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 Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:39 pm
Durem Reclamation Area: 24 hours ago
The sun was setting over the Reclamation Area and the weather was still warm, good enough for an evening jog. A man in his late 20's exited Durem from the east gates and jogged his way down the dirt path listening to "Eye of the Tiger" on his Zony MP3 player. Birds were chirping their last tune up in the trees and crickets were beginning theirs, a chilly breeze swept through the tree branches and then suddenly everything fell silent. The sudden silence was drowned by the man's music blaring through the headphones until his device started acting up then died out.
"Huh...what...", the jogger stopped to take a look at his MP3 player, "I thought I had enough battery power to last me for another hour.". His attention then shifted to how quiet it was around the area, not even the wind was blowing. The small lamp that illuminated the underpass in between the large pool and purifier began flickering, "This must be some kind of joke...Mike! You had your fun now stop screwing around.". His request went unanswered and then the lamp bulb popped which startled him. Just as he was about to turn around and walk back to Durem, a figure seemed to step out from the shadows and began approaching him slowly.
"Who's there?", he asked towards the figure approaching him who's steps were only audible when pebbles grinded against each other now that the sun had set completely. Suddenly the man feels something punch him in the gut with enough force to send him stumbling back and crouching down holding his stomach in pain. Blood starts to fill his throat and coughs it up then looks around him while wiping his mouth with the sleeves of the hoody, "Who's there!?", he shouted once more. A girlish giggle echoed around him then something hit him on the head followed by a stinging sentation and the warmth of blood trickling down his head. Before the jogger could turn around and make a run for it, another blow landed on his back that sent him into the ground face first then another on his legs. The more the man cried out in pain the more violent the attacks became with the final blow being impaled with a metal pipe through his gut.
When the assault was over, the man laid in a pool of blood with a bottle jammed into the left side of his cranium, broken ribs, legs right arm and the metal pipe protruding through the back. He was later found by a merchant making his way to Barton who then called the police but with no witnesses to describe the attacker, it was left as an unsolved murder. However, some citizens began talking about this being the work of those downtowners as a way of revenge.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 5:21 pm
"Aww foo." She muttered softly. With a sigh of resignation, Kiyani Chao raised her arms and stood up, eyeing the door regretfully. It was too much even for her luck to make. One hand was lightly clasped about an egg. "I don't suppose..." She asked the air halfheartedly, even as she dropped the fragile thing. "...that you guys are vulnerable to an EMP?" The eggshell cracked open as it reached the floor, detonating her one shot at escape. She'd wait and see. ---- Elsewhere...Talon "GNG command, this is Private Hyoji reporting from outside of Gambino Casino. I have come into contact with one hostile downtowner. He seems to be controlling the electricity in the area and has shut down most of the power grid. Requesting Green light to suppress said hostile unit." < >
Utilizing the ASDF's satellites, a local-area transmission went out to all GNG enlisted (non-officer) personnel in the Gambino area. <>
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Casino de Isle de Gambino
<> Eileen looked up from her com unit and pouted. She was in the Angelic Layer waiting area, filled with anxious sounding Deuses clinging to their Angels in the dark. Sentaku was clasped in her own hands, and she hugged her close. Pockets. She carefully tucked her Angel into her breast pocket, then fumbled her way towards the exit, led only by the glow from her comm unit.
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Outside de Casino de Isle de Gambino...on de roof
Vic finished his "performance" to the sounds of...silence. He grumbled. "People can't appreciate good music!" Half of Gambino's power grid, all the power he could siphon, crackled in a basketball-sized sphere between his hands. Still voice amplified, he said, "Shucks-well then." He smashed the lightning ball through the roof, then followed it into the Casino. "Time to get the party started~!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:05 pm
Talon nodded to himself as command radio'd back. "Roger, they'd better be quick though command, I'm going in." He watched at the mutant entered through the casino roof, slinging the rilfle back over his shoulder and drawing his sidearm. Upon entering the casino Talon clicked his com unit twice, a signal he was taught during basic training to find any friendlies in the area.
