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Edited by Kell in a Cell:
7/1/2016 7:00:42 PM
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"CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!"
There are a few rules to keep in mind when exploring a dark and creepy local after waking up with no recollection of how you got there.
1: Stay very, very quiet. Walk slowly and carefully, and do not say a word
2: Do not, under any circumstances, turn on a light. If it gets too dark to see, stay put, let your eyes adjust, then walk even slower.
3: For the love of all that is sane and right in the world, DO NOT follow the sound of strange chanting - ESPECIALLY if it sends an unnatural shiver down your spine and hurts just to hear.
If only I had actually listened to myself, I might not be running back the way I came with some abomination against reality hot on my heals. Oh well. Better keep running.
I took quick peek behind me, before whipping my head back the other way. Nope, still too horrifying to comprehend, just like it was five minutes ago.
Also, can I just say that running for your life does wonders for one's stamina?
"SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, PLEASE HELP!"
[spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]
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... Ok, seriously, [i]just who is this guy[/i]? It took me a moment - and the man I question turning to face me - before I realized I had spoken aloud.
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"Lance corporal Nathan Blackburn, ISMC. That daemon is gone now, why'd you provoke it?"
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Ser real questions ran through my mind in quick succession: who were the ISMC? Where do did this man come from? Where were we? Then, I recognized something he said, and a few thing clicked into a very shitty picture. "Wait, daemon, as in, capital-W Warp spawn, minion of capital-C Chaos? As in, 41st Millennium AD, Imperium of Man? THAT kind of daemon?"
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"If you already know what it is why do you have to ask?"
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A morbid laugh escaped me at that as the somehow-reality of my situation started to settle in. "Trust me, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
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"It's not as crazy as you may think. I'm not from this dimension."
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"Huh, no shit?" I said, somewhat surprised. After a moment, though, I decided that it wasn't that unbelievable, considering where I came from. [i]What the hell,[/i] I decided, turning back to the Lance Corporal. "Well, while that might be impressive, I'm pretty sure I can top that. 'Cause, you see, I'm from the early 21st [i]century[/i]. As in, over 38 millennia ago." I spread my arms to the side. "Now, that isn't even the best part, though, 'cause there still the tiny fact that I still know some about where and when we are. How, you ask?" I let loose another chuckle. "Well, that's because [i]none of this is supposed to exist.[/i] Where I come from, the Warp, the Imperium, Chaos, it's all just fiction. Some story someone thought up and put to paper." I shook my head, letting my hands slip into my pockets. "Now, that's somewhat understating things a good bit, but you get the idea. Still leaves the question of who or what brought me here and why. I'm just some college guy studying to become a math teacher. Not sure how knowing the shape of a sine graph is supposed to advance some cosmic being's plans along."
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"No one knows why we're here, that's the big mystery."
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"Well, that just wonderful," I grumbled. Of course nobody knew anything - where's the fun in that? I sighed, before I looked to the Blackburn again. "Whatever, that's not important right now. What is important is getting the hell out of here before anything else shows up. You said there were others? Does that mean you guys have a safe area set up somewhere?"
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"Yep, general quarters, most people stay there, I however come out and find others and lead them back, or look for supplies and such."
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Well, now we were getting somewhere. "Well, then, Corporal Blackburn, sir," I said, giving a mock salute. "Lead the way."
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He shook his head and motioned for you to follow. The path was long and the marine moved quickly.
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I moved to match the marine's pace, having recovered from the chase. "So, you wouldn't happen to have a spare gun I could use, just in case something jumps us, would you?"
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The marine stopped and nodded, he pointed to a wall panel, lights or something, as neither read gothic. He pulled it off and revealed a cache of weapons. "Take your pick, I couldn't carry them all so I stashed them in different places."
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Well, that was damn convenient - though it made sense, even beyond what Blackburn had said. If he did make a habit of leading others to safety, it would be a good idea to have stashes of weapons and armor said others could use. Looking over the stash, I quickly picked out a set of flak armor. There were numerous scratches and dings all over it, the right shoulder guard was gone, and the right side was stained a rusty red. The poor bastard who this belonged to before obviously didn't need it anymore. While piss-poor in comparison to literally anything else, it was better than nothing, and seemed to be mostly intact: save the missing shoulder guard, most of the damage seemed superficial at worst. Helmet and chest plate secure, I looked for something to complete the ensemble, and rapidly found it: a lasrifle, along with a bandolier with some grenades and spare power packs. Slotting a bayonet into the sheath at my shoulder, I made a final check of my new wargear, looking over the lasrifle to familiarize myself with the layout: safety and select fire there, mag release here, iron sights intact. Turning to Blackburn, I felt a lot more confident now that I had some firepower of my own. I nodded to show I was ready.
