The Twisted Earth (Post-apocalyptic Role play) (Started - Closed)

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake glared at Marcus after he'd issued the orders to the heavily scarred mutant. Ignoring his impulses to lash out, Blake focused on staying alive. "A hummer?" He asked Marcus and Ford. "So that means we're stealing something from the Foundation?"

Blake grinned, checking his beretta to make sure it was fully loaded. "Good," he finally said, "Those men are forsaken. We--" He was cut off by a chilling screech reverberating around the dome. The gunfire outside suddenly stopped, sounds of bullets pattering against the airship dying abruptly. Just as suddenly as it had stopped, the gunfire resumed again, but this time accompanied by seemingly more desperate cries than before from the soldiers. They were no longer firing at the airship either.

Blake popped his head up to view the chaos below. Illuminated by the flaming foliage was a humongous spider, much bigger than the ones they had been facing so far. The Foundation soldiers were firing everything they had at it, but nothing seemed to be causing the raging creature any hassle.

Turning to Marcus and Ford's questioning looks, Blake sighed. "The Queen's up, "He said flatly, "now's our chance."

Without waiting for them to respond, Blake ran down the rest of the stairs and down the corridor to the to the entrance of the airship, and the rest of the group.

 

[Dectomax]

Shaun continued crawling through the grass, thinking of himself akin to the stories of Ninja's from before the great fires. Pressing through the thick vegetation, with the finesse of a drunken sloth, he pushed and shoved his way through the dense undergrowth. As he was crawling, a heavy set of footsteps came from behind and stopped at his feet. Within seconds a heavy pair of hands had taken hold of him and restrained him. "SIR, I've got one of them little fuckers!" He shouted, an air of glee in his voice. "Right you little shit, you're comin' with me! You're gunna wish you'd never been born son." He said with a sinister cackle, as he dragged Shaun back to the trucks and with the help of another man, restrained him and covered his head with a bag. Throwing Shaun in the back of the truck, utterly helpless, he hit another person. Someone much smaller than him.

 

[evalaina]

Hex was intensely alert from the point at which she heard the Foundation men start barking at each other about another person, trying to figure out exactly what she'd gotten herself into.

It had been as simple as sneaking into their compound to map the place out the previous night, until of course they decided to block her exit with a milti-tonne gate. Hiding in a truck was not the best of plans, but then again, she had no real other choice. When they started getting loaded was where the problems began. And now she was stuck, tied up with a bag over her head and with the unistakeable sound of gunfire in the distance. This was not part of the plan.

With an unintelligable shout of protest somewhat muffled by the person seemingly three times her size landing ungraciously on her prone form, Hex struggled hopelessly to get out from under whoever had just landed on her, counting herself lucky that she hadn't fractured anything. Or at least, nothing that she had felt yet.
"Get off me, or I swear I will punch you in your damn babymaker." She snapped, this time unmistakeably clear.

 

[StormShaun]

Shaun struggled to get off the other prisoner but he managed to roll off them, "Ugh, sorry about that" Shaun said as he rolled off the smaller person, "Damn how did they find me" Shaun thought as he lied in the truck with the bag still over his head, trying to get into a comfortable position.

"So, who are you and what are you in for...hehe?" Shaun asked the shorter person with a sense of humor as he shuffled to still get into a comfortable position with all his might, "Damn, they could of gave us a pillow" Shaun joked.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis remained unfazed as a large round burst through the steel hull of the ship they were seeking cover in, flew past his ear and out the other side of the ship leaving two great craters almost directly adjacent to his head. Marcus recoiled slightly at the sight of Mortis so narrowly evading having his cranium burst apart by high velocity lead.

"I'll get right on it, although I already suspect how it functions." Mortis exchanged a subtle nod with Marcus before strolling down the corridor to meet with the rest of the crew. When he arrived a great silence fell over the battlefield followed by a blood curdling screech. The rest of Mortis' companions had gathered around in a small circle, the gargantuan arachnid lodged in the maw of the ship was motionless with a gaping hole in the fore of it's thorax, likely ashes doing. Delrath had moved away from the door a clear sign that the spiders retreated from their beastial assault, likely not a good sign.

Mortis delved deep into the recesses of his black, leather, doctors bag swinging over his shoulder. He scrounged through the thing for a good two minutes, the sound of metal and glass rung through echoing from it's chambers until finally he pulled out the scanning device. It was a silver tube with an emerald-green glass construct at the tip, framed by four platinum prongs. Lime-green and midnight-black wires seemed to jut out at random intervals along the length of the cylinder only to coil into the base where a stark white button rested.

