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Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!

« on: January 25, 2010, 01:53:29 am »

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Chapter Four

   “James, what are we doing back here?!” came the whining voice of Igor, they were back at Nastya’s again. “The Armory at HQ was out of .50, I never asked you to come along.” James replied coldly to Igor. Igor ignored the comment as they walked down the market street, the various vendors, all wearing the CS logo on their clothing, hawking all sorts of merchandise.

   “Hey you in the black, stop, I challenge you!” James and Igor stopped, but didn’t bother turning around just yet, behind them, they could make out what was happening just from listening, it sounded like two people trying to restrain another, with muffled whispers of “You don’t know what you’re doing!” and “Don’t you see their uniforms?!” James turned around just in time to see a man…well, not quite a man yet, he must have been about 17, break free from his two friends and rush toward James.

   The kid stopped short in front of James and Igor, He was brandishing an old saber in his right hand, James could see him swallow hard before speaking. “I challenge you to a duel” James could hear the shakiness in his voice. James turned around and said “Go home kid.” The kid’s friends rushed forward to try and restrain him again, but the kid had already run on ahead, he Blocked James and Igor’s path, holding the sword in a ready stance. “I said I challenge you, if I can beat you, I can prove to everyone I’m not a wuss!” Igor, still wearing that same grin he always wore, stated. “This kid has a death wish! Hah!”

   The ruckus had drawn a small crowd, who all looked rather worried at this stage, James sighed and gripped the hilt of the blade hanging by his side. “As you wish.” The metallic hiss the marvelous sword made as it left its sheath was painfully audible and caused the crowd to gasp. The blade itself was black, this was one of the famed Dusk Razor’s which took a great deal of skill to wield properly.

   The kid looked shocked, as if he hadn’t expected this to happen, James sighed again. “The first move is yours” he stated flatly. The kid seemed to be shocked out of his trance by these words, he shook his head and charged wildly, James, with a flick of his wrist, deflected the blow away from him. The kid tried again, he slashed wildly at James, who had barely moved, and looked bored deflecting blow after blow.

   Igor, who was standing nearby, said “James, can you hurry this up? I’m bored!” James, after deflecting another blow, caught the kid’s sword in his own and flicked it away, he then pointed the tip of his own sword at the kid’s throat. The kid almost looked like he was going to faint. “Your name.” James stated flatly. “W-what?” The kid stuttered. “Give me your name.” James repeated. “J-j-Jake…” he replied.

   In one fluid movement, James sheathed the Dusk Razor again and turned around to walk away. “Go home Jake.” The kid dropped to his knees and panted. After only a few steps, James heard Jake’s voice again. “Where are you going?!” James, without bothering to turn around, stated flatly. “None of your business.” The kid replied “That’s not what I mean! You’re supposed to kill your opponent when you beat him, it was the only reason I challenged you, because I knew if my life was on the line, I’d fight my hardest!”

   Jake’s two friends looked mortified when James stopped and turned around again. Jake continued “Damnit I don’t want your sympathy!” Igor actually burst out laughing at the thought of James showing sympathy, James stated flatly. “I don’t want to have to clean my sword” and with that, the two of them left the kid kneeling there.

   About ten minutes later, James and Igor were leaving a stall by the side of the street, James had bought several boxes of .50 ammunition, and were heading back toward the main gate, Igor piped up. “Why can’t we go have a drink first? It’s a long walk back!” James answered “Feel free.” Igor feigned a sad look and sighed. A couple of seconds later, Igor asked “So why didn’t you kill that kid, he was annoying enough.” James didn’t answer for a moment, then replied. “He was stupid to try and throw his life away like that, life is something to be cherished in these times, besides, there was no point in making our already bad reputation even worse.” Igor had a look of the utmost surprise on his face, it took him a minute to even say anything. “Wow James, I think that’s the longest sentence I’ve gotten out of you since….since…well, ever!” He said with a laugh. Modem furrowed his brow. “Shut up.”

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« on: January 19, 2010, 11:35:48 am »

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Chapter Three.

   James spoke for the first time since they had walked in the door. “What could possibly be of value down there?” Tratpan turned to him “I’m glad you asked James, here take a look.” Tratpan rustled through some papers on the table, finally pulling out an old map and setting it on the table for all to see. “What do you see there?” it was a detailed geographical map of Fairview and the surrounding area.

