The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion

[Plague Bringer]

((Is that for our characters to read? Do we know we're going to be terminated?))

[Kaleo]

((That's basically what TNW has read. He would've relayed it onto Jane and the other conscious survivors (but I'll let p1 do that.))

((They would've been terminated, had the plan not gone tits-up and Simmer got deep fried. Now they must get the data on the Ubergeist and get back to a Democratic planet with the evidence that could shut down Haos Redro.))

[player1]

((Sorry, I got busy with life.))

((Will devote some time to this tomorrow-ish.))

((So, is everybody still in? And does anybody wanna play the missing characters? I was thinking of a "Meanwhile... on the far side of the planetoid..." scenario.))

((Also, when is the best time to get "together" to play, discuss, collaborate?))

((OK, updates to follow SOON.))

(())

[Hendrich]

Its the same nightmare, every time when I fall unconscious.

"You still alive?"

The moon was shining on my face as my back was on the wet grass, I tried to ignore her as long as I can, but I knew what happens if I did that for too long. I tried not to stare at her face, her skin was flawless as the moon itself and gave a healthy glow. She had long, born hair that neatly went down to her shoulders, and it seemed healthy. I really didn't want to answer her, as her questioned scared me a little. I mean, who the hell asks something like that? Well, she wanted a reason, but I'll have to make it simple so she won't spark a conversation.

"Yea."

She smiled at me and laughed a bit which made my stomach churn and my head wobble. I wish I could've just pulled out my pistol and gave her a nice good whack with it, and probably stick a bullet inside that sick mind of hers, but no, I don't want to compromise my safety just yet. Besides, I'm sure she knows that I wouldn't escape fast enough, so the thought of me being under her finger must've put her into a happier mood then usual. She kept eying me, smiling as if waiting something to happen, so I got suspicious and kept my guard up. She then grabbed my hand, I could still remember how smooth and soft her hand was. She looked me in the eyes, I knew it but I kept looking the other way like an idiot.

"I love you."

"So did that alien I killed a month ago."   

She moved away from me, surprised as if I would've said such an inappropriate thing. Obviously shes juts pretending that I'm a nice guy gone bad, keeping her own little fantasy in check. She looked at me, hurt. I looked at her and sneered. She kept her head low looking like she was going to cry. Aw, did she wanna kiss me and afterward we'll marry in a castle happily ever after? Bullshit, welcome to reality, bitch. But I won't talk shit to her now, the only way I could do that safely was to get her close to death, defenseless. I can't wait to see her eyes finally showing fear, the realization that she'll have to pay for what she has done and that she can't always have her own way. If Nell'ura is going to have to make her suffer, I'll gladly introduce Nell'ura to her- while burning she burns in hell.

"Goodnight Vakyre."

"My name is Prime, can't your puny brain compute that simple name correctly?"

Her eyes started to water and she ran away, crying. I didn't care, why should I? Shes the reason why I'm in this shithole that she calls 'The safest haven on Oracle'.

"Hey!"

She turned back to me, with hope in her eyes, probably thinking I got a change of heart.

"Come back when you gain a few IQ points, you ugly fuck."

Wow, that did the trick, she ran and I'm sure she won't come back until morning, looking for me. I looked around my surroundings, I was in a huge forest that seemed to be full of life, but I knew trees became extinct on this planet 10 000 cycles ago. I was sitting on a hill wet from dew, and I stared at a lake sparkling with clean water as the sun rose from it's sleep.behind me, not so far from the forest was the Mytella re' soona, or  the temple of birth, which resembled more like a castle then a proper temple. But then again, supposedly this is where our first prophet was born, so of course it looks fancy. I saw a rock that was hiding under the grass beneath my feet, so I decided to pick it up and throw it at the sun. It didn't go very far as the rock hit the force shield and disintegrated into pieces, which made me feel like a rat in a cage.

