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Dystopia - [Main Thread]; Welcome to the City...
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Virgil	Aug 29 2010, 09:24 AM Post #1
[蝙蝠の娘] Posts: 1,337 Group: 1337!! Member #9,663 Joined: January 16, 2009 Steam ID: laharlie Game Currently Playing: Borderlands 2	"Enter, the City..." "Welcome, to you're Dystopian future..." "Welcome, to the City..." Rain... Rain pours upon the cold and dark districts of Central and wash the blood and sin off the ground down into the gutters and sewers of the afterlife. Chaos is everywhere, in many shapes and forms but the ones that are most prominent are the things that even the minority chaotic entities fear... "You are weapons free..." a broadcasted transmission said nearby in a shackled raspy mechanical voice. Gunshots are heard and the locked door opens into the warehouse. Three people we're alerted to the presence of someone in the building, believing it to be a small-scale problem. "Did you hear that?" said one of them. "What are you. Deaf? Yes, I heard it." "Should we check it out?" "What could the worst b-" he was interrupted before a bullet went through his forehead, suddenly the remaining two seeked cover as their mysterious assailants revealed themselves as the enigmatic C.O.P.S. "SHIT! Someone was followed by Metal Heads." one of the guards said in shock as the C.O.P.S. laid suppressing fire on their cover. "Toss a Stun Proton Charge..." "Roger!" An object then flew in front of them resembling a small grenade and suddenly lit up. Before detonating with a loud shrieking noise and a white flash blinding them. The C.O.P.S. then approached the blinded guards and proceeded to execute them. The group then moved forward up the stairs and a grouped with another team that breached in through another entrance that have aligned themselves next to another door "Target Located." "Plant a Breaching Charge!" "Understood." One of the anonymous armored officers planted a electronic charge onto the door which then deployed a similar loud shrieking noise before destroying the door and blinding everyone on the opposite side of the door. They entered the room pulling out their guns before starting to tear up everyone in the room that was in plain sight. After clearing the room of hired guards, they approached a worried man that looked in his earlier 50's. Obviously scared, one of the C.O.P.S. were ready to pull the trigger. "Stand down." "Why?" "Commissioner's orders, he's entered the building. He wants a field interrogation." "Understood, Sir." they said before a hulking may with a long trench coat over the exactly same armor as all of the other armored troopers and wearing their anonymous gas mask entered the room and grabbed the man by the neck and up to the window. "Speak at once! Where is the SSI Device?!" said the Commissioner in a cold raspy and loud booming voice towards the target. "I... I sold it!" he replied. "TO WHOM!" "The Black Market!" as his worried face degraded even more. "Good, just like we thought you would. We should have it back within the week." "So should we." he asked the Commissioner. "Negative, he is not to be terminated by you." "So I am I free to go?", suddenly the Commissioner pulled out his trademark .666 Revolver Slinger and pointed it at him. "No, you are not. You're going to be sleeping with the rest of the dead down below in there in the City." ... 'BANG!' Welcome to... Edited by Virgil, Aug 29 2010, 05:17 PM.
	"If I were to give a piece of advice to anyone, it's to always follow your passion... unless your passion is crappy, then consider aiming your passion a little higher." Stay tuned for Rebuild of Evangelion Month, scheduled for 2013! (or whenever Final/4.0 comes out)


Lady Miracle	Aug 29 2010, 11:42 AM Post #2
[insert something cheerful here] Posts: 8,037 Group: Former Monarchs Member #9,289 Joined: August 20, 2008	It was raining outside when small eyes approached a crystal window. Everything was dark, or rather, darker than usual. Lightning struck and lit up the area. Isabel backed up startled, but kept her eyes nailed on the outside view. Slowly, she crept near the window again and stared outside once more. Before long, however, the blinds were pulled, shutting off her sights. "You shouldn't get too close to a window, Isabel," the girl's older brother spoke gently as he let go of the blinds he had just dropped. "Come one; let's continue with the next chapter." He walked over to a wooden table and opened a somewhat old book. Isabel walked towards the other chair at the table with much precaution, almost as if a wrong or hurried step would mean her life when in truth she was simply worried. Sitting and taking the book her brother handled, she looked up at him afraid. "Jahziel," she spoke softly, almost whispering, "do you think Mom and Dad are OK?" She rubbed her sweaty little hands against her dress nervously and just waited for a response from him. Jaziel sat up straight and looked at her, then smiled sweetly. "I'm sure they'll be back safe and sound by tomorrow. You just focus on catching up with your reading." He pointed at her book and mused, "Now read carefully so you can answer the questions I have for you once you're finished." The 6-year-old relaxed and agreed to the task merrily as she then placed her focus on the pages. Jahziel, however, turned his eyes towards the window. He listened to the rain outside and allowed his mind to drift off. Something concerned him.
