01-08-2015, 05:43 AM
Now that I had access to the rest of the second floor and a keycard at my belt, The res of the place was easy pickings. The upper floor was not any less contorted, crooked hallways and false walls still as prevalent as before, but now these hallways were leading somewhere. Rather than snaking me around defensive choke points and access to the bare outer defenses that overlooked the dockyard. My next stop was the medical bay, more for my own benefit that for loot. I've found that there's always a need for some medkits or a hazmat suit. Once I've stripped that down, engineering. If there isn't any guns in there, there's always tools ready to either me used for converted into whatever makeshift weapon the giant green ork saw fit to swing around.
I expected resistance. There had to have been more of those fish monsters or the hybrids, I could hear the slight tap of footprints and heavy breathing from further below. But I wanted resistance. Still feeling the shots from the earlier shots, I wanted to paint the walls.
No sooner that I turned the corner from the security room did one of the false walls fall over into the hall, and bursting from the hidden room was another fish man. A much bigger one, the sickly blue green much darker than the rest I have killed, and carrying what looked like a wicked spear. It wasn't so much the spear head that looked wicked as much as it was the assortment hands that hung off the haft. Including one which had a gold ring with a heart shape ruby with a star carved into it.
"Well, you my job a lot easier, shithead. Now hold still, and this will be mostly painless" I raised my shotgun up and leveled it at his head "Mostly"
But the creature gave me what could pass as a smirk, and before I could blast the Friday night platter special more fake walls opened up in front and behind me. The whole hallway suddenly filled up with fish men and their spawn, I was ambushed and surrounded by the fishy freaks. And one of them was brave enough to appear through the wall to my immediate side. Brave, but dumb, as I force fed the attacker the barrel of my shotgun and splattered his brains across the wall behind him. With little time before I was the meat in a reverse fish sandwich, I pushed past the corpse I just laid out and headed into the inner defenses.
If you had thought the normal corridors were claustrophobic, then it was only worse inside these narrow passages. Although they lacked the zigzagging maze feeling, they barely had enough room to fit a single person. How they fishmen managed to get through it was disturbing to think about. The passage opened up into a small room, where defenders would once restock and coordinate and hide from their superior officers. Instead there was three more spawn defending a cache of weapons. They had not been expecting me, and were quick to nab any weapons in hand's reach. With a harpoon, longshoreman's hook, and a pistol between then, they advance on me.
"For Father Dago-" The pistol wielding one tried to yell, but I interrupted him when I separated his head from his torso with a close range shotgun blast to his neck, were it flew up and then bounced to the ground. The spearman lunged forward, attempting to impale me through the leg, but I side step his attempt and countered by grabbing his spear, smashing it into two pieces, then twisting the spearhead that he was desperately trying to hold on out of his hand and thrust it through his own stomach. He wasn't dead, screaming in pain as he might have been, but his buddy finished the job when he attempted to skewer me with a horizontal swing of his hook and I managed to duck under it. The hook sailed over my head, sinking into the other spawn's throat, and was pulled back out with a fountain of blood spraying across the floor.
"Damn, that's cold" I joked, but it seemed the hybrid didn't seem have any regret about killing his comrade, and was just as quick to swing again as he did before. This time I wasn't quite quick enough and the hook jabbed into my side, my armor catching most of it but I felt some of my flesh tear as he pulled me closer to himself.
His mistake, really. I jumped forward, and with enough slack I grabbed his fingers holding the hook with my spare hand and peeled them back until they were bent over backwards. He yelled in agony as I broke all the little bones in his hand, and I responded by smashing his face with a helmeted headbutt. The spawn fell to the ground, and I proceeded to stomp the ever living shit out of his throat. If he had any last desperate attempts to fight me, I had already lost interested in his twisted body and left him to die as I scavenged what was left of the weapons and supplies. I could see the fishheads squeezing their way through the corridor, and I made off with what I could carry before making off like a bandit. Only a quick glance over my shoulders saw what happened to the spawn, who seemed to have been crushed under foot by the larger monsters.
