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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 3, 2007 0:18:56 GMT
"I never been through the catacombs." I confess as we hear the Zannonites banging the door on the other side.
I couple of crates fell in with us. Luckily, I find a box of gasoline when I pry them both open and tear off my right sleeve to tie it around a stick I found off the ground. Obviously, I drench the fabric and use Jack's lighter and presto! A makeshift torch.
"Okay," I sigh while peering down the middle tunnel. "Let's try down this way."
We carefully find our footing as the path down becomes increasingly steep.
"Y'know," I say while starting to shivering from the cold air, "The guys used to tell stories of cave creatures. Monsters twice the size of a man, and equally ferocious."
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 3, 2007 0:22:11 GMT
"Yeah, we had those back home, the in-laws."
I check my ammo, a few spears left, one explosive spear, and plenty of poison darts.
"Seriously though, if there were monsters, wouldn't your people have noticed when you set up a town on top of their caves?"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 3, 2007 0:40:22 GMT
"I dunno, man." I hesitantly reply, our breath showing in the cold air. "I've seen some strange shit these past few years. Mutants, freaks of nature, demonic entities, paranormal creatures, in-laws, whatever ya wanna call em. They're out there, Jack. I've seen em."
We hear what sounds like bats further down the tunnel.
"Like a couple years back, while I was transporting supplies with my team off the south coast. It was me, Chunk, and Dré. It was the middle of the night, right? And like, all we had was this lamp at the head of our dinghy. It was a real foggy night, I mean like 'can't see 10 feet ahead of you' kinda shit, right. And all of the sudden, this mother-f*ckin'...snake-like thing just shoots outta the water and grabs Chunk and--"
I scream in terror as a harmless milk snake drops from the ceiling and lands on my shoulder, totally taking me by surprise.
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 3, 2007 0:47:20 GMT
The snake is thrown off towards me, I dive out of the way as it slithers down the way we came.
"Woah, what the hell?"
I try to remember some stupid poem we were taught as kids for this kind of snake.
"Red, black, yellow....lucky...something. I think we're good."
I skewer it on the en of my speargun and holdit up to the light.
"Lunch?"
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Post by grigori on Mar 3, 2007 0:49:48 GMT
OOC: Ok Cleon. Btw, anybody ever read the Endworld series? It's kind of pulp, but this is tunring out a lot like it.
Bailey had been drifing for about a day now. It was mostly desert, but thanks to Jack he had several days worth of rations and fuel in the back. Bailey was coming up to a mountain range now, although he still had no idea where he was. He was coming around the side of a tall mesa when he started hearing the fighting.
"What the Christ...?" He parked the pickup along the mesa wall, which led to a gap between it and another mountain. Bailey grabbed his rifle, which was still fully loaded, and got out. He peered through the gap and saw a valley, with large settlement, similiar in size to the one he had just fled to, at it's center. It was in utter chaos, with the fighting gravitating around one particular warehouse.
"Shit, what did I just walk in on?" Bailey climbed down into the shadow of the mesa, and crept down to what he perceived to be a safe distance, where he observed from a rock. A large tank, which he had thought were all destroyed in the nuke war, rolled out of another warehouse as a group of soliers broke in to the one he was watching. "This should be interesting..."
OOC: Shit! You slip a page in ther on me, or somethin?
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 3, 2007 1:00:38 GMT
OOC: Really? What's it about, Gig?
"Anything sounds good right about now." I answer. My stomach 'has' been grumbling since the ride back to Zannon, and dinner was all I could think about.
"So where are you from anyway?" I ask Jack as we roast the snake over a pile of dry brush we lit with the torch. "Your accent says---British?"
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 3, 2007 1:07:20 GMT
"England, yeah, nice place. I moved out here during the war. My family knew a lot of influencial people, and they bought themselves a place in the vaults."
I take a look back down the tunnel. Nothing.
"We were halfway over the atlantic when the bombs dropped. The EMPs stopped the boat dead in the water. A few weeks later, some of the crew were caught hording food......what the hell is that smell?"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 3, 2007 1:16:31 GMT
OOC: Hey gig, if you're bored, you could, I dunno--come across a mysterious cave entrance. >.>
"What?" I ask. An overpowering smell drfits from the end of the tunnel. "What the hell?"
Something...squishy begins coming from further up the tunnel where we came. Its slowly approaching, but its sounds big.
"I think--I think we'd better bounce, dawg."
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Post by grigori on Mar 3, 2007 1:16:39 GMT
OOC: It's about the post-nuclear apocalypse. Particularly Khallos's last post about potential factories sounds reminiscent of the series.
