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Post by Mikey on Apr 10, 2011 4:40:49 GMT -5
When Aya took back command, everything seemed to go smoother than they had been. As soon as she told him what to do, he turned to Nancy and spoke loudly enough for her to hear him over the gunfire. He told her to hold onto the strap of his pack, to not let go for anything, and to stay as close as she could to him.
As Aya had predicted, he could hear her panic when he started to exit cover with her in tow, right into the gunfire. She screamed out for a few moments, and suddenly stopped when she realized that nothing was happening to her. Tyson did as directed, went the direction of the door they were heading through, and before long they were inside the hallway. The door trapped, they got a bit of breathing room.
She laid out a bit of a plan, which was pretty much ‘move forward’ with more words, but it was good enough for him. He silently mused on the fact that if Matt had said the same thing, Tyson would have said something to the effect of ‘that’s it‘? But, the next part of what she said worried him a bit…
"I think that door might have been an emergency exit. Security would know which direction we're headed. So far we've hit grunts and riot guards. Medusa'll have a procedure for an assault on the facility, there's bound to be more up their sleeve." She said. He took a look at her.
“When you say ‘up their sleeve’, do you mean… What, bio weapons? The kind of people you dealt with at the hotel? Giant robots, what?” He said. Nothing surprised him anymore…
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Post by .Merios on Apr 14, 2011 1:13:37 GMT -5
Matthew let loose another grenade, hanging back and dipping into the crowd of the friendly forces sweeping around left. Within seconds, explosions rocked the balcony and the pillars supporting it buckled, dropping it in such a cinematic way that a smirk played over Matthew's lips. Aya and Tyson moved into the doorway as he followed suit, leading a small group of Abdul's men into the meeting room and across the way, breaking past the door at the end and seeing Aya already moving forward. Tyson was ahead, standing still with Nancy and speaking to Aya. Matthew paid no heed, it wasn't his conversation.
"Odds are, they've got traps laid out ahead."
Matthew moved past Aya, swinging his rifle around and turning the corner to the right, peeking out before stepping out onto the carpet. He a few moments to collect himself and relieve some stress, popping his neck to the side as he headed towards the set of wooden double-doors at the end of the hallway. As he let his rifle swing to his side, he felt something thin and light press against his right ankle.
Wire. Damnit.
Within moments, electricity coursed through his body. His eyes grew wide and he dropped back onto the ground, twitching as his vision grew dim and blurry, a set command prompt began falling down the periphery of his vision, pain starting to fade away as the blurriness subsided. Matthew shook his head, coughing a bit as he scooted back a bit, pulling his right knee to his chest and breathing heavily.
"T..Traps. D..Designed.."
Shaking his head one last time, Matthew moved against the wall, propping himself up on one of Abdul's men as they moved close, another soldier dipping down and disarming the trip wire and setting it aside.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 14, 2011 5:28:48 GMT -5
Simply giving Tyson a fleeting glance of discomfort, Aya answered his question. Everything he brainstormed up was on her mind. Her expression were enough warning to let Mr.Big understand how careful he needed to be with Nancy.
All of the corridor flashed an angelical blue, a hum of fluctuating electricity sounding harsh to everyone in the immediate vicinity. Matthew had returned to his feet, keeping away from the conduit once Aya reached him, "I'd say you jinxed yourself there, brother," helping him stand upright, looking into his eyes, "Seems like your chip has a surge switch. Killed itself before the power fried it," streams of code, normal dilation, everything was there. If Matt was not more than human, they would likely have had a body on their hands, "Keep him supported 'til he's right to walk," Aya asked Paul, already keeping the semiconductor on his feet.
"Disarmed."
Once the other soldier called the trap was dealt with, Aya aimed for the doors. "Watch for anything hazardous. Call out even if it seems insignificant. Eyes on the floor and ceiling," her fingers wrapped around the golden orb door handle, "Stack up."
Fields of desks filled a broad office block; very much open leaving anything susceptible to ambush. Aya didn't stop moving because of this, leading through centre stage towards glass walls of executive offices opposite them. Every terminal in the room displayed flashing red text reading 'Evacuate' in bold, red capitals. A faint, peaceful voice heard playing over public announce.
"Warning. Base under attack. All employees please follow supplied evacuation procedures."
It then went on to repeat itself in Arabic, German, and French. Further up the rows a worker could be spotted, piles of cluttered paper held tight to his chest. Once he spotted the foreign unit heading in, all of the documents splashed to the floor as he turned to hightail in the opposite direction.
