The Cogs Will Always Turn: The Gears of War RP

[King of Asmar]

Nick sulked a bit behind them. "Well guys, I'm gonna head back to the barracks and clean up a bit... maybe get some rest, rough day ya know? I'll take you up on that drink later Captain. Have fun out on the town, see you all at the rendevouz tommorrow." And with that Nick walked off towards the barracks, helmet under his arm.

((Hoffman said 0900 tommorrow morning. So you guys can party tonight all you want... if you, want to be hungover the morning of the mission ))

[knightdisciple]

(I actually figured drinks wouldn't happen until later anyways. Like you said, not so much with the hung over right before a mission.)
"You take it easy man. I'll see you tomorrow." Mike said as Nick walked off.
"Actually Duo, I think I'm probably not gonna get me anything stiff this close to a mission either. Hangovers are a bear out in the field. This fella's welcome to get you a round, but the ones I owe you hafta wait til after this mission."
At Dou's pointed look that seemed to say 'What if you die, smartass?', Mike cheerfully replied, "I guess we'll just have to make sure I don't bite it out there if you boys really want that drink. Well, I'm off to round up whatever the hell intel I can, and prep my coms and sensors. Somebody's gotta take care of that shit. After that, I'm hittin' the hay. Gotta get my handsome sleep, specially with you geezers drainin' my years off." Saluting Duo and the others, Mike walked off, whistling cheefully and tunelessly.

[Spark]

Spark watched the others walk off and laughed, "Well hell, I'll have a drink, hangovers never impeded me much anyway, hell sometimes I think they make me better!" He grinned at Duo and waited until Mike was out of earshot. "Damn that kid talks a lot. So what do you say Duo, want to join me?"

[The Author]

"Of course I'll join you," Duo said, clapping Spark on the back. "But you forget - the only game you're better at while drunk is Dice!"

[King of Asmar]

Nick took his suit off and headed for the showers. He stood under the warm water, feeling its comfort as it crashed down about him. His mind drifted to the day's events, to the mission, to his failure. *ZOMG FLASH BACK WAVIES!*

The APC crashed through another wall as they speeded on towards the coordinates command had given them. "Nice driving newbie." Duo said, turning to Nick. "Thanks sir, I try." Nick replied. Suddenly the there was a loud crash, Nick and Duo were thrown about in their seats, the safety harness digging into Nick's shoulder. "Newbie, I take back the previous statement."
"I don't know what happened sir, it's like we wer-” Another loud explosion interrupted Nick. Duo ran back to check it out, hopping up on the turret he called back. "Boomers!" The gun on top opened up, sending its hail of death towards the enemies. Nick frantically tried to start the APC; its engine turned over and over but wouldn't take. Another explosion, this time the APC actually rocked onto its side wheels for a few seconds before coming crashing back down. "Nick! Get us moving again!" Duo shouted down. "I'm trying my best sir!" Nick pressed the starter again, the engine turned and turned and then roared to life. "BRACE!" Nick cried up to Duo as he slammed on the gas pedal. He was thrown back into his seat as the APC roared down the street, leaving the Boomers behind. Duo came back down and put a hand on his shoulder. "Nice going kid,” He said then he smacked him upside the head, "'course sooner would have been better." Nick smiled.

Three hours later the APC died. "Piece of shit!" Nick yelled, smacking the wheel. "Don't worry about it noob, it took one hell of a beating, can't expect the old bastard to run forever. Besides, I can fix it later - for now, we need to get to the target. We should be close." Nick nodded and went to the back of the APC. After grabbing his Lancer he clicked his helmet into place and stood near the door. Duo hopped down and took out a small map. "Alright kid, follow me."

