Project Warfighter - Operation Necropolis (IC, Open@OOC)

[New Emmerian Coalition]

"Can your men cover me while I make a mad dash to the armory? I need to know the caliber of weapon you use, and if you need more equipment, I can fill some bags up!"

"Some 7.62x39, Makarov nine mil and 54 Russian if you please, our guns have enough left to cover you but two barreled guns eat up allot of brass quickly." Vlad laughed as he replied to the colonel but it was far from a laughing matter, at most the men had but two more full magazines left on each of them and the fact that their team had been cut down to a mere squad of seven men in total.

"COMRADE VLAD, LET US STAND TOGETHER AND SLAUGHTER THESE TRAITORS!!!" Bogdan yelled as he hurried the men to Vlad's side.

Like a matador antagonizing a great bull Vlad pulled out his gold trimmed officer's sword and clanged the blued steel blade against the side of his dirty and worn pistol, the contact sent vibrations through the blade and gun along with chills down his spine as he contemplated the likelihood of him surviving this little show of bravado.His men seemed to be encouraged by the macho display and smiled as they faced down the oncoming horde, Bogdan didn't smile, as usual, but at least he wasn't shouting some vague catchphrase that they had all heard a thousand times before.

The dissidents were starting to scramble underneath the half open doorway when Vlad pulled the trigger on his pistol and stabbed into the mass of writhing undead with the tip of his sword.His move promoted the rest of his men to match it ten fold as they all fired into the dissident horde at once, the sound alone was deafening but the addition of the dissidents screams and roars made it all the more unbearable to the human ear to take.Thankfully their weapons bite was much worse than the bark, as the heavy weighted bullets tore into the already weakened decayed flesh of the dissidents and ricocheted off of the steel floor to do more damage as they bounced off the metal and into the bodies of the attacking zombies.

The close range and the caliber of the weapons alone was enough to force the dissidents back a few feet before the teams magazines needed to be replaced.The dissidents returned with a vengeance just as the men slammed fresh ammunition into the chambers of their rifles and machine guns, the sheer weight of the dissidents charge was enough to make one of the men flinch and shift his foot backwards a few centimeters.Such an offense in front of an officer and foreigners was usually a flogging but Bogdan would have to log that mental note in for a later time, but for now the coward would stand and fight just like everyone else.

The reloaded weapons was enough to hold the horde back for around a minute as the dissidents ran, fell, and died screaming at the Servintans to try and stop their devastating stream of fire.But soon the ammunition ran dry and the clicks of empty chambers was all that could be heard though the din of the battle.

In a flash Vlad stowed his pistol and lashed out with his sword, decapitating a onrushing dissident with the fine bladed edge.The rest of the team either began to resort to bayonet strikes and slashes or used the sturdy rifles as crude clubs by gripping the hot barrels with their gloved hands and swinging for blunt trauma.

As Vlad fought in hand to hand combat with the dissidents he hoped that they were providing enough of a covering distraction for the Emmerian Coalition soldiers to retrieve ammunition and assist in the fight.

"Some 7.62x39, Makarov nine mil and 54 Russian if you please, our guns have enough left to cover you but two barreled guns eat up allot of brass quickly."

"Do we even have .54 Russian?!" Garcia looked to Lennox, whom shrugged before firing off another volley into the undead. "Whatever!!" He took off bolting to the nearest armory. He managed to get there in time, unsure if it was his fitness or pure luck, but he did.

Surveying the various ammunition boxes, weapon racks, and crates, he was unable to find anything remotely related to what they actually need; save for a few offhand boxes of cartridges. Grabbing as much as he could, he stuffed the ammunition into a duffelbag, and threw it outside the armory. He looked at the various weapon racks, and noticed that they were packed with M8-Rs, OBRs, and old Operator AKs. "This'll work, I hope." He muttered, pulling the magazines from the individual weapons and tossing them in another bag, along with multiple 6.8mm PMAGs. He then pulled a few M8-Rs, folded their stocks, and stuffed them in the bag as well. He tossed it outside the doorway. Now he looked towards the pistols, and saw a line of .45 ACP handguns - Vickers. He grabbed a number through their triggerguards, and placed them into another duffelbag, and grabbed even more magazines as well. There had to be more weapons; he was right.

