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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Feb 1, 2011 13:04:12 GMT -5
The King is Dead
A001 quickly outmaneuvered the larger Tyrant, leaping over top of the Tyrant in a single bound. As it jumped into the air, A001 reloaded the assault rifle. Once it landed on it's feet, it turned and continued to blast at the creature.
With the pressure of the Tyrant relieved from them, the Union soldiers moved out from cover and began to also move in on the Tyrants' fight. Paying no mind to the possibility that there may be more people in the area, the Russians focused all of their attention on the Tyrants.
"Aim for the smaller one, buckos!" Seamus shouted, as he aimed his .45 revolver at the large creature and opened fire.
************************* "I see it but I don't believe it..." MacGyvers said to Will in awe of the sight of the Tyrants clashing. As it looked like the smaller of the two had the upper hand, MacGyvers saw the Union troops moving up from their positions and brought up his rifle.
"We got Russians in the open." MacGyvers said to Will and the others.
This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends.... rang throughout MacGyvers mind in that split second. Within moments, minutes really, the Union was going to be erased from the face of the earth. He could feel it in his very soul that retribution for all the evils that had been done were about to be paid in full in one clean sum. ******************************************************** The Russians gave a mighty battle cry as they opened fire on the large creature that had opened fire on them with the Gatling gun. Seamus loved the indescribable ferociousness that these men fought with.....for naught. The Doctor had made it quite clear; No Russians will live past this day.
Seamus thumbed the hammer back down on his revolver and walked away from the fight and went outside.
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Feb 2, 2011 20:13:53 GMT -5
Will crouch walked over to the cement railing that fomred part of the bridge between both sides of the hallway. In front of him two tyrants did battle while below, the Union soldier's rained fire apon the larger of the tyrants. The mercenary slowly rose above the cement wall, aimed his grenade launcher towards the group of soldier's before, and fired. The launcher made a *whoop* sound as the canister exited the barrel, soared through the air, and exploded into a tile column. The explosion sent tile and cement debris in all directions and also threw both soldier's standing next to it flying, killing them insantly. Will ducked back behind the cement wall and ejected the canister.
"Someone get downstairs," Will yelled over the gunfire as he slid a new canister into place. "Don't want them focusing all there attention up here."
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 6, 2011 14:26:09 GMT -5
NHMAT missed it's attack and the other Tyrant began to fire upon it again. The Tyrant got enraged and charged it's foe. With it's shoulder extended NHMAT ran forward, the Tyrant missed agian. He didn't have enough time to stop it's self. NHMAT flew over the balcony and landed on a cache of weapons. The Russian's were already unloading into the Tyrant. NHMAT caught glimpse of it's next target. This man was diffrent from the Russians. NHMAT jumped off the cache of weapons and charged after the target. Once close enough, he moved his elongated arm to swat the man. If he is sucessful the strike would be enough to knock him into a wall but not kill him.
Jayceon listened to Will's order. He moved down the steps and grabbed his AK-47. Street took off running and slid into a wall that gave him enough cover. He popped around and fired three shots aiming for the closest Russian. "This is gunna be some hardcore sh*t. Come get it you bastards!" He shouted.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Feb 6, 2011 16:35:51 GMT -5
You can have it all, my empire of dirt
The Union soldiers were dropping like flies. Their Colonel backed away, his weapons empty and virtually useless to him now. He tossed his empty Makarov aside as he looked down at his vest. It was splattered with the blood of his men, men he had been with since the beginning, men he had fought along side since the eighties. He gave a cry, as he tore off the combat vest, throwing it to the floor. His face was torn with emotion, as he looked and saw the incoming group who had slaughtered his men. Tears flowed down his checks, as he unsheathed his combat knife. The Colonel turned the blade and aimed it towards Will. His finger began to put pressure on the trigger when MacGyvers brought his rifle down against the back of the Russian's head, sending him to the ground. ************************************************** A001 saw the tyrant retreat from combat and turned it's attention back to the mission at hand, the eradication of the Union Forces. It looked down and saw that only one soldier remained in the group, and it seemed that he was outgunned himself. A001 was about to engage in combat when a signal was sent to it's brain.
