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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 17, 2008 22:55:11 GMT -5
Nothing but sand, extreme heat, and monstrosities for miles and miles. Be careful. Heat stroke in the day or hypothermia at night are more likely to kill you than a zombie.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 21, 2008 2:34:04 GMT -5
NADAS mission continues here. summery, Mikey on back of stone man with nano-blade. Jazz knocked out from recoil, Gunny on hill hearing cries of help come from under the helecopter wreck....not sure where reaper is.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 21, 2008 12:17:51 GMT -5
((This was my last post before the update. So I figured I'd post it again since I was the last one to post.))
"SETH!" Art cried out as she ran to his side, but was quickly stopped as the blade slammed down into the ground in front of her. She looked up with a glare to kill as she raised her sword to block it's next attack. Though she had managed to block it both of her swords where knocked clean out of her hands. She ducked under it's second attack as she turned to run, but it's new arm was moving faster than it's other. She felt the blade cut down her back, with each point cutting past her armor into the skin. She cried out as she hit the sand and didn't move. Her blood slowly started to stain her coat. Art tightened her hands into a fist as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She shifted as to move away from from the creature, only to have it latch onto her foot, and pull her clean into the air. "Quick, get my blades and use them!" she shouted out as best as she could. Fighting back her own pain, and scared to death that Seth was out and endanger.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 21, 2008 19:03:04 GMT -5
Karl silently heard the cry from within the chopper and swallowed. He breathed in and out, trying to regain his composure, the effects of the flash bang slowly wearing off. He scanned the scene below him down the dune and realized that there was no immediate danger. He glanced over and saw Dave’s corpse… or what was left of it… that had been hit by the helicopter. S**t. He glanced back around at the scene scattered along the dune down below him, the barrel of his Kahr K9 following his eyes every inch of the way, before he pushed up with one hand and got to his feet clumsily. He jogged over to Daves’ corpse, takes his Pachmayr dominator back, checks it, reloads it, and then holsters it, and then stands up keeping to move. He noted where Daves’ remains where and left them be. It was obvious there was nothing he could do for his undoubtedly-deceased teammate. He kept moving and saw as he went pieces of his broken G3A4 scattered on the sands, dismissing the rifle as gone and not coming back. He made his way past the workers and corpses spread across the sand and which few that were alive and close enough to grab for him, knocking their hands away naturally with his hands. One got too close, grabbed his ankle, but lost its hold as he jerked his foot out of its hold and stomped on its hand with a sickening bone-crunching noise, then continues on. One of the ones who were still too alive and too hostile he shot, in some cases, executing-by-style ruthlessly, with his Kahr K9 and kept going. He finally got to the downed chopper and started to clamber up to get to the cockpit still a little clumsily, in the back of his mind distracting thoughts flowing--- He wanted a bigger gun then his Kahr K9 for a backup pistol now, and he needed a replacement for the G3A4... both had done great so far but the G3A4 was gone, and the Kahr K9 had done "good enough" but it left him groping for something better... he already had two things in mind, that he suddenly wanted with a passion....He searched for the pilot quietly whispering emphatically
Hey! Hey! Dude?