"Garcia, where the Hell are you?!" Lennox called over the comms.

"I'm working on it!" He called back.

Garcia became frantic, grabbing at various weapons.He pulled some security machine pistols, which used caseless rounds, off of the racks, followed by a few RT-37 grenade launchers; he wasn't sure if they'd work, but there were fletchette grenades stored in them. Slinging it over his shoulder, he grabbed a LAG-2 RPG and attached it to his kevlar back plate; the launcher was specially made for that.

"I've got the stuff! I've got the stuff!" Garcia threw the duffelbags behind the fighting forces, Lennox suppressing the doorway with the others. One by one, infected fell... until they just stopped. The undead had ceased running down the corridor; just as the alarms had stopped as well. In the distance, as thing settled down for a split second, Lennox heard alarms trailing up a distant corridor. Just what the Hell was going on...

"Kayora again. Have linked-up with Golden Legion troopers, making way for primary backup armory, via belowdecks, topside, X1J."

"It's all clear over here at the moment, double time it!" Lennox called on all frequencies; hoping to reach each of the squads who radioed for support. "Left Sector, bulkhead 213; make moves people!!"

[The United Remnants of America]

"It's all clear over here at the moment, double time it! Left Sector, bulkhead 213; make moves people!!"

"Left sector... Where the Hell...?" Koopa looked at Jolly with confusion on his expression, "Where is that? Do you know?"

Jolly nodded and pointed down the nearest offshoot hall, "Yeah, that way. We're actually not too far. Might as well pick up and move on that way while we can, right? Everybody up and moving now!"

The sentinels stood more or less together and made their way down the hallway, around the corner, and as a group they stopped. There was a small wall of undead in their way, maybe a couple dozen, but they were turning the wrong way. Guido, 4th Squad's sniper whispered a quiet curse, "Fuck...." The sound was enough to draw attention. Soon, one by one, slowly the zombies turned to face the Remnant soldiers before they began shuffling forward hungrily.

"Dammit, weapons up and fire at will. Low ammo, so keep it accurate!" Ninja, Tarzan, Koopa, and O'Malley raised pistols while Guido raised an M2010, Oreo raised an IAR and Jolly and Pollock raised their ACRs. 8 Remnant Sentinels opened fire at once. Even with the hail of bullets, undead still kept creeping forward, even charging up in some places. Instinctively, the soldiers dropped back a few steps to be safe, all but one. Guido was too engrossed in his scope to notice the shambling corpse come up to his left, hugging the wall as he knelt firing on zombies further down the hall. "Mosconi, you asshole, get back here!" Hearing Jolly shout his real name, Guido looked from his scope and turned back to glance at the squad, now further away, before he looked back and saw the zombie lunging at him. Tony Mosconi couldn't even scream as the undead tackled him and tore at his unprotected throat, allowing Guido to gurgle for help even as the shrinking number of undead fell down to start feeding.

It took a minute more to pick off the remaining distracted walkers. Pollock looked around. The rookie captain of 4th Squad was careful not to let her eyes linger on another member of her fallen squad. A sigh blew from her lips even as she looked to her superior in experience, "It's clear."