	The Muffin Man's wife and a


Deleted User	Aug 29 2010, 01:53 PM Post #3
Deleted User	The tunnels were dark. Deep below the city, below a decrepit warehouse in a district that anyone rarely so much as stumbled into because it was so abandoned, and littered with unsafe, crumbling buildings, this system of tunnels sat, abandoned for countless years, the entrance to this moldy labyrinth hidden from plain sight. It had lain undisturbed for many a year, perhaps not having been touched even since the apocalypse began. But unknown to those who dwell aboveground, for several years these tunnels had been populated by a teeming mass of people, forming almost a city of sorts. This 'city below the city' had no true name, as it was barely a city at all. To all who knew of it, though, it was referred to as Underworld; for that is exactly what it was. Here, in the dank, dark tunnels, lurked a strange amalgamation of men, women, mutants, and even the occasional machine. All were welcome in this land, so long as they realized the evils of the aboveground government. This land, is where the Overlord rules. --- A man scurried quickly and quietly through the Underworld Bazaar, trying his best to weave swiftly through the crowds of people without drawing attention to himself. He was a Courier, one of the many messengers used to convey 'mail' amongst the dwellers down below, for the tunnels were vast, and to navigate them without a trained guide was nigh on suicide. Many people had tried and never returned... Or fallen prey to some of the hideous things said to lie waiting in the murky black. Finally the Courier reached the end of the mob of citizens and slid quietly into a side tunnel guarded by a burly, armed man. The man nodded briskly at him and stood aside as the Courier entered the tunnel. As he dashed down the tunnel, it suddenly split off into multiple separate 'roads'. Without even pausing, he took the tunnel he knew to be the correct one, and dashed down it. As he ran he thought he heard a distant, menacing gurgle echo from one of the other tunnels, and shuddered as he briefly recalled the stories of what was said to lay waiting just beyond a wrong turn. Plowing on, he finally came to a round cul-de-sac at the end of the tunnel. Large, ancient glyphs coated the walls, unreadable by all but the most well-read of scholars. They gave the room a sense of malice, and briefly the Courier wondered, not for the first time, what exactly they were here for. Perhaps to dissuade people from intruding? Only those who had been down here last knew for certain. He strode confidently into the center of the room, onto a large black and white tiled circle. Mustering all his courage and forcing his fear down his throat he managed to croak loudly, two archaic words; "Antorbok Santak." The chamber rumbled slightly, and a panel in the ceiling slid open to reveal what appeared to be a large, disc-shaped mirror. Only, it did not offer a reflection. It was more like a window- a window that someone on the other end could see out of, but no one could see into. After a short pause, a voice rumbled seemingly from everywhere. "Welcome back, Courier." The floor lurched and the small disc the Courier stood upon began to descend slowly like an elevator, down into the deepest recesses of the tunnels, where none but the bravest, or those lacking sanity, delved. The Courier was not sure which the recipient of his message was; insane or brave. Finally the elevator stopped, and he stepped off, walking forward into a soggy old tunnel barely lit by ancient torches that had sat there for who knows how long. Several were going out already. At last he came upon a large, regal looking pair of double doors that towered over him, and not hesitating, shoved them open. The sudden rush of light, blinding compared to the darkness of tunnels, caused the man to flinch briefly. He walked cautiously forward, and dropped swiftly to one knee. Before him, in this ancient chamber forgotten by many, was a large hovering Throne, upon which sat a man dressed in a suit of Helghast-looking armor, a massive, ancient horned helmet that looked positively daemonic upon his head, who emanated authority and malice. Surrounding him were many screens, each displaying different spots in the tunnels. "Rise." Growled the man. The Courier stood up, and nodded respectfully. "My Overlord." He said, "I have some intelligence that I was ordered to deliver to you immediately." "Is that so?" The Overlord inquired, his throne gently descending. "And what is this intelligence of which you speak?" "I have not opened it out of respect for you, my lord." The man said, words dripping with reverence, as he offered a yellow folder to the Overlord. "Excellent. You are truly the ideal subject." The Overlord sneered, taking the folder. At once, he flipped it open and read the contents. Beneath his helmet, his eyebrows raised and he frowned. Snapping the folder shut, he looked up at the Courier. "You have done well..." He muttered. "This does indeed interest me.. It interests me... a lot." He strode swiftly passed the Courier, embarking down the tunnel. "Return to your duties." The Overlord barked. "This matter requires my immediate attention." As he walked away, the Overlord grinned beneath his helm, baring his dagger-like teeth. "This should be fun."
