HAVEN. Chapter One: Dead Men Walking. (Started)
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"Belay those order's soldier, He is with Gimbol watching over the scientist. I will not have you undermining my authority Lt. That butter bar doesn't mean shit out here boy, and i've got the power to bust your ass back down to private. Because out here I Am God."
Working on the initial combat post. It is going to be a rather long and verbose one so give me a little time on it.
Paul raised his eyebrows, suddenly he had two bodyguards. 'Atleast I'm still going' he thought. He turned to Wolfe. "I do think your precautions are a little extreme, captain, but I see where it's coming from. I won't mind as long as they don't get in my way."
Is it OK if I keep that tone with the captain, seeing as I am a civilian and not military personnel?
"Looks like you and me have got baby sitting duty harrington" Mark said. Turning to Paul, "Dont worry Doc, you stay between me and harrington and you wont get in our way" laughing, Mark went and stood one side of the Scientist, slightly behind and a couple of paces away.
"Anyone gets in my way I won't hesitate to blow your fucking brains out." Kenji said walking up towards the rest of the group, the cigarette still dancing around the edges of his mouth. "So lets just hope that you fellas stay out of my way when I'm shooting."
"Listen Jap. I don't care how you did it on the island fighting mothra and godzilla, out here we work as a fucking team." Wolfe looked at
Gimbol, "Which reminds me, you have the most experience in the army and happen to have the proper weapon-" Wolfe pulled out three blue tipped grenade rounds. "These are basically "oh shit"rounds. They have the concentrated essence of what those zombies hate about us immune, if you guys get in to deep, fire one of these as far as you can and run. It will send the bastards flocking to it, and put them in a nice little battle rage. You want to be as far away as possible when they go berserk, they tend to tear everything to shreds when these fuckers hit."
Gimbol, "Which reminds me, you have the most experience in the army and happen to have the proper weapon-" Wolfe pulled out three blue tipped grenade rounds. "These are basically "oh shit"rounds. They have the concentrated essence of what those zombies hate about us immune, if you guys get in to deep, fire one of these as far as you can and run. It will send the bastards flocking to it, and put them in a nice little battle rage. You want to be as far away as possible when they go berserk, they tend to tear everything to shreds when these fuckers hit."
still working on the first battle post. Feel free to talk amongst each other, but don't comment on the surrounding or the gates.
Whistles Long and deep "Sir, You are an Angel in disguise if you dont mind me saying. My intention was to save the launcher till were on the way out, probally when were most likely to need the added clearance firepower. These babies are going to come in handy" Stowing two in his webbing Mark rolls one in his hand inspecting it before stowing it into a different pouch, not attached to his webbing, just incase. Talking outloud, "Well, you know we're going into deep shit, when they hand you toys like these"tapping the grenades"to play with"
Jason listenned closely as he fiddle with his gas mask. Nothing would be worse then it slipping off in combat. Satisfied with the way it now rested across his face, he dared to ask a question. "Sir," he began, "I'm no biologist, but this...shit sends them into a fury and they attack stuff right? So what if we lured them into the open, and then just doused them, with like a blimp or a crop duster or something. Wouldn't they tear each other to shreds?" He asked the guy called Wolfe, who seemed to be in charge.
I'll be going away for the next few days, hopefully I will have internet access, but I wouldn't count on it.
Alright boys, the holiday season is upon us, so we will resume this rp after christmas. It would be best for the story and to help those that are going away to continue to play and not be left behind. If any one is against this send me a convincing PM and i might reconsider
"We are not trying to kill them, we are trying to save them. This is a mission for the sanity and sanctity of man." He addressed the new man as they walked past the sixth gate into the residential area, the barracks for the young and old, for those that refused to serve the community, the perpetual poor and down trodden. Past that was the fifth gate into the industrial zone, tanners, metal workers, gun smiths, jobs that produced heavy toxins and noxious gases. The land was dead, the buildings cement and steal. "The gas is a diversion, but the wind wont carry it far, it loses its potency after a couple miles, no matter how much we use. Even if we were trying to kill them all, it would take years to make sure we routed them out." They passed the fourth gate into the green and luscious farming land. Plots of what ever they could grow, foods, cottons, tobacco, plants for medicine. They continued on as he talked. "We do not have enough gas to carry out that campaign, we need the gas for our generators and other equipment to keep haven alive. If we cant save the infected, we must be sure we can protect the living."
The small squad headed on their way silently. Their boots kicking up dust as they ventured through the third gate into the motor pool and armory, the shadows of heavy artillery. "We could fire the gas through artillery but we wouldn't be able to see there affect, for all we know we could just be wasting all of our rounds on barren land, or on a small group of the infected with little to no avail. Remember, its all about economy of force, using the smallest possible force to get the job done." They passed through the thick wall called the 2nd gate, thick like a castle's fortifications. In all reality Haven ended at the 2nd gate, the last guard towers were on the second gate, the patrols stopped patrolling inside the second gate, the gate had no door, just a series of ladders that allowed the squad to get up and over the wall.
As there boots hit the dirt they saw the first gate. The trenches filled with dead bodies, charred earth and feeble sand bag barriers, the dead burned, never buried. The first gate was the only testament to the brave men and women that died protecting Haven's workers as they built the 2nd gate. "This is how Haven celebrates her heroes. No parades, no statues, just burned bodies spread across the field. Haven has Six Gates, the military has seven." His hand worked up to his neck, tracing the bite wound, "They sealed the gate behind us and burned the ground under us. I was the last soldier they pulled out, said they needed the immune. I was saved because of a mutation in my blood. Some of the others were not bitten, they were just undesirables. I should have died but they stitched me back together and burned the heroes that watched there backs." He charged his gun and put it on semi. "From here on out We're going hot boys."
The small squad headed on their way silently. Their boots kicking up dust as they ventured through the third gate into the motor pool and armory, the shadows of heavy artillery. "We could fire the gas through artillery but we wouldn't be able to see there affect, for all we know we could just be wasting all of our rounds on barren land, or on a small group of the infected with little to no avail. Remember, its all about economy of force, using the smallest possible force to get the job done." They passed through the thick wall called the 2nd gate, thick like a castle's fortifications. In all reality Haven ended at the 2nd gate, the last guard towers were on the second gate, the patrols stopped patrolling inside the second gate, the gate had no door, just a series of ladders that allowed the squad to get up and over the wall.
As there boots hit the dirt they saw the first gate. The trenches filled with dead bodies, charred earth and feeble sand bag barriers, the dead burned, never buried. The first gate was the only testament to the brave men and women that died protecting Haven's workers as they built the 2nd gate. "This is how Haven celebrates her heroes. No parades, no statues, just burned bodies spread across the field. Haven has Six Gates, the military has seven." His hand worked up to his neck, tracing the bite wound, "They sealed the gate behind us and burned the ground under us. I was the last soldier they pulled out, said they needed the immune. I was saved because of a mutation in my blood. Some of the others were not bitten, they were just undesirables. I should have died but they stitched me back together and burned the heroes that watched there backs." He charged his gun and put it on semi. "From here on out We're going hot boys."