Jolly nodded and waved his finger, "Alright guys, move."

~~~

It took three minutes of a half-crouched careful walk to make it too a wall that said "Bulkhead 213." In the wall was a heavy metal door that looked locked from the other side. "Hey, Jackie, go knock and see if they'll open up, we'll cover you." Jolly nudged the captain forward, trying to keep her mind occupied from the recent loss of her sniper and her grenadier. Jacquelin Kowalski slammed her hand three times into the bulkhead's door. Only three bangs. Hopefully that'd show that it was humans. Living ones.

[Military Democracy of Birtonia]

"Whoooo!" yelled Sergeant Felix as he bashed yet another infected skull with a piece of pipe he tore off the wall earlier. He turned to the other survivors with him to see how they were holding up.There was his weapons sergeant, Cockeye, the FNG Rhino, and some damn POG that he didn't care to know his name.

Cockeye was wrestling with an infected sailor for a good minute, and was finally able to reach his knife, with a quick jabbing motion he had jammed it up into his opponents head through the neck. Blood went gushing everywhere, as Cockeye got up, the blood from this people just didnt seem right... there was something off about it, it was still red, but he had other things to worry about.

The group had just dispatched another six infected personnel, and were on their way to find other survivors on the ship and hopefully escape, their radios seemed to be failing and had only heard a garbled transmission a few minutes ago, they decided to take their chances and continue moving throughout the ship.

Thats when they heard more infected coming at them, "Fuck man! I cant take this anymore" cried the nameless sailor. "Man the fuck up" yelled Felix as he threw his pipe to the guy and drew out his knife, "Get some Rangers!" he yelled before charging out at the next group of four infected.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Rogers was awoken by the bang. Which was considerably odd, because he hadn't been on alert, and was a heavy sleeper when he wasn't deployed. Regardless, up he woke. The three bangs on the door echoed in the room, awaking one or two others, who just fell back to sleep. After all, why should they care? It wasn't like they were bothered by it. It would just be another buddy of Rogers coming in to play poker early in the morning, perhaps. Or maybe someone went out for a piss and forgot to unlock the door. It didn't matter the explanation. The point was, they fell asleep.

Rogers looked over his shoulder, checking over his men, counting them. He shrugged. Yep, there they were... Jonathan... Samson, Sarge, Robin... Valentine... All there. He'd better go back to sleep...

He sat straight up. If they were all here... Who was out there? Slowly moving his hand to the side, he wrapped his fist around a large Bowie knife, and stood up, stealthily walking across the metal floor, his bare feet molding around the harsh indents in the ground, his hairs rising up from the cold metal. He could endure this, though. He was a soldier, and he could endure worse.

He made no sound whatsoever as he traversed through the quiet and dark quarters, careful to not step on anything that would make a sound. He had memorized the placement of his men's equipment... Samson's rifle there, Sarge's LMG here... Someone's boots on the floor, etc.. It was like a minefield. When he got to the door, he carefully hit the edge of the door, in cover, and pressed the release button. The door unlocked with a hiss, and slid open. That's when he struck.

Jumping out of cover, his knife came up to the neck of the man he faced, the blade perpendicular to his forearm. He had done it so fast, so smoothly.. He made no noise. That's when he saw the face of the man, and recognized him from elsewhere. He was from Team Atlas. Of course. Still, it could be an imposter..

"Who are you.. Why are you here?"

[Firewind]

Ready Room, E.S.S. Revelation

"Nobody's responding." Nabb said. "We know they're out there. But... they're probably occupied with their own zombies. We're busting out of here on our own. Alright, anyone able to get that door open?" "Dunno. Try contacting the bridge." "Tried it, nobody is available. We are on our own." Lamber got up, and moved to stand in front of the door. "I need a team of volunteers. We're taking six out, and the rest of you try to hold out in here. You," he nodded towards one of the Blackguard with a pistol. "Need to stay here and guard the others. Your pal comes with me."

Three minutes later, the outbound team was assembled. Lamber, Nabb, Fred Marsh, Robert Malder, Eric Sengh, and Howard Curtis surrounded the door. Lamber had selected all of them for their grit, among other things. He could count on this team to do anything that needed to be done. "Ready, set, go!" They weren't exactly sure what to do, but he said that just for dramatic effect. It served to reassure the team that something could be done. And... amazingly, so it was. The metal plate opened up, as if on cue. Taking a small step back, Lamber nodded, and carefully opened the door.