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The Milkman	Aug 29 2010, 04:27 PM Post #4
I am The Milkman. Posts: 523 Group: B Rank Knight Member #11,336 Joined: August 21, 2010	Topside, bored out of his mind, an odd creature of mechanical nature, with all the fun bits of an Imp, clanked down a once-busy street. Where was he? Central. Probably. The grime looked like it. The robot often categorized the grime found in different parts of the city, though it all really looked the same. Sometimes he would mistake it for mold, but that wouldn't really bother him much at all, seeing how he can't be allergic to it. "Being a robot is awesome.", explains it in his words. The blood flowed past his feet, feeling warm. Fresh. He looked upstream from the flow to find someone laying in the middle of the road with someone crouched over it. The machine, feeling particularly bored, decided to give him a push with his mind, effectively knocking whatever's head into the ground. Dazed, the thing soon got up and looked around, as one often would, not bothering to look up at the lightpost above. The machine did it again, this time flipping it over on its back. Hm. Seemed flesh-like enough. The machine decided then to drop down on it, effectively crushing whatever he landed on. It gasped for air, but the machine stepped on it's neck. Bored once more, the machine walked away, looking for another victim. "Tsuk, tsuk." The machine said, sort of idly, clanking along on the hardened tarpits one calls streets, looking for something to move around. He found a tire, and that seemed to amuse him for a while, until he lost track of it. Seemed to be mondays were the slowest days for the machine, but he didn't really keep track of days much either. That was a lie. The clanking metal abomination decided he ought to find something to use to get around faster with. Thinking idly, scanning the layout in front of him, the machine looked about for something he could use. Bike missing a wheel. Car missing an engine. Whoops, now it's a wad. That was the machine's fault, mostly, as he decided he needed something to do. Crushing a car felt like something to do, so he did it. Redundant, non? A mile up the road, leaving a wake of destruction behind itself, the machine stumbled upon an ancient artifact of long ago. Literally. I mean, tripped and fell over it. The machine decided it will do, as it picked up the relic, got on it, and looked around for a key hole. Trouble with these relics, their need for keys. A motorcycle is a motorcycle, however, and the machine wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. The machine had a solution, of course, as machines often do. He stuck a knife in it and twisted. before long, it roared to life. Actually, the machine was surprised about that, but decided now would be a great time to ride off. ---------------------------------- Meanwhile, Numbers was chillin' out over by that warehouse, laying on the floor like a misplaced mannequin, in a pose not entirely unlike one you see displaying clothes. It seemed absolutely, positively inanimate, and wouldn't you know, it was. Numbers wasn't dumb, you know. Come on now. Edited by The Milkman, Aug 29 2010, 04:27 PM.
	My milk is fortified with what the world wants. What the world deserves.


Deleted User	Aug 29 2010, 05:13 PM Post #5
Deleted User	Aboveground... As was usual at about this time, a pair of men emerged from the darkened interior of the warehouse, slowly and quietly. They were armed, each toting an assault rifle of some sort, and they began to patrol the perimeter of the warehouse. "I hate this job." One muttered. "There's never anybody out here. Nobody is EVER out here. I doubt anybody even remembers this place EXISTS!" "Yeah, well, somebody's got to make sure nobody's discovered us." The other replied, shrugging. "It wouldn't do to have somebody just barge in on us." The two continued to make their rounds, oblivious to the mannequin that lay not very far away... --- Back Below... Devlinaerus stormed through the dark tunnels, careful to avoid any of the passages that would lead to an inhabited portion of Underworld. Despite the fact that he was the leader of this city of outcasts, he tried to avoid contact with his citizens as much as possible. He was a busy man, and tending to the peasants was not something he enjoyed. That's why he had soldiers acting as a police force, after all. He was on his way to the barracks, where he would choose a small but elite strike team to accompany him on a mission of utmost importance. He was going to raid one of the C.O.P.S. many installations. For his latest report of intelligence from the field detailed the arrival of a highly coveted and destructive SSI Device to one of the many buildings they had under surveillance. This utterly devastating weapon could be of IMMENSE use to Epsilon. "Muahaha..." Cackled Devlinaerus to himself. "An SSI, of all things. Truly, the Gods bless me this day. With that device, I could annihilate the entire Board in one fell swoop. The government would topple! It would be anarchy... Until I step in." He continued on his way, ignoring an angry snarl which seemed to come from within the walls. Finally, he arrived at the barracks. Entering, every soldier in the room immediately swung around to stare, then swiftly dropped to one knee and bowed their heads. "Hail the Overlord!" They all echoed as one. "Ah, that never gets old." Devlinaerus commented cheerfully. "At ease." The soldiers stood. "I have come here on matters of utmost importance." The Overlord began. "Our enemies, the COPS, have obtained an SSI Device." "With that kind of firepower, they could destroy us!" One soldier gasped. "SILENCE, WORM!" Devlinaerus wheeled to glare into the face of the soldier. "Speak when you are spoken to." "Y-yes, my liege." Stammered the man, "S-sorry, my liege." "Do not let it happen again." Spat the Overlord. "As