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Post by grigori on Feb 26, 2007 22:14:22 GMT
Bailey hustled to the ramparts of the town with the anti-tank gun, followed by the militiamen from the armory. Bullets were still flying around their heels, but they hadn't managed to breach the compuond yet, nor hit very much. A few gas cans burst into flame behind him as he hit the wall at the top of the rampart and took a knee.
"All right, we're surrounded and these guys are heavily armed. I want everybody to keep their heads down and move often! Don't let em get a bead on you!" Bailey looked over the wall. There were indeed 5 vehicles, circling the settlement like Indians in an old western. "All right, move!"
The militia, there were about 25, moved crouched along the wall until it was fully covered. Bailey held his hand up as a signal to hold. "Wait for it!" The cars made another pass, he could hear an explosion on the other end of the complex. "Now!" The militamen returned fire, making one of the cars swerve and tip over. Bailey spotted one beginning to pass his line of fire and sighted it in. "C'mon... little more.." He fired, nearly throwing himself off the platform from the recoil. The vehicle, a machine gun armed pickup, burst into flame, taking it's masked inhabitants with it. A collective roar came from the defenders.
"Look!" The cry had come from one of the men on the gate platform. Several more vehicles were moving in, with one large one at the center. There had to be at least 7. Bailey winced. Just as they had started to turn the tide....
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 26, 2007 23:10:32 GMT
"Okay," I sigh while having a quick scan of the encampment, "The way I see it, if any of my clan's still breathing, they're being kept in one of these buildings. We just gotta find out where."
I look at the big tanks of God knows what.
"But! Before we do that, we plant the bombs on those tanks, so when we find our guys, we blow the tanks and run off as these motherf*ckers get all disoriented from the blast."
I look around the outskirts of the camp. Zannon's basically in a big hole in the ground, with the canyon walls surrounding the entire village, and some canyon hills going through some sections of the town, with tunnel-like caves connecting each section of the city.
"We have to keep things quiet, so we can use the hillside to our advantage." I explain while shifting my footing a little bit, inadvertantly sending some rocks sliding down the rocky wall, unluckily landing at the feet of passing enemy patrols. "...Or not."
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 26, 2007 23:22:08 GMT
I pull Y'ami back before the guards look upwards, drawing my dartgun.
"What the hell was that?" One of them rasps through his mask.
I notice a large lizard crawling along the edge of the hill. I give it a prod towards the camp, it skitters downhill.
"Relax ya little wuss, it's just a lizard." The second grunts in a deep tone. "Hey, if ya get scared I ain't holdin ya hand." "Shut up, ass!" "Pansy"
"Interesting and all, but can we move on?" I whisper.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 26, 2007 23:32:51 GMT
"Yeah, lets get outta here." I whisper in response, carefully sneaking across the hills on all fours with Jack, following the high path that snakes throughout the entire village, effectively bypassing many of the patrols. Pshh, not knowing about the hilltop paths. These guys are morons.
"Alright, there's the tanks." I point to the 1,000 gallon tanks across the field from us. The patrols seem to be scattered throughout this vicinity. I draw my throwing knife as the setting sun cakes the area in an eerie darkish orange. With the shadows abundant and intensified, the whole thing was just like a level in one of those old Splinter Cell games.
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 26, 2007 23:43:50 GMT
"Tell you what, how's about when we find your friends, I'll go for the tanks and you lead them to the armory? We'll need a few extra hands against these guys."
I load a few darts into my pistol, then hand a few over to Y'ami.
"If you get the drop on somebody, try to get them in the spine, neck or head, this stuff goes straight for the nerves."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 26, 2007 23:56:16 GMT
"Will do." I comply, raising an eyebrow while taking the darts.
We sneak across the rocky field, from shadow to shadow, carefully avoiding the passing guards. We head for the first building, a supply depot integrated into the side of the canyon. The doors are double doors are wide open and we infiltrate the warehouse and step into a maze of stacked crates and machinery.
"Let's have a look-see."
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 27, 2007 0:05:33 GMT
A strong stench wafts through the warehouse.
"Jesus, what do you keep in here?"
I take a look round several turns, eventually coming to a large tarp covered in stains, oil or something, I can't tell. The smell seems to be coming form under it. I lift it up to take a look getting some of the stain on my hands, then drop it quickly.