His helmet's light flicked on as he entered the dark casino, allowing for slightly better visibility. His dark armor made him almost invisible and the light was the only thing that visually signalled his presence in the disturbingly dead room "Attention Gaian, I am giving you one last chance to surrender yourself." He raised his pistol and continued forwards, walking cautiously between rows of slow machines as he scanned the large room. "Come out now and I'll go easy on you."
Suddenly a voice sounded behind him, "Boy, is that you?" It was the old man who'd heckled Eileen. Talon turned to face the source of the voice."Ah, yes...that Sentaku lost me quite a bit of money, and I'll be wanting it back..." There was a crashing noise as a slot machine was hefted at the soldier but fell short. The man came charging forwards, and before Talon could grip all the thoughts rushing through his head two shots rang out and the man fell to the floor, clutching at his legs.
"Command, one hostile downtowner neutralized in the casino's game room. He's currently missing his kneecaps, send cleanup." The com clicked off again and Talon continued his search, forgetting the old man.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:41 pm
[Port of Gambino - Nathan Richards and the Coming Storm. Time: 2:37 AM local time.]
Another rumble down the otherwise empty street. Loud, sharp, he soon enough recognized it as the whine of a throughly soupped up, modded, squirrel damned engine. His eyes were torn off the "Racoon" he had been staring at, and up the street, from the same direction as the convoy which had passed moments before.
It looked like an old GP-10. One of those they had modded for desert recon. The thing had to be older than dirt, hell, at the very least, loder than him.
But a quick glance, as it careened down the street, told him it'd probably been fixed up. It was definately moving faster than the typical 40 MPH that those old recon jeeps hit.
Though some things remained the same. One that set off alarms in his dazed mind. A guy, standing in back. Looked like one of those typical big city goons, all dressed in black, face covered up, long cloak trailing behind him in the wind. And there he was, manning a machine gun that looked like a relic. Probably an old 30 caliber, he realized, not to mention it was starting to swing towards him as the few sodden individuals walking the street near him dove for cover.
It opened up, one loud bark that reverberated off the buildings, seeming to come from all sides of him as muzzle flashes lit up the street and bullets went flying.
He hit the dirt like the best of them, on his belly instantly, crawling for the cover, however limited it was, of an old postal box on the corner. He rose into a crouch, pressed up against the mailbox just as he heard the bullets slam into the metal, but thankfully, nothing more.
The Jeep ran right by, the person in the back was still firing like a mad man, another feeding belts into the hungry machinegun, while a third drove past.
His heart pounding, his eyes locked onto the Jeep going down the street, he fumbled about his uniform, looking for his new jPhone. He snapped it open, and was fumbling with the buttons, the panic of the attack, and his inebriated state conspiring against him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 1:15 am
[Port of Gambino - Nathan Richards. Time: 2:39 AM local.]
Finally, he had the right number punched in, and waiting just a moment. He had dialed in his home base, right in the Port, not knowing where else to call.
"The hell you doin' Richards?" came the sleepy voice on the other end. He recognized it as another private, one he had been to boot with. Younger than him by a year, real annoying, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he usually ment well enough.
Nathan peeked out around the mailbox, down the street, as he heard the squeel of tires. His eyes bugged out as he saw that Jeep powersliding, coming around for another run up the street, the gun silent for the moment, giving him a small window to see the vehicle, and it's occupants under the street lights. At least, without having to dive for cover.
He let out a viscious curse, worse one he knew, as he saw those headlights swing back around, and that gunner traversing the mounted Machine gun.
"Get some guys down here now!" the panic was quite evident in his voice. His first battle. Of sorts. He was on leave, he didnt' have his combat gear. Just his spare uniform. Hell, not even a single pistol. He wasn't planning on causing any trouble. Or running into it. "Down on Trent, between Weir Road and Davidson. Got some maniacs in a jeep blowin-"
That was as far as he got, before that machinegun fired up again. The gunner was peppering the bodies of those that dove for cover, gunning them down quickly, and, he thought in the light of the flashes, he could see the devil in that man.
