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The Devil in the Ice (Closed, PMT)

Postby Lenehen » Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:30 am

It was always quiet on Tyran, the largest of the Skrillian Islands but today it was quieter than usual. Tyran was the largest of Lenehen's colonies and it sat in the icy seas of the freezing north, however it's soils were rich and fertile which made the island very valuable. It was as though the island itself hated the settlers, as vines and lichen take hold anywhere and bio-poisons melt the mortar of buildings and thick vines can crush concrete bunkers. Valhallan wolves the size of bears tear apart any who are brave or foolish enough to disturb the slumber of the Great Forrest. Buildings must constantly be rebuilt, it seems that wherever they build the wildlife redoubles its efforts to destroy them, but nothing can break the morale of the colonists. Men from the Islands are Hardy and tough as one would have to be to survive these conditions. Children often learn to shoot before they can walk, and go on to join the Tyrannic Regiments of the Lenehenese military when they are a suitable age.Tyrannic Shock Troopers are well-known for their discipline, marksmanship and stoic sense of self-sacrifice, and are often emulated by other regiments.

Terrible beasts roam the wastelands of Tyran, and small children are often sent to bed with the threat that Old Corrax will eat them if they misbehave. 'Old Corrax' , 'Old One-Eye' or simply just 'Corrax' is amongst the oldest legends on Tyran, and is has become the regions 'bogeyman'. When the first settlers arrived, they were terrified of the winged beasts which ruled the skies and haunted their dreams. When one of these creatures chose a target, it would hunt it down mercilessly and devour them, tearing them apart with their razor-sharp claws and sythed tail. These monsters were never given an official name, but were referred to as 'sky-slashers' or 'Harpies'

Three full Battallions of Lenehenese Guardsmen were called in and a campaign of extermination was undertaken. The creatures were shot from the sky, burned and then had their ashes buried in a mass grave. When they had all been purged, the victorious guardsmen returned to the mainland, and the colony was peaceful again. However, one Harpy had survived the purges and it's reign of terror soon began. This Harpy was different however, it's tail was a hollow tube like the fang of a snake instead of being bladed. It would strike it's victim with its ovipositor and plant several of it's young inside them. Within a few heartbeats these embryos would hatch and explode out of their host in a shower of gore. This Harpy was first sighted at the Corrax Outpost, where it massacred and consumed 120 soldiers. The number of Harpies was swelling, and so another purge was undertaken but nobody could kill Corrax. Finally, at the battle of Steel ridge Corrax reared his ugly head again. Volleys of Las-gun fire failed to pierce the beast's thick chitin plates and soon it was upon the unfortunate guardsmen and tore them to pieces. But when all seemed lost, a humble Corporal by the name of William Cooper drew it's attention and lured it away from the rest of his squad. Although he himself was of Tyrannic stock, eventually he could run no more and was forced to turn and fight this monstrosity. He slashed away with his knife and Corrax slashed with his talons but neither was winning. But at the climax of the battle, Cooper stumbled and fell and like a carrion-bird Corrax was upon him. With his last ounce of strength, the corporal unholstered his las-pistol and fired. In a million-to-one shot the laser punched through the soft flesh of Corrax's eye. The creature howled with pain and lashed out at the corporal, tearing open his right cheek. Finally the the creature, blinded by pain, fell down a ravine, giving one last scream of agony. The remaining guardsmen found the broken body of the Corporal, and once he had recieved medical help, Cooper led the search for Corrax, but found nothing.

Legends say that Corrax is still out there somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to present itself. Most believe it is just a story to scare disobedient children, and it is unlikely that the infamous 'Harpies' or the story's hero 'William Cooper' ever existed. But as we all know, all myths have a basis of truth...
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Postby Lenehen » Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:52 am

9.35AM

Private John Williams had picked the short straw, so it was his turn to be on sentry duty. 'Why should i have to be freezing my ass off in this blizzard when those assholes can relax in the warmth?' He grumbled. It had not been a pleasant week for Williams, his commanding officer did not like him, and Williams had found himself pulling double-shifts almost every day. To make matters worse, the base's radio Antenna had broken in the last storm, so he could not talk to his girlfriend back on the mainland.

"Hey" came a voice from behind him.

Williams turned around to see the smiling face of his buddy Callum Smithson. "Hey" he sighed.

"What's up man?" Callum asked, concerned.

"Just relationship problems man. Its nothing." Williams replied half-heartedly.

