Shadows of JiangXi

[Kriss92]

Alexander heard the big boom outside, and ran out with a bottle of vodka in his hand. What Alex saw was the little green GA3, covered in flames, all the pieces were scattered around, and nothing could be saved from it. The nice white leather seats Alex had spent the night on, were now covered in flames with black smoke coming from them. Alex felt angry, very angry...

"What the hell? My GA3, my beloved GAZ!!" he shouted, and looked around, but nobody was there to be seen. "who could've done such a horrible thing to my little workhorse? WHOEVER YOU ARE, I WILL FIND YOU, AND SLICE YOUR TESTICLES OFF, YOU HEAR ME??" Alex shouted again, looked at his compass and started heading what appeared to be south on it.

He opened the bottle of vodka, and drank it. Then he drank some more, and some more... After about one hour of walking and sipping the vodka, Alex came upon a building that was in better shape than all the others he had seen before. The building had a red cross above the doors.

"must be a 'больница'. Good, hopefully i'll be able to find some painkillers for myself. On the other hand, after drinking half a bottle of vodka, the pain is bearable, finally... Woah, that must be the vodka starting to work, i feel really dizzy now" Alexander thought, took an unpredicted step to the right, put the vodka in his backpack, took his AK-74, and started walking closer to the entrance of the hospital

[Vince Piccio]

"How in the name of blue hell did you do that?" he gasped as he took a step backwards on instinct.

Iscariot tapped the helmet as he regarded the Coalition soldier. "I have more than my eyes to trust."

After the soldier had dived away, he gave in to the lure of technology and activated the infrared mode, tracking the Coalitioner's heat signature. A basic understanding of the hospital let him head the man off and come out in front. This was the first time the IR mode had worked on the planet, the hospital was protected from radiation in its construct, apparently. Infrared radiation wasn't the dangerous kind, but it was as flooded in certain areas as gamma radiation.

Before he could say anything else, the hospital shook and dust fell from the ceiling. Iscariot bit off a curse and looked behind him to the source of the explosion, then began running towards the lobby not looking to see if the soldier was following him. He burst into the lobby to see a few dead and dying bandits, but several more on their feet.

These *******s again. Iscariot raised his rifle and shot it into the ceiling to draw their attention. When they turned to see what was behind him, he got to work.

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[pieguy259]

Unbeknownst to Alexander, he'd been quietly followed the whole way. Now, Vicenta turned the headlights up full blast and revved the engine loudly. VRRRROOOOOOOOOM!

There was the unmistakable sound of an assault rifle being cocked and aimed right at the startled recruit. With a squeal of tyres, Vicenta floored it, sending several tonnes of jeep barrelling down the street towards Alexander, who was now probably regretting his drunkenness...

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[Pacific]

Petko woke up from the hit and saw his Ammo for the dragunov were gone and the Dragunov itself was gone. Petko got pissed and activated his wrist scanner saying to himself.

" Way to fast man way to fast!"

The dragunov of Petko had a tracking device on it and the scanner managed to get a lock. The Bandit forgot abut his Tachyon cannon petko laugh and went to track down his dragunov. He walked walked nervous in a lot of hours but Finaly managed to get a glimpse at his dragunov scope flashing he went to cover.

"Using my stiff eh ?"

Bad luck petko crawled out and guess what he saw Bandit little bike. He went to a good firring position he waited for one and two hours the Bandit didn't show so Petko decided. Hurt the Bandit so he fired two rounds with the Tachyon cannon and blowed up the Bike. When the bandit heard s explosion he came out he was shocked to see his bike blown up.

" All those years of work." sayed the bandit.

In that very same moment petko came out and fired another two rounds from his Tachyon cannon. Blowing away the Dragunov along with his hands. The Bandit was on the ground and petko looked over his Dragunov and he saw it was destroyed. Petko sighted and turned around towards the Bandit. And kneed to him.

"Man why did you have to do that for you have any Idea how much credits I spent on that gun. Don't worry I will find a new one."

Petko sees the Optic of the Dragunov still intact and working.

"Luck smiles at you man." He gets up takes his side arm and gives a bullet in the head of The Bandit.

