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Post by KR0R1C on Feb 17, 2012 10:24:38 GMT -5
Sam left the cab and returned to the cart with her partner. She paced the floor and picked up an EBR and her backpack. Before taking a seat across the aisle from Aya she removed her jacket and blood-stained white shirt. This showed off her slender near flawless mid section. Having grown up from her luxurious childhood with the progenitor repairing her body, she had very few scars no matter how bad the wound seemed to initially be.
She pulled an olive drab PT shirt from her back and slipped it over her head and covered herself once again. Finally she took a seat and dug out a few small containers and placed them at her side. She then pulled the clips out of all her weapons and began refilling them all with ammo that she extracted from the containers. When she was finished she reloaded her two pistols and rifle. Finally she picked up the EBR and began looking it over for a way to disassemble it.
"So..."
Sam was at a loss of words. She knew what she wanted to bring up. Like all the near super powers that Aya subtly displayed. The witch had never met anyone like herself and she had an overwhelming urge that Aya was if not exactly the same, at least very similar. Sam nearly wished for someone to point out her mutations, if only to have something to relate to someone about. But at the same time fear of exposing herself kept her mouth shut on the subject.
"What do you think we will be walking into next?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 17, 2012 12:54:53 GMT -5
"Whatever it is-" Aya's muffled voice groaned out from her still buried face, "I hope it can wait a couple of hours so I can get some feeling back into my hands," she was acting surprisingly grouchy; even to herself the tone raised a brow, it felt relieving so she chose not to block it out. The precocious girl could not remember the last time she had ever honestly complained about anything with proper, bitter spite.
Familiar clicks of lead and copper a moment before had been a nice ambient. Almost like counting sheep, Aya could have fallen asleep to it. Only after the silence from her answer did she pick up on the odd provocative tune to the raven girl's question. It had that premeditated pitch to it that came off as wanting something more than just a plain answer.
Aya looked up, raising her head enough so her yellow hues could be seen. She watched the girl sitting opposite her, keeping the stare even when they made eye contact, "You've got a pretty embellished look for someone who used to be a Marine. You know that?" she leaned more onto one cheek, "Plus an inept sense of duty running on risk," her judgement was quickly followed by covering her eyes again, "I bet you were the type to bend an order if it wasn't challenging enough. Either that or you're..." insecure. Aya chose not to finish that last sentence.
"What's your thoughts on where society is headed, Sam?" Aya asked without looking back up yet, "Where do you see things in a decade from now," noticing her own genuine interest of a second opinion, she let one eye peek out, "Reckon we can recover?"
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Post by Caliber on Feb 17, 2012 14:08:00 GMT -5
Despite the fact that three of her men had just been killed, and despite the fact that several Tyrants were locked away in a train car just two down from the one that she was currently taking shelter in, Izzie took a few seconds to reflect on the events of the past seven hours. ~~~ The day started out like any other would in the apocalyptic, monstrosity-filled universe that was now reality. Major Isobel Wolf, the commander of the Emergency Trauma Surgical Service (E.T.S.S.) of the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad (S.T.A.R.S.) division of the Bio-terrorism Security Assessment Alliance (B.S.A.A.), woke from her humble temporary estate-- which was really no more than a cruddy tent out in a small B.S.A.A. outpost in Beauvais, France. Izzie had traveled out to Beauvais with the E.T.S.S. Alpha Team to deliver medical supplies to a needy group of agents. After spending the night in the camp, while crowded around a morning fire, several dozens of large tremors shook the earth. Shortly after, a call came in over the radio that extreme medical assistance was required at the famously large B.S.A.A. Outpost in Paris, France, which wasn't far from Beauvais. Right from the beginning, Izzie knew that whatever had caused so much trouble to make the Paris outpost request all units immediately was definitely something out of the ordinary. Alongside nearly forty other soldiers, Izzie and E.T.S.S. Alpha Team traveled out to Paris via helicopter to aid in the disaster. Upon arrival, nobody was sure what to make of the situation, least of all Izzie herself. The very streets of Paris had been torn to shreds. Entire buildings were destroyed, including the United States Embassy that had long since began being used by the B.S.A.A. for an overseas outpost. Alpha Team of Emergency Trauma Surgical Service set up on scene and began to do what they did best. They provided medical attention to as many B.S.A.A. operatives as they could, but there simply weren't enough doctors to treat everyone in time. Several dozens of soldiers were killed in the 'attack'. Most injuries consisted of crush bones, severed limbs, and life-threatening lacerations. Even if there were enough surgeons and improvised operating rooms to go around, there still wouldn't be enough basic supplies to save even half of the injured. The carnage continued for less than an hour before a second attack was made on the Paris outpost by what could only be described as a gigantic worm B.O.W., with the ability to chew earth and stone. The second attack split all the B.S.A.A. forces into dozens of sects, and there was simply no hope for the situation. Evacuation began, but Izzie was lost amongst the chaos with three other E.T.S.S. operatives. They made their way to the Paris Bullet Train stations, which were still fully functional, and began charging up a train, unaware of the dangers that awaited them in the cargo cars. The train shot off, with only Izzie and the remaining three members of E.T.S.S. Alpha Team on-board. The bullet train took them out of Paris, and presumably away from the worm. However, the earth continued to shake with devastating tremors, as the worm continued to terrorize France, as though it were looking for a certain target in particular. While traveling at the highest speeds possible, Izzie and her three operatives thoroughly searched the train cars, to discover that large metal pods were lined up in freezer carts. The insignia on the pods was a familiar one-- the Umbrella symbol. It was rather obvious that the pods contained B.O.W.s of sorts. At the time, the solution