| From: | Nightblade <wgreason@*****.ocis.temple.edu> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Savior |
| Date: | Thu, 15 Aug 1996 12:25:13 -0400 (EDT) |
A black screen fades to static before resolving into a view of warehouse.
The warehouse is about 50 feet away, and the perspective indicates that
"you" are apparently on a the roof of a neighboring building of about
the same height.
In the lower right corner, a red triangle with a dot in the middle lights
up, a corresponding triangle appears in the middle of the screen. The
scene pans down and to the left, where you see your hands holding and
loading a Walther sniper rifle.
Female voice: "Locked and loaded, Viper6. You're covered from the Northeast."
Male voice: "Viper6 confirms. Stand ready. Viper9 has the approach. Minus 3
ETA."
Viper6: "Viper5? Report."
Different male voice: "Viper5 reporting. All go, sir."
Viper6: "Don't be late when we're in there, Cpl."
Viper5: "No, sir!"
Viper6: "Viper1,2,3 ... converge at the entrace in 3.2. We'll enter under
Viper9's coverage and mop up. Viper5,7 -- acquire and execute at our entry.
You getting all this, Viper8?"
Viper8: "Clear as crystal. Oh, by the way, "not a creature is stirring, not
even a ... mouse ... Check that, Viper6, we have an entry. Confirmed!"
Viper6: "Well? Give her to us...!"
Viper8: "Mark is a female elf, alone, wearing black leather jacket, and
matching pants. Mark is apparently unarmed. Minus 1 to entry. Viper9 has
arrived, all go."
The view changes from the rooftop, to ground level. You are standing on
a dock, facing a warehouse, probably from a seated position. The camera
bounces up and down intermittently, it makes it hard to get a good look
at what's happening.
During one bounce, however, you do catch a glimpse of a tall, slim figure
moving through a door to the warehouse to your right. However, because
it's evening, it makes it harder to tell much else from this distance.
Viper6: "Tiger's in the cage. Time to put her to sleep."
The view moves upwards and quickly starts towards the door that the figure
entered.
One person, a female in night camo fatigues, moves to the door first from
around the corner of the building. She is carrying an Ingram smartgun with
all the trimmings. You salivate just looking at it. Her helmet obscures her
face. There is an image of a snake of the side of her helmet and two
six-pointed stars immediately beneath it.
The view pans left and right, larger, probably male figures are running up
to the door alongside "you." One carries a Vindicator and the other totes
an M107. The red-dotted triangle lights up on the viewfinder, and you grab
a glance at an G12A3z assault rifle.
Viper6: "Wait! On Viper9's go. Everybody locked?"
Two male voices, one female voice: "Yes, sir!"
Viper6: "No prisoners, folks. This one has done waaay too much."
Viper2 (female voice): "We haven't forgotten Finneran, Mike."
Suddenly, the three others vanish from the camera's sight.
Viper8: "Viper9's gotcha."
Viper6: "Activate ultrasound beacons, and we're in! Go, Vipers! Go go
go!!"
As the door to the warehouse smashes in, the view rapidly shifts twice.
In both instances, you get a quick look at a red figure
kneeling in the back of the warehouse, apparently examining something.
Viper5 (female voice): "Got the heatlock. Firing."
Two gunshots burst. The view shakes with the recoil.
Viper7 (male voice): "Got heatlock. Firing."
Three gunshots. This view was from the opposite side of the warehouse, but
still saw the same figure in the back.
The view stays with Viper7. The red figure is now lying prone on the floor.
Viper5,7 (simultaneously): "We've dropped the mark. Next move, sir?"
Viper6: "Maintain infared surveillance, also activate your ultrasound
locators. Standard interior approach deploy, people."
Viper8: "Wait! The mark is still moving. Frag! She just launched a locator
beacon to DocWagon!"
Viper6: "Can you block it?"
Viper8: "Yeah, I'm on it ... GEEEEZZZZ USSSSS!"
Viper6: "Viper8, respond! What's going on?!"
Viper8: "Viper9 is down, sir. I caught a glimpse just as I was switching
the signal to block and making the astral check on her."
Viper6: "Down? What? She got back to her body right?"