Another resounding screech bellowed through the monolithic dome,the monstrous call rapidly bouncing from wall to wall soon followed by the familiar sounds of screams and gunfire. Mortis slowly stalked across the room to a port-side window and peered through, his curiosity deterring him from the task at hand. He spun rapidly, retracting from the sight he just witnessed, pressing his back against the steel wall of the carcass of the once majestic flying machine. A smile was extended to full and the scanning device clutched tight in his claws, It was only a glimpse but it was all he needed to spark his macabre intrigue.

The Queen!

Mortis was immobile, overcome by a euphoric trance as through his mind the anatomy of such a creature of that magnitude unfolded. He would have remained in such a state had not the spindly, bladed leg of the second spider that had been chasing him earlier not crashed through the window he was just moments ago casting his gaze. It's frantic flailing caused Mortis to take several strides backwards out of the beasts reach and brought the task at hand flooding back into his memory.

He thrust the base of the device against the base of the deck on which he resided. The four metallic prongs darted upwards and the emerald glass came alight. It produced a continuous ringing noise that caused his companions in the background to clutch at their ears in pain. The agonizing sound lasted what Mortis estimated at about 30 seconds before returning to it's original, retracted state. He turned to face the corridor where he had moments before been conversing with Marcus and shouted.

"The scan's completed!"

 

[evalaina]

Awkwardly patting down her sides and legs to make sure nothing was broken, Hex rolled until she had her back up against a wall, shuffling as far away from her new companion as physically possible. Nothing permanent, in terms of injuries, though she was pretty sure that she had copped an elbow to the side or soething to that description. Enough to leave the promise of a bruise.
At his questions, Hex inwardly groaned. If the man was making jokes after being tied, blinded and most probably thrown, she commended his sense of humour, if not his wit.
"Hex. Wrong place at the wrong time, it seems- also, you're lucky you didn't get beaten half to death, from what I've heard. Be thankful it's a pillow you're missing. Now would you mind telling me what the hell is going on?"

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus watched as Shaun was taken by The Foundation and dragged into a truck. "Fuck, we're gunna have to get him outta there. If only for the damn data stick!" Marcus groaned, before running down the stairs two at a time. Meeting with the others next to the passage where they entered, he nodded towards Mortis. "Good, now keep that fucking safe!"

Outside the battle was going poorly for The Foundation soldiers, with ineffective weapons, the gargantuan beast was marching straight for them. The mens shouts of fear and panic echoing around the dome. The leader yelled something to them and with renewed vigor, they kept firing, aiming for the beasts head. The Humvee's had concentrated fire onto the giant spider, letting off short bursts that sounded like a sledgehammer pounding on the floor.

The leader, clad in heavy power armour, returned to the Humvee and pulled out a massive great axe. Running his metal fingers along the blade, he turned to face the Giant spider and broke into a run. Lungs screaming and eye's focused and determined. His men looked on in awe as this giant of a man lunged for the beast and with the strength of many men, plunged the axe deep into the beasts hide. Slowly making his way up the side of the creature. For a moment, time seemed to stop as The remaining Foundation soldiers look on, not sure what to do.

Marcus looked on in complete awe of this man, taking on a beast many times his size but brought himself back to earth. "We've got a small window to get out of here, there's no stopping, no falling behind. We run, we get to the fuckin' truck, get our guy and then-" He turned to Ford ""- Get the fuck out of here in one of those hummers!" He said. Without looking back at the ship, he let out a deep breath and launched himself as fast as he could into the vegetation and headed towards the trucks.

 

[StormShaun]

As Hex was speaking Shaun finally Got upright next to the wall of the vehicle and gasped for air before he was about to speak.

"*ahem* Shaun Pittman, thanks for asking, I was investigating this place due to some gunshots I heard as I rode my bike on a road not far from here, I searched this dome until I met a gang of people, they were investigating the ship but I don't know what for, but the dangerous part is that the dome is filled with giant spiders but these Foundation people must of drove them off" Shaun spoke in a very soft voice so people outside couldn't hear him.

Shaun gasped once more for air through the bag before he spoke again "but on the good side I got some information from the captain's office , the thing about this is that those group of people would want this information, so Im going to wait for them to rescue me, interested in coming along" Shaun said as a hidden smirk appeared on his face as he just cut through the rope tying his hands together, "Perfect" he muttered as he starts to cut the rope thats restraining his legs.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake pushed himself up onto his knees, ears still ringing from the high-pitched sound of the scanner. He'd been running full tilt when Mortis had activated it, causing the mutant-hunter to stagger wildly, clutching his head, before hitting the ground hard.

