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Post by Dagothkitty on May 5, 2007 14:16:26 GMT -5
Good work hound. I was going to say what Uesugi said about too much ghosts in the first parahraph, but he beet me to it.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Jun 1, 2007 20:04:17 GMT -5
Dr. Craigorn raised the shotgun to his shoulder and took aim at Mitchell. His body filled with adrenaline and his chest heaved as his heart sped up. The device clinging to his heart beeped loudly to warn him to slow his breathing, but he paid it no mind. He want to focus completely on the mutant standing before him.
"So, one of my ghosts infect you, eh?" said Craigorn with a laugh. "I saw the whole thing on the cameras. They slaughtered your men like the swine they are. You know what happened to the survivors you left behind? I had them brought into here where I could mutate them to fit my needs."
"You're telling me you're controlling these things?" asked Mitchell, his face full of shock. Dr, Craigorn nodded and shifted his gaze to the mutating humans on the lab benches. Mitchell turned around and saw that some of the humans were wearing the very same combat equipment he had been wearing.
"I do control these ghosts. I set them loose to test their capability on the mindless drones of this base. What they didn't know is that the whole reason they had been hired to work here was they were to eventually be sacrificed to the ghosts as a test. As you can see the test worked. A few of those wretches managed to survive like your comrades."
"You sick son of a bitch. When General Fargost hears this you'll-"
"I'll what? Be arrested and sentenced to death? What you don't know is Fargost is part of my plan. The killing of these workers was only stage one. Stage two was having you and the rest of PDA's so-called army to come here. It was all a trap. I wanted to see how the ghosts would fare against trained soldiers so I contacted Fargost and told him to begin stage two. The result? Your first entry a complete failure. The end will be even worse. I'll release my minions into the world and finish the rest of the army. You're wondering how you became infected aren't you? Well, I'll tell you. I programmed some ghosts to perform a certain way. The more advanced ones could even talk. It was quite a show to see some of the workers turn insane after hearing a ghost speak of their imminate death."
"Get on with it old man! Are you going to tell me why I have a ****ing ghost arm?"
"Yes, I am. I implanted a virus in the claws and teeth of some ghosts so they could spread the infection and create more for me to control. Soon you will fully transform and then I will control you too. One last thing, you may have noticed that the original ghosts weren't the smartest enemy. The people behind you will be the next generation. The combination of ghost DNA with that of a human's will create a savage and cunning machine of pure death."
Craigorn laughed like a maniac. He broke into a fit of horrible coughing, but regained his composure. Craigorn lowered his shotgun and pushed up his sleeve with his free hand. On his wrist was a metal implantment with glowing LCD screens and keyes. He pushed a key and one of the screens glowed bright green. The machine holding the bulbous ghost behind Mitchell roared to life. The pumps on the side of it sucked the blood from the monster and sent it through the tubes to the infected humans.
"I control this whole base, boy. You can't do a damn thing to stop me," said Craigorn.
"Oh really?" muttered Mitchell. The mutant roared defiantly and dashed towards the mad scientist with his ghost arm raised. The spikes on the end were aimed for Craigorn's heart.
Dr. Craigorn brought up his shotgun with amazing speed that only an enhanced old man like him could have. He quickly aimed for Mitchell's chest and pulled the trigger once. The tranquilzer penetrated into the mutant's chest, causing him to stumble back. The crazed scientist pumped his shotgun and fired another round. The second tranquilizer hit its mark. They emptied their contents into Mitchell's body.
The soldier's vision swam before him and he felt his body going numb. His assault rifle fell from his hands and clattered on the floor. He looked down at his hands. They became blurry as black spots filled his vision.
"Your head will..." was all Mitchell could say before collasping to the concrete floor and passing out. Dr. Craigorn pressed another key on his wrist pad. Three ghosts entered the room and formed a line beside him.
Dr. Craigorn pointed at Mitchell and said, "Tie him down on a bench with the others."
The ghosts scooped up Mitchell in their clawed hands and placed him on a bench. They tied him down with three straps and attached a breathing tube to his mouth to keep air flowing through his lungs.
