Roleplay Part 10

Sorry I've been gone so long. I've had a lot of personal shit to wave through and to be honest, I really missed reading the RP entries. But now that stuff is over and I can finally rejoin the rest of you in the canon. If someone could catch me up on what I missed, I'd appreciate it.

The trial did not last long. It seems politicians are corrupt even in places like the Emerald City. There were no witnesses, no evidence, just the word of my father against mind. And seeing as my father was somehow a high ranking security official, I was fucked from the get go. The judge granted custody of Yuri to my father and gave me a ridiculous term for an assault charge. God knows how many days I spent looking at a concrete walls. My stay at the University station's prison was not unpleasant, just tiresome. The food wasn't half bad, but the the prison system there was much different from the ones back home. This station actually had independent cells. It had a rec yard as well. I was able to pump a lot of iron during my visit, there was not much else to do other than crack skulls. During my first week, many of the inmates thought they could push me around due to my age and size. By the time they figured out what the tattoos on my knuckles meant, their assumptions had already gotten the better of them and two had ended up in the infirmary. After that, I was able to work out in peace. I needed to gain my strength if I was to retrieve Yuri from his captivity and return to the group. I wonder where they are, I wonder if they had replaced me.

 

I too am sorry for not having posted in a while.

As the group moved I too moved, until we reached the surface. I stared out at the wasteland of Moscow as my jaw dropped. My skin tingled from the direct contact with the sun and I began to find it hard to breathe so I grabbed my gas mask and put it over my head. I rolled down my sleeves covering any bare skin. The group had already started running just as the shots began to echo through the air. I instinctively followed them and started jogging, luckily since many of the other people in my group wore heavy armour they had to run at a slow pace allowing my self enough time to take in the surroundings.

We eventually reached the building where the shots had been coming from. There we met another one person though that we had already met. As everyone got into defending I pulled out my Ak-47 and Revolver, and took the suppressors off, there was no need for them here. I aimed carefully and only fired several bullets at the nosalises I aimed at. Who knew how long it would be before we could stop firing.

 

I am in an adjacent building to the rest of the group but will return soon.

Satisfied that the new arrivals did not pose a threat to Jack and Prizrak, I withdraw from the window and begin methodically searching the room I am in for seeds. Then the next...

That's when I blunder into a sticky, stringy substance. Thick cobwebs cover the place, and I can hear a chittering sound coming closer....

....

I need to find a light.

 

I went down the basement stairs as quickly as possible and paused at the bottom before turning on my tact-light attached to my AK's barrel. I once again heard the sounds of footsteps all around me, this time they were accompanied by whispers, but I couldn't make what they were saying. I shook my head and went back over to the place were I saw the portable generator.

Now that I had time to examine it, I knelt beside it and turned on my helmet light. It was slightly rusted and the red paint had long begun to strip from the metal it was made of, I put my AK on the floor and griped the side of the fuel tank and lifted it slight so I could examine the under side. I gave a slight grunt in anger and frustration at seeing the underside of the tank had been rusted to the point that the bottom of it fell out.

I dropped it and and picked up my AK while standing up, I turned towards the other side of the room and saw a door with faded print. I walked up to it and managed to make out "Gen" on it, figuring it led to were the main, possibly backup, Generators were. I tried the handle and to my relief it opened, my leg was still reminding me of my revers kicking of the other door. I started making my way down the hallway it led to.

 

I sat in the corner of the room as Joe and the others fired at the mutants, opening fire if needed. after about ten minutes of slaughter, I noticed one of Joe's friends dropping his backpack on the floor, frantically filling his rifle's magazine. Completely unaware of the mutant running for him. I reached for my pistol and aimed it at the mutant. I pulled the trigger about 8 times, which resulted in the mutant's death. Or at least, near death, because it still lay on the ground, groaning and thrashing around in a pile of it's own blood.
"Don't you have a goddamn spare magazine?" I yelled at him.

 

"Scum of Loke" I thought to myself as one of the nosalis jumped at me from the side. It must have sneaked up on me while I was focused on the door. I struggled to lift it off me, trying to avoid drowning it it's foul drool, and managed to create a buffer zone with my arms. While pushing it to the side with one arm, I pulled out my axe from it's sheath on my bag, and started going berserker on the creature. You should never underestimate a nosalis will to survive. I must've hit it at least 10 times in the head with the battleaxe before it drew it's last breath. No time to dwell at it's passing, though. I repositioned myself behind the others, since they had drawn back a bit during my fight and I was now in mutant-territory. Once behind Big Ben and the others, I got out my P99 and started shooting what was left. Luckily Gena and I had shut the door, so now we just had to finish off the last of them before moving further in, towards the "Emerald City".