"Still think she's cheating on you? Well this will cheer you up; we've been put on patrol duty! No more blizzards, storms or sentry duties! " Smithson smiled triumphantly "We've been moved to the mining duty, but at least it's inside."

Mining duty wasn't the most interesting activity, but the mines were deep underground and the penetrating cold of the snowstorms could not reach them. Mining duty pretty much consisted of patrolling miles of winding tunnels for hours at a time looking for 'suspicious activity'. But it was easy work and the chance of getting killed was significantly lower, and meant that Williams' final 3 months would be more comfortable than the rest of his tour of duty.

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Postby Lenehen » Fri Dec 23, 2011 11:55 am

19.30 PM

Mining duty was just as boring as Williams had imagined, and he couldn't wait to get back to his bunk and rest. The most interesting thing that had happened was confiscating some illegal substances from some miners.Williams glanced at his watch; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. Then a blood-curdling scream pierced the silence - Williams raised his las-gun and walked slowly towards the source of the noise. He burst around the corner just in time to see something slither into the darkness. Standing there in the dim light of his torch was Smithson. He was pale and his blood was pouring from a hole in his chest.

"John I-" he murmured before falling silent again. Suddenly an expression of pure agony contorted his face and his torso exploded in a shower of blood and bone. Small worm-like snakes slithered towards the corpse and began to tear hungrily at Smithson's dead flesh. Horrified, Williams stumbled backwards but was unable to take his eyes off the gruesome spectacle in front of him. Eventually he gathered his wits and ran to the command bunker to tell the other guards. But when he got there he couldn't believe his eyes. Something had torn through 3 inches of reinforced steel and slaughtered the men inside. The room looked more like an abbattoir than an office, blood pooled on the floor and more of those stranged armoured snakes feasted on the corpses.

Without thinking Williams ran for the door, he could see the light of the outside world. He punched in the code for the door-lock and sealed the underground tomb. From his portable computer he found the CCTV footage from the bunker and sent it back to basecamp.

5 minutes later a message was recieved at the main bunker. It contained a single image, but one that shook the men to their very core.

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Postby Lenehen » Fri Dec 23, 2011 12:17 pm

The truth was that after it's battle with the hardy Corporal Cooper, Corrax had retreated to a nearby cave network and had been waiting patiently for it's wounds to heal when it was caught in a flood of spring melt-water from the nearby mountains and was frozen for almost three decades. However the cave network it was hiding in had been discovered by a crew of miners and they attempted to thaw it out and claim the glory and possible bounty for it. However Harpies are hardy creatures and and when it had thawed it proceeded to use the unfortunate miners as hosts for a new generation of harpies. These harpies then attempted to tunnel up to the surface when they came across the infamous mine and it's inhabitants.
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Postby Lenehen » Fri Dec 23, 2011 12:22 pm

20.04 PM

When Williams finally reached the steel fence that surrounded the outpost he felt as though his lungs were about to explode. He was taken inside and he explained to the Colonel what he had seen. Although the long-wave radio transmitter was broken, they could use the short-wave radio to contact any nearby ships. The message was as follows:

To anyone who may be recieving, this is Outpost Epsilon.
We have come under attack by an unknown threat and we fear that we do not have enough troops to survive until re-inforcements arrive.
If you are hearing this message, please respond.
May the emperor watch over us all.
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Postby United Warrisons » Sat Dec 24, 2011 6:52 am

It was night as Maxom, One of the United Warrisons Hover Ships, was cruising near one of the small Lenehense islands on a patrol
mission. It was already past dinner-time and Private Sibil Jackson, along with a few of the other 86 soldiers of Maxom, were playing
cards in the crew quarters.

Taking a sip of his soda, Jackson glanced at the cards in his hand, Full house, Yes! Gonna win some dough now!. The other
five soldiers were sitting in their chairs, all gazing at their cards nervously every once in a while, except for that older soldier
sitting across Jackson, he had a perfect poker face.

Jackson cleared his throat bofore saying, "Five platujs." while slapping a five platuj bill on the table. As if the same thought had
gone through three of soldiers, all three said in a union, "Fold." while putting their cards face-down on the table. Grinning, Jackson
looked at the other soldiers who hadn't folded yet.

After a while, another one of the soldiers sighed and put his cards on the table face-down. Only the older soldier and Jackson
remained. The older soldier put a ten platuj bill on the table, before saying, "Raise. Ten."

Grabbing his soda, Jackson took another sip while thinking, I won! before saying "Full house!" while slamming his cards on
the table. Just as Jackson reached to collect the pot, The older soldier said, "Not so fast, Sibil." while showing his cards. He
grinned a toothy grin before adding, "Straight Flush."