Striding purposefully towards the scarred mutant, Blake felt his anger rising. He snatched the device from Mortis' disgusting hand as he pushed the mutant violently out of the way. "A little warning next time, ragdoll," He spat over his shoulder.

Pressing himself up against the doorway, Blake peered round the edge to view the chaos outside. It was much the same; soldiers firing ineffectual rounds at the queen as the creature screeched, rallying the smaller spiders to her. Blake cursed as he realised she was heading towards their only escape route. Suddenly, the Foundation group's leader leapt out of nowhere armed with a giant axe, plunging it deep within the queen's body.

"You're kidding me? How in the Good Man's name...?" Blake rubbed his hand over the pale dome of his head, feeling the contours of his grotesque scar. Sighing as he listened to Marcus' not-so-lifting words, Blake readied himself to follow the younger man.

"Time to go!" He yelled, crouching low and keeping Marcus in his sights as they scrambled through the smouldering foliage.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis wiped the stain of saliva from his cheek, the ripples of his scars reverberating along his pale fingers. He watched in desolate silence, smile still in full as the man who had snatched the device from his grasp moved towards the blast door filled with some inflated sense of superiority. Mortis stared with cold eyes as the man barked orders like some rabid beast and peered around the corner like a coward and quickly recoiling like a frightened child.

Mortis slowly rose and looked around the chamber crossing eyes with the rest of his companions. Some were still recovering from the foul note that the device played, others were simply hesitant to listen to the man before them. Mortis slowly made his way towards Blake as he began his trek into the dense foliage, the 'Ragdoll's' eyes lit with a blaze of madness.

Blake was moving in and out of the debris that one could only assume had scattered throughout the greenhouse since the airship plummeted into the dome. He was preceding carefully, his focus completely drawn to Marcus as he sifted through the flora, not noticing Mortis in pursuit. Eventually Blake came to a large shard of metal that reached upwards from the vines, Mortis assumed a piece of the wing that had dislodged on impact. Blake was pressed back firmly against it, his head slipping ever so slightly out the corner, his eyes drawn by the main event of the Queen decimating the foundation's footsoldiers.

Mortis snaked his fingers around the swinging scalpel that hung aloft by a thin wire around his throat and yanked it free while then proceeding to methodically twirl the instrument around the fingers of his good hand. With each passing moment Mortis drew nearer and nearer to his prey, the insanity slowly gripping him as the world around him began focus slowly on the man he longed to slice to ribbons. This darkened realm of sadism that felt as if it coursed through his very veins began to blacken everything surrounding him. He was a mere two steps from his victim until suddenly his world shattered with the foul cracking of a lone, stale twig beneath Mortis' dark, heavy combat boots.

In an instant Blake has violently swung around bringing his Barretta to the empty void where Mortis had been seconds ago, The zealot glanced around awkwardly in a swell of well placed paranoia before becoming aware of the glint of a silver blade that rested aloft the scarred flesh beneath his eye socket, poised to lunge into his brain should he resist. Mortis pulled himself closer to the mutant slayer, his lips mere centimetres from the mutant slayers ear. Mortis savoured the contorted cringe that crept across Blake's visage.

"I want that back, please." He whispered eerily to his hostage while coiling his hand around the device that Blake had snatched only moments earlier. His prey cursed under his breath, resisting the urge to break free as an all too familiar trickle of ruby descended his mauled features. Blake hesitantly released his grip and let the cylindrical scanner float back comfortably into Mortis?s clutches.

"Bye-bye." Mortis bid his farewell his voice: a choir of mocking chords while releasing Blake from the duress of his blade. The man turned rapidly firing his gun into the great all encompassing cloak of darkness that filled this dome.

 

[evalaina]

Cocking her head to the side, despite the bag covering it and limiting her sight to pinpricks of light through the course weave, she listened intently to his description of their situatuion.
"So..." she started, trying to comprehend exactly what she had heard. "You're telling me there's a giant hive of spiders, an entire convoy of foundation members and a high chance of death in between you and whoever the rest of them are... And they're willing to come and find you. How valuable- What is this information about?"

Despite herself, her interest was piqued even beyond the immediate danger of their situation as she turned over in her mind the prospect of something of such value. Perhaps the turn of events wasn't as bad as she had feared. Then came the slight grating sound from across the bed of the truck, which became a more immediate concern. He was... cutting through the ropes? How? How didn't really matter, however, as long as she could use it to her advantage.
"Either way, I have no interest in staying here. I will more then happily accompany you if you do me a favour and just get this damned thing off my head."