Strange though, I know this is a dream that took place after that ugly slug/bat took a piece of my head and my leg, so I won't be able to move properly for awhile until TNW manages to fix up my leg. Hes pretty good at doing that now, considering how he was the one who kept breaking my legs until now. Meh, I see no reason to freak out, as everybody in this dream wouldn't believe me that all of this was fake, as fake as this pretty lil' forest. I do know that 11 cycles after this day is when that drone would help me break out of this prison,  how nice of him, even though he was part of the reason why I'm here.

Great, now I have her face stuck in her mind, I don't feel so good....

I ran to some bushes and barfed for a while, rinsed my mouth with the water and sat back down. her face, her body, its so perfect that it seems unnatural in a sick way. Now I know why I feel as if Jane is a walking piece of shit, but this will also mean the chances of me not having a partner and being gay has risen through the roof. Well, maybe not gay, as my shitty religion forbids that and the consequence is death, wheres the justice in that?

"Comon TNW, just wake me out of this dream, I don't want to spend any more time here."

Whats the use? I know that my other teammates won't let him near me in my condition, but TNW knows about my nightmares so he'll find a way to wake me up. Usually in states like these, I would sleep for cycles, which is bullshit.   

I looked up at the sky muttering to myself what would happen if Null'era didn't choose me. Then me and TNW would still be shoving crates to dropshits, heh, dropships for crap credits, and maybe my father would still be alive.

I felt the warmth of the sun of my face, as I heard footsteps coming towards me, I knew it was her again and she brought company.

Maybe.
 

[Kaleo]

((Did you mean to write that in the colour for Shin, or Slim (as you did).))

((I'm assuming you meant Shin, because, well, Slim is a fat, drunk pilot, and incidentally, a man.))

[Kaleo]

The Ubergeist watched. Unfortunately the Hivnuas plant had jeopardized the Ubergeist's monitoring of the pinkskins. It would have to lure them to a more suitable spot to monitor them.

The Installation.

Long ago, the Ubergeist had learned to tap itself into the computer systems of the pinkskins, and could use it to spy and control. This installation was completely intact. Due to the direct proximity of the Ubergeist, it had been able to grow it's tendrils through the walls and out of sight of the pinkskin residents. It had sent false orders to them and lured them to it. It had devoured every last one of them.

They were, all of them, dead.

Yet again, the Ubergeist thought: "Bring them to me."

[Hendrich]

((Damnit! I accidentally used the color purple, argh! Fixed. Anyways, make moar.))

[Kaleo]

((Blue is Simmer, who is dead.))

[Hendrich]

((Its Navy, why am I getting this wrong? ))

[player1]

"... and you're not gonna wake up," I said. "Here, read this."

I went over to look at what remained of our squad. Three wounded losers, laying on makeshift cots. And just beyond the jerry-rigged lean-to Jane and I had built, a single, lonely HR Holdings Memorial Marker, showing the final resting place of one particular iteration of Jesu-Esau Oberreiter.

I looked down at the three figures laying on the cots. Prime's eyelids were twitching like he was dying behind them. Not again.

"Jane, get your bag. Prime needs to wake up right now, or he never will again. She has returned."

[Kaleo]

((The suspence is killing me. I'd post my (Jane's) part, but I'm posting from my phone.))

[Kaleo]

((Yay! Back at my computer!))

Those fucking backstabbers. After all she'd done for them, after all she was doing and was going to do for them, they planned to kill her, and not only her, everyone else on this fuck-awful planet too. There were kids with them. Prime was barely sixteen, and Shin couldn't have been much older.

"I cannot believe this! I knew they were twisted, but a whole 'Immoral Operations' department?"

"Jane! Get your bag and wake up Prime, now!"

Terrible North Wind sounded urgent. Who was "she"? How could she be back? Nevertheless, Jane hurried over to her bag and took out two long disposable syringes of pure adrenaline.

"Jane!"

Jane rushed back over to where Prime lay and placed her hand on his head. He was hot, but not sweating. This looked bad. She and TNW removed Prime's shirt and carried him into the light of the lamp in the lean-to. Jane took the wrapper off one of the syringes and jabbed it into his chest next to his heart, and pumped the liquid into his body. Primes hands and legs began moving, not twitching, which was a good sign. She put the other syringe down and began to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

After almost thirty seconds, Prime began coughing and spluttering. He slowly opened his eyes and looked from Jane to TNW.

