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Post by Mikey on Aug 23, 2011 1:20:59 GMT -5
Tyson had stayed at the door the whole time, waiting for Aya. He watched sections fall into the chasm below, his mask on his head to give him an unobstructed view of the carnage unfolding. When Aya popped out of the ground, literally, some distance away. She was on her feet in no time, running toward them and clearing the glass coffin just moments before it too plummeted to the ground below.
"Now that's gotta be better than a drive in theatre." She quipped, and Tyson let out a combination of a breath he had been holding and a chuckle.
“Drive ins have popcorn.” He said in a deadpan tone, a smirk coming to his face.
"Next time one of you two can play Jenga while I watch." She said, and he chuckled.
“It was your idea.” He said with a slight shrug. They continued to the tram bay and the AI made it’s presence known. Tyson’s shoulders sagged a bit. And there, was the bad part…
[I've already sent a transport unit to your other team members at the next sector above. They will join you once you reach the final security gate.] It said. Tyson stayed quiet, but the thing was being very helpful. He may have grown to like it, if it wasn’t bent on bringing Umbrella back. Maybe they could find a way to rip that part out of it’s motherboard.
Their ride appeared from down the tunnel, they entered it and disembarked, and Tyson watched Aya rip the sleeves off of her suit.
“Never met a woman as hard on her wardrobe as you.” He said with a smirk. The mood soon grew serious as they waited for the end of the line to come, and Aya laid out the plan.
"Whatever it is that's waiting at the end won't keep us from getting into that temple. We're making sure that garden burns." She said. Tyson let out a nod and patted the bag at his back.
“Got it covered. I have enough C4 to blow the whole place three times. Enough thermite to melt a pyramid. We got this.” He said.
[Multiple subjects now detected beyond the blocker. An entrance at the checkpoints North wall leads to the temple entrance.] It said, and Aya followed up.
"Think you could get Nancy to the temple entrance while Matt and I keep fend off the hostiles?" She asked.
“Ya, I can do that. We’ll get in, set the place to blow before they ever know what hit them. I’ll look for an exit, but if we cant find one we’ll make our way back here.” He said. The tram would get them far enough away from the blast zone. Then, perhaps they could milk some more help out of the AI before they deleted her.
The three made their way to the facility, Aya pointing out the door that would take him to the team and the entrance for the temple. He managed to get inside before any of the Medusa commandos saw him, at least he was pretty sure he did. Not stopping to take into account the fact that the facility went from being sterile and stainless to made of fashioned rock with symbols all along the walls. He made his way down the fairly straightforward and direct route, turning to check the side hallways as he did. That was when he found the other team, Nancy among them.
They all pointed guns at each other for the split second before recognition set in, and they moved toward him.
“How many of you know explosives?” He asked in Arabic. Three of them raised hands. “All right. Anyone with anything that goes boom, pass it to them.” He said. Gear was quickly passed off to the explosive experts of the group, grenades and blocks of C4. One even had a small LAW launcher. Outdated, but it still worked.
“We’re going in and we’re going to plant every single piece or ordinance we have. That place cannot be standing when we’re done. No matter what.” He said. They all silently nodded. They all knew the stakes, they were all willing to do what needed to be done. He motioned for them to move out, stopping the last one to commandeer his radio. Ripping his old one out of its pouch, he dropped it onto the ground and placed the new on in its place.
Nancy stopped in front of him and looked up at him.
“Are we going to make it out of here?” She asked in Arabic, her voice betraying her nervousness. He had somehow forgotten that she could speak the language as well as he could.
“Us? Maybe. You? I promise.” He said. He knew he couldn’t keep that promise, too much would go on and he couldn’t control all of it. But he had full intentions of dying before she did.
"One more thing..." She said, a bit apprehensive. Tyson turned to look at her, seeing the look on her face.
“What?” He asked, the slightest bit suspicious that it wasn’t good news that she was going to tell him.
“We still need the staff.” She said, not using its proper name for fear that he wouldn’t even remember what she was talking about. Tyson’s face fell.
