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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 1, 2012 16:50:02 GMT -5
Here in the West Wing you can find a bail bonds room connected to a messy, barricaded hallway that takes you to the old S.T.A.R.S. Meeting room. If you press on, you'll find a small landing that takes you to several other rooms: Evidence Room, Lieutenant's Office and a staircase leading to a blocked door and the door to the second floor. The undead here are heavy and strong in numbers.
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Post by madjackal on Nov 3, 2012 4:57:05 GMT -5
[Arkady entering west wing]
Arkady was away from those people, a direct contrast to what his objective was. But it was a brief reprieve, a chance to gather his thoughts and catch his breath. His grip became lax, loosened slightly on the handle of his paratroopers machete as he quietly traversed the narrow hallways. This place was a warzone; blood streaked walls, the lingering smell of decay and gunpowder, it carried that unmistakable tingle upon his lips, that burning acrid stench of rot and blood within his nose that not even his mask could help stifle it. But he did not falter, that was not him, he was not a coward he did not back down and as he looked ahead, he gripped the handle of his blade with strength and pressed forward, stepping across and over broken glass and wood.
These halls were narrow, cloistered; a claustrophobics worst nightmare, barely enough room for two people to squeeze on by and as he moved past the windows so poorly boarded up, he heard something soft, a lingering moan. He knew what it was, but curiosity took hold and he leaned in towards the darkness, peered through that inky darkness only to snap back, body thrust flat against the wall as hands burst forth from the black like some kind of nightmarish horror, fingers brushing and scraping against his clothing, spreading that filthy diseased blood of theirs. With a raised hand and a grunt, he brought the blade to bare, swung it down and cleaved through hands with a dull wet thwack. It sounded akin to beating a wet rug with a carpet beater. It brought to him a distant macabre reminder of watching his mother beat the dust from a rug when he was ten years old.
It took him roughly ten minutes of him gradually chopping his way through the forest of tangled arms and groping fingers before he reached a set of double doors and with a grunt and a shove, pushed the doors ajar and slipped inside and closed the door with a click. It was a little more peaceful in here, apart from the mess of papers. Though one stack did catch his attention and with the lull in tension and the relative safety of the room, he picked through the various reports detailing the movement of weapon and ammo stores around, patrol reports. But one in particular, this one was recent had caught his attention.
"Hhn, Licker. This is being helpful information! I am being careful from here on out then." Arkady took off his mask and with a deep breath, took in a suckling gasp of the stale air as he took a seat on a chair with a handful of the reports and began to quietly read through them. Reading through what must have been the last moments of these men and women who fought to protect, what was supposed to be a bastion of safety and security. "I am hoping to be finding at least one civilian here. Even one life protected, will make up for the two people I couldn't be saving."
Arkady leaned back, ran a sweat covered hand across his brow a haggard look spreading across his face. He was tired, beat down and exhausted. And slowly, he let his fatigue get to him, let him drift off into a shallow slumber as he dreamed of being back in Russia, enjoying a hot bowl of stew.
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Post by Darth Revan on Nov 3, 2012 11:29:23 GMT -5
-enter Chloe "Phoenix" Evans-
When Chloe slowly stepped out of the narrow hallway into the slight alcove before the entrance to the old S.T.A.R.S. meeting room, and away from the arms of the dead, she took a sigh of relief. Anyone who had gone through the U.S.S. training she had surpassed wouldn't feel an ounce of fear in these situations; yet she continued to be horrified every step of the way. Perhaps this made her more 'human' than her co-workers, but that didn't matter. Emotion in general would prevent her from accomplishing her task: to erase any trace of Umbrella in the city, and to eliminate all witnesses. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind. Someone, or something else had been traveling down the hallway opposite of the one she had escaped from minutes earlier, as the dead reaching for whomever had just begun to recede. Silence followed.
