Cayth stared out into the burnt-out wasteland, eyes searching for their initial target. If his information was correct, an old military bunker was somewhere around here. He turned to Kyire as he noticed the man staring at him.

"Sorry..." Kyire said, "you looked like you had panther's eyes for a second....which is even spookier than this blasted landscape...."

Cayth nodded and acknowledgement, then turned back to the horizon.

After the attack on the hospital and the kidnapping of Asvea, Cayth and Kyire had headed out in pursuit of the purpetrators. However, after the criminals were met outside town by a helecopter and quickly flown beyond their reach, they turned back and went into town to determine their next course of action. The caravan had been used by the escaping criminals as wreckage to block their pursuers and make good their escape from town. Little remained of the trade goods, and the caravan was effectively disbanded. Cayth managed to break even selling his foodstuffs to locals, and even made a modest profit on what remained of his cotton. Kyire, having little work, and a still-fresh desire for justice upon those who had attacked his men, had agreed to follow in pursuit of the purpetrators. Cayth had picked up his "packages", found a decent jeep and supplies and they had left the next morning.

Cayth noted a certain irregularity in a rock outcrop ahead, and strode over to it. After some checking about the outcrop, he found the distinct seam of an entrance. Pulling out the smaller of his metal cases, Cayth fished a loop with a Alteka Wolf emblem hanging on it out of his gear.

Kyire strode over, and noted: "That's not going to open that case of yours, you know. Wrong side, and all that."

Cayth merely pulled the rest of the loop out of his gear, revealing a great mass of dog-tags, key-cards, and emblems on it. Selecting a Dieere Hawk emblem, he placed it above the etched emblem in the case. A sudden light from within illuminated a seam, which quickly seperated, allowing the top to easily slide of the case.

Cayth pulled out and activated the field computer inside, inserting one of his keycards into it.

"Are you going to try all of them, or do you know which one works?" Kyire said as he started to sit down.

"Don't get comfortable yet, I should have it open right....now."

As Cayth transmitted the access code, a section of the rockface flattened, then slid aside, revealing a passageway into the earth. As lights flared on to iluminate the tunnel, Cayth asked Kyire to help him carry the rest of the equipment into the bunker.

As they worked their way down toward what Cayth believed was the hanger, they checked for any signs of human activity. Luckily, it was deserted.

Entering the hanger, they were met by the sight of numerous aircraft and helecopters, all in rows far into the back of the cavern.

"So, any of these you can fly, or where you hoping I would pick one out?" Kyire said with a grin.

"I'm thinking we'll take this one," Cayth pointed to a sleek craft with two short, downswept wings and engines in the back and underneath.

"Looks like a VTOL jumpship, any weapons on her?"

"A pair of railguns mounted under the nose, and a high-speed tesla array in each wing."

"Hope you know how to start her up, because I don't think the chief mechanic is in his office anymore."


About thirty minutes later, Cayth and Kyire climbed into the cockpit, ready to leave. They had reloaded the railguns, cleaned the dust-bunnies out of the air intake, and untied the lines bolting down the landing gear. Cayth used the field terminal to active the hanger doors. As the cieling seemed to split open, they slowly took off vertically, then began shifting to forward velocity once clear of the now-closing doors.

Cayth then took the heading that would bring him quickly to the abandoned "Sir Charge Luxury Hotel", now home to a renegade military squad.

He was certain they had grabbed Asvea because she could activate the device. He only hoped the weren't too close to finding it.

EDIT BY FAFNIR: sorry, but the character was not appropriate for this RPG. please respect the existing storyline if you wish to join. thank you.

Why must we as humans always be afraid?
Alan sat on top of a cardboard crate on in a market square with his head in his hands; his clothes, as well as Melissa's bones were soaked in blood. Around him lay about 70 bodies.

