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wog_edn
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The Word and the Void IC
John Nest looked at the map in frustration. He had stood there for hours trying to figure out how he could get rid of the demon camps nearby, and had yet to decide how. He looked up, finding Splice Terrence looking patiently at him.
"What?" he snapped.
"If I may give a suggestion, I know who could clear a couple of those camps." the other map said, his voice calm.
"Alright, who?" the general said, his face red.
"Edward Morrison, Willburforce Emerson van Buren Jr and Bill Hawkeye." the Knight said, sounding almost bored. "Let them choose a few others too, and I figure they could take care of it."
"Edward Morrison is a loose cannon that I cannot control. He is a knight, of sort anyway, god dammit! Will Van Buren is a mech and Bill Hawkeye is the oldest person in this camp." it looked as if the general could spit on the Knight, though he would never dare doing such a thing. "What good could they do, when a special team were exterminated?"
"They are specialists in different areas, if you let them take care of it themselves you wouldn't regret it." the Knight shrugged. "Besides, what have you got to lose? Just invite them to your office and ask them what they think."
John Nest shook his head. "I don't like the idea, but I don't see why not. I have nothing to lose on it. Alright, send for them to come here."
Splice Terrence nodded and left, sending recruits to get the men.
Johann the Terrible sat on a chair just beside a chained woman. She screamed, but he ignored the sound. He moved the scalpel over her naked thighs, using the blade to feel how her built was.
"You are a heavyset woman." the demon said. "Not that I mind, then it's just more of you to cut."
The woman screamed, and someone knocked on the door. "You may enter." Johann said, cutting just above the knee. A once-man entered, his face twisted and skin having a red color to it.
"The burrowers are gathered and the troopers are ready to go." the once-man said.
"Excellent." the demons face lit up. "Will you continue here while I join the others outside. I so want to say goodbye to them before they leave."
The once-man nodded and sat down beside the woman, grabbing the scalpel in his thick fingers. He tilted his head and started working on her, as Johann left the building he could hear her scream.
He saw the once-men and burrowers standing in a disorganized group, waiting for him. He smiled, his face looking as if someone had made a crack in a piece of stone. "Once-men!" he roared. "Today the human race shall fall!"
An over-statement, he realized, as there were way too few once-men and burrowers to destroy the humans. But he loved keeping them on their toes.
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posted August 12, 2010 02:47 PM |
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Will van Buren piloted his 67I onto the transport. It was the end of the shift and his mech needed some repairs. Scrapping was a good business nowadays, with the war against the Demons there was a nearly unending suply of semi-destroyed mililtary hardware. Key was getting there first, salvaging the scrap and then sell whatever you can back to the military. The military usually condoned such practice, as they had better things to spend their manpower on. Will had worked himself up to sub-shiftchief in the past years. That meant that he bossed around a handfull of greasemonkeys and transport from his mech. His mech did most of the heavy lifting and dangerous stuff, whereas the others dissasembled and transported whatever they could get their hands on. Today was a good day, they got to two tanks first and bullied a bunch of free-lancers of a war-mech. The simple melt-down scrap was not realy worth mentioning.
Will climbed out of the mech, which he nicknamed 'Crabface' for obvious reasons. He got into the driver's compartement and sat himself down on the passenger seat.
"Where to, chief?" the driver asked.
"Back to the hangar, 'Crabface' needs repairs." Will said.
"10-4." the driver replied.
Will leaned back and closed his eyes, he was glad to get out of the cramped pilot-seat of his mech.
"Long day, Chief?"
"Meh, just a normal 6:00 to 18:00 shift. Not a bad haul though."
"Wadda ya get?"
"You're full of questions today, aren't you Jonesy? Two tanks and a Mech."
Jonesy whistled, "Old Hoggs's gonna love that. Mark my words, you're gonna be behind his desk in a few years."
"We'll see, we might be all dead in a few years."
"Aww, why'd ya havta say that?" Jonesy asked, with a sour face.
"Because we might be, Commander Nest has failed to flush out the demon-nests. But you keep on truckin', Jonesy. Stick to your strenghts."
"10-4, Chief."
When Will got out of the transport-vehicle, he made his way to the locker room to get his things and get out of his overalls. On the way he greeted several other's who did not have their hands full. Will was one of the more liked shift-chiefs working for 'Boss' G. Hoggs, even if he did not make it to full chief yet.
