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Anomaly of the North [IC]

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Anomaly of the North [IC]

Postby Janpia » Tue Jan 03, 2023 1:35 am

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Anomaly of the North



"...And in its glory, it unsheathes its white flesh before fading into the darkness..."
- Me probably







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The smell of ocean salt freshens the light yet grim mood surrounding the once-sleepy districts of Santaral island, as faint cold winds and dark skies envelop the island's surroundings. A small boat zips through the water just a few kilometers from it, dividing the rocky waves as it makes its way to the chosen ports. One can look around and see small Noterburg-Class FACs guarding the waters, almost eerily looking over the small boat or the horizons of the island. Nonetheless, a mysterious man dressed in white CBRN gear with a Janpian flag patch on his shoulders operates the boat, going nameless as his identity hides beneath his goggles. His passengers? Some armed (or unarmed) research expeditionaries looking for a big price in the name of research and development. Over their windows, one can see Mt. Pojukai standing dominantly over the island, wearing some cape-like fog on the summit. Beneath it is a small town, lifeless and abandoned. Going forward, the man in CBRN gear carefully navigates through the rough waters, trying to avoid the boat getting grounded as it makes its way to the port.

Stepping down, you arrived at either the Port of Ereno or the Port of Huscha. The town is...cold. There were no signs of life or activities besides the noise of the crashing waves or rustling leaves. As your equipment and a few of your fellow expeditionaries were dropped off, the man in CBRN gear gave a small look back, his face almost expressionless due to his outfit. He gave a slight nod and unharnessed the ship from the dock. Now, you are on your own.... sealing your fate into the island by your own actions. The objectives are clear but, the future is dim. Prior to that, a small note was slipped into your hand, giving you a bit of an understanding of this "failed experiment"


Item received:

Janpian Union of Revolutionary Intelligence Center
(JURIC)




RESEARCH REPORT : EXPEDITIONARIES ONLY



DUE NOTE: Blacked-out messages within this paper were applied to protect the creature's identity and as part of the confidentiality agreement contract.

Name: Alyana Ulyari
Age: 22
Occupation: Former member of the Kalinka Guards Unit
Species: Unidentified



FOLLOWED-UP HYPOTHESIS REPORT:
The recent events at Santaral Island have indicated that a research material supposed to go to Sansakan Island was misplaced or mismatched by the Oceanian authorities, backdropping the entire cover-up plot of the research. JURIC field agents prior to the lockdown have reported that a white slithering creature erupted at Tesugra District, or more specifically from Alyana Ulyari's room in Apartment B-2. Our agents noted a few weaknesses in the subsequent attack, all before the communication was cut down throughout the island. Among them is that the Coomritch is more oblivious to assault rifle rounds (5.45x39 rounds, 7.5 FK), yet easily harmed by burning, or explosive reactions. The experiment was also reported to directly swallow living beings alive, save for those fighting back, who were often killed and left alone uneaten. The subject can run up to a reported speed of 12 to 19 kmph and can camouflage in its surroundings to await its target.

However, the agents have also reported that our Mauser or battle rifle rounds can damage the subject's flesh, but it is hypothesized that it can slowly regenerate its parts after eating any targets. It has also been noted that any damage done within the creature can weaken its ability to run or utilize its organs, and can have its energy lost. Duly note that the research is supposed to be part of the Sansakan genetic CG experiment; the target can be distinguished from having tentacles, red horns, and red spines, as based on our agent's eye witness reports. It stands 6 feet tall, while a few others reported that it is around 5'9 in height. It has a great sense of hearing, which according to Agent Stovka at Ereno Park, it can hear the heartbeats of hiding victims and sense even the smallest rat. However, he hypothesized that a high pitch noise can help weaken the coomritch due to its high sense of hearing.

Our agents have also reported that a few eldritch that pops up whenever the creature goes, which can jump up to 8 feet high, and run at around 24 kmph. Our agents have noted the effectiveness of assault rifle rounds on killing these eldritch, which can be distinguished from its low 4 feet height and stands on 2 or 4 legs, as opposed to the target experiment which utilizes its tentacles. It also has 4 tentacles at its back, which it uses to strangle or stab its victims. These eldritch have also been noted for rushing at their target, and the ability to communicate and coordinate by making croaking noises. As reported, these eldritch may come alone or in swarms to kill their targets.





OOC:
Backstory is in the OOC thread! But anywho, you got 2 landing choices. Or spawn for that matter. That is, the Port of Ereno, or the Port of Huscha. So grab your gun, load the ammunition, and have fun! Oh and don't forget your map!

