Session Start: Tue Sep 09 19:14:19 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030909.log'
<Swartzkov> No.
* Blake` trips
<Swartzkov> Ok, go.
<Blake`> GO
<Blake`> Session 100: Spear of Destiny
<Blake`> -Prologue-
<Blake`> Time Chart: 1945
<Blake`> Location: Hapsburg, Austria
<Vile> *The sun is setting and in the distance the city of Hapsburg is aflame. Russian forces continue to advance toward Germany, and Berlin therein. Currently, we see an area outside the fiery city...a place of small farms and houses, of rolling hills. Directly ahead is an old farm house, looking abandoned and old...and it's currently being watched.*
* Blake` takes a drag of his cig, enjoying the feeling it brings. Blowing it out, he throws it on the ground and crushes it with his boot. He grabs some binoculars and glances at the farm house.
<Swartzkov> This place, it is... odd. No?
<Blake`> I don't like. Not one bit, I tell you.
<Vile> *A single soldier in a black uniform stands there, leaning on the farm house's massive double doors. He too takes a drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke out in a billowing cloud. He hefts his machine gun and continues to look bored. He's definitly of the SS.*
<Blake`> I count one. You?
<Swartzkov> I count zero, comrade.
* Swartzkov cocks his gun.
<Blake`> I get your meaning. *he checks his own rifle, then nods* I say we take it. Now.
<Vile> *A third allied soldier (Named Sadowski) crawls up and gazes at the farm house with his own binoculars, "I count...160 meters...lets make it count.
* Swartzkov jumps forward, shooting at the SS.
<Swartzkov> NRP: NOW you tell us the distance.
<Blake`> He's so impatient.
<Vile> *The SS is quick to react, bringing his own machine gun to bear and opening fire as Swartzkov's fire rakes the ground infront of him. He opens fire, spewing hot lead at Sadowski also opens fire with his own rifle.*
* Blake` takes aim with his rifle and fires a shot at the SS's head.
<Blake`> We're making plenty of noise.
* Swartzkov rolls hard on the ground, his gun becomming jammed.
<Vile> *The SS soldier pitches back, the back of his head gone in a bloody haze. He collapses, and all is quiet.*
* Blake` looks around to see if anyone else heard the racket. He takes several deep breaths, glancing at his ally.
<Blake`> I think we woke the dead, eh?
<Vile> *Sadowski goes about reloading his rifle, looking at Blake, "I don't know, sir...they'd have shown up by now. Then again, I dont know very many SS who hang out alone..shall we investigate?"
<Blake`> Lets go. No time to waste. We have a war to win.
* Blake` begins to work his way over to the farmhouse, trying to keep alert.
<Vile> *Sadowski rises to one knee, taking aim, providing cover as Blake starts forward*
* Blake` reaches the location of the dead soldier. He steps over his corpse, looking towards the entrance.
<Vile> *Blake would reach the corpse of the soldier, and the double doors. All is still quiet. Sadowski stands and falls in behind Blake.*
* Blake` steps forward and opens the farm house doors, glancing inside.
* Swartzkov takes flank to Blake.
<Vile> *Inside is a long tunnel that appears to have been dug into the ground itself. It heads down into darkness, lit only by soft lamps mounted on stakes.*
<Blake`> The Germans sure know how to have a good time.
<Swartzkov> Nobody has more fun than the russians, comrade. Nobody.
* Blake` makes his way into the tunnel, keeps his rifle ready for any craft Germans.
<Blake`> (Crafy)
<Blake`> NRP: ARGhj
<Vile> *Sadowski follows, rifle raised. Our heroes would make their way down, their boots sinking in the soft dirt. Down and down they go, until they hit a section which takes a sharp left.*
<Blake`> *in a hushed tone* Get reeaaaady. *he leans around the corner*
<Vile> *Machine gun fire erupts as Blake peeks around the corner, sending hot lead into the soft mud. A german is there, firing wildly*
* Blake` jerks back, almost stumbling.
<Vile> *Sadowski blinks, stepping back and seems to almost fumble with his gun. The machine gun fire stops and the sound of reloading is heard as the german frantically ejects the empty clip and attempts to slam a new one home.*
* Swartzkov grabs Blake, and pulled hum back around the coener.
<Swartzkov> *pulls
<Swartzkov> *him*
<Blake`> Thanks.
* Blake` leans his rifle around the corner and fires at the soldier as he reloads.
<Vile> *The soldier just finishes reloading his gun and is bringing it up - just to have his chest torn apart by Blake's fire. He tumbles to the ground.*
<Blake`> Well, they definitely know we're here now.
<Swartzkov> Indeed.
<Vile> *Sadowski peers around the bend, "...Hey Sarge...behind the nazi prick..look."
* Blake` moves around the bend to take a look.
<Blake`> What is it, Sadowski?
<Vile> *Indeed, behind the corpse of said nazi prick is a large bunker blast door, albeit ajar.*
<Vile> *Sadowski sweeps the tunnel with his rifle, "Some sort o' blast door, sir. Bunker command room, maybe? If so, where the hell IS everyone?"
<Swartzkov> Hm... wine cellar.
<Blake`> We'll just have to find out. Stand ready. *he moves forward towards the door*
<Vile> *Sadowski follows after Blake, keeping close to the wall, rifle raised and sweeping the tunnel as he walks. As they come to the massive door, he takes position on the left side.*
* Swartzkov follows behind the two.
<Blake`> Alright, I'm opening it. *reaches out, his hand gripping the large door. He begins to pull to open it, keeping his other hand free to hold his rifle*
<Vile> *Sadowski nods and steps away, taking aim as Blake opens the door. It opens quiet easily revealing a large cellar room...though, instead of stacked with wine it has crates and boxes inside. Square flat objects wrapped in cloth fill the room. It's devoid of human life.*
* Blake` moves in, sweeping the room with his rifle, daring someone to pop up. He relaxes a moment, then looks at the objects.
<Swartzkov> Not wine... in caes, maybe?
* Blake` walks over and looks at the crates.
<Blake`> Why don't we take a look.
<Vile> *Sadowski follows, lowering his rifle. He looks about, "Sure as 'ell doesnt look like a damn command room. Storage?" *He walks to one of the flat objects and tears away the covering, revealing it to be a painting of utter beauty.* "Hitler's treasure trove?"
<Blake`> No shit, you think so?
<Vile> *Sadowski rolls his eyes, moving about and tearing away the covering on more paintings. He starts looking over some crates, "Priceless shit, I'd say."
* Blake` begins to open random crates, grinning
<Blake`> Wait until they hear what we found.
<Vile> *Inside are antique chairs and end tables, family jewels, vases and other such things that would cost a fortune. The wealth of Europe.*
* Blake` smiles.
<Swartzkov> Beh, european crap. No brewski.
<Vile> *Sadowski tears open one such case, long and rectangular. He blinks and picks up a thin object wrapped in red velvet, "Hey Sarge, what do you suppose this is?"
<Blake`> -End Prologue-
*** Blake` is now known as Ire
*** Swartzkov is now known as Junior
<Ire> -Chapter 1-
<Ire> Time Chart: October 15th, 222
<Ire> Location: Streets of London, the City Above the Water
* Ire steps out of the fashion store, wearing a black trenchcoat, shirt, and pants. He adjusts the coat, looking at Junior.
<Ire> More my style.
<Junior> Eh. *shrugs*
<Junior> I don't worry about style. As long as it's not pink.
* Ire gives him a funny look, then steps onto the street. He begins to walk along the roads, ignoring the random people passing by as he looks at Junior.
<Ire> Pink?
<Junior> ... Clothing.
<Ire> Of course. *He nods slowly, walking along* It seems we're the only two who will be talking to the leader of this zone. The others all found reasons to be elsewhere.
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<Junior> How dare they have lives.
<Ire> It is good, actually.
* Ire looks somewhat down as he says that.
* Ire grabs his comm. as he walks, clicking it once to get Jake on the line.
<Ire> We're going to head to the government adminstrative building, Jake. Stay in the shuttle and wait for us. *He clicks off*
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<Junior> Hm.. something on your mind?
<Ire> I don't blame them... *he continues, most odd since he's so quiet* It's the first time we've been to civilization, really, since we left Mega City.
* Ire puts his hands in his trench coat as they round a corner. He glances in some of the store windows as they move along.
<Junior> A group like them I expected not to fit into society much.
<Ire> I think Ayn is trying to start up a rock band.
* Junior glances into some of the shop windows, too.
<Junior> I hate window shopping.
* Ire pauses in his train of thought to look in the window. He looks at Junior.
<Ire> Oh?
<Junior> Yeah.
* Ire nods thoughtfully, walking on. Up ahead, some blocks away, the adminstrative building is seen.
<Junior> There's the building.
<Ire> Yes. Hopefully this won't go bad like the last two times.
<Junior> Well, we don't have the others there to run in guns blazing, either.
<Ire> Exactly.
<Ire> GM: *behind them a man steps out of an alley and begins to follow them, smoking a cigar*
<Junior> *whisper* I hate smoke.
<Ire> ... *tilts his head faintly to glance behind him*
<Ire> Man: *blows out a puff of smoke, starting to close the distance between them*
<Junior> Turn the next corner.
* Ire steps around the corner. If looking at him, one would not imagine he was aware of what was going on. The man following them turns the corner, too.
* Junior turns around as soon as he turns the corner.
<Ire> Man: *stops, to keep from bumping into Junior*
* Ire crosses his arms.
<Ire> What do you want?
<Ire> Man: *takes a drag of his cigar* Relax. I'm a friend.
<Ire> ...a friend?
<Ire> Man: You are the guys who came in on the Altros, right? You're enemies of Mega City, which means you're friends here.
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<Ire> ...
<Ire> Man: I got some information, but it's got a time limit on it. Meaning, you have to check it out. Now.
* Ire glances at Junior, then at the man. The man seems rather calm, checking out his cig.
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<Ire> What is this....information, exactly?
<Ire> Man: From what I hear, there's something big going on in the ocean...you know, the ocean covering what use to be Europe. *he fumbles into his pocket, pulling out a paper. He hands it to Ire, glancing around to see if anyone is paying attention yet* That's the location. You might want to look into it, you know?
<Ire> ...hmph. I'll think about it.
<Ire> Man: Don't think too long. They might be done later today. I don't know who they are, though, so don't bother asking. And I don't know the operation, either. Anyway, I'm going before someone notices. *he walks off, blowing out a puff of smoke as he goes*
<Ire> ...
* Ire clicks his comm. again
<Ire> Jake, you and Jerry come meet us. I think we're postponing the adminstrative building right now.
* Ire clicks his comm. off, putting it into his coat pocket.
<Ire> GM: *moments later, an unidentified shuttle flies in, lowering it's ramp. People give this scene odd looks, as if this isn't normal.*
* Ire ignores them and grabs the bottom of the ramp and pulls himself up onto the ramp, nodding at the pilot, Jake, and the co-pilot, Jerry.
<Vile> *Jerry smiles, waving. He's dressed in tan shorts and hawaiian shirt that displays far too many colors. "Howdy, sir."
* Ire moves in and sits down behind Jake, diagonal to Jerry.
<Ire> I just got a shady lead. Something about someone doing something in the ocean. *hands Jerry the coordinates* Can you tell me where exactly that is?
<Vile> *Jerry glances at the coordinates, then swiviles in chair to see can see the computer. He begins typing, "It'll be just a minutes, Sir."
<Vile> nrp: er, minute
* Ire nods, glancing at the all the viewers.