“You didn’t find it?” He asked.
“No.”
“…F**k.” He said with a sigh. “Lets get there first, maybe we’ll be lucky and blow the doors open. Or maybe they opened it already.” He said.
They made their way to the temple entrance, not hard to find with Nancy guiding the way through hieroglyphics on the walls. She did happen to mention that the words for foreboding, stuff about how those who shouldn’t be here were about to meet their doom. Standard stuff for ancient Egyptians to put on the walls of their temples to him, but Nancy was quick to let him know that that was not in fact the case.
Either way, they rounded a corner to the temple entrance and were greeted with a gruesome sight. The staff they were looking for was sticking out of the door, but the men who had tried to use it were on the ground. In pieces.
“That’s… Unnerving.” Tyson said. The fact that the people who were running this facility didn’t know how to get inside didn’t bode well for them. Nancy looked like she was going to be sick. She had watched several men die in the past hours, but she wasn’t quite ready to get an un close look at the inside of a man’s chest cavity.
“You ok?” He asked. She nodded, but soon she ducked back around the corner. The sounds of her being violently ill were apparent. “I’m ok…” She said as she was bent over, sounding anything but.
“Any idea what happened?” He asked. She came around the corner, fought back another wave of nausea, and looked around.
“They used the wrong keyhole.” She said, walking forward with little regard to the booby trap that had killed them. They had triggered it, it wasn’t automatic, she could tell that much.
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Post by .Merios on Aug 25, 2011 3:17:00 GMT -5
Watching Aya prove her prowess felt reminiscent of his younger days where recklessness was an asset and not a burden. He had too much riding on being alive that risking his life in such an extravagant way would be redundant, to say the least. He zoned out, stepping down the short hallway as Aya and Tyson exchanged clips and phrases with each other and the omnipresent Artificial Intelligence. Aya pushed the door open, a set of thick metal double doors and quickly pointed out a similar metal door on the right, which Tyson immediately set out towards and entered rather swiftly, a bit out of place for the behemoth but who was counting?
His lips remained zipped, his right hand instinctively moving to rest on his Mateba with an index finger prying off the leather strap holding it in. Matthew's dark green pools scanned the room, taking notice of the enemy positions while they burst through the many doors on either side of them on either floor, even above they circled like vultures. Innocent vultures, their weapons pointed harmlessly at the floor. His hand moved off the weapon and he crossed his arms, moving forward and leaning forward on the railing, leaning forward a bit to spot a small garrison of troops flooding the ground floor below them, crowding around a central door straight ahead. Within moments, a majority of the soldiers crooked their heads to the side, listening to the radio on their respective shoulder blades crackle to life with incomprehensible words.
The central door made a ding. Must've been an elevator. One soldier moved to step in the center of the doorway, awaiting the metal to part. At once, the doors slid open and, almost within the same second, two humanoid hands emerged from within the elevator and gripped the man on each shoulder blade, viciously ripping the soldier in two like a zipper, streaking a splash of gore onto the walls as the other six on the ground floor turned their rifles and let out a barrage of fire. Matthew watched calmly as a pin was pulled, letting out a thick layer of red smoke which obscured any vision of the ensuing chaos. The gunfire slowly sputtered to a halt as the shouting stopped. As the smoke cleared, a man stood amongst the torn and destroyed bodies, an arm in his right hand and what looks like scalp hanging from his mouth.
Short brown hair, defined jaw structure, thick biceps, toned body, opal eyes and.. The humanoid turned to look upwards at Aya. It was Matthew. Only... Different. The skin tone was slightly darker, the facial hair was scattered and matted in parts and once the creature slid off it's brown identical cotton jacket, it was apparent that it was much, much different. Tufts of fur jutted out on the right sleeve of a brown t-shirt, leading down to a disfigured paw with two human fingers planted at a crooked angle. The opposite arm was fine, but the movement was all wrong. It was.. Dark. Feral. It's voice.. Guttural. The monster growled, taking a step forward- it was odd hearing the sound coming from a smiley-free disfigured remake merely 30 feet below.
