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#Post#: 5719--------------------------------------------------
Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: TheCyclonicStorm Date: February 6, 2015, 11:13 pm
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Rob poked his head around the corner, surveying the streets as
he walked, a habit that had grown on him during his many
missions to Europe and Africa. As per usual, there was nought
but rubble and ruin on those streets, corpses decaying as he
walked by them. When he turned the next corner, he found the
warehouse - large, imposing, and just as ruined as the rest of
York. He still had to expect a portion of the building was
intact, or he would return to America very angry, and his
superiors would be even more so. He picked his way past the cars
and rubble, skirting around the corpses crawling with flies and
maggots, with their eyes pecked out by crows. A bus had crashed
during the chaos, into a semi-trailer carrying oil, and the
burnt bodies inside were all children.
Rob reached the warehouse, which he had to walk around in its
entirety twice, to find a human-sized door, which, eventually,
he found by moving a large piece of concrete out of the way with
a shovel lying close by. He yanked open the rusty door, and
stepped in tenderly - although anything inside would have
already been alerted by the sound of the door being opened. Out
of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash - black, and easy to
miss, but it had moved, and it had sent several stones
skittering across the concrete floor.
#Post#: 5781--------------------------------------------------
Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: GRACETHEDUCK Date: February 7, 2015, 4:34 am
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[quote author=Aidan Von Atapas link=topic=38.msg5457#msg5457
date=1423246191]
The African's camp was fully awake when General Hassan bin Jar
reached it. He had planned on it being undisturbed and sleeping
when he arrived, as is the custom amongst African military camps
during the hot hours of the day; but after watching the
movements of the soldiers within the camp for a quarter of an
hour, his eyes lit up with joy upon realizing that it wasn't
merely active, it was in turmoil.
Now every good African soldier is taught how to wake up with his
fists swinging, but very few African soldiers in those days were
taught how to gain possession of their confused senses and open
fire on an enemy. Thus, Hassan bin Jar knew what havoc could be
wreaked on the disorderly Africans, and he was about to take
full advantage of the situation.
Why was the camp in such disorder? Hassan bin Jar did not know
why, but it worried him only slightly. It was impossible that
the Africans could know of his coming, for only he had know that
morning where he was leading his troops, so betrayal was
impossible. If it was an enemy of theirs, it was a friend of
his; and if it was merely a wild animal, well, the battle that
was soon to happen would soon scare it off.
As the General was contemplating all this, the tandem-rotor
military helicopter that had been, up until this point, sitting
quietly in the middle of the camp, roared to life. Dust flew
everywhere as the helicopter's blades began spinning, and the
nearest tents broke away from stakes, rebelliously flying away
from their owners in the sudden gust of air. Whatever had
disturbed the camp, it was serious enough to risk blowing away
everything in an effort to find it.
The helicopter lifted off the ground. Ten feet, twenty feet,
thirty feet; it stopped suddenly, as if deciding which way to
turn; this pause cost it its life. The General held up a
clenched fist, that was the signal. A jet of fire spurted forth
from a small clump of bushes, and the combustible cartridge it
propelled flew towards the helicopter with a scream, almost akin
to a battle cry. It hit the rear rotor, and exploded, sending
fragment of steel whistling through the air. The helicopter
shook for a moment, and then fell to the earth, crippled by the
loss of half of its lift.
If the camp wasn't in confusion before, it sure was now. The
helicopter exploded, bodies flew everywhere, and metal fragments
embedded themselves in screaming Africans. Blood poured from
just about everyone, and the one hundred tents the encampment
consisted of were all soon enveloped in a relentless inferno.
Hassan bin Jar shouted over the noise into his radio:
"Go!"
His thick Arabic accent was like a fuse that set off fifty
bombs. That one single word brought death to the Africans,
delivered by little metal messengers. The distinctive 'pop-pop'
of rifles mixed with the rapid staccato of fully-automatic
weapons, adding to the confusion. Tongues of fire spurted from
the jungle surrounding the camp, and the screams of the dying
were hardly heard above the sound of guns and the occasional
missile. The Africans tried to identify the enemy, but failing
to determine from whence the shots exactly came, they fired
wildly into the underbrush; which did almost nothing but waste
ammunition.
After twenty minutes of fighting, the African resistance was
completely decimated, and the troops of Hassan bin Jar rushed
into the camp to capture the living and carry off anything
useful than the fire had spared.
The General watched all this happen with a satisfied smile on
his lips. His graying hair spoke of age, but physically he was
still as muscular as any of the men under him. His piercing
black eyes surveyed the battlefield; his right hand fingered the
handle of the Glock handgun as his side, and he cradled in his
left arm the M14 service rifle that had been personally
responsible for taking out the leader of the camp.
