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Post by Kan on Nov 29, 2010 18:01:12 GMT -5
OOC: I'll try and get something out tonight or tomorrow, sorry for the wait.
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Aug 13, 2011 20:56:42 GMT -5
(I'm gonna assume this thread is dead and retract my character.)
Somehow, in the chaos that ensued, Trenton manages to make it onto the helipad. "I called in a favor, so you owe me big for this. Your pilot is an ex-USS now commercial pilot and he's agreed to pick you up. This is a one time thing. He wants that to be made perfectly clear." the voice in his ear spoke quickly. Trenton could see the aircraft approaching. Silently he thanked the weather for clearing up just enough to allow the pilot entrance. While the helicopter looked like it'd be designed to take on tough weather, Trenton could tell even from his distance that the pilot was nervous to be flying in the arctic storm. "You better be there, this storm looks like it's gonna start back up any minute." the pilots voice echoed through his headset. "I'm here, no cargo, and favorable conditions." Trenton replied as he checked his surroundings. The trip to the heliport had been a nightmare, but the heliport itself was clean. The same could not be said of Trenton's uniform. The blood, slime, ashes and combination of everything else inside the facility had turned his uniform into next weeks bonfire. "I need a shower." Trenton said out loud as the helicopter cleared the outer fence. The comment gained a laugh from both the pilot and his sister. "We'll take care of that when you get home." His sister replied. Trenton smiled as he thought about it. Most of Umbrella had gone into prison, hiding or working to correct their mistakes. Trenton would be joining his siter in hiding for the first time in decades.
(Trenton is now MIA)
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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 4, 2013 18:41:36 GMT -5
Blazing tongues of flame lashed at the inside of Jonathan's skull. His vision was blurry, every sound seemed to ring on and on for eternity. His migranes had become worse and worse since he was captured a few weeks ago. He didnt even know what really happened the day he was caught. He only remembered that he didn't let them get their hands on Skar, his tyrant sidekick that acted nearly as an extension of his very own body. But wherever they had taken him he was far out of range for his partner to recieve any orders.
Skar and Jonathan communicated with each other via a chip that was implanted in the each of them. It relayed every action of mental capability like a remote control. If Jonathan wanted Skar to raise his right arm he only had to will it so and it happened. The chips they shared were originally designed to send those very same controlling signals into the weak minds of walkers and allow a hivemind-like control network with the undead. Someone at this facility knew about this technology that Jonathan was sure he and Skar elimiated, apparently the good doctor had friends that neither of them knew about.
Jonathan had been subjected to tests day after day, hour after hour. His migraines had become constant and from within the confines of his cell he was no longer sure if it was night or day. The very act of trying to put any lines of thought together caused him crippling pain.
"LET ME THE F**K OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!"
The roar seemed to come from all the walls around the cell before Jonathan realized through the pain that his alter ego had taken over again. To one ego the pain was crippling, entirely disabling. To the other it caused a primal beast to surface, rage oozed from every pore as he fought and flailed against the pain. Clawing at his own flesh, pulling at his own hair, beating the walls until they bled. Or was it his blood on the walls. It was irrelevant to him the rage spell continued as the pain crescendoed.
Darkness finally engulfed Jonathan. The blackout was welcomed a release from the pain. But somewhere within him it was frieghtening, he never knew for sure what he would wakeup having done do him next.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 4, 2013 22:32:35 GMT -5
Sirens filled the air of the sub-terainian facility. Staff were running for their lives but had no-where to go causing the to trample over one another. The chaos seemed to cause more damage than the escaped BOW's were inflicting. What had happened. Did they break free? Their were too many for that. Perhaps a double agent had released the locks. At the moment Aiden didn't care. He was finally out from under the thumb of the agency and was now doing all he could to right the wrongs he had been forced to commit. In his arms were a mess of keycards. He tried not to drop any as he stumbled down into the testing cells. Unlocking the first he found former co-workers who were locked away for refusing to work. They were all stronger than he was and he could see it in their eyes as he opened the cell.
"Grab some cards. Get these guys out of here." The all nodded running up to each take a handfull before heading in all directions. Anderson was the last to come up to him and took all but one. It was thick, red with striped edges. Being stuck with card may as well be a death sentence.
"You were weak." Anderson stated. "Go and answer for your crimes. He'll deside your fate." The doctor then leaving Aiden gripped the keycard tightly as his body shivered. Exiting the cell he headed to the plain looking wall. Not many knew about the secrets kept behind the secrets but he did. You'ld think with a name like 'Godfire' he would have more courage and guile. Finding the hidden crack he slid the card in and the wall opened up into a opening the size of a phone box. Going in the wall shut close and the elevator begun to descend.
