Warzone 2120 storyline fun

[errorcoebin]

thx.

i still busy,

Roux Le Corp.. nice story..

[BlueMaxima]

"DUCK!"
"Dan, it's just a duck."
"RADIOACTIVE DUCK!"
"No, just a duck."
"Oh, OK then."

[BlueMaxima]

And some actual story

Warzone 2100: Scavengers Detected

Prologue: The World We Made

July 27, 2105. The end of the world has come and gone – the human race finally pissed off the wrong guy, who proceeded to reverse-engineer a nuclear missile defence system and use it to make the planet half-inhabitable.

Nevertheless the human race took cover, survived the winter and came out of the little hole it made for itself. Some merely banded together to live the rest of their lives in a radioactive hellhole. Others attempted to retake the barren wasteland that was our planet.

One other little group arose from the ground though. These people travelled the United States, groups Alpha, Beta and Gamma, and searched for pre-Armageddon technology, including full-body cyborg mechanical suits, vertical take-off and landing flight tech, and managed to regain control of the network which destroyed the world. They defeated several bands of scavengers, and some of the most dangerous post-Apocalypse bands – the New Paradigm, the Collective and the catalyst of the end of human life, NEXUS.

Eventually, life on Earth returned to normal under Project wing, with manufactured food and water making life close to normal for the survivors of the end. Scavenger bands, almost apelike in intelligence, merely couldn’t accept the idea of another mother power hanging over their heads, and remained in their groups, sometimes raiding the Project for more supplies.

Our story begins at the fifth group of the Project, established after the Great NEXUS War, Group Epsilon, sent to scout Washington D.C. for more pre-Collapse technology. Avoiding the great piles of rubble and the giant crater where the White House originally used to be, scavengers and isolated pockets of radiation, Group Epsilon eventually reached the Pentagon, arguably the most technically advanced pre-Collapse structure still standing in the United States, and set up camp.

Two years in is when a small scout group from Epsilon started their search for even more pre-Collapse tech. The more the better, Epsilon Commander said. You never call your commander by his first name.

One: Guess Who’s Back

Walking through the decaying buildings and overgrown roads of Washington D.C., several men, almost unidentifiable due to their large white bodysuits, and heavy breathing emitting from the headgear, stomped, staring at the wreck of the world around them.

“Remember, don’t take your suits off for anything, we still haven’t recovered Geiger counters yet,” one yelled.
“I don’t want to hear it again, colonel jerk,” said another casually.
“Just reminding you,” repeated the first.
“SHUT UP!”

They stopped walking. Several high-reaching buildings surround the group of six, and they surveyed the wreckage.

“Gentlemen, search the buildings. Shoot to kill.”

Two by two, they picked a building. Two walked into a 3-story apartment complex; two walked into a five-level tower, and two examined an old house. (Just for the sake of story enhancement, we’ll follow the last two.)

“Jared, remember the signal. Repeat it to me just in case.”
“*bzzt*”
“It’s actually the word ‘whistle’, dimwit!”
“Fine, whistle, George!”

They quietly opened the door, and very lightly walked in to avoid disturbing the eerie peace of a bombed-out house. A loud, large creak came from under the house. Jared pointed downwards, George nodded. They unhitched pistols from a small pocket in the suit.

Taking very minimal steps around the house, they passed by a window with a single, rotten pie container, a rocking chair with a skeleton still sitting in it, and an old TV covered with dust. “Poor thing was just waiting for some nice lunch…” George whispered.

Reaching a small, exposed door with a set of stairs leading downwards, and flashing coming from below, Jared and George looked at each other. “How…?” they mouthed.

They gently stood on one step, then another, then another, and bent down, so that the basement was in view to the both of them. Cluttered with random, yet slightly-well preserved crap due to the underground structure, several men, dressed in nothing but scraps and covered in dirt and blood, stood in front of a flashing object. A voice, somewhat robotic and mechanical boomed:

“Thank you for reviving me, gentlemen. Your reward will come shortly. I just need a little more effort from the whole of you. I will reward you with the status of kings among-“

CRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK!
“Oh f**k.”
“Get them!”

The suited gentlemen ran back up the stairs, Jared proceeded to trip over the top step and landed with a bang, cracking his helmet. “sh*t! sh*t!”

George whipped around, and aimed down the staircase. “Nobody comes in view of the staircase!” he yelled, and then whispered, “Are you OK Jared?”

“I’m fine, but my helmet’s broken, I’m pretty sure we came through a rad-zone.”
“Not good…not good…”
“GET THEM!” the voice boomed.

Two of them held small metal objects around the corner and threw them up the staircase. Jared sat up and took the objects to the chest. He looked at them. “Shrapnel…useless against the suits.”

BANG!

A gunshot rung out from the basement, and Jared opened his mouth, closed it, and fell over, a slowly expanding red stain coming out of his stomach. "f**k! f**k! Not good!" He put his hand to his ear.

