Wednesday turned, and gave the girl a long look. "Well then, maybe I can help you learn otherwise" he said slowly, and reached out with a claw large enough to grip a man's head, and took her hand gently. Despite her fear, the touch was as gentle as a child's
"My name is Wednesday," he said gravely, with a slight dip equivalent to a bow, "and I am at your service"
Alpha Team left the house, Gear having sent the signal to the rest of the Devices. It should only be a matter of time until the Machines start responding. Allister however, was barely even paying attention to Gear's reports on the Machines, his mind more focused on The Wave.
Of course, there was always the matter of Civilians isn't there? Of course, a larger pool of Civilians to observe would be the best option. But again, Humanity reached this far by not being stupid, and a large portion of the Civilians had already left by now. Of course, that leaves the Humans that, for one reason or another, did not evacuate in time.
As it currently is, the local defense force had been slowly evacuating for the past hour or so. Once they had gone, the 23rd would start with Containment procedures. Most of the procedures would have the signatories that signed the Geneva Convention rolling in their graves, but the procedures were necessary. There was still no way of knowing what this was, and as much as his Superiors wanted to pretend otherwise, Laws had to be broken.
Of course the public, or at least those who know or it, knows that the Survivors from White Zone Prime were quarantined. What they didn't know of was the numerous invasive experiments enacted by Allister to learn more of the new enemy. Of course the public knew of those civilians currently reaching the 23rd base camps within the 20 mile radius. What they didn't know was that, acting as Superior of the entire 23rd, each and every one of them were to suddenly be written off in public records as "Dying of *Insert Terrible sounding Illness here*". Those within our custody would be experimented likewise, to see if there is any pattern at all with the ones who have gone Insane.
Of course the Public knew that Brave men and women would be going into the White Zone, sacrificing their lives to rescue as much as they could. Now, that wasn't unnecessarily true. The Observers were formed to combat the White, and to insure humanity's continued survival. What they didn't know of would be the Cost of Survival. Allister knew that it would likely be paid in the Blood of Innocents, Hundreds by now already, Thousands if we're lucky, Millions if we're not.
Allister really hated his job sometimes.
Maybe you could make the Fog do something? There's not much to say right now
50 meters from Alpha Team's current position was the edge of the Fog, rumbling in as if it was an Avenging Angel of Death. Status reports from orbiting satellites reported that the town would be lost one way or another. It would only be a matter of time until the town, or Point A as it was called by Chimera would be overrun. Beta and Charlie would enter in other locations around the fog and the follow up sqauds would be stationed at the Base Camp that Alpha was supposed to set up.
It was....disturbing to say the least. The Fog seemed natural, ignoring the fact that it seemed like an entire wall of gas slowly advancing, then it was very natural. But the town surrounding him reminded him of the fact that it wasn't at all natural. It had spewed out Innocent men and women and, presumably, drove them insane.
The Commandant of the 23rd would not let that Insult go unanswered.
That was also the reason as to why he was here in the first place. Why would the commanding officer of an entire battle group go into the front lines personally? It made no tactical sense, no logic whatsoever. The only real logical benefit was that Allister was one of the best Field Agents the 23rd had, due to the fact that he was the First Field Agent the 23rd ever had.
But really, it was all because he was selfish. He wanted to beat whatever was in there to a bloody, bleeding pulp until there was nothing left. He wanted to see the remains burn and the survivors paraded in chains and experimented upon. What he didn't want was to see all of this succeed or fail from behind a desk, spouting victory speeches or withdrawal and purge orders at the closing of this crisis.
Allister waved towards his men, and they entered the Abyss.
Rainboq said:
Yeah, I completely f*cked up my sleep schedule this weekend due to getting my hands on Republic Commando...
The Towns around the haze were in chaos. Fighting, riots, stealing. No one wanted to go to quaratine. Rumours had spread of what happened to those who were found to be 'infected'. Torture, death and caging were what many were saying. But then the wave did something completely unexpected. In under an hour, it spread roughly 10 miles. it swallowed up many of the surrounding towns, and nearly everyone that didn't have a very fast way of transport. The Haze was taking over the earth.
OOC- Basically, you are all inside the Haze, explore! Oh and Rain, you can finish your chart if you want.
