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| Liveman Ieb | Apr 28 2008, 07:01 PM Post #1 |
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Something bad happened in Paxia? I did it.
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There are three definate things in the world. The first, this planet would never see a blue sky again. The second, Spurs and the Cancer, would always wage their never-ending war against humanity. The third, Spurs would always be, no, they had to be killed before they reached maturity. The sandstorms are faced with little opposition as the wind propels them, the few hardy plants that remain on the surface, are charcoal black, leaveless, and their twisted form is that of nightmares. Once tall and proud skyscrapers now lay where they fell, slowly being eroded by the passing of time. All around, signs of civilization was vanishing from the surface of the planet. Yet still, in such a place, there was life. It would take a month to drill deep enough into the planet's core with conventional tools to find them, and it was assured, no one, or nothing, trying such a thing would make it there alive. For as long as recorded history went, reaching a thousand years into the past, the world had been simply divided. The depths belonged to the humans. The sky was for the Cancer. And the ground between the two, the surface-world, was their warzone. "We have an energyspike!" It was the third one this month. Too far for the human eyes to see, where only machines could warn them by the sudden activity of energy within the Cancer, resided the Cancer. White spheres of flesh and bone, they were the stuff of legends. Some said they were the remnants of a kingdom long cursed, forced to travel the sky forever in their horrid forms, hundreds of sinful souls melded together into monstrosities. Others say that the Cancer is the last relic of a war fought long ago, when the surfaceworld was still habitable, instead of what it was now, a barren wasteland inhabited only by few trees, and a small number of hostile species, which may be of Spur origin. And the man in the lowest floor preaches that it is God itself, come to punish us all for our wrong deeds. Of course, they were nothing but rumours. Science knew very little of the Cancer, and the samples of killed Spur were little more than discovering what had been suspected for years before, that they were created lifeforms. How the Cancer was able to create life, was unknown, and may never be answered, as long as the Cancer stayed out of reach. Which would not be that long, relatively speaking. What little sightings of the Cancer had been obtained, from the few freak instants of the sandstorms calming enough to see the sky above, the black clouds, and the blobs of white that was the Cancer, the studies had indicated one thing. The Cancer was slowly descending. Not much, less than an inch every year, but eventually, the Cancer would start landing on the surface-world. What that would mean, no one knew for sure, but it could not mean anything good for humanity. Anti-Cancer weaponry was in high demand already, centuries before it would even be needed, but the higher-ups wanted to be ready incase the Cancer would start to accelerate their descend. This Cancer, named Galileo, was impeccable with the birth of its Spur. Two minutes, and 31 seconds after surpassing the City from above, it always began to act. It was the third Cancer recorded to birthing Spurs, 997 years ago. The surface of the Cancer was like a horrible piece of art. White slabs of skin, harder than any metal known to man, they formed ridges and small canyons, as if they were a part of a miniature planet. To further that mimicry, were the hands. Hundreds of them grew from the surface of the Cancer, some resembled human hands, opening their palms, some closed, others looked as if they had been broken in half, some were in twisted shapes. But besides them, were the numerous others, which were far from human limbs. The number of fingers ranged from two to seven or more, claws of a beast, the selection was endless. From the bottom of the Cancer, the Spur was born. It tore its way through the womb of the Cancer, swatting away layers of skin and the growths on top, dropping them to the ground, ready for the scavenging crews, or thieves, to claim on a later date. Every second in its new life was full of agony, and it let it out to the world by a scream. It dragged itself forth, two extra appendages pushing it further when the first two could not do so anymore, and finally, it was released. Red liquids and the placenta began their fall to the ground along the Spur, which was still connected to the Cancer by an umbilical cord, which snapped off after two miles of freefall of the infant. It screamed again, louder than before this time. "ETA, two minutes, thirty seconds!" "Are the Extermination Forces ready yet?" "Yes sir, the last of them just was equipped. "Launch." Rockets under the elevator to the surface ignited, and blasted the platform upwards. The people on top of it were equipped to deal with Spurs with what could be offered, and known effective against them. The elevator would lead them to a humanmade cavern, and upon exiting it, they would be on the warzone against their sworn enemy. It was a mile where the Spur would land, yet as hundreds of encounters with the Spur have indicated no knowledge of the location of the sortie area by them, it had never been changed. The Spur hit the ground a minute after the platform reached the surface. |
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| Fishtank | May 15 2008, 07:06 PM Post #2 |
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
