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 Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 5:49 pm
Vahn Kyonuske ..... My old friend, I been watching you from a far, thinking when will it be my turn for glory. I believe that the day has come Vahn even thouh I may not walk away from this, I must test my skills and all I have praticed with. Accept my offer..and fight me
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 6:50 pm
Quiet. The sounds of explosions died down as the cannons stopped firing into the docks for a moment, each one of the artillery like weapons being reloaded. And then again, the cannons all went off at roughly the same time as they send cannonballs into the surrounding area. Odd, that all the cannons shot at the same time and were reloaded all at once, rather than with a constant barrage from the weapons over and over again as they fired as soon as hey were reloaded.
Either way, the ship didnt do much more than fire their shots into the docks, probably just softening the area up for the crew that would row to shore in the smaller rowboats, while the ship of course, was anchored just off of shore.
But not to get too ahead of ourselves, the cannons reloaded in the quiet calm after the explosions and splintering of wood, only to fire once again.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:47 pm
Business doesn't stop, well, ever really. Even during HoH merchant caravans continued to use Latent as a checkpoint. Getting new supplies, maybe selling a few items, the kind of thing good for the classic merchant caravan. On the other hand, now most of them were stuck thanks to the state of emergency. Everything from wagons to sixteen wheelers waiting to find some news. Well, lots of them were abandoned after the explosions started.
One of said trucks wasn't abandoned, in fact it was still idling and listing to CB radio transmissions. Whoever was in the Alpha through Epsilon truck apparently cared more about what was going on than the people running like hell. The drive was on the radio, on his mobile device and on his cellphone trying to figure anything out.
The question really was why does a trucker have that sort of crap. On one hand he was wearing aviators and a trucker hat with "moneymaker" in block lettering. Course in complete contrast he was wearing a brown blazer and a very loose black tie.
This living contradiction was Joseph Brown, founder of the company that owned the truck. He just had to drive one, they looked awesome. That and he had to make sure this cargo made it to the new location personally. Mind you that may take slightly longer now. Sure he would be delayed a bit, and sure he may or may not be eaten by zombies, but that stuff was overruled by one thing alone. He had a truckload of awesome and couldn't wait to do some field testing.
First things first, grab the more conventional gadget. A Nyman brand shotgun, similar design to a Remington 870, but slightly heavier like most Nyman guns. Still, if the reports he was getting were accurate this puppy would be slightly handier than his regular pistols.
The CEO hopped out of the cab, and made a nonchalant walk to the back of the truck. Staying calm was very important at a time like this, thus swinging the door open had to be done with the same amount of grace and badassery. With that walk behind him he disappeared into the dark truck, going about activating the secret weapon he was transported.
He had some time yet before he had to play vigilante defender. He planned to make the most of it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 9:49 pm
"Wh-What is it!!?"
"Are we under attack?!"
The Northern entrance found itself comepletely overrun as the horde began to flood in, the nearby Shields already taking up defensive positions until reinforcements could arrive.
"FIRE!!!!"
The sounds of gunfire boomed into the air, even as wide tendrils of smoke twisted into the skies above; fireballs having found more than enough flammable material to ignite, and causalties from shrapnel already rising.
One officer was already crouched down behind manmade barricades, a phone cradled between his knees.
"Yes-- I repeat, the front gate's literally been smashed in! We've already received word from the docks that a similar group has appeared! Sir-- I'm requestiong authorization to activate the Spears!"
The officer's face painted over, as he heard the response on the other end.
"Magister, I must contend your decision! At this rate we won't even be able to keep them from the Outer City!!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 9:52 pm
Several Shields stared up, the cannons having stopped suddenly. Stretchers were already being used to drag out the wounded, and several more men were fanning the area.
"It just...came out of nowhere. No one caught it on radar let alone by sight.."
"Damn majic..."
CHIKEEEEEEEEEEEW
"A--AH!! THEIR FIRING AGAIN!!!"
The shouts went up and down even as the next volley was sent, men and women scattering alike.
And it repeated.
Silence.
Explosion.
Silence.
Explosion.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 10:26 pm
5.56 mm #23453 Or... 23453 for short, sits in his "dorm", awaiting the big day where he will follow his brothers into combat! For what seemed like months, he'd been sitting idle in the steel ammunition crates in the armory.