 

[StormShaun]

"Sure no problem" Shaun spoke as he ripped through his leg rope with his back pocket knife, as Shaun threw his rope inside the bag and put it down where he sat, he then grabbed Hex's bag off her to reveal a woman, "Finally I get to see you" Shaun speaks softly to the tied up Hex until a distinctive tapping comes from outside the truck, "Aww crap, I hear running, pretend your knocked out, I'll do the same" Shaun quickly instructed Hex as he sat down on the bag as if to hide it and then placed his hand with concealed his knife behind his back and pretended to be unconscious, awaiting whoever to fall into his trap.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe didn't have to be told twice about leaving as she ducked and weaved first through the winding metal corridors then into the vegitation. Ashe managed to steal a look towards the Foundation's leader taking on the Queen but at this point she wasn't that surprised. The Foundation always had a away of beating the odds.

The flames of the fauna lit the way as Ashe made her way to the truck. Then the crunch of the burnt plants cracked loud. In an instant a small group of Foundation soldiers made their way to the source of the sound. Ashe ducked into the shadows as the pounding of their heavy boots concealed her leap into the dark vines that grew near her. She fit herself snug between a tangle of vines and the metal of the wall. She tried not to breath as Foundation soldiers lingered trying to find her.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Crouching in the brush, Irish took great care to keep hidden from sight in all directions. Looking towards the large buildings in the clearing, he noticed 6 trucks and small fleet of humvees, all with Foundation markings. Irish's eyes opened wide in surprise, thinking to himself: Feckin' 'Ell, what're the Foundation doin' 'ere? Alright boyo, there's little time fer thinkin', I gotta get outta 'ere. He looked back, checking to see if the bandits he'd been trying to get away from decided to risk the storm and follow him. Seeing and hearing nothing from behind, he set all focus back onto the trucks. Upon closer examination he took note of the 20 or so men guarding the trucks. From the sounds coming from the inside of the large dome he presumed there were about another 20 or so men.
"They must be fightin' up a bloody storm wit' all that racket." He said to himself quietly; had one been listening they would immediately recognize the heavy accent he spoke with.
He planned a route to get near the humvees, noting the concrete barriers that would get him as far as the side of the hangar. From there he would only need to slip around the corner, remain undetectected and jump into a humvee to high-tail it outta there. Unfortunately the only humvee that offered the quickest escape was also the one most heavily guarded. Irish pondered his options for a moment, I could either risk backin' out in one o' them arseways facin' humvees and without a doubt attract enough attention fer them to start shootin' at me, or I could move in fer that frontways facin' beauty just to possibly be seen and get shot on sight. My, how blessed I am fer such wonderful options.
Irish carefully stood, adjusting his pack comfortably and securing it as he scanned the guards once more. He deemed it safe enough as he dashed for the barriers and dove behind them. He started crawling towards the wall of the hangar, swiftly and silently, keeping careful to remain hidden in the cover of the barriers.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Ignoring the crimson dripping down his cheek, Blake furiously emptied his clip into the inky darkness. "You damned hellspawn! Fight me! Fight MEEEEE!" His anger smouldered inside him like the surrounding foliage as Blake continued in the direction of Marcus, all notions of stealth out of his mind. He knew that soldiers would come rushing to the sounds of his gunfire, and he didn't care. He was ready.

Reloading his beretta and drawing his combat knife simultaneously, Blake steadied his footing as one lightly armoured Foundation soldier crept out of the underbrush, rifle aiming straight ahead. The man hesitated for a second but it was all he needed. With the agility of someone decades younger, Blake darted at the man, not giving him any time to fire. Using his years of experience, Blake twisted the soldier's body, his knife slashing across the exposed throat as the unfortunate man was dumped unceremoniously to the floor.

Even before his victim had hit the floor, another soldier appeared from out of the darkness and Blake aimed and fired in one rapid movement. The soldier had managed to lift his rifle halfway to his shoulder before the bullet tore through his neck. The man gurgled as he dropped to the ground, his rifle still gripped in one hand as his other attempted to stem the flow of blood from the fatal wound. Blake looked down on the dying man solemnly, his face a shadow.

"Pray the Good Man favours you."

With that, Blake turned and continued towards the humvees, his fury still vying for the ragdoll's blood.

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus turned, mid-sprint, ducking as several rounds flew past, impacting into the thick foliage on the floor. The flames around the dome were casting massive shadows across the landscape. Out of the corner of his eye, Marcus saw Blake tear through two Foundation soldiers. Marcus looked around, seeing the rest of the group following at top speed. Out of breath and panting slightly Marcus muttered "Shit!" under his breath.

