Pico:(i..i know him he was at station square when i was escapeing from someone…atleast thats what i think i was doing before i lost my memory what was his name?…Snow yeah thats it)
*Pico was confused* i can teleport? well i guess i can try but no promises
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???: *sits there looking like someone could just pick her up - after careful use of a crowbar - and carry her around and she wouldn't move an inch* … Will I have to enter another car?
- Zot, third floor… -
Snow: *despite his mild confusion about Pico's words, he wastes no time to describe the location of the destination and then starts on the look of it and landmarks to give a mental image to where he wants to go* Now, less chattering, more moving!
Joseph: sort of…its a bigger car called a truck and unlike the car it'll have no problem getting us closer to the first stop on our destination. its actually a bit better than what we were driving. no stalls or crazy sudden halting.
*Zot 3rd floor*
Nene:Hey, Cole what's this guy's name again?
Cole:its Snow and believe it or not he's actually quite nice once you get to know him(especially when he's not like this. He seems to be riled up. Part of it is due to the attack. The other reasons seem more complex and I can't determine them as of now.)
Nene: hey Cole do you think Pico can teleport in his current state?
Cole: We shall see….(I don't think he's ready to do this. he hasn't had any practice. and even if he is able its likely he'll pass out from the use of energy to move 2 people and even then I don't think he'll get very far. Still I will allow this only to se my son in action. If he can not then I'll leave these 2 to the investigation and take Snow myself.)
Pico:(ugh weird its like i have 2 diffrent voices in my head telling me its a bad idea but Snow needs my help so..)alright Snnow hold on tight*Pico concentrated as hard as he can until suddenly they both disappeared from Coles and Nenes sight*
*outside Snows house the 2 made it in one piece* well ill be a deamons uncle.it worked
Snow heads off to the bare steel skeleton what was once his and Val's house without a word or a moment of orientation. He notices the structure's angle to the ground; it's leaning to one side more than when he left. One of the cables on the side of the tower it's leaning away from has already given in and been torn from the anchor in the ground. Without losing a second, he enters the building and climbs the stairs, which are - seemingly saved by a miracle - mostly still intact. Inside of the tower, the too sharp angle to the ground becomes even more evident. The floor is bent heavily to one side. Once up in the bedroom, Snow hastes to the drawer on his side of the bed and takes a small pendant out of it. The nondescript accessory in form of a frozen wave sparkles as though it was actually made of ice. He tugs it away - and just before he jumps out of the broken window frame, remembers his Cryokinesis wouldn't protect him from a lethal fall to the ground. Cursing, he hastes downstairs again and almost falls off the stairwell as the tower shudders and gives in a bit more to gravity. Somewhere upstairs, he can hear the unimaginably forceful impact of another several tonnes heavy steel cable that couldn't hold the structure anymore. Resuming his way downstairs, he descends back to the ground level where he sees Pico standing nervously by the bottom of the stairs.
Snow: I don't know what's up with you, but what's been made clear is that you aren't in the condition for teleporting. *for a moment, his words could actually speak of concern for Pico for once recently, until…* I'm not in the mood to die with you in the second try. We're driving. *he nods at the other staircase that leads down into the Basement and strides over to it*
Cole:Well, I'll be.
Nene: Is he-
Cole: no, they made it. Come, we need to continue our investigation. They're grown men they'll be fine.
Nene:alright.(Pico you better come back alright)
*the 2 then head to the 2nd floor*
*Outside Station Square*
*the minutes pass slowly as the group switches every 15 minutes and after 50 minutes the truck arrives and a female voice can be heard through the crew's radio*
Driver: hey you 3, need a lift?
*they all look over at the truck*
Rick: *responds* Glad you were able to make it.
Oliver:*takes the radio* also just so you know we have one survivor with us.
Driver: oh? describe them.
Oliver: One mobian wolf, female.
Driver: …Alright. then everyone get aboard. we're wasting time.
*already the 2 get in the back all while Joseph walks over with the survivor and let's her get accustomed to the truck while he loads the remaining bags into it after a good few minutes gets on with her and closes the doors. Already joseph can tell that she's noticed the comparason in space between the two vehcials, however still concerned. THe truck then takes off at a moderate pace down the road. As they go, Joseph spots a Zot supply truck heading in towards the city. What bothers him about it though is what it may be carrying as nothing was announced over the radio yet. He figures he'd ask Mik once he got back to base till then he took a moment to ease up and check on the survivor*
Joseph: So, how are you holding up?
