HAVEN. Chapter One: Dead Men Walking. (Started)
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My life has been hectic, put a dog down, helped two different friends move, not to mention rotc and counseling a raped friend. Sorry for my prolonged absence.
The story is going fine except the LT. isn't mutating from a gene and become super soldier. You are not alice, and your not nemesis. Its just adrenaline.
The story is going fine except the LT. isn't mutating from a gene and become super soldier. You are not alice, and your not nemesis. Its just adrenaline.
Neglect the mutiny please.____________________________
A figure ambled out of a door frame, blood streaked and holding a shattered radio. He walked towards the group with one hand up and the other on his SCAR.
He swatted the Lt.'s gun out of his face, and pulled the butter bar from his chest. "You got them this far, and were willing to take over when i was gone. Your a good leader, well except for the water works." He slapped him on the shoulder, "When we make it back i'ma get you a nice platinum bar instead, congratulations First Lt."
Wolf looked at the rag tag group, "We got another 2 klicks till we rest for the night, your oh shit shell grabbed most the zombies, some might be lingering. Get the big guns and follow me." He looked over at the tech,
"You aint by chance carrying a radio i can use?"
Then it hit him. How did the Captain know about my emotional breakdown? He thought. Unless... Joseph eyes widened in shock. Unless, the captain was listening the whole time, which means that he abandoned us and waited for us to die...
"Son of a *****." He said again, this time louder. That means that, holy shit, we're not the best of the best, we're the scum of HAVEN, that explains every thing now. Why there's a convict on our team, this isn't a Op, this is bloody trash take out. Rage sudenly filled the new First Lieutenent, He quickly Holsterd his K-Bar and his M1911, and walked up behind the Captain, he taped him on the shoulder.
"Uh, sir?" He asked, the captain calmly turned around, oblivious to what happened next...
"Yes, Firs-" He didn't finish his sentance, it was cut off by Joseph hard Left hook to his jaw. It knocked the Captain to the floor, but not before letting off a burst from his SCAR into the roof.
"What the hell? What is your major malfunction?" He asked. Wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Shut up." Was Josephs' response. He grabbed the Captain by his Fatuiges and held him close to his face. "You wanted us dead, you wern't here to save the human race, you just wanted to get us all killed, and take the cure back to HAVEN and be a hero." He said. "Well, I've lost too many friends and family to let that happen." Joseph unholsterd his M1911, pressed his boot against the Captains neck and aimed down the sights. He didn't have time to squeeeze the trigger, becuase Gumbo, Harrington, and Mark tackled him...
"Son of a *****." He said again, this time louder. That means that, holy shit, we're not the best of the best, we're the scum of HAVEN, that explains every thing now. Why there's a convict on our team, this isn't a Op, this is bloody trash take out. Rage sudenly filled the new First Lieutenent, He quickly Holsterd his K-Bar and his M1911, and walked up behind the Captain, he taped him on the shoulder.
"Uh, sir?" He asked, the captain calmly turned around, oblivious to what happened next...
"Yes, Firs-" He didn't finish his sentance, it was cut off by Joseph hard Left hook to his jaw. It knocked the Captain to the floor, but not before letting off a burst from his SCAR into the roof.
"What the hell? What is your major malfunction?" He asked. Wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Shut up." Was Josephs' response. He grabbed the Captain by his Fatuiges and held him close to his face. "You wanted us dead, you wern't here to save the human race, you just wanted to get us all killed, and take the cure back to HAVEN and be a hero." He said. "Well, I've lost too many friends and family to let that happen." Joseph unholsterd his M1911, pressed his boot against the Captains neck and aimed down the sights. He didn't have time to squeeeze the trigger, becuase Gumbo, Harrington, and Mark tackled him...
Jason watched the fight unfold. He simply turned back to his foraging. Most of the tech in this building was gone, but something in a vent caught his eye. A small gleam. While the little scufffle was going on, Jason climbed up and pried the vent open. A skeleton fell out, still wearing it's police uniform. He had obviously died of starvation. Jason pocketed the gun, but the radio entrigued him. He pressed the button and found out it still worked well. "Hey Cap'n" Jason called to Wolfe. "Found a working radio you might be interested in."
Joseph struggled against the three other men, the Captain simply got up, wipped the still flowing blood of his lip. He simply smiled and walked up to Joseph and kicked him in the jaw, Joseph saw his own blood sparkle in the air. Joseph started to feel a bit quezzy, then his training kicked in. He wrenched his legs up and over his head and kicked Mark in the face, effectivly knocking him out. Then watching his own face in Harringtons polorized gas mask vizor, he noticed his pupils begin to dialate, then his ears began to ring, ringing so loud that he could here nothing else. The Captain's gonna kill me if I can't get out of this jam. He thought. I've got to do something... He then began to flex the arm Harrington had pinned. He then pulled that arm twords Gumbo, he picked up Harrington up in the process, and slammed Harrington into Gumbo, taking them both out. He got up, blood easaly flowing from the wound on his chin.
