Earth-Last Stand
Derek stood at the admittance gate to military recruitment office as the report of the return of the U.E.S Destiny. "Attention! Attention! U.E.S. Destiny has returned to the docking ports! Reports of a new species has been reported. This ship will open in up in six hours!" Derek looked at the old speaker system and cursed under his breath because that news meant that the recruitment offices would be closed. 'Damn.'
Dante leaned back in his chair. The office had been rather quiet lately, and he was starting to get worried. Bills didn't pay themselves... But nonetheless, he knew that with the recent news of possible species being discovered, he'd soon be getting paid to infiltrate some military complex and retrieve the data. He sighed, opening a bottle of vodka. "Day in and day out, it's never any different... Oh well..."
Aubrey's voice trailed out over the soldier's heads, and echoed across the halls.
"Get a move on! I mean, honestly, these guys have been gone months, and you Yellowbellies are walking around like your at a funeral!" Aubrey had no idea what was on that ship, and what on odd choice of words to use. Aubrey shook his head, and jumped down on the large box he was using to shout at them all. Slowly, he walked towards the gate, keeping a finger on his trigger, but not shouldering his rifle. A small group of civilians, about five or six, gathered at the entrance.
"Well... Apparently this things bigger than we thought it would be." Aubre sighed, and looked at the watch on his wrist. Five more hours, and they'd know what this supposed 'new' species was. They'd probably be screwed over... I mean, jeez, it came from space; Aubrey thought, and flipped his rifle around on the shoulder string, so it dangled on his back.
"Sergeant," Aubrey called, running up and saluting sharply. "Can I go get a drink, sir? To calm my nerves." The Sergeant looked Aubrey up and down, and then nodded firmly.
"Go ahead, son. Be back by the time we open this hunk-a-junk up, and don't get plastered." The Sergeant warned, and Aubrey laughed, nodded, and headed back for the entrance, walking straight through the crowd and heading for the bar.
Blaring in his ears, hearing car after car pass by as he slept on the cold concrete. Cautiously he regained conscious and stood to his feet. Rubbing the dirt out from his eyes. " Eh, that guy was nice " Eric laughed while still stumbling. Reminiscing about the night earlier taking a ride from a complete stranger he met in a bar." Woo I'm just glad the dude let me live" He said smileling.
Eric began walking down the main road. He was never great at hitchhiking but he had a technique that always had a 50/50 % chance of working. Eric had seen a Truck in the distance with two men inside(Derek,Damien). He got ready for a risky move and as soon as the truck came close but close enough to stop from free will Eric leaped in the road in front of the truck. Eric Closed his eyes and waved his hands
"STOP!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Not have open his eyes yet he waited for the men to reply.
Thomas and his small gang were right outside the bank. Greg was waiting in the getaway hovercar. Thomas held three fingers up...two...one.
They busted in the door swarming through. Thomas held his pistol to the tellers head and said "You know the drill" The teller gasped and bent down grabbing some things. He came back up sweating with a boatload of money. Thomas stuffed it in to his bag, then looked at the man's face. Thomas saw true fear. How had they gotten this way. Going from average, if not exceptional students to low-life thugs. NO! that kind of thinking would get him killed. Besides he needed the money. He couldn't look at the tellers face though. He turned and said "Let's go!"
Suddenly, the glass roof was broken and one of the hybrid zombie things landed right behind the teller and pounced on him. More zombies followed it. Thomas was stunned. One of them growled at him. It approached and it's tentacled mouth slithered inches before his face, then there was a gunshot and it's head burst open. He looked behind him and saw one of his gangmembers beaming. They all took positions and started killing the beasts. When they were done, Thomas went back home.
Originally posted by A Dose Of Vraya
Thomas and his small gang were right outside the bank. Greg was waiting in the getaway hovercar. Thomas held three fingers up...two...one.
They busted in the door swarming through. Thomas held his pistol to the tellers head and said "You know the drill" The teller gasped and bent down grabbing some things. He came back up sweating with a boatload of money. Thomas stuffed it in to his bag, then looked at the man's face. Thomas saw true fear. How had they gotten this way. Going from average, if not exceptional students to low-life thugs. NO! that kind of thinking would get him killed. Besides he needed the money. He couldn't look at the tellers face though. He turned and said "Let's go!"
Suddenly, the glass roof was broken and one of the hybrid zombie things landed right behind the teller and pounced on him. More zombies followed it. Thomas was stunned. One of them growled at him. It approached and it's tentacled mouth slithered inches before his face, then there was a gunshot and it's head burst open. He looked behind him and saw one of his gangmembers beaming. They all took positions and started killing the beasts. When they were done, Thomas went back home.
(The virus isn't released yet D=)
Originally posted by A Dose Of Vraya
Thomas and his small gang were right outside the bank. Greg was waiting in the getaway hovercar. Thomas held three fingers up...two...one.
They busted in the door swarming through. Thomas held his pistol to the tellers head and said "You know the drill" The teller gasped and bent down grabbing some things. He came back up sweating with a boatload of money. Thomas stuffed it in to his bag, then looked at the man's face. Thomas saw true fear. How had they gotten this way. Going from average, if not exceptional students to low-life thugs. NO! that kind of thinking would get him killed. Besides he needed the money. He couldn't look at the tellers face though. He turned and said "Let's go!"
Suddenly, the glass roof was broken and one of the hybrid zombie things landed right behind the teller and pounced on him. More zombies followed it. Thomas was stunned. One of them growled at him. It approached and it's tentacled mouth slithered inches before his face, then there was a gunshot and it's head burst open. He looked behind him and saw one of his gangmembers beaming. They all took positions and started killing the beasts. When they were done, Thomas went back home.
((To be used in the next 20 posts. Cause I am going no farther then that with no action 😛 )
Originally posted by A Dose Of Vraya
(your face isn't released yet 😮) (ignore that post and I'll enter when it happens. hurry please!)
(MEANIE! T_T 😛)
Aubrey arrived at a small bar, just off the scene of Highway lights, and bustling buisnesses. It wasn't well known, thus everyone who went to it knew each other. Aubrey walked in, giving a wave, and a nod to everyone who acknowledged his presence. Most of the visitors, however, chose this place because of it's seclusion, and didn't like a Military rat sneaking around inside. But the barkeep, and some of the regulars trusted him, so he came here alot, shrugging off most of the illegal activities that occured there.
"Absinthe, please. Follow 'em up with Sunset Martinis, and keep 'em comin'." Aubrey said, finally letting his accent lose. His recruiting officer told him to hide it, seeing as how some of the military frowned on non-US operatives. Aubrey stirred up his drink, downed it in a gulp, and took on the martini, letting himself relax.