Post by etinixa on Oct 22, 2008 3:54:12 GMT -5
One man with a driven need joined the Military without any intention of remaining with it..he bided his time, bested basic training and obnoxious officers, rose through the ranks through devious bureaucratic manipulation, and enthusiastic example. The day he awaited finally came: preferred choice of assignment. He choose Malton tour duty. Leading his chopper convoy, he waited till they had gone deep into the city. A smoke grenade appeared out of nowhere, seemingly thrown from below with inhuman strength and accuracy. It was a makeshift one too, of incredible strength. Minutes passed, when it was clear enough to see more than a foot ahead, the crew noticed their leader was missing...a funeral was held and he was remembered as a good friend, dignified officer, exemplary leader, and many other things. Other things missing were hand-held nitrojets and jumper boots from a surplus warehouse, among other small supplies. But nobody noticed.
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Adrenaline devouring his arteries, he landed on an empty street at midday, clouds overhead dark and menacing. All was quiet, but fresh pools of blood and smears that bespoke of dragged victims freshly jugulared brought back the images and briefings he'd pored over in the past few years: "Malton blockaded for all our sakes, including theirs..." "A soldier without back-up wouldn't survive a few hours in there..." "Survivors seem to be holding out, but that is a farce, necrotech personnel within the barriers work day and night to revive those killed by their own neighbors, spouses, and children.." "Large centers of commerce seem to be the most populated..." He had brought no weapons, choosing to match the inhabitants, savagery for savagery, tooth and claw, manic strength against his indomitable will and gift for improvisation. He glanced around, saw a fire station with its doors blasted open, smoke wafting out on an invisible breeze, bringing with it the scent of putrefacation. There were many bodies inside, piled against the wall. Written in blood above them, scrawled as if by a child the single word: BARHAH! Ignoring them he dug around the accumulated debris, finding a gleaming fire axe, never used. With determination and fire in his eyes he set out for the nearest Mall, 2 kilometers distant...
That's my story. I've just joined the Malton Rangers, ready to serve wherever I can be of assistance. The greatest joys in my life are 60%+ spirits, serenading the rest of you on my 12-string, and head-shotting the verve-less corpses out there.
-etinixa
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Adrenaline devouring his arteries, he landed on an empty street at midday, clouds overhead dark and menacing. All was quiet, but fresh pools of blood and smears that bespoke of dragged victims freshly jugulared brought back the images and briefings he'd pored over in the past few years: "Malton blockaded for all our sakes, including theirs..." "A soldier without back-up wouldn't survive a few hours in there..." "Survivors seem to be holding out, but that is a farce, necrotech personnel within the barriers work day and night to revive those killed by their own neighbors, spouses, and children.." "Large centers of commerce seem to be the most populated..." He had brought no weapons, choosing to match the inhabitants, savagery for savagery, tooth and claw, manic strength against his indomitable will and gift for improvisation. He glanced around, saw a fire station with its doors blasted open, smoke wafting out on an invisible breeze, bringing with it the scent of putrefacation. There were many bodies inside, piled against the wall. Written in blood above them, scrawled as if by a child the single word: BARHAH! Ignoring them he dug around the accumulated debris, finding a gleaming fire axe, never used. With determination and fire in his eyes he set out for the nearest Mall, 2 kilometers distant...
That's my story. I've just joined the Malton Rangers, ready to serve wherever I can be of assistance. The greatest joys in my life are 60%+ spirits, serenading the rest of you on my 12-string, and head-shotting the verve-less corpses out there.
-etinixa