Just letting you know that Gena actually did close the door that Joe had kicked in

 

I walked silently down the hallway before coming to end where there was another door, I grabbed the knob and turned it, slowly opening the door. I raised my AK as soon as I stepped into the room and swept the light over the entire room, I paused at seeing the bulk of an old generator set up against the left wall.

I swung my AK behind my back, making sure it wasn't in the way, and I stepped in front of the panel for the generator. I curse whoever decided it would be a good idea to make such complicated control panels, I flipped a few switches that looked like the ones circuit boxes and the pulled a large lever down.

Nothing happened, I pressed one of the buttons before I flipped a large switch and then grabbed the lever and pulled it down before pushing it up again. still nothing happened."Piece of old world crap!" I gave a frustrated growl before kicking it as hard as I could with good leg, there was a small exploding sound that made me jump. The generator coughed and sputtered as it started up, the light at the top of the ceiling came on a second before it exploded, despite that, I still grinned while laughing behind my mask."Ha ha! now we're getting somewhere!" I turned and jogged back down the hallway.

I put a little reference to dead space 3 co-op for anyone who can guess it.

 

A few seconds after I killed that mutant, all of the lights in the building suddenly lit up and, to our surprise, blew up after a few seconds, scattering glass shards all over the place. "So, he took care of the generator." I muttered.

 

Really, really need a light now...

There is suddenly a hissing snap, and I find myself tugging a leg free from the jaws of a spider mutant. Blood flows freely from the bite, and although I am beyond feeling pain, I am thrown off balance. Flailing about to catch myself, my hand slides against a wall, and I inadvertently flip a switch.

At the very same moment, the generator in the block opposite comes on, and the room floods with light. The smell of burnt arthropod flesh reaches my nostrils as the creature squeaks in pain, shaking as smoke rises from the joints in its armor, and beats a hasty retreat into its hole.

So the older brothers have not forgotten their inventions. The spirits are merciful today.

I stare at the wound on my leg, then lift my foot and rotate it at the ankle for a second. Nothing is broken, but I do not have the intellect to heal myself. I've got to find a ....orange square body-healing thing...and the others to stop me from bleeding out.

But first, I must find the precious seeds.

Anyone looking out of a window will be able to see a light come on in the window of an upper floor in the building opposite, and I can be seen staring at something at ground level before moving on.

 

Sorry I can't rp for a while, *is fasting for month, and you seriously don't want to see how bad my writing skills are when I fast XD* but I will probably rp on Saturday ^_^

 

*bullets flying everywhere and nosies coming at us. nothing new there. with calm determination I prepare my L85 and start shooting at them. one by one they fall, although a couple of them manage to get to close for comfort. under threat of being swamped I switch to my Spas. the satisfying sound of slugs hitting noises heads' is heard next to me. out of the corner of my eye I see Benji is trying to reload a magazine. strange, he normally has spares around his person, when I hear him saying they had been stolen. I delve into my vest pocket and throw him another mag with a nod*

 

'and that gentlemen is the way we do it' I say to no-one in particular before scaning the horizon for any more mutties.

*Not seeing any more mutties I sat down with my back to the wall and reloaded the mags I had spent. Jet came out of her carrier and jumped out to check nothing else was around. she might just be a cat, but she was a damn good guard cat at that. if there was any more danger, she would certainly let us know*

 

the nosailes where gone, but it wasn't the best of conditions. The group was definitely tired after the encounter, could we survive the rest of the mission?...........

"is everyone alright? If so we'll get out of here and take the tunnel to the parts of the machine, and then back to my base."

I wondered if we'd survive those turtle mutants on the outside, the rumors of their strength implied being worse than librarians...........

 

"To be honest, I don't know a damn thing about our plan. Jack's the leader so why don't you ask him?", I said. I hope that generator doesn't blow up like the other old stuff, 'cause if it does, we're screwed.

 

'right then, we better get a move on before we have more company' I said to Benji.

*getting up I got ready once more. I was looking forward to get back underground, so I could have that smoke I'd promise myself if we survived this little trip on the surface. Jet once more got into her carrier and we got ready to move*