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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 19, 2009 15:34:29 GMT -5
Seth looked the man over and sighed. "Don't call me sir, I'm not your superior. NADAS would like to think Art and I are members but really we're just informants that get involved here and there. But in my mind they owe us so I accept they rank they gave me." Soon the road turned into sand and he kicked in the four wheel drive. He looked back. "One of you two get on that gun. I want the other on binoculars, we're facing something all to new here." With that said the two clammered about as he drove up the first dune.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm being stupid and not thinking straight. But if it wern't for wrecklace idiots like me we would never make headway now would we." He then looked ove rthe sands with worry. Not much of a plan yet. Just capture the damsell in distress, kill the big boss and hopefully free the slaves. Otherwise I'm flying blind here Travis. Hope that doesn't scare you all too much. Though I suppose you all are looking for recomendations to Wade back in New Haven." The quiet answered his question. He then flipped out his phone and looked at the tracker. They were far behind and it was still moving. "Well Travis, who are you and what can you do?" He asked swerving to avoid a large skeleton of some unknown animal.
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When the bus came to a stop all of the soldiers stood up andbegan forcing the civilians onto their feet. There was lots of crying and confusion as people were struck and forced to move. Soon Art was yanked up violently out of her seat from the back of the bus and forced to the front with the others as she woke up.
The zombified soldiers spoke in a strange tougne Art could seldom understand given her backgrounjd in archiology. The second she stepped out of the bus the heat hit her like a wall almost causing her to collapse like those before her. When she refused to move one of the guards stuck her down into the sand. Immediately an overseer called out and things went quiet. A tall dark man soon approached Art with a decrotive mask. Taking her face in hand he looked over her features, turned back and said something with an astonished tone. Suddenly the guards all took a step back as the overseer approached the guard who struck her.
They immediately began arguing, the guard on the defesive and it quickly ended with im being surrounded by two other guards and with the command of the overseer he was shot down in cold blood. Looking to Art the overseer extended his hand asking her to follow politely.
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Post by Reaper on Mar 19, 2009 16:07:11 GMT -5
Art was a bit hesitant on taking the man's hand. She looked around at all the followers that were with him, and then to the body that laid on the ground. She sighed a bit as she hung her head. Closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to contemplate on what to do. She could run, but she wouldn't get to far not in this heat and on foot. Then there were the slaves to take into consideration. If she ran what would the outcome be for them. "It looks like I don't really have a choice," she said as she looked back up at the man.
Out numbered, out gunned, and way out in the middle of who knows where. She sighed again as she took his hand and he helped her to her feet. The heat out in the desert was almost like a hellish heat, just made her realize how much she wasn't missing her geology classes or becoming an archaeologist. She followed him to what looked to be like an excavation site at one point. The shade from the tents brining the temperature down just a bit, not not all to much. "Where are we going?" she asked as she looked up at the man that she had been following. Glancing back at the people that had come on the buss with her. Almost baffled as to why she was being treated so much more different then them.
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"I have a military background," he said with almost a plain and simple tone. "Going in recklessly and without giving much thought to it makes missions a bit more interesting. Not to mention if things go wrong you already know that your going to improvise. Where as if you have a plan and things go wrong it screws you up," he explained as he ruffled threw his weapons for a moment. Pulling out his main semi-automatic weapon. He looked up into the desert as he fiddle with the ventilation system. "Boy's it's going to get a bit warm in here. That way by time we actually have to get outside none of you will get sick on our boss here," he said as he looked back.
