Darius smirked as he flashed the blade at Luke, shrugging at his remark. "It's made from scrap metal. It wouldn't be worth a whole lot, even if you melted it down and made it into something more practical."




Darius sighed deeply as he saw Edward approach, his stride showing his rage as clear as day.

"Kristen, a word?", Edward said.

As he spoke his voice carried obvious tones of anger, perhaps even hatred. Darius instinctively gripped the hilt of his blade as Edward raised his voice. Anyone on the squad knew it only took a second, perhaps less, for Darius to kill a man once his hand was on the hilt and the target was within striking range. He waited patiently for Kristen's command, however. If she had instructed him to do so, he'd of cut a man he considered a good friend down without hesitation. This was how deep his loyalty ran, loyal to a fault perhaps.

His face remained emotionless and he remained silent but his body language sent out a clear warning: "Walk away, cool down or bet cut down." Darius had hoped Ed would see how he was being controlled by his emotions, but in the event that he didn't his hand remained firmly gripped around the hilt of his katana. One strike and this confrontation would be solved, one strike or one good judgment call on Edward's part.

Edward continued to yell, his anger obviously building. Darius turned to Kristen and awaited instruction, if he struck him down without her say-so he'd be reprimanded or worse. After Edward finished his rant, he appeared to calm down, but Darius knew better. The rage he displayed moments earlier proved he was still boiling over inside, and that was dangerous. Dangerous because he had a weapon, and dangerous because he seemed to lack the control to restrain himself properly.

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Luke stood tall as he could, he was stiller shorter than most of them. " Will everyone calm down and take a breath, we are heading fro the defineing moment of any of our lives and your all bickering like children. Edward show some respect for the woman who took us all in from the cold harsh of the wasteland above. Can we all just please get ahold of our selves and act our age. If anything is down thier, then we need to be a unit. Anyone who has a problem with our leadership structure can talk to me about it. " Luke sat down and began polishing his rings, they mezmerised him in the aqua blue light.
The pod was starting to get closer to the vaut now although nothing could yet be seen. Luke again hered that voice in his head, enchanting and pure " Come, come to Cloud Nine. Never leave."

"Listen luke, when we get back to the surface we will deal with the problem" she said patting her gun "Im sure that your collectors will have quite a hefty amount of loot eh?" as she walked off edward came up and confronted her. After he was done she pulled him along.

"Listen, and sit your ass down" she said pushing him against the back wall, "Humouring him is half the [censored] problem, I dont want everyone here to be [censored]ting themselves becuase you two are getting edgy, these are good men and Moral is half the battle of these men are scared [censored]less when we go down there, or we will be as good as dead if even a [censored] radroach looks at us, If you keep up this disrespect then you wont even be a [censored] private by the time we get out of here... You'll just be a corpse with a bullet in your head. Got it?"

Kristen was starting to get angry, she hated insolent behaviour especially from one of her former lieutenants, the pod started to go dark aside from the grainy black and white shows on the screen, she had her hand on her pistol ready to shoot him if he tried anything further

"You got it? Sergeant!?" she said pushing him into the engine room with his buddy.

She sat back down and continued watching the screen as the countdown on the control panel slowly moved closer and closer to 00:00 she pulled out a bottle of whiskey and passed it around the group, taking sips as it went along.

[censored] idiots she said to herself as she took the final sip from the bottle of whiskey.

Edward

Now he was truly pissed. She just brushed him aside and ignored all of what he had said. He actually had to fight himself to not take out his pistol and shoot her. This wasn't right. He shouldn't have been demoted and brushed off as if he was that insignificant for getting a little worried. Hell, they had a reason to be worried! He looked over at Andy and started speaking to him.

"What the [censored] just happened? We get in here Lieutenants and three hours later we aren't. This just ain't right man. Right now, I'm stuck between killing the lot of them, earning back my spot and just leaving. I don't trust this place, and there is something up with Kristen. And I am never, and I repeat NEVER, going to take orders from that freak Luke. What do you think we should do?" he asked Andy.

He looked down at his pistol and this time he didn't feel the need to go into the main cabin and kill them, so that was a good sign. He stood up as the Pod neared something and he held out his hand to Andy.

"Lets get this over with, mate. But me and you? We have to stick together. Now give me those spare pills you keep. Your not going to be any good if your drugged off your feet..."

