Jedireaper
PSN ID > DarkJedireaper
Originally posted by Shaggs
((We're in the middle of the Atlantic, there are no bases nearby.))
Uh, that was a left-over fragment of a revised plot/post. I forgot to remove it after I swapped the point of view to First Officer Garsa instead of the Captain. Sorry. its ment to just be the 'nearest rescue ship' but I forgot to paste it in from Microsoft-Word. I realised that no-military base would be in the atlantic, so I made it that the tranciever had somehow been damaged. I can re-post with the corrections Jake, or I can just continue as I was, its your RP. All I'll centrate on is secondary characterisations for the sake of realism, and one main character.))
Jacob limped over to the door and moved a large piece of furniture out of the way, and untied a rope that was around the nobs. He flung the doors open, and readied his MP5. "Destiny is blocking any outgoing signals. I can get a call out to some of my buddies out at Blackwater, but no one else will answer the call. Most everyone else won't bother answering." John moved up, now paler than before, but still smiling, pistol in hand. "Move people!"
Garsa slipped in the heavy rain as his group foolishly brave sailers headed towards mid-ship. Shots were fired sparingly, and the ship was eerily quiet. As he regained his footing he frowned. "Its too quiet."
"Sir, look! Bodies."
Vile rose up in first officer Lorek Garsa's throat, threatening to overwhelm his jaw muscles. The bloodied sight of the corpses, and their state of damage brought vile images to his mind. Their guts were strewn across the deck, and white bone shone through the unrecognisable flesh. "Keep away from them, don't touch them!"
"But, they were our..."
"Walk carefully."