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| Rockfall | Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:03 am Post #1 |
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Explsoive stick
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There's an advertisement on top of a ten story building. It's neon lights fall on the street, painting a child's face in orange. He isn't more than 9. He runs down the street, being chased by a girl of about the same age. They're just playing catch. This is a sector in level 4. It's suitable for such things. People can live here their whole lives, not knowing that there's a rat-hole of a place a few sectors due east, where broken individuals try to get high by drinking from blood packs filled with wasteland junky blood and traded by the same junky for some more of whatever new age dope he needs. And that crap is usually produced in the backrooms of that same shithole. With that thought in mind, a man's eyes trail of from following the children and focus on some point in the distance as he stares through a flat's window. He isn't looking at anything in particular. A pitch black, two-sided visor splits and he rubs his eyes. His fingers move up his forehead, through his blond hair and down his scalp, and the visor shuts. He scratches the back of his head and smirks. -Thanks for letting me crash here, C. - He speaks to a browny man on a couch behind him. That man grunts as he pushes himself from laying down to sitting, and rubs his eyes as well. -Please, tell me it wasn't some wasteland crap we drank last night. Ash laughs. -Okay, I won't. -So it was wasteland crap. And you're our designated medic. Not reassuring. -I'll just use that as a sanitizer next time. Caleb decided to change the subject. -So, how's the view? Ash's merry expression changed to that empty gaze again. -Not sure if that's what we fought for? - Caleb made his usual well-advised guess. -Yeah, sometimes. - Ash answered and shaked his head. - Okay, lets avoid brooding. What's the time? Caleb simply pointed at a generic-looking clock on the wall on his right. Ash looked at it and his eyes widened. -Shit! - He opened the window, jumped out and, as often that it is, commanded the wind to carry him wherever he needed. - Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! He was fast. For the last fifty years someone's voice had been screaming inside of his head to keep learning to carry himself faster and faster. If I had been faster then... A thought started, but he pushed it away with Stop this broody bullshit. Ash was late. He didn't shave, the smell of a hangover was still around him, black sacks under his eyes and he looked like a mess in general. There was a few fireteams moving out to the wasteland for a usual recon mission. In 15 MINUTES. Three levels above. He knew he'll get shit from Trish for using his powers to this extent inside the limits of the compound, but again, he would not be slow, so fuck the law. He got there just in time, flashing his badge through checkpoints and barely avoided getting .50 cal security turrets unload on his ass. As he skidded into the hangar, a strong gust of wind smacked the few officers and all the four three-people fireteams in the face. A half-breed of an earth demon's and dark divine vamp's descent was one of the officers. They were to see the teams off and, hopefully, welcome them back. -'Bout bloody time, Ash. - He spoke, straightening his aim-assist visor. -Sorry, Serge. - Ash answered and took a look at the teams. They were wearing civilian attire and looked green as green can get. - Is this a joke? He sighed. -Okaaaay. Who am I escorting? Edited by Rockfall, Fri Aug 3, 2012 4:05 pm.
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| Saine. | Wed Aug 1, 2012 1:34 am Post #2 |
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Insane Demon.