Viper8: "I dunno, I dunno ... What the !!! +++++screeching static, followed
by screams, then silence"
Viper1: "I have a lock on the mark. Firing ..."
<Medium machine gun fire rips through the Northeast quandrant of the
warehouse>
The view switches just in time to catch the burst. You see a small figure
holding its arm about 25 meters from you. The figure hits the ground for
an instant before rolling over and springing nearly the entire distance
towards you.
Viper6: "Did you get her?"
Viper1: "Not first, but now!"
The muzzle flares light enough area to allow the camera to glimpse the
fluorescent blue braids flowing from a dark complected face. The face is
contorted in pain, and only a quarter-visible for a moment before
disappearing of the screen.
Viper6: "Viper7, what do you see out there? Can you see the van?"
No response.
Viper6: "Viper5 or 7, respond."
Viper5: "Still have heatlock on target, sir. Mark is climbing east tower
of grates, will have a straight shot in ... 3 ... 2 ... +++++cracking,
snapping sound"
Viper6: "Viper report. Everybody!"
Viper1: "V1 check"
Viper2: "V2 check"
Viper3: "V3 check"
silence
Viper6: "V6 check"
silence
Viper6: "OK. Meet at the southeast of the warehouse. Watch your backs.
Whatever got 5,7,8, and 9 got them all by surprise."
Viper3: "Target bugged out, sir. Leapt through a ceiling vent."
Viper6: "SHIT! We find her. NOW!"
Viper2: "Uh, sir!"
View shifts from a bouncing run through the warehouse to a picture of
one of the helmets directly in front of you.
Viper6: "I don't wanna hear it, Ortiz! Rosha doesn't leave this deck alive."
Thunderous voice: "You have it backwards. You shall not leave this deck
alive."
+++++a male voice screams
Immediately the cameracarrier dashes in the direction of the sound. There
are two other Vipers there already, and one is lying on the ground, thrashing
around on his stomach, trying to reach something in his back.
As the camera approaches, you get a better look. It is a metallic rod, lodged
behind his left shoulder blade.
The other two Vipers are trying to hold him down, and remove the spike.
Viper6: "Stay alert. Whoever that was is still here."
Viper3 (smacking the other two away as he rises from the ground): "Get the
hell away from me!!"
Viper6 turns around just in time to see, Viper3 retrieve his minigun and
open fire on Vipers 1 and 2.
Viper6 (raising his assault rifle): "What're you doing?!"
Viper3 (bringing the minigun to bear towards you): "I can't help it! I can't
stop!"
The assault rifle bursts first. And Viper3's body arches over backwards,
and he lands with a dull thud.
Viper6: "Sorry, McIlvaine. You were a good man."
Thunderous voice: "Once again, it is proved."
The view wheels around in all directions, assault rifle fire following it.
Thunderous voice: "All death ever warrants is death. You sought to kill,
now you are dead."
Viper6: "My superiors won't rest that mini-bitch is toast. And you just added
your name to the guest list!"
Into view steps a HUGE HUGE troll, well over 9 feet tall, built like
your average panzer, the sight of him makes the cameracarrier stagger
backwards three steps. Four horns extend from the sides of his head, two
on each side. His teeth are too large to be covered by his mouth, and his
complexion appears purple-green.
Yet for all of his monstrous appearance, he is attired in the purple and
gold colors of royalty. Golden, medieval armor, and a flowing purple
robe.
Troll: "You at least deserve a fighting chance."
+++++sirens in the distance
The troll raises its fists, and takes a Karate fighting position.
Viper6: "One on one .... against you? Yeah, right!"
The assault rifle fires on full auto, Viper6 empties his clip at the troll.
Viper6 growls and screams a battlecry over the sound of his weapon, but
the troll stands in pose through the whole burst. The ricochets echo
throughout the warehouse.
Troll (disappointed): "Have it your way."
You see the camera shake as the last Viper struggles to reload his weapon.
Showing agility and speed unbelievable for something his size, the troll
executes a double, spinning cartwheel kick against "you". Immediately,
the camera is driven towards the floor.
But before it gets there, you hear the troll grunt, and his purple-green
fist consumes the entire screen.
+++++a sickening ripping sound
+++++end_of_recording
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