Turning to look at Seth he grinned slightly. "A woman is always the way to go if your risking your life for something," he said as he pulled out a picture of his family. "There with family, I know there safe. To be honest she was the one that told me to come. She said that family comes first, but if we have the ability to protect humanity then she would stand behind me one hundred percent. Ha . . . she's one of the meanest flight captains I ever met. Fell instantly in love with her. She chose to stay with the kids while I go play Cowboy Troy," he said with a laugh. "Though I'd probably be in you shoe's right now if anything happened to any of them. So, Seth, I will back you one hundred percent in helping you get your girl back."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 20, 2009 23:42:42 GMT -5
"We also have a job to do. Don't let me forget that or I will." He then looked back at the other two. They were young. Barely twenty. Times had gotten hard since the virus hit the market, especially for underdevoloped companies. A glint came to his eyes when he spotted the busses tracks. Swerving the vehicle he put away his tracker and took chase. "This is a weird setup though. Mummies and all. I'd like to know what the heck is going on. This isn't Las Plagas so the situation makes no sence. It's definately not the T-Virus so Umbrella might not even be involved. Who knows...I just hunt the d@mn things." Suddenly the earth began shuttering causing the jeep to shake. He heard commotion from those in back. Looking out he saw the sands part before them. "Sh*t!" He explained as he turned hard coming to the left side of the tacks.
Soon, out from the sands climed a large scaled worm with rows of jaged teeth. It was at least the length of five busses but it was hard to tell as it dove in and out of the sand. "SOMEONE GET ON THE GUN! THAT'S A F*CKING BOW IF I EVER SAW ONE!" Suddenly a shadow fell over the jeep as the creachers body came up over from behind them. Hitting the breaks its head dived feet from the jeeps nose as he turned the wheel and gunned away. Pulling out his revolver he steered with his legs as he replaced the ammo in his revolver.
"We can't keep this up." Seth said switching gears. Finding a straight path, though out of their way he took off. Just as he was reaching speeds of 80, the worm crawled out with an explosion of sand to the right of them. Seth watched as it turned it's neck to face them. Raising his revolver and driving with one hand he fired three shots into the base of its forehead. The speacial shells exploded on impact causing it to hesitate getting them out of range though it was quick to peruse. "Do we have any explosives?"
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As Art followed the soldiers with decorative armor into the tent, it soon lead through a stone gateway and into a tample. Inside was a buried pyramid with markings on the wall. The entire place shined like new with brightly burning torches. Through the hallways vaces and gold statues could be seen. Suddenly they came to a heavy door with two armed men that stopped them. They argued heatedly and soon without warning one bent Art head down exposing the back of her nexk to the two. They then stepped back supprised and looked to an image on the wall of a woman standing next to a king with wings on her neck. Kneeling they opened the door.
Pushing Art through they began descending a staircase into a large throne room. A large fire ranged in the center and in the back was a large statue of a man god with an aracnid form. Down below was a council which quickly took notice and parted. When they a dark skinned seven foot tall man stepped forward. He was dressed in gold and silk and wore a metallic headress with embedded jems. Once again dialog was shared. When the tall man who appeared to be in charge sounded as if he was acusing them the men turned Art around and lowered the back of her collar showing off her tattooe. Suddenly they all went quiet. After a few moments the king raged out, raising his staff and striking the two soldiers making them unhand Art. Turning her back around he stepped forward looming over her. He smiled and raised his hands in rejoice.
[translating] "My Queen has arrived at last. Praise this day!" He then clapped his hands and pointed to a few women servants in the corner then looked at a few of his counclers and guards. "Bath her, get her some proper cloths and see that she is fed. Take her to the sleeping chamber, I will be with her after I speak with the troops. Keep her under guard, her memory has most likely dissapeared over the ages." Taking hold of her chin he looked into her eyes. "We will usher in a new era my love." With that said he left as a team of servants and guards escorted Art to the pool room where they would begin getting her prepared.