Mother of all Wall of Texts coming. I'll leave the effects of the 23rd's attempts to you. GM
Allister was moving through the Haze, ordering his men to move forward in a loose formation. Scattered enough that an enemy could not wipe them all out at once, but not enough that all of his men could get lost in the fog. They could all clearly see each other due to the enhanced Ocular upgrades in their helmet, but the fog was evidently messing with that as well.
The Commandant gritted his teeth, all semblance of humor gone the moment he heard the distress signal from home base. Apparently the Fog moved beyond the 6 mile mark, reaching 10 miles in one hour. The speed in which they moved spooked him and, if they followed procedure, the command team would relocate to the Space Station 'The Final Straw'. He didn't know if the Cryo Bombs and Incineration weaponry were effective, the line was either cut off or disrupted before then. But, considering the fact that it hit 10 miles in an hour? Yeah, the bombs wouldn't make a Dent in the Haze's defenses. Chimaera was ill prepared for The Haze, and The Commandant felt Pissed
How the hell could the Haze do that? He Knew that the security measures were ill prepared for the Haze. If it managed to take White Zone Prime in a matter of probable minutes, then no way in hell would a 12 mile cordon work. The 6th and 13th would have to be mobilized due to the panicked requests of the Government. The Commandant had no illusions on how that would work. They would deploy under near little useful Intel, with a mobile enemy that would finish any ground forces at work, and the fact that the Government would force the 6th and 13th to mobilize without letting them do their Own planning?
Yeah, The Observers were Fucked. Damn them and their stupid Political movements, caring more for public relations than any Tactical use. Orbital Bombardment would be the only real solution at this point. It was the only Logical solution.
Oh sure, there would be those who will cry out at such Barbaric methods but really, that was the Only thing that the 23rd knew. If the Haze had enough power and resources to move as quickly as they currently were, if not more so? Then the Current Human elements within and around Terra would be consumed without a thought. If they could do so but were unwilling, then that meant that The Haze only had reason to do so now. If they couldn't but were willing, then they needed resources. Natural Resources which could be easily found on the planet would have allowed Scenario 1 to occur, but it didn't, which meant that their Fuel source would be drawn from Humans or their creations. If they weren't Intelligent, then why did they actually leave ANYONE to get out of White Zone Prime? Those poor bastards were meant as a Message.
Considering the Insane Human remnants that left White Zone Prime, they were certainly not here for a Peace Talk.
Which lead to the conclusion of an Intelligent, Alien, Hostile, and Unknown force that Humanity was currently fighting against. By now, the Major Analysts of the 23rd would be Initiating Execution orders to the survivors from White Zone Prime and cleansing protocols, the Humans currently within the 20 mile mark would all be Incinerated, no Organic Mass left for The haze to consume. If they were a message, then the message was quite clear. If they were an attempt to capitalize on human compassion by sending sleeper agents or a virus, then Chimaera would simply not be Human. The bodies would be incinerated, and dumped onto the planet. Even his Father would join the execution march, there could be no Human element corrupting the fight here.
The Fleet would have to evacuate as many people as they could. Once done, a comprehensive plasma bombardment would sweep across the planet. Only the Military elements would be present, considering the hypothesis for fuel, then the Civilians would have to be far, far away from Terra. They would join with the rest of the fleet among the stars. The Majority of the 23rd would join them and rebuild. Another portion of the 23rd would hide somewhere within the solar system and observe Terra.
Of course, there was the possibility that The Wave would reach out into space and attempt to engage the ships. In tat scenario at the very least, we would know that we hurt the bastards. Which was why AI controlled ships would initiate a Suicide Run on the planet and detonate enough Plasma that a secondary Sun could be formed from the ensuing energy if left in a normal environment. That would give enough time for Humanity to evacuate, thus abandoning Terra once again.
The Commandant doubted very much he would live to see the Suicide Run, he would have either made it back, or dealt with the Wave from the inside.
The Commandant breathed out, slowly retreating from his Commander persona back into Allister, the more empathic side of the coin. Allister breathed a sigh, it was a very good thing that the 23rd had prepared for this scenario, for all scenarios really. There was, again, a possibility of the Government currently directing the Terran forces would disapprove of the 23rd's tactics. For one reason or another, be it moral, economical or political, they could find a reason to reject the plan.
