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PostSubject: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime23/07/13, 05:22 am

((This is a series of mostly unconnected stories, or pages rather. If I'm feeling the need to write I just dump it here.))


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Two men stood across from each other, fifty-feet of dirt between them.  Both their hands hovered over the wooden grips of their firearms, beads of sweating running down their faces, as they eyed one another, waiting for the signal to draw.  A large crowd screamed and yelled loudly, but neither of the men could hear, focused too much on how quick they would have to be to beat their opponent.  The man standing north wore a tanned leather vest, with a wide-brimmed dark brown hat, sitting atop his head, over his equally brown long hair, that almost reached his shoulders.  How he got mixed up in all this was now just a blur to him, trying to remember anything before what was happening at the current time seemed almost impossible, everything was blocked out, it was just him and the other man, standing across from him to the south.  This man's attire being much more costly looking than the man's clothes across from him.  He wore a black rawhide hat, and a dark purple vest with a pocket watch's chain dangling from one of his vest's pockets to another.  Over it, was a long, matching black coat, that hung past his knees, one side of it folded behind the shooter's back, revealing his pistol hanging in its holster on his belt.

A minute, maybe? had passed, but to them it had felt like a day had gone by, standing in the searing heat, sweating as their clothes soaked it all in.  The man to the north breathed in a large breath through his teeth, as he twitched his trigger finger, almost as if loosening it for what's about to come.  A loud engine was heard off in the distance and made both men a bit more tense, nearly mistaking it for the sign to fire, but that came moments later.  A whistle blew, both men quickly wrapped their sweat covered palms around their pistols, lifting them from the holsters they sat in, into the air, pulling the triggers.  Two loud cracks and a cheering crowd could be heard just before the sound of a ship's engines engulfed all noise that came from the arena, the ship, slowing its speed as it docked into the spaceport of Tagnas station.


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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime25/07/13, 03:35 am

((Another time, another place.))

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Dirt flew up from a large bullet impacting the ground, into the old soldier's good eye, causing him to curse and wipe it away, as he knelt down close to the ground, using the mound of earth as cover.  The dwarf grunted as he stood back up, looking onto the moonlit battlefield, toward his Orc enemies, that continued to fire at the old dwarf and his allies.  The Orcs had begun firing on the group of dwarves right as they had started entering the forest, pushing them back out of the forest and leaving them to fight in the plains on the outskirts of the woods, with no cover, but a few mounds of dirt that jutted just barely high enough to even do anything.

The Orcs had a major advantage in this fight, having the cover of the trees, the dwarf soldiers would have an extremely difficult time hitting their foes.  However, the Orc were often an impatient race, atleast the Bhok'forn(Forest) Orcs, and all the dwarves would have to do is wait them out.  "AAHH!!!"  One of the dwarf fighters screamed in pain, as a burst of bullets ripped into his armor and knocked him to the ground.  That is, if they had better cover, all they would have to do is wait them out.

Another dwarf rushed over to the fallen one, as one of the soldiers made their way over to the old one-eyed dwarf, keeping his head down, even when he hunkered down under the cover of the dirt.  "Commander! we cannot advance, the Orcs are not going to allow us into the forest.  We must retreat and find a path around."  The commander looked at the soldier with a glare, then reached into his bag at his side, pulling out an envelope with a silver seal that looked like a shining sun.  "The Lord is awaiting our arrival.  We do not have the time to create a new route."  The older dwarf said, in a grit filled voice.  His hand with the letter extended to the younger soldier, who now had an expression of shock on his face.  "C-commander?"  He spoke, and the one-eyed dwarf quickly responded, "Take it, I will cover while you take the team into the forest."   The soldier looked at the note for a moment before finally grabbing it from the commander.  He tucked it under a piece of his plate armor.  The old commander placed his hand on the other dwarf's left shoulder, the younger doing the same.  They both nodded and the soldier broke off, running back to the rest of the team.

The commander fed a new belt of bullets into his chain rifle.  Looking over to the squad, he nodded.  He rose from cover, grabbing the handle found on the top of the weapon, also grabbing the crank on the side, at the same time.  Twisting the crank, bullets began feeding into the gun, turning the barrels, and soon firing projectiles at high velocities, into the thick woods.  He walked over his cover, firing the gun while screaming his last battle cry.  The squad of soldiers then bolted from behind their dirt, into the open, rushing to the edge of the forest.  The Orcs had barely noticed the other dwarves once the other one walked out from its cover.  Bullets rained upon the commander, at first most missed, but the Orcs quickly compensated for their weapons and the first bullet ricocheted off from the commander's shoulder plate, into the dirt.  There were a few more glancing blows before one shot made it through his armor.  "GAH!"  He yelled, gritting his teeth, but never stopped firing.  More bullets rushed towards the dwarf, impacting themselves on his armor, and into his flesh.  He fell to his knee once but quickly recovered, lifting himself up, finishing the rest of his last bullet belt.  Tossing the rotating rifle to the ground, the commander drew his pistol from its holster, firing its large caliber bullets into the woods before one last shot brought the old dwarf to his knees.

The commander could no longer lift his weapon, he now just sat in the middle of the battlefield, as the Orcs emerged from the forest.  They spread out around the old one, almost completely ignoring him, save for one.  A large, brown Orc walked over to the commander, resting a large blunderbuss on his shoulder.  The Orc stood there for a moment, watching the dying Dwarf.  The commander forced his head up to see the Orc, but soon lowered it again, to spit on the Orc's boot.  It simply laughed as it slowly brought its blunderbuss to the top of the commander's head.  A large crack of thunder rang out across the plains and forest, but no lightning was in the sky.
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime19/03/14, 02:39 am

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Foulen opened his eyes, though his vision was filled with nothing more than blackness.  He looked down but couldn't see himself and the only thing he could feel was weightlessness, as though he was floating.  After seconds of confusion, Foulen saw a small glimmer in the distance.  A star? he thought, but couldn't be sure.  Within a few more seconds, the small speck of light had ground into what looked like a white dot, then as the seconds continued to count, the dot began to grow larger and took on a yellow hue.  After only a minute had passed, Foulen's vision had been almost entirely engulfed by the giant sun-like ball.  It emitted a consistent vibrating hum sound and as the orb got closer to him, or he got closer to it, he could feel a heat emerging from it.

He felt his skin begin to char.  He tried moving away from the sun, but he couldn't control his course.  He tried to scream as the heat continued to burn him, but the humming completely drowned out his cries with deafening volume.  Foulen felt himself being consumed by the sphere's seething fires, as an unbearable amount of pain filled his entire body.  Then it stopped.  He was surrounded by fire, but it no longer burned him.  His legs were touching a solid surface, though there was none to be seen.  In front of him, he saw a red ruby, cut into a perfectl oval.  He tried reaching for it, but when he did he began to fall back into the black void.

