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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 25, 2010 23:47:27 GMT -5
The darkness gave way to pillars of light from above. Twenty five large round lights on the ceiling gave the large nearly empty room a very good level of lighting. It appeared to a laboratory of somekind, machinery and blood smeared computer screens, however the perpose of all these things where indesernable. The floor had been bent, scratched, scraped and stained with all sorts of things. It became obvious you wheren't alone in the room. Shadows dances on the other sides of the machinery and screens. Soon you see slouching figures worm their way past the machines, they where human, dressed in standard clothing on military ships, a few where even in lab coats.
Their ripped, bloddy clothing, and their drunkards shamble gave a clear indication that something was seriously wrong. One raises his head, a man about fourty in apperance, blood smeared mouth, and a broken looking face, his eyes where deep and souless, solid red throughout. He gives a hair raising roar and lunges after you, freeing your view to see the words 'LAB 7' painted on the door acrost the room from you and the creatures. After the sudden stur more of these creatures begin to pull themselves off the floor, shamble forth from the darkneded corners, or simple step out from behind something. Your sight is soon blocked by the shear number of things begin to shamble quicker towards to.
The soft drip of water from the pipe in the hall echos in your ear, the edge of the crate forming a stepping stool pressing against the back of your ankle leading right through the hole in the furniture blocade.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Jun 26, 2010 0:41:59 GMT -5
She stood there motionless while this army of braindead humans assembled. She grimaced, and backed up standing on top of the crate. "This is not happening." She snapped, before flashing her glistening fangs at the growing crowd. She began to fire into the mob, taking aim at their heads so she wouldn't wast bullets. At the same time she attempted to look around for some way she could get across the room.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 26, 2010 0:56:59 GMT -5
The creatures dropped like flies as the burning plasma rounds left sizzling holes clean through them, but not going more than a inch further after leaving the exit wound. The creatures continued as if no noticing their fallen comrades. Another howl echoes through the room and they pick up speed, jogging at you, some using their arms and running more like apes, leaping and crawling over others.
A series of gunfire nearly deafens you as it flys past your head ripping into the mob of things. A firm, gloved hand grabs your shoulder and pulls you back through the furniture wall. The hand belonged to a man in a suit of rusted old combat armor with rags draped over it, the visor on slightly green allowing you to see his face from cheek to cheek, and from forhead to the bridge of his nose. The man looked from what you could see to be in his twenties, and he wasn't alone. Two more men line there guns at the baracade and let loose gunfire into the room.
"Allright, lets go." One of the men at the baracade yets turning slightly and waving a hand down the hall. The man holding you lets go over your shoulder and shouts for you go as they begin to move down the hall (back to room five), he places his back to you covering your escape.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Jun 26, 2010 1:02:29 GMT -5
She began to race after them. "What the f*ck are those things?" She asked trying not to yell to loud in her frustration.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 26, 2010 1:22:47 GMT -5
"No time!"The man behind you yells following you gunning the mob down as they crawled their was through the opening in the furniture. When the mob finaly broke in their flow he turns quickly and rushes you into the room where you find the other two men working on the door that had been locked, they remove two live shrapnel grenades from under the key pad and then the door opens. With their backs to the door they raise their old, chipped battle rifles, the heavy frame of their guns made it so they needed to wear the armor to fire them.
They wave you inside patting you on the back as you enter the hallway. You see a dead end straight ahead of you and another halway branching off to your right. Down the dead end in nothing besides trash and a camera slash stationary heavy ammunition turret, its shining drum barrels had seen better days, but here it sat as if anyone would still be coming after the granades.
They funnel you down the hallway in into a larger room baracaded by sheets of metal welded to form cover. On the other side of the cover you find men and women, all in simular combat armor to you rescuers, all strug out, and looking exauhsted. Weapon and ammo crates lined the walls, a few where even being used as chairs. A coffee machine sat pretty and new in the corner and was currently supplying on of the men with a nice warm cup of pick-me-up.
You get a few akward stares, and some muttering.
"What are you doing out there?"The man that had pulled you from the room says removing his helmet, you see his short brown hair, clean shaven face, and stoney facial structure. He was obviously human just like the rest of the men and women here.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Jun 26, 2010 1:51:38 GMT -5
"That is a great question." She said resting her head in her hands, and rubbing her eyes. After a moment it was clear that she wasn't going to say anything else on the subject.
"Thanks for that... out there. You saved my life." Her luminescent brown eyes focused on his face, ignoring all the muttering and stares.
As her face turned upward it became clear that she was something in between human and some other race. It was the small details that made it obvious, her skin was too smooth, and her eyebrows were barely noticeable wisps - partly because they were white and partly because they were pencil thin. Her eyes were what really gave it away, they were beautiful and eerily inhuman but it was hard to pinpoint exactly what made them so. She stood straighter than most of the women in the room. Her white hair could have been dismissed by reason of hair dye and current trends (it was quite popular to see girls with crazy looking colors in their hair these days) but the fact that her eyelashes were also the same glistening silver, snow white as the rest of her hair made it likely that this was her natural color. They didn't have to look at her ears, her teeth, her tongue or even her feet to know that she was not human.