One hour before this moment, Alan had walked into this small town to stock up on food. He had a hefty amount of money and trinkets, courtesy of a grave he passed on the way there, so he believed he'd be able to get some food, and sleep on a bed, an actual bed! Alan hadn't slept in a bed since the day his sister passed away. But as with all perfect plans, fate would not allow this to be.
As Alan entered the city, a pair of thugs, appearing to be in their 30's, began to follow him. Alan eventually found his way to the market. He bought pounds and pounds of dried meats so he could continue on his trek without having to worry about ending up thinner than Melissa. The thugs, their greed increasing by the moment decided to strike. It would be simple, they would just rush in at him, one would stab him, and the other would take his money, and since the market was so crowded, they would then run off in different direction and meet back together at a latter time, but sadly things were not that simple. When the men rushed at Alan he noticed them at the last second, just as one of the began to pull out his knife.
THRACK!
The man hit the ground and blood began to pool at his grounded temple.
Melissa had formed and struck the man across the head with a backfist.
I must've called her out involuntarily, as a fear reaction. Yes, that is the only explanation.
Suddenly the market place was filled with screams and murmurs
"...Hey, he's one of those monster with those powers!" a man in the crowded market place screamed.
Suddenly the crowd's fear had turned into rage and hatred for Alan. One man picked up a rock and threw it at Alan, but Alan had Melissa catch it before it made impact with him. Suddenly another cry broke out from the crowd.
"Die you damned freak!"
Alan saw the gun's barrel, and in a flash of silver and vermilion, the man was dead. People all around began to grab sticks, knives, anything that looked like a weapon and rushed at Alan. As Melissa dealt with a man in front of Alan, another came from behind with a club and swung. There was not enough time for Melissa to stop the club, so Alan used the next best thing. A pair of hands shot up behind the man's legs and pulled him to the ground. Suddenly the one who pulled him to the ground began pummeling him.
"Stop! This...this thing is the problem here, why are you-" but the man was cut off with another punch. Then a grim realization came over the man on the ground, the one pummeling him was the thug from before who had been killed by Melissa. Suddenly the bodies of attackers sprang up and attacked the people in the market place.

One hour later Alan sat on top of the crate still disturbed by the recent events.
Alan wiped a few tears from his face and then stood up.
This is not my fault. These people were possessed by their own paranoia, and it lead to their deaths. That was outside of my control. These people for all intents and purposes killed themselves. That's all there is to it."
And with that being said, Alan picked up his sack, picked up his second sack containing food, and walked out of the small town.
I don't have time to sleep on a bed here. In a few days, someone will get suspicious of what happened here. The old man's information is still as good as gold, and in a few weeks, I should be nearing Waldash. There I should find my next trail to the Infinite dream. I'm so close...

As he left, Alan turn around and threw a Molotov cocktail onto a house.
The fire should take care of any trace of me being here, but just in case, I'll cross all the souls left here over.
Alan pulled out one of Melissa's bones from his sack and read off a spell from it. In a burst of spiritual energy, the whole town was crossed over to the other side, leaving the town silent excluding the crackling of burning homes.
"May you find peace on the other side." Alan said as he made the sign of the cross. He then turned around and returned to his traveling.

Cayth manuvered the jump-jet so it would pass out of the sight of the village ahead, keeping just enough above the trees that the parted under it like a wake. He noticed a large amount of smoke coming off of it...too much.

As he passed closer, he could hear it. Not hear exactly, at least not with his ears, but he felt close by the agony of psyches ripped untimely from theire bodies...and a lingering miasma of immoral magic...necromacy...

The jumpjet quickly passed it by, however, and Cayth could see the decrepid resort building rising above the trees in the distance. He recognized the flash of guns...likely anti-aircraft guns. Reaching down with a grin, he flipped a switch on the control panel. A bright glow appeared around the craft, and the few pieces of flak that hit bounced harmlessly off it. Then, the shield suddenly sparked, and dissapeared.

Cayth swore under his breath, turned on the afterburners, and yanked the craft hard away from the incoming fire. He knew he should have run diagnostics before taking off.

Debug information scrolled up the HUD quickly, adding to his frustration.

"I take it that wasn't supposed to be a one-use light show?" Kyire quipped from the copilot seat.

"I should have run the diagnostics before we left...looks like the shields aren't going to work."

"I see two AA emplacements at the base of the towe, one on top, and a few scattered around this area," Kyire said as he pointed out the guns.

"The turrent isn't going to able to track at this speed, I'm going to switch to plan B."

A minute later, after some discussion, Cayth flew well out of range of the guns. Cutting the afterburner, he lined the jet up with the tower, and hit the afterburners to max. He activated the railguns, lined up, and fired.

With a quick hum, the railguns spat a pair of depleted uranium shells straight into the AA emplacement on top of the tower, taking it and the gunners over the side.

As the jet flew over the roof of the tower, it reversed thrust, and turned sharply as Cayth and Kyire jumped out the side, landing on the rooftop as the autopilot engaged and took the craft on a predetermined path well out of range and sight of the guns.

Cayth and Kyire looked around the now empty rooftop, and began to search for a way down.