Foulen then woke up...
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime09/12/14, 11:54 pm

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Ben was in the front of the crowd.  He watched as the empty casket was lowered in the ground.  UNSC Marines fired there rifles into the air and ONI officials were standing straight in a salute.  There were no other family members though, just past employers and friends.  Ben is all there was.  The last of kin.

When the box hit the bottom of the grave, Ben snapped into a salute as the last rifle rounds were fired.  After the crowd dispersed and the grave was filled, Ben placed a family photo of a man, a woman and a boy on top of the gravestone which read:  "Here lies a Soldier, a Spartan and a Father:  William Benjamin Durrett"
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime18/12/14, 03:14 am

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The sun burned bright overhead as the armies clashed below the large mountain of Herzthise.  The dwarf army defended the mouth of the mountain with their artillery and other advanced gunpowder weapons whilst the elves used their magic and blades to keep the armor-bound Fire Elementals off the mountain's stone steps.  The Elemental army looked like a sea of fire trying to flood the mountain and all who defended it, but the two armies attempting to hold their ground would soon succumb to the legion of fire before them.

Inside the mountain, an injured Dwarf that looked to be scorched on his left side, armed with a large maul, accompanied by two other rifleman Dwarves that were equally grisled, made their way into the depths of Herzthise.  The ancient tunnels were cut into grand hallways, huge columns on each side of them.  Down the corridor the small party heard a faint humming and as they grew closer the humming became louder.  At the end of the hall they were met with a large doorway closed off by a stone wall.  The Dwarf lifted his hammer into the air and after speaking the incantations "Ul Ruh Deehm, Guhrauk!" the hammer began to glow blue.  Striking the ground, the hammer sent a tremor that split the ground toward the door and once reaching it, caused it to crumble apart in a loud earthquake.

Through the dust, the Dwarves could see a bright red light and the humming intensified.  As they stepped closer to the next room they could feel the temperature rising.  When they cleared the dust and rubble they stepped into a large round empty room, a stone walkway along the sides of the large pit in the middle.  Four bridges led to the pinnacle in the middle of the room and that was where they saw the fist sized oval ruby projecting the seething light.

Standing in the middle, next to the crystal was a human woman clad in red robes casting some kind of spell on it.  "Tilo!" The Dwarf yelled, his voice barely sounding over the immense humming but the human did turn her head.  She snared before flexing her hands, sending a pulse of red light that emitted from the stone through the room, carrying with it a burning heat.  One of the Dwarves screamed in pain but the hammer-baring Dwarf simply growled as he started walking across one of the platforms toward the wizard, the other two following suit.

The human growled as she sent another pulse from the stone, then another.  The skin on the Dwarf began to char black with each pulse, flakes of his burnt flesh fell apart into ash in the breeze as the other two Dwarves were ripped into cinders, but he continued on, hammer in his hands.  "Your world will burn and all that will remain shall be ash and fire!" The woman screamed before turning to the Dwarf raising her hands beginning to cast a spell, but before she had the chance the Dwarf hoisted his maul over his head and brought it down onto the human's skull.

He fell with his hammer, only just catching himself before hitting the ground.  The ruby stone was still pulsating, the Dwarf wondered if it was too late, if the spell had been successful. Outside of the mountain, the sun began to burn hotter with each moment.  The Elves and Dwarves screaming in agony as they were being burnt by the sun itself.  The Dwarf, not willing to give up, willed himself to stand.  As he reached out to the stone he screamed as the flesh from his hand began to vaporize infront of his very eyes.  With the last of his strength, he grabbed the red stone, gripping it with all his might.  With one last roar the stone shattered in his hand and he was turned to ash.

The sun, though not settling, stopped burning any hotter.  At the base of the mountain, nothing remained of its defenders and the Elementals all looked up to the sun in confusion.
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime10/09/15, 12:55 am

A.D. walked through the crowded street, periodically checking the placement of his currency and sidearm.  He kept all the belongings he carried on himself concealed under a red poncho draped over his shoulders, same as he concealed his face with a weathered brown helmet behind a tinted visor.  He slipped his way through the crowded and briskly darted into a store on the curb.  As he pushed the glass door open and heard the bell of the door ring, he felt relieved to be out of the dusty and packed street.  Inside was quite bare.  Several mechanical parts hung on the walls but behind the counter was empty, though he could hear the sound of a blowtorch further in the shop.  A.D. walked up to the counter and saw a button on its surface with a note that read Ring of service.  

A.D. pressed the button down with his thumb and a loud buzzing sound filled the shop.  The blowtorch then silenced after a short moment the door behind the counter slammed open and emerged a grease covered older man with a large beard and welding glasses covering his eyes.  The man approached the counter and spoke out in a thick accent.  "What can I do ya fer?"  A.D. responded by tossing the front of his poncho behind his back, revealing his plated brown armor and pistol on his hip.  At this point the man seemed to come down with an apparent nervousness as his hand drifted beneath the counter.  A.D. then slowly reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled from it a piece of folded paper.

The man behind the counter now seemed to become calmer, though his hand was still hidden under the counter.  A.D. unfolded the paper and placed it in front of the man.  It looked to be a schematic for some kind of mechanical part.  "Eh, ya need a cherry popper?  That's a hard piece to brake ther', son...  But important to fly nonetheless.  Ya snap it when ya landed hear?"  A.D. simply responded by tilting his head to look straighter into the man's eyes.  He then reached into another pouch and pulled out a small device with a screen on it.  He turned it on and a blue interface show up with a bunch of zeros.  A.D. swiped the screen and the numbers changed to thirty-thousand.

The mechanic laughed.  "Hahaha...  I don't think so, son.  You can't fly a ship without one of those.  Which means you can't leave before you buy one...  And it gon' cost more than thirty."  The man wore a large grin across his face.  A.D. annoyingly tiled his head to the right as his hand hovered his sidearm.  With a growl A.D. then used his other hand to swipe the card twice more, changing it to fifty.  The man laughed once more and said "Much obliged." And walked into the back after pocketing the card.  He came out a few moments later with a container the size of a breadbox and handed it to A.D.  "Pleasure doin' business with ya."  The mechanic said as he left to the back of the shop, the sound of a blowtorch igniting not long after.

A.D. draped his poncho back over his chest before walking back into the street.
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime27/09/15, 09:01 pm

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The wind was sharp as it whipped its' cold snap through the air into Tanic's exposed eyes.  Even under all his armor he could feel the winds against his skin.  As he was knelt down, hands in the snow trying to pick himself up he saw blood drip from his stomach, staining the snow below him.  It had been a long time since he last saw his own blood.  The hellfire that burned inside him would usually mend his wounds before he ever had to treat them, but now at the peak of this mountain with the freezing bite his fire seems to be subdued.

He groaned as he lifted himself up to stand, barely keeping his balance.  "It's over Caleran."  A deep guttural sounding voice spoke. "Your time on these planes are over...  I win."  The tall skeletal figure moved closer towards Tanic, a crude looking sword made from a dark metal in hand, tattered robes dragging in the snow.

