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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 3, 2011 1:16:13 GMT -5
S.C.A.R. sat cramped yet quiet in the back of the APC. Jonathan's head was hurting like crazy and to make matters worse the guys kept eyeballing S.C.A.R. with disgust. One of the soldier's whispered to the other one. Jon didnt have to hear them to know what they where saying. It was the same crap everyone else said when they got around him. He found it hilarious how these 'tough battle scarred' soldiers got so nervous around his behemoth of a friend, but the blonde sitting next to him never seemed to mind, not even once. He looked over to Lexi and gave her a smile. "Sorry about earlier I didnt mean to upset you." He had just got the words out when Mr. Whispers-a-lot approached him with a chem light.
All Jonathan could make out a little of what the guy was saying through his splitting migraine. Something about checking him for the infection, then about removing his clothes, and he finished with something about procedures. It all just ****ed Jonathan off, and as if feeling the same way S.C.A.R. started to look a bit agitated. "Save yourself the trouble and get that light away me. Ive been around the block more than once and I know Im not infected. And if you try to 'force me to cooperate' then Skar here will be none to happy about that. In this cramped APC I'd say you wouldn't have time for a hail Mary before he turned you into a human shish kabob."
Jonathan's headache was getting worse by the second. He hated this side of himself, so much pain, so much anger. He laid his head back against the cool metallic walls of the APC and tried hard to think of something other than the pain. He didnt want Lexi to see him like this. He liked her, and he hated this side of himself.
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Post by Alexia Ashford on Mar 3, 2011 4:40:29 GMT -5
Lexi's mouth formed a small pout as she was told she needed to be checked for infection.. She didn't really mind, if it meant showing off her beauty she didn't care, it was the middle of a zombie apocalypse, she'd get as much male attention as she could.
Glancing over to MacGyvers, Lexis jaw dropped, when he spoke of recognizing her, her heart sank. She knew this dude from Raccoon City Zoo. "The Zoo.." She said softly, her heart twisting and turning, the heartstrings being pulled from side to side. This had been a guy she had recently fell for, she said recently, it was years ago, he'd saved her from the zoo, from that booth, from that giant panther that prowled her every move. He was the reason she was alive, as was Jonathan. Wow, this certainly proved she wasn't as good at looking after herself as she thought. "MacGyvers.." She whispered, before ripping off her shirt, and yanking off her pants, her ammo belt bullet falling to the floor with a clatter. She brushed all emotion to the side and stood tall.
"Sure, you can examine me." Lexi made her face into a cute smile and span in a circle, lifting her arms, lifting her legs, lifting her head. She allowed the men to examine her, to see that she had no scratches, no bites, no signs of infection. She was just a beautiful blonde woman standing in the truck in nothing else but her underwear. Her bright blue eyes flashed as she looked around the room, her eyes narrowing onto Jonathan who looked almost in pain.
"Are you okay?" She whispered softly, crouching beside him with a concerned expression. "Maybe you need some sleep." She reached her hand up to his head and softly brushed the hair out of his face. There was a soft side to Lexi, she didn't like to see any of her friends in pain, and it was clear to her that Jonathan was. |
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Mar 3, 2011 13:02:18 GMT -5
Will turned his head from the windshield back to the cargo area and raised an eyebrow. Siris's eagerness too attack the tyrant and now to check the new survivors for bites was begining to get on the group's nerves he could tell. The tyrant however, seemed docial, towards them atleast. It wasn't especially rare to find one that didn't attack everything it came in contact with. Will knew that for a fact after fighting side-by-side with one during the Union's escapades in Raccoon City, which had sacrificed it's life to save Wills. He wouldn't make a commotion of the tyrant being inside. Atleast until it gave him a reason too. As he continued peering out the window his attention was drawn back to the woman who he could faintly hear say 'MacGyvers' by name. His assumptions that he knew her grew with her familiarity of MacGyvers. Perhaps he had met her during the same time MacGyvers did, but maybe perhaps not at all. One thing he couldn't shake were those eyes of hers. So familiar. He shook the thought out of his head and focused back on the road only to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye jumping between rooftops. Whatever it was it would be no threat to them, not in a APC. "Any idea where we're going?" Will called back to the cargo hold. ------- The limber tyrant was having no trouble keeping up with the armored personnel carrier. The upgraded Mark 13 combat suit proved too be a valuable tool. A parting gift from the Union scientists before they had succumed to the gas that had overtaken his former home. A tool he would use accordingly to seek out those who had caused the Union's fall. V88 jumped the gap between another set of buildings, his M97 grenade launcher and Vector SMG bounced against his back as he hit the roof of the adjacent building and continued his trek through the rooftops, all the while keeping out of view from the APC and it's occupants. |
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 3, 2011 14:17:13 GMT -5
"Listen, lad," MacGyvers said to Siris at his whispered warning. "I have seen these things controlled by remote, by voice pattern recognition, and even one that some how obeyed the will of a ferret....I am inclined to believe this man when he says that this thing is a friendly...."
