War is Hell (IC)

Incognito · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Incognito** on Fri Feb 12, 2010 9:47 pm

OOC: war-hell-ooc-signups-t38161.html

The drone of the engines reverberated through his helmet as Scott checked over the mission parameters. He pulled up the schematics of the building and looked over the layout of the complex. Sadly, the blueprints didn’t show the access levels below the main facility… They would have to go down there blind at some point.

“Open.”

His helmet pulled back at his command and he looked through the compartment and mentally went down the list. Corbin, the Lt assigned to his squad specifically for this mission, was busy checking the large Big Bore rifle, his helmet was drawn up and his black jet black armor looked fresh and new. Scott didn’t like him, it was too out of the ordinary to have an Lt on such a simple assignment… He had a sneaky suspicion the man was actually there to keep an eye on him.
Lincoln was seated across from the Lt, also in pitch-black armor except for the band of black down his let shoulder. He was a team player, knew how to give orders, and knew how to fight. Scott trusted him as far as that. He was busy checking the sights on his massive BEAST Hand Cannon.
Cain, their team’s corporal and Ordinance Operator, was loading his HK74 Assault Rifle and stuffing spare mags into his Spare OD pack. Cain was a quiet guy, and kept his focus on the mission; a good soldier but a cruel and brutal warrior. He made Scott nervous, but he knew combat and that was a good thing.
Private Maxwell and Greenway were both seated next to each other. Greenway’s Zencorp Gatlingcannon was at his feet and he waited for the landing light so he could pull the ammo box on and hook up the feed line. Maxwell was busy tightening the pump on his shotgun, trying to hit the butter zone where it wasn’t too hard or easy. He hadn’t known either of them particularly long and had reserved judgments about both.
A red light flashed in the cargo hold, indicating they were arriving on target. Scott’s radio chimed, it was the pilot. Scott activated the linked com system so that all the marines could hear.

“Alright boys! We’re here… looks like shit.”

Scott gritted his teeth.

“Takes us to five hundred feet and circle the compound. Open the cargo door.”

A warning light flashed by the door and the lock disengaged. Scott walked over and pulled it back. It was raining and he absolutely hated the rain. This wasn’t normal rain either, no, it was cold and nasty, the kind of rain that actually hurt when it hit your bare skin. Scott shoved through the annoyance and looked below them; nothing, just an empty compound. No bodies… No nothing. They made a full circle and didn’t see a thing.

“Sure is a lot of small arms fire along the buildings…”

The pilot was right… The place was absolutely decorated with Ripper fire. What the hell happened here?

“Alright… Take us in.”

A clunk of metal echoed as the docking bay doors opened. Scott looked behind him and saw the helicopter take off and fly into the night sky. Uttering a voice command, his helmet snapped closed. Turning back to the open doors he signaled the team to move up and inside.

“Sergeant, take point! Sweep and clear.”

Lincoln strode forward, Assault Rifle raised at the read. The rest of the team followed in a clean formation. Scott was mildly impressed… at least they knew how to move. Someone was missing… He looked around and saw the Lt. staring at one of the buildings. His helmet was drawn closed and his rifle was lowered.

“Lt. lets move…”

He didn’t move at first and seemed captivated by the scorch marks from small arms fire on the building. Finally the black armor shifted and he walked over and into the docking bay. Scott followed behind him.
When the team was inside Scott ordered the doors closed. There was a bang as the plate steel smashed shut and Scott pulled back his helmet to look around.

“Light, Marines.”

The team’s chest lights turned on one at a time and soon they had narrow beams shooting off at random into the darkened complex. It smelled like stale air that had been recycled thirty too many times…

“Alright… We need to get the backup generator online… Lets move!”

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:25 pm

The helicopter seemed incredibly too small for seven marines. It felt tight and close together, especially with each squad member wearing heavy armor, covered in metal from head to toe. Greenway feared that he wouldn't have room to sit his Gatlingcannon down. Fortunately, his fears were washed away as he placed the weapon on the ground, fitting it nicely between his feet.

