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He paused, and looked around; from behind him he could hear a metallic scraping sound. As the noise grew louder, Jacob crouched, stood still and peered into the gloom. Ahead stretched a large vaulted room, blackened windows looking down at the dark empty space, where a large undead man lurched. Dragging its shoulder on the wall, off balance, it moved toward him. Jacob slowly drew the knife, holding his ground as the zombie reached toward him with bloated fingers. Ducking under its reach Jacob swiftly thrust the knife upward, toward its throat, but with a loud clang the knife bounced off, he | He paused, and looked around; from behind him he could hear a metallic scraping sound. As the noise grew louder, Jacob crouched, stood still and peered into the gloom. Ahead stretched a large vaulted room, blackened windows looking down at the dark empty space, where a large undead man lurched. Dragging its shoulder on the wall, off balance, it moved toward him. Jacob slowly drew the knife, holding his ground as the zombie reached toward him with bloated fingers. Ducking under its reach Jacob swiftly thrust the knife upward, toward its throat, but with a loud clang the knife bounced off, he thrusted again, aiming for the eye socket, again the knife skittered away. Recoiling he kicked out at the zombies chest, throwing it to the ground and in one swift movement, drew his flashlight, shining the bright beam down on the zombie as it pulled itself toward him. | ||
Jacob groaned. The zombie was covered in crude metal plates, each one riveted to different parts of its body. To its head Jacob could see a crudely welded helm of metal, vicious bolts anchoring it to its skull. Under its chin a flat metal bar, and in front of its eyes, two round metal circlets, held in place with bloodstained screws. Every weak point had been reinforced by the metal plating. | Jacob groaned. The zombie was covered in crude metal plates, each one riveted to different parts of its body. To its head Jacob could see a crudely welded helm of metal, vicious bolts anchoring it to its skull. Under its chin a flat metal bar, and in front of its eyes, two round metal circlets, held in place with bloodstained screws. Every weak point had been reinforced by the metal plating. | ||
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And then there's Pict. Someone I don't want to converse with for an entirely different reason. Very optimistic guy, can't shut up. First time I conversed with him? Lasted 30 minutes. Time trying to get away from him afterwards? 4 hours. | And then there's Pict. Someone I don't want to converse with for an entirely different reason. Very optimistic guy, can't shut up. First time I conversed with him? Lasted 30 minutes. Time trying to get away from him afterwards? 4 hours. | ||
The reason I applied to join CAIRN (despite its name) was because I lost my brother to biological terrorism back 7 years ago. Trained in the military biding my time for my chance at joining a counter-terrorism outfit dealing with biological warfare ever since. CAIRN isn't exactly military, being handled by NecroTech, a corporation dedicated to the pursuit of science and medicine, but it needed military personnel for | The reason I applied to join CAIRN (despite its name) was because I lost my brother to biological terrorism back 7 years ago. Trained in the military biding my time for my chance at joining a counter-terrorism outfit dealing with biological warfare ever since. CAIRN isn't exactly military, being handled by NecroTech, a corporation dedicated to the pursuit of science and medicine, but it needed military personnel for combating illegal misuse of its medicines for biological warfare. | ||
I don't care about the reason, I just want the means. | I don't care about the reason, I just want the means. | ||
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Back to the mission, there were apparently some illegal research in a small village somewhere in the forests of Brazil. A NecroTech team had stopped sending daily reports, and the big wigs became quite worried. A squad was sent in, which was lost. Ergo, we assumed some illegal this and that was going on. | Back to the mission, there were apparently some illegal research in a small village somewhere in the forests of Brazil. A NecroTech team had stopped sending daily reports, and the big wigs became quite worried. A squad was sent in, which was lost. Ergo, we assumed some illegal this and that was going on. | ||
Basic mission outline was as follows: | Basic mission outline was as follows: Neutralize enemy threat, secure data, research notes, chemicals and survivors. In that order, apparently. | ||
To get to the village, we're going to land in Brasilia, the capital, then get to the village via boats and forest treks. | To get to the village, we're going to land in Brasilia, the capital, then get to the village via boats and forest treks. | ||
