Sorry gais gotta quit.

Just as the mighty beast fell to sams guns, crackling and clicking was heard as the roof exploded and rocks fell from the ceiling as strange mutated men with hook hands crawled out like spiders, everyone in the crew started firing their guns, kristen started to shoot high velocity screws at the beasts, but no-matter how many of these Spider mutants were felled more and more just poured out from the cieling.

"Crap, Sploicers!!" a sound eminated from andrews waist, kristen noticed a short wave radio
"Andrew!! GIVE ME THAT THING!!" she yelled firing blindly at the beasts

Andrew tossed the small hand held radio to her and she started talking into it

"This is Colonel Murphy, we are under attack by unknown assailants please advise!"
"Those tings are daim sploicers, Spyder sploicers, You need to mayke a run for it, Go up the stairs and to your left, youll foind a small door, go through it and youll come to a terminal, you need to hayk it and loyk the doors!"

Kristen nodded her head and started to run up the stairs, "You heard the man!!"kristen said running up the stairs, she stood at the top of the stairs marshalling the men towards their goal, firing into the large crowd of "Splicers" that had appeared at the bottom of the stairs, she watched in horror as the huge SeaSphere was engulfed in fire.

"This day cant get anyworse" she said as she ran into the door that the man on the radio had described
"HOLD THEM OFF!!" she screamed as she started hacking the terminal, as the crew started firing into the huge racing blob of mutated flesh, the walls started to crawl with them aswell. Darius, Strive and Finn were at the forefront trying despertely to fight off the hordes.

"DARIUS STRIVE FINN GET BACK IN HERE" kristen screamed as the doors started to shut, as they did darius and and strive leapt through, finn started to flee back to the door, he leapt through the air trying to make it into the sealed compartment. He didnt, screams were heard as he was torn to shreds by the sickening visages of pure terror.

The radio crackled to life, the mans thick irish accent was hollow and saddend.

"Listen, Oim sorry about yer freind, but if you dont want to end up like him, would you kindly move to the east, theres a room there that you can rest in, its got some food and drinks, ill tell you more when you get there"

Kristen started to walk off to the east but before she did she looked back at the men, they were silent and sad, their heads hung in sorrow, she wondered why she was leaving, she had lost one of her soldiers to a flock of ravenous mutants.

"Something is Wrong down here..."

OOC: I wont say anything new and please take it as before DS's previous post

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Luke had watched open mouthed with joy as the pod had decended down into the vault, it was a wonder of engineering and technology not seen since the war. Vast underwater towers climbed up as if struggling for breath, glass tunnels connected buildings and vast billboards and other trappings of a capitalist paradise errupted all over the old city.
Who ever the brilliant man on the screen was he had not failed to live up to his hyperbole. Fish of huge variety and colour swarmed through the buildings, zig zagging past the towers and making way for the huge whales that made thier stately way through Cloud Nine.
Luke was so consumed with joyous greed his eyes practicly became dollar signs like in the old cartoons. This would be enough to pay his creditors back a million times over and still leave him richer than even that old coot Tennpenny. Again Luke heard the voice in his mind " Welcome, Welcome to Cloud Nine. Stay with us forever." The voice seemed even more sweet and melodic than it had on the pod.
Luke's euphoria was broken with the shocking spectical of the man and the two beasts up above, Luke had been readey to punce until Sam had made short work of thier assailant. Surely Luke thought the lawbringers of this vault would be happy with Sam's deed.

OOC: What Is It Just Me? said, this is nothing new said...

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I watched in amazement at the, thing, fall off the edge and hit the ground. As soon as it hit the area that we were standing on I almost fell down, I cursed then looked at the others, I saw the man that had appeared on the balcony raise his weapon in a kind of celebration. It was short lived as a sort of clone of the other creature took out the man, somehow, the thing didn't even have an arm, it had a giant drill, my mouth widely opened as I saw the man turn around in a stumble.

He saw the thing and he fell to his knees, I gasped again and I saw the thing put it's drill through the man's head. I saw and almost felt the blood splatter that eminated from the man's remains, I gasped and I took a step back. The other thing seemed to come down at us, he ran towards Sam and I shuddered, he ran quickly and stealthily for his bulk. Sam managed to take him down quickly before anyone else could do anything.

I gasped then looked at Ed, "Ed, holy [censored] man, just... Oh my god, man, was I right? Or... Oh my god..." I was lost for words, I fell to the ground in a stumble and I almost fainted, not from the blood, of course not. But from the fact that for once, as a junkie, was I right?

OOC: i disagree that Sam took down the big daddy in 6 shots...

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Strive stepped out of the pod embracing his surroundings. This was truely one of the greatest, most beautiful wonders of the world and he had the honour of witnessing it... Even if it didn't do anything to help get his memory back...

