closer look."
As the crewmen worked to carry out his orders, Ander picked up a glass of Vino Rissoto and lifted it towards the monitors.
"Prosit!" he called to the monitor and A001. ********************************************
A001 stopped briefly in it's search and turned back to the armed men near the tarmac. It raised the AK74 to it's shoulder and let loose burst fire towards the group of men. As it fired, the creature moved rapidly towards them in a zig zagging fashion.
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Apr 19, 2011 4:55:37 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 19, 2011 4:55:37 GMT -5
Airport B.S.A.A. Headquarters Raccoon Memorial Study Facility Present time "Friction," Chrome repeated, as if to remind herself. The effect of unpredictability; it resided as a principal in mind, "They didn't count on my being awake," chaos had prevailed, now she was the one to attain momentum; displace friction. Chrome's synaptic gateway opened up allowing her mind to roam freely latching onto the nearest wireless network in range. From there her cyber warfare platform split, maximizing pathways to minimize time reaching her target, running into numerous dead ends. Bouncing between the communication network that all the soldiers on the ground had equipped, she landed dead centre of her mark. Unblinking. ICEbreaker initialized to override the controls of the second M1 Abrams tank, cutting through layers of firewalls before passing its own gateway. Manual control had been quickly seized from the driver; the turret of the tank began to rotate, pointing in the direction of its partner armored vehicle. Concern was no doubt heard from the people on board as the second tank fired upon the first. Chrome unloaded another two shells, maximizing damage output, before locking the treads of the M1 and severing her connection with the system. A range of other connections queued up in priority for her to look at. Most of which were numerous CCTV surveillance devices in multiple areas of the airport. Chrome's retina HUD lit up with live feeds, highlighting movement, "Multiple mercenaries related to the American artillery are in secondary tower A6. Fireteam size. Two at command, two more securing lower floors," she cross referenced the fatigues and equipment to the other mercenaries who had disembarked from the M1's, "They seem disconnected from the rest of their squad. Perhaps ulterior orders or motives."Far different things were occurring in a terminal further down the strip, a massive figure exited the building halting abruptly, "B.O.W. located. Tyrant class," Chrome's connection hovered for a moment as an inbound transmission was sent to the behemoth, "Control is issued through program packets. I can't trace it," she decrypted the most recent packet, "Parametres have changed to 'Weapons Free,'" just as she noted, A001 began firing its rifle at anything that came within range. "Several other units in relation to the Tyrant have come under fire from Alpha. The team has regrouped with Delta," the one final assessment was made before Chrome closed her ports, making the assumption Xavier would appreciate knowing the location of some of their fellow canines; looking to him in registry of a short yet informative field analysis. _____________________________________ Fort Hansen, Stalwart Island 1999
Her path ceased in front of the elites, the darkest of which spoke philosophy of battle. As his French accent kissed the air it fell into Chrome's rebellious self right to question the ethics, her whimsy throwing together contradictions to please herself rather than grow with knowledge, "I believe in absolute control," she made no respect for the lecture, "Nothing evades me," thoughts passed on from a departed warmonger meant null to Chrome, stepping aside to pass the Dark Wolf and his lackeys. Predictions were for the weak. She would forge her own path through whatever fate curve balled at her. _____________________________________ The girl had been stubborn like that, convinced she could be all seeing and all knowing. Fearless would have made a huge understatement for her beliefs. As time passed, and she endured proper field experience, it began to dawn on her that all knowing was an impossible feat; and friction became a real thing. What she had just performed was a testament to her response of the ethic. If unpredictability were the cause of friction, then the way to counteract with it was with information. Know your enemy, gain control through friction, and form unpredictable circumstances for them. As the prosthetic girl had said, they didn't count on her being awake.
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Falar
Zombie Hunter
If you hold on tightly, you may lose all hope without knowing.
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Apr 19, 2011 13:15:48 GMT -5
Post by Falar on Apr 19, 2011 13:15:48 GMT -5
A burst of gunfire below followed by one of Elias's companions muffled "**** off **** f**ks," put a smile on his face as he pulled the trigger, taking another combatant, BSAA, or otherwise he didn't know or care.