   James took a few minutes to look it over before answering. “Nothing…” Tratpan smiled “Exactly James, no caves or caverns, no hollow points in the earth, nothing. Which leaves only one conclusion, this hole is man made.” The realization hit all of them at once, Igor piped up again, still grinning like a madman “Then there has to be something worthwhile down there, maybe a secret facility or something!” Tratpan just smiled “Yes, that is what we are hoping for”

   Jarki, who had been busy counting the tiles on the wall, suddenly turned around and spoke. “I don’t like it, I have a bad feeling about this place.” She didn’t sound like her usual happy-go-lucky self, she sounded dark…and deadly serious. No one spoke for at least a minute. Jarki had a rather bad habit of making these ominous predictions, but the worst part was, they almost always came true.

   It was Tratpan who broke the silence once more. “Regardless….this is an opportunity we cannot just pass up, our spies confirm that most of the other major clans are acting on this new development as well, it’s only a matter of time before one of them make it to the prize first, in fact, I believe VOID has already sent in an advance party. There may be something down there that could tip the balance of power, and I intend to make sure it goes in our favor.”

   Tratpan turned to Ryan, who had remained totally silent through the entire meeting “Ryan, you will be leading our advance party into the hole, a ten man team of Reapers, the team makeup is your choice, you will leave immediately after this meeting ends” Ryan nodded “Yes sir.” He stated simply. Tratpan turned back to everyone else “Alright, exactly two days from now, a larger force, including the rest of you, will be going down into the hole” The two days were obviously to sort out the personnel and supplies that would be sent, and what couldn’t be spared.

   “Thank you all for coming, I suggest you all get some rest and prepare yourselves.” Everyone stood and saluted, then left the room, Igor caught up with James as he headed for the stairway. “Man, can you believe it James? We’re actually going in there! I’m so excited!” James cocked an eyebrow at this and replied. “We don’t even know what’s down there you crazy ****.” To which Igor replied “I know, that’s the fun of it, anyway, are you heading for the Bar?” James sighed and nodded, this was exactly what he was trying to avoid. “Great! I’ll come with you!”
   Most of the entire fifth floor of the building had been converted into a sort of makeshift bar for off duty agents, it was quite large and music played on several rotting old speakers that had been looted from someplace or other. It was very different from the Meeting Hall of Nastya’s, no one here stared at you for a start, and there were no carnal Sin vendor’s anywhere or Recruiting stations for clans. The main difference though, was that the people here seemed genuinely happy as they sat around and talked, which probably had a lot to do with the fact that there weren’t starving and depressed people wandering around the crowd and begging.

   James and Igor took a table in the corner after ordering their drinks; James got a beer while Igor got a coke. Much to James’s displeasure, Igor tried to strike up a conversation. “So, VOID has already gone in eh. They’re quick off the mark, I’ll give them that much!” he said with a laugh. James light a cigarette before replying flatly “It just means that if there is something dangerous down there, they get to die first.” Igor burst out laughing and said “Always looking on the bright side, aren’t you James!”

   After he stopped laughing, Igor asked in a kind of hushed whisper, which sounded rather humorous in his think Russian accent. “Seriously though James, what do you think is in that crevice?” James took a sip of beer and replied “If I knew that Igor, we wouldn’t need to go down there. We will find out soon enough.” Still whispering, Igor asked. “What about survivors?” James hesitated a moment before replying. “If you mean from our outpost in the Central Zone, I don’t think anyone could have survived that.” Igor sank back in his chair and looked rather glum “Yes…I suppose you’re right.”

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« on: January 16, 2010, 12:29:40 pm »

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Chapter Two

   After several hours of traversing the dark streets of Fairview, the party of three made it to the famed Headquarters of Dusk. The HQ itself was not just one building, it was several large buildings enclosed by a courtyard wall. The main building was a large six story, there were four other one story buildings inside the compound. Salvaged generators ran day and night, fueled by bio-fuel that that the Engine class Agent farmers grew alongside their crops on the flat rooftops. The rooftops were perfect for farming once they had dragged up enough sacks of soil to make small fields out of them.

   The grounds inside the courtyard were patrolled by four man teams, these teams were comprised of Settler class Agents. Settler class Agents were the lowest ranked Agent in Dusk, it’s what you become once you pass your trials. The main entrance, a large electronic steel gate, was guarded by two machinegun nests. Each nest was manned by two Settlers, had an M60 heavy machinegun and was surrounded by a sandbag ring. Snipers patrolled the rooftop of the main building. The place was second only to Nastya’s itself, a veritable Fortress.

