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Post by thegunny on Sept 18, 2008 16:16:33 GMT -5
Swift stopped right as the doors shut and the moon/star light disappeared, bathing the inards of the chamber in dark. He dropped to a crouch immediately as lights flickered back on, scanning around him before looking up and seeing the man. He had the shoe pulled back, powered up for a throw, as if he had a grenade. It was probably both futile and embarrassing, but that was the only thing he could think to do. He had stopped breathing--- then he started again, taking a deep breath as he saw it was a statue. Swift stood up again and looked over his shoulder saying
Hey! You guys! Get that guy and follow a bit behind me, like, 20 meters? Yards? What ever you use. I'm heading up.
Swift slipped up to the stairs and then started to descend them cautiously and quietly
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Post by Gunman543 on Sept 19, 2008 19:39:19 GMT -5
Don watched the one man take command, and shrugged as he grabbed the guy who was down and out. "Alright, I got him. Names G, you got one?" He was bringing the guy along as he followed up the stairs, but was cautious as he went, watching for anything that could either be useful or problematic. He kept a brisk pace, despite carrying a second person, and waited for either a response or something to happen.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 20, 2008 23:18:14 GMT -5
As Swift went down the stairs, the door of the sphere opened up. Inside were several seats, as well as a lever. It looked inviting, comfortable.
(Sorry, not much to do till you all get into the sphere.)
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Post by Kan on Sept 20, 2008 23:26:55 GMT -5
The Unconscious young man on the other man's shoulder groans, a soft "Dad" can be heard from his mouth before he grows silent once again.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 21, 2008 9:01:13 GMT -5
Swift scratched his chin and stared at what was before him.
What the hell, is this Disney land or something? What kind of friggin burnt out light house is this?
Swift glanced around and realized they were safe. The sphere led down, obviously. Maybe it led down like an elevator to a furnace area or somewhere where they could light something and heat up the building and themselves. Swift waved for the others to follow and stepped in
Think this is worth a shot, eh? Whats the worst that can happen? Get shipped off to the bowels of hell?
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Post by Gunman543 on Sept 21, 2008 10:35:35 GMT -5
Don ignored the murmerings that the unconcious man had made,and gave a half hearted grin when Swift made the comment. "Heh, I seriously doubt that, but who knows. It could happen I guess." Setting the guy in a seat, Don sat and waited for the ride to get started.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 27, 2008 7:37:32 GMT -5
As the group entered the sphere and got seated, the door closed. From the window in front of them, they saw that they were heading under water. From signs outside, they saw that they went down 26 fathoms. They went on a linier path, smooth moving, when the window went white. A projector played and a man could be heard speaking. The images playing were in the style of outrageous cartoons, all pertaining to what was being said.
"I am Andrew Ryan. And I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No' says the man in Washington, it belongs to the poor. 'No' says the man in the Vatican, it belongs to God. 'No' says the man in Moscow, it belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the immpossible. I chose...Rapture!"
As these last words were said, the projector faded and the men could see out the window again. Before them, they saw a grand city. It's lights could be seen even through the darkness of the ocean sea. It had countless buildings and structures, all connected with a series of tubes. It was breathtaking, magnificent to look at. It was Rapture.
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"Come on you bi*ch..." Nicholas muttered, aiming his revolver in the dark. He stood at the entry bathosphere station, and had been followed by a Spider Splicer. She was toying with him, and she was pis*ed. He had unloaded several loads from his .38, and had hit her several times. The bullets had not killed her or even done much to slow her down. They only made her angry, on top of the lust she had for the taste of his blood.
"I'mmmmm coming to get youuuuuuu..." A disembodies female voice spouted.
"Ya? Come on then!" He shouted with an american accent. He fired three shots, and then scanned the area. He was down to three rounds. He knew there was no walking away from this. No way these three shots would kill her.
It was then that he saw her. Not her, but the twin glow's from her hooks. "I'mmmm going to enjoy your blood..." She wispered, the sound traveling the distance easily.