"You don't win by killing me.  There is others who can defeat you..."  Tanic spoke through his teeth as his wound stung.  The necromancer laughed "Come now, Tanic.  You know that not to be true."  He placed his bony hand upon Tanic's shoulder plate. "Good bye, my reverent adversary." Tanic felt the sword pierce into his heart and with one last gasp he fell into a familiar darkness.
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime23/11/15, 01:09 am

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The sun was young in the sky, just peaking over the horizon casting its' first light of the day over the blooming trees.  Brown leaves littered the earth's floor still damp from the morning dew.  A walking corpse shuffled its way through the forest, dragging its feet loudly through the dead leaves.  It bit its teeth together as it made a quiet guttural growl.  The walker stopped in its tracks as it saw a humanoid figure standing in the open completely motionless.  The walker let out what could only be described as an excited growl as it picked up its pace heading right for the figure.

The zombie bumped into a wooden sign that had been stuck in the ground that read 'Stay Away!'  The walker passed many other signs with similar warnings and the figure standing still was no human, but a bloated deer carcass attached to a cross donned in a long black coat and fedora.  The walker caring very little, continued toward its would-be breakfast.  But as it came within twenty-feet the walker dropped about ten into a pit being impaled by wooden stakes at the bottom.

All of the spikes missed the walker's brain, but it was now trapped with about four other helpless walkers.  The sign at the top of the pit read 'Humans Watch Your Step - Buckeye'
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime17/01/16, 02:06 pm

"Goddammit, Caddy stop that bleeding!"  Wrecker yelled over the sounds of discharging firearms and sizzling plasma impacting the walls around the Spartan fireteam Sovereign.  One of the five Spartans laid bleeding from a wound in her stomach.  Three of the team fired at the approaching enemies down the corridors of the Covenant craft.  Caddy, Sovereign's designated medic knelt over Hunter to inspect her injury "Hunter, you hear me?"  The Spartan groaned in response.

"I think I'm hit." Hunter said clenching her teeth

"'Least you ain't dead."  Caddy turned to Durrett "Biofoam!"

"Here."  Hunter grabbed Caddy's shoulder pad and shifted herself to grab a canister of biomedical foam from her belt, groaning in pain doing so.  Caddy quickly grabbed and extended the can's nozzle.  Not wasting time to ask if Hunter was ready Caddy shoved the biofoam into the soldier's wound, filling it up with the medicine.  "AHH!"  Hunter let out a short scream of pain but her pain soon subsided.

"You good to move!?  We're sitting ducks in this hall!"  Wrecker asked before letting out multiple controlled bursts from his M739 LMG into a charging elite, dropping it with a heavy thud.  "Good.  Let's move out!"  Hunter ordered her squad.  Moving further down the hall firing back at any pursuers.  Caddy took point and led the group pass a door into a large hangar filled with Spirit drop ships and Banshees.  "Sovereign get to that dropship!"  Hunter ordered pointing at the closest Spirit to the fireteam.  They started to move but a large enemy opposition of Elites and a Hunter pair fired at Sovereign, forcing them into cover.  "We're not getting to that ship intact, ma'am."  Durrett said to Hunter.

"Shit."  Hunter exclaimed before she thought of something "Claudia?"

A woman's voice spoke over the squad's comms.  "You rang?"

"Claudia, you still in the ship's system? I need you to open the hangar and shut down the shields."

"Alright... but you may want to hang on to something."

Each member of Sovereign enabled their mag boots, as the unknowing aliens made their way toward the group never letting up on their firing.  One moment Sovereign team could hear only the sounds of plasma being fired over head, exploding behind them, the next was complete silence as the Elites were instantly shot out into the void.  All the vessels in the hangar were locked down and remained.

"Hunter, I'm being locked out."  Claudia spoke "You're not gonna have enough time to get into a ship."  Hunter didn't hesitate.

"Claudia unlock that dropship.  Sovereign, disable mag boots."  Claudia and all of Sovereign followed their orders without hesitation.  With the hangar now fully depressurized Hunter floated out toward the Spirit, using her armor's thrusters to steer.  "Aim for the ship!"  she said over comms as she connected with the dropship, using her thrusters to push it out of the hangar.  The rest of Sovereign followed suit and they were able to get the Spirit out of the hangar before the shields were reactivated.  The crew quickly got seated.  Wyatt, the only Spartan-III among them took the pilot's seat.  "Wrecker, blow it."  Hunter ordered.

"Aren't we a little close, ma'am?"  

"You wanna get taken out by those turrets? I said blow it!"

Wrecker took out his detonator, flipped off the safety cap and pressed the red button.  Though they couldn't hear it, the squad saw a bright flash just behind them as the Covenant ship blew.  Wyatt gunned it as soon as he saw the first signs of detonation.  The Spirit was propelled from the blast and the whole ship was shaking for half a minute before everything calmed.  "Wyatt, how are we?"

"Nothing's responding.  We're dead in the water."

"That's fine.  Sovereign, everyone good?"

"Green."

"Green."

"Good."

"Green."

"Good.  Claudia, radio command, tell 'em success."
 Hunter said

"Yes ma'am.  Sovereign team to UNSC Remember It Later.  Mission is success and ready for pick-up.  Sending coordinates."

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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime28/01/16, 06:49 pm

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In the middle of Springfield Ohio a lone car at an intersection's alarm begins to sound, echoing through the dead city.  The noise gained the attention of nearly every walking corpse in a twelve block radius.  Over the sounds of beeping and honking the noise of a thousand hungry groans and growls could be heard as the zombies slowly surrounded the vehicle, clawing and biting at its glass.  After about a half of an hour the zombies had piled over the car and the ones that couldn't get to it filled the adjacent streets.  The walkers, however, lacked the required intellect to notice the big red barrel with wiring all around it inside the vehicle.  Or the other propane, gas and all kinds of explosive materiel wired with C-4 up and down all four streets.  Just as the first zombie lost it was consumed by a ball of fire where the car was just a second ago.

The street began to explode under the walkers' feet.  Zombie legs, arms and other bits littered the bloody streets as an engine roared to life.  Down by the next intersection Abel was sitting in his Impala, watching the "moths" fly into the light.  Striking a match with a burst of flame, Abel lit the cigarillo hanging from his mouth and drove off, leaving the gory testament
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime01/02/16, 06:03 pm

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Rain whipped through the air on a warm night as the sounds of waves crashing against Booty Bay's shore could be heard.  A large figure stepped off of the last transport ship of the day.  His heavy metal boots made a loud thud which each step.  He wore a cloak with a hood covering his hunched figure and the handle of a weapon could be seen sticking of of the cloak on his back, a handle to maybe an axe or hammer.  The docks were mostly empty, everyone were already taking shelter for the coming storm in the distance.  The storm, however hadn't concerned this being, he was set on his quest.