Watching.
Hoping.
Waiting.
He even had a romantic fling with a sexy 9mm round during his stay. But that was soon ended as his first and only love was sent into the field where she found a new home imbedded in some criminal's left ventricle.
That was so long ago.
Now, it was 23453's chance to shine. When he was ushered into his "dorm" (which he shared with 29 roommates), he knew the "Great Journey" was at hand. It was only a matter of time now.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
It begins.
Oh crap, there goes 32521, 32444 and 21465! 23453 was only 17th in line for transport and three were already down. How much longer would he have to wait?
CHK-THUNK! BOOM!
There goes big 40mm genade 1555!
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
23453's queue draws closer and closer. 7 more to go...
Boomboomboom Boomboomboom!
This is it... the moment of truth! Time would slow down as he saw 60332 slide into the chamber above him.
Boom-
And then it was his turn.
Chk-Chk
Boom!
The light, it was beautiful.
Wiiiiiirrrrrrrrr.
Freedom at last!
It was quiet now, seeing how he had left the thing called "sound" in his dust. There was just 23453, and the air sliding along his sleek, aerodynamic body.
Wiiiiiiirrrrrrrr -THUNK-
What's this? The cool air gave way to rotting undead flesh and bone!
Skkkkkkkkkkkrrrt.
23453's journey had been smooth, up until now. He would begin to tumble forward, spinning on its horizontal axis. Flesh and bone being eviscerated.
SPORCH!
Freedom once more!
WirrrWiiir Wiiiir PING!
23453's journey would end in an ocean of concrete.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 10:45 pm
((Disregarding previous post's because well...just because))
The cannon fire was loud, not like it annoyed Menos. He stood on the deck of the ship, watching the cannon's fire relentlessly on the helpless city. Helpless? No, they put up a fight at least, though Menos could not gauge exactly how many they were strong.
As for himself, he grew tired of waiting. He walked casually over to the side of the ship. Moving his hand down, he gripped the side and left overboard, to hit the water below. Touching the water below however, didn't cause him to sink. There was a small circular patch of darkness around his toes, he himself raised up on his toe's, arms crossed.
He closed his eyes and began to move forward, a slow hovering type movement. He was heading for the shore, it was time for him to join in.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:44 am
Somewhere between the stadium and the docks
The brown mare starting sweating while she dashed along the grassy plains next to the main road connecting the Leviathan Arena and the port. Not as many vehicles as expected followed and Lucind wondered if the stadium's security crew found a way to hold the excited visitors back from rushing to Latent. Still, having this horse brought her faster to her destination than a car would have done: There had already been an accident when someone tried passing a small truck with his old city car.
Only a couple of minutes after leaving the stadium grounds the Half-Siren had made out a cloud of dust somewhere ahead on the road and the wind told her it was a motorbike. After another moment she could already see the back of the machine: through the dust Lucind could identify two persons riding it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:32 am
On the road between Durem and Latent...
A sleek, jet-black sportbike was headed down the road at a good 180 miles an hour. On the back of this bike, flying down the path as if he were a bat out of hell, was Evan White. Sporting a katana and wakizashi on his left hip, a submachine gun on his right, a pair of tanto strapped to his legs and a .40 mm handgun inside his expansive coat (not to mention a few grenades), he was pretty much ready for a fight.
The news had spread all the way to Durem, and the situation seemed bad enough for some serious backup. He figured that a few other GSF members would have already gotten the call, and would have responded by now. It simply seemed a bit too convenient though, this sudden assault. Just after HoH, too...
Dammit. I was having such a good day, too.
With that thought, he headed towards the town of Latent like a black bullet on wheels, hoping to reach the city in time before any more property damage or loss of life occured.
He grimaced as he saw the town approaching. Heavy damage to the docks was already visible, and a few of the nearby buildings had been torn clean through. He sighed to himself as he saw the pirate ships and shook his head.
He pressed in the earpiece that he was wearing and made a quite important call...
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 10:41 am
The slimy eye flying over Latent saw the approaching speck and zoomed in on it like a camera for Yarneth's benefit.
Back at the Durem office, Yarneth had to laugh, the fool was riding into his own death. Yarneth even doubted that he defeat the combined forces assaulting Latent, what made the Raven think he could do so. If he was attempting to help, couldn't he wait until the battle was over? Too bad for him, if he wanted to rush headlong into death and destruction, then Yarneth wanted to aid his cause.