Greenway's eyes locked onto the captain as his radio chimed. Captain Harry Walter Scott he said the name in his head as he looked the marine over. The explosive expert had heard of the captain before and was honored to be assigned in his squad, following his orders. He was said to be a natural leader, supportive of his team and able to successfully finish the tasks set before him. With that kind of a man leading the squad it was hard for Greenway to feel any fear when the pilots words echoed through the comm system.

“Alright boys! We’re here… looks like shit.”

"What a surprise." Greenway spoke quietly to himself. When he had heard the details to the mission, he knew it wouldn't look pretty. It seemed everywhere he went his missions were like that.

“Takes us to five hundred feet and circle the compound. Open the cargo door.”

Time to shine. The Pvt. grinned as he looked down at his Zencorp Gatlingcannon. He kept his focus on the weapon as he heard Cpt. Scott and the pilot continue talking to each other. Seemed like forever for the pilot to circle around, looking the compound over. Finally, the light flashed and Greenway went to work, arming his weapon and preparing it for battle. With a single command, he felt his helmet close over his face in one swoop, the HUD coming up instantly.

“Alright… Take us in.”

Greenway followed the other marines out of the helicopter and into the pouring rain, being the last to touch ground due to holding the heavy weapon in his arms. He staid in the formation as Sgt. Pinckney took point. Inside, the docking bay looked clear, nothing strange or out of the ordinary...so far. Greenway already had a feeling that something would go wrong very soon. He shook the thought out of his head, staying focused and keeping his eye on the Sgt., preparing to give him some cover fire if a surprise attack should come from the shadows. He didn't know what to expect, so it was best to expect the unexpected.

“Light, Marines.” He heard the command from Cpt. Scott as the docking bay doors shut behind them, drowning them in darkness. It wasn't long till seven chest lights were shining next to each other, still standing in formation. A good start. Greenway thought as he noticed each marine keeping their focus. He loved being apart of a team that knew what it was doing. He felt like this mission would end up being easier than he thought.

“Alright… We need to get the backup generator online… Lets move!”

Greenway nodded and moved forward along with the squad, still keeping the Sgt. in his sights.

Chuckles · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Chuckles** on Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:29 pm

Lincoln move with precision, on point every step he took was one into deaths door way. He didn't look at a bolt in the wall with out his cross hairs being over it. The key to point was being able to shoot the other guy before he shot you, and when you had to break into his room it was a hard thing to do.

"Alright... We need to get the backup generator online... Lets move!"

The HUD displayed a map of the complex, they entry point wasn't far from the generator. Coming into a hall Lincoln checked every direction before moving, "Moving, hall way eleven o'clock. Generator room, strait ahead and right. Clear forward."

He moved into the darkness, the lights of his suit throwing shadows down the hall, it was his element. Most people preferred fighting with the lights on, but if there was going to be a fight he would rather the lights off, he was comfortable in the dark, it's what set the spec ops apart from the normal marine.

"We're the freaks Marshal, the bad ass no gruff do or die freaks. People look up to us, but we scare the hell out of em. Because they know what we're capable of, when the lights go out, we see you, we know every place to hide in your house even before we step foot inside. We can kill a million ways before picking up a fire arm, and a million more after that. You'll scare the shit out of them just for standing next to the light switch, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

It had been the last off duty conversation Lincoln had had with his old partner and leader, Major Adam T. Kosh, Lincoln held onto that truth. "Welcome to my world ladies, we'll be turning the lights on for you shortly."

Eisenhorn · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Eisenhorn** on Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:17 am

"Alright boy's! Were here...looks like shit."