Jackson quickly protested, blubbering "No way! That is the third time you got a straight flush in a row! Rick, Ya sure you didn't
cheat?", The older soldier (Rick) rolled his eyes and pocketed the Platujs.

An hour later...
Nearly midnight, most of the crew had left to sleep. Jackson was one of the only ones awake, he was walking in the corridor
leading to the elevator. As he passed the Communications Room, he overheard a part of monotome voice, "-der attack by an
unknown threat and..."

Fearing that the unknown threat is near them, He quickly walked into the com-room, to find the Ship's commander Zadi standing
over the com-officer, who was sitting in his seat, listening to the message as well. Walking to stand next to Zadi, He listened to the
message.

"-that we do not have enough troops to survive until re-inforcements arrive.", The voice paused for afew moments, "If you are
hearing this message, Please respond. May the emperor watch over us all.". Jackson watched as Zadi sighed, then Zadi said,
"Those are Lenehense troops alright. Send them a message.", before addressing the com-officer to 'get-to-work'.

The officer pressed buttons and pulled some switches, all seeming random to Jackson, before the officer said, "It should go in..
1.. 2... 3.. On air." while passing the microphone to the commander.

The commander spoke into the microphone, "Outpost Epsilon, This is hover-ship Maxom of the United Warrisons.", pausing to
let the computer translate the words into Lenehense, he continued, "We will land four miles west of the Outpost. If possible, send
us possible entry points of the Outpost.", Again waiting for the computer to translate the words, he concluded his speech by saying,
"We will also contact Lenehenese and Warrisonian ships soon.".

Jackson shuddered, while thinking, Why does the 'unknown threat' strike me as evil?.
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Postby Lenehen » Mon Dec 26, 2011 6:23 am

2.34 AM

Williams was sat shivering in the corner, his face was a blank mask and he was desperately trying to remove the image in his head of Callum's death. It was like something from a nightmare - the way his face contorted with agony before his chest burst open and how those, those... things feasted on his body. And the blood, Oh god all that blood. Callum was a good man, he had a wife and two little girls. No-one deserved that fate - least of all him.

"Yes sir, understood" muttered Private Johnson before turning to the Colonel "The good news is a United Warrisons craft is on a routine patrol, they say they can be here in an hour."

The Colonel scowled "Our situation is not that desperate that we need the help of those Warrisons dogs." He spat the word 'Warrisons' as if it was a curseword.

"Sir i beg you to re-consider, whatever it is in the tunnels, it slaughtered over a dozen armed soldiers. Besides," the Private smiled "Those Warrisons soldiers will make good cannon-fodder."

Williams looked up in disgust, 'how can they have such disregard for human life?' he thought. Relations were constantly frosty ever since the invasion about 50 years ago. The invaders had been fought off with the help of Lenehen's allies and compensation had been grudgingly given but no amount of money could ever replace the men and women who died in the attack.

"Right everyone, listen up!" shouted the colonel "Im sending a team to kill those things, and i need volounteers! Johnson, Michaelis, Richards and Burnham get your lasguns and Body armour and head to the mines!"

"Sir they will get slaughtered!" said Williams weakly "Please, just wait for the Warrisons to get here." But as always Williams was ignored and the men walked off to their deaths.

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Dead:13
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Postby Lenehen » Mon Dec 26, 2011 9:43 am

3.01 AM

"Why can't we just fill tunnels with C4 and bring the place down on those things?" asked Pvt Jenkins.

The Colonel smiled at the young soldier's naivity "Son, those mines are worth millions of NS dollars to our government, the techies reckon there's 220 tonnes of platinum ore down there. Alpha this is baseplate, do you copy? Over."

"This is alpha we hear you loud and clear" came the cheerful reply "Sir there's nothing down here, maybe it's gone?"

"Negative, find it and kill it. Have you searched everywhere?"

"Yes sir, like i said- theres nothing here. Wait a minute, Michaelis, where does that door go?"

"Just to the venting room sir."

"We will report again in 5 minutes sir. Johnson out."

The signal from their shoulder-mounted cameras was hazy and there was a lot of intereference.

"Sir im picking up movement on my motion-tracker!" shouted Richards nervously.

"Whats the postion?" Johnson replied.

"All around us sir, multiple signals. They're closing!"

"What's happening in there?" shouted the colonel, staring fiercely at the screen "I can't see anything!"

"More signals!" shouted Richards "About 20 metres out!"