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Butterflies churned in the mans stomach as the elevator shot upward, wind from the speed blew through this hair, whipping it into an untidy tangle. he chided himself for being so foolish, he should be wearing his helmet in the elevator, not only to keep his hair groomed, but because they were heading to the surface. And on the surface, you made a mistake, you didn't just get you hair messy. On the surface, you died. Able was a new recruit, he had never been to the surface before. He had heard stories, but he refused to believe them. If he had, he would have likely chosen a better career choice. Helping humanity below the surface. In fact, it might have been a better choice to be unemployed, just judging by where he was going. Not that now was a time for such thoughts. Where he was going, there was no turning back. Back home, he had always been considered a "pretty boy". His medium, golden hair had shone, even in the depths of the underground. His eyes, yellow, had sparkled with energy. He had certainly not come to any trouble finding a date for school dances. Sadly, his good looks went to his head, and cost him dearly. He had focused, not on his grades and work, but instead on his social life. And dating, he dropped out of school at grade eleven, and, much to the distress of his girl friend. Said his final good byes and signed up for the Extermination Forces. The highest paying job he could get without a complete education. He ignored the risk, he refused to believe the stories, and went through two years of training to fight the Cancer. And now look where it had gotten him. It had gotten him on a surface ride to fight a Spur. Able was outfitted fit a standard infantry power-suit. Equipped with heating coils, a oxygen tank and mask, life signs detection for the techies back home, a built in jump pack, and, of course, a helmet with various light filters built in. The suit had two pouches for knifes sewn into it. One located on the lower right leg, and one on his left shoulder. A blaster was strapped at his hip, right above the knife. A pack equipped with explosives and surface survival gear and rations was slung over his shoulder, surprisingly light for what was inside. His favorite of all, was the plasma "desperation" rifle, clipped to his suit. Being plasma, it never needed reloading. It did overheat when overused, but that was natural for a plasma weapon. And he expected the Spur to be dead by the time his weapon overheated. Able began to take deep breaths, a single bead of perspiration trickled down his skin, warm with fear. He did not want to be on the surface. He would probably rather be down below, unemployed. In fact, he was starting to miss the girl he had fallen in love with already. Regret filled him and he pushed it aside. There was only one way he was going to be getting off this surface, and that way was not by regretting his decision to join with the Extermination Forces. That way was by killing the Spur. Making a mental note to return to the girl if he survived, he checked the sights on his weapon. This was it. |
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| Hotdogmarchy | May 15 2008, 08:30 PM Post #3 |
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Don't look into it's eyes...
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Marchy really did hate it when all his comrades were taller than him. He had gotten used to it though, he was quite unnaturally shorter than any average human. A measly 5ft 2'. He was always teased about his height in school. And it was the kid of school where instead of being rewarded for intelligence, you were just ignored. And Marchy was very smart. Looked smart too. Brown, chin length, messy hair. Glasses. The kind of mouth that would just look wierd in a frown. But why was he in an endless war, in which he would probably be killed? A poster. On the wall of his physics classroom. He didn't even read it. It was the picture of that soldier in the upper left. The one with the REALLY big gun. The sniper. And now, in an elevator, stood next to the kind of guy who would have bullied him in school, Marchy stood, with a sniper that was so big, they had to redesign the holster so that it didn't drag along the ground. Of course, with such a weight, Marchy couldn't afford to have any huge body armour. So he had the minimal amount on. And had replaced his helmet with the sniper-standard optical cap. Specially designed with infrared sensors and night vision. He also had a balaclave like oxygen mask, covering his mouth and nose, that had a steady circulation of clean air. As a last resort, a tiny plasma pistol was sat in a pouch on his upper left chest. The silence in the elevator gave Marchy the chance to think about what was about to happen. In a few minutes he would be on the surface. Where height didn't matter. Or your smarts. Just the size of your gun. And Marchy had one hell of a big one. |
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| DigDog | May 20 2008, 03:16 PM Post #4 |
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Pantsman
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Here he stood in this elevator again, trying not to think too much about the things to come. In retrospect, things went quite well. At least, it could have been worse. Retrograde amnesia, that's what the doctor said after Murdock asked him where he was. It doesn't happen every day that you wake up in a hospital bed and don't know how you got there. The last thing he remembers was riding the elevator upwards, then... darkness. According to the things they told him, he was found unconscious in the elevator, heavily injured and with his team nowhere to be found. Thanks to modern hospital technology it didn't take long and Murdock had fully recovered. At least on the outside, but he wasn't very sorry that he couldn't remember that incident. After some training it turned out that he still had his fabulous shooting skills that made him join the Extermination Forces in the first place. So it didn't take long until he was riding that elevator again. He checked his equipment one last time, better safe than sorry. His full exoskeleton body armor fitted like a glove, and despite it's bulkiness it was easy to sit, kneel and lie down, thanks to the included hydraulic system. In addition, the equipped sensors, communication and location devices allowed Murdock to stay in touch with his surrounding. The only drawback was the fact that he couldn't run in this thing, but when you have to run it's usually too late anyway. His Fusion Rifle was loaded and ready to be used, just as the small rocket launcher that was strapped on his back. The pockets on his legs and shoulders held enough ammunition to start a war and the power cell of his suit was fully charged. He was ready for the things to come. Noticing that the elevator would still need some time until it reaches the surface, Murdock took a look around. His team comrades were quite disappointing, that one guy even looked like he would collapse any second. The fellow looking like a walking gun seemed a bit more reliable, but only if he can handle this thing... Murdock shook his head, these thoughts would bring him nowhere. Those guys are the only thing that stands between returning home acceptable safe and a horrible death, so he'd better place some reliance on them. That, or he should return right now. Murdock closed his eyes, took a deep breath and waited for the elevator to stop. |
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| Ebrithil | May 22 2008, 12:59 AM Post #5 |
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From Lucian.