Cain didn't even blink at the comment as he finished packing away ammunition. A team of marines led by a Captain and Lieutenant would be heading into a situation that looked like shit, as the pilot so finely put it. He did a brief check of his 78 Repeater's sights, they were good, he had checked them first thing after he had picked it up from the Armory. He racked the slide of his HK, loading the first round and the weapon was ready to fire. Safety, off, and as the green light came on, he subtly shifted so he could get off the bird as fast as possible, and get this mission done as quickly as possible. The sooner the better. He glanced at the others in the team, noting names so he knew who got killed off first, not very helpful trying to get a dead mans attention. He had never lifted the visor of his helmet, if something had went wrong, that could mean the difference between life and death. Meant no one had seen his face after he had gotten suited up, probably unnerved and put the other members on edge. Good, maybe they would be more attentive because they were ill at ease.

"Lights, Marines" Dark, then borderline pathetic beams of light. He would of left the lights off and gotten used to the darkness, but orders were orders. The Sergeant seemed to move easily in the dark, good thing he was on point then. He would watch him closely, didn't trust a man who seemed more easy in the dark then in the light. Granted, he didn't trust anyone on this team, but that was natural. Air was stale, but in these buildings, they always were.

“Alright… We need to get the backup generator online… Lets move!”

Cain mentally shrugged and kept about middle front of the group, behind the Sergeant. Dead quiet, the Sergeants report confirmed it as well. It was far too quiet for his liking, meant something was wrong. He was almost hoping something happened. His comms were good, but he had nothing to say, nor any inclination to say anything, so he was left with his thoughts. At least this group wasn't a bunch of chatter boxes. A solitary thought caught his attention, and he grimly smirked at the almost ritualistic way it happened. So it begins, and with that, he was fully locked into the mission, and ignored an outside world at the moment.

Kyon1 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kyon1** on Sat Feb 13, 2010 3:09 am

The whole ride Zak closed his eyes, letting the sounds around him penetrate into his head.. He could hear everything, every breath, every grit of teeth, every time someone handled their weapon. His Big Bore extended in front of him, clip ready and safety on.Though modified for indoor combat as well as outdoor combat making it only 7 ft, it was still a large weapon but he liked it, he liked the way the opponents he shot with it... stayed down. The whole conversation between the pilot and Captain Scott was taken in and analyzed, he knew the mission objective and knew exactly what to do, but something bothered him. He never liked the amount of emotion that was put into fighting, especially when it's so easy to destroy someone.. in a matter of seconds.

His eyes moved slowly about the transport, he didn't know any of them, a good thing too, no chance of being emotionally disturbed if one of them died. Another Spec Ops.. not from a squadron he was familiar with, he eyed him up and down. If he could relate to how anyone was feeling it was probably him, he knew they had similar training, there fore thinking similar.

The transport set down and the marines moved in to formation upon orders.

“Lt. lets move…”

Corbin blinked, took a slow breath and moved, raising his weapon slightly he moved into position. Scott was a good commander so he heard, he hoped what he heard was correct.

"Lights, Marines"

"Lights" Zak muttered as his flickered on and pierced through the darkness. This was going to be a long day, he thought as he flipped his safety off, moving forward. "Stay frosty marines" He said in his soft yet harsh voice, speaking into the com to the other marines.

Hearts of Fire · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hearts of Fire** on Sat Feb 13, 2010 3:29 am

The whole helicopter ride, Max was trying to get his shit together. "Who knew being unorganized would come back to bite me in the ass. I blame my mom for rasing me on fucking Disney." After a brief chuckle to himself, he finally got his things in perfect gear. He droped is PULP Shotgun. "Heh... oops." he looked around to see if anyone noticed but he just cuaght the end of Scott's glace.

"Alright boy's... we're here. Looks like shit."

Max got a small glimpse out of the very small window. "Well, it may look llike shit, but it's definately better than being cooped up with a bunch of guys. That's like, heaven for Richard Simmons." Max hopped out with the others. For a quick second he took a Las Vegas lighter out of his back makeshift pocket on his dark maroon suit striped with black all along the left arm. His own custom job. He gently kissed it.

"Love ya Sam. And do me a favor, next time jam me with a bunch of prety females. That'd be kinda nice." Maxwell smiled to himself.

"Lights, Marines!"