to this issue seemed simple enough. Izzie and her team blocked off the freezer cars, sealing them away as they had been before discovery. However, thanks to the large tremors that continued to violently shake the earth, several of the pods were jarred open, and the tyrants escaped. Izzie's team fought their way to the hub car, evading the tyrants that pursued them. However, before reaching the front of the train, several tyrants got the jump on Izzie's team, and all but Izzie were killed. Izzie was able to escape into the next car up, and block off the tyrants in the car where they had killed her men-- but only briefly. Waves of energy from an unknown location, alongside the unrelenting earth tremors, continued to damage the train beyond repair. Izzie took shelter in the control car for roughly an hour and a half, constantly calling for evacuation over the radio upon reaching her destination. Her pleas for help were not answered. ~~~ "This is Major Isobel Wolf of E.T.S.S., en-route to Luxembourg via bullet train, requesting immediate evacuation upon arrival" Izzie shouted into her radio one last time, after having continued on for what felt like hours. As predicted, there was no response. "Mother f*cker!" Izzie shouted out of frustration, slamming her radio against the wall of the train, shattering it. The tyrants, still locked away two train carts down, continued to grow more and more restless. Fortunately, Izzie had managed to barricade the cart off rather well, which kept her safe for awhile. The bullet train that Izzie was aboard barely continued to ride along its tracks. The entire train was beginning to shake violently, and the sounds that it was emitting were making Izzie infinitely uneasy. The train diverted itself onto a different track, and was soon making its way toward a second bullet train further ahead. Izzie noticed this from several of the windows in the room, and recognized an opportunity. "All Systems Critical," read the screens of the bullet train's control hub. Izzie perked up, fully recognizing the danger of the situation. She would have to act fast, before the train destroyed itself. Jogging out of the pilot car, Izzie approached a loading door on the side of the next car down. She unhooked several latches that held it in place, then forced the door open with her hands, letting it slide along its tracks to the left of the car. The other speeding bullet train on the next tracks over wasn't more than six feet away, and could be jumped to, provided Izzie's timing was right. The 'new' train looked almost as beat up a the one Izzie was already on, and was clearly lacking a few cars, but at least it was still running. Izzie did not have the luxury of wondering who might be operating the train, or to fully contemplate the consequences of the actions she was about to perform. She had to act now, and fast. Several windows lined the car opposite to her position. Most were shattered, but the only one within reach remained intact. Well, that's inconvenient, Izzie thought. Izzie removed her stainless steel, snub-nosed Smith and Wesson 500 from its leather holster, fastened to her waist via her belt. She raised the monster of a handgun, grasping the sturdy wooden grips with both hands and gazing down the sights. Using the thumb of her right hand, keeping her index finger pressed tightly against the frame, she retracted the hammer, cocking it. She moved her trigger finger down off of the frame of the gun and curled it into the trigger guard, lightly resting it against the trigger itself. She lined her sights up to her target-- one of the remaining unshattered windows on the other train-- then squeezed the trigger. The cylinder locked in place, and the hammer slammed down on the primer of the first cartridge in the chamber. The gunpowder inside the cartridge ignited, which launched the colossal seven-hundred grain bullet down and out of the snub nosed barrel, sending it jetting toward the glass of the window on the passing train. The 'bullet-proof' glass of the bullet train was no match for the extra-hot, seven-hundred grain loads that Izzie was using in her fifty-caliber revolver. At more than one thousand feet per second, the chunk of lead fiercely impacted with the glass, sending the bullet through to the other side and leaving the glass caved and contorted in on itself. Izzie immediately re-holstered her revolver in its place on her waist, then shrugged her medical satchel off of her shoulders. Tucking the shoulder strap into the side of the bag, Izzie prepared to heave the bag through the window of the other train. Using both hands, Izzie chucked the dozen-pound bag through the air. Just as Izzie had anticipated, the bag smashed the rest of the way through the already severely damaged window, leaving an opening for Izzie to dive through, provided she could get her timing right. Izzie took a step back, then a deep breath, then sprinted toward the edge of the train at a speed that somewhat exceeded normal human capabilities. She lept through the air, curling herself into a ball, and successfully launched through the window of the other train. Izzie hit the ground of the interior of the new train with a thud. Pain immediately wracked her whole body, more severely in some places than others-- particularly on the interior of Izzie's thigh. She looked down in horror to see a large shard of glass piercing through her flesh. Out of instinct, she immediately tore the foreign object from her flesh and muscle, immediately realizing how foolish doing so was. She began bleeding profusely, as the glass had severed her femoral artery. Izzie broke into a panic, as such an injury would cause a normal human to bleed out in minutes-- however, Izzie was aware that she wasn't exactly 'normal' any longer. She pressed herself against the interior wall of the train, gripping her leg, still in pain. She put as much pressure on the wound as she could, but the bleeding did not slow. Her medical satchel had launched itself across the room, and was out of reach. Izzie loosened her grip on her leg momentarily to notice the bleeding finally slowing itself down, and almost immediately coming to a stop. Her flesh had already began to repair itself in front of her eyes, which were now glowing an unnatural crimson red. "What the f*ck is happening to me..." Izzie hushed under her breath, completely letting up her grip on her thigh. At this time, movement from deeper into the train car caught Izzie's attention, and she immediately ripped her revolver from its holster and pointed it in the direction of the potential threat, while still lying on the cold, blood-smeared floor of the train car. Two women stood before her, whom she had never seen before. They looked worn and tired, though alert and aware. Izzie's eyes once again flared crimson, as she held her revolver on the two.