???: *sits tense with the legs pulled up to her body and her arms around them* … This car's also creepy. *she says, not in a complaining voice, but in a scared and sad one at the same time, as if she's half expecting this feeling to last for the rest of her life whenever she will be in a car*
Joseph:*he sighs* don't worry we'll be fine I know the atmosphere isn't very nice in here however this…"car" is ment to keep people and mobians like us safe should something happen.
Oliver:*looking out the back end at some horendenous scenes* yeha you'll be ok in here.
*the drive goes smothly, well minus the scenery outside including several pileups, car crashes and rundown bodies. the group makes it to the well hidden camp. the 4 then proceed to get out and look around them. its not much however there it is a bit more advanced than just some average but despite this everything is made to be quickly packed up or disposed of should something happen. when they step into it everyone seems to be busy doing something. a Second Zot supply truck is seen headed out of the area and into the city*
Joseph: alright Oliver go get us whatever they need to give us. Rick, look around camp and see if we can get some more ammo and a ride out to the woods.*he then looks to the survivor* your with me.*he then looks into her eyes* I don't want you to get lost around here and I figue you might want a tour while we're here.( Also I need to talk to Mik and see what's up.)
???: Alright. (Everybody looks so busy and serious. With all these preparations and prepared and armed soldiers, does that mean catastrophes like this happen often? That would be terrible…)
- At Snow's house… -
Snow: You better get your act together. *he says cold, is smart enough only to think the second part through* (Nobody needs a poor excuse for an invalid on the battlefield.) *the two head down the stairs and through the other door; dozens of metres of wine barrels line up to the sides of the cold room; through another door on the back side of the wine cellar, they get to a somewhat large garage; an impressive amount of tools lined up to one side and a white FPV F6 parked perfectly on a stage in front of them, dipped in diffuse light by indirect lighting; Snow gets in, fires up the growling engine and parks it out in a J-turn, waiting for Pico to sit on the co-driver's seat*
*As joseph leads her around the place, he notices that he's getting some glances from his peers. To be fair he was expecting this to happen despite it not being be helped, this is a viloation in the rules. he knew that now they're going to have to work harder and keep attention on more than their main task should something happened and wanted to get out of their way. It also didn't help that everyine had the same picture that was sent out to them and this wolf has a similar figure either. However, because of its quality he knew they weren't alowed to jump to any conclusions yet. make any hasty presumptions, nor harass her. Elsewhere Rick was busy getting the newly arrived pills 2 bottles apple, and one grape. he tried to get another case of ten, however they were for Zot only and the nurse made it quite clear. Oliver wasn't able to get extra ammo seeing how they hadn't fired at one thing and weren't really empty. He was however able to procure an extra day worth of rations for the trip. he then went to the driver from before and began to talk to her. back with Joseph and his companion after showing off the medical bay. It was clear to him while she didn't know the detail nor care much she was trying her best to pay attention, but her mind elsewhere. he decided to stop and sit down with her. he knew that this isn't what she needed, and was a poor way to kill time. he then thought of something that hadn't crossed his mind that should have eariler. should something happen to him or his group she'll need to defend herself. he then looked at her concerned as he didn't want anything to happen to her. it was then he made a decision*
Joseph:(if I want to succed in getting her help I need to train her to help herself should something serious happen and can't be there.)
*Zot Second floor*
*Over with the investigation Cole & Nene spoke to various new members and the story was the same every time: They went into Lockdown cause Claie escaped and as soon as they were told that it was ending the power went out and locked them in. They then heard an explosion and screaming outside and moments later a battle between two people one unknown and the other was their boss, Shadowblade. after several minutes they heard a loud crash and waited till they were sure the fighting stoped. After they were sure they went and tried to open the door and found debris, a hole in the celing and a guy on top of all it.*
Cole: Well your story does chek out as several members do have the same story. Did you find any scrolls down here?
Harry: oh yeha we found some just head back and taik to Matt. He'll give them to ya.
Nene: thank you for your time and keep up the good work.