The dead waited for them outside. Marsh opened up with a bullet into the nearest dead's head. It worked, dropping the reanimated corpse to the ground. Malder, Sengh, and Curtis were out in a flash, cutting through zombie skulls and necks like madmen. The zombies were, fortunately, slow to react, and nobody got hurt. "We're out. Stay here, don't let anyone die." Lamber said, looking back to the rest of the Blackguard in the ready room. Looking back to the rest of his team, he motioned them forwards. "Time to find the nearest bulkhead. Loot any weapons from the zombies, because we're going to need them."

[Congreveopia]

The four Platinum soldiers sat in the armoury, quietly watching the feed from the PCU on the floor outside. Suddenly, they saw some commotion in the hallway. It looked like another group had arrived, be it by chance or because they heard their call.

“Platinum Soldiers, this is Colonel Altman of Team HellBent, you have an opening, take it.” said their radios, informing them that it was because someone heard their call. Leighton looked at the video feed one last time, then whispered some instructions to the squad, and they attacked.

Thomas slammed the door open. It opened right outwards, and the GAmeTopian squad was down the hall to the left. He timed it so that the door slammed into a zombie as he opened it, knocking it to the ground. Thomas charged out left, spearing a zombie on his makeshift bayonet. As soon as he was through the doorway, Leighton ran out and turned right. He had a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other. He stabbed a zombie through the eye with the knife and used the body as a shield against five more down the hallway, as he did that with his left arm, he shot the zombie that the door hit with the pistol in his right and then proceeded to fire at the zombies past his re-dead shield. John was through next, following Thomas in turning left. Thomas charged ahead, easily carving his way through the zombies confused by the attack from behind. Thomas was wounding the zombies and dropping them to the ground, but they were still dangerous there, and one grasp by an arm could throw him critically off balance. John, therefore, began shooting out the heads of the zombies on the ground as Thomas dropped them. He didn’t want to fire down the corridor left for fear of hitting team HellBent. Charles was the final one out, and he followed Leighton right, carefully shooting past him to mop up the remaining ones to the right. A few seconds later, Thomas, John, and team HellBent had finished slaughtering the confused and surrounded zombies.

The nearby area was clear for now, but already they could hear zombies running towards the sound of gunshots.

“Okay.” said Leighton, walking over to the GAmeTopian leader as Charles, Thomas, and John took up defensive positions. “Armory’s dry, sorry. You can have our pistols if you want. Anyways, we need to move quickly if we want to live. Here’s my plan: We get up on deck, the path is clearly signed and its not far to a stairwell. Up there, we have the advantage with ranged weapons while they have the advantage in the melee down here. There we can probably find a helicopter and get out of here, or we can regroup and try to get survivors out, whatever. We’ll have better luck on deck, though. Sound good?”

[Drekka]

ESS Revelations. still not in combat

After much suspense, Fireteam charlie had arrived to an open entrance to the midsection of the ship.
Any sense of paranoia from the perceived life, or lack of, was suppressed by the subtle professionalism,
as they went in on the team leader's quiet orders. As always, Muzzle discipline was maintained, since
the very compact dimensions are rather inviting for friendly-fire.


Obvious signs of fighting can be seen through the corridors, with bloodstains and empty shell
casings lay scattered throughout, a symphony of CQC. With a gained sense urgency Carbon suggested
the team to increase their pace slightly, yet maintaining a perfect column formation as they headed to
the Primary Armory.

During the descent, Fireteam Charlie encountered an ever increasing number of what was mostly dead ESS personnel.
The faces seen haunted the team, as the Team had known many of them to a minor extent.Emotion aside,, each body
encountered was seen by the teams barrels, as to deliver a final note at a moments notice.

"Is this real?", Carbon thought, as a sense of disbelief leered on him.


Moving on, the team finally made it outside the primary armory uncontested . Out of situational precaution,