Taken a bit by surprise, Matthew backpedaled a few steps, putting his right palm to his forehead and shaking his head back and forth.
"I...I don't understand..."
The elevators door closed once more as the monstrous man turned and began calmly walking up a nearby staircase leading to the first ascended level- the Medusa soldiers keeping their guard and staying in place, as if undeterred by what just occurred to their comrades-in-arms.
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Post by .Merios on Aug 25, 2011 3:17:53 GMT -5
Watching Aya prove her prowess felt reminiscent of his younger days where recklessness was an asset and not a burden. He had too much riding on being alive that risking his life in such an extravagant way would be redundant, to say the least. He zoned out, stepping down the short hallway as Aya and Tyson exchanged clips and phrases with each other and the omnipresent Artificial Intelligence. Aya pushed the door open, a set of thick metal double doors and quickly pointed out a similar metal door on the right, which Tyson immediately set out towards and entered rather swiftly, a bit out of place for the behemoth but who was counting?
His lips remained zipped, his right hand instinctively moving to rest on his Mateba with an index finger prying off the leather strap holding it in. Matthew's dark green pools scanned the room, taking notice of the enemy positions while they burst through the many doors on either side of them on either floor, even above they circled like vultures. Innocent vultures, their weapons pointed harmlessly at the floor. His hand moved off the weapon and he crossed his arms, moving forward and leaning forward on the railing, leaning forward a bit to spot a small garrison of troops flooding the ground floor below them, crowding around a central door straight ahead. Within moments, a majority of the soldiers crooked their heads to the side, listening to the radio on their respective shoulder blades crackle to life with incomprehensible words.
The central door made a ding. Must've been an elevator. One soldier moved to step in the center of the doorway, awaiting the metal to part. At once, the doors slid open and, almost within the same second, two humanoid hands emerged from within the elevator and gripped the man on each shoulder blade, viciously ripping the soldier in two like a zipper, streaking a splash of gore onto the walls as the other six on the ground floor turned their rifles and let out a barrage of fire. Matthew watched calmly as a pin was pulled, letting out a thick layer of red smoke which obscured any vision of the ensuing chaos. The gunfire slowly sputtered to a halt as the shouting stopped. As the smoke cleared, a man stood amongst the torn and destroyed bodies, an arm in his right hand and what looks like scalp hanging from his mouth.
Short brown hair, defined jaw structure, thick biceps, toned body, opal eyes and.. The humanoid turned to look upwards at Aya. It was Matthew. Only... Different. The skin tone was slightly darker, the facial hair was scattered and matted in parts and once the creature slid off it's brown identical cotton jacket, it was apparent that it was much, much different. Tufts of fur jutted out on the right sleeve of a brown t-shirt, leading down to a disfigured paw with two human fingers planted at a crooked angle. The opposite arm was fine, but the movement was all wrong. It was.. Dark. Feral. It's voice.. Guttural. The monster growled, taking a step forward- it was odd hearing the sound coming from a smiley-free disfigured remake merely 30 feet below.
Taken a bit by surprise, Matthew backpedaled a few steps, putting his right palm to his forehead and shaking his head back and forth.
"I...I don't understand..."
The elevators door closed once more as the monstrous man turned and began calmly walking up a nearby staircase leading to the first ascended level- the Medusa soldiers keeping their guard and staying in place, as if undeterred by what just occurred to their comrades-in-arms.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 29, 2011 8:06:07 GMT -5
Mixed words of her own voice curled about the ivory girl's head as she looked from the monstrocity to Matthew making sure they were not the same person. Aya watched from half behind the metal pillar astonished by what stood below them, half hoping to keep herself invisible from it.