The body crumpled where it had previously been running, the bullet of Elias's M1 rifle having scattered their brain when it slammed through the temple.
Turning slightly to fire at another, Elias paused as a warning popped up on the display of the laptop the woman had set up. The fully robotic tanks had detected individuals with cloaking devices. "Our usual," Elias asked as he pulled the trigger, the bullet slamming into the back of the man who had been running, likely to one of the other terminals.
Scanning for and quickly finding the tanks, Elias quickly took up scanning for the bodies the tanks had found. They were there merely for recreational use, blasting holes in walls and generally making a mess of things.
When one began to bug out slightly, as if it were fighting itself for half a second, Elias stopped his search to watch as it slammed several rounds into the other tank, warning messages popping up on the display as the malfunctioning unit killed its partner then went silent.
"Its been hacked," the woman stated as she set her rifle down to type in a few commands on the laptop. "They don't seem to realize its fully robotic, they locked the treats then just left it."
A few key strokes later and Elias watched as the invaded tank became operational once more, spinning its turret to a darkened area. Looking at the woman Elias grinned. "Playing with its program now?"
She smiled. "Mama did say Sasha likes to play with toys she shouldn't. Its set for those hidden targets now," her smile turned into a grin. "Same as usual?"
Laughing Elias spun around and emptied his mag into the area the tank was zeroing in on. In all of a few seconds it had destroyed its companion and was now looking for blood as the heavy machine gun opened up at the same time as the bullets from Elias's rifle hit the hard surfaces.
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Apr 20, 2011 1:46:39 GMT -5
Post by Le Dark Wolf on Apr 20, 2011 1:46:39 GMT -5
“Nothing evades…” There had been no discussion regarding the ‘philosophy’ of battle. Indeed this ‘Shiro’ had mentioned something. But his words were hard to recall. The French accent after all, had been quite thick. In unison, the darkly clad knights had parted. Weapons were brandished in parade formation. Had this darkened death knight lectured her? If so, it had been somewhere in the future. Not now, not… The enigmatic man had something that must have offended her. “I believe in absolute control.” She had said. The corporate dog of war warmly smiled with an air of professional neutrality. Even without the mask, there was a mask on. He declined to either agree or disagree. It was not a matter of discussion. “I would never be as foolish as to proclaim that my expertise is useful for the likes of you. I fully understand the differences that divide us.” A cigarette was produced. “Obviously, compared to you, I am but a mere mortal.” One of his soldiers offers the Frenchman a chromed lighter. The man known as Shiro politely declines. He continued with the cancer-stick in his mouth. ”Yet my mission remains, as does yours. I am to be your personal in-class instructor regarding the lessons of strategy.” “Ah, here it is. Nothing evades my all encompassing reach.” He jested with a smirk. “Anyways, I would love to let you be. But orders are orders, my lady, especially when they come from Lord Spencer himself.” [Present Time] As always, the Dark Wolf was both impressed and amused by the final product of Project Chromium. Well, near-final product, since Umbrella had to officially shut down a while back due to unforeseen circumstances. The Lord of White Umbrella couldn’t see what she had done. But he had heard it: the firing of a 105mm cannon in an obviously opposite direction from its sibling unit. Through the use of electronic warfare, a friendly fire incident had been produced. “I can see why you had challenged me so.” Not only was this Chrome a weapon of war, but also a device of surveillance and knowledge. Here was Athena, goddess in the flesh. “Nothing evades you.” Xavier commended at her in-field report. The utterance felt like an echo from another memory. He had turned from observation. For the time being, there was no further need to take in more detail. Unlike the augmented human, the Dark Wolf was still a mortal. Too much information would bog him down. Besides, there was already a strategic plan formulating in the back of his head. “There’s a V-22 Osprey unit that should be en-route.” Originally, this had been their infiltration vehicle. “It’s remotely operated by our systems, but you should be able to manually take control of it. Make sure that both Alpha and Delta maintain some air cover. And fly below the radar. I need that aircraft for later” There was no need to explain the possible presence of additional air assets. She would already know. <*> Alpha had been there on time. It was good to know that the Umbrella Security Services continued to recruit the promptly. The identification friend or foe device that Tricell used was digital, the same as White Umbrella’s. It broadcasted a jumping low frequency beacon that was nearly impossible to detect. Well, at least until ‘Delta’ obtained it. In about thirty seconds, the small chip was transferred