It took me a few seconds for the adrenaline to dial back and instincts to stop attempting me to drive me through the wall for me to realize that I still had a hook sticking out of my side. Pulling it out of my side wasn't fun, having to twist it out of the armor a bit before I safely got it out of my body. But once the intrusion was removed, and a bit of bandages from an old medkit, I could ignore that until later. Until I was out of this shithole.
One knocked over false wall and I found myself within one of the outer defenses. A bunker that overlooked the far end of the mechanical repair yard. Like the ones before it, the place was bare or anything of value, but this time there was a hatch that led to someplace below.
"This better be important" I grunted to no one in particular, and with a yank I looked down for find the mother load: Engineering. A big smile creep across my face, now I had something fun to work with. Find an arc welder and melt that big guppy in half and take the ring, run the horde of assholes over with a fork lift, vivid imagery that only further push my little sadistic grin from ear to ear. What was actually down there was much more disappointing: the long room was big enough for a fork life to easly go through, which meant that the previous owners had carted out anything worth stealing, only leaving a collection of broken tools and mismatch weapon parts strewn about on abandoned work stations. There was certainly enough shaved metal and scorch marks to indicated that something was once here that could bowl over anything that chased behind me, but it went away with the the imperials.
"Couldn't have at least left me a rocket launcher?" I asked myself, who only gave a shrug in reply, but looking over the parts I smacked myself when I found that I spoke too soon: parts for a rocket launcher, or rather the part that makes the rocket fly forward and not blow up in your hands. The casing was missing, but I could already visualize the omnilium forming the rocket launcher I had fallen in love with, and with a little finagling I could make this work. And not far from that, in a pile of broken tools, was a chainsaw with a jammed motor. Radios, spent ammo casing, a number of armor shards just left where anyone could take them. Given a few tools and enough time, I could have all of this in top shape.
Unfortunately, time was not something I had. A loud CRASH drew my attention down to the other end of the large room where the garage door had been simply run through: the tarter sauce parade had found me. And they weren't kidding around this time, as they were already running full pelt at me. I switched my shotgun to my chaingun and unleashed hell, but for every one I fell with a hail of bullets another took its place. I scanned the area around me, there had to be something nearby that could turn the tide. Broken tools, up turned tables, bars of scrap. Nothing. They were getting uncomfortably close, enough that I could see the hunger in their eyes, and I was forced down to a burst fire to keep backing up. Metal shelves, weapon parts, large crates. Throwing them in front of me would have only slowed them down a little bit. Bails of wire, ship parts, barrels of oil...
Barrels of oil.
Holding the bullet storm up for a moment, I threw on of the barrels to its side, and with a kick i sent it rolling down towards the fishman in front. He easy jumped over it, showing that weren't going to fall for a simple trick like a rolling barrel.
But I cared more about what was inside. I raised the chaingun back up, aiming towards the barrel with one hand and giving the finger with the other. I rattled off a burst from the chaingun, the bullets impacting the explosive barrel
"Go fuck yourselves, scum"
It went of like a bomb. The explosion rocked the building, a massive fireball engulfing everything nearby, flames darting through the obstacles in their way like a wild animal unleashed from its cage . The force itself send body parts and gore to every corner of the room, a bloody mess even sticking to the ceiling above. The horde was decimated, the front wave obliterated and those behind them on their backs, either dead from the pressure wave or stunned from what had just happened before them. I barely escaped the worse damage, feeling like something had punched me in the gut. But battle fever and training kept me up, and I gave the jackasses a smile as I revved up the barrels
My chaingun fell upon the hesitant and stupid, those getting up from the explosion having their head shaved up as bullets carved through their face. What was in the back broke rank, fleeing back to the outside. I could see the biggest one staring at me from the garage flame, but he too was routed as I pelted the wall next to him with lead. I had my victory, but I still had to get the ring. I advanced, chaingun still ready.