"What were those things that you saved me from?" She asked.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 26, 2010 2:19:35 GMT -5
"Humans, old crewmates of my great grandfathers..."The man says pulling the ammo magazine from his gun and looking it over before replacing it. "As hard as it is to believe they where human when we started this voyage, then...something in that lab you where in turned them into what they are."
A few of the men and women looked startle and slowly placed a hand on their guns, the man gave a wave of his hand and they relaxed. He himself lowers his gun placing it on a ammo crate. Before any more questions could be asked the door blinks green and opens and a man in full armor steps out and gives you a wave to follow him. Looking past the man you could see a well lit get dirty hallway.
"All right well it looks like we're going to see the elders, they'll tell you more."He says stretching a little. "Oh I forgot to ask did you see a little girl out there, red hair, about ten, old jacket and pants?" The man at the door looked inpatient, and might not wait for you to answer should this take to long.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Jun 26, 2010 2:31:00 GMT -5
"No, I did not..." She said looking over at the man in the doorway. "I'll let you know if I do."
She turned slowly to face the man at the door, and nodded to him as if to tell him to lead the way.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 26, 2010 2:34:07 GMT -5
There was a breif pause as you are escourted from the room to the right down a hall, and then into a long room filled with small fires, shacks and living areas where literaly welded into the wall, flimsy catwalks stretching between them over head at least two stories up. The man leads you to a metal shack with a sliding door. Before entering you see a door with a red keypad in the corner of the room nearly hidden behind some scrap metal.
Inside the small cramped shack sat two men and a woman, each looked to be in the sixties and wore old brown robes, either made that way or through years of dirty and filthy was questionable.
"You came from outside?"The man setting in the middle chair says before a fire is lit revealing the elders fully. to your left a stubby faces man with short white hair, in the middle a hunched slightly older man with a long face, bushy eyebrows, and something of a beard which alont with the hair on his head and somehow managed to save just a hint of brown. To your right say a elderly white haired woman, her face soft, kind, but her eyes burnt with some kind of holy justice that would intimidate most people.
"Not just outside the sanctuary, but from outside this very ship. We haven't seen any outsideer since the the inccident in Lab 7." He says rubbing his chin.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Jun 26, 2010 16:07:33 GMT -5
"And when did the incident in Lab 7 occur?" She said, crossing her arms.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 26, 2010 16:29:15 GMT -5
"It's been years." Says the long faced man. "My father was still a boy when it happend, if that tells you much." He says with a heavy breath and a joking smile.
"But that's beside the point."The short faced man speaks up.
"You've been near the lab, you could loose your mind any momment just like them."
"That's nonsense." The woman speaks finaly in a harping tone. "You have to go inside lab 7 to be affected..."
The long faces man holds up a hand scilencing them both from the quarrel. "As you can see there are mixed feelings about you being here, and I'm affraid our knowledge on the inccident is sparse. I'm sorry for our lack of service."
You sense there is something that is being left unsaid amungst these three by the odd stares they give each other.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Jun 26, 2010 16:37:07 GMT -5
"If you don't want me here I'll gladly leave." She said her eyes narrowed. Her body was straight and rigid, wound as tight as a spring and waiting to snap into action. She did not trust these people.
"I notice that all of your crew seems to be human." She said looking at all three elders. "So susceptible to disease, humans are." The comment hung in the air for a moment before she continued. "Do you want to get off this ship?"
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 26, 2010 16:46:22 GMT -5
"More than anything." The longfaced man aggrees, the other two say nothing.
"But you see we can't leave, there's something other than those things keeping us here. We don't know what it is or where it came from, but it wants us here and isn't going to let us leave."
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Post by Lady Kuri on Jun 26, 2010 16:57:45 GMT -5
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "You must have already tried distress signals. You have plenty of weapons and plenty of people. Perhaps you should consider killing this mysterious 'thing'. Or if you don't like that idea, I could get back to my ship I could leave and bring help for you and your unlucky crew." She said.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Jun 26, 2010 17:20:23 GMT -5
The long faces man sighs. "I see it will take something greater for you to fully grasp our situation." He stands and leads you outside, the armored man following you over to the junk pile blocking the locked door. A few presses on the keypad and the door unlocks.
"Through here you'll find all you need to know, we've tried expeditions through there but it's to dangerous to risk loosing any of our soldiers. But if you really want to know about what happened, or...find a safe way back to your ship. What lies beyond here should make your task easier." He waves his hand causing the armored gaurd directly behind you to step aside giving you the option to turn and walk away.
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