When getting out of his work-clothes he ran into Briggs. Briggs was the sub-chief that was going to replace him, he was an ex-soldier who got kicked out for some reason or another and was known as a real hardass.
"Done yet, boy?" Briggs called out.
"Clam it, Briggs. I got 4 days of R&R and you're not going to ruin it. If you wanna know what, call dispatch and have them chat you up. I'm sure Christine is just gonna love doin' that."
Will put on his patched leather jacket and walked out before Briggs have a chance to retort.
A few mins later, Will entered his prefab-flat. Will only live two blocks from his workplace and he usually walked to work. Nowadays the transportation system was even less functual. You either had your own ride, which was expensive, or you hitched rides where you could. Will had sold his car years ago, if he needed to go anywhere he would walk, got a lift from a trusted friend or not go at all.
Will did not own a whole lot of things, he managed to rescue a few old family heirlooms, but nearly everything in his flat was the pre-fab stuff that came with it.
Somewhat later as Will exited his shower, his eyes fel on an old family photo. One from before D-Day. It showed the full family from Grandpa Van Buren's side. Will had to been 23 or 24 in this photo, he was smiling happily with Dana still locked tight in his arm. That will did not yet know the true horrors of D-Day. That Will did not know that only 4 of the 33 people on that picture would live past 2013.
Will lit a cigarette, somehow Will could not think of his family and not smoke. He figured it helped him deal with the tragic memories.
Will got dressed and went out.
Will walked into one of the pubs in town. Running a pub was good business, as people liked to forget their grief and troubles of the day and a stiff drink helped the forgetting.
He sat himself down at the bar.
"The usual, Callahan." Will called out to the balding man behind the bar. A moment later a tall glass of beer was standing in front of Will. He took a big gulp and lit another cigarette.
Will was halfway his beer and on to his second cigarette when a soldier walked into the bar. One that did not look like he was on leave.
"O God, another recruitement speech."
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posted August 12, 2010 05:08 PM |
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Good ol'e Bill Hawkeye was sitting in the tavern as well with Chester by his side. As typical, Bill was smoking one of his last Havana Cigars, and washin' it down with a Jack Daniels. He saw some young 'un and a couple others enter the tavern and went to the bar, back turned to the door of course. Bill knew to always sit in a corner with a revolver on the table, pointed straight at the door. However, he lost his revolver a couple weeks back and had not thought to replace it, so he just settled with his massive double barreled shotgun. Some person that looked like an army recruiter came in just then, stirring up Bill's 21 year old Blood Hound, Chester. Chester obviously did not like the smell of him and growled slightly, but soon went back to sleep.
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baklava
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posted August 12, 2010 09:35 PM |
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Edited by baklava at 21:41, 12 Aug 2010.
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"What's it gonna be then, big guy?" a greasy man asked, as the eyes of all the other greasy men from around the greasy table set on Spade.
He nodded and put some money forward.
"Right. Let's see what you got."
The man grinned a yellow smile and lowered his cards, showing five scratched illustrations; two dames, three jacks.
"Full house."
Spade reached for his lighter and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply and then letting the smoke out in a burst through his mouth.
"I gotta say, I'm in a bit of a pickle."
The men from around the table laughed.
"Seems so, friend."
"Yeah," Spade continued, "I just can't seem to make up my mind about what sounds better, so you'll have to help me out here."
He threw his cards on the table, took a sawn-off shotgun from under it and put it forward.
"Full barrel..."
Then he took out the other one.
"Or a pair o' guns."
"Hey!" the greasy man said, while the others slowly backed away from the table. "What's up with this, man? It's a freakin' game! You lost fair an' square."
Spade chuckled and lowered the guns.
"Just ****in' with you."
Then he turned his cards over, revealing a flush.
All the men but one laughed in relief, except the one who apparently lost.
"Damn it, Spade. I'd pro'lly feel better if you just freakin' shot me."
Spade raised his hand in the barkeep's direction.
"Hey, fetch us another bottle, will ya?"
Spade was damn good at cards and his humor could be tough to handle at times, but there always seemed to be alcohol in the end, so everyone just kept playing along.
He was just about to finish his drink and go find some company for the night when a soldier entered the pub. Spade glanced at him, rolled his eyes and took another smoke.