- Back in Station Square, in the abandoned tunnels. Some of the inhuman beasts move faster than others. One of them that looks something like a cross between a manta ray, a cockroach and a man flies through the air toward Claire. It lashes out with black barbed tail recklessly as it swoops in low toward her. The chameleon-like one that initially struck Rust still looms thrashing over him making horrible screeching sounds. Another one of the unnerving creatures, this one like a reptilian hornet, seizes Rust’s EMG and tries to make sense of it. All the while, additional beasts emerge from dark tunnels and crevices making their way toward either Claire or Rust. -
Claire: *shrieks and ducks just in the right moment before the terrific mutant's tail would've split her skull; she does a barrel roll to avoid the tiger claws of a man with bull tail and legs and puts her hands up trying to console the monsters* Hey, hey now guys! We don't wanna let this get outta hand, right? We ain't here for trouble! Can't we just… yanno, reason this out? *the manta creature begins to circle around back to Claire, weaving through columns as it does so; the tiger clawed beast lunges out again with claws and hooves, any possible intelligence or compassion gone from its face and replaced with only savagery, rage and hunger; the perverse nature of these creatures en mass makes the very air, already feted and putrid, to reek of something dark and hellish; the sin is nearly thick enough to chew for anyone sensitive enough to sense it*
Rust: *Rust seems to fare no better than Claire; he's on his back with multiple assailants raining down kicks and claws upon him; he grits his teeth and bears the abuse as best he can; moving and dodging as best he can in the situation*
Claire: *as she proceeds to dodge the attacks, she gives up trying to reason with the vile beasts; before she can aim and land a shot though, one of them snatches the gun from her and accidentally takes a bullet through its own brain while trying to figure it out; as the tunnel fills with more and more beasts, Claire feels the splitting headache coming back that can only mean one thing; the tiger clawed mutant lashes out at her and leaves four long, deep cuts on her back, throwing her face down on the ground - all colours transgress natural brightness, and for a moment everything is white; light and dark violet, purple and bloody red swirls and dots begin to dive up from below the white until everything in her view meanders and dances in an unnerving purple limbo and she feels the nachzehrer rampage in her insides before it splits her spine and explodes her rip cage, tearing her back open - no sooner, she falls unconscious; the nachzehrer wastes no time and immediately begins to tear apart the mutants as if they were wet paper; It moves quickly and jaggedly, first lunging out with open mouth and swallowing the bull-tiger-man’s leg in a flurry of teeth before disembowelling it with a whirlwind claw and simultaneously tearing off the head of the approaching manta; it attacks and devours all that come near it and reaches itself impossibly far from Claire as necessary to reach new targets*
Rust: (Holy Hell, THAT’s her demon?!) *he thinks, this event dragging him to a full alert like nothing else has so far; noting that Claire’s unconscious at the moment, he dares take his hands out of his pockets and confronts his assailants*
As the chameleon thrashes its arm down against him he catches it with his bare hand; pure pain streams through the beast at the point of contact and it reels back, pulling Rust to his feet in the process. The old wolf then makes a point of gouging the beast’s eyes out with two fingers and franticly looking for quick escape. No path seems far enough away from the nachzehrer but he begins running regardless down the tunnel to the fourth level. Numerous rats and mutants jam the path but a well placed kick or punch quickly gets him past most of them and to a damaged maintenance cart. Taking that in stride he quickly hijacks and shoves off unarmed down the unlit tunnel and into the darkness of the fourth level. In seconds, there is no sign of Rust but his fallen gloves and his stolen EMG, useless in the hands of its new owner.
*As he was getting ready to talk to the survivor and ask her if she would like to learn to defend herself he heard someone come up to him he turned to see a man dressed in standard Zot gear*
Mik:so enjoying your welcome back?
Joseph:*for a moment his face lights up and tail wags.*Mik its good to see you again! *he then calms himself as he shakes hands and sits down with his friend at the table* but in all honesty its what I expected I would get for such.
Mik:mm. *he nods and turns his atention to the wolf then back to Joseph* so what's her name?
Joseph: she can't remember. In fact, there's a lot she can't remember, but we're working on that.
Mik:*he then looks over to her. After carefully studing her he extends his hand* Hello I'm Mikail, but you may call me Mik. I'm one of Joseph's friends.