As he gazed around, his eyes and ears were drawn to the top of the stairs when a large, bulky, well armoured person got shot off the balcony by a lesser armoured human with a shotgun. As the armoured giant hit the floor the ground shook and everyone was caught slightly off balance. This armour put the brotherhood of steels power armour to shame.

The celebration of the pre-war clad human was shortlived as another armoured giant skewered him with a drill arm. The group stood their gorping at the bloody display that unfolded infront of them.

Suddenly the iron giant darted at the group but somehow, defying the laws of physics and the periodic table, Sam managed to take him down without battering an eyelid with nothing more than 6 bullets (from a gun which i quote "Unfortunately, the .223 pistol becomes almost entirely useless due to its inability to pierce Power Armor" and i know it's not power armour but http://ui19.gamespot.com/1394/bioshock2cbigdaddyandlittlesister_2.jpg <--- click), Strive was absolutely baffled. "hmmm... good shot Sam. They clearly don't make the armour like they do the rest of this city, considering these buildings can withstand the immense pressure of how far down we are below the surface. God forbid what would happen if you shot the walls..."

Then a radio started barking about some kind of splicers? Strive heard the smash of them coming through the roof and they rained down by the number. Strive wasn't worried, after all, we was with Sam. The radio motioned them up the stairs, and Colonel Murphy shouted "YOU HEARD THE MAN!!!" and without a seconds thought everyone ran up the stairs towards the door...

They got to the top of the stairs and as Colonel Murphy was trying to get the door open, she shouted "HOLD THEM OFF!!" so Strive motioned the others to stand; one at the balcony's edge for any jumpers or climbers, and the other at the other flight of stairs and ready themselves...

Strive readied his fists and stood, legs spread apart, standing as if he was bracing himself for an impact... They were pouring up the stairs and Strive held his ground...

One of these "splicers" as they seemed to be called, launched themselves at him, he grabbed him in mid air with an iron grip around the throat, span round and threw him back down the stairs knocking a few others over. Another came from the side, swinging at him with a hook to which Strive leant quite far backwards, hook sailing over the top of him, and then lent forwards smashing him straight in the face with skull destroying force.

Two more got close and with a spinning round house kick, the steal toe cap caught them both on the side of the head sending them to the floor.

He dodged left, swung his left arm into an uppercut motion laying another flat out, followed by grabbing two more, both by the head, and smashing them together with unparalleled strength, reinforced by the unique Powerfists. A splicer caught him off guard but he managed to get his fist up, and the metal of the hook scraqed the metal of the powerfist eminating the sound that could only be compared to nails on a chalk board, followed by a counter punch with his other fist sending him flying down the stairs. Another jumped off the ceiling launching himself at Strive to which he caught him in mid air with both hands and threw him over the balcony, hitting the floor with a thud.

Colonel Murphy called his name and shouted "GET IN HERE!!!" as she got the door open. In an instant Strive span round and ran for the door and made it through before it was too late, but Finn wasn't so lucky...

Strive didn't really know the man as Strive tended to keep himself to himself, but he knew he was a good man and would be missed... Strive looked at the floor with his eyes closed, hands infront of him, cupping one another and he shared a long moment of silence for Finn and wished him to a better place...

OOC: Strive2b, do not speak until you have the full story. I was given permission... actually told by DeadlySin to kill the Big Daddy. So do not start questioning me until you have the full story. And yes six shots may have been short, but I didn't feel very creative and wanted to get it over with. DeadlySin has no problem with it, so neither should you!

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Sam looked at the lifeless corpse of Finn. It was almost heartbreaking to Sam, but he had to stay strong and not let his emotions get in the way of the mission. He looked at the others, all giving their moment of silence to their fallen comrade. Sam stayed near Kristen, making sure nothing else would get the jump on them. He looked around, the place was sort of cold and dim. Sam looked back at the others, they all had a feeling of sadness to them. Hopefully they would straighten up when their next fight came, Sam didn't want to be the only one with his guard up.

"This place is going to get worse." Sam said looking at Kristen with heartfelt eyes. They continued on, Kristen didn't say a word back to Sam. They just walked in silence to the room the man spoke of.

OOC: "do not speak until you have the full story", why do you think you can speak to me like that? i don't need to know that Kristen gave you permission to disagree with the way you killed it. I'm not questioning anything, i'm stating the facts. the full story is, u killed a big daddy with an inferior weapon, when anyone knows who has played bioshock that that would be suicide. A little group tactics would have been great, get some more people involved. Also, i was expecting a more epic, OH MY GOD IT'S A BIG DADDY moment considering they are the signature bioshock monster, rather than a meh, bang *yawn* bang. Don't get angry with me dude, i don't see how you weren't expecting someone to be like "eeer... what?" i'm surprised Colonel Murphy hasn't asked you to rewrite it considering she said she was running for an award with this. "but I didn't feel very creative and wanted to get it over with"... wanted to get it over with? kristen hand picked you to take down this great beast and u make it sound like an unwanted chore. give it to someone who wants it if you can't be bothered... i would have loved to get my hands on that fight!... I just expected a little more from you that's all as people are voting for you in the awards aswell...

