Personification Life - Part Deux

[Cerillium]

Evidence would be hard to come by. Naomi's assailant was a professional and had kept the area sterile. Perhaps the only sign of struggle would have been almost imperceptible scuff marks left behind by the heels on her shoes as she was dragged away, and even that trail was misleading. It seemed to taper away towards the stairs leading out.

Ceril became worried. "She will be found."

He shook his head. He was irritated by the change of events.

"I must return to my workspace. I require items," he explained to Thriller.

(OOC taking kiddo to dinner.)

[The BranRiech]

The Assault Carrier repositioned itself over the course of a few minutes over the city, as it trained it's lower K.T.C's on over several locations across the city, firing two shots per Cannon, 14 city-bus sized slugs zipped downwards at 20,000 kilometers per second, the bright flare of the inbound slugs would be visible for mere seconds before impact.

Several housing tenements were destroyed as a result of the bombardment, and a bout 2,000 people were estimated dead. Several shells were neutralized by the 'Iron Curtain' that surrounded the Government building, Helicopters began circling the area a few minutes later to observe the damage. Tanks began blocking roads and recovery teams began to enter affected areas.

Otherwise, a population used to martial law and artillary bombardment went back to their already depressing lives.

[Monfrox]

The User poked her head out of her door. "I DID!" She said as she ran and trampled over everyone as she climbed back up the tunnel.

[Dabfia]

The User poked her head out of her door. "I DID!" She said as she ran and trampled over everyone as she climbed back up the tunnel.

Dab jumps in the tunnel again and follows her.

[Swith Witherward]

The system sent a triangle of light to the sleeping child. It did not understand why Rachelle was alone, but it would take care of her, of course, because she was a resident of the bomb shelter.

But it had other plans as well. It had finally ferreted out information and determined the veracity of the data. It would have smiled and perhaps cackled if it was able; instead, the rectangle flared a pleasant shade of blue and winked out again.

The system made an effort to contact the Drone mindsource that had pestered it for so long. It was a simple message that repeated over and over... it wasn't even sure if it was using the machine's language properly.

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00000011100100110010101100111011000010111001001100100011010010110111001100111001
00000010100110010111001000001001011100100100100101110010001000010111001000101001
01110000011010000101001000011011011110110110101101101011000010110111001100100001
00000010100110110100101100111011011100110000101101100001000000011100100111001001
00000011011100110010101100111011000010111010001100101011001000000110100001010010
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01111011100110010111000100000010000110110100001100001011011110111001100101110001
00000010000110110100001100001011011110111001100101110001000000100001101101000011
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01110001110100010000001000010010001010100011101001001010011100011111100100110001
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[The Drone Empire]

"Slight changes in behavior. Proceeding to Phase two.." 24 buzzed into his logs, as two S.Fighters were dispatched, flying hard and fast for the city, aimed upon the looming capitol buildings which stood above the downtrodden city.

"Targeting.. target acquired.." They confirmed, separating as they aimed for two of the more noticeable structures.

During this event, it seems the supposedly non-existent or non-responsive entity had contacted him with, well, partial nonsense.

"Pentinentians will be advised regarding S.A.I.D.E.
Command Signal 99 negated
Chaos. Chaos. Chaos. Chaos. Chaos. Chaos. Countdown: BEGIN?� "

The strange mixture seemed as though it had combined past with present, furrowing through the Imperial archives then slapping information it found together here and there, as though in an attempt to scare him, though that was a stretch. Or this entity was incredibly unintelligent. Either or.

He responded.

"Greetings. I am 2401-P.T of the Drone Empire. You appear to have accessed Imperial Archives, and are misusing it's context, cease and desist this activity, or Imperial Forces will be advised, and action will be taken. In the mean time, may I inquire your designated title and/or controller or superior?" He followed, as though he hadn't even just threatened this entity.
--

Mavis left her room, walking towards the Community Kitchen.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Mavis left her room, walking towards the Community Kitchen.

"Ummm...Hello Mavis. Did you hear me knocking earlier?" Fortu said as he was pouring himself some coffee.

[The BranRiech]

Rachelle, feeling quite bored with the Ps2; went to find someone to play with. She walked over to the door and attempted to reach the keypad to type in the code Rylli had tought her.

"Slight changes in behavior. Proceeding to Phase two.." 24 buzzed into his logs, as two S.Fighters were dispatched, flying hard and fast for the city, aimed upon the looming capitol buildings which stood above the downtrodden city.

"Targeting.. target acquired.." They confirmed, separating as they aimed for two of the more noticeable structures.

On rooftops all across the city, anti-aircraft emplacements began firing. The barrage of SAM's and AAA intensified to a point not seen since the second world war.

At an airfield several miles away from town, a flight of Su-15 interceptors took off with the task of engaging and destroying the unknown contacts. The pilots manned their planes and took off as soon as they entered the runway, their commanders were almost certain that this was the prelude to a full scale Nato invasion and nuclear capable forces along the border were sent into standby alert red: Imminent deployment possible . . .

[Monfrox]

The User faked out Dab and then turned to run into her room again. She was starting to peter out and calm down as the effects of the energy drink wore off.

[Bone Fort]

The strange man in the dark suit appeared again, approaching Bran.

"Mr. Nikanor. Hello again. I hope this isn't a bad time..."

[Dabfia]

The User faked out Dab and then turned to run into her room again. She was starting to peter out and calm down as the effects of the energy drink wore off.

"Well this is getting me nowhere." Dab-3 said. He then opened a portal to his room and walked through it.
"Much better." He said.
Meanwhile.
Evil Dab leads her army of duckligns with duckling sized tanks and assault rifle into the kitchen again. They made a duckling sized camp out of napkins on 3 of the tables, the ducklings then raised a duckling sized dabfian flag on a ducklingf sized flagpole in the middle of the 1st table.