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Postby GreatOceania » Tue Jan 03, 2023 7:17 am

Custodian Cleaners specialized groups for the OSDRT who are sent down into various tunnels and stations to perform cleanups, retrieval, and S&D missions all while facing the various horrors down there making them one of the units with an high casualty rates it would be smart to send them to Sanataral however it was outside of Oceania’s borders and so it wouldn’t be wise idea to send a group but it was better to send one dude out to clean the mess up and remove any evidence and who was to do all that? A man name Ian Roger commonly called Torp having worked with the OSDRT and having deal with their bullshit no wonder he became their go-to person.

Arriving at Port Ereno the man cladded in a black uniform face hidden with a 2 hole balaclava gotten off the boat making sure to grab his stuff and loading all his weapons with ammunition from his OLR-L rifle down to his Sten Gun and COP Model A pistol all loaded didn’t want be caught with an empty gun like last time.

“Maybe I should’ve brought an KCR that note did said the creature was oblivious to assault rifle rounds I don’t think 9 mill would do a lot of damage I’ll just have to see for myself” he said looking down at his gun before looking back up and started walking his way into the town of Ereno.

“This place is quieter than the abandoned stations and population centers combined I wonder what happened to everyone despite the small population size there would still be some people left and wait didn’t that note say an agent encountered it here in the park? Alright then place of interest acquire” He said once again to no one

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Postby Aerlanica » Tue Jan 03, 2023 12:43 pm

GreatOceania wrote:-snip-


Shadowing Ian, was another man from another specialised group tasked with protecting various isolated towns from beasts that came from wastelands birthed from chemical, biological and incendiary weapon and the crazed, mutated beasts or mentally destabilised folk who came from it; a Waste-Ranger. This man wore a tangled assortment of cloths and rags assembled over and on a large coat with a hood, with the intention to, if he were to lie down, appear as a pile of cloth scrap and rubble. The only defining features on him, including his kevlar (and only kevlar) stab vest, pack and fatigues (which appeared quite thick and most hard to bite through) was a small flag (as seen marking this nation). His Gasmask (at least it's visor) was kept in shadow, but his strange rifle was not;

"It's a SABR MK12, that stands for Semi-Automatic Bridgefield Rifle, that is." He would cheerily tell anyone inquisitive to ask, with an accent that sounded like he was from tenesse, despite insisting he was, instead, from a region known as "Hartia" within the "Federation of Aerlanica". Indeed, the rifle was made by Bridgefield, an arms company no one had heard of, despite the impressive quality of the Marksman Rifle in the posession of this man. William Smith, "specifically, Colour Sergeant William Smith of the Second Hazardous Environment Light Infantry" as he would state, was a polite, cheery individual despite often exhausting a conversation purely from his inherently introverted nature. "Dearest Apologies," he murmured, "but between shootin' foxes since I's was a boy on my pa and ma's farm, and shootin' folk fightin' for the NAP, that's National Aerlanica Party, I didn't have much time for speakin' with folk my age."

He didn't mind, however it appeared that he at least had some folk to go back to; he posessed a photo upon his form, and he seemed quite keen to both look at it himself, and keep the other individuals aboard the boat away from it.

He was walking behind Ian with an uncharacteristic silence now, Rifle held crossways along his chest. Every piece of equipment was bound twice in string to his pack and thrice in cloth rags, as well as rags even on top of his puttee's to dampen even further the whispering sound of his footfalls.

Before Ian had left the port, he heard a soft voice murmur behind him.

"Wait, slow up now."

Ian turned to face this man and raise an eyebrow.

"You ain't gon' walk right into that there silent place all proud like, aren't you?" William asked in a whisper, gesturing in the direction of where the Custodian Cleaner was walking, "Haven't y'all seen them horror flicks? It's always the folk who saunter all proud like into the middle of a wide open space, who see the giant death monster and say 'Y'all gon' have to take a look at this' before boom! dead, and often in a most unsavoury manner."

If there was anyone with him, he would give a nod to them. Ignoring the fact he refered to a very complicated and clandestine operation off the books of any government as like a horror movie, he continued.

"What we all need to do is figure out a plan, see? We got these guns, why we headin' out to find this thing? Sure we can wander around, but...wouldn't it be easier to have it come to us, and have us have the defenders advantage? Or at least don't go alone so you can have an extra pair of eyes on it so you don't get eaten."
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Postby Neo-Western East Korea » Tue Jan 03, 2023 12:51 pm

As she stepped onto the island (at her chosen destination, Huscha), Alexa lit up another smoke with the lighter in her thumb, and took in her surroundings for a moment.

Place was as empty as expected considering what had happened, and as such she had free-ish reign of the area, presuming the target or anything related to it wasn’t around here.