???: *feels another sting in her heart as she hears the stranger call out his name* Hey Mik, nice to meet you. I'm nobody. *she immediately regrets her words and looks down at the floor* I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… you know. *remains quiet searching for something to rescue the conversation*
- Down below Snow's house, Snow hits the gas pedal the same moment Pico enters, not waiting for him to sit down properly, save closing his seatbelt. With screeching tyres, the car shoots forward, the sound of the engine reflected and amplified by the tunnel by a tenfold. After eleven kilometres, the tunnel suddenly spits them out to the surface and a narrow gravel road under a bloody red sundown. Disregarding the sensitive white car paint, he doesn't slow down and pushes the F6 to its limits. After three more kilometres, the gravel road joins with a paved highway that leads towards Station Square. Several speed restriction signs pass by ignored. After the sound orchestra in the tunnel, the atmosphere in the car has gone uncomfortably quiet and cold with the radio off and Snow obviously not in the mood for talking. -
- Meanwhile in Station Square, in the old subway tunnels… -
Claire: *slowly starts to come to her senses coughing* Fuck… Not again… *she looks around and becomes aware of the tunnel - there's blood staining the walls and ceiling everywhere, but no bodies to which that blood might have belonged to, just ripped pieces of old, mouldy clothing; Claire remembers having seen some of the mutants with that kind of clothes, fur and rawhide clothes, judging by colour and the odds, probably taken from the rats running around down here aplenty; the thought about Rust comes back to her like boiling water running down her throat* Rust?! *she comes to her feet shakily and walks up and down the tunnel looking for the old wolf - all she finds are his gloves and his rail gun though* Wait, now just hold on a damn minute! That- … can't be. No… I didn't- … I couldn't- … *she can't speak out her horrible thought; staggering, she leans with her back against one of the numerous pillars and slides down by its side, staring at his gloves* (But what if he escaped? I mean, he could'a escaped, couldn't he?) *she gulps and looks down both ends of the tunnel; the blood reaches as far as she can look - she comes to the conclusion that he can't have escaped that* (… He's dead. He's dead and… I killed him.) *pulling up her legs and resting her head on her arms, she starts crying and crying… not for herself and not about her curse, but for someone else, for the first time in decades*
- On Rheinheim's property somewhere… -
Rheinheim: *clicks through several images of parchment with unreadable hieroglyphs trying to make sense of the content*
Alerick: *enters Rheinheim's office* Do you have the scroll yet, sir?
Rheinheim: Ah, Herr Rreynold, yes. Please come in. Could you tell me which of zese is ze rright scrroll? I fear I em not qualified to tell zem apart myself.
Alerick: *looks over the pictures carefully, taking a long moment to decide* Thaaat one. *he says pointing to it* Do you happen to have the physical copy too?
Rheinheim: *checks the number of the scroll in the computer's list and looks over at the side table next to the door* It should be ze sevenz to ze left. How long do you zink you will take?
Alerick: *fetches the scroll* I can't accurately say, sir. Nobody's ever attempted what you're asking for. Best guess is anywhere between four hours and four weeks, erring on the side of caution. It would take less time for a simpler spell.
Rheinheim: *puts his hands up consoling* No haste, my frriend, no haste. I know zis is a tall order. You can take all ze time you want. Grranted, it would rreally imprress me if you could get it done in a short time.
Alerick: Understood, sir. This project has my undivided attention.
Rheinheim: Verry good, Herr Rreyonld, verry good. I expect grreat rresults frrom our combined work. Oh, and it is enough if you just call me ›prrofessor‹. Zere is no need for titles zat don't apply.
Alerick: If you succeed, ›Sir‹ will be the least of the titles that will apply to you - better that I practice now, sir. *he says this matter-of-factly, without derision or reverence; holding up the scroll he says* Long live the king.
Rheinheim: *nods approvingly* Good fortune to him and all his bloodline. *after Alerick leaves and closes the door, Rheinheim can't help but laugh quietly and shake his head*
–Zot–
Lucy: *thinks about Lori’s offer for a moment before dismissing it.* “Nah, too complicated. I’ll try to find a work around, you know.” (I could just make up something for the red fox, nobody would even know till the boss gets back. …then again, I don’t want to think about what the Boss would do to me for lying.) “Ah, Lori… how well does the Boss handle failure? Has he ever been know to, you know, go off the deep end?”
–Station Square, Abandoned Tunnels—
*The fourth level is surprisingly quiet and vacant despite its reputation. The lights don’t function on this level but a cellphone provides enough illumination to see by.*
Rust: *walks carefully around puddles, bones and the stray electrical fault. His footfalls are unconsciously a soft reflection of the tunnel, afraid to break the silence.* (…her Natchzehrer has broken out before and gone back, so he probably isn’t going to stay out forever. Then again, better to err on the side of caution and scout about down here while I have some solitude.) *he follows the tunnel to its station and finds, unsurprisingly, that the escalators have been collapsed and the elevators are out of order.* (four exits blocked; someone or something is actively preventing us from leaving.) *he then takes out the schematics he got from the electrical room and uses them to track down maintenance tunnels and check every listed exit on the level. The task takes some hours to accomplish, and in the end discovers only more blocked exits and a couple of auxiliary shafts to other levels.*
Mik: hey, its alright I know what you mean.*he smiles at her then turns to Joseph* so when's the first date?
