comradecage
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Post by comradecage on Apr 7, 2010 20:16:51 GMT -5
Marcus nodded, trying his best to pay no attention to the Russians. "It seems plausible. We could check, But there is no way we can take out a group of enemies with these" he said, gesturing to Bennett's and his own weapons. He turned quite abruptly to the General. "Is there anything else we can take with us? At all? There has to be something else you can spare us." He added with a little bit of a snake's tone, "After all, we are getting you fuel to fly out of here. This is going to help you a lot more than us, and I know that." He never truster the Russians. It seemed all too convenient that they would fly in shortly after the outbreak to deal with something, and he was in no mood to die just because he didn't have the right equipment to undertake what was needed.
"We will need some form of explosive. Something to take out something big. I've seen those monsters made of muscle, and even the stopping power of my 686P and Bennett's AK-47U won't be enough to stop little more than a small pack. Do you have something we can use in case of an emergency?"
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 9, 2010 13:34:10 GMT -5
"Yes...we have stronger weaponry at our disposal..." Brezhnev replied. "However....I do not believe that it is prudent we use it. If we do come across some of the larger mutations in the city, we must choose flight over fight."
"You mean run away? What kind of soldiers are you people?" Bennett asked.
"The kind that have outlasted others." Brezhnev retorted. "Our automatic weapons may pepper the larger targets, but I can assure you that they are far from able to drop them completely. We deploy flashbangs when we come across something larger than what we can handle. Blind the monster, pull back, and hopfully it will be disoriented enough to not give chase."
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comradecage
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Post by comradecage on Apr 9, 2010 15:04:16 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." Marcus thought aloud. Brezhnev was right. He seemed to have a strong point, and not a little connection with his common sense still. Anything larger would have to have a same-sized pain threshold, so it seemed likely more would die before they would actually be able to take it down.
"You've got a point. Well then. No more procrastinating. If we're going to do this, let's hurry so the zombies don't have time to move around too much. I came up pretty recently, so it shouldn't be hard to dodge most of them." Marcus was thinking of running ahead, but he'd rather wait for the others to take point.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 13, 2010 17:54:08 GMT -5
Brezhnev nodded for his men to take point. The two Spetsnaz moved ahead of the men with their weapons up. Brezhnev followed behind the two soldiers with Bennett and Marcus hanging back. The Russians swept the hallway with their gaze before moving up the hall.
To Bennett, the Russians seemed to enjoy almost the trek down the hallway. The possibility of danger being around every corner seemed to give the General a quickened step for a man in the later part of his life. He then began to think about this alliance with these men. They seemed to be highly organized and well equipped, however they looked at everything as being just a means to an end...an end to the lives of several men and women who may have played a small part in the decimation they now faced.
Brezhnev and his men stopped in their tracks. The General held up his hand in a signal to stop. Down the hallway, gathered around the doorway that would lead outside, was a large creature. It had a frog's head and hissed slightly as it breathed. The creature's claws almost reached the ground in it's hunched over stance.
"Hunter...." Brezhnev breathed, as he and his men took aim at the creature.
Bennett raised up his weapon as well, aiming at the creature. The abomination looked up at the men in the hallway and gave an ear shattering screech. It lowered to its haunches and leaped into the air towards the men.
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comradecage
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Post by comradecage on Apr 13, 2010 20:16:40 GMT -5
Marcus was also pointing his weapon at this...thing... He'd never seen a creature so bizzare...or even so scary. The muscular-looking things (he learned were called Lickers) were bad enough, but this thing was...
And to make matters worse, he was not expecting this thing to fly at them the way it was now. Marcus was a strong man, but he knew when to back off. A quick roll to the left as the thing came down where he stood may well have saved his life all the same anyways. His Browning raised, (He wished to conserve his 686P's ammo) he searched for some sort of extremity, some sort of point that may make the creature at least disoriented. He spotted the eyes: big, lifeless yellow orbs, in the shape of a reptile's.
Two shots later, those yellow orbs were now red (Do they bleed red blood? I think they bleed green. Oh well, insert blood color here XD) and dripping with the creature's blood. This did not stop it, however. Marcus should have thought better. Naturally any reptilian-like creature was not so reliant on eyesight, but rather, scent. Though shocked, it quickly regained it's stature, charging at Marcus. Marcus dove again (more like body checked XD), this time towards the creature, hoping to stumble it by rolling into it's legs. It was a bold, risky move, but this may give the group time to either kill it or take it down.