"Should I go in?" she asked herself while considering her options. If she entered the room, what would she do if there was another person within? Anyone else apart of ENDGAME would have simply offed them. Brushing across her forehead, she felt a trickle of sweat fall upon the back of her hand. In hindsight, she was like the dog in a pack of wolves; the innocent one in a group of murderers. "I'll just avoi-" she was cut off by the sounds of a hiss and a moan, along with a series of clicking coming from the hall she had entered from. She was unfortunately familiar with these sounds.
"For the love of God, please don't be what I'm expecting."[/color] she whispered to herself. Cautiously, she peered around the corner, scanning down the hall for what she expected to be there. Nothing appeared to be in the halls, but the clicking continued getting closer. Damnit, where the hell is it? she thought. Almost immediately afterwards, the clicking stopped. still unsure, she glanced around twice, still with no sign of anything. "Guess it went away."[/color] she said gently. Seconds after the words left her mouth she was on the ground with a licker on top of her. "S***!"[/color] she cursed.
Using all of her strength, she struggled keeping the licker from biting her, as well as decapitating her with its razor-sharp tongue. Desperately, she reached for her combat knife and jerked it out of its sheath and stabbed the licker in the back. The monster screeched as if in pain, and leaped off her and onto the wall above her. With a second screech, it lashed its tongue at Chloe. Instinctively, Chloe rolled forward, missing the tongue by inches. Drawing her MP5, she fired in three short bursts at the monsters head, hitting her target all three times. One final screech followed, and the creature dropped to the ground, dead.
Shaking her hand as the adrenaline continued to flow through her system, Chloe let out another large sigh. Her victory was short lived, however, as two more lickers had been attracted to the sound of gunfire. "Damnit!"[/color] she angrily shouted, as she backed into the doorway to the meeting room. Though she could likely kill them both alone, there wasn't enough distance between her and the lickers for her to take advantage of. With slight hesitation, she burst through the doors into the meeting room.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 3, 2012 15:21:59 GMT -5
Brezhnev and his men entered the hallway slowly, weapons at the ready. He knew he should have shot the man on sight....not given him the option. Danilov(NPC) and Gradenko(NPC) moved ahead of the General as they entered into a long hallway. Before them, a few bodies littered the floor, each with bullet wounds to the head.
It was then that they heard the gunshots. Three bursts from an automatic weapon...followed by the low, rasping growls of the mutants that were known as 'Lickers'. Perfect.
The soldiers took positions around the door and listened carefully to what they could hear through the walls.
"Dammit!" shouted a female voice, followed by the sound of bursting into a set of doors.
Brezhnev continued to listen in with his men.
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Post by madjackal on Nov 3, 2012 17:08:14 GMT -5
The peace of his silent slumber was shattered by the sounds of automatic gunfire as Arkady stood up, eyes wide open and alert as he reached down with his free hand and retrieved his pistol. Most curiously a woman had burst through the door and he soon saw why; creatures, like the ones described in the report where chasing her and without hesitation, snapped his right arm up and fired a burst from his handgun at the closest threat. The rounds tore through the first creature like a knife through butter as it detached from the ceiling and with a screech, slammed into a cluster of chairs.
A follow up burst saw to it that the thing would never get up again he snapped into his third burst, aimed to dislodge the beast from the ceiling but his aim was a little off. The shots grazed it's exposed brain and flesh but thankfully, it still had the intended effect of halting the creature for a brief moment before it turned it's head towards the new transgressor and launched it's tongue with the intent of piercing Arkady through the heart. But that would not happen, at least not today; Arkady still had his mission, had his goals to achieve and not even the god or the devil would stop him.
A sharp, deep pivot centred at his waist saw to it that the tongue slipped past but only just barely as it still caught his uniform, tore a nice hole in it, exposing a hastily bandaged wound underneath. The creature followed up with a lunge and despite Arkady's young age and general inexperience, still reacted quickly to the attack with a quickly pivoting side-step, his foot leaving the ground in a sharp arc as he brought it back down sharply, the heel of his boot catching the creature hard on the back. It was a quick witted counter attack, but not one that was worth much, as the creature was already back up and on the attack. Arkady had to give the thing points for tenacity but it wasn't exactly original or....capable of much beyond lashing with it's tongue, lunging or swiping with it's claws.