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Post by KR0R1C on Feb 17, 2012 17:56:53 GMT -5
"Whatever it is I hope it can wait a couple of hours so I can get some feeling back into my hands."
The words stung rather like icicles, coldly putting an end to the attempted conversation. So with the slightest of shrugs Sam leaned back against the seat and relaxed now that she felt she was refreshed, and in order. It was a bit later that Aya chimed up once again, peeking over her own sleeves.
"You've got a pretty embellished look for someone who used to be a Marine. You know that? Plus an inept sense of duty running on risk. I bet you were the type to bend an order if it wasn't challenging enough..." Her voice trailed off at the end of that line.
The witch took the comments with a grain of salt. The fact that she was unscarred made her feel guilty after battles with her band of brothers while they all stitched wounds and chilled bruises. She felt that she earned or deserved her fair share of those same scars if only to prove to herself that she did everything she could have. But she always came out unscathed. As for her inept sense of duty, and bending orders that weren't challenging enough. It was almost true.
"More like I took the suicide missions..." She half sighed, before another momentary pause.
"What's your thoughts on where society is headed, Sam? Where do you see things in a decade from now. Reckon we can recover?"
"A decade from now?" Sam repeated the question. "Probably more thinned out than humanity is now. We've created our own hell. And humanity hasn't evolved in thousands of years, they are 99.9% a dead end race." The statistic was not meant to include people like Aya and herself. "It will be a miracle, or an act of god if humanity can pull themselves out of this one, this time around."
She didn't want to sound elitist because she truly cared for humanity she loved many of them and would protect as many as she could. But truth was they were weak and would have a hard time pulling themselves out of this pit. They'd need to find something to rise above the mess they created. She just hoped it wasn't the same way she had to.
"People like us are one in a few million," the last line sort of fell out of her mouth.
It was then that her ears picked up on a growing sound. Tuning in on it she realized it was coming toward them. Rising from her seat Sam cracked one of the window covers and peered out at the foliage as it zoomed by. It wast then that an opening appeared and a set of tracks came just along side of their own. And with the tracks came another train. A train in very poor condition; surprisingly worse than their own given it had a few more trolleys. She watched closely as a cargo door opened and a blonde haired girl began her escape. Obviously about to jump ship Sam turned to her partner.
"Aya! There's someone about to board with us!"
As she finished her line a loud gunshot rang along the short length of the train. Instinct caused the witch to grip her Raffica, and flip off the safety. Next a crash of glass as something with considerable weight crashed through the remaining window. Sam began moving toward the point of entry when a body come flying through and crash landed. The Raffica was now unholstered but not leveled. She watched as the dazed girl pulled a shard of glass from her leg and began bleeding. It didnt take long for the wound to heal. And it was then Sam got the feeling she had ran into yet another person somewhat like herself. She could almost smell it on her. Remembering her words from just moments ago;
Well this is just too coincidental...
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 18, 2012 11:15:14 GMT -5
"She's B.S.A.A." Aya noted post-haste, her sidearm already steadied after being brandished with malevolence; it was more or less written all over the woman's BDU, "Get her the bag!" she ordered Samantha while striding over to the destroyed window.
As the precautious girl looked through the jagged frame she witnessed an object fly towards the front of the car in the next train over. Aya did not wait to see what had caused the disturbance, already pulling down the metal sheeting to cover the opening. Just as the guard locked in place and sealed off a thick claw penetrated the armor, wrenching about. She lifted her foot and booted the external bone snapping it from the point where it entered.
Coarse wails tore at the air. Metallic thumps emitted along the side of the train car and onto the roof suggesting whatever had pursued the Biohazard specialist was likely searching for another way in. Several other thumps joined it, passing over the roof a couple of times before heading towards the rear end of the locomotive. Aya grunted, "This train isn't barricaded properly," snatching her rifle from nearby, the sling swaying violently before she plucked it out of the air and looped it over her head, "Take care of her while I sort this out," she spoke sternly, pointing at the latest arrival while heading towards car No.4.
As Aya stood on the landing that lead to the gap between cars she paused, taking a cursory look over her shoulder at the beautiful blonde haired woman. Even with the dirt on her cheeks it did not sully her features; the observent girl would argue it almost enhanced them. Only her charming appearance was not quite what Aya paid attention to; the shimmer of red in her pupils switched to an infrared wavelength and, more importantly, showed off the glow of infection in the blonde.
