Survival

[Tsukiyumi]

Test time 0007

The beast swiped at Asyd again and missed by a good margin; she guessed that her last attack must've severed some tendons. She returned the favor by slicing upward, cleanly tearing through it's left arm, and severing it's head. She flinched back, narrowly avoiding the spray of dark blood.

As soon as she completed the stroke, she sheathed the sword and retrieved the rifle from the floor before resuming her zombie impersonation, and shambling toward the kitchen supply section.

[Aaron]

Gaius 0126

After regaining his footing from the dizzy spell, Gaius finishes patching himself up and taking after a few moments to decide on his course of action he checks to make sure his shotgun is functional with bayonet still attached and heads for the stairs leading down.

[Lighthawk]

Asyd
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Asyd just barely managed to escape from the aisle as a mass of the undead shambled forward, drawn by the creature's bellowed rage. A few of the undead glanced sideways at her, but their blurred, pale eyes saw nothing but one of their own, and their mindless thoughts paid no attention to the fact that she was not following the crowd. They decended upon the dead monster, tearing into it with hands and teeth.

When she reached the end of the rows of shelves, Asyd found the kitchen ware section wholly deserted.

Gaius
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The spirling stairs eventually lead Gaius to an elevated catwalk. The metal and wood struture was anchored to the ceiling of an immense room, heavy stone pillars supporting the roof. Banks of lights hung from the catwalk, spilling artifical sunlight onto a forest of countless plants of all sorts and kinds. Water sprayed in places from sprinkler systems in places.

The catwalk formed a neat grid above the hydroponics facility, with cross walks every ten meters. There were no ladders in evidence anywhere, but several of the walkways vanished off around corners or lost behind rows of pillars.

[Tyyr]

Mir
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Solaria nodded slowly. " That was the voice at the start of the testing, wasn't it?"

0029

"Yeah, I think it is. Don't touch the weapon," he says as he moves to the next locker and smashes the lock.

[Sionnach Glic]

Test Time 0004

"Oh frak." Seruatka muttered, watching the building inch closer to the edge. Where in the warp was he? Looking franticaly around, he was unable to spot any possible way of climbing down. With a resigned sigh, he picked a door at random, walking through the first door on the left.

[Lighthawk]

Mir
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" Warning, further violation of the testing protocal will not be tolerated!" the voice says sternly. " You will cease all unauthorized activity immediately under penalty of correctional responce 32."

The locker sprung open, revealing a beautifully hand carved musket, along with the material for a half dozen shots.

Seruatka
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The door opened into a small janitoral closet, full of cleaning supplies and tools. Hidden in the back of the mess, Seruatka notices a pair of small, round objects, which turn out to be frag grenades when he digs them out.

Lot
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The darkness lifts as Lot come to, her head throbbing slightly. As consciousness returns, she finds herself laying in a small room she's never seen before, with no memory of how she arrived there. A single fluorescent bulb lights the tiny space, revealing the scarce features; a single metal door set into the far wall, a backpack laying on the floor nearby, and a long, metal floor locker wedged into a corner. As Lot gets to his feet there is a static crackle, and a computerized voice spills from some hidden speaker in the ceiling.

The calm, soothing female voice states in precise, clipped tones, " Beta test initiating, batch one activated, subjects have two minutes to prepare. Look for the circles. Good luck." As the voice fades, a digital display lights up on the electronic lock set in the door, a bright red 2:00 appearing. As the numbers begin to count down, a new sound reaches Lot's ears, a low, menacing growling, coming just from the other side of the metal door. A sudden blow makes the door ring like a dull gong, and the sharp scrapping sound of nails, or claws, drawn across metal follows as the numbers continue to count down. There is a sharp click, and the floor locker pops open, revealing a pair of long objects within, a gleaming sword, and a sleek looking autogun. More blows rain against the door as the timer draws nearer and nearer to zero.

[Sionnach Glic]

0005

"Who in the warp puts frag grenades in a frakkin' closet?" Seruatka muttered to himself. Not that he was complaining. Shoving them into his pockets, he turned around to try the opposite door.