"Return. Mission is terminated." the computerized General AI said into it's brain. A001 acknowledged the order and quickly made it's way out of the mall. ******************************************************** Seamus cursed under his breath as he walked away. The BOW should be finished by now. The pickup was going to be here any moment. He could hear the whopping of the helicopter blades as he walked across the parking lot. As he looked up, a powerful blow knocked him to his stomach. Seamus' face hit the pavement with a thud. He turned his blood filling face towards what had struck him, and terror filled his heart as he looked at the larger tyrant that had attacked in the mall.
Panicked, Seamus aimed his revolver at it. ***************************************** A001 looked down at the parking lot at Seamus being attacked by the tyrant. It brought up it's rifle when once again the General AI gave an order.
"No longer priority. Evacuate."
A001 lowered the rifle as it turned it's attention to the incoming chopper. The KA-60 hovered in range for A001 to leap aboard. (A001 is now back at the Broken Union) **************************************** MacGyvers looked down at the Union Colonel, his rifle pointed at the man, his leg standing on the Colonel's arm. Malice was in MacGyvers' eyes as he kept the rifle trained on the Colonel's face.
"Children....you....." he muttered, obviously struggling over what should be done with the man. He knew he said to kill them all, but answers were needed.
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Post by Sinn on Feb 6, 2011 21:36:26 GMT -5
Siris kept above the main floor in fear of the Zombie horde. He had been in the mall for sometime; a task he doubt he could do twice. He walked through the white, narrow corridor where the bathroom where located. He grasped his AK-47 tightly in his palm as he stepped out, looking for either friend's or foes. He managed to hook his radio to an emergency PA system, his radio acted as a microphone and the wires as the transceiver, "If anyone is alive please contact radio frequency: Two-Three-Zero-zero-niner. I have food,water, and safety if you do not have a radio; I am on the west-wing, first floor bathrooms. Please if you are hearing this...You will be alright." Siris flipped off the radio and leveled his AK-47 and waited for a response.
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Feb 6, 2011 23:45:15 GMT -5
This is it. Will thought as he ducked under the AK-47 being swung at him. The mercenary sprung up after the weapon was out of range and with his knife already drawn, slammed it into the side of the Union soldier's head. The former Soviet loyalist slumped to the ground. Slain by Will's blade, which he wiped off on the dead man's shoulder and slipped back into it's sheath. A few feet away he witnessed MacGyvers subdue the Colonel which now stared up at the barrel of his weapon. This was it. The final blow to the Union. And he, along with MacGyvers, who had been fighting them for so long, would finally witness.
A grin stretched across his face as he stepped over his fallen enemy, unholstered his pistol, and walked directly towards the fallen colonel. As he crossed the bloodied tile floor he fired a round into one man who had been crawling away from the scene as he passed. The fallen Union soldier finally laid still as he closed the gap between himself and the colonel. Will moved past MacGyvers and dropped to one knee next to the fallen colonel.
"How does it feel to be the last sniveling communist left in your little group?" he asked as the man spat on his gas mask. Will shook his head and waved his finger back and forth mockingly before bringing his fist down on the man's nose, breaking it instantly. He reached behind his head and removed his gas mask and tossed it to the side. "I just want you to know that we will take the utmost pleasure in killing you as slow as possible. I will see to it that your corpse is paraded around the city even if I have to strap you to the hood of a car!" Will yelled and sent another punch into the man's face and stood back up to look at MacGyvers.
"Thought I'd let that out," he said wiping his sweaty brow. "What would you like to do with him? Return him to Washington for him to answer to his crimes? Or shall we just say he died in the crossfire before we torture him to death?"
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 7, 2011 3:01:44 GMT -5
NHMAT watched as the human aimed it's weapon at him. The Tyrant extended it's arm to grab the mans throat. He lifted him up and threw him into a car that was directly behind him. The Tyrant let it's arm drop to it's waist and moved even closer to the human. In the matter of seconds, he will kill the frail human.