"Forget it, just some rotten supplies." I asure him calmly.
I usher Y'ami away from the tarp whilst frantically trying to clean the blood form my hands.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 27, 2007 0:15:54 GMT
"Wha?" I ask as he pushes me farther away from the area. "I never smelled rotten supplies like that." I glare at the crates. "It smells like--"
"Yeah, like I'm gonna lose to that asshole." We duck behind a stack as three people enter the warehouse. Why the hell are they all masked?
"What're they doing?" I ponder as we watch them wheel in two more crates.
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 27, 2007 12:27:24 GMT
The crates are moved against the wall, one of the men leaves, the other two stay behind chatting.
"Maybe we should ask them."
I motion for Y'ami to circle round one side, while I take the other. We can't risk one of them raising the alarm.
Around the corner from one I hold my fists together ready to bring a haymaker down on one of them, we only need one to talk.
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Post by Khallos on Feb 27, 2007 19:03:34 GMT
OOC: *swears* Great.. first i bust my lung, now i spend the time by making a monster post.. and then when i try and spell check it it crashes my browser >< Maybe ill make a shortie
IC: The convoy would have stopped by the bottom of the mountain, and Khallos would have picked his way down to it, nodding as one expert to another to the pilots collected there. "Hrmm.. heh, looks like I'm in charge for this one... Right. Meatwagon boys." He nodded to the drivers and attendants for the massive truck. "Stay here with the boomtruck and watch our ass, along with.." he paused, thinking, and then pointed to two other trucks. "Yew and Yew. The rest of yez..." he clambered back into his own van, grinning. "Lets get us some spare parts, hmm?"
The snipers along the way would soon find that not everyone was as defenseless as they looked, and the Convoy Boys would give as good as they got.. better, in fact. Only 2 injured Convoy peeps against 5 snipers, and Khallos didn't know if they'd be getting up again. Never was one for stealth, not when he had the boys to back him up.
Finally reaching the "Abandoned" truck in hits hiding place, the group stopped, one or two people climbing out. "There it is, boys!" Khallos called, nodding towards it. "Finders keepers!" Already, a pair of newbies had started towards it, and another would join them if not one of the older formen held him back. One of the pair spotted this, and was smart enough to stop.. but not the other, who hadn't noticed that the rest had started taking cover. "Hehe, ya slow pokes! Fine, looks like the ignition system is..." *KABOOM*
"Hehe.. Always check fer booby-traps, lad!" Yelled Khallos at what remained of the new guy, before nodding to his stunned Friends. "Yew learn by experience, lads... Taint no better way to learn than a demo."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 27, 2007 23:08:59 GMT
At my signal, we lunge out at our victims, Jack catching his target off-guard with a perfect haymaker, and me initiating a legsweep takedown and bringing the masked man up in a hold after the floor grapple.
"Okay," I sigh. "Its your lucky day, boys. You've been selected to--" "F*ck you, you piece a--" I quickly ram his face into the wall and bring it back. "Don't interrupt me while I'm talking." I say playfully as I see blood from his nose stain the glass of his mask. "Now, as I was saying, we got questions, and you got answers. First of all, what're in those crates?" "A-a-animal carcasses." He stutters with fear. Not so tough now, is he? "Huh? What for?" "I-I don't know. Tartget practice or some shit, they don't tell us much." "Alright, whatever." I shrug off. "Now for the million-dollar question: Where's the Zannonites?"
The two masked men exchange a some sort of indiscernable look and headbutt the both Jack and me in the face before running off, yelling at the top of their lungs for help, as if they don't care that we'd kill them for doing that.
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 27, 2007 23:14:07 GMT
"Ah horsesh*t, next time go straight to the mutilation, then question him."
I pull my spear rifle and stand next to the door, leaning out to shoot.
"Hey Y'ami. You remember the Alamo?"
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Post by grigori on Feb 27, 2007 23:37:56 GMT
OOC: Khallos, it seems we both have a guy named Bailey... one shall have to die!!!!