While Hassan bin Jar stood watching the actions of his men,
Rokoff Statnik, the General's second-in-command, approached him
and saluted.
"General," Rokoff said in his Russian accent, "we have captured
seven Africans who were yet living. Shall we kill, or do you
wish to question first?"
"No, do not kill them. I whish to question them first. The camp
was disturbed when we arrived, I want to know why." Hassan bin
Jar handed his rifle to Rokoff and walked towards where he could
see the small group of African soldiers collected, and under
guard.
"Do you speak English?" The General addressed this question to
the soldier who, by his markings, was obviously the highest
ranked officer amongst the seven.
"A little bit bwana, my father taught me when I was young."
"Answer me candidly, then, and I shall not do away with you or
your comrades. Why was the camp in confusion this evening, when
it should have been asleep?"
The African hesitated a moment, deciding whether or not to
answer, but a menacing gesture from one of the guards persuaded
him. "A thief stole from us papers, bwana."
"Important papers?"
"Yes bwana, plans and chart."
Hassan bin Jar's eyes lit up at the mention of plans and charts.
"Did you see this thief?"
"No bwana, I did not, but this man tells me it was a girl." The
African gestured to one of his fellows, as he said this.
"How did a girl slip past your guards?"
"I do not know bwana, the guards may have slept."
"Which direction did she run when she left you?"
"This man says she went that way." He pointed.
"Did she have a vehicle?"
"I do not know."
"What was she dressed in?"
"I do not know bwana, she was gone before anyone could look."
Hassan bin Jar nodded, and motioned towards a supply truck which
had not been damaged in the fighting. "Load these men into that
truck," he told the guard, "blindfold them, and take them back
to camp."
"Yes sir."
"Rokoff," the General addressed the Russian, who had followed
him, "gather eight men together, we have hunting to do."
[/quote]
Was dat me?
#Post#: 5791--------------------------------------------------
Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: TheCyclonicStorm Date: February 7, 2015, 5:24 am
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Conspiwacy!
#Post#: 5806--------------------------------------------------
Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: K Date: February 7, 2015, 6:26 am
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Please excuse my bluntness in the next hour or so, I have a lot
of anger I need to get out of my system
I think it is, Grace
#Post#: 5933--------------------------------------------------
Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: GRACETHEDUCK Date: February 7, 2015, 11:43 pm
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I just need to check, coz I only stole food, not secret papers.
I thank.
#Post#: 5971--------------------------------------------------
Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: TheCyclonicStorm Date: February 8, 2015, 1:03 am
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[quote author=K00-Gentleman and Royal Heavy Launcher
link=topic=38.msg5806#msg5806 date=1423312018]
Please excuse my bluntness in the next hour or so, I have a lot
of anger I need to get out of my system
I think it is, Grace
[/quote]
Use Italics when talking in non-canon.
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Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: K Date: February 8, 2015, 2:12 am
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[quote author=TheCyclonicStorm link=topic=38.msg5971#msg5971
date=1423378991]
[quote author=K00-Gentleman and Royal Heavy Launcher
link=topic=38.msg5806#msg5806 date=1423312018]
Please excuse my bluntness in the next hour or so, I have a lot
of anger I need to get out of my system
I think it is, Grace
[/quote]
Use Italics when talking in non-canon.
[/quote]
Oh... I forgot...
The boat was finally ready to run after two days, giving the
slower task forces of the other cities a chance to catch up.
We boarded the ship and set sail for Brisbane...
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Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: Aidan Von Atapas Date: February 20, 2015, 3:02 am
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[quote author=GRACETHEDUCK link=topic=38.msg5933#msg5933
date=1423374222]
I just need to check, coz I only stole food, not secret papers.
I thank.
[/quote]
Yes, it was, originally. If you don't want it to be you, I can
develops the story in a different way. I wrote it thinking that
in your hurried search for supplies, you accidentally grabbed a
tin that did not contain food, as you thought, but maps and
plans.
#Post#: 6879--------------------------------------------------
Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: K Date: February 20, 2015, 3:47 am
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After eighteen days at sea, the boat docks at the quay of Darwin
#Post#: 6895--------------------------------------------------
Re: {RPG} The Lost World ~ [VT]
By: TheCyclonicStorm Date: February 20, 2015, 7:33 am
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Rob picked his way over the rubble strewn across the warehouse,
evidently scattered structure from the ceiling, roof and walls.
He didn't want to injure himself; he was a long way from the
plane, which only had a first aid kit and someone who didn't
know how to do first aid. This person, or animal, for that
matter, obviously didn't share Rob's concerns.
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