"Hey! can you be shooting this thing now!?" Arkady had switched from the offensive to the distinctly defensive as he kept some distance from the thing, avoiding it's tongue, lunges and follow up slashes. He wasn't in a position to use his handgun, not at this distance anyways, and while he could try using his knife, he didn't want to risk getting disemboweled by a lucky swipe. "I am being very thankful if you are to be killing it now!"
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Post by Darth Revan on Nov 3, 2012 18:33:08 GMT -5
Moments after she burst into the meeting room, Chloe heard the sound of gunfire echoing around her. When she turned around, she saw the man she predicted would be in here firing at one of the two Lickers. He appeared to have killed the first with relative ease. However, when he turned to fire at the next one, he missed his target. Raising her weapon, Chloe tried to find an opportunity to finish off the second licker, but couldn't find an opportunity to fire without hitting the man. Should I just kill them both?[/color] she thought. I would definitely save me some trouble.[/color] No, she couldn't kill him, how could she? He may have just saved her life. What kind of person would she to murder her rescuer?
"Hey! Can you be shooting this thing now!?" the man spoke to her.
As the man began gaining distance from the Licker, she focused her aim at its head. With a screech, the creature pounced at the young man. Before the monster could reach its target, it was hit by a well-timed shot to the head from Chloe's MP5, splattering its blood across the wall, and hit the ground, sliding until it was only a few inches from the man. A bright-red pool of blood surrounded the corpse of the beast. "Gotcha."[/color] she mumbled, her words hardly audible.
After making sure both of the Lickers were dead, she scanned the meeting room. Reports and other papers littered the floor, desks were overturned, and blood stained both the floors and the walls. Despite its appearance, Chloe concluded that the area was safe, at least for now.
Glancing back at the man, she noticed that he appeared to be rather young, looking to be around his early-mid twenties, like herself. When she spotted the Umbrella symbol on his clothing, Chloe recognized that he was likely just U.B.C.S., nothing fancy. He had probably underwent some of the same training that she had, but a considerably smaller amount. Often, the U.S.S. mocked the U.B.C.S. for believing that Umbrella found them important. In reality, the U.B.C.S. were just mercenaries and hired guns, while the U.S.S. were the elite units.
"You okay?"[/color] Chloe asked, no longer worried. Though he wouldn't be able to recognize her as an Umbrella employee due to the secrecy of the U.S.S., because he was associated with Umbrella, Chloe wouldn't have to eliminate him. Not that she would anyways, but it justified her keeping him alive. Perhaps he might even prove to be a worthy asset.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 3, 2012 19:12:19 GMT -5
As they listened to the scuffle, Brezhnev heard the sound of Arkady's voice. As far as Brezhnev was concerned, Arkady was a defeatist...a man who had given up on the ideal society....and as such deserved to die a traitor's death. His hand clenched the grip of his rifle as he and his men moved up the hallway slowly.
As they rounded the corner, they spotted the corpses of the beasts that had attacked....and the back of a woman dressed in USS gear.
More corporate dogs....how many must I find in this city... Brezhnev thought to himself. Already he was in the service of one capitalist....one that shared his tastes...but a capitalist none the less, and now he had two lost dogs of the very definition of the decadence of the West. Brezhnev and his men pushed back as quietly as they could around the corner. It would be fool hearty to make themselves known at this point in time. He and his men were not counting on a second party....not for another soldier. This would require some tactics. Brezhnev's mind began to work on a means to work this in his favor as he and his men listened in.