I sighed then looked at Ed, I quickly chucked him the spare pills I kept, he caught them quickly and I didn't think about it twice. I didn't care about the drugs anymore, I'd gotten demoted over it... I looked at Ed and grimaced, "You think you have problems? I brought all this [censored] up, and your worrying about yourself? Goddamit, you didn't start this! You don't deserve to be demoted! This is complete utter bull!"

I contained my rage then remained my civil voice, "I really don't like this, it's too easy... We got in so easily, everything's so... Surreal..." I looked at him guiltily, "We shouldn't be here, we shouldn't be anywhere near here. This is underwater, no one's been underwater for so many years now it isn't funny!" I shook my head, "God, Ed, if this is really simple, this'll be the last time we see each other, cause of this demotion I'll be losing wages too much to keep myself going."

I scowled, "I hardly make enough to live because I have to buy my own meds! I can't put up with this [censored] anymore Ed... I almost wish I'd die on this adventure, but hey, from what they're all saying, it'll be to easy..." I bowed my head and I didn't say anymore.

Edward

"Mate the last thing you have to worry about is money. Stick with me, I'm loaded, trust me. What we have to do in there is just watch eachothers backs when it hits the fan, and rub it in their faces when it does. If I don't get the respect I deserve, and by that I mean getting my rank back, I'm out of this team. Kristen obviously doesn't need me if this is how she treats us. Now lets get in there and stay alert, okay? And don't you dare die on me, brother." I said to Andy as I walked out to the engine room.

I walked straight over to Kristen, and spoke to her.

"I'm coming in with you, hell, I'll even be your Sergeant or crap you want me to be, but don't expect to see me after this if you keep acting like this, and I don't take orders from anyone but you either. Now lets go."

He removed his pistol and suited up for combat again, avoiding the others looks as he did so. He went to stand over by Andy once he was done, and they awaited the Pods arrival at 'Cloud Nine'. The tension in the Pod could be cut with a knife.

OOC: I really don't like that Francois has predicted the whole journey. Would have been a nicer surprise. My character is now prepared and will walk in all blarzay on the whole scenario. I agree with is it just me's remark. P.S Sorry about late reply, i had work all day. Thanks for waiting

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Strive liked to try and advance his game at all times, so when most people were playing games, he was training or working out...

Kristen came down the stairs and everyone stood to attention... Strive was pleased by this as the group wasn't going out as much as it used to, and he wasn't interested in the treasure. He had his own mission... to try and find the missing pieces of his life...

After the groups briefing he went to get himself together. He got out of his lightweight training trousers and put on his jeans. He changed his vest, put his brown leather boots on and strapped them tight. He then grabbed his leather jacket, slung it over his shoulder and walked out.

Unlike the others who wielded guns and swords, Strive's weapon of choice was a little stranger. He worked best with a more hands on approach. After rejecting any sort of weapon from the armoury, Kirsten took it upon herself to make him two special power fists to which Strive was most thankful. They were different to a standard powerfist in the fact that they increased his strength quite considerably. Kirsten knew the in's and out's, Strive never thought to question, knowing only that it worked, and worked well. The power and strength he could get out of it, un top of his own was tenfold, not to mention she made it of an alloy that was much lighter and stronger, so repair rate was almost zero. When Kirsten had the time, she did check it over though to make sure Strive was at the top of his game at all times. Strive wouldn't know where to start anyway...

They arrived at the destination and climbed inside the pod. Strive observed the ocean as it flashed by before his eyes. Deeper and deeper... The blue going from baby, to sky, to royal, to marine, to dark, to almost black. It was beautiful. Strive was captivated... So many beautiful colours...

The other's argued but Strive wasn't listening. He was in his own world... He could relate to the ocean... An open expanse of nothingness... This was exactly how he felt... He hated that he couldn't remember anything in his life... Strive's mind started to wonder and he thought back to the day he woke up for the first time...

On the day of his "awakening" as Strive calls it, he awoke in the middle of the wasteland, severly injured, naked and weak... He looked around to see nothing for miles and tried to stand up... He needed to do something... he couldn't stay here... so he decided to make a move... The direction didn't seem to matter but he went with his heart and started limping, stumbling and crawling, calling out in pain as he went...

His chain of thought was interupted by the angry persistance of Edward picking a fight with Kirsten... He watched to see how things would play out...

They were nearly there...