Making his way up a flight of stairs he made his way to the location of the local tavern he had heard stories of.  Looking up at the swaying sign he saw the words 'The Salty Sailor' and knew he was in the right place.  He pushed the door in but the wind took it and it slammed open.  Everyone had been laughing and singing before the newcomer entered.  He stepped inside and scanned the room.  Most of the tables were full of locals and other adventurers of all races, a band of bards stood in the corner but had stopped playing when he entered.  But most importantly at one table was a man with a large yellow feather in his cap with two other men sitting by him.

"Shut the door! ya lettin' the rain in!"

The goblin behind the bar yelled.  The stranger shut the door with a thud before removing his hood, revealing the green-skinned, tusked Orc with an unkept mohawk atop his head.  The Orc wasted no time making his way toward the man with the feathered-cap's table, sitting across from him.  The human looked a bit confused at the Orc, before speaking in a rotten accent.

"Ye lost, mate?"

The Orc looked at the man with a cold stare for a good five-seconds before responding in a graveled voice.

"Trake Thunderfoot?"

The man looked both a surprised and cautious, but wore a fake smile.

"So ya know me name, but I don't know yers, do I?"

"Nor do you need to.  But you should know this name.  Urgrosh the Vanquisher.  An Orc who joined your pirate crew not seven months back.  Remember him?"

The pirate's grin faded.

"I don't know who ye speaking abo-"

"Grombolar!"  The Orc snapped, slamming the table with his hands "You lie!"  The two other men at the table reach for their weapons, but Trake keeps them from drawing.

"Aight, maybe I've heard of this Orc you speak of.  Whatcha ya wanna know, mate?"

The Orc growled "Where is he?  And don't think about lying, sea maggot!"

Thunderfoot lets out a little laugh "I wouldn't dream of lyin' mate.   It's simple.  I sent out a ship to Vashj'ir an' they never came back, ya see?"

"Vashj'ir? Are you insane?!  What would provoke you to send them there?  There's things in that ocean that can condemn ships to the deepest of any abyss!"  The Orc quickly stood up, dropping his cloak behind him revealing his full plate armor as he drew his axe from his back, holding it in both hands.  Both the pirates beside Trake stood up and each drew a pistol, training them on the Orc.

"Now now, mate."  Thunderfoot paused a moment to take a drink from his tankard.  "Don't do anything ya may regret.  Now my business is just that, ye need not poke yer nose in it."

"Your business likely killed every soul on that ship!"

"What do ya care, green-skin?  Ah, ye must be related to that other green-skin, I see now.  What, Brother? Nah, you Orcs aren't that close to yer siblings.  This must be yer son then.  Well I've said everythin' I had to say.  You have yer information now leave before things get ugly... Mate"
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime17/02/16, 04:48 pm

Abel gritted his teeth as he held his wound in his stomach, futilely trying to keep himself from bleeding out.  He let his body fall against a locker on the wall, his shoulder hitting it with a loud thud, denting the locker some.  He heard hungry groans down the school's hall behind him.  They're coming for you he thought to himself as he winced in pain before shoving himself off the wall and started stumbling down the dark hallway, away from the sound behind him.  He held his pistol in his right hand as his left was still on his stomach.  There was a trail of blood behind Abel as he slowly made his was through the old school building.  As he followed the exit signs on the walls Abel turned a corner to see the exit, its glass doors being pounded on by more zombies.  "Shit!" Abel exclaimed before turning around, now seeing the other pursuing walkers just down the hall from him.

Every damn Rotter is in the fucking school.  Abel saw a stairs sign next to a grey metal door.  Quickly making his way to the door, Abel grabbed the handle and swung it open.  He tried moving through it but was tackled by a corpse that threw itself on him.  "Motherfu-" he was cut off as he and the walker both fell to the ground, Abel's wound searing in pain.  Though the pain in his gut was an after thought as he felt an unbearable stinging on his neck as the walker tore a piece off the side of it.  Abel screamed in agony but knew he had to act quick.  It was hard for him to angle it but he tried to aim his pistol at the walkers head.  Three shots.  POP. POP. POP.  One bullet tagged the zombie, causing it to go limp.

Though in excruciating pain, Abel shoved the walker off of him and willed himself up.  The walkers at the exit were starting to smash through the glass as the ones on the other side of the hall were nearly on top of Abel.  He was going to head upstairs but saw more zombies stumbling their way down.  Abel went to his only option, an adjacent classroom with a small window.  He rushed in and slammed the door.  He looked for a lock but found none.  Grabbing a chair in the room he propped the door close.  It's no use

"It'll hold them for atleast a minute or two! I just got to find a way out of here."

That's not what I meant...

Abel frantically looked for a way out before cringing at the wound on his neck and reality hit him.  "No... No....  NO!"  He screamed as he kept checking the bite, thinking maybe it wasn't his blood? maybe he just dodged it? maybe it just nicked him?  "How? it's happened a hundred times, why is it now I wasn't fast enough? WHY?  Maybe... maybe I won't get infected...  Maybe I'll be fine?"

Maybe...  But that's not the truth.  It's over...

Abel clenched his stomach wound and his eyes shut as tears began to run down his face.  He fell to his knees as he heard the zombies banging against the blocked door.  You know what's next.  We can't become one...  Abel sniffled and wiped his tears away with the hand that was holding his wound, smearing his left cheek.  He rose his pistol in his right hand up and under his jaw.  One last tear streamed down his bloody cheek, making a clean trail down his face.  The crying's over.

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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime05/04/16, 02:59 am

Name: Yōkai
Race: Orc
Age: 22
Class: Samurai
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Current Status: Deceased
Biography:  Born into a clan from the eastern continent of Tian Xia, Yōkai was raised as an honorable and equally deadly samurai.  Though Orcs weren't as common in Tian Xia as they were in other locations on Golarion, they made themselves their own clan that they named the Oni.  The Oni were based in Northern Tian Xia, near the cold Crown of the World.  Once of age, all samurai are given one last test before they are accepted into the ranks of the Oni.  They are sent out and must bring back with them something deeming worthy of the elder's acceptance.  Whether it be a powerful magical item or the head of a great beast.  It's this last test why the Oni are so few in numbers, as very few young warriors return from their long journeys.  Most pilgrim's will go to the far south reaches of Tian Xia, staying in familiar territory but Yōkai Went east.  Getting a boat to cross the sea cost more coin than Yōkai had, so he traveled north and used the Crown of the World to go around the sea.  He was met with many dangerous encounters in the northern lands, both wildlife and the more "civilized" inhabitants.  He finally made it to a point where he was able to travel south unto the mainland.  He was relieved by the site of green trees and even grass.  He continued south on this new continent, past the River Kingdoms and even a territory where he saw many alike his kin, though more savage than most the Tian Xia orcs.

