Whatsyourface
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Inside the base, a scientist is standing over a computer. He frees the infected remotely. He then walks down the hallway to a maximum security room and puts his arm over the scanner. He walks inside to a room with a patient strapped in. Constantly having blood tox pumped about. The patient is almost dead. Weakened. However, the scientist free’s him and stops the blood tox from being pumped in. A blackwatch member on the inside walks in.
The scientist is nowhere to be seen when he walks in. However he sees the patient being released from the table in the large room. He goes to the computer and sees the reflection of a man behind him coming up on him and aiming a gun in the back of his head.
He snapped around as the man shot, him missing and shooting the screen. The blackwatched soldier twists the gun from his wrist and disarms him. However. The scientists arms shoot out with poisoned spikes. And then retract back to his wrist. The blackwatch soldier falls paralyzed. The scientist takes the gun from out the paralyzed soldiers hand and shoots him in the face.
Blackwatch and the military in gwneral has grown more advanced in security. Much more than before. Making it difficult for them to get in. Dense and especially strong infected produce more heat. And thermal sensors are implanted throughout the base. Thermal vision being common in blackwatch masks. Not only this, but pressure sensors are put all throughout the bases. This is to measure the weight. Heavy, strong infected who weigh more than 500 pounds will be easily caught. Security Cameras are put throughout the base. If infected attempt to stealth consume within their view. The base will be alerted.
However this scientists weighes little and produces the same amount of heat as a healthy human being. He also killed the scientist from the outside. The patient walks out he door naked and shapeshifts to assume his the form of a military soldier. There were only pressure sensors outside at the checkpoint…
Outside. The flyers begin to swarm flying down in large numbers. The sky basically raining gore as all soldiers shot at them. The infected’s force grew as hunters jumped over the walls. APCs and more Abrams tanks rolled out to combat them. Turrets are maned on the walls to thin the flyers numbers. Bradshaw in his tank shoots a hunter and kills it in one shot. The tanks rounds having little in the way of AOE. It’s a good thing bradshaw was a good shot.
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SR looked to where she pointed and jogged to that direction. He looked up on the front doors of the lexicorp building and looks around. He slows down a walk and his fog comes through pours in his neck. The fog, looks very snow like as it floats around him. It is already programmed to evade being inhaled. As SR walks and the fog follows. Hovering about him. The fog, being capable of forming any 3-D dimensional shape imaginable. And able to become solid, gaseous or liquid, some of it forms a sort of harness around Cassandra. SR being at times difficult to grip. The fog sort of holds her in place. If SR needed to dodge, or block something. He wouldn’t want Cassandra to be tossed off him.
SR navigated well through the area. He moved hurried but cautious. He actually sniffed the air occasionally to find out where she was. Being tall made it hard to navigate through the area due to his large size. He generally had to duck through small doors. Or make the door larger, by simply pushing the walls out.The ability of his feet to adhere to nearly any surface ensured SR didn’t simply push himself back when he did. SR has an idea of where to go as he navigates but not much.
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SR gets on all 4s and takes a stance similiar to a track runner and then runs forward, the force of him pushing off breaking concrete.He runs for a few moments to gain momentum and then takes a large leap about 400 feet into the air and lands on a building with a thud on all 4s, cracking the concrete a bit. He looks around for more drones for a moment. But it’s currently clear as they search other areas. then jumps roof to roof, skyscraper to skyscraper in large bounds. He made sure to soften his landing each time. Since that it is not the fall that kills, but the sudden stop of the fall. He sees a few drones in the distance pass a building and SR jumps to a wall In an alley. And then presumes to run at ground level on two feet.
It was rather clear SR though fast was not the flash. Or superman. He’s much more agile then he looks, as something as large as he is shouldn’t be able to move as quickly as he does. However, SR lacked the handling others with super speed have. To make sharp turns he has to run on all fours. He also doesn’t seem to be able to stop on a dime. Having to break. The faster he moved, the harder it was for him to stop. He was also heavy. Denting the concrete with his movement if he is not careful. SR however kept moving.
However. SR had no idea where he was going. She specified that she wanted to go back to her home. But SR had no idea where that home was. He waited for her to tell him stop as he simply was going generally Northeast as she instructed.
