Zack
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Laura had been loaded into a transport halftrack along with several unmarked boxes and a pair of meter in diameter metal spheres, all of which were transported out of the safer downtown areas of Nepleslia and brought towards the slums. A growing smoke cloud was settling in the distance, but the truck turned off the main road before getting too close.
That road got progressively worse until it was little more than a mud trail that passed through shanty housing and apartment complexes, finally ending at a garage door that opened up, allowing the halftrack to park inside one of the run down apartment complexes. The metal spheres then extended mechanical tendrils, a single red eye glowing on each as they lifted themselves up off the back of the halftrack, picking up boxes and taking them towards a nearby lift.
“OH! LAURA!” One of the drones said, setting down his box and turning around to focus its single eye on the Medic.
“WELCOME TO YOUR FIRST ASSIGNMENT!” The drone practically shouted, its volume just slightly too loud for indoors and its enthusiasm all too persistant. “THE MARINE GROUP WILL BE ARRIVING SOON AND YOU WILL BE REQUIRED TO TREAT THEIR INJURIES!” As it talked the drone’s tendrils were opening up the box it had been holding. Inside was a replacement eye, a Medkit, a hypolathe ,and an odd looking pressure suit “I STRONGLY SUGGEST WEARING THE PRESSURE SUIT! BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS HAVE BEEN DEPLOYED AGAINST THE MARINES. YOU SHOULD ALSO BE READY FOR BURNS, INTERNAL BLEEDING, AND EXTENSIVE DAMAGE TO THE LEFT SIDE OF THE HEAD AND LEFT EYE OF ONE OF THE MARINES. EYE REPLACEMENT WILL BE REQUIRED!”
As the Drone finished talking another half track, this time with a closed top, would drive into the garage. The garage doors would then close as the doors on the back of the half track opened up…
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Continued from Mission 6, The Cow Level…
The marine group had been seated in the back stuffed into the back of a closed topped halftrack transport, strong UV lights sterilizing the windowless back of the vehicle as Cedric continued to bleed. When the doors finally opened, the marines would find themselves in a garage with a young woman and a pair of junker drones.
“The old man will probably have me go through some more decontamination shit, just like he’ll probably do something completely unnecessary for you guys, like replace all of Cedric’s blood… Either way I’m not exactly vulnerable to disease like your squishy race. I need you to take Cedric to go get patched up… have Avel help you just don’t let him touch anything if it looks important.” Harm said,a hint of fatigue creeping into her voice, her posture slumped forward more than normal as if she was carrying more weight on her shoulders than on her chest. She then looked over at Phaedra. Drei had triggered her armor’s auto-pilot, forcibly walking her into the vehicle earlier and having her sit down while, letting her chill out in place with her armor keeping her from moving.
“You alright in there.” Harm asked, getting up from her seat and standing over Phaedra, waving her four fingered hand in front of the woman’s helmet. Since Harm’s armor had been destroyed in the last operation, she was left wearing a skintight black bodysuit that clung to her body. “If you’re good to move give me a grunt.”
The PA System in the garage would then kick in.
“Please take the lift down, take Cedric into the medical bay, then get some food and take a nap if you need it. The next mission briefing starts in an hour. Phaedra and Laura should come and see me when they get a chance.” Wazu said.
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The lift, like the garage, looked run down and somewhat gross. A discarded Neppies burger meal was piled in one corner of the lift and aside from the shiny chrome bits of the half tracks, everything seemed to have a layer of filth on it.
This would change when the Marines took the lift down a level, its doors opening out into a clean looking, open room. The main room had a single table in the center, projecting a volumetric display containing city maps while holding numerous datapads and pieces of paper that were strewn about while Wazu looked them over. A pair of fold out sofa/beds were nearby. A door on one side of the room led into a small armory with a pair of hostile class power armors, ration packs, and footlockers filled with guns and ammo. The door on the other side led into a more private bedroom with an attached bathroom. Finally, the far wall was made of a transparent material, and sectioned off a fully stocked med bay with a single surgery table from the main area.