"Then come and get it, you bi*ch!" He yelled, firing the last three rounds. All connected. The Splicer screamed and jumped foreward. Nicholas ran, and swung the butt of his revolver. He got in one last blow as she stuck the hooks through his chest and rammed him into the bathosphere that had arrived moments ago.
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"Come on, Jerry!" Atlas yelled. They were at a full run now, trying to catch up to Nicholas. They had heard his shots, and knew that that couldnt be good. Nicholas was probably dead now, but they couldnt just leave him without knowing. That, and they had to meet the people in the sphere. But, it looked as if the way was blocked. Theyd have to find a way around, and that was easier said than done.
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The speech continued as the sphere continued on its path abover and through Rapture.
"A city where the artist would not fear the cencer. Where the scientist would not be bound my petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well."
As the speech ended, the sphere was going up another tube. It stopped in a large room, where a man could be seen from behind.
"I'mmmmm coming to get youuuuuuu..." A female voice said.
"Ya? Come on then!" The man yelled, and fired three shots into the darkness.
A glowing light could be seen, and the wispered words of "I'mmmm going to enjoy your blood..." could be heard.
"Then come and get it, you bi*ch!" He yelled, and fired three shots. The glowing light lunged at the man, and a figure could be seen. The man was thrown against the glass of the sphere, and killed. He fell to the ground, and the figure looked into the sphere. A woman, they could tell in the dim light. She said nothing, simply looked inside. After a few moments, she screamed and hit the glass of the sphere. It held. She screamed again and jumped, her weight making a thumping sound on top of the sphere. Pounding could be heard, and then a hole appered at the top of the sphere. The lights went out, the hole sparked with blue electricity, and then all was silent.
The door opened, and a voice could be heard from inside the sphere. From a radio on the wall.
"Would you kindly pick up that short wave radio?" It said in a thick irish accent.
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Post by Gunman543 on Sept 27, 2008 7:50:07 GMT -5
Don looked over at the radio, and then the dead man, and walked over to the radio and picked it up. He looked at the radio and then spoke into it. "Hello? Who is this?" Don was very confused right now, and trying to ignore the dead man and the women that had ruthlessly murdered him. If this Rapture was nothing more than a gathering of murderers. thieves, and gunmen than he wouldnt want to stay long.
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Post by Kan on Sept 27, 2008 18:06:26 GMT -5
The young man coughs loudly before darting up in his seat, his eyes wide open and a confused look on his face. In a southern accent he exclaims, "What the hell?! Where am I?!" he looks around the Bathosphere, "Who the hell are you people?" he half shouts, his memory clouded, the last thing he knew was being on the plane, relaxing.
He groans as he holds his head in his hands and falls back down onto the seat, his legs weak still from the climb.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 27, 2008 18:58:57 GMT -5
Swift subconsciously reached out for the radio despite the other man being closer to it, blinking by how hard it was for him to pull back and stop grabbing for it when another man grabbed it. He glanced nervously back from his seat out the door, standing up and getting into a hand to hand fighting stance, mumbling
F***ing A.... shes worse then my Ex, and she was a friggin she-devil....
Swift scans the area out front of the bathosphere out the door, whispering quietly to the man who just woke up
We crashed with you, be quiet. Shhhhhh
The door was open now, and Swift had an aching sensation in the pit of his stomach that told him to be silent, to meld into the shadows and mesh with the walls of the bathosphere, and what ever he does.... don't leave.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 27, 2008 19:34:32 GMT -5
"My name is Atlas." The voice on the radio said. "We dont have time for fiddle fu*king around. You have to make it to cover right now. I can guarantee that your arrival has garnered all sorts of attention. One more thing. Have you seen Nicholas? He was supposed to meet you there at the sphere." The voice asked, a bit of hope that his friend may still be alive.
