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Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 23, 2009, 02:37:31 pm »
"He may be arrogant, but Vince is just not a retard. Dr.Silver is also a wise person. They know better, then to send people right into a sec lab, while having Fenrir's Fangs 3 blocks away. I'd expect more of them, not just those 63 people"
Taking another sip of the cola, Vik stands up.
He aproaches the window, takes a look outside, then opens the window.
The breeze can be felt, as Vik unleashes a loud wolf hound.
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!
« on: August 23, 2009, 02:31:55 pm »
"I see, so in other words, the place is a death trap?" James mulled this over for awhile "They must know this if they plan to go in there?" James puffed on his smoke for over a minute thinking about the situation "Well, if they die, they die, it saves us the trouble, and if the somehow manage to actually get out alive we can have an ambush waiting for them on the ground level of the building near the vault door that leads to the lower levels...I don't want to send men in there to die if I don't have to, besides, we can always scour it later after they have opened it up" James takes another puff "See any flaws in that plan?"
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 23, 2009, 02:24:45 pm »
"seems like a good idea, though we have no idea, of what they are going to look there. We haven't looted the lower levels, because they require an access code. Maybe they have an ex-sec scientist, that knows the codes? And the building is crawling with longamrs, and I've heard of a bunch of GLAs there too.Considering the tight quarters of the lab, 63 people will quickly drop to 20" - sayed the russian, as Jack brought a coca-cola.
"On the house" - replied the barman.
Taking a sip of the nectar, he awaits the reply of his comrade.
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!
« on: August 23, 2009, 02:17:04 pm »
James puts his hands together on his lap and closes his eyes "I see....63 well armed people should be easy to track in our own territory..." James thinks for a moment "I need to think of the best way to solve this" James takes one of the new lighters and lights up another smoke "I suppose we could always wait for them to do the hard part and loot the seronum lab and just ambush them afterward for it..." James pauses a moment then suddenly looks at Viktor "What do you make of it Agent?" he takes another puff of smoke as he waits for the reply.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 23, 2009, 02:05:27 pm »
"oh crap. Almost forgot."
Then Vik puts two lighters on the table.
"Now then. About the rival empire. My pal Purge, from Crux, told me about a meeting, between a high ranking Combine officer with a high ranking Divide officer. Now, from what those two told me, before dying, it seems, that Vince is behind all this. Looks like his so called Higher Power ordered him to asseble an empire, and fight us. That's all, that the Divide fool had to say. The Combine, on the other hand, are in this so called empire, only because of what Vince promised to give them :access to the abandoned Secrenom labs, that are near the Wolf's Den. I have no idea, what they can find there, we looted all the N2 out of it. Hell, I heard rumours of Trat even making his own N2."
Then after watching around, Vik gets his head closer to James's
"63 people, from all 5 clans, well armed, well trained, heading to the sec. lab in 5 days"
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!
« on: August 23, 2009, 01:56:51 pm »
James looks at Viktor silently for a moment, he knew who he was since he came through the door "A new Empire you say?" he said eventually, ignoring the fact he was completley covered in blood "Care to explain how you came across this information?" James light up another smoke and reholstered his revolver he had just finished cleaning, he picked up the Black machete Viktor had slammed on the table and examined it, it was the exact same as his own, standard issue for Black Dragon Agents, it had the BD insignia engraved into the side of the polished black metal, James replaced the blade back onto the table where he had picked it up "Welcome to the fold brother" he stated simply, he took another puff of smoke before continuing "This means you are no longer under my command, congratulations" James stubbed out the smoke "By the way, did you pick me up a lighter?"
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 23, 2009, 11:11:21 am »
((since you bastards are too lazy to continue, I'm gonna make another move))
heavy breathing can be heard outside the Wolf's Den main door.
Sean opens the door, shotgun in hand, thinking it's a longarm.
Instead, a man, covered in blood, enters the wolf's den, without even telling who he is.
The sabre gave him away, though he looked different, besides being completely covered in blood.
The athro badge was gone and a black machete was swinging on his right leg.
Making his way to the bar, a lot of people wached him, as if he was no longer one of them.
Basically, they are right, though some still saluted him.
In the bar, James was sitting there, slightly covered in fur.
The blood covered man sits on the table near him, getting blood all over the table and on his chair, and before adressing to the zero agent, he shouts to the barman.
"Get me some water."
Then turning his face to the Zero Agent, he begins his story, of what happened.
"First of, the bad news: we're up against a new empire. Good news: no one likes it, and everyone, except the members, want it gone. So we can form a temporary alliance and have a clash of the titans."
Then Jack aproached the guest, with a mug of water.
Washing his face, the man revealed himself to be Viktor.
"Oh, and one more thing. I'm no longer in Fenrir's Fangs"
Then he puts a black machete on the table.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 21, 2009, 02:44:04 am »
The sirens are yelling as hell. The outpost is under attack again.
Aproaching the outpost guard, Vik asks "Where are the most problems?"
"Junk Yard, as usuall."
Ignoring, what the OG had else to say, Viktor leavese towards the JunkYard.
Blade dance with zombies. **** A...
So there he was, standing with his sabre in hand. Behind him were a bunch of other survivors, armed with whatever they could get a hand of.
There is a look of fear in their eyes, fear of the upcoming death. Not in Vik's. He's been in this situation so many times, he's used to it.
And the zombie roars can be heard nearby.
Posted by: Nathan Garrein
« on: August 19, 2009, 04:29:29 pm »
((Aww ok... in what way? i can't notice correct me if im wrong... thanks  and was the fostern with me in this RPG too or is he just another back-up character? with the TRHeadshot event i was just seeing how he helped in our POV i just incorporated some of his dialogues))
Posted by: Nathan Garrein
« on: August 19, 2009, 06:15:54 am »
((Event with TRHeadshot... sorry haven't read your post... updating now.))
"SHOOT IT ALREADY! HIT IT HARDER" was the cry of the Fostern as the Behemoth raged towards Garrein's position as he unloaded a clip on the approaching Behemoth.
"Sheesh, cool it pal, I'm on it!" said TRHeadshot on the radio as the remaining Fostern yelled frantically.
A shot was heard and TRHeadshot's round stopped the Behemoth on his tracks as it tried to swoop Garrein and the Fostern.
"Hey!" yelled TRHeadshot to Garrein "Keep your tongues on your mouth and your guns out your asses..." but this was the only thing he heard as the Behemoth ripped the caliber round from his head and regained some footing, Garrein started to look for shelter to hide.
"Nice seeing you too..." radioed Garrein to TRHeadshot.
"Who the hell are you?"
“I’m in command of this petty excuse for a team now.” Garrein said as he panted. “But now that you’re here, we are awaiting your commands.”
“Good. There is a public bathroom east of your position. Meet you there”
“Copy that.”
As Garrein and the Fostern headed for the location a distant moaning can be heard, it was a horde. A bunch of Reds was approaching their way, possibly attracted by the Behemoth.
“ABORT SIR, ABORT!” Garrein yelled in the radio as he saw the restroom entrance swarm with Reds and sprinting for them.
“REQUESTING COVER ASAP!”
A Red was about to grapple Garrein when a loud crack was heard. A Red tumbled down on his feet as he ran with the Fostern and they saw TRHeadshot waving.
“I love you too.” Garrein heard on his radio. “Who’s your daddeh?”
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.
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