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Jason was on the rooftop as he sees a spark where the bear is. And sees someone get knocked over by a blast. “The hell?” Jason thinks. He hops roof to roof. He sees the kid running away. He is quite the distance away.
Jason backs up. And then gets a running start and jumps off the high building, his arms cackling and then sparking with lightning as he is rocketed fourth some 20 feet into the air. feet away as he ionizes the air for. Then he holds his arms downward to slow his fall, and allow for a rough landing. Jason then from above and behind the kid lands in front of him with a thud and roll. Dragging against the ground as he breaks. “Hey kid…” He says in his moderate toned voice. “Someone messing with you? Why was the guy after after you?” Jason clearly is assuming that someone is wronging this child and that he has done nothing wrong, as he knows little about the situation at all.
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The marines watch ,the whole ordeal. “Well…I didn’t like that guy, anyway.” One marine says lowly “I’m with her.” Another comments. Some marines don’t say anything. They are rather speechless that she just shot the commander like that. However, nobody was willing to take a bullet for that man, especially after he made such a comment.
Bradshaw outside with marines fires at infected while retreating. The goliath smashes it’s arm and charges forward it’s feet shaking the ground with surprising speed. “OH SHIT!!” A marine yells as he fires. Others run. Howver, some are too late . One marine trips and turns his eyes widening as he is soon turned into a smear. Another marine weighed down by gear is about to be crushed when Bradshaw tackles him and picks him up for a momentas the Goliath barely misses and rams into the base. It being reinforced more than other buildings. It shakes, But cant take that many more hits.
Bradshaw yells out. Directing the remaining marines outsidthee. There is one Abrams tank outside. “Everyone, to the tank. NOW. Form a line.” Bradshaw shoots off fires with his LSAT. A hunter jumps over the wall. It jumps to one man and Bradshaw fires a thermobaric grenade at it. Causing a large blast wave as it is deflected. It starts back to it’s feet. “Focus fire on the hunter!” The squad lights the hunter up. Shooting towards the head with their larger caliber guns. As Bradshaw shoots flyers out the sky with grenade, it exploding in mid air as soon as it nears its target
Bradshaw had to rely on the marines. They weren’t all incompetent. More, most of them were unprepared. Blackwatch was made specifically to be able to combat the viral threat. Unlike the marines. Theh hunter runs forward and swipes a marine who dodges its slash. The hunter roars and stands upright, then falls to the ground. Everyone rushes into the tank. As Bradshaw fires a thermobaric grenade to blow away the closest crowd of infected. Everyone jumps into the tank. Bradshaw climbs on and fires on the infected. He reloads as a marine fires and them begins firing again, no end coming to the infected droves.
Bradshaw is last to get in as they climb on the tank. And he gets inside. Shutting the hatch above him. As infected claw from outside. “Can everyone in here pilot a tank?” There is a nodding about inside of the tank. Some “yeah”s and “yes sir.” A general consensus of yes. “Good” Bradshaw says. “I’ll man the turret. Someone mount the browning. I’ll get the turret. Whoever can drive. Drive. Be prepared. We’ll need to do a lot of dodging.” The Abrahms tank was fast. It could go very fast. Up to 60 mph. Just not safe to always go to fast. Treads might rip off.
Tank was being loaded with APFSDS rounds. No explosives, more just raw kinetic energy. A giant, heavy fin stabilized, needle armor piercing projectile propelled at 4-5 times the speed of sound. No explosive radius. However, it can be much more damaging on single target. Bradshaw ordered everyone on the inside. They had to buy them some time on the inside.
The tank rolls over the infected and Bradshaw aims. He had to attack the weakpoints first. The Goliath hits the building, it’s smaller spine like arm going through it. Then it raises it’s club arm up to put all it’s weight into a huge strike to the building. Bradshaw fires into it’s right leg and blows it off with a clean direct hit, causing the Goliath to fall. It’s crash feeling like a small earthquake. “FUCK YEAH!” “It’s not done yet.” The Goliath starts hopping. The ground trembling. As hunters jump over the wall. Bradshaw fires at one hunter as they come in a few packs. Bradhsw fires on one and a marine remotely aims a Browning .50 cak to fire on hunters, the tank driving along in the parking lot.The needle goes through the hunter, killing it in a single shot. The browning browning working well to destroy them.
