Prelude
Jan 12, 2017 22:06:06 GMT
Post by Plague Doctor on Jan 12, 2017 22:06:06 GMT
Part One
Forward base Alpha was 500 square metres of cloying mud and soaking tents. Soldiers in various states of weariness trudged along quagmire-esque roads towards their designated posts. A small truck entered into the camp, its engine emitting a high pitched whine as it made it’s way towards the centre of the base. It came to a stop just before a group of officers gathered around a table, muttering amongst themselves. It’s front door opened, and a large man climbed out, scowling as he landed in the mud. Other men began to climb out of the truck, in various states of chaos. Some laughing tiredly, some cursing, others stalwartly silent. The large figure made his way towards the officers, who turned towards him with sullen faces.
“Sergeant Tamas” one of the main said, snapping a lazy salute “we expected you a week ago”.
“We ran into a delay” the larger man, Tamas, grunted “they won’t be a problem anymore though”, he made his way towards the back of the truck and pulled out a trio of body bags “however, we lost a few people.” the other men balked at the corpses, one crouched next to a bag and peeled back the bag concealing the bodies face. His hand immediately flew up to his mouth, as if to hold back puke, and he quickly put it back on.
“I-I’ll make sure they’re taken care of” he stuttered, before yelling at a pair of idle soldiers and getting them to move the bags out of the mud, and towards the medical tent.
"Tamas, come here quick" another officer shouted, beckoning him towards the table. "I've got another mission for you, so you'll have no time to break. You'll be heading out in the next few hours after we re-stock you".
Tamas growled to himself "what's the mission?" he asked through gritted teeth. He quickly flicked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth before lighting it. He took a deep breath, and let a cloud of yellow-y grey smoke billow out from between his teeth.
"Another Super hunt I'm afraid"
"Can't Olympus handle it?"
"They believe it is beneath them" Tamas clenched his fists 'lazy fucking bastards' he thought to himself.
"Fine, where is this thing and what are we hunting?"
"It's a Class B super. If intel is correct, it's more dangerous the closer you get to it."
"Do you have any more information? That's a bit vague" Tamas snarked.
"Female, late teens, tanned skin, dark hair with bright green eyes"
"Any information on her power?"
"None, I've just been advised to let you know not to go near her" the officer advised, checking a clipboard.
"Fucking great" Tamas sighed, taking another drag of his cigarette "fine, as soon as we're re-stocked we'll hunt her down. Dead or Alive?"
"Olympus wants her alive -"
"They want her and can't even be bothered to to get her themselves?" Tamas spat on the ground.
"As I was saying, Olympus wants her alive. We don't care, as long as she is no longer a problem. Capture her or put a bullet between her eyes. Just deal with her"
"Sir!" Tamas said, snapping his hand into a salute, before dismissing himself and heading back to his truck, dropping the expunged cigarette on the floor.
Forward base Alpha was 500 square metres of cloying mud and soaking tents. Soldiers in various states of weariness trudged along quagmire-esque roads towards their designated posts. A small truck entered into the camp, its engine emitting a high pitched whine as it made it’s way towards the centre of the base. It came to a stop just before a group of officers gathered around a table, muttering amongst themselves. It’s front door opened, and a large man climbed out, scowling as he landed in the mud. Other men began to climb out of the truck, in various states of chaos. Some laughing tiredly, some cursing, others stalwartly silent. The large figure made his way towards the officers, who turned towards him with sullen faces.
“Sergeant Tamas” one of the main said, snapping a lazy salute “we expected you a week ago”.
“We ran into a delay” the larger man, Tamas, grunted “they won’t be a problem anymore though”, he made his way towards the back of the truck and pulled out a trio of body bags “however, we lost a few people.” the other men balked at the corpses, one crouched next to a bag and peeled back the bag concealing the bodies face. His hand immediately flew up to his mouth, as if to hold back puke, and he quickly put it back on.
“I-I’ll make sure they’re taken care of” he stuttered, before yelling at a pair of idle soldiers and getting them to move the bags out of the mud, and towards the medical tent.
"Tamas, come here quick" another officer shouted, beckoning him towards the table. "I've got another mission for you, so you'll have no time to break. You'll be heading out in the next few hours after we re-stock you".
Tamas growled to himself "what's the mission?" he asked through gritted teeth. He quickly flicked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth before lighting it. He took a deep breath, and let a cloud of yellow-y grey smoke billow out from between his teeth.
"Another Super hunt I'm afraid"
"Can't Olympus handle it?"
"They believe it is beneath them" Tamas clenched his fists 'lazy fucking bastards' he thought to himself.
"Fine, where is this thing and what are we hunting?"
"It's a Class B super. If intel is correct, it's more dangerous the closer you get to it."
"Do you have any more information? That's a bit vague" Tamas snarked.
"Female, late teens, tanned skin, dark hair with bright green eyes"
"Any information on her power?"
"None, I've just been advised to let you know not to go near her" the officer advised, checking a clipboard.
"Fucking great" Tamas sighed, taking another drag of his cigarette "fine, as soon as we're re-stocked we'll hunt her down. Dead or Alive?"
"Olympus wants her alive -"
"They want her and can't even be bothered to to get her themselves?" Tamas spat on the ground.
"As I was saying, Olympus wants her alive. We don't care, as long as she is no longer a problem. Capture her or put a bullet between her eyes. Just deal with her"
"Sir!" Tamas said, snapping his hand into a salute, before dismissing himself and heading back to his truck, dropping the expunged cigarette on the floor.