<Ire> Jake, get us out of the city limits. I don't want to speak with the British Army.
<Ire> Jake: Right, right. Leave it to me. *pulls the shuttle up and flies away from the city*
<Vile> *Jerry swiviles to back around to face Ire, "The coordinates are situated over what was once Austria, sir."
<Ire> Austria? What would be so special about Austria of all places?
<Vile> *Jerry shrugs, "Especially since it's covered in water."
<Vile> *He turns back to the computer, "You sure this mystery source isnt jerking you around, Ire?"
<Ire> ... *leans back in his seat, thinking* I don't think someone would give us a wild goose chase into the middle of the ocean for no reason...
<Ire> Jake: I don't mind a fly out there. We could take the shuttle and leave the Altros behind.
<Ire> Be faster if we took the Altros.
* Junior crosses his arms, in thought.
<Ire> Jake: Fine. I'll take us to the Altros now. *mutters* I hope I don't run into it with it being cloaked.
<Junior> We probably should have gone to the executive building anyway.
<Ire> I'll get that covered. I'll radio our units in London to quit ... window shopping, and go to the building.
* Ire brings out comm.
<Vile> *Jerry is currently checking his e-mail. "FIGNUTS", he exclaims as what he thought was a letter from his mother turned out to be Woman on Horse sex.*
<Ire> Ayn, Dahok, and Steven. I want you to proceed to the Adminstrative Building and try to get a meeting with the leader. Find out what you can about Slasher. *clicks off*
* Ire stares at the e-mail and shakes his head as the shuttle lands in the hanger of the mighty Altros.
* Ire hops off the shuttle onto the hanger. He walks along, glancing over things.
<Ire> I'm going to head to the bridge and get Altros moving to that location. We'll remained cloaked, to make things easier.
<Vile> *Jerry follows, stumbling slightly down the ramp.*
* Ire pulls himself up the stairs and is out of sight. Moments later, the Altros rumbles as it begins to move.
* Junior follows.
<Ire> Jake: *walks down the ramp, shaking his head at Jerry* You're sad, man.
* Ire stands on the bridge, having put the auto-controls on to move them towards Austria at the best possible speed.
<Vile> *Jerry, already out of breath, glares at Jake, "Hey...I'm an analyst, buddy. I'm not used to all this exercise."
<Ire> Jake: Don't worry, I'll get you in shape.
<Vile> *Jerry glances at Jake as he continues to the bridge, "...You better not be coming onto me."
<Ire> Jake: Ewww. So ewww. I slept with Ayn. I'm so not gay.
<Ire> Jake: *follows along*
<Junior> Normally I wouldn't agree to listening to random people like this, but it's not as though the altros and it's crew are well known.
<Vile> *Jerry's eyes widen, "You...with...Ayn?...THE FUCK?...Dammit, I'm a virgin for life, I know it. The only bush I see is the one outside my office window...and even THATS gone."
<Ire> Jake: We could go back and kidnap your bush. We can say we're liberating it from Mega City.
* Ire glances at Junior, trying to ignore the voices of Jake and Jerry as they get closer.
<Vile> *Jerry sighs, rubbing his temples, "Just be quie-ERK!" *He stumbles and falls, landing hard.* "FIGNUTS!"
<Ire> I find it interesting. I don't know why.
<Ire> Jake: *steps over Jerry* What can I say, I'm hot.
<Vile> *Jerry grumbles, "I'm going to just lay here." *And so he does, in the middle of the hall, flat on his face.*
<Junior> Hrm.
* Ire glances at Jake when he walks in alone.
<Ire> ...Is Jerry loitering on the floor again?
<Ire> Jake: Yes.
<Ire> We don't have many people on a hand it seems. I'm not sure where Stark is lurking right now, nor Setsuna. So, I guess our investigation team will include me, Junior, and Jake.
<Ire> Jake: Woo hoo. I get to investigate.
<Vile> *Grumbling from the hallway, "I got something you can investigate, you friggin fraggin..." *trails off*
<Ire> ... Anyway, we'll be arriving soon. Is everyone geared up?
<Junior> I'm always ready.
<Ire> Jake: I'll grab my stuff.
* Ire tilts his head to project his voice into the hallway.
<Ire> Jerry, you're in charge of the Altros if we have to get off. I doubt it, though.
*** X1 is now known as Pope`
<Vile> *Mumbling, "Right..."
<Ire> GM: *the sensor ray makes a faint beep*
<Ire> With most of our crew back in London, we won't get any back up. So lets hope this is just a wild goose chase.
<Pope`> Never is, y'know. *stands behind Ire, smoking*
<Ire> GM: *the sensor station beeps again*
* Ire tilts his head.
<Ire> I figured you'd be back in London, enjoying your hometown.
<Ire> Jake: *runs down the hall - and on Jerry - to get to his room*
<Junior> I get the feeling nothing is ever a complete goose chase.
<Pope`> Not these days, mate.
<Ire> GM: *Beep*
<Vile> *a scream is heard as he does, followed by, "MY FIGNUTS!"
<Ire> Those two are always cutting up.
<Pope`> Fignuts indeed..
<Ire> GM: *BEEP*
<Ire> Jake: *comes running back - and over Jerry - to reach the bridge* I'm ready.
<Vile> *Jerry wanders in, rubbing his crotch and sits at his station. He swiviles around to face the sensor station and punches up just what the hell it's beeping about.*
<Vile> *Jerry squints, "We're coming on the coordinates, sir...it's big, really big. Looks to be some sort of oil rig or something...only...it's BIG."
<Ire> ...a big oil rig? In the middle of the ocean...
<Junior> Nothing odd about that.
<Vile> *Jerry taps some switches and a computer generated image appears on Ire's screen - The rig is round, with a large hole in the middle easily large enough to fit a battleship. It also extends deep under the water.*
<Junior> Though this form of energy is probably anks.
<Junior> * Blake` leans his rifle
<Junior> NRP: Gah.
* Ire leans forward as he looks at the screen as it appears.
<Junior> Though this form of energy is both outdated and rare. Any oil refined from this place would be astronomically expensive--because it's both non-simulated and rare.
<Vile> *Jerry, still looking at his screen, "..I dont see any drilling equipment. Perhaps some sort of underwater complex? Sea life observation kinda stuff, maybe?"
<Ire> In a sea that was boiling lava a decade ago? I don't know what kind of sea life is left.
<Ire> I should look into the records and see how Slasher fixed the oceans.
<Vile> *Jerry blinks, then turns red, "...Oh...yeah. Well WHAT then?"
<Ire> Good question. I think it merits an investigation. Jake, get the shuttle ready. *Jake nods and runs off*
* Ire points at a spot on the oil rig
<Ire> We'll land there. Take a look.
* Pope` takes the cigarette out of his mouth, flicking away ashes. "Weapons platform?"
<Vile> *Indeed, the entire rig is large enough to fit 50 of such shuttles. It truely is large.*
<Junior> Hrm..
<Vile> *Jerry glances at Pope, "...Sensors arnt detecting any weapons...on surface, that is."
<Ire> Jerry, keep the Altros cloaked. As long as they don't know we have a battleship nearby, then we have an ace up our sleeves.
<Vile> *Jerry nods.*
* Ire takes another look at the rig, then moves off the bridge - obviously for the hanger.
* Junior picks up his gun and follows Ire out.
* Pope` follows after Ire
* Ire moves into the hanger. Jake waves to him from the shuttle, having it already on. Ire glances over his shoulder at Pope and Junior
<Ire> Be ready you two. I don't know what we're getting into.
<Pope`> Bloody wonderful.
<Junior> If we knew what we were getting into, we wouldn't have to be ready.
* Ire slides open the side door to the shuttle and moves himself in. He takes the co-pilot seat, putting on a headset to speak with Jerry.
<Ire> Jake: This should be fun. *taps a button, opening the hanger doors. Wind blows in, carrying the smell of the sea.*
* Junior sits on the shuttle.
<Ire> Jake: *hits a button and the shuttle is pushed out, backwards, falling toward the ocean* FEEL THE RUSH!
* Ire frowns.
<Ire> Jake: *grabs the controls and does a roll, flying straight - with just 5 feet to spare before they hit ocean. The shuttle zooms along the murky ocean water, causing waves*
* Junior looks at Jake, "Feel the Rush?"
<Ire> Jake: You didn't feel a rushing feeling?
<Ire> GM: *the shuttle zooms along the ocean, zig zagging until it comes up on the ocean rig. There, they fly straight up along the side until they are over it*
<Junior> Maybe a little.
<Ire> Jake: That's the spirit.
<Ire> Jake: *brings the shuttle down and lands on the top of the ocean rig. He powers down the shuttle*
* Ire grunts, opening the shuttle door. He hops off, landing on top of the rig. The sea air blows, whipping his trench coat around.
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* Jake runs a hand through his hair, checks his pistol setting, then gets off next.
* Pope` steps off the shuttle; his shotgun slung over his sholder.
* Junior hops off the shuttle, his gun drawn. His hair waves a bit in the wind.
<Vile> *The vast expanse of the rig is before them, with the large donut hole in the middle. The rig appears old, rusted and worn. It's been here for some time.*
* Ire looks around for an entrance of some sort as he walks along the top of it, keeping his hand close to his pockets.
* Jake walks over to the donut hole and peers over the edge.
<Jake> NRP: Jake: AAH, JAWS! *is eaten*
<Vile> *No doors, no hatchways. Jake would see the ocean below, about 40 feet down or so.*
<Ire> ... *Grunts, looking around* Any means of getting inside?
<Vile> *Then, suddenly, there is the sound of grinding metal behind them.*
<Jake> Perhaps we---*looks around* wait?
* Ire turns, immediately on high alert as he looks for the source of the sound.
<Vile> *Behind them, about 40 or so feet away is a square hole in the ground, large enough to fit a car on. Two large rods rise out on either side, displaying an elevator car over the hole. The sound is the metallic wire rubbing against the chassis in the wind.*
<Ire> ... *walks towards the elevator car, his eyes narrowed.*
* Pope` spits out the rest of his cigarete, looking antsy
<Jake> Neato. It must have been activated when we landed.
* Jake runs over.
<Pope`> I don't like this, Ire. Someone was expecting us.
<Ire> It would appear so.
* Ire stops at the elevator car, looking over it.
<Junior> On a rig this old? I don't see it happening automatically.
<Pope`> It's got 'setup' written all over it.
<Jake> I think we should keep going. I mean, are we going turn away now?
<Ire> NRP: *they all decide to leave. The plot ends*
<Pope`> NRP: *GM* Sure enough, the elevator has 'setup' written all over it!
<Pope`> Yes.
<Pope`> We bomb the bloody thing and go 'ome.
* Ire clicks his comm, getting Jerry.
<Vile> *The lift waves again, screeching slightly. Judging by the condition of the lift, it too hasnt been used in ages.*
<Vile> *Jerry responds quickly, "Sir?"
<Ire> Jer, if we're not back within the hour, I want you to open fire with the Altros and sink this rig. Understood?
<Vile> *Silence for a moment, "...ah..yes sir."
* Ire clicks off.
* Pope` mumbles out of the side of his mouth. "Might as well do it now..."
<Ire> You can head back if you want, Pope. I want to see what's inside.
<Junior> A time limit, that makes things interesting.
* Ire steps otno the elevator car.
* Jake hops on after Ire.
<Jake> I'm definitely going.
<Pope`> Bloomin' loco.
* Junior steps onto the lift.
