Into The Depths -- A Bioshock RP (Closed) (Started on page two!)
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The thought occurs to me that this game is set two years before the events of bio shock 2... And as such, Lamb would be in full power at this time. Epic, no?
(1967 is when we arrive, Daddy wakes up in 1969)
The thought occurs to me that this game is set two years before the events of bio shock 2... And as such, Lamb would be in full power at this time. Epic, no?
(1967 is when we arrive, Daddy wakes up in 1969)
Alrighty lads, since everyone seems so eager, I'll go ahead and put up the opening post. I'm going to set the scene, all of you will introduce yourselves to each other however you see fit, and then I'll get us into Rapture. After that, it's make up the story as you go.
So, without further ado...
So, without further ado...
[HEADING=2]Somewhere in the North Atlantic Ocean...[/HEADING]
The small, wooden fishing vessel skimmed across the tops of the violent wave crests, taking each violent lurch in stride. Surprising, considering that it was probably the shittiest looking ship you'd ever see this far off of the coast. The quarter moon hung in the sky, providing almost no light, and giving the boat a cover of darkness as it made its covert approach. The captain looked out from the bridge of the ship, his eyes attempting to pierce the dark veil in order to see exactly what they were headed for, but to no avail. He sighed restlessly. The presence of nine FBI agents did nothing to put his mind at ease; quite the opposite, in fact. He had no idea where they were going or even why, he just had a set of coordinates to follow. But they were paying him. This trip would make him rich.
The navigator looked up from his post, "Twenty kilometers out, sir," He said, looking up at the captain. The boy was obviously nervous. His voice shook every time he spoke.
"Mind telling me what we're looking for?" The captain called out to the agent in the bridge with him. Spook, his name was.
"You just get us to those coordinates. You'll know when we get there. It's pretty hard to miss."
The captain only grunted in response, clearly annoyed by the run-around that Spook was giving him.
Spook strolled off the bridge and out into the night where the rest of the agents were waiting. The stars dotted every single inch of the pitch black sky which raised Spook's spirits somewhat. You certainly didn't see them like that in the city. He reached into his suit jacket pocket and re-emerged an instant later with a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches clutched in the hand. Cigarette in mouth, he delicately pulled a single match out from the box and struck it, ensuring that he blocked the fierce wind with his free hand. He lit the cigarette and took in a deep breath before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the cold night.
"We've got about 45 minutes. Check your equipment and get yourself mentally ready because we sure as hell don't know what to expect down there. It could be a perfect world or it could be completely fucked; be ready for anything. Remember, this is recon only. We're going to gather whatever information we can and then be out again before midnight tomorrow. Let's make this quick and clean, because we're all fuckin' professionals here."
And with that, Spook was silent again. Staring at the stars.
"Aye." a voice echoed, slipping from the bow of the ship towards Spook. "I wasn't told I was in the business of photo-taking. We takin' 'Snipies for the Daily Gazelle and then high tailing it? Look, I read the mission brief... I worry that Mr. Ryan, frankly, wont be looking kindly to our lil' peek-ah-boo." The voice was finally traced to the brilliant emerald eyes of one of the agents, who appeared to be gleefully glaring at his superior while taking a drag from his cigarette.
He slowly strolled towards the commanding officer, taking off his hat and crossing his heart with it. "Name's Irish, and my goal here is to keep you alive." As he firmly placed the hat back on his head, his cigarette flickered out. "Bugger."
Flicking the fag into the ocean, he reached into his pockets, pulling out a steel cigarette case. "Now then, Sir..." He began, while plucking a cigarette from the tin in a rather unorthodox fashion. "... Let's assume for a tat' Andrew ain't playing nice. Fah' Christs sake, the blighter burnt down a national park and salted the earth!" He grinned slightly, as flame emerged from his lighter.
"Though, then again, maybe that's why they brought me along, eh?" He crackled lightly to himself. "Gear's been checked, Sir. Munitions are dry and enough munchies to abide a trained man for at least three days, though I'm afraid I don't know the current conditions of our Medical supplies."
Irish took a fresh drag, and stared up at the stars. "Sir, I'd take a good long look. This may be the last time we see the sky."
He slowly strolled towards the commanding officer, taking off his hat and crossing his heart with it. "Name's Irish, and my goal here is to keep you alive." As he firmly placed the hat back on his head, his cigarette flickered out. "Bugger."