Whatever he held so much care for was strewed everywhere; Aya plucked one by random, reading it as a memo labeled with 'High Priority'. A bunch of items designated in letters and numbers with dates and times for where they were being shipped, "Seems a bit primitive keeping this on paper," she approached the terminal he had been sitting at, hitting several keys in attempt to access it, "Huh. All of the PC's are disconnected from the server. Medusa knows how to lock the place down."
Once the worker left via an emergency exit all the doors of the office block could be hear locking in sequence, blast shutters lowering over them, "This way," Aya lead the group over to a pair of elevators. No shutters had closed over them, she assumed it were due to the heavy chrome sliding panels being equally as strong.
Creaks wailed from resistance as Aya pulled them open, speaking while holding her breath, "Sure hopes this leads somewhere helpful," they still lacked a general map of the place, no floor descriptions were posted beside the elevators either.
"C'mon folks. Going down," in the orange light of the shaft she could spot another three doors, all a fair distance from each other. The elevator itself remained all the way down the bottom. Aya jumped out, grabbing hold of the cables and zipping down into the dim light.
Hopping into the dormant elevator through its roof hatch, the girl humored herself thumbing a button to open the doors. To her surprised control still remained and they slid aside.
"Research and Development sector."
A voice from the elevator chimed letting her know what level they were on. Aya stepped into a polished lobby, several other chrome doors were among the one she existed; it must have been some sort of hub for movement between levels. The place as a whole was quite tall, the ceiling well above Aya's head, but narrow in design; giant marble pillars stood, likely for nothing other than cosmetic reasons, and a certain Victorian vibe gave off from the intricate architecture, "Way's clear, come on through."
"Intruders detected."
In comparison to the quaint elevator voice heard moments ago, this new recording sounded deep and foreboding, like they really shouldn't be there.
"Initializing defenses."
Six circular panels in the roof rotated 90 degrees clockwise, cylinders lowering half a metre to let liquid nitrogen mist drift out of the cracks. Eventually they each dropped from the ceiling, cracking the marble floor on landing; an opening from each pod popped off and hulking silhouettes slowly stepped out in the misty, white light, "Contact!"
A thick veil of mist blanketed the lobby. All Aya could make out were throaty clicks, changing in pitch now and again, a warbling growl resounding from an unknown direction.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 15, 2011 5:08:13 GMT -5
Tyson answered Aya’s look with one of his own. While hers told him “all of the above“, his told her “f**kin’ great…”. And then the look he gave Matt when he disarmed one of the booby traps the hard way said “smooth move”. Funny how so much could be said without using words…
They breeched the next room, watched the office jockey **** himself and run away, and Aya took a look at the computers. Tyson stuck to something a bit more familiar, bending down to take a look at some of the papers. This and that, some of it looked important. All of it had to be important, if this guy was hanging back to save it. Shrugging as he gathered them all up, he folded the stack once and slipped it into the bag on the back of his belt. Who knew, could be important. She led them around again, this time to an elevator that was stuck at the bottom. Hmm…
Turning to look at Nancy and some of the men who were still with them, he pointed at the only non-combatant of their group and two of the men.
“You three, wait here.” He said. The men nodded and ushered Nancy to a wall that would provide cover should a group of a**holes come the way they had come. He grabbed the cable in the middle of the shaft, slid down with a fair amount of ease, and dropped into the car next to Aya. The computerized voice told them what level they were on, and he hesitated for a moment.
“That cant be…” He said, cut off when it chimed in again. It’s tone changed to let them know they shouldn’t be around, and just as Tyson was about to tell a disembodied computerized voice to f**k off, it told them about defense measures.
He heard the noises, knew that they were familiar. They sounded like Hunters, clawed frog f**kers who were more trouble than they were worth. They were also, in his experience, the only monsters who stuck to the programming they were given. And that programming was something akin to ‘decapitate those motherf**kers’.
“Contact!” Aya yelled, and Tyson did what he usually did when he couldn’t see an enemy. He shot. In this case, the white fog served as a good enough indicator of where to fire. Maybe they’d get lucky and have the cryo tanks contain unstable chemicals, let a few small explosions do some of their work. So far, nothing, but he had about a hundred and seventy more tries on his belt.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 16, 2011 13:00:05 GMT -5
Matthew stayed back like a good foot soldier, slinking in with the rest of the expendable men Abdul brought with him. He watched as Tyson and Aya blew through the cubicle jungle, scaring the holy hell out of an office worker who spilled his load of documents onto the carpeted floor. Spying Aya plucking one up, Matthew moved past the men, his right hand floating to his Mateba and grasping it, lugging the handcannon up and resting it on his right shoulder blade.
"Seems a bit primitive keeping this on paper."