"Where?!" shouted burnham "I can't see shit in here!" Burnham was right, visibility was low with the copious amounts of steam in the air.

"He's right, there's nothing in here!" Michaelis confirmed.

Then suddenly the flickering overhead lights went out and the room was shrouded in darkness.

"What happened?!"

"They cut the power man!"

"How can they cut the power man?! They're just animals!"
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Postby Lenehen » Mon Dec 26, 2011 9:54 am

Without warning, one of the creatures burst from the shadows and grabbed Burnham, dragging him kicking and screaming into the darkness, Johnson could hear his dying screams over the com-net. In seconds another tried to snatch Michaelis but he was too fast for it, he turned and blasted with his lasgun until it fell to the floor smoking. Then as if from nowhere another appeared, and tore open his throat with it's curved claws.

"Jesus christ Johnson, what the hell is going on?!" screamed the Colonel.

"Burnham and Michaelis are down sir!"

"Open fire!"

The soldiers watching this on the 12-inch screen back at the base could barely see anything in the darkness, at least the soldiers fighting had infra-red. They could hear the shouts of the men and the hisses of harpies locked in mortal combat. Bright red lasbolts pierced the shrouding darkness, tearing chunks out of the daemonic creatures but eventually Richards and Johnson succumbed to their wounds and fell to the ground. An uneasy silence filled the room and the men watching the 12-inch screen did not know what to say. But Williams did.

"Somehow 'I told you so' doesn't quite cut it." he muttered, looking up "Now do you see what those things can do? We should hold our position and wait for the Warrisons soldiers to arrive!"

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Postby Carloso » Mon Dec 26, 2011 11:21 am

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On the island a freighter belonged to Carloso was docked ready for a load of wheat from Tyran. It was on a tight schedule and had only 7 hours to get from the island to Carloso. Nearby one of the beasts was attacking a sailor and eventually killed him with noting but a handful of bones and a cigar remaining. The eggs it lay in the sailor hatched and the small beasts scuttled into a crate that was full of wheat and was about to be loaded on the ship. A forklift came and picked the crate up and brought it over to a place were a huge crane could pick it up. The crane picked it up and stacked it with other crates and after 15 minutes the ship departed.

On the journey the beasts awakened and cut a hole in the crate allowing them to get out. They scuttled out of the room and began walking down the corridor. George, a sailor whistled as he walked down the corridor and stopped abruptly in his step and he stared at the three young beasts that were also staring at him. He mistook them for lizards and walked over to pick them up. One of them attacked and dug a claw into his chest killing him slowly and painfully before laying dozens of eggs inside him. He screamed loudly and the whole ship could hear it. Soon red lights flashed all over the ship and sirens cried out. The sailors grabbed rifles and machine guns that were located on numerous places on the ship. The infection on-board was rapidly spreading with 3 beasts becoming 46 beasts in an hour. The beasts fought a vicious battle with the sailors that lasted for hours with heavy losses on both sides.

The Carlossian and Lenehenese navies were called in and dispatched dozens of soldiers on board. If they were to infest this ship and take it over, they could infest Carloso then the ICAC. This infestation had to be stopped. Eventually the whole ship was evacuated and although barely able to stay afloat was completely infested by 527 beasts all young. The navies pointed their guns at the freighter and the commander in the submarines were ready to give the order to fire their torpedoes.
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Postby Lenehen » Mon Dec 26, 2011 1:49 pm

3.21 AM

Meanwhile a squad of Warrisons soldiers were flying over the icy seas of the Tyrannic coast to come to the aid of a dozen Lenehenese guardsmen. They had all heard the propoganda- Lenehenese soldiers murdering Warrisons troops and eating them, they said the Lenehenese took their most violent criminals and sent them to the frontlines instead of putting them in prison but most sensible people knew it was just lies meant to stir up hatred, the Lenehenese government probably did the same. Jackson gazed out of the window at the churning water- who would build cities this far into the wilderness? he wondered. Some of the other soldiers were playing a card game on the floor of the helicopter, another was praying and a the commander was sleeping. Jackson had never really liked his CO- he was arrogant and apathetic to the needs of the men under his command.

Back at the outpost tensions were running high, for all they knew the warrisons soldiers would kill them as soon as they let them inside - of the Ministry of Propoganda was to be believed, the Warrisons soldiers were little more than animals. They said that they would kill civilians just to tear out any gold teeth, as using Red Cross medics as target practice. When the helicopter came into the range of the base's radar Andrews was forced to give directions to their pilot, as the snow-storm was getting heavier by the minute. Williams was not looking forward to meeting their CO- Warrisons officers were known for being pompous and arrogant. Williams' father had told him of when he had served under the famed Sergeant William Cooper at the siege of Angel Gate- and of an officer by the name of Anazad Esfahani who was responsible for the cold-blooded murder of over 8,000 Lenehenese civilians.