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Post by Reaper on Mar 21, 2009 1:12:32 GMT -5
Art looked up almost atonished as to what she was hearing. Not everything she could make out, but enough of it worried her. She looked around the room as she was being lead into another. Her mouth dropped at the site of the bath or more so for her a pool. Flowered pots lined the room and rose pettels flowered the water. She looked as several women entered form a side room carrying a verity of things. Before she had time to argue she was stripped of her present cloths and pratically thrown in the bath. She struggled a bit before she blushed slightly as they started scrubbing her back and washing her. "I don't need this," she growled as she tried to jerk away, but they wouldn't allow it. She sighed heavily as she finally gave in finding it to be quite easer on her when she did. When they finished she was wrapped in the most confortable silk robe she had felt. After which she was lead around for several minutes until she came to a large chamber. Up against one wall was a large bed with what looked to be silk satain sheets. To the right was a large balcony window that over looked the vast desert. She could feel the heat as she walked into the room, but it was a lot better than being out in the sun. She was lead to a chair where one of the women started drying and fixing her hair, and other did what she hadn't felt in a long time. It was almost like she was in a spa getting a manicure and a pedicure done. When she was done the helped her dress, and by time she was done she didn't even reconize herself in the mirror. She had never gone this far, and she had never worn anything like this before. She looked around the room as the women left and several more entered with food. She was hesitant on eating, and for the time she would leave it be. Just as quickly as they had come they had left and she was left along Art looked around the room before walking over to the balcony and looking out over the desert. It would be difficult, but she needed to escape. Though looking at the drop from the balcony that would be impossible. She sighed a bit as she walked over to the bed and sat down trying her best to figure a way out. She knew Seth would come, but she didn't want to make it any harder on him then it was. ------------------------------------------------------------ Travis nodded as he looked back at the two NADAS personal that came with. "You, get on the gun, and you hand me that bag," he ordered forgetting his place, but at the moment it didn't seem like anyone cared. "Seth keep your eyes on the shadows and sand. Well take care of the rest," he said as he grabbed the bag from the other NADAS member. He shuffled threw picking out several bags of c-4 and other veriaty. Soon enough gunfire erupted as the gunner gathered himeself and started firing. "Kid you fire at what you can from the window," he said as he climbed up to meet the gunner. "There is going to be loud noise and a lot of sand. Seth keep us on all fours," he said as he watched the sand. He set the timmer when he seen it start to shift, 3 seconds. And threw it into the sand as it went down. There was a loud explosion as sand started raning from the sky. Still the worm just went under, and he repeated the secrence each time. "We have to be careful. Don't want to run out of c-4." he called out as he continued with his actions.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 21, 2009 19:25:48 GMT -5
After leaving, Art was left to herself for about twenty minutes. Upon investigation the room was rather glamourous. The bed was filled with cotton or fethers, it was hard to tell and the backing was made of gold and steele. On the far wall was a dresser with a large mirror on it reflecting the solo window. The day was coming to an end and the sun was slowly going down in the distance. Down below slaves worked constantly building and unearthing the structure as civilians were led to a nearby tent where they were implanted with one of the anchient bugs putting them under the masters controll.
Soon the door opened and two vieled women servants entered, one with a gold box in hand. Sitting on the bed next to her she took Art's left hand, opened the box and slipped a brightly jeweled ring onto her ring finger which ended up being a perfect fit. Suddenly there was a voice that came from the hallway and the two women fled as a man dressed in white robes entered with a decorative box in hand.
[translation] "You may not remember now, but once you have your old soul back you'll be back to normal." Maybe you'll even remember me." Opening the box a chittering could be heard inside as he pulled out one of the large beetles with a white glove and looked it over. He then looked into the hall and a single guard entered. Placing down his sword he headed over to Art to hold her down for the procedure.
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Post by Reaper on Mar 21, 2009 19:59:53 GMT -5
Art gawked at the beetle before looking up at the guard that entered the room. She knew exactly what that meant. She had seen it on the slaves that they had fought. Constant loyalty to their ruler, and she didn't know if there was any way to bring them back after that. They never had the chance to even take it into consideration. Being shot at, hit at, and stabbed at made that thinking rather difficult. She shook her head as she backed away. "No," she growled as the guard grabbed her by the shoulders to pull her back on the bed. "NO!" she screamed as she lashed out punching the guard in the face. She hit him a second time causing him to let go.