Then the chanting started. I stopped dead in my track, a feeling of dread washing over me. Images of demons flooding through the gates of Hell jumped back into my mind. There was something bigger going on. I had to hunt these cultist down, before they caused greater damage than just squatting in an abandoned base and pissing me off.
But when I find those bastards, pissing me off will be the least of their troubles.
I expected resistance. There had to have been more of those fish monsters or the hybrids, I could hear the slight tap of footprints and heavy breathing from further below. But I wanted resistance. Still feeling the shots from the earlier shots, I wanted to paint the walls.
No sooner that I turned the corner from the security room did one of the false walls fall over into the hall, and bursting from the hidden room was another fish man. A much bigger one, the sickly blue green much darker than the rest I have killed, and carrying what looked like a wicked spear. It wasn't so much the spear head that looked wicked as much as it was the assortment hands that hung off the haft. Including one which had a gold ring with a heart shape ruby with a star carved into it.
"Well, you my job a lot easier, shithead. Now hold still, and this will be mostly painless" I raised my shotgun up and leveled it at his head "Mostly"
But the creature gave me what could pass as a smirk, and before I could blast the Friday night platter special more fake walls opened up in front and behind me. The whole hallway suddenly filled up with fish men and their spawn, I was ambushed and surrounded by the fishy freaks. And one of them was brave enough to appear through the wall to my immediate side. Brave, but dumb, as I force fed the attacker the barrel of my shotgun and splattered his brains across the wall behind him. With little time before I was the meat in a reverse fish sandwich, I pushed past the corpse I just laid out and headed into the inner defenses.
If you had thought the normal corridors were claustrophobic, then it was only worse inside these narrow passages. Although they lacked the zigzagging maze feeling, they barely had enough room to fit a single person. How they fishmen managed to get through it was disturbing to think about. The passage opened up into a small room, where defenders would once restock and coordinate and hide from their superior officers. Instead there was three more spawn defending a cache of weapons. They had not been expecting me, and were quick to nab any weapons in hand's reach. With a harpoon, longshoreman's hook, and a pistol between then, they advance on me.
"For Father Dago-" The pistol wielding one tried to yell, but I interrupted him when I separated his head from his torso with a close range shotgun blast to his neck, were it flew up and then bounced to the ground. The spearman lunged forward, attempting to impale me through the leg, but I side step his attempt and countered by grabbing his spear, smashing it into two pieces, then twisting the spearhead that he was desperately trying to hold on out of his hand and thrust it through his own stomach. He wasn't dead, screaming in pain as he might have been, but his buddy finished the job when he attempted to skewer me with a horizontal swing of his hook and I managed to duck under it. The hook sailed over my head, sinking into the other spawn's throat, and was pulled back out with a fountain of blood spraying across the floor.
"Damn, that's cold" I joked, but it seemed the hybrid didn't seem have any regret about killing his comrade, and was just as quick to swing again as he did before. This time I wasn't quite quick enough and the hook jabbed into my side, my armor catching most of it but I felt some of my flesh tear as he pulled me closer to himself.
His mistake, really. I jumped forward, and with enough slack I grabbed his fingers holding the hook with my spare hand and peeled them back until they were bent over backwards. He yelled in agony as I broke all the little bones in his hand, and I responded by smashing his face with a helmeted headbutt. The spawn fell to the ground, and I proceeded to stomp the ever living shit out of his throat. If he had any last desperate attempts to fight me, I had already lost interested in his twisted body and left him to die as I scavenged what was left of the weapons and supplies. I could see the fishheads squeezing their way through the corridor, and I made off with what I could carry before making off like a bandit. Only a quick glance over my shoulders saw what happened to the spawn, who seemed to have been crushed under foot by the larger monsters.
It took me a few seconds for the adrenaline to dial back and instincts to stop attempting me to drive me through the wall for me to realize that I still had a hook sticking out of my side. Pulling it out of my side wasn't fun, having to twist it out of the armor a bit before I safely got it out of my body. But once the intrusion was removed, and a bit of bandages from an old medkit, I could ignore that until later. Until I was out of this shithole.