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Finn's haunting screams echoed through his mind on loop... Coupled with his last image of the pod they entered the city in engulfed in flames, Strive felt trapped and lost... Usually his emotions ran quite dry due to a loss of compassion for everything after the way he "awakened" back into the world and the lengths he has gone to try and open the locked doors in his mind...

Strive raised his head after the moment of silence and walked over to Colonel Murphy and asked, "Finn was a good man Colonel... How can you move on pretending that nothing happened back there?" Strive started to fear his own safety remembering some of the things the Colonel had said in the pod... "ive got a bullet in this gun that is aching Just Aching to be lodged inside your skull, Got it? Med Boy" were they expendable? Was Colonel Murphy blinded by the riches and just using them for her own personal gain?

Strive then added, "...Colonel Murphy... Would you be the same regardless of who that was back there? It could have been any of us... me... Sam... Darius..." Strive waited for a response from his commanding officer... He never wanted anything from the scavenger hunts they went on as a group, he just wanted to feel whole again... He had felt empty for so long, but he remembers the feeling he got when he first met these people... He felt like a piece of him had returned... A piece that reminded him that he was still human and still alive... This group was the only good thing in his life and he had grown quite fond of them... In a world so lost, they gave him direction... That's why he was so effected by Colonel Murphy's actions so badly... Has he let his guard down? Has he fallen weakness to these people and made himself vulnerable in the cruelest sense, by leaving his heart open to be wrenched out of his chest?

The wicked truth would rear it's head eventually... Strive would just have to take a step back and watch it unfold, taking extra precautions for his own survival...

OOC: Calm down, you making it sound like I shot the Pope in cold blood or something? All I mean't was that it was ONE Big Daddy, and the Rp has just began. There will be many other Big Daddy's in the future. Plently of time for team work and all those things. And frankly, with the awards. I honored someone voted for me, but I have more important things in my life to deal with, like keeping a job, rather than sit here worrying about some minor forum award. So just relax, you and all the others can team up to kill the next Big Daddy all you like

IC

As the group moved, Sam was taken by the decorum of Cloud Nine. It all had that underwater utopia feel that he had read about during a child, in stories of people travelling through the sea having adventures. His face was wide, with a smile from ear to ear. The whole place really interested Sam, the others still seemed to be thinking about Fenn still, but Sam had put that behind him. The time was now, not then, and Sam wanted all the loot this place had to offer.

Some pipes were leaking, that made Sam a bit uneasy with the thought of how deep they were, and the possability of the whole place crashing in and sending the team to a watery grave. But Sam put that thought out of his mind as well, and continued with the group, felling and listening to the place called, Cloud Nine.

"What do you all think of Cloud Nine so far?" Sam asked the group, trying to get their minds off Fenn's death.

(OOC: If you two keep arguing consider yourselves immature, seriously, get over it Stribe! If the OP has no problem, then neither should you. The Big Daddy was probably weakened in some way, because of the splicers, gah.)

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IC:

I laughed then looked at Sam, I smiled, "You know what I think? I think I was right," as I spoke those words, everyone stopped and looked at me. I held a straight face as I looked at them all, then I spoke up again, "I was right, this was the stupidest idea we've ever had, that YOU'VE ever had Kristen. Fenn's death is on your hands, his blood is on your head, I hope your happy, for you've killed us all. I'm getting out of here, one way or another, whether you get out though..."

I started laughing, then I shook my head, "But then again, do we have a chance when we're apart? Fenn's dead and we've hardly even entered this place, are you happy Kristen? I sure as hell know I'm not, but then again, who is? Kristen, if I die, your going down with me, if I leave and your good enough to earn my respect, you'll get out of here to. Oh and I hope none of you are thinking of trying any heroics, because I'm the only medic here, so I hope you all stay nice and civil."

I chuckled then I let my expression become serious, "Kristen, your still the leader, but to me? I'm not listening to you, hell, I'd rather listen to that guy on the radio! I hope you are good enough to earn my respect again Kristen," I muttered, finally. I quickly walked over, I snatched the radio out of her hands and I put it on the side of my armor. I knew that Kristen would hate that, but I didn't care anymore, she'd sent us to our death and I planned on living down here.

OOC: B-B-Bump since this got kicked back a bit...
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They had just arrived at this place and one of their team mates, Finn, was dead.

"Well that was.....interesting" Harley said as the group made their way to a room mentioned by some stranger on a conveniently placed radio "It's times like these I realize I should have stayed with my family and been a slaver like my pop. So, we seem to be trusting this...person on the radio, we could be heading into a trap. He could be the guy responsible for those...things. I don't trust the Irish".