She supposed it would still be somewhat irrelevant if the target was here, considering she was decently confident that since it was relatively weak to bombs and bullets it could be taken out without TOO much issue, compared to some of the shit the eggheads had almost let out before.

Checking that all of her equipment was ready (it was) she decided to secure a “forward operating base” (an apartment room she could fortify decently enough to be useful in future if she needed time to heal and somehow survived for long enough to get back).

After a few hour’s work with no major issues, she had found a room near her entrance point she had barricaded up decently, and decided to go out and explore the city a bit more, seeing what there was to see.

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Postby Gonswanza » Tue Jan 03, 2023 1:19 pm

Jessica was suited up, though her BAA already had integrated CBRN systems included upon it, with a respirator that was installed as an experimental system prior to the trip. Regardless, she checks her machine gun, noting the belt it was loaded with, then her PDW-75, before the boat hits the Port of Huscha. Sure she had everything she needed, but she still checked her devices anyways, even the flare gun. All ready, green, fully operational.

Of course, she'd note the Neo-Korean, but she said nothing as her augmented reality systems boot up, with data being fed via a drone being flown over for support. An eye in the sky, that would map out the island, then any hotspots of interest, before highlighting everything for her. In short, she's been given x-ray vision... And a ghostly outline around allies. She's all business however, stepping off the boat and onto dry land, being quick to raise her weapon and whistle over to her.

"You! Take point. I'll follow. If you need suppressing fire I'm the one to deliver. Don't throw me to the wolves now! Oh, and call me Rabbit."
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Postby GreatOceania » Tue Jan 03, 2023 2:46 pm

Aerlanica wrote:el snip


Torp turnaround to the person who called out to him he looked the guy up and down before hearing him what has to say.

“Me proud? Nah I been in situations like this and seen people die in well unsavory manners call me the proud guy however I’m just a guy with knowledge that’ll help me deal with this problem here I don’t mind the idea of setting a makeshift base however wanting the thing out here comes to us is a bad idea” he said turning back around and started walking off “I already have a plan I’m heading on over to the Ereno park the note we got said it was last seen there on top of that I would like to see if there is any corpses left behind now if you want to come with me that’s on you”

However he wasn’t done yet as suddenly stopped and pointed William

“And if my worst fears are true the defender’s Advantage becomes the defender’s disadvantage now we must make haste we got places to be I’ll tell you more once we reach the park” once again started walking off.

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Postby Alabaster » Tue Jan 03, 2023 2:59 pm

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Port of Huscha, Janpia
Lindsey Blanchet
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Lindsey was tempted not to light one of her four cigars once land came into view. Nothing but the vast coastal urban decay to greet her wide curious eyes, surprisingly well rested and vitalized to observe her upcoming mission. It was not in her control however when the small dinghy sloshed around in the water in spite of her paddling. Her arms were aching slightly, but she continued onward, stepping onto land and leaving the wooden boat and paddles for Mother Nature to decide its fate. With her AKM ready along with her fully stocked load bearing harness, she only needed to flick the safety off and immediately proceeded into the nearest building.

The vacant confines of an empty motel complex was nothing short of comforts in the abandoned coastal city. But the first thing that Lindsey did was check each and every motel room, both floors and even the custodian closets, finding nobody inside. It was an all too familiar and tedious task fraught with suspense and possible sudden death, yet it was worth the brief nap once she returned to the second floor and occupied the farthest room from the office. From her door or window, she had a clear view of the office beyond the railing and parking lot. Despite the locked door, however, she dared not to sleep on the bed, instead placing one of the pillows under the covers while she slept behind the door, which itself was slightly cracked.

It was only a few hours later, groaning from having been crouching on the floor, she snuck downstairs and found a vending machine, its goods nicely displayed behind the glass … or what’s left of them. Candy bars? Nope, not going for that. Chips? Nope, even if there were a couple bags left. Peanuts? Oooh, don’t mind if she reaches inside, or at least before using her right boot to smash the glass. A minute later, upon tearing the bag of salted peanuts, she cringed rather slightly, eating a few more peanuts before ‘accidentally’ dropping the nuts around an adjacent corner of the staircase. Anyone who turned the corner upon heading upstairs would immediately step on the nuts, partially masked by the fallen plaster or dust strewn about the concrete floor.

“Oh…!” The female Alabasten operative said quietly yet fascinated, seeing and flicking the light switch in her room. “They have electric lights?”

A long pause starting at the overhead and a few careful sniffs confirmed her answer. “Yeah, it’s not gas. I guess the heater is not even gas either.”

