Post by Ghostly on Oct 6, 2021 19:59:38 GMT
Alia
He followed quietly behind the doctor as they slowly made their way back to the hangar bay. His left arm still crossed over his stomach, shielding and providing pressure to the fresh surgical site. In the distance, clumsy feet shuffled and wandered the halls.
The doctor chimed back, not exactly saying she would or wouldn’t follow through, but it didn’t really matter.
“If we make it out of here, could you take a day off and loosen up a bit? Hell, I’ll even book you a spa day, I know this great place on Fortuna that I think you’d love.” He said with a lighthearted grin. Odds were she probably wouldn’t find it all that funny, but a bit of reprieve from the tension was usually appreciated.
Before she could retort, the hallway public announcement system switched on and the familiar voice of Aurora, their android comrade, came through loud and intense.
"Hurry! Please, hurry! Leave everything behind and come to the hangar now! Do not hesitate to engage any targets you do not recognize, every individual who was not part of our gathered group from the hangar can be assumed hostile! The situation is urgent, do not take any detours!”
The time for joking was over. He shot Alia a knowing look and turned his attention to their path, picking up the pace, while taking care to listen for anyone around the corners. “You wouldn’t happen to have a spare weapon, would you?” He asked as he leaned around the corner to the final stretch to the hangar bay. “Looks clear, let’s mobilize.”
The soldier rounded the corner, looking over his shoulder as he did to ensure Alia was still on his heels. It was only a hundred yards to the hangar, and his wound was quickly feeling better… a little too quick when he got to thinking about it. More questions for later I suppose…
As he glanced back he noticed a dark silhouette in the shadows behind the doctor. It seemed to grow in the shadows, tall and slender and ominous, its shape bending in the dark and formed shapes never meant for the natural form. A thousand protean eyes stared and blinked, slowly forming into two burning lights.
The soldier could only barely understand its anatomy before it morphed into something new, wings changed to eye stalks to tentacles, and finally a humanoid form, not unlike his own.
Even in this homogenous form it was still impossible to identify for either of the humans before it. But as the figure approached the light, the vagueness of the outline became more lucid, and although it never truly left the shadows, Alia and her companion could at least now gauge its intent.
“The doctor and her walking cadaver. I am… pleased you two have made it this far,” the figure’s voice was strained, and it struggled to bring forth words through a mouth unfamiliar to such communication. “You seem unaffected by this blight so far, I do hope this continues to be the case. For both our interests.” Its inflection seemed amused, or whatever it thought amusement sounded like to a human. It’s eyes tightened and focused on Alia, and a bright grin shined in the dark. “Don’t lose your head, Alice.”
Revelation and Roy
The pressure doors sealed, trapping whatever monstrosity was behind it. The vents began to screech as they began pulling in as much air as they could. While some vents were already clogged beyond cleaning, others did seem to pull and block as much as they could. The sound was horrendous, a cacophony of ripping viscera, clanging metal, and the shrieking of amalgam life clinging to the cold interior of the station now being torn away by the industrial air unit.
Needless to say, it was more than enough to attract the wandering mob at the end of the hall. Now with an inclination of where more victims would be, they picked up their speed, coming into view of the pair of mercenaries.
The first thing they could recognize were the uniforms, soldiers and doctors and engineers in heavy winter gear now slashed and soaked in blood and bile. They looked twisted and misshapen, as if someone tried to reassemble their skeleton without instructions, the skin was pulled tight and torn where their body was forced to change. Their biomass was crudely reshaped, random growths such as tentacles, bone protrusions, and new multi-jointed limbs emerged from the carcasses pulled along by unknown means, their skin was nothing but a disguise to hide the monstrosity beneath.
“Fuck, more contacts!”
Bullets sprayed towards them from behind the horde as half a dozen soldiers in protective gear opened fire with their automatic weapons. While they didn’t change their course from Rev and Roy, their numbers were thinned. A stray round sliced Roy's cheek as the soldiers continued to lay down suppressive fire. Either they hadn't been noticed, or they didn't care. Either way, it wasn't the best moment to ask.
The Hangar Crew
"Alright people, you heard the lady!" James called across the hangar as he climbed into his AMP to prime the engines and prep for passengers. "Let's get a move on! Double-time it! Let's get those doors open and saddled up, we don't have time to chat."
In the darkness of the hallway, one by one soldiers began to emerge from the shadows, navigating in infrared as they approached the hangar. Almost six could be seen posted in the hallway, in a back a soldier limped along, leaning against her comrade. Each soldier's armband was marked with the same insignia, which came into view as the lead trooper approached the hangar, stopping ten feet from Aurora. An SMG was slung from his arm, and his "Oxide, this is Sweeper Actual. Got an android and a small group of operators, armed. Advise." He spoke hushed, but Aurora's audio receptors could make it out. After a moment, he looked up to her and spoke more clear.
"How many are you?" The soldier's goggles flipped up, and through sharp, dark eyes he peered past her at her companions.