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Ebrithil stood near the back of the elevator and would have been overlooked by most except for the fact that he was 6'2 and covered in a very dark colored power suit. Other than that he look like any normal soldier, except for a few small things. Upon closer inspection a person would notice that the eye lense of the power suit glowed slightly green. After seeing that they would most likely see the blaster rifle, which was of very forigen design. Also they would notice that the armour had a slightly green tinge to it. other than that they would never expect anything odd about this one unit in the many hundreds of others in the Extermination Forces, but this trooper was different than the others. Behind the visor sharp green eyes studied the other troopers in the room. A seasoned trooper, a sniper, and a raw recruit. If someone looked at this group they probably wouldn't guess they were the group that was headed to the surface to kill a Spur. He decided to check his equipment for the third time during there ascent. He looked down at his enhanced plasma rifle. It seemed in good working order. Looking down at his leg he checked to make sure the vibro blade was still well attached in inside it's scabbard. A quick look to each side showed that both pistols were properly placed and fully re-charged and stocked with fresh ammo. He decides to run a simple suit and weapons diagnostic before he decides everything is in tip-top condition. It came up 100% ready as it always did. Ebrithil slowly moved away from the side of the elevator and began to upload the stats of the other troopers in to his visor incase something went bad Ebrithil wanted to be prepared. He had always been overly prepared; it had saved his life more than once. As he stood there he wondered what dangers he would encounter on this latest mission... |
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I stole this from somebody, but if you don't tell neither will I. " The key to immortality is to live a life worth remembering " - Bruce Lee A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.---Draco. "Labels are what we use to describe something we do not wish to fully understand." Master Tsuba. {Remember, half the people you know are below average.} | |
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| Liveman Ieb | May 22 2008, 04:54 PM Post #6 |
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Something bad happened in Paxia? I did it.
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After what seemed an eternity to the more nervous soldiers of the group, the rocket elevator stopped. It was a quick stop, guns clattered as they jumped up and fell back onto the soldier's armor. Within the next ten seconds, everyone had their gun loaded and ready to fire. The cavern that they had entered was actually an entrance to an underground bunker, which had long since collapsed and had been converted into one of the few ways from above ground to underground. The metal doors opened with a screech as the Command Center received confirmation from the squad leader that they had reached the surface. What waited them outside was a desolate world. Visibility was nearly zero, the sandstorm outside raged at such force that anyone without a protective suit going out, was walking straight to their death. The soldiers however were protected against such force of nature, and they braved the storm, securing the perimeter around the entrance. The poor range of sight was an unnerving factor, for all they knew, they could be staring the Spur straight in the eyes and not even know it. "Move out." The squad leader's command was a simple one, and the soldiers began a slow advance. They were trained for what they were doing, and knew, veteran and rookie alike, that rushing things above ground would get you killed. With guns raised and aimed infront, they began to cover more area. The hardest thing was not killing the Spur, it was finding it. Command Center could only confirm when a Spur was born, locating it was a lot more difficult task. Past experience however showed that they rarely moved too far from the location they fell to. It was a debated issue, but most agreed on the fact that the fall injures even the most hardy of Spur, and they were simply healing their wounds. However, in some cases, the Spur moved far as it reached the ground. Those cases were the most dangerous of them all. Half a hour passed, and there was no sign of the Spur during their search. It was to be expected, at times, it took days just to find the creature. The soldiers shared quick updates between eachother, "all clear" and so on, and they finally reached one of the most dangerous of places above grounds. The ruins. A city of ages past, fallen buildings and debris gave cover to both Spur and human alike, it was a perfect place for an ambush, and it had been, for both sides of the conflict. Should anyone search the sand below, they would find remnants of armor of fallen soldiers, maybe even with the skeletal remains of torn limbs and broken bodies. Walking past a mound of debris of stone, sand and metal, Able thought that he saw something to right from him, and the sudden clatter that accompanied his glimpse made him turn around in panic, and raise his rifle. The storm in the city was not as severe due to all the obstacles, and he could actually see in front of him. It was a metal pole, a lightlamp to be precise, missing the top, as if it had been cut from it, and what was clattering and moving on it, was a human skull. The wind gave it motion and a life of it's own. Most likely, it was a soldier of the past, just like Able and the others, killed by the Spur, or in the unfortunate case, by one of his own. A hole in the skull's forehead implied such a possibility. The dropped jaw that moved up and down according to the wind was as if it was laughing at Able, at the world, at everything. That was when it happened. It came at them loud, vibrating, and the skull shook according to the waves of the sound. They had not found the Spur, but they heard it. It was like the whales of the old ages. The computers aiding the soldiers in various ways, measuring temperature of both in the suit and outside, possible toxins and other things, also were able to determine the direction the sound came from. It was west from them, close to the heart of the ruined city. They moved again, straight to the direction where the sound originated from. The city center had collapsed long ago, old motorways, lifted intersections and such, had snapped off and fallen, pillars had crumbled and toppled over, it provided the soldiers a small advantage, they had the higher ground. It was not much, only a few meters of a rise from the center, but any help they could get against their enemy might be what they needed to survive. They took cover behind rubble and debris, supporting their weapons on them, and aimed at the enemy. The sandstorm covered some of it, but they could see the form and size of the enemy. It had a body like a serpent, and was facing away from them. It stood 20 meters tall, and again it let out a loud, vibrating sound. Almost as if it was calling out to something. Had it been expecting to find others of its kind down below, did it wait to be answered? On both sides, four appendages could be seen, five or so meters from the top of the creature. They were obscured by the sandstorm, but it was worth to speculate that they were either limbs, or tentacles, feelers, whatever of the sort, as the Spur followed no logic of evolution. The creature's tail swooshed on its sides, and the sound of something being smashed and broken could be heard, along with a rumble. It had collapsed a building. The squad waited for an order from their leader, no one even thought about taking a shot at the Spur on their own. Not without a plan. |
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| Ebrithil | May 24 2008, 12:06 AM Post #7 |
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From Lucian.