Indeed it was true when she crouched next to the adjacent AC/Heating unit and inspected its entirety. “Ugh, it’s all electric.”

So, she left it alone and returned to hiding behind the door, unfolding three pieces of stapled paper written by an Alabasten typewriter. After reading it, she flicked her lighter alit and burnt the briefing, clearly instructed to destroy the information after reading it. So, she reached and brought a cigar to her lips, and when she lifted the lighter…

CRUNCH!

“Already…” She muttered internally before hurriedly removing the cigar, blowing the zippo out and plopping it onto the bed. Somebody is near…

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Postby Aerlanica » Tue Jan 03, 2023 9:40 pm

GreatOceania wrote:-snip-


William Smith shrugged as Torp began wandering towards the park. In all ernest, William was a bit unsure as to Torp's actual plan; Waste-Rangers were trained to set up ambushes, sneak up on their targets, remain and move unseen and so forth, thus making walking towards a park, a possibly green park, not exactly helpful for William; Aerlanica hadn't had so much as a sprig of anything green since the height of the Civil War, and thus his camoflage was mainly grey and grey-brown in colouration. While such a flektarn fabric was definately helpful in urban environments, William knew the wilderness of the island and any urban green space would be asking for a bullet, or a maw, to bite him in the ass unless he pretended to be a rock or a pile of trash.

Still, Waste-Rangers worked best in teams, and while William certainly could operate on his own, he was quite partial to living, and this Torp fellow didn't seem too half bad and at least had some idea what he was doing; William wasn't ever the most pragmatic of individuals and garnered the nickname "William Wait-and-See." He also was a most curious individual, and very inquisitive, and thus his initial curiosity wanted to hear what this man had to say.

So, hoping he wasn't marching himself to his death, William followed a few meters behind Torp; not far enough away for Torp to think William had left him in the lurch, but not close enough that they'd both die to any weapon that could affect an area. Not only that, William constantly scanned the surrounding area in an irregular pattern; a few seconds over his left shoulder, a brief scan of where he was putting his next foot before looking for five seconds over Torp's right, another to seconds to his left before snapping his head quickly to the right, then back to the left, and so forth.

Torp himself had to occasionally look over his shoulder to make sure this strange man was following him; despite the equipment he carried, he somehow managed to move with deathly silence. He also wondered if William was having a minor aneurism, or was aflicted with Generalised Anxiety Disorder, with how he looked about.
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Welcome to Aerlanica! the resident punching bag of the entire universe! God forsakes us, Hell hates us, Tech is stolen by us, fascists fear us and NS stats are ignored by us. Come for the democracy! Stay for the Fanaticism!

We don't "Steal Tech"

No no no no no.

We Secretly Transfer Equipment to Alternative Locations, and they just so happen to be your army's equipment...

...which we arbitrarily acquired without acquiring prior consent.

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Postby Janpia » Wed Jan 04, 2023 6:17 am

Port of Ereno:
The port is somewhat calm and cool, yet eerily silent as Torp and William walk along the front of the empty 2-story buildings. Unlike the earlier gloomy weather, the Port of Ereno seems a bit sunnier, with partial bits of cloudy. The crisscrossed streets are littered with broken glass and flying papers, while the lamps and doors make a few creaking noises, swaying away from the breeze. Their footsteps are the only thing heard in the streets, as not a single living being, not even a bird, can be seen. Avoiding the broken bits of glass seems possible, but the noise of rolling cans and rustling leaves makes everything rather unsettling. It's as if they're being watched...

But looking around, the place is somewhat fine, with shelters and stores around them. Trashed canned food and kitchenware decorate what's inside, with some appliances such as cash registers, TV, or radios. Racks containing locked bicycles can also be found on the sidewalks, along with a functioning red vending machine at the end of the street. The vending machine offers a variety of drinks including alcohol, but who could guess the expiration dates of juice boxes and other expirables?

Walking by, an old, parked black sedan sits in a small alleyway, looking as if it hasn't been driven in years. Mat covers and flat tires indicate that it was abandoned by its owner. Yet somehow, the sedan remains intact, with its windows and engine closed. Fallen trash bins littered the foot of the streetlights, while curtains unsheathe along the wind. In front of them are 2 more additional streets, one of which is a huge avenue that also leads to the park. In the intersection, there's an open pothole and a maintenance vehicle with broken glass, along with a fallen traffic signal with its lights broken. Almost like someone was attacked in that area...



