Darkoor

[Peregrine]

Standing calmly in the center of Hell, confident in his dream-self's immortality, Ryan raised his rifle to his shoulder and let his crosshairs drift onto the helmet of one of his opponents. The two images merged, and without even conscious thought, he pulled the trigger.

 

The sharp crack of the rifle shot was deafening in the tiny room the heavy sniper's weapon sent a steel-cored bullet through both sides of the target's helmet and skull with equal ease. At point blank range, no wearable armor could stop the heavy rounds, and not even the past abuses could affect Ryan's aim.

 

Unfortunately, the weapon's effect on the other end was far from pleasant. Though his radio headset saved his hearing, the rifle's recoil nearly sent the weapon flying from his dream-self's tired arms. Noting this fact, he braced the weapon more carefully and removed the head of a second target.

[Keeper of Lives]

He saw it, a bolt from the enemy's gun shooting towards him. As quickly as the awareness processed through his brain Khevbik rolled to the ground finishing the dodge by perching himself to one knee. Make your shots count, he reminded himself. Khevbik aimed for the man's head, more precisely, his exposed neck. In that split second, his mind flashed with a mental momentum; he saw the countless faces of the unfortunate men who had died by his hands, there were too many to count. The faces didnt bother him so much the reality that they had come forth at such a time, such a manner. Why now?, he would later ask himself.

 

It was over for the man who Khevbik had his sights on, he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, death raped over the man quickly he supposed, men dont normally live very long after a shot like his. He wished a longer death for the man, he deserved it.

 

Khevbik's sights were already on another man, wishing never gave an enemy a longer death, he pulled the trigger. The bullet ricocheted off the top of the chest plate glancing the the side man's neck, he involuntarily dropped his gun. Quickly recovering, he pulled out a knife and dived at Khevbik. Khevbik fired again, the bullet plowed into the gaurd's chest, it didnt phase the thirsty man now atop of Khevbik. The gaurd was struggling to sheath his knife within him.

 

"Damnit", Khevbik grunted as he struggled with this armored foe. If his gun could have a friend, it would certainly be the Hunting Knife, a handy tool it was. A gun could only do such much, this cricumstance called for the knife. The strength from the man was almost too much, he couldnt hold on much longer. Then, for some reason, the man on top of him lost power over him for a moment, Khevbik seized the opportunity. He gathered all his strength and rolled onto him, with a swift movement the knife slashed the gaurd's throat. A handy tool indeed.

 

Khevbik picked up his pistol that he had dropped in the tiring clash and resumed business. In an instant, another man fell to his expertise, a neck shot like the first. None of the enemy looked his way at that moment. With all the commotion going on at once, swords swinging, guns a blaze, he was beginning to get dizzy, he wasnt used a melee fight such as this. For the momemt he watched ... he watched as the others fought with determination, they fought with the same level of survival as he, it was somewhat ... comforting to see them fight.

 

Then there was the woman, her movements were graceful, powerful and deadly. She seemed to fight with a drive of hate more than survival. Khevbik was glad to have her with him, hell he was thankful for it, she broke him out of captivity afterall. He would have to pay her back for this someday, that is, if they made it out alive.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

As quickly as the battle had begun, so did it end. A last shot was fired, a well placed bullet in a man's neck, and a final whisting strike of the woman's blade. Men were piled on top of eachother, radiating out from the doorway. Inside the tiny car, two or three bodies remained, killed before they could set foot within the control room. The several of the lights above went out at long last, the wires that supplied them with power being disconnected. In the end, the room looked the same shade of red it had been before. The green light had stopped blinking.

 

Again, the woman rounded on her charges, kicking a body out of the car as she did so. Her words were laden with concern, but still bore the same willpower and determination as they had before, "if they cut the power to this elevator, we're dead. Its a couple hundred floors to the top levels, and it would be a ladder climb all the way. The first thing they will do once they realise they've lost contact with this team is lock down this floor... In which case we will die. Death, for us, is not an option, so we'll have to use the elevator."

 

"I doubt any of you would survive the ladder, in your conditions, it would be diffucult to even imagine such a thing. So if we are to go, we go now, and we go on the elevator. When we get to the top, I have no idea what awaits. It could be any number of these gaurds... Each armed with the same energy weapons as these here," she kicked another corpse ouf of the elevator, "only, if the base has been mobalized, there wont be a speck of dust on the wall opposite them that hasn't been vaporized."

 

"By the looks of it, these gaurds didn't know we were going to attack them. They came out of the elevator unprepared. Their guns weren't fully charged, but running... I think we hit them during a change of personel, and got lucky. The next time we come across them, it wont be so pleasant." There was a long pause, she took a moment to glance into the eyes of each of you. "We go now or never, I just hope we're all prepared for what lies ahead."