Aya thought to herself, It was hard to miss, while she recalled the woman's flaring iris. Turning towards the exit. As she stepped out into the cold her mind clouded. The expression the woman had after pulling out the shard was familiar, triggering an old memory of herself, one from a long time ago. Maybe the blonde agent despised her difference, hiding it in hope to avoid being outcast or worse. Either way, Aya kept her lips sealed. It was all she would ask from anyone in return if she were in the same shoes.
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Post by Caliber on Feb 19, 2012 15:39:01 GMT -5
The lighter-haired woman made note of Izzie's B.S.A.A. attire, then she and the second woman lowered their weapons. The way the woman said "she's B.S.A.A." was with a tone that could almost be described as relief-- rather than the way a criminal would she "she's a cop"-- which indicated that she carried no hostility toward the B.S.A.A., and thus was non-hostile toward Izzie herself. The brown-haired woman then ordered the darker-haired woman to fetch Izzie's bag while making her way over to the window from where Izzie had entered.
Izzie lowered her weapon as well, then used the wall that she had been leaning against to aid her to her feet. Correcting her posture, Izzie slid her revolver back into her hip holster, then retrieved her satchel from the black-haired woman.
"This train isn't laden with B.O.W.s like the last one was, is it? Izzie asked, a slight tinge of humor in her voice-- although, she was completely serious. She had had her fill of B.O.W.s for the day.
The train suddenly shook violently, as one of the tyrants lept over from the old train, just as Izzie had before. The tyrant then plunged its colossal claw through the window shutter.
"What the hell?!" Izzie exclaimed, shocked that one of the tyrants had managed to jump trains.
The brown-haired woman calmly assaulted the claw with her boot, rending a large piece of bone from the figure outside, deterring it from further attempting to enter through the window. However, giving up was simply not in the nature of the persistent B.O.W., so it climbed out of sight, likely in search of another way in.
Izzie slipped a small band off of her wrist, then reached up to her head. She ran her fingers through her hair, gathering it into a bunch, then fastened it into a ponytail with the aid of the band. She then reached down to her thigh and unhooked her MP9 from its holster. She checked the magazine, making sure it was at full capacity, then yanked back on the weapon's charging handle, racking a 10x25 cartridge into the chamber. Finally, Izzie removed a pair of orange-lensed tactical glasses from her head, and set them over her eyes. They made her red-flaring irises a bit more subtle, and also helped to reduce the light intensity of her surroundings, which Izzie was abnormally sensitive to lately.
As she finished readying herself, several others thumps thundered from the train's roof, obviously indicating that more of the tyrants had followed the example of the first.
"Fantastic..." Izzie hushed, partially under her breath; as she glanced over at the pale, jet-black-haired woman.
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Post by KR0R1C on Feb 20, 2012 11:53:05 GMT -5
"Friends of yours?" Asked Sam while nodding her head toward the roof and passing off the satchel.
The witch also took note to how quickly the new arrival got to her feet. "You'll wanna take it easy on that leg still. Give the tissue time to solidify. Probably not the best time for intros seein' as we got creepy crawlys on the roof. But the names Sam."
She didnt waste time shaking hands or any of the usual pleasantries. Both of them knew it was time to get to work. The witch unholstered both her Rafficas and headed back the train toward Aya. Before they made it through car no. 3 a claw tore through a window panel behind them. Crawling through the jagged laceration came one of the Tyrants. It stood to its feet at around 7 feet tall.
"T-103," noted Sam flatly. She tilted her head in a somewhat curious fashion. "Been a while since Ive seen one of you. What hole did you crawl out of?" She spoke as if she'd met the tyrant before. She hadn't really, just ran across a few of them in her past. This one was a stranger sight though.
The T-103 normally wore a restrictor trench coat that kept it from rapid mutation. However this one's coat must have been malfunctioning. Parts of its body remained unmutated while others obviously caught the blunt of the alterations. This one's jaw was stuck open exposing large sharp teeth, while one of its eyes almost tripled in size. Its right arm quadrupled in size from the elbow down looking like a large flesh balloon with sharp claws and bones protruding from various portions. Its legs had obviously undergone some mutation as well as they were larger than normal and bent as if ready to pounce.
Sam didn't wait for the creature to come any closer before attacking. She leveled her pistols and with a pull of the trigger sent three bullets from each barrel flying at the tyrants head. Bullets sunk into the hardened flesh and two popped the oversized eye causing it to stumble for a moment from the pain. It did little to phase the beast though.
"AYA!" Sam called through the door into the next train from over her shoulder. "We got company on this end as well!"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 22, 2012 12:35:05 GMT -5
Ambient noise filled the dining car in gusts and shard trembling vibrations. Curtains flicked wildly in the hard wind weaving in and out of the demolished windows, even the metal shutters had been rended by whatever forms had jumped ship. Tables and cutlery shuddered. Most of the shelves were empty after everything shook off of them, smashing to pieces after a quick trip to the floor. Integrity of the car overall was questionable, it was almost as if the wheels could be felt skipping out of rhythm on their railway seating. In conclusion, none of this truly affected the girl standing at the forefront of the bistro's buffet; her perspective of threat shunned it from mind and eye. It existed no different to a quiet forest where only the most faint movement went vaguely detected. What was worst of the dilapidated setting came from its vulnerability.