Port of Huscha
Dark and gloomy winds flood the skies of Huscha, as not a single sunlight was able to pierce through the thick heavily dampened clouds. The waters on the Port were somewhat rough, as empty fishing boats rock along the waves of the current. As soon as the three stepped out of the boats, they were greeted with a cold rustling wind, with leaves falling over the place. The buildings near the port are small commodity places that sell seafood, with racks of rotting fish lying around. Some of the fish are clearly in the process of being butchered, with their parts or intestines lying out of their gills. Nonetheless, the rotten unpleasant smell fills the air of the port. But moving on, the district is filled with small abandoned apartments and office buildings, which typically have broken vases and appliances inside.

Of course, Alexa's FOB first started with scattered bed sheets and clothes, opened cabinets, and a somewhat working toilet. At the very least, the room doesn't have electricity as the island's power was down, while the water runs on a limited supply from a water tanker located on the rooftop (3rd floor). The cabinets have a few canned goods, while the refrigerator has fruits and rotten meat. There is a simple television block and a small radio, which only provides static information no matter how many times its antennas were adjusted. Nonetheless, a dinner table, a coffee table, some sets of knives, everything is set inside this room.



Lindsey Blanchet
Lindsey's motel room was rather well-lit and generated, but as usual, it runs on limited power. Muffled noises coming from an oil-powered electric generator runs along in the basement, which surely may attract unwanted attention to the ground floor of the motel. And of course, limited water was supplied from a tank on the roof. The place is rather silent per se, minus the muffled motor-like sound being generated down at the basement, which automatically runs if someone turned on any electric-powered items. Looking around, the rooms are a huge clustered mess, minus the locked motel rooms which are often cleaner and more organized as compared to the rest. The ground floor is much messier somehow, with broken glass, thrown frames, and fallen vases matching along the room. The vending machines still work somehow, offering various items from snacks, to drinks, heck there's even bathing or cleaning materials such as soap or boxed towels.



Samikai (Ereno)
Of course, the late buffoon finally woke up after sleeping at the docks, grabbing her gear as she adjusted her helmet. From her experience, she only receives basic military training as part of the mandatory service, and she's not mentally fit for duty. But nonetheless, she was dropped there while she sleeping and was just right in time to distantly see Torp and William up ahead. She hurriedly lifted her bag and placed her SAR-5 rifle, and went off. In an easy-go-lucky manner, she shouts at them to wait, as she runs off to their direction

Samikai:"Oya! You left me alone in there!"

She runs off, not even minding her surroundings as her footsteps crash with the sounds of broken glass and leaves.

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Postby GreatOceania » Wed Jan 04, 2023 8:22 am

Despite being used to such things the unsettling quietness was already getting to Torp there wasn’t anything alive no strays or even birds such animals were useful as tell if something bad will happen or something is near however none were present all mysteriously not here at one point he tried to avoid the broken glass however since it was everywhere he just gave up and carefully treaded through.

Scanning the area he took note of the fallen traffic signal no car was near it or any signs that it was hit by a car so that was something to take a look at another thing he noticed was the vending machine at the end of the street he could use a little something.Before he was able to walk over he heard shouting and quickly looked to where it was coming from pointing his sub machine gun in that direction before seeing someone running towards them however he didn’t fired as the person looked human albeit familiar Torp just couldn’t remember where though.

He turned his attention back to the traffic light heading on over to it so he could inspect it for signs of damages.

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Postby Aerlanica » Wed Jan 04, 2023 2:52 pm

Janpia wrote:-snip-


GreatOceania wrote:-snip-


William wasn't too unsettled by the wind and the weather, nor did the lack of life disturb William Smith. See, William Smith was smart enough to realise that if there was nothing alive around, they were safe. If there were birds, they'd probably be murder birds, if there were bee's, there'd probably be murder bee's, and mice would probably be, you guessed it, murder mice.

That's what William was concluding was the facts of the matter. Because everything here was most likely a flesh beast out to kill them. And no flesh beasts meant no target as well. Still, William looked around, silently moving, picking his way over all manner of debris like a shadow, a wraith in the-

"Oya! You left me alone in there!"

The faint cry caused William to cringe, physically, as he looked over towards the woman currently rushing towards them. To save their skin, William matched speed and returned towards this woman. With only the barest whisper and the occasional crack of glass, William rushed towards Samaika.

"Hey!" She said with a smile as William approached, "You almost left me-"

A hand clapped over her mouth.

"What the hell are you doin'?" William hissed, "You're gonna get yourself killed...this thing can hear heartbeats and rats and you out here yappin' you're head off like we's in a concert or somethin'..."

William looked around, and with a sigh, slumped.

"Sorry, it was quite ungentleman-like to do that," he murmured as he withdrew his hand, "mighty apologies ma'am, just...keep sound to a minimum when we's in these streets otherwise we ain't gonna get out alive, and apologies for bein' mighty presumptuous, but I have the idea that you're too sweet to be eaten by a man-made horror beyond comprehension."

