3000 Strong tasked with protecting Castle Vankoryth, Scarlet Devil Mansion, The bastion of Verinotte Hollow and those who serve Dracul royalty. They are well trained, well armed and ready to take on any threat.
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Dracul Protective Front
These are the soldiers who are situated in the Cursed Woods, patrolling and protecting the inner sanctum and all those who side with the Vankoryth Detente.
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The Abandoned Slums
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Rulke
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So begins...
Dracul Protective Front's Story
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Athena and Yves rushed into the fray with a detachment of well trained soldiers. She smirked at their feeble attempts. The nanites they had injected with by Descorp were keeping the effects of said grenades happening. In truth this group seemed more like a rabble, not at all prepared. The French vampire meanwhile pulled out his rapier in one hand and Desert Eagle in the other, not caring whom they killed as he parried and made swift work on the pathetic denizens who had thought to attack this place.
Meanwhile Athena, had pulled out her custom made rifle and was gunning them down intensely, focusing her fire on the ones nearest. This was laughable, they had attacked heavily defended area. Something did not sit right with this woman, here they being incredibly dull-witted and sending a small force to be massacred. Still she fired her rifle and took care of many as she could, but after third reload she could not ignore this, "It's a distraction." she yelled out, "They are trying to distract us, clean out the rest of them, I need twelve men and Alex to follow me outside, I have a feeling I know what they're after!"
Yves saluted and tore apart one of the untrained rabble, finally hulking out, his muscle mass growing and strength reaching terrifying heights as he literally smashed apart one of the men's head with a mere punch.
As this went on Athena, gathered Alex and her twelve soldiers and whispered, "No one sane would attack us with this small a force, it's a distraction."
Meanwhile Athena, had pulled out her custom made rifle and was gunning them down intensely, focusing her fire on the ones nearest. This was laughable, they had attacked heavily defended area. Something did not sit right with this woman, here they being incredibly dull-witted and sending a small force to be massacred. Still she fired her rifle and took care of many as she could, but after third reload she could not ignore this, "It's a distraction." she yelled out, "They are trying to distract us, clean out the rest of them, I need twelve men and Alex to follow me outside, I have a feeling I know what they're after!"
Yves saluted and tore apart one of the untrained rabble, finally hulking out, his muscle mass growing and strength reaching terrifying heights as he literally smashed apart one of the men's head with a mere punch.
As this went on Athena, gathered Alex and her twelve soldiers and whispered, "No one sane would attack us with this small a force, it's a distraction."
Castle Vankoryth was not just home to bloodless flesh. It was home to stone, to ancient magics and scriptures that bound material together to create new, living golems. Those golems were gargoyles, who lined some hallways, who perched atop the castle walls and besides balconies; who watched everything and everyone.
And some of them... Were alive.
And so, when the attacking strike-team began to cause a commotion, the stone-monsters woke and descended upon the invaders in a glorious, yet horrific spectacle of tearing meat from bone and ending the lives of undead. They could not have expected them, they could not have been prepared and they could simply not defend against the overwhelming power that the stone had to offer.
They stole much of the glory that morning, and when the attack ended almost as soon as it had begun, the Gargoyles returned to their posts and ceased moving. Someone would have to clean them, though.
And some of them... Were alive.
And so, when the attacking strike-team began to cause a commotion, the stone-monsters woke and descended upon the invaders in a glorious, yet horrific spectacle of tearing meat from bone and ending the lives of undead. They could not have expected them, they could not have been prepared and they could simply not defend against the overwhelming power that the stone had to offer.
They stole much of the glory that morning, and when the attack ended almost as soon as it had begun, the Gargoyles returned to their posts and ceased moving. Someone would have to clean them, though.
Timo had not at all been expecting reinforcements when she'd descended, and the strange, canid-like dhampir leapt out of the way of one of the stone gargoyles to avoid being smeared across the floor. Where the stone beasts were slow, she was quick, lightning fast with barely any mass to weigh her down. She picked off a few that the gargoyles missed, but when she settled in to finally devour her prey, she noticed that the taste was....familiar, yes, but off.
She spat it out immediately and cringed, praying that word wouldn't trickle back to the authorities that she'd been killing humans again. It was their fault for being so convincing. But as she watched the pieces that did not regenerate start to populate the grounds outside and the entrance hall, her metaphorical heart sank to the pit of her equally as metaphorical stomach.
