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Posted by: Nathan Garrein
« on: August 19, 2009, 05:31:04 am »
The Behemoth stood about 5 stories high and roared in the heavy rain barely missing the small dispatch of Fenrir’s Fangs hiding against a wall at the corner of Wolfbow as it walked out in the darkness.
The team assembled as Nathan came back with a bereaved look at his face in his hands some piece of paper was clutched cautiously.
As Nathan gave the orders, Garrein yelled "Copy that sir! Just make sure to get back at us, we'll hold it as long as we can!" but running at the back of his mind was whether Nathan would come back, whether they would be left to die besides, there are more important things at hand.
As Nathan decended into the dark, Garrein gathered his nerves at looked for one of the Fosterns "Hey you!" he yelled.
As he approached the Fostern with the M16, a burst of shots were fired and the Behemoth yelled as it swooped down a fierce blow to the ground crushing the Fostern dealing an instant death and throwing Garrein aside.
Garrein’s vision grows blurry, as he tried to regain his footing. He and the other Fostern ran for shelter besides an overturned police vehicle.
He turned his head and saw the remaining Fostern, it was only the two of them left, and he was trembling in fear of the Behemoth.
“It’s my first time” He said as his voice jittered.
“Me too,” Garrein replied, hiding his fear. “But we have to fight it.”
“Jesus Christ! COULD YOU SEE THAT THING? That thing is huge!”
“Keep quiet!” Garrein looked disgusted at the Fostern as to why he even made that position. “If you want to keep us both alive you have to **** keep quiet.”
As Garrein looked carefully about, he saw the Behemoth searching, knowing that someone was still alive to kill. “What the hell can we do?” he said to himself.
A loud crackling came from the Fostern’s radio as he screamed “HELP! WE NEED HELP!”
The Behemoth jerked its head towards their position, let out a loud roar as the lightning blew and finally charged.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 19, 2009, 12:24:03 am »
((7 story? There is no 7 story in DR))
Posted by: TRHeadshot
« on: August 18, 2009, 10:01:17 pm »
Speaking into his radio casually, Carter sends out a message to the team currently engaging a behemoth, "It's my understanding that you are all in need of immediate assistance..."
*Static...Crackle* "Who is this?" *Gunshots*
"TRHeadshot, Adren. I am currently approaching your position, by rooftop, of course." He sprints forward, leaping deftly over the divide between an 8 story and a 7 story. Landing with a grunt, he dives towards the edge of the roof, whipping out his rifle (No sexual inuendo here folks...). "I am in position, copy?"
"Just shoot already! Dammit! Hit it harder-!"
"Sheesh, cool it pal, I'm on it," Raising his custom crafted rifle to his eye, he sights in on Big Red's forehead. *Crack*
*Load, pained roaring from the Behemoth, as it falls to it's knees in agony. It then rips the large-caliber bullet from it's cranium, roaring again*
Tough little fucker, ain't he? he thinks to himself, quickly placing another two shots into the creature's spine. "Hey!" He calls out to the Fenrir Squad, "Keep your tongues in your mouth and get your guns outta your asses, this is a life-or-death situation!"
Posted by: Meldon
« on: August 18, 2009, 07:48:11 pm »
"James, I've found a document that I need to get to you ASAP. Of lesser importance, one of our teams is engaging a Behemoth. I won't trust a runner with this, I'm bringing it back to you myself." Nathan set down the radio and turned to his squad. "The highest rank here is now in command of this squad. I'm heading back to base." He turned without waiting for a response, and started the jog back to headquarters.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 18, 2009, 07:11:08 am »
The envelope had a seal on it.
Red seal, with the sign of a cross, surrounded by a red circle.
Crux symbol.
Inside it was a letter, written by a pencil.
Dear Viktor.
This is your old buddy Purge. I've heard abour what happened at the DR zone, near the Wofl's Den. Well, believe it or not, but it's what you thought it was: 5 clans have united against FF/BD. You already know who. I don't know why they did it, but I know this. Tonight, there will be a meeting between a high ranking Combine officer with a high ranking Divide officer, somewhere behind the Records hall, at midnight. I don't know what they will be talking about, so your the one, who's gonna have to find out.
There was a pencil inside the safe aswell.
Grabbing the pencil, Viktor writes on the other side of the letter.
Thank you very much.
Then puts the letter inside the safe, along with 2 boxes of .50 and an N2 sample.
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!
« on: August 18, 2009, 06:49:59 am »
James made his way to the radio and picked up the handset "This is James, go ahead" James tried to light another smoke but his lighter would not produce a flame Damn this thing he shook it a bit and tried again, it produced a very small, weak flame, he managed to light up with it though and pocketed the almost useless lighter, James repeated once more into the radio "James here, go ahead recon" and waited for his reply.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 18, 2009, 06:42:14 am »
Hmm...I wonder if Jarki's at Nastya's right now...
Ol Jarki's been living at the north-east part of the outpost. In a 2 storie "shack".
It atleast had a roof...
Sadly, no one was home.
Ok...I wonder if my old house at Nastya's is still standing
It was also a small shack near the meeting hall.
4 metal pieces formed the walls. Another one atop formed the roof.
It was a 4x4 shack, fit a small bed, a safe and a table.
That's all, that Vik had here. He moved everything to the Wolf's Den.
Opening the safe, he saw an envelope inside it.
Posted by: Meldon
« on: August 18, 2009, 06:30:54 am »
"They were just looters from Nastya's. Zeds took care of them for us."
"Roger that. Keep going according to plan." Nathan moved farther down the road, and stepped on a piece of crinkled paper. No harm in checking it... Oh my God... The paper was a map. A map that had arrows and lines of various colors and flavors around Fenrir's Fangs territory. One that was not drawn by a Fang. Just signed with an X. "This is Nathan Donahue to base, come in James..."