The group were heading blindly to some room that would apparently be safe. "It's probably some sort of game for this guy, and we are his toys" Harley added as he reloaded his revolver one bullet at a time. What may be waiting in the room, only time would tell. Harley had already crossed out the idea of the team actually getting something out of this place. They'd be lucky to get out with their lives.

Harley started to think about what life would have been like if he just stayed with his parents. He would be a slaver, not down here in this tomb of a place. He would be with a bigger group of people with one agenda, capturing slaves. Instead of this group who seemed to all have their own agendas, but thats what made them who they were. Maybe he wouldn't want to be rounding up slaves, but at least he'd be alive, and not down here.

He thought about if they did get out of here, maybe he'd go back and see his family. Slavers had a bad reputation in the wasteland, they were seen as being like raiders. But they were nothing like raiders. Slavers were just scavengers, surviving with the skills they have been taught by their parents, catching and selling slaves.
Obviously there were different groups and factions of slavers, each were different, but the group Harley had run away from weren't the type that would shoot you on sight or capture you. They had rules and morals, a strict guideline of how they would get slaves, and who they would sell to.

There was nothing to do but think about what would be next, and to try to get ready for anything as the group made their way blindly to this mystery room.

Luke had reacted immeadietly when the splicers had attacked, drawing only one of his pistols he slowly picked off closer beings with well aimed shots to the stomach and head. Finns death struck Luke hard, the two had been good freinds. now though they were forced to leave him behind without even a burial.
The radio had told the group to head to a safe room, the man on the tape sounded knowledgeable and authorotative. Luke trusted the voice as they trudged deeper into the underwater city, they passed many great looking buildings and monuments but no people. Maybe the voices were wrong.
Luke exploded in anger at the medics outburst. " Will you put a god damned sock in your mouth before i put a bullet there instead. We are here on the greatest raid ever known and you question the decisions of the woman who made it possible. You may be a medic but if you talk to her like that again nothing in that kit of yours will patch you up from what I'll do to you." Luke stood thier staring into the mans eyes poised to make a move.

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OOC: Short one, sorry got training.

Edward


As the splicers attacked Edward was near useless in the close quarters that was that room. He held his pistol in one hand, shooting the approaching splicers and holding his dagger in the other, stabbing and slicing at ones that got too close. He did his best though, thinking the whole time, 'Why the hell didn't they listen to me?'

After Andy's outburst, he was torn. He was enraged as Luke treatment of Andy though, and so he spoke up.

"Shut the hell up Luke! You have no right to speak to Andy that way. And my ass this is the greatest raid on ever. We'll be lucky to leave here with our lives. That stuff you saw back there? Well thats just the start, boy. I'd threaten you, but I see now that you're just going to be able to comprehend the logistics behind me blowing up your freakin' head, so I'll leave that part out. On to more important matters, what the hell Kristen? This is what you get, hell, what you deserve, for distrusting your officers this way. I want to go with Andy, but I know that I probably won't survive if I do, so I'm sticking around. But don't expect me to blindly follow orders, you'll be lucky if I even listen to you. Something like what you did, eh? Not listening." he snarled as he kept his eye on Luke.

He didn't like the way this mission was going. No one was trusting anyone else, that ass Luke was over ranking him, Kristen was blinded by greed, and Andy was still probably a bit stoned. Oh, and did he forget the part where they were all going to die, slow, painful deaths? He realized talking to Kristen wouldn't do any good, so he went over to Sam.

"Sam, I know you are very loyal to Kristen, but you have to see she is being blinded by greed at the moment. I can only hope you aren't. You have to make a decision now, between loyalty and survival. I think there is going to become a point when we can't trust Kristen to lead us any longer, and I hope that you'll step up when that time comes, instead of letting her walk all over like you usually do."

He turned and saw Andy, and he walked over to him, deciding that he would give out some more advice.

"Andy, you have to stay. You and I both know a lone man isn't going to survive long enough to even reach those people on the radio, and for all we know the people on the radio are in on it to. Stay with us, stay with me, brother, so you can survive. Hell, don't take orders from Kristen, thats fine, but don't sign your own execution contract." he said as he gave Andy a pat on the back, and gave him a serious look. Next he noticed Luke and walked over to him.

"Luke, screw you." he said, before walking back over to Andy with a laugh. He didn't exactly know why he didn't like Luke, but he just had a hunch, and so far his feelings had been pretty accurate. That, and maybe he was a little tiny bit pissed off at Luke for taking his rank.

Christ Strive, Tell me if you were a spider splicer would you be scared off by 2 big daddies??? and maybe you didnt [censored] notice BUT THE ARMOUR BETWEEN THEIR PLATES LOOKS LIKE [censored] LEATHER, LET ALONE FALLING OFF A BALCONY TO COME KILL US AND FIGHTING THE SPLICERS TO SCARE THEM OFF, oh and I DONT GIVE A FLYING [censored] ABOUT AWARDS... OOOOHH SHINY I WON A [censored] POPULARITY CONTEST CLAP [censored] CLAP, FOCUS ON THE [censored] STORY AND NOT A [censored] AWARD.