They were smart. Aya had not particularly considered asking the blonde agent what 'They' looked like mostly due to her near catatonic state, although any detail may have helped to jog memory. Predatory analysis nearly invoked charm. They already knew their opposition. They had planned ahead with a plot in mind and narrative already on the page. Anticipation was key. Only perceiving a writer's thoughts is never a part of good story; you find it out for yourself. So the cautious reader took her first step.
A cry from her colleague went unheard over the rattling of the train car. Aya's concern for Samantha was next to nought knowing the eiderdown girl could micro-manage a combat situation. That was after the fact she was accompanied by another female, someone with a penchant for the ballistic side of things considering the weapon she carried and the way she applied it. Sparing thoughts would be a foolish waste of perception in this instance.
Retaining the 416 as a tool in this scenario became complacent in the critic's self review faced against the environment. Aya knew if things went from close to personal she would lose manouverability instantaneously. However a feeling in her gut told her she would be needing the firepower over her sidearm's rounds and their harmless 9 millimetre diametre. In terms of worse - she could not do a whole lot better.
Thumps of a heartbeat not of her own filled the prey's ears. Her ears perked and she walked carefully on her toes. She left a mental marker halfway down the train; her point of no return. Naturally this would be the ideal ambush point, open, with an even amount of distance in both directions. Coincidentally the pattern in the carpet bore the resemblance of a target. She stopped at her checkpoint directly over the top of it.
Someone tapped her shoulder. Aya swung around on her heel keeping her rifle tucked in tight, giving it the least amount of circumference possible to read the target. She was already mid squeeze when the face of a young, adult girl filled her optics knocking the focused soldier out of her concentration. Aya looked over the ACOG, her mouth open and ready to speak words of safety when the rest of the picture clicked in. Once the the girl's face began to rotate beyond the point of acting rational and her hair receded Aya noticed her mistake. It had been enough time for the mutant to transfigure into something far more lethal.
Colour turned to shades as bones clicked about at haste. From between the jaggedly morphing mutant's legs in an upward arc came a repulsive claw, covered in stringy sinew and discoloured fluid. Aya fell to her back rolling away to maximize distance. The arched claw slammed into the roof, rending the ceiling as it yanked itself free. The B.O.W. itself had already doubled in size blocking off passage back the way she had come. Like a creature comfort it had strangely retained the face of the girl, floating about in its never ending metamorphosis.
Aya left it to chance that the subject happened to be female in her early twenties before being sacrificed to a project against her will. Whether or not it had the awareness to take advantage of the shaken soldier's weakness, admitting she was broken after witnessing the change from innocense to artificial vile was truthful at the very least. All she could do now were shoot it, even with the former image in mind. The constant collaboration of body parts made predicting a soft spot difficult. Although after short deliberation, Aya ultimate chose to aim for the head.
Bullets broiled the mutant, bursts of three slamming out of their receiver in devout deliverance of their handler. It seemed lead was effective as the monster showed particular pain. Yet pain always proved to bring strength in the most profound ways, this transmutation only seemed to reprive its sorrow to make room for anger. Its movement came suddenly and it pulsed down the train car thrashing the mighty alpha claw it weild. Aya's quick application of a marble table was all that kept her between the razor sharp limb, lifting the 100 kilo slab steadily and turning her head away. The claw gouged into the marble pulling it free from the defensive girl's grip turning it into some sort of wrecking ball as it flailed around the car.
Its feral behaviour left it with a lack of concious for surroundings. Aya took the moment to pull herself out of the closest window and free from sight. She observed the monster through a different window after clambering across. Confusion could be seen in its body language, strangely like a child upset with a game of hide and seek. Then it shifted back into its human state, slowly walking through the train car without a care of how nude it may be.
Pulling herself up, leaning against the gale force wind, Aya continued onto the next car. Now having a firm grasp of the mutant, it was her turn to play predator.
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Post by Caliber on Feb 23, 2012 6:41:50 GMT -5
After the black-haired woman-- Sam-- introduced herself, Izzie simply nodded, smiled, and said her name aloud. "Izzie"
This was odd for her, as she usually introduced herself as either Major Isobel Wolf, Surgeon-General Wolf, Dr. Wolf, or simply Major Wolf. Rarely ever did she introduce herself to strangers by the name that strictly friends refer to her by.
Just as Izzie had said her name, however, one of the beasts from the previous train tore its way inside.
Izzie gazed at the behemoth, standing erect before her. She was unshaken by the sight, as it was not the first time that she had faced one of the mass-produced, relatively unpredictably violent T-103 Tyrants. Despite the fact that she was accompanied by another woman, the T-103 immediately set its sights on Izzie, and began lumbering toward her. In response, she began to back down the train car, leading the tyrant away from the black-haired woman. The T-103 did not make a sound, but instead continued to stomp its way toward Izzie, as she led it to a more open area of the train car, where it would be easier to fend off.
Izzie, now a little under a dozen feet from the tyrant, raised her machine pistol. She grasped the foregrip with her left hand, and the main grip with her right. Leaving the stock unfolded, Izzie slipped her finger into the trigger guard, then set her sights on the tyrant's kevlar-covered torso. Squeezing the trigger, Izzie began sending an onslaught of bullets toward her target. She emptied her thirty-round magazine into the monstrosity's chest, pummeling it nine thousand grains of lead in total. The beast's kevlar coat tore to shreds as it was fired upon by the incredibly high-velocity .500 Wake rounds.