"Now go back to patrolling," ordered Craigorn. The ghosts did as they were told. Dr. Craigorn stepped out into the hallway and took a deep breath. He peeled back his labcoat to reveal his custom heart monitor. The implant's screen showed his heart beat was normal. The scientist returned to his lab to plan his next move.
Outside Area 74, Liuetenant Horner and his squad entered the medical tent.
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Post by me on Jun 1, 2007 20:26:32 GMT -5
Sorat wonder why he didn't just shoot the old fart, but I'll chalk that up to brain degeneration
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jul 5, 2007 14:16:31 GMT -5
Crazy old man...
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Post by Uesugi on Jul 5, 2007 14:56:10 GMT -5
"So, one of my ghosts infect you, eh?" Infected, unless it is a dialect, in which case the rest of his dialogue needs fixin'. Dr. Craigorn brought up his shotgun with amazing speed that only an enhanced old man like him could have. Sounds a bit clunky; consider revising.
I liked the update, though I must wonder why it seems this popped up out of the blue...
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Sept 9, 2007 21:49:03 GMT -5
Inside the medical tent Hofner lay on his medical cot in a deep, drug induced sleep. The machines beside him kept him asleep, humming queitly while the doctors examined him. Then they adruptly stopped and his eyes flashed opened. He tried to sit up, but leather straps held him down. The injured soldier could see people standing around him wearing the medic uniform. Their faces were covered with mask and they glared down at him through protective visors. The doctors parted and a tall figure filled the gap. Hofner instantly recognized his captain. "Is he stable?" "Yes, sir. Private Hofner is ready for transport," replied Dr. Nespin. He had taken charge after Dr. Yelson had been murdered by the mutant that was Mitchell. "Good, prepare for pickup. We move in two hours. I want Hofner loaded up and ready to go. Understand?" "Completely, sir!" Dr. Nespin and the other medics returned Hofner to his sleep while Captain Horner and his men exited. Captain Horner reached into the pocket of his environment suit and pulled out a tape player. He placed the headphones over his ears and played the message that Gerard had intercepted from Mitchell's comm unit. "I do control these ghosts. I set them loose to test their capability on the mindless drones of this base. What they didn't know is that the whole reason they had been hired to work here was they were to eventually be sacrificed to the ghosts as a test. As you can see the test worked. A few of those wretches managed to survive like your comrades."
"You sick son of a bitch. When General Fargost hears this you'll-"
"I'll what? Be arrested and sentenced to death? What you don't know is Fargost is part of my plan. The killing of these workers was only stage one. Stage two was having you and the rest of PRD's so-called army to come here. It was all a trap. I wanted to see how the ghosts would fare against trained soldiers so I contacted Fargost and told him to begin stage two. The result? Your first entry a complete failure. The end will be even worse. I'll release my minions into the world and finish the rest of the army. You're wondering how you became infected aren't you? Well, I'll tell you. I programmed some ghosts to perform a certain way. The more advanced ones could even talk. It was quite a show to see some of the workers turn insane after hearing a ghost speak of their imminate death.""Gerard?" said Horner into his comm. "Yes, sir?" replied Gerard. "Have the men been briefed on our mission?" "Yes, sir. Our infiltration of headquarters is established and ready to be executed. We only await you word." "Then move out. I want to be on the plane back to base in no more than three hours." "Yes, sir! Our pickup is on its way." Horner clicked his comm off and stepped into the driver seat of his APC. He started the vehicle and turned the CD player on. Metal music began to play as he put the APC into drive and began the journey to the designated pickup zone. "Fargost when I get back there I will personally see to your demise," swore Horner. END Stay tuned for the next installment. A Bloody Revenge
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Post by me on Sept 9, 2007 21:54:23 GMT -5
"Yes, sir. private Hofner is ready for transport," replied Dr. Nespin. He had taken charge after Dr. Yelson had been murdered by the mutant that was Mitchell.
Private should be capitalized.
"Then move out. I want to be on the plane back to base in no more than three hourds."
Hours
And it look like mr commader is screwed!
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Sept 9, 2007 21:56:46 GMT -5
I'll begin work on "A Bloody Revenge" after I finish "Infection".
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Post by me on Sept 9, 2007 22:00:43 GMT -5
OK then
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