Marcus rolled into the legs, knocking it over luckily; it's bulk too much for it to maintain balance. Unfortunately, the slam also had an impact on him as well. His side ached, and as he searched himself, he noticed he clipped the claws of the creature in the gut. It wasn't serious; though there was a puncture hole, it wasn't too deep. It would heal over the period of a day or two.
He looked over in time to see Brezhnev gun the beast down, finding a spot hidden from his point of view, killing the creature, the scream so loud, Marcus thought his eardrums would burst.
(Hey Big Boss, you don't have to come back and keep posting, but I feel like I've made you stay. If you want to move on, just let me know. I'll give you four days to respond, otherwise I'm moving on. Sorry man...)
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comradecage
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Post by comradecage on Apr 22, 2010 9:23:37 GMT -5
(SOrry Big Boss, but as Edgey wanted me to say, "You are a really nice girl and all, but this just won't work." XD)
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 26, 2010 22:17:06 GMT -5
OOC: No worries....just been busy with finals and all. Sorry for the extended delay. Seeing as you have apparently left the area without giving any directions that you have, I guess I shall move on as well.
During the fighting, Marcus had left the group. Bennett watched as the officer left.
"Wait!" he shouted, raising his arm to stop him. Brezhnev grabed his arm.
"Let him go...." Brezhnev growled.
"No." Bennett replied. "If we are going to sur-"
"This is not about survial for us," Brezhnev interupted Bennett. "this is about revenge...this is about giving just punishment to the ones responsible. If you feel you must go after....then by all means." Brezhnev said, letting go of Bennett's arm. The officer turned to follow Marcus.
"But if you are going." Brezhnev said, as he and his men aimed thier weapons at him. "I suggest you give us back our rifle."
Bennett, who was not too shocked at the Russian's behavior, dropped the AK. They were not here to help; they had dark work to do and as such, had little to no connection with the people in Raccoon City.
"See ya later.....General." Bennett said snarkly, as he ran off after Marcus.
*Officer Bennett is now at the Raccoon City Mall**
"Comrade General?" one of the Spetsnaz asked, as they moved down the hallway.
"We move out....to the streets." Brezhnev stated. "Let the civilians go."
The soldiers nodded in agreement as they made their way outside.
*Brezhnev is headed to the Uptown Streets System*
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Post by madmanx225 on Jul 5, 2010 14:15:18 GMT -5
[Vince Myers enters]The new room was larger and the stench of undead corpses was not far off. Blood dripped from the ceiling and covered the floor. Vince moved into a small cubicle to find another computer, he found what he hadn't hoped for as a Cerberus lay in rest under the desk. He attempted to back away slowly as the zombie dogs nose flinched at the smell of food. Its dead eye opened to see Vince backing away as it jumped to attention and hopped forward; Vince rolled away, dodging the vicious Cerberus. He sprinted into the far corner of the room as the Cerberus attempted to pounce him, he lifted his FAL and fired; the dog dropped to the floor instantly. Blood oozed out of the rotted body as Vince stepped over it cautiously. He moved quickly to the far side of the room and opened the door. A light flickered above Vince's head as he progressed slowly. The sound of dragging footsteps had aroused Vince's attention as the bulb above his head blew out. He reached into his pocket and revealed a Lighter. It illuminated the room; as well as, a hulking figure a mere 5 feet in front of Vince. The monstrosity back handed Vince as he flew into a filing cabinet. Papers flooded the room and the lighter sparked a fire. The small room was a flame and Vince was stuck in it with the monster. He fired at it but it was obviously no use, Vince dove forward and stormed out the double doors behind the monster. The smoke ravaged the ceiling as Vince kicked a large desk over and onto the door. He turned to see a staircase as the monster attempted to bust through the door. In fail, the monster threw itself against the wall and collapsed it. The now apparent Tyrant stood in front of Vince, it's claw hand readied to kill him and its external heart ready for Vince. He spun around, the room was too small and risky to fight the Tyrant, and dashed up the stairs. [Now at RCPD 2nd Floor]
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 8, 2010 17:03:29 GMT -5
(Nightshade and Jake Threatt enter from main hall)
The pair passed through one of the offices leading to the evidence room, passing by a large series of desks set up in the centre, broken lockers lining one wall and deep footprints stamped into the floor.
