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Post by D on Mar 21, 2011 1:56:03 GMT -5
She would have killed the child because she knew how it felt to not own your own mind. Even if the kid wasn’t suffering like she was, then she would still give him an eternal rest because this hell would scar him for the rest of his miserable life. Kathleen glared at the boy and the doctor. Maybe she was insane at this moment, but still, her thoughts seemed to be solely her own. If she had the guts and the strength, she would have gladly rid everyone of their suffering right now.
Was that so crazy?
No. Not really. At least, not as crazy as the odds were right now.
Kathleen turned quickly when the RIGlink came up. “Why the hell…” She looked at the screen and then at Jasmine. Another glare, but she stopped talking. If she continued, she knew that the words would be anything but nice and she didn’t want to start any more trouble.
When their objective was done, someone suggested heading back and without much hesitation, the group began to make their way to the shuttle. About half way there, low mumbles sounded in the halls. At first, they sounded human, but as they got closer to the sound, it became clear that they were mistaken. From a vent did a grotesque being jump down and landed on the floor. For the most part it looked human, but one of its arms had morphed into multiple luminescent, explosive sacs. If anything, its arm became the vine for dangerous yellowish-orange grapes of death.
Just one of the demonic grape vines was evil and dangerous enough, but from the walls, three more came out. Even though these things were monsters, the gap between them made sure that one of the suicidal grape vine deaths wouldn’t start a chain reaction between the four of them. How the things did it? Who the hell cared? Going near one of them spelt doom. That, and the fact that two slashers joined their exploding friends.
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Post by B on Mar 21, 2011 2:32:29 GMT -5
When the Engineer's... episode... commenced both Ben and Farah was quiet. Farah just stared but Ben walked forward and patted the engineer's shoulder. "Ya know, having you around doesn't seem like such a drawback anymore. Can't wait to get my hands on that holotape... Heheheheh." Farah walked over to the child and took his hand. He took it but his eyes were fixated toward nothing. He gave a smile as if someone told him a joke and then looked up at Farah, Farah was looking back. "No." His smiled waned and he redirected his vision to the crowd of people. Farah put her plasma cutter to her waste then reached back and took the saw gun. She had trouble resting it with one hand but eventually she found a comfortable position that wasn't potentially dangerous. "Alright, we've wasted enough time. Lets go." Ben ordered. Farah looked at him and then at the others, curious as to why a security guard seemed to be taking the leadership role rather than a military captain. Miracles do happen. Good. She looked down at the boy. "We'll need one..." She whispered to herself. The party moved the way they came, passing the gruesome scene that was the military squad. The private didn't seem like he could handle passing them very well. His gags were evidence enough, luckily he didn't throw up, that would be horrible with his helmet up. When the mumbles started Ben looked at the others. "What?" They didn't seem to have said something but the mumbles persisted. It wasn't coming from them. "More survivors... Great..." Ben groaned. There wouldn't be enough room on the shuttle. They continued a bit until the mumbling became louder. Finally THUNK! FLOP! There it stood with a large sack for an arm. Others were quick to reinforce it as well as a few casual looking slashers. "What is that?" "Let us not find out." Farah let go of the boy's hand, aimed and fired, a saw blade was propelled from the gun and immediately severed one of bulbs from one of the creatures. But they were already on them. Ben wasn't sure what the others were up to or what they were shooting at but the one that charged him certainly wasn't taking any fire except from what he provided. He was too late in killing it, though... As it got close it raised the sack then hammered it to the floor. SSSSHHHHPLAAAAAAT! The force was enough to blow Ben away. Straight through the window of a security booth. He fell into the chair which quickly knocked over, rolling him further into a dead carcass. Beep-beep... beep-beep... beep-beep... "Ungh... Shit..." He grunted. Slowly he pulled himself up. He could see his status in the top right corner of his mask. From green to red... That damage is ridiculous... "One more med-kit..." He grunted warily. He could still feel the pain. He used it and the most it went up was yellow. He felt a little better but his back hurt... What did he fly through? Glass? 90% of the glass here is bulletproof and he knows for fact that security booths were designed that way. What kind of bullshit did those bastards carry on their arms? Meanwhile Farah and the others seemed to do their thang. Farah began to back away further after the initial explosion. She was intent on getting the boy as far away from the others in case more explosions occur. Still though, she wanted to aim for the sacks. She couldn't get a decent shot, though, there were too many people in front of her. She will have to rely on their training.