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posted August 12, 2010 09:58 PM |
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The recruit looked around, nervous. If John Nest wanted to see these men at once they had to be badass. The general never wanted to see anyone unless he had proper time to prepare. He picked up a piece of paper from his pocket and cleared his throat.
"General John Nest wish to speak with Edward Morrison, Willburforce Emerson van Buren Jr and Bill Hawkeye at once. You are to join him in his office within fifteen minutes." the recruit spoke out loudly, then hurried out again to make sure he wouldn't get a beating. You never knew how those oldies would react to orders.
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posted August 12, 2010 10:41 PM |
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Will raised his eyebrow, the last person to call him by his full name was his late mother.
Commander Nest's HQ was a good 10 mins drive away from here. Without a lift, he'd never get there in time.
As he looked over his shoulder, the soldier had just about ran out.
"Wuss," Will muttered before downing his beer. He took a last draw from his cigarette and put it out in the tray in front of him. He did not feel like wasting his R&R on Nest, but then there was the martial law. Will felt even less like spending his time in the county jail, or even worse to be pressed into the convictlegions.
He got up from his stool and walked out the bar, he would wait for 5 mins and see if he could hitch a ride. If not he'd turn up late.
He positioned himself next to the door and waited to see if anyone would come out.
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posted August 12, 2010 11:43 PM |
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"Ah sh*t..." grumbled Bill as he downed his last shot, grabbed his gun, and walked out, whistling to his dog as he went. He then got to his pickup truck that somehow hasn't gotten destroyed these past few years. He put his gun beside him as he sat down in the driver's seat, Chester in the passenger's seat. Bill then turned on his favorite song, "Sweet Home Alabama" (which is true to his heritage because he was from Alabama). He was about to go when he saw a young man who was supposedly also called out by that wuss of a soldier. He didn't have a ride and Bill knew that going over to Nest's sh*thole without a ride is a dumb f*ckin' idea.
Bill drove over beside the man and said, "Hey, boy, ya need a ride?"
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posted August 12, 2010 11:52 PM |
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As an old pickup pulled up, Will saw it was driven by an old man. He was in fact very old and with the dog beside him, this could hardly be someone else than Old Bill. Everybody in this part of the Human lands had heard of the old geezer.
"That's mighty neighborly of ya. Thanks." Will said as he got in. He picked up the dog and sat it on his lap as there was little other place to put the dog.
"I suppose you're going to Nest's HQ?"
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posted August 13, 2010 01:04 AM |
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Edited by baklava at 02:22, 13 Aug 2010.
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Spade watched as the oldtimer got up, called that hellhound of his and went out, not looking half as fragile as anyone else would if they was his age. Not looking half as dead as anyone his age, either.
This general didn't amuse Spade a bit. He smelled like orders and uniforms, none of which he ever got along with too well. Turning back around, he sipped himself another glass of whiskey.
Double-checking if the ancient veteran is gone, one of the guys around the table muttered:
"What'd Nest possibly want from the old geezer? The secret to immortality?"
"Meh. The sack of bones is still tougher than he looks. Along with that hound of 'is," replied another one. "The other guy I've seen around, though he never seemed like the type with a freakin' name like that."
The third one chuckled. "Willburforce Emerson van whatshisname? Man, that's some serious European ****. But who's that third guy?"
"Ed Morrison? Beats me. Whoever he is, he's gonna get screwed hard for not reporting for duty. C'mon, let's get outta here. Good game, Spade. Thanks for the drink."
Spade nodded, silently finishing his whiskey. Nest wants him? He can come and get him himself. He barely even allowed him into the camp in the first place, as a "potentially high-risk social element", now they expect him to go play nice like the other boyscouts?
He got up and approached the barkeep, cash in hand.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Playing it cool all the time is gonna get to ya someday, you know," the barkeep replied instead.
Spade glanced at the door again. "I ain't nobody's lapdog, Callahan."
The barkeep raised an eyebrow. "You don't show up when the big man calls, you're as good as kicked back out into the wastelands, Ed. It's that simple. It's not like you've got a good reputation, at least not among the folks on the top."
Spade put out his cigarette and put some cash on the bar. "Just gimme my room key."
Callahan shook his head and handed Spade a small metal key. "And send Jamie up, will you?" Spade added, climbing the stairs to his room.