William saw Torp was walking up ahead, and he sighed.

"Alright there...er...miss...step where I step, and take it easy. You see somethin', you tap me on the shoulder or whisper, and we gon make it out alive."

William began to walk back to Torp, but went a bit slower to help Samikai out. William did also wave to Torp to slow up as he and the newest member of their troupe caught back up.
Welcome to Aerlanica! the resident punching bag of the entire universe! God forsakes us, Hell hates us, Tech is stolen by us, fascists fear us and NS stats are ignored by us. Come for the democracy! Stay for the Fanaticism!

We don't "Steal Tech"

No no no no no.

We Secretly Transfer Equipment to Alternative Locations, and they just so happen to be your army's equipment...

...which we arbitrarily acquired without acquiring prior consent.

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Postby Aerlanica » Thu Jan 05, 2023 1:55 pm

/bump?
Welcome to Aerlanica! the resident punching bag of the entire universe! God forsakes us, Hell hates us, Tech is stolen by us, fascists fear us and NS stats are ignored by us. Come for the democracy! Stay for the Fanaticism!

We don't "Steal Tech"

No no no no no.

We Secretly Transfer Equipment to Alternative Locations, and they just so happen to be your army's equipment...

...which we arbitrarily acquired without acquiring prior consent.

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Postby Janpia » Thu Jan 05, 2023 9:23 pm

Port of Ereno
As Torp inspects the traffic light, a sudden gust of wind rushes in their direction, rustling the leaves and paper over the silent neighborhood. Not that it matters. However, a closer examination of the fallen traffic light reveals that the pole was struck down by a single blunt impact, presumably from a strike below. The pole where the traffic lights used to stand has a straight, clean cut off the metal, yet the wires are a bit entangled from removal. The lights look to be smashed, with shards of glass all over the place. However, this is most likely due to the effects of... gravity. Despite the fact that there are little indicators of force being applied on the lights.

Of course, the traffic light isn't the only thing in the intersection. The nearby maintenance vehicle also has an opened door at the side, with a broken front window in the driver's seat. There are no signs of blood or struggle, yet it seems eerily out of place. The cabin seems dusted, yet everything is intact. As the winds began to settle, silence once again creeps into the street.

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Postby Rovaqa » Fri Jan 06, 2023 8:20 am

ACT 1 / PART 4 / CHAPTER 1
SINKING HARBOUR

The husk of Ereno loomed in the distance. Even from a distance, it reeked of waste. No doubt it was once a happy and bustling town, but even before the event, it must have fallen into disrepair. Only a few dozen people rattling around in a shell meant for thousands. Those who were left behind must've been too poor to escape. Now they would never get the chance.

Naska watched as two other mercenaries walked off the boat, giving them a 30-yard lead before stepping off himself, accepting his fate. He trailed them, not wanting to join in, but not wanting to be alone on the island. The island made him uneasy. No, not just that. It was something deeper, somehow. He realized it reminded him of... no, thinking of that wasn't productive. It wasn't like he could tell anyone, anyway. They would think he was crazy. Maybe he was, but this was the only stable job he could find, and he wasn't about to give it up.

Janpia wrote:Samikai (Ereno)
Of course, the late buffoon finally woke up after sleeping at the docks, grabbing her gear as she adjusted her helmet. From her experience, she only receives basic military training as part of the mandatory service, and she's not mentally fit for duty. But nonetheless, she was dropped there while she sleeping and was just right in time to distantly see Torp and William up ahead. She hurriedly lifted her bag and placed her SAR-5 rifle, and went off. In an easy-go-lucky manner, she shouts at them to wait, as she runs off to their direction

Samikai:"Oya! You left me alone in there!"

She runs off, not even minding her surroundings as her footsteps crash with the sounds of broken glass and leaves.


Suddenly, someone ran down the street, shunting him out of his thoughts. He instinctively pressed himself against the nearest wall and turned his head slowly to look, loading his pistol. It was just another mercenary, one he had seen on the boat. He didn't holster his pistol just yet, though. This mercenary had apparently decided it was a good idea to sleep in. Whoever she was, she wasn't going to last long. This must've been the most racket these streets had heard in many years. He let her pass before starting down the road again.
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Postby GreatOceania » Fri Jan 06, 2023 10:45 am

Torp took note of the the damage pole he first inspected the dent obviously it was caused by blunt force he looked over to the truck and saw the truck has damages to it besides the broken windshield so it wasn’t hit by a vehicle the second thing he noticed was how clean the metal was cut however the cut wasn’t good enough for him in his investigation standing up he walked on over to the truck checking the front and back seat with nothing good founded.