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Post by V on Mar 21, 2011 18:38:03 GMT -5
Jasmine wasn't feeling any better about herself as the comments flew at her following the transmission, so much her helmet went back up to hide her flustered face. Smart move too as the Doctor lady wanted the group to finally move out. Felicia seemed to happily agree, taking her position up front, while Farmah covered the rear again. Ben only get to have the leadership role right now because he knew the station better than anyone, but she still insisted she be the pointman...or woman. It was hard for for her however to not try to move in a tactical manner or the use of hand signals, as she wasn't with a squad of marines anymore, but moving quickly was far better in this situation. As they backtracked through a hall, Felicia stopped dead, and put her arm up in the air with a closed fist, hoping the group would know that as "stop". "You hear that..." Down the other end of the passage was an ominous yellow glow which the owner quickly let itself be known, followed by other duplicates of itself. Thankfully the hall was quite wide or else fighting them would be a challenge. Farmah and Felicia immediately went into a fighting position, as the group broke off to have better access to shots instead of having to worry about friendly fire. Slashers were considerably faster than the glowing ones, so the marines so it better to deal with them first, as the kept charging at the group. This took the pressure off the exploders letting one close the gap with Ben for explosive results. The officer was sent through a security room window, in which the marines no doubt quickly changed their priority targets. The bulbous arms were beginning to explode around the room as they were specifically targets by the pulse rifles. The Private even joined in himself. During this chaos however, two bat shaped aliens managed to slip out through some vents and begin to fly around the room. The lack of corpses meant they would have to make one for themselves, and the two male marines were more separated then the rest. As Farmah began reloading his gun, a bat latched onto him from behind, and began to stab mercilessly into his helmet. "FUCK! FUCK! GET IT OFF!" It was cause him to stand in one place, while he tried to beat it off his head, losing his footing now and then. Felicia turned in his direction. "Turn around Farmah! Turn around now!" She couldn't get a good shot at the bat in this direction, and with the known inaccuracy of the pulse rifle, she was just as likely to kill him as the bat was. Farmah managed to do as ordered, and Felicia unloaded onto the bat's backside. The little lasers did little to deter it from it's task however, and only with small shrieks of pain, the proboscis finally lifted once more and bore itself right into Farmah's head, oozing out yellowish fluid. The bat finished and attempted to take off through the laser fire, but didn't get far at all. As soon as it spread it's wings, it was filled with holes, spun around, and shot several times in it's mouth area, no doubt killing it. In this time, Farmah had lead out a scream, and Felicia watched in horror as his anatomy was horribly twisted. His legs began to bend backwards, rending the armor at those points, his hands stretched slightly and hands formed into three long clawed hands. The helmet began to break, and his head was disfigured into a beak like shape, the blue lights from his helmet still glowing brightly. The new Farmah took a single look at the group, then bounded off going through a door and disappearing. Felicia didn't fire one shot at him, and despite the emotional toll it was wreaking on her, she had to keep shooting. The second bat lost it's opportunity at getting at the Private, and searched for an easier weak target, eyes natural fixing on the boy being guard by a single woman...which it began to fly in it's direction..
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Post by D on Mar 23, 2011 22:36:29 GMT -5
She was never a fighter. A long time ago, Kathleen was a scientist working with artifacts of the past and each time she learned of a brutal history, her insides would turn. Violence made her feel sick at times and because of such, she was once a pacifist. Once was the key word. After the event, her mind was flooded with these terrible thoughts of violence. She wanted to harm people, harm herself, and she at times even witnessed people dying. Perhaps her insanity had given her a better tolerance to the violence because she didn’t get sick anymore. Sure, it hurt her head, but she understood that sometimes only violence could solve things.
One turned. Another was blasted through a window. Three continued to fight. But there were two odd ones out. A child and Kathleen. When Kathleen realized that they were the only two not fighting, she looked over with the intent to only take a glance. However, she caught the boy’s stare and she found herself staring back at him, unsure of what he wanted.
What does he want? Why is he doing that? Will he stop?