He eventually came across the land of Varisia, more specifically the small seaside village of Sandpoint.  Far from home and very eager to prove his skills Yōkai kept his ears open.  It would seem he came to the right place, hearing rumors of Devils and the mother of monsters.  It would seem though adventure would fall on his lap when the town was attacked by a small army of goblins, while Yōkai and band of like-minded adventurers joined forces and helped drive the goblins off.  This newly formed group would go on to fight many foes of hideous creation but none that Yōkai seemed worthy of becoming a samurai.  Everything was going well for Yōkai.  He joined a group fighting for the good of others.  He'd grown keen on a local tavern owner whom was from Tian Xia like himself.  But Yōkai would have a change of heart when the group were out on a lead of an evil entity they'd been after for some time now.  This entity would use undead to fight his battles.  Corpses of villagers and farmers.  The band of adventurers were investigating a farm when the scarecrows from the fields began moving and attacking the group.  Yōkai, not thinking before he acted, charged on of the none moving scarecrows, thinking that he would kill it before it had the chance to move.

It was then when he impaled the scarecrow with his nodachi that he heard the gasp of not a monster, but a man inside the straw suit.  Yōkai had slain an innocent farmer.  After that Yōkai lost all honor for himself and would brand himself Ronin.  Later after that, the group would finally go after the the most popular rumor in Sandpoint.  They began hunting the ghost story creature known as the Sandpoint Devil.  After some keen investigating they would ploy a cunning trap for the Devil.  But the group was not ready for a monster so powerful.  They'd never witness a beast so hideous and haunting.  In the fight three of the adventurers would fall, leaving only two alive.  Yōkai was one of the fallen.
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime25/04/16, 02:20 am

Name: Regdar T. Muelin the sixth
Race: Dwarf
Age: 19
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Alignment: Lawful Neutral
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Biography:  Born under the Kodar mountains north of the Cinderlands and being the first born he inherited the family name of Regdar.  The Kodar mountains weren't usually home to many Dwarves but the Muelin clan were of the few brave enough to settle in the deep caves.  They had a large settlement in Undivver, one of the many mountains.  This small city, Faern, was home to a couple hundred Dwarves who were all warriors before their profession.  Though pretty secluded these Dwarves did have some connection with the people of the Cinderlands as well as some political figures in the city of Korvosa.

After a plague hit Korvosa as well as a number of other unfortunate events they had sent for help from the Muelin family.  So Regdar's father who was a powerful cleric as well, as one of his trusted guards left Faern to aid Korvosa.  After almost a year of no contact Regdar's uncle Rucks began to search for the father Regdar.  But now three years has past and neither Rucks or Regdar senior have been heard of, but they had recently heard from his guard, Roland, who had informed them that, due to some trickery of a powerful artifact, Regdar the fifth had been corrupted before leaving, no telling his whereabouts.  The now older Regdar T. Muelin the sixth inherited the title of Chief in Faern but his first act while in command was to leave his home in search of answers.  He knew that his father and uncle were probably both dead but he needed to know what happened to them.

So now the young dwarf is just happening upon the most corrupt city of Varisia, Kaer Maga.  Not a safe place for any being but it is the best place for information... if you have the coin.
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime07/05/16, 12:37 am

An empty bottle of whiskey rolls across the floor of the dark room.  The only light coming in is from the the full moon through the room's single window.  A man with a pistol hanging from his hand stumbled to the window, dragging his feet.  The man, Doug, sniffled as tears ran down his cheeks and dripped off of his chin.  He would wipe them away but his eyes would only continue to flow.  He watched the rain outside hit the window's glass making a tapping sound like a bird pecking at the glass.  Doug looked down at the weapon in his hands, ejecting the cylinder and stared at the six bronze bullets that were cradled inside.

After checking that the weapon was loaded he snapped the bullets back into the six-gun and turned his back to the window.  Doug saw his shadow being cast in the window's light all the way to the opposite wall of the room.  He stared deeply at the shadow, feeling almost as though it stared back at him.  Doug watched himself through the shadow raise the gun to the side of his head and just after clenching his eyes shut a loud shot rang out.

Doug stood infront of the window with his eyes shut and body completely tense for near ten-seconds before peaking his eyes open.  He looked down to see the revolver still pointing at the floor with no shots fired.  As he stared down Doug followed the legs of his shadow upwards.  Doug was shocked in terror as he saw his shadow still holding the gun to its head, and in the middle of its head was a hole in the wall where blood began to seep out and run to the floor creating a large dark red puddle.

Duog woke up in his bed gasping loudly for air as he jutted into an upwards position, combing his hand through his hair for a wound.  Finding no injury Doug started to calm down but his eyes widened as he saw on his bedside table was an empty bottle and a revolver with its cylinder open and only five bullets.

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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime17/05/16, 01:12 am

In the far reaches of space in a zone controlled by a group of religious zaelots two massive fleets of starships collide into each, firing beams of light that rip through one-another causing massive explosions that would be making devastating sound if not for the silence that space provides.  Not far from the battle two smaller ships quickly approach.  The ship in front was a very small scout ship shaped similar to an arrow head.  It had a gyro-style engines which allowed great maneuverability.  The light assault ship that followed was significantly larger than the scout but had a number of different weapons at its disposable.  It didn't take long for the ships to enter the fray.  They darted between the large battle ships as they tore each other apart.  The two ships did not engage any of the vessels, instead they avoided any conflict, making their way toward one of the armies flagships.

The fleets engaged with eachother are from two of the larger armies in the galaxy.  One side: The Bloodied Crusade.  The previously mentioned religious zaelots who follow old gods known as the Dragons.  They scour the galaxy, cleansing everything they deem impure to their beliefs.  One of these impurities include the faction they are currently engaged with: Netics.  A faction of cyborgs who also follow old gods.  They worship their gods with self preservation by enhancing, mutilating and often indoctrinating bodies while keeping the mind of flesh and blood, but usually traumatized and tortured.

The flagship that the two ships fly toward is that of the Netics.  The Netic flagship is different shades of black and dark greys and shaped like a saucer with many towers and large, crude looking spikes that protrude in every direction.  Blue lights flash seemingly at random across the ship's hull.  The two ships slowed as they flew beneath the vessel.

The pilot in the small scout ship opened the comms and spoke to the other small ships.  You couldn't tell many features of the pilot save for that she was a female human.  "Blue team, this is red team.  Marking breach location.  That's one of the ship's hangars, so it should give us room to maneuver."  The women watched her radars as she spoke, seeing if any enemy fighters took notice of the two ships but they seemed to be undetected for the time being.  "I copy red team and I see the waypoint.  Get ready cause they're gonna be noticing us after we blow this hole. Over."  The second pilot's voice was a man's, also human.  A team of five prepared in the back of the scout ship.  Three humans, one, Darko, having a more grizzled look than the other two, he was obviously a soldier.  Another looked the soldier-type, Mina, though she was much younger, both age and experience.  The last human looked to be some kind of specialist, Leo, he carried only a pistol but he wore all sorts of tech.  He had mechanical enhancements, no-doubt.  The other two were not human.  Tammer was a large reptilian alien with horns that curved toward the back of his head.  And the last member was a humanoid-shaped robot known as Gavin.