That road got progressively worse until it was little more than a mud trail that passed through shanty housing and apartment complexes, finally ending at a garage door that opened up, allowing the halftrack to park inside one of the run down apartment complexes. The metal spheres then extended mechanical tendrils, a single red eye glowing on each as they lifted themselves up off the back of the halftrack, picking up boxes and taking them towards a nearby lift.
“OH! LAURA!” One of the drones said, setting down his box and turning around to focus its single eye on the Medic.
“WELCOME TO YOUR FIRST ASSIGNMENT!” The drone practically shouted, its volume just slightly too loud for indoors and its enthusiasm all too persistant. “THE MARINE GROUP WILL BE ARRIVING SOON AND YOU WILL BE REQUIRED TO TREAT THEIR INJURIES!” As it talked the drone’s tendrils were opening up the box it had been holding. Inside was a replacement eye, a Medkit, a hypolathe ,and an odd looking pressure suit “I STRONGLY SUGGEST WEARING THE PRESSURE SUIT! BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS HAVE BEEN DEPLOYED AGAINST THE MARINES. YOU SHOULD ALSO BE READY FOR BURNS, INTERNAL BLEEDING, AND EXTENSIVE DAMAGE TO THE LEFT SIDE OF THE HEAD AND LEFT EYE OF ONE OF THE MARINES. EYE REPLACEMENT WILL BE REQUIRED!”
As the Drone finished talking another half track, this time with a closed top, would drive into the garage. The garage doors would then close as the doors on the back of the half track opened up…
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Continued from Mission 6, The Cow Level…
The marine group had been seated in the back stuffed into the back of a closed topped halftrack transport, strong UV lights sterilizing the windowless back of the vehicle as Cedric continued to bleed. When the doors finally opened, the marines would find themselves in a garage with a young woman and a pair of junker drones.
“The old man will probably have me go through some more decontamination shit, just like he’ll probably do something completely unnecessary for you guys, like replace all of Cedric’s blood… Either way I’m not exactly vulnerable to disease like your squishy race. I need you to take Cedric to go get patched up… have Avel help you just don’t let him touch anything if it looks important.” Harm said,a hint of fatigue creeping into her voice, her posture slumped forward more than normal as if she was carrying more weight on her shoulders than on her chest. She then looked over at Phaedra. Drei had triggered her armor’s auto-pilot, forcibly walking her into the vehicle earlier and having her sit down while, letting her chill out in place with her armor keeping her from moving.
“You alright in there.” Harm asked, getting up from her seat and standing over Phaedra, waving her four fingered hand in front of the woman’s helmet. Since Harm’s armor had been destroyed in the last operation, she was left wearing a skintight black bodysuit that clung to her body. “If you’re good to move give me a grunt.”
The PA System in the garage would then kick in.
“Please take the lift down, take Cedric into the medical bay, then get some food and take a nap if you need it. The next mission briefing starts in an hour. Phaedra and Laura should come and see me when they get a chance.” Wazu said.
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The lift, like the garage, looked run down and somewhat gross. A discarded Neppies burger meal was piled in one corner of the lift and aside from the shiny chrome bits of the half tracks, everything seemed to have a layer of filth on it.
This would change when the Marines took the lift down a level, its doors opening out into a clean looking, open room. The main room had a single table in the center, projecting a volumetric display containing city maps while holding numerous datapads and pieces of paper that were strewn about while Wazu looked them over. A pair of fold out sofa/beds were nearby. A door on one side of the room led into a small armory with a pair of hostile class power armors, ration packs, and footlockers filled with guns and ammo. The door on the other side led into a more private bedroom with an attached bathroom. Finally, the far wall was made of a transparent material, and sectioned off a fully stocked med bay with a single surgery table from the main area.