Flicking the fag into the ocean, he reached into his pockets, pulling out a steel cigarette case. "Now then, Sir..." He began, while plucking a cigarette from the tin in a rather unorthodox fashion. "... Let's assume for a tat' Andrew ain't playing nice. Fah' Christs sake, the blighter burnt down a national park and salted the earth!" He grinned slightly, as flame emerged from his lighter.
"Though, then again, maybe that's why they brought me along, eh?" He crackled lightly to himself. "Gear's been checked, Sir. Munitions are dry and enough munchies to abide a trained man for at least three days, though I'm afraid I don't know the current conditions of our Medical supplies."
Irish took a fresh drag, and stared up at the stars. "Sir, I'd take a good long look. This may be the last time we see the sky."
Melody Krage stepped forward, a hand gripping the railing to prevent her from stumbling with the rocking of the ship. It's clear that she's trying not to be nauseous. "My name iz Melody," she introduces herself, a slight hint of Austrian in her accent. "We have enough medical supplies to last us a week." She pats the straps of the backpack on her back. "Zat is, if we do not all get shot at." She feels bile rise to her throat as the fishing boat hits another wave, and she forcefully swallows it back down, leaving a raw burning sensation down her esophagus.
"If you will excuze me..." She staggers back to the side of the ship and empties the contents of her stomach yet again.
"If you will excuze me..." She staggers back to the side of the ship and empties the contents of her stomach yet again.
"Getting a little sick?" James asked, laughing slightly as he finished. "So, just some recon? Why aren't we sending in the military? And wasn't this the place that Jack guy came from?" He asked as he put his revolver into his holster on his side.
"Sure, Jack came from here," Larry said. Larry was lounging on the boat with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. "But that was almost a decade ago. Things change." He looked at the group. "I'd suggest you all get your shit in order. We don't want an accident while we're down at the base of the ocean." He took apart his revolver and oiled it up, cleaning it for what was sure to be a busy night.
Susan stepped out from the cabin of the boat, she had decided to get what sleep she could before they went down. "We're all trained professionals here we don't need someone telling us to check our equipment, Chances are we've already checked them twice by now." She turned to Spook. "Names Widow by the way." She said patting the pockets of her coat looking for her cigarettes. "Dammit where did I put those things? Ah here the are." She said taking a slightly squished pack of cigarette. "Hopefully this place will have a place the sells cigs. I only have half a pack left. Shoulda bought some before I left." She mumbled to herself lighting the bent cigarette.
Quite the group of smokers we have here don't we?
"Take a pack from me," Larry said. Tossing one over to Widow. "I got a few packs on me in case any of you need a smoke." He took a deep inhale from his cigarette. "Doc says I should be quitting this shit, but hey, I'm 70-fucking-4 years old, if anything kills me at this point it should be called natural causes."
Melody looked up, a medical reprimand on her lips, but decided that sinking down into a squatting position and closing her eyes would be more beneficial to her argument and her stomach. Despite her usual conversational points against smoking, it seemed to have a calming effect on the others. After all, they weren't the ones who were sea sick.
"Speaking of which, why did Uncle Sam send someone so old on a field agent's mission? I understand that you could probably kick my ass in seconds, but I'm not throwing electricity and fire at you, nor am I shooting a Thompson at you." James said to Larry, who he was suprised wasn't dead already with that mentality.
"Thanks...Rhino was it." Susan said catching the pack. "The reason he's here is because he can kick our asses in seconds. That and his long service probably tough him special tactics and the like." She said blowing out a puff of smoke. She looked over at the other woman squatting over beside the railing. She walked over and knelt down next to her and put a hand oh her shoulder. "Doc a presume. Know of anything I can do to help?"
Melody inclined her head to look up at Susan, trying to smile past the nausea, and just as quickly shut her eyes once more. "If you can get zis boat to stop rocking, zat would help plenty..." she murmured through pursed lips. "...but thank you for zi offer. I can only hope we get to our destination soon."
"I'm here because I requested it," Larry "Rhino" Rekow said. "The last time I was outta the US was 1945. You don't know how boring it gets. Every day is exactly the same. Wake up in a shitty house, eat a shitty breakfast, and go to a shitty job before coming home to repeat the cycle. Now the truth is I'm not as strong as I used to be. I haven't engaged someone physically since the war. You, Righteous-boy, you could probably kick my ass without breaking a sweat. But I'd rather you don't." He puffed on his cigarette again before laughing a little. "As for why they let me go, I know a few people, and more importantly, I know a few people who'd rather me not come back."