She couldn't let them do that to her. She couldn't let them take away her mind. She had to be with Seth, and fighting it was all she could do. She pushed the so called Pharaoh back and grabbed the sword. She turned just as the guard came at her, and with a quick pivot on her foot brought the blade across his chest. Then before he could even hit the ground she drove the tip down threw his back. She raised up looking at the Pharaoh, before taking off out the door. As one of the other guards approached her, she drove her new sword threw his chest, and didn't even wait to see him fall as she continued off threw the castle.
Running bare footed seemed to be a small tidal task since she was running on pure concrete, and one stump of the toe could bring her down. Though her footsteps never faltered as she quickly made her way down the steps. The desert would be cool now with the sun setting and it would make it easer for her to make it back to the city. Maybe even to the NADAS headquarters there. At least then she would have a way of contacting Seth and letting him know she was okay. Still she had to take things one at a time. An for the first thing it was getting out of the castle which she found to be a tad bit harder. She looked around the fairly dark hall a single candle lighting it.
Sighing heavily she took the candle in her other hand and continued on down the hall. It was almost as black as night, and held a deathly chill to it. She looked back before continuing down the hall. She didn't remember coming this way, but the sound of footsteps told her she couldn't go back either. She sighed heavily as she made her way down the hall a bit shaken because she had no idea what laid at the end of the path.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 21, 2009 22:58:46 GMT -5
Several soldiers took chase after Art but when she entered the dark hallway they stopped.
[translation] "Why would the queen head to the dungeon?" "She has yet to remember who she truely is. She fears us as a mortal should." The lead guard raised a hand "Activate the security measures. We'll let them stop her in her tracks and send the slaves for her." Suddenly one opposed him "And what if she does not stop and meets her end?" The leader brushed him aside. "The beatle can revive her body. That's all we need, her mortality isn't of our concern." With a snap of his fingers four slaves walked up to a wall and began to turn a wheel.
Deep inside the dungeon, blades and spikes came out from the wall and began turning and flailing cutting off Art's direct path. There were many obstacles, some of such went unseen. As Art took a moment to contemplate her situation she could hear enslaved civilians approaching on her position from the entrance.
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Gritting his teeth Seth found the trail once again as he spotted the sun going down in the distance. This was bad. From what he remembered the sun was the one thing that weakened these creatures. Fighting them at night would be a whole different story. As the creature jumped out of the sand again Seth turned the wheel and darted down into the rib-cage of an elephants skeleton which provided some protection. Meanwhile the recruite pointed the auto-gun and opened fire.
"Hold on!" Seth yelled out as they approached the neck. Putting it in the final gear they jetted through the neck and shattered the skull into pieces as the vehicle took flight landing several feet away. Suddenly the creature was no-where to be seen. He then felt the tap of the other recruit on his shoulder who pointed eastward.
"Rock quarey. It won't follow us there." Seth nodded and turned the wheel making a straight shot for the new destination. As they gunned through the desert the sand fifty yards ahead of them parted and the worm crawled out baring its teeth and heading straight for them. "I'm going to turn right. Make sure it goes the other way!" He shouted.
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Post by Reaper on Mar 21, 2009 23:37:26 GMT -5
Travis nodded as he set up a couple of explosives. "Seth be careful there are going to be some close explosions," he yelled as he moved to stand on the hood. Gripping the explosives like there was no tomorrow. He waited till the recruit open fired causing the creature to ver slightly left, and in doing so he threw both the explosives to the right of the creature. As Seth turned they went off shaking the vehicle violently. Though the worm on the other hand took off to the left and disappeared threw the sand. Travis gathered himself enough to keep balance as the jeep hit the rock quarry just as the worm circled around.
He sat down on the hood at Seth brought the jeep to a halt. "This is going to be bad," he said as he looked down at Seth. "Night's get really cold here. Not to mention it's going to be hard to navigate at night. Even worse with that worm hovering outside the quarry," he said as he slid back down into the passenger seat. "It's going to be dangerous at night, and I myself suggest we wait till dawn. But it's your girl and your choice," he said as he looked to Seth.