THAT IS IT, NO MORE [censored] OOC IN THIS RP OR YOU WILL GET YOUR FACE CRUSHED BY A FALLING GIRDER. Honestly anyone ANYONE who calls themself an RPer or Fanfic writer who is in it for the awards deserves a shiny trophy shoved up their ass for their retardation...

I really love this sites autocensor, and apologies to any Mods reading this please PM me and i will remove this and replace it with something more tastefull...

Also, i thank anyone who has voted for me or any of my RPs, but as Mad Max said, i dont measure my importance in life by an award and if you do, then enjoy your hollow life you dullard. If i do win for any reason (i wouldnt see why there are better RPers than me) i would accept it but i wouldnt be dancing around in celebration...

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Kristen ran her hands through her hair, Finns death was something she took lightly though he wasnt exactly the brightest light in the city, she considered her options their one known escape route was destroyed and now they were one man short, it seemed her only option was to get the hell out of here, she adjusted her gun and walked over to some laughing machine, she pulled it around and started hacking the back of it untill it poped open spewing ammo and stimpaks everywhere.

"Eat Up, Boys" she said walking out the other side of the small room carrying the radio with her.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?" she said talking into the radio.
"My name is Hercules, Im just a man, I want your help."
"Well i dont want to give it, i have to get my men out of here, ill gladly help you after i get them out..."
"A truly honourable thought. Agreed."

Kristen exhaled a sigh of relief and slouched down in the metal chairs, she wondered for a second just what she had promised, she had sacrificed her life for theirs in a sense she decided to keep that fact a secret untill the truth needed to come out, she kept running her hands through her hair in distress.

Strive came over and started talking to her, something she didnt like, her mind was always clicking trying to figure out her and her squads next move, chatting was something she didnt have time for and this particular conversation rubbed her in a very wrong direction.

"Listen, Finn was cannon fodder from the moment he joined this squad, hes only been in this group for two weeks, This was his first mission and his last, i expected more from him i really did, but, he didnt deliver, he didnt pull his load. Pull your load and i will promise that you make it out of here alive."

She turned her attention back to the door, she was about to start talking to Hercules again but as she was she was interupted, a hand came forth and snatched the radio from her hands. Andrew. Her blood was boiling, he had just told her that she had brought them to their deaths that their blood was on her hands, her anger was unbridled and unmatched, she calmly walked over to the rest of the group. Letting no-one see her true anger.

"Everyone outside, Edward, Darius, Andrew, Sam and Strive Stay behind please, everyone else secure the perimeter. And clarence, one of your collars please." Everyone else started walking outside with their guns cocked and loaded, searching to see if there were anymore of those splicers, clarence wearily handed over one of his traps from his bag, watching her to see her reaction.

She lined the four men up, towering over them as she did, she looked down at darius' sword and nodded to him as he stepped back, she continued walking untill she came to Sam, without a word she gestured for him to take Andrew to the ground, he did quickly, pushing him down to his knees, Strive started to make a move, but darius just drew his blade and placed it on his throat.

Kristen grabbed the trap that clarence had handed over, she placed it around Strives neck and gestured for darius to move over to Andrew. She knelt down next to him and whispered some words in his ears.

"Honestly? I couldnt give a [censored] about Medics." she said as sam started stripping him of his stimpacks and meds.

"Armour too sam, dont forget his armour" she said methodically playing with her hair, both sam and darius were wary, they knew that something needed to be done, but this seemed drastic even for her standards.

Andrew sat there on his knees, in nothing more than some thin clothes. Strive watched as kristen pulled out her mechgun, and shot a screw into andrew leg. He screamed loudly, trying to hold back more screams of pain as she kicked his wound.

"Where are your words now? Andrew?" She fired another screw into his leg
"Where is your High Horse now?" She lifted him up by his throat and threw him against the wall.

She could see that strive was distressed, flacid and unable to make a move without fear of his head exploding into a thousand pieces. She tore out the screws embedded in his legs and threw them to the ground. She grabbed a stimpak from his pouch and stabbed his legs, pumping him, his wounds started to heal over quickly.

"WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW!!!" she screamed as she grabbed darius' blade and was about to stab it through his head before she heard banging on the door.

"Kristen??" Lukes voice was heard on the other side of the wall, she handed the blade back to darius and told sam to hold him up, so he did.

"What is it luke?" she said through the door
"I want in... He deserves it... i just want a few hits" he said staring at andrew.
"Fine" she opened the door and luke came in.

He started punching him in the gut, by the end of it he was coughing up blood and tears.

"Aaaah, you medics have such a low threshold for pain, something i admire about you"

She pulled up her gun and shot his hand with a railway spike, pinning it to the wall, and again to the other one, she told sam to let him go, he dangled their screaming in pain as his hands were being torn, she told sam to do the same to strive, strip him down and take all ammo and weapons.