I was saying, they have an SSI. What we are going to do is steal it right out from under their noses." He paused, examining the soldiers. Their faces were the very model of an eager attitude...eagerness to fight and die for their liege. "Here is the plan." Devlinaerus continued, pacing. "One team, the larger team, codenamed Team Alpha, will start a riot just outside the facility. This will draw out a significant number of COPS from the base. You must keep the COPS distracted at all costs, while I, leading the second, smaller team, Team Omega, break into the base and abscond with the device." The soldiers nodded. "Now, I realize some of you may die." The Overlord said, turning to stare at them. "But know this... IF YOU FAIL THIS MISSION, WHAT I WILL DO TO YOU IS INFINITELY WORSE THAN DEATH." Every last soldier seemed to flinch, almost in unison. "This mission is VITAL." Snarled Devlinaerus. "Failure is, by no means, an option. Are we clear?" "SIR, YES SIR!" The soldiers shouted as one, saluting. "Good. Be ready. We leave in 4 hours." The Overlord said. "Dismissed." The soldiers all hurriedly filed out of the room, off to gather their weapons and whatever else they would need. As Devlinaerus turned to leave, he remarked to himself; "Oh yes. This is going to be a LOT of fun." With that, he cackled madly, his insane laughter echoing menacingly through the tunnels...
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Virgil	Aug 29 2010, 06:03 PM Post #6
[蝙蝠の娘] Posts: 1,337 Group: 1337!! Member #9,663 Joined: January 16, 2009 Steam ID: laharlie Game Currently Playing: Borderlands 2	In Installation I666: "I see the SSI device has been re-secured under our control. Isn't that right?" said a scientist in the installation's laboratory. "Yes, the Commissioner himself went by himself with his most elite squadron to get the device personally." another replied. "So can you tell me anything that about the prototype?" curiosity plagued the scientist. "The SSI apparently as common knowledge is a Singularity-based device or a Anti-matter charge that an create a singularity field and basically in terms of sense, it is a bomb capable of create a miniature-black hole." "Anything besides the obvious factor of why this weapon is so dangerous?" he replied annoyed. "It's a prototype warhead, we know absolutely nothing about. Despite the device itself being developed before the Collapse which was three thousand years ago." The Commissioner stepped into the laboratory and overheard the conversation between the two scientists. "A device that was built before the Collapse you said, right?" he pondered at one of them. "Yes, the SSI is a three-thousand year old super weapon designed to eliminate antagonizing forces that opposed the user without completely devastating the landscape in nuclear radiation. Unfortunately, the old warfare that is nuclear warfare managed to best this 'clean' weapon and caused the Collapse in the first place. "Irony, a cruel mistress." the Commissioner replied. "I have deployed several of my elite operatives to help secure the site encase another idiot decides to steal the SSI under our noses. I will be returning to the headquarters within the hour. I want you two to discover whatever you can so we can mass produce this ancient weapon of mass destruction. Maybe, one day we can use this technology as our own standard-issued weapons." The Commissioner then strolled outside of the lab leaving his best guards within the laboratory with the door shutting behind him.
	"If I were to give a piece of advice to anyone, it's to always follow your passion... unless your passion is crappy, then consider aiming your passion a little higher." Stay tuned for Rebuild of Evangelion Month, scheduled for 2013! (or whenever Final/4.0 comes out)


The Milkman	Aug 29 2010, 08:13 PM Post #7
I am The Milkman. Posts: 523 Group: B Rank Knight Member #11,336 Joined: August 21, 2010	TOPSIDE $#!%, motorcycles are fun. So much so, that the machine riding this motorcycle decided that he should surf on it like the crazy imp he is. This worked well for a while, but the trouble is that, while he has great balance, he cannot account for the sudden stopping power that a wall brings to the table. The machine wanted to harness that power, moreso because now he had a huge headache. Now, when a robot gets a headache, that often times means that there's a fair amount of errors that are now swirling around in that metal dome. Maybe a loose wire or something. He shook his head and felt better, then looked at the wreckage. Okay, he went through a wall and was now sitting in a pile of rubble. He couldn't find his motorcycle for a bit, until he moved some of the bits of wall out of the way. Well okay, he found the knife he jammed into the ignition, which he put away. "Pity, I liked that motorcycle." He said in a sort of not-all-there tone. He looked around inside the building he was in, curiously looking for something to identify it as a place. Any ol' place would do, really. The machine wasn't interested too much in the various other details, right up until he read "INSTALLATION I666". Then he heard klaxon. Then footsteps that progressively got louder. The machine ran in the other direction, and found it to be most beneficial. Right until he accidentally ran through a door, coincidentally being the bathroom. Hm. Thinking fast, the robot looked upward, looking for a vent. Finding one, he tore it off and bent the edges a bit to look like he went up. Then he went into a stall to hide. ------------------------------------- Numbers decided to take note of where these guys were moving, waiting until they left to find a spot in the light, resuming the same pose as before, looking as inanimate as a mannequin possibly can. It's surprising how still a mannequin can be. Or not. Point is, he moved, and the move was apparent. Now, Numbers would play the waiting game.