Jayceon stepped out of his cover as the men began to drop like flies. The smaller Tyrant had escaped and the other chased a man outside of the building. All that was left was the Russians and his little group. Streets really loved the battle, it reminded him of before the outbreak. In the streets of compton.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Feb 7, 2011 17:59:29 GMT -5
Seamus' body was crumpled in the car. He tried to raise his arm again to aim his weapon, only to find that it was broken.
"Damn you!" Seamus screamed, as he remembered something Ander had told him back at the airship.
"Have you ever seen the play Der Friesutz?" Ander asked Seamus as they walked towards the helicopter.
"Never..." Seamus replied, not caring what the German had to say on the matter.
"In it the character Casper angers the black huntsman Zamiel." Ander continues. "Casper is whisked away to hell for his sins, his body cast into a ravine and rip to pieces by wolves."
"What does this have to do with me?" Seamus asked, as he stopped in his tracks.
"I bring this up to ask you, what will you do in the presences of death? Die like a warrior? Die with honor? What will you do, when Zamiel comes to collect you?"
Seamus' eyes went wide, as he shuddered in the car. He squirmed, trying to open the door of the car before the creature unleashed another attack upon the vehicle. ******************************************************
MacGyvers shook his head.
"I told you." he said, as he shouldered his rifle and unsheathed his blade. The Colonel tried to get out of MacGyvers' grasp, only to have the Scotsman deliver a punch across his face. "Kill them all."
MacGyvers' took the knife, starting at the Colonel's nose, and swirled it around the Colonel's face, creating a whirlpool cut into the man's face. The communist let out an ear shattering scream as MacGyvers continued to cut. MacGyvers' face was completely emotionless as he disfigured the man at his mercy.
"Five years...." he whispered, as he cut, barely audible over the man's screams. "Five years of fighting...five years of death....I am going to take my time."
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Post by Sinn on Feb 7, 2011 20:16:24 GMT -5
Siris finally moved from the bathrooms and headed through the main lobby. Gun shots echoed throughout the first floor. Siris climbed a set of unused escalators as he peered out the window to see a Tyrant attacking a lone man, who was ducking inside the car. Siris noticed several dead men who bore the Soviet Union symbol, their weapons where no doubt Russian as they carried AK47s, Saigas and a few Dragunov rifles. Siris slung his modified AK47 and grabbed one of the rifles and took aimed directly at the Tyrant, he took a deep breathe as he followed the Tyrant with the sniper rifle. He took a long exhale and squeezed the trigger, launching the 7.62 round perfectly between Tyrant's eyes. He kept his sights trained, just in case the first round either missed or the round simply lodged it self in the large creature. He kept his radio on, just in case someone decided to finally contact his radio's frequency.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 7, 2011 23:19:37 GMT -5
NHMAT reached for the door, when a round hit him in the shoulder. The bullet didn't pierce the skin. The Tyrant unfazed by the round continued to pursue it's target. He ripped the door of the hinges, and tossed it directly behind him. He reached in and grabbed the humans leg. NHMAT pulled the man out of the vehicle holding him by one leg. If the man looked directly into NHMAT's eyes. He could see that the Tyrant was smiling. NHMAT pulled it's claw back in preperation to jam it's claws into his stomach.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 7, 2011 23:39:17 GMT -5
Something stirred within the confines of the shattered shopping complex. In the absence of moonlight, two silhouettes danced. One is nimble by the virtues of training, the other being sluggish and consumed by an undying hunger. The two figures embrace, as a sharp object is produce by the agiler and impaled into the throat of the slower. A soft whispering moan erupts from the decayed lips of the dying silhouette; feminine yet grotesque. In response, the surviving figure wheezes through his mask. It is a mechanical and foreboding sound. As the hungering creature crumbled onto the floor, an omnipresent crimson light floods the broken corridor. Its source: devilish looking eyes from the infrared goggles of an armored mask, belonging to an equally intimidating figure clad in black military attire.