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Post by Reaper on Nov 22, 2008 11:53:37 GMT -5
(Picking up where the NADAS RP left off here.) Quicksilver held on for dear life, or so it seemed to him. The huge creature was flailing around so much, and he only had one arm around its neck. Finally, after what seemed like hours of tugging, the vibroblade came loose from its sheath. First on the agenda was to help Art. For that, he needed to be in front of it, collect one of her swords, and cut the tentical that was holding her captive. His mind processed all of what needed to be done, and he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, time seemed to go in slow motion. The flailing of the monster seemed to stop, and he could see the individual grains of sand in the air as if they were suspended in water. With a quick jerk of his shoulders, he cleared the head and torso of the monster with a leap, and flipped. He grabbed hold of one of Art's swords, as he rolled foreward on his hands, with his left hand and tumbled to his feet. Before he was even turned around any, he lifted the sword and spun. Using his momentum, he sliced down and through the tentical. He hoped Art's landing wasnt a hard one. He made another complete spin in front of the monster and sliced sideways, digging her sword into its torso several inches. It was much tougher than the others had been. And thats why he had the vibroblade. He pushed the button for it to start up, and heard the wirring noise it made. It entered the side of the monster through the slit Art's blade had made, worked through, cut her sword like a stick, and finally exited the other side. He was vaugely aware of the monsters howls of pain, but figured that if it was screaming in pain, it wasnt dead. He saw the top half start to fall to the ground, and saw an opportunity to add an exclamation point. As the torso fell through the air, he met it with an upward slash. Again, the blade cut through the bones and muscle like they were paper, and soon the torso fell to the groun in two peices instead of one. The legs fell back next. The parts twitched a bit, but stopped moving. At least for now. He turned around to see Art on the ground, and ran to her to see if she was ok.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 22, 2008 16:27:50 GMT -5
The minute the body hit the ground it began bleeding out in a stream of golden and red blood. Soon, the gorey remains of the stone man began to shutter and soon crab like legs sprouted out from the innards of the three pieces. Once the legs were out the three pieces tried desperately to walk back together though in there current form were completely harmless and exposed.
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Meanwhile, the bloodied chopper pilot looked up at Karl as he pulled him out of the wreck. He then turned to the side and started coughing up blood violently. He then grabbed Karl's shoulder. "There's...trouble." He stuggled to say. "Cairo....it's utter chaos. Something wrong." He then coughed up blood again. "Riots...strange soldiers....won't die. Roudning up civilians." His eyes then rolled lazily. "Go to Cairo. Orders from above." He then looked at Karl and smiled weakly. "Good luck." With that said his body settled as he died on the spot from bleeding out.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 24, 2008 23:40:44 GMT -5
Art looked up at the creature, and gritted her teeth. She put her hand down and held her breath as she forced herself to her feet. She staggered a bit before she just stood there trying to gather herself. "Go check on Karl," she spoke under her breath as she staggered toward Seth. She slid almost rolled down the hill as she reached him. She shook him slightly. "Seth," she spoke tiredly from her loss of blood. Her back throbbing as she sat there on her knees trying desperately to wake him up.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 25, 2008 16:07:05 GMT -5
Karl sighed deeply as another formerly living human died, right before him, at the hands of these things. He was pasted annoyed now. He was p*ssed. Karl climbed back down from the cockpit of the downed chopper solemnly, and still a little unsteadily, clearing his throat and pausing for a moment before saying into his headset
Pilots dead. Theres more of em out there, they're screwing up Cairo.
He then looked up and watched for a few seconds as the rest of the team finished off the stone monster, before looking all around him again watching the dead and dying parasited workers, his Kahr K9 still in hand ready to fire if needed. Things seem to be wrapped up a bit round here.... Karl started moving up the dune again towards the rest of the team, soon breaking into a sprint
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 25, 2008 16:54:55 GMT -5
OOC: Reaper, the creature is dead. Mikley dismembered him
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Post by Reaper on Nov 25, 2008 18:42:37 GMT -5
OCC: Fixed, and if it's dead you should state it instead of put 'completly harmless and exposed.'
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Post by Mikey on Nov 26, 2008 0:46:50 GMT -5
Quicksilver turned the dead body over and checked under it. He silenly cursed and went to another, turning it over and looking around. He had checked on Karl from a distance and saw that he was ok, so now he was looking around for his swords. He knew he left them somewere around here. Now, the only chore was finding them. He had the tanto, having found it sticking out of someone near the top of the pile.