Max repeated the word Lights and his light compartment came on. One beam hit him directly in the face.

"Dude, ow?" He clutched his 78 Repeater and followed the troops into the darkness.

"This is gonna suck, I can already tell."

MoonMan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **MoonMan** on Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:45 pm

"Alright boy's... we're here. Looks like shit."

Those were the words that woke Kane from his half-daydreaming, almost stasis like distraction. He had been staring a chip in the floor which was probably from a gun being dropped, or just a boot hitting down too hard in the wrong way. Of course, the chip itself was not the key distraction, it was just the point that held his eyes. His mind was his memories, the cold nights, the bright flames, the dying breaths. He had seen them all too many times now, and hated himself for being a soldier. That being said, he was happy that he was desensitised from it all. If a teammate died now it wouldn't phase him. Having that inner-peace in the face of explosions, gunfire and pain was a good trait in both a combat situation, and a soldier like him.

He was a Tech. A damn good one, too. If he lost his cool it in certain situations he could jeopardise more than just a mission.

When the team had gotten out, he followed and stuck to the back of the line, keeping his weapons in check, loading ammo -- keeping his hands busy. As a breach was made and the team was entering the complex, Kane placed his free hand on the dogtags welded into his suit's shoulder and nodded from behind his visor, thinking the words 'Keep me strong.'

"Moving, hall way eleven o'clock. Generator room, strait ahead and right. Clear forward." Said another, Lincoln he believed. And that was his Que. Lucas checked his ripper once more and advanced down the dark hall.

"Damnit." He said as he flicked on his light, having forgotten to put it on when the others did.

He approached and quickly entered before moving his light in quick motions to each corner of the room then a sweep of the area,

"Room is clear."

He then moved sharply to his left, around corner and turned so that the way back into the hall was on his right. Along the wall he noted something odd... The join between the room and the hall was weird, as if..

"There used to be a door here. It's been cut right off. They cut through the metal, and kick the door in. They must have been amateurs or under a lot of pressure because these cuts aren't neat. See, you need to keep a steady hand that moves in a strong line or else you could end up getting yourself covered in sparks -- light up like a torch, you'd be. But anyway, these cuts, they're not fine. They're really poor. They jut at wrong angles, and it's ... Sorry. Like I said. There used to be a door here."

Incognito · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Incognito** on Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:46 am

"Moving, hall way eleven o'clock. Generator room, strait ahead and right. Clear forward."

Scott stayed behind his team and examined the docking bay… No bodies. This complex had housed over thirty people and they were sent to find a fraction of that. It made him sick at times, to know the military only cared about those who benefited it directly. Scott closed his eyes and pushed the thoughts out of his head.
He closed his helmet and pulled the PULPER Shotgun off his back. Pumping it once, he chambered a shell and followed his squad of marines. They approached the hallway that joined the private quarters with the generator room.

"There used to be a door here. It's been cut right off. They cut through the metal, and kick the door in. They must have been amateurs or under a lot of pressure because these cuts aren't neat. See, you need to keep a steady hand that moves in a strong line or else you could end up getting yourself covered in sparks -- light up like a torch, you'd be. But anyway, these cuts, they're not fine. They're really poor. They jut at wrong angles, and it's ... Sorry. Like I said. There used to be a door here."

The Captain looked at the steel that had been cut away and advanced forwards ahead of the squad.

“Doesn’t matter now. Keep moving.”

It was dark and the only noise was of the marine’s armored suits clanking on the grated walkway echoed through the facilty. Electrical cords and pipes ran along the lengths of the walls and every now and then a air duct would protrude from the ceiling. For the first time, Scott noticed how hot it was inside the compound.

“Temp.”

The suit’s HUD responded and displayed 112°F. Scott ran another check and it came up the same. What the hell could be making it so fucking hot in here? He cursed his air conditioning unit that had broken years before.
Suddenly, as the marines continued forwards, there was a loud clank and an inhuman hiss that would curl paint off walls due to its harsh tones. It was the kind of noise that seemed to get into your very brain, like nails dragging down a blackboard. The noise had come from the rear…

“BEHIND!”