Darko tapped into the comms on his earpiece.  "Red team is a go.  Blow it."  Blue team's assault ship aimed upward to the Netic ship's hull and shot off a flurry of explosive fire into the massive ship.  As soon as the firing began the pilot of the scout ship, Deb, saw multiple dots show up on her radar.  "Guys, hurry that up we got a baker's dozen worth of fighters closing in on us!"  The other pilot immediately responded, "This flagship isn't made of paper, it's gonna take a sec.  Just hold them off will ya?! Over!" "With what!? the particle beam on this scout ship isn't gonna do shit!"  Deb turned the front of her ship toward the enclosing forces.  They looked to be some kind of drones, too small to fit anything but an engine and guns in them.  "Its that or we die so get to please! over." Vice replied before turning to the other three occupants in the cockpit.  Two more humans.  Ellis and Waller two soldiers who went AWOL and Lott, a robot that looked to be designed for construction of some type.

"You three!  There's manual four manual turrets on this ships take your pick!" Vice implied as the three quickly took arms as the Netic drones drew closer and fired blue beams at the two ships, few shots hitting the assault ship.  The scout ship returned fire with a yellow beam, taking out drone.  The three aboard the assault ship also retaliated, firing automatic explosive round into the attackers, eliminating all but four of the drones.  With one last shot from the assault ship's front cannon a hole big enough for both ships to fit was made.  Vice yelled over the comms "thats it lets' go!"  Blue team's assault ship entered the flagship's hangar first.  Inside dozens of Netic drone hung over small bay doors, ready to fall into the blackness of space.  There were also catwalks throughout the hangar but there were no Netic androids around, probably due to the breach in the ship's hull.

"Blue team I'm coming in but I got drones right on my ass, get ready."  Deb said as she darted the scout ship easily through the hole.  Vice positioned the assault ships main cannon at the breach and readied it to fire.  The drones were instantly vaporized by the cannon as they attempted to pursue the scout ship through the hole.  "Alright red team, you're up.  We'll keep this hangar clear.  Get the intel then cheese it. Over."  Darko responded to Vice "Copy blue team."  Darko turned to the rest of red team.  "Helmets on."  Each team member save for the robot Gavin slid a helmet over their heads.

The hatch in the back of the scout ship opened and the five-person teamed down unto the nearest catwalk as their mags boots connected and ground them.  They moved toward the nearest door and it opened automatically into a small depressurization room.  "Leo."  Darko said and pointed to the command console next to the door infront of them.  "On it." Leo replied and started typing on the consoles keys initiating the pressure chamber before opening the door.  The door slid open with a heavy clank, exposing the long hallway.  The entire ship had wires just hang from the ceilings and walls.  "Such a crude design." Gavin spoke in its low pitched robotic voice.  "Netics don't care about appearances.  Just function." Leo hastefully responded to Gavin.  "Still, could've tidy up for company." The gravely voice of Tammer exclaimed.  Darko and Mina rolled their eyes at eachother.  Both being soldiers know to keep chatter to the minimum.

The team turned a corner but were met with machine gun fire.  Tammer, who was leading the group quickly withdrew and yelled "Get back!"  Once their fire seized he leaned out with his heavy machine gun and returned fire in controlled bursts but he was quickly suppressed back behind cover.  "Were not going that way.  There's too many."  Darko looked to Leo.  "You got the map.  Is there a way around?"  Leo tapped the touchscreen device on his wrist before responding "Yes, we can go back and loop around.  But if we let the Netics in this hallway push forward we'll be cut off from the hangar."  Tammer let off another few bursts of fire.  "Go.  I'll hold 'em off."  Darko took cover next to Tammer.  "I'll stay too.  Mina, Leo and Gavin you three get the intel.  We'll meet back at the hangar.  Mina gave Darko a quick salute before going back the way they came, Gavin following behind.  "Ten minutes.  That's all we'll need."  Leo said to Darko, to which he replied "Alright, then I'm counting.  Get moving!"  Leo ran to catch up with Mina and Gavin.  Darko dart across the hallway into a nook in the wall that gave him just enough cover, occasionally leaning out to lay down fire.

Gavin, Mina and Leo arrived inside of a room that looked to be a bridge but was completely abandoned.  Leo darted across the room what looked like a console before turning to Mina, holding his hand out.  "Give me the drive."  Mina looked him in the eye for a moment before digging a chip that looked to be of Netic design out of her pocket and handing it to Leo.  He took it and inserted it into a slot designed for the chip.  Gavin began to speak "How long will the downlo-" "Done." Leo said before ejecting the disk and pocketing it and started for the door before Mina grabbed Leo's shoulder.  "Leo...  The drive."  He just looked at her plainly for a moment before responding, "Of course." He grabbed from his coat pocket and gave it back to her.

"Darko we got the intel and are heading for the hangar.  Over."  Mina said over the comms.  "Copy.  Me and Tammer are heading back. Over and out."  Darko emptied the last of his mag from his assault rifle as he walked across the hall, then he and Tammer started sprinting down the corridor to the hangar.  As Mina, Gavin and Leo made their way down the hall Leo positioned himself in the middle of the group with Gavin behind him.  As they passed a doorway Leo slammed the butt of his pistol into the close button, shutting the door infront of Gavin.  As Mina turned to see what had happened Leo was already pointing his gun at her head and pulling the trigger.  She dropped to the floor dead as Gavin attempted to open the door but was quickly locked out of the controls by Leo.

Leo grabbed the Netic drive from Mina before going into dead-sprint through the hall, making it to the hangar door before Darko.  Leo inserted the Netic chip into his wrist device and started tapping into the system.  He closed the door to the pressure chamber behind him before hearing Gavin over the comms.  "Darko! Leo has killed Mina and stolen the chip."  Leo looked through the small window in the door and saw Darko and Tammer running toward him, but the door was locked and they were already being pursued by Netics.  "Vice! Deb! Don't let Leo aboard either of those ships!  Leo, open this fucking door!"  Leo turned and stared Darko in the eye through the glass.  "Sorry, Darko.  I found a better buyer.  Sorry it went down the way it did, I was hoping it was gonna be smoother than this.  I didn't wan't to have to kill so many of you."  Darko's face was filled with anger.  "You aren't going anywhere, Leo.  We have the ships.  And you sure as shit aren't getting on either of 'em."  Leo cracked a large grin.  "Don't you worry your head about that.  I've got it figured out."  

Leo tapped commands into his device and all the inactive drone in the hangar came to life and immediately began firing on the two ships.  "Taking fire!"  Vice screamed  "Man those turrets, take them out!"  Both the assault and scout ship started firing at the drones but were vastly outnumbered and at a disadvantage in such close quarters.  Leo typed in more commands and from a far point in the hangar a Netic ship hovered toward him.  Different from the drones. This seemed to be a drop ship of some kind.  "Deb, Vice, fire on Leo, don't let him esca-"  Darko was cut off when a bullet tore through his shoulder.  "Darko, we got Netics." Tammer yelled before opening fire, dropping one of the mostly mechanical androids.  Darko turned and did the same but they had limited cover and wouldn't last long.