Kristen marshalled the rest of them to leave, she pulled out a wrench and a screw driver and dropped them on the floor she pulled out a 10mm pistol with about 7 shots in it and dropped it there with them, before she walked out, she started on a small computer that was in the corner of the room behind a panel. An automated voice started chiming.

"10 Seconds to lock down"

Before she left, she looked back at them, not shuddering or shedding a tear for them, she only waved as she stood behind the door, she smiled weakly before her face was engulfed in anger.

"Now, You see, Your blood on my hands, Thats something i can live with" she said as the automated voice chimed in once more.

"Lockdown Protocol, Initiated"

~SLAM~

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Your still alive.
Francois, By virtue of your Previous aquantance with me
Strive2b, By virtue of my Kindness
and
Mhree, By virtue of your Skill in RPing, You should try to turn this around, your the only one who isnt incapacitated.

(OOC: What the hell? Where was I? There was no way Edward would just let that happen, and it looks like our posts were at the same time, so they contradict each other. But in all seriousness, I don't think that was very professional, as a host. You can't just leave members behind, nearly dead and without a means to protect themselves. Francois hardly did anything either. And, I don't think it was very professional to just blow up at strive2b like that either, when he was just bringing up a problem with realism, or whatnot.)

Edward

Edward heard the noises of gunshot, screams, and groans, and he rushed back to where they had been before. The door slammed shut, just as he got there, and he could see the squad leaving. He heard moans and groans coming from somewhere in the room, and he turned to find Strive, with Andy on the ground bleeding and injured. He rushed over, pulling out his little amount of medical supplies and injecting Andy with some Stimpacks and Med-X. Soon the pain would go away, and he would start to heal. He found some bandages and wrapped up Andy's bullet holes, before turning to Strive and cutting his ties with his dagger.

"Was this Kristen?" Strive simply nodded in response, and Edward blew up. "I knew it! I can't believe she would sink this low. It looks like you still have your gear Strive, but Andy doesn't. Andy, take my pistol. Do you have any spare weapons or armor, Strive?" he asked. He wanted to go after Kristen and kill them all. He wanted to blow up with rage and hit the walls and swear at the top of his lungs. But, he didn't. He held it in, knowing he would need it when they next saw the squad. That, and he had to help Andy.

"We have to find that man, and stick with him. There is more of those monsters around here, I know it. Are you guys ready to move? I don't want to stick around here any longer..."

I looked up and I scowled, I spit out some blood and I shook my head, "What a [censored], I'll show her low tolerance for pain... God, I'll show her something... Do this to me you [censored]..." I spat out, I started coughing and blood came out. I quickly scoured through my clothes until I found my underpants, she hadn't touched them, for which I was glad. I quickly took a breath and I quickly managed to fish out some emergency med-supplies and something much more important...

I looked up and I grinned, "I'm so happy that these are big enough for a radio huh? I found two in that pod, I kept one in plain view and one stuck somewhere nice..." I grinned then I started coughing up blood again. I watched my injuries as they almost seemed to patch themselves up because of the meds Ed had given me. I scowled then I looked up, I brought up the radio to my ear and I spoke into it, "Hey, you, whoever you are, some bad [censored] just happened, we're in a room and it's on lockdown..."

I heard a voice eminate from the small device, it was definitely Irish, "Lockdown hey? Sure, sure, I'm unlocking that for you, what happened for you to get into a lockdown in a room with absolutely no Splicers around?" I sighed then I quickly explained all that had happened, I was coughing and hacking my way through the whole time. I heard great intakes of breath at certain points and I swear I heard a couple of nods... I looked up at the others and I half-smiled.

I quickly brought my head back to the radio as the man started to say something, "Okay, the lockdown will be over in a couple of secs, just wait for a tic and then I'll give you some instructions. I understand why you won't want to trust me after what you've seen, but hey, I hope you can decide to trust an Irishman." I then looked up at the others and I took a breath, "Okay guys, I don't know what the [censored] we're going to do, but it's gotta be good."

I looked down at my completely screwed up body, "I'm badly injured and I don't feel like a leader in anyway, I can get you guys healed up but from what she did to me... I'll be pretty badly stuffed for a while, Ed, your in charge, Strive, your second, I'm the bottom of the ladder but listen to me when I tell you to please. I may be a junkie but I think I can talk to this guy pretty well, Ed, whatever you want done, we'll be doing it," I muttered out, I looked at Strive at the very end of my little speech.