"Ah, not so fast, "Captain"." Joseph said sarcasticly. "Our blood should attract a horde very soon, so we should make this quick." He said, he smiled, with blood stained teeth, he revield a second knife from the inside sheath inside his vest. He then said something that both Sid, Mark, and every NATO personel knew by heart...
"As of the HAVEN act, page eight, colum five. Which you wrote yourself, that any CO of any operation, that evectavly abandons his fireteam, unit, platoon, company, division, regiment or civilian population to save himself is efectivly relieved of command. That means your no longer in charge of this Op, I am." He finished, that statement hung in the air a moment, only to be shaterd by the moaning of the on coming horde...
"Ah, not so fast, "Captain"." Joseph said sarcasticly. "Our blood should attract a horde very soon, so we should make this quick." He said, he smiled, with blood stained teeth, he revield a second knife from the inside sheath inside his vest. He then said something that both Sid, Mark, and every NATO personel knew by heart...
"As of the HAVEN act, page eight, colum five. Which you wrote yourself, that any CO of any operation, that evectavly abandons his fireteam, unit, platoon, company, division, regiment or civilian population to save himself is efectivly relieved of command. That means your no longer in charge of this Op, I am." He finished, that statement hung in the air a moment, only to be shaterd by the moaning of the on coming horde...
Jason watched the fight unfold. And he didn't like the sound of more zombies comming at the smell of blood. Pocketing the radio, he pumped his shotgun and walked up behind Joseph, very quietly. Putting the cold metal barrel to the back of Josephs head, he loudly clicked off the safety. Then he pulled out his newly aquired pistol, twirled it on his finger, and pointed it at Wolfe. He clicked he safety of that gun too. The room grew instantly quiet, one could hear a pin drop. Looking at his teamates, Jason began to speak. "If any of you fuckers, move, I will blow they're brains to kingdom come." Jason said, looking at the rest of his team. "Now I don't know nor give two shits about regulation. But I do not want the horde comming. Regulation and acts might have sounded good in Haven, but out here they mean jack shit. Now you two have already spilt enough blood as it is; Within the next 5 minutes we could be up to our eyebrows in Zed's. I don't want to die. To be completely honnest, this mission is FUBAR as it is, and I should have ran while you two were distracted. However, there is way to much blood on the ground now for me to get away in one piece. But there is a solution. We can use the ventalation shafts to get to the roof. Then we can jump roof top to roof top until we reach safety. I don't really care what you guys do, but I know I sure as hell ain't staying here. I will not have you beating the shit out of each other though, as that will just attract more zombies."
Joseph luaghed, not at Jason, not at the oncoming horde, just at the sheer stupidity of this moment. Mark got up and rubbed the boot print at the center of his face, both Sid and Gumbo got up, fine but a little dazed. Then Joseph finally said something.
"Parkour, sweet, I like that." He said. "Good idea, Jason." He resheathed the knife into his vest. "You can put the guns down now." He finished. Everybody began to move twords the vent, but before Wolfe got in, Joseph stopped him, spun him around, and removed all Captain insignia on him.
"I'll be taking those, Cap- Oh, I mean Private Wolfe." He poceted both of them and offerd Wolfe the vent. Wolfe reluctently climbed in, then the rest of the team climbed in, then Galland, Joseph closed the vent cover. Within seconds of it closing, the entire room was packed with zombies... Completly oblivious of the Frag grenade, Joseph left behind, on fishing line.
"Merry, fucking, christmas, you basterds." He said and he pulled the cord releasing the pin and spoon, and obliterating half of the entire horde. It wouldn't kill all of them but it would slow them down considerably, buying the team valuable time.
"Parkour, sweet, I like that." He said. "Good idea, Jason." He resheathed the knife into his vest. "You can put the guns down now." He finished. Everybody began to move twords the vent, but before Wolfe got in, Joseph stopped him, spun him around, and removed all Captain insignia on him.
"I'll be taking those, Cap- Oh, I mean Private Wolfe." He poceted both of them and offerd Wolfe the vent. Wolfe reluctently climbed in, then the rest of the team climbed in, then Galland, Joseph closed the vent cover. Within seconds of it closing, the entire room was packed with zombies... Completly oblivious of the Frag grenade, Joseph left behind, on fishing line.
"Merry, fucking, christmas, you basterds." He said and he pulled the cord releasing the pin and spoon, and obliterating half of the entire horde. It wouldn't kill all of them but it would slow them down considerably, buying the team valuable time.
I said no rambos. You have been breaking the rules and i allowed you, now you step to far. Character control, rambo, and trying to take the RP away, not to mention all this invented backstory about you being on the first attempt, me writing military guide books. You are a player not the GM. Your character's mask was soaked in tears as you so elegantly wrote in your emotional speech. Hints WATER WORKS and not me saying emmotional break down. Congrats, your the first fucking casualty due to stupidity. Thank you for playing, your no longer a member of the team or rp.
Wolf made it to the roof first and waited for the team to arrive. As the last member of the team, Joseph, emerged from the vent, Wolf dropped a boot on his hand, drew his side arm and fired a round directly into his head, splattering blood and skull all over the vent and roof.