Matthew smirked, thinking to himself for a moment before mumbling,"or ingenious..."
Listening to Aya, Matthew eyed Tyson as he pilfered the parchment, stuffing it into his bag and following Aya as she rushed down a nearby hallway towards a set of steel elevator doors. Matthew shrugged, casually walking towards the two, rapping his few free fingers on the chassis of the Unica 6 resting on his bicep. Nearing the two, he watched as Aya leaped into the elevator, disappearing out of sight. Soon the large soldier did the same. Odd. With a sigh, he slipped the Mateba into it's holster and jogged towards the elevator, stopping at the doors. Poking his head in, he listened. Some sort of commotion.
Taking a step back, he muttered something to himself before launching himself out of the doors and into the shaft, his right hand grasping the steel cord and holding onto it as he slid down the length, landing on the heavy roof of the elevator with a thud. Matthew moved to let go, kneeling down and grasping the edge of it, ducking his head down into the opening and looking in just as Tyson squeezed off a few shots into a mist. Fun. Taking a note from a women he met in Jersey, Matthew used his upper body strength to lift himself vertical and tip his legs into the shaft, flipping onto the hard floor and landing in a crouch.
Slowly pulling himself up, he rotated his right arm a bit, popping some sort of joint. Been a while. His eyes were fixed on the odd situation outside the doors which prompted the smiley tool to withdraw his hand cannon once more, propping up the weight on his right shoulder blade.
"So... Trouble?"
He said, a bit of sarcasm tainting the words.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 17, 2011 11:03:32 GMT -5
[OoC: Ten thousand 'screw yous' on dodging the detail for the monster !!! Mockup of B.O.W. the trio're fighting found below.] "So... Trouble?" "If you have to ask, please stay in the elevator," Aya cheekily responded before descending into the liquid nitrogen mist. Tyson opened fire; early deduction of what they were facing gave her the impression their foes were sound sensitive, or could at least follow a path by ear. Booms from the M60E4 would act as a nice distraction while Aya detoured to flank them. Thoughts were probably mutual that what they versed were Hunters, it had become a stereotypical thing for anyone well experience in B.O.W. combat to presume. If that were the case then attack would be fairly predictable, Hunter's always made a telltale screech or shriek during or before they attacked. It was why Aya had not expected to see claws swiping in her direction, reaching out to impale. Inside the mist visibility slid down to 2 or three feet of area around you, anything after that faded out. Even with the claws so close Aya couldn't gain an accurate figure of the mutant, or its face for that matter. They traveled light as well; she hadn't heard its footsteps approach or retreat. Such is the silent predator. Tyson's wild fire proved as much an obstacle as the pillars around her. Now and again the flash of a tracer gave the mist an orange bloom as it lit up the lobby, it was easy to tell where he was pointing the MG. Plus Aya knew he trusted her enough not to walk straight into his line of fire. In some cases, it made the perfect tool. Switching cover again, Aya ran into one of the stasis cylinders the B.O.W.s had descended in. Quick observation highlighted a huge liquid nitrogen tank situated at the rear, opposite the elevator they had arrived through. Keeping an eye on where tracers were headed, Aya clamped her hands down on the opening and rotated the cylinder slowly, a round ricocheted off the tank releasing freezing liquid in a jet stream. More throaty clicks resonated to her left, giving the cylinder a hard tug enough to catch the mutant in cryogenic fluid. Without any addition of anti peptides it flash froze on the spot. Aya hadn't given much thought to observe the creature before dispatching it; a solid roundhouse kick to the torso shattered it. She had seen enough to determine it was humanoid in stature and reptilian in nature, far less slender than the average Hunter. As the glistening shards of the departed mutant hit the marble floor, the girl made a mental entry for a secondary objective. If Medusa had engineered any more B.O.W.s then they had to find all recorded info and related combat training and research documents; pass it all on to the B.S.A.A. before any agents ran into them.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 18, 2011 9:21:51 GMT -5
It had dawned on Tyson after about ten or fifteen seconds of firing that he couldn’t hear anything. He was pretty good at picking out sounds of battle over the actual sounds of battle. Mainly, anything that wasn’t gunfire over gunfire. And he wasn’t hearing anything besides gunfire. That probably wasn’t good. Hunter’s should be going down left and right, they should be letting out those dying screams and falling to the ground in their usual blocky manner. But… No.
And he soon found out why. Feeling a weight crash into him from the side, he also soon felt the pull of claws on his armor. Letting go of the M60 and putting up his left hand to try and block the thing, he finally caught sight of what they were dealing with. It… Was no Hunter.