But what could she do? They attacked first!
She moved outside with Athena's direction, only barely addressing her and Yves. They probably didn't know that the dhampir was spending the night in the castle, so it was likely a very unpleasant surprise. Timo seemed more concerned with protecting the Detente HQ than intimidating the two of them, which she surely would have tried if the situation was less hectic.
“Humans though....” she muttered. “I thought we were supposed to be protecting them, not slaughtering them...”
She spat it out immediately and cringed, praying that word wouldn't trickle back to the authorities that she'd been killing humans again. It was their fault for being so convincing. But as she watched the pieces that did not regenerate start to populate the grounds outside and the entrance hall, her metaphorical heart sank to the pit of her equally as metaphorical stomach.
But what could she do? They attacked first!
She moved outside with Athena's direction, only barely addressing her and Yves. They probably didn't know that the dhampir was spending the night in the castle, so it was likely a very unpleasant surprise. Timo seemed more concerned with protecting the Detente HQ than intimidating the two of them, which she surely would have tried if the situation was less hectic.
“Humans though....” she muttered. “I thought we were supposed to be protecting them, not slaughtering them...”
Alex was stabbed before the Gargoyles came in, but after Athena did. His eyes began to turn blue, but he tried to contain it. He seemed to be changing, and then, he just rushed past Athena like lightning, ripping into one person and drinking his blood, healing himself. But, whatever that was, his eyes turning blue, that was not natural.
After the soldiers, Gargoyles, and such was over, he looked at Athena with anger and worry. "How...HOW...these are humans! Not Vampires! I have known people to try feeble things like this, but NONE of them were as effective as this! None of them! I couldn't tell until they attacked us themselves!"
"Do you know what this means? We could be looking at a large scale infiltration! We...have a problem".
He took some deep breaths, and then sat down, and said "So...which one of us is going to tell Casren? My dad will not be happy when he hears this..."
That's when he looked down at one of the bodies, probably the commander, and saw something on his ring finger. He took the ring off, and looked at it. "It....it's connected...". He showed Athena. "This Ring.....I have seen this before. The man who stabbed me used a knife with this same design...". The Ring had a Silver Wolf Head, with Ruby eyes.
"We need to find out what they were a distraction for? Why would...where do we keep our important documents? If they could disguise themselves, who else was here? We need to check this entire place for anything stolen!"
After the soldiers, Gargoyles, and such was over, he looked at Athena with anger and worry. "How...HOW...these are humans! Not Vampires! I have known people to try feeble things like this, but NONE of them were as effective as this! None of them! I couldn't tell until they attacked us themselves!"
"Do you know what this means? We could be looking at a large scale infiltration! We...have a problem".
He took some deep breaths, and then sat down, and said "So...which one of us is going to tell Casren? My dad will not be happy when he hears this..."
That's when he looked down at one of the bodies, probably the commander, and saw something on his ring finger. He took the ring off, and looked at it. "It....it's connected...". He showed Athena. "This Ring.....I have seen this before. The man who stabbed me used a knife with this same design...". The Ring had a Silver Wolf Head, with Ruby eyes.
"We need to find out what they were a distraction for? Why would...where do we keep our important documents? If they could disguise themselves, who else was here? We need to check this entire place for anything stolen!"
The setting changes from Castle Vankoryth Entrance Hall to The Abandoned Slums
It was all over the damned news, and here they were for part of the action. Unfortunate that Wing City had befallen to such an attack, but all that there was left to do was deal with the situation at hand. Led by Reisel Dracul, a large number of Forces Vankoryth soldiers steadily marched closer and closer to the border of Wing City and the Cursed Wood. They emerged from the dark trees, a force to be reckoned with at first sight. They halted, a command was ordered, and they began to fortify the border trees of the wood. Steadily and with an eerie speed the vampyric soldiers secured the border.
"Should about do it," Reisel Dracul nodded to a soldier under his command, who saluted and scurried off. The border seemed secure enough, and if it would come to fighting so be it, but hopefully it wouldn't reach here. The situation was grim.
"VENOMSQUAD!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs at the assembled troops, who repeated his command. Four of the entire army separated from the mass and ran to Reisel Dracul. He had called them for a specific mission, and waited for all four of them to assemble themselves formally before continuing.