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Art stopped in her tracks as she looked at the blades. She bit her lip as she turned back to the footsteps. "s***," she moaned as she looked back to the dark hall. This wasn't going to be easy, but she had to move. She couldn't go back. She had to find a way out of here. Sighing heavily she threw the torch just a bit to the end, and then the sword. She had to make this easer for her, and lugging those around for the time would make it harder. She studied the timing on the blades, before running past the first and ducking under the second. She then dived past the forth, and rolled past the fifth.
She picked up the torch and sword. Turning to look back as the civilians stopped at the start of the blades. She sighed heavily as she took off down the hall. It wasn't to far down that she felt the floor shift. Looking down she quickly caught the floor caving in, and jumped back to the solid ground. "Damn, what the hell am I getting into," she growled as she once more threw both the sword and torch across the whole in the ground. She moved to the edge and slowly guided herself along the thin barly legible ledge. She could already start to feel the pain in her feet as she made it halfway threw. She jumped the last foot, and once more picked up the torch and sword. She ran once more out into what seemed like an open room. She could feel a faint breeze, and when she waved the torch around she couldn't see anything but what was just about ten feet around her.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 22, 2009 14:31:17 GMT -5
Two of the slaves had followed Art in hot pursuit, each of them armed with steel staffs given the order to subdue but not kill her. They had just about caugt her when the floor fell out blocking her path. Ar tnow had two options she could take. There was a hallway to the left with a lowered floor which was now crawling with deadly snakes. The other option was a broken staircase leading two stories down. However a wrong move would cause her to fall to her death. While considering her options the two slaves formed a plan. One knelt down next to the pit while the other backed up. The other slave then broke out into the run. Stepping on the kneeling slaves hands he was vaulted over the pit landing on the other side.
With blank eyes the slave looked blankly at Art and readied for combat. He began by circling her observing her reactions. When he believed he saw an opening. He lept into the air with the staff held high ready to bring it down upon her head.
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Seth looked at the two agents he had yet to learn the names of. "I want you two to radio the home base. Tell them we need a supply drop so we can camp out for the night without dieing." He then walked up to the jeep and then looked it over. "I might not be a soldier but I am a BOW hunter." He then looked back at Travis. "I noticed as we were fighting it that it had no eyes. Most worms don't. If this thing is at all like regular worms it probably was tracking us based on movement and pressure placed on the sand. I want you to rig this thing to blow. We'll set it up to drive out into the desert on its own. The worm will sence it, try to destroy it and then we'll blow the jeep and kill it. We'll walk the rest of the way when the sun rises. Based on the GPS devise it's not much further."
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Post by Reaper on Mar 23, 2009 8:16:23 GMT -5
Art dropped the torch and brought the sword up just barley in time. Though from the force of the hit she was still forced down to her knees. Blood trickling down her hand as the back of the sword, though flat, still cut into her hand. Gritting her teeth she forced herself back to her feet, and in the process pushing the servant back. She swung the sword at him causing him to jump back again, and giving her enough room to act. She picked up the torch and ran toward the lowered floor. She stopped for a moment as she looked at the snakes and swallowed a bit as she turned to look at the servant that was making his way toward her. "Really, can't they just give up," she growled.
Shaking her head she waved the torch in front of her. The flame and heat causing the snakes to part way. This path was more for protection since she didn't see any way for the servants to get across, and they didn't have anything to stop the snakes. Granted it was more wishful thinking than anything else. Threw the hissing and the snapping of the snakes she was really wishing now that she had shoes on, or at least something to protect her feet. Stepping up on the other side she wasn't as quick as she hoped, a sharp pain in the back of her ankle cause her to stumble forward. She hit the ground and looked back to see what she recognized as a Kraits snake slither back into the pit. She cursed slightly as she climbed to her feet and stumbled forward.