One knocked over false wall and I found myself within one of the outer defenses. A bunker that overlooked the far end of the mechanical repair yard. Like the ones before it, the place was bare or anything of value, but this time there was a hatch that led to someplace below.
"This better be important" I grunted to no one in particular, and with a yank I looked down for find the mother load: Engineering. A big smile creep across my face, now I had something fun to work with. Find an arc welder and melt that big guppy in half and take the ring, run the horde of assholes over with a fork lift, vivid imagery that only further push my little sadistic grin from ear to ear. What was actually down there was much more disappointing: the long room was big enough for a fork life to easly go through, which meant that the previous owners had carted out anything worth stealing, only leaving a collection of broken tools and mismatch weapon parts strewn about on abandoned work stations. There was certainly enough shaved metal and scorch marks to indicated that something was once here that could bowl over anything that chased behind me, but it went away with the the imperials.
"Couldn't have at least left me a rocket launcher?" I asked myself, who only gave a shrug in reply, but looking over the parts I smacked myself when I found that I spoke too soon: parts for a rocket launcher, or rather the part that makes the rocket fly forward and not blow up in your hands. The casing was missing, but I could already visualize the omnilium forming the rocket launcher I had fallen in love with, and with a little finagling I could make this work. And not far from that, in a pile of broken tools, was a chainsaw with a jammed motor. Radios, spent ammo casing, a number of armor shards just left where anyone could take them. Given a few tools and enough time, I could have all of this in top shape.
Unfortunately, time was not something I had. A loud CRASH drew my attention down to the other end of the large room where the garage door had been simply run through: the tarter sauce parade had found me. And they weren't kidding around this time, as they were already running full pelt at me. I switched my shotgun to my chaingun and unleashed hell, but for every one I fell with a hail of bullets another took its place. I scanned the area around me, there had to be something nearby that could turn the tide. Broken tools, up turned tables, bars of scrap. Nothing. They were getting uncomfortably close, enough that I could see the hunger in their eyes, and I was forced down to a burst fire to keep backing up. Metal shelves, weapon parts, large crates. Throwing them in front of me would have only slowed them down a little bit. Bails of wire, ship parts, barrels of oil...
Barrels of oil.
Holding the bullet storm up for a moment, I threw on of the barrels to its side, and with a kick i sent it rolling down towards the fishman in front. He easy jumped over it, showing that weren't going to fall for a simple trick like a rolling barrel.
But I cared more about what was inside. I raised the chaingun back up, aiming towards the barrel with one hand and giving the finger with the other. I rattled off a burst from the chaingun, the bullets impacting the explosive barrel
"Go fuck yourselves, scum"
It went of like a bomb. The explosion rocked the building, a massive fireball engulfing everything nearby, flames darting through the obstacles in their way like a wild animal unleashed from its cage . The force itself send body parts and gore to every corner of the room, a bloody mess even sticking to the ceiling above. The horde was decimated, the front wave obliterated and those behind them on their backs, either dead from the pressure wave or stunned from what had just happened before them. I barely escaped the worse damage, feeling like something had punched me in the gut. But battle fever and training kept me up, and I gave the jackasses a smile as I revved up the barrels
My chaingun fell upon the hesitant and stupid, those getting up from the explosion having their head shaved up as bullets carved through their face. What was in the back broke rank, fleeing back to the outside. I could see the biggest one staring at me from the garage flame, but he too was routed as I pelted the wall next to him with lead. I had my victory, but I still had to get the ring. I advanced, chaingun still ready.
Then the chanting started. I stopped dead in my track, a feeling of dread washing over me. Images of demons flooding through the gates of Hell jumped back into my mind. There was something bigger going on. I had to hunt these cultist down, before they caused greater damage than just squatting in an abandoned base and pissing me off.
But when I find those bastards, pissing me off will be the least of their troubles.
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