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Post by madjackal on Nov 3, 2012 21:51:09 GMT -5
She was quick on the draw, the final beast was dead and Arkady breathed a sigh of relief. "I am being okay now. Thank you." But for the moment Arkady was a little more quiet, voice going low; paranoid or just extremely careful, one couldn't be quite sure. "But you are to be listening now." He took a brief pause, eyes closing shut tight for a minute before opening again. "There are some men being around in the station, dangerous; Russians like myself, but not being like me; Remnants of the communist party. I'm almost certain of this, not to be trusted at all costs. Shot and killed two civilians."
He took another brief pause again as he set his knife on a nearby chair, ejected the magazine from his pistol and checked the contents within; Eight shots left out of eighteen. Acceptable for the most part, but still disconcerting after noting how many shots it took to effectively...kill one of those creatures. He was going to need to find something with a little more boom, if any more of those things were lurking around the station. "I am Sergeant Arkady Markovic, Umbrella Biohazard countermeasure services and you are being?"
It was a simple question as he cracked his neck from side to side, adjusted the gasmask around his neck and took another deep breath of the acrid, dusty air and looked back towards the door. Wariness apparent in his eyes, the look of someone who's been awake for far too long, fighting and killing and butchering these things. All for naught, and even now he was beginning to think that maybe he was in the wrong part of town. "I am thinking we are needing to find our way out of the police station. Though, maybe finding some more common place weaponry; my equipment isn't exactly being...common."
The rifle itself in particular wasn't something you'd find readily around the united states; it was a warsaw pact weapon, designed to be used by special forces and counter-terrorist units in Russia. Large heavy, sub-sonic bullets capable of punching through heavy body armor. Definitely something he had to save in case he found anything tougher than those skinless beasts. "Any idea where we are to being headed?"
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Post by Darth Revan on Nov 4, 2012 1:49:56 GMT -5
"Russians? What the hell are they doing here?"[/color] Chloe asked the man. She shivered at the thought of having to deal with Russians. For the most part, Russians could come in a variety of forms: Spetsnaz, beefy boxers, or homeless vagrants. Out of those three, only the Spetsnaz made any logical sense, and they were both deadly and exceptionally efficient. Unfortunately for her, Chloe could only guess what they were after. From experience, she could guess that they likely were sent to eliminate any Umbrella operatives; Spetsnaz typically didn't enjoy the assassination of their comrades. Secret warfare was a nasty business, with fewer allies than fingers. If what the man said was true, then she'd need to stick with him for quite sometime.
"Call me Phoenix, apart of U.S. Special Ops sent as soon as the outbreak hit."[/color] Chloe replied to his question with a lie, but not something unbelievable. Her attire proved that she was more than just a civilian, but she was here for different reasons than the government. Not wanting to linger longer on her lie, she quickly changed the topic. "You're apart of the U.B.C.S.? What's your mission?"[/color] Though she had already known of his occupation, Chloe did learn that the man was a sergeant in the U.B.C.S. Not like his rank mattered. While the group held such a high record in successful missions, it wasn't without a cost; the casualty rate on U.B.C.S. missions was off the charts. One U.B.C.S. can have a list of casualties larger than the amount of U.S.S. operatives killed in a year. However, something bothered Chloe, but she couldn't quite put it into words. Perhaps she was just being skeptical.
"I'm doubting we can find any new weaponry for you in the station."[/color] she stated. "Scavengers likely took anything that the cops hadn't used themselves."[/color]
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 4, 2012 11:02:43 GMT -5
"Russians? What the hell are they doing here?"
Brezhnev couldn't make out what had been said to inspire the woman to ask that question, but if he had to guess, it was Arkady briefing her on his men being in the station. He motioned for Danilov and Gradenko to fall back. He knew all he really needed to know....and it was time to call in the others.
We make war so that we may ensure that we can live in peace
These words of the ancient philosopher came to his mind as he and his two men entered back into the previous hallway, away from the double doors leading into the conference room.
"All units, West Wing, first floor. Targets acquired....one male, one female. Armed. Regroup on Conference room."