The radio crackled, but not with James' voice. "Sir, we've got a fuckin' Behemoth on our hands! We might be needing some backup here!"
"Roger that, any nearby teams keep your ear on a radio just in case you hear a distress call."
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 17, 2009, 11:47:12 pm »
There it was infront of him: the main gate of Nastya's holdout.
The visualisation of safety for every survivor after the outbreak, the last hope of humanity.
Not for Vik.
The only safety Vik now knows is in the Wolf's Den. Hell, there was once a time, when someone tried to assassinate Vik right inside Nastya's.
Making his way to the scrap yard, Viktor aproaches a guy, that is sitting behind a table, and says.
"I need a lighter. Full one"
Posted by: Nathan Garrein
« on: August 17, 2009, 07:25:21 pm »
Nathan Garrein stared into the horizon as their team walked slowly, still eager to have a piece of the action while still being alert. It was his second time going out with a team, and since that fateful experience he never got into a team, everything he does, he did alone but this time he wouldn't disappoint.
It started to rain heavily as he recalled a memory when he was just a survivor in Natasya's Outpost, long before he was found by a man named Ceddar Hawk nearly dead within Wolfbow and initiated into Fenrir's Fangs of the Black Dragon Empire.
Garrein was part of a six man team of mid-equiped survivors looking for some decent loot which was led by a cocky individual. At first they hesitated to follow because he could lead them to peril but they were desperate for supply.
For the time being they were good but by the time Longarms were showing up, they were overrun and were forced to defend themselves. His girlfriend was there, Garrein saw his girlfriend ripped to shreds by the onslaught while the cocky leady fled in the darkness amidst the flashes of gunfire. Garrein tried so hard to reach and rescue her but instead he was pounced by something and grew unconscious.
By the time he woke up, he was in Natasya’s and a group of Fenrir’s Fangs surrounded him.
Now, they were in the Longarm area of Fairview at that same forsaken area, Wolfbow.
“I heard something.” Garrein whispered in his radio. “Need permission to halt the advance sir.” His commanding officer facepalmed him and continued to move, with heavy equipment clattering and covered by the heavy rain’s downpour.
“Sir, halt the advance!” Garrein whispered loudly to the radio, “Do you feel that?”
At first his commanding officer didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary but suddenly he felt it too. A soft thumping vibrated from the ground, as his commanding officer looked at the puddle vibrate beside him and mouthed to his team “What the hell is that?”
“I think something big is coming” Garrein replied to the radio as he saw the Fostern behind him grew uneasy.
Cautiously his commanding officer replied softly in the radio “Defensive positions!” as the rain within the vicinity formed a silhouette and he saw it on the horizon they faced… The Behemoth.
And his commanding officer just smiled, devilishly, “This is where legends are made.”
Posted by: TRHeadshot
« on: August 17, 2009, 05:18:23 pm »
((Placeholder))
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 17, 2009, 01:39:15 pm »
A rather nice show Vik is watching: survivors get ripped apart by ordinary reds.
The guy, with the revolver heroically tried to save his comrade, only to get pinned down to the ground by 3 reds. Ravaged.
That's what happens, when you stop moving.
Zeds will eventually gather so many numbers, that they will cover all exits and swarm you.
After the zeds have left, Vik transcends back into the empty city, occasionally killing the zeds, that get in his way.
Nastya's is not far from here. Just a 5 hour walk.
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!
« on: August 17, 2009, 01:28:20 pm »
As James sat sifting through the paperwork a Cliath came through the door, he looked rather out of breath, he saluted and said "Sir, We have Gunfire in the distance, no reports of our men involved sir!" James looked blankly at him for a moment Surly Viktor or Nathan have not gotten themselves into a gun battle or attracted a large horde.. "Very well, we will let the scout teams handle it as they see fit, dismissed" The Cliath saluted once more "Yes Sir!" then he left the room.
What the **** is going on around here recently? James went back to the paperwork absent mindedly All these clans can't be working together, it makes no sense, they would never be able to organise as a group the way our Empire did...
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 17, 2009, 01:23:56 pm »
No matter who is shooting in the near area, it's no longer territory of Fenrir's Fangs, so it shouldn't be a problem for Vik or the others.
Then he hears another series of shots behind him. These were in the longarm zones. Now that's definetly FF territory, but the recon team can handle it.
God bless fire escapes - muttered to himself Vik, after getting on the roof of an appartment complex nearby, to get a better view of the shots.
7 survivors fighting reds.
Vik is looking at them thourgh his binoculars. No clan tags. No colors.
Just mesh armour on them.
1 with an AK, 3 with SMG's, 2 with hunting shotguns, last guy is with a revolver.
Must be an ordinary group of looters.
Vik is sitting there, waiting.
Waiting for them to die.
Posted by: Meldon
« on: August 17, 2009, 01:17:32 pm »
"Be sure to radio me ANYTHING out of the ordinary." NAthan repeated for the umpteenth time into the radio, because every other time he did, someone said "Oh yeah, we saw *BLANK* a block back..." And he would facepalm and mutter some curses into the radio. Never anything that needed immediate attention, usually just a dead Ascending Dawn soldier who thought he was tougher than he really was or a busted-up gun with another clan's logo on it that looks like it's been sitting there since the first month of the outbreak, definately not recent.
Nathan bent down to check the ID tag of a Project Lazarus corpse and take his arms and ammunition (I hate these bastards...) when he heard his radio blare. "Sir, we've got gunfire. Automatic weapons, and a lot of them."
"Roger that. Get closer, check it out, then report back to me. DO NOT get spotted, and DO NOT engage unless they shoot first."
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