Four floors down, the doors opened into an empty white hallway leading up to a single cell. Finding the computer panel he de-activated the security system and began his approach. His feet echoed with the rythm of his chest. Suddonly he found himself at the thick metal door not knowing how he arrived. Exhaling he swiped the card and entered the code to unlock the door. As it began to slowly open he secretly wished he wasn't still wearing his lab coat. But as Anderson said. He had to answer for his crimes.
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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 5, 2013 11:42:09 GMT -5
~DOWEEEH~ ~DOWEEEH~ ~DOWEEEH~
The sound of the alarms was faint from within the confines of Jonathan's holding cell, but it was enough to slowly wake him. He was groggy and his mind was still in a fog from his last headache. His body ached and stung with pain from his fit of rage. Putting his weight against the wall he got himself to his feet and with bloodshot eyes he looked around the ceiling of the wall as if he could see the carnage going on in the facilities above. Faint whirring and clicking noises could be heard outside his cell.
Normally Jonathan was calm and collected, it was his alternate self that was outgoing and usually angry. He willed that side of himself to come forth. He would need his strength for what came next. Jonathan wasn't sure if it would be a kill team mopping up the experiments in the lab, or a team coming to evacuate him due to whatever was going on above. But if the facilities alarms were going of it couldnt be good. He ran a hand through his short hair, it still felt awkward to not have his long dark hair as usual. Jonathan pressed himself up against the wall next to the sliding metal door.
When the door began to pull away from its frame Jonathan held his breath and didn't move a muscle. For a moment nothing happened, no execution team storming in on him, no gas or concussion grenades, no military escorts. Until one lone scientist stepped through the threshold. Fire boiled within Jonathan, this was one of the men who had been using him as a needle cushion, as a lab rat. Like a wild animal he pounced on the man. He went straight for the throat, crushing his windpipe between the vice-like grip of his busted and bruised hands.
The scientist was slow on the uptake he didn't even realize he was under attack until Jonathan had him on the floor. He gasped for air but found none. Jonathan was relentless however, he struck the man's face repeatedly. Blood began running down the man's face from the attacks before Jonathan began trying to take control of himself again. His darker side used the last remaining second he had to grab the scientist by the head and force him to look into Jonathan's blue eyes. He spoke with a growl in his voice, and every word laced with hatred like poison.
"You shouldn't have come here. This is your fault. You and all your lab coat buddies. I'll make you all suffer."
He then slammed the man's head against the hard floor. With a clapping like thud the man lost consciousness. Jonathan had a way out now. But he couldnt be running around in his prison-like outfit and expect to make it all the way out. He switched clothes with the man on the floor. When he finished dressing he looked at the name tag on the lab coat. 'Godfire.' He smirked. It somehow seemed appropriate.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 5, 2013 20:21:39 GMT -5
Godfire began to feel light headed. He wasn't even fighting back. Just letting the prisoner dish out his vengance felt right. Hitting his head to the floor he felt a filling break loose causing his mouth to fill with blood. In his mind he know that he was going to make things worse by fighting back. Johnathan was a hunter. The thrill would leave him if their was no game to fuel his rage. Coughing up some blood he looked to him with one open eye as the other began swelling. "You can do what you will but these doors have codes. I don't suppose you have level 7 clearance have you?" He then looked at the blast doors that lead to the lift. "Without me, you die slowly from starvation or get ripped to shreds by creatures you can't controll. They do have weaknesses though. And I should know."
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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 6, 2013 10:17:12 GMT -5
Jonathan was about to leave the cell and head for the elevator when a voice crackled to life behind him. Turning around and looking down on the fetal position man on the floor he could hardly believe he was still conscious. A split second of rage coursed up his spine as his alter ego wanted to rip him limb from limb. But he fought the urge down, because however much he hated it Godfire had a point. Although he did have a moment of confusion. What did he mean that he had no control over the creatures? The only reason he thought anyone would have any interest in him was because of the chip implanted in his skull. He thought they were trying to fix it, alter it, make if function to its original specifications and not the two-way radio it ended up being. He thought they wanted to use him as a tool to command the BOWs and Tyrants. What else had they been doing to him that he couldn't make out between the migraines. He needed to find out.
"Your right. Get dressed." He pointed to the pile of prisoner clothing he had just shed. "Your coming with me, try anything to turn on me or get away and make no doubt I will break you in more ways than you can imagine." He waited for him to prepare himself and get to his feet before cornering him. His realization before was bothering him now. "Before we go any farther I need to know what it is that you all been doing to me anyway?"