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"Okay men," Ebrithil says to his squad mates, "Heres the plan. Able, you have some explosives right?" Able nods. "Take it and plant it at these to points. Then bring me the tirigger." Ebrithil says pointing at two spots that look like places where the Spur might be able to climb up. Able runs off to plant the explosives. Momments later he returns to hand me the triggers. "Heres the plan guys. I will toss a stick bomb at it and then we will open fire. Aim for important looking stuff like eyes, earish things, anything that looks like arms or that kinda stuff. Marchy Shot it's head OFF. I don't care about anything else. Just shot that things head until it stops moving. We will be laying down a field of surpressive fire. I will try to cut it down at the leg joints while Able and Murdock try to shot the important points on it. If any of you see eyes. SHOT THEM! If we can blind it we have a much better chance of winning. Are we clear Troopers?" I say. "Yes, Sir." They all respond. "Good. And make sure to keep your eyes open just in case that thing knows more than we do." I say, reffering to it's keenings, tapping a small button on my helmet a small compartment opens on the side of my lowwer calf and I pull out a small, long slender tube that is glossy silver. I turn a small dial on the bottom of it and then heave it at the Spurs back. The Spur heres the incoming missle and turns slightly. Just in time to catch the bomb right in it's spine. BANG! It explodes and we all begin to open fire. |
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I stole this from somebody, but if you don't tell neither will I. " The key to immortality is to live a life worth remembering " - Bruce Lee A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.---Draco. "Labels are what we use to describe something we do not wish to fully understand." Master Tsuba. {Remember, half the people you know are below average.} | |
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| Liveman Ieb | May 24 2008, 07:52 AM Post #8 |
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Something bad happened in Paxia? I did it.
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It sounded like a good plan, Able thought as he quietly made his way downwards, to the spots indicated to plant the explosives. Get the things attention, lure it to the explosives and blow them up on it's face. Of course, he would have felt a lot better had it been someone else to plant the bombs, but some part deep in him was excited. It would be HIM who was going to be the most important part in the plan, and most likely it would be his bombs to deal the most of damage to the creature. Was it his carefulness, or was it a forte of his, but he made no sound as he went. Over rubble and sand, his boots sank quietly and he made no sound at all as he went. He had gotten about fifty meters from where the rest of the squad was, and officially the closest person to the Spur. The only thing that could be heard, was the creature's hum, which was a lot softer now. Suddenly the creature turned around. For a split second, it was still, and the next moment it began to move. It's head lowered to the ground, almost as if it had dodged something. It was Able who was the first to see the creature, as it came close enough from the sandstorm. It let out the scream again, to accompany it on its way to what it had found. What Able saw filled him with fear. Eyes. The creature had none. The creature's head was like a worms, segments of chitin-like armor ridged on it, and it's whole body slithered right and left as it stormed across the surface towards him. And it was fast. He had no time to plant the bombs, hell, some part of him doubted he even had time to get his gun up and fire. It was when he saw the appendages from before that he turned around and began to run. They were arms. Long clawed fingers clawed at the ground with each swift move, dragging the creature forward, giving it speed unlike any normal, sensible creature of evolution. Waves of sound bombarded Able as he spun around, stumbled and began to run upwards. However, it was a race that he was losing. The uphill was slowing him down already, but the Spur did not seem to slow down at all. What had been a hundred meter distance, was quickly fifty meters, and now even less. In moments, the creature would literally be over him. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap..." Amidst his cursing, Able was wishing for only one thing. That it would have been someone else to plant the bombs. |
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| Fishtank | May 24 2008, 01:26 PM Post #9 |
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
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Able began gasping for air, his lungs felt like they would explode. There was no breath left in him, and he was meters away from the top of the hill, his heating coils cooled his suit, but even they were not enough to stop the profusive sweating, he now has a sick feeling in his stomach. And the realization of what it was did not give him any hope. It was fear. Fear took over, he screamed, his voice jumping into an octave as his pace double, he began to throw things he was carrying away, to gain speed. First he dropped his desperation rifle. Next, he unhooked his pack, and was on the verge of dropping it as well, when he decided instead to toss it at the Spur. It worked. The pack spun on the ground, catching the Spur on one of its arms, its pace slowed, and it took a minute to examine the new found object stuck to its arm. The strap on the pack had caught on the Spur's arm, so now as the Spur moved, it has to drag the pack, still filled with explosives along with it. Perfect. Able hit the thruster on his jump pack, with the burst, he soared over the hill, landing four meters away