and inserted into the wrist-mounted computer he had on. The previously hidden signal that Tricell used would be broadcasted, exponentially louder than it was meant to be. Tricell would be implicated in this battle. ”Why are you carrying a warhead?” One of Alpha had questioned. This was provided that the soldiers of White Umbrella will lived long enough to see it. “It’s for good luck.” Delta responded wryly. Irony invited the combat laws of Murphy unfortunately, as several 105mm tank rounds smashed into the recreational buildings they hide behind. Jill’s sandwich shop was crushed. The force of impact had knocked the commando to the ground. Since they were indeed tank rounds, there was no need for a direct hit. The kinetic energy of such a weapon would literally split people into two. Its result was rather evident, as one of Alpha literally disappeared. Raw firepower had brought Eric down upon the cold pavement. Force of will by the hands of a comrade would see to it that Alpha’s squad leader was not killed. Delta jettisoned a white phosphorus-based smoke grenade. He then begins to drag the Alpha man to safety. It was thankful that their rendezvous point had been in the middle of a complete recreational plaza. The smoke screen it produced was heat oriented. This would not only obstruct vision, but digital imaging, especially that of the thermal kind, as well. Bullets came for them, but by then they were blind. Only a ‘friendly-fire’ incident gave the Umbrella soldiers any moment of relief…an extremely brief one. “We best keep moving.” Delta had nothing more to say. It was one thing to be pinned by machinegun fire, quite another thing to be shot by a smoothbore cannon.
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Apr 20, 2011 7:38:12 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Apr 20, 2011 7:38:12 GMT -5
A blast from one of the tanks shot a round into the building, it thrown eric to the ground in a fierious violent way. He looked and saw a head infront of his face, judging by features it was Damian. feet scattered away, maybe heading for cover. Then Delta had dragged him into the building with the rest. Eric looked up at Delta. "Best keep moving" said Delta.The sounds of chain gun was sounded off. it wouldn't be long before they put a few salvos into the plaza to just so they can fit right in. Sh*te He was starting to get a headache and something was running down his ears. He didn't dear to waste time to remove his mask and check. Eric's best bet was a concusion.
He got up and started to move, Alpha was already a step ahead, clearing the room as they went. They didn't need Order's from Eric, they knew the situation. He followed Delta and his team straight down and made a left. He looked around and they all saw charred remains everywhere. He didn't let that distract him one bit. "Head for the bloody service tunnel, you damn yanks!" He ordered them. One might say his english accent might of tipped off that he was in no mood for failiure. Annabel and Jeff hadn't taken the shields off their backs. It was good that they didn't, it wouldn't made any sence. Jericho looked over at Eric. "Are you alright?" He asked him as they kept running through the service tunnel into the next huge plaza center. "Shut it and move your arse, Jericho!"
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Apr 21, 2011 15:04:23 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 21, 2011 15:04:23 GMT -5
The massive airship came within sight of the airport. The soldiers watched out of the port windows down below at the inferno that had once been the tarmac of the airport. They watched with mad gleams in their eyes, longing to be below, to be in the fray that was ongoing.
As the ship was within 150 yards of the airport, spot lights illuminated the ground of the airport. The ship began to slow down from it's top speed as the engines began to churn to a stop.
Ander stood amongst the crew as he turned on the main intercom of the ship to address the complete body of troops and men.
"I never thought soldiers were essential...however they do have their uses..." Ander started. "Prepare for a chance of a lifetime, a shining new era is approaching for us. And you, the brave shall be rewarded when I am given my proper reception."
A cheer echoed throughout the ship.
"Silence!" Ander shouted. "Before celebration, we must complete one small task....there is a man down there that slighted me....that scorned my work....we must show him the error of his ways. Meticulous planning has brought us to this crossroads, my friends....and I will be seen for the wonder that I am!" *****************************************************************************
A001 continued to lay down fire on the soldiers with it's rifle as it rushed towards them. The security detail were panicking from the speed displayed by the creature. As it mowed over the troops with the greatest of ease, the General AI noticed that someone had looked in on it's broadcast. The computer program began to run a trace of the source of the onlooker as the Tyrant battled the soldiers in it's way. ************************************************************
"Doctor Ander, the AI....it is behaving strangely." one of the crewman announced.