With each shot, the tyrant had flinched backward ever-so slightly, as Izzie had progressively grown deaf, and her virus-born sensitivity to light had caused the muzzle flash of the machine pistol to inflict serious irritation upon her. However, this didn't stop Izzie from making her kill.
The tyrant fell to a knee, finally letting out its first sound-- a disgruntled groin of irritation, rather than pain. Izzie shoved her machine pistol into her thigh holster, then removed her Smith and Wesson 500 from her hip holster once more. She strutted up to the kneeling tyrant, maneuvering around to its back. She gracefully pressed the barrel of the revolver against the tyrant's bald head, then squeezed the trigger. A large chunk of the beast's head evaporated, and the hulking monstrosity fell to the ground, seemingly dead.
Izzie knew better, however. The beast wasn't dead, but rather hibernating, preparing for rapid mutation.
Izzie gazed back across the train at Samantha. "Let's toss this thing overboard before it really gets f*cked up."
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Post by KR0R1C on Feb 27, 2012 12:19:53 GMT -5
"Let's toss this thing overboard before it really gets f*cked up."
Sam was already acting under the same mindset. She flung up one of the metal gates blocking the busted out windows then dove back toward the body of the t-103. She remembered the massive mutations the things were capable of and seeing as this one was different and already started mutating she didn't plan to see where it would go from there.
The thin frame of the witch grabbed Mr. X by the leather containment coat and hefted the nearly 300 lbs up to her waist. Propping him against the windowpane she hung his head out the window and then flipped the tyrant right out of the train.
"Well that was interesting." Stated Sam as she wiped tyrant blood off her hands onto a chair nearby. "Who's train did you steal?" Sarcastically smiled the witch, recurring how they had procured their own vessel from the weapons dealing PMCs.
Realizing now what type of creatures the team was up against the witch dropped here Rafficas into their holsters. She then unslung her beowulf and snapped the charging handle putting a 50 caliber round into the chamber.
Sam walked through the next car expecting to find Aya but instead she found a lone, nude girl. Seeing the damage in the carriage she knew this could not be the innocent young female it appeared to be. Plus the absence of Aya meant she had moved on and left this fight alone for now. She leveled her rifle and placed her sights on the wondering nudist who had yet to take notice of the new presence in the room.
Squeezing the trigger of the beowulf cause hell to erupt from its barrel as the bullet planted itself in the left side of the girls head and vaporized the right side. Lowering the weapon after seeing the carnage Sam approached the body, which laid on the ground convulsing. Mutation started to take place out of the bullet's exiting wound. But before it could do anymore it jumped to its feet and slashed out toward Sam.
She dove back to avoid the rapidly mutating girl's claw. The thing; now half mutated, let out a shriek like a siren.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 4, 2012 0:47:02 GMT -5
1000 newtons of force jetpacked through the window wrenching the shutter which originally covered the opening out of its rails. Aya fueled the force, colliding with the transfiguring mutant and squashing it between the mangled shutter and the next wall. Crunching emitted from the monster as bones snapped spilling marrow and tearing sinew. She tossed the shutter to the side while unsheathing her knife, its edge singing as it swiped against its nylon scabbard.
Careful attention from the B.O.W. connoisseur was paid at the mutation discovering just how weak and vulnerable it made itself. Hooking the serrated edge of her Interceptor under the joint of two bones and disconnected them. A lack of composure from the mutant showed it had some effect, as Aya continued to assault the fiend it gradually lost more energy unable to keep the girl at bay.
Stripped flesh lay strewn across the floor in the aftermath. The monster was still well alive, however Aya was willing to be there were little it could do to save itself now, "Thanks," she said in monotone, subtly gesturing toward the raven haired girl for her distraction. She snatched what vaguely looked like the hand of the monster and proceeded to drag it towards the exit door. Heavy air hissed into the car as the hunter unlocked it, pulling it open, and tossing the helpless fiend off into the Belgian countryside like the offcut of a carcass.
Voracious grinding screeched from the next train over reminding the three their locomotive was not traveling alone. Its integrity was questionable at best, although it did not look like it would be leaving their side any time soon. It would eventually end up being just as problematic as the monsters who had jumped ship. Aya leaned out of the open window looking towards the cabin of the next train noting the fire and smoke which engulfed the front of it.
"That train has to slow down or it's going to pull all of us off the tracks once it completely drops out," she said. Aya considered slowing their own train down, however if the other locomotive came off the rails ahead of them it might wind up covering the tracks.
Already the ambitious girl was climbing through the window preparing to leap the gap herself, "I'll find a way to downshift it. You two keep those B.O.W.s from tearing this place to shreds," Aya looked down to see the blur of earth passing betneath both trains, unintentional euphoria gradually building up inside her as she bounced off the windows edge and latched onto the next.
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Post by Caliber on Mar 16, 2012 1:56:39 GMT -5
Izzie watched as Sam took care of the Tyrant by herself. Given that the beast had to weigh several hundred pounds, Izzie's suspicion that both of the women were also enhanced by the virus was confirmed.