What the f**k was this thing? How the f**k had it snuck up on him? Who the f**k was still making new monsters? All of these questions crossed his mind in the split second it took him to surface a more important thought. It was about to take a bite out of him.
Quick thinking soon turned to quick action, which soon turned to not much. Trying to use his weight and strength to get it off of him, he was surprised to find that it was as strong as him. Stronger, even. When they got into a pushing match to try and shove the other away, Tyson found himself slowly being slid along the ground.
‘Time for something more direct.’ He thought, yanking the Desert Eagle from it’s holster and jamming it into the things ribs. He pulled the trigger several times, hearing another screech that left his ears ringing as the creature recoiled from the attack. It was soon back on the offensive, however, coming back at him in a bid to rip out his throat. And right then, Tyson thought he could see a very human emotion in it’s eyes. A look he had seen before. The look of ‘oh s***…’
Full auto fire filled the room again, this time with a target in sight. The thing was plated with bone, it looked like, but bone was no match for steel cored 7.62x51mm rounds at a distance of two feet. Starting at the stomach, Tyson yanked the barrel upward and ripped a gory line through the monster. The plating on its head, instead of stopping rounds from the outside, only caught a few rounds from the inside and served to ricochet them further into the creatures head, neck, and torso.
“One down.” He muttered to himself. Six pods, that meant five more. He couldn’t see Aya anymore, he didn’t know if she had managed to take one or more out or not. Best to operate on the assumption that she hadn’t, given the fact that these were sneaky f**ks.
Sneaky indeed. Thrown into the wall by a powerful force, Tyson was back on the offensive in seconds because of the force never quite reaching him through the armor. This one, as if it smartened up, smacked the machine gun out of the way as it advanced on its armored meal. Same s***. Grabbing his sidearm again, Tyson started empting rounds into the thing in a hurry. Reaching up and grabbing the Glock from the shoulder holster with his left hand, he held down the trigger and started spraying it down with .45 rounds as well. He didn’t like to use two guns at once, but how could he miss at a distance of just a few feet? And the practiced panic-turned-adrenaline served well enough to make him take the plunge from real life solder to Hollywood dick wad.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 18, 2011 12:28:43 GMT -5
Exiting the elevator slowly, Matthew brought the Unica 6 forward, holding it with both hands as he cautiously side-stepped to the first pillar, his eyes scanning the fog as his two compatriots slowly but surely fought their own battles within the terrifying mist. This wasn't an idea condition, and he didn't feel like opening up any old wounds. Pressing up against the first pillar now, Matthew leaned out to peek, seeing one of the cylinders rock a bit as a clawed hand pushed it aside, the hulking stature of the new beast emerging from the fog and giving Matthew a clear look at this.. Thing as it approached the outskirts of the room- where he was unfortunately currently taking cover.
He moved from the pillar, backing up a few feet and leveling the sights at it. Sh*t. He'd never seen anything like this before. Medusa making monsters? Either way, it had to go down- it was kill or be killed. Squeezing the trigger, the round hit the skull plate of the monster and dug in deep, seeming to stop and leave a large cracked pallet as the recoil made the monster stumble back a step but lurch forward and continue walking awkwardly.
Didn't even phase it...
Matthew shook it off and leveled his sights again, sending two more rapid shots to the monster's torso, one hitting another bit of bone plate and the other crashing into what looked like muscle tissue, sending a small spray of sinew and light crimson onto the pillar he was using as cover previously; the monster stumbled back this time, letting out a shriek as it shook off the pain, now bending forward and rushing at him. Great.
He had a little under a second to react- just enough time. Diving to the left into a roll, the monster hit the wall with it's plate, a plume of debris puffing into the air as it staggered back a step. Lifting the gun again, he fired off three shots in quick succession, the large bore rounds tearing through the monster's upper torso and face, disfiguring it a bit more than it was already. Odd. Not a single round had entered the skull cavity. He squeezed the trigger again just as the monster made a rush for him.
Click.
His eyes widen as he felt the full weight of the monster collapse on his chest, sending him a few feet backward and skidding on the polished tile floor. Matthew was held down by the creature straddling his chest, a bit of saliva and hot breath rolled onto his face as it let out a long shriek and lunged in with it's jagged, gaping maw. Matthew dropped his Mateba and brought his hands up, his fingers digging into the upper and lower jaw, the clawed "feelers" at the tip of it's mouth bent into the roof of it's mouth, drawing a bit of blood which dripped onto Matthew's forehead as he held the thing fast.
"Damn you're ugly.."