Matthew himself could not comprehend the existance of his mangled sibling either, confusion lacing his words. Aya took a moment to consider facts, "This is what the AI was talking about," she started, staring off at a random spot, "The cloning research," her yellow hues looked over at Matt, "She said Harriet took it for his own personal... use," trailing off while holding out one finger amongst her conclusion as if to make a point until realizing what it meant. Letting her wide eyes float down to the hideous twin.
It had begun ascending the stairs toward them. The fact the other guards were not engaging what had just slaughtered a fireteam of their own seemed odd, 'Is this just for show?' Aya had a curious look in her eyes at the rows of hypocrits who remained stoic, "I think this one might be for you, Matt," the theory weaver aimed her P9 at the poor copy in the instance it might charge, "I'll be around if you need help."
Aya already had fought the demon of herself before. Nothing so tragic looking as what had bathed in sinew a second ago. Now Matthew had been given the opportunity. Odds were if this one existed to prove The Alchemist's crude obsurdity to create something in Matt's image, there were bound to be more where it came from.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 3, 2011 3:59:42 GMT -5
“So what’s the verdict?” Tyson asked, the men of the borrowed squad and he just kind of standing around while Nancy looked at the door and translated the symbols on the wall. She had been at this for a few minutes now, what seemed like hours. But finally, she came back to Tyson.
“I know for certain that this keyhole on the door is a trap.” She said. Tyson waited for more, but she didn’t continue.
“Didn’t we already know that?” He asked. She let out a sigh.
“Your forgetting that the people who wrote this were dealing with millions of others who read the same language as easy as you or I read English. If they’d have put instructions here, it would be like putting up arrows.” She said. Tyson thought it over and thought about how much sense it made.
“Find anything that helps?” He asked.
“Well, there are vague references of paying tribute to Anubis here. He was represented in the text as being beyond the door. Did you see any statues on your way in?” She asked. He could almost see cogs in her head turning behind her eyes. She was asking one question for every thirty thoughts that ran through her brain.
“A few, but I don’t know if they were the right ones.” He responded.
“Did they have staffs?” She asked, her voice hopeful.
“Some of them.” He said.
“Show me.” She said, turning back to quickly slip the staff from the trapped door. She stopped to admire it for a moment, the rarest object in the world. One of a kind, an artifact that was hundreds of years old. It took Tyson calling to her to shake her free from her trance.
They made their way to a hall that wasn’t too far from the temple entrance, the lines of statues. They looked the same to Tyson, but Nancy could recognize them all as the gods of the time.
“It’s uncommon to see all of these figures represented in a single temple.” She said.
“It is?” Tyson asked.
“Yes. Whoever built this place wouldn’t have asked all of them for their blessing without needing it badly.” She said. She was going to continue, but slipped into silence when she saw Anubis. He was in the middle of the hall. Anyone passing would have had to move around him to proceed. But, his hands were at his side.
“So… Bust? He isn’t supposed to be holding anything.” Tyson said.
“No. Tribute was laid at the god’s feet.” She said, looking around the base of the statue. In front of him, she could make out the small keyhole at the base of the statue. She inserted the end into the port, and they could hear a shifting of stone. Both taking off in a run back toward the temple doors, they got a look inside and stopped dead in their tracks. It was… Amazing, in one way or another.
“Lets go.” Tyson said, starting inside with his M60 ready. The further he went in, he could feel a growing tickle in the back of his throat…
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Post by .Merios on Nov 14, 2011 3:07:10 GMT -5
As the monstrous facade of his former self slowly lumbered up the stairs, his ears picked up on a small grinding sound that emanated from the creature. First floor, first guard. Two gunshots before he was decimated- an inhuman strength he was all too familiar with. Matthew watched, almost amused at the thought of a clone of him doing all the work. Almost as soon as the first drop of crimson streaked the metal floor, each soldier squeezed out round after round at the beast. His enhanced eyes almost couldn't follow the erratic and precise movements of the monster as it flitted across the floor, bobbing and weaving to the next target. A hand inside of the man's chest signaled his demise, lifting the lifeless body up like a rag doll. It carried the soldier a few feet before carelessly tossing him back wards, letting his body drop to the ground like a bag of rocks.