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Post by Gunman543 on Sept 27, 2008 19:42:39 GMT -5
"If your talking about the guy who is currently splattered, then he is no longer alive. Im sorry about that, but some freak girlie with these hooks is currently out there, and none of us have anything except our fists. Where do we need to go to get somewhere safe ASAP." Don didnt know why he was listining to the voice so loyally, but he naturally wanted to trust this Atlas on the other end of the line. He wished he had his monkey wrench in his tool kit, but there wasnt enough room for it, at least he hefted the kit and could use it as a unweildy club or at least chuck it at whatever was out there.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 28, 2008 0:18:25 GMT -5
Silence filled the air, the only sound being the breathing of the men and static from the radio. A sudden crash could be heard from the radio, as well as someone screaming "Goddam*it!" Heavy breathing came, and then the voice continued.
"Your gonna have to find weapons of some sort, first off. Second, your going to have to get to cover. Nicholas had a revolver, but I dont know if he had any rounds left. If any of you know how to use a gun, I suggest one of you pick it up now. You may find some bullets later. Look around. Theres so much godda*mn debris and wreakage there, you should find some pipes or rocks or something. When you do, follow the path through and be weary. Your plane crashing caused a lot of stir down here."
Around the men, they could see a number of items. First and foremost, lying several feet from his body was Nicholas' pistol. It was out of rounds, as Atlas thought, but it would still be useful later on. In addition, broken pipes and such layed around in a mess of debris around the room and hallway that the sphere emptied out into.
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Atlas looked over to Jager and sighed. He shook his head when someone on the radio talked about Nicholas. Bout how he had been killed by a Spider Splicer, by the sounds of it. He sighed and slammed his fist into the wall, prompting a small jolt of electricity to arc from his closed fist. "Goddam*it!" He yelled in anger, and quickly regained his composure. He crossed himself with his left hand and went back onto the radio. After telling them what to do, he started walking toward the bathosphere station.
He and Jager were on the second floor, and should be able to bypass the obstruction if the stairs were still in order. From there, it would be a short walk through to find them, if they took off on their own on the one way path, that was.
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Post by Kan on Sept 28, 2008 0:36:51 GMT -5
The young man, Adam, manages to make it out of the bathosphere a split second before the others, needing some air, and still not knowing what is going on, but he did know one thing from listening, something was really messed up round here.
Adam's eyes caught the revolver on the floor, and he instinctively grabbed it, the cool metal pressing against his skin, he knew how to the hold and use the small weapon, something anyone worth their salt in in south should know how to do. He checked the drum and found it empty. He looks at the others behind him and those looking for weapons themselves, "What the hell is going on here, last thing I remember is sitting on the plane, now I am in some war torn place, with odd water pools in it" he says outloud, now fully aware and alert.
Since there are no rounds in the pistol he tucks it in the back of his pants, before grabbing a pipe laying on the ground.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 29, 2008 22:26:40 GMT -5
Jager stares at Atlas's reaction to the news of the death of their comrade, and stares at him seriously in thought. For him emotional discipline was a must, and as their leader, Atlas would have to be able to make heartless decisions when it came to his pawns if he was to change rapture. Pawns, cards, chips, assets... showing remorse or anger for the death of his men is a good reaction, as long as it didn't get out of hand and began to effect his role as the master mind. Jager nods and says in thickly accented English, his tone intimidating and gruff
lets get going.
Jager Hefted the Grenade launcher he held and remained aware of his surroundings as they moved
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Swift stepped out of the bathysphere, and says in a quiet voice
The light house led down here through that.. that sphere... We three need to sit down and talk about who we are and what talents are in when we get the chance.
Swift reaches down and picks up a lead pipe as well, glancing out of his peripheral vision at the revolver Adam picked up. Swift grunted silently and looked away, ignoring it. Adam could keep it, but if he had the only gun amongst the three of them and wasn't using the ammunition they might fund satisfactorily, they would definitely need to change who has the firearm. Hopefully they could get more firearms and ammunition when they get the chance. Swift speaks up again, glancing all around
I'm going to scout ahead, you guys follow. Stay back 5 meters again. If that.. that thing attacks me, rush up and cover me.
(Got tired, couldn't add more to it. Sorry. I'm done for the night)
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