"What?" Ander asked, as he came over to the terminal.
"It seems to be running a trace on an unidentified signal. Someone looked in on our communication with Final Wave Trooper Alpha 001." the crewman continued, as he typed frantically on the keypad. "I am unable to view the trace or see where it leads....I cannot even stop it."
"Let it run.....if the General wishes to make it known what it has found...then it will." Ander shrugged, not really caring at the time what his computer program was doing. "Is it affecting the trooper at all?"
"No sir....not that we can see...but the communications lines are being opened with the outside....I think the AI is trying to get who ever traced the signal in contact with us..."
"Hmm....let it continue....maybe there can be a gain from it."
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Apr 21, 2011 16:48:30 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 21, 2011 16:48:30 GMT -5
"Understood," Chrome complied. Orders were set; a dip in tone suggested Shiro was done speaking with her, that it was time to move out. Until the Osprey arrived she would be free to engage any threats littering the theatre, ambitions were made with a target in mind. While heading aimlessly down the corridor Chrome soaked up any more Intel available; a map of the airport, compass, and active radar, uploading everything to her HUD. A direction toward the Tyrant had been plotted, 312.5 metres out. Cloaking, the prosthetic girl pushed her way out of the study facility. Smells of war met her olfactory filters spurring adrenalin, combat hype already rising inside for finally being given the privilege to act on the battlefield again. Anything unfortunate enough to be in the dark maiden's path suffered a quick yet painful death. Refusing to use firearms, Chrome stuck with her combat knife under the cover of optical camouflage, gutting B.S.A.A. and foreign soldiers alike. Only a glimmer of optics flashed as she passed through another group, vorpal blade opening series of wounds. An air conditioning unit crumbled beneath her feat, falling to the ground after acting as a stepping stone in her ascent, launching towards the roof of a terminal. A sense of weightlessness engulfed the girl in the brief moment she passed the edge; heels clapped against concrete on landing, cloak disengaging as she proceeded across the rooftop. Unbridled chaos encompassed space outside of the terminal. Tyrant, unit A001, dispatched everything without a drip of prejudice; indication that no natural mind of an individual existed within the hulking shell. As she waited patiently for It to annihilate everything within range an echo in her optics rebounded, snagging on one of her ICE barriers. ID matched her scan from only minutes ago; the Tyrant. It had traced her in such an abhorrent manner, searching for her intently, Chrome could have sworn it wanted her to crush its operations from the inside out. So much for robotic chivalry, the maiden locked numerous primary protocols and erased parametres. It had garnered the attention it wanted, now it would perish. Twin G18's in hand, full auto, 32 round extensions. The augmented human leaped from the terminal rooftop, her weight brought the B.O.W. down as her feet slammed into its shoulders riding it to the ground. Muzzles of both G18s dug into its back, opening fire without the mercy of ceasing until they clicked dry. A wind cascaded through the port as the black clouds split from a behemoth shadow; dozens of industrial lights bleached random locations from the blimp as it inched to a stop, hovering over the battlefield. No doubt whoever commandeered it had the most promising view of that conspired across the landscape below. Hair whipped her face as the prosthetic girl stood atop the Tyrant, looking towards the blimp, bathing in the illumination of a spotlight. The connection the Tyrant had come in contact with stemmed from the airship itself. Chrome opened a direct channel sending a single worded message to the master and commander of the fleet... <SURRENDER>_____________________________________ 1999
"But orders are orders, my lady, especially when they come from Lord Spencer himself." Face scrunched in malcontent. Particular ire always surfaced when an obligation was made; Chrome felt like a child under parental scrutiny, forced to play with those she did not want to. There was no point keeping her back to him any longer, "I guess I'm really that difficult," taking only a step before stopping again. She were reveling in juvenile success, blind to wonder what this corporate soldier could possibly offer in her growth. "Strategy," arms crossed, "I'm betting that means I have to work in a group, huh," dropping the sentence in a typical unimpressed vein. Chrome trusted that the Frenchman could teach her rules of engagement, only in spite that Lord Spencer had asked, and that it were unlikely anyone else could fill those boots because of it.