Backup was on it’s way, but being delayed. This attack seems very coordinated to Bradshaw. The flyers block the sky off. Close off air support. The Goliath demolishes the building. while the rest of the infected fight on the ground.
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SR looks at her when she touches him, and there idly for a moment to translate. He then kneels on one knee and leans his shoulder down low enough. Then puts his opposite hand across himself to act as a stepping stone to his shoulder.
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Name: Joeseph “Lancer” Cross
Age: 39
Appearance: Hardened face. Grey hair. One eye Hazel eye, the other is blind and pale. “Permeneant scowl.” Has a “Semper Fi” tattoo on left bicep. Rather muscular at 210 lbs. Often wears a standard vest, camoed pants and a full headed lightweight metal mask. Often repainted for missions, with the blind eye portion of the mask sealed over, as if it wasn’t there. When not “Deathstroke” colored, often is camoed to fit the mission.
Personality and skills: Bradshaw is a very quiet man. He is often quiet and isolative. Brutish in nature and behavior. Somewhat arrogant. Enjoys killing. Calm in down time and stealth. Loud in the heat of battle. Seems unstable. Often provocative. He is however, he is very intelligent. Knowing much about chemisty, and weapon construction. Very good tactician. Good in weapon construction and even invention. Good at improvising. Some engineering. His is a very good shot and a decent pilot. He excels in CQC. Very strong. Strength in joints as well as muscle is in muscles as well. Very fast. good at figuring out an enemy’s weakness. And is good with a variety of bladed weapons, including knives, swords, fistload weapon, and Tomohawks. Often modifies assortment with many makeshift, but deadly modifications. Such as knives that inject compressed air and vibrating, heated electric high frequency metal knuckles to damage most opponents. High reflexes. Good marksman. Good with sniper rifles and at using heavy weapons when necessary, however, is skilled with most forms of firearms period. Excels with shotguns.
History: “I was in the marines. Was a pilot. Marksman. Not much to it really…”
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Bradshaw hears a voice appear on his mic, to all blackwatch members. “This red crown to squad one. Large number of hostiles closing in on your vicinity.”
A marine manages to get a signal through to his men. “They’re coming! They’re all coming! They got this thing with and it’s fucking HUGE!” The panicked marine states to his fellow men.
People begin to get ready. As an alarm soundsThe scientists being evacuated. The marines running gathering their arms. 2 blackwatch personel are assigned to escort. And they pick 5 marines to go with them.“Lucky fucks” 1 marine commments. Bradshaw walks calmy along. And walks outside. Marine commanders shouting. Commanding everyone to man the walls. People look up and there is a shadow as a swarm of flyiers begins to descend on the base. Gunfire can be heard for miles as everyone fires into the air as they swoop down on everyone. Some of them flying into grounded choppers, destroying them.
Bradshaw aims in the air and shoots out 4 flyers diving at him. He sees them dogpile a marine, mauling him as he then fires on them all. Flyers fall left and md right. However, their numbers are unceasing. In the distance a roar is heard. As a Goliath is seen. He roars and the ground starts shaking. Men dismount turrets on the wall and run as it bursts through the wall. Causing rubble to fly. Bradshaw rolls as a giant slab of concrete flies past.
Bradshaw looks up at the giant monster aiming his gun. His eyes narrowing. He backs away from the monsters as it’s head goes about. It looking at the building. Still outside as infected pour in. And it walks towards the building.
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Garret walks in the street and wonders. “Why am I carrying these things?” Garret pulls out his phone for his map app. He searches for the nearest car dealership.
An hour later. *VROOM* Garret comes to stop at a red light. He is driving a Jaguar C-X16. He gets a call on his phone and picks up. The light turns green and he continues to drive. He listens to the call. “Alright.” Garret drives over to china town.
Garret is standing on a street corner. Near the iceberg lounge. He is seemingly consumed by his phone as he walks around a street corner and bumps past a large man and into the leader of the Gotham branch of the golden dragon street gang in chinatown. He is an old man. as Garret puts his hands up defensively upon seeing him, making a slight flicking of his wrist gesture when he bumps into him. A slight click being heard. A tatooed Asian man shuns Garret back, causing him to take a few steps back. The man punches Garret, and then a man tackles him and gets off him. “This guy needs to lern some respect eh boys?” A person says stomping on Garret’s chest as he struggles. Gritting his teeth. “Get. Off…me” Garret says struggling. “Nah man” He says “You learn respect. This is Wui-Jang.” He cracks his knuckles.