While I waited to hear what the others would say I brought up the radio to my face, I quickly tuned into another station, "Hey, [censored], or Kristen as your actual name is, I hope your happy, cause your not making it out of here alive. Sure my blood is on your hands, but I'm not dead and I don't plan to die anytime soon, I hope you have a fun time dying, in this hell hole, goodbye," I growled into the mouthpiece, I then changed the station back to the Irishmans and I nodded, I looked up and grinned at the others.

listen, im trying

TRYING to get this train back on the road, and the idea i came up with is splitting the group up, theres a machine in the corner and you got a gun be resourcefull. Its called cracking down, and im starting to get annoyed by people thinking they can just mouth off to a superior officer just because its an RP

if this was real life you would all be dead by now so stop winging and get on with the RP

Yeah yeah... I'm happy, I think I got stuck with the best RP'er in this RP in my opinion... OH and if someone did what I did to a superior, yes I'd be dead but hey, your method is actually over the top. Although I'm happy I'm alive! Oh and as well as that? I've turned our situation around a bit, do you think someone like me would do something like that and not expect it?

I know you had a certain way that you wanted the RP to turn out, and I think that it would have been great, but sometimes [censored] happens, and you have to roll with it. Really, as this is your first host ever, you are doing a great job, but if you learn these things now, you'll be even greater. You have to stop trying to keep the RP on a narrow track, and just let it fly free where it wants a bit. We don't all want to have a predetermined experience, we want to have our own input and effect on what is going on. That is the beauty of an RP, its everyones story, for us all to write. I don't really mind the getting split up thing, hell it will probably be fun. Lets get on with this then, eh?

Edward

"I'll lead, if thats okay with Strive. No offense Strive, but you don't seem to be the leader type. Our first objective is to get to the men on the radio. Our second is to get more equipment, especially for Andy. We are going to have to be stealthy if we want to survive. Us three, in our current state, won't be any match for one of these creatures if we take them head on."

Just then, the radio Andy was holding started to crack to life, and Edward asked for it from Andy.

"Hello?" he asked the small transmitter. "This is Searg- no, Lieutenant Edward Shale. I'm with Andy, I'm going to be leading us. We have limited weapons, and one of us is injured and has no armor, and only has a pistol. We are willing to help you with saving yourselves, in exchange for you sending help, supplies and assistance with tracking down our previous squad, and afterwards providing us an exit from this place. Do we have a deal?" he asked warily.

"Yes. Yes, we have a deal. I'm Hercules, I am the head of security at Cloud Nine. We are sending a small detachment of security to your location, with a bit of equipment. You can fully restock once you have reached us. But, you'll need to know that the squad can only come close, not directly to you. There is a gate that can only be unlocked from your side that will block them, and you'll have to make your way there first. Its not too far, but you might run into some of those things you met earlier on the way. God speed." crackled a voice back from the receiver, before he gave Edward directions.

"One last thing, Hercules. The other squad, the one being led by a lady named Kristen, well, they can here everything we are saying right now, by the way. I want to ask you something. Please don't help the leader, or any who are sided with her. They came to raid this place of all your wealth, we did too, but we'd much prefer survival to that now. But, there is good men with her, and they don't deserve to die, so please try not to put them in danger. Sam, if you can here me, remember what I said about Kristen before. You know its true, I can only hope you will heed my advice, and step up. Do it, for her, for yourself, and for all of the lives of your squad mates, who are also your friends."

He sighed, before hearing a confirmation from Hercules, and he signaled for Strive and Andy to get up.

"Lets go. There is nothing here for us anymore."

(OOC: If I need to edit anything out, because you want to stick the RP to plan (ugh) then just tell me. I will, if thats what you want. It is your RP after all, so don't feel like I'm trying to boss you around, please.

OOC: ((Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Went to a party on Friday... seemed to get back to a 100% on Sunday. Should be more active now though. Hopefully.))

Remaining silent up until the events of Kristen's apparent "firing" of Strive, Darius quickly grabbed his blade back from Kristen. "Take this blade from me again and I'll remove fingers. Take it once more after that and it's your head.", he said in a serious tone. He had no problem turning on Strive, no problem following any orders up until that point, but taking his most prized possession from him to strike down a man he considered a friend was a fatal mistake.

Darius glanced at Strive and shook his head in shame. He'd become part of a group of brigands, hardly better then raiders due to the fact that they employed strategies and tactics. He turned away from the scene and walked through the doorway, knowing what Kristen had planned for the two. They'd most definitely die down here with insufficient gear and firepower. Darius would've preferred to have executed them then and there, instead they were to be brutally slaughtered by the hellish creatures of the underwater realm. There was no honor in that...

He briefly made eye-contact with Sam and wondered if he too had lost himself in this place. Surely Kristen wasn't the monster she'd become since starting this mission all along, or at least that's what Darius liked to think. He began wondering if he too would morph into an entirely different human being, his morals fading away while only the worst of him remained. He leaned against a cold, steel wall and began spinning his beloved scrap katana in his left hand, hoping this nightmare would be over soon.

If he made it out of the situation alive he wouldn't be able to spend the caps earned without thinking of the squad members that had been lost, all due to greed and pure human weakness.

Sorry, couldn't resist



rofl at the coincidence.