MacGyvers had another memory, that of a bandage clad soldier that followed around Will. The thing was creepy as hell, but it still was support.
"What better way to fight off the things that creep around in the night," MacGyvers continued, "then to have one of them at your service? And if you insist on examining them-"
"The Zoo.....MacGyvers." the woman whispered.
MacGyvers' heart leaped in his chest as the woman called him by name. The memory of his time with her before came rushing back at the sound of her voice. A tear welled in his eye as she looked at him. While her lovely face had remained the same from that time at the zoo, his had gone through the burden of war and had the scars to show it. It was a was a feat in itself to save her from the rampaging panther.
"You haven't changed a bit....Alexia..." MacGyvers acknowledged with a slight smile.
She disrobed before them, showing that she was not bitten, scratched, all at the same time, showing off her assets. He hopped that Siris was satisfied with the little floor show she was putting on.
"It's good to see you again..." MacGyvers continued.
When the young man refused Siris' examination, he chuckled.
"Lad, I have been threatened by men older, wiser, and with an entire army to back them up." he chuckled, as he noticed the way his face looked. He reached into his pack and produced a bottle of pain pills. He tossed them into the man's lap. "And as far as infected....I am certain that this thing...Skar as you call it.....would be able to detect your infection far better than we could....if it is something else I know, Tyrants and other forms of infected work together like dogs and cats."
"Any idea where we are going?" Will called from the driver's seat.
"I have transport that is supposed to be at the RPD rooftop in about an hour..." MacGyvers called back. "There was supposed to be room for me and my entire team...with them dead, I am certain there will be plenty of room for the lot of us."
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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 3, 2011 16:19:26 GMT -5
Jonathan watched as Lexi recognized one of the soldiers then promptly undressed herself. Somewhere deep down his heart sunk a bit farther. She truly was beautiful, and it certainly helped that she had a body most men only had the pleasure of seeing in a dream. His headache still made the rest of the world around him a blur. It startled him a bit when the bottle of headache pills landed in his lap. He managed a grateful nod toward the man who had passed them. At this point he had a twisted disposition about the man. He stuck up for him and S.C.A.R. and sympathized enough to give him pain pills, for this he was grateful. Yet apparently he and Lexi had some sort of past together, and for this he was a tiny bit jealous.
Before he could open the bottle Lexi crouched next to him. "Are you okay? Maybe you need some sleep." She brushed his long dark hair out of his face. At this point she was close enough for Jon to catch her scent. It was sweet, not overly powerful like most perfumes, but it was nice it actually made him relax a bit. "I'll be fine. This happens to me quite often. As far as sleep, thats not the best idea right now. See, I dont control Skar with a computer, verbal commands, or any conventional means. I control him with my mind, I can control him down to very breathes." He demonstrated by raising his left arm and opening his hand and closing it into a fist. In the back of the APC S.C.A.R. repeated the exact same thing at the exact same time. "Skar carried you out of the mall because I wanted to carry you. Its complicated and If I sleep I may loose control of him depending on my state of mind at the time." He didn't really know why he was revealing all this in front of this group. He'd never really explained it to anyone aside from the commander Vickrov. His head starting hurting again and he fumbled with pill bottle. He poured a hand full and tossed them into his mouth, swallowing them without even looking for something to drink. He hoped they would help but somewhere deep down he knew they wouldn't.