Adam Vimes looked out at the water as he hummed a pleasant tune to himself. He didn't pay any attention to what the others were saying, but just kept on humming, simultaneously removing the clip from his assault rifle, checking the ammo, then sliding it back into place. He turned the safety off as a multitude of fish swam past his eyes then off into the darkness. There were a multitude of thoughts going through his mind at the moment. Would a bullet be able to penetrate this glass if someone got trigger happy? Would the mechanism taking them down be able to take them back up? Would the loot from this raid finally allow him to retire? If he did retire, would he even be able to get back home? Speaking of which, how had he even managed to get here in the first place? That was a very good question for the old man, which he didn't remember the answer to. He pondered that though for a few more moments, until it was replaced with the question of whether or not those fish were edible. He was getting hungry, after all...

He was snapped put of his thoughts of an all you can eat fish buffet by the mention of his promotion. He spun around, a bewildered look on his face. Wait, what? Did I miss something here? A promotion? No, no, no. I know what that word means. Lieutenants, bah! That's a permanent deal. Leads to a desk job and an office and people fetching you coffee and lots of damn paperwork. That's how it worked in Ronto. No, no, no. I just want to get rich, retire, and go home. But I can't say that can I? I'm stuck here, aren't I? With a bunch of nuts that want to blow each others' brains out at least once a mission. Oh dear...

He put an unconvinced grin on his face, turned back around, and began whistling. Poorly. He never could whistle. It was supposed to be an ability expected of the Guard, for some deranged reason, but it had always been beyond his capabilities. It had, however, become a nervous habit of his. He had a bad feeling about this. Good things usually preceded much worse things in his career. Like graduating right before the riots, or finding a refrigerator full of food before finding a group of super-mutants, or chancing across that nice little doggy right before he realized that he was standing in the middle of a minefield. Oh dear...

He watched a rather large, strange looking fish. It looked purple and glittery, and reminded him of something, though he wasn't sure what. He was about to comment on it when it was eaten by a much larger fish with rows of pointy teeth. He decided to keep quiet instead. He threw his assault rifle over his shoulder, pulled out his hunting rifle, and made sure it was properly loaded with the safety off. He did the same with his revolver. He then pulled his assault rifle back out and did his best to steady himself as they descended farther down into the murky depths.

He was getting too old for adventurers in underwater cities that had once been utopias but were now long forgotten. He paused in mid-thought there. Wouldn't that mean he had done something like this before? He reorganized the thought into something much simpler. He was getting too old for adventuring in general. All he needed was a nice, quiet house, a few fully loaded guns, and someone to talk to every once in a while. Preferably not one of the assorted wackos, drug addicts, mad killers, or scarily silent folk with tortured pasts that made up his current group.

OOC: This post is sort of just to get my foot in the door, usually I dont fall behind like this (finals week) sorry.

Clarence watched silently as the colorful images of the projector appeared on the wall before him. They told of a utopian society called Cloud Nine, A load a crap surely thought Clarence. He had heard about what companies like Vault Tec had done to those who had purchased spots in the vaults and he had assumed that this was just another money grabbing scheme.

He took the bottle of whiskey from Kristen and gulped down a bit. It had been awhile since he had drank anythink and the whiskey tasted exceptional. As the display counted down Clarence took out his Journal and began to scribble down some trap ideas using various items in the room, the journal had been a gift from one of the slavers in Paradise Falls from when he was young and it had thousands of trap and gun modifcation ideas in it. Of course much of his knowledge of guns came from his dark past but he had excelled in keeping that part of his life a secret from his new found pseudo-family. After several moments Clarence laid his head back and began to rest, as a Private there was little he could do until he was given an order.

I was sitting quietly, I didn't feel like saying a word, because I was comfortable where I was, I saw a small kind of holo-tape on the wall and I walked over to it. I picked it up and I played it, it was a repeat of the message we'd heard as we first got into the pod, I smiled, how could something so nice be dangerous? Then I shook my head, this was stupid, I was believing everyone else now, I kept myself perked and ready for when we arrived, I made sure I wouldn't die today.

I looked on the walls again, I checked over it all, trying to find anything else of use. I managed to find a short-wave radio sitting on a side panel. No one else had noticed it, so I quickly grabbed it and hid it, I wanted to keep this to myself, I walked over to my pack and stuffed the radio inside. I'd make sure someone else had a radio before I started transmitting... Who knew what else could pick up radio signals down here...