from the rest of his squad. He hit the ground on his side, coughing blood. But still alive, and the Spur was thirty meters back, dragging the pack of explosives along with its arm. "Okay guys" Able began to the other three. "I saw the Spur, it has no eyes, and it's wicked fast. I didn't have time to plant the explosives, but I tossed them behind me and the Spur got entangled in them. I'm serious guys, we need to get a shot at those explosive. Because that thing will be here soon, and it'll kill us." Able whipped out his blaster pistol, edging slowly behind his squad leader, wishing he hadn't dropped his desperation rifle. He didn't have much left as a weapon, other then his pistol. He had two knives, which would be useless against the Spur. His jump pack, half emptied of fuel after his escape, his heating coils, which were, of course, not going to be of any help, light filters in his helmet, again, useless, oxygen tank and mask, useless, life signs detection. Well, at least they would know when he was dead. Maybe they would tell the girl he had left. A pang of newfound regret washed over him as he remembered... Her, and he wanted to leave. He wanted to get off this deranged surface and get underground as soon as possible. What would he say? He did not know, nor was now the time to think of such things, when a aberration was coming down a sloop to eat you, dragging a pack of explosives down with it. And since all he has was a blaster pistol, he would have to concentrate, or rely on his team mates to keep him alive. Because he would only have time to get off a few shots, and then he would be running for his life. Again. |
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| DigDog | May 24 2008, 02:40 PM Post #10 |
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Pantsman
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It sounded like a good plan. It really did. The Spur was still idle, only making that terrible sound, so that Able went downhill and was soon out of sight because of the storm. Murdock directed his attention back at the silhouette of the Spur. That thing gave him the creeps, and that sound was making it even worse. He had seen many horrible things in his life, but this thing surpassed everything... Suddenly something came to his mind. It was only a little flash, a vague recollection caused by the looks of that Spur, but it hit him like a hammer. He began to concentrate on that thought, trying not to let it slip away again, as suddenly the Spur began to move. It was turning around and then heading in our direction, accelerating to impressive speed. So much for the plan. He lifted his fusion rifle, aiming at the spur, as he saw something in the corner of his eye. It was Able, and he fell on the ground in a painful looking way. Seeing that he was still in good shape and standing up, Murdock turned his head back at the Spur, which was now alarmingly close. That bugger was incredibly fast for his shape and size. He switched his rifle to rapid fire and blasted away as if there was no tomorrow. Heck, if that thing comes even closer there was no tomorrow for sure! Able started to explain his newest discoveries, including the nicely placed pack. So that object on one of those 'arms' was actually his pack of explosives...! Murdock redirected his fire to that arm and hoped that one of his shots would hit it, or the next thing on the list would be a dinner with the devil. |
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| Liveman Ieb | May 24 2008, 03:22 PM Post #11 |
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Something bad happened in Paxia? I did it.
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The Spur was on the hunt. The pack of explosives that got entangled in its arms only slowed it down for so long, before it noticed that its prey was on the move again. In fact, it was getting away, fast. The Spur hasted after it, and after a few moments, it slammed all hands on the ground, and arched its head upwards, like it had been before it chased after Able. Bullets shot at it, while hitting the target, some simply left small dents where the armor was too strong, and those that went through and into the creature, seemed to be too small of wounds to actually stop, or even hinder it. Just as Murdock shifted his fire from the creature to the explosives pack in its arm, the head of the creature opened symmetrically. It had a three-part mouth, one part opened upwards, while other two opened below, to the left and right. Small teeth bending inwards could be seen if you looked hard enough, and from deeper in the creature's mouth, something blasted out. The strap on the pack that Able had thrown finally fell loose, and the package fell. Right in the way of a bullet from Murdock's gun. The explosives went off, showering everyone with bits and pieces of the two arms that were blasted straight off from the Spur, which fell on its side, screaming loudly. It was only because of that shot from Murdock, that Able was saved from an instantaneous death. Something smashed into the ground a meter to the right from him. It was a tongue, shaped like a harpoon, spines grew on all sides of it, meant to dig deep into anything they hit. The Spur rose again, still screaming, and began to reel back its tongue. It got loose from the ground it had embedded itself onto, and swung wildly to the sides as it began to reel back. On its way, it hit Able. The spines hit him above his right ankle, cutting through the armor, flesh and bone, and exiting from the other side, only moments after escaping the Spur, he was being dragged towards it, and the gaping maw that was still open, waiting for the prey it had sensed. |
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| Hotdogmarchy | May 24 2008, 03:25 PM Post #12 |
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Don't look into it's eyes...