Two hours later
"GET THE FUCK DOWN!" Duo cried as a rocket went soaring over the place where Nick's head had just been. "Damnit noob, now is not the time to be in fucking fantasy world alright?"
"Yes sir, sorry sir, won't happen again."
Taking cover next to Duo, Nick lifted his gun over the wall and started blind firing. Taking a peep over he saw at least ten grubs and four Boomers, with more coming out of the emergence hole every minute. "Sir, cover me, I'm going to close up the hole."
"With what, yourself?"
"I'm the only one with grenades left sir, I need to do this."
"Alright, GO!"
Nick took off running, enemy fire chasing behind him. He slammed up against a wall, grunting as the wind was knocked out of him. He heard Duo shouting expletives at the enemy while drawing their fire. Nick creeped towards the edge of the wall and peeked over, the coast was clear. He threw himself out of cover and ran as fast as he could to the next wall, slamming up against it. He could here the grubs chatter now, and the Boomers... booming. He stalked towards the edge of the wall and glanced over. He was maybe fifty feet from the hole, and the enemy hadn't noticed yet. He primed a grenade and started spinning his arms, working up momentum. Then he sent it spinning into the hole, closing it. Nick ducked back behind the wall just as the enemy started firing at him. He made to work his way to Duo, putting his head down and running as fast as he could.

As he was about to round the corner he heard a strange chittering. Turning around he saw thirty wretches coming straight for him. He tried to turn his gun on them, tried to make his hands move, but he couldn't. He just stood there, staring at his imminent death. The leader was almost on him, leaping at him, and then he was on the ground, crying out in pain as the wretch ripped a chunk out of his side. He stared at its beady little eyes as it tore into him, he watched as blood and gore seeped out of him, like his life, everything he had achieved was being drained from him by this small creature. Then he heard gun fire. Heard an old mans voice swearing up a storm. The little creatures broke off of him and went for the source of the pain. Nick watched as Duo killed them all, then, like an Angel of old, came to stand above Nick. His mouth moved, Nick thought he was saying something like "Sure got yourself fucked up didn't you." but he couldn't tell, he couldn't hear anything anymore, couldn't feel anything. He tried to speak but he just coughed blood onto the inside of his helmet. Duo reached down and picked him up, laying him against his back he started running back towards the APC. Nick watched the city go by; trying to remember what it was like before the locusts. How happy people must have been, how at peace. He could almost see happy children dancing down the streets as vendors hawked their wares and businessmen hustled by. Then it was gone and he was back at the APC in a war torn hell of a world. Duo had removed the chest piece of his armor, as well as his helmet, and was cleaning and bandaging his wound. Nick looked up and smiled, "Thanks." He whispered, and then coughed up more blood. "Shut the fuck up. This should get you clean and stable. It's gonna be dark soon, and a chopper won't be able to get here in time so I have to fix up the APC so we can get out of here. After that, I'll get the girl, and come back." Duo took Nick back into the APC and laid him on a cot inside; Nick looked up to see the light frame Duo's body as the APC door closed. Then the world went black.

The water had long since turned cold and Nick stepped out of the shower. He slid his shorts and shirt back on and walked back to the barracks proper, where he sat cleaning his armor until he finally fell asleep.

((So... I took a lot of control of Duo for this, hope you don't mind.))
Edit by Duo: ((Not at all, since I changed what I didn't think fit with my character. ))
Edit by Spark: ((WHEE! Editing other peoples posts is fun! I mean uh..hi? ))

[CaptainKirk91]

Alan tagged along with Duo and his friend, kind of feeling like a third wheel, but excited about meeting these great soldiers nonetheless. He stepped ahead to open the door for them, and the one he didn't know gave him a strange look as he walked through.

As Alan walked behind them into the mess hall, he heard the same man scoff a bit and say "Whose the kid?" to Duo.

[knightdisciple]

After Michael left the others, he went back to his quarters, he first sat down and went over the mission data packet, twice, to make sure he had the mission objectives memorized. Then he went into the primary military database, and cross-referenced mission data with the latest satellite intel photos of the area. He then made a couple of changes to the mission map, before loading it into his personal field computer. Then he went to where his armor and gear were stored, and sat down to physically check over every piece of armor, coms, weapons, and sensors. He then ran through all the diagnostices he could--twice. He also talked to the quartermaster, and ensured that the other men on his squad for the mission were fully equipped, and made sure they could grab any last-minute items they needed. He might be deferring to Duo and Spark often for their greater field experience, but he was going to be damned if he didn't do everything he could to secure everyone's safety to and from the mission. After all, he was an officer, it's what he did; whether other soldiers liked it, or him, wasn't his concern.
Finally, at some time approaching midnight, he finally got towards his bed, and some sleep. He knew it was going to be a long day tomorrow.
((Would he have his own quarters, being a Captain, or...?))