* Pope` loads his gun and follows, muttering to himself bitterly.
* Jake clicks on his comm.
<Jake> Just remember, Jer, I had sex with Ayn and youuuu didn't. *clicks off*
* Pope` looks at Jake blankly.
* Junior looks at Jake.
* Ire smacks his forehead.
<Vile> *The thing wavers under all their weight and seems to almost sink slowly. The wires screech, almost as if in protest. hanging from one of the rods is a simple control box with an 'Up' or 'Down' button.*
* Pope` socks Jake across his jaw.
* Jake looks at the three of them
<Junior> Were you totally sober at the time?
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<Jake> What?---*falls over*
<Vile> *Jerry's exclamation of 'fignuts' is heard even from the cloaked ship above.*
* Ire hits the down button.
* Pope` folds his arms silently.
<Vile> *With more screeching metal, the lift starts down slowly.*
* Jake rubs his red jaw
<Jake> What was that for?
* Pope` stays silent.
<Jake> What>?
<Vile> *The sunny sky is soon replaced with darkness, as the lift goes down and down..*
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<Vile> *Jake's voice echos in the lift tunnel*
* Ire groans.
<Junior> Jake, con't compromise our position.
* Jake stands up, holding his jaw.
<Vile> *The darkness around them seems to make time pass by slowly...finally, with a suddenly screeching of metal that echos deep in the rig, the lift comes to a halt at a deck. A stretch of corridor is before them, dark, dank and poorly lit by emergency lights. It's small and cramped, maybe able to support 2 people beside one another - if that.*
<Jake> Tell psycho man there not to punch people.
* Ire steps off first, mainly to get away from Jake and Pope.
<Pope`> I'll do a lot worse'n that if you don't shut your bloody hole.
* Junior steps off after Ire.
* Ire begins to walk down the corridor, keeping his gaze straight ahead.
* Pope` marches behind Ire and Junipr
<Vile> *The sound of water dripping echos down the cramped, submarine-like corridor.*
* Jake follows Pope.
* Ire moves along, his boots echoing agains the floor as he walks. He tilts his head, listening for anything as they all move down the corridor.
* Jake makes faces at Pope from behind.
<Vile> *The air is stale and old - uet, there is a faint odor in the air. Foul smelling. Rotting meat. They come to a T-Junction, left or right. *
<Vile> nrp: yet
* Ire pauses, glancing from left to right.
<Ire> Junior, can you tell which direction that smell is coming?
<Junior> It's so stagnant in the air, it's almost coming from both.
* Ire begins to move down the left corridor, keeping his hands in his pockets as he moves.
<Jake> I think we should go right.
* Junior keeps his gun drawn, heading left.
<Junior> Unless youc an justify it, we're going left.
<Jake> ...no one listens to me.
<Jake> The right side looks less creepy.
<Ire> ... *keeps going left*
<Vile> *They continue down, eventually coming to a dead end full of fuse boxes, wiring and cables.*
* Ire looks over the cables, wiring, and fuse boxes.
<Vile> *Large slash marks appear on all, severing and destroying everything completely. Dried blood cakes the ground.*
<Ire> NRP: If this is a RE game, we should grab the items.
<Ire> ...What the hell is this place.
* Ire turns and begins to go in the opposite direction - down the right corridor now.
<Vile> nrp: Jake hurls the fuse box at Tyrant.*
<Jake> I told you it was right.
* Jake follows.
<Vile> *Up ahead, further down the right tunnel they'd hear a hissing sound echoing. And then movement in the darkness that quickly vanishes down a branching hatch-way.*
<Junior> ... Jake, if you plan on whining go back.
* Junior presses a button on his gun, activating the laser sight.
* Ire grabs his handguns.
<Jake> What the fuc was that?
* Jake grabs his rifle.
* Junior waves it over the darkness, if nothing else it should give a sense of depth to the darkness.
* Pope` flips open his lighter, lighting another cigarette. "Told ya we should've just bombed the place."
<Vile> *Roughly 20 meters or so before another deadend - this one with an open hatchway.*
<Junior> Whatever it was down there it's fast.
<Vile> *The comm crackles to life, Jerry's voice coming thru, "Um..guys? Besides the 4 of you, I'm reading 3 other life signs...closing on you."
<Ire> ...
* Jake tenses.
* Ire raises his handguns, waiting for whatever it is.
* Jake shakily raises his rifle, swallowing.
* Junior spins his gun in his hand.
<Pope`> Well, they've only got two points of entry.
<Junior> We also outnumber them.
<Pope`> Numbers ain't everythin'.
* Ire takes a few steps forward, closing distance to the hatchway.
<Vile> *The smell of rotting flesh is growing stronger - mixed with another odor that most likly only Junior would take notice of - Chiere.*
<Ire> ... *Takes some more steps, then kneels down, waiting for the creatures*
<Vile> *The hissing comes again and the figure steps...well, CRAWLS from the hatchway. A woman, with black hair bleached blonde in some parts. Her right leg ends at the knee, where a tiny foot extends. Her left arm is HUGE, with bulging muscles, in dispurportion to her body, ending in 3 huge talons. She walks on her one good leg and arm, the other one raised over her head the tail of a scorpion.*
<Junior> ... Jake, start heading for the elevator.
<Jake> What? They're HERE
<Junior> Okay, stay here and draw their attention.
* Ire opens fire with his handguns.
* Jake fires with his rifle.
* Junior also opens fire.
<Ire> What the hell is going on here?
<Vile> *She looks to the group, and her mouth opens, hissing. Her forhead also peels back vertically to reveal a second mouth. The shells rip into her one huge arm, tearing chunks out of it. Despite the fire, she leaps at Ire, her clawed hang going for her head.*
<Vile> nrp: hand)
* Ire falls back on purpose, putting distance between him and her, if only to buy a few seconds. He fires off several more shots.
* Junior runs in from the side, slashing down at the creature with his sabre.
<Jake> Shit. *Tries firing at her second mouth*
<Vile> *She lands and smashes the corridor's steel wall, denting it heavily. At this range, she would appear nude and was once a black woman - only with bleach white spots appearing all over her body. Blood sprays from her wounds as they continue to fire on her. Junior's saber hits home, decapitating her and sending her head rolling. Her mutilated body tumbles to the deck.*
* Ire takes a few breaths, looking at it the thing.
* Junior spins his sabre, creating a strobe-light effect in the darkess.
<Jake> There's two more, right?
<Junior> The scent is odd... almost like... *sniffs and checks the blood of the creature*
<Vile> *Her body twitches, slightly. The rotten smell, as well as that of the chiere stink, is coming from her.*
* Pope` sits there, contemplating
* Ire glances at Pope
<Ire> Are you here?
<Vile> *The blood is red with a slightly metallic hue to it.*
<Junior> ...
<Pope`> You realize we had no idea if they were hostile or not, right?
* Junior stands.
<Jake> Do you want to stand there and find OUT?
<Pope`> Wasn't talkin' to you, so shut it.
<Ire> I don't know. Something's not right about them.
<Jake> This place is some breeding ground for those thigns.
<Vile> *There is the sound of screeching metal - only from behind them. Then repeated bangings - like someone pounding on the corridor walls.*
<Ire> ...I think we should proceed forward.
* Ire steps over the corpse and for the hatchway it came through.
* Jake looks over his shoulder.
<Jake> I think we should run.
* Junior shudders for a moment, following Ire.
<Vile> *A large room is there, hanger sized. It's lined with various containment cylanders, all cracked. Bodies litter the place, more mutated bodies, and what were just yer ordinary human bodies. A single door lies off to the side, with a muted glow coming from it. The pounding from behind grows in it's ferocity.*
<Ire> Everyone, come on.
* Jake relunctantly passes the hatchway.
* Ire grabs the hatchway and begins to strain, trying to close it before their new guest makes it.
* Junior grabs it and helps pull it.
* Pope` walks over to one of the cylinders, running his hand over the cracks
<Vile> *The hatchway closes slowly, just as the pounding stops and the sound of breaking metal is heard.*
<Pope`> This look familar to anyone else?
* Jake walks into the room, looking at the the cylinders.
<Jake> This is...horrible.
* Junior looks at them.
* Ire pulls away, taking a few breaths, then walks over to the cylindars.
<Vile> *By now, the smell of rotting flesh would be quite horrible*
<Junior> This place reeks of.... attrocities.
<Vile> *Most of them are shattered, some are cracked and leaking a clear liquid - more mutants floating in them, dead.*
* Pope` taps the cylinder he's standing in front of
<Ire> Experiments.
* Ire glances at the cylinder.
<Pope`> These are like the ones Senreich had us canned in.
* Ire stiffens.
<Jake> Sen-who? The crazy nazi?
<Vile> *The mutant inside, a japanese male merely floats there. His form is bloated and huge, his skin torn apart by his rippling muscles. One eye is enlarge, about twice the size of a human eye. His normally black hair is half bleached blonde.*
<Junior> And based on what we've seen, I'd say some got loose and took "revenge"...
<Ire> Well, he seems to have left these behind. Failed experiments, perhaps?
* Pope` holds his forehead
<Junior> I've read earth history: Nazi you say?
<Jake> The nazis...uh, a group in World War II. Came from Germany.
<Pope`> He's experimenting on the blokes he's tryin' to exterminate.
<Junior> Weren't they the radical group back... several centuries... who thought they were the master race?
<Jake> Yes.
<Junior> Hrm.
<Ire> Indeed.
<Vile> *There is a slightly squeal, from the direction of the only other door in the room - the one with a muted glow inside.*
* Ire walks over to the door with the glow, glancing at it.
<Vile> nrp: er, slight
<Jake> These poor...people.
* Jake shakes his head.
<Vile> *The hatch is open only a crack.*
<Junior> How long has this place been in existence?
<Jake> I don't know. No more than a decade, I'd say.
<Ire> I'd say a lot sooner than that.
* Ire grabs the hatch, starting to pull it open.
<Vile> *It comes open freely and a rat scurries out.*
<Jake> aIEEE
* Jake jumps back.
<Ire> ...
* Ire stares at the rat, then looks through the hatch.
<Junior> ...
<Vile> *Inside is a single terminal still with power casting a light glow. A man in a labcoat is laying face first in the keyboard, the back of his head blown out...mostly because of the pistol stuck in his mouth. 6 rats stand on his back, chewing away. They scurry at the sight of Ire.*
* Ire twitches at the sight, revolted. He gets a grim look, then steps in, looking down at the man, then at the terminal.
* Junior looks at the sight, not flinching.
<Vile> *The terminal blinks: "Files corrupted. Logs 87-89 remaining."
* Ire clicks his comm.
<Junior> This is a haunting scene...
<Ire> Jerry, if I was to get a device on this computer, could you get the readings up there on Altros?
<Vile> *The man himself looks to have been one of middle eastern decent, and in about his 60's before he blew his brains out.*
<Vile> *Jerry's voice crackles thru, "Probably."
* Ire fishes in his pocket, the hooks up a transmitter to the CPU. He taps a few things, then flips it on.
<Ire> Are you reading it?
<Vile> *Jerry is silent, then, "...Partial, yes. It's old software, sir...not coming thru all that well. Let me try something...hold still a moment.."
* Ire leans back, glancing at Pope and Junior.
<Ire> Keep an eye out. I don't want to get jumped by those creatures.
* Jake looks around, nervous.
* Junior looks around the area for anything of interest.
<Vile> *Nothing of interest really pops up...then the computer comes online.*
<Ire> Good job, Jerry.
* Ire looks at the computer.