"We're going through the slums, secure all civilians. Watch out for allied forces," Reisel gave everyone a hard look, "Shoot anything else that moves."
"Should about do it," Reisel Dracul nodded to a soldier under his command, who saluted and scurried off. The border seemed secure enough, and if it would come to fighting so be it, but hopefully it wouldn't reach here. The situation was grim.
"VENOMSQUAD!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs at the assembled troops, who repeated his command. Four of the entire army separated from the mass and ran to Reisel Dracul. He had called them for a specific mission, and waited for all four of them to assemble themselves formally before continuing.
"We're going through the slums, secure all civilians. Watch out for allied forces," Reisel gave everyone a hard look, "Shoot anything else that moves."
Gunfire. Reisel picked it out immediately, as did his inferiors, but they stayed rapt and waited for the order. Venomsquad had assembled, decked out in the best leftovers of Descorp gear they had, ready to chance any odds and fight for the night. They stood in a semicircle, keeping an eye on Reisel's back as he finished briefing them. Shouts from other militant men to keep in position at the border assured Reisel as he and Venomsquad departed that things would be alright. The Abandoned Slums and the Cursed Wood were direct neighbors save for a spit of barren land, with a single rotted strip of pavement reluctantly stretching into the dark trees. A battlefield if it would come to it, Reisel thought sparing the spot a last glance.
They moved onward, silently, keeping to the shadows. Venomsquad was trained and elite, there may only be four of them but they were four of the finest. It wasn't long after their initial break away into the godforsaken structures of the Abandoned Slums that gunfire could be heard. Reisel froze, Venomsquad taking defensive positions high out of sight. A single low pitched beep sounded in all five of the vampire's ears. It signaled that one of them was breaking away to scout ahead. Each squad member had a specific tone that would alert the others when he or she moved from camp radius. The blip accelerated as the member of Venomsquad drew further away. Two more blips sounded as they began to expand camp, one squad member clinging to the dark areas surrounding Riesel. There they waited for news, which was soon to come.
"Aliments acides, nord-ouest" Sounded through his earpiece, and with a uniform blip venomsquad and their royal leader flew to the scene.
A vehicle, abandoned. Overhead the sound of aerial approach thundered. There were bodies, there were drugs. Venomsquad didn't reveal themselves, but waited for the next command. Someone was downed, someone in gear unrecognizable by Reisel. A blip sounded in his ear as one of his men moved off camp. Sniffing gently, focusing on the blip, Reisel traced as the elite member swooped down to grab up a fallen and forgotten member of one side or the other. The armor cloaked the individual as he went about his task, though dust and debris began to cling to his lack of identity as he scooped the dressed corpse. Viewing the secondeye screenies that were sent to his viewer revealed some sort of insignia on the garb of the dead man. He studied it for another moment, having a feeling he had seen that somewhere before. But where?
The blip continued as the soldier progressed to drag the dead potential enemy into the darker shadows. He would not feed from him, no matter how tempting it was. It was frowned upon to do as such. The aerial crafts came closer.
"Sortez!" Reisel hissed into his comm. One venomsquad agents not in the field flattened herself into defensive position, weapons at the ready. The other two had moved off into the slums, in search of zomborgs. Each heard a high whine sound in their ears, then cut off immediately. Reisel had activated the nanite detonators. If the Venomsquad agents were apprehended or compromised, they would self destruct in a brilliant display. Another blip, damn these blips, sounded as one other activated a visual recording device. There they camped, weapons ready, unsure of which side was which, but watching the end all the same.
They moved onward, silently, keeping to the shadows. Venomsquad was trained and elite, there may only be four of them but they were four of the finest. It wasn't long after their initial break away into the godforsaken structures of the Abandoned Slums that gunfire could be heard. Reisel froze, Venomsquad taking defensive positions high out of sight. A single low pitched beep sounded in all five of the vampire's ears. It signaled that one of them was breaking away to scout ahead. Each squad member had a specific tone that would alert the others when he or she moved from camp radius. The blip accelerated as the member of Venomsquad drew further away. Two more blips sounded as they began to expand camp, one squad member clinging to the dark areas surrounding Riesel. There they waited for news, which was soon to come.