Joseph:W-What?! N-no we're, I mean she looks wonderful and all andIwouldn'tmindand-*he cuts himself off and calms down* I have some questions that need answered.
Mik: Of course ask away.
Joseph:*he takes Mik out of hearing range away from the table* the trucks. what are they carrying and why are they headed out?
Mik: *he sighs* orders from base. Doc's orders to be precise. block off any underground areas and set up the D-45 turrets.
Joseph:*he stops in mid thought*…what?
Mik: he believes that the cities are ticking time bombs waiting for to go off.
Joseph: but the D-45's? Those are spefically for…
Mik: I know. but we have no choice in this matter. We don't want to take any chances.
Joseph: *this news while disturbs him makes him glad he left* I'm going to regret this but how are you going to-
Mik:that part's already being taken care of now. we're going to block of any enterence and exit to the underground. Sewers, trolly, connecting basements whatever works. we block it off for good.
Joseph:what about survivors?
Mik: If there are any they're likley dead. However, the orders said to leave one port open till the sunset anyone human or mobian to get out. Afterwords, we seal it.
Joseph: and that's what the turrets are for? to prevent anything getting out?
Mik: *Nods* Also to keep any intrudres out of the city, and seeing how they're the part of the D series we have diffrent forms of visuals on each of them and control over them from here if need be.
Joseph: Mik, I don't like this. this doesn't feel right for us to do.
Mik:*he looks the husky in the eye* this order has been implemented everywhere that has been attacked and from the head of the tower himself. If you wish, you may take it up with them.
Joseph: …perhaps I will. Later though. right now I have my own mission.
Mik: yep to get together with your wolf lady friend and-.
Joseph:*he bonks his friend over the head* you yutz, you know what I mean.
Mik: Right. but are you sure you really want that after what you told me?
Joseph: if it is true I'll accept the responcibility fully and do what needs to be done.
Mik: alright. if you say so.
*the 2 then head back over to her*
Joseph: hey sorry that took so long.
Mik: ya. We just wanted to catch up on somethings and see what our next move should be.
By the way, is there anything I can get you? Some food, a drink perhaps?
*over at station square a truck arrives with several Zot specialists get out with many large cases. they head over to their destinations and go to work. as they proceed one group concisting of 2 mobian hares and human hear something speeding down the road its faint however its clar that its a moterized vehicle heading close to their area*
*Zot*
Lori: failure?*she thinks to herself then responds* Well I haven't really been around here to know much about what he does to people who fail here, nor have I seen him go off.*she then thinks a bit more* I have though heard a from a veteran here that he once almost blew up the tower with everyone in it all because he was betrayed by one of his closest friends. Though I don't really see him doing that. he's too nice a guy and will help you with anything. he even invites people to his office for a banquet everynow and again and even give away free concert tickets.*she then starts thinking to herself about something when a flicker from the ceiling catches her eye upon looking up she sees the main lights for the hall are starting up* (well that's a nice start at least we can see better now.) *she then turns back to Lucy*Anyway, seeing how we can't find him, I say we focus on any tasks that can be taken care of now.*she then notes the hole in the floor along with several other missing plates in the walls* How good are you at reparing and welding metal?
???: *looks up under her eyelashes insecure but thankfully* Yes, could I have some water please?
- On the outskirts of Station Square… -
Snow: *works his jaws and doesn't take his eyes off the road* Distracted is good. More like damn furious. Like always, the world and nature itself are against me, and I'm sick of it.
The Zot soldiers hear the hissing engine sound continue to intensify, before all of a sudden, it breaks off - not replaced by the screeching of tyres, brakes or the collision with something - it just stops from one heartbeat to the other. The soldiers look at each other confused and put the question via comm if anybody else has heard or seen something, however, none of the other troops can confirm more than that there was the sound of a car around and then suddenly died off. The group of the human and the two hares then notice it's coming back five minutes later, this time not from the road though, but from the subway tunnel they were about to barricade. Looking at each other, the three clear the exit of the tunnel just in time before a blurry white bolt of lightning is spit out from the darkness and switches from rails to road without slowing down.
Snow: There, that should have saved us at least half an hour. Given the city's condition, probably more. Anyway, have you been hit by your friend's energy draining shockwave as well? Do you know how to revert it?