The gunfire carried over the phone, and it didn't take very long at all for the private at the other end to start a commotion, slamming down on the alarm rousing marines from their sleep.
And that private wasn't the only one. It seemed All Hell was breaking out in Gambino. A general state of emergency, maybe even some sort of riot or "Demonstration". The Jeep wasn't the only one. There seeemd to be at least five more out in Gambino, shooting up bars, businesses, the night scene, anywhere people were out and about, wherever it be.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 4:53 am
GNG Situation Report ((OOC: For those still trying to figure out where to jump in)) ASDF Control Tower - Red Alert sounded by Corporal Bundermunny in response to satellite view of Isle de Gambino blackout.
ASDF Hangars - Detonation of EMP grenade, one intruder currently standing still waiting to discover the results of said EMP.
Gaian Navy - Port de Gambino Shipyards - Monolith is climbing aboard the closest GN ship from the underside, twisting the hull plating to form handholds to climb up.
Port de Gambino - Down on Trent between Weir Road and Davidson - Riot or violent demonstration: six Jeeps with machine guns firing upon the populace. Several gunned down already.
Isle de Gambino - Power grid failure, half the island in darkness.
Isle de Gambino - Casino - One civilian attempted to kill Talon with a slot machine while on pursuit of lightning-powered Gaian related to power grid failure.
Durem Reclamation Area - Extremely violent murder. No witnesses.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 6:50 pm
Ai Leen Port De Gambino; Incident +7:47 hours-"....G..." The rumble came between gritted teeth. "G-Guy-Ah." Yellow, faceted reptilian eyes squinted. "Shhhhhip...yaardzzz." The ordeal of reading the sign over, the obsidian Monolith grumbled to himself further. "Shipsss. Gaia. G. N. G." A moment of brilliance struck the giant. "G. N. G. have ships!" A massive hand reached up to shield his eyes from the sun. There were ships that he'd seen, then the ones that looked like the thing that had landed on his back one day. "Back...itch...G-N-G fault too?!" Obviously the militaries of Gaia were up to no good. He would ask them what they were doing. He ran into the ocean with a splash, and kept going, pounding the ocean floor with an odd 3-legged gait: Left leg, Massive Granite Club, Right leg. There was no buoyancy to him at all it seemed, just an endless stream of bubbles coming up from all the little nooks and crannies dotting the rugged, irregular chitinous terrain that served as his 'skin'. Radar on the closest large Gaian Navy ship would pick him up easily as a slow but steadily moving object headed for a location directly underneath it. Then it would pick him up as an object moving more quickly, projecting up from the sea floor towards their hull. The ship rocked hard. Monolith had jumped, and had grabbed onto the bottom of the ship's hull, scrunching the armored plating enough to gain hand and footholds. He began his ascent, and he would ask why they had killed that nice girl. A low mechanical buzz came from a comm station on the CIC of the massive 750m long super dreadnought then under port command and restock. "Sonar sir, we have a contact..." there was a brief silence as a Capitan McKaney picked up the microphone. "a contact? were in port seaman. What kind of contact could it be?" "SAR says its...an organic?" another brief pause as the Captain considered this "sir its gone under our shadow!" the captain was perplexed, what the heck was this seaman talking about... a large fish was of no concern to a super dreadnought. "Seaman report to medical, you are probably dehydrated." "But Sir! Im seriou- Sir we have can hear the sounds of scraping its striking the hull!" "Seaman relax, go lie down, sergeant go send someone down to relieve that gentl-" As the captain was speaking a damage control station began to light up. "Sir we have breaks in the outer bulkhead, no major structural damage but the out void space is flooding slowly." The captain stood back and was awestruck, the outer bulkhead, even though much thinner than the true armor of the ship was still over two inches thick. "Sir!" the Capitan was snapped back to reality as the master of the watch came back online."Sir we have ASW Mortar teams 1 through 6 active and primed sir, you orders? The Capitan still couldn't fully comprehend what they were going on about, an organic was attacking the ship, an