He muttered, struggling against the monster as it kept trying to rush in to bite. It's arms were free, but were used in stabilizing the top-heavy monster during it's attack which helped even the odds a bit. Using a bit of adrenaline that was kicked up from earlier, Matthew summoned a bit of strength and pushed up on his left hand while pulling on his right, quickly tugging hard and ripping the monster's lower jaw from it's skull, the muscle tearing with low-hanging flesh as the monster let out a guttural, wet gurgle as it reared back, stumbling onto it's feet as it's hands reached up to it's own face, it's eyes showing clear signs of defeat and utter amazement.
Oddly enough, the monster attempted to grab the lower jaw as it hung loosely, screeching a bit as it tried to put it back into place in a hurried, almost worried fashion. Intelligence. Matthew used this opportunity to get to his feet and charge towards the monster, dipping low and throwing his right shoulder into the bull rush and toppling the monster, sweeping it off of it's feet and onto the tile, spiderweb cracks beginning to form underneath of it from the power of the impact. It's arms began to flail widely which prompted Matthew to bring his right leg forward and stomp on the elbow of the monster's left and grab it's right arm in his hands. Within moments, he had tweaked it to the side and bent it at an awkward angle, a sickening crack followed by a pained shriek let him know he succeeded.
As the monster struggled against his attack, Matthew continued to hold down the other arm with his leg as he swung the G36C around to the front, throwing back the charging handle and shoving the barrel assembly into it's now-permanently gaping mouth. He could almost see it's eyes widen in fear as he pulled the trigger and held it, sending a fully-automatic volley of rounds into the creature's throat and back of it's skull. Grunting, he continued to hold it down until the magazine ran dry. He withdrew the gun from the limp monster's non-existent facial features and stood up, staggering a bit to the right and leaning against the wall. As he brought the rifle up to hit the clip release, he now noticed just how much blood had accumulated on his BDU, skin and weapon. Seeing as his gun was a different color, he's say it was a pretty efficient way to deal with it.
He panted a bit, bringing his right arm to his side and fish around for another dual mag and, once he found it, planted it firmly into the weapon and brought it back to fighting form.
"A..Another down."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 18, 2011 13:50:50 GMT -5
Beady, black, pearl-esque eyes cut through the fog; a low, throaty warble sent out a wave across the room bouncing off all objects. The creature had been following the female since she entered their domain, it had seen her dispatch its counterpart, it knew how she acted using the aid of her allies to gain the upper hand. This is why it had waited until she separated herself from the other two, alone and vulnerable; she was the smaller of the three, an easier target.
It ignored the noise stemming from other locations in the lobby, those sounds concerned its mutant brethren; instead they helped to track the female, coating surroundings in vibrations for clearer visual. She moved to the left - it flanked to the right, another few clicks revealed her figure again. Easy prey, just as it had experience in combat conditioning.
The female hid behind one of the cryo cylinders; now was the time to strike, stretching out its claws and plopping forwards. It croaked as it held its arm up to attack, emitting sound to see everything as it happened, rounding the pod and - the space was empty. Looking around in confusion, caught mid croak, the creature was sure she hadn't moved. It stumbled as a weight dropped onto its back.
Aya had jumped in for a piggyback ride, locking her arms around its neck and legs around its torso. Immediately the bull began to buck as she started applying pressure to its neck, attempting to sever its spine. The creature grabbed its head, pulling in the direction opposite Aya making an uncanny game of tug-of-war.
Its persistence quickly grew old. Aya unsheathed her Interceptor, bracing herself as she jabbed it into its head receiving nothing but a clink as the blade bounced off. Another two stabs without success made it clear she wasn't breaking through any time soon.
Wrapping her left leg around its left arm in true MMA style ceased the flailing of claws; its right arm were simple enough to avoid. Aya held the blade in her mouth, tightening her monkey grip on the monster before grabbing hold of the nose of its head plate. It must have sensed what she were about to do next considering the damn thing went rampant, attempting to swipe the girl off its back via slamming and sandwiching her into pillars.
Gradually the head plate started to pull free, lifting up like a stuck lid on a tin can, red bile clung between the plate and the rest of its cranium oozing into a slack. A couple more tugs, and the head protection finished peeling off.
Knife in hand again, the creature shrieked out in discontent. It knew what was coming for it. Aya thrust the blade into its brain, twisting and mixing to maximize damage output. Only until she rode the mutant to the floor were she fully convinced it were dead. Some kind of wild rodeo they were in.