The Warrisons helicopter was now hovering over the base desperately trying to find the landing pad in the storm. But out of the freezing rain came a creature who threw itself at the hull and tore at it with its claws. Without thinking Jackson pulled out his side-arm and shot it dead but more came and began to tear through the steel hull of the helicopter.

"Kill them!" roared the Colonel ferociously.

"We can't sir." replied Williams "It's too risky, we might kill the men inside!"

"If we dont intervene soon there wont be any soldiers left to defend! All lascannon batteries, open fire!"

Bolts of light pierced the sky and one by one the harpies fell to the ground but for every one that died, another took it's place. Suddenly a harpy burst through the reinforced glass of the cockpit and slashed at the pilot, causing the helicopter to rapidly lose altitude.

"On my mark, three, two ,one JUMP!" shouted cooper as the helicopter exploded into a ball of flame behind them. For most of them the snow had broken their fall but their CO was not so lucky, and was knocked unconcious by impact. One by one they picked themselves up and ran towards the safety of the bunker.
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Postby United Warrisons » Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:26 pm

The remaining soldiers ran towards the bunker, one of the U.W.E.T soldiers arrived first and bumped into the door, before he
repeatly tried to open the door but with no success. He banged his hand on the door, yelling, "Open the fucking door!" whilst still
trying to open the door.

The other soldiers along with Jackson reached the door as well, and just as if the Lenehenese were timing the moment, the door
was unlocked and opened by a few Lenehense troops on the other side. The soldier who had arrived first barged in, with the rest
of the squad following suit. Jackson quickly pushed the door, just before a Lenehenese troop locked the door.

Ragged breathing was heard as the remaining U.W.E.T squad tried to catch their breathes, One of them turned to Jackson and
said, "I swear, Lenehenese are nothing but fucking trouble!" while leaning with one arm on the closed Outpost door, and his short
speech was accompannied by six nods from the other soldiers. The soldier who didn't nod muttered, "What the hell were those
things?".

Jackson shook his head, clutching his Wark rifle, saying, "You tell me.". The oldest soldier of the squad, Usef, silently swore,
"Just one word, One word about Warrisonian dogs and I will rip their fucking guts!". Two Lenehenese which Jackson couldn't
recognize arrived, each armed. The older of the two said something in a strange language, presumely Lenehenese. Jackson turned
to face the only soldier in their squad who understood some Lenehenese, Teymor, just to see the other members of the squad were
also gazing at him.

Teymor, visibly nervous, cleared his throat and said, "Well, They said..."
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Postby Lenehen » Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:51 pm

"i told you those warrisonian dogs were useless" laughed andrews "look, they can't have ran more than a hundred metres and they are already out of breath."

"yeah, fucking lot of good these guys are gonna be fighting those things out there" his partner chuckled. "i bet these warrisonian dogs think-" unfortunately he did not get a chance to finnish his sentence as Jacksons fist had collided with his jaw. Andrews smashed the butt of his rifle into the side of his head and he collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor. Both sides raised their rifles at one-another suspiciously but no-one dared to fire. Seeing the problem, cpl Williams marched over and scowled at his squad. He walked over to Jackson and heaved him to his feet. Jackson was a little embarassed and did not look the corporal in the eye until he was back with his teammates. Williams turned around to Andrews and smiled who grinned back triumphantly.

williams turned to the Warrisons soldiers, "parlez fancais?" he got several blank looks from the warrisons. He tried again, "hablais espanol?" again, blank looks. The silence was deafening.

"do you speak english?" although it was not the official language of Lenehen, all solders, pilots and policeman had to be fluent in english, the international language of diplomacy.