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Violet and Vivid stood glaring at each other. They had just finished an argument before Ash arrived. Vivid never considered how easily he could get on Violets nerves with his laziness. Vivid actually never considered anything, except for when he would have his next smoke. Violet was ready to find the closest object to her, and teach his ass consideration. But on Ash's arrival, Vivid escaped her wrath once again. The two of them stood with their full attention focused on the officers. |
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| Rockfall | Fri Aug 3, 2012 12:58 am Post #3 |
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Explsoive stick
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- Tho-... - Serge started, but was interrupted by a radio transmission from his earpiece. - Roger. Over. He turned to the third member of Violet's and Vivid's team. -Hightower, you're being reassigned. Report to "Shield" outpost 16 on level 4, quadrant 5. -Yes, sir. - A tall, bald and highly muscular earth demon answered and removed himself from the formation. His steps still bounced off the bunker's metal walls when Serge finished checking some papers and turned to Ash again. He cursed quietly before speaking. -That was one of those you were to escort. Those two are what's left. - He said, pointing to Violet and Vivid. Ash didn't even take a glance at them and leaned towards Serge as he spoke in a half-whisper. -Did you brief them? -Not yet. After that's done, your company will be a huge reassurance. -Yeah. I bet the look and smell of me on a hangover is awe inspiring. Serge smirked. -You know how quick shit can go down where you're going. -Just do your fucking job. -Whoa! What's with the chip on your shoulder? This was an optional assignment for you. -I was briefed by Trish. We both know her description of "optional" means she just might NOT crack someone's ribs. Serge smirked, but didn't answer. They all knew that. Trish might not look and sound like a leader. She might not be subtle when it comes to politics, but she's one of the founders of this place and sits in the High Council. Sorry, the SECRET High Council. It's made up of a few select members, Ash and Caleb among them, and no one really knows it exists. And even if some might dispute Trish's role in this and the overall clan's society, she's damn effective at getting things done. Serge took a few steps towards the fire teams and spoke. -Okay, daisies, here's the situation: you're to spread out through the wasteland. Alpha one, you're objective is recon of the South-eastern to South-western perimeters. Field of operation is 300 klicks. Report any new activity immediately. Dismissed. The team was made up of a wind demon, a fire demon and a dark divine vamp. Their inherent abilities would allow for such an op to be conducted quickly. In a few seconds they had already left the facility. -Alpha two, you're to recon Smoulder Boulder in the West. It's a small junk town and minor trade point for us. We've lost contact with them a few days ago. Reestablish it. Report findings on arrival if possible. Search and rescue is permitted if circumstances are met. Dismissed. This team also included a dark divine, but was accompanied by a vamp of both divine bloodlines and an earth demon. They were quick to depart as well. -Alpha three, your mission is search and destroy. There's a raider camp due around 150 klicks East. A single .50 cal machine gun and a bunch of small military grade firearms. No vehicles, but they're bloodthirsty, and I quote: A pain in the ass to kill. Might be chems. Dismissed. This team was made up of heavy hitters. An earth demon, a fire demon, and what seemed to be a mix of a wolf and a reptile demon. All of them quick as well. Serge finally turned to Violet and Vivid. -Alpha four... - He sighed. - Shit. This is your escort. You might have heard of him. Quite the legend. - He gestured at Ash. - I'm not privy to your mission. He'll brief you. He turned around and walked back. As he passed Ash, he pushed out a Sorry. in a whisper. Ash's face was stone cold for a sec. An unusual image, but well-fitting in this context. His eyes, invisible behind the black sunglasses-like visor, weren't even registering his two companions for a few seconds. When they did, he immediately pushed out a fake smirk. Looking at them, Vivid was taller than Ash by a good 10cm. Above his high cheekbones were eyes reeking of laziness. Violet, on the other hand, was smaller than both of them and reminded him of someone by the look in her eyes. Both showed some muscular development, so Ash hoped they could take a few punches. He didn't know the stage of their training. He didn't know anything about them at all, actually. This lack of info gave him a bad feeling. What if someone dropped the ball on the intel? If shit hits the fan there... He started a thought, but shook it off. Well, at least Violet seemed attractive and more serious than that other dude. Good thing Ash wasn't bound by military code of conduct and fraternization wasn't a problem. He approached them with a welcoming smile, though the fact of the upcoming mission was turning his thoughts into a chaotic mess of calculations and stupid jokes. -Ash Jacobs. - He introduce himself, making a quick saluting gesture. - I'm your commanding officer for this op. A stick up your asses need not apply if you can do your job. So, can you? Edited by Rockfall, Fri Aug 3, 2012 4:10 pm.
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