[Uzume]

TT:0000

Lot runs her fingers through her long damp hair. Eyes adjusting to the fresh supply of light, she springs to her feet launching herself towards the locker, grabbing for the autogun and swinging the sword into place in one swift motion. The beast behind the door: a constant reminder to keep her heartbeat steady and mind focused. Waiting, listening, Lot readies herself.

[Tyyr]

0029

Mir looked up at the ceiling. "Hey, next time get a better lock if you don't like it!" Mir looked the musket over and frowned. "I don't suppose you know how to shoot," he asked Solaria. "What's correction protocol 32 anyways?" he grumbled. "I can't remember shit before I woke up in here so how the frak would I know what that IS?!"

He looked at Solaria, "What do you think, behave or see what's behind door number three?"

[Aaron]

Gaius
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The spirling stairs eventually lead Gaius to an elevated catwalk. The metal and wood struture was anchored to the ceiling of an immense room, heavy stone pillars supporting the roof. Banks of lights hung from the catwalk, spilling artifical sunlight onto a forest of countless plants of all sorts and kinds. Water sprayed in places from sprinkler systems in places.

The catwalk formed a neat grid above the hydroponics facility, with cross walks every ten meters. There were no ladders in evidence anywhere, but several of the walkways vanished off around corners or lost behind rows of pillars.

Gaius 0128

Gaius rolls his eyes as he comes down the stairs to the catwalk.

"Hmm...this couldn't be a trap at all." He mutters before heading out onto the exposed walkway, he decides to just go straight as far as he can.

[Lighthawk]

Seruatka
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The door opened into a stairwell. The area is dimly lit and shadowy, the stairs winding about themselves in regular, 90 degree turns along the corners. Over the sturdy, steel railing, one can easily look down at the ground floor far below.

Lot
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The timer runs down, and the door lock clicks open. The door is shouldered open by a grey furred abomination, an ape like beast with massive limbs, a long face, and ragged teeth. It snarls at Lot, ropes of drool spilling from it's lips. Beady black eyes fix intensely on her, and it charges, running on it's knuckles with a deep growl building.

Mir
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" I...I don't know," Solaria muttered nervously. " I don't know what correctional protocol might be, but I don't think we'd like it, whatever it is." She looked at the weapons. " I do know how to shoot though..."

Gaius
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Straight down the catwalk takes Gaius along the length of the room, before the walkway takes a sharp right upon reaching the far wall, and continuing onward, leading to a two story shed, an upper door conected to the catwalk. Aside from the hiss of water and the dull clang of metal with each footstep, the journey is quiet, and rather peaceful. Along the way, Gaius passes several varieties of fruit bearing plants.

[Sionnach Glic]

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Looks like a way out. Seruatka mused, looking down over the rails. Still, the building wasn't about to fall over just yet, so he decided to check the other two doors, on the off-chance there'd be something usable. Quietly closing the door to the staircase, he tried the door next to it.

[Tyyr]

0030

"Well you know what, I don't like getting kidnapped. I don't like getting thrown in here. I don't like that I've already had three monsters try to kill me and you. So given how much concern these people have shown for our lives so far I don't think it's going to change any time soon. So FRAK your protocol, and frak your shitty locks." Mir grabbed the longlas and tossed it to the girl along with the charge packs and then busted the third lock.

[Lighthawk]

Seruatka
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The door opened to reveal a hallway lined with office doors, most shut, a few hanging open. A trail of bloody footprints stained the otherwise clean carpet, heading for the door Seruatka had opened, growing fainter and fainter until the vanished just a meter or so from the door. The hallway continued on for some ten meters before hooking a right. Along the walls, blasfomatious symbols of choas had be etched.

Mir
0030

Solaria caught the weapon well despite her injured arm and shoulder. As the third lock crumpled and the door swung open to reveal a double barreled shotgun, a small box of shells sitting by the stock, a piercing alarm sounded. Red warning lights blazed, drowning out the normal illumination in flashes of crimson.

" Ohhh shhhhit," Solaria muttered.

[Sionnach Glic]

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Seruatka quickly but quietly closed the door over, disturbed at the sight of the unholy symbols, firmly deciding not to try that particular door unless absolutely necessary. Keeping his autogun at the ready, he turned and carefully opened the one remaining door.