She had to get out of here, and she had to get to Seth. She knew that she wasn't in to much trouble with the poison from the snake as for it being lethal. That was one good thing about living with a hunter. He had always come prepared for any contained they had crossed when it come to his hunting. Just before they had landed the first time to help out they had taken an anti venom shot, and she had gotten one again when the doctor was treating her as they were heading to Cairo. Though one thing it wouldn't stop were the more minor effect, and that would have to wear off in time. Though that also meant she had to find someplace to hid before her body went into a total paralyzed state, but until that happened she was going to get as far as she could.
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The recruit nodded as he climbed into the front of the jeep and called into head quarters with their position, and in return received an ETA of 10 minutes. Climbing back out he made his way around to the back and helped out the other recruit in pulling out their supplies. If Travis was going to rig it to blow they would need everything they could carry. The things that would be dropped off would provide temporary shelter for the night, and would be left to the desert when they set out during the morning. Once everything was unloaded Travis made his way to the jeep. He started it up, and drove it around the rock bed before facing it off in the opposite direction they were going to head. Turning it off, he started to rig up the steering system to keep it straight. And then he sat down on the ground beside the jeep and started playing with the rest of the c-4 explosives. "We'll be out after this, but that shouldn't be a problem," he said as he looked up at Seth. "I should be able to right the busses to blow with just what they have on them," he explained.
Finishing with what he was doing, he set the explosive up in the front seat. Taking some wiring from the the air bag system he rigged the thing to blow when there was a sudden stop, and looking out over the desert. The only sudden stop would be from the worm. The heavy sound of blades echoed threw the air as a chopper flew over, and a large crate was dropped from it before it flew away. Shutting the door he made his way over as the recruits were getting the supplies out and starting to set things up. "I figure we wait till morning to send out the jeep. That way the firey explosion can't be that noticeable, and wont give us away. If we send it out now, they'll be out here looking for us, and it's to much of a risk," he explained as he looked around as the small camp site was beginning to take form.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 23, 2009 14:24:47 GMT -5
Upon where Art stood it seemed as if she had hit a dead end. About two stories up there was another hallway but climbing the walls could prove deadly. Other than that there was a large enough crack in the wall that she could fit through but there was no telling where it lead exactally. While searching the room Art stepped on a moving tile. When it went down a stream of fire shot out of the mouth of one of the statues. Looking around the floor was full of trip tiles.
It wasn't long before the slaves found her. They had made there way across the pit without care of being bitten. One still had a snake latched onto his ankel when he came out. In the end four approached Art and quickly surrounded her, two of which had staffs, the other two held small daggers and waited for Art to make her move.
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It was some time before the helecopter hovered overhead. Seth shielded his eyes from the sand that whipped around in the wind and soon a stack of crates came down via parachute. Taking out his knife he began opening the boxes. Inside was a night survival kit along with tents. He handed it to one of the agents who got to work. Inside one of the longer crates was a metal box containing an RPG with four missles. "Backup." Seth said with a smile. "Looks like they finally understand the value of this mission. In one box was medical suplies and extra ammo. Finally the last two boxes contained materials needed for para-gliders they could use to pass the sands quickly. "We have transport." Once the tent was up they all quickly got inside.
"Once morning breaks we take care of the worm and assemble them para-gliders. There basically wind powered surfboards used to cross over sand and beaches." He then handed his sniper rifle to one of the cadets. "You two will provide cover while Travis and I enter the facility. One of you will use the sniper rifle, the other the RPG." He quickly found his sleeping bag and got in. "Get some sleep and keep warm. Tomarrows going to be one hell of a day."
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Post by Reaper on Mar 23, 2009 15:18:16 GMT -5
Art put her back against the wall. She looked up again at the other hallway, but climbing that would be rather risking. Especially now with the snakes venom coursing threw her body. She needed to find a place to rest and calm down. She had to slow her body down so the venom wouldn't work faster. She watched as one of the servants stepped in front of the statchue. Once more she stepped on the tile causing the flame to shoot out and catching him on fire. She ran around in circles screaming before running down the hall. He finally hit the ground as the fire continued to light up the hall.