Brezhnev broadcast this to his men who had been scouring the station for Arkady. Once his men arrived, he would make his presence known to both Arkady and the woman....and they would see where fate took them from there.
Fools are the only beings on Earth who will get all that they deserve. Brezhnev thought to himself. But....are we the fools? Is it we that will never find our place in this world? Will the need for our boundless slaughter ever find an end? If not....then what? Am I wrong-
Brezhnev stopped that line of thought. He had no time to second guess his actions or himself. To second guess himself would breed a disheartening in the hearts and minds of his men...and that is the last thing he needed. His men were loyal....to the end.....be it bitter or otherwise. They had lived in the the glory of the radiance of their superiors....been cast down like false idols after the fall of their way of life....lived in the darkness and uncertainty of a Capitalist land....it was only when they used the force that they had been trained to use that they found the life that they wanted to live. When they had taken the base in the Ukraine....when they had liberated their brothers and sisters from the shame of following to the drum of weak minded men....they had found their purpose....the restoration of the Soviet way of life, the resurrection of the Age of Fear.
Fear...yes....fear.....that last bastion that hides the true nature of a man.....the final hiding place before you see what he is....
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Post by madjackal on Nov 8, 2012 19:23:58 GMT -5
"My mission as of oh eight hundred hours, is to secure any civilian assets and to help with the clean up of any "biohazardous materials," the secondary object was being a total failure." He added on with a grim look on his face, he really did look tired and worn out; a bit angry even as he stared at the doorway then back to Chloe with a glimmer in his eye as he snapped his handgun up towards her, and seemingly barked out an order that sounded quite insane, paranoid and definitely without basis. "W-wait, what is this being on your arm?! Are you bitten!?"
The handgun was cocked and ready, aimed just a bit over her chest; a shot for the trachea. But as he quieted down once more, he began to silently mouth something else, his free hand pointing at his eyes before jabbing that same hands index towards the door, simple tactical hand signs, not exactly something you'd casually find being used by grunts, he was definitely something a bit more than that, something that required cooperation and most importantly a very distinct lack of verbal communication. But still he made one final,
"Listen, I am going to fire two shots to your right, please be keeping your weapon trained on the door - kill anyone that is not wearing a UBCS outfit, police uniform or anyone that's a civilian. Military targets only," he mouthed almost silently, his voice sounding harsh and subdued. As he raised the handgun once again and shouted once more. "Get back! I am ordering you to be getting back away against the wall! I will shoot, do you understand me? I said get back!" With a quick jerk of his arm, there were two shots fired, the bullets impacting with the floor before he quickly moved his aim and his pistol towards the door.
Maybe he was being paranoid but.....he wasn't going to take any chances. Not today, not with his life and her own life potentially on the line here. It was better to be safe than to be sorry, and to always hope for the best and prepare for the worst. With that in mind, he tightened the grip on his weapon.
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Post by Darth Revan on Nov 12, 2012 13:38:38 GMT -5
Though she was slightly confused by the man's spontaneous change in attitude, Chloe understood what was going on. Apparently, he expected someone to come from around the doorway; she herself hadn't heard anything. As he told her, she raised her weapon and aimed it at the doorway. If it was the Russians he had warned her about, she wasn't sure it would make much of a difference. They were Spetsnaz. For all she knew, they could be armed with anything.
Time ticked by with her aiming her weapon at them. When Arkady fired two shots at the ground behind her, she gritted her teeth. Today had been strange enough. Separated from her team, she was now working with people who weren't even supposed to know she was here. Oh well, she thought. They won't know about this.
OOC: Sorry, I know it's a tiny post, but I was in a hurry, and I didn't have a whole lot to work with.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 12, 2012 21:43:31 GMT -5
Brezhnev heard the shouting and the preceding gunshots. Maybe the soldier did understand the meaning of survival. It was commendable....almost.
"In position, from the north." a voice said over Brezhnev's radio.