"She's back."

[player1]

Just at that point, one of the other two began muttering to himself...

[Kaleo]

((I think it's about time we moved on into the Facility. player1, would you like to set the scene?))

[player1]

((No problem. I'll compose something tonight or tomorrow.))

[Kaleo]

~Open report: Al-Minak facility shutdown - 05|03|5413

WARNING: Report locked.
WARNING: Level 12 access required.
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WARNING: Level 12 access detected.
WARNING: Full document access granted.
--- Welcome to Haos Redro restricted document No. 837, Director ---


Begin Report
The inquiry into the closure of the research facility on Al-Minak 3 has been called off by the board of directors. They, no doubt, do not want unauthorised personnel snooping into the affairs of Immoral Operations. The official story for the press, was that studies on sentient flora had been completed and that the facilities personnel had been sent home, and that, unfortunately, their transport suffered a fatal drive error and opened all airlocks killing all passengers.

The facility was closed after a subject outbreak occurred. All personnel at the facility were killed by the xenomorphs within a few hours, and a substantial amount of collected data was unable to be sent. Studies were continued on a more controlled planet, but the primary subject, the Ubergeist, was unable to be directly monitored. At the moment, we do not believe that there is much important data in the Al-Minak facility to warrant a retrieval party, but we will keep an open mind on this matter.

The personnel lost included four full families (two parents and two or three children), eight couples and thirteen singles. This amounts to about thirty-nine people killed in the incident. The facility was equipped with ample housing for fifty people, a hydroponics facility, spacious living areas, entertainment centers and extensive laboratories. Personnel were advised not to leave the facility, as there were hostile organisms on the surface of the planet. We believe that they may have used the shuttle landing platform for recreational purposes.

The facility was subterranean for defensive and security purposes, and was organised into three sections; living, maintenance and science.

The living section contained housing, recreation, entertainment, the infirmary and food preparation and storage.
The maintenance section contained the facilities fusion reactor, the hydroponics facility and storage, along with the entrances to the access ducts throughout the facility.
The science section was located in the sub-basement of the facility. It was restricted to scientists only. Other personnel (engineers, children etc.) were NOT permitted there. This section included labs, test chambers, and the holding house for the Ubergeist.


--- END OF SECTION ONE ---

((I'll do section two later today.))

[Hendrich]

[File Name: Hello and Goodbye]
[Filetype: Ambradobs text Pariah Personal file_.atpp]
[Location: Generic Storage Device #3521]
[Date: Unknown]

//start//
This is it. The day that I get to shine in this trash heap, seven years of work has led me to this moment. Man, I', sweating, but the suspense is overwhelming me. Have you ever felt like this before? Standing near people who could either change your life for the better or to wreck it if you messed up? Well, hope not, because its intense, the fact that these 11 men, heads of the AM facility could be my ticket out of here, and to a road to bigger things.

My name is professor Vallance Corax, but friends calls me Vance. As I always tell you, I work at the Al-Minak Research and Development of Biological Studies (AMRaDoBS, or Amradobs for short) here at Vector 4, a small planetoid where the real minds behind the military can help humanity- in peace from the media and it's clueless fans who believe every lie the media spurts out. People, outsiders, the rats that dominates this world and consume every resource it has. They are merely infants on a high chair, demanding more apple sauce on their platter when they already have some, and becomes suspicious when we hand it to them. They slap the hand that feeds them yet demand more and more, the only way to keep them at bay from corruption is to contain them yet they don't understand and complain about it.

People, thats why I despise them so much, and why I'm always displeased with myself. I want to be something, not some toy that the government expects to walk when they turn my screw.
 


Atleast you understand, yes, you were always there with me even when I had noone else to look for comfort. Who was there when my father abused me? Who was there when they forced me to go to military school? Who was there when they took away my mother then replaced her as if she was an object? Noone. Noone, but you.

