Roleplay Part 10

umm, should i post, or should someone else actually react to what I did first? XD

 

To: DrDarcy
Jacks staying with you to help if you allow it. Prizrak has joined the main group and met up with another stalker named Lorayne and are continuing with main mission.
And yes we are heading to the side thread, if you allow Jack along with you.

 

Hmm, hard choice for me. But I have no reason to go to a library so I should follow your group. Been away for the last few days but I'm back.

"UUUuuuuh...."

I raise my arm, groaning as I emerge from an adjacent building to try and get Prizrak's attention. I'm in a worse state than before, now bleeding from many wounds inflicted by spider mutants before I could turn the lights on and drive them away, and pale-skinned from the blood loss.

However I haven't come away empty handed and my pockets rattle with jars as well as useful salvage.

Although I do not feel pain, the injuries have caused enough mechanical damage to make me stagger.

 

I jump 3 feet in the air witha yelp as i see the man,"Holy shit!"I yell out in surpise ducking behind Prizrak and grabbing his shoulders.

 

I notice the lover girl is getting even more attracted to him. dog needs help, so I run over to him. "are you alright? Is ANYONE here capable of helping him?!" I didn't notice until it was to late that the stalker screaming and, the scent of blood cuased the turutles to close in, with their full bodies covered by their giant armor, 7-9 meters tall, and about 10 meters from us, I ran to the left.

oh how i ran......

 

I followed after the man who started running screaming in fear not wanting to die I hopped the rest followed.

 

"Run!" I yelled, grabbing Dolgov by the arm and pulling him after me as I ran after Joe. When I get out of this, I'll make her pay for her dumb actions.

 

oh crap yeah......not good for ze combat........againest mutties humans shes not afraid of*snags popcorn*op2:

 

I am dragged by Prizrak for a few metres before I twist myself free, not wanting to slow him down. Then I start running beside him, each step of mine sounding like a sickening crunch as I force torn ligaments and broken bones to take one step after the other, completely heedless of injuries that would cripple any other human that wasn't a shell controlled by an external, and inhuman intelligence.

This one's journey is nearing it's end, but it will not...must not...fail here!

As planned earlier, I've decided to kill off Dolgov either as a result of the mutants, or shortly after from blood loss.

 

The rumors where true, the mutant did have that horrifying ability they where rumored to have. They could spit an acid that would melt through even metal. one of them spat just pass me, I got down, slid to my right and shot 4 bullets into it. The armor on it's neck and body caused them to ricochet off...

The turtle than moved it's head out a bit more, extending it's neck from folds in it's skin. It then moved that neck with precision and speed, unlike anything I'd seen from a turtle. I used my last advantage, speed...

I ran to the right in a circle, hoping to confuse it, before heading straight for the air lock..... "everyone, don't try to shoot them, they'll use the opportunity to melt you with acid! Escape as soon as possible.. "

 

Oh shit... I'd heard rumors of such beasts roaming around the surface but to see one standing tall and dominant feet from my breath made me droop in awe. A freak of nature in every respect, but a beautiful creation none the less. A burning blast was the next thing my mind thought up as I found a bubble of glop flying past my face. An insulting mist flys into my mask and right arm as the blob passes by and lands on a table with a hiss and pop.

The order to run for our very lives flys out and I find myself obeying to the letter. Following close behind Joe I turn back and fire occasionally only to repay the insult like a true Russian.


Once again, sorry I haven't been more active. It's just so damned hard to find the time with work and all.

 

Another boring day at the airlock. Since most Rangers were visiting their friends and families after their successful "crusade" against the Dark Ones, Miller had ordered me to guard the airlocks from any people other than a fellow Ranger who was to assit me on my mission. I was not expecting anything different today than the day before, and the one before that. But, to my surprise, a large group appeared on my CCTV screen. They were headed for the airlock. I hastily pulled the control lever, and pulled out my MP-443. It's 9mm AP rounds might be waiting for them. As the gate opened, a freezing draft and a feeling of uncertainity chilled my spine.

 

As we ran towards the airlock, It began to slowly open. Looks like someone knows we're here. "We're almost there now, people, hurry up!" I shouted as I turned back to shoot the mutants with my shotgun, hoping to slow them down.

 

If DrDarcy don't post by tomorrow can I somehow join back up with the main group? I can have us separated by nosalies or something, I do admit I'm a little impatient since the Roleplay is finally moving forward at a steady rate and Jack is stuck in the void known as 'waiting for response.'

 

I continue running towards the airlock in a straight line, when I hear, rather than sense a glob of spit strike the rear of my helmet and begin to eat through the metal. I have no time to even attempt to clumsily unbuckle it before it fizzes and bubbles its way through, into my hair, and my scalp...

I never intended to judge the older brothers through the eyes of a shell that is a mere mockery of their humanity. Time for them passes quicker, but even I have but the space of four breaths to decide where to fall.

The seat of the soul is the mind, the seat of the mind is the brain, and the seat of the brain is the skull. I am the soul that moves this shell, and my seat is crumbling.

To let the pieces fall in the realm of the surface is easier, for I walk this place without fear of other creatures and the interference of older brothers who need breathing-face-devices to step here only briefly. But they are retreating now and will leave this shell and the valuable things I have brought them behind.

No, why should I care about they who wiped out my kind?

Yet...I remember them. The ones called Jack and Prizrak who treated my shell with care and protected it, as well as each other; even though it could not help them as much in return. I remember the good and the bad.

I will not judge the older brothers harshly today.

I scramble through the airlock, slow to a jog, and finally collapse, the acid burning into my brain and releasing the smoke mixed with the putrid smell of burnt flesh and hair. My vision fades. I do not speak or cry out...all of this was expected, and I manage to push myself against the nearest wall so that I would not damage my precious cargo by falling on it.

My pockets contain about 22 jars of assorted plant seeds, ranging from seeds of edible plants like cereal, fruit and legumes; to seeds of inedible plants like pinecones and acorns. I am also heavily laden with first aid supplies, canned food and mask filters, all scavenged at great personal cost from the Botany department.

May the older brothers use these things wisely.

Now, I have the harder task of getting the seeds back from their realm. I feel just like one of them now. Cursing feels like a pointless and vulgar gesture, but...

"Dammit."

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Dolgov is dead.

 

The airlock now open, I see just in front of me a man (in what appears to be a torn and ragged Fourth Reich uniform) tumble to the ground, presumably dead. "Shit", I think, "It's the SS!" I put my Grach away and instead take out my Kalash, and rock a non-modified black magazine loaded with MGRs into it. I get into cover behind my desk and train my rifle on the airlock. This could get interesting.

 

I stumble in ater the ragged man out of breath already ripping the ranger helmet off and pulling my hood down.Thats when the smell hit me causing me to choke.

 

wait a second, this is not a ranger air lock , it's a secret airlock no one scept vlad and joe should know about .