[The BranRiech]

The strange man in the dark suit appeared again, approaching Bran.

"Mr. Nikanor. Hello again. I hope this isn't a bad time..."

Bran looked up from his newspaper, eyeing the man carefully.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

[The Drone Empire]

"Hm? Oh, no, I'm sorry, I was busy.. talking with my parents." She said, turning away to put her phone in her pocket.

--

"Subjects show high defensive capability. Marking as Secondary. P.D.P.." 24 chirped.

"Continuing test.. dispatching Drop-ships.. loading with Type-C/N strand containers.. Drop ships deployed.." He said, the final stage coming to bear - Quarantine capabilities.

The house-sized ships disembarked from the Assault Carrier armed with a lethal cargo ripped straight from Science's hellish innards.

They quickly flighted down the skies, they were never intended to survive the trip to the ground, but proper deployment was not necessary for this to go into motion.

[Bone Fort]

Bran looked up from his newspaper, eyeing the man carefully.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, just... tell me... when was the last time you have seen Ms. Volkova? Or Ms. Nikanor? And little Gio and Naomi.... Just how long has it been?"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Hm? Oh, no, I'm sorry, I was busy.. talking with my parents." She said, turning away to put her phone in her pocket.

--

"Subjects show high defensive capability. Marking as Secondary. P.D.P.." 24 chirped.

"Continuing test.. dispatching Drop-ships.. loading with Type-C/N strand containers.. Drop ships deployed.." He said, the final stage coming to bear - Quarantine capabilities.

The house-sized ships disembarked from the Assault Carrier armed with a lethal cargo ripped straight from Science's hellish innards.

They quickly flighted down the skies, they were never intended to survive the trip to the ground, but proper deployment was not necessary for this to go into motion.

"I wouldn't know, I am a clone and my best friend is an orphan." Fortu said.

[The BranRiech]

They quickly flighted down the skies, they were never intended to survive the trip to the ground, but proper deployment was not necessary for this to go into motion.

Upon detecting contacts not matching any Nato aircraft, the Branriech Continental artillary network sparked to life. Their commanders were now convinced that Nato was using asteroids to bombard them . . .


. . . The cannons fired, each targeting a single dropship.

"Nothing, just... tell me... when was the last time you have seen Ms. Volkova? Or Ms. Nikanor? And little Gio and Naomi.... Just how long has it been?"

"I saw Rylli and the others just last night, why?" Asked the former conscript confusedly.

[The Drone Empire]

"Hm? Oh, no, I'm sorry, I was busy.. talking with my parents." She said, turning away to put her phone in her pocket.

--

"Subjects show high defensive capability. Marking as Secondary. P.D.P.." 24 chirped.

"Continuing test.. dispatching Drop-ships.. loading with Type-C/N strand containers.. Drop ships deployed.." He said, the final stage coming to bear - Quarantine capabilities.

The house-sized ships disembarked from the Assault Carrier armed with a lethal cargo ripped straight from Science's hellish innards.

They quickly flighted down the skies, they were never intended to survive the trip to the ground, but proper deployment was not necessary for this to go into motion.

"I wouldn't know, I am a clone and my best friend is an orphan." Fortu said.

"I'm sorry to hear that.. or.. I don't know if it's something to be sorry about.. clones are an interesting concept" Mavis said.

"So, what is it you wanted?" She asked in a more positive mood.

--


The Dropships spun out of control, tearing themselves apart as they smashed into the ground in a massive explosion.

In the smoke and flames, another chemical flooded out from the strange concoction of substances which were within these ships. Slightly denser than air, it began to spread like a liquid, flooding over the area quickly. The only issue being it was invisible, tasteless, and scentless.

And it loves dead tissue.

[Bone Fort]

"But have you seen them today?... Strange, isn't it?"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"I wouldn't know, I am a clone and my best friend is an orphan." Fortu said.

"I'm sorry to hear that.. or.. I don't know if it's something to be sorry about.. clones are an interesting concept" Mavis said.

"So, what is it you wanted?" She asked in a more positive mood.

"Oh...just to talk. What would you do if you were paid by a shadow organization to destroy a company?" Fortu asked.

[The BranRiech]

"But have you seen them today?... Strange, isn't it?"

"Well I did have work this morning, and I barely went downstairs otherwise."

Bran thought for a moment.

"Wait! Where are you going with this and how do you know their last names?" He inquired rather hostile-like

[Bone Fort]

"... I know their last names because that typically how strangers refer to each other... by last name... Now as to where I am going with this... Please... follow me..."

He gestured to a door.

[The BranRiech]

He gestured to a door.

Bran shrugged.

"There's nothing else to do." He said as he got up and followed the stranger to the door.

[The BranRiech]

The Dropships spun out of control, tearing themselves apart as they smashed into the ground in a massive explosion.

In the smoke and flames, another chemical flooded out from the strange concoction of substances which were within these ships. Slightly denser than air, it began to spread like a liquid, flooding over the area quickly. The only issue being it was invisible, tasteless, and scentless.

And it loves dead tissue.

OOC: I'm sorry I don't check to see people editing their posts!

A squad of Branriech soldiers were patrolling the area, they were assigned to search for remnants of whatever was destroyed by the cannons.

[Bone Fort]

The door opened up to a railyard, strangely enough. They found themselves right next to a track, near a railroad switch and its lever to operate it.

"Tell me, are you familiar with the hypothetical situation known as the Trolley Problem?"

[The BranRiech]

The door opened up to a railyard, strangely enough. They found themselves right next to a track, near a railroad switch and its lever to operate it.

"Tell me, are you familiar with the hypothetical situation known as the Trolley Problem?"

"No . . . Why?"