Deb spoke over the comms "Guys I'm getting lit up here.  I can't take much more!"  She yelled before three drones focused there fire on the scout ship's engines causing an explosion, destroying the ship.  "Deb's down.  I repeat the scout ship is gone!"  Vice yelled as he targeted as many of the drones as he could, destroying one after the other with the ship's cannon.  Leo's ship hovered low as he disabled his ma boots and floated inside, taking the helm.  "Vice, do not let Leo escape over!" Darko said as he continued fire but got two more shots in the chest.  Tammer didn't let off the trigger as he walked into the middle of the hall roaring, cutting down three more Netics, absorbing bullets into his thick hide before finally collapsing with a heavy thud.

Vice positioned the assault at Leo's ship but in response Leo put in another set of commands into hi wrist and the drones began slamming into Vice's ship, knocking it off aim.  "Pleasure doing business with all of you."  Leo said before flying out of the hole in the hangar.  With all the drones focusing their fire on Vice the ship was being ripped apart.  Vice screamed over the radio as the shipped was blown into bits.  Darko had dropped two Netics before he took cover against the corridor's wall to reload.  After slammed the fresh mag in and racked the weapon he leaned over cover only to come face-to-face with a Netic, its head still human, save for its smile that had been literally stapled into its face.  Before Darko could act he was hit in the stomach by a powerful electric shock, knocking him unconscious.

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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime18/05/16, 12:03 am

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The Sol system.  A system that has waged wars since the beginning of their recorded history.  After centuries of various wars among hundreds of factions it has been left nothing more than a wasteland.

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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime31/05/16, 11:19 pm

In the year 2279 the sun began to set across the capital wasteland.  The normally bleak grayness of the terrain and rubble obtained an orange glow as the sun fell under the horizon.  A wastelander wearing a dark-brown hooded poncho that covered ragged clothes and a battleworn metal chest piece walked across the rocky ground, a dead molerat thrown over his shoulder, a hunting rifle in his hand and a half-smoked unlit cigar in his mouth.  Only a sliver of the sun's light remained when the wastelander stopped underneath an old-world railway, with a train car still on the tracks.  The molerat hit the ground with a light thud and the wastelander slung his rifle around his back before hoisting the dead animal back over his shoulder.  With the molerat encumbering him he awkwardly climbed up a maintenance ladder that lead up to the train car above.  Once at the top he was able to lean against a support beam as he reached up and slowly opened a makeshift hatch into the car.  He opened the entrance only enough so his hand could get through and disarmed the jury-rigged shotgun trap on the other side.

With a *click* he knew it was safe and flung the trap door open, throwing the molerat's corpse through before clambering in himself.  He shut the hatch and rearmed the trap before making his way to the other end of the car.  Half of the car was gutted with its seats only in one half of it.  In the more open part of the car was an unlit campfire, a bedroll and even a metal folding table with what seemed to be the rest of the pieces of his metal plated kevlar armor resting upon it, aswell as a sawed-off shotgun and pipe revolver.  The man dropped the molerat by the fireplace then took his poncho off, laying it on the table.  Grabbing a book of matches from his pocket the man lit the fire and with the same match, his cigar that he had been chewing on.  He set the molerat on a spitroast before grabbing his shotgun and sat on his bedroll, leaning his back on the wall.  He split the double-barrel open and inspected the loaded weapon.  He ran his fingers across the barrels, feeling the rough etchings with the names Ben on one barrel and Allen marked on the other.

He started to fall asleep but was quickly woken up by a loud explosion that made his ears ring and the train car shake.  He snapped the shotgun closed and gripped it tight as he felt the car shift slightly.  His mind raced as to what just happened as he waited for his hearing to come back.  The wastelander was about to stand but another explosion immediately knocked him back down.  The support beam for the railway began to fail and the train car started to fall.  The man darted for his helmet before it slid off the table and put it on before the train car threw him to the other end like a slide but he was able to grab one of the seats before the end of the car smashed into the ground.  He could see at was now the bottom of the car, his shotgun trap go off, sending stray pellets through the train.  He hung on the chair for a moment but the train car began shifting again, now falling flat.  It crashed into the ground once again and knocked him the wall smashing his head, thankfully the helmet taking most of the blow.

The man tried to get his bearing, standing up in the train car that was now on its side.  He looked up at the windows above him for an escape but thought that maybe it was best to stay put and have whoever must've been attacking the train car believe everyone inside was dead.  He grabbed his shotgun from the floor and waited.  After a moment he could hear voices outside meaning there must have been atleast two of them.  After another moment passed there was another explosion, this one ripping a hole in the train car just a few rows down from him.  The blow almost shook him to his knees but after swearing under his breath he knew he had to move.  He climbed over the seats and made his way for the door at the other end of the car.  Once there he heard the voices again but this time could make out what they were saying.

"Move in!"  Footsteps could be heard on the other side of the door the wastelander stood by.  The man rose his shotgun to the door and waited for it to open.  The door made a click and when it opened revealed a man wearing black combat armor, holding an automatic rifle in his hands ready to shoot, but the wastelander fired one of the barrels of his shotgun first, blowing the man away from the train car.  "OVER HERE!" he heard a voice inside the train car behind him.  Another man wearing the same black armor and similar weapon yelled before firing multiple rounds toward the wastelander who was just able to duck out of the door onto the ground out of the line of fire.  When the firing seized the wastelander stood up, aiming the shotgun into the car, right at the who was firing and now trying to move up but was shot down by the wastelanders other barrel.

Before he could react though, he saw another man with a rocket launcher over his shoulder about forty-feet away who had already fired at him, not leaving the wastelander with time to move as the rocket struck the ground in front of him sending him flying backwards into the side of a large rock.  He fell back to the ground face-first as his helmet fell off in front of him.  Still conscious though, he grasped the ground slowly pushing himself up but two men approached him, both wearing the same black armor with the symbol of a white talon over their hearts.  "Two-shot Craig."  The man with the launcher spoke.  "You killed two good men.  You're lucky they want you alive... well maybe not that lucky."  As the men approached Craig placed his hand over his stomach in pain, but also to grab the grenade he always keeps in his chest armor pocket.  He hid the explosive in the palm as he shifted his eyes to his helmet in front of him.