The leader of the Foundation Soldiers was climbing up the side of the giant beast, digging the Axe in each pull. The Gigantic spider was twisting and turning, tearing up the dense undergrowth as it scuttled around. As it reared back, the man nearly lost balance, but clung on with all his might. The spider stepped to the side and with a sickening sound of snapping bone, stood on one of the Foundation soldiers. The Humvees were still firing at the beast and were slowly starting to tear through it's thick hide.

Marcus took this chance to move towards the trucks and carefully looked inside. Seeing Shaun and another person lying very still on the floor of the truck. "You, get the fuck out! We're leaving!" He said, unslinging his rifle again and looking towards the mass of soldiers fighting the spider.

Just as Marcus raised his rifle, the sound of many rifles being cocked came from behind. Standing in the blast door, ten heavily armoured men were aiming rifles at him. One stepped forwards and spoke in a heavy Texan accent. " Y'all think yhoo wur gunna get away, yhoo stoopid kid, yhoo ain't got shit on us. Drop yur fuckin' weapun now and sit tha fuck down! Else yur gunna end up vaporized boy." He said, laughing as he stepped forwards.

That's when all hell broke loose.

Just as the man had stepped forwards a bandit convoy had pulled up near to the hangers, in ramshakcle trucks and jeeps. The Bandits yelled something and almost instantly the gunfire began. The cackle of SMG's, the steady thump of heavy machine guns and the Ratta-tat-tat of rifles echoed across the open wastes, as the two sizable forces engaged. The Foundations Humvee's pulling up into a protective formation and troops begun resting their rifles over the bonnets. Firing into the beaten up vehicles of the bandits

The man infront of Marcus disappeared into a haze of red mist and flying mince as an explosive round tore into his chest, blowing him apart. Blood, guts and meat splashed across Marcus. Within an instant, he dived behind the truck, as more gunfire spread across the area.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Before Ashe could even thank Blake for killing the two Foundation soldiers she had to duck out of the way as rounds flew around hitting anything and everything around them. In a prone position she crawled to where Marcus sat behind cover as bullets ripped all around her.

By the way things looked the Foundation were in even more trouble than they wanted as both the threat of the Queen and the bandits of which had no affiliation at the moment were firing in their general direction.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Irish was crawling along when he heard loud shouting and sudden gunfire not too far from him. Slowly raising his head, he peered over the barrier to see the commotion. Seeing the convoy of bandits and the firefight that had broken out between them and the Foundation troopers made him crack a wisp of a smile.
Seems I got a proper window o' opportunity, better make me move while I got the chance. Irish got up and hugged the wall of the hangar, keeping low and creeping up to the corner. Leaning forward he eyed the currently unattended vehicles and he began making a new plan, Alright, remain covered by the trucks and find a suitable rig, dodgin' gunfire all the while, then get the feck outta this shite-hole.
Irish unholstered his .38 and dashed around the corner and made a run for the nearest truck. He heard the sharp whine of a stray bullet as it zinged past his head and loudly exclaimed, "Feckin' Jaysus that was close!" Irish reached the first of the trucks and moved for the rear, peering around the corner to survey the situation. Twelve meters to the next truck, nobody between, I don't believe anyone has takin' much note of my presence. Be wide boyo, time to go. He shot out from behind the trucks and made a mad dash for the next truck, not looking anywhere but forward, letting nothing distract him. Had been looking, he would've noticed that a high caliber round that was intended for him was intercepted by a ceramic vest and the Foundation guard's torso underneath it. Luckily Irish managed to make it in one piece and again surveyed the situation, judging the distance and danger between him and the next truck. Almost there, after this run I'll be in the clear.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Double post, ignore.

 

[evalaina]

Taking advantage of the distraction of attention on herself by the appearance of armed and rather violently disposed Foundation members, Hex stretched herself out until she could barely reach the figure sprawled next to her. With a quick push off from the side of the truck, she managed to wrap slender fingers around the main body of the pocket knife that Shaun had been holding, relieving it from his grip.

"Pardon me, my intrepid fellow captive, but I seem to need the use of this," she commented quickly, curling back into a ball so that she could quickly start sawing through the bonds that held her ankles together. Even if she couldn't saw through both of her bonds in time, she was more than happy to just have the freedom to move- she wouldn't be getting far without it. The rope quickly falling into handspan-sized pieces, her attention quickly moved to that which was holding her wrists immobile, maneuvering the knife so the blade went to work. Avoiding the obvious danger of slicing her own wrists open all the while, she kept a keen eye on the events unfolding outside the confines of the truck, shuffling forward until her feet were under her in the instance that she needed to sprint after... Whoever that was.