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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 18, 2009 19:55:43 GMT -5
Arognat watched as the men fired away at the few corpses. It wasn't really that bad as Charlie had said before. That and she couldn't really do much since Kent tore into the zombies. That said, she rolled her eyes and grunted, folding her arms.
"First off, Charlie, Elijah's my husband. Secondly, I uh, have to use the bathroom. I know, very unprofessional, but nature f**kin' happens," she told them, as she holstered her handgun.
The zombies were no problem. In this day and age, they were quite use to putting up with them, though Arognat sure as hell would never get use to having to reoccuringly watch her back and watch other die and turn before her very eyes. No one could possibly be that use to death. It just wasn't possible unless you were psychotic.
"I'm going to go locate a bathroom or something, you guys go on ahead without me. You gotta hurry and beat those Sincell goons to the target."
((I'm kind of unable to think of what to do next since you twohad already fecked up the zombies...))
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 21, 2009 19:52:20 GMT -5
As soon as Arognat started moving for a bathroom a giant thud came from the elevator shaft which shook the ground floor. All three of them had been knocked down onto the floor as dust filled the hallway. Charlie climbed up to his knees and started coughing. "Was their a second shaft?" He asked looking around. Trying to stand another impact shook the room once more causing him to break his nose on the floor. "Aww....." He said covering it up. Bringing his shirt up to his nose he looked back to see two sets of red eyes. "Um...guys." He said in a muffled voice behind the fabric.
Through th cloud of dust, two tyrants pushed through the doorway looming over them at approximately nine feet tall. One was fully huminoid holding a long spiked pipe. The other had one deformed arm that extended into five sharp claws. "Might be a bad time for a potty break." He mumbled taking out his crossbow. The shotgun was more powerful but the othertwo were in front of him and would get peppered in the blast. Firing twice one bolt embedded into the chest of the humanoid tyrant and into the arm of the other. Neither one seemed phased. Now that it had been provoked the tyrant with the pipe swung at Arognat as the other bullrushed the third member.
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Post by Rosetta on Oct 21, 2009 21:14:22 GMT -5
Kent was turning to raise an eyebrow at the apparent need of a bathroom break, and would of commented on her at least being honest when he was sent to the floor. He cursed loudly, and didn't bother trying to get fully on his feet, taking a crouching stance and didn't get knocked over for the second thump. Not only one, but TWO tyrants. Just their luck. Did Charlie really have to mention that things were going well. He raised his AUG at the one that was clawed, when an arrow thudded into its shoulder. He would of yelled to Charlie that arrows would do next to nothing if the thing hadn't out and out rushed him. Using his legs which were already taught, he pushed himself sideways, hearing the Tyrant smash into the wall and into the adjacent room. He stood, taking a half second to brush off, and commented.
"Tyrants, ran into them in a Middle Eastern lab. Wiped the whole group out except me. And use something other then arrows, a lucky shot is all you could really rely on, I'll be out of the way as well. I'll keep claws distracted, you two handle slugger over here. Then move double time to help with Claws. If you run, fire off a double tap twice, I'll lure Claws away and maybe into those Sincell goons if they are down here yet. Unto the breach once more dear friends..."
Kent used what they were fighting with as a quick way to differentiate between the two. Using tyrant was generic enough, but when fighting two or more, you had to be able to tell the difference fast. Charlie would need the help of Arognat and someone had to keep an eye on Claws so they didn't tag team the small group. Two on one with a tyrant was bad, but three on two was asking for trouble. He slipped through the hole Claws made, locating him as quick as possible. It had arrested its forward motion, and turned, to catch several rounds of 5.56mm ammo into the torso. It didn't phase it, but it seemed to make in angry. It charged again, and Kent was ready for it and was out of the way. He had to keep moving, if it got him pinned, it was game over. And no combat chopper to save him this time. Only what he could do, and maybe he would get lucky and run into Sincell while claws was chasing him.
(OOC:Hope neither of you mind me taking a bit of initiative in handling the one Tyrant. Lemme know if you do, and I'll change the post to make things flow better.)
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 23, 2009 17:59:20 GMT -5
Arognat grimaced and raised her shotgun up at the Tyrant as Kent ran off, distracting the other one. She shook her head and shot a glance at Charlie. "That was positively stupid. He's gonna f**king die. I've never met anyone who's survived a Tyrant one on one!" she said, pumping rounds off at the Tyrant. It was trudging after them, taking the impact of the bullets before it began speeding up and in the blink of an eye it was right in front of the two.
"s***!" She yelled, pushing Charlie out of the way as she bi pedaled away from an oncoming attack, crushing the wall behind them. Arognat stood up straight, trying to think of some sort of advantage. Last time she'd seen one, they had exposed hearts, this one, however, was much different.