Fireteam Charlie veered outside the entrance in line formation prepared to breach and engage if necessary.


" Atlas 1-3, Maneuver Element present, anyone there?", Carbon called out

[The GAmeTopians]

"We've got what we need, we kept any essentials needed on us. Do your men need anything?"
Colonel Altman removed his handgun from its holster, and inspected it. Satisfied, he returned it to its holster and prepared his carbine.
"Now then, that sounds good, but we should try to contact the homeland once we get on deck, if only to inform them of our slight mishap with these zombies."

[Military Democracy of Birtonia]

ESS Revelations


SGT Felix moved quietly down the hall with what remained of his squad. "I think i remember an armory somewhere around here." whispered Cockeye as they slowly moved over the remains of the ships crew. "Unghh, help me...." groaned what they previously thought was a corpse. "Hey man, what happened here?" quietly asked Rhino, with compassion in his voice. "I, i dont know, everyone went insane, people were attacking other people, one guy bit me and ran off.." grunted the sailor weakly. "Hold the fuck up, you were BIT?" said Felix as he turned quickly to the sailor, knife gripped tightly in his hand.

Quickly, without a second thought, Felix rammed the knife tip directly into the injured sailors head. "What, what in the actual fuck sarnt!" cried Rhino at his superior. "Look newbie, that guy was clearly infected, i dont understand whats going on and neither do you, i cant take a chance to let anymore of my men die today, you understand that Ranger?" he replied gruffly. "Now Lets move out" he said peering out from the next corner. The next hatch read Tertiary Backup Armory Felix slowly walked to the hatch, knocked exactly four times and stood back, keeping an eye out in the dark hallway. "Watch the six" he said to Cockeye. The Rangers took defensive stances and waited to see if anybody would open the hatch.

[Torrumbarry]

Amidships - Aboard the E.S.S. Revelation
The CANSOCC operatives jogged at a moderate pace through the confined gangways, their path illuminated solely by the eerie crimson glow of the emergency lamps. Mortlock had taken point, his PDW raised, and was shifting his aim every so often to cover all exposed angles. Meanwhile Halifax secured their rear flank, searching for viable threats at six o'clock. Encountering minimal resistance, save a 'crawler' lacking her legs, they still had little perception of the lethal capabilities of their abnormal adversaries. They should have stayed put. But instead, with their justified notion of obligation to assist their compatriots, they had come to an unspoken conclusion that it would be courteous to aid their hosts in cleaning and purging the filth from their accommodations. So they had departed in search of their principal firearms, which were located in a reserve armory towards the aft of the vessel on the starboard side. However, they were unfortunate in that their quarters were located on the starboard side of the fore of the carrier. This fact generated some dissent among the Phantom Corpsmen:
"Great, our armory is a far as possible away from our compartment," Iver growled irately, to no one in particular "just our luck."
"Yeah, they may have bloody well put us on the prow of the ship," Beane mumbled.
"Get over it."
They continued in silence.
"WHAT THE-" Halifax's outburst was silenced as two zed-heads uttered a startling, bestial roar. Charging down the Phantom Corps squad like buffaloes, Halifax loosed off two measured bursts of fire from his own Halcyon Arms Deadeye Defender SMG, while his comrades fell into formation behind him. His initial volley struck one of the zeds in the torso, whilst the other was almost decapitated by his accurate fire. "Oh my days!" He bellowed, astounded "it's not f***in' dead!"
"Again! This time aim for the head!" Halifax complied, shredding the brain of the zombie and spraying splinters of it's skull across the gangway.

[The United Remnants of America]

"Who are you.. Why are you here?"

Jolly stood deathly still while 4 pistols, an assault rifle, and a light machine gun leveled themselves at Rogers' head. Jolly looked at the soldier and recognized him. "Hey... You're Rogers... I know that because I'm Rogers, too. I'm from the URA, the Sentinel team, and I'd love it if you didn't kill me, because that would mean that my entire team here would gun you down before you could step away from my body, and what we don't need right now are less living people. Just let the knife down and let us in, I didn't live to be nearly 50 just to have somebody on my side slash my throat with a fucking knife."

With his away hand, Jolly held out his hand, an okay signal for the others. His own squad, Tarzan, Koopa, and Ninja, lowered their pistols, while Jacqueline, Oreo, and O'Malley took a bit longer to lower their weapons, having only been with the esteemed "Captain Jolly Rogers" for a day.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