"All the hookers in this world ain't gonna make you forget 'bout that canyon, Ed, you hear?"
Spade paused for a second, then kept on climbing.
Callahan sighed and took out another glass to wipe.
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posted August 13, 2010 02:36 AM |
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"Yeah..." grumbled Bill as he turned down his music a bit and drove off to the HQ. "Never liked that damn stiff, but I ain't got so much bullets as to shoot his big f*ckin' head off. Guess ya gotta do whatcha gotta do, eh?"
Soon enough, Bill pulled into a driveway next to Nest's base. He then got out his Springfield and trudged into Nest's office with Chester, arriving purposefully one minute late.
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posted August 13, 2010 02:48 AM |
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John Nest looked at his watch as the two men arrived and grunted. "You're a minute late, soldiers." he frowned. "And where's the loose cannon? I should've known he wouldn't show up. Oh well, nevermind!"
He walked over to his desk and pointed at the map. "I have pinpointed several demon camps, and I need to have them destroyed at once. If we are to kill those demonmen, we have to act fast and strike them hard! I need your help with some of the planning, mr. Hawkeye. I know you have quite a bit of experience in the field, and your expertise would be greatly appreciated."
He lit a cigar. "Mr. Van Buren, I have word that you are one of the finest mechanics in this camp. Therefor I am sending you along, to make sure... what in Gods name was that?"
The building shook, and the men heard a loud explosion coming from the main gates.
Johann the Terrible looked up at the gates, though not really seeing anything. He had spent quite a bit of energy breaking them, but it had been worth it. Once-men poured through, killing everything they encountered. They were superior in physical strength, if not intelligence and numbers.
"Spread out, set houses on fire!" he roared, walking slowly through the gates. He were untouched by the chaos around him, searching for magics. He always searched for a knight to challenge, as every demon did.
Burrowers emerged in the midst of a defense, their gnarled bent and twisted forms clinging to and devouring the humans. The attack went better than suspected, and Johann smiled from the sounds he heard.
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posted August 13, 2010 03:14 AM |
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"Well first thing's first, @sshole, make sure your scouts aren't sleepin' on the job or anything. That'll get us killed quickly. Secondly, I'm not a one of yer damn soldiers, so git it right, boy." replied Bill rudely as he went to a window and started shooting off once-men heads.
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baklava
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posted August 13, 2010 04:17 AM |
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Edited by baklava at 14:30, 13 Aug 2010.
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Jamie.
As soon as she showed up, a bomb set off inside Spade. Same - and completely different - every time.
She wasn't your average hooker, oh no. And not just cause of her looks, her curly, brown hair, emerald eyes and other romantic crap. Any pimp or some such greaseball that ever tried to get her under his wing ended up first rejected, then humiliated, then hospitalized. The last one came along about four or five years ago - after the amount of his functional testicles was reduced by 2, the scumbags appeared to have learned their lessons.
Nah, Jamie worked solo. And oh, how she worked.
It was all up to you. She could make your dreams come true - or your nightmares, if you tried to cross her in any way. She wasn't the kind that you pick up off the street; you'd contact her through Callahan or some of the other guys, and there she'd be, entering your room uninvited, without knocking, when she pleases.
Which, in Spade's case, always happened to be quickly.
Spade would never admit he had a thing for her. Hell, she was a hooker. He had met enough of those to know they can't be trusted, to understand you can't have feelings for those. But he somehow didn't feel the need to try any of the other girls in town, ever since she came along. She was good for his karma.
He heard her heels as soon as she started climbing the stairs. She could even make the old, squeaky wooden planks sound sexy. When she entered the room, she caught him lying on the bed, his hands behind his head, lost in thoughts.
"You can't have two days go by without seeing me, big boy."
"You can't have two minutes go by after I call without showing up in my room," he replied.
"Well," she said, "let's say I allow myself the privilege of picking my customers."
She took off her coat and jumped on him at once, closing in on his face. He raised his head instinctively.
"Hey," she said calmly. "Hooker rule number 1, big boy. No kissing."
He let his head fall back down on the pillow, almost feeling like an idiot. But he knew the feeling would soon be replaced by something very-
An explosion was heard from the outside and the window glass shattered from the impact. Jamie screamed as she fell off Spade and covered her head with her hands.