The walls, they always seem to talk to me. "Help! Help! Help me! Please!" Their victim's scream for death as the cruel walls smile away, thinking to themselves "We are unstoppable". Who listens to the screams instead of the walls? ME. Who was the genius who invented life? ME. Who has created God himself? ME! ME! ME! I smile victoriously at the heads, I can hear their fears, their heartbeats, their souls. For once in my life, I have all the cards, I can kill them right now and they know it, as they sit down on their chairs lazily without any idea of what I'm capable of.

I made quite an impression here, but then again, I was born here. Raised. And the time I was born was the time I have died. My tears, you are the only one who wipes them. You are the only one who loves me for who I am, and you would do anything for me and I thank you for your love. My quest is almost done- I can feel it. Soon you and I will laugh at the world as we raise our glasses at the sun, victorious. One of the head master's neck is sweating from the heat of the room and unfortunately that won't taste good after I'm done. I know I am a God- no, only I am god himself. Who else can notice the slightest things in life yet use them as the ultimate weapon?

They all think I'm crazy, but you and I know that it's called genius. They all think I'm normal, but we know I'm immortal. They are the blind ones, all of them. On earth, in Amradobs, everywhere. The children, the mothers, the thieves, the murderers and the saints- they all will rot in hell if I don't complete heaven in time. Everything is a blur, but now I'm showing them my greatest creation, my children, my work, YOU. Look at yourself, everything is perfect. Your body, your face, your eyes, whether your a man or woman I would make love to you, whether your ugly or pretty I would call you beautiful, whether you sinned or not, I would still forgive you. Do you see now that I am God? I have and am everything it takes to be one- and more.

My presentation is complete. They fell for it as I predicted, and I show them graciousness for I will take more credit then I deserve in the future. They say I'll change the course of humanity- the first man to create life without DNA from other species or from cloning. I smile. I pretend to be nervous, the nerdy one who looks ugly and can never find a partner. The one who plays games all the time, slacks off yet becomes a genius. With low expectations I can get away with even more, and with that in hand I can easily save humanity without being blamed for it.

They say it was a conspiracy from the government, or form terrorists or from another dimension.

They would never know that it was from a god with a dream, a god angered by humanity and decide to take it down for the good of it's future.

He will die, she will die, but you. YOU will live. I will live. But the first ones who will not be able to live to see the dawn of a new age will be the people in this building. I have no intention of leaving here- physically. But my mind will stay, and my body will create life for you.

I smile. I laugh happily. I get a pat on the back by my supervisor on a job well done.

I grab my orange canister and packets of custom DNA that will give birth to the future and put in in my steel case.

On top of the case, in shining bold letters reads "TREMERE". This is what I'll name you, this is who you'll be- my child.

I walk away, talking about the plans for this projects. The time I left that room is the time I no longer was Vance.

I became a god. I became just like you.

I never was so happy in my life.
//end//


((Please don't let this RP die.  ))

[Plague Bringer]

"Bring them to me."
...
...
"Bring them to me."
...
...

Gunny opened his eyes, but he didn't know that he did. He was numb all over, and was submerged in a pitch darkness.

"They are here.."

His head was pounding. Absolutely pounding. Like a million tyrants were charging through the little corridors in his mind. His breathing was fast, and shallow, and his heartbeat could outdo any marauder in a race right now.
He tried to speak, to call out to someone in the darkness, but all he could get is a little whine; Like a dying alien. Those motherfuckers; They must have gotten to us. He could barely here himself think. He heard whispers in his head, voices, static, white noise.

"They are here.."
...
...

"Bring them to me.."
...
...

"Bring him to me.."
...
...

((Okay, so the way I see it is we can cover our leave of absence by saying we were attacked by aliens, dragged to wherever, and in a coma for a month. We were sustained by cute little robots that were never shut down when the humans abandoned the planet.))

[Kaleo]

"Well, looks like we're stuck here for a while."