"You too, huh?" Izzie asked, rhetorically.
Sam made her way into the next train car, keeping her rifle at the ready. Izzie followed, removing her machine pistol from its holster once again, this time unfolding its stock, to give the weapon more stability. She had emptied an entire magazine into the T-103, and was due for another. Flicking the magazine release, Izzie caught the mag as it fell, shoving it into a four-slot hip pouch, before retrieving a fresh one. She fed the magazine into the grip of the PDW, then racked a round into the chamber via the charging handle.
As they headed into the next car, they were met with a grossly-mutated monster, which contained visible elements of what appeared to be a nude woman. Izzie hadn't seen one of these on the previous train from which it had lept. This indicated that there were more BOWs loose than she had anticipated. Before Izzie could think, Sam took action, and began firing at the creature. It fell to the ground, injured, but quickly came back to life. Sam dove backward as the mutant swiped at her.
The woman named Aya suddenly busted her way through one of the windows, and made quick work of what was left of the mutant, then tossed it overboard, as Sam and Izzie had done with the T-103. This seemed to be a perfectly logical method, as there was no possible way that even the most lightly-injured BOWs would be able to catch up to the speeding train. Aya thanked Sam for holding the BOW's attention, then proceeded to suggest that something needed to be done about the train that Izzie had jumped from, which was starting to produce increasingly danger-indicating sounds. She seemed to have a plan, and told Izzie and the dark-haired woman to keep the BOWs at bay while she carried it out-- and with that, she was off, and had lept to the next train.
"I'm Izzie, by the way," she told the dark-haired woman. This was not necessarily a very good time to introduce herself, as they likely only had seconds before the next attack, but Izzie couldn't figure she had much to lose by doing so.
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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 21, 2012 10:47:10 GMT -5
Sam nodded as Aya passed through doing her superwoman thing, half gratitude and half acknoledgment of her new mission.
"Nice to meet you Izzie." Sam said with a smile over the stock of her rifle. "And to answer your previous question. All I can say is; something like that. You got the pretty eyes though." She grinned with the last statment to keep it positive, and low key.
Sam trooped toward the next car with the Beowulf at the ready. She passed through the door and into the next room another girl looking strangly familiar to the last was crouched in the middle of the floor. Taking aim the witch wanted to end it as quickly as possible. However before she could pull the trigger she was tackled from her right.
Another girl; this one clothed in a hospital robe, had taken her to the ground. Sam reacted instantly by using her rifle as a blunt weapon and smashed it across the little demon's face. Bones crushed and broke with the force of the impact but all it did was send it into mutation.
"Get the other one!" Called out Sam. She knew that if they both focused on one that they would be blind sided again by the other so she felt better about splitting up their focus to avoid that.
The rapidly mutating girl sat atop the witch's waist and swung a massive arm down toward her victim's face. It was blocked by the barrel of the rifle but only long enough for the creature to rip it from Sam's hands and cast it aside. Only more enraged the BOW went into a child-like rant attempting to pound sam into the floor of the train. The raven haired girl dodged the first few blows but as her attempts to squirm her way out form under the beast failed she knew she'd have to fight back from the ground.
The attacks were relentless though. Giving no time for Sam to retaliate. Having to take a few of the hits bloodied her already wounded head. And playing defense was only steadlily building a rage within the witch. She couldnt surpress her own mutations much longer and it only took a few seconds for her skin to go dark across the entire length of her body. Muscle tissue quadrupled in density and the dark of her eyes shadowed out any visible white.
With a yell that half sounded like that of a woman and half of a bear the BOW was thrown against the roof of the train car. As the beast fell it was plucked out of the air by a blackened hand with black claws. The BOW retaliated against its newly rejuvinated opponent only to find that its blunt swing only garnered it a demonic roar from a razor toothed mouth. With a flick of her arm Sam sent the BOW flying toward a window across the car. The window cover split revealing the outside world as it rushed by. The witch then dove ontop of the BOW and began tearing into its flesh. Blood covered the walls and anything nearby before Sam realized that the creature wasnt moving anymore. She lifted it and shoved the mass of meat through the jagged hole in the window.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 24, 2012 9:57:10 GMT -5
Smoke seeped out of the next door. Aya stood on the spot for a moment estimating just how bad it might be in the next car over. Without reluctance she placed her palm against the door feeling heat, "Not hot enough for the flame to be right on the other side," she moved her hand several times feeling alternate spot before being satisfied, hitting the button. Heat spilled out and clashed with the cold European air bombarding the girl's sense of comfortable temperature.
Flames licked the ceiling, appearing like a corridor out of hell. Embers from recently burned carpet still smouldered on the floor; ashes so dark it seemed as if one were walking over oblivion had it not been for the specks of orange glow. Aya kept as central as possible while proceeding down the car pulling her scarf over her nose. Already succumbing to the heat, she tore off her jumper discarding it in favor of her loose grey shirt underneath, tucking her beanie into a back pocket.
Little resistance in the way of organic weapons showed its face. Aya had never seen a mutant show fear towards fire when it did not cause it pain, all of the monsters the blonde agent barricaded against must have jumped ship. She was okay with that in a grace of the moment sort of gratification. After dealing with this snowballing inferno and returning to her proper locomotive of residence it was unlikely she would be so okay with that fact.