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I sure am glad I'm not Able right now, Marchy thought to himself. It was suicide being at the distance he was now, let alone having to be right next to it! Marchy studied the black figure against the backdrop of grey and brown, trying to make out any of it's features, but had no luck. It was like somebody had ripped a part of the scenery from the sky, leaving an unidentifiable blotch. Even through the sniper scope, fitted with infrared sensors, he could only make out the sheer size of the thing and the fact that the heat pulsating throughout it's body must have been unbearable, marked by a deep red making out the sillouette that was their enemy. And the noise it made was unbearable! Like a chorus of banshees being transmitted through a faulty radio! But then it made a whole new noise. It was moving... And fantastically fast! It appeared, tearing through the dust and cloud and Marchy began to get a picture of what the Spur looked like. It damn well wasn't pretty. Worm-like, but you could tell that if it got a hold of you, you wouldn't be living alot longer. But he had to follow the captain's orders, aim for the eyes, so he looked through the scope of his sniper to get a clearer look. Nothing... Through a mixture of fear, anger and slight annoyance, Marchy started firing blindly and rapidly into the body of the Spur, to no avail. And where was Able? His answer was answered when he heard panting to his right. He had survived. But would they? |
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| Fishtank | May 24 2008, 04:00 PM Post #13 |
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
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Able screamed as he was dragged towards the gaping maw of the Spur, the hungry newborn still locked on him as a meal. It breath smelled disgusting, and his team mates were too focused on recovering from the blast to notice Able being dragged into almost certain death in horrible ways. The tongue was lodged just above his ankle, and if he survived, he might not be able to walk until he received medical attention from below ground. At that point, Able felt a wet sensation crawling down his pants. He had no time for embarrassment, and it was certainly too late to go home, he needed a plan, fast. Without thinking, he bent his arm around his back, it warn painful, but if this worked it wouldn't matter. He unhooked his oxygen tank and mask from his suit and waited as the Spur dragged him toward it. This had better work. At the last minute, before any part of him went inside the creature, Able slammed the oxygen tank and mask down it's gullet, it attempted to swallow, thinking this was part of it's prey. Sadly, it was mistaken. The Spur choked on the stainless steal tank, it attempted to breath, but realized that it couldn't. It convulsed, it's tongue going through Able's leg again, He screamed, with both pain and relief as it fell back. Drawing in breaths deeply, trying to dislodge the oxygen tank, but having no success. Able limped across the mutilated ground, eventually collapsing behind his squad mates yelling. "Kill it!" Able rose to his full height, and began firing his blaster at the creature. Waiting of his team mates to do the same with their weapons. |
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| Ebrithil | May 24 2008, 04:30 PM Post #14 |
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Ebrithil quickly notices that it has no eyes. "Open fire on the mouth. Concentrae your fire on that tank!" Ebrithil pulls up his rifle and opens fire on it's mouth. "If we can blast that tank the explosion should either kill or injure it badly." Ebrithil said. Marchy fires precise shots at the tank while Able, Murdock, and Ebrithil try to hit it's mouth. However it continues to advance. Ebrithil taps a few buttons on his helemt and quickly pulls out an attachment for his rifle from a compartment in his pack. After quickly attaching it he takes aim at it's mouth. Momments later one...two...and then three small tracking missles home in on the beast mouth. "Try that one on for size..." Ebrithil says quickly straping his no overheated plasma rifle to his back and pulling his dual heavy pistols. The explosive shells begin to hit at it's face. |
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I stole this from somebody, but if you don't tell neither will I. " The key to immortality is to live a life worth remembering " - Bruce Lee A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.---Draco. "Labels are what we use to describe something we do not wish to fully understand." Master Tsuba. {Remember, half the people you know are below average.} | |
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| Liveman Ieb | May 24 2008, 05:25 PM Post #15 |
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Something bad happened in Paxia? I did it.
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The Spur tried hard to chew through the metal that the oxygen tank was made of, but it had very little success. But it mattered little, the better prey was not far behind, it was still trapped, and continually being reeled in. The Spur snapped it's head upwards, and poor Able was flung in the air, screaming, like a fish out of water. The maw opened wide as the Spur intended to swallow Able whole, snatching him from midair, but it never had the chance to do so. While no bullets had a chance to hit the tank, due to the rapid movement of the Spur, one of the missiles went past the jaws and hit the tank deadon. It exploded in a furious fireball, the Spur's tongue was shredded apart from the explosion, which hit Able as well. The poor boy was flung high in the air from the force of the explosion, and landed several feet behind the rest of the squad. The three jaws were shredded right off from the creature, which trashed wildly, the sound it let out was mixed with a gurgle as it was drowning in its own dark red blood. It turned it's head to the direction the missiles had come from, and snapped back and forth with its head. Gallons of liquid flew from its torn mouth, straight at Ebrithil. The ground sizzled where it hit, it was the creatures digestive fluid. Corrosive acid. |
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| Hotdogmarchy | May 24 2008, 09:21 PM Post #16 |
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Don't look into it's eyes...