organic deformed 2 inches of plate steel? he could only stare at them and nod. "I want a close spread lines at 30, 20, and 10 meters, mixed depth and impact. Pepper the whole port side if need be, but get that thing off this ship... sound general quarters." The ships siren wailed drawing many an on looker from the close base in front of its bow, because of its large size it was docked by itself giving it plenty of space to both sides and though it had singled them out for this attack it did give them plenty of response options. Anti-Submarine Warfare mortars were simple tubes containing as many as 15, 20 lb high explosive projectiles design to fill a targeted area with lethal concussion waves in order to damage full size nuclear submarines. Firing 90 of these projectiles so close the hull would kill anything for under water for several hundred meters, and probably rip a good portion of the outer bulkhead off, not an idea solution but anything there or near the wars surface would be in serious trouble. On the deck of the ship; lethal 6 inch guns came alive was well as 82mm Dual purpose mounts, and hundreds of smaller 35mm stations, though such a defense was not exactly expected since the closing of the main gates. The ships had readied themselves for deployment should it be needed, and now sadly the ship would make a good showing of itself against an unexpected visitor. On dock Mk.V 35mm LV Multi-Purpose guns came alive their chambers rotating to face the Edana as the charges went off obscuring the massive ship in a wall of sea froth and steam a second and third ripple then followed the ship nearly disappearing from the automated guns IRST sensors, when the foam did settle the ships was alive with guns primed for what was still an unknown threat, many gunners expected to see chunks of whale meat on the waters surface but when all was said and done they did not know what to expect, so for now they waited.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:45 pm
*thunk**thunkthunk* Monolith was a quarter of the way up the Edana as the barrage engulfed him. For a moment, the obsidian giant was perplexed as he heard the impacts upon his natural body armor. "What...?" If a ship plummeting from the atmosphere was an itch, this was probably the tapping of a pin. The power of the blasts however pressed the behemoth against the hull plating for a moment. He pushed back against the force, trying to straighten up, but the plating was suddenly like trying to crawl upon a marshmallow. "Ahhh?" He frantically moved his arms about, trying to get a hold...but instead ripped a large hole in the plating. He fell through. "...AAAAAH."
After a moment, he reached up and rubbed his hand against his head. It was the sound of two mountains grating against each other. A deep, gutteral growl of confusion rumbled from deep within the juggernaut. "Where I go?" he demanded. He reached for his favorite granite club...and drew back a slagged stump. He blinked sideways then vertically. "Lost club?" He tossed the remnants into his mouth and chewed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:21 pm
The monstrous being would find himself in truly perplexing situation. the whole he had now made would soon fill the cavernous space with water of many millions of tons worth cutting out any light that might assist him, ahead of him was several meters of laminated case hardened alloy steel designed to defend against raw kinetic force in the million kilojoule range, unless he was packing an ADM (Atomic Demolition Munition) he was for most intents trapped in the outer void space, as the water flooded in.
Back in the CIC the captain waited for any reports, sonar had removed their headphones to keep from going deaf and the master of the watch was fairly convinced anything that was remotely near the ship was neutralized.
Damage control began chattering about taking on water but the void spaces were merely ballast and the ship could easily counter flood the other void space to adjust any such lean from the flooding, but for now everyone waited, sonar put their headphones back on and just listened.
-Machinists workshop #37-
"krunchk krunchk..." was the noise that permeated the room, the armor between the monster and the crew was too thick to be dented, but it had wonderful acoustics... and the sound of him chewing through waters, wonderful transmission of sound, through the large monolithic plate of steel
made it sound like a 747 having a Volkswagen beetle pushed through it.