"This is George! Jared is down and I need backup!"
"We're on the way!"

George reached around the corner, and pointed down with his firearm. "Oh dear god." Three men were standing there, aiming at the bottom of the case. "You! No move!"

"Good men, we need a Project member!"
Greg yelled back. "Who are you?!"
The voice was kind enough to reply. "You might remember me, you may not. They call me Doctor. Doctor...Powell."
"Well, Doctor Powell, why do you need a Project member?"
"I'm not spoiling my plan! Kill him!"

The men started to slowly walk up the stairs. George started to shiver, and suddenly he was tackled from the side. He watched two men circle him and the tackler and shoot down the staircase.

"Get Jared out of here!" George yelled.
"Yes sir!" the shooters said.
"Targets down!"

They watched the bodies of the men stand there terrified for a second before falling over. They then followed their orders, picking up Jared's unconscious body and carried him away.

The tackler and tacklee stood up and walked down to the basement, staring at the flashing object. A large, green, pulsing, tattooed with motherboard-style patterns on it's face blared on a computer screen.

"I'm already out of your clutches, Project! Try harder next time! Hahahahahahahaha!"

The monitor switched off.

[Roux Le Corps]

ooooh nexus is a tricky one ^_^

[errorcoebin]

oh noe's!! my story in my map!!! i left it on school!!! danm

[errorcoebin]

guy's, yes im still online... no i don't found my map yet....
my map just, gone. tomorrow get en new one! *smile*

i start working again. don't stop posting plz! (exept you have nothing )

[Roux Le Corps]

will have one on tomorrow for you Capitan ^_^

[errorcoebin]

(@$#!)

store was closed......

eh, too late?
but! i got an new one yesterday!!!!
but first: (@$#!) homework.

[Roux Le Corps]

As I walked towards the scavengers I noticed they had nothing but fear in their eyes, they looked like they had seen cyborgs before, and were too afraid to try and stop me, I stopped right in front of a short man, he had the bulky build of a battle hardened man, he held his rifle with the firmness of a soldier, his stance fixed and ready to act, but his eyes, like the rest of the scavengers, betrayed his body, showing the fear he shared with the rest of them.

As the trikes rattled around the corner he seemed to gain confidence, but I could see he was still afraid.

"KILL HIM!! ARE YOU GOING TO LET THEM HAVE THE FIRST MOVE??" The voice boomed inside my head, so loudly I nearly let go of my control, my arm twitched, and the man in front of me collapsed to the ground, begging for mercy while those close to me sprinted back behind their barricaded wall, or ducking under the windowsills.

"I am not here to hurt you..." I stuttered "I'm lost, just trying to find where I'm from.."

He lowered his arms... and stared straight into my eyes... at that moment i felt... human... I didn't see him as a problem, i saw him as a man, as scared and helpless as any other. I offered him my hand, to help him to his feet, he reluctantly took it, and raised himself up, I shook his hand when he stood up right and leaned down to get his gun, he jumped back, but when i gave him his rifle, he seemed, calm.

"YOU FOOL! THEY WILL BETRAY YOU ANY MOMENT NOW!! KILL THEM! SHOW THEM WHO IS DOMINANT!" The voice was overpowering, I stood still, all focus was on controlling my flamer, i managed a weak 'Get away from me!' before I fell to my knees...

"Are you okay?" the man said as he stood back, he seemed to think a moment before he came over to me again.
"Cut... the..." i tried to finish, but the voice synthesizer stopped working... "I WILL KILL YOU ALL" the voice was not mine, it was the one from my thoughts...
I allowed myself to raise upright and point my flamer at him, only so I could focus on screaming "HURRY CUT THE GAS TUBE!!!"
I then forced myself over into a hunch again, the man stood terrified... he didn't know what to do, I saw bullets hitting the dirt besides me, and I could hear some clanging off my armor. He looked around him, and he pulled out a knife, he stared into my eyes, and I thought that I was doomed, he was going to kill me.

"See? I'M TRYING TO KEEP YOU ALIVE! NOW LET ME!!" I almost let go, he was trying to keep me alive, they WHERE going to try and kill me anyway... I felt myself raise, this time i wanted it to happen, when i felt a pain in my side, the tube was cut and my synaptic link was burning my neck trying to warn me of my weapon being useless...
I threw myself at the ground, with my weapon gone I didn't want to give the scavengers anymore reason to try and kill me.

"Fool! now you are at there mercy..." the voice faded away... and the synaptic link stopped burning... in fact, it was cold.

"I am Arcturus... Arcturus Baral..." The man offered me his hand... "I think you need to explain a few things."

To be continued...

[Roux Le Corps]

aw did this thread die? ~sadface~ :C

[errorcoebin]

Guys, im back. Trained my english, and grammar. (Still, i shall fail.)
Btw, i wan't to make this treat alive again, but i need some help.
I will write again. A longer and better story (With less failures ^^)

Ecb