- In another suburb of Station Square, several dozen feet down below… Claire slowly pulls herself together. She's cried until there were no tears left, but now, without them, that terrible emptiness she's suffered in the Afterlife comes back to devour her. She is all alone, alone with a primitive, wild, supernatural beast; there is no one to help her, no one to live through this with her. Not anymore. She made sure of that. She can't bear the thought that she's responsible for the agonizing death of that one person after her death she almost considered a friend. The thought that… thing inside her actually killed Rust, probably swallowed him whole even. The thought it's her fault he has to suffer the Purgatory now… Surely the world is a better place without her. She never felt truly alive again, so what gives her the right to wander Mobius further? She would die down here. She would go back up to the subway's first level where there are no mutants and sit down in a corner to embrace death so she would never have to draw responsible for an ended life again. Before she notices, she's begun the walk, as if her legs already made the decision. She notices Rust's Maul lying on the rails a bit down the tunnel, close by the end of the blood stains. She picks it up and walks back, putting it down next to the EMG, and places Rust's gloves on the rail gun. She looks at the picture, but there are no tears left to drop. Just this terrible emptiness. The world is definitely a better place without her… She begins her walk anew. -
Mik: of course you may.*he heads over out and returns minutes later with a glass of water and hands it to her. he then looks over at Joseph* I'll see if I can get you a ride near where your headed.
Joseph: thank you friend.
Mik:hey any ti-*he's cut off shortly after hearing his radio go off* excuse me for a moment.
Joseph: of course.*he then looks to her still wondering how to ask her if without coming on to strong about learning to defend herself*
*back at Station Square one of the hare's take a moment to radio in as the other 2 continue to set up the D-45's at that Location*
Mik: run that by me again?
Buck: well we were setting up the explosives to block off anything down there when a car flew right out of the tunnel.
Mik:did the driver seem hostile?
Buck: no, we didn't even see the driver. he seemed to have some sort of agenda.
Mik: I see thank you for your time.*he then heads to a large device and flips a few switches and pulls up a Mic*
Attention all Zot members in Station Square! there is a car speeding through the city. as if right now do not confront it try to find out who's driving it. Also if possible put a tracer on it. Those working on blocking off the tunnels continue to so. That is all.
*he then turns his attention back to base and continues to proceed to head back to work*
*As Joseph and the survivor sit together and, the rest of the group starts to get together first to arrive is Oliverwith the Pills that are brand new said to prevent any fear based drug from clouding the mind and body designed by tow of the finest scientists from the tower Rick arrives next saying with an extra ration day's worth of food for everyone and bad news that they could not obtain any extra ammo with that being said he sighed and took one last stroll around camp then went to Mik to let them know they were ready*
Mik:…so soon?
Joseph: we're wasting time friend the faster we get out of here the less you and others have to focus on.
Mik: of course, I understand. give the truck driver some time to ready up. In the meanwhile I advise you look over to make sure you have everything.
Joseph: right. right. I'll go let them know.*he then heads back to his team to let them know that they will be leaving soon and heading to their next location*
*At Station Square recon teams keep track of the speedig car and where its headed. some groups report that they see a blur in the car. sometimes red others say grey. As the car while heard speeding down the streets it does not disturb any of the Zot crew's set up of the explosives. After a through examination of each space and double checking the main area for any survivors all at once they caved in the enterences to every potential enterance and exit to the underground save one underground subway that the car drove out of eariler guarded by the 2 heavily armed D-45 turrets. In other various places that could be concidered a threat vital area the same turrets are set up to deal with anything abnorma hat comes their way*
*Zot, R&D backroom/ Frank's repair chambers*
*with the power slowly being restored bit by bit Mia and several other scientists get a better handle on his situation and begin doing more repairs to the cyborg. Others take the time to reactivate the essential needs for certain things that could increase their chances of survial and start fixing their work*
*Zot,Doc's lab*
*after some time has passed and doc makes another batch he heads to Rose*
Doc: So, how do you want to proceed about this? we can talk directly I can use a machine to acess your mind, there's hypnosis…
Rose:…
Doc:Rose, I know its painful, but I need to know. Several chemicals were found inside Val and while in smaller doses half of them are what I found in you. its clear there's a connection. meaning if you can remember the treatment and where you went we're one step closer to riding this world of a dangerous madman.
Rose: …how is she doing?
Doc: *he locks both doors to his lab* No damage was done to her system outside of some swelling and the medicine I made and gave her cleared out any remaining traces in her and the child. Right now Anita should be back and keeping an eye on her.
Rose:…alright be advised though it might take some time and I might not remember everything.
Doc: I understand.