* Jake looks at Junior
<Jake> S-So, what do you think those creatures are? Besides being...human...once.
*** Kimera is now known as Silouette
<Pope`> Experiments, obviously. Probably tryin' to make an army.
<Jake> But of WHAT? That's like some freak show in there.
* Junior looks at Pope.
<Junior> Obviously.
<Vile> *Log 87 by Doctor Adul El-Haddid. Gene Manipulation has failed, all test subjects have failed to respond correctly. The next step is clear. *Log 88* "Direction injection of Chiere DNA is also a failure. Human test subjects fail to assimilate the traits.
<Ire> ...Chiere...DNA...
<Ire> Mixed with human test subjects.
* Pope` waves to the other room. "Look at 'em, mutants."
<Silouette> Comm> ...so how's the fieldtrip going?
* Ire clicks his comm so Sil can read him as well as Jerry.
<Ire> We're getting some horrifying results down here, Sil. Most likely the 5th Column is playing God.
<Junior> These scientists weren't very wise... They should have notices that Chiere are fundamentally different... our chemistry is based off of lead as a means of oxidization for the blood. Not iron as with humans.
<Jake> Chiere? Isn't that the race Junior is?
<Vile> Log 89: "I can hear my family held hostage below me. How convienent. I hear my children crying, my wife screaming as the gaurds ravish her over again. I've lost track of how many weeks I've been down here. All else has failed, but new technology has arrived. Cloning. I pray it works...Allah forgive me, but I do."
<Pope`> And Ayn.
<Ire> ...
<Silouette> Comm> ...sounds like a popular hobby with the twisted.
<Pope`> It's where Senreich's gettin' his fix.
<Ire> So, before Senreich made Olga, he tried to make human/chiere hybrids.
* Junior eyes the experiments with the unbalanced growth areas. "Well, then again, that explains the growth problems... they probably couldn't get the oxygen levels balanced.
* Ire shakes his head.
<Ire> Sil - Jerry, how is everything up there?
<Vile> *the computer blinks once again, "All Files corrupted."
* Ire leans back.
<Ire> Well, guys, we know what was taking place here. I think we should destroy the place.
<Silouette> Comm> ...not full of sick science experiments up here.
<Jake> I agree.
<Vile> *Jerry's voice filters thru, "Did you get all that, Ire?"
<Junior> None of the files explain where they got the DNA samples from, I assume?
<Ire> I got it, Jer. THanks.
<Ire> That's easy. Ayn.
<Junior> Hrm.
<Ire> It explains why Olga looks so much like her.
* Junior flicks on his beam sabre. "I smell something."
* Ire pauses, his hands gripping his handguns. He looks around, not bothering to turn off his comm, so that Jer and Sil can hear everything now.
* Jake spins around
<Jake> Where?
<Junior> I don't know, but it's getting stronger.
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<Ire> I'd invite you down here, Sil, but this place is crawling with enemies. So, hang on tight up there.
<Silouette> Comm> What's going on down there...?
<Junior> NRP: Wait... it's fading.. fading.. gone.
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<Ire> Chiere/Human Hybrids were bred and grown here. The experiment failed. And they're pissed.
<Vile> *The hatchway to the containment room suddenly explodes inwards and an inhuman roar is heard.*
<Jake> Is it me or is this an ODD place to have a cloning facility? In an oil rig...over Europe!?
* Jake takes deep breaths.
<Junior> It's out of the way.
<Pope`> An' where the bloody 'ell would YOU 'ave one?
<Jake> On LAND.
<Ire> Focus people.
<Junior> Bludyel Aevon? *looks at Pope*
<Pope`> ...I don't even know where that is, mate.
* Ire waits on the creature, his aim poised.
<Vile> *The sound of heavy breathing is heard - no doubt, the creature is in the next room, walking thru the bodies.*
<Pope`> Freakin' weirdo aliens...
* Ire steps into the room suddenly.
<Ire> We're leaving, people.
* Junior looks at Pope blankly for a second, "I was more referring to what you sa---oh... er, right."
<Pope`> Best plan I've 'eard all day.
<Jake> ....!
* Jake follows.
<Junior> Right.
* Junior follows Ire.
<Vile> *The creature standing there is huge, his body one mass of rippling muscles that strain and crack his skin. His face is smooth and covered with about 15 blinking eyes, like the woman, his forehead peels back as he snarls.*
* Pope` picks up his gun and walks after
* Ire charges his handguns, spins them, and fires an ice shot at the head.
<Pope`> ..There's a big'un.
* Jake moves off to the right, firing at it with his rifle.
<Jake> I'll try to draw it's attention, you guys nail it then.
<Vile> *The creature lashes out with an arm, blocking the ice shot with his hand and howling in pain. Jake's shots ripple across it's massive chest, but nonetheless, it charges them.*
* Junior spinslashes the creature.
* Jake keeps firing from the side.
<Jake> Hey, HEY, TORRO!
* Junior jumps back, the light of his sabre blurring in the darkness.
* Ire dives to the right, firing at it's second mouth.
* Pope` raises his gun scope and fires
<Vile> *Junior's slash cuts deep into the creature's belly. It sends a hard backhand Junior's way and misses, but then the gash in it's chest opens completely spilling it's organs to the floor. It falls to it's knees as it's head is torn apart by shells.*
* Junior spins his sabre. "There's one left."
* Jake holds his rifle in one hand and fires at the creature's head.
<Ire> Right.
<Vile> *The creature's head explodes and it collapses outright, landing amidst it's brothers and sisters.*
* Ire moves towards the broken hatch, which will lead them to the hallway.
* Junior looks at Jake.
<Vile> *The hallway appears clear.*
* Jake pulls back the rifle.
<Junior> You're sadistic.
* Ire runs down the hallway, heading for the junction.
<Jake> I want to make sure it's dead!
<Junior> ...
* Jake stumbles after Ire.
* Pope` follows hastely
* Junior covers the six.
<Vile> *They come to the junction and would see a massive hole torn where the creature they just killed crawled in thru an access way.*
<Pope`> NRP: Save the six! Fuck the rest of the numbers!
<Jake> BTW, Pope...*pants* sorry about my dumb remark about Ayn earlier.
<Junior> NRP: I have to save it from 7. Because 789.
* Ire turns and goes left, heading for the elevator.
<Pope`> Damn right you oughta be.
<Ire> NRP: I remember that was a puzzle in TAW1...and it took an hour for you guys to solve.
<Jake> Forgive me?
<Vile> *There elevator comes into view, still where they left it.*
* Jake slips as he tries to keep up.
<Junior> NRP: I don't remember that.
<Pope`> Heh, no.
* Jake smirks
<Pope`> NRP: I remember the damn asteroid paths we kept dying over.
<Jake> Prick. *says it playfully*
* Ire slides into the elevator.
<Junior> Shh.
* Junior follows Ire on.
* Jake gets on.
<Pope`> Sod off, you ponce. *doesn't say it playfully, in fact, it's rather venomous*
<Jake> What is ... a ponce?
* Ire sighs, hitting the up button.
<Junior> Both of you shut up.
* Junior looks around, watching for the third creature.
<Vile> *A second hiss and suddenly Jake is grabbed from behind - by the head, no less. A four fingered claw closing around his face. Where the creature came from is unknown. It's half hidden 9in the darkness as it suddenly tries to pull Jake from the lift as it starts heading up*
<Junior> Jake!
* Junior jumps at it with his sabre, attempting to slash him free.
* Jake is jerked off, waving his arms wildly. He doesn't even scream.
<Ire> Dammit!
* Pope` lifts his shotgun up
* Ire ducks down, trying to grab Jake, but the lift is too far up to do it.
<Vile> *A tentacle comes whipping back, coming down hard at Junior from the shadows as Jake is lifted high into the air. The claw seems to tense and suddenly Jake's head comes apart like an egg.*
* Jake is killed.
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<Ire> ...
* Ire bows his head.
<Junior> Jake!
* Junior pushes himself up off the ground.
<Ire> ...
* Junior holds his saber to the side, bearing his teeth.
<Pope`> NRP: "Wait, maybe he's not dead!" *squish* "...Ah, shit, he's dead..."
* Ire stands up slowly, saying nothing.
* Pope` remains silent
<Vile> *The lift continues up, the hissing vanishing into the darkness.*
* Ire punches the side of the shaft, angerily.
* Junior spins his sabre, his arms trembling.
<Vile> *Sunlight begins to stream thru as the lift nears the top.*
* Ire shakes his hand once and says nothing more, looking up.
* Junior 's eyes dart from side to side. "We have to get to the surface."
<Vile> *Then, with grinding metal the lift reaches the top and the sea air hits them all.*
<Junior> NRP: Woo!
* Ire steps off the elevator, closing his eyes for a moment, then opens them, looking out. He looks around for the shuttle.
* Junior jumps off of the lift as soon as he can.
* Pope` follows suit
<Vile> *The shuttle lies just where they left it.*
<Ire> ...Lets...go.
* Ire begins to make tracks for the shuttle.
* Pope` sprints
* Junior heads for the shuttle, watching everyone's backs.
<Vile> *They'd reach the shuttle with no problem, the ramp as inviting as ever.*
* Pope` climbs aboard
* Ire pauses at the ramp, waving people on as he looks out.
* Junior gets onto the shuttle.
* Silouette powers up the shuttle where she was waiting for the others.
* Ire steps on, looking at Sil. He shakes his head, probably at the predictablity of this.
<Ire> Can you fly?
* Ire hits the close ramp button.
<Silouette> ...not well.
<Vile> *The shuttle powers up...then it begins to read a power drain. Then, suddenly, it's systems begin to scramble.*
* Ire glances around as the ramp slows as the power drains.
<Ire> What...
<Junior> We have a leech.
* Ire hops off the shuttle and onto the rig again.
<Vile> *Outside the ramp, from the direction of the large donut hole - the sound of churning water is heard.*
* Junior jumps down with Ire.
* Ire runs quickly towards the donut hole in the middle of the rig.
* Junior holds his sabre in hand, keeping close.
<Vile> *The water is churning incredibly. Then, suddenly, 4 shuttles rise out of the water.*
* Ire steps back as water flies up. He looks at the shuttles.
* Silouette glances outside at the shuttle, but remains trying to get their shuttle operating.
<Junior> This is nuts...
* Ire grinds his teeth.
<Vile> *3 more shuttles emerge, the 7 of them spreading out around the platform and landing. Sil would have no luck with theirs - some type of jamming system.*
<Ire> Dammit
* Ire seems to be trembling with rage.
<Vile> *Then, lasts, bursting from the donut hole some 3 attack submarines, just breaking the waves.*
* Junior closes his eyes for a second, taking a breath and calming down.
<Junior> Ire, calm down. Stay focused.
<Ire> The 5th Column is still here...
* Ire clicks his comm.
<Ire> Jerry, do you read me?
<Vile> *The shuttles have all landed and their ramps come down. Immediatly Fifth Column soliders, in their black uniforms and skull helmets begin down. They make no move to fire at our heroes - after all, if they wanted them dead they could have blown them away from the sky.*
<Vile> *Nothing but static reaches Ire.*
<Ire> ...
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<Ire> This...is not happening!~
<Junior> We're almost out of time, too, Jerry's hour will pass shortly.
<Ellie> NRP: how far are we in?
<Ire> NRP: 3 hours and 30 minutes. Still quite a bit more to go.
<Junior> I just hope he looks out the window and sees us...
<Ellie> NRP: can I join in?
<Junior> NRP: And I wanted to DDR tonight.