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"Kill it!" Marchy turned and witnessed the horrible creature thrash about as it struggled to swallow what looked like an oxygen tank. Able may be a rookie, but he had some guts, would that get them killed though? Marchy stopped thinking and started firing. Round after round of deadly plasma erupted out the end of his sniper, striking the creature and causing it unbearable pain. But not enough to kill it. Through the roaring of the various weapons unleashing hell upon the Spur, Marchy made out an order from E, shoot the tank, so he stopped firing wildly and peered through his scope. Marchy always had a knack for being able to drown out the world around him, it helped him concentrate, but never had he tried to in such severe circumstances. All was quiet, only could he hear the sound of his heart pumping away. Time almost stopped. He waited until the mouth of the Spur passed his croosshair, and fired. Maybe it was him, or one of the many rockets being fired by the Captain, but a monumental explosion suddenly shook the scene, and Marchy was thrown off of his feet, landing hard on the dry soil. Machy regained conciousness a minute later to the sight of his captain soaked in a gooey green liquid. It couldn't be good. |
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| DigDog | May 25 2008, 12:34 PM Post #17 |
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A smile flashed over Murdocks face as the bullet hit the pack of explosives. The following explosion wasn't pretty, bit's and blood showered everywhere. Some of the blood sprayed on his helmet and took his sight for a few seconds. He heard the screams of the Spur, and other screams that must be Able's. Finally the integrated cleaning unit turned on and removed the blood from his helmet. The first thing he saw again after that was Able being pulled by the Spurs tongue, and before Murdock could react, Able was lifted into the air right in the direction of that enormous mouth of the Spur. Murdock fired his rifle at the Spurs mouth, he couldn't think of anything else to do. Just as he thought he has seen Able for the last time, a giant explosion ripped the mouth of the monster apart and sent Able flying again. Another shower of blood arose from the Spur, but this time Murdock was swift to react and turned his head away from the incoming shower. He caught a glimpse of Able, who was behind the squad and luckily still moving. He turned back to the Spur, and what he saw there made him gasp. Liquid that wasn't blood gushed from the mouth of the monster right at the squad leader. That was enough. Murdock switched his rifle mode and sent some highly charged bullets in the direction of the Spurs mouth. It was a good target now since the jaws were severely wounded and gave no protection anymore. While firing he moved backwards, he didn't want to see that sizzling liquid on his armor. Three charged shots later, his rifle clip was empty. "CRAP!" He holstered his rifle and grabbed the rocket launcher from his back. Time to bring this monster down. Still walking backwards he fired one rocket after another and hoped it would be enough... |
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| Ebrithil | May 25 2008, 03:07 PM Post #18 |
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From Lucian.
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After the tank had exploded a large amount of bodly fluid quickly began to flow from the beasts mouth. Ebrithil suddenly notices that it is on a crash course for him. He quickly jumped to one side, but to no anvil. The acid hits his suit and began to burn through the outside layer. Instantly the suits built in warning systems kicks in. "Suit in danger. Acidic chemical located on suit." Ebrithil, who was very well aware of the fact by now, replied. "Enact anti-acid defenses." He said while throwing his pistols clear of the acid. "Anti-acid defenses not responding Sir." The suit calmy replied. Ebrithil looked at his troops and the Spur. With a detirmend growl he began to work on getting his suit cleared. "Outer layer compromised. Inner-layer still intact." While sending commands through his suit he quickly tapped in to over ride and sent a command. "Begin Anti-acidic cleaning process." "Defenses not respo..." Before it can finish he cut it off. "Over ride code. 773-mark-delta. Begin anti-acid defenses!" The suit makes a small humming sound and then a clear liquid begins to pour over his suit. "Anti-Acid defenses working at 43%." The suit responds. Looking down at his suit he relizes that even with the anti-acid now in effect he is still very vunurable and his suit has several holes in it. He quickly notices the beast charging thier lines. "Eat this." He said to him self while tapping out a short command. Five small slits appear on the side of his arm. "Fire anti-armour missle rounds." He said. Five tiny missles all aimed for it's right for its now weakened mouth. Five more reload and soon join those.... |
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I stole this from somebody, but if you don't tell neither will I. " The key to immortality is to live a life worth remembering " - Bruce Lee A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.---Draco. "Labels are what we use to describe something we do not wish to fully understand." Master Tsuba. {Remember, half the people you know are below average.} | |
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| Hotdogmarchy | May 25 2008, 04:35 PM Post #19 |
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Don't look into it's eyes...
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Marchy stared at his Captain shouting orders at his suit and started to doubt his sanity, then out of nowhere, missiles began to fire from his arms, and there was no question... But Marchy had not realised that although the Spur had lost a jaw and a hell of a lot of blood, it was still putting up a fight, thrashing about as it approached the squad. Marchy reached for his sniper. It wasn't there. Marchy frantically searched around him, but it was nowhere to be seen, and the gigantic monster was heading straight for them. Even with a barrage of pasma striking it's body, it carried on relentless and all Marchy had now was a tiny plasma pistol. Useless. But still, he grabbed the pistol and started firing. Being very compact, the pistol could shoot for long periods of time without overheating, but it still wasn't enough. How could a sniper survive with no sniper? |
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| Liveman Ieb | May 25 2008, 04:50 PM Post #20 |
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Something bad happened in Paxia? I did it.
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The liquid spewed by the creature was not some ordinary attack that it was capable of. It was desperation, a last ditch attack. It did not show to the outside, but it was dying. Drowning its own fluids. It had been so long since it's last meal as well, weakening it even further. The first explosion wound bled heavily as well, bringing its death even closer. Rounds from Murdock, and missiles from Ebrithil both hit the its target, the soft tissue of the creature that was not protected by its thick hide. It was only the missiles that did the heaviest of damage, blowing off chunks of flesh off from the creature. It snapped its head back, and for a moment, it seemed as if it would spew more liquid at its enemies. Its body swayed left and right, and suddenly it fell to its side on the right. The claws dug into the ground as if drag it forward, but to no avail. The beast fell silent, and stopped all movement. It was dead. "Squad #1, what is your situation?" Command Center had been listening carefully all this time, waiting for any report from the squad leader. Instead they had heard him give orders, and the various things yelled in the radio waves. |
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| Hotdogmarchy | May 25 2008, 05:26 PM Post #21 |
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Don't look into it's eyes...