 

...So much more lie in wait then she could have possibly imagined...

[mrpyromania]

Elan nodded grimly,retracting his katar's. "Now seems perferable" he said to no one in paticular,retrieving his knive from the dead guard and giving the body a shift kick for good mesure. Wiping the blade of and sheathing it,Elan went back to the storage locker were they had found all the bolongings. It seemed relativly unharmed,so Elan opend it and retrieved his guitar.

 

He opend the case and plucked a few strings. Satisfied,Elan stored it away and straped it onto his back. "So,are we leaving? I can hardly remeber what real air tastes like.Besides..."the minstrel said,looking around grimly at the bloodsoaked room. "Anywhere is better than here."

[theForgottenSoul]

{OOC} Sorry for being late. I had to work... {/OOC}

 

Darkness swept over Yish. Yish was falling... Falling forever into this void that the woman had created. "But that is what I get." Yish said "For trusting someone." As he fell, the memories came back, all of it was clear the pain, the torture. He shivered at the thought of it. Then just a quick as it had come, Yish hit the ground and realized he was still in the prison.

 

Yish went over to the boxes and retrived his sword, the miraculos killing device that never failed to kill when the wielder wished the target death. After checking the scabard, he placed the sword into it and put it around his waist. All of sudden Yish realized he was naked, so he shamefully put on his clothes and got in line with the others, but not before grabbing a carbine and throwing it on his shoulder.

 

After the elevator came to a stop and the guards attacked, Yish froze. He could see all the angles he could hit with his sword and the carbine, and was about to go to fight but then he stopped. Why fight? what would gain other than possible death. Oh, the others, they may need help. But he decided that these people had done nothing for him so why should he help them. He was the Unforgiver, and he certianly would not start giving into this werid feeling to help people that had done nothing for him. However he did shoot one guard getting to close to himself, just to see if the carbine worked. And it blasted the head right back into the elevator he had come from.

 

Killing one guard brought a desire to kill more, and so he went in to the fight for himself, not for anyone else

 

After the last guard met his doom, Yish stood impatiently asking when were they going to get out of this hell that people called a prison.

 

Yish could tell he was begining to regret living today.

 

{OCC}thanks everyone for being understanding about me being late{/OOC}

[MDRud216]

Ackon's weak form fell to his knees, he did not understand, even with this crystal how the others had enough neergy to pick their ways across the bloody, flesh dotted floor and enter the elevator.

 

When it opened previously and his allies rushed foreward, white hot blasts whizzing over all their shoulders his shaky aim on his targets was gone. His elbow buckled at the surprise of seeing the enemy and his gun pointed skyward. His finger inadvertantly putting pressure on the trigger and he ducked as it pinged loudly and richochetted(wow, i shouldn't have tried to spell that one) off, flying into the elevator somewhere.

 

Determined Ackon forced himself to move, standing andat long last walking. He could not wait for the doors to close in front of him and seal him from this strange hell as he strapped himself into a harness.

[Keeper of Lives]

His diziness lifted.

 

Khevbik stepped over the bodies, checking the men for anything of use. For a second he went to pick up one of the carbines, but then realized they were programmed and had no use to him. Khevik sighed. He was to continue with his old fashion gun, it wasnt that bad, but an upgrade of some sort would give him a better chance. Khevbik was about to enter the elevator when he noticed blood creeping from under the man he was in hand to hand combat with. He wondered how, he had slit his throat. Walking over to the lifeless corpse, he rolled him over, he found a shallow slash in the man's armor, just barely a laceration to the skin. He now knew how he survived from this fight, but who? There were multiple people with swords, it could be any and Khevbik wasnt about to ask anyone. He liked to play the game of mystery, it spiced up his feelings sometimes and now was a time play.

 

He looked up to notice the woman had her eyes locked on his, there was a moment between them, and then she gave him a small nod. Now, his bets were on the deadly lady, but with wicked attacks like hers, why didnt she just simply slash him deeper? Perhaps he would find out soon enough, more fighting possibly awaited them at the destination of the elevator. His fear returned once more, and with good reason. How many could there be? 15 more, 30, more than he can count? His mind spun in the possibilities of death, it would come quick from a tsunami of bolts from the enemy, or worse, they end up capturing him again, torturing him before he slowly died in agony. Khevbik dreaded both possibilities.

 

 

He nodded back at the woman, then proceeded to the elevator. He stepped in, finnaly! He took his time getting comfortable in the standing harness, as if comfortable could even be in the same sentence as 'standing harness'. It dug into his back and wasn't even padded. He guessed there would be no need if he was to wear armor. The discomfort of the standing harness would have been a luxury he would have sold his soul for an hour ago, it wasnt that bad, he was thankful yet again.