Asvea's slim, gloved fingers continued to search the rather smooth walls of her cell for something, anything really, that could give her reason to hope. At the moment though, she found nothing. Becoming disheartened, the petite medic's search slowed, her hands' path across the wall of the cell seeming longer and longer with every passing second.

"Drew..." The russet haired young woman began cautiously. "Can you see any cracks in the walls? Any sort of weakness or irregularity?" She asked hopefully. "I was thinking that if either of us could find one, we-" Asvea's voice abruptly cut off as her ears perceived the distant, but approaching echo of footsteps. The medic unconsciously took a few stops back as the vociferous sound of her own heart beat flooded into her consciousness and her breathing quickened while her shimmering, violet eyes widened ever so slightly.

The sound of the footsteps stopped briefly, only to then continue. Her heart beat, faster and faster; her dread increased, greater and greater. Mentally, she begged for the steps to stop, to freeze in place and stay there forever.

But the footsteps persisted in an unyieldingly crescendo, louder and louder.

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OOC: Any hope we can get this RPG going again? >_> Anyone?

OOC: Hellz yes. Let's get it going again!! =D
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As the footsteps rapidly drew closer, a plan began to formulate in Drew's mind. He tapped the toe of his shoe against the ground. The irregular sound pleased him. Suddenly, he heard what he thought was a faint explosion off in the distance. He thought nothing of it.

The footsteps came to a hault.

Drew looked up. Before him stood a tall man, perhaps 6 foot 3, give or take a few inches. The man was well-built and clad in a classic prison guard uniform.

heh...they've even got proper uniforms...more organized than I thought

"Drew Wissen," began the guard "There's been a slight change of plans. I need you to come with me now for interrogation."

"Hmm," thought Drew aloud "This wouldn't have anything to do with that explosion we just heard, would it?"

"That's very funny, maggot, but you're in no position to be making wisecracks right now" said the man as he slowly unlocked the prison cell.

Ah...he brought the whole set of keys. Perfect.

The man slowly and catiously approached. Sensing no intent to attack from Drew, he relaxed. He miscalculated terribly. With a sudden dash Drew rammed the guard with all his might, driving both of them out of Drew's cell. Drew slammed the guard against the wall. Recovering quickly, the guard grabbed Drew's shoulder and threw him to the ground. As Drew fell, he hooked his foot around the guard's leg, tripping him.

The skirmish did not last long. The guard, being both larger and a more adept fighter, quickly subdued Drew. Still fervent from the scuffle, the guard hastily dragged Drew out of the prison.

"You just bought yourself a one-way ticket to hell, buddy!!!"

Just before he was completely out of the room, Drew looked up to see his fellow inmate. She had stunning lavender eyes and radiant auburn tresses. Without hesitation, he looked the girl square in the eyes, smirked and gave her a wink just as the door slammed behind him.

With any luck, she'll notice the gift I left her...sure, I had to pilfer it from the guard...but I'm sure she'll appreciate a ticket to freedom regardless of how it's obtained

Drew, having been satisfied with the first part of his plan, began to formulate his own escape.

Several moments after the guard had wrestled her fellow inmate out of the containment area, Asvea remained where she had stood when she initially witnessed the scene, her sparkling violet eyes staring wide with shock as she recounted over and over what had just taken place. He…they took him away…are they going to…but he…he put up such a fight…surely that means they’ll…

As the scenes replayed over and over in her mind, a jingling sound began to emerge from the pandemonium of her memory. Waking violently from her reverie, the auburn haired medic swayed slightly before dropping to her knees and frantically searching for the ring of keys. He left those keys here for me. I have to help him... Gloved fingers soon collided with cold, jagged metal, alerting the violet eyed young woman of the keys’ whereabouts on the solid floor.

Snatching up the ring of keys, Asvea rushed to the lock on her cell and began trying them all out, one by one until she unexpectedly found the key she needed. The young woman stumbled out of her cell rather ungracefully, nearly falling down upon her exit. Reaching into her pocket, Asvea retrieved a roll of medical tape and wrapped in keys in a bundle so that they wouldn’t make too much noise, as she was planning to take them with her. I have to make sure… Asvea thought as she stowed the keys away and cast several shielding spells upon herself in preparation for what may lie ahead. I have to make sure he didn’t save me in vain.

Slim gloved hands gripped the handle of the door and pried it open with a soft creak. Slipping outside silently, violet eyes were greeted by the sight of dim lights lining a long, grimy hallway that gave way to many other, equally filthy passages. The lavender eyed medic’s breathing became shallow with apprehension, as she slowly made her way through the building with the flickering lighting as her only cover.