Spade jumped up and looked through the broken window. There was smoke coming from the main gate; people started screaming in the streets, as demonic apparitions, crimson as the dusk sky above, started spawning and savagely striking behind the defense lines.
The biker cursed, got his boots and jacket back on, and checked the shotguns.
"Stay here," he told Jamie, who was already back on her feet.
As he opened the door, he heard loud screams from downstairs. Looking down, he saw several unarmed bar guests bleeding and getting clawed by demons, and Callahan taking the once-men down one by one with his pump-action shotgun.
He noticed Spade and shouted, "****ing freaks! What the hell's going on, Ed?"
"They're all over town!" Spade replied, rushing downstairs and firing at some of the closest demons. "Do you have a safe room back there somewhere?"
"Bah! They'll need a safe room to hide from ME, Ed!" Callahan kept shouting and firing. "But I've got the basement, just in case! Where's Jamie?"
"Upstairs!"
"Go get her, she'll be safer down in the basement! I'll keep these crabs busy!"
Spade rushed upstairs and saw a freak trying to climb in through the window, and Jamie kicking it back down. "Come on!" he said and grabbed her hand. She looked frightened. She was a tough girl, but demons suddenly sprouting everywhere were never too great for morale.
Locking the door behind him, Spade led her down and carved his way to the door.
"You stay here with Cal, he's got a basem-"
"I'm coming with you!" she shouted, interrupting him.
"The hell you are!" Spade yelled back, and started dragging her toward Cal.
"LET ME GO!" she started screaming and kicking. "LET ME GO, NOW!"
Spade did let her go, and then slapped her, hard. She fell on the floor, seemingly unconscious. He'd hate himself for it later.
"Get her down there, Cal!" he said, and got out. There was a short pause, a few seconds before demons start pouring to the entrance again. He climbed his bike, then took out the disassembled machinegun and started assembling it. Maybe he could find some way to operate it, at least when the bike is still. He had just finished mounting it next to the backseat when he heard familiar heels strike the floor behind him. Turning around, he saw Jamie there, a bruise forming on her face, and fury forming in her eyes. She held a gun up.
"Damnit Jamie..."
The toughest chick he knew.
"You did that for the first and last time in your life, got it, you swine? Now move forward! I'll need some space to aim that machinegun."
Spade raised his hands angrily. She was marvelous.
"Alright, you crazy b****, hop on and sit tight. We're going for a ride."
He could see the demons coming back. Now he was ready.
With his warrior princess sitting firmly behind him, he started the engine.
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"Let me tell you what the blues
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posted August 13, 2010 12:45 PM |
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The explosion knocked Will just about off his feet. He stumbled backwards nearly missing to trip over Bill's dog.
As he looked out of the window he saw Demons pouring into the camp. Nest's sense of logistics was always off and putting his HQ nearly at the gates was a fool's solution to not a very difficult problem. Will pulled his Snub Pistol out of the holster and ran out of the building. If he had seen correctly, there was a hangar near here. If he could make it there, he could pilot something and be of use to the defence. His pistol was for close quarter-fighting and his marksmanship wasn't that great to begin with.
Outside he spotted the hangar and made a sprint for it. A Demon blocked his path. On the run, Will took the safety off and pulled off several rounds. Several gory bits flew of the hellspawn and it went down. Will left it at that, he had little time to check if the thing was actually dead. As long as it was down and did not block his path anymore. He ran further to the hangar and barreled through the door. Will turned, closed the door behind him and franticly looked for a lightswitch.
After he found one, he looked into a nearly empty hangar. Only in the far end stood one machine. "And what a machine it is." Will muttered to himself.
It was the prototype Assault Mech the Army was working on and how it got into Nest's semi-compotent hands was something Will did not have time to ponder. He sprinted over and with some effort found the cockpit and climbed in.
"Ignition, ignition? Sh!t, no key. I'll have to hotwire it." Will fished his Swiss knife out of his pocket and pulled of the plate around the ignition. After a few seconds of random tinkering, Will connected two wires and the Mech sparked to life.
Will glanced over the cockpit. "Damn, this thing is a fourseater. I'll have to improvise even more."
Locating the targeting system, Will switched it to auto sat himself down in what looked like the pilot seat, grabbed the controls.
"Here goes nothing."
A moment later the Mech busted through the hangar door more that it actually opened it. The arm-mounted guns started blazing and seeking Demons to shoot. The Mech lumbered foward crushing things underfoot heedlesly.