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Dead: 17
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Postby Lutvikkia » Mon Dec 26, 2011 4:23 pm

" Steady as she goes Mr. Waycamp. "
The hum of the engines was broken by the crackle of the radio officer.
" Bridge this is Comm. We have a Priority Two signal. A non inferance S.O.S., sounds real. "
The Captain, Serveran D'ewault, was a seasond veteran. This being the shakedown cruise of the first Lutvikkia naval derigeable was no test of his proven metal. A call for help, now that was what he joind for, what he was bread and groomed for.
" Mr Thyddeus, being us to course one-zero-three. And notify Engineering were going to full throttle! "
Deep within the aft of the massive airship the Tricipricating engines vibrated as they spun to full power.
" Get me the Bloodhound unit on board. Were a goin huntin. "
The airship manuvered towards the frosty island with ease, as if it were born to do so.
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Postby United Warrisons » Tue Dec 27, 2011 1:43 pm

Usef, the oldest private, said "Finally! I was beginning to think that nobody knew English in this outpost!". Jackson grumbled and
rubbed the spot on his head that the lasrifle-butt had collided with, Just with what did they make the rifles that Its soooo hard..
.

Barely half an hour had passed and the six man squad finished a tour of the Outpost, offered by the reluctant Lenhenese. Not really
offered, more like forced by the Warrisonians. After the tour was finished, the squad departed to their respective beds, beds
which looked exactly like normal beds but were painted to look like normal beds.

Teymor, the only billingual soldier in the squad, groaned as he lied on his bunker, before saying, "Why the hell are these metallic?
And who the hell painted the bunkers to disguise them as beds?". Usef chuckled while sitting on his own bunker, "Oh come on, it is
not like the pil-" while he lied down and banged his head on his pillow, which turned out to be metallic too, "-low is made of Iron. Ok,
It is." as he jumped away from his bunker rubbing his head.

Jackson, the only one who still hadn't went to sleep in his bunker, was standing and looking at his bunker suspiciously, whilst
searching it, persumely for booby traps. Deciding to cut the long work short, Jackson leaned his Wark gun near his bunker and lied
on his comfortable bunker and tried to relax on the metallic pillow, before pulling the blanket, which was thankfully not made
of metal, on himself. Boy was he going to be cold with him sleeping on metal.

He was sleeping peacefully, or as peacefully as it gets while sleeping on metal and having the constant threat of weird flying
creatures impregnating and making babies using human flesh. He was sure he heard something like "Im going to the bathroom"
during his sleep, but he was asleep anyway. At least he was until a scream interrupted him. He quickly jumped up and grabbed
his gun, only to see the others were already awake and prepared.

Jackson quietly whispered to Usef, who was beside him, "Shit, what was that?", Usef responded by shooking his head and shrugging
his shoulders afterwards, clutching his Wark gun tightly.
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Postby Lenehen » Tue Dec 27, 2011 2:09 pm

Outside, more and more creatures were begining to converge on the base, attracted by the warmth and the smell of prey. By the door stood two soldiers, one lenehenese and one warrisons. They were sharing cigarettes and anecdotes about their lives and families and their hatred of each other was nullified by their hatred of a common enemy. A shriek was heard and the both looked to the skies a fraction of a second before a harpy swooped down and carried off the poor warrisonian soldier. His friend attempted to shoot his attacker but eventually he was out of a lasgun's range and he was forced to accept his friend's demise. But his bad luck continued as another descended from the clouds and began to tear at his torso but was beaten back by a volley of las-bolts from jackson and the rest of the warrison soldiers. Jackson looked at the corpse with pity, but there was no time to mourn as the Lenehenese were quickly arriving. Williams looked at the blood, the burns on the ground and wall from lasgun fire and finally to the dead Lenehenese soldier, surrounded by grinning warrisonians. He unholstered his laspistol and held it against Jackson's head. ''you've got a lot of explaining to do!'' he snarled.

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Postby Lutvikkia » Tue Dec 27, 2011 4:50 pm

After playing back the message Captain D'ewault ordered the ship to the deck.
" Mr Waycamp get us as close to fifty meters as you can. "
Just then a panicked voice came over the comm.
" Bridge this is Sensors. Sir we have twenty-five inbound unidentified units.....they read as.......biologics? sir? "
Captain D'ewault looked over to his First officer.
" Mr. Rahychamp? "
He jumped to the bridge sensor station.
" Cap, not our bunch, Kestrials don't read as biologics. And even if they did, only eleven are sheduled to harras us. "
They did not have long for the contacts arrived.
" Damn! they'r huge! "
And as the crew shrank in fear, the Helmsman quoted.
" And ugly ta boot. "
The airship rocked heavily to the port side. The Captain steped into action.
" Damn! I don't make enough to pay for this bird. Loose the phalanx repeller guns, and the twenty milimeter boufors. "
A hail of bullets rang out from all sides. Slamming into the creatures doing little damage.
" Sir the guns are having no effect, what should we do now? "
He rubbed his chin in thought.
" Drop the Bloodhound team on a P.O.D. and spin up the sonic cannons. "
The ships Political officer looked at the Captain with horrer on his face.
" You would risk this ship with those un tried weapons? Believe me Captain this will go in my report. "
The Captain rose from his chair as another hit shok the vessel.
" Now you listen to me Mr. Thyddaus, I, not you I command this ship, and I not you will give the orders. If you ,not I ,wish to run to your room and cower under the blankets and write home to mummy, go right ahead. But I must warn you that will go into my report. And I can assure you that deserting your post will look a whole lot nastier than my use of an untested weapon on a shakedown cruise. DROP THE POD !! "
The whole bridge replied, YES SIR! "
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Postby Lenehen » Fri Dec 30, 2011 1:03 pm