S.C.A.R. turned his head as if he could see through the metal walls of the APC. Something wasn't right and the black behemoth knew it. A low growl began to roll from far within his chest.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 3, 2011 16:47:50 GMT -5
Siris smiled at MacGyvers comment toward Jonathan, nothing more needed to be said as he took a deep sigh and sat down, taking the 12 gauge shells from the APC's armory and loaded them into his Saiga. He watched the Tyrant as the voyage continued, it didn't matter what anyone told him...He didn't trust it. Suddenly a flash of something caught his eyes from the small viewport, something on the roofs. He set the automatic shotgun down and climbed into the gunner's seat. The HUD read; "25 MM cannon online. M240c Online." They were lucky; they had an armored vehicle with two very powerful weapons working. He turned the turret as he watched the rooftop, watching the blur of motion as he lined the trajectory of the weapons just in case the object following them was in fact hostile. He hopped from the seat and turned to those behind him, "We got something following us..."
He climbed into the seat as he watched the screen and brought the Turret around and readied the cannon. Siris watched the object again, it was without a doubt a Tyrant moving at incredible speeds. He aimed ahead of the Tyrant and fired the 25 MM cannon into the buildings while firing the M240c at the same time. The 25 MM ripped the concrete like paper and the M240c led more support to the APC. He hopped from the seat and grabbed his Kalashnikov and Saiga as he looked to the 'crew' and said "We got a Tyrant. And the bastard is fast...Keep your wits up, comrades." He moved back to the turret's screen to strike his target. He once again held the "fire" button down as the 25 MM lit the streets and ripped through the buildings.
((We never clarified which APC we are in. Since the US Army is in Raccoon City, I think we all can agree the Bradley would seem the most logical.))
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Post by Alexia Ashford on Mar 5, 2011 4:34:49 GMT -5
"You haven't changed a bit....Alexia..." Lexi smiled at this, she found comfort knowing she hadn't lost all of her looks in the time she'd stayed alive. Maybe she was better at this than she thought.
As she listened to Jonathan explaning S.C.A.R's mind control 'thing', she completely understood, and nodded softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as she perched herself at his feet, leaning on his legs, her head placed on his thigh. She felt a strange comfort with this guy, she could be herself and not care what anyone thought.
"We got something following us..." Siris spoke with confidence, like he'd spent years in this apocolypse tearing through creatures of the undead. Lexi's face became nervous as she shuffled closer to Jonathan, noticing that S.C.A.R. seemed nervous too, he knew something was happening, but Lexi had no idea what.
As she listened to the bullets ripping out the turret, Lexi winced and folded her head into her chest. It didn't seem right, to kill creatures when she knew they could be controlled. Would S.C.A.R feel the Tyrants pain? Would he turn on them all? Jonathan clearly had some mind thing going on right now, that didn't completely involve S.C.A.R's control, she grimaced, and allowed the events to unfold. |
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Mar 6, 2011 17:07:23 GMT -5
"Short, controlled bursts, Siris!." Will shouted back over the heavy drumming of the weapons outside the vehicle. "We can't be wasting all our ammunition on something that hasn't attacked us yet." Will personally thought the move was foolish. The tyrant perhaps could have had no interest in them before but now they could be it's main target since they fired upon it first. He spun the wheel of the APC to the right, bringing the APC farther away from the building allowing Siris a better angle at the creature. As he dodged derelict car chasis he took the time to look over to get a glimpse of the figure leaping across one of the buildings as bullets shredded the side's of the buildings. The armor it had on seemed to be some form of camoflague overlay, a pixelated black and gray color scheme from what he could tell. And for a brief second, he could have sworn he had seen the same helmet it had been wearing before somewhere... ------ Without warning the APC had unleashed all hell upon the rooftops as V88 tried his best to keep up with the APC and also avoid the bullets nipping the ground a few inches behind him. Ahead of him, the buildings were begining to run out and he would soon find himself in the middle of the road. An unprovoked attack, V88 thought as