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=== Chapter Ten === | |||
Calvin jumped up when the intercom buzzed, "Good morning, or should I say afternoon," Cortez said with just a hint of humor in his voice. "Well, anyway, come down to the 18th story, we'll talk about the mission there." The intercom crackled out. "Ugh," Calvin retorted. He was already getting sick of this place. | |||
When he got off the elevator to the 18th story, Mike was there waiting for him. "Let's get going." Mike led Calvin to the meeting room, that required a eye and fingerprint scan to open. As they sat down, Cortez briefed them on their mission. "You are going to find her," he slid a picture to them and on the bottom was a name, Susan Winters. Calvin twitched. Susan Winters, the renowned head scientist of Necrotech before the outbreak. "She's at the Copeland building, and has information on the zombies that we can use." | |||
"That sounds deceptively easy," Mike said. "How are we going to get there?" Calvin asked. "Your using the helicopter that Mike took last night," Cortez answered, "and the uniforms of the soldiers who broke in, so there won't be a shootout right when you get there." "Huh, sounds easy to me, but what about my pay?" Mike asked. "Don't worry about your pay, Mike. Upfront as usual," Cortez said. Calvin nudged Mike "Pay?" he whispered. Mike ignored him and stood up. "When are we leaving?" "Now," Cortez responded. | |||
After getting the uniforms on and getting on the landing pad, they finally saw who their pilot was, Klayre, an action girl type of person with a very bright personality, and was waiting for them by the cockpit of the helicopter. "All right, you boys ready to go?" she asked. "Ready as we'll ever be," Calvin said, as they got on the helicopter. "Well, you don't need to worry about my driving," she smirked. "Heh," Mike said sheepishly. Calvin strapped himself in and Mike did the same as Klayre started the helicopter. | |||
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Calvin DuerksenSTATSWhat Stats?
Level20-something Rank:Sergeant AlliesThe AZS.
Current:Class: Military Location: Somewhere HP: ? EXP: ? AP:?
The Revolution- BOOM! CRACK!
Chapter Two"Hey Aidan, I found your beer stash," Calvin opened the beer in his hand.
Chapter ThreeJournal 1 I am writing this now on some paper that I found. I don't even really know where here is. I don't even know why I'm writing this. I guess to pass the time or something. Now let's see, it all started after I found Aidan McGregor's beer hideout, which was under the sink. Anyway, a couple hours after this we're all passed out and drunk, playing poker. How this is the important thing, he must of left the door unlocked after he killed that biker zombie or more came or something, but the next thing we know is that they're walking in the front door! We, drunk, thought that was funny and we started pointing and laughing at them. Poor Aidan, he was closest to them. The next thing he knows is that their all over him. Man, I must have ran up those stairs fast, cause the next thing I know is that I locked myself in the bathroom. Luckily, I had my gun with me and maybe five or six bullets, it's all hazy, maybe I had even less. Suddenly, I hear pounding on the bathroom door. Damn those zombies must have been fast. Thinking I have nothing left to lose and still drunk, I, charge out the bathroom door, flailing around, shooting my revolver, going crazy on the zombies. I don't know if I hit any, cause I fell back down the stairs. I feel pretty stupid thinking about it now. But, the zombies stayed up on the second floor. It was pretty weird to tell you the truth. I ran out the door and onto the street, looking for a safe place to hide. I, luckily, found a building to my right, across the street and ran to it. I think the rest is self-explanatory. End of Journal 1 Chapter FourJournal 2 Turns out this building was a old deli of some kind. At least there's meat and water here. I gonna need it to, turns out theirs more zombies here than yesterday. I'll have to be-
Chapter FiveCalvin woke up in bed, an osmotic IV in his arm, and nearby monitors displaying his vital signs, blood composition, and brain-oxygen levels.
The wall slid apart and a balding man entered. He wore a lab coat with Necrotech insignias on his shoulders. His dark eyes fixed on Calvin.
Chapter SixThe room had white concave walls, and Calvin's eyes had a hard time focusing.
"If you couldn't tell already," Cortez said, still patiently, "we are in a bunker underneath the Button building, so that when the zombies overrun Malton, they would have been spared. We... took it from them and it is now our base of operations, in this part if Malton." Cortez swiveled the laptop so that he could see it and highlighted an orange suburb. "We are here," he exclaimed. The suburb he highlighted said, Old Arkham.