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Turns out Marchy didn't need his sniper... The Spur began to sway, almost as if it was drunk, then arched it's head back. What now, Marchy thought. But there would be nothing, the Spur fell to the ground, it's impact creating a shockwave, throwing dust into the air. Marchy covered his eyes from the cloud, and when he looked back at the beast, it was sprawled across the soil, motionless. It was over... It had been defeated. "Now, where the hell is my bloody sniper!" |
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| Ebrithil | May 25 2008, 06:47 PM Post #22 |
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From Lucian.
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Ebrithil quickly relized that he needs to report on there killing of the Spur. "This is Squad #1. the Spur has been killed. Repeat, the Spur has been killed." They confirm the transmission. Ebritil then hears the teams sniper. "Now, where the hell is my bloody sniper!" Ebrithil all but ingnores himm however and heads over to the badly wounded Able. "How are you holding up soldier?" He asks, even though it is fairly apparent that he is not doing well at all. After getting he's answer he calls his squad over. "Battle report. Everbody still in one peice? Other than me and Able that is." Every one confirms... |
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I stole this from somebody, but if you don't tell neither will I. " The key to immortality is to live a life worth remembering " - Bruce Lee A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.---Draco. "Labels are what we use to describe something we do not wish to fully understand." Master Tsuba. {Remember, half the people you know are below average.} | |
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| DigDog | May 27 2008, 10:56 AM Post #23 |
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Murdock stopped shooting as the giant monstrosity fell. With satisfaction he observed the last desperate movements of the Spur and waited until it stopped moving. He holstered his slightly smoldering rocket launcher, reloaded his rifle and sighed in relief. It was over, there were no more signs of activity in this area. He walked a few meters in the direction of the Spur to see it from up close, but stopped before he reached it. He didn't want to step in the still sizzling liquid that was covering the ground around the Spur. The squad leader was already reporting, so he turned around and started to walk back to the squad as suddenly his right foot bumped against an object covered by the sand. Normally he hadn't bothered, but that metallic sound made him curious. Murdock bent down to see what he bumped against. It was a gun. An enormous sniper gun. Ironically at this moment, he hears Marchy complaining that he lost his. Murdock picked up the sniper rifle and returned to the squad leader. "Reporting in. Everythings fine with me. How's his condition?" he said, pointing at Able "I can carry him if we're heading back." |
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| Fishtank | May 27 2008, 10:14 PM Post #24 |
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"a rogue element" -SIGMUND
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Able's eyes fluttered open, the stench of the surface hit his nostrils instantly. His thoughts were jumbled as he tried to recall what had happened. He had stuffed his oxygen tank in the Spur's mouth, it had choked. He used this time to get back on his feet. Shooting at it. However had got hauled in, thrown around and eventually ended up on the ground. His head rolled over, staring blankly into space. "Was the Spur dead?"; "Were any of his teammates still alive?". These questions burned curiosity in him. And he lay on his back. His ankle bleeding from the Spurs... Thing going right through his leg. His bone, he was sure was broken. He would not be able to stand. A question was fired at him from his squad leader, one of those nonchalant "How are you doing there, soldier?" questions. He hated that attitude. Bit apparently it was supposed to inspire courage, hope... Or whatever. Not working on Able. "Do I look alright to you!" he snapped. He would have said more. But a sharp pain spread quickly through his leg, causing him to hit the ground again. He rolled his head over in the opposite direction, looking over his squad mates. They were all in one piece, although the squad leader's suit looked like a piece of swiss cheese. Beyond them all, was the Spur. He noted with pride it has been thanks to him that they had been able to kill it. And now they could all go home. In fact, they had broken a record. They were the first team sent up to kill a Spur that had not had a fatality. With a content smile on his face, his thought trailed off to going back underground. Leaving the extermination forces, and reuniting with that girl... With that, he closed his eyes, and waited for his squad leader to give the command to move out, and to order someone to help him to the extraction point. |
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| Hotdogmarchy | May 28 2008, 07:30 PM Post #25 |
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Don't look into it's eyes...
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Marchy was searching for his sniper in an obviously dead bush, when he turned around and saw Murdock holding his most loved possession. No seriously, it is. "Thanks for finding it" Marchy said to Murdock, and he took the gun from his squadmates hands. He checked the gun for any faults and failed to find any except a slightly cracked scope, so he placed in the holster on his back. So Marchy finally had a chance to see the damage caused by the Spur. Able was in a bad way, not helped by E's false hope, but other than that, everybody was fine. However, he couldn't help but snigger at the state of his leader's suit. They were lucky today. Luck was the reason why none of them were dead. They knew nothing about the spur. That 'head' could have easily been a tentacle, the rest of the body hidden in the ground. Or Able could have been killed before he had a chance to run. But he couldn't think of what could have been. Instead, he preffered to think about the nice hot shower waiting for him back at base, and a warm bed. Anything would do. Just no Spurs... |
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