As he clicked his radio for acknowledgement, Danilov tapped him on the shoulder, indicating that the others were coming up on the rear.
"We are coming up to target." Brezhnev said into the radio. With that, he and his men began to converge on the conference room. The Spetsnaz soldiers moved silently through the tattered hallway, their weapons at the ready. One group took immediate position near the conference room, while Brezhnev and the soldiers with him remained at off to the side. The three man fire team near the conference room prepared themselves to enter the room, weapons at the ready.
OOC: I will leave it up to you two on how these NPC grunts fair in the coming firefight. Have some fun with them.
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Post by madjackal on Nov 20, 2012 15:03:10 GMT -5
Violence and war changed men, power corrupted. Everything was wrong yet, Arkady could help but grin like a mad idiot as he brought his own weapon to bare against the entrance. His rest could wait.... bloodshed was nigh and he had this glimmer in his eye, deranged yet calm and focused. It wasn't often that he took a human life, Arkady preferred if he could avoid it but...these people were self-proclaimed monsters, why should he reason or talk to them if they claimed to be worse than those mindless cannibalistic beasts?
He shouldn't. That was the grim truth behind it, Arkady shouldn't and he wouldn't, give them a damned inch as he quickly lurched off to the side of the room, fingers hastily stuffing the handgun into it's holster. Best to give the rifle the full attention it rightly deserves and boy, would Arkady give it the full attention it rightly deserved. After all, to err on the side of caution was something only a human would do as he glanced over to the women and gave a thumbs up before dragging that same thumb quickly across his neck.
"Lyubaya missiya, v lyuboye vremya, v lyubom meste!" He muttered under his breath, a sense of pride in the words as the men rounded the corner, quietly as they could. The look on their face as the first shot tore from his rifle. It was eerily quiet, like a popgun, a children's toy yet the death it dealt, was all too real. The shot struck the man in the abdomen, caused him to jerk back from the impact, his rifle spraying wide and far of Arkady. Who in the meantime took the liberty to shoot the same man three more times, each time he jerked back as those slow, heavy rounds brute forced their way through his vest before dropping dead on the ground with a sickeningly dull thud.
"Life is being precious, and is to be preserved and cherished. I am not fighting here to kill, I am fighting to protect and damn anyone who get's the hell in my way!" A soft spot has been touched, they could have driven those two people away. They were ignorant..... of what? of what these men were doing here. See, this is the sort of quandary and conundrum that confused and bewildered Arkady. Was he mad? possibly. Was he doing the right thing? Questionable at best, but, sometimes a few eggs had to be broken in the name of progress and violence against ones fellow man..
They were focused on Arkady now, no hesitation, as they raised their weapons. Typical monsters. Focus on the only threat within your views. Ignore the meek little mouse, become Goliath for even a second, and even the lowliest David will bring you down. "Come then comrades! Shoot me, pull the triggers that you've become so enthralled with, so consumed with, that the only thing that awaits you is a cold, worm filled grave."
(tossing the baton over to Revan)
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Post by fuchikoma1993 on Feb 26, 2013 22:01:58 GMT -5
galeck enters the west wing
"HELLO?" "IS there anyone there?" *sheaths his .45cal and pulls out his 30-30 rifle from the shoulder sling*
*checks the chamber* "hmmm good i have not fired this yet but i might need to 17-rounds.......good"
(he quickly runs forward hearing gun shots and Russians) "wait why are there 3?......damn i better hurry im way to far behind to talk to the one that im looking for" he keeps running Yelling Arkady? ARKADY where are you? i need to talk to you !"
ka clunk ka-clunk
Galeck:?
Ka-clunk SMASH
NPC(nemesis):STAAAAAARRRS
GALECK: 0.0 OH s***
*gets ready *
BANG KA_CHINK BANG KA_CHINK
Nemesis: Brah Brah STARSS
Galeck: FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKK
*runs around him* Up the STAIRS
Nemesis: *jumps* Crash starts standing up
GALECK runs faster
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