   “Open Up!” Shouted Igor in his thick Russian accent once they had reached the gate, a settler from the MG nest jumped the sandbags and rushed to the gate control switch. As the gate slid back into the hollow in the wall, the three Fenrir’s walked in and the heavy gate shut behind them. “So what do you make of the whole thing James?” Igor was referring to the conversation he and Jarki had been having about the appearance of the large hole in central the entire journey here, James had not contributed to it. “I don’t know, but I’m sure we will find out soon enough.” He answered simply.

   They entered the large doors of the main building and were met with a familiar face. “Hiya Meldong!” Jarki almost sang the words and waved, even though he was only a few feet away from them. Nathan Donahue, another Fenrir Agent and long time friend of James. A lot of people called him Meldon, a nickname than came from his middle name “Mel”, the man was probably the only person in Dusk who held onto a shred of his former humanity, constantly plagued by his conscience. It wasn’t a question of good or evil with Nathan, it was a question of Honor or Dishonor. He was well respected and liked by almost everyone; he even had friends in clan’s with opposing ethics, such as the Dallbow Police Department, a section of the Outpost Guard, or the remnants of Ascending Dawn, a long time enemy of Dusk.

   Nathan smiled and answered “Anal Beads Jarki, Igor, James, I was waiting for you guys to come back, you’re almost late for the meeting you know.” Jarki looked indignant, she crossed her arms and said “Hey, don’t blame us, we had to take the long way around!” Igor and Nathan laughed and James smiled slightly. “Alright.” Said Nathan after a few seconds “We need to get going or we really will be late” The three of them nodded and they made their way toward the staircase.

   James light a cigarette from his seemingly never ending supply as they ascended the stairs. “So, any idea what this is about Nathan?” Igor asked as they climbed, Nathan frowned as he replied. “I wish I knew, but it must be something important or there wouldn’t be a meeting for it.” Igor, still with the same wide grin that never left his facial expression replied “I bet it has something to do with that huge hole in Central!”

   Nathan and Igor chatted like that the whole way to the top, James remained silent, puffing contently on his cigarette and Jarki seemed to be transfixed on the peeling yellow paint on the walls. When they finally arrived, Nathan knocked on a large oak door in the hallway, a voice on the other side told them to enter, and they did so. Inside the room, several people awaited them, there was Ryan Scott Parker, yet another Fenrir Agent and friend of James. There was Ashley, the newest addition to the Fenrir team, though her main responsibility was the leadership of the Reaper class Dusk Agents, the true fighting force behind Dusk, chosen for their fighting prowess and skill, they are the shock troopers of Dusk.

   The third person who awaited them was known as Tratpan, this man was a Draconis class Dusk agent, the highest echelon in Dusk. Most Draconis class Agents were once a part of the Black Dragon Head Order before the Black Dragons and Fenrir’s Fangs merged to form Dusk. Tratpan commanded the utmost respect from everyone he met almost instantly, the combination of the man’s intellect, class and position almost demanded it.

   “I’m glad you could join us” Tratpan said, as he motioned for them to take a seat at the meeting table. “I’m sure you’re all wondering why I have called you here, so I will get straight to the point.” Tratpan paused for a moment before continuing. “As I am sure you all know the central zone of Fairview has….disappeared, for lack of a better word” Everyone at the table nodded but said nothing. “What I’m sure you don’t know is something that the Outpost Guard survey teams recently discovered” Everyone there knew that Dusk had operatives within the Outpost Guard, information gathering was one of Dusk’s specialties.

   He continued “The survey teams have discovered something very interesting about the hole, Apparently, it’s possible to descend into the hole by following a narrow pathway that exists along the edges of the crevice.” He paused for a moment to let that sink in. Igor, grinning wider than usual, if that were even possible, piped up “Does that mean!?” Tratpan interrupted him “Yes, we’re going into the hole.”

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« on: January 14, 2010, 12:17:51 pm »

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This is a story I'm going to be working on from now on, I just wanted to post the first chapter here to get some opinions from the people I know and love before I continue on with it, so, post your opinions and discuss please.

The Hole.

Chapter One.

   The large crowd gathered in the central square at Nastya's only kept growing as more and more people emerged from the dark corners and alleyways where they had made their homes. All of them looking ragged and tired, every day was a fight just to make it to the next, but today was different, no one was begging on the streets, scavenging was forgotten, everyone stood in the main square, gathered around the large notice board.

   "People of Nastya’s, this notice is to inform you of the terrible occurrence late yesterday, the earthquake we experienced here mid day yesterday had a most dire consequence. It may be hard to believe, but the entire central Fairview district has crumbled and disappeared into the earth, swallowing many survivors as it did so. Survey teams were dispatched to the scene and report utter destruction, Central zone is nothing more than miles of canyon now, stretching downward for more than the eye can see. Our advice is to avoid this area if at all possible. More news will be posted when we know more.