"You're getting slow, old man. Your squad better not be as slow as you are, or, if I were your enemy, they would be dead by now." Rogers replied, and let the knife down, bending down to sheath it in it's hold on his left ankle. Then he carefully got back up, looking at Rogers and the other men pointing their guns at him. He turned his head to the side to look at the people in the dark, then spoke again. "Samson! Lights!"

The lights switched on in the dark, and the whole room was illuminated. There Samson was, pistol drawn and his finger on the light switch. His gun wasn't pointing at the Atlas members anymore, and was facing upwards. Sarge was behind some sort of cover when the light came on, and had already had his LMG pointed at the door. Valentine, Jonathan, and Robin all had some sort of weapon drawn when the door was open, and were against the wall.

Not needing to be hostile anymore, the men put their weapons away and got up to stretch. All of them were shirtless, most of them wearing pants. At least one man stood only in his underwear. They had been woken up nearly immediately, and were still groggy from the sudden sleep deprivation. As such, they wore no body armor... No military clothes, no helmets. Well, one man wore a helmet, but that was Robin, and he looked weird.

"Aquila di colpo! Suit up! I want everyone ready in ten!" Rogers ordered, and the men saluted, immediately rushing about. Rogers himself needed to get ready, and so grabbed from his front armor pouch an energy packet, tearing it, and downing it, throwing the wrapper away. He began to suit up as fast as he could. "Alright, what's the issue?"

[The United Remnants of America]

The small crisis over, Oreo turned around and guarded the door with his light machine gun while Jackie's assault rifle made slow sweeps over the hallway. The four Sentinel troops with pistols basically milled about between the door and the 'perimeter' set up by Oreo and Jacqueline. Jolly was the only one who walked into the room to look around, his own body armor, and the body armor and clothing of his squad members, covered in the gore and viscera of close combat.

"Well, Atlas was being deployed to a metropolitan area to deal with a disaster of unknown proportions. Reports were that there was some form of.... Zombie outbreak. Due to this, someone in charge had the wonderful idea of air-lifting survivors onto the Revelation. Nobody checked them, since one of them was infected. That brings us to now, with this plague spread all throughout the carrier. Atlas is scattered and taking losses. My team here is trying to either get to the deck or find Leighton from the Emmerian squad, whichever comes first. But first, we thought there might've been arms here, we found people. Personally, I'm okay with this either way, we need the firepower."

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

"We've got some weapons and ammo in the back for a second squad we never picked up. They were overrun before we could get to them, but we still have the weapons. If you want, you can have them. I expect you'll need to use the C4 a few times, hmm?" Rogers replied, and started strapping on his body armor. He got his pads on himself, and grabbed his rifle, strapping it on. "It's got a .50 in it, but we'll take it."

The rest of the squadron rushed into position, with their weapons in their hands. A lot of them used AS-5s with under barreled shotguns or grenade launchers. One man had an under barreled flame thrower. Each man checked their ammo, their armor, everything, before falling back into line and holding their shotguns out front. Rogers grabbed his weapons, and got into formation, then he got his soldiers out. "Let's go."

[The United Remnants of America]

The Sentinels switched with Roger's squad, with the Remnant remnants moving into the bulkhead. No one picked up any weapons, but everyone took ammo. Jolly reloaded his R18 with the larger 7.62 rounds while Jackie's R17 got a fresh magazine of 5.56 ammo. Oreo's LMG took a fresh 100-round ammo box of 7.62 ammo while the rest of the team reloaded their R10 handguns with .40 magazines. The team members nodded one at a time to Jolly, as the walked past him out behind the DEN squad. "Alright, we're good to go as well. You want to lead the way, or would you like us to?"

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

"We're going to try to get to the bridge if you would like to go with us. We need to signal a Challenger to get as many of us off as we can. I don't think staying on here would be a good idea, no? Besides, if we ARE going to stay here, I'm going to need to get us hacked into the controls to see just what we can do." Rogers replied, and slammed a clip into his AS-6, pulling back the hammer and cocking it. He grabbed what he could carry, putting it on where it needed to be. He grabbed, for instance, an LG-1, and strapped it on. "Where you guys heading to?"