IC: "C'mon, don't jam now, don't friggin jam....." Bailey growled at his weapon as he attempted to force the next round into the chamber, to no avail. The new vehicles, now almost upon the town, consisted of several more technicals and one very large dumptrack, with what looked like a cowcatcher on the front. They were fanning out into a V shape as they advanced. The remaining 3 from the first wave were still circling, filling the base with vast quantities of lead.
"Hey!" Bailey heard the scream come from behind him on the ground. He looked over to see Jack seated in a pickup, along with two volunteers in the back. "Get in man!"
Bailey reached down to pick up his weapons and ammo, an old M14 and the anti-tank gun. He got up, and was halfway down the platform when the rest of the vehicles reached the town. With a gigantic crash, the dump truck burst through the main gate, with it's accompanying technicals streaming in on either side. Men, "desert rats" as people sometime called them, poured out of the cars with a wide variety of weapons.
"Shit!" Jack managed to shout before he caught a bullet under the chin. The two volunteers began firing, only to take bullets themselves. Bailey took cover behind the pickup and watched as the rats spread throughout the town. He could hear gunfire from all directions, similiar breakthroughs must have happened elsewhere. Bailey spotted that the gate was now completely open.
"Now or never..."
He threw his things in the back and pulled Jack's body out of the driver's seat, climbing in in his place. A few rats standing in front of the pickup looked around as Bailey started up the engine.
"Ga fahreal! Shep mo tularon!"
"Whatever the hell that means... right back atcha buddy." Bailey gunned it, throwing one up and over the truck and impaling the other on the spiked grill. Bailey kept his head down as the bullets pinged around him. The truck burst through the remainder of the gate and onto the open desert. This was an old police vehicle, with a two-way radio and a gunrack. Bailey picked up the receiver and fiddled with the dial.
"Hello? Mayday, mayday! Anybody there?"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 28, 2007 6:12:40 GMT
Strange that they only ran off at the mention of the Zannonites. But no time to think of that now. I think as we see the area outside the canyon-imbedded warehouse flooding with the enemy.
"Uhh," I stall while hastily sliding the doors shut in a calm manner, "Didn't we lose?" Lock.
OOC: Whaddaya think of the new thread title?
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Post by Khallos on Feb 28, 2007 12:32:10 GMT
OOC: Hehe, whoops.. i meant scorpio's truck >< sorry, im kinda lightheaded at the mo, i put down the first name i saw... and, heh, nice, orion.
*will post when my painkillers have worn off ><*
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 28, 2007 12:43:28 GMT
ooc: Very noice.
ic: "Well, yeah."
I move a box against the door, then stand on it to fire out a gap in the wall.
"Maybe we should just do what the winning side did."
I fire out at the approaching enemy.
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Post by Khallos on Feb 28, 2007 20:39:51 GMT
Khallos' men would have allready started dissasmbling what was left of the truck. After all, just because the cap was gone didnt mean it was ruined... and several of them were carting the contents of the living quaters on the truck into their Vans.
Khallos would be removing one of the rear wheels when he heard the far off explosion, raising an eyebrow... only, it was coming from the opposite direction of the fighting. He picked up a nearby radio. "...Meatwagon? You guys ok?"
"Yeah, fine." The meatwagon boys snikkered, hiding out in the back of their armoed truck while the Bewm boys took care of their aggressors. "Just found some new playmates... and besides, now we have their attention we can start clearing a path." The nearby Bewmtruck would have showed just HOW it learned that name, firing rockets, makeshift grenades and even cannibilised Tank Cannons at the crude gun emplacements on the cliff. the M.C.o.L.M boys were PACKING.
"Kfmmschsehr." "Hell, Khallos.. when ARENT we careful?"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 1, 2007 0:11:13 GMT
I continue reinforcing the doors since I lack any firearms.
"Kill the Alamo defenders and open up a taco stand?"
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 1, 2007 0:13:12 GMT
I throw him my dart gun.
"I mean, not standing around getting boxed in."
I fire an explosive spear at a parked jeep, several troops fall to the ground from the blast.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 1, 2007 0:24:19 GMT
After stacking the boxes, I peer out the yard through an eye slit and survey the besiegers.
"What the hell...?" I mumble as I watch the enemy's battle tactics.
Ducking behind cover, running to the next spot in pairs, one covering the other....
"No way..." I gasp quietly while witnessing some more of their highly-trained manuevers.