"You know it's funny."  The man continued as the other one held an assault rifle on Craig.  "Talon company has me chasing you because of all the good things you've done around the Capital.  But I've heard some rumors about who you were before you went good-guy.  Killing for caps.  Hell I got a buddy in Columbus who says you were labeled a terrorist.  Though he also said you were publicly executed, so maybe my buddy's word is left questionable."  While the man spoke Craig, while on he knees, wiggled his thumb into the grenade's pin before spitting some blood on the ground and replied "You said they want me alive? what the fuck for?"  Man laughed "Hell if I know.  But my best guess is they want to kill you in front of a crowd, teach some folks what being a hero gets you.  But I'll leave that to the higher-ups.  They said they wanted you alive and after what you did to my guys, I don't recall them saying anything about damaged."  The man dropped the rocket launcher and started to approach Craig.  Once he walked in front of the other merc's rifle Craig reached out grabbing his helmet simultaneously pulling the pin of the grenade and dropped in the helmet.  "What th-"  With the opening in the helmet facing the two mercs, Craig used the last bit of his strength to push himself away from the grenade.

An explosion rang out and though the force of it still hit Craig, the shrapnel was funneled toward the other two, knocking both of them down.  One fell silent but the leader could be heard screaming in pain.  Craig, fighting through his own pain was able to crawl his way over to the man who was still alive.  As the merc writhed in pain Craig sat on top of him and pressed his thumbs on the man's throat.  The Talon company merc tried to fight back grasping at Craig's face but had bits of shrapnel throughout his body and only caused himself to bleed out quicker as Craig crushed his windpipe.  After seconds the man went limp and Craig allowed his body to fall down beside the mercenary.  He looked into the sky.  It was now completely dark out as the stars shown.

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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime20/06/16, 11:38 pm

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A vast grey desert stretched as far as the eye could see.  Though the sky was completely black and without stars, on the horizon was the planet's sun engulfing the entire western skyline.  There were no sounds, no wind, just a flat and desolate wasteland.  From the ground a hand wearing a red gauntlet broke the surface and grasped at the air.  The ground around it started to move and from under it emerged a man wearing armor that at one time may have been a deep red but has seen decades of battle, giving it a darker tint.  On his back was a cross scabbard meant for two Katanas but only one was still sheathed.  His red iris eyes shifted around, looking for something, anything.  Not knowing where to go he looked to the sun and started walking to it.

The man walked for days.  Though without food he did not feel hunger.  Without water and no thirst.  Continuous walking and he did not tire.  Until finally as he grew closer to the dying star, he saw two figures, one a humanoid, the other an enormous creature that resembled a Kraken.  Its tentacles reached miles and its maw was the size of a kingdom.  Neither of the two figures however, did not look to the man in red but straight ahead at the sun.  As he approached the two he stood by the side of the humanoid who looked to be a man.  His skin was pitch black, same as his eyes and the leather armor he wore.  He was like a shadow.

The shadow turned to the man in red and spoke.  "Good to see you old friend.  I'm glad you could awake to witness this."  Though the man in red could not recognize the other man, he replied "It's been far too long."  The shadow reached his hand out and the man in red responded by grabbing the shadow's forearm and they both bowed their heads in respect.  Though its mouth did not move the booming voice of the kraken spoke "The last light of hope in this kingdom of darkness."  The man in red looked to the sun before speaking "No... this is not the last."  He then turned around and his eyes met yours.  Though the sun was blinding behind him, you could clearly see the man's red eyes piercing your gaze.  The sun then started expanding behind him but he did not stray his stare.  As the star erupted and engulfed the world in a searing heat that you couldn't bear and a humming that was deafening to your ears.

As the painful heat continued to char your skin and all you could see was a blinding light, you heard a voice that you could hear clearly past the humming.

"Wake up Foulen."
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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime17/01/17, 11:26 pm

Glimpses of war flash in Darko's vision. Explosions, weapon recoil, the sound of drop ships and bombers roaring above the battlefield. He sees his comrades taking fire and falling in battle before his vision changes to a woman and her daughter. Blinking rapidly he tries to recognize them. My wife... my child? This vision quickly fades and is replaced with weapon schematics, weak points on machines of war and information on thousands of files of battlefield operations. Darko tries to remember the woman but the harder he thinks of her the further the memory becomes and more information of war is pooled into his head.

No, go back! What's her name? I know her! "Know who?" a female voice responds in his thoughts.  In front of him in an unmoving battlefield a woman stood but she was blurry, he couldn't make out her face. "You." Darko responded. "I know you..." She interrupts "You don't know me... do you even remember my name?" Standing motionless like the war around him he stops straining to remember and just looks into her eyes as she slowly begins to become clearer. "Synthia... Your name is Syn-" immediately she disappears and the battle continues as a shot hits one of the men beside Darko, dropping the man dead.  The woman no longer in his thoughts, he is filled with dread and rage as he sees his comrade die. Lifting his rifle he charges the enemy firing with precision.

Before long his sight blackens and his body goes cold. Hearing muddled voices he can just make out what they're saying. "We had some problems with the psyche download on this one but we were able to correct it quick enough. We'll have to run some tests but he should be ready to operate in less than a day." His vision begins to brighten as he sees a pod door open and a room full of scientists around terminals. One of the women who looked to be a doctor walked up to him and checked his pupils and pulse before turning to one of the scientists and nodding. The man walked over and asked "What is your name soldier?"  Looking straight at the scientist he responded "Clone-119847. Callsign: Lib. Reporting for duty, sir."

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PostSubject: Re: The Endless Black   The Endless Black Icon_minitime16/01/18, 09:36 pm

Doug groaned as he regained consciousness. Laying in his bed fully clothed all the way down to his shoes. His alarm screaming at him from his side table, as light began creeping into the morning sky but barely breaching the heavy curtains in his windows. Slamming the snooze button, he swung his legs off the bed on the wood floor. Holding his pounding head, Doug clicked on the lamp next to his alarm and gazed across his now lit studio apartment. Crumpled beer cans and packs of cigarettes strewn across the floor. He went to stand up but as he shifted his foot it hit the whiskey bottle from the night before. Still sitting, he grabbed the turned over bottle with a missing cap. He stared at the inch of bourbon still standing at the bottom. Lifting the bottle to his dehydrated lips, Doug finished off the bottle without flinching.

Dropping the bottle to the floor, he stood up in a bit of a disoriented stumble but was able to stable himself. Making the five foot walk to the bathroom, which felt like a mile for Doug. He flicked the light on, which he immediately clenched his eyes in response, before peeling them back open to see his own reflection. A light skinned man with short unkempt hair and an unshaven patchy beard stared him back in the eye. "Fuckin' dipshit." He exclaimed. Avoiding looking at himself in the mirror longer than he had to, Doug grabbed the bottle of mouthwash by the sink and took a swig before shutting the light off and walking into the bedroom.

With the stinging feeling of dying germs in his mouth, Doug walked into the kitchen side of his apartment. He grabbed a loaf of bread from the cupboard and put two slices into his toaster before sitting at his computer desk. Leaning over to his garbage, he spat out the mouthwash before reaching for a pack of smokes on his desk. Three left... He thought to himself as he slid one out and hung it from his mouth. Doug started his computer up and clicked on his music player before grabbing his mirror plated zippo, with his name etched in it. Lighting his cig, he took that first, long drag of the many more to come in the day.
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