Bailey was about to go back to the truck when he saw the soldiers exit the warehouse, and they looked pissed. It seemed whatever they had gone in there to get had aluded them. He spotted one of them, a tall, skinny bastard, talking to his friend while kicking a rut in the dirt, seemingly out of frustration. Skinny looked around the canyon, seemingly to make a point to his friend, when his gaze landed, upon all places, Bailey's position.
"Ohhhh damn..."
Skinny shouted something to his friend and pointed, resulting in a steadily growing amount of eyes looking at Bailey. They raised their weapons and started to advance.
"Shit shit shit shit!" Bailey cursed as he backed up and began to go for the truck. Suddenly, his foot gave a lurch, and with a loud crack!, he descended into blackness. He opened his eyes only long enough to see light showing through several broken boards, then passed out.
Two minutes later, the pseudo-soldiers reached what had been Bailey's position, only to find a hole leading to some long-forgotten shaft. One of them lit a flare, and pitched it down into the dark cavern. It landed with a thud, revealing ony a blank, damp floor. Bailey was gone.
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 3, 2007 1:29:50 GMT
We hear a crash from further down the tunnel.
"and it just might have a buddy."
Between a rock and two probably hungry hard places.
"I say we keep going, maybe they'll get in a fight if they meet up."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 3, 2007 1:38:26 GMT
"Good idea." I agree as we dash further into a random network of tunnels. "What the hell were those things anyway?" I inquire while we continue running.
OOC: Gig, is that the cavern me and Scorp are in?
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Post by grigori on Mar 3, 2007 1:59:31 GMT
OOC: Yeah, I figured I'd drop in for a visit.
IC: Bailey woke up. It was all dark around him, and the air was so humid he almost couldn't breathe. He could tell he was lying on the floor, but when he tried to get up he found the was some sort of binding across his chest, disabling his movement. His eyes began to focus and adjust to the light, realizing he was in a cavern. He looked around.
Something was moving in the corner. Something big.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 3, 2007 2:34:27 GMT
"C'mon, this way!" I yell to Jack while darting into another tunnel on the side.
Too late I realize he didn't catch which of the tunnels I entered, and before I could go back to get him, I trip on a rock- or something - and painfully roll down a steep incline. The last thing I see before blacking out is the torch extinguishing as it lands in a puddle of mud.
"Aagh," I groan while coming to.
I feel the blood dripping down my face and the bruises all over my body as I slowly but agonizingly sit up and look around to see darkness all around me, with a few beams of moonlight shining through cracks in the cave ceiling.
"Aagh," I moan quietly while limping around a bit, struggling to breath from the humid air. "Jack? Jack, can you hear me?"
I hear another voice calling to me somewhere to my left.
"The hell?" I ponder as I come across a man restrained on the floor. "Who are you?" I ask as I painfully squat down to cut the guy loose with my knife.
I fail to notice the movement in the corner.
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Post by grigori on Mar 3, 2007 3:55:12 GMT
Bailey watched as another shape got up to his right. It was much smaller, and as it started to move, whatever had been before stopped abruptly.
"Don't move..." Bailey whispered through gritted teeth, but the shape continued in his direction. He could make out it was a person, just not whom. Whoever it was knelt down and began cutting the rope- or whatever it was- with a knife.
"Who are you?" the guy asked.
"Quiet! Don't move!" Bailey whispered frantically, but in vain. Whatever it was he had seen before, it was moving again... in their direction.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 3, 2007 5:26:37 GMT
"Huh?" I ask while freezing still.
Something is slowly moving towards the two of us, squishing and plopping as it draws near.
"Oh---Shhhhhshit."
Though the whole body cannot be seen, the small patches of slimy- flesh -illuminated by the beams of moonlight sends a chill down my spine.
Forgetting about my excruciating pain, I quickly jump to my feet and draw my Kampilan in a defensive stance to protect myself and the restrained man.
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 3, 2007 12:45:37 GMT
"Crap, crap, crap running."
I find a path going lower into the cavern, maybe to the exterior of this hell hole. Only the faint flicker of my lighter aiding my travels.
"Y'ami! You get killed and I'm gonna kick your ass!"
I hear voices coming from another tunnel. Might as well roll with it.
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Post by Khallos on Mar 3, 2007 13:19:31 GMT
Khallos' men would have made short work of the "defenders."
Their rifles were... odd, to say the least. For one, they didn't so much fire bullets ans a sort of.. well, dart, really. Anyone hit by it would be snoring face down in the dust within a few minutes, so all the M.C.o.L.M. boys had to do was hit their marks and wait.
It didn't help that the defenders bullets were doing squat. Some Khallos' lads (including himself) were wearing what looked for all the world like modified suits of medieval Armour, and then bullets were just pinging off. How can you fight something like that?