Matthew's lungs lurched into his throat as the unfortunate copy began running, charging up the next set of stairs and dispatching guard after guard in equally horrifying ways. It was nothing like him- killing wasn't always necessary, but it seems with the effectiveness and the gruesome manner this creature destroyed these bodies, it was glaringly apparent that it was born to kill and, watching in horror, to feed. It's wicked and wild jaws tore open one soldier's face, ripping flesh from bone and chewing as it casually circled around and walked up the last set of stairs, now on the level of Matthew and his comrades. Great. This was his fight, and his fight alone.
Taking a step forward, he withdrew his Mateba and leveled the sights with his right hand, placing his index finger on the trigger.
"Please. Just.. Just leave."
The monster stopped advancing, tilting it's head to the side much like an expectant dog awaiting a meal. A short growl scratched it's way out of the creature's throat as it smiled it's disturbing and crooked smile. It felt much like a scene from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. He was watching a disfigured copy of himself mimicking his own movements almost precisely. Surreal. At once, the monster picked up speed and was almost jogging toward him. Seeing no other open, he squeezed the trigger. The quickness of the monster surprised him as it ducked down at the last second, letting the large round smack into the metallic wall and leave a hefty dent. At this point, the smiley-scarred nomad knew guns were useless. Sticking the gun back into it's holster calmly and reattaching the leather strap, he advanced.
The copy advanced, and then quickly rushed toward him. Matthew followed suit, charging toward the monster. Seconds later, they met. Matthew ducked down and attempted a bull-rush, which the monster took and wrapped it's claws around his torso, grappling him. Moments later, it thew Matthew to the ground and straddled his chest, bringing a claw up to strike. As the disfigured claw came down, the nomad moved his head slightly, letting the talon scratch the floor and he used this opportunity to reach up and hook his right arm around the monster's neck and pulled back, yanking the monster off of him just enough to roll back wards. A growl emitted from the monster as Matthew tumbled back wards- still holding onto the monster's neck- and tossed the creature against the wall. With a thud, the copy hit and rolled a few inches. Matthew quickly stood and rushed over, jumping and tossing out a straight-kick at the monster's face. It ducked, allowing Matthew plenty of opportunity to use the momentum from the jump to kick off of the wall and spin his body mid-air, connecting with a well-timed roundhouse just as the creature reared it's head again. A crack echoed for a moment as the monster took the full hit, sliding across the ground and smacking into the rail, snapping the metal and precariously dangling over the edge.
Landing gracefully, he noticed the monster wasn't nearly as intelligent as he was- Matthew would have to use this to his advantage. Taking a foot, he planted it on the creature's behind and gave it a shove, sending it over the edge gently. Almost catlike, the monster spun around in mid-fall and grasped onto his foot as it fell. Matt let out a yelp and dropped down, being pulled off the edge. Quickly, his right hand shot out and gripped a piece of broken rail and held fast as the weight of the monster began to pull him downward. Gravity took effect and the copy swung it's body inward and landed on the second floor. Matthew still hung, attempting to pull himself up but was stopped almost immediately when he felt two hands wrapped around his ankles from down below. A sharp tug released his grip as it pulled him down, dropping his weight on his spine against the rail, the breath was let out of his scarred lungs. The creature, still gripped, pulled him down and tossed him across the small walkway, letting him slide a bit and rest against a wall.
As he lay there, something clicked. His irises slowly began to turn a milky white, crimson triangles appeared within his pupil as his eyes glazed over to a hazy Umbrella Corporation logo. As the monster casually walked toward him, he played dead. Letting the monster lean down and sniff. He brought his right leg up in a powerful kick between the creature's thighs. Bingo. It howled in pain as it stumbled back, gripping it's crotch.
"Copies still have balls. Odd."