Once he was done snooping around he closed the door to truck however he accidentally used a little too much force as when it shut the glass broke startling him causing to stumble back a few feet away…into the open manhole he didn’t see causing him to fall a few feet down into the darkness before hitting the ground.

The fall knocked the wind out of him and for a few seconds he was unable to get up but once he was able to he slowly got up using the walls to help him up and slowly walked over to the opening and looked for ladder however he couldn’t find any and frustrated he turned on the flashlight on his webbing lighting up the sewer and come to be the ladder leading back up was missing with only few pieces were left albeit they were out of reach.

“God damnit now I gotta find another way back up” Torp said looking down each tunnel seeing if there was something down there with him.

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Postby Aerlanica » Fri Jan 06, 2023 3:36 pm

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GreatOceania wrote:-snip-

Janpia wrote:-snip-

Rovaqa wrote:-snip-


Naska actually found it quite difficult to follow one of the Mercenaries, an individual heavily shrouded in a coat affixed with seemingly random pieces of cloth scrap, and a backpack with a few supplies. Not only did this Mercenary make ne'er a sound aside from the occasional scrape of a stray piece of glass, but he also almost frantically looked about the place, forcing Naska to remain hidden much longer than they would have liked at the irregular sweeps of this man. He'd seen him on the boat, looking at a photo, and overheard the scrap of a name "William."

As such, William was being a really, really annoying pain in the ass to Naska, who struggled to maintain a constant pace while trying to remain hidden. At one point in time, Naska accidentally stepped on a disused can, and practically dove into the nearest piece of cover.

** *** **

Samika, who was most likely following William, saw him turn around.

"What in the god damn?" William murmured, his rifle raised and aiming at a corner of a building. He was tense, and his rifle was trained about six feet up the wall, just off to the side.

"Was there a fourth feller on the boat?" He asked Samika, who shrugged.

"Well...let's hope there is...an' lets hope he-"

There was a clatter from Torp tumbling down the manhole cover, and William looked over.

"Well put salt in my puddin' an' call me a fool," William hissed, he looked between the two and sighed, "come on, an' keep an eye thataway, at that corner-" he tapped Samika's shoulder and gestured to the corner in question, "-an tell me if there's some feller followin' us...and stay silent if you can."

William wandered carefully to around the manhole cover, and edged around it. He didn't trust the manhole cover, mind you; he was a veteran of the Siege of Bastion, and had killed many an NAP soldier trying to advance in the city who peered over the edge of such manhole covers. He could remember the crack of his rifle and the spray of blood signifying him taking a little more off the top of their heads, and didn't exactly want the same or similar to happen to him for hopefully obvious reasons.

As such, he let out a call.

"Hey, he feller it's me, William...you down there? You alright? See any flesh monsters yet?" William asked, to which Torp hopefully replied.

"Yeah, just gotta find a way out...do you have rope or something?"

"Don' worry, I came prepared, you sit tight I'll sort somethin' out."

He detached the rope from his pack, and made his way to the "stump" of the traffic light pole. Testing how firm it was, and deciding it was good enough, he lashed the rope around it and tied a knot. Next, he slowly ran the rope to the edge of the manhole cover and tossed it down with a "look out below."

Then, William raised his rifle and kept guard up, aiming his weapon every which way.
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Postby Rovaqa » Sat Jan 07, 2023 8:42 am

Aerlanica wrote:snip


Naska loaded his rifle. If he was going to attack the group, this would be the best opportunity. Not that he really wanted to fight them. But Command wanted the spoils to themselves, and that was more important than any justification he could come up with... but what if...

He sighed.
"Were I one of those things, I would be less subtle, yes?"
He put his gun back on its strap and stood up. He didn't want to be alone just yet. Not until he understood the island. Until then, he would need the help. He could always break away when it suited him. He slowly stepped out from behind his cover with his hands splayed and up near his shoulders, being sure to stay close enough to the wall to duck back into safety.
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Postby Hannoura Az-Zengi » Sat Jan 07, 2023 1:24 pm

i signed up

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Postby Hannoura Az-Zengi » Sun Jan 08, 2023 9:08 am

Malikshah arrived at the port of Huscha. He sent transmissions asking to meet at the railway station to further await plans and instruction.
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Postby Gonswanza » Sun Jan 08, 2023 10:06 am

Hannoura Az-Zengi wrote:Malikshah arrived at the port of Huscha. He sent transmissions asking to meet at the railway station to further await plans and instruction.