it reached back and unslung the M79 grenade launcher that hung from it's back. Will be met by a counter-attack. As V88 launched into the air again, he aimed the grenade launcher in his right hand, and fired an incidniary round straight towards the machine gun mounted ontop the APC. The round hit it's mark and fire washed over the gun and most importantly, it's camera as well. The gunner would be blind now, enabling V88 to continue his trek without bullets chewing at his ankles. Inside the APC Will could hear a curse form the back as the fire washed over the camera, shielding the tyrant from view. "God damn it," Will said as he spun the wheel counter clock-wise. As the APC lurched around the corner it was greeted by V88, who at the same time had launched himself off the last building lining the street. Through the flames the tyrant landed on the roof with a loud 'thud' that reverberated through the rest of the hull. Slinging it's grenade launcher in favor for it's Vector submachine gun, V88 crouched just out of the range of the fire and fumbled in it's belt looking for the small mettallic object it would stick on the APC, a tracking device. |
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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 7, 2011 11:25:37 GMT -5
Lexi tightened her grip on Jonathan's hand and for some reason that little bit of pressure relaxed him more than he'd been in years. Too bad it was short lived as S.C.A.R. sensed something outside the APC, and as he did one of the soldier's went into action attacking something with the exterior guns. Lexi nuzzled closer to Jon and he wrapped his arm around her. Holding her in place. From within the APC there wasn't much they could do except trust the guys operating it.
Suddenly an explosion rocked the APC and the driver yelled. Moments later a loud thud impacted the roof of the vehicle. S.C.A.R. let out a loud growl. He didn't like this at all, being trapped inside this chunk of metal and completely useless against an obvious threat. Jonathan sat in place riding out the attack with one arm around Lexi and the other on his 1911 as if the attacker may suddenly materialize inside the APC.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 7, 2011 21:30:06 GMT -5
MacGyever's lost his footing as the explosion rattled the APC. He cursed under his breath as he got back to his feet and went over to the small weapons cabinet located in the APC. It had been almost entirely picked clean as he looked over it. Inside he found two magazines loaded with 5.56mm rounds, perfect for his M4. As he loaded a fresh magazine into his rifle, MacGyvers shot a glance over to Siris. The man had acted recklessly, put lives unnecessarily at risk. MacGyvers saw too much of himself at a younger age in the man, and he hated it. IF Siris kept it up, he would end up a man of regrets, just as he was.
"Be ready." he said briskly to Siris as he turned his attention to Alexia, the man, and the tyrant. "If that thing can help out any...it would be appreciated."
With the thud on the roof of the APC, MacGyvers' heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. Whatever Siris had thought he saw was now on the roof.
"Will, what is the status of the vehicle? Can you get us out of here?" he asked Will , as he kept an ear out on the roof.
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Post by Sinn on Mar 7, 2011 23:14:31 GMT -5
((Short controlled with a 25mm? The M240c MAYBE, but honestly, the 25mm is a cannon you aim and level. Also, Siris holds a grudge against Tyrants, because they remind of Umberlla Corp.))
Siris sighed as he leaped from the gunners seat. He cursed as he pushed himself up with his rifle, "F**king-A." His PCD beeped as the screen illuminated with a darken figured, it's voice hidden by a voice-mask, "Siris, scans are showing a Tyrant following your APC, and...One in your APC? You found any survivors?"
"Two. Two soldiers as well. Keep in mind survivors have a Tyrant, so far...no hostilities."
"MH-53M is en route loaded with a six man SEAL team, coordinates are being uploaded to your device." Siris looked at the coordinates transmitted on his screen...They were on the other side of the city. He picked his radio back up as he spoke quickly, "Negative, negative. Transport is already met, cancel MH-53, repeat; cancel MH-53." the masked voice spoke again, "Helio is near the mall, we cannot cancel."
"Then move them closer... Track my location, how copy? Over." after a bid of silence, the voice spoke; "Solid copy, helicopter is tracking... Get ready for EXFIL." Siris spoke one final time into his radio, "Be advised; Hostile is carrying some sort of explosive launcher. Recommend one-hundred meter spread, how copy?"