"Aliments acides, nord-ouest" Sounded through his earpiece, and with a uniform blip venomsquad and their royal leader flew to the scene.
A vehicle, abandoned. Overhead the sound of aerial approach thundered. There were bodies, there were drugs. Venomsquad didn't reveal themselves, but waited for the next command. Someone was downed, someone in gear unrecognizable by Reisel. A blip sounded in his ear as one of his men moved off camp. Sniffing gently, focusing on the blip, Reisel traced as the elite member swooped down to grab up a fallen and forgotten member of one side or the other. The armor cloaked the individual as he went about his task, though dust and debris began to cling to his lack of identity as he scooped the dressed corpse. Viewing the secondeye screenies that were sent to his viewer revealed some sort of insignia on the garb of the dead man. He studied it for another moment, having a feeling he had seen that somewhere before. But where?
The blip continued as the soldier progressed to drag the dead potential enemy into the darker shadows. He would not feed from him, no matter how tempting it was. It was frowned upon to do as such. The aerial crafts came closer.
"Sortez!" Reisel hissed into his comm. One venomsquad agents not in the field flattened herself into defensive position, weapons at the ready. The other two had moved off into the slums, in search of zomborgs. Each heard a high whine sound in their ears, then cut off immediately. Reisel had activated the nanite detonators. If the Venomsquad agents were apprehended or compromised, they would self destruct in a brilliant display. Another blip, damn these blips, sounded as one other activated a visual recording device. There they camped, weapons ready, unsure of which side was which, but watching the end all the same.
Heinrich swallowed, carefully moving his hand to the safety of his Auto Plasma Assault Rifle (APAR) and swallowed, carefully holding it up right as he sat on top of the Panzer IV. His eyes heady underneath his helmet but decided that just a few more hours would be enough. The people of the area were all talking about strange zombie Cyborgs, another thing that was new. It seemed the invasion had only just started and the first attack was on the City. His trigger finger stretchered out as he held the APAR tightly, the other members of the five man Cybran squad did the same, all ready for combat.
Having a tank as its uses... Even though we shouldn't be working with one... You can cook food on the move. He sighed, watching the radio operator cook his ration pack over the grill of the tank, heating it up. What would the homeland say if this happened there? Probably just bomb it until it is just a blasted rock.
The female tank commander swallowed, holding her headset as he turned in her turret to look at him softly, "Looks like we have company." She swallowed as she bit down on a ration pack cookie. She climbed back down and nodded to her driver, "Yes, turn the corner here and stop. We'll work things out here."
Heinrich nodded without a word, looking over at his squad members, "Right, put your rations in your bags, and get off. We have company." He stood up as the tank turned, standing on the back plates as he held onto the armor skirts on the turret.
The roar of the aircraft was almost deafening but the helmets blocked it out as the squad jumped onto the ground, weapons raises as a group of Zomborgs appeared, the recon squad pulling the triggers of their weapons as they moved forwards slowly, firing at the on comers. Heinrich himself was pleased that combat had started, but with something that didn't have brains to actually shoot at. The slums were meant to be Abandoned, not teeming with life, or the dead.
He moved forwards slowly as the Tank commander started to bark out orders to her crew, moving the Pz IV to a better position with far greater protection. But there was movement that she picked up, on her sensors, not Zomborgs, these things had hearts, the beats picking up on the sensor.
The recon squad moved into a building to protect themselves for the night, going into an overwatch mode as three slept and two stayed up for a rotation of four hours each.
Having a tank as its uses... Even though we shouldn't be working with one... You can cook food on the move. He sighed, watching the radio operator cook his ration pack over the grill of the tank, heating it up. What would the homeland say if this happened there? Probably just bomb it until it is just a blasted rock.
The female tank commander swallowed, holding her headset as he turned in her turret to look at him softly, "Looks like we have company." She swallowed as she bit down on a ration pack cookie. She climbed back down and nodded to her driver, "Yes, turn the corner here and stop. We'll work things out here."
Heinrich nodded without a word, looking over at his squad members, "Right, put your rations in your bags, and get off. We have company." He stood up as the tank turned, standing on the back plates as he held onto the armor skirts on the turret.