	My milk is fortified with what the world wants. What the world deserves.


Poison Ivy (Dee)	Aug 30 2010, 12:08 PM Post #8
Just what I had in mind. Everything dead on earth, except us. Posts: 949 Group: C Rank Hero Member #10,625 Joined: December 26, 2009	�Look at them. Pathetic, minds like drones.� Somewhere in the city, a small shack-like dwelling lay, barely standing upon its points. As the heavens opened, a heavy wave of rain clattered against its roof with the sound of a hammer struck on cold metal. As those who were outside rushed to their homes and the streets emptied, the shack remained unfazed, its air contaminated by a spiralling smoke. And then there were five. A young woman turned to her back, her eyes wandering to each sound of the drops on the ceiling. She slowly raised her fingers, puffing from the tiny cigarette tucked in her lips, a serene look in her eyes. That was Dakota, a leader of men, whose piercing eyes could not be mistaken; that endless blue. She lay restlessly in her hammock, and on her mind seemingly always was the destruction of the oppressive government, the creatures that sapped the life out of the world. �Trust you to make comments like that, huh, DVD?� A shaky voice emerged from below. That was Lingo. Of course, everyone knew that his real name was Wallis, Wallis the nerd, the over-sensitive whiner with a brain of steel. They say he could fix a computer with a paper clip. The guy had this strange love of slang vocabulary which he would blurt out in the middle of his sentences, only to leave scratching heads. Perhaps it was his way of feeling �cool� after years of being laughed at for his formidable brain power. Dakota let her arm hang. �Don�t call me that.� She falsely snapped, a visible smirk tugging at her lips. �Yeesh, cool yourself. Why you gotta be so serious?� Lingo squinted his eyes, not detecting her sarcasm. �Serious? I�ll show you serious.� The air calmed again as a tall figure entered the room, his garments drenched from the outside and dripping plentifully. He moved over to a wooden desk in the corner, dropping his weapon and prompting the moisture to scatter across the room. Dakota, not totally paying attention to Lingo�s further mumblings, watched as the tall man tiredly walked over to his chair, lowering himself to sit down. She gave a goofy smile, almost as though she was holding back something when suddenly, a loud, distracting sound filled the room. There was silence. And then, unison laughter of the shack-dwellers erupted and boomed against the walls. The loudest of them was K.C, the giddy bald guy who had been loafing around on the sofa the whole time. He wheezed and wheezed, his massive hands clutching his stomach as he peered behind him to see the tall man jumping up from his chair with a visible blush across his cheeks. Dakota, having almost fallen off her hammock, bit her cigarette in half as she fell into an uncontrollable giggle. The standing man began to laugh too; a calm chuckle, which intensified when he lifted the covering of his chair. A whoopee cushion. It lay there so innocently, its picture of Tom of Jerry withering as though it had been used a hundred times. Fox immediately looked at Dakota. �All right, you got me, sis.� He laughed, evidently somewhat embarrassed. But he was suddenly charged with an energy that purged his mind of the horrors of the outside world. His calm, sage-like persona had been lifted for those moments, and he felt like a kid again. �That�s the second time this month!� Dakota grinned as she swung happily in her hammock. Lingo wiped a tear of his eye from under his glasses, �You should have seen your face, boss!� K.C sunk back into the sofa in his normal lazy state, his voice croaky from the laughter as the shack mellowed out again. �Hey, Sonny, get me a cola, will ya?� And then came the fifth, but this little one had been listening to the shenanigans from inside his room. His little feet carried him to the view of his only family, his expression clearly frustrated about something as he stroked his spiky hair. Small Sonny was a smart kid, who lived in a world of idiots. He and Dakota�s minds were alike: astute, rebellious, and politically aware since a young age. And to him she was his closest friend. �What is he, Kid Butler?� Dakota asked as she leapt down from her hammock. She reached into her pouch and jokingly tossed a can at K.C�s head, proceeding toward the desk and pulling open a drawer. Inside was her favourite, the Desert Eagle, which she fiddled with as she walked toward the entrance, her eyes gleaming from the light of the outside. �C�mon, junior, I�m taking you out.� She paused in the doorway. �As soon as this damn rain decides to stop.� ---