Jane dropped here bag on the floor of the inner airlock of the Facility and walked out to help TNW bring in the injured. He stared into the airlock.

"Something bad happened in there." He said without emotion.

"It's fine," Said Jane. "They closed it down due to costs. It said so in Slimmer's orders, didn't it?"

"Yeah, but I still say something bad happened in there."

Jane bent over and picked up one end of Gunny's stretcher.

"Wind."

Terrible North Wind drew his eyes from the airlock and looked at Gunny.

"Help me move him, Wind."

He bent down and picked up his end of the stretcher and carried Gunny in.

They spent about fifteen minutes moving everything into the airlock, cycling and opening it on the other side only to find that the pressure and atmosphere were the same.

Except that it was cold. It was very, very cold. Jane shivered.

"It's so cold."

"10 degrees Celsius."

"Let's see if we can't get the power back on."

[Syntac]

In his pain-induced sleep, Slim shuddered.

...

He was walking back from school. The derisive shouts of the older children echoed after him...they never, ever stopped. So he was the chunkiest kid in town. What of it?

"Oh Slim, were the big boys teasing you again?" came the soothing voice of his mother.

Slim burst into tears and ran to her arms. At that moment, she dissolved into a huge plant with a slobbering mouth and writhing tentacles. Screaming, Slim was picked up and tossed down the vile gullet...

...

((I really need to put my emo-ness to good use.))

[player1]

((Welcome back.))

[Syntac]

((Thanks p1. ))

[Amanieu]

((*hugs* Syntac))

[Syntac]

((And thanks to you too, Amanieu. *man-hug*
On a side note, GET FUCKING WRITING BITCHES!!))

[Plague Bringer]

Gunny woke. Shot straight up, dripping solid, icy beads of sweat.

"Fuck."

He glanced around. He was on a stretcher, and the others were around him. Except for TNW and Jane.

Gunny twisted his neck, cracking the bones, and proceeded to get up and stretch, inducing more cracking and popping. Behind him was a box of weapons in front of a large airlock.

It was cold.

He reached into the box, and dug around until he felt the grip on a Tumbo 66. He loaded up on ammo. Grabbing spare clips and hooking them on to his belt. They rattled around. Nearly every one of them had shots used up.

Upon closer inspection of the room, he noticed an intricate maze of vents and pipes above him.

He remembered his time served on Karith station. It was a routine patrol. He made his way to what the team called the nest. It was a dark room with a staircase. It led to an exterior balcony. He could smell it before he even entered the door. There was blood on the walls, like something had been dragged up them into the small ventilation shaft. There was a body hunched against a support pillar in the room. On the wall in front of him, "DON'T TRUST THE VENTS" was written in a messy, bloody fashion.

"Don't trust the vents." he muttered to himself, keeping his rifle on the maze above him.

He sat next to the box, waiting for Jane and TNW to get back.
Waiting patiently.
Quietly.
For those motherfuckers to come screaming through the vents.
He heard scratching, and the *tink tink tink* of little clawed feet on metal.

[Hendrich]

My head fucking hurts, where the hell am I? All I see is blackness, I can't feel or smell anything but pain. I don't know where I'm hurting, which is weird but its bothersome.

Pain, its your best friend. Pain is always there to tell you that you're in danger, and is loyal to you to the bitter end.

What? Whos there? Where am I? What the hell is going on?

I can help you Vakyre, you and I will become one.

What do you want from me?

You have no future, do you? Look at you compared to the others, you're not as strong as Gunny, or as versatile as Jane. Not even useful or resourceful as TNW, actually to the contrary, I think you're just a waste of space.A Ken clone will atleast take orders without whining like a child, all you were, are, and will always be my little pet. The best you can do is become a finishing touch to my collection, but that means we can still be together forever.


Woah, you just went there.

Your not going to survive, your death is imminent, simply put. But thats why I chosen you over them, Vakyre. Your like a child, so easy to mold into something....greater- and thats why you're here. The second you decided to put your unworthy feet onto my jewel, you were already dead.

Holy shit, I must've been high before this nightmare.