“You respect.” He stomps on Garret’s face. Pinning his face to the concrete. The rest start kicking and stomping Garret violently as he grunts and struggles. After about 10 seconds the man holds up his hand. “I think he has had enough.” He says as he walks by. Leaving Garret as he staggers to his feet and one guy kicks him over again.
Garret is helped up by a random middle aged passerby, who saw the entire scene of the men jumping Garret. “I’m fine.” “You sure pal, they were goin’ on you pretty hard…” “It’s alright.” “You have to watch out. You can’t be on your phone all day…you sure your alright man?” “Yeah…Yeah.” Garret replies. He dusts himself off. Then gets in his car. He takes out his phone. And looks at his phone. He smirks a bit to himself as he drives off.
Inside the lounge the current golden dragons leader is walking with a young woman laughing, a drink in his hand. He takes a sip. He is followed by his entourage. Suddenly he clenches his chest. And falls on his knees. The woman gasps and looks fearfully on him. The man’s eyes roll into his head and he falls to floor paralyzed. He twitches his eyes darting about as he drools from the mouth having a seizure. The woman screams and runs. His men surrounds him shaking him others looking back in fear., as his eyes go still “Boss?! BOSS!!!” He loses control of his bowels as he relieves himself on the ground..
Garret looks at a small needle gn. A very small wound. Hidden up his sleeve. Mounted on his wrist. Loaded with tiny ice needles.Each filled with 200 nanograms of botulinum poison. Launched when he bumped into the man. His target. He pulls out his phone and calls someone. “It’s done.” After about 10 seconds he hangs up. And continues to drive. “Pretty soon, I’ll be able to able to finish that jet. At this rate. All it took was to roll with a few punches…” He thinks. “This power vacuum can prove very profitable.” Garret thinks as he continues to cruise through Gotham’s streets.
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In a military base off away from the city, in the yellow zone of Los Angeles, a military base has been established. Inside this base are around 60 or marines, 12 blackwatch and 20 scientists. Deep within the labs various types of infected are being held.
In one large reinforced room. A man by the name Eric Bradshaw is watching an experiment on a group of hunters. Inside with two brawlers, a group of infected humans are released. On the other side a group of normal humans is released. Spectators watch from the 1 way window. The hunters stand turning to the humans and wander over to them. One runs to the side and a brawler looks to it. Then it runs over and pounces him. The brawler’s teeth enter the man and blood splatters. The other hunter runs and raises its claw and blood splatter a few moments later 12 feet into the window.
Bradshaw looks to the window. Then down at the hunters. A scientist leaves and vomits in the trashcan. Other scientists look at him strangely. “Where did they find him?” A scientist mutters. “Ugh. Someone go tell him to get a hold of himself.” A scientist goes to help the vomiting man.
Bradshaw watches the man vomit for a moment then returns his attention to the brawler. By now they are done with the civilians. And turn there attention to the other walkers. One ignores them completely. The other picks him up a tumored. “They seem to have a feigned interest in the walker infected.” One scientist says “It would seem so…” another rplies
Outside there a feint shaking of the ground. As something is approaching. Something large. Slowly. But surely. Getting closer. Not very noticeable right now. People still proceed as usual…
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Name: Eric Bradshaw
Race: Human
Role: Marine
Appearance: 5 ft 11. Male. Full body armor. Gas mask. Hood. Weaponry.
Abilities, equippment and skills: Carries XM-29 OICW assault rifle with air burst grenades built in. Carries sharpened taser electric knife to override muscle input and stun or kill foes by electrifying them from the inside out. Electric current heats knife. Carries Panzerfaust-3 Anti tank Launcher capable of killing hunters in one or two hits. Has ceramic “dragon-scale” armor made to be difficult to cut and pierce. Type-IV ballistic protection. Carries M1911 pistol. Incendiary grenades. Arsenal increases as the story progresses.