Rose: *she then clears her throat and after remaining quiet a few minutes more and taking a pill she speaks*It was May 21st, Friday. The day played out like normal. I dropped off Anita at her friends for the weekend and headed back to I was get ready to head out to base and practice for a few days then come back. At least that's what I was hoping to do.
Doc: What happened?
Rose: …well after I wrote a note leting Anita know I may be late coming home, and let the neighbors know about my plans I got in the car and started driving out. Training happened. I pushed myself to the limit and afterwords I decided to do something nice and suprise my litte girl. After some touchups and brief training I packed up and came home Sunday evening. I then went to go and get something at the store I don't really remember what, milk I think. Seeing how we lived close to the market and it was a few blocks away I jogged there. that's when the trouble started. I was passing up the alleyway when I saw an someone getting mugged. Not thinking about needing help, I went in and beat up the purp. Then afterwords I was jumped from behind and drugged by whom I rescued. *she then pauses for a moment as if to dive into her mind and remember. she tells doc of the bits and pieces she can pull out of her head everyword stinging as bad as what she could remember experiecing. Everything however wasn't very specific. There were containers filled with something, but she didn't know what. She did remember being stripped of everything and strapped to something and huge light in her face blinding her. There were people that injected her with things but she could not recall the faces. She was spoken to, but the words she could not recall. Her pain she felt from each drug though was specific. A burning sensation that set her innards aflame from one, anoher caused nauesa and induced vomit. There was one that made her feel like she could feel every fiber of herself dying. The damage from each hazordous injection over time there would have dulled her senses to a point where she almost couldn't do anything and killed her. She then stopped to cry from remembering such a horrible experience. Doc listened as he wrote down and recorded these details noting what each one did and keeping track of each.*
Rose:...afterwords, I felt dead. I felt nothing. I don't know how, but I then ended up back in the alley in a dumpster, some how found strength to walk out into the street and… I think you know what how the story went next.*she then broke into tears and just let waterworks come forth*
Doc: *he then heads of to comfort the crying fox for as long as she needed to let everything out*
Snow: Rrright. Anyway, *he intonates the word in a way in which he could've said »Get your fucking act together« as well* fighting - or moreso curing fire with fire doesn't always work. You're not a demon, but close by. Are you a hundred percent positive it will work as you said?
- Zot, Doc's lab… -
Val: *wipes a tear from the corner of her eye while continuing to press her ear against the door* (Gosh… This is terrible. Poor Rose…) *she carefully strokes the bulge of her stomach and while thinking about it, becomes sick with fear something like this would ever happen to her or her child* (Rheinheim, you bastard… Will you never have enough?)
She thinks back, back to the darkest chapter in her life. Rheinheim, with his bald, slender, wrinkled face with the small glasses and his perverted brown coat with that big golden swastika on the lapel. His caring smile, like a grandfather would smile upon the expression of his favourite grandchild when it opens a present from him. That smile he did when he strapped her to his operation table or to the hard wooden chair in his office. That smile when he whispered into her ear, telling her again and again how she was useless, worthless, a lonely, hopeless bastard in a world that never wanted her. All these memories, far too real for Val's tastes. That counterintuitive, paradoxical smile when »Liam« showed her the heads of her dead parents and the two forced her to sleep with them on her matress, arms wrapped around them as she would do with dolls. She blinks. Tears again. She didn't even remember that last scene up to now. Now it all comes back to her… Fear… and hatred towards that man.
- Station Square, old subway tunnels, second level… -
Claire: *grits her teeth as she sinks against the pile of debris that bars her way up to the first level, the pile that nearly crushed her and Rust - it feels like it was days ago; she already forgot about it until now* (Now I'm the only one left…) *staggering and strained to keep her hands away from the unidentified thing that's piercing her side just below the armpit in order not to push it in any further, she comes back up to her feet to find another way to the first level, but doesn't move, and shakes her head* (What or who'm I even doing this for? This place's good as any to die. It's even so easy.) *she's made a decision, convinced that ending this farce will be the best, not only for her, but for everyone else, for the whole world; there's no sense in holding it off much longer*
With her right hand, Claire reaches for the splinter - it's warm, heated up from the temperature of her body. Biting her teeth together, she gives the thing a strong tug, and her whole side is glowing with pain for a moment… Then, she feels the blood spurt out. The splinter - a dirty black shard of glass as it turns out, probably from the subway wagon's windshields earlier - missed her main artery, but still scratched it. Still no doubt deadly by a long shot. One, two heartbeats later, the squirts stop and get replaced by a steady red waterfall. It takes not long until Claire finds breathing a hardship. Her eyelids dance and become heavier with every minute passed. Her body gets numb, first the fingers of her left hand, then the left arm, shoulder and side. The right arm follows, then the legs. She tries to move them. Move a hand. A finger. Nothing aside from a small twitching. Only a tiny island of warmth and sentience in her middle remains, but cools down as well. Even the pain levels off. It feels awkward, as if she occupies a body that does not belong to her and to which she has no connection. It never did, and she never had, she thinks. Darkness creeps out of the corners of her eyes and heads for her. Almost relieved to see it, Claire closes her eyes.