OOC: Sorry for my absense. Me and some friends went out and had a wild time, and I've got a head ache now And I can see that DeadlySin is cracking down with rules like the old days. Good thing

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Sam looked at his guns, listening to all the yelling and arguing amoungst the group. He may have been second in command, but usualy he stayed out of things like this. Small unimportant things. Usually he let Kristen deal with them, she always had a way of getting through to the group. But as things settled down, and Kristen sat back in her seat, Sam was busy playing with his pistols before he holstered them quickly looking at Kristen.

"You shouldn't be so hard on them. But it does do them good." Sam said to kristen sarcasticly, trying to calm her down. She ignored his remark, and handed him a bottle of whiskey that he passed around to the group. Sometime on occasion Kristen and Sam would have drinking matches to see who could stand up the most against the strong taste of whiskey. Usually Sam added some other strong drink in, adding to the power and kick of the drink.

His pistols were in top shape, ready for any Vault Dwellers that got in their way or anything else that got in their way. Sam was ready for action, if there was any at Cloud Nine? He just wanted the loot that was down there, nothing was getting in his way of the loot. Not even his fellow scavangers, if just one of them got in his way, the pistols would be his voice. Sam looked back at the group, they all had quieted down a bit. Hopefully for good now. He looked at them with a sadistic smile on his face.

"When we get to Cloud Nine, you all better keep your mouths shut about anything not related to the mission. I don't care if Kristen is around, I shoot you in the mouth if its non-mission related." Sam said looking at Kristen with a friendly smile. He relaxed back into his seat, and closed his eyes. Cloud Nine was coming soon, and Sam needed his rest.

Luke was practicly jumping in his seat, the treasures bellow called out to him like the sirens from ancient stories, he could never remember how those stories ended though.
Sam had gotten up and made an anouncement, Luke liked Sam and he respected him more than all most anyone in the group. Sam was always focused on his work and ALWAYS got the job done.
Luke had been watching the propaganda on the screens for a while now, the long dead voice so filled with rage and strength in his convictions. The voice on the screens was the voice of a leader, under a man like that a civilisation would surely have thrived, maybe theyd even be welcomed with a feast with lots of beer and pretty women.
Luke could hear it again in its mind "Come, come to cloud Nine, were waiting."
Luke tried to ignore the voice of his greed and walked over Sam " Now, while I understand we don't want people bickering and ruiening the fun of this mission you cant seriously rule out a bit of banter can you. Without some fun this will just be another payday."

Sam opened his eyes, and looked at Luke with all seriousness. His hands twitched on the handles of his pistols. He looked at the group, and back at Luke. He was completely serious about the words he spoke.

"No Luke, to us that's all it should be. Another payday, like any other. Understand? We aren't here to play around for the fun of it. We're here to get a job done, and I'll get that job done by any means necessary." Sam said his hands twitching on the handles more and more.

Sam sat back down, and relaxed back into his seat. Kristen was nursing her whiskey bottle a bit, Sam grabbed it fearcly, and took a swig handing it back. Sam ignored the video and the voice. It was just another thing to get in his way of a payday.

Darius yawned.


He'd been ignored by Kristen, or she simply didn't hear him. It didn't matter, he wouldn't be speaking again until the mission was finished. Speaking with the others only led to conflict, as shown by Edward and Andy or meaningless words that were forgotten minutes later. He figured they had to be getting closer to their destination, the pod had been moving at a fast pace for quite some time now, and if Darius was forced to suffer the less restrained members of the squad for much longer he'd be forced to cut them down.

Darius stopped watching the propaganda after noticing it had looped a few times now. This man had read "Atlus Shrugged" and immediately decided to create some sort of underwater society... Obviously not a stable human being. If a society can be judged by it's leaders mental stability, this underwater dystopia would most likely be made up of lunatics. If that were the case this vault job may prove more entertaining then he previously thought.

Sam had been laying the stern leader routine on thick like he always had when he felt he wasn't getting the respect he deserved.

"No Luke, to us that's all it should be. Another payday, like any other. Understand? We aren't here to play around for the fun of it. We're here to get a job done, and I'll get that job done by any means necessary."