He followed quietly behind the doctor as they slowly made their way back to the hangar bay. His left arm still crossed over his stomach, shielding and providing pressure to the fresh surgical site. In the distance, clumsy feet shuffled and wandered the halls.
The doctor chimed back, not exactly saying she would or wouldn’t follow through, but it didn’t really matter.
“If we make it out of here, could you take a day off and loosen up a bit? Hell, I’ll even book you a spa day, I know this great place on Fortuna that I think you’d love.” He said with a lighthearted grin. Odds were she probably wouldn’t find it all that funny, but a bit of reprieve from the tension was usually appreciated.
Before she could retort, the hallway public announcement system switched on and the familiar voice of Aurora, their android comrade, came through loud and intense.
"Hurry! Please, hurry! Leave everything behind and come to the hangar now! Do not hesitate to engage any targets you do not recognize, every individual who was not part of our gathered group from the hangar can be assumed hostile! The situation is urgent, do not take any detours!”
The time for joking was over. He shot Alia a knowing look and turned his attention to their path, picking up the pace, while taking care to listen for anyone around the corners. “You wouldn’t happen to have a spare weapon, would you?” He asked as he leaned around the corner to the final stretch to the hangar bay. “Looks clear, let’s mobilize.”
The soldier rounded the corner, looking over his shoulder as he did to ensure Alia was still on his heels. It was only a hundred yards to the hangar, and his wound was quickly feeling better… a little too quick when he got to thinking about it. More questions for later I suppose…
As he glanced back he noticed a dark silhouette in the shadows behind the doctor. It seemed to grow in the shadows, tall and slender and ominous, its shape bending in the dark and formed shapes never meant for the natural form. A thousand protean eyes stared and blinked, slowly forming into two burning lights.
The soldier could only barely understand its anatomy before it morphed into something new, wings changed to eye stalks to tentacles, and finally a humanoid form, not unlike his own.
Even in this homogenous form it was still impossible to identify for either of the humans before it. But as the figure approached the light, the vagueness of the outline became more lucid, and although it never truly left the shadows, Alia and her companion could at least now gauge its intent.
“The doctor and her walking cadaver. I am… pleased you two have made it this far,” the figure’s voice was strained, and it struggled to bring forth words through a mouth unfamiliar to such communication. “You seem unaffected by this blight so far, I do hope this continues to be the case. For both our interests.” Its inflection seemed amused, or whatever it thought amusement sounded like to a human. It’s eyes tightened and focused on Alia, and a bright grin shined in the dark. “Don’t lose your head, Alice.”
Revelation and Roy
The pressure doors sealed, trapping whatever monstrosity was behind it. The vents began to screech as they began pulling in as much air as they could. While some vents were already clogged beyond cleaning, others did seem to pull and block as much as they could. The sound was horrendous, a cacophony of ripping viscera, clanging metal, and the shrieking of amalgam life clinging to the cold interior of the station now being torn away by the industrial air unit.
Needless to say, it was more than enough to attract the wandering mob at the end of the hall. Now with an inclination of where more victims would be, they picked up their speed, coming into view of the pair of mercenaries.
The first thing they could recognize were the uniforms, soldiers and doctors and engineers in heavy winter gear now slashed and soaked in blood and bile. They looked twisted and misshapen, as if someone tried to reassemble their skeleton without instructions, the skin was pulled tight and torn where their body was forced to change. Their biomass was crudely reshaped, random growths such as tentacles, bone protrusions, and new multi-jointed limbs emerged from the carcasses pulled along by unknown means, their skin was nothing but a disguise to hide the monstrosity beneath.
“Fuck, more contacts!”
Bullets sprayed towards them from behind the horde as half a dozen soldiers in protective gear opened fire with their automatic weapons. While they didn’t change their course from Rev and Roy, their numbers were thinned. A stray round sliced Roy's cheek as the soldiers continued to lay down suppressive fire. Either they hadn't been noticed, or they didn't care. Either way, it wasn't the best moment to ask.
The Hangar Crew
"Alright people, you heard the lady!" James called across the hangar as he climbed into his AMP to prime the engines and prep for passengers. "Let's get a move on! Double-time it! Let's get those doors open and saddled up, we don't have time to chat."
In the darkness of the hallway, one by one soldiers began to emerge from the shadows, navigating in infrared as they approached the hangar. Almost six could be seen posted in the hallway, in a back a soldier limped along, leaning against her comrade. Each soldier's armband was marked with the same insignia, which came into view as the lead trooper approached the hangar, stopping ten feet from Aurora. An SMG was slung from his arm, and his "Oxide, this is Sweeper Actual. Got an android and a small group of operators, armed. Advise." He spoke hushed, but Aurora's audio receptors could make it out. After a moment, he looked up to her and spoke more clear.
"How many are you?" The soldier's goggles flipped up, and through sharp, dark eyes he peered past her at her companions.