Deleted User	Aug 30 2010, 02:17 PM Post #9
Deleted User	Not long after... A single rifle shot pierced the night with a loud crack. A group of men, numbering perhaps around 30(Or... Somewhere relatively close to however many people it would take to keep the COPS busy for more than three seconds :P) were charging down the streets, armored, armed, and ready to shoot some people. "DOWN WITH THE BOARD! DOWN WITH THE COPS!" They roared as they charged towards Installation I666. As was quite obvious, they clearly were planning on assaulting the base. And as the COPS rushed out to meet the advance, it seemed they failed to notice as three men broke open a back door, and headed inside, as a fourth man descended from the darkened rooftops on leathery wings, landing and entering the base. --- He'd done it. He was in. Devlinaerus silently looked around, briefly glancing at his team. A 'Jack-of-All-Trades' type soldier, an Assassin, and a Heavy Weapons Guy. No, the Heavy wasn't Russian. He was, however, toting a Minigun of some sort. "Excellent." Devlinaerus hissed, licking his lips as he nodded toward the Assassin, "You, scout ahead. We will follow." "At once, milord." The Assassin said in hushed tones. He turned and dashed down the halls as silent as a ghost, sticking to the shadows... After waiting a few moments to give the assassin a head start, Devlinaerus waved the other two onward, and together the three began to follow... --- Back at the Warehouse... "The hell is this?" Asked the first soldier, lightly kicking a Mannequin he'd noticed. "Looks like a mannequin." Replied his partner. "Well, duh." The first snorted, "But I don't recall it being here before, do you?" "Now that you mention it... No..."
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Virgil	Aug 30 2010, 07:48 PM Post #10
[蝙蝠の娘] Posts: 1,337 Group: 1337!! Member #9,663 Joined: January 16, 2009 Steam ID: laharlie Game Currently Playing: Borderlands 2	Installation I666: Time Frame: 1200 Hours, Afternoon; 5 minutes prior to Epsilon's planned Riot Date: August 30th, 5012 ---- The Cafeteria was packed with scientists whom we're all on break and practically starving, the C.O.P.S. stood watch as they we're permanently attached into their suits and they themselves received most of their protein from the automated systems inside the suit. However it didn't stop them from drinking an occasional coffee or two. "So, apparently. We stuck here watching a bunch of eggheads eat and drink like the rest of those fat pigs outside of this facility." said one of them as he drank a cup of coffee into a slip in the mouthpiece. "Commissioner's orders, we have to watch this facility. Fortunately, I666 is a secret facility absolutely no-one knows of it's existence despite the obvious." "Well. Why do we need to be assigned to a top secret facility that needs protecting when no one knows about it?" he asked in response. "Ever heard of a place called Area 51?" "Yeah, you mean the top secret American facility before the Collapse." "Well, this kinda works like that in some ways, they don't know what's going on in here but we have to protect this place just encase something happens in here." He began to drink his coffee again before replying "How can something happen here if no one knows about here?" "You prevent it from happening by making sure no one knows about here." "But how can someone know about here if they do not know about here to begin with, what is there to guard if no one knows about here?" he questioned "You're not listening, you have to-" *"This is Overwatch, we have a riot going on outside of the building. We need a platoon to take care of it, Over."* "Understood, Overwatch. O12 out." the superior responded to the imminent alert before turning to the other and saying "Mobilize three platoons." the other holding the coffee turned and replied "Understood, but. Why three?" "Well, apparently. This is a top-secret facility, and no one should know about it unless they had previous information or informal first hand by a staff member or the fact someone has hacked into the database and found out about the SSI. I want you to moblize the first platoon at the riot. I will lead the second and third platoons to do a patrol and guard the SSI." "Alright." he responded before dumping his coffee in a trash bin. "Also, O12. What kinda name for a planet is 'Soup' anyway?" he asked "Dunno, probably because it looks like a giant soup or something. Now get a move on O5." Edited by Virgil, Aug 30 2010, 07:51 PM.