The roar of the aircraft was almost deafening but the helmets blocked it out as the squad jumped onto the ground, weapons raises as a group of Zomborgs appeared, the recon squad pulling the triggers of their weapons as they moved forwards slowly, firing at the on comers. Heinrich himself was pleased that combat had started, but with something that didn't have brains to actually shoot at. The slums were meant to be Abandoned, not teeming with life, or the dead.
He moved forwards slowly as the Tank commander started to bark out orders to her crew, moving the Pz IV to a better position with far greater protection. But there was movement that she picked up, on her sensors, not Zomborgs, these things had hearts, the beats picking up on the sensor.
The recon squad moved into a building to protect themselves for the night, going into an overwatch mode as three slept and two stayed up for a rotation of four hours each.
Sharashka and Kiril watched from the roof of an abandoned building serving as their new headquarters as military types began to show up in the slums. "We have a rat in our den or we're getting sloppy." Sharashka said to Kiril, "What do you have in mind?" Kiril asked the Bratva leader.
"Do you need to ask, my friend? We're going to kill them all, make them an example for their love for the unclean. Their love, their acceptance of these abominations to God that dare call themselves people." Sharashka said, turning to walk off and head back into the building to prepare his men for guerrilla warfare.
"Petr, yest' chto-to yeshche. Smotrite." Kiril said, pointing towards the area of the slums that lead into Wing City. A large group of people seemed to be entering the city. "An exodus? Another army?" Sharashka asked, "I saw jets in the sky, maybe that's why all of these people are here. It's a war."
The Russian gangster was far from the truth. The large mass of people entering the slums weren't soldiers or citizens displaced by fighting, they were the same walking cybernetic corpses that were laying siege to Wing City.
A few homeless men and women in the slums spotted the creatures and were quick to run off, save for one man donning a dirty jacket over an equally dirty Iraqi officer's uniform. The man was sound asleep, oblivious to what was going on around him.
He was far too high to give a damn anyways, hopefully the zombies had built an immunity to heroin.
"Do you need to ask, my friend? We're going to kill them all, make them an example for their love for the unclean. Their love, their acceptance of these abominations to God that dare call themselves people." Sharashka said, turning to walk off and head back into the building to prepare his men for guerrilla warfare.
"Petr, yest' chto-to yeshche. Smotrite." Kiril said, pointing towards the area of the slums that lead into Wing City. A large group of people seemed to be entering the city. "An exodus? Another army?" Sharashka asked, "I saw jets in the sky, maybe that's why all of these people are here. It's a war."
The Russian gangster was far from the truth. The large mass of people entering the slums weren't soldiers or citizens displaced by fighting, they were the same walking cybernetic corpses that were laying siege to Wing City.
A few homeless men and women in the slums spotted the creatures and were quick to run off, save for one man donning a dirty jacket over an equally dirty Iraqi officer's uniform. The man was sound asleep, oblivious to what was going on around him.
He was far too high to give a damn anyways, hopefully the zombies had built an immunity to heroin.
Heinrich looked out the window after setting a plasma claymore at the front entrance as well as chaining the door together, the tank crew safely in their tank, also taking watch turned as all of them were trained gunners and loaders, with their specializations at the same time. There was shouted from outside, the homeless people. He had the idea of shooting at them but decided not to as they seemed to be running away from more zomborgs, ignoring the Panzer IV sitting in a dead end of an alleyway. "Arms!" He barked, his squad waking up and groaned.
There was a whine in the air, as the tank powered up its heavy cannon, loading a highly powerful DEAT round into the chamber. The tank slowly pulled out from the dead end and turn it's turret onto the oncoming zombies. Heinrich looked at them carefully, calling in the comms for them to pull back but clearly the female commander was a ruin. The tank stayed where it was as the Heavy gunner of the recon squad placed down his LMG, the ZI-76821(A). He loaded it quickly, setting it on the window ledge with his bipod, turning off the safety, "Requesting the firing order..."
Fire? Yes... Heinrich swallowed before nodding, loading his own weapon and opened fire, the other two members doing the same as the Comms Operator tried to get into contact with any other units that might be in the area. Anything.
He turned quickly, glancing over the comms operator, pulling his weapon back from the window, "There is no point in trying, nobody we know knows about it, and it is mean to know about us being here, yet we are known, to my knowledge. This could be a war happening on this planet for all we know and we have been caught in the losing side. Prepare to stay your ground."