"Dont try it boys, he was a mad dog and you knew it. He would have got you all killed and disobeyed direct orders that put you men in danger. It was his fighting that drew blood and the zombies. this is a mission to get to the fucking asteroid, i do not lie to my men. If we wanted you to die we would have killed you and said you were infected. Its just paperwork at that point, i dont care if you do not like my leader ship, we are hear to get a job done and im the one that has the access to the guard towers. We do not have enough uninfected lives to spare for us to willingly send soldiers to your death. You all volunteered for this outfit, you were all we had. Do not think you were chosen for death, and do not try to take my team away from me. I am here to do my fucking job and get as many of you back home as safe as i can."
Wolf holstered his fire arm and turned to face the group, "IF you think what i did was illegal, there is a law in a book older than the one Joseph quoted from. It says that an officer is duty bound to execute soldiers that blatantly disobey orders and in doing so endanger other soldiers in the field of battle."
The reason wolf left the first encounter was so you boys could fight the zombies because i am essentially god in the story. I control the enemies, and i try to make it fare for you guys to shine with out wolf. Thats why i sent you to wolf, and why wolf is not a huge part in the story. OTher than that i had alot of issues over the last few weeks and was unable to continue to post, that is my bad. I want this to be fun, and frankly i think players that do what smagmuck was doing kills the fun in a game hence why i left another player in charge of the first encounter by giving him the "oh shit" shells.
I want you guys to be a team and not just individual strong players vying for power. I am really sorry and if you boys want to leave the RP just send me a private message and i will write your death scenes.
I want you guys to be a team and not just individual strong players vying for power. I am really sorry and if you boys want to leave the RP just send me a private message and i will write your death scenes.
The Captain had shot the LT befor mark could do it himself, he'd obviously snapped and lost it what the fuck had he gone and attacked the captain for, accusing him of abandoning the team. "Sir, I don't know if anyone else agrees with me, but the LT, he didn't speak for us, he went rat shit crazy and got what he deserved." Mark spoke to the Captain
<spoiler=OOC> Ah, what the hell, I had fun, I mean we had to have someone who would snap. Besides, this was my first Commited RP, so I expected this, maybe I'll show up in chapter 2 as someone else, just not as crazy as the Lieutenent. Honestly, the only reason I pulled that garbage was becuase the thread was going down, it was very slow and it would obviosly take a while before we got to the objective, so I tried to add some suspense, and drama, and it backfired, sorry. But hey, it's only a game, and I'm happy a gave some story.
Oh, can I come back for chapter two? Just not the same character.
Oh, can I come back for chapter two? Just not the same character.
ROFL pwnd
Jason looked at the blood splatter. Then, after a few seconds of ackward silence, Jason walked over to the body and stole his equipement: His handgun, his ammo, his grenades. He threw Joseph's rifle to Wolfe. "Holidays in July" he said. "No point in leaving this shit lying around." Jason said when he recieved a few shocked looks. The dual pistols was a nice touch, he felt.
Kenji looked at the blood, staring blankly off into the puddle of red. A smile appeared on his face and he burst into a maniacal laughter, his chuckles muffled by his gas mask.
"Oh Dear God, that was fucking great! I think he just pulled a Houdini on us, I wanna see where he reappears at! HAH!"
"Oh Dear God, that was fucking great! I think he just pulled a Houdini on us, I wanna see where he reappears at! HAH!"
<spoiler=OOC> Well, the only thing I regret is that I didn't explain myself first, and that I didn't pick my reinforced helmet back up after my breakdown. That could have helped, a lot. Well I better get another chracter sheet started for Chapter two, this time, without the insanity, and the boot print in Toxics face (at least he'll have something to remember me by, lols). Oh, and ransack by body too, that should go over well. /sarcasm. No matter how much of a deuche Joseph was, he was still a human being.
EDIT: Right you shot me for being insane, look what 'Nuke posted, it's amazing he hasn't killed one of you for the lulz yet. God, now I'm slightly glad I'm dead now...
EDIT: Right you shot me for being insane, look what 'Nuke posted, it's amazing he hasn't killed one of you for the lulz yet. God, now I'm slightly glad I'm dead now...
Sid looked down at the dead Lt. and just chuckled.
"Fuckin' idiot. Wait, didn't I call that? I mean, I said he was the next to go, right?"
"Fuckin' idiot. Wait, didn't I call that? I mean, I said he was the next to go, right?"
<spoiler=OOC>
Dear god, you sir are a sick, sick basterd. I pray that the rest of the team arn't killed at your hands. Oh, and to answer Sentinels question, yes, you totally called it. I had my suspisions you basterd, now leave me alone.
And could somebody care?
Exictednuke said:
Dear god, you sir are a sick, sick basterd. I pray that the rest of the team arn't killed at your hands. Oh, and to answer Sentinels question, yes, you totally called it. I had my suspisions you basterd, now leave me alone.And could somebody care?
Ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don't Grow on trees. I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed, and ain't nothin in this world for free...Smagmuck08 said:
AHHH! NO DO NOT GET THAT SONG IN MY HEAD!TheGreatCoolEnergy said:
Dammit, now I have to listen to it.