"Sonuva b*tch," she muttered, quickly taking cover behind some debris and reloading her shotgun. As she did so, a group of Sincell soldiers came rushing in when they heard the ruckus. Unfortunately for them, the Tyrant was there and before they could react their skulls were smashed in and other were knocked through walls.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 23, 2009 20:31:35 GMT -5
Having an idea Chalie readied the crossbow and dashed below its elbow. Pointing down he aimed it right over it's foot and pulled the trigger. The bolt went straight through the skin stapling it to the floor. He then went into a roll dodging a back handed slap. It was almost a perfect manuver until he fell hard onto his shoulder. "Get out of their!" He yelled at Argonat as the Tyrant was busy with it's own foot. Once again he couldn't use the shotgun with her in the way so he fired the rest of the clip into his back making it look like a porkupine.
As they both dealt with the slugger, Slasher broke through wall after wall sending debri everywhere as Kent scrambled from room to room. Getting sick of the charade, it lunged forward with its bladed arm piercing the wall to the side of Kent. Using the leverage and his own speed and manuvering capabilities he pulled himself forward and bodyslamed Kent into the wall. However, when the tyrant tried to remove the blade from the wall to inflict another attack it found that it was stuck.
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Post by Rosetta on Oct 24, 2009 0:29:07 GMT -5
Kent finally hadn't moved quickly enough, and Claws tried to turn him into a pancake. The way he hit, though, allowed him enough room to mitigate the damage, being battered rather then crushed utterly. He grinned, though blood was running down his forehead now, and stuffed his AUG into its face, unleashing a full auto blast of 5.56mm ammo at point blank, and drew his .357 Revolver and unloaded all six shells into its face as well. Even if this didn't outright kill Claws, it would buy him some time to find something else to kill it with. He looked around, hoping to find some conveniently misplaced RPG-7 or equivalent, but nothing obvious jumped to mind. Just another room with useless junk laying around, and Claws was getting restless, it wouldn't be held for much longer. The pain wasn't helping either, he had to move fast before it reached a potentially debilitating level. Last thing he needed was to be unable to move and be smeared across the walls. He reloaded his AUG, not having the time nor inclination to reload a revolver at the moment, and began a half jog, half limp through another doorway.
Now it was a larger room, but it was relatively bare, except for a few scrapped machines by the looks of them. Kent cursed the fact that he couldn't find anything to make into either intentional or improvised weaponry. There was the various scrap metals, a fire extinguisher next to the door he came in, and plenty of room to move. The extinguisher was a pale yellow coloring, which caught his attention. He ran over to it, checking the labeling. Kent grinned at the one chemical in it, it was a dry extinguisher, with Ammonium Phosphate. This was good, for no other reason then it could disorientate the thing. What he didn't realise was the chemical was highly corrosive amongst the dry chemicals in extinguishers, but he suspected it did explode into a mist. So he waited for it to bust through the wall, and would fire on the extinguisher when it broke through.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 24, 2009 1:12:51 GMT -5
Arognat took the advantage Charles had created and had approached it as close as she could, sending two blasts into it's cranium. Blood and fragmented skull had crushed and gushed onto it's broad shoulders as it ripped it's foot from the arrows, tearing away it's own flesh.
Arognat stared with disbelief as it waved it's giant arms back and then forward at her. Falling back onto her ass, she raised her shotgun up and smacked at it's claw, buying her time on her life and destroying the weapon. Arognat flew back into the wall, her back slamming into it.
The impact caused her to bite down on her lip, busting it and sent blood trailing out of her mouth. Dazed, she sat there, trying to get her mind straight. "Ugh..sh...s***..." she groaned.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 27, 2009 17:02:25 GMT -5
The minute the slasher walked past the next wall, Kent fired and blew up the caninster throwing him against the other wall and burning him horribly. Trying to stand up the concrete wall it slammed into crumbled down upon its feet. Standing up it took one lazy step and then moaned. It then began wobbling and fell back onto the ground motionless going into hybernation repair mode.
The now weaponless tyrant turned to look at Arognat and groaned. There was a large hole in it's head and it's brainstem was visable leading up to a metal sphere protecting it's brain. With one remaining eye it lined her up and wound up to deliver a blow. It was then that three blasts rand out from Carles' shotgun peppering it's back. Somewhat phased, it turned its head to look at him. Taking aim again he shot up its hamsting causing it to fal to his knees. He then looked at Argonat. "Finish him or get outta there!"