Matthew calmly stepped toward the creature and reared back his right fist, quickly swinging at the monster's skull. In defense, it threw up an arm to protect itself. A metallic ting followed by a loud crack bounced off the walls nearby as the copy's forearm snapped like a twig, dropping the monster's arm to it's side. A wicked smile played on Matthew's lips as the clone began retreating back wards, almost whimpering in pain. Matthew advanced, sending out a stomp to the monster's chest. It blocked with it's free left hand and was sent back wards a few feet, landing hard on the ground and grinding to a halt against the 2nd floor railing. It backed up, scooting to flatten up against the metal rungs as Matthew advanced once more. One roundhouse sent the creature's head snapping to the side, colliding with a metal bar and letting another ting resound. The once-perfect jaw structure on the copy now tainted with a large dent and massive lacerations- he was beginning to understand how inferior this being was.
He reared back his right fist and rained blow after blow onto the monster's skull, each hit sending waves of pain up Matthew's arm with the amount of force required to exert such a powerful blow. Anger rose and he stopped, listening to the monster's wet gurgled whimper that escaped through what was left of a broken and destroyed jawline. Taking a moment, Matthew reached down to the right broken arm of the monster and his left foot on the monster's chest, gripping the arm at the elbow. With a quick tug, he snapped and ripped the arm out of the copy's socket, stumbling back a few steps as a streak of blood coated his BDU. Looking at the arm for a moment, he tossed it over his shoulder, watching as the creature reared in pain and began attempting to slide underneath the rails and drop down lower. As it turned around, Matthew slowly walked up and wrapped his right hand around the monster's foot, pulling it back, watching the creature scratch deep lines in the metal with it's one remaining claw. Gurgled screams echoed as Matthew slowly moved to stand on the edge of the railing, the monster's ankle still firmly gripped in his right hand.
"You want down?"
He heaved the monster up and over his shoulder.
"Well, down you go!"
Matthew jumped a little upward and slung the body over his shoulder and thrust it toward the ground, using every last bit of strength left. Within moments, a wet splat resounded. Matthew took a second to step off of the railing and back onto the ground and then looked over the railing, watching what he just did. The disfigured copy was nothing more than a broken, destroyed pile of barely-recognizable bone and gore. From a second-story height, the fall wasn't what did it- the pure force behind the throw must have been the culprit. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he checked his body for wounds. Finding not even a scratch, he began to casually head back up the set of stairs, sticking his bloody hands into his pockets and approaching Aya, his eyes still revealing the image of a long-dead company.
"So.."
He shrugged his shoulders, "that just happened."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 14, 2011 12:11:47 GMT -5
Working out adrenaline which raved about in her veins, the rosy cheek girl gave the casual victor room as he reached the top of the staircase. Aya had not been a part of the conflict, yet her heart raced with unmatched vigor at what the outcome would be. She had no doubt Matthew's ability to overcome his less than carbon copy. However that didn't keep her from worrying.
After regaining his composure Matt verbalized his realization of the occurrence. In a unconcious whimsical response the wired girl coughed a no-bullsh*t laugh, "It could be good to scoot before any more of you show up," Aya clenched her teeth, stitching her brow in concern. Slowly sliding on her small feet toward the rail and peering over, the doppelganger's demise caused the girl to bite her lip in resent for such retched luck. It had to pick a fight with the iris branded killing machine beside her, "Certainly feels different," switching her gaze from the unrecognizable blob to the stone cold man, "Doesn't it. Fighting yourself."
Around the open room security comrades tended the wounded, assisting the oversight of the dead, "Harriet's dealt his card," her voice rising in the presumption of this being Alchemist's work, Aya twitched her nose, "He's looking for your attention," slipping her FNP9 back into its scabbard. Aya took off in Tyson's direction. The commotion caused in the room would serve well as a distraction.
It was stunning to see the juxtaposition of modern and ancient, passing into the final corridor leading to the Progenitor chamber. There were a specific point where the engineers had refused to build any further, dropping off polished metal onto 3000 B.C. rock. A wave of past history, culture, and ultimate secrecy engulfed the slender girl feeling as if she had stepped back in time. Her hand moved, obligated to brush against the ancient statue of Anubis; after passing Aya noticed where the staff came in to play. Nancy had done it. The mound of body parts sitting in front of the chamber doorway were likely the people who had not.