	"If I were to give a piece of advice to anyone, it's to always follow your passion... unless your passion is crappy, then consider aiming your passion a little higher." Stay tuned for Rebuild of Evangelion Month, scheduled for 2013! (or whenever Final/4.0 comes out)


The Milkman	Aug 30 2010, 09:24 PM Post #11
I am The Milkman. Posts: 523 Group: B Rank Knight Member #11,336 Joined: August 21, 2010	The Machine waited in the stalls for a few more minutes before exiting. Could it be that the hole in the wall that he made didn't get anyone's attention? The machine poked his head out of the stall, imp tail swishing back and forth. Nothing? Really? Well shit. He soon walked out of the bathroom as though he didn't just break down the doors. Nope, he just casually walked along, looking around. "Tsuk, Tsuk." The Machine said idly, noting how there was like, nobody here. Or it felt like nobody. The machine decided to do a bit of wandering, now. Feet idly clanked against the floor as he walked down the dark corridors of the instillation. Well, it felt dark. Truth be told, it was pretty well-lit for the most part, but the whole place just felt like it was pitch-black nothingness. Then the machine opened his eyes. After hitting a wall. Rubbing his nose, the robot looked in one direction, then the other, as if he was thinking someone was watching him. Someone probably was. Someone usually is. Looking up, he saw a sign that said "SSI" and had an arrow pointing in it's direction. The machine idly looked at the sign for a bit before shrugging. "Huh. Wonder what this is." He said to himself as he walked casually in it's direction. The machine decided to pass the time by whistling a little tune about life. It didn't matter who's life, or what the song was about, really, as the machine had only picked up the part about the chorus. So it whistled a continuous loop of a song about life. ---------------------------- Meanwhile, Numbers stayed disconcertingly still, acting like the inanimate object that he knew he was. He listened intently to their words, especially the tone of their voices. That was when he decided to send in a dog. Your average mutt, just sort of trotting along like there wasn't anything wrong with it. Like it wasn't dead. Like numbers didn't gouge out it's eyes to make a necklace. Like it wasn't missing various vital organs. It sat in front of the guards and panted, just slightly out of the light, only it's muzzle was visible. Numbers waited, silent. Motionless. Edited by The Milkman, Aug 31 2010, 04:58 AM.
	My milk is fortified with what the world wants. What the world deserves.


Phoenix-Saturn	Sep 1 2010, 09:38 AM Post #12
i just wwant to be beautiful for this one month Posts: 7,528 Group: A Rank Legend Member #10,191 Joined: July 27, 2009	Gunfire sounded in the distance, and Jax turned. She still wasn't quite used to the constant white noise the City created, she hadn't heard it for months... Not to mention everything sounded much louder, clearer... Fortunately, Venia could tune most of it out, and did. Anything unimportant. Vehicles, chatter... But not gunfire. Apparently Venia considered that important. Gunfire at approximately 218.631 metres. C.O.P.S base detected. Evasion suggested. Someone attacking the base? Jax asked. Likelihood 83%. Chances of success of attackers are undetermined. More information required. More info? I'll get it. Having a mental connection to your computer was an advantage. People didn't stare at you like you were crazy. Jax didn't need to look crazy. It would be inconvenient. Not that what she was about to do wasn't crazy. She casually walked towards the base, ignoring the people fleeing from the fight. She wasn't sure how close Venia needed to be to scan the place though, especially a C.O.P.S base... Approximately 30 rebel fighters in full fight. Smaller group, possibly stealth, in different building wing. Unidentified cybernetic detected as well. "Any other lifeforms?" Jax asked, out loud this time. C.O.P.S, in large numbers. Deeper probe required for certain numbers. "St." Not that she hadn't expected C.O.P.S, but Jax had hoped Venia would be able to pinpoint their numbers. She almost clenched her fists, before remembering that would hurt. Badly. Stress Level 3 in face of risk.** Suddenly, a cool feeling spread throughout her body. Jax sighed. She knew Venia could trigger her nerves. Sometimes having a machine controlling you wasn't so bad... She was certainly calmer and more clear-headed now. Jax didn't want to have to fight squadrons of C.O.P.S directly. Locate the stealth team. Processing... Stealth team located near West Wing. Entrance nearby. A sudden image flashed in Jax's mind of the door and its surroundings. Jax suppressed a smile. Another good thing about the mental link. A little disorienting, but so convenient. Thanks, Venia. Thanks not required. My function is to assist Jacqueline Stewart. Jax Stewart. With that, Jax began searching for the door, while trying not to be noticed. It wasn't hard. There was so much fighting and carnage that no one noticed the slim girl walk towards a door and calmly enter. She had expected it to be locked, but it wasn't. Either the C.O.P.S were stupid or someone had already broken in. Either was fine with Jax. She noticed the small group quite quickly. Or, as quickly as you could when they had a head start and you were trying to be quiet/unnoticed. About 5 minutes. They all seemed to be proceeding towards a precise area, profiting from the lack of C.O.P.S in the area. But Jax noticed one of them had a very nasty gun. That would need to be avoided. Venia, prepare for possible gunfire. You may have to take over. There was no response from the computer, but Venia had never let Jax down before. It/She had gotten Jax out of many a mess. And Venia knew Jax�s new capabilities better than Jax herself. Jax peered down the hallway the group was walking down. If she followed them, there was nowhere to hide. She had to decide� They won�t notice. She decided. Flawed decision. Chance of detection 58%. Oh shut up. A disadvantage was that Venia disputed almost every decision she made. Ah well. Jax noticed a doorway. She ran for it and hid there, then looked out from behind it. There were three of them, a massive guy with the gun, some kind of soldier looking guy, and� Well, he had wings. And he seemed to be the leader. Could he be� These guys could be Epsilon. Edited by Phoenix-Saturn, Sep 1 2010, 09:38 AM.