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posted August 13, 2010 03:13 PM |
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Edited by baklava at 15:20, 13 Aug 2010.
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After gunning down several freaks that tried to block their path, Spade rode toward the military supply depots. There wasn't too much ammo to go around, and he reckoned there had to be some over there.
Upon closing in, he saw a huge mechanical contraption burst through the door of a hangar he was passing by. Stopping for a second to glance at the hulking thing, he noticed a creep jumping on its back from the roof of the hangar, apparently unnoticed.
Spade cursed.
"What?" asked Jamie, and then noticed the once-man. "Ah!" she exclaimed and directed the machinegun toward it.
"No! The guy inside'll think we're shooting at him. He can't see that thing but he can see us."
"We've got to warn him somehow, then," she said and started shouting and waving her hands in the direction of what she thought might be the cockpit. "Hey! Your back! YOUR BACK!"
"Does it look like he can hear you?" Spade interrupted. "Hold the bike for a sec."
He jumped off and took out a chain from the bike's compartment. Avoiding the giant mech's stomps, he rolled behind its back and tossed the chain up. It rolled around a robotic arm, and Spade pulled himself up. Making his way to the top of the machine, he took out a shotgun and pointed it toward the creep. It didn't appear to notice him, but another one, silently as death itself, jumped on his shoulders from somewhere. Probably some rooftop again.
"Basterds..." Spade hissed, battling the thing that held on to him and tried to claw him down. His shotgun went out of his hand and fell across the edge of the robot's back. Spade grabbed his chain and jumped - resulting in him hanging from the robot, and the creep losing balance and falling off, scratching him heavily before going down to meet a giant mechanical foot.
Two more jumped on. Still not a sound.
They were quick and fanatical, and Spade had no chance against them half-unarmed and hanging from a chain, but why would just these guys strike the mech? There were tougher ones, those able to claw through metal better, those quicker or larger or better jumpers. Why is it that only these are here? The only thing they had that other demons didn't was... silence.
That's it. Whoever made these mech things probably thought that something might get on the back and devised a cleaning routine or whatever. Something to get uninvited guests off. But maybe it's not automated, the guy inside probably needs to press some button or some such **** manually, but first he needs to notice that something's up there. And these freaks know it.
He needed to get the attention of whoever was inside. The guy needed to figure out there was something on his back.
Alright, then.
Looking around, he saw his shotgun - the one that appeared to fall off the mech - stuck somewhere in the machinery nearby. Serendipity at its finest. Swinging in its direction, he managed to get it back, and shot a creep that bent over the edge to look for him. A solid part of its face got blown off, but it remained up, retreating. He heard them hissing something up there. They knew they'd need to take care of him first, before doing any sabotage or whatever they were up to.
He reloaded his shotguns quickly.
Climbing up the chain like a mountain climber, he first fired two warning shots without even looking (one sudden demonic scream was heard... better than nothing) and then jumped back up on the robot, ready for a fight. There were four of them up now, two of them bleeding heavily. There'll probably be more. They know this mech itself can repel half of their attack.
They turned to him and hissed.
"Great to see you too..."
He fired two shots down at the hull of the robot's back, then threw the shotguns away. They could only fire two bullets each, and there was no time to reload. All that remained was to stay alive for as long as possible, and hope to God or whatever's the opposite of these demon things that the guy inside noticed something.
One creep jumped at Spade. He dodged it, almost losing balance, and managed to punch it. Punches ain't gonna do much good, but at least they show good intentions.
The demons closed in. Come on. Press that freaking button. Where's that generic chick voice saying something like "initiating combat self-cleaning protocol" and other **** from the movies when you need it?
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"Let me tell you what the blues
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money,
you got the blues."
Howlin Wolf
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War-overlord
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Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted August 13, 2010 10:12 PM |
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Will made things up as he went along. Not having piloted an actual War-Mech before, he was doing this pure on instinct alone. Pulling levers, flipping switches and pushing buttons when it seemed apropriate. As long as this Mech trudged along and shot things, there was hope for this human-camp yet.
Will's eyes fell on a blinking blue button, one that seemed as good as any to push. As he did an electric shock ran through the entire mech and it ground to a halt.