“Il a été un moment.”
Against the backdrop of a ripped advertisement for the Umbrella Corporation, the darkly clad figure sheathed his combat knife. His every movement was crisp, aloof, and perhaps even unnatural. At the instant of having had stepped over the undead creature, a host of insects, rodents, and other vermin began to quickly scramble away-
Xavier, the Dark Wolf had returned.
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Feb 8, 2011 13:54:40 GMT -5
The mercenary stood to the side, wiping his gas mask of the saliva the mercenary had spit on it, all the while watching the scene unfold. MacGyvers took no mercy on the man and neither would Will. The two had been fighting this war for too long, they would get there revenge, even if it meant taking it out on the last Union soldier. But, even that wouldn't be enough for all the damage and pain they had caused nor the thousands who had been murdered by them. They would never be fully satisfied and Will thought MacGyvers would agree. Too much pain through the years...to much death. The men that had helped them wouldn't understand. No one could except the two men that were taking pleasure in killing the last remnant of a dead army.
The mercenary's rugged face dissappeared behind the emotionless latex gas mask as he slowly walked towards the fallen colonel. MacGyvers continued to slice his face as he let out blood curdiling screams, screams for assistance, which would never arrive. Will crouched beside the colonel's head, reached behind his back and produced a knife. The U.S. Army 1918 trench knife. The knife looked to be like any ordinary knife, except for the fact that the hilt was basically a set of brass knuckles, a interogator's dream weapon. Will waved the knife in front of the colonels face as he continued to scream.
"This is what I like to call the 'Pulveriser'. You see Colonel many people don't appreciate older weaponry. They think that just because they weren't tested in a lab for a couple years means they aren't sh*t," The colonel continued screaming as Will continued his little game. "Your not paying attention colonel! Do you want to die slower?!"
The man's screams intensified as Will brought the blade down into the man's leg until his flesh his the hilt.
"Now, your going to tell us everything we want to know."
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 9, 2011 2:36:06 GMT -5
The seemingly lone corporate commando waltzes forward, an undaunted presence upon this ghoulish battlefield. A singular hand is raised. It told ‘them’ to rally to his position. This Canine of Battle is not quite alone. His pack was lingering by. Like spirits blending from the afterlife, two others appeared; a slender female wielding a flamethrower unit as a support weapon and a large austere-looking figure which reeked of controlled carnage. Like the Dark Wolf, they too operated behind fearsome masks; complete with eyes bearing malicious intent.
“Area secured, Captain.” The larger man had whispered through his mask, as he brought up their rearguard with a QBZ-03 assault rifle. He also had an under-barrel grenade launcher installed. Several toxic-looking 40 mike-mike bio-chemical grenades could be seen strapped to his chest-rig. Dodson viewed himself as a ‘God of War’. Thus he was imposing, as such.
“That’s stupid” had replied a whimsical, yet biting voice. A spark of fire was ignited upon the threshold of the Type 74 flamethrower unit. The petite figure with an oversized weapon took a knee and began to observe the area about. It’s been a while since she been in Glasgow. Even longer since she knew peace, Miss Bailey, the Amber Snake was always vigilant.
“There is no such thing as a battlefield that is secured; Murphy’s Law is always in full effect, soldier boy.” She cautioned.
“Oorah, little girl.” Ares responded.
Jean ‘Shiro’ Xavier, re-designated ‘Dark Wolf’ brings up his QBZ-95 assault rifle. Quickly having had flicked the ejection switch, the last commando of White Umbrella checks his ammunition. He softly smacked the magazine up against his ballistic helmet to ensure that the springs within it will feed the ammunition correctly. He then slammed the magazine back, cocks the weapon once more, readjusts the sights to the aim-point system installed, before being satisfied with the workings of his new weapon. It paid to be prepared, preparation was everything.