	i'm actually really sorry bout this unfashionably late as alwways I... Am... THE WEREHOG SUPPORTER! MUHAHAHAHA! Howl


Deleted User	Sep 1 2010, 03:51 PM Post #13
Deleted User	Devlinaerus paused as he thought he heard footsteps. "Hold." He grunted, raising a hand. Instantly, his other two men stopped. He pressed a finger to the side of his helmet, opening the built-in com channel. "Assassin Ignatio." He muttered into his helmet, "Any sign of the enemy?" "Negative, my lord." Came the whispered response. "I have encountered nothing but Scientists thus far. I have eliminated them silently." "Excellent." Devlinaerus said. "Continue with your work." "I live to serve." Click. "Shall we continue, milord?" Asked the JOAT, Richard. Devlinaerus briefly looked over his shoulder towards a door, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. He could have sworn he'd heard something... But that could wait. "Indeed. Continue our advance. We must make haste, time is of the essence. Our other men won't manage to keep the COPS occupied for long." --- "A dog?" The first soldier asked in confusion. "But there's no dogs here... Hell, I don't think there's ANYTHING around here but us." "Something's fishy..." The other muttered. "Hm. C'mere, pooch."
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Phoenix-Saturn	Sep 1 2010, 04:13 PM Post #14
i just wwant to be beautiful for this one month Posts: 7,528 Group: A Rank Legend Member #10,191 Joined: July 27, 2009	The guy turned his head. Jax froze behind her door. Stress Level 2. Acceptable. Level 2� Well, that was going to change quickly if she had really been spotted. She waited� The group seemed to continue on their way. Jax relaxed, and peered out the doorway to look at them again. The guy with the wings was definitely in charge. She had heard him speaking, albeit muffled (Venia hadn�t picked up that the discussion was important, it seems) �Venia, remove muffling function.� Jax had momentarily forgotten about the mental link, and had spoken quietly rather than thinking the request. Processing� A second later, everything was clear. Jax looked down the hall again. They were leaving. If she wanted to know what they were doing� She searched for another doorway. There was one, but it would bring her a tad close� Venia, your opinion on reaching the door? Calculating� Chances of discovery 86.43%. �I�ll take that 21.67%.� Jax walked out, staying low and silent� May I make an inquiry? Umm� This was odd. Venia hadn�t ever asked a question. Shoot. No ranged weapon on person. Jax sighed. I meant ask. Why do you ignore my advice and risk your life? Jax almost paused� Instead, she bolted the rest of the way and hid behind the next doorway. Her hair swished behind her. She made a note to consider getting it cut. Because I need to live. Answer not understood. Detail, please?
	i'm actually really sorry bout this unfashionably late as alwways I... Am... THE WEREHOG SUPPORTER! MUHAHAHAHA! Howl


The Milkman	Sep 1 2010, 04:21 PM Post #15
I am The Milkman. Posts: 523 Group: B Rank Knight Member #11,336 Joined: August 21, 2010	That's the thing with walking. It gets you where you need to go, but it gets you there begrudgingly. The machine knew this as he trudged along, missing that motorcycle that he crashed in through the wall. His headache started up again, but after a solid shake of his head, he felt somewhat okay again. Clank, clank, clank. Walking sure is boring. He wondered if there was a cart, or something on wheels that could get him there faster. He decided one of those metal cart things would suffice after spotting one near a group of scientists, only putting a metal finger to his lips, grinning like a madman. Soon enough, he would be well on his way... and considerably less bored. ------------------------- The dog barked, then stepped into the light. It would be about that time that Numbers made his move, as a sickening crunching sound was heard behind him. That'd be his hand, which was now freed from it's plastic shell (for a while), a sort of odd, fleshy-clawed thing that he used in an attempt to get one of the goons through the ear. If that worked, he would open his hand inside the goon's head and rip it out through his ear. If not, two guns firing at him won't be any fun. The dog sat there and "watched". Edited by The Milkman, Sep 1 2010, 04:23 PM.
	My milk is fortified with what the world wants. What the world deserves.


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