The slimy flyer coughed up the lone slug it was incubating, there would be no better time to use. It fell on the road, not far from the gates that were under assault, and grew to a tremendous size. Slime dripped from it's body as it let out an impassionate, deep, howl at the coming intruder. It was a zombie slug, a creature that fed off the dead in the soil to grow large and powerful, and it stood between Evan and Latent.
Or he could always go around it and ride through the attacking armies. But if he didn't kill the creature, it would join the attack on Latent.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 11:08 am
Tch!
He stopped cold, skidding to a halt about fifty feet in front of the creature. It looked like one of those big-assed bastards at the temple... he sighed to himself and got off his bike, drawing his swords as he did so.
This just keeps getting better and better. Ah, well.
"Thanks. This was a good enough place to stop anyways. Besides, I need me a warm-up."
With that, he almost winked out of existance as he charged forward, moving with a sudden burst of wind behind him. Once he reached the halfway mark, he leapt upwards for ten feet, bringing one of his swords to bear as he made his way downwards. The blade began resonating as he swung, and by the time he had hit the ground a wave of force and air pressure came flying towards his opponent.
He was planning on cutting the b*****d in two on the first swing, and without even touching him with his sword. Used Techniques Gale Shift- An increase in speed and agility due to a burst of air in front, behind, or to either side of the user.
Parting Air- After a leap into the air, the practitioner cuts downwards in a Makko Giri, creating a wave of force that is equal to a car travelling at 60 mph. Seven ft. high and 1 ft. wide, it is one of the most devastating attacks in the Chudan no Kamae stance.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 11:31 am
Hugin Once he reached the halfway mark, he leapt upwards for ten feet, bringing one of his swords to bear as he made his way downwards. The beast attempted to release a spray of acid while Evan was in midair, if it succeeded a shot of a viscous mix of sulfuric acid would hurtle towards Evan with a force of 800 newtons. That is, if the beast could react quickly enough, it wasn't nearly as strong as the creatures of the temple but it was fairly fast. Only time would tell if it was fast enough. Even if the volley was fired, it seemed most likely the wind from Evan's sword would scatter it away.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 11:39 am
He wasn't fast enough. A spit needed a bit of time to prepare, and that time was all that was needed for the attack to be executed. As the spray was released, scatter it did. The water always gives way to the wind, after all. Any liquid placed before the force of an air current had to move either with it, or out of its way.
The spray passed harmlessly to either side of Evan as he made his way down, and the attack moved ever onwards, heedless of anything in its way. The assault carved a rut into the ground as it pressed forward, a blade of air pressure honing in on the target.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 11:57 am
A clean slice right down the middle sliced the beast in two. However; the zombie slug was an organism of radial symmetry. Slicing it in half only served to create two smaller slugs. Instead of coming together to reform a single large beast and leaving a time of vulnerability in which they might be destroyed. The now seperated organisms split up, one tunneled it's way under ground to feed on whatever death was in the soil and grow larger, while the other started huffing it at thirty kilometers an hour in the direction of the city, eating any roadkill along the way that would provide sustainment.
The other one had left a massive tunnel that pointed to the underground and the the sewers of Latent, where their would be plenty of food to help it grow, and possibly many people taking shelter as well.
At this distance yarneth had little control over his cursed slugs, they would act on their own from here on out, most likely feeding off Latent's misery.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:02 pm
GOTCHA!
And then they split into two....
s**t, what the hell? TWO of them?
He sighed to himself and hopped back on his bike. This looked like more trouble than the town could stand.... As he peeled off towards the slug that was headed towards the city, he raidoed in some backup. This was going to be more than anyone could handle alone.
"All availible GSF units, this is HeavenSong reporting an Extreme Situation. Multiple hostiles approaching the town of Latent- please respond immediately! I need some backup over here, and I need it yesterday!!"
He then pulled one of the grenades from his coat and gunned the engine once again, turning out at the top speed.
"I don't think so!"
As he said the words, he pulled the pin and tossed the frag towards the target as he approached. Of course, this wasn't an ordinary frag... it was a thermal detonation grenade. Basicly, if they couldn't be cut, they could be fried crispy.
See how you like this.
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