"Not good, not good! Get back to shooting, you hunk of scrapmetal!" Will called out frantically, as he tried to get the Mech back to working. Non of the controlls seemed to do much of anything. So Will hotwired the mech again.
After some grinding that sounded very bad for the internal mechanics, the Mech turned back on again and resumed stomping around. He spotted the targetting switch and flipped it back to auto again. Soon the armguns came back to life and resumed shooting.
"That's better." Will sighed. Then he added: "Remind me not to push that button again."
Again Will's eyes fell on a blinking button, a different one blinking red.
"Red's never a good thing, but seeing how I'm likely dead if this thing fails on me, I might as well try it."
Will pushed the button. He heard a great swooshing sound and saw several missiles fly past from the right.
"Sh!t, that button is the missile button then."
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Berny-Mac
Promising
Legendary Hero
Lord Vader
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posted August 14, 2010 03:49 AM |
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Bill saw the mech charge outta the hangar blasting sh*t as it went. The some demons got on top of it, but some motorcycle dude came around and shot it. Then more came around and he kept shooting it and all that junk. Bill then turned his attention to the demons on the mech advancing towards the motorcycle dude and blasted all of their heads off, cept for one that got knocked off by the motorcycle dude. Meanwhile, Chester was eating the last of General Nest's cheesecake in the refrigerator while the General went off somewhere.
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Skyrim RP? YES!
Here it is!
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baklava
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
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posted August 14, 2010 04:38 AM |
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Edited by baklava at 04:39, 14 Aug 2010.
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Spade got ready to dodge another claw when the demons started suddenly stopping in their tracks, briefly confused by the newfound holes in their bodies before collapsing.
Someone was a damn good marksman.
He didn't have too much time for marveling since the mech suddenly started making funny noises. It wasn't the sci-fi digitalized chick voice, more like the sound of a beehive the size of a hammerhead shark, but the message was clear.
Get the hell out of there.
Spade jumped as the contraption burst into electric shocks, and dropped right on one of the once-alive once-men, with a splat. Not the best thing to land on, but certainly better than asphalt.
"Looks like someone beat you to it, Tarzan," Jamie giggled. Spade got up, and figured out the mech stopped moving for enough time to pick up his guns and light a cigarette.
"The shots came from the HQ."
"I thought you had a problem with going there?" she was curious.
"Not when it's on my terms, angel. Besides, useless officer sacks of **** like Nest can't shoot like this. Let's go. I've got some thanks to say."
He got on the bike. Two missiles fired away from somewhere on the mech, leaving a trail of smoke, that mixed with that of Spade's bike as he drove away. As long as that thing was in business, he could find the time to calm down and think straight. And no more of this Spiderman crap.
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"Let me tell you what the blues
is. When you ain't got no
money,
you got the blues."
Howlin Wolf
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Berny-Mac
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Lord Vader
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posted August 15, 2010 06:12 AM |
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"Howdy there!" said Bill to the motorcycle dude that just rolled in with his hot girlfriend or somethin'. I think Chester left some cheese in the fridge if yer hungry. Tap water's out, but there's some beers in the mess hall to yer right. Ya'll enjoy yerselves. I'm gonna go blow the heads off these snowheads so then we only gotta deal with a lil' bit of snow. Or you can find me some more ammo, scotch, and Cubans. That'll work just fine too."
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Skyrim RP? YES!
Here it is!
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted August 19, 2010 08:36 PM |
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As Will guided the Mech he borrowed through and over the thinning ranks of Demons, he noticed the wreckage he left behind. The arm-mounted guns of the Mech continued shooting as they tracked the sub-humans.
Will, who had only a slight idea of what he was actually doing, flipped a certain number of switches and buttons when the mech again ground to a halt. He was happy he had not wrecked much as the guns kept on blazing. The bad thing was a notification he read over the pilot's console.
Quote:
Redirecting power to the Railgun
"Sh1t, now what do I do."
Will looked around to see any indication to how he should at least point the thing in the right direction. Then he saw several lights blinking on the seat next to the pilot's.
Will moved a seat and started doing things that seemed logical.
"Manual targetting, check. 60% power already? Override pilot controll, fine why not."
As Will grabed one of the nearby joysticks and wiggled it, the whole torso pivoted on it's legs.
"Ok, good, now where's the biggest throng of the b@st@rds? 80%. There. Lower trajectory. Nice! 95%. Payback time!"
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