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"You know how to use those? Aren't you a professor or something?"
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"College student, more like. And I do understand how to aim and fire a gun, thanks to my dad. This doesn't seem to be much different, thankfully," I said, setting the stock of the lasrifle against my shoulder. I paused for a moment. "Well, other than the fact that where those fired bullets, this one shoots freakin lasers."
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"That remains to be seen I suppose, I think we'll need to use our weapons before we reach general quarters." The marine looked around, they were alone for the moment but he could tell that may change. He replaced the panel and motioned for the man to follow him.
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Doing my level best to not look like an inexperienced idiot, I followed the Corporal's lead, keeping my footsteps soft but quick. I scanned every angle I could think of, even straight up, as the ceiling rose far too high to see. After a while, though, he signaled to me, and I stopped - and then I heard it. More of that damned chanting, coming from just around the next corner.
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"Cultists at the least, stay here while I check this out. Don't make any noise." The marine activated the cloaking field on his armor and faded from sight.
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Well, wasn't that damned handy for a lone wolf. Still, he'd given me an order, and odds were he knew how to survive this place better than I did. Until he came back, I decided to make sure nothing snuck up on us from the way we came, sweeping the hall with my lasrifle at the ready.
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It was some moments before he returned, he shook his head. "No way around them, now way to sneak past. The journey around is two days. There aren't that many of them, how do you feel about putting that weapon to use?"
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Before saying anything, I took a peek around the corner, ignoring how just looking at the cultists made my head pound. There seemed to be about a dozen of them, wearing at most light makeshift leather armor. Some had the obvious signs of mutation, while others has pieces of metal protruding from their flesh. Far from pretty, but between the two of us, not a problem. Still, didn't hurt to make it hard on them. "Alright," I said turning back around the corner. "Here's the plan: sneak around behind on of this pillars on the right. I'll give you thirty seconds, since we don't have comms, and then I'll toss a flashbang." Pulling said grenade from my bandolier, leaving me with one flash and two frags. "Once this goes off, we catch them in a crossfire, focusing on the ones on the edges of the blast. Sound good?"
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The marine nodded. "You sure you've not done this before? Alright when the flashbang goes off I'll draw their fire, you keep your head down, got it?" The marine cloaked and moved into position, waiting for the loud bang.
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Edited by Kell in a Cell: 6/23/2016 6:52:31 PM[spoiler]This one's a bit long. If you prefer shorter ones, just say so, and I'll keep that in mind. Also, was somewhat afraid it would be too long to post. Probably a bad sign, but oh well.[/spoiler] "Thank you video games," I chuckled under my breath, lightly tossing the flash in my hand to get a feel for the weight. I took a deep breath to ready myself. "You know what to do: take your time, aim well, don't panic. You panic, you're screwed. Make every shot count." In a sudden moment of clarity, I realized that lasbolts were much easier to track than bullets. Oh well, too late to back out now. [i]Show time[/i], I thought, pulling the pin in the flash while holding the spoon. Eyeing the distance, I took a moment to calculate my throw - math nerd, remember? - then let it fly. Bingo. I ducked back around the corner as the cultist stirred at the grenade hitting the floor - and then, with a bang, the screaming began. Nothing human should have been able to make those noises. Then again, they weren't really human anymore, were they? Shoving the half-second of thoughts away, I came around the corner in a crouch, my body still halfway behind it, before I stared firing. Blackburn had already started firing - one cultist was dead, and another joined it as I took aim and fired. The first shot rammed home in my target's torso, staggering but not quite enough to kill. A second shot fixed that problem nicely. Before too long, the ones on the edge were dead, either with smoking holes in their chests or lying in growing pools of blood. Of course, by now, the ones closest to the flash had recovered, and what did you know, they spotted me almost immediately. One of them rushed me with a crude knife, while the other three had nothing but their bare hands - or were simply in such a frenzy that they forgot they had any. Of course, Stabby took priority, and went down with a lasbolt and a few bullets. Then, I heard a sound that scared me far more than the cultists alone. "I'm out!" Shouted Blackburn. Shit. Looks like I was on my own. First one, I got lucky: the shot cored his head, and he fell with a thump. The second one, however, just kept coming, even after five shots, finally falling on the sixth. By then, however, the last one was already on me, and tackled me to the ground. I just barely managed to get my lasrifle between the two of us, and managed to hold him at away as the fücker ignore his hands completely and tried to bite me like a dog. "Could use some help over here!" I shouted over the animalistic snarls of my attacker.