OOC: Thats what i meant by twink >< i hope thats ok
IC: With the locals "pacified", now the REAL work could begin, the whole reason they were here - tenders from the Meatwagon, armed with shocksticks and clubs, would be going round "tagging" the unconscious defenders, rummaging through their pockets and removing EVERYTHING but the clothes on their back (and in the case of some people, not even that was spared) Before slapping harsh looking collars on their sleeping forms, dragging them back to the truck.
The interior of the truck would be hellish: the great door would lower to reveal the entire length of the truck, bar the cabin and a small living area, was row upon row of small, cramped cages, which the poor unfortunates would be slung into, the attendants noting down their physical attributes - "Hair colour, eyecolour, gender.. species?!" on little clipboards next to the cages.
In the meantime, however while Khallos and 2 others armed with rifles were congratulating themselves on a job well done.. one of them caught sight of another figure, running into a warehouse and (apparently) falling down a hole. "...Hey.. GET HIM!"
The trio rushed off after them, Reaching the hole and peering down it. Hmm... was another slave really worth descending down into the god-knows-what?
OOC: Odd.. hehe, seems the filter changes the forbidden word that rhymes with fecks to Purple xD
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 3, 2007 23:42:13 GMT
ooc: That's not too bad Khallos, if your were doing all this solo it would be 'twinking'
ic: The tunnel leads into a large cavern. A large gap in the roof is letting in light and some of the troops are already rappelling into the caves. If I can take one or two out, I might just rustle up some extra weapons.
I hide behind a rock and ready a poison dart.
"Come on over."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 3, 2007 23:52:20 GMT
OOC: "Twink" still makes me laugh. XD OOC2: Just got back from ROP class today, turns out its like an ROTC class, y'know really physical. I can already tell I'm gonna be at least a squad leader, plus there's some fine girls up in there and the new friend I made's gonna introduce me to a girl she knows ;D
IC:
"What the f*ck is this thing?!" I exclaim as the amorphous blob creeps nearer.
We then hear some commotion and human voices echoing throughout the caves. At a shocking rate of speed, the monster suddenly retreats into a dark burrow with some sort of frightened, high-pitched inhuman yelp.
"That scared me shitless, man." I exhale deeply to the restrained man as I cut him loose of the slimy goo with a side-swipe of my Kampilan.
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 4, 2007 0:17:50 GMT
ooc: sorry, what's ROP again?
ic: A gas masked soldier passes my hiding place, carrying two revolvers.
Who the hell carries two revolvers? How does he expect to reload quickly?
Taking it as it goes, I grab him and jam the dart into the back of his neck, he gurgles and foams at the mouth before dropping, his noises covered by his mask. I take his guns.
One for me, one for Y'ami.
I also relieve him of his radio, his ammo belt, and a switchblade before ducking down another tunnel.
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Post by grigori on Mar 4, 2007 0:43:59 GMT
OOC: Good on ya, man.
Bailey shook off the strange, fiber-like restraints and got up.
"Thanks man, I owe ya one. We better get outta here before whatever the hell that was comes back. I dunno just what it planned to do with me tied up, but I doubt it's anything good." Bailey looked around the pitch-dark cavern. "Speaking of which, what way would be 'out'?"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 4, 2007 2:00:39 GMT
OOC: Regional Occupation Program. Its for extra credit.
"I was about to ask you the same thing, man." I confess. I then remember something useful in my pockets and fumble through them.
"Oh, forgot I had this." I say stupidly as I activate the 6" glow stick I had been keeping in my inner jacket pocket. "We gotta find my partner Jack. He somewhere in these tunnels, we got separated awhile back."
I groan lightly as I limp with the man towards a dimly lit tunnel leading upwards.
"By the way, the name's Y'ami."
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 4, 2007 2:08:44 GMT
Left, Right, Left. These tunnels aren't the easiest to navigate. I end up back where I started.
"Goddammit!"
The yelling reverberates around the cave and down the tunnels.
"Uh oh."
Three Zannonites rush into the cave firing semi auto rifles, I duck back into my tunnel trying to get a shot off.
Click-click. Apparently, he didn't keep his guns loaded either. I fumble some ammo out of the belt and try to load.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 4, 2007 19:18:36 GMT
"Bailey."
Suddenly, voices are heard rushing down the tunnel towards us. We both dart into a crevice in the wall and peak out as they near.
"De in cana?" One of the two calls.
"Shh, Zannonites." I whisper to Bailey while pushing him back with my left hand to hug the wall as they continue calling out.
"What're they saying? Do you know?" "They're looking for someone." I explain while peaking out once again. "Damnit, they're getting closer. Get your weapon ready."