"Hmm, heard about this, supposedly a few STARS troops got chased through here by a crazy monster. Eight feet tall and using a bazooka if you can believe that. You'd think it would have just shot at them if that was the case."
He kicked a chair out from in front of the evidence room door, passing by the duty officers partition and starting to rifle through the shelves for anything useful. Feigning interest in any weapons he found and breaking locks with the knife he'd picked up back at the gas station fight.
"Most looters would go straight for the main armory, but this is where you find the really interesting stuff."
Ethan found a few filing cabinets buried at the back of the room, letting Jake look for weapons whilst he got down to his real work. According to the computer he'd checked, arms running reports should be in drawer 5. As he pulled it open he heard a click and the sound of a tape starting.
"Of course I anticipated this masked man." A distorted voice started playing over the tape. "I think this should end your snooping before you cause more inconvenience...perhaps you could retire."
It trailed off laughing as a small device in the cabinet mixed binary liquids and started spraying them over the files, causing a small fire to start.
"No no no no no!"
Ethan grabbed a fire extinguisher off the wall and sprayed it at the blaze, unfortunatly the saboteur had done his homework, an additive to the extinguisher increased the flames, causing the contents of the whole drawer to burn faster, before the chemicals expired and the fires extinguished itself. Ethan looked in at the few ashes remaining and gritted his teeth, picking up the cabinet and throwing it against the wall.
"God DAMMIT!"
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Post by Kan on Jul 8, 2010 17:51:47 GMT -5
The young airman nodded his head in agreement at Nightshade's comments, made sense that unconventional weapons would be here. He browses the lockers, pondering through those bashed by some kinda of large creature, finding nothing.
On the other side of the room he spots a locked drawer, with a label on it "B. Robbery *****" the date being unreadable. He raises his revolver and takes careful aim at the dead lock, and he squeezes the trigger. There is a loud report of the gunshot, as the bullet slams into the lock, damaging it, but not enough to open the lock. He sighs in frustration and he fires again, this time the lock goes flying.
The airman looks at the revolver, shrugs and tosses it in a corner, he was out of ammo for it anyway. He moves to the drawer and opens it to find an old looking TMP put into a plastic bag, with another plastic bag containing an extra mag and ammo next to it. The airman grins, and takes it out of the drawer. Just as he was taking it out of the plastic he heard the recording, and rushed to Nightshade.
He made to him in time to see the device, and see him grab the fire extinguisher, he shouts to him, "Wait!" but is to late, as the chemicals in the extinguisher add to the fire. He is surprised at the man's reaction as he watches him throw the cabinet at the wall.
"What the hell was that about?"
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 10, 2010 18:18:32 GMT -5
"That was a whole year of trawling every grubby dock across the west coast, beating information out of every two bit punk who thinks a glock makes him a tough guy and digging through crates filled with enough weaponry to turn every street and suburb into a hellhole that would put any third world warzone to shame, all for nothing. Most of all it was one mans chance to put all of it behind him and go home, see his family again."
He kicked over another cabinet, focusing his anger elsewhere in case he started taking a swing at someone undeserving.
"Back to square one."
He calmed down, thinking things over, maybe he could take a break now, help out other people for a while. At minimum he could at least get some allies, try to get what he needed through helping them out.
"So you get anything you can use? We shouldn't hang around too long. Keep the mutants guessing."
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Post by Escachick357 on Oct 22, 2010 22:47:24 GMT -5
The trip from the hospital to the police station was not an easy one, July realized after a while. For a short while, the streets were close enough to bare. She knew better than to think that it was safe to travel and she was happy that she did not relax by the time she got to the police station.
The outside was murder to get into. There was a crowd of the undead trying to pound their brainless way inside the station. At first, only one or two of them actually noticed July and Allister, easily enough for the two to sneak by and into the station. Then her radio went off for an update. The shouting of the leader back home was more than enough to take most of the remaining undead's attention from the station to the two people. Not good.