A sudden glint of metal caught hs eye, and he unearthed the katana half buried in the sand. Sliding it into the sheath, he set out looking for his wakizashi. Ater what seemed like 20 minutes later, he found it and sheathed it. Now, all he was missing was his Specter, but Art had that. He silently wondered why she hadnt used it. You didnt have to be a good shot to unload a 50 round magazine into a creature as big as that one from less than ten feet away.
Oh well.
After he was done, he rejoined Art and Seth, curious as to how Seth was. He was sure he was ok, and probably awake by now. At least, he hoped so.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 26, 2008 0:55:31 GMT -5
Seth slowly came two. He reach to touch his forehead which was throbbing only to touch his black eye causing instant pain. "Well, that was a bad idea. I won't be doing that again any time soon." He then got up onto his feet and dusted himself off Walking over he took a look at all the dead bodies. "Looks like the threat has oficially been eliminated." Then he Heard Nigel wade through the sand.
"What do we do about them." Seth looked as to where he was looking and quickly spotted the enslaved locals. They all looked so frightened scared and weak. "I can try and calm them down but they require imediate care. Some of them appear on deaths doorstep." With that said Nigel made his way over to the tent holding the prisoners. He then looked at Quicksilver and Art.
"Go with him. Use your blades to cut them free." He then walked up to Karl as he checked over his rifle. "I was half in and out of it but I heard you talking about something happening near by. What's going on exactally?"
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Post by thegunny on Nov 26, 2008 13:30:52 GMT -5
Karl leaned down to holster his Kahr K9 in its ankle holster, then standing up straight to pull his M1911 dominator, straightening himself out quietly for a moment before turning and pointing at Dave, then the helicopter
Dave's down and out. The pilots dead.
Then he turns again and looks around, looking at Seth, then the others, then down at himself
Cairo's gone to hell, just like here. They want us to head in and deal with the problem. But quite frankly... I don't give a d**n what Wade says, we need to rest, rearm, and regroup after this firefight, now that we know what we're dealing with. And we need to blow some of this s**t sky high, this seems to be a recruiting base. We can't leave this intact. And I might just be speaking for myself... but I'm in no shape and am not nearly armed enough to go into a fight again so soon.
Karl then looks at Seth again in surprise, staring at his forehead and black eye for a few moments, before grinning and saying loudly
Yeah, I've had a few of those before myself. They suck, hardcore.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 26, 2008 21:57:57 GMT -5
Seth walked down the sand dunes as he approached the un-finished pyramid. "Don't worry about guns and lodging, I've got that covered." He then reached up and pressed on his blue-tooth headset. "Mission accomplished. Waiting for pickup. Lock on my location." He then looked back at Karl. "I'm totally stocked up. I don't know if you've heard of me but my name is Seth G. Anderson. I'm an international certified BOW hunter. I have a private plane headed in. I live out of it with Art and its stocked with rifles semi-automatics, pistols, explosives, I have armor piercing rounds, explosive rounds, holo-point...you name it I got it. We even have a doctor on-board." When he got to the edge of the pyramid he pointed his flashlight down and frowned. "Your right about one thing. We have to destroy this place." As he said this thousands of scarab beetles could be seen scurrying in the opening between the four walls.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 27, 2008 11:11:17 GMT -5
Art gasped as she leaned over to cut one of the slaves loose. Her hand drifted to her back where the stinging sensation was still causing her problems. It was bleeding slightly, but not as bad as before. She was still feeling nausious, but she was trying her best to push the feeling away. Finally growing tired enough she had to sit down, and rested her head on her knees. She was streching her back as she pulled her head down with her hands, the slight trickle of blood soaking the sand where she sat. She needed rest, and to bandage her back up. Not to mention do anything reckless like that again. She looked up just a bit as Seth was studying the pyrimide. She smiled lightly as his focus when it came to his job, she just wished that sometimes he wouldn't forget that she existed as well. She side a bit as she climbed to her feet, only to end back down on the ground. Her head was spinning and her back screamed from the pain, Art tried to shake it off but failed in every aspect.
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