"4 fer 6," the bronze haired girl chimed while receding back behind a pillar. Odds were the last two wouldn't be so gullible after her last execution.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 20, 2011 3:38:58 GMT -5
“Five.” Tyson said in the relative silence, watching the one who had gotten all thirty nine rounds from both sidearm’s in it’s guts go down. Dropping magazine from both, he tucked the Desert Eagle under his left armpit and fished a Glock magazine from a pouch. Slapping it into the well and releasing the slide, he then tucked the loaded weapon under his right armpit and reloaded it as well. The clack of the slide locking in place was much louder than the Glock.
Pulling up his M60E4, he took a peak into the belt box and counted the lines of rounds. Four full lines and the line that led up to the weapon itself. That put him at about sixty, sixty five rounds. He was still good for one.
CRASH
Apparently not, he thought to himself as he fell to the ground. That time, he felt the impact on the side of his torso as the thing made like a bull and charged him, the metal plate and the sheer strength of the monster easily able to move the five hundred plus pound Tyson. It was all he could do to try and stop it from clamping its jaws down on his neck. He had a feeling the raised plates that usually provided ample protection wouldn’t be as effective.
“Help!” He yelled out, his arms shaking as the creature strained the braces on the elbows of his armor, braces that were only meant for bracing his joints from weapon recoil. They weren’t cleared for this, and they were going to give way soon.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 20, 2011 12:14:01 GMT -5
Matthew lifted the rifle up, stepping back into the fog and breathing a bit heavily. It was starting to clear just enough to make out faint outlines within the pearly mist. His eyes wandered to Aya as she rode a corpse to the ground, digging her knife into his skull. With her last words, he knew she downed it. Scanning the area for Tyson proved hard- canisters and debris littered his field of vision as he tried picking out moving targets. Cautiously stepping between two cylinders with his G36C at the ready, he looked to his right. A commotion.
"Help!"
He wasn't much of a hero, but Matthew could sure as hell try and save his partner's life. Weaving to the left of another canister, Matthew moved into view, watching as the monster bit down on the sheet of protection near his neck and was tearing at the armor on his elbows. He lifted the gun then hesitated. Damnit. He dropped the rifle and let it swing around to his side as he brought his right hand behind him and gripped the hilt of his over-sized bowie knife, unsheathing it as he broke into a run. Yelling as he leaped, Matthew landed straight on the monster's back, adding even more weight that cascaded down on Tyson. The monster roared and unlatched it's jaw, bringing it's arms around and swatting at Matthew.
He turned the knife around and, while barely dodging the swipe of it's right hand, he sunk the blade hilt-deep into a spot of exposed muscle tissue on it's neck, near the shoulder blade. It let out a loud screech and within seconds, Matthew could feel the hot sting of something digging into the flesh on his back. Before he knew it, he was in the hands of the monster and was being flung over Tyson, hitting the tile hard and skidding a few feet into a cylinder which tipped over from the impact.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 20, 2011 14:28:36 GMT -5
Mechanical sounds whirred about in the mist as string and bow clicked together. The cry for help had been heard; it wasn't something accustom around the ivory girl. Each team member she had fought with could withstand their own, it wasn't often assistance were required; so when somebody cried for help, they meant it.
Aya cleared enough mist to see Matthew fly across the room and out of sight. Tyson were on the floor, open to a second round of attack. The monster lifted its clawed hand high, a mortifying croak escaping its gaping mouth.
Splitting the fog in a violent whistle, a broadhead plunged through the mutants palm pulling it a good two metres away from Tyson before pinning it to an adjacent pillar. Digging deep into marble tile, the nose of the shaft snapped open grounding itself in the pillar. Reptile wasn't going anywhere fast. It had not sensed the little girl approach while desperately trying to wrench itself free.
Much alarm raised when another whistle were heard, this time from the girl's mouth; on instantaneous reaction the creature swiveled as far as possible while backhanding the air behind it.
Aya had ducked, stepping around and in front of it, taking her plotted position and lashing out a powerful high kick. Matthew's machete still stuck out of the monster's neck like a pin in a cushion, the heel of Aya's foot slamming straight into its handle. Exoskeleton crushed and crumbled as the mutant's head span around 180 degrees, neck well and truly snapped from a spine breaking amount of force. It went limp instantly, dangling like a crooked painting; Aya victoriously grabbed hold of Matthew's machete and pulled it free.
Rebutting none of Aya's fears, Tyson was in one piece; the gnarled smiley bastard had made it to him in time, "Y'all right down there, big guy?" she asked with a warm smile, helping Tyson to his feet, "Had me worried there, for a sec," The coverings of his elbows had come close to tearing; when it didn't seem like anything were broken she patted him on the arm, leaving him to recover.
"Matt," the fog was beginning to dissipate, yet Aya still couldn't see him. Taking a moment to search where he fell found the guy next to a tipped over and crushed cryo-cylinder; probably the cushion to break his inertia. The creature had back stabbed him hard, "Here-" Aya started, crouching down to help him up before he could strain himself.