For what seemed to be an eternity to her, they stared. That is until from the corner of her eye she caught a winged beast. Without thinking her sanity took control and she was running after it. She couldn’t let it touch the boy. No, she wanted to grab hold of it and stop it. If it was going to penetrate anyone, then it was going to be her.
Flap. Flap. Flap.
While she ran, she could hear the beat of its flapping wings and in a split moment, she heard an interruption in the beat. The wing beast was gracefully gliding through the air and towards the boy. Kathleen wasn’t keen on letting the beast’s desires be fulfilled so with her weapon in hand she jumped as far and as high as she could. Her handheld weapon cut through its wing easily and the winged-beast lost control of its flight. It crashed to the ground, but Kathleen didn’t stop her advance.
It was like an injured animal as it crawled away while Kathleen was like a predator. Aggressively, she mounted and straddled the beast. As she fought it, she grunted until finally she found a dominant position. Her weight pushed it down, which cause it to straighten its proboscis, but despite its pinned down state, the beast continued to squirm. Kathleen took her free hand and slowly pushed down where the head should have been to keep it still. As she did this, its proboscis straightened more and the beast let out a pained squeal.
Breathing heavily, she fought back its movements and carefully she started up her weapon. “This…” She huffed. “…won’t…hurt…a bit.” Kathleen then inserted the tool into one of its flaps and punctured through it with ease. Not wanting to hurt herself, she cautiously moved her instrument around. The beast let out a scream of agony as Kathleen’s contraption played with its insides, but she didn’t stop and the beast’s movements grew more violent.
Kathleen shifted her weight and pushed her body against it to keep it from moving away. “Stop..." She grunted as it jerked up for a moment. "Stop moving!” She yelled above its screams and she continued her movements until the beast stopped its screams. When all was calm, Kathleen pulled back and rolled away from the beast. “Y-you’re dead…” She whispered and she heard no response. Beside it, she laid on the ground trying to regain her breath from the vigorous activity. She had won and that was fulfilling.
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Post by B on Sept 5, 2011 3:10:03 GMT -5
The hall was cluttered with battle. Bulb thing after bulb thing, then more slashers. One man was already down and turned, luckily he ran off. Farah had to step into the battle, she walked away from the boy briefly. His eyes were fixated at the other woman. He knew. At the corner of his eye he could see the flying creature take flight. What did he have to be worried about, though? He had her, and he could hear that familiar old voice telling him that she will protect him. Do it. That's all he could think. Do it. Eye contact broke and the woman caught and straddled the flying demon, effectively making it unable to hurt anything else. Meanwhile Farah had to think quick, There was a group of slashers stumbling right towards them. Wait, the sack she managed to sever was still intact. she lowered her ripper and aimed her hand at the stack. The telekinetic connection was quick and the sack was in flight. She aimed it carefully and pushed, the sack flew and splattered on the ground in front of them, effectively turning 3 whole slashers into 100 pieces of slashers. The marine captain and her last comrade, the private, had finished off the last few and sense of calm hit the hallway. One thing was certain, these creatures didn't throw everything they had into one battle which was good, maybe. They came in waves, but those waves were getting increasingly tougher to deal with.
Glass hit the floor as Ben climbed out of the booth, still shaken, and flopped out of it with a grunt. Slowly he got up and looked at everyone who seemed to be composing themselves. Farah had taken her place at the boy's side, the boy was still fixated with Kathleen, a smile taking form. Ben stumbled a second as he again had to take a second to gather his head. He wasn't sure if he has a concussion or not, medigel wasn't very good at repairing the brain. If he has brain damage then he might as well let himself die, but he could still think rationally as best he can. He looked at Felicia and the private, then at Jasmine. Wait, one was missing. "Hey Captain, where's your boy...?" He asked, looking at the body parts that littered for a sign of him only thing he found was metal scraps that resembled the colors of a military rig. "Mourn him later. We must go while we have the chance." Farah's voice broke out, not wanting emotions to stray while the halls were calm. They had to use this moment to go. They had to get that ship and had to get there now. Ben let his helmet detach and he put a hand to his head. "Urgh... Alright. Cap, why don't you take point." Was he willing to give her command? Well, he had no choice. His head was still ringing from the explosion, wouldn't do no good putting him in the vulnerable spot.
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