He shouted and turned, Shotgun at the ready. Lights quickly peered down the darkened all and revealed… nothing. There wasn’t a thing moving and the sound, so loud, had completely disappeared. Scott squinted his eyes but his HUD continually displayed zero targets or movement readings.

Kyon1 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kyon1** on Sun Feb 14, 2010 3:26 pm

“BEHIND!”

Zak was already turned, rifle at the ready. His eyes slowly scanned the darkness. He had sensed something... But... nothing was there. His targeting reticule was moving in all directions trying to lock on to movement.. but... nothing.

"Rate" He muttered as his hud revealed his heat rate, still 50 BPM. His fans reacted to the heat in the room and blew gently in his face. He blinked. "Keep spread marines, we're not alone, Greenway, Cain, keep your eyes on the rear." Zak did a 180 and returned his view forward, moving forward.

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Sun Feb 14, 2010 3:44 pm

David smirked as he heard the Tech talking about a door. He had been holding back his tongue for a long while, so he decided that now would be a good time to stop playing the silent type. "Good thing we got a door expert on the squad." he mocked. "I was afraid we'd never find out what happened to the ruined frame." He patted the door frame with his metal gauntlets as he felt the captain suddenly move past him.

“Doesn’t matter now. Keep moving.” Scott ordered.

David nodded and followed the squad, keeping an eye on all of them just as he had with the Sgt. As they continued down the halls, Greenway could feel beads of sweat begin to fall down the sides of his face. The feeling of liquid sticking to his eye lashes and cheeks annoyed the crap out of him, but he didn't dare take his helmet off to remove the moisture. Many marines had made that mistake before, and paid for it with their lives.

"112°F?" David asked after the captain checked the temperature. "Hopefully the backup generator will get some fans going. In fact that reminds me of th-"

Greenway's voice was suddenly cut off by something he heard never heard before in his life. There were two separate sounds. The first sounding like a large clanking noise, as if something fell over or dropped to the ground. What followed after made Greenway's spine shiver. A loud hiss that filled the halls with terror. Greenway felt his body stiffen in his hardened armor as the noise appeared to of come from...

“BEHIND!” The captain's voice echoed just as loud as the hiss.

Greenway took a deep breathe and whirled his heavy weapon around, doing a 180 turn, preparing to light up anything that appeared to be alive and hostile. He waited for the other lights to shine into the same direction, drowning the darkness out with a bright yellow glow. Greenway checked his HUD for targets, like he figured all the other marines were doing. He couldn't find anything, not a single hostile on screen.

"Whatever the hell that thing was," Greenway paused and took a couple steps backward, "it's not showing on my screen." The explosives expert couldn't say he wasn't startled, but he he had ways of calming himself down. "Hey," he nudged Cain with his elbow and grinned behind his visor, "maybe it's the missing door you were talking about."

"Keep spread marines," the Lt. commanded, "we're not alone, Greenway, Cain, keep your eyes on the rear."

"Understood. Let's roll, Cain." Greenway answered, keeping his Gatlingcannon aimed into the darkness.

Chuckles · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Chuckles** on Mon Feb 15, 2010 12:45 pm

"BEHIND!" Lincoln went into a low upright crouch and scanned the area before him with his rifle. He didn't turn because he knew with all the Marines behind him it would make little sense, he crouched in case some one started firing from behind, yes he was using his team as a human shield, he fully expected any one of them to do the same, they were already in the line of fire and if he didn't have to be there was no point risking every ones life. He watched every shadow, every corner.

"Whatever the hell that thing was, it's not showing on my screen." Greenway commented. "Hey, maybe it's the missing door you were talking about."

"Keep spread marines, we're not alone, Greenway, Cain, keep your eyes on the rear."