Luke had chanelled much of his rage into the gut and face of andrew during the groups little intervention but he had not truely gotten the scalp he had been craveing. Luke had hated Edward for a while now, the man had looked down on him for everything he was, hiding behind rank from a retaliation from the young man. Now the group had split Luke wouldnt hesitate to shoot on sight. Luke had had no problem with Strive, the boy kept himself to himself but he had obviously done something to incur Kristens disspleasure.
Luke quickend his pace until he drew level with Sam and Kristen leading the group " So, we follow this Hercules guy's instruction??? Fair enough he seemed a nice enough fella, good strong accent to, always a good feature in a man. I dont know if youd apreciate this or not but with my....background I see things others miss and coming off the pod I could swear that you werent the only one carrying one of them there do-hickeys" Luke guestured at the radio "That slimy medic had one stowed to. Don't ask where."
Luke scanned the area while talking, the place was awe-inspiring all right but he hadnt seen anything he could take yet. Luke had begun to feel the itch, the need to line his pockets with other peoples posessions. He noticed a ring lying on the floor, the gleaming ruby calling out to him with the now familier voice " Deeper, Deeper into Cloud Nine. We are waiting." Luke slipped the ring onto his index finger and carried on his way.

OOC: Forget it. I'm not prepared to stick around and be spoken to in that manner. I've never been treated so fouly just for bringing up a small point like that. There was absolutely no need from any of you and i have been offended. Thanks M'heree for seeing it how it really was. I'm out.

Have a good rest of the game.

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Strive's epiplepsy of colours and sounds started back up again like the one he had on the pod. This time it got so bad he couldn't bare it and he was slowly going insane. He started bashing his head with his power fists to try and make it go away, until he was hitting himself so hard that his fist went straight through his head and his lifeless body lay flat on the floor.

(OOC: Wow. Um... I guess Francois and I are on our own then? Well, it svcks that your leaving Strive, but I really do understand. Hopefully we can RP together in the future, because I never really have had the pleasure =)

Edward

Woah.

That was all he could think as he looked at Strives body, blood seeping out from the remains of his squished in head. He turned around and retched, the image having been already been permanently burned into his head.

"Damn it! He never even got to figure out his past!" yelled Edward madly as he reached for the radio, "Kristen, you evil [censored]! Do you know what you have done? Strive... Strive just killed himself, because you made us come down here... I swear, with God as my witness, that you will not leave this place alive. The same goes for any who stand beside her, Luke. I'd watch who you ally yourselves with boys, Kristen is not trustworthy. If any of you want to get away from Kristen while you can, then get to the security headquarters. I trust all of you, but Luke and Kristen. You don't have to die. You saw the way she reacted to Finn's death. Or, more fittingly the way she didn't react. Do you want that to be you? Carried of by monsters, not avenged, not mourned, not cared for? Don't give up your survival for her greed!" he yelled into the radio furiously.

He heard something approaching after he finished his outburst, and he made a signal to Andy to watch the door. He looked at Strives body, and decided to leave all of his equipment on him, as a sign of respect, not to loot his friends corpse. He found a small compartment in the glass wall, and he opened it. It was a machine used for ejecting garbage into the sea, and he placed Strive into it, with his arms crossed on his chest. He said a prayer, and closed the compartment, before ejecting it, and watching Strive's body float out into the water, to finally find peace. He sighed then went to return to Andy,=.

As he approached his friend, he noticed the noises were still coming, so he stopped, and looked towards the door. Just in time to see one of the large creatures with drills enter the room. Oh shi-

"Andy! Watch out!"

(OOC: Can we maybe get another person with us? Like someone leaves the squad and comes to us, because the two of us are hardly going to survive...)

(OOC: I will semi-join you guys. Sorry but my character probably wouldn't follow someone who would do this to members of their team, who would it be next.)

Harley was walking a far distance behind the rest of what remained of the group. He heard the radio, and heard the message from Edward. He liked Kristen and would follow her leadership anywhere, until now. How could he trust anyone who would do what she did to three of their team members. And who would be next?

The team was down three good members, that could be the difference between life and death in this place. Harley stopped walking as soon as he heard the message, he just stood there and watched as the others continued walking, not even noticing that he had stopped.

"Is that how it is?" Harley thought as he watched them walk far down the hall, "When someone vanishes from your group, you don't even turn around?"

After what happened back in that room, Harley felt pulled between the two groups. He didn't want to choose a side, between the groups leader, or a couple of guys he didn't know all that well but they might need help. Harley decided if he could get to this security hq, he could see how the other guys were. Maybe he didn't have to choose between a group, maybe he could disappear, without having to say anything to Kristen, maybe she'd not hate him for having to see how the others are.

He watched as the group kept walking, then saw a air vent. It was the only way so he pulled off the grill and climbed in. He started crawling through the vent, not knowing where he would end up, but hoping it would be in the direction of the security headquarters.