Alarms redundantly rang out inside the lead car supplying increased tension on heavy suspense already offered by the inferno. It smelled like a metallurgy. Flames had engulfed the battery block, Aya knew her time was wearing thin.
Narrow corridors went down either side of the battery block filled with fire turning every surface to charcoal. The ivory girl paused for a moment, "No way this place doesn't have proper OHS," she looked to her immediate left spotting a cabinet hosting a dozen or so different safety stickers.
Chrome snapped as Aya yanked the padlock off and swung the door open, she snagged her desired emergency item. Unsheathing the woolen, fire retardant blanket from its red scabbard Aya proceeded to wrap herself up making sure to cover her head.
Without hesitation the detirmined girl dashed through fire and flame feeling the burning fingers of hell desperately clawing at her shield.
The cabin itself was not any better. Sparks sputtered and popped from burnt consoles. Pearing through a gap in the blanket, Aya searched for something more analogue to the damaged digital era surrounding her. Instinct kept her looking for the typical emergency break prepped on the wall, however her rational mind figured the means of stopping the train were different in the driver's seat. The sort of lever only trained operators would know about.
Everything had been burned to a crisp. If there was signage directing to the break, it had ceased to exist. Aya resorted to tearing open every panel, screws and bolts shooting across the room after snapping out of their seating.
After renovating half the cabin she located a conspicuous lever, one comparable to a steam engine from last century. It looked like the sort of mechanism which would have a note saying "When all else fails" written on it in bold.
Little had Aya considered what kind of circumstances the break lever might have been used in reference to. In any dire situation passengers and crew would be asked to fasten seatbelts.
The train did not just slow down, it slammed the break pedal as hard as possible. Aya's feet left the floor as she tumbled toward and out the cockpit window. During flight she had clamped onto the driver's seat tearing it out of position from such a vice grip. The base of the seat stuck in the frame, too broad to fit out the window, keeping Aya from being a complete windshield cannon ball.
She dangled from the nose of the rolling inferno, feet unable to grip on the smooth metal. Aya pulled herself up, climbing onto the lumbar of the driver's seat. Already a lot of her own train had pulled ahead; choosing her time to jump was not a luxury on offer.
Arms spread wide, soaring through the air like a sugar glider. Aya left behind heat and destruction for the cold iron of the EBR carrier, freezing after such extreme juxtaposition. Her hand managed to lock onto an open window, putting all resources of energy to remain connected.
Taking a chance to look back down track, Aya watched as the Umbrella locomotive went up in an elegant orange plume; it's pinnacle reaching above the Belgian trees.
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Post by KR0R1C on Apr 3, 2012 11:53:42 GMT -5
The second BOW in the train car mutated after seeing its friend mauled by the black demon. This one's arm took a blunt of the mutation generating a razor sharp bone blade where its forearm once was. With a bloodly roar the BOW announced its presence.
The anti-human turned toward its newest opponent and tilted its head sizing up it's challenger. With a snarl it spread its arms a bit wider flaring its razor-like claws and lowering its stance. The demon's now-white hair nearly stood on end like the hair on the neck of an angry dog. Ready for the fight the Witch let the BOW make the first move.
With an insane about of speed the abomination launched itself at Sam it's blade ready to impale. The black figure sidestepped the blade as it was centimeters away from her chest. As the hulk of flesh sailed by Sam palmed its abdomen and sent it flying toward the wall. The force of the impact bent the wall of the train outward a bit.
Inside her transformed state Sam hung tight to her sanity keeping herself from slipping into the darkness of the void. A state that she had learned all to well was when hell broke loose. She could fight back the shadows however she couldn't hold back the thrill of the hunt. Its aura took on the form of red in her mind. And as it began to creep up on her blood lust took over.
Her mutated form held off pouncing on the BOW and tearing it to shreds like the last. Instead it prowled around the downed creature and growled a few times, taunting it to get back to its feet and try again. The thrill of the fight was all it cared about. Using its blade to push itself to its feet once again the BOW let out a shrill call. No time seemed to pass as two lickers crawled in from the next car back.
The first didn't hesitate to attack Sam from behind. The dark figure twisted and landed a boot in the licker's face sending it through an open window. The second launched its tongue at her wrapping it around her waist. From behind now the bladed BOW began to charge once more. The demon snatched the tentacle of the licker and whipped it like a mace toward the big monster. The licker burst as it split against the bone blade. It was enough to knock the weapon out of the way. As it continued its trajectory toward Sam she sent a hard left uppercut into the chin of the beast sending four clawed fingers up through the soft spot behind its jaw bone. She would feel the creature's blood and saliva running around on her fingers.
The BOW realized its backup had not phased its opponent at all and that it was now being held by its jaw bone and teeth. Another attempted howl was muted as the demon removed the jaw bone from the mutation's face. She tossed it aside like trash and began her assault upon the BOW's throat and upper chest. Like the last it too was torn to shreds before being able to regenerate. At the finish there was nothing but limbs left of the creature laying around the train car.
Somewhere within her own mind Sam fought to take control again, animal instinct ravaged and wanted to tear into more of the monsters. Knowing she was on the verge of the void Sam struggled to fight its gravity.
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