Highly trained. Honed reflexes. Overall very fit and well rounded. Very accurate shot. Clever and Savvy.
Morality: Believes the infection should be contained and that it should be destroyed. By whatever means.
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He looks in the direction she points in, listening to her. When she finishes, he nods. And walks on all 4s to look outside the alley. He breathes out carbon dioxide in a steam like manner through the holes in the front of his head.
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SR stares at her for a while, an alien language appearing on his hud. It translates her language to one SR can actually understand. He slowly nods after about 10 seconds. Earth’s languages were rather well known amongst the universe. It is one of but many languages SR’s software can translate for him.
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SR-53 was looking at her scanning body composition, when suddenly an absolutely enormous amount of drones enter. It heard the drones approaching and turned sharply as she pointed to them. As they swarmed he backhanded 8 away with a hefty swing. Then turned back to find he couldn’t see Cassandra anymore. There were so many of them, of these drones. SR had learned to hate these things.
He heard her yelling “Let me go!” He rammed through the drones smacking a sort of fog emanated from his shoulders as he walks forward. It surrounds a drone and shrinks crushing that drone. It goes over to the rest crushing them. Cassandra feels as if she landed on a cloud as the fog quickly goes to the floor below her and she floats to SR’s chest. Some of the fog wraps around her and SR forming a sort of baby harness like mold, attaching her to him.
SR-53 crouches down as he holds him arms to shield Cassandra. Then jumps off leaving a crater he jumps out the swarm to the side of a building. SR hears the drones chasing him and then jumps off the building, seemingly soaring through the air until he lands on a rooftop and doesn’t stop as he jumps away. Not wanting to lose momentum. He jumps to the side of a building and runs rapidly along the side leaving footprints in the wall and lands on the streets as he starts running. Getting faster and faster. He is at 60 mph and accelerating as he sees a small building ahead he holds his arms forward to shield Cassandra *CRASH CRASH CRASH* He sees a manhole in the street leading to the sewers.
He jumps over to it and raises his fist and he smashes a large hole in some shallow ground towards the sewers. And then jumps over into a dark alley. SR crouches down, and the fog lets Cassandra go. She has to lay on the floor as SR won’t let her get up. The fog forms a dumpster around the two as SR completely curls up around her. Not putting any of his weight on her.
Outside. Many of the drones fly into the sewer. Other fly about for a few minutes. Searching the area. One looks over the dumpster, and cannot see either of them. As SR is electromagnetically shielded. Cassandra’s heat signature is hidden. The drones after a few minutes disperse to search for the two.
The fog disperses and SR gets up off Cassandra. The fog seems to fly backing into SR through small pours in his back, behind his shoulders. Which then close. SR looks about standing straight up. Then back down Cassandra as he gets back down on all fours, like a gorilla. SR stands idol. Unaware of where to go. Or what to do exactly. He stops looking around. And then looks to Cassandra.
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After that, things, didn’t go as badly as Jason had thought. He had still gone to prison but it was a pretty easy sentence. 4 years.
In prison, to Jason’s surprise, they were like family to him. He picked many skills. Jason could fight. He worked out, and the innmates trained eachother. Jason had a quick jab, a deadly right cross and he knew several ways to break a man’s bones.
He also learned how his lightning worked. It follows the path of least resistance. It can make the temperature jumped to as much as 54,000 F, or 5.4 times the surface temperature of the sun. It can be as loud as 120 decibels. Around that of an explosion or jet engine. Enough to cause pain and even deafen people. The flash was bright. The longer the lightning bolt, the more energy that is required.Even if it is for a few moments. A full fledged lightning bolt channeled like that was deadly.
He got out, and the girl was alive. Her family forgived him. But Jason will never forget that day.
Jason had been staring at his sandwhich for 5 minutes. Its gotten cold.
“Fuck…” He thinks. He microwaves it, and then takes it and eats it. As he works at his desk.
After about an hour, he puts on his gloves. They harden when an electric current is channeled within.
And he picks up his Gauss rifle. And some capacitors in a bag. After a quick heavy bag workout, Jason is off into the city again, as he creates a plasma channel within his hands to rocket up to a building. He hops rooftop to rooftop. To see what all this noise and ruckus is about.
(Thanks Bell. You took away my writing mojo)