Jackson attempted to explain himself but the words got caught in his throat, but before Williams could pull the trigger a scream was heard from inside. The noise seemed to have sobred Williams and he forgot his bloodlust for the moment. He looked at Jackson with tired eyes and handed him his lasrifle "Come on, lets find out what that was" he said sternly.

He turned to his Corporal, "If any of them move" he said gesturing to the dis-armed Warrisons "don't hesistate to put a las-bolt through their skulls."

The duo set off through the labyrinthine corridoors of the outpost until they arrived at the command bunker, where they were greeted with an eerie silence. Williams punched in the code for the door and they saw why it was now so quiet. Williams walked through the puddles of blood and around the human remains before turning to see the slumped figure of the Warrisons Captain cowering in the corner, his smart black uniform stained with blood. Jackson ran towards him, "Sir, what happened?".

It seemed that the previous attack was just a distraction and whilst the soldiers were away a lone harpy had gained access via an disused incinerator chute and had proceeded to tear through the unfortunate inhabitants of the bunker. The loss of the colonel and his bodyguard would be a blow, but the most devestating loss was the loss of the recently repaired radio antenae, it seemed the harpy had savaged the control panel to prevent the survivors calling for help. Williams turned to Jackson,''' I don't think we have a simple infestation here'' he said quietly. The two were silent for a few moments before they went to bring the rest of their squads inside to the safety of the bunker, both were aware of the severity of the situation; the dead now outnumbered the living. Williams was right, this was no simple infestation.

Meanwhile in the dark recesses of the base, the harpy lurked. It would wait for an opportunity to present itself, but for the meantime it would wait and watch.

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Dead:24
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Postby United Warrisons » Fri Dec 30, 2011 1:34 pm

Jackson cursed loudly, "The fuck, who the fuck are they?", before Williams exhaled a breath before merely responding, "Harpies
out of control.". They, along with the rest of the Warrisonian and Lenehenese squad, were walking down the corridor to enter the
inner bunker. As they arrived, Teymor felt something was amiss, after a brief period, Teymor, exclaimed, "Guys, where is Sosam?".

Usef, the highest ranking soldier, quickly looked around said, "He was right behind us." before cursing and running back into the
corrider. Jackson yelled, "Wait!" before realizing it was useless and he ran after Usef, clutching his Wark gun tightly. No sooner
had he arrived as he say Usef was just standing half-way through the corridor, on a closer look, there was a pool of blood on the
ground, along with a cut-off hand.

Usef turned around and ruffled his hair before cursing and banging his feet. Jackson watched the scene wearily. Almost immediately,
a pair of sharp nails cut into Usef's back from above, before a harpy-like creature crawled out of the airway, whilst still clutching
Usef's bleeding body.

Jackson's eyes grew wide and he pointed his gun at the harpy, opening fire. No sooner had he done that, The harpy lifted it's one
feet holding Usef's body. using the body as a shield, and all of the bullets ripped through Usef's body. After the firing ceased, The
harpy tossed Usef's dead body and quickly crawled into the airway again. Jackson yelled "Fuck you!" before shooting randomly at the
airways.

The rest of the squad arrived, before looking grimly at Usef's dead body. Jackson kept firing his gun at the airways, and soon his
ammo was depleted. He threw his gun aside and cursed, before angrily banging his fist on the wall and moving away from the
dead body, cursing the harpy again.
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Postby Lutvikkia » Mon Jan 02, 2012 1:28 pm

Deep within the hold - The drop klaxon sounded.
" Thats it boys wer'a goin hunt'n so mount up you sissys! "
The team clamored into the drop pod, just as soon as the door was secured the pod fell away.
" Pods away sir! "
" Climb dammit climb! "
The great airship gave a shudder as all engines went to full power.
" Here it comes in for another strike! "
" What the hell is it? "
The comm system came alive with chatter as most of the vessels crew saw the great and horrible thing.
" It's a dragon! " Exclamed the navigation officer.