"damnitt Melker I told you to turn off the hammer press! didn't you hear general quarters was sounded! were supposed to be upstairs!"
Seaman Melker looked at his commanding officer with an odd one-off look as he arched an eyebrow and pointed to an inactive hammer press to his right, usually used to make small items for the ships mess hall.
"it is!" he yelled over the din, the Commanding officer just stared for a second and followed the sound looking at all the large machinery very inactive before him, coming the wall nearest the armor belt he put his ear to it then back up quickly in disbelief.
"Its in the void! its in the Void!" the officer turned and ran heading up a short stairway to a comm station to contact the CIC, where his frantic screaming again unnerved the already confused command staff.
-CIC, Edana, yadda yadda-
"Send in the ******** suits! Ive had it with his friggen fish! fry it fry the ******** thing!"
The Capitan slammed his fist on top of a work station setting off a few tamper alarms as techs went to work reseting the specific station the captain rubbed his hand and backed up. Turning to ballast control.
"flood the second void space bring our keel to rest on the harbor bed, keep our decks above water but bring us to full load displacement, I want the void at at least 15m (~50 feet) our mass should compress the internal volume some if he has ears this is probably going to make him regret it."
Capitan McKaney walked over the Master of the watch and whispered in his ear.
"Arm the repair exosuits, I want the M66 Dual Pulse Carbine module on one arm, a welding torch on the other, and K60HVK SPP module on the torch side... I want this things head, tail and blood you HEAR ME!"
The master of the watch cowered as the Capitan screamed in his year but ran off to do as he said, the normal repair crews replaced with suitably trained marines and then dropped over the side, the suits thrusters steering them towards the hole in the void space.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 9:44 pm
"RRRrrrrrr." The low, gutteral growl elicited a stream of bubbles from his clenched teeth. He was apparently too stupid to hold his breath in while under water. The big guy couldn't see, the pressure was making what served as his "ears" hurt, and he apparently couldn't figure out how he ended up from climbing a metal wall to being in a metal room with no lights on. Frustration set in, eliciting another deep, grinding growl.
*WHAM* He needed something out of his way.
*WHAM* ...needed it out of the way now. So he pounded hard on the closer wall, the thick main plating of the ship. Even he could tell it wasn't giving. Monolith looked surprised. So he did the next best thing. He flailed in every direction, roaring into the water with a berserker's rage. Tail, teeth, feet, and fists ripping into anything and everything he could find. Anything five inches thick or less was going to be destroyed...and anything caught in his teeth would be eaten.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 10:47 pm
Thrie watches the Super Deadnaught take care of Monolith. Whatever is going on, he needed some answers and Monolith might be the only one he's come across that may be able to provide an answer or two.
This is a port isnt it? Beach and everything? Thrie looks around looking for a transportation that packed some speed. Some carriages pulled by horses, fishing boats, jet skis. Jet skis will have to do. He rushes over and looks around for the owner. The owner was bargaining with the customers. Thrie steals a Jet Ski and heads toward the large ship.
Before reaching the ship, he turns toward the dock. Without slowing down, he leaps off of the jet ski and over the towering side of the dock and barely made it to the top. He may be in civilian clothes but he hopes that his ID chip implant will keep the GNG defence system off of him until he performs unjust actions. Even then, he hopes to have enough time to finish off what he started.
He scans the dock for familiar facilities. The Gaian Navy sure does operates differently. Well, time to hijack a truck. A pick-up truck with cable wire was his target. He breaks the system with his knife and unreels the cable. He drags one end to the cable to the side of the dock and ties it onto several solid objects. Goes to find few more strong cable wirings and ties them to something solid as well. He pulls out his pistol and fires at the end of the cable to break them free from the truck and other vehicles.