OOC:
No, no you did not. Go apply in the IC thread in the OP.
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Postby Hannoura Az-Zengi » Sun Jan 08, 2023 10:08 am

Gonswanza wrote:
Hannoura Az-Zengi wrote:Malikshah arrived at the port of Huscha. He sent transmissions asking to meet at the railway station to further await plans and instruction.

OOC:
No, no you did not. Go apply in the IC thread in the OP.

See OOC
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Postby Aerlanica » Sun Jan 08, 2023 2:16 pm

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Rovaqa wrote:


Janpia wrote:-snip-


GreatOceania wrote:-snip-


As William was scanning the area, keeping an eye out for all manner of things, he noticed Naska walking out of cover and swung his rifle over. The abruptness of the movement no doubt caused Naska to flinch and tense up to dodge, and indeed, he sliped further back into cover.

However no shot was heard.

It made sense. 1) Naska was not being hostile, 2) a gunshot would tell everyone, everywhere, where they were, and 3) while there was ammunition on the island, one should probably not rely on it.

And, thus, Naska slowly returned to standing in the open, his hands raised. A stand off ensued as both sides stared each other down, however William had more control over the situation, his cloak flapping in the wind slightly. His hand motioned for Naska to walk forward, and whether or not it was a request Naska could deny safely, or a demand Naska could still deny but run the risk of having his trip on the island cut incredibly short, was not known.

In truth, William was just happy to know that that sound was; to not know was arguably worse.
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No no no no no.

We Secretly Transfer Equipment to Alternative Locations, and they just so happen to be your army's equipment...

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Postby Gonswanza » Sun Jan 08, 2023 2:22 pm

OOC: Since Neo-Korea and company are taking way too fucking long to respond...

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As the hours pass, with Jessica moving along alone, she decides to enter a building, putting her machine gun to her back as she takes out her PDW-75, attaching the suppressor to it prior to moving around. The door was breached easily, since it was hanging off the hinges, but she still checks around cautiously for any hostiles. Nothing so far on the AR visor, with the faint outlines of friendlies staying in her vision through the walls. Alas, it did seem like they were moving on their own accord, probably heading off to some other places.

Regardless, the building was just that, a building, as her bayonet sword is also drawn in case the PDW-75 didn't cut it.

Hopefully she doesn't need to use it.
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Postby Neptunvia » Tue Jan 10, 2023 9:53 am

As the ship starts nearing the Island, Philis starts checking his gear while his favorite music play in the background on his Wriest computer. He puts on his Vest and Equips his Combat knife. The Vest is tactical, so he has all of the assentills he deemed needed for this mission. He put on his tactical gloves and holstered his dart gun. After he checked everything off, he put his wriest computer and slid it into his fabric holder. He put in a new mag into his G3A3 and Cocked it. He made sure to put it on safety as he stepped onto the dock.

He whistled a toon as he walked through the streets. He was looking for a Vehicle that could take him to the power station. He assumed that the "Thing" was there. when he heard about it, He was shure that the creature would want to go somewhere dark to stalk its prey. Even if the creature could camouflage itself, it was much more efficient for it to hunt during the Night, and sleep during the day. Besides, if it wasn't there, He could still turn the power back on, or at least find something useful.

That's when he spotted it. "That will do." He said to himself as he Spied a nice Bicycle. He broke into the house nearby on the edge of Town. He quickly armed himself with his G3A3, and broke down the door. He didnt see anyone in there, and quickly made a B-line for the Pantree. There he grabbed some backed beans and other non perishable foods and exited, his sack was small, so he couldn't take everything with him. on his way out he quickly grabbed a plastic lighter sitting on one of the counters. Before he went on his journey he marked his location on his Wriest computer, marked his route, and started riding.
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Postby GreatOceania » Wed Jan 11, 2023 7:15 pm

"I think I hurt myself good maybe cut or so I'll check when I get back up," Torp said to himself checking for any wounds other wounds on his body such as scrapes and cuts before noticing the rope that was thrown down into the hole grabbing ahold of it he was to climb back up however before he could make sure he had everything on him resulting in him letting go of the rope and patting himself down.

"Let guns check, ammo check, radio check, other crap check perfume version of me" he checked the belt where he had it clipped onto and saw that it wasn't there causing him to frantically look everywhere on the ground before flashing his light down to one end of the sewer and saw it laying there "must've of fallen off or something I don't wanna shit behind" he walked down the sewer to before slipping due to how slick it was groaning in pain again and got up this time strolled carefully towards the mini fumo version of him about this point he was away from the rope and much further in sewer and almost surrounded by the darkness the only thing source of light was from his flashlight.

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