Your ignorance is a luxury, I'll give you that, but you seem to under-estimate me. Maybe I should convince you....

TNW drugged me so he could rape me while I'm sleeping, that sneaky son of a bitch!

Ignoring me with stupid comments isn't going to help you. I'll show you a fine example of my potential, your attitude is in no way thanking me for what I have offered to you. But your plea for mercy will be rewarding soon after.

Okay, thats it, now I'm absolutely positive I'm dreaming. Fuck you, goodbye, you can't exist if I don't believe in you.

Oh, its not me you'll have to test your belief in.

Umm, What? I don't understand what the hell your talking about.

You will, in time, now wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up!

WAKE UP!

Gunny slammed his fist into Prime's face to get him to open his eyes. Prime shoved Gunny away, snapping back to tend to his injury.

I said wake up, you lazy shit!

Ow, that hurt!

Prime continued to rub his chin as Gunny dragged himself back to his stretcher, his groaned as he pulled himself on top. Gunny turned to face Prime, his eyes bloodshot and he was shaking violently.

What do you want?

I had the worst nightmare ever, see, I was in this room and there was this vent, but-

You woke me up just because you want to explain your dream? 

Well, umm, you haven't heard the rest of it, see-

'And then John turned into a zombie, The End'. Now wheres Jane and TNW?

But-

Gunny, look at you. Your like, trembling all over, and god your eyes, its like you shoved tomato juice in them. Just calm down, relax but more importantly, shut up. I couldn't care less.

Gunny lied back, and stared at the wall, still shaking off what he had just experienced. His face was full of suspicion as he darted his eyes from all corners of the room as Prime checked the time on his watch.

Fucking thing, it must've broke when we got attacked. Hey Gunny, got the time? No wait, nevermind, here take these.

Prime took out two pills out of a pod he had taken out, and offered it to Gunny.

Sleeping pills, they'll help you relax.

Gunny darted his eyes at the pills, grabbing them furiously and stuffing them in his mouth. He continued to tremble, but less violently as he held his stomach.

God, how long were we sleeping? Is this where those two ditched us?

Prime looked around and noticed a repeater with a box of weapons near him with several turrets.The repeater made a low hum as the turrets stood still.

Well, atleast they left us with defense.    

But will that be enough?

Oh crap, that wasn't a dream!

Its time to start, watch your back. You never know what can happen, Vakyre.

What are you gonna do you crazy bi-

Suddenly, Gunny threw himself out of the stretcher, wheezing loudly and trembling. He threw up blood on the floor and his eyes were moving everywhere.

Holy shit!

Kill him.

Gunny's head aimed for the box of weapons near the repeater where TNW left for them. Gunny started crawling for the box, smiling demonically and wheezing towards it. Prime's only thoughts were to get those weapons away from Gunny, as his drastic change of behavior was a familiar sign that she had fueled him with the lust to kill. As Prime ran to the box passing Gunny, Gunny lunged his head at Prime's ankle and bit it- hard.

Ahhhh! Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck! Let gooooooooaAAH!

Prime feel screaming while Gunny dragged himself on Prime, grabbing for Primes neck and tightening his grip. Prime was in arm's reach of the box, and stuck his hand in and took out a steel shiv. Prime stabbed the shiv into Gunny collar bone, but Gunny continued this strangle without hindering his grip. Prime decided to cut Gunny's hands, and Gunny had to let go, while screaming in pain. In the split second of freedom, Prime, rolled to safety and dropped the shiv so he could whip out his pistol from his belt and aimed it at Gunny.

Gunny, its me, Prime! Don't listen to her!

Gunny stared at Prime with hungry eyes, his mouth was stuck in a twisted smile.

One of us will have to die, Vakyre. You're nothing more then a broken tool.

Gunny, goddammit, listen to me! Fight against her, I know you're stronger then this!

Gunny laughed as he took the box and threw it's contents at Prime, temporarily blinding Prime's sight. A Tumbo 66 fell from the box near Gunny and Gunny looked at it and knew what he had to do. He made a grab at it and aimed at Prime's head.