<Ire> NRP: Not right now. But maybe in a bit.
<Vile> *From the 7 shuttles comes about 50 or so soldiers, fanning out around the rig, and our heroes. Guns held at the ready, but not at our heroes.*
<Ellie> NRP: just tell me when
*** Ellie is now known as Olga
*** Vile is now known as Von_Senreich
* Silouette steps off the shuttle, giving up on getting it working.
* Von_Senreich strolls down from one shuttle, his coat whipping about his skinny corpse-like frame. As he walks, his skull-topped cane taps on the deck. The sun reflects in his tinted goggles.
<Ire> ...Senreich.
<Junior> Ire.
* Junior looks at him.
* Von_Senreich tilts his head and heads for our heroes - an honor gaurds of about 15 soldiers surrounding him.
* Olga follows after her father, dressed in a skin tight uniform. She looks at Ire with a smile.
* Ire doesn't even bother going for his weapons.
* Ire looks at Junior.
<Ire> Altros is our only hope of getting out of this alive.
* Ire turns to face Senreich.
<Junior> If Jerry opens his eyes he'd see this.
* Von_Senreich smiles, revealing rotten blackened teeth, "Herr Carmichael."
<Ire> Herr Senreich.
<Silouette> ...I should have packed my flaregun.
<Junior> Untill then, our only option is to... well, cut loose.
* Olga crosses her arms and makes her way to her father's side.
* Pope` taps his shotgun on his shoulder.
* Ire stands straight, much like a German soldier.
* Von_Senreich looks to Junior but when he speaks, it's to Olga, "Tell me, my dear...do you smell the chiere?"
<Pope`> We're so fucked.
<Ire> .oO (Jerry...where the fuck are you?)
* Olga shakes her head, "No father, but we knew that bitch of my mother had defects."
<Ire> What are you thinking, Senreich? What is that below?
* Junior eyes Senreich.
* Von_Senreich nods, then looks back to Ire, "You should know what I'm thinking, Warren. Deep in that so-called mind of yours you know of all this. How are you, my old friend?"
* Junior stands defiantly.
<Ire> I am well as to expected. And that below falls short of a master race.
* Von_Senreich smiles, "Indeed. Follow."
* Olga eyes Jr, and licks her lips, hungrily.
* Von_Senreich turns and starts toward the donut's edge. His gaurd falling around him.*
* Junior glances at Olga.
* Olga moves with her father, and eyes Ire, "Warren, what's it like to cut yourself off from your family?"
* Ire walks after Senreich, moving like one of his guards. It's almost creepy.
<Pope`> Some family.
<Ire> It's fine if the family is dysfunctional.
<Silouette> ......
* Olga glances to Pope, "At least he had one. Where's your woman?"
* Junior tightens his gloves, glancing at the numbers he's up against.
*** Dias-Away is now known as Dias
* Von_Senreich reaches the end where, below, two soliders are pulling out a long rectangular 4 and half foot long box up to their level by way of a metal ladder.*
<Pope`> Bright 'nough to not be 'ere, you genetic defect.
* Von_Senreich looks to Olga, "My love...gentlemen...and ladies...Quiet. History is unfolding."
<Ire> -Chapter 2-
* Olga flashes her Chiere fangs to Pope, and then falls silent at her father's behest.
*** Dias is now known as Dahok
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<Junior> NRP: Olga once again proves she's the inbred chiere, her fangs being crooked, and malformed. Another key note is the family of badgers living inside of them.
<Olga> NRP: lol
* Von_Senreich watches the soldiers drag the box onto the deck. It's rusted and covered in sealife. They go about, carefully, trying to unseal it.
<Ire> ...
* Ire glances at Silouette.
* Olga looks to the box.
<Von_Senreich> What is that below, you asked Warren? Destiny. Specifically, Hapsburg, Austria.
<Von_Senreich> My birth place.
* Ire is silent, almost as if his mind is screaming in dread.
<Silouette> .....interesting place to grow up.
* Olga slowly wraps her arm around her father's, and smiles to him.
<Von_Senreich> *The box is open and inside is a long rod covered in red velvet. The box was air-tight, so the contents remained untouched...until now.*
<Pope`> ...That's not...
<Ire> NRP: For those who say the 1945 part, this would make sense.
<Ire> (saw)
<Olga> ....is that the spear?
<Ire> ...The...spear?
* Ire jerks.
* Von_Senreich pulls himself away from Olga and kneels, pulling the velvet covered rod out. It stands about 4 and half feet long. He pulls the velvet away to reveal a short spear, bronze in color with a simple jagged head. Rope is wrapped about it, holding a jagged nail, "The Spear of Longinus."
<Ire> ...The Spear Of Longinus.
<Von_Senreich> ...It's as beautiful as the first day I looked upon it...over 270 years ago..
<Pope`> NRP: The Spear of Congilingus
* Olga looks to Senreich herself, in awe. She speaks in a hushed tone, "But father, how did you find it?"
<Silouette> ......
* Von_Senreich looks to her, "Because after the defeat of Nazi Germany, the allies returned it to the place I originally found it. Hapsburg...Austria."
* Olga nods slowly, "Of course father....."
<Ire> That's a long time to hold onto a dream....
* Von_Senreich looks back to the spear, "I, Dietrich Eckhart...have reclaimed my birthrate...It's no DREAM. I remember the day I first saw it...when I introduced it's power to a would-be homeless painted...our Messiah..."
<Von_Senreich> nrp: er, right
<Von_Senreich> nrp: and painter
<Von_Senreich> And with it he turned a poverty stricken nation into an EMPIRE.
* Ire stares, the spear giving him a sense of dread.
<Junior> ...
<Pope`> And a stupid moustache.
<Ire> Your empire is buried under water, now, Eckhart!
* Olga looks to the spear, with a sense of coming strength as she thinks about what her father could do.
* Von_Senreich looks to Ire, "My Fuhrer's empire yes...but not mine."
<Ire> ...
* Von_Senreich turns to face the group as in the distance, they'd begin to hear muffled explosions.
* Ire turns his head.
* Olga kneels besides Senreich, "Father, you have blessed upon me the gift of being at your side as you reclaim your rightful place!"
<Ire> What...is that..
<Silouette> .....it's... a spear. You talk like it's the divine will of god.
* Von_Senreich looks to Sil, "The spear that peirced the side of Christ..it has been sought by all Kings and Emperors. It gives the user the power to influence the world."
* Olga stands and looks to Sil, "Are you daft?"
<Von_Senreich> Charlemagne controled it...Alexander the Great...Napoleon sought it...and it's mine AGAIN.
<Von_Senreich> That sound, is but the beginning. As I will do what my Fuhrer could not. Britain will fall.
* Ire pulls out one handgun, pointed right at Senreich's head.
<Ire> Not this time.
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* Pope` follows suit
* Von_Senreich tilts his head, looking to Ire. He makes no move.
<Pope`> Bloody right
* Olga slides infront of Senreich
<Pope`> Ain't no one touchin' my home.
* Von_Senreich places a skinny, skeletal hand on Olga, "No my dear...stand aside."
* Pope` cocks the gun. "Small potatoes, luv, won't hesitate to blast through you."
* Olga glances to Senreich, worry on her face for him, and then stands aside, "Yes father...."
* Junior holds out his unignited sabre.
* Ire pulls the trigger, but despite it being fully powered, nothing happens.
<Ire> ...
<Junior> Looks like it's my turn. *hits the button on it*
* Olga smirks at bit, confident her father has a plan
<Ire> GM: *it doesn't activate*
* Von_Senreich smiles, "Don't you see?"
<Junior> ...
<Silouette> ....anti-energy field. It's a nice trick, but...
<Pope`> Oh, I see all right.
* Silouette draws her monofilament blade.
<Von_Senreich> *Below, in the donut, the massive missile silos begin to open.*
<Pope`> Good thing this ain't energy.
* Pope` pulls his trigger
<Ire> GM: *the gun jams*
* Pope` pulls again, repeatedly, dumbfounded.
<Von_Senreich> *The stink of Chiere become almost unbearable, atleast to Junior.*
* Junior puts away his sabre.
<Pope`> ...Ah shite, gotta do this the easy way.
<Ire> Anti-energy fields don't stop shotguns...
* Junior shudders, the stench...
* Pope` marches forward, swinging the butt of his gun
* Olga looks to Jr oddly, "....what do you smell?"
<Junior> A whole lotta you.
* Junior holds his nose and coughs.
<Von_Senreich> *One soldier steps up, raising his own rifle to block Pope's 6 more point their guns at him.*
<Ire> ....
<Ire> So, Senreich, is this part where you head off to Britain and leave us behind?
* Junior shakes it off.
<Olga> No, this is where my brothers kill you.
* Pope` looks at them. "....Look, boyos, we jsut tried our guns, they didn't work. Yours won't either."
<Von_Senreich> No..I want you to see it. See the perfected master race. My Uber-soldats...born of my own genius."
* Junior puts up his dukes. "Well, no guns, no glory."
* Ire holds up his hands....
<Ire> Alright, guys...lets see what he has.
* Olga rolls her eyes as Ire holds up his hands.
<Ire> NRP: Fine, I won't call of my people.
<Ire> NRP: Attack!
<Von_Senreich> *From the donut hole cloned Chieres begin to rise up. In black uniforms with the red winged skull emblame across their chest, they rise into the air. Blue eyed and blonded air, the men are handsome and well toned, the woman stunningly beautiful. One...then two...then a dozen..then 4 dozen..then 5 begin rising from the submarines.*
<Ire> .....
* Ire steps back, shock on his face.
<Dahok> NRP: Holy shit they're worse than Lunarians!
<Ire> An army of Chiere clones...
* Junior 's eyes widen.
<Pope`> This is what happens when we all stand 'round to 'ear the big master plan..
<Von_Senreich> *Soon, over a hundred have surrounded the plateform, a vertiable cloud surrounding the rig.*
* Ire grabs his comm
* Junior twists his head to look at Von_Senreich
<Ire> DAMMIt, JERRY, FIRE. FIRE NOW, DAMN YOU
* Olga stands besides Senriech, holding a definate resemblence to the women Cheire. She smiles at the alt team.
<Junior> So, this is your master race?! *narrows his eyes*
<Von_Senreich> MINE.
<Pope`> NR: Just then...the Catgons attacked!
<Ire> NRP: LOL
<Olga> NRP: But only Olga gets a piece of Daddy.
<Junior> NRP: Entire swarms of them! Like from the abduction session!
<Von_Senreich> A new empire will be born today. A Fourth Reich...one that will not only survive for a thousand years, but will outlast the stars themselves."
<Junior> So tell me, Von Senreich, tell me, what on earth inspired you to clone my people?
<Silouette> ....someone's having dilusions of grandeur...
* Ire steps up until he's 4 feet away.
* Von_Senreich turns his tinted Goggles to Junior, "I do not answer to you, 'alien'.
* Junior glares at him, obviously holding back his rage by compensating with sarcasm.
<Ire> Trust me, Eckhart, if you leave me alive, I will stop you.
* Junior tilts his head forward.
<Junior> NRP: And for some reason no one makes the Super Saiyan joke the one time it'd fit.
* Von_Senreich looks to Ire, then raises the spear. He shouts, "VICTORY! ZIEG!" *Above him, the chiere thrust their arms out in the nazi salute, their voices booming, "HEIL!"
<Pope`> NRP: The sad thing is I just thought of one.
* Ire stands there, refusing to back down, as he looks around at them all.