[New Emmerian Coalition]

Bullet casings dropped onto the bloodied deck in groups; well fired bursts from AR7G-02 rifles above scattered the undead and killed them where they stood. Ontop of the smoking command bridge, multiple SRPA Squads stood. One of them, in his thick, heavy kevlar armor, held his hand to his mic.

"Area clear. Moving to clear below deck." He said, a cold echo in his voice. They rappelled down, their boots smacking the deck and their equipment rattling as they moved across. Multiple helicopters passed by, as the ship's defenses sat idle.

"Orders are to keep moving, survivors are to be neutralized if they resist and captured if possible." The Squad Leader called. "We've got little under two hours before this ship rams into Union City, we need to have samples and any essential personnel onboard our evac helicopters before then."

"Yes Sir!" The soldiers called in unison. They swept through the halls of the upper deck, swiftly and decisively dispatching the undead in each sector, suffering minimal losses.

---

Tech Sergeant Black pulled Captain Smith by the sleeve as she moved into one of the deck's armories. There, she pulled a chest rig off one of the racks and slung it around her uniform, picking up various magazines and weapons as she stuffed them into the pouches.

"I'm guessing all that gunfire above isn't us..." Smith said, reloading. "Bulkhead 213 was cleared a few minutes ago."

"Betcha it's a rescue team." Zoe looked back.

"Hope so." Smith tucked some PMAGs into his belt's pouches.

Something rocked the ship, the notable sound of bulkheads opening. More sophisticated gun fire could be heard echoing through the ship, in short bursts. Various alarms seemed to catch the undead's attention further away, allowing the SRPA Teams to clean house quickly and easily.

"That gunfire's getting close." Smith muttered.

"Guess we'll find out who they are then." Zoe noticed the familiar sound of AR7G-02s. "That's not good."

OOC: Yup, classes. Very sorry everyone. Anyways, the SRPA Personnel are here, and until they encounter Atlas on their own terms, they are by all means hostile.

[The GAmeTopians]

Thomas interrupted the Colonels, looking up from his laptop, headphones on his neck.
"Boss, we got comms from top deck. Sounds like SRPA personnel, and they are definitely hostile. Should I see if I can predict their path?"
Colonel Altman cursed, and nodded.
"Predict a path. Platinums, what do you think?"

[Congreveopia]

“DIe if we move, die if we stay…” said Charles.

“I haven’t seen the SRPA in combat.” said Leighton “I don’t know if we can take them without our gear. We’ll probably run out of ammo before we make it to the main armory, though, so I’ll take the chance to live over the certainty to die. If you can try to figure out where they are, feel free to try to lead us onto the deck without them noticing us. Once we get on deck, we secure the nearest helicopter. Charles is our designated pilot, so he’ll get it prepped for takeoff while the rest of us keep it safe.”

[The United Remnants of America]

"Where you guys heading to?"

Jolly smiled at the imagined camaraderie in the question. "We were going to go topside and see if there was any aircraft around or any way to signal our way off this death trap, but we could always go with you, since that sounds like a much better plan, especially with both of our squads working together. I think we'd be able to-" He was interrupted by a burst of LMG fire from Oreo as he cut down an undead corpse that turned the corner at the end of the hallway. The young black medic turned back to both Rogers and nodded, "Target down, sirs." Jolly let out a small breath and looked at his counterpart, "Well, let's move out." And with that, the Remnant Sentinels moved onwards down the hallway, weapons raised at the ready.

[The GAmeTopians]

Colonel Altman nodded, and shared a look with Chell.
"Thomas, plot a path that will give us little to no contact with SRPA. They are to be treated as hostile and avoided."
"Sir Yes Sir! We have a path that should let us avoid them, but no guaruntees."
OOC: NEC, a map would be helpful, and results on whether I succeed or not.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

"Alright. Well, I know that if we move this way, we'll probably be able to get to the bridge in no time. We just need to find the central stairwell. If possible, that is." Rogers replied, and started walking. He had examined the map and noticed that there were elevators in some places, and stairwells in others. He was heading for the stairwells. If the power was really out, then the elevators sure as hell wouldn't work. "This way topside."

[New Emmerian Coalition]