One, two, and even five were enough for July and Allister to handle, but this group was nearing twenty and faint moans from different directions called for more. They could not take all of them alone. July knew that and with her stealth, she grabbed Allister by the arm and led him into the station. That was all outside.
She wasn't even thinking when the two of them entered the main hall and first floor. She had only two things on her mind: getting the information she needed and getting the hell out of here alive and not transformed. While she walked down one of the first floor halls, one with the doors to the cafeteria and the reception office, a familiar sound came. At first, it sounded like no more than a broken steam pipe. Then it slowly moved to have more of a throaty sort of noise and clicking to it. Of all the things she had to run from, she just had to come across one of the lickers. And to make things worse, she had no idea where exactly the noise was coming from. All she knew was that it was coming closer and closer within seconds.
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Post by John on Oct 29, 2010 11:48:46 GMT -5
Allister heard the licker and swore under his breath. He glanced to July. He couldn't tell whether she was nervous or not, he guessed the streets had toughened her. Allister returned his attention to the hidden licker. Using his senses that were honed by the army rangers, he focused on trying to locate the source. It was not easy in the empty police station which was so friendly to echoes.
The guttural noises were definitely close now. Allister readied his rifle. Things were about to get ugly. Suddenly, he heard something behind him. Turning quickly he saw the licker lunging at them. Quickly he pushed July out of the way, not having time to worry about her falling, and rolled to the other side as the licker slid past them. Spinning quickly, Allister took aim and fired a quick shot. It clipped the licker in the shoulder. Locking in another round lightning fast he let it fly, nicking the creature's dense skull, a glancing blow. Cringing, Allister stood and ran to July. Helping her up quickly he turned to run down the hall.
"Lets get some distance so I can set up for a good shot!"
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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 1, 2010 19:22:02 GMT -5
The force of Allister shoving July to the side was just strong enough for her to fall to the ground. She dropped mumbled curses about her body weight as she quickly stood up from the ground. She turned quickly and aimed at the licker, who was still alive despite the nick in his brain. One quick bullet was enough to bring it down completely.
For a short while, the hallways were quiet, a good sign. July turned her head back to Allister and gave him a death glare. "Don't you ever push me again!" It was a simple threat from her, though in no way an empty one. She meant the simple threat and hoped that Allister got it. She pulled slightly on the arm in Allister's hand and added, "I need you to help me with something."
She pulled him down the hallway more so they would be closer to one of the file rooms she needed to be at. There was a moan followed by a few others. The numbers of moans could not determine exactly how many zombies there were. That part was determined shortly when two zombies came walking and a third crawling as if its legs were completely paralyzed.
July thought the crawling one was somewhat humorous. Of all the creatures wandering around this city, the crawler was the only one that had somewhat of a weakness. She had to admit that it was crawling faster than the ones that were walking so that one needed to be taken care of. If Allister wanted to take care of the walkers, he was free to. However, what the two of them did not know was that much farther down the hall was a body laying on the floor, it's skin dark red...and it was just about to get onto its feet.
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Post by John on Nov 13, 2010 0:56:43 GMT -5
Allister raised an eyebrow at July's harsh threat. Didn't she understand that he had saved her? Oh well, it was probably a matter of pride. Allister could understand that would be important to a child of the streets.
As several zombies presented themselves down the hall, Allister readied his rifle. July, however, was quicker, and made quick work of one of the zombies that was crawling quickly towards them. In response, Allister took aim at one of the remaining two and delivered a quick head shot. As it fell, unbelieving his scope, Allister lowered his rifle quickly and peered down the hall. There running at them was none other then what was known as a crimson head. Allister swore under his breath as the creature moved astoundingly quickly towards them, knocking the other walker out of the way to get to its living prey. Allister locked in another round lightning fast, but not fast enough. The crimson head was on top of him and July, readying a swipe. Allister grabbed July and spun behind the creature, drawing his combat rod. Blocking another swipe with two hands, Allister began beating away at the creature, trying to keep it at bay. He cocked his head back and shouted to July.
"When I get out of the way, shoot the damn thing!" Cocking his arm back, Allister delivered a powerful blow to the side of the creature's skull and got ready to roll to the side.
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