06-25-2016, 10:17 AM
End of Round 2
The group of survivors was still hard at work when they heard the shriek from the trees around the wreckage.
Marcus was the nearest individual, and when he heard the woman’s cries, he dropped his focus on the dismembered console and rushed to her aid. Fortunately for the terminator, he was quick enough to catch the ensanguined survivor as she pitched forward. With a smooth movement, he turned her around so she was looking up and eased her into his lap. Marcus turned his attention to his surroundings in the hope that someone else would come over here and deal with the situation, because he certainly had zero interest in dealing with the half-dead human.
“What happened?”
The voice was Fiara, who crouched down next to the woman and tried to check her condition. When her eyes turned to Marcus, the machine gestured toward the trees and said nothing else.
“They’re coming,” the woman gurgled, her eyes wide as blood bubbled up into her mouth. “They’re coming!” With that, the Syntech employee started to convulse, and Marcus simply dropped her. Already the terminator’s focus was turning to their surroundings. The terminator swore he heard rustling in the trees, but before he could pinpoint the location, he was startled by the rapport of Okor’s weaponry. In that quick moment of distraction, Marcus didn’t spot the javelin until it was buried in his right shoulder.
With his teeth grinding together, the terminator broke the shaft of the javelin and dropped back to cover as the figures started to flood out from the trees.
Unbeknownst to the machine, a little orange box sat amid the console he had been gutting just moments earlier.
Up in the cockpit, Jason Crosby heard the gunshots and the horrible chorus of whooping shouts that followed moments later. He continued to focus on the battered console in front of him—trying to will the bashed mechanical apparatus to function. He had power, but the issue was trying to get the correct frequency, because none of them seemed to work.
As he went through them once more, he was just about ready to give up when he heard something through the static.
“Hello?” Jason shouted into the device. “Can you hear me?”
White noise responded to the frantic co-pilot as he realized that a shadow had fallen over him. Looking up, he could only mutter an obscene word before the seven foot savage drove a wooden spear down through his chest and out through the base of his spine.
The group of survivors was still hard at work when they heard the shriek from the trees around the wreckage.
Marcus was the nearest individual, and when he heard the woman’s cries, he dropped his focus on the dismembered console and rushed to her aid. Fortunately for the terminator, he was quick enough to catch the ensanguined survivor as she pitched forward. With a smooth movement, he turned her around so she was looking up and eased her into his lap. Marcus turned his attention to his surroundings in the hope that someone else would come over here and deal with the situation, because he certainly had zero interest in dealing with the half-dead human.
“What happened?”
The voice was Fiara, who crouched down next to the woman and tried to check her condition. When her eyes turned to Marcus, the machine gestured toward the trees and said nothing else.
“They’re coming,” the woman gurgled, her eyes wide as blood bubbled up into her mouth. “They’re coming!” With that, the Syntech employee started to convulse, and Marcus simply dropped her. Already the terminator’s focus was turning to their surroundings. The terminator swore he heard rustling in the trees, but before he could pinpoint the location, he was startled by the rapport of Okor’s weaponry. In that quick moment of distraction, Marcus didn’t spot the javelin until it was buried in his right shoulder.
With his teeth grinding together, the terminator broke the shaft of the javelin and dropped back to cover as the figures started to flood out from the trees.
Unbeknownst to the machine, a little orange box sat amid the console he had been gutting just moments earlier.
Up in the cockpit, Jason Crosby heard the gunshots and the horrible chorus of whooping shouts that followed moments later. He continued to focus on the battered console in front of him—trying to will the bashed mechanical apparatus to function. He had power, but the issue was trying to get the correct frequency, because none of them seemed to work.
As he went through them once more, he was just about ready to give up when he heard something through the static.
“Hello?” Jason shouted into the device. “Can you hear me?”
White noise responded to the frantic co-pilot as he realized that a shadow had fallen over him. Looking up, he could only mutter an obscene word before the seven foot savage drove a wooden spear down through his chest and out through the base of his spine.
Quote:Updates
You’re all being attacked by flesh-eating savages. Probably blame Hiro. He got them all fired up or some shit. What a jerk.
Your work to establish a workable camp and rescue lives will lend you an advantage if you opt for a pitched battle, but everyone will suffer damage whether you decide to fight it out or retreat into the forest. The call is yours.
The savages are a little weaker than a fresh prime (so they’re beatable but not like, cannon fodder). Among them are two ‘officers’ (I’m sure there’s a better word) that you can consider to be around the strength of a level 3 prime.
Marcus took 2 points of damage.
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