From the view of the tank, it seemed like there was more and more zomborgs coming towards it. The commander shouted the firing order and the shell went straight into the group, blasting body parts and pieces of metal and gore all over the place.
There was a whine in the air, as the tank powered up its heavy cannon, loading a highly powerful DEAT round into the chamber. The tank slowly pulled out from the dead end and turn it's turret onto the oncoming zombies. Heinrich looked at them carefully, calling in the comms for them to pull back but clearly the female commander was a ruin. The tank stayed where it was as the Heavy gunner of the recon squad placed down his LMG, the ZI-76821(A). He loaded it quickly, setting it on the window ledge with his bipod, turning off the safety, "Requesting the firing order..."
Fire? Yes... Heinrich swallowed before nodding, loading his own weapon and opened fire, the other two members doing the same as the Comms Operator tried to get into contact with any other units that might be in the area. Anything.
He turned quickly, glancing over the comms operator, pulling his weapon back from the window, "There is no point in trying, nobody we know knows about it, and it is mean to know about us being here, yet we are known, to my knowledge. This could be a war happening on this planet for all we know and we have been caught in the losing side. Prepare to stay your ground."
From the view of the tank, it seemed like there was more and more zomborgs coming towards it. The commander shouted the firing order and the shell went straight into the group, blasting body parts and pieces of metal and gore all over the place.
Suddenly, a blip began to explode. Reisel's video comm flashed between images of zomborgs pursuing and chaotic running. Though there was no breathing, he could practically feel the panic coursing through the Venomsquad agent who was transmitting this message: "Ils courent vite!"
Shit. Tiny red dots swam in his peripherals. The were indicators as to where the others were, and Reisel personally found them annoying. The dots activated upon the alarm set by his agent. Double shit.
"Sécuriser la frontière," Reisel Dracul patched back to the border of the Abandoned Slums and the Cursed Wood. To his four elite Venomsquad agents, "Préparer au pire."
Reisel allowed the three to camp for a few moments longer before sending the command to move. They were to navigate to the Zomborgs, secure anyone they found, and the situation if at all possible. Damned they would try.
"Hâte" He sprung from one shadow to the next. A blip indicated another had moved, but for some reason one agent was still where he was. Reisel patched through, voice gruff, "Hâte"
After a hesitation, "Le récupéré tombés?"
"Avez-vous récupérer l'intelligence?"
"Oui-"
"Laissez-le," Reisel scrolled his comm volume down significantly after the exchange, pressing forth through the slums. To the zomborgs. They could investigate the insignia recovered and identify the force agent later. For now, zomborgs. Few stood in the way of the four who leaped through the shadows towards their partner in danger.
Meanwhile, the fifth member of the vampyric party ran for his fucking life. This, this? This was not what he had signed up for. However, duty and honor called him forth to the path of the warrior. Even his turning couldn't stop him from achieving this goal.
"Ghet Inzide! ghet inzide! Obtenez l'intérieur!" He fired off his gun from where he was, taking out a zomborg as it leaped at what looked to be a bum. Firing twice again he covered his own ass, jumping up on a light post to get a bit of height. Swinging around the vampyric soldier fired thrice straight down to take out whatever was clawing it's way up at him. In a now-or-never moment, he leaped for the nearest building and scrambled to the low roof. Now, here he was. One of four members of Venomsquad, an elite team for the Forces Vankoryth, investigating the potential apocalypse. He wasn't sure when the investigating ended and the running-for-his-life began, but what he did know was that he was not ready to die.
"Bien?" Riesel Dracul's rough voice patched through his comm. Their bleeps were getting closer, but not close enough, or soon enough. Behind him a wave of zomborgs chased him. Though the vampire ran from rooftop to rooftop, there was no mistaking the damage done below.
He winced as the screams of innocents echoed the street, but noticed many of the zomborgs had decided to take focus. A tank? Running with the crowd, safe from roof tops, he picked off zombies as they drew too close to people.
"Bien?!" The sounds of a blasted being fired echoed in Reisel's helmet as the question went unanswered for a moment longer.
"No."
Shit. Tiny red dots swam in his peripherals. The were indicators as to where the others were, and Reisel personally found them annoying. The dots activated upon the alarm set by his agent. Double shit.