Darius couldn't help but let out a loud yawn again, unintentionally doing so right after Sam finished speaking. He started slowly pacing back and forth from one side of the pod to the other, wondering if he should break away from the group after the mission was finished. He'd been with them for a while, but he hadn't so much as achieved a "Good job!" or "Well done!" let alone one of the promotions Kristen threw out to the others like candy. He realized he'd become bitter and slightly grimaced.

OOC: We arent leaving the pod untill everyone has a chance to post about the streets of rapture... ok?

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"Sorry about before Darius, i was a bit distracted" she said gesturing over to the engine room.

"I think hes pretty amazing actually, imagine building your own city in the bottom of the sea, a place where you can do whatever you want i mean sure youve got your murderers and madmen but jeez, Survival of the Fittest as nature intended, i cant wait to meet him unless hes dead" she said patting him on the back.

She stood up and walked back to the pod, it was slowing down and it was getting darker and darker, kristen watched over the controls with a worried eye, untill she noticed that the timer was slowly counting down 00:32 her eyes widened and she ran to the front of the pod, shutting off the propaganda screen and turning on the lights as she did.

She stared out at the tracks ahead, she saw no lights, no signs of civilisation, maybe the tracks were broken if so how would they get out, she continued watching, staring back at the counter as it continued counting down. It seemd to be going slower and slower with each passing second.

"12 seconds colonel" said someone in the group that had gathered behind her, 10, 9, 8. Kristens heart sank, she felt as though she had doomed her men to a murky death. As the counter reached 4, the pod droped behind an undersea Rock formation, her heart was filled with joy, her eyes lit up with excitement.

The Pod glistened with golden lights as the pod sped along through the streets of rapture, schools of fish and whales could be seen, rare for such vibrant fish species to be seen in the wastes, she put her hand on Sams shoulder and shook him happily.

"This is it Sammy Boy!" she said joyously.

I looked in amazement at the wonderful city before me, a city, beneath the sea. I gasped as I looked in wonder at all the different fish and the wonderful buildings jetting up from the sea floor, I felt a laugh pass my lips and I almost felt happy. I felt my breath choke in my throat as I realised that the place felt unaturally empty, a tear came to my eye as I looked at the wonder and how none had probably seen it for years... I took a breath and I looked at Ed.

I sighed, "Ed, were we wrong, is this all right? I don't know, this place seems so wonderful... It's just... Well, oh my god, look at these fish, oh and that whale..." I swear I sounded like a little kid, but that's how I felt. I felt amazed at the beauty of the lost city, I almost felt like crying but that was stupid. I watched the multi-coloured fish swim by the pod and I felt amazed...

Edward

"I think we were wrong, Andy my man, I think we were wrong. Its like Atlantis, I read about it once. The city that was swallowed up by the sea, and never seen again. How could something so beautiful and... pure, be as evil as we presumed? It must not be..." he muttered back to Andy as he looked upon the city.

It was so pure, and clean. Nothing like the dirty, ugly, evil wastes that lived above. For the first time in his life, it felt like nothing had happened. There was no great war, no nukes, no mutants. Just this. He almost felt like stepping foot in it would ruin its beauty, because of his ragged appearance. Almost.

The only thing that marred its beauty was how desolate it was. There was no movement, which made it look lonely, and isolated. At the same time though, it made it look even more pristine. He couldn't wait to get down there and see it all. He was captivated by it.

As the pod came closer and closer, even more details became clear to Edward, until he could make out every detail of it, and it only kept getting more beautiful. He sighed, realizing what they were about to do. They were going to desecrate this place and all of its beauty. Strip it down and steal its treasures. He felt like he was robbing a grave.

Harley stood up and walked over to the window. He was glad that those idiots were done having their little power tantrum's and finally shut up. It almost seemed like there would be a mutiny, thats what happens when you have people who think they don't have to take orders or if they think that they should be the ones in charge. He slid his black revolver into his saddlebag, it wasn't like he would be needing it for a while.

He walked over to the window and looked out at the water.

Cloud Nine, supposedly a huge vault-like city underwater. It must be the worlds greatest vault. And we are going in, to see it first hand. Harley thought as he looked out over the endless nothingness of the water. What will it be like in there? What sort of stuff will they find? So many questions would soon be answered. The trip in the pod was nerve racking. It took ages and all you could do was wonder what they would find, or in some of the other's case, having a little fight over utter meaningless crap.