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Post by Rosetta on Oct 28, 2009 21:07:44 GMT -5
Kent couldn't help but smirk as it groaned and went down. He was unsure though, so he walked up and unloaded the remainder of his AUG's clip into its neck and head, blowing chunks off in the process. Reloading, he took up a limping run, breathing heavily now and knew he probably had a broken rib or two. He couldn't stop though, last thing anyone needed was a downed soldier in an unknown environment that was most defiantly hostile. Only problem was that he was slowing despite his best efforts. But he knew he could make and, and he would, he knew he knew it. But physically, he was loosing the battle, his chest was slowly reaching the point to being on fire, and he was tired and sore elsewhere. But an echo of a voice, he recognized it barely as Charlie, yelling about taking it down or something like it. They were still fighting Slugger, which gave him a new purpose. Eliminate the second threat. He finally reached the hole in the debris, and saw the situation, dropping to one knee and snapping his rifle to his shoulder, while reporting in.
"Seems like I missed the show."
Kent fired, and promptly grunted, and a barely audible cry followed it, in extreme pain as the kick translated into his body, causing it to protest with a very loud voice. His face contorted in pain under his gasmask, and he had trouble breathing when he fired. He wasn't even sure if he had hit the thing, but knew he was aiming up so he wouldn't of hit anyone. He would have trouble being of any help in this condition, and knew he would probably end up a bit of dead weight now. His stance didn't help, if he had gone prone he probably would of been fine. He went to reload and cursed. He was out of 5.56mm rounds, and had never gotten around to reloading his sidearm. He cursed louder as he drew his revolver, reloading and readying to fire again if necessary.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 28, 2009 23:25:54 GMT -5
The remaining Tyrant had been grazed on the arm from Kent, enough to stall it's attention for a moment. Apparently Kent was having a hard time seeing for some unknown reason.
Arognat winced and lazily drew up her handgun. She tried to keep her vision steady at all costs, but she was seeing double Tyrants. And she was pretty sure it was only one. Upon hearing Charles' scream, she shook her head and started pulling the trigger right into it's skull. The bullets ripped through it's head as if it were cutting through butter.
When the Tyrant began to wobble side to side, it fell forward, nearly crushing Arognat had she not rolled out of the way. Breathing hard, she held her head and dropped her gun. "God damn...my head is throbbing..." she muttered. Her lip was busted and bleeding, her head had large knot on the back and her ankle had popped.
"Thanks for the save Charlie..."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 2, 2009 1:29:09 GMT -5
Charlie looked around nervously. Everything had seemed to settle and neither of the tyrants were moving anymore. "This is why I avoid fieldwork." He muttered dusting himself off from the bits of rock that had kicked up from the fallen walls. Looking over his weapon with suprise he nodded. "Okay, lets go before something else shows up." Jogging along they soon came to a room with four giant generators. Looking through the darkness he soon found a vast command console in the middle of the floor. "Powers off. We need power to turn the power on. Their should be a manual generator." Looking around he pointed to a crank.
"Keep turning that while I work on this." He said rudely not being sociable about things. Once his two partners were putting juice through the system some of the terminals began glowing. He started typing immediately. He started bringing up security cams and accessing the network. "Their halfway up the summit." He mentioned going from one console to another. Then a churning and popping came from the large generators as they began moving. The lights then came up. A moment later the screens began blinking red. "Don't worry, that's what we wanted." He mentioned typing in more code.
"Okay, turning on auto-turrets, fences, usual Umbrella traps. That should do it." He then started bringing up maps. "Okay, we should take an alternate way up. Their is another path but it's not a main access point but I left security innactive." Suddenly their was a whining alarm. "That one isn't good." Switching the cameras he soon spotted a number of armed sweepers entering the building. "Sweepers are here to clean things up. Do you guys know much about them? Think of weak hunters that know how to use firearms."
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Post by Rosetta on Nov 2, 2009 20:38:18 GMT -5
Kent had overridden his pain with years of experience and a sheer bullheadedness that stemmed from being injured, and knowing he still had a job to do. Although his AUG was currently out of ammo, he still had plenty of rounds with his .357, and had that out until they reached the generator rooms. He holstered it to do the majority of the turning, knowing that it would hurt him in the long run, but he hardly cared at the moment. After redrawing to cover the room, he yanked his gasmask off to clean some of the accumulated filth and blood off the visor. Running a hand through his mildly sweaty black hair before cleaning off the visor, and promptly pulled it back on, making sure everything was in place. When Charlie mentioned the Sweepers, he couldn't help but scowl, and glared at nothing in specific. He had a general distaste of Sweepers, and voiced as such.