Which was why the 23rd had forces stationed along every Business, Religious complex, and Government housing to initate a Hostile Takeover of the Fleet. Control would be given back to the Fleet once a safe distance of 1500 AU was regained, after destroying the Navigational Charts on the ships. Those could be easily replaced once the Fleet returned. Humanity would not have to deal with The Haze in months at the very least. The Forces that would observe would do precisely that, Observe. A distress signal would not be acted upon. The Removal of the Haze threat would not be acted upon. It would only allow them to send a report to the Fleet, letting them act as required. The Only, and repeat, only reason the Remnant hiding within the solar system would come within firing distance of the planet was if it simultaneously Cracked and exploded. The distress signal would of course be chronicled, but an armed retrieval operation would not occur for, at the very least, 6 months.
No, his men knew the risks once they volunteered. The moment the Haze took over the planet, then the Cleansing operation would occur. At the very least, he could be happy with the knowledge that The Haze would gain Nothing from this. If they wanted the planet, we would burn the planet. If they wanted food, we would leave no food. If they wanted to be left alone, then we would always watch them.
Of course, there was the chance they wanted him, Commandant of the 23rd Battle Group, for either his Knowledge or Allegiance. The suit he was currently in would send out a wave of thermal energy, burning his brain to cinders once that was confirmed. The Haze would gain absolutely NOTHING from this.
Allister opened his communicator, "All right men, Omega Path is now in effect. We have 3 objectives now. Learn more about the Haze and send the Transmitted Info to the Fleet before dust off. Figure out what the hell The Haze wants. Then deny it to them. Is that clear?"
Each and every member of the 23rd was committed. They joined not for the money, their salary was the same. They joined not for the Honor, they would work in the Darkness. They joined not for a clear conscience, they would never have another sleepless night ever again.
They joined because they did their duty, they did what was Necessary. If the survival of humanity required the death of 100 men, so be it. If it required you to personally glass a planet from orbit, so be it. If it required you to sell your very soul and stain it with the blood of the innocent, then. So. Be. It. There were no room for the Greedy, or Proud, or Vain in the 23rd. They knew this, they knew that they would likely die here. They knew it the moment they signed up and their identities wiped, no one would no they ever existed. Their loved ones would believe them to have suffered a fatal accident in the service of Humanity. They Knew this. they were told so the moment they were approached.
Immediately and assuredly, each and everyone of them nodded their heads.
Wednesday was about to move on, but then the sky began to grow dark, and people began to panic. Even has he rejoiced that his foe had come, he felt bad; he wanted to fight well and then die, but how could he do so with this girl at his side. He must protect her.
"Quickly" he said to the girl, who's had he still held, "We have to leave. Now."
Sophie noticed the darkness, fill the sky above her.
"W-what?" She said, looking up at wednsday, "What are we upposed to do? I have weapons at home, but..." She felt more comfortable, talking to this robot now.
Wednesday knew she was uncomfortable, but there was little he could do about that; he was a war bot at heart, and was built for action.
"Weapons are good; we should go get them. Furthermore, I shall see if your residence can be fortified against potential threats; I don't yet know the exact nature of the danger"
Name-Sarah Entecott
Age-360
Gender- Female
Possesions None
Bio- During the events following the destruction of the wave she was mortally injuryed and fozen in cryo sleep for 300 hundred years. She was recently found, her ship drifting near the edge of the solar system. They managed to heal her and she currently lies in a healing coma while her body regenerates. She still has her skills in acrobatics and karate.
P.S: The events leading to this will be developed in the Wave 2.
"o-ok." Sarah said quickly. She turned to looke in the direction of her house, "This way!" She said, running towads it. She pulled Wednsday along with her.
When they reached the house, they quickly ran inside and up to her room. She opened the door and reached under her bed. She pulled out a large metal case with 'Dan Freeman' engraved into it. She opend the case revealing her weapons.
"o-ok." Sarah said quickly. She turned to looke in the direction of her house, "This way!" She said, running towads it. She pulled Wednsday along with her.