Harley lent against the window staring out and laughed when he heard Sam, he must of thought he was the tough when he announced "When we get to Cloud Nine, you all better keep your mouths shut about anything not related to the mission. I don't care if Kristen is around, I shoot you in the mouth if its non-mission related."

Yeah right, like people aren't going to talk, just because someone throws out a few threats. Harley thought, laughing to himself.

There was a lot of hostility between some of these guys. You'd think that they could just get over themselves. Everyone thinking they were better than the next. It was a joke. Everyone had a gun or weapon, and could easily shoot someone, it wouldn't make then any better.

Harley lent on the glass, looking out at the sea creatures. He thought about finding parts for the bike. It was obvious that even though they were a group, you had to look out for yourself because these guys obviously couldn't be trusted that much, by the way they question Kristen's leadership and decisions.

He started to see the rough shape of the city. Amazing, simply amazing, He thought, how did they make this? What would it have taken to get a place in this city? All questions Harley was asking himself, as the pod got closer to the city.

As they approached the city Darius remained indifferent to the sight, his hands in his coat pockets and his facial expression blank. Inside, however, he was mildly impressed. The man that created the underwater metroplis was brilliant, he had to be. Of course brilliance goes hand in hand with insanity, so Darius was going to walk into the situation expecting the worst possible scenario. If things turned out okay, he'd simply be that much more content.

He spotted several different schools of fish that had remained "pure" due to being so far below the surface and took a mental picture. Darius' favorite hobby involved taking "snapshots" with his mind and researching things he previously knew little about during his free time.

It would've taken years to create such a place and the creator would've had to do it in secrecy, Darius was almost positive the U.S. government wouldn't allow something like this to go on without their say-so. Whoever this man was, the one speaking the propaganda perhaps, would've had to have nearly unlimited resources. Unlimited resources meant a great deal of loot, and that train of thought eventually led to Darius blurting out two words: "Early retirement..."

Darius immediately began checking all of his gear, the straps attaching his kevlar to his chest, the Sig Sauer holstered in a dockers clutch to his left (a holster slung just blew his shoulder). He didn't need to check the blade, he'd been sharpening it for half of the trip. Now it was the waiting game, and this waiting game was more difficult. He didn't know what would lie in wait when the pod reached the end of the line, it could've been literally anything. Everyone else seemed too obsessed with the fishes and whales to consider this, so Darius would have to.

Taking one look at the glorius city Clarence knew he had been wrong. This underwater vault was perhaps the most brilliant thing he had ever seen. Schools of fish darted past the pod in a flurry of color and movement. Surely the tech in a place like this was some of the most advanced in the world, who knew how many brilliant scientists had worked on this vault. Above all though Clarence hoped that there was plenty of booze and little combat.

As he waited for the pod to come to a halt Clarence took to patching up his tattered armor using some of the kevlar patches scavenged a few weeks ago, and cleaning out the barrels of his shotgun. The old gun was beginning to rust in several spots and was becoming less and less reliable, he hoped it would hold up for at least this scavenge but seeing the size of this place he wasnt so sure his gun would hold up for the several weeks it could take to fully clear this place. If all else failed he hoped the vault had some sort of armory or security force from which he could recover a weapon or at least enough parts to fashion himself a few traps in case of any resistance.

The people around started counting down so Strive got up and stood at the front of the pod looking out into the ocean.

Then, clear as day infront of them, the city stood in all it's shining glory out infront of them... a whole city. "Look's like you've hit the jackpot..." Strive said to the rest of the group, but his facial expression did not change.

The induction video was on loop but Stive hadn't been paying attention. He was lost in the blue expanse of nothingness...

Suddenly he tuned in to what the owner of this fair city was saying... "I built...RAPTURE...r&p$t!`e...raaaapptuurrreee...RA*SSHSHSHSHSS*ure...RrAaPpTtUuRrEe..." his mind was rushing, blurry flashes of epilepsy engulfed his brain... He had spent what felt like years hollow inside, now it was filled with white noise and an epileptic fit of colours...

Strive fell weak and flopped to his knees with his eyes closed and his head facing the floor...

His mind stopped rushing and returned back to normal... He came back to reality and some of the members were looking at him...

"I think I need some air..." Strive said getting up and sitting in a chair...

what just happened to me...