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 6, 2013 18:05:09 GMT -5
Broken and tired he began taking Jonathans orders. Even changing cloths hurt after the motions aggrivated his fresh bruising. "Your control BOW....it was never the true reason for your experimentation. Out of fifty your brain was the only one that fused with the chip. The creature your alter ego controlls is just a dummy program to test your abilities. After seeing the flaws in your operations we were making adujstments so the chip would be 100% operational for when we introduced you to your true BOW partner. One that is so enraged and unpredictable only a person such as yourself might be able to merge with it." Suddenly they heard crashes and explosions from the floor above causing the lights to flicker.
"We're unsure how but that power is now loose and destroying everything in site. You may not want to accept certain facts but us scientists were as much prisoners as you were. Forced to work under the fear of death or experimentation. However know I see this was no excuse for my participation." The doctor had to catch his breath for a moment. "Escaping isn't as easy as reaching the surface however. The lab up top is surrounded by an invisable fence. If you, me, or anyone not in an administrative position tries to leave, we will die instantly. All of us have chips in our body. Not just you. It detects our vitals. tracks our movements and if we try and leave it releases a deadly poinson into the body," Godfire finally finished dressing and began heading for the door.
"A team is schedualed to land here today. I'll get you to the surface so you can warn them. Maybe they can send for help, maybe not. But they'll have resources and hopefully functioning communication hardware." Godfire finished punching in the code that opened the lift doors. "I'll get you to a secret elevator heading to the northern complex next to the helipad. I'm going to have to stay down here and search for a way to de-activate the self destruct program in each of our chips so we can finally leave."
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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 7, 2013 13:42:40 GMT -5
The two boarded the elevator. And it began its ascent into chaos. Jonathan took in all that he could, and all that he cared to take in.
"So your saying that I was being tweaked to control only one of the things running loose up there? What was your plan for the rest of them? This chips original functi..." He cut himself short. If they weren't making him control masses of BOWs, Tyrants, or infected then they didn't understand the chips true purpose. Meaning that they had only collected their intel from observation. His original thoughts that someone knew the creator of the chip where flushed down the drain. They could have been turning him into their salvation all this time but instead he was still as vulnerable to other BOWs as the rest of them. Well not AS vulnerable, echoed his alter ego from somewhere in his skull. He could still control the big one, and he probably knew how to fight against such creatures better than the techies.
Jonathan needed to make sure that Godfire was successful in deactivating the tracking chips within everyone. Once he was free, he planned to get a hold of the BOW he mentioned, execute a bit of revenge than high tail it. He didnt plan on sticking around. Skar was still out there somewhere, alone. And he still had things he needed to take care of. He wasn't about to die with everyone else in the facility.
"Lets get this straight right, real quick doc! You dont seem to like me much, and I for damn sure dont like you. But for right now we need each other. Get me a weapon, get me a BOW to control, I dont care which. Then point me in the right direction and I'll make sure that you get to turn off the self destruct on these chips. Simple enough?"
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 18, 2013 17:20:42 GMT -5
OOC: Chainsaws team has entered ABRAM Labs airspace via stealth chopper
Giddeon was now completely covered head to toe in two layers. Not only was it cold but they were elevated making it worse though he was flying as low as he could do to high winds. He tapped on the mouthpiece of the helmet. "We're approaching ABRAM labs, EAT 10 minutes. Start getting suited up."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Mar 18, 2013 23:39:58 GMT -5
John nodded and started to put on his arctic clothing. His thermal body suit that he had on would protect everything but his head from the cold. All he had to do was put on arctic grade combat boots, arctic combat fatigues, arctic combat gloves and a wool cap. He had woke about 30 minutes before, putting on the rest of the body suit. It was a skin tight, wet suit looking, full body suit that didnt just cover the legs, arms and torso, but also the neck, hands and feet. not only did it keep his body temperature at a healthy level no mater how cold it was, but also allowed him to swim in arctic waters for short periods of time in comfort. It also allowed full body movement and felt like a second skin. when he had finished putting on the rest of his clothes he went up to the cockpit and sat in the copilot chair. he looked at Giddeon, "have we had any communications from the base yet?"
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 21, 2013 1:34:14 GMT -5
fuchikoma1993 your next to post
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 23, 2013 18:20:38 GMT -5
OOC: fuchikoma1993....what did you just do? I'm really confused here
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Mar 23, 2013 21:02:02 GMT -5
OOC: your not the only one Jazz. Fuchikoma1993, mind explaining.
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Post by fuchikoma1993 on Mar 26, 2013 14:44:09 GMT -5
godfire got dressed and ready early despite the fact that they were not at the base yet
he held the door handle on the off chance his gut feeling was right (if there's trouble a-foot not towards them) as in if there is trouble in the base he's ready to be out of the chopper first and play point man
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