Petko took his backpack and saw his medical suppplys and food and 1/3 of his ammo. Petko figured the rest was on the bike when it blew up. Well he was happy he got most of his stuff. But when he went to the destroyed dragunov. He saw the weapon cant be of use. He unmounted the optic scope and saw it was functional. This cheered him up. His only hope was to get a second dragunov from Way point A from the Social Credit. But Petko was hurt badly emotionality and philologically . Because he was a sniper with no sniper riffle. He hide in a bilding ti think how was he going to get to Way Point Alpha.

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[pieguy259]

At the absolute last second, the jeep veered away and a hail of bullets perforated the wall just inches above Alexander's head. The jeep careened off out of sight, leaving behind a shaken recruit. Oh, and a flashbang, which subsequently went off.

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[Jansen]

There were gunshots again, coming from every possible direction. There wouldnt have been a possibility to escape them without knowing where there came from anyways, so she stayed on her course. The hand stopped bleeding, but it still hurt. She noticed that the trees disappeared more and more while the landscape changed into a rather flat land.

Marcia spotted some buildings far away, one of them having a flag on it. The Coalitions flag. "Safety..." She walked faster, almost running towards it.

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[ChillerMiller]

Jovanovic was still alive, that meeting with that creature could have been the last part of his life. He didn'€™t know it was Petko who saved him, however he didn'€™t have the time to think about it now. That situation made him nervous, every minute he looked behind while driving the ATV, who knows what could be after him. After some miles he heard a loud scream from above. He looked up and saw some flying mutated birds. Five times bigger than the normal ones and the worst thing was they came in a swarm of 6.

'€œOh man, I really hate this place. Seriously, this must be a nightmare or something like that'€

Those creatures started their attack and Jovanovic was forced to go evasive with the ATV, furthermore he had to shoot them with one of his guns while focusing on driving. He pulled out his pistol and started to shoot them. 1 clear shot and the fist of them fell on the ground, but unfortunately right in front of the ATV and Jovanovic was not able to dodge it and crashed into it with the ATV. The impact of the collision dropped him from the vehicle, which stopped twenty meters away from him. Now he had to be fast, he ran to the ATV and grabbed the AK-74 and started to fire into the swarm, which was about to attack him again. He had to fire a whole clip until they all fell to the ground. It wasn'€™t really a nice picture.
He returned to his ATV and checked its status, maybe it was damaged by the impact.

'€œOnly a few scratches, but seems ok so far'€

He sat on it and continued his travel. New Huangzhou was kinda scary in his opinion so he was glad that he reached the end of that hell, back on the large plains. His way continued to waypoint alpha.

[Shazbot11]

Somewhere, in orbit over the desolate planet of JiangXi...

Deep within the cold, metallic bowels of the gunship Judas' Sin...

A misunderstood intellect strives to unlock the answers to restoring the natural order, no matter what the cost....



"Uhhhmmm...Sir...are you talking to yourself again?"


Mobius Paradox spun around to face the insolent marine. His hands were raised in the air, the metallic fingers on the end of his gauntlets clenched together while an intense red glare poured out from the two lenses on his helmet.

"SILENCE! I will tolerate no more of your sassy-mouth! Well...at least until our work here is done, but then MARK MY WORDS!

NO! MORE! SASSY! MOUTH!"

The marine could only sigh. His idea of a good day didn't center around an agitated Mobius in the confined quarters of the engineering bay aboard the gunship. Figuring it was in his best interest, the marine continued setting up the analytical equipment while Mobius paced to-and-fro. A few minutes of idle silence passed by before the marine turned around to find Mobius staring directly at him; the poor soul nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Would you like to know a bit about nuclear decay?" Mobius tried grinning as hard as he could, hoping the Marine would notice it through the solid face-plate of his helmet.

"Errm, well, not particularly...."

"TOO BAD!" Mobius raised his left gauntlet and tractored a drawing board over, while the right gauntlet took hold of a few writing implements.

"Let us assume that we have a pile of small wooden blocks splayed out on a sloped surface. Their arrangement, though random, is sufficient to support the weight of the entire pile." Mobius' hand darted back and forth over the drawing board, like a mouse on 10 varieties of stimulants.

"Now then, this is not the most stable configuration possible for our little pile of blocks. Tell me, what do you think is the most stable configuration?" Mobius peered intently at the marine.