You, Prime. You came out of the vent, you were trying to kill me, it true, its all fucking true! Don't trust the vents, don't trust the vents, don't trust the vents.....
Gunny chanted the verse over and over again while he shot single bullets at different parts of Prime, laughing manically. He dragged himself up to prime and lifted the gun to his head.

You know this feeling I'm having, Prime? This is the feeling of happiness, pleasure, joy! And I'm going to enjoy it, lets see what makes you tick inside, Prime. I don't need legs to kill you, all I need is steel.

Indeed, it is the thrill and adrenaline of war, that what fuels the warrior to fight and what weakens the victim. Embrace the pain, Prime, embrace it now...

Gunny gave one more insane look on Prime as Prime poured tears out of his eyes.

The looks of fear is beautiful on your face Prime, now die and make me feel complete, COMPLETE!

This is it, Vakyre. Enjoy Gunny's gift of eternal rest. 

Gunny suddenly stopped his movements, he grabbed onto his head, fighting off his emotions while Prime watched, writhing in pain being unable to speak with a bullet lodged in this mouth. Every breath Gunny took was a struggle, and his right hand was punching the floor until it bled.

Get the fuck out of my mind!

I'm not controlling you, I'm just allowing your heart to do as it wishes without your conscious holding you back. It is my gift, a gift of freedom so no longer will you regret your actions as now you'll do what makes you human. I have seen your past and I understand you, is this not what you want?

I feel like I'm going to die!

Hahaha, Your not used to this, are you? Thats what you think you're feeling, but for once in your life your actually living. Do it Gunny, don't trust the vents, remember?

Gunny spat out blood from his mouth, trembling in pain.

I remember clearly, but I know that was just a dream and he wasn't the one who came out of it. You're not going-

This has gone long enough.

A high pitched buzzing emitted from the room, sounding from all over the building, alerting everything in it. Gunny,  stopped trembling and stood still. He then snapped back into position and his smile came back on like a mask. He turned to Prime and aimed his gun one last time, hesitating, then squeezed the trigger.     

((I just realized I started to phail somewhere in the beginning, I think I kinda made another character. Oh well, doesn't matter, do what Syntac says or noone will get cake after this is done.))

[Kaleo]

"Well. That's that."

The installation vibrated for a few seconds before the lights came on.

"Should we poke around some more before heading back to the entrance and moving everything into the living quarters?"

Jane picked up her pack from a table and began scanning her eyes across the walls and various computer stations in the room. There had to be a pump here somewhere. She needed to get the water out of here in case it somehow shorted the generator.

"Wind, you think there's a pump here somewhere?"

He was looking at the ceiling. "There's something up there."

"Yeah. The fucking pipes."

"No. Something alive." He continued staring.

Jane gave him a blank look. "You're paranoid."

TNW picked up his Tumbo-88X Pulse Rifle, pointed it to a blank wall and, without looking, fired a shot. The blast echoed a bit around the room. When it had gone, Jane could hear feint scuttling around in the roof.

"No, I'm not. I'm really not."

Jane picked up her Tumbo-66 and flicked off the safety.

"It's ok. Whatever it is, I doubt it will attack us. Or at least, not anytime soon. There was a pump switch over there, by the way." He indicated to a small red panel on the wall by the door.

Jane put down her rifle while still looking at the roof. She looked back at TNW. "You better be fucking sure."

TNW walked to the panel and initiated the pump. "It's fine. Now let's get back to the entrance to move everything somewhere more homely."

((Wow, Hendrich. That was confusing ))

[Plague Bringer]

((So.. Is Prime dead? Was THAT a dream? What's going on with Gunny? Is my character possessed? A splinter in the team's foot, now?))

[Amanieu]

(( Note that Hendrich did not specify when Gunny was aiming at when he fired, so it could have been anything: Prime, Gunny (suicide), something in the vents, etc ))

[Syntac]

((Hendrich: ...the fuck?
Mind you, that was quality literature.))