A dark patch of blood had gathered around his lower back, from observation Aya could tell a major organ would have been at least pierced; enough pain to make him nauseous for the most, "Take it slow, watch your step," Keeping an arm around his back, she held the hilt of his machete to him, nodding, "Good work."
Only a thin veil of mist blanketed the floor now, floating half a foot off the ground. All of the damage they had done stood clearly visible to see, the victory a fireteam of three won over 6 biological weapons. In the end, it was just a brief obstacle for each of them; nothing could stand in their path. The scene stood as a testament to just how much they would ask an opponent to bring it once a fight began.
Leaving the lobby to take their first steps into the Research and Development sector. Nothing prepared them for the change in aesthetic, the marble columns made no play on what to expect.
Suspended corridors of glass tunneled through caverns, lights built into rock illuminated everything, "I can't begin to say how much this goes against standard design protocol," Aya stepped to the side, leaning close to the glass for a better look of the cave around them, "It doesn't actually look like the ground's been terraformed," she commented, spotting stalactites and stalagmites amongst other things that singled out natural formation. Keeping a hand to the glass and looking up around at the ceiling, "This was all already here before Medusa stepped in," it may not have seemed like much to anyone else, the idea of Medusa stumbling across something like this didn't sit properly with her.
Little more resistance waited for them in the glass corridors. It would probably be too detrimental to the facility having a fight of any kind break out in a location such as this; whatever else waited for them were likely further ahead, away from all the fragile design, "Here we go," Aya's voice raised as she took point, the first to see what grand architecture was next in their path.
A massive cavern opened up beneath their feet, going deep enough for the bottom to keep unseen, they exited from just a small tunnel in a lonely corner. Suspended in places around the cavern, massive industrial wires as thick as Tyson stretching across open space to keep everything held up, giant white cubes hovered over the abyss; each of them a laboratory unto itself, "I take that back. 'Efficiency' was always the first thing to keep in mind if a bio hazard happened in the work place. I'd bet there's a kill switch to drop the entire R&D sector into the pit if a containment failure occurred."
The floor beneath her feet immediately, metaphorically, felt a lot less stable to her, "We need to find whatever Medusa has on record for whatever research they've been doing here. Information of that value would help against biological terror," Aya huffed her shoulders, loosening some sudden tension, and started down glass steps into the next corridor; pane ringing beneath her feet.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 21, 2011 4:22:42 GMT -5
“God, that thing smells…” Tyson muttered, pushing the creature off of him and accepting Aya’s hand when she helped him get up. Looking down and seeing the level of mangle the pair had put on the creature to help him, he scoffed.
“They take some punishment, don’t they?” He asked to no one in particular. Taking a moment to collect any equipment that he dropped and to reload his machine gun, they were soon on the move again. This time, to a set of glass corridors that they soon realized were hanging in mid air. It made him very nervous. Reinforcing something to support a few people, sure. Him, however… He was three people in one. Tack the others with him, and they were probably pushing the weight limit.
“Already here? Figures they don’t build on their own work.” He said, his voice lacking the condescending tone it usually carried when he spoke of them. It was replaced with a quietness that wasn’t often heard from the big man. f**king floating glass floors… He could understand making the place floating, especially when Aya chimed in that they could just drop the place in the case of a bad biohazard. But why make it out of glass? Were they hoping that it would shatter and cut anything inside to ribbons? Made sense to him, but f**k…
Aya mentioned finding any information that was housed in here, and he agreed. It’d do some good to find a weakness to these things. Sure, good ol’ fashioned bullets had worked, but a lot of them. And even then, it took the super human-ness of two super human’s to finish the fight. These things adapted well. Too well for an average squad, even a squad who had training on dealing with BOW’s.
“Everyone in favor of dropping this thing like a bad habit when we’re done, say ‘I’.” Tyson added. Seemed like a good idea to him. Get rid of anything they had here, a whole lot of prototypes and data. And if they were keeping these super secret, they’d probably keep hard files instead of computerized files. Ya, he could see a nice little chunk of hard work doing down the tubes if they let this thing drop like a hot potato.