"I don't reall...."

"PRECISELY! The most stable configuration would be at the bottom of this slope!" Mobius drew an extension to the picture while the marine slumped to the ground in futility.

"If we initiate the process by removing one block, we create a cascade reaction in which the entire pile slides down the slope to its most favorable configuration which...*gasp*...is also the lowest possible energy state!"

The marine nodded and smiled. Mobius continued.

"In the case of a nuclear reaction, we see the use of free neutrons to split our fissile material. This subsequently releases more free neutrons to continue the reaction; HOWEVER! What happens to the remaining elements?"

The marine nodded and smiled. Mobius looked at him for a bit, then continued.

"These remaining elements are physically unstable. Much like our pile of wooden blocks, they seek to reach a lower, more stable energy state. This is achieved through the release of neutrons, coupled with a burst of radiation across various spectra. NOW THEN! HOW CAN WE GO ABOUT RECTIFYING THIS SITUATION?!"

The marine opened his mouth to speak, at least until Mobius intervened.

"CORRECT! We must isolate the source elements and remove them from the environment! Ahh, how clever of you! Yet...I see that ambition in your eyes...how you seek to usurp my role within this organization...I'm keeping my eyes on you..."

Mobius glared at the marine before continuing.

"Now, we can filter these elements from the environment, but, WHAT ABOUT THE IONIZING RADIATION! That nasty and moderately-annoying electromagnetic radiation so embroiled with all that is nuclear! Scattering electrons before them, and hearing the lamentations of their protons! We must SINK them! Yes, indeed, we must find a means of drawing this ionizing radiation into a sink, where they will be trapped for all eternity to reminisce about the naughty things they've done."

Mr. marine, by this point, was out cold.

"In order for all of this to come to fruition, though, we require DATA! SWEET, SENSUAL DATA! GO, my associate! Hail Mr. Iscariot!"

Mobius raised his gauntlet to tractor the marine into the air who, by this point, was flailing about wildly before being flung towards the communications console.

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Maybe some day, they'll see a hero is just a man who knows he's free.

[Tomtomrawr]

By the time Miller had pushed open the door, he'd devised a scheme to escape. Allow the bandits to move deep, deep into the hospital, then slip past them, steal one of their ATVs and take off. A simple plan, but it was the best Miller could come up with. Proceeding deeper into the hospital could trap him or have him lose his way.

The once white-washed walls were now collapsing and the host of some sort of mould. Doors had fallen off hinges, desk shelves littered the floor with computer monitors and various stationary items, and graffiti had been sprayed across every speck of white wall.

When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, noble six hundred!

The poem ended, much to Miller's relief. Why had he been thinking about that poem in the first place? He kept running down corridors, choosing random routes but memorising the way back to the door. Left, right, third left, right, second right...

The front doors were kicked open, and boots began storming in.

'We know you're in here!' Came a barbaric voice. Miller could imagine the man wielding a stick or axe, muscles bulging from excessive physical workouts and wearing a combination of fur and metal armour. He chuckled. 'We know you're in here', the man repeated, 'and we're going to search this entire building until we find you. All sixty of us! You hear me boy!? We're going to find you!' The barbarian was screaming at the top of his lungs now, anger - no, rage - directing him now.

Miller kept moving, against his own judgement, deeper into the hospital. It would take a while before sixty men became spread out enough to pass without notice.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. &lt;3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.

[arvg]

Two hands shot out of the darkness, grabbing Miller and dragging him into the shadows. There was a scuffle, the sound of Miller drawing a knife and grunting in a desperate struggle to fight for his life, as he looked into the clear eyes of a young man wearing survival gear.

"Commissar!" Elias hissed, pressing a finger to his lips. "If they hear, we're both dead..."

He slipped back deeper into the shadows, pulling Miller along with him, the two creeping quietly down the hall, passing examination rooms, and the radiology lab. Elias keeping an eye open in the oppressive darkness of the hallway, dropping into the shadow of a door way, sighting his rifle in on the small rectangle of light that was at the head of the corridor.

Somewhere in the hospital screaming echoed, followed by the flash-roars of an alien weapon. The Phantom had met the bandits.

Miller tensed and Elias squeezed his arm, shaking his head.

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