I run to a stack of crates and open them. They're all vehicle parts, ammunition, and other supplies. But then I pry open the next crate with my knife and find its full of very familar uniforms, tucked away as if they've been shunned for a new attire.
"Damnit, we could really use your friends help right now." Says Jack as he fires another explosive dart accompanied by a boom.
"A lotta good that'll do." I say after falling flat on my ass in disbelief.
"What're you talking about?"
I just stare at the floor.
"Maybe if we're careful enough, we can get outta here and find the Zannonites--"
"Those ARE the Zannonites!"
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 1, 2007 11:25:51 GMT
"Well, that's good right? You can tell them to cut back on the trying to kill us."
I fire a few more shots, only two explosives left so I stick to the regular kind.
"Right?"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 1, 2007 23:43:51 GMT
"Don't you see?" I say to him. "They know its me. They know that they're trying to kill me. But why? What the f*ck's going on?! We were a brotherhood, what happened to them?"
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 1, 2007 23:48:06 GMT
"Fine, just do unto them before they do unto us."
As I fire out the soldiers scatter into cover, several of them run into a large shack in the middle of the settlement.
"Hey, what do they keep in there?"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 1, 2007 23:54:32 GMT
I wonder what he's talking about and peer out at that shack. My eyes widen.
"The big guns." I answer in dismay.
A well-kept T-62 tank rolls out of the large shack and heads for the warehouse.
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 2, 2007 0:00:30 GMT
I take a look at my last few explosive spears.
"These won't even scratch it."
I run over to the crates and start looking for something useful.
"Tell me you keep something useful in here, RPG's, C4, grenades. Hell, I'll settle for a white flag."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 2, 2007 0:08:36 GMT
OOC: XD
"This is all supplies. We need to get outta here. There's gotta be an entrance into the catacombs hidden somewhere in this wherehouse." I explain while scouring the walls and pushing over stacks of crates. "Quick, look for a trapdoor or a wall panel or something."
OOC: I have a dentist appointment. Later.
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 2, 2007 0:15:58 GMT
ooc: Dentist? Or licensed SADIST!
ic: I duck as the tanks mounted machine gun cuts through the walls.
"Well, let's make it fast we're drawing a crowd."
I check the back wall eventually kicking up a chain. I give it a tug pulling a cover off a hatch.
"Got it." I try to turn the handle to open it, its stuck with rust. "Don't got it."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 2, 2007 3:31:04 GMT
OOC: Sadist? What the hell kinda dentist 'you' go to? Well I got to a Filipino dentist, we don't deal in pain. And weird, I get sleepy when they work on me. "Shit!" I scream as I dive for cover as a line of 50-cal. horizontally bombards the building. I quickly rise to my feet and run over to give Jack a hand. Even the building's foundation shakes as a tank shell blows open the warehouse's heavy steel double doors. "Are you f*ckin' crazy?!" I vainly yell to the attackers as the warehouse becomes engulfed from dust from the blast. As soldiers pour into the breech, we give the chain a final tug and the hatch pops open. We jump in and it slams shut just as the besiegers open fire on us. OOC: Hey Grig, I added a bio for your character(s?) in the first post. Its pretty bunk, so you might wanna use your mod powers to edit it.
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 2, 2007 12:25:56 GMT
I spin the valve handle then jam a spear into it.
"That'll slow them down for a bit."
I pull a lighter and flick it on, several tunnels go off in a few directions.
"Lead the way."
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Post by Khallos on Mar 2, 2007 20:16:15 GMT
OOC: Sorry, naff post ><
Khallos looked up from his scavenging, the sound of crashing getting closer.. and then the nearby mountain exploded, the meatwagon careening through, shortly followed by the boomwagon. "...Bout time you guys turned up! What, is this mountain made of steel or something?"
The besiegers would soon find that they had some new playmates - a Molotov cocktail would sail out and smash on the back of the tank, the fluid inside catching fire and spreading across the surface of the tank.. and into the engine intake vents. And by the time the meatwagon came bursting in, machine guns blazing, there would be flashbangs being thrown and and figures jumping down from the back of the truck, firing some kind of high powered rifle... This tech looked brand new! But.. no weapons factories operated anymore.. Surley?
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