Lincoln took a step forward and rechecked every thing before rising back to a moving crouch. He took a quick glance at his HUD,

*80 bpm
*98.9* - exhaust fan good, heat sink good, air- failed
*100% power

He returned his gaze forward and began moving. "Moving, forward... clear."

MoonMan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **MoonMan** on Mon Feb 15, 2010 2:45 pm

Cain was more than used to soldiers being meat heads. Careful observation wasn't their thing, it would appear. Though, it wasn't held against them.

"BEHIND!" Cain hadn't heard what the others had, but he definitely heard that order. By sheer reflex he spun around the corner and dropped to one knee with. His gun flicked up and he waited... Nothing. No signs of life except for the team.

Greenway began to make a small remark, ""maybe it's the missing door you were talking about." But Cain was all too ready with a retort,

"Could be that. Maybe it's your long lost sex life."

"Keep spread marines, we're not alone, Greenway, Cain, keep your eyes on the rear."

"Yes sir." He replied with a small smile on his face, hidden behind his visor. He hadn't really noticed, but it was getting hot. Sweat was collecting on the back of his neck. He hated the heat.

"Temp." He whispered, and it his visor displayed a reading of 112 degrees. Wasn't good at all. "Jesus. If we don't get some power back we might die of heat exhaustion.

Incognito · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Incognito** on Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:06 am

"Maybe it's the missing door you were talking about."

Said one of the privates, Greenway he thought.

"Could be that. Maybe it's your long lost sex life."

Cain responded and Scott couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Keep spread marines, we're not alone, Greenway, Cain, keep your eyes on the rear.”

The Lt’s voice was cold and calm, almost as chilling as the noise…

"Understood. Let's roll, Cain."

Greenway responded.

"Yes sir."

Said Cain.

"Moving, forward... clear.”

The sergeant’s voice was focused and power and the captain pressed forwards right behind him.

"Jesus. If we don't get some power back we might die of heat exhaustion.”

Cain was right… They needed to hurry.

They entered the generator room. It was cavernous and dark. Cords lined the walls and floors and there were precarious pits that led into the core generator room perhaps one hundred feet below.
The things that were more disturbing then anything else in the room were the noises that seemed to come up from the pits themselves. They sounded like distant cried and in truth, not unlike the noise they had herd in the hallway not moments before. Scott chalked it down to some electrical system tying to reboot… or something else that was perfectly normal.

“Christ… Don’t look down…”

The Captain looked around at the huge structure in front of them that was supposed to be the back-up generator and sighed. Across a thin walkway there was a large green button and then a terminal below it with a holo-pad keyboard.

“Anyone knows how to turn this oversized double-A on? I'd rather not drown in my own fucking sweat...”

He looked down at one of the many pits in the ground and shifted on his feet in response to a slightly louder echo of reverberating cries that didn't sound human. He cleared his throat and tried to ignore it. The sound persisted.

"Alright, just what the fuck!? We need to find a schematic of where these pits go... That noise is seriously starting to damage my calm!"

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Tue Feb 16, 2010 10:57 am

"Could be that. Maybe it's your long lost sex life." Cain shot back at Greenway.

Greenway was extremely surprised by the comeback and couldn't hold in the laughter. Cain had won that round, but there was plenty of time for more insults later. The Pvt. shook off the well played insult and kept moving.

The heat was beginning to weigh heavy on Greenway as more sweat eased down his face. The hot temperature made his A.D.D. mind shoot back to one of the songs he used to always listen to. It was an extremely old song that now filled his head as he followed the captain, staying right next to Cain and humming the tune. "Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down." He didn't know if the others could hear his remarkably beautiful humming, but he didn't care. It was helping him keep his mind off the heat.

The humming stopped when they finally reached the generator room. "Hello beautiful!" Greenway said relieved once he caught up to the captain and eyed the generator.

“Christ… Don’t look down…” Scott's voice didn't sound as pleased as Greenway's. “Anyone know how to turn this oversized double-A on? I'd rather not drown in my own fucking sweat...”

