01-10-2015, 05:20 AM
The chanting seemed to be coming from every direction, yet almost too soft to hear. Just out of the range of my hearing, assuming the voices had a mundane origin. Which it didn't, if you couldn't guess. It seemed to be completely prevalent as I moved across the room toward the smashed garaged door. Peaking out with shotgun in hand, the fishy monstrosities had been completely routed, but they had disappeared out of sight before I could see where they ran off to. More work on my part to track them on this island (assuming their hive is in this base). But before I could hunt them down, I had to get rip this extra weight that was slowing me down. You try to carry twenty duffle bags individually everywhere you went, and trust me you'd have just a much in the back. Fuck me, I think I slipped a disk...
I carted the bags full of weapons and gear back to the boat, on the constant look out for the fish headed freak. The plan was the keep them in there and hide the boat under a bush somewhere. Sadly, the fish men were smarter than I gave them credit for: The boat was completely smashed, planks of wood and sheet metal thrown about, with the engine upside-down in the water to never work again. And judging by how far away some of the pieces had floated away from the island, they'd done then not too long after I landed and entered the base. The sneaky bastards has this set up, they just probably hadn't considered they'd run into someone with superior fire power. Whatever, I'll have to find a new way off when I've cleared this place of the surf and turf brigade. I stashed the loot in one of the guard towers and I set of back to the engineer's bay to prepare.
Repairing the chainsaw was easy. Took the casing off and pulled out the jammed belt form the motor was a practiced motion from how often I've had to clear out the chainsaw I used to cut my way through the demons of hell, although that had been more due to gore rather than something as mundane as a bad belt fitting. With a little concentration and time I had a replacement that fit, and I let rip full the pull cord. An angry buzzing pierced the air as the chain quickly spun around, hungry for flesh... or wood, which ever it got to first.
"Groovy" I put the chain saw down and then took out the rocket launcher parts. They weren't exactly like the USSMC make and model I had used so much in my old world, but like the belt I made the image in my mind what I needed and the omnilium formed the pieces as I wanted. Years of strip cleaning the weapon had given me a good memory of the destructive launcher, and when I had finished it was a prefect recreation. Down to the weight distribution that I liked. And I fished in time, as the chanting had grown steadily in volume and other-worldliness. Whatever tongue they spoke of sounded like nothing that any sane person would speak, and yet there was a strength and purpose that filed me with dread.
Once I've summoned a few rockets into existence, I headed out back outside. Where would the ritual site to summon likely some terrible and eldrich beast into reality by fish people be? By water! Oh yeah, that really thins down the possibilities, moron. Everything is by water here. They had to have come from somewhere. Even if the fishmen could swim that far in the ocean, the hybrids couldn't have, being still very human. It had to be somewhere on the base. My eyes glanced over to the hollowed out lagoon where the ships once docked. Maybe they were always here, like in those horror movies about the monster frozen in ice. As rushed over to once of the buildings closest to the lagoon's shore, and sure enough the smell of dead fish intensified. When I reached the door, I saw a slimey filament covering the door handle, and a feeling of something fragging evil nigh about the place. It had to be here.
This time ready for another ambush, I stood to the side of the door, one hand holding my pistol ready while the other one turned the knob and pushed the door open. Sure enough, some jackass fired a shotgun through the crack in the door , hitting jack squat for his efforts. I rushed in, barely seeing the surprised look of the shotgun wielding spawn's face as I capped him three times in quick fire. Two in the chest, one in the head. He didn't take much damaged before he rolled over dead as, well a fish. Before me I saw where the fish men had fled: a giant fucking hole in the middle of the room, shaped almost like a gapping maw ready to swallow any fool who got close.
I jumped down inside. Time to clear this place out once and for all.
I carted the bags full of weapons and gear back to the boat, on the constant look out for the fish headed freak. The plan was the keep them in there and hide the boat under a bush somewhere. Sadly, the fish men were smarter than I gave them credit for: The boat was completely smashed, planks of wood and sheet metal thrown about, with the engine upside-down in the water to never work again. And judging by how far away some of the pieces had floated away from the island, they'd done then not too long after I landed and entered the base. The sneaky bastards has this set up, they just probably hadn't considered they'd run into someone with superior fire power. Whatever, I'll have to find a new way off when I've cleared this place of the surf and turf brigade. I stashed the loot in one of the guard towers and I set of back to the engineer's bay to prepare.
Repairing the chainsaw was easy. Took the casing off and pulled out the jammed belt form the motor was a practiced motion from how often I've had to clear out the chainsaw I used to cut my way through the demons of hell, although that had been more due to gore rather than something as mundane as a bad belt fitting. With a little concentration and time I had a replacement that fit, and I let rip full the pull cord. An angry buzzing pierced the air as the chain quickly spun around, hungry for flesh... or wood, which ever it got to first.
"Groovy" I put the chain saw down and then took out the rocket launcher parts. They weren't exactly like the USSMC make and model I had used so much in my old world, but like the belt I made the image in my mind what I needed and the omnilium formed the pieces as I wanted. Years of strip cleaning the weapon had given me a good memory of the destructive launcher, and when I had finished it was a prefect recreation. Down to the weight distribution that I liked. And I fished in time, as the chanting had grown steadily in volume and other-worldliness. Whatever tongue they spoke of sounded like nothing that any sane person would speak, and yet there was a strength and purpose that filed me with dread.
Once I've summoned a few rockets into existence, I headed out back outside. Where would the ritual site to summon likely some terrible and eldrich beast into reality by fish people be? By water! Oh yeah, that really thins down the possibilities, moron. Everything is by water here. They had to have come from somewhere. Even if the fishmen could swim that far in the ocean, the hybrids couldn't have, being still very human. It had to be somewhere on the base. My eyes glanced over to the hollowed out lagoon where the ships once docked. Maybe they were always here, like in those horror movies about the monster frozen in ice. As rushed over to once of the buildings closest to the lagoon's shore, and sure enough the smell of dead fish intensified. When I reached the door, I saw a slimey filament covering the door handle, and a feeling of something fragging evil nigh about the place. It had to be here.
This time ready for another ambush, I stood to the side of the door, one hand holding my pistol ready while the other one turned the knob and pushed the door open. Sure enough, some jackass fired a shotgun through the crack in the door , hitting jack squat for his efforts. I rushed in, barely seeing the surprised look of the shotgun wielding spawn's face as I capped him three times in quick fire. Two in the chest, one in the head. He didn't take much damaged before he rolled over dead as, well a fish. Before me I saw where the fish men had fled: a giant fucking hole in the middle of the room, shaped almost like a gapping maw ready to swallow any fool who got close.
I jumped down inside. Time to clear this place out once and for all.
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