[The Author]

((I'm going to say yes, because this takes place a few years before the game Gears of War - as evidenced by how Hoffman is a Major and not Colonel, like in the game. This means that the army isn't quite as wanting for good soldiers as they are 14 years after E-day))

[Bootsman.]

(( Man I need to come up with a plan to enter this one. Fucking awesome I say. I just finished GOW and went through reading every article I could find. lol. As the god around here, PM me some suggestions how to get myself involved in the fight, TheAuthor. ))

[Artemis Maximus]

|| I'll be damned before I see this thread die, too. ||

It was never any specific time of day with any specific weather. It wasn't just that Io was inside, but the room itself was... well, nothing. It had no texture, and no colour. The light was bright enough that she could see her own fingers when she held her hand in front of her, but dim enough to not hurt her eyes if she chose to sleep.
She lay on her side in the same nasty medical gown she'd been in for weeks, hair lank and greasy, body only clean enough to cut into without causing infection. With no stimulation in any manner, she was reduced to very simple activities - smacking her lips, drumming her fingers, and, when she had the energy, contorting grotesquely. Somewhere deep in her mind she was all right, but on the surface, she decided to entertain herself in any way possible until a chance to escape arose.

[knightdisciple]

||I'm with Art on that...hope you guys don't mind me jumping ahead of your drinking binge; feel free to flashback to it or some such||
At 0700 sharp, Mike awoke. By 0720, he lacked only to get his gear, and he would be ready for the mission. At 0745, he was geared up and ready.
At 0830, having yet to see the other members of the team, he radioed or called them in succession, starting with Duo, to check if they were awake. Loudly.
By 0900, the team was assembled and ready.
((Can be expanded later, just trying to set the pace and keep this thing from dying out right now.))

[King of Asmar]

((I'll post later today or so, I hope. Still getting settled in to my new college here.))

[Artemis Maximus]

|| Just for the halibut, I'm going to post. ||

Her decision to run away had been constantly reviewed and rejected in her mind the entire time, and Io was never sure what finally sparked her actions. Unsure of how long she had been there, and even less sure as to what was being done to her, let alone why... Io stopped sleeping. She knew sleep deprivation wouldn't help, but she had a sneaking suspicion that the scientist only came for her when she fell asleep on her own.

After a few days, the same female "doctor" from her first day came in with a clipboard. "Miss Trinity, we've noticed you aren't sleeping."

Io remained silent.

"Miss Trinity, I'm going to give you some morphine. You need to stay healthy." She produced a syringe, less deadly-looking than the first.

"Why?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why do I need to stay healthy?"

"What nonsense! Don't you care about yourself?"

"Don't you?"

"Pardon m--?" Before the woman in the lab coat could speak, Io had sprung to her feet, snatched up the needle, and plunged it into the woman's neck, forcing over 75 cc's of dope into her. The woman dropped like a rock, and IO sprinted out of the room. She emerged in the lab, thankfully empty, and dropped to all fours, crawling on her hands and feet like a cat.

A sound from outside the main door caused her to pause in her tracks. As the handle rattled, she scurried to the ventilation shaft and, deftly removing the cover, climbed in and got away.

The smell of food led her, after a half hour of crawling, to the mess hall. She nearly began banging on the metal surrounding her just to get out and to the bacon more quickly, but decided against it, making her way through the giant room via the tiny ductwork.

This didn't work for too long, though. Halfway across the room, making her way to the kitchens, a rusty corner broke.

With a shriek, she began the long plummet that ended at a table. Oh well, she thought. At least I'll die on top of food.

[King of Asmar]

OOC: Anyone interested in getting this game up again?

[knightdisciple]

OOC: YES.