He hauls the loose end of the cables over his shoulder and runs as fast as he could with the weight on him. He jumps off the dock and toward the Super Dreadnaught. He sank toward the rushing water and was pulled toward the open hole on the hull of the ship. He curls up into a ball as he is sucked into the hole. He expect too much luck and it bit him in the arse, catching a sharp edge of the hole that Monolith ripped opened, giving him a nice cut on his leg.
Light wasnt too much of a problem. He could barely make out where Monolith was, considering the way he was waving in every direction possible. He just hopes Monlith isnt as dumb as the pub says he was. With a little difficulty, he manauvered his way toward Monlith with the cable wiring weighing him down and the pressure of the rushing water. He couldtn do anything else in this conidtion. So his best bet was swimming past and around Monlith hoping the cluster of cable wirings would catch his attention and grab hold onto it by instinct.
Although Thrie already did what he did, he no ask.... why the hell is he doing this again?
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 2:31 am
[Port of Gambino - Nathan Richards. Time: 2:41 AM local.]
The jeeps engines fired up, rumbling down the street like a jet fighter, sending Nathan pulling up even tighter against his minimal cover as the machine gun barked out again.
Shattered glass. Stonework, wood, screams, ricochets and solid thunks as the bullets were tearing up everything in sight. Parts of the sidewalk, people, windows, store fronts. Even the bar, he noted with some dismay as the neon sign went out and more than a few rounds chewed it up.
It was beyond him soon enough, just like it had been the first time. And again, he could hear those tires squeeling as the brakes locked, and it spun around, setting up for another strafing run down the street.
Not your basic hoodlums and downtowners, he thought.
A cry grabbed his attention at his right tearing his eyes from the jeep, and towards a body on the ground. There was blood, a lot of it, though he couldn't tell where she had been hit. At least, he thought it was a she. Long hair, fairly selder, covered in blood. Seemed to be just so much of it. And it seemed there were two arms, two legs...
His vision cleared up. It was someone, a woman, a man, didn't make a difference. It wasn't the one that was crying. He was pretty certain that one was dead. Beneath the body, an arm moved, hand reaching out, stifled cries coming out between choking sobs.
His mind blanked out. Booze, adrenaline, death, he wasn't sure what caused it. But next thing he knew he was up from his cover, crossing the steps quickly towards the couple. He just about shoulder tackled the dead body, trying to get it off the woman, and he could see it was a woman now, as fast as possible. She was screaming, she was thrashing, she was fighting against him, as illogical as it was.
But he barely heard it. Instead, what he heard, clear as a bell, was a ratcheting sound as another belt was loaded in, and the whine of the machinegun starting up again. He took a slap across his face, he took a half hearted hit to his chest as he kept an iron grip on the woman's forearm, dragging her off by sheer weight and strength, keeping as low as he could while still moving quickly, and forcing the woman to keep up or fall down.
Somehow, she managed to keep to her feet, as he spotted his cover spot. One of the infamous Alleyways these big cities were known for. He whipped around, practically throwing the woman down the alley ahead of him as he hit the dirt.
Too late. He realized he tempted the fates, played hero, and something came up, and bit him, right in the right thigh, the large round piercing right through, somehow managing to miss the bone.
But it still HURT. He writed on the ground, clutching at his leg, trying to supress the bleeding.
There, in the alleyway, just a yard away, was the woman, sitting on the pavement, staring at him, mouth open, reaching towards him.
"GO!" he screamed out at her, even as he started to worm towards the alleyway.
And he heard those tires screech. Another ratchet, another belt loaded in...
And he could almost feel the barrel of the gun pointed right at him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 6:05 am
[Gambino Casion - Private Talon Hyoji]
Thuds could be heard overhead as the hostile towntowner walked the second floor of the casino, violently overturning tables and the like in his path. Talon followed the noise as he headed for the center staircase. <<"Command, proceeding to second floor of Casino. Overcharge electricity in the area is really starting to...">>
Talon's Comm failed as he reached the second floor. His light clicked off as his armor's power system went dry. "Damn." The polarization disappeared, revealing his face in his visor, and any signs of his HUD were gone, completely shut down.