Jason Buck moved slowly across the deck, wary of even the slightest movement of the boat. It took some time, but he finally reached the rest of the group. "You know old man", he said with a slight smile on his lips. "I quit smoking just for this mission. Seeing how much love Ryan held for the US government back in the days, people like us probably won't be too welcome down there. And if we all end up fugitives from their law enforcement we're not gonna fucking stop to buy smokes, right? Heck, I don't know what kind of money they're using down there, but we might not be able to buy anything for our dollars, and then we'd have to resort to stealing to keep your gun-hand from shaaaaaaaaking!" His last word was cut off as the boat lurched unusually much. His hands flaied out for something solid to hold on to, but it's too late. He's lost his balance and fell down into a sitting position on the deck. "Dammit, balance is bad enough without the ground moving away from under me" He muttered. Making no attempts to get up, he clearly decided to stay down there rather than challenging the rocking boat again.
"It's a twenty-four hour mission," Larry started. "I've got at least 8 packs of smokes in my bag here." He patted a small satchel on the seat next to him. "Unless they fall in the water or some shit like that, we'll have enough for a couple of days."
"Twenty-four hours..." Jason stared out into the distance for a while before continuing. "Won't they see us coming? I mean, it's not every day people comes down there, or up for that matter, they have no reason to let us go..." His voice trailed of at the last word, and when he picked it up again he was talking a bit faster and louder than before. "But I'm probably overthinking this. We wouldn't go down there if we can't get up again. And you're seventy-four years old, you're bound to have done something like this in the past."
Joshua Hayes came up from below deck up to where everyone else was. "Hey, I was just talking to some of the staff on the ship and turns out this place is pretty taboo. Apparently one can occaisonly see lights from under the water in that area and occaisonly here distant strings of music..." Joshua started to laugh at this "Of course most of what I just heard was total BS but there must have been some truth in there." He said as he made his way steadily over to the side of the boat and looked over the railing into the sea, he then saw Jason sitting on the floor he offered him a hand up. "Names Joshua Hayes by the way , Josh or 'Ripley' work just fine".
Spook flicked his cigarette into the water, came out of his star-gazing trance, and walked back up the steps into the bridge.
"Captain, you mind hurrying the fuck up?" Spook said, annoyed. "It's easily been forty-five minutes, and in case you can't tell, we're important people who've got important shit to do."
The captain, who had been on edge since they left the port, turned in an overly dramatic and terrified fashion. Spook prepared for the worst.
"We are here! We've passed 63* 2' N, 29* 55' W and circled back ten fucking times! There's nothing here!" The captain screamed at Spook. "Unless there is something here that you're not telling me about. I don't know what you've got to hide, fed, but I suggest you fess up real quick like."
Spook was ignoring the captain, but not on purpose. Something caught his eye. He stared through the window of the bridge, searching for anything. His mind was automatically regurgitating everything he'd read about the place before the mission. His eyes widened and he began backing away from the window.
"The lighthouse." Spook murmured.
The captain looked through the window, curious as to what the crazy fed was talking about. There were no stars in the distant sky and no moon above them, like their view was being blocked by some sort of structure. Now he had a reason to be terrified.
"Evasive maneuvers!" He cried. "Put us in full reverse!"
The wooden vessel crunched up against the side of the lighthouse, completely destroying the bow of the ship. The complete and sudden stop had thrown Spook off his balance and hurled him back down the stairs where he lost consciousness.
"Captain, you mind hurrying the fuck up?" Spook said, annoyed. "It's easily been forty-five minutes, and in case you can't tell, we're important people who've got important shit to do."
The captain, who had been on edge since they left the port, turned in an overly dramatic and terrified fashion. Spook prepared for the worst.
"We are here! We've passed 63* 2' N, 29* 55' W and circled back ten fucking times! There's nothing here!" The captain screamed at Spook. "Unless there is something here that you're not telling me about. I don't know what you've got to hide, fed, but I suggest you fess up real quick like."
Spook was ignoring the captain, but not on purpose. Something caught his eye. He stared through the window of the bridge, searching for anything. His mind was automatically regurgitating everything he'd read about the place before the mission. His eyes widened and he began backing away from the window.
"The lighthouse." Spook murmured.
The captain looked through the window, curious as to what the crazy fed was talking about. There were no stars in the distant sky and no moon above them, like their view was being blocked by some sort of structure. Now he had a reason to be terrified.
"Evasive maneuvers!" He cried. "Put us in full reverse!"
The wooden vessel crunched up against the side of the lighthouse, completely destroying the bow of the ship. The complete and sudden stop had thrown Spook off his balance and hurled him back down the stairs where he lost consciousness.