The pair of gun-toting Zannonites eek closer to our hiding spot. We see the beams from their flashlights growing bigger from around the corner as they near. "Hoy! Tosac, de in cana?!" one of them continues. "Ay, lyntick...HOY! De in CAN---
He gurgles as a giant tenticle suddenly shoots from a hole in the cave wall and quickly pulls him into the tiny opening, forcing the body through with a sickening squish, splattering blood all over the walls.
"Aaaagh!!!" The second Zannonite screams in horror. He flees down the hall towards us, but halfway down, a -- spider-looking creature -- pops out of a trapdoor-like hole in the ground and immediately pulls him in below. His screams are cut off as the opening closes.
"Oh my god." I say with terror in my voice. "We'd...we'd better watch our step." I try to joke.
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 4, 2007 19:51:47 GMT
I load the first revolver and tuck the second into my belt. Then I peek out to find my targets.
One on the left, and one at the centre.
I rush out to the left and plug the first Zannonite twice in the chest, then grab his rifle and crouch under his cover.
Where the hell did he go?
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Post by grigori on Mar 4, 2007 20:24:50 GMT
"Yeah..." Bailey gave a nervous chuckle. He crept down and picked up one of the Zannonite's weapons, an old bolt-action rifle with a simple scope. "This'll do. So, Zannonites are they? Must be the guys with the tank. Goddamn, I hope they haven't touched my truck..."
Something moved up ahead, then vanished from sight.
"Damn, I hate this place. Do you know a way-" Before Bailey could finish his sentence, something swung down from the ceiling and landed on his back. "Gah! Get it off!" He swung violently, accidentally firing his weapon into the roof of the cave. He felt the weight on his back lift, and the thing- whatever it was (a lot of that going around, it seemed) was gone.
"This place is gettin worse and worse every second... should have stayed with the damn raiders."
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Post by Khallos on Mar 4, 2007 21:25:18 GMT
Khallo's lads would be having MUCH more fun, apparently ;D
Far from the monsters lurking down here being the stuff of nightmares, they spelled "MEAL TICKET" in capitol letters. So far they'd managed to subdue and tag 2 slimy walrus like things, a tentacled monstrosity and what looked like a gigantic rat with a couple of extra arms, along with one or two zannonites.
"Heh, Khallos to meatwagon.. send a couple of people down here, this is a treasure trove, man! The moulders will have plenny of specimens after this... anyway, we've tagged a few juicy ones for you."
Kzerfts? "Hrmm.. well, i suppose that these beasties will need feeding... hehe, we can just put them into the cages with the new slaves, hmm? Keke, two birds with one stone... yeah, Out." Finishing up attaching a radio tag to the giant rat's ear, Khallos nodded for his companions to follow, heading towards a turn in the corridor, unknowingly just out of sight of the two unfortunate Zannonites Grig and Orion were about to encounter
Holding up a hand to halt the other two, Khallos gestured for them to turn off their headtorches...
"Looks like we're gonna have to watch our step..." Priming their dartguns, the 3 convoy boys took up hiding places... "This place is getting worse and worse every second... should have stayed with the damn raiders."
OOC: hmm, slightly rubbishy ending there
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 5, 2007 1:45:14 GMT
OOC: Naw its cool Khallos. Oh and it's Bailey and Y'ami, not grig and Orion. IC:
"Wait," I stop Bailey as I squat down and pic up a piece of torn cloth from the ground. "What's this?"
After some examination, I look up at Bailey.
"We're not alone. There's a third party here." "Huh? What do you mean?" "Cause this fabric ain't what Zannonites would use. Not in a million years." "How are you so sure?" "Cause I'm a Zannonite." I reveal without looking at Bailey and stand up to walk further down the hall, unaware of the convoy boys awaiting in ambush.
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 5, 2007 12:48:56 GMT
I sneak around the cavern looking for the other Zannonite.
"Must have run off."
Suddenly, he leaps out from behind a stalagmite, wraps his rifle round my neck and tries to choke me. I recah back trying to get some leverage, I find a metallic item and pull, a ring shaped object comes off in my hand.
"Sh*t! The grenade!"
He lets go of me trying to get the grenade off his belt. I take the chance to push him down a slope into a lower tunnel.
BLAM!
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Post by Khallos on Mar 5, 2007 20:55:12 GMT
Khallos lads would be playing rather unfairly. NO steryotipical villan one liners, no jumping out and going "oogyboogyboogy!" Just a hypodermic dart filled with fast acting tranquilisers, aimed at both the mens necks from the shadows. Nighty night, boys...
OOC: Unless of course, they dodge. Hehe ^^
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