When they reached the house, they quickly ran inside and up to her room. She opened the door and reached under her bed. She pulled out a large metal case with 'Dan Freeman' engraved into it. She opend the case revealing her weapons.
Venom, she's in hospital, in a coma, recovering from events 300 years in the past that left her almost dead. She is not going to be moving that quickly yet.
Question, just what are the limits to what we can make our characters do? I'm planning on making my character/s either fight something, maybe those Droids or even the Haze if you'd let me, or meet up with venom's or three words' character in a somewhat convoluted way. So I'd like to get a bearing on what I could do.
Allister commanded his men to hold position inside an abandoned house as he accessed the Analysis devices that were seeded into the White Zones earlier. The Commandant took out a datapad and started typing in Codes and Binary commands in an attempt to access the Datanet that the Devices had set up. While doing so, he looked up from his work to see what the rest of his men were doing.
Gear had gone on with Meat to check the house for any mechanical devices that they could find. Seeing as they were all stranded for the duration, Alpha Group needed as many edges as they could to survive. The Haze had proven dangerous to underestimate, and a policy of always being prepared would be set up.
Brute had taken Dick and Dog, for once screaming something about Dogs and Deer while drunk that the rest of his comrades would never let him forget, and stationed them in all the entrances of the House. Each and everyone of them would have to blink at least once every 30 seconds. Once that failed, then said Operative was either Asleep or Dead and, in Allister's own words, the Bastard would be better of dead if he wasn't.
The Doc, Trigger and Gib were with him as well. Trigger had a Plasma Rifle, upgraded to Long Range, trained with the Intent to Kill on the street. The Doc was busy checking his medical supplies and had already raided the Medical Cabinet in the bathroom to add to his supplies. Gib on the other hand was Allister's second in command. If Allister was in any way neutralized, then Gib was to take over.
Allister looked down at his datapad and saw that the connection was through. Absentmindedly, he pressed enter.
Sarah felt herself start to reawaken. Slowly she opened eyes. Everything around her was blurry, she tried to raise an arm but it felt like trying to lift a boulder. She heard voices but they seemed so distant and she could only make out snatches. "Reawakening . . . didn't expect . . . another month or . . . Doctor, she's trying to . . . Please stay still, you'll only damage yourself more." Sarah felt a hand slowly push down on her attempts to move her arms. "That's it, just rest for now, you've been through a lot." What happened to me! Where am I! The last thing I remem . . . OH GOD! That thing, "Doctor, somethings happening!" "Give her something to calm her down! Ms, please listen to me, your safe, your all right, calm down and go back to sleep." Sarah felt a needle enter into her arm and immediately started to feel drowsy. Noo, Dan, Rosa, Fillian, there still with . . . Sarah slipped back into sleep.
Occupation: Telecommunications officer within the Marines division of the task force designated to the incident. Used to be a nav officer of a military naval vessel until it crashed into the moon due to a very distrusting captain.
Gender: female
Possessions and weapons: Sidearm and SMG, along with a two way short wave radio, which she theorizes will break through the haze were she to get trapped, hermetically sealed combat suit with advanced optics, dog tags and a small, deflated life raft, with a roof on it.
Apearance: Due to alterations during training, her facial features are slightly feline in appearance, meaning her eyes are catlike and she has excellent night vision, her skin is furred, as is standard procedure in the World Navy, in order to help cope with colder climates. She has a very light and petite build, she is, however, very tall, around 6'5". Her fur is a sandy colour, her eyes are a light blue, almost grey and her actual hair is a fiery red.
Bio: She was born on the martian colony Eve's Refuge and scored incredibly high in technical and mathematical skills, which received her the attention of the Naval Academy, the navigation department, if you want to be exact. She graduated at the top of her class and quickly made a name for herself until she was posted with a Captain Adams, who was well known for his distrust of navigators. After he failed to heed her warnings, he crashed the ship into a lunar colony, resulting in hundreds dead, and then managed to pin it on her. The brass didn't believe him, but due to public pressure, she was transferred to the WSMC as a communications specialist.
Wednesday took the weapons in his claws, examining each in turn, and though he understood well the gun and knife, he could make nothing of the helmet or strange device
"These will suffice" he said, handing back the first two, "But what are these? I have never see their like"
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