The Apocolypse Theory

[Khem]

It was now two years since that fateful day, the day the HAVOK virus overtook mankind. people everywhere began dying and no one could figure out who to blame. the people in the streets died and cried to their governments to save them  but the powers that were decided to start launching bombs instead of reasoning things out. it is said that the old USA started the third world war, but it is unimportant who started it the outcome