Without a spoken response, the Dark Wolf performs a singular hand gesture; its meaning: to advance. As one, the three-person cell unit swiftly advances deeper into the destroyed formerly recreational complex. Like ghosts, in every sense of the word, they slip in and out of rooms, narrowly- to the eyes at least- avoiding the grabbing arms of the refusing-to-be-deceased and stray bullets of armed combatants. Yet as they advanced, they left no trace. No weapons were fired, for they were not yet needed. No visualization possible, for their infrared goggles switched on and off as necessary. No foe would encounter them, unless they wished for death. They were the first, and the last of Umbrella’s Special Operations Unit.
The group eventually reached target ‘Delta Alpha’. Dark Wolf’s unit quickly gets into position within the carcass of a shopping store. As always, the unit observes. Some sort of raging firefight had happened below them. They were on the fourth level. The target was on the first. Soldiers laid dead all about. Foreign soldiers with foreign arms. There were also bio-organic weapons too, weapons that had once belonged to White Umbrella. The UMB-SPEC-OPS unit retained their combat discipline, possible attack pointed, and lines of directed fire to kill everyone underneath them were set up. Shiro himself unhooks a small unit from his back, an unmanned ground vehicle and begins to set up a .50 caliber anti-material rifle upon it. The unmanned ground vehicle, or UGV, once set up, silently wheels itself out.
“Thirty meters below us” Dodson had reported.
“About ten targets. They are armed. Overhead satellites are available. Blue Queen reports that they are not ours.”
“Hmm.” Xavier softly whispered. His characteristic smirk heard, even if not seen, beneath the gasmask. “We have the advantage. Observe for now, safeties off, but maintain trigger discipline.”
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Post by Sinn on Feb 9, 2011 19:27:08 GMT -5
Siris cursed as the round simply ricocheted clean off the large Tyrant. Siris took a deep breathe and accurately dumped the magazine into the Tyrant. He tossed the Dragunov Rifle to the ground and scooped up his modified AK-47. Unlike the countless dead Soviet soldiers that lay dead in puddles of their own blood. His was personalized, fitted with more attachments than he almost had room for. The fixed stock was removed and replaced with a telescopic stock as well as a cheekplate. All of the heavy, cumbersome wood was replaced with much lighter carbon fiber. An ACOG sight, an extended magazine and a foregrip with the Assault rifle finished in orange ERDL camouflage pattern. He leaned from the second floor to see several more heavily armed men ready themselves and began to walk toward his current position. Siris took cover in one of the many raided stores and flicked the safety off. He leveled the rifle towards the men, he didn't know who these men where, or if they were hostile. He just needed to be ready in case the worse came to realization. His mind wondered about the man before, the one being attacked by the Tyrant. Siris shook his head and turned his radio frequency interceptor on and waited for the men to use it. If he could hear what they were saying, then he could properly analyze who these men where and what the hell they wanted.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 9, 2011 19:52:36 GMT -5
“Contact, one o’clock, target male, armed with a Kalashnikov.” Dodson calmly stated through his secured frequency hopping radio. The former Marine pushes his rifle up against his body and adjusts himself into a sharpshooting position with arms tucked in. Likewise, the whole Umbrella Special Operations Unit adjusts as well. Xavier, the Dark Wolf merely swung his rifle to the side as a measure to cover Dodson. A spark of flame had been lit behind them, Bailey the Amber Snake now played rearguard.
“Rules of Engagement, Captain?” Dodson requested. “Keep calm, and I’m not a Captain.” replied the Canine of War. “I say we roast him, ask questions later, boss.” The Amber Snake had motioned.
“Ha.” The Dark Wolf commented. Their ‘discussion’ unheard murmurs behind imposing masks. “We have no official tags, no official background, and we officially don’t exist. As far as these survivors know, we’re a rescue squad from the government. As far as these others think, we’re their reinforcements.” Xavier then flips a switch on his weapon, and a laser sight appears, illuminating a store in which there was obviously someone in. The mechanical whirl of the UGV can be heard somewhere in the distance.
“Return fire if engaged. Otherwise, maintain watch. Our goal here is target Delta Alpha. Nothing else.”
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