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Apr 22, 2011 17:03:39 GMT -5
Post by Le Dark Wolf on Apr 22, 2011 17:03:39 GMT -5
“Head for that bloody service tunnel, ya damn yanks!”
Shouldering his Germanic assault rifle once more, Delta brings up the rear of Alpha team. The Umbrella Security Services team maintained their combat discipline. Overwatch was kept, as two by two; the corporate commandos make their way towards escape. The service tunnels for the most part were damp. Metallic pipes and other obstructions were cluttered all about them. Rodents, insects, and other pestilences parted way in their presence. But for now, they were safe.
“We’re blind.” After what seemed like a tense eternity, Delta had decided to break the near omnipotent silence. He had his cloaking system switched off to conserve what remained of its battery. Darkness bathed him. Only his blue-hued goggles and the display from his forearm mounted personal computer hinted at the squad leader’s eerie existence. “The global positioning and tracking platforms we operate on cannot guide us down here.” It was assumed that the rest of Alpha knew this as well. But just to be on the same page, he redundantly repeated the information.
“I think this service tunnel is linked to a rail system. I believe that will allow us to extract from one of the terminals. In any case, we still have to deal with that goddamn tank. Our best bet is to flank them and avoid the MBT.”
It wasn’t much of a plan, but as of this second, the team was outgunned.
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Apr 23, 2011 7:15:45 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 23, 2011 7:15:45 GMT -5
"Doctor-" one of the crewman called, as Ander cut him off.
"I can see it....and I hear the message." Ander chuckled. "So...I must surrender." he mused, as he walked back over to his seat.
"Sir?"
"Shut up...." Ander growled, as he continued to think. He had no real concern for himself, his men, the ship, all that really matter was the point he was trying to make.
"That girl....." he continued to himself, as he looked at the view screen at the girl below. "I remember her...." he mused, as he stared at her standing victoriously over A001. He could remember some one speaking of an enhanced human project Umbrella had been working on. He personally felt it was foolish and halfhearted: why create superior humans? The BOWs would serve total purpose on the battlefield. No longer would humans have to fight their own battles...
But this girl....who had managed to tackle a Tyrant to the ground.....
"Change battle parameters." Ander ordered.
"Doctor-"
"Back to Primary/Secondary Target mode. Primary target remains the same.....secondary is that girl....show her what the meaning of terror is." **************************************************************************
As A001 lay on the ground, looking up at the feet of the woman standing over it, it received the transmission from the AI. The massive creature reached it's powerful arm out and grabbed ahold of the leg of the girl. With the grip, the Tyrant slammed her down to the ground, off of the top of it.
A001 regained a standing position, tossing aside it's AK and assumed a hand to hand combat stance. As the girl lay on the ground, A001 went to deliver a blow directly to the skull of the girl.
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Apr 23, 2011 22:04:01 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Apr 23, 2011 22:04:01 GMT -5
Eric looked over at Delta. "witch is why rail way system is our best shot," He spoke out. His mask was newer then Eric's, he had only had his mask for the purpose that he could customise it with anything high-tech, such as the Cross-Com's built in to show friendly or foe with linked to the FFS. "There will be less of a chance to be caught by them tank's unless we don't move now." Annabel looked over at Eric and Delta leader. "Are we getting back to Hunter Bravo?" "We have to get topside. Comms are sh*te down here. We don't know if Shiro's guards are in a fire fight, so in other words, yes. Take point" As he ordered her to she didn't hesatate to follow and she led the way as Jeff followed along with Eric and Delta and Jericho, taking the rear. This turned out to be one hellovaday for Eric. He looked back at Delta. "What were you doing before we contacted you?" He asked knowing that Delta would had been gladly doing other things besides chased down and shot at by artillery tanks. Eric, on the other hand, was already enjoying shooting crazy Russians and being knocked out by debrie, it was one hell of a job for the White Division and also a highlight of the day.
