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Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:17 pm
by Aaron
Gaius 0130
Gaius tries to get a peek in the sheds window but is foiled by some ingrained dirt. Figuring he needs in the shed, after spotting the fruit below he tries to use his foot to kick in the door, only to have to hold fast.
Finally letting out an exasperated sigh and a "this is fragging ridiculous", he reaches out and turns the handle, finding the door unlocked.
He sticks his shotgun out in front of him and walks through.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:20 pm
by Tyyr
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"Now that's what I'm talking about," Mir said as he reached in to scoop up the box of shells. He deftly opened it up and paused. "Well you don't see that every day," he comments. He pulls one shell out and holds it up. "Inferno shells." He pulls the other two out a stuffs them in his pocket. He loads the three normal shells into his combat shotgun before grabbing the double barreled model off rack. He breaks it open and starts. "Some damn fool left this thing loaded in the rack." He quickly unloads the two shells from it and stuffs them in his combat shotgun. He pauses for a moment then grins. He opens up the double barreled shotgun and drops in two inferno shells before returning it to his shoulder.
He looked up at the flashing red lights and then at Solaria. "The people who threw us in here have willingly let us be attacked by these cyclops monsters. What are you worried about, they're already trying to kill us."
Eyeing the vault. Mir shrugs and walks over, placing his hand on the palm scanner.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:37 pm
by Lighthawk
Seruatka
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The final door leads to a hall virtually identical to the previous, but minus the blood and unholy symbols.
Gauis
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The inside of the shed is neat and well ordered. Rows of gardening tools hang from a rack on the wall. A few coils of hose lay in the corner. There is also a standing closet against the far wall, near the stairs leading down. Going through the closet, Gaiuse makes a happy discovery, finding an exterminator cartridge tucked away among a variety of hand tools, near a sharp edged spade.
Mir
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The scanner makes a rude sounding buzz of denial. Over the sound of the alarm, a new noise makes it's way into the room, a heavy and regular metallic "thud thud thud" coming from the hallway, growing louder.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:44 pm
by Tyyr
0031
Mir looks at Solaria. "You try it," he says as he starts to gather up the debris in the room and push and pile it in front of the door.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:54 pm
by Lighthawk
Mir
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The scanner makes the same rude denial at Solaria, who curses and gives the vault door a firm kick before coming over to help Mir secure the door. The heavy footsteps hault outside, and the door rattles against the makeshift blockade as whoever, or whatever is behind it gives the door a shove. A deep, male voice on the other side gives a half-amused, half-scornful laugh, and then a full throated mechanical roar bellows out, drowning out even the alarm. A second later, and the ear rending screech of metal being shredded blares, and the spinning blades of a chainsword force their way through the door, and begin to cut a line down the length of the hinges.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:10 pm
by Tyyr
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Mir quickly shoulders his combat shotgun and readies the double barreled. He darts across the room to the door and jams the barrel of the shotgun through the rent ripped in the door and triggers it, blasting the area right on the other side with flaming promethium gel. "Frak you!"
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:47 pm
by Lighthawk
Mir
0031
There is an annoyed sounding grunt, but the path of the chainsword never waivers. Through the gap, Mir can see the inferno rounds ignite the arm and shoulder of a massive individual, over two meters in height. Cultist symbols are etched upon the man's broad face, and his eyes gleam with the manical glee of bloodlust. He smiles almost indulgently at Mir throught the rent, paying no mind to the flames heating the metal meshwork he wears. As the chainsword severs the lowest most hinge, the giant steps back, and launches a massive boot at the door, the kick sending the chunk of metal flying into the room. The door slams into Mir, knocking him backwards into the lockers. A pair of las bursts strike the chaos marine as he steps into the room, burning a pair of neat holes into his armor, but gaining only a brief flicker of his eyes towards Solaria.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 10:13 pm
by Uzume
Lot 0002
Lot fires off two rounds taking both legs out from underneath the beast. The Beast lies motionless on the floor except for the deep rising of its chest. Lot swings the autogun behind her. Taking the sword from its sheath, Lot stealthily approaches. Looking down she almost takes pity on it. Lot drives her sword into its massive heaving chest.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 10:18 pm
by Aaron
Lighthawk wrote:
Gauis
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The inside of the shed is neat and well ordered. Rows of gardening tools hang from a rack on the wall. A few coils of hose lay in the corner. There is also a standing closet against the far wall, near the stairs leading down. Going through the closet, Gaiuse makes a happy discovery, finding an exterminator cartridge tucked away among a variety of hand tools, near a sharp edged spade.
Gaius 0130
Gaius face breaks out into a smile as he discovers the exterminator cartridge and after a few annoying moments he figures out how to strap it to his shotgun. He isn't much pleased that he has to remove the bayonet to get it to fit but he finds a spot for it in his belt. Rummaging through the rest of the sheds contents he takes a hose and the sharp edged spade.
He then wanders over to the door he entered through and locks it before heading down the stairs to investigate the bottom floor.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 10:24 pm
by Sionnach Glic
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Nope, Seruatka thought to himself, surveying the empty coridor, It's down I need to go. Quietly closing the door, he turned around and began to walk slowly down the staircase he had found earlier, holding his autogun at the ready.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 10:34 pm
by Lighthawk
Lot
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A puudle of thick blood begins to pool about the body of the creature, the rancid smelling liquid streaming from it's jaws as it give a last, gurgling breath.
Gaius
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Below Gaius finds the controls for the hydroponic system. A short terminal is laid out with a series of knobs and buttons, with labels indicating controls for lights and water for various sections. There is also a bank of screens showing feed from cameras positioned about the area, all pointed at the many plants and crops. The door is identical to the one above, and there is a wooden chair crammed in the corner.
Seruatka
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The stairs take a single revolution around the stairwell to bring Seruatka down to the next level, with a door leading off into the building proper. The door is ajar, and what looks to be a cafe takes up what seems to be all of the floor.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 11:06 pm
by Sionnach Glic
0007
Ser quietly and slowly pushed the door fully open with the barrel of his gun, ready to duck back into the stairwell if anyone opened fire from within.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 11:14 pm
by Lighthawk
Seruatka
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The cafe seemed empty, the overhead lights set to a subdued illumination. Rows of tables covered most of the floor, with buffet booths lining two of the walls. A counter was set before the far back wall, with enterances to the kitchen set on either side.
Re: Survival
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 11:18 pm
by Sionnach Glic
0008
Carefully looking around to see if there was anything worth grabbing, Seruatka slowly made his way to one of the kitchen doors, pushing it open slowly.
Re: Survival
Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 1:04 am
by Uzume
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Lot's lips curl into a grimace as the putrid smell of dead yeti reaches her olfactory. She jerks her sword from the beast wiping the blood on its own thick matted fur before replacing it effortlessly back in its sheath. Kneeling down beside the huge ugly head of the dead thing she steals her knife from her boot and the carving begins.
Lot, now satisfied with her signature work, crosses the massive, faceless fur ball. Standing in the door way, she studies her new surroundings.