Chapter SevenClicking one of the bright yellow magnets to the metal wall, Jacob Brown moved on through the labyrinthine laboratory. At every junction he would pause, listening to the occasional shuffling footsteps in the distance, attach an yellow magnet to the wall to find his way back, consult the small map and then moving on with purpose. Four hours earlier he had been ordered by Necrotech to enter the lab and find Susan Winters. She had in turn been tasked by the Chief executive with some sort of experiment. No one other than the Chief, Susan and her loyal ‘assistants’ knew what was going on down in the old military lab, but everyone had seen the assistants bringing stray zombies in from the wastelands. People had complained initially, worried that Necrotech was playing god with the turned. Dissent had been quelled after power had suddenly surged back through the Copeland building's power grid. With a new wave of popularity, volunteers were numerous. ‘Retrieval Squads’ were arranged to patrol the immediate suburb, capturing the wandering dead with barbed staves, dragging undead bodies back to the lab and down into its depths. And then five hours earlier the power had cut out. Panicked employees rushed to the Chief's office, demanding answers. The Chief marched to the lab, only to find the guards had abandoned their posts and the entrance doors flung open, exposing the dark empty corridors within. Jacob had been chosen as the most capable, and armed with a pistol, knife and a bag of luminous tracker magnets he had, entered the darkened lab. — He paused, and looked around; from behind him he could hear a metallic scraping sound. As the noise grew louder, Jacob crouched, stood still and peered into the gloom. Ahead stretched a large vaulted room, blackened windows looking down at the dark empty space, where a large undead man lurched. Dragging its shoulder on the wall, off balance, it moved toward him. Jacob slowly drew the knife, holding his ground as the zombie reached toward him with bloated fingers. Ducking under its reach Jacob swiftly thrust the knife upward, toward its throat, but with a loud clang the knife bounced off, he thrusted again, aiming for the eye socket, again the knife skittered away. Recoiling he kicked out at the zombies chest, throwing it to the ground and in one swift movement, drew his flashlight, shining the bright beam down on the zombie as it pulled itself toward him. Jacob groaned. The zombie was covered in crude metal plates, each one riveted to different parts of its body. To its head Jacob could see a crudely welded helm of metal, vicious bolts anchoring it to its skull. Under its chin a flat metal bar, and in front of its eyes, two round metal circlets, held in place with bloodstained screws. Every weak point had been reinforced by the metal plating. Jacob began to panic and scrabbled for his holstered pistol. As he did so the zombie pushed itself up, wobbling toward him, off balance from a loose plate on its leg, it threw itself on top of its prey. Jacob managed to squeeze a round off, dislodging a plate bolted to the armored monstrosities forehead, before its blackened mouth came crashing down, tearing into his nose and brow. Watching from the observation deck Susan made a note on her clipboard. Turning to the technician behind she spoke with a hiss, "The test is over, get the generators back online, we have more work to do." Chapter EightA couple weeks later...
Chapter NineDragei's War Journal 17/08/2000 This is my first mission with the CAIRN (Combat Advance Intercept and Retrieve for NecroTech) a squad dedicated to suppressing activity related to terrorists manufacturing viruses from NecroTech research notes for medicine. For some reason, the squad is named after a Scottish Cairn Terrier. The group's handled by Cizin, who is --should I express myself freely-- an ass of a leader who jumps on anyone when he feels mad, particularly rookies and newcomers. Perfect. Wulver is the resident teacher, the second in command who at least has a better personality than Cizin; strict, but cares. Don't know about this guy, Apatheia keeps to himself. Bastard ignores me whenever I try to strike a conversation. And then there's Pict. Someone I don't want to converse with for an entirely different reason. Very optimistic guy, can't shut up. First time I conversed with him? Lasted 30 minutes. Time trying to get away from him afterwards? 4 hours. The reason I applied to join CAIRN (despite its name) was because I lost my brother to biological terrorism back 7 years ago. Trained in the military biding my time for my chance at joining a counter-terrorism outfit dealing with biological warfare ever since. CAIRN isn't exactly military, being handled by NecroTech, a corporation dedicated to the pursuit of science and medicine, but it needed military personnel for combating illegal misuse of its medicines for biological warfare. I don't care about the reason, I just want the means. Back to the mission, there were apparently some illegal research in a small village somewhere in the forests of Brazil. A NecroTech team had stopped sending daily reports, and the big wigs became quite worried. A squad was sent in, which was lost. Ergo, we assumed some illegal this and that was going on. Basic mission outline was as follows: Neutralize enemy threat, secure data, research notes, chemicals and survivors. In that order, apparently. To get to the village, we're going to land in Brasilia, the capital, then get to the village via boats and forest treks. An isolated village, cut off from the world. Stupid. Don't quite know why they did that, but you pay the price of admission, I suppose. END ENTRY Chapter TenCalvin jumped up when the intercom buzzed, "Good morning, or should I say afternoon," Cortez said with just a hint of humor in his voice. "Well, anyway, come down to the 18th story, we'll talk about the mission there." The intercom crackled out. "Ugh," Calvin retorted. He was already getting sick of this place.
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