May god help us all.

Neil Yates."

   Most people read in disbelief, muttering things like “How is this possible?” and “Is this a joke?” Others cried over lost friends or family that were known to be in Central, Then there were some that just passed on by, they didn’t care.

Two weeks later.

   Nastya’s Meeting Hall; what was once a large warehouse before the outbreak had now been transformed into the social epicenter of Fairview. The large building was used for just about everything, including being a bar. It was a good place to meet new people or just try and get away from the daily chore of surviving for a few hours; several small time clans even had recruiting stations there. The clan that kept the place running was Carnal Sin, the merchant clan that ran most of the mercantile operations in Fairview. They sold all the food, beverages, cigarettes, everything. Every shopkeeper inside the place had the CS emblem somewhere on their clothing.

   At a corner table, sitting alone, a man wearing black clothing and a Black trench coat sat sipping on a beer and smoking a cigarette in silence. People glanced at him every now and then with unease, but this was due to the fact that the man was a member of Dusk, the oldest of the elder clans. Fear and secrecy surrounded their reputation. Dusk was not a clan that anyone could join, only people who could pass the grueling entry trials were allowed to wear the Dragon insignia.

   This man, James Mason, was a high ranking agent, signified by the Dusk Mesh armor he wears that only the Fenrir or Draconis ranks within Dusk can receive.

   “James, there you are!” James just sighed; he knew who it was without even having to look: the use of his real name told him it was someone from Dusk, since they were the only ones who used it, to everyone else, he was only known as Modemkill. The heavy Russian accent told him it was Igor, the only Russian in Dusk.

   Igor was a tall, blond, blue eyed man with an ever present, almost psychotic smile that had earned him the nickname “Crazy hobo” around town. Igor sat down in a chair on the opposite side of the table James was sitting at. Igor was a Fenrir rank Agent, the same as James, and James considered him a friend, despite his own cold attitude toward everyone and anyone.

   “What is it Igor?” James said without looking away from his drink. Igor just kept smiling; he, like everyone else who knew James, was already used to his cold and unfriendly attitude, “Well, I see you are your usual charming self!” As he said this, he pulled out a small silver flask from the pocket of his own black trench coat and took a sip. James knew it was coke in the flask, but he always found it amusing when people asked him for some Vodka, especially since Igor’s reaction was usually to rant and rave about stereotyping.

   “I’ve been looking for you everywhere for you James, why do you come here when we have our own bar at Headquarters?” James, still not bothering to look up from his drink, stated flatly “To avoid conversation.” Igor laughed heartily at this “Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine! Anyway, Tratpan wants us back at HQ, so Jarki and I came to pick you up!” James finally looked up at Igor with a raised eyebrow “Igor…you didn’t leave Jarki out there...on her own, did you?” Igor replied, still grinning madly “Don’t worry, she promised not to kill anyone this time.” James sighed again, “She said that last time as well Igor…” both men stood up to leave.

   Outside, a woman wearing the same black trench coat stood across the street from the Meeting Hall. She was staring upwards and swaying softly from side to side, while people in the street were desperately avoiding her, she had quite the reputation in Nastya’s. James and Igor emerged from the double doors of the Meeting Hall, and not a moment later Jarki noticed. She stopped swaying and a large smile formed on her face.

   “MOWDEM!” She started running at full tilt toward James, which was pretty damn fast, people in the street had to dive out of the way to avoid being plowed through. Igor stepped to the side and James only had time to say “Sh-” before Jarki jump-hugged him, causing him to fall backward to the ground. After a few minutes James managed to disentangle himself from Jarki and stand back up.

   “I missed you James, I haven’t seen you in sooooo long!” James smiled slightly, Jarki was the only person capable of making him do that. It was the only time the man’s face ever resembled anything but cold and emotionless. “It’s only been two days Jarki, and you really need to stop doing that, it hurts.” Jarki giggled madly and said “I’ll stop doing it when you stop going away.” James was always amazed that this woman, who was probably the most efficient killer in Dusk, could be so childlike.

   Igor, who had stood silently grinning through the whole spectacle, said “Alright guys, we’re wanted back at HQ, so let’s get moving, we have a long hike ahead of us now that there is no more central district we can cut through”, James nodded and they made their way to the main entrance of Nastya’s, where Jarki jumped onto James’s back and shouted “Forward Modem!”, which caused Igor to burst out laughing and James to frown.

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