Adam's bad whistling stopped as soon as he saw the city. He was left completely speechless as a whale passed by the pod. It looked like Ronto, but new and shiny. Untouched. Yet still strangely dead, perhaps in a more frightening way. Ronto was an old city, falling apart and dying, but there was still life in it. It was a horrible sight, but a welcome one for weary travelers. This city though... It was perfect, but seemed empty. And Adam knew better than anyone here that there's no such thing as perfection.

He watched the fish swim by and began humming again. Things would certainly be interesting. He liked interesting. Well... He liked interesting when interesting didn't kill him, and so far it didn't look deadly at all.

He heard someone, Darius, he thought, mention early retirement. He gave a quick laugh at the thought. "Early retirement for you, maybe, but a late and deserved one for me."

He fidgeted as he stared down as the city, and a rather interesting thought struck him. This place is a goldmine of technology, right? And it looks abandoned, right? It's isolated from the rest of the world, cut off from the chaos. Now that we know this place exists, what would stop people from coming here and trying to live here? It looks perfect. Far too perfect...

He turned around just in time to see Strive fall to his knees. He watched him curiously as he got back to his feet and took a seat. Now what is it those old fantasy books always said about people with amnesia? Oh yeah, they always end up being royalty, or a god, or something. Hmm... That would make for an interesting story to tell later on...

As the pod slowly came into its resting birth, some voices started to pvssyr and guns started to be loaded, kristen looked around the outside of the pod so far it was pretty much normal, aside from some frayed wires and some broken machines, but hey that was normal atleast for the wastes, she started the decompression routine. 3 minites and it would be done they would be ready to go into the city and plunder till their hearts content, or atleast the pod was filled.

"Listen men, ive got some maps from the pods database, the city seems to be split up into 5 different locations, each one is inside a totally different pressure chamber, and each one different things we want before we get the hell out of this place, Where we are now is called Platos Bounty" she said pointing to the big screen with a map up.

"Now, this area is suposed to house one of the two steam powered generators, that helps this city to run, if we can find the scematics for it we could make a makeshift version on the surface, we could sell that to the Brotherhood and make a huge profit, although one problem this is also the headquaters for the cities security detail so we have to be carefull. When we are done here, we are going to have to keep moving, all of the 5 areas have special atributes, and tactical advantages, but the big score is in the center or known as the Core, this has a HUGE bank of all of these peoples technology also it has an escape port so we can get the hell out of here with a hell of alot of loot."

She attached her mechgun to her arm and pulled out her pistol, making sure that it was properly loaded. The countdown clicked to 00:00 as the doors to the pod swung open and the entire crew rushed out to see what plunder they could steal...

They were met by a large corridoor with two stairwells on either side and some railings on the top, kristen carefully listened she could hear grunting and growling, immediately, she saw a huge man in some form of suit apear at the top of a balcony, then surrounded by red wasps, some...thing came up with a shotgun and blew the man in the suit off the balcony onto the ground, the entire crew watched in awe as the ground shook when the beast fell to the ground. The man screamed in joy as the lights on the beasts suit flickered off.

His celebration was short though, the team watched in horror as a huge drill pertruded from the mans chest, he turned around dumbfounded as what seemed to be a clone of the man in the suit stood before him, he dropped to his knees as the second suited man lifted his drill in the air and brought it crashing down on the mans head.

WWWWWWWWWAAAAAARRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Sam slid his pistols out quickly, aiming at the man. This was a great way to start an adventure under the sea. He looked at the rest who had their weapons drawn as well, Kristen stood next to him, readying her sights on the large man, or at least he thought it was a man.

"I don't think this guys all about talking?" Sam said with both pistols trained on the man's chest. Sam stood calm, the man's cry was strange and mangled. He didn't know what to make of the man, maybe he was on Phsyco or Jet at the moment, and would be calm in a couple of minutes. But Sam and the team didn't have a couple of minutes as the man started towards them, Sam held his ground both pistols still trained on the mans chest.

Suddenly the man charged Sam, alone. It threw him off for a moment, but quickly Sam fired at the man, hitting him in the chest with both pistols. He fired three more rounds, knocking the man to his knee's as he fell to the ground hitting his face. Sam stood smiling at the group, gleaming in his minor victory.

"What a welcoming?" Sam said sarcasticly. He looked at Kristen and the others, still smiling. "Lets continue on, and get the hell out of here."

Sorry gais gotta quit.