She ran forward and ducked under the swing of one of the poles. Turning around she stepped on one of the tiles, and several darts shot forth. She had to roll out of the way. This was a dangerous game, because she didn't know what tile lead to what trap. She stepped on another one and an axe swung from the roof. It caused them to skater, but one moving to slow as it practically cut his arm off. Art looked back before scrambling for the crack in the wall. She didn't want to kill anyone especially if there was a way to save them, but they were really not leaving her a choose. She wanted to get back to Seth. She slowly and tightly edged her way threw the crack and out the other end.
Panting slightly she leaned up against the wall for a moment to gather herself enough to move. She could already feel the paralysis starting to take effect. Some parts of her body were already growing numb, but she couldn't stop. She had to keep going. She had to get out of here and find Seth. Her heart was pounding and her head screaming. It was to the point she was actually scared to death and was on the verge of crying, but she had to get to Seth.
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Travis nodded as he picked up his own sleeping bag. He crawled inside of it, and practically zipped himself inside. Pulling out the picture of his family. He kissed it a good night, before pocketing it again. He held his handguns securely against his chest as he closed his eyes. It didn't take him to long before he had fallen asleep. The other two agents had finished setting up everything and took claim to the second tent. They argued for a few moments on who wanted first watch finally one of them had given in as he took his sleeping bag and wrapped it around him. He then sat down in front of the fire with his semi-automatic waiting for anything to sneak up on him.
The morning sun raising in the east. Travis woke with a stiff back. He looked around and yawned a bit before climbing out of his bag. She climbed out of the tent and moved to the truck. "Might as well get this under way," he said to the recruit that was sitting there playing with the fire. "Catch you a nap before we head off," he said as he watched him head into the tent. Travis laughed a bit as he finished with the set up, and checked it over to. He started it up, and put the brick on the gas. He stepped back shutting the door as the jeep took off. Just as expected the worm soon raised above the sand. It didn't take long before it came down on top of the jeep. It took a second, but it there was a large explosion followed by a plum of smoke. Then their was a rain of blood before everything settled. He grinned slightly as he crossed his arms and looked out at the whole in the ground.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 24, 2009 16:51:04 GMT -5
Art sat gasping outside of the crack in the wall as her body began stiffening up. As she began to become tired she heard footsteps coming from inside the crack in the wall until a number of the slaves surrounded her. When the slaves finally got hold of her and dragged her to her feet Art fell into darkness passing out completely. Once she was out the slaves began dragging her back to the dungeons entrance.
"Wake up. It's time to come out of it." A voice said out of the darkness. When Art woke up she found herself chained to an old fasion sofa in the throne room next to a giant golden throne. Looking around she was greeted with the face of an middle aged man with sunglasses dressed in a top of peasant rags and a pair of kaki's. Though she couldn't put a name on the man she knew she recognised him. "You may not remember me but I worked with your father in BOW studies for Umbrella. It upset me to hear that you decided to kill him after all the great work he had acomplished." He then looked around at the servants and the guards.
"Magnificent isn't it. An old civilization lost for centuries. So majestic. It's an amazing thing to see them brought back to the modern age." He then looked at her. "Your lucky that Emtai has chosen you to be his queen. The moment I saw the images on the scriptures I knew you were a dead ringer. I'm sorry I had to bring you and Seth out of retirement but I knew that you had to meet the king. We have an understanding you see."
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"Alright. Good. Let's assemble these sliders so we can get underway." Breaking out the tools he started opeing the boxes pulling out the wind propelled craft one piece at a time. "Travis, you help me with this, You two grab the other. Just follow the instructions." It wasn't long before the sliders were asembled. To his watch it was about 8 AM. Seth instantly started suiting up. "Let's go. We have alot of ground to cover."