 

"I'm ready when you folks are, just strap yerselves in and we can meet our doom all that much more quickly", Khevbik jested to the rest of the group. "I'm Khevbik by the way, Khevbik Klavmur, never did get a chance to introduce myself, I guess I was in my own little world before the gaurds flooded us."

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC: I'll wait for a couple more people to post before I start the elevator's movement. Please dont just "auto" the woman, as in forcing her to respond in a certain way, saying things that I might not have her say or that dont fit her charcter. Minor gestures are fine, and I'm working with Khevbik on his little... Well, you'll find out.

 

For refrence, the elevator door opens in the same amount of time as our doors today. It just takes 30 seconds from the time the car stops for someone inside to open the door. Considering that you have to get out of the harness to open the door.

 

You may want to take some time here to introduce your character. The woman will introduce herself right before the car takes off.

 

All I can wish you is good "luck." :wink2:

[mrpyromania]

"The names Elan,don't ask for my last,beacuse I don't know what it is and I don't care what it is." he responded. "And were not dead yet. If you give up before the battle starts,you've already lost." Stepping gingerly over the body's,Elan made his way to the elevator and strapped in.

 

"Like I said,let's get moving. Anywhere is better than here,even the waiting arms of a energy weapon." The adrenaline was wearing off,and the ministrel could feel the wearyness in his body already. He slipped his hand into the folds of his rags,feeling the crystal for a moment. "By the way" he said,looking over at there female liberator. "What are these crystals anyway?"

[Shadow of the Fallen]

"A gift," she said rather darkly, "I should not be the one to tell you about it, I'll save that for a friend." For a brief moment, she could be seen staring blankly ahead, her brow creased in concentration, as if remembering a long-forgotten memory. Then, abruptly, she seemed to snap back to reality and realise that she was surrounded by other people. Her eyes regained a commanding glare as she adjusted her own harness.

 

As everyone else filed into the elevator and did the same, the doors closed before them. Thick, bulky metal braces came down in front of each person, pressing in on their bodies and tightening to an uncomfortable, but sturdy, level. Something grabbed the back of their necks with a cold mettalic embrace, and held their heads ridged. A padded visor slipped down over the groups' forheads, followed by the vision obscuring helmet, which clamped the skull in place. A mouthgaurd forced entry past your lips invasivly, pushing your teeth apart unwillingly before you realised what it was.

 

You remembered the whole sensation of the binding from your first trip down. On top of that, you understood the nessecity of such a thing, even before the car was jetisoned upwards, powerful magnets guiding it to the first floor. The g-forces would momentarily be ripping away at your body, pushing you into the floor with such intensity that it had the potential to break bones.. Without the safty measures now in place. It would, if nothing else, be a perfectly smooth ride.

 

The inner doors finished closing before the outer, the airlock being sealed before the vacume would rip the air out of the compartment. There was a moment of silence, and then a sublte shift backwards as the car was pulled away from the edge of the shaft and centered within the vacume tube. A brief smile of anticipation, though no one else could see it, passed over the womans lips in waiting for the sudden, swift movement. Below you, through the fiber-steel floor, you could hear the crackling of electricity.

 

"For the sake of introductions, my name is Ariana. It's a pleasure to be rescuing you today," the woman said, a hint of sarcasm in her tone with the last. "I hope you have enjoyed your stay in hell, now have a nice flight."

 

The next thing your mind could register consited of the following: "Oww..." and a noise that sounded like the ding of a bell. The former was the more overwhelming of the two, your body being pressed into the harness with such force that it drew the breath from your lungs. You were blind to the forces around you, stuck in the darkness of the helmet for what seemed like endless moments. Your chest burned for air, your lungs trying to grasp the last of what oxygen still remained within.

 

Then it was inversed. Your body pressed up against the top of the restraints, as though your feet were trying to get to your skull by going through the rest of your body. The solid restraints kept you from moving and perhaps saved your life... Keeping you from becoming a pancake upon the roof of the cylinder. When the g-forces were finaly equalized, the restraints released.

 

Ariana didn't hesitate. She tore out of her bondings and drew her sword, "we need to get out of here fast, if they cut the power, this thing will drop like a rock. Three hundred floors is a long way to fall." That said, she mashed a fist into the "door" button, opening the air lock and letting in the invasive sound of armored boots hitting a concrete floor.

 

Outside, there was very little to see, save a wall illuminated by spotlights and twisting shadows. Ariana ducked out and around a corner, as if expecting you to follow by instinct. Only the sound of movement and shuffling gave any indication of what awaited around the corner.

 

(A post will be coming up in the other thread with a layout image.)