Drew’s world faded in and out as his sight fluctuated. His head pounded. Blood dripped from his left temple, splashing haphazardly on the ground. He could barely feel himself being dragged viciously across the ground. He tried to think, but his thoughts would suddenly fade away as the pain in his skull intermittently increased. It was as if he wasn’t in his body at all, but instead observing his miserable situatuation. As blood began to ooze from his mouth, his sight blurred tenfold, and the world around him spun at a startling velocity as he finally passed out.

Awake. He knew he was awake now. The room was dimly lit and smelled of old sweat and blood mingled together. His wrists were tied by ropes that attached to the ceiling. Gravity caused their frayed tangles to shred into his skin. He could not feel their bite however, as his pounding head silenced the cries of his nerves. A cloudy voice spoke to him.

“Where is the Infinite Dream?!”

CRACK. A lash tore across his front. He felt no pain. Blood continued to drip from his mouth as he replied. “I don’t know anything”

“You’d better not be lying, otherwise your life is forfeit” The voice replied tersely.

Escape. I must escape. Not now…there is no opportunity here…I need a diversion…but how…can... CRACK!!!

He still could barely see, and he could feel his body growing weaker and weaker he began to succumb to blood loss.

“I’ll ask you one more time before I let you die, where is the Infinite Dream?”
“Stop wasting your time and kill me, I know nothing”
“As you wish”

The voice then strolled over and untied the ropes.
“what are you doing?”
“I don’t kill people in such a cowardly manner. Besides, you’re so weak now, it doesn’t matter”

Suddenly, the lights flared and darkness fell upon the room. In a burst of adrenaline, Drew struck the heel of his right boot. A glint of reflected light pierced the near perfect darkness and the voice’s neck. Silently to the ground he fell, as Drew threw himself towards where he believed the door to be. Confused shouts bathed his ears as he fell sluggishly into a wall. Fumbling doggedly, he managed to find what felt like a door knob. With almost no strength left, Drew fell forward, using the force of his fall to open the door. As he fell through the doorway, he grabbed the side of the door, and with one last burst of strength, threw the door closed, along with the long bar, locking the door behind him.

His strength exhausted, Drew tumbled to the foot of the door. In a pool of his own blood, his sight began to fade out for what he believed to be for the last time…

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OOC: A Few minutes earlier…take it away, Fafs

Cayth glanced down the corridor, then replaced the grate over the elevator service shaft. Judging by the energy fields running like spiderweb through the building to this point, whatever powergrid they where running off was around here. He could hear the gentle hum of a generator reverberating through the dank sub-basement. He reached out with his thoughts, looking for other psyches in the area. Hopefully, they were all heading through the upper levels, not expecting him to drop through the elevator shaft to the ground floor.

Feeling nothing, he walked toward the source of the noise, looking for any cameras or booby traps. The generator was an old, massive phased carbon oxidizer, capable of burning just about any hydrocarbon for fuel, be it solid, liquid, or gas. These models could run for centuries without maintenance (as this one appeared to have), but were notoriously difficult to disassemble to repair if anything did go wrong. This one seemed to have had it already thick outer plating reinforced with numerous ballistic polymer plates, and the obvious access points were wired to a remote alarm in an obvious but effective manner.

The monitoring cables for the pressure and safety status of the unit were not as effectively guarded, however, and a quick cut relieved the rest of the building of the status of the device. Moving quickly, Cayth flicked his hand to the side, willing his psyblade into being, then thrust it through the plating that parted with ease as he cut through the condenser, then with a wide sweep he hit the backup coolant units. As steam erupted from the side of the generator, Cayth began running like a man with a shade on his tail, dashing around the corner and up the stairwell, taking steps in great leaps.

Besides being cantankerous to repair, the earlier versions of that model had been known for rapid destabilization when the condenser failed, thus the addition of backup units and external monitoring and shutoff features in this model and later. As Cayth rounded the fourth landing of the stairwell, the lights flared, and he noted that the increased pressure on the turbine and therefore output by the generator must have finally overcome the voltage regulator, causing a surge. He took this as his cue to dive to the ground and roll, just as a loud and deafening explosion boomed out from the lowest level of the stairwell and the lights blinked out.

...and then the world exploded.

The End.
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I am killing ID. I'm currently thinking up something new.

...

*sigh* very well...

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Should we hold a wake?

No, it's best no to dwell on such things. I simply opted for a mafia burial.
Cement slippers
Cement suit
Cement coffin
Cement roses
We had a theme this year.