- In another part of the city, one of the turrets positioned close by the entrance to the old subway station through which Claire and Rust entered, suddenly explodes in green fire. The rattling of metallic chains fills the air, but nothing is seen through the fire. Another turret close by detects the heat and starts shooting at the fire, but it gets no sign whether or not it hit anything. Regardless, it continues to fire at the spot that's overloading its heat detectors. On a still intact roof of a liquor store, a green flash appears and disappears in an instant. The phenomena repeats steadily in bigger and bigger distance to the fire. -
*back at base joseph and his group board the truck and start to move out towards their destination uts a rough ride but they get to the edge of the woods. the 4 get out thank thier ride and head into the area*
Joseph:alright everyone be on guard. we don't know if there is anything in here.
Oliver & Rick: understood, sir.
Joseph:*he then to the survivor*you ready for this?
*over at the base*
Mik: *watches one of the visuals go out and looks at the turet that's firing. with a flick of a few switches he sets the rest of turrets to another mode then radios in* Who set up those turrets!?
*for a moment everything is silent, a voice is heard*
Razor: sorry sir, it was me.
Mik: you didn't set up the shielding did you?
Razor: No, why?
Mik: cause we might have a problem in the city.
Razor: are the shields up now?
Mik:yes and the turrets have been set to its proper setting:abnomalities/forgin energies.
Razor:anything else?
Mik: yes, and this goes for Everyone, now! take a pill that from the container that was given to you by those on the truck, and activate mode VII on your armor. No more waisting time group up and get ready to break out the napalm. Snipers stay hidden near the areas and use our "special rounds" to deal with this. same goes for everyone else and thier weapons. get explosives set up and defences ready that is an order!*he then grabs his gem and radios to the tower*
Brian we have a problem something is indeed in that city. The orders were right someone is indeed here or rather in the city.
Brian: I see. has everyone readied up there?
Mik: We are doing so right now.*he boots up mode VII on his armor. at once his eyes slightly darken for a moment and something in his body changes he feels more relaxed, aware and physically faster and stronger, a helmet then forms around the head and a shield compresses around the suit* its possible that the creature is after what we are.
Brian: true. however if Claire has passed on then we have only 2 things to worry about. listening to her brother and whateveris in that city. Right now I'm having some men question Steven about the subject. I'll let you know more as soon as I get it. We're thinking of sending someone over to deal with this expect him soon to be in the city.
Mik:understood. Over and out.*he puts down the gem and has the others ready up at camp*
*back at the city each group begins to do so ready up and head to the turrets they switch their clips from standard to their "special clips & equipment". If this were any other situation they would be heavily against it. however with hearings about the attack and what kind of creatures their foes are, the units don't take chances and aren't looking to mess around. wanting to make sure things play out as they should*
*Zot, Doc's labs*
*after their embrace doc heads back to his table and starts writing and thinking he then looks up*
Doc: Thank you for the information Rose you did well.
Rose: Doc, I don't expect to live normally after we take care of this war. I just want to at least have something close to it and not worry about Anita having had to experience what I have.*she dries her tears and within an instant her tone changes as if nothing happened* Now then, how about I cook us something?
Doc:*slightly concerned* Rose you really don't have to…
Rose: I insist. After all, everyone here is working hard to do things all I've been doing is sitting in a room near yours, with a rifle aimed out the mail slot and a shotgun in my lap trying to protect your room, Anita, and all your friends here.*she then rolls over to the door and unlocks it* what do you wish to have?
*in the next room over a door opens in Doc's main room a door opens and a famillar fox walks through silghtly tired*
Anita: (ohh man I really need to stop saying yes to helping everyone. Doc trusted me with making sure that Valary was ok and I took almost forever getting back. he'll understand though. he always does.)*she sighs and looks up from the bed and over to the door and sees a hedgehog at the opposite door not paying attention*(she's up. ok, doc didn't give any instruction for that. so what do I do? …wing it.) *she then heads into the kitchen and pours some milk and gets a couple cookies ready for Val and a few for herself.*
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