"Good Copy, hostile using explosives. Negative on spread, guns are hot."
Siris kept his guard as he both relaxed himself and watched S.C.A.R, preparing himself for whatever battle may lie in wait.
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Mar 8, 2011 14:16:08 GMT -5
OOC: My bad bra, I thought you were firing something else not the 25 mm. My bad. "Will, what is the status of the vehicle? Can you get us out of here?" "The feed for the camera mounted on the back is down," Will said looking down at the black monitor on the console in front of him. "We're also still on fire. But, we'll make it, as long as our 'friend' doesn't decide to plant a bomb to us. I'll try and shake him off just hold on to something." After a few minutes of making sure everyone was secure, Will began to drive recklessly. He spun the wheel back and forth sporadically trying to shake the tyrant loose from the roof whilst also avoiding the many obstacles in the road. ------- If V88 was still human, he might have been getting the worst headache of all time. Luckily for him such things were of little concern anymore. The tyrant was still clutching onto one of the safety bars on the roof and was now working on peeling the cover of a small access port back wards, revealing numerous wires and other circuitry. With that small task done, he produced the small tracking device from his belt and placed it underneath a set of wires which would keep it from rolling about the small port. Too easy, it thought as it grabbed the crooked piece of metal and slammed it back into place. As V88 began to stand up, the entire vehicle jerked forward, causing him to loose his footing and fly forwards down the flaming chasis. Seconds before he was about to be flung in to the street in front of the APC, he managed to grab ahold another handle bar mounted on the roof. The force of the stop brought the front of his body over the edge of the APC and face to face with the gas-masked figure driving. For a brief moment the two stared at each other before the tyrant, mockingly, waved bye to the man inside. Will slammed on the breaks of the APC and spun the wheel hard counter clockwise sending the tyrant off of the side of the APC and into the road. "MacGyvers! Did you see that!" Will shouted back as he slammed on the gas again. |
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 10, 2011 19:46:17 GMT -5
The Scotsman watched the creature that had attacked them waved at them. It reminded him of a movie he had seen when he was younger....The Twilight Zone....the thing on the wing. It had waved then too...and things did not turn out so well for the craft that thing had been waving on.
"Bloody hell..." MacGyvers marveled. The thing had waved...as if it was mocking them. "Get us out of here Will!" MacGyvers shouted, as he went to a port slot to see if he could spot the Tyrant any more.
"Siris, you have eyes out?" MacGyvers asked as he caught part of what the man was saying into his radio. "Can they see the creature?"
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Post by Sinn on Mar 11, 2011 23:49:33 GMT -5
Siris shrugged as he stretched his shoulder, "There is a good chance, but don't get your hopes too high comrade." he picked his radio up as he held down the "talk" button, "Siris to Iron-Eagle."
"Iron-Eagle reads you loud and clear."
"Requesting eyes to be focused on a flying BOW, human like, carrying a weapon. How copy? Over."
"Solid Copy, I will inform pilot of the BOW. Out."
"What is the ETA of the MH-53M?"
"Five minutes. Standby."
Siris sighed as he looked to the scottsman, "They'll look, but they're priority is to airlift these two and their 'friend' to safety. He looked to Jon and Lexi, he couldn't help but smile under his skull-painted ballistics mask. They reminded him of his time before the outbreak, when he still had someone to love. He shook his head, he had to get his mind off his Ex-Fiancée. Emotion on the battlefield was a weakness, and weakness leads to death. He began field stripping his Kalashnikov to busy his mind as he spoke to Macgyvers, "I'm happy to finally get out of this ****hole. I know you are too.." he pointed at the two infront of him, "Without these two I'd still be patrolling the streets looking for survivors." He pulled a Cigar from the pouch on his vest, a sign of victory to him. He bit the filter off and spit it to the floor then struck a match and filled his lungs with the bitter smoke. He exhaled the dense cloud of nicotine from his nose as he continued to field strip his rifle. The day was almost over, and hopefully...So was his mission.
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Apr 1, 2011 23:32:00 GMT -5
OOC: I was waiting for Lexi and Kronic to post. Or should I just go ahead now?
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