One of the Black Ops held his heartbeat / thermal detection device to one of the terminals in the Carrier's upper deck. He led it around the room before unclipping it from his vest and setting it down.

"Contact, multiple squads." He whispered in a cold breath. "Lockdown bulkhead 222 - 225, make sure the only path from Bulkhead 213 is through our killzone." He tapped his helmet; SRPA Teams off ship began shutting down certain systems remotely, and reactivating them in sequence. "Task Force Atlas is priority elimination; all else is kill or capture." One of the large steel doors opened behind the squad.

"Oh thank God man, rescue's here!" A Garrison Trooper stepped out, blood spattered across his uniform. Behind him, a small crew of scientists and other Garrison personnel. "Good thing you guys came when you did, SRPA's shuttin' the entire ship down!" He laughed weakly, not noticing the others in his group looking fearfully upon the black ops soldiers. He looked up, and whimpered. "Oh shit, it's you guys."

The SRPA personnel raised their weapons, and demanded the Garrison troops drop theirs.

"Up yours man!" One of them called. They were immediately fired upon in cold blood, each and every individual behind the door becoming riddled in well placed headshots and body shots.None of them survived.

"Bulkheads are locked down, only path is through your kill radius team." Their radios echoed. "Zeds are being drawn to Atlas' location as we speak."

Various loud alarms began blazing in parts of the ship with Atlas personnel. Bright red flashing lights indicated where each squad was. Various steel bulkheads closed, making Atlas' only choice to run into the SRPA kill zone or fend off the hordes. The zombies let out a furious roar, the majority having been in the mid sector, now all rushing towards the various squads.

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Lennox checked his rifle, the moment the alarms began blaring. He and Garcia had stayed behind at the Bulkhead to assist some of the trooper squads in rearming and readying for another undead assault. On his iDroid, he was able to note the presence of active SRPA personnel. He knew their ROE the moment he heard gunfire. They were targets. Looking back down the hall to one of the armories, he knew that they also had SRPA Personnel in their midst. Tech Sergeant Black was SRPA, though she didn't appear in the least bit to be hostile; they must have deemed her expendable for this operation, grouped in with Atlas.

"Hey, you two!" Garcia called to Zoe and Captain Smith, "Get your asses in gear, we've gotta get out of here!"

"I'll link a call to the Remnants, we can link up with them, and make our way too..." Lennox saw the only path on his iDroid was directly through the midsector, "Hell."

"If we can make it to the armory in the mid sector, chances are we'll get access to some pretty decent weapons; I've had my eye on the new Tec-LMGs and I.S.W.P. systems." Garcia looked to Lennox.

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"There has to be someone who can remove this SRPA Blackout... you don't suppose that Hurti chick knows anything?" Zoe looked at Captain Smith, sliding the last two PMAGs into her chest rig.

"No idea where she is." Smith said, exiting the armory. "C'mon, that STIGRU guy's got a point."

[The GAmeTopians]

"Negative, sir, no path but through SRPA! Our best shot is to take down SRPA or trap them and call in drones."
"S**t! Alright, I'll call in drones, but they'll take at least a half an hour to arrive. I have a drone in my quarters, but it's powered down. Platinums, you got anything?"
Colonel Altman pulled a smoke grenade from his bag and starting rigging it to explode when activated.
"We should probably draw them away from us with a smoke grenade."

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Rogers was moving forward just as a bulkhead door slammed down behind him, and the lights went out. When they came to, the alarms suddenly blared. Something was going on. Rogers looked at the map, then at the wall. He was looking for a terminal. He found one against the wall, near the bulkhead. "Jonathan! Bring your ass over here! I need some info!"

Jonathan ran over, gun in hand. He dropped his backpack on the floor, and opened it, bringing out a connecter and some hacking materials. He stuck in the connecter, and took out a laptop. This would be an easy way to get in, because the door terminal in this case was like a printer. In that way, it could be easily hacked into. Jonathan soon got in, and got a large map pulled up.

"Alright...so according to this... I can get out of this bulkhead through this wall, or this door... If I go this wall... There probably wouldn't be too many people waiting on the other side... Or I can go forward, but I don't think I want to go that way. Not after all these doors closing on us." Rogers said, looking at the map