"On my own now..." He walked slowly, scanning every foot of the floor for a sign of the electric man, relying on everything he was taught in basic, no longer using any of the technology around him. Static energy ran over the outer layer of his combat plating and he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck starting to stand on end.
The game tables were turned on their sides, showing the path the downtwoner had taken. Talon walked this pathof destruction, his gun held ready as he saw a bright glow in the open area ahead...
Out of the frying pan...and sticking my finger into the electrical socket...
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 7:37 am
Thries ID chip had worked however the unauthorized discharge of a weapon in Port grounds especially a resupply dock that dealt with large amounts of oil and nuclear coolant was not the place to be firing such devices, a pair of MkV automated Gun turrets swiveled around and placed a bead on him a loud speaker chimed in after a brief crackle.
"Unauthorized GNG personnel please cease and desist the destruction of government property and place your weapon on the ground.. this is a secure are-."
Sadly by the time the message was completed Thrie was already underwater and this left the turrets little recourse but to droop their gun barrels in frustration and turn back to the Edana.
-CIC, Edana-
"uh sir..."
a pencil of an officer raised his hand to address the captain, who was still quite angry about the whole incident, and was ready to snap the head of the first person who made 'were gonna need a bigger boat' joke. However when the captain realized he was being addressed he took a deep breath and relaxed walking towards the engineering direct who had summoned him.
"Yes lieutenant?"
"sir as Im sure your well aware there may be another option other than dragging whatever ever this is out..."
The captain took another deep breath he was really trying, but without some scotch he was in a fairly nasty mood.
"No lieutenant I'm not or I believe I would have attempted that already..."
"Well sir in case of a breach by a torpedo the Outer and inner void space are equipped with a stabilizing foam system, Mk IV aqueous foam a much denser variety than the majority of our solidifying foam designed for under water use, it should stabilize our ship and provide additional buoyancy as well as entrap whatever ti is against he armor plated where ti cant do anymore damage, right now its threatening to tear off the bulge it looks like..."
The captain was intrigued "... and would this kill it?" the lieutenant struggled, he wasn't sure, but he doubted that would be an acceptable answer.
"Well, its most likely sir most fish require continuous movement to breath, so yes chances are it would die of suffocation long before we would have a chance to enter the dry dock."
"Excellent, have the exo's set up a perimeter around the hole, and flood both void spaces with foam, whats the curing time Lieutenant?"
"uh 3-4 minutes sir depending on turbulence..."
"Very good, bring in the cast lines, and anchor and bring us to full reverse we'll churn the water to assist the curing, Navigation make plots for dry dock, if the damn thing is still alive we may have to cut it out."
-Underwater, Exo group 1-
"Sir theres um, definitely something in there..."
"I see it, but I dont know what it is there no real light, should we turn on our floods?"
"Negative we dont want to attract its attention, try IR and adjust for depth"
The three suits in exo group one chattered back and forth arranged around the hole Monolith had made but not so close as to be visible from, as the trio switch their vision modes to IR soaking in the feint IR light that penetrated this far down they completely missed the Thrie being sucked into the void space as the system took some time to adjust for the minimal levels of light available.
As Monolith got frustrated and started spinning the bubbles that came out of the hull were fairly dramatic and looked like someone had turned on a shower in the void space...
"uh oh I think its angry..."
When the comm buzzed again they back up and armed their weapons knowing that soon foam would be filling the area and they had no intention of getting stuck up in that muck, Aqueous foam was nasty stuff the consistency of heavy caramel at first and then hardening to a nearly solid foamed polymer as dense as concrete, by itself probably would stop the creature but several hundred thousand tons of it would be enough to crush anything including an exo suit, especially at this depth with the pressure preventing larger air bubbles meaning for an exceedingly dense foam.
Though not something any designer would know but relavent now... it also tasted horrible to levels beyond horrific...
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