Having spent time herself as a thief, Aya had witnessed and cracked open many vaults in her life. None of them could ever compare to the Sonnent Reppe chamber and its exquisite design. On blueprint, the structure of the Egyptian engineering appeared spherical with one inner wall, and one outer wall.
The space between both walls, a good 10 metres, had clearly visible supports. Logs of African Ebony wood held the inner wall, the outer skin of the logs had decomposed long ago revealing the dark coloured inner wood; solid, and willing to last a lifetime. It explained why Medusa required the staff to gain entrance. If they blasted open the door with explosives a risk of damaging the supports would be included, potentially bringing the whole chamber down, destroying all of its contents.
Putting a hand to the massive door which revealed the inner sanctum gave Aya a sense of strength. Carved quartz sandstone, thick enough to withstand a formidable force, "As much as this place was built for worship," Aya spoke unannounced, "I feel it was also built out of fear. Fear of what were kept inside. Not wanting it getting out, or anyone ill intended getting in," the thought scared her enough, finally turning her attention to the true contents.
Tyson, Nancy and the rest of the men had found their place to observe the Stairway to the Sun. Aya put her hand on Nancy's shoulder showing gratitude toward the woman's help before pushing ahead of the group. The glow of desaturated red had the ivory girl fixated, moving closer towards the centre of the room. So much of her life Aya wished to see the flower, observe where such tragedy's beginning came from.
The pedastle had been elevated holding the garden of the dead closer to the light shining from a series of small holes in the centre of the high ceiling. A creaking sound emitted from her footstep, looking down to notice the moat which ran right around the pedastle and the many rickety wooden ladders which bridged over the gap.
What knocked the wind from her lungs were the sight down below. Bodies filled the moat, skeletons, decomposed beyond any human detail. Those who could not bond with Progenitor, unlike Matthew or herself. Hundreds lay on top of each other.
Holding down the rising fear, it would not keep the girl from crossing; taking each step carefully while holding out her arms for balance. Aya leaped the last dozen rungs to the centre platform.
A smell unlike anything the scientist had experienced before filled her nose. Sweet scented, yet worse than death. Climbing the stone stairs to the centre of the garden, Aya knelt down. She plucked a flower from the base of its stem and pulled it in close. Her mood bounced, fighting with herself; containing an urge to crush it in her palm, yet acknowledging this blossom was what made her.
The daughter of Progenitor savoured her moment in the garden. In the end, it would all be blown to hell.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 17, 2011 18:19:48 GMT -5
[“All right, come on, come on!”] Tyson yelled out in Arabic, urging the men to work faster. Bodies went left and right as they carried ordinance from place to place at the order of the explosive experts, setting them in place for the experts to come along and arm them. He oversaw the impending demolition of the chamber from a place near the entrance, looking for weak spots to plant his own charges.
[“You! Give me those thermite charges!”] He yelled to a passing mercenary, and the man stopped to pass off said explosives to Tyson. Nodding a quick thanks, Tyson moved to one of the ladders that served as a bridge over the moat to the mound of flowers. His breathing was heavy, but he had a job to do. And they would be done in moments.
Carefully using the footholds on the ladder to make his way over, he finally made it to solid ground and stopped for a moment. He bent down for a moment and tried to catch his breath, but the deeper he took air into his lungs, the more short of breath he felt. Finally abandoning the prospect of trying to catch his breath, he made his way to the hill of flowers and started to plant the charges. He watched Aya on top of the hill for a moment before he moved up.
“Aya?” He asked as be bent down to set another charge. With the thermite centered here and the other charges around, the room would be filled with fire. And then it would collapse in on itself. Anyone who would want to dig this place up again would only find charred remains, nothing they could use.
“Are you ok?” He asked Aya when he didn’t get a response the first time.
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