The clink and clang of metal and leather on glass was the only sound that filled the air. He was starting to get nervous. Ya, he was with Aya, a gunfight here would leave them nine kinds of f**ked. But where was everyone? Everything? He had a feeling they were going to find out. Another corridor was coming up, hopefully one that led to solid ground and a few bad guys who needed shooting. Back to the simple life.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 21, 2011 14:39:19 GMT -5
Fricken' glass. Matthew stumbled a bit, his right hand grasping his side as he kept pace with Aya and Tyson, watching where he stepped with each passing stride and praying to whatever deity that he didn't fall through. Hearing the creaks and slaps of Tyson's boots made him uneasy and, with the translucent floor between his feet, a bit queasy as well. Eventually they made it to the door at the end of the long hallway, which looked odd compared to the white walls of the building.
The stark contrast confused him, but he took the opportunity to push past Aya and Tyson and open the door, with a quick button press, the metallic sheet slid to the left as the vacuum seal squelched a plume of oxygen, allowing the group to enter. Moving first, Matthew pushed inward and immediately felt the cool breeze of air conditioning. Great. He straightened up, scanning the area. Reception. Oddly enough, there was a man sitting on the chair behind the counter. Didn't look like an employee, though- more like a disheveled street punk looking for his next fix. Though, once the young man got a look at the trio, he turned tail and ran through the door in the rear of the room. Leaning a bit, the contents of the next room were briefly seen in the passing glimpse as the door shut.
"Laboratories to the left, where he ran out of. Probably cubicles to the right, or maybe another set of offices."
Two doors, once again. Matthew sighed, bringing his right hand to rest on the hilt of his knife which was in the perfect spot to relieve a bit of pain stinging up his lower back.
"So.. Door number one or two?"He said sarcastically, taking a step towards the receptionist's desk.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 22, 2011 1:52:20 GMT -5
"Labs probably have access to the lower levels," Aya decided. The airtight door was locked; predicting as much the girl forced it open, servos and mechanics heard crunching around the frame as it stuck out at a slight angle.
It had been a while since the scientist had been in a sterile, controlled environment. Numerous equipment stood on benches and shelves, all relating to chemistry; several cold storage boxes held beakers and other elements. On one bench the whirring of a centrifuge indicated people were here not that long ago; the receptionist must have missed the memo on the base assault, "Strange. Everyone cleared out quick enough to leave everything. I always thought protocol aimed at erasing files or anything that might get into the wrong hands," unlike the office complex plaza, several open notebook computers still displayed active data at what was being researched here.
Across the other side of the room was an open stairwell leading down. A rail built into the side of the wall held a sort of dumbwaiter, used to carry equipment or chemicals up and down. Work safe ergonomics seemed to have been incorporated at least. Aya ignored all the contents; it was unlikely anything related to viral testing would be held here. The stairs lead down each floor, 5 in total, before they found the exit out of this research block. A small sterilization chamber waited for them before they could head back out onto glass corridors again.
"No directions-" Aya found herself frustrated; no markings or anything to suggest which direction they were headed existed on the glass panes. They stopped at a T-junction, research blocks held at both ends of the new corridor. It was clearly being able to see over the block to their right that it only had one other glass corridor leading out of it, and that headed out of the cavern; not the direction desired. They turned left.
Atmospheres definitely changed with each chamber; the new block they entered was still heavily sterilized, but the faint smell of oil lingered in the air, "Workshop?" Aya could not help thinking out loud, observing all the hardware equipment; chip boards and miniature electronic equipment covered most of the benches. A far cry from the typical biological studies she had imagined. Something in an opposite corner caught her attention, slightly more 'built' than the rest of the hardware visible.
Aya had almost stepped directly into the firing line as a red beam shot out, a lock of her fringe singed off as she dodged, weaving underneath it, a window could be heard shattering, "Frick!" putting a hand to her ear, making sure it were still intact, "Bastard IR sensor left on. An employee must have been trying to get into someone's good books," they had all seen what the outcome of a Medusa employee were like when Matt interrogated the bodyguard; dedication.
Odd structural groans echoed about the cavern; Aya looked to Tyson and Matthew with a grim look, "Ah..." the research chamber began to shudder just enough for their vision to shake. The black commando took cautious steps toward the window the beam fired out of, spotting one of the support cables being severed, "Brace yourselves!"
An ear splitting crack thundered in the cavern as the cable popped. The entire chamber shook and cradled, rotating at least a couple of degrees off balance. Aya simple held her hands out as if to wish telekinesis on the place to keep still; tremors gradually subsiding, "Okay," Aya spoke between worried breaths, "I'm pretty sure they'd have made this place well enough not to fall after just one wire broke loose," testing her weight as she took short steps towards the stairwell, "I think we're good."
In a bid not to allow the beam to untie any more binds Aya drew her FNP9 landing a shot at an identified power source, the red line immediately vanishing. No question on how volatile the entire place were, it was only the luxury of an answer for what other technological toys they would run into on the levels further down the research chamber.
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