"Sweepers? Toy soldiers, wound up and sent to die, half the IQ of the average Red Army soldier of World War 2, only about a fourth of the life expectancy. Umbrella got lazy when they made the Sweepers, couldn't be bothered with paying a merc to do the job right. But, hey, you get what you pay for. Occasionally they have a half intelligent thought go through their head, such as not tripping that wire, but if its hidden, don't be surprised to find every one of them having hit the same style of trap over, and over, and over...What guns you think they have? They better have 5.56mm ammunition on them."
Having made his stance on Sweepers clear, and the fact that he was out of ammo for his main weapon, he took the time to catch his breath and make sure he was as ready as possible when the moved out. Kent wasn't out to get himself killed, not from injuries that, if treated right, could be handled easily enough until proper medical staff could see to him. So he was taking the time to check his ribs, seeing how many were broken or not, having assumed to find more then a few broken. So it surprised him that he only had one mildly broken rib, albeit poking him in a nerve cluster whenever he shifted or moved too fast. It made him recall the theory of mind over matter, but it was still something he would end up kicking himself over whenever he remembered it in years to come.
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 3, 2009 4:03:00 GMT -5
Arognat let go of the crank and pulled her handgun out, a small grin on her lips. She was still pretty sore, but it wasn't anything she wasn't use to. She'd spent enough time in the military to know how to cope. As the sweepers reared in and Kent made his way to his position, Arognat checked the clip as Kent spoke about their little smudge of an enemy.
"Right right, sweepers. hunters with guns, bad. Gotcha." she said, slamming a clip into her gun. She advanced forward, taking cover behind a few machines. Hunters were still monsters whether their IQ was half of a human's, they could still potentially kill them.
"And I can still potentially slaughter them," she mouthed, keeping her eyes on her mark. Sudden gun fire would only send them firing recklessly. She wanted to get the jump on them before hand.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 7, 2009 17:40:31 GMT -5
OOC: my mistake, thier names are Cleaners Asfter doing some checking on the 3-d map Charles began looking over the the massive room. Picking up equipment he started pointing them in various directions. "Spread out and search. We don't want to go back up. Our best way to get to the new trail is to take the exaust water pipe to the sewage treatment plant on the other side of the island. Look around, the pipe should be labeled EA776 and about fifteen feet tall entering right into the turbines." Suddenly from aboce their were several small explosions as deformed humanoids slid down on ropes slopily opening fire with inacurate MP5's  "Looks like they've stayed in training during the off season." He said ducking behind a barrel. The shotgun was useless at this distance so he pulled out his crossbow and took aim. Aiming from behind cover he lined up a shot with a cleaner about to fire on him. Without a second thought he pulled the trigger and the bolt embedded into the Cleaners hand. The BOW immediately started jumping and convulsing in pain as he could see smoke coming out from the suit as well as a green liquid. He smiled. "They have no immunities. Their entire body is covered in a bio suit. If it cracks the oxygen is like acid to their bodies. One shot is all you need." Just as he was about to checkle their were more explosions as ten Cleaners dropped to the floor. "D@MNIT! SOMEONE FIND THAT STUPID PIPE!" He then dashed to the corner while being fired at as he started his own search. |
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Post by Rosetta on Nov 8, 2009 12:36:07 GMT -5
As the Cleaners came down, Kent steadied his aim on a pair of barrels he was taking cover behind. The .357 cracked, and another Cleaner went down, the air poisoning its system. He grinned, toy soldiers sent to die indeed. He had barely caught what Charlie had said about sweeping for some EA776 pipe, and fired again, sending shards of the pipe near a Cleaner flying, one cutting a gash into its side, dropping it too. Kent wasn't firing fast, taking his time to set up each shot, and he would have to reload in four, his .357 barked and dropped another, three shots. If only he could reach one of the MP5's, he wouldn't be stuck with the slower firing magnum. But he wasn't going to race out, grab one, and race back. That would be stupid, and probably lethal. So he settled for emptying his .357, and ducked down under several bursts of fire in his direction, and reloaded. The speed loaders helped, but now the Cleaner's had him pinned down.
Kent looked for any nearby cover he could dive to, but nothing was nearby. The MP5 may have been innaccurate, but it could put plenty of lead into the air, even if it was only a 9mm round. Sliding the barrels apart slightly, he fired through the gap, narrowly missing, and cursed under his breath again. He wasn't going anywhere until the fire lightened up, but he at least got their attention off Charlie for now. He hoped that Arognat had a clean angle on these guys, and could drop them before the cover deteriorated to the point of being useless. But, that would take a bit, so he was alright, but he warned the others of his lack of a clean shot.
"I don't have a clean angle on these SOB's! And I don't need to see if what's left of my Kevlar will stop enough rounds for me to run to a better spot."
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