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Apr 28, 2011 11:47:57 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 28, 2011 11:47:57 GMT -5
Wireless connections were snapped when the Tyrant recovered, running on older protocols. Its vice like grip clamped down on Chrome's ankle, picking her up and tossing her to the ground. Before the prosthetic girl knew it, a mammoth fist jetted in her direction threatening to collide with her head; a small crater forming on the ground from impact.
Head resting just beside the destructive hand. A fleeting moment passed before an ear splitting hiss filled the air around the two monsters, then the sound of air pressure launched A001 across the causeway as Chrome's retaliation came into act dropping it onto a lifeless Cessna; augmented jab having landing into its stomach.
Her arm looked out of sync with the rest of her body, appearing twice as large as it had before; the enhanced strength application to her muscles ceased and it returned to normal, hissing steam escaped from several vent points up her triceps.
A look of death embellished the prosthetic girl's features; surrender were no longer an option. She would be the destroyer. First the Tyrant, then the airship along with everything relating to it. Chrome equipped the Kalashnikov A001 had discarded moments ago, HUD indicator displaying several dozen rounds still remained in the drum. A desire for humiliation resided within her, approving the concept of taking your enemy's arm before beating them to death with it.
Chrome paused halfway across the airstrip, sizing up her distance away from the bent Cessna and Tyrant. Her HUD locked onto a fuel source and opened fire, blaze and smoke sucking in oxygen as the plane went up in flames; the dark maiden continued to fire into the inferno wasting no bullets until the Kalash finally ran dry, tossing the assault rifle to the ground.
Standing in the golden glow, threat tracers activating in case A001 had still refused to die. A beacon chimed in on Chrome's radar; the Osprey had finally arrived and was flying into range. The burning Cessna foreshadowed the event of what she would do to the airship, the absolute fire of defeat it would shine across the theater of war.
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Airport
Apr 29, 2011 8:14:19 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 29, 2011 8:14:19 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." Ander said with wonder, watching the girl's fist power punch A001 across the airstrip. "Synthetics....oh how boring." he chuckled, as he watched on in wonder and amazement from the airship. ****************************************************************************
A001's body flew through the air, it's feet touching the ground first and then it's body tumbled in a rolling fashion down the airstrip. The Tyrant regained it's footing and looked back down at the girl, it's cold eyes staring back with no emotion or sign of any form of injury. As it braced itself to speed back towards the girl, bullets ripped through the air, hitting the fuel supply of a nearby Cessna, causing the plane to explode in a fire ball.
Just as the explosion rang out, A001 bolted down the strip, it's fist in an arching motion to connect with the girl. It ran just barely a head of the fire behind it.
Kill her....kill her. The AI continued to command. Kill....destroy..
A001 ran down the strip with wrath and anger in it's fist. The silent warrior was going to bring down the hammer into the chest of the synthetic before it, and then it's secondary target.
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Airport
Apr 29, 2011 11:37:47 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 29, 2011 11:37:47 GMT -5
Alarms blinked picking up movement as the Tyrant burst out from the fiery inferno barreling towards Chrome. The threat tracer had made good work; A001 could move dangerously fast meaning the prosthetic maiden had to gather as much reaction speed as possible. Once more the jet powered behemoth of a fist glided towards her.
As the B.O.W. charged an odd synaptic echo followed it, creating transparent copies of itself on Chrome's HUD as the packets of data skated about the place. Times had changed, she knew that; it meant that her theory would most like be completely true. Only a couple of times before her cold sleep had she experienced the sensation; both of them were to do with Artificial Intelligence. Something so unique in the self-aware programming.
Dodging the incoming blow were simple, dropping to the side at the right time so A001 couldn't switch its hay-maker arc, perception left wide open for a counter attack leaning away from a return swing. Chrome out maneuvered a third attack, stepping around the Tyrant and slamming her fist into its back.
Keeping up the simple fight was all she wanted for the moment, the dark maiden was more interested in what resided inside this beast. Several minutes ago it had run on the basic objective of 'Kill'; now there was something else backing it, an anger; like a silent voice whispering into its ear. Chrome hadn't met it the first time; she hadn't dug deep enough.
<Who are you.> connection resonating with her demand, an ongoing war with both their physical and electronic states. In order to kill A001, the AI would have to die first.
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