* Von_Senreich lowers the spear, looking back to the heroes, "Return to your shuttle. Prepare for the battle to come."
<Olga> Warren, you can't touch my father. You will die trying.
* Pope` points at Olga.
<Ire> ....*points at Olga* We'll see.
* Ire turns.
<Pope`> Someday, someone's gonna drop a big house on you.
<Junior> In a manner of speaking.
* Ire walks off towards the shuttle.
<Ire> Come on. There's nothing we can do right now.
* Junior turns and heads for the shuttle, gripping the sabre tightly in his hand.
* Olga smiles, "Until then Pope, do I remind you of my mother? Enough to fuck me?"
* Pope` follows Ire
* Ire stops at the shuttle, looking at his people.
* Von_Senreich watches them, then he himself turns and starts for his own shuttle, "Come, my love."
* Pope` looks back to Olga. "Lady, you fuck your pa, I ain't touching you with a bloody ten-foot sterilized pole, let alone my johnson."
<Ire> We have to find out what the fuck Jerry is doing. He should have destroyed the oil rig 20 minutes ago.
* Junior 's eyes widen.
* Junior shoots a glance at Ire.
* Ire glances at Junior.
* Olga laughs at Pope, though it's not a pleasant laugh and follows after Senreich, "Yes dear...." She offers her hand to him.
<Junior> If he can control all the electronics--why wasn't the Altros effected?
<Ire> ....
<Von_Senreich> *The Fifth Column soldiers begin retreating to their shuttles. Considering the hundred or so chiere above covering them, their backs are safe.*
<Ire> Maybe, it was...
* Ire punches the shuttle.
<Silouette> ...it would explain a little.
<Ire> DAMMIT.
* Von_Senreich takes her hand and raises it to his dry, cracked lips to give it a peck. He leads her into the shuttle.*
<Ire> Before this day is over, Britain is going to fall. They're too exhausted fighting the war with Mega City.
* Olga smiles, and slips into the shuttle with Senreich. She looks to her father, "....Why didn't you kill him? If he harms you, or even kills you, I don't know what I'd do."
* Junior stands on the shuttle, his back to Ire.
<Von_Senreich> *Once all shuttles are filled, the 7 of them begin lifting off. The shuttle submerge and the cloud of chiere form around the shuttles as an escort.*
<Junior> This battle has become personal.
* Pope` takes out a cigarette, lighting it visably nervously.
<Ire> First object: Find Altros. Then,... then we do something.
* Von_Senreich looks to Olga, "He and his friends have helped us in so many ways, Love. It was the least I can do." *He looks to the spear, "They are of no consequence, now."
<Pope`> Let's jus' get 'ell out of 'ere.
<Junior> Senreich is yours, Ire. Starting with Olga, the abominations are my target.
* Ire gets in the shuttle, taking the pilot seat.
* Ire slips on his headset.
<Von_Senreich> *As the shuttles and chiere fade into the distance, our heroes shuttles come to life, power returning.*
* Ire flips the controls, bringing it to life.
<Ire> GM: *the shuttle lifts off the moment everyone is on. As they lift off, Ire begins to scan.*
<Von_Senreich> *The comm comes to life, "-o you read? Ire? Do you READ? it's Jerry. We're inbound.."*
<Silouette> *takes a seat* "...how do we deal with that load of monsters...? ...and their army of clones."
* Olga nods slowly, and kisses her father's forhead, "I know, I know. The spear will protect you, and you will return to glory." She then looks out the window, "....That Chiere is going to try to kill me."
<Ire> We can't...but we can try to get Senreich.
* Pope` snaps his lighter shut.
* Ire flicks on the comm so everyone can talk to Jerry.
<Pope`> Easy. We get some of own.
<Ire> We hear you, Jerry. Where the fuck are you?
<Ire> And what do you mean by we?
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry: About 34 seconds from the rig - on your right! My weapons and electronics became jammed, I managed to slice the code he was broadcasting and kept cloak and thrusters. Went and picked up some friends."
* Ire nods...
<Ire> Friends.
<Ire> NRP: Alright. We're going to jump scenes. You ready?
<Ire> -Chapter 3-
<Pope`> NRP: No! I'l lfall out!
<Ire> Location: Altros, Bridge
<Olga> NRP: Ayn now?
<Pope`> NRP: AHHHH *falls*
* Ire stands on the bridge, looking at everyone gathered - Ayn, IB, and Dahok have been picked up.
*** Olga is now known as Ayn
<Ire> And that's what happened.
* Pope` fidgets nervously off to the side, chain smoking
* Ayn looks at Ire, with her arms crossed. The guitar isn't there, ".....If Senreich used my DNA to clone an army..... I don't know how we're going to stop them."
* Dahok leans againts a ball wall thinking
* Silouette stands silently off to the side, but anyone who's known her for a while can tell she's not happy right now.
<Dahok> If he used your DNA they won't be a challenge.
* Ire leans against his Captain's chair, frowning.
* Junior brushes a lock of hair out of his eyes.
<Ire> Jerry, which side is winning right now?
* Ayn looks to Dahok, a bit insulted.
* Dahok winks at her
* Ayn sighs, and gives him a weak smile.
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry is silent, headphones covering his ears, "It's not going well...Fifth Column forces have taken the outskirts of the COUNTRY."
<Junior> Don't worry about what flows through their veins. I just know Senreich has to be stopped.
<Ire> A city over water...London is in big trouble. If they decide to blow out the supports, the city sinks into the ocean.
* Pope` stamps out his cigarette and storms out of the room in a rush
<Von_Senreich> Jerry: Something...odd..is affecting the enemy soldiers. Orders arnt getting thru, tactics are being screwed up. Vehicles and weapons are breaking down without a reason.."
<Dahok> But what would they accomplish?
<Von_Senreich> nrp: er, enemy soldiers = british soldiers)
<Ire> .... *sits down in his chair* We're going in, people. We have to stop the 5th Column here.
<Ire> We can't allow a Fourth Reich to form.
* Ire pushes the controls forward, the Altros speeding forward.
* Ayn nods to Jr, and takes a deep breath. "The city should evacuate...." She looks to Pope silently before following him.
<Ire> Find weapons that don't use mechanisms to fire.
<Ayn> Pope!
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry glances at Ire, "It's everything sir."
* Pope` keeps walking, off in his own world right now
<Ire> Then we use swords. Whatever it takes.
* Silouette smiles a little at that.
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry simply shrugs, straining to make out the clash of radio signals going thru the headphones.*
* Ayn sighs and then dashes after him. She catches up, and sidesteps infront of him.
* Ire runs a hand across his face, looking ragged.
<Ire> Eckhart...
* Pope` almost plows into her, then looks up, baffled. "Shite, sorry luv, I'm a bit..."
<Ire> ...I'll be on the observation deck. *stands up and walks out. He grabs the ladder and climbs up*
* Pope` looks at her with an exhaustion in his face, then sighs, starting to go around
<Ayn> I know. *she looks like she completely understands*
* Junior stands on the bridge, looking out the view port.
<Von_Senreich> *In the distance the floating isle....floats. Heh. Anywho, explosions are seen, flares of light.*
<Ayn> Pope, please be okay. I don't know if I can help you anymore, if you want me to, or if it's possible... But please dont walk away. Let me help.
* Pope` stops in defeat
* Ire stands on the observation deck, shaking. He laughs softly.
* Pope` slumps to his knees, hugging Ayn's knees and softly crying
* Dahok checks the latch's on his gauntlets
<Ire> I...I can't do this...*punches the observation windowm, cracking it some. He looks at the glass stuck to his knuckles, bleeding* I can't.
* Ayn looks startled, and then bends over, gently taking him against her. She holds him silently and gently, just letting him work through the tears.
<Pope`> I can't do this anymore, Ayn, not alone...
* Junior walks off.
<Ayn> You're not alone.
* Pope` shudders. "I slugged Jake, and then I watched 'im die in front of me."
* Ire slumps into one of the seats, looking at his hand.
<Pope`> Now me 'ome...my 'ome's 'bout to fall to an undead Nazi..
* Silouette steps into the observation deck, "...beating yourself up isn't going to help anyone you know."
* Ayn closes her eyes, "you can't be blamed for that. you can't be blamed for any of it...." She holds him close, "But you can make a stand against it. I couldn't protect my home Pope, but you can. We can, together."
* Ire looks at Sil, giving a brief smile, but then it just crashes into a twitch
<Ire> Yeah..
* Pope` stares up at Ayn, his eyes red and raw. "I'm sorry, luv. I'm sorry 'bout pushin' you out of my life.."
<Silouette> *walks over, and takes a seat next to Ire* "...but, you know... it'd be understandable if you had to sit this one out."
* Ayn opens her eyes, and runs her hands slowly along his cheeks, "You had every right...." Her eyes are moist, but she's keeping away the tears, "I made horrible mistakes, sins I don't know if I can have forgiven."
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry's voice echos thru the comm system, "Coming up on the island...final approach. It's looking messy out there.."
<Ire> I can't.
* Ire looks out the window at the scene in front of him.
* Pope` shakes his head. "No, no, Ayn, I was wrong..."
<Silouette> ...then are you sure you can go through with it?
* Junior climbs up to the observation deck.
* Ayn rests her forhead against his, "Then let's forgive each other, and stick with this till the wheels fall off."
<Ire> All the way. No choice.
<Junior> Then let's do it.
<Von_Senreich> *Indeed, the island looms infront of them and it is one of total war. British fighters and attack shuttles soar thru the air persued by KI energized formations of chiere. On the ground, massive battle walkers stroll across the city scape like Gods, small support vehicles surrounding them like flies on carrion.*
* Ire glances at Junior.
* Pope` holds Ayn close
* Junior pulls the Gospel from it's sheith.
*** Dahok is now known as Dias-Sleep
* Ayn holds him tightly, and closes her eyes
* Ire clicks his comm with his bloody hand.
<Ire> Jerry...find Senreich's location if you can.
<Junior> You better get ready for battle, Ire.
* Ire nods
<Ire> I'll be in the armory.
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry: Already have. Sliced into the Fifth Column battle net...heading for it, now.
* Ire walks out, patting Sil on the shoulder as he goes by.
<Junior> This one's going to get messy. I don't see a good strategy other than to just cut off the head of the snake.
<Ire> And Jer --- tell everyone to get ready for battle in 5 minutes.
* Silouette smiles slightly.
* Junior looks to the sword. "Father, looks like I have no choice but to look to you on this one..."
<Von_Senreich> *Jer's voice echos, "ETA 10 minutes to final destination-er...drop off point. Yeah. Everyone, battle ready in 5.."
* Pope` looks nervous again.
<Pope`> I don't know if I can do this.
* Junior slides down to the bridge.
* Ayn opens her eyes and then looks to Pope, "I'll be right with you. But Pope, if he has the spear, no weapon will work against him."
* Ire stands in the armory, getting a normal sword. He puts it inside his trench coat, then grabs a glider. He begins to put it on.
<Ire> If I can't shoot you, Eckhart, then I'll fight you with a sword.
<Junior> That's why we take the spear away from him.
* Ire checks the glider, moving towards the center of the hanger. He grabs a remote to open the hanger doors.
<Ire> Jer, you got the location of Senreich?
<Von_Senreich> *Jer, "Coming up on it now...battle is thick up here..."
<Pope`> The nwe throw rocks.
* Ire clicks his comm. to patch into everyone elses'.
<Pope`> Big rocks.
<Pope`> Sharp ones, with lots of points.