"Sécuriser la frontière," Reisel Dracul patched back to the border of the Abandoned Slums and the Cursed Wood. To his four elite Venomsquad agents, "Préparer au pire."
Reisel allowed the three to camp for a few moments longer before sending the command to move. They were to navigate to the Zomborgs, secure anyone they found, and the situation if at all possible. Damned they would try.
"Hâte" He sprung from one shadow to the next. A blip indicated another had moved, but for some reason one agent was still where he was. Reisel patched through, voice gruff, "Hâte"
After a hesitation, "Le récupéré tombés?"
"Avez-vous récupérer l'intelligence?"
"Oui-"
"Laissez-le," Reisel scrolled his comm volume down significantly after the exchange, pressing forth through the slums. To the zomborgs. They could investigate the insignia recovered and identify the force agent later. For now, zomborgs. Few stood in the way of the four who leaped through the shadows towards their partner in danger.
Meanwhile, the fifth member of the vampyric party ran for his fucking life. This, this? This was not what he had signed up for. However, duty and honor called him forth to the path of the warrior. Even his turning couldn't stop him from achieving this goal.
"Ghet Inzide! ghet inzide! Obtenez l'intérieur!" He fired off his gun from where he was, taking out a zomborg as it leaped at what looked to be a bum. Firing twice again he covered his own ass, jumping up on a light post to get a bit of height. Swinging around the vampyric soldier fired thrice straight down to take out whatever was clawing it's way up at him. In a now-or-never moment, he leaped for the nearest building and scrambled to the low roof. Now, here he was. One of four members of Venomsquad, an elite team for the Forces Vankoryth, investigating the potential apocalypse. He wasn't sure when the investigating ended and the running-for-his-life began, but what he did know was that he was not ready to die.
"Bien?" Riesel Dracul's rough voice patched through his comm. Their bleeps were getting closer, but not close enough, or soon enough. Behind him a wave of zomborgs chased him. Though the vampire ran from rooftop to rooftop, there was no mistaking the damage done below.
He winced as the screams of innocents echoed the street, but noticed many of the zomborgs had decided to take focus. A tank? Running with the crowd, safe from roof tops, he picked off zombies as they drew too close to people.
"Bien?!" The sounds of a blasted being fired echoed in Reisel's helmet as the question went unanswered for a moment longer.
"No."
Fahim jumped out of his sleep at the sound of weapons discharging, the Persian man was obviously startled. But, was just a small drop of piss hitting his underwear. He noticed the cybernetic corpses coming his way, but what could he do? Fahim sat there, staring at them as they approached.
He thought he'd died from an overdose one day, but it seemed he was wrong about that too. He was wrong about of things now that he thought back on his life. He was going to embrace a fitting, violent, end to an equally violent life.
Fahim took a deep breath, shut his eyes and waited for his demise.
His life was prolonged when a van came crashing into the horde, on the front of the van was something similar to a cowcatcher usually seen on trains. The two sliding doors on the van open, several black clad men leaning out with assault rifles, pistols, swords, and baseball bats.
Each man taking out as many of the cyborgs as they could.
Taco leaned out with a shotgun, blasting a zombie's head completely off as he passed it. "I guess he just... lost his head." The man joked, "Oh, that was horrible." Telford said, shaking his head.
He thought he'd died from an overdose one day, but it seemed he was wrong about that too. He was wrong about of things now that he thought back on his life. He was going to embrace a fitting, violent, end to an equally violent life.
Fahim took a deep breath, shut his eyes and waited for his demise.
His life was prolonged when a van came crashing into the horde, on the front of the van was something similar to a cowcatcher usually seen on trains. The two sliding doors on the van open, several black clad men leaning out with assault rifles, pistols, swords, and baseball bats.
Each man taking out as many of the cyborgs as they could.
Taco leaned out with a shotgun, blasting a zombie's head completely off as he passed it. "I guess he just... lost his head." The man joked, "Oh, that was horrible." Telford said, shaking his head.
Warren Aulare was wandering aimlessly about when suddenly he smiled at the sky. For a moment he stood there and stared up into Terran Orbit. A satisfied nod and he turned on his heel with new direction. He thumbed at the die in his pocket as he made his way in to the city.
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