For the next few hours the four sailed over the sands. Luckily there was a good wind pushing them over the dunes. It took two hours for them to follow the tracks to a large hill overlooking a gathering of people and anchient structures. Down below there was some activity. Civilians being lead into a stone building, Slaves uncovering a pyramid that had been covered with time. Taking out his binoculars he searched the area around thestructure.
"Not many guards." He said. "I don't see any golems. Probably can't stand the heat. My guess is those guards are sacrificing there lives to guard this place during the day. Human disposable cameras." He then looked at the two unkown agents. "I wan't the sniper covering our backs and the RPG looking out for any golems that might come out to attack." He then looked at Travis and pointed. "We'll head in from the east. Get the drop on them"
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Post by Reaper on Mar 24, 2009 20:57:14 GMT -5
Travis saluted them before following after Seth. "We run into the problem that we don't know where there holding her," he said as he followed along the sand dune. He held his weapon close as he stayed closer to Seth. Once they were on the east side of the pyramid he pulled out his binoculars and glanced around the ground. "Not many out there. You were right about coming to this side." He looked around the place before handing Seth the binoculars. "It wont be as easy on the inside. More than likely the golems will be in the castle or what ever that place is." He waited for what seemed to be rather clear before the both of them took off across the sand. Once reaching the castle he put his back up against the wall. He waved his hand motioning toward what looked like a crawl space that lead down into the temple.
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Art gritted her teeth as she pulled on the chains that bound her. She looked at the man who claimed to have worked with her father. "You did this for what?" she growled as she looked around the room. It was filled with guards and servants alike. She sighed heavily as she finally gave up on trying to break the chains, and just sat back on the sofa. "Why are you doing this, and why the hell have you dragged Seth and myself into this?!" she barked as she jumbled from the sofa to grab him, but in turn was shoved back down onto the sofa. "All I ever wanted was to live happily, and have a life. That man screwed it up, and maybe the one good thing that came out of it was meeting Seth. An your just like him, wanting to screw it up to."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 25, 2009 16:11:48 GMT -5
Umbrella sent me down here to find a ancient ruin that we could use as a new facility. There had been some reports of abnormal activity here. Not like the T-Virus of course which interested our investors. Imagine my amazment when I made my way into the depts of the caverns that I came upon a tomb encasing a number of these bugs. They instantly took controll of my team and I soon came to learn that the ancient society had placed their memories and very minds into these creatures. With the help of the T-Virus I made them stronger and created more bugs capable of making fully functional zombies." The doctor then reached out to grab a grape and rolled it between his fingers.
"Do you have any idea how much the egyptians acomplished before they were wiped out? Once they take over once again humanity will fluroush. And I wouldn't try to resist the king. I've made him a god. And once you're implanted with the queens bug you won't even concider fighting. You will dissapear and Queen Illiana will return. I needed you because the king is sentemental and needed someone resembling his former queen. As for Seth, he is a valuable resource. He has faught and defeated almost every BOW that walks this earth. Once he is under our control he will tell us where we faulter and how we can make a better more effecient BOW without weaknesses that we can use to enforce our new order.
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Seth was practically crawling when they approached the structure from the East. He the got on the mic. "Take out as many guards to the west as you can. When they're distracted Travis and I will sweep in to take out the rest." Prepping his assualt rifle he waited to hear the shots. At first there were two quick shots followed by two that were more spaced out. When he heard the commotion he came up from the sand and rushed the guards who were now looking the other way.
Taking out his knife he slashed at the bug on one of the guards necks. When the other hear him coming he tossed his blade nailing him square in the chest not doing much to phase him. The guard then instantly raised his rifle and opened fire. Seth jumped to the side behind a rock letting the bullets bounce off. Once the firing stop he popped up and unloaded a hail of gunfire on him until his entire chest cavity was showing upon which he fell.
"They can regenerate but not as well as the armored guards. These are just slaves. The citizens that they turned into gouls."
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