<Ire> Comm: We're going to strike at Senreich. If you get lost in the battle, engage what you can, but make it back to the Altros. Jerry will stay at a fixed point.
* Ayn stands, and nods to Pope, "We'll use what we have over him. We're on God's side."
<Von_Senreich> *Below they would see something that resembles a massive turtle shell mounted on treads moving slowly. The thing is certainly large enough to crew roughly about a 2000 folks. A mobile command center indeed. It bristles with weapons.*
<Ire> Comm: We will not use Altros in the fight. It's weapons will hit the British forces, too. So, it's just us on this.
* Ire hits the button to open the hanger, winds flooding the room.
* Ayn pulls her cross out from under her shirt, letting it hang in the open air.
<Ayn> Let's go.
<Ire> Comm: Everyone .... good luck. Come back alive.
* Ire flips his comm off.
<Ire> Jer, how's it going?
<Von_Senreich> *Outside they would see fighters and chieres zigzagging about.*
<Pope`> Traitor fightin' to save my home that kicked me out from undead and genetic alien clone Nazi invasion. 'Oh much more bloody screwed up ca nthis get?
<Von_Senreich> *Jer: This is it! This is as close as I can get! Go now! Now!"
* Ire runs out of the hanger and drops.
* Pope` heads into the hanger
* Ire freefalls through the air, all alone since he was alone in the hanger.
<Ire> I can't do this...but I have no choice but to do it.
* Junior runs out the hanger bay and jumps.
* Ayn gives Pope one of her "do you really want to know looks" and follows him, "Love, I've got to fight my bastard daughter."
<Von_Senreich> Jerry's voice is panicked as suddenly the ship tilts hard onto his axis, "GO NOW! NOW! NOW!"
* Junior draws his sword and freefalls into the thick of battle.
* Ire whips along, the glider on his back, waiting for activation.
<Pope`> Drop a 'ouse on 'er.
<Ire> Jer...see you. *flips off his comm*
* Ayn leaps out of the Altros, and curls up in a ball, letting herself fall.
* Pope` closes his eyes and shrugs, falling out
<Ire> NRP: Did ... Pope get a glider?
* Ire navigates towards the turtle like command center.
<Pope`> NRP: Um. Sure.
<Ire> NRP: *I* didn't see it.
* Silouette grabs a glider and lets herself fall out of the hanger... she'd just freefall, but she needs to aim.
<Junior> NRP: Highlight the text, he used a color code.
<Von_Senreich> *nrp: "I hope everyone makes it.." <Pope, falling by* "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.."*
<Ire> NRP: LOL
* Ire activates his glider, zooming in towards the turtle.
<Pope`> NRP: You didn't see it because...Shit, bear! BEAR!
<Ayn> NRP: I could catch him
<Ripple> NRP: Fast animals.. slow children... <Kid> Hey, wait up guys...
<Ire> .oO (Falling...falling...all my life I'm falling.) *closes his eyes briefly, then opens them*
<Von_Senreich> *Anti-aircraft fire and missiles erupt from the 'turtle' blasting away into formations of fire. Chieres zig and zag persuing fighters. Bombardment cannons on the turtle's back, each the size of buildings, firing on London - the city itself being roughly 30-40 miles away.*
* Ire waits until he's ten feet above the turtle, then disengages the glider, dropping on top of it.
* Ayn spreads her body, letting the air and friction prevent her from falling further. Pope drops past her, and she grabs his coat, hoisting him towards her.
* Ire lands roughly, rolling along the turrents that fire the attacks. He rolls to his knees, quick to recover.
* Junior lands hard into the thick, drawing the gospel.
* Ire stands.
<Ire> Eckhart...it's now.
* Ire runs along, looking for a way in.
* Junior runs forward, slashing at the Chiere forces.
<Von_Senreich> *Situated atop the center of the 'shell' is a large command deck rising into the air - like that of a battleship. Best bet, Senny is there.
* Silouette jettisons her glider, landing lightly on the 'turtle'
* Ire moves towarsd the command deck.
<Pope`> HURK
<Junior> There's my target.
<Pope`> Gah, thanks, luv..
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<Ire> NRP: Uh oh! *they both fall to their death when Ayn leaves*
<Pope`> NRP: oh shit! Falling again!
* Junior jumps, launching himself forward, grimancing at his inability to fly.
<Von_Senreich> *The turtle's shell is heavily armored, with maintainence hatches situated everywhere, only locks from the inside. One would have to burn their way in. The command tower has soldiers on gaurd around, manning the turrets.*
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<Ire> GM: *Dahok lands nearby, engaging some Chiere. He uses vines and whatever else he can*
<Ayn> NRP: wtf? paste to me?
<Ire> Icebrand: *battles 5th Column soldiers, finding them easier to deal with*
* Ire climbs up the side of the tower, heading for the glass area where he could see Senreich.
* Ayn lands lightly outside the fray and smiles to Pope, "Come on, let's go."
<Ire> Dahok: Face nature. *wraps up some poor sap and crushes him*
<Ire> Icebrand: This is not what I signed up for! *kicks a soldier in the jaw*
* Junior chops at masses of chiere, silver blood staining the land as he presses towards the shell.
<Von_Senreich> *Indeed, there is a circular oberservation dome with an armored plastic transparent glass that surrounds it. Senreich stands there, alone, surveying his conquest.*
* Ire climbs up to block Senreich's view.
* Von_Senreich 's eyes are hidden by his goggles, so there would be no surprise to register...even if it were there. He is stoic, statuesque. He grins.
* Pope` sees Ire and Senreich far off. "Wonder what droppin' a building onto 'im would do.."
* Silouette moves in, disabling what turrets she can on the way towards the dome
* Junior jumps, launching himself up to join Ire.
* Ire hangs there, staring at Senreich. He doesn't grin back.
* Ire grabs a time mine and places it right on the glass. He activates it for 5 seconds, then lets go.
* Ayn glances Pope, as she stabs at one of the Chiere that noticed them, "Nothing. The spear would protect him."
<Junior> I'll deal with the copy.
* Von_Senreich backs away, several meters, then leans on his cane slightly.
* Ire drops down below the blast area, if it works.
<Von_Senreich> *The glass explodes inwards, the heat and shards of debris..washing around Senreich.*
<Pope`> But a buildin' ain't really a weapon..
* Ire climbs back up the tower, sweat pouring down. His black trench coat makes him hotter, but he doesn't care.
* Ire climbs up through the glass, hopping down in a crouched position. He then stands.
<Ire> Eckhart.
<Ayn> ....It's hostile intent against the master of the blade....
* Junior lands next to Ire.
<Von_Senreich> Why so formal? Call me Dietrich.
<Junior> I'm here to see your daughter.
<Pope`> Bloody logic.
* Von_Senreich turns his goggled gaze to Junior, "My love is quite safe, alien."
* Ayn glances to Pope, "....but what about a way to get around that?"
* Ire pulls out his sword, holding it.
<Von_Senreich> How quaint.
<Ire> Dietrich, it's time we wrapped up our relationship.
* Junior holds the gospel ready.
<Pope`> That's why I was 'oping for a building.
<Junior> I'll just make myself comfortable, then.
* Ayn looks to Pope with a grin, "That doesn't mean his own forces can't attack...."
* Von_Senreich raises his cane, the thin blade sliding out of the end.
* Ire nods to Senreich, as if showing some respect.
<Pope`> It doesn't?
* Ayn looks pleased with herself, "Accidents happen, right?"
* Von_Senreich surges toward Ire, whipping the blade low, aiming for his right thigh.
<Pope`> You're losin' me 'ere, luv.
<Ripple> NRP: Night people. bloody early morning classes suxx0r.
* Ire steps back, his blade held straight down to parry the attack.
<Pope`> NRP: Night dude
<Silouette> NRP: G'night Rip
* Ayn winks, "Watch this!" She flies up into the air, and sends some ki bolts down into the Chiere, hoping to get thier attention
* Von_Senreich stands back as the weapons collide, lashing out again, this time for a high strike at Ire's sword-hand.
* Silouette makes it up to the dome to see Ire fighting Senreich
* Ire attempts to circle parry the attack.
<Von_Senreich> *Indeed, the formation of chiere take notice. Their own KI energy begins to charge and they lift into the air, heading for Ayn*
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<Ire> .oO (You can't beat him in a sword fight, Warren...think...)
* Von_Senreich is blocked once again, and steps back. He smiles, "Are we having fun yet, Herr Carmichael?"
* Junior spins his sword. "I smell something dirty."
* Ire pants, his trench coat flapping behind him. The heavy thing slows him down a little.
* Ire takes a step them lunges forward. His fencing classes in the old 5th Column day are there, but he's not good.
* Ire attempts to impale Senreich.
* Ayn stands in the air, and waves to them looking cute as can be, "Hiiii....." She then spins around, and begins flying towards Senreich, firing at them with her magnum
* Von_Senreich chuckles, easily side stepping and as Ire goes on by, he lashes out with a round house kick to the back of Ire's head.*
* Olga steps out, and looks to Junior, "You'd better take a bathe, for you're the unclean one."
* Ire is hit, his world going black with stars. He stumbles forward, spinning around with his blade held up.
<Von_Senreich> *The Chiere go on the evasive, following after Ayn*
* Junior slashes the air, taunting her.
<Ire> Dahok: *lands near Pope* Well, look who showed up.
* Von_Senreich lashes out with his own blade, trying to knock Ire's own from his grasp.
<Ire> Icebrand: *is tackled between five 5th Column guards*
<Junior> I beat you last time, and I'll beat you again.
<Ayn> ...come on.... come on.... *she sends a ki bolt at Senreich, and then fires at the Chiere again*
<Olga> Oh, but I'm better, I'm stronger.
* Ire quickly steps back, letting him hit air. He spins the sword, then slashes in a horizontal arc for his face.
<Pope`> Piss off.
* Silouette watches Ire and Senreich's fight, her own blade in hand, but not ready to interrupt their duel.
<Junior> Show me.
<Pope`> I'm strategizin'.
<Von_Senreich> *Senreich doesnt even notice as the KI bolt passes by his head by mere inches, burning the skin slightly, even though Ayn was dead on. The Chiere pour on the speed, energy gathering in their hands.*
<Ire> Dahok: *trips up some soldier with a vine*
<Olga> Oh, Junior, why can't we be friends instead!
<Ire> Icebrand: *emerges from his tackle* I won't be stopped so easily.
* Von_Senreich spins his own cane, more like a quarter staff, blocking and lashes out with the skull-bulb stop, this time to Ire's left knee.*
<Von_Senreich> nrp: top
* Ire is hit right in the knee, his balance gone and he begins to shift/fall forward.
<Ire> Ungh...I never was good with the blade...
<Junior> Because, you're evil!
* Junior slashes Olga
* Ayn halts in mid air, and rebounds on Senreich again, this time aiming herself right towards him. She knows she'll be kicked off target
* Von_Senreich laughs again and lashes out with a second kick to Ire's face.
* Olga leaps back, and pulls a saber from her sheath.
* Ire throws the sword straight up into the roof, then jumps with his right leg, grabbing the handle and pulling himself up and over the attack. He then swings back and tries to hit Senreich in the face with his right foot.
<Ayn> ...come on.... come on....
* Junior spins and ducks low, lunging forward with his blade.
* Von_Senreich 's head snaps to the side as he stumbles back. The chieres on Ayn's back open fire with their KI blasts.*
* Ire drops and pulls out his sword.