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Postby Lenehen » Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:21 pm

Once the mess had been cleared up, and the men had been reunited, the survivors barricaded themselves inside the command bunker. Plasti-steel plates had been welded over vents and ducts, doors were welded shut until there was only one entrance to the room. The rooftop multi-laser batteries were back online and slowly pecked away at the swarms of Harpies circling the base. Williams was discussing a 'plan' with Jackson and those other Warrisons scum, how could he betray us like that?. Corporal Mcdowell had had enough of Command's lies and betrayals.

From behind him Williams heard a lascarbine being cocked, he turned to see the traitorous Corporal glaring at him, gun in hand. "Mcdowell! What is the meaning of this?!" He roared.

Mcdowell smiled "We've had enough of your tyranny sir. I am relinquishing you of command."

"We?" asked Williams, reaching for his sidearm.

"Keep your hands where i can see them!" Mcdowell shouted, before regaining his calm "Im not the only one sir; Me, Schefers, Richardson, Calvert and Foster are staging a mutiny."

Williams ignored the gloating satisfaction with which he had said the last sentance. "Do you expect me to believe-"

Before he could finnish his sentance a harpy burst out of a venting-duct ('I thought we welded that shut?' thought Jackson bitterly 'Typical shoddy Lenehenese workmanship'), sensing prey. Mcdowell turned and blasted it with his rifle but the disctraction gave Williams enough time to unholster his laspistol. He blasted at the fleeing rebels but hit none. It seems they had another enemy now.

20 minutes later a broadcast was made from Epsilon outpost, two kilometers south of the base. It seemed that Calvert had managed to repair the Long-Wave Vox Radio (LVR).

"To all who may be recieving, we're through with Command.
You want to call that defection?
Fine, we were dead men anyway, at least Mcdowell promises something in return.
If we see anyone, anyone within a mile of here, we'll bury them in ordnance.
Join us, and free yourselves."

Alive: 20 (10+5+5)
Dead:24
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Postby Lutvikkia » Mon Jan 09, 2012 9:54 pm

Toothie calld out to Cavern.
" Sir incom. "
"To all who may be recieving, we're through with Command.
You want to call that defection?
Fine, we were dead men anyway, at least Mcdowell promises something in return.
If we see anyone, anyone within a mile of here, we'll bury them in ordnance.
Join us, and free yourselves."
Cavern stood there for a moment and played the message over in his head.
" Whoever they are that sounds like a desperate plea for help. And either way were goin in. Toothie make contact. "
Calling down from a rock outcroping.
" Cavern this is Kilz, I have a visual on a swarm twenty klicks to the East of us. "
Cavern nodded and peered through his binocs.
" Alright people, gear up and lets make this happen! "

Sniper - Trischa Hellmsa Lt "Kilz"
Mecic - Orikono Todashi Lt "Patches"
Driver - Victoria Espinoza Sgt 1st "Treads"
Heavy gunner - Gronnald Hayzzar Sgt "Bomber"
Machine gunner - Stiles Manndish Cmdr "Cavern"
Machine gunner - Billy Sannders Cpl "Clip"
Mechanic - Miguel Sanchez Sgt "Tools"
Communications - Ruthie Bevins Cpl "Toothie"
Translator - Kokowa Hideshi Cpl "Lips"
Explosives/demolitions - Savahanna Armstrong Mst Sgt"Thunder"

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Postby Lutvikkia » Thu Jan 19, 2012 11:02 pm

The trek was proving to be difficullt. For every inch gaind another two were lost.
" Damn I hate mountain climbing. "
" Let;s keep the chatter to a minimum Treads. "
She looked over to Bomber, im jus'ayin a big truck or tank would grind this rabbit food to pulp, and we'd be makin betta time, sir. "

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Postby Lutvikkia » Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:53 pm

TWO HOURS LATER
OVER HALF WAY UP THE MOUNTAIN

'Patches' calls out to thr team.
" Let's make camp here, before this altitude can effect us. "
The team leader stops and looks back.
" You tired doc? or you just tired od stairing at 'Tools' ass? "
The group all laughed and started breaking out the pup tents and canned heat.
" 'Kilz','Clip' you take first watch. "
They both saluted and answered in unison,
" Roger. "
Then everyone settled in for a long night.

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Postby Lutvikkia » Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:14 pm

"We should reach Outpost Epsilon by midday tomorrow. Sundown at the latest."

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