"Whoa..." Greenway said as he peered down at the pits all around Scott and the other squad members. Disturbing, troubling, and nerve racking sounds were coming from them as he moved closer, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. "Keep quiet you bastards." Greenway snapped at the noises as if they could hear him. "Hey captain, depending how far down these pits go, any one of them would be a nice place to drop a Smelter Bomb." He smiled as he looked down into the pit, picturing a beautiful explosion down in the darkness.

Kyon1 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kyon1** on Tue Feb 16, 2010 5:27 pm

“Anyone knows how to turn this oversized double-A on? I'd rather not drown in my own fucking sweat...”

Imidiately Zaks cold voice called out orders. "Kane, get to that generator and get it running" he ordered sharply. "Everyone else, defensive positions" he added, pointing out positions. Zak raised his rifle in a ready position, and waited for the marines to start moving. His eyes scanned the entire area looking for tactical advantages in the small room in case someone but more importantly something attacked.

Eisenhorn · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Eisenhorn** on Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:29 pm

(Sorry for the delay in posting here, got a bit distracted. Nice use of dialogue by the way.)

It hadn't normally been his style, but he couldn't help but make the crack about Greenway's sex life, or lack there of. Kid had earned it, really. The temp was getting on his nerves more then anything, that and the noises. But he focused on getting power online, that would solve the problem of temperature. Maybe if the techs at the corp could get a working AC unit once in their misbegotten lives, it wouldn't be too much of a concern. But, knowing their collective luck, that wasn't happening. He kept moving, listening to the chatter that had started up about the pits and such, and dropping a Smelter bomb down one. If he hadn't known better, he would of made a comment on that, but it would of given the kid a chance to get payback easily, too easily. Make him think a little, if he had the capacity that was. The Lt's voice snapped out orders, so he promptly followed them. If he had been a smart ass he would of said which Kane, considering their names sounded similar, but that would of been asking for trouble. Just because the Lt didn't sound like he would make any comments, didn't mean anyone else wouldn't. He kept his reply short and to the point for now. "Yes, Sir."

Cain found a solid peace of cover near the generator, and a good distance away from any of the pits, which wasn't much relatively speaking. Something rubbed him wrong about them, call it nerves, but the noises had him unnerved more then he would admit. Might as well let one of the privates stick closer to the pits and run the risk of trouble, that and the ghost contact remained in mind.

Incognito · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Incognito** on Thu Feb 18, 2010 12:44 am

"Whoa..."

Scott looked at Greenway and shrugged.

“Told you not to…”

The Captain looked around once more, caustiously raising his shotgun in a wide sweep. There were so many fucking dark corners in this place, covered by cords and wires, if someone were small enough they probably couldn’t be seen even IF the lights were on.

"Kane, get to that generator and get it running. Everyone else, defensive positions.”

Scott pulled back his HUD and breathed the hot air.

"Yes, Sir."

Came Cain’s voice. The man raised his rifle and took cover to provide a defensive over watch in the tight space they had to work with. Scott just stood, one of the benefits of being a ranking officer.

"Hey captain, depending how far down these pits go, any one of them would be a nice place to drop a Smelter Bomb."

He squited and looked at Greenway.

“You DO know we are trying to save survivors, not melt them. Right? We can’t risk it. Hell, the entire science staff could be down one of those, however unlikely.”

The Captain paused and took another breath then looked around.

“Is it just me, or does it seem damp in here? And why isn’t that generator up yet!?”

Incognito · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Incognito** on Fri Feb 19, 2010 4:02 pm

Scott watched as Kane traversed the delicate walkway towards the backup generator. The technician kneeled down and pulled out his Hack PAD, plugging it in he started typing furiously at the keyboard. The Captain had dropped to one knee, his shotgun shouldered as he waited for the generator to come online.

“Stay alert Marines… I have a bad feeling.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth then there came a yell from Kane. As the scream ripped through the silence, Scott turned around as fast as he could, weapons raised. A disgusting creature with black slime ridden skin had been atop the generator the entire time. Stalking the Marine. Its long barbed tail was flicking wildly as it pounced onto of Kane

“AHHH! GET IT OFF!”