* Olga steps foward, her sword coming up to block firmly. She looks to Jr, and tries to throw him off.
<Silouette> .oO( ...come on Ire, you can do this. )
Session Close: Wed Sep 10 00:00:00 2003
Session Start: Wed Sep 10 00:00:00 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Von_Senreich looks back to Ire, oblivious to Ayn and persuers. He spits out a tooth.
* Ire holds the sword ready.
<Ire> ...
* Junior presses against Olga's blade.
* Ayn flies straight up and away, soaring high into the sky. she then lets herself free fall, right towards them, energy forming in her own hands.
* Junior jumps back, firing a blast at her.
* Olga looks to Jr as they stand locked, and then rolls foward to avoid the blast, and also stab up at him.
* Von_Senreich holds up the cane, and the second blade emits from the skull-top. He spins it like a quarter staff just as the energy from his own chiere collide with his back. He screams and falls to his knees as the energy dances around him, obscuring him for a moment.
* Silouette spins around to catch an approaching soldier across the chest with her blade, and then sends him tumbling out with a snap kick to the face
* Junior backflips to avoid the slash.
<Ayn> IT WORKED!
* Junior throws a kick at her.
* Ire walks towards Senreich with a slight hobble.
* Olga gets kicked firmly in the gut as she tries to stand, and indeed stumbles foward.
* Von_Senreich has dropped his cane and his fingers dig into the hard deck.
* Junior slashes down at her.
* Ayn then blinks and yelps as she fires off a ki blast at the Chiere she's about to plow through.
* Ire raises his sword up in the air over Senreich
* Olga clumsily brings up her sword to parry weakly.
* Junior spins to knock away her sabre.
<Ire> It's over, Dietrich.
* Silouette kicks Senreich's cane away.
* Olga sends a ki blast at Jr point blank and dashes for her saber
* Junior grabs her by the neck, unphased by the blast.
* Von_Senreich looks up, and suddenly his cane comes up, grabing Ire's blade. The skin splits and a blue liquid drips out...but before Ire's eyes, it begins to heal slowly...he holds the sword in an iron grip, "...For you."
* Olga gasps for air as she's grabbed, and looks longingly for her blade
<Von_Senreich> (nrp: not cane, HAND.)
* Ire 's eyes widen.
* Junior presses her against the wall, pressing the tip of his blade at her gut.
* Von_Senreich 's other hand comes up to grab Ire's throat as he stands.
<Ire> Urkkk...*struggles*
<Junior> Senreich.
* Pope` hurls a big rock at Senreich
* Silouette decides this is the point where it's fair to intervene and brings her blade around in a wide slash at Senreich's arm
* Junior looks over his shoulder to him, gripping Olga's neck.
<Silouette> NRP: One holding Ire's throat
<Olga> Kill me, there are hundreds just like me who will kill you.... *she lashes at him with her heel*
<Junior> First you, then your father.
* Junior slashes her arms.
* Von_Senreich lifts Ire into the air, effortlessly, only to have Sil's blade cut deep into his arm and lodge into the endo-skeleton within. The rock skims by his head, missing by mere inches as he releases Ire's blade and lashes out with a backhand to Sil.
* Ire uses his free hand to try and get Senreich's hand off his throat.
* Ayn lands hard beside Junior, and looks to him as she cuts into Olga's arms, "Oh, be done with it."
* Junior then slashes her legs and drops her. "It's... not my style to kill."
* Olga screams in pain.
* Olga falls to the ground, unable to move.
<Ayn> .....but it is mine....
<Junior> You won't fight anymore today, Olga, or ever.
* Von_Senreich 's grip on his throat remains steady, "I will make my arrows drunk with blood...and my sword shall devour flesh. Deuteronomy, 32:42."
* Silouette stumbles back, falling to one knee.
* Junior shoots a glare at Ayn and walks away.
* Von_Senreich turns and hurls Ire towards one of the observation windows.
* Ire begins to slowly weaken, then his arms drop limply. He's then thrown itno the window, smashing into it
* Pope` stands next to Ayn
* Ayn pulls her magnum out, and shakes her head slightly, "In the name of the father, and the son and the holy ghost. May god have mercy on your soul, becuase I don;t." She fires at Olga's head.
* Von_Senreich steps back, away from them all, taking position in the center of the room. A section of floor rises up, revealing a case for the spear itself. He grasps it.
* Junior spins and tries to deflect the bullet.
* Silouette regains her balance, and stands, twirling her blade once before grasping it in both hands.
* Olga is silent as the bullet hits, and the world around Pope and Ayn explode in the redness of Olga's blood.
*** Olga has quit IRC (Quit: Your eyes will return to thier former glory.)
* Ire lays where he fell.
<Junior> NRP: Silver, ayn. Silver.
<Von_Senreich> ...I will draw my sword and my hand shall destroy them all...Exodus, 15:9.
* Junior frowns at Ayn.
* Ayn takes a deep breath, and then glances to Pope.
* Junior walks away without saying a word to her.
* Pope` wipes the blood off his face
* Von_Senreich lifts the spear and it seems as all light in the room becomes drawn to it, cutting out the lights plunging the room into darkness lit only by the explosions outside and the glowing spear itself.
<Pope`> ...Luv...Y'know I love you, but I'm covered in blood.
<Ayn> I know. *she seems sorry about that at least* I know how to defeat Senreich.
* Junior runs to the battle between Von_Senreich and Ire.
* Ire has been done and out. He's not moving, maybe not even breathing.
<Junior> Ire!
* Junior turns to Von_Senreich.
* Von_Senreich 's voice is calm, composed. "You all have failed."
<Junior> Olga is... gone. I'm sorry.
<Silouette> ...it's not over yet. *slowly circles left, facing Renreich*
<Pope`> How?
* Junior holds his sword ready. "That said, your battle is now with me."
* Ayn glances about to see if there are more of Senreich's army around.
* Von_Senreich looks to Junior, "She will live again."
<Ayn> His forces hit him with thier ki.
<Junior> Indeed, but now it's time for me to stop you.
* Junior holds his sword up.
* Von_Senreich shakes his head and lifts the spear, "You all still doubt the power of the spear. Well then, allow me to demonstrait. Heh...let there be light."
<Silouette> ...you people love your grandstanding, don't you?
* Von_Senreich raises it further and bright flash erupts from the spear, ecompassing all. A flaring light like a sun exploding.
<Junior> I got my own kind of light to show you.
* Junior dashes at Von_Senreich and slashes down with the Gospel.
* Von_Senreich vanishes within the flare, as would Junior as his slash comes down at him...
<Junior> NRP: Meaning...?
<Von_Senreich> Nrp: waiting on Ire...
<Pope`> NRP: Your ass just got saaaacked!
<Von_Senreich> nrp: lol
<Ire> GM: *everyone is engulfed....then...time passes. Hours. Hours. All of it runs for the team, as they know nothing of the outside world. Then. Pain. They're awake.*
<Von_Senreich> *The sky is blue, and they'd find themselves in a grassy plain surrounded by hills. The Altros sits off to the side, with Jerry sitting by a fire, a sad expression on his face, poking at the cinders with a stick.*
* Ire lays on the plain, not stirring.
* Junior looks around, eyes darting.
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry looks up at Junior, then back to the fire, "Relax. You're safe."
* Ayn lays there for a moment, letting the pain go through her body. She finally pushes herseld up, her body screaming at her not to move. "Who's awake?" She looks around.
<Silouette> ....what... happened...?
<Pope`> Oww, bloody vodka..
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry sighs and points with the stick, up the soft hill infront of them. "Look for yourself."
* Ayn looks up the hill, moving her hand out to Pope's
<Von_Senreich> *It's a gentle slope, but high enough they can't see over, atleast from where they sit now.*
* Ire suddenly jerks violently, coughing. He rolls over onto his knees, coughing against the grass.
* Ire lifts his head, looking around.
<Ire> What...happened...to...Senreich...
<Silouette> ...Ire? Are you alright...?
* Ayn stands, and walks up the hill slowly, to the crest.
* Ire raises to his feet, swaying. He looks around, then begins to move up the hill, stumbling as he goes until he reaches the top.
* Pope` gets to his feet slowly
* Silouette tries to give Ire some support as he heads up the hill, if he'll let her.
* Ire does.
<Von_Senreich> *London lies off in the distance, decimated. The huge turtle Command base resting where it once stood. Chiere fly about, holding flags bearing the Winged Skull emblame of the Fifth Column, only emblazed on a Gold Swastika. Banners fly everywhere. The city has fallen. The Country, has fallen.*
<Pope`> ...Fuck.
* Ire slumps forward, shaking his head.
<Ayn> ...My God....
* Pope` shouts out. "FUCK!"
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry sighs, wiping at his face - dirt in his eye...really. He continues to poke at the fire.*
* Pope` drops to his knees, pounding the grass with fists of anger
* Junior stands and shieths the sword.
<Ire> ...Eckhart...there will be a day of reckoning...when we're stronger....
* Ayn closes her eyes, and kneels beside Pope, to hold him, though she knows his anger will serve him someday.
<Junior> You know he'll be prepared for that.
<Ayn> ....Ire... Permission to go to Rome. To investigate the spear, and it's weaknesses.
<Ire> I hope you can swim, then .... seeing as it's under the water.
<Ayn> Where has the vatican relocated?
<Ire> Since Garland the Pope died? There is no vatican.
* Ire raises, shakily. He leans against Silouette.
* Junior looks at Ire.
* Pope` sits solemnly
<Junior> NRP: Pope died?
<Ayn> ...well, that makes our job a fuckload harder.
<Pope`> There's only one way we can win now.
<Junior> NRP: Oh yeah!
<Ire> NRP: Yeah. The clone Garland died.
<Silouette> ....I'm sorry we couldn't do enough.
<Junior> NRP: I remembered with the "Oh yeah!" I read it as "Garland and Pope died."
<Pope`> We need to blow the supports to London.
<Junior> He's not invincible, but he'll be prepared for us unless we do something radical.
* Ire looks at Pope.
<Ire> Your own people are in there.
<Silouette> ....you want to kill all the civilians?
* Ayn looks to Pope.
<Pope`> Don't you think I KNOW that?!
* Ire surges forward on his own, to stand in front of Pope.
<Pope`> But imagine what Senreich's doing to them RIGHT NOW!
<Ire> We will not do that. We'll beat him.
<Ayn> There's another way. We can find out more about the spear, it's not invincible, I *hurt* him.
<Pope`> This wouldn't have happened if we'd blown that bloody oil rig to ashes...
* Ire turns away.
<Ire> Yeah. I know.
* Ire walks towards the Altros, stumbling, but on his own.
<Junior> Hey.
<Junior> I don't want to hear anyone complaining about "what if"s.
<Pope`> Sod off.
* Ire walks past Jerry and right into the Altros' open hanger doors.
<Junior> There are a lot of things we could have done differently if we knew then what we knew now. That's the whole point. We learn from our mistakes and move on.
<Junior> If you'd rather just sit there pissed about it, Pope, by all means. I'm moving forward.
<Von_Senreich> *Jerry watches Ire, then looks back to the fire.*
* Junior turns and walks after Ire.
* Ayn stands and looks to Pope, offering him her hand.
<Pope`> Piss off already, will you?
<Ayn> NRP: was that to Ayn?
* Pope` takes Ayn's hand and gets to his feet, storming off muttering english curses under his breath
<Pope`> NRP: No, Junior
<Ire> S.E.S.S.I.O.N E.N.D.S
Session Close: Wed Sep 10 00:38:29 2003