The Marine screamed as the vicious creature tore at his armor and into his abdomen before any of the others even had time to react.

“Fire! Fucking fire!!”

Scott raised his shotgun and pulled the trigger. There was a thunderous clap that echoed through the facility. The creature was sprayed with explosive bullets and bright purple blood sprayed out from it’s many wounds. A scream raked from its inhuman lungs and made the Captain’s eras feel like they might bleed. Kane wasn't moving...

“Kill it!!”

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Fri Feb 19, 2010 4:19 pm

“Stay alert Marines… I have a bad feeling.”

Greenway had the same feeling as his captain. Covering the door, Greenway made sure nothing was getting in as he stood in the center of the door frame. Everything seemed green outside, no movement or noise. Suddenly, a scream tore through the dark generator room that made Greenway lose his cool.

"Holy shit!" He screamed as he turned around to see some kind of sick, black creature on top of Kane.

“AHHH! GET IT OFF!”

Greenway went to squeeze the trigger on his Gatlingcannon, but then stopped himself. This type of weapon wasn't known for accuracy. There was no doubt in his mind that there was a good chance Kane would be killed along with the strange creature if he tried to help. He grit his teeth in anger as he saw the monster tear through his squad member's armor. He couldn't stand and watch any longer, he took aim as best he could, placing his finger on the trigger.

"Kane! Get the fuck down!" He shouted, hoping that would make it easier to shoot the hostile instead of his fellow marine. Just spray him a little bit. Should be enough to get that bastard off of Kan without killing him. Sweat fell down his face as he raised his weapon slightly, took aim, and unleashed a small reign of bullets targeted at the monster.

((Incog, since you are the one who determines when enemies pop up, I'll let you determine whether my bullets hit it or not if that's cool with you. Unless you want me to role play that a different way, which I don't mind doing.))

Chuckles · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Chuckles** on Fri Feb 19, 2010 6:52 pm

Lincoln gazed down one of the pits, it looked like the thing went on forever. His lights got lost in the shadows below and were met with the unnerving sounds coming back up.

"Alright, just what the fuck!? We need to find a schematic of where these pits go... That noise is seriously starting to damage my calm!" Scott spoke up, it was true, the noises just didn't settle well. For now he pushed the unnerving feeling out of his mind. He took up a position to cover as Kane went to work on the generator.

“Stay alert Marines… I have a bad feeling.”

Lincoln's HUD light up with warning signals, sudden movement.

"AHHH! GET IT OFF!"

It had come out of nowhere, or more accurately the sensors said he came out of nowhere. Lincoln fired shots in quick succession at what looked like a head, or at least something important. The others opened fire as well, steering high to be sure they missed their team mate. The thing was taking the hits, he could see it was getting wounded but it was acting like it didn't care, it was hell bent on ripping Kane a new one, right where his stomach was supposed to be.

Lincoln decided it was time for the heavy hitter and dropped his rifle to his side. He moved forward just outside the cone of fire and drew his hand cannon. The thing made his rifle look like a toy, the bullet was twice the size of his .50's, it was by far the largest hand gun any one had ever been crazy enough to create and with out the help of the Marine armor no man would be able to effectively use it, after all it generated nearly 5000 foot pounds of muzzle energy, the shell casing was an inch wide.

He stepped up and got a firm grip, with his one hand he could actually raise his arm out to a traditional firing stance, his shooting arm automatically registered the weapon and his position and prepared to absorb some of the force from the gun.

"GET SOME!" He yelled as he squeezed the trigger.

His arm lifted high with the recoil, the armor around his arm was built with specialized recoil dampers but they only absorbed about a quarter of the energy, the rest had to be relegated across the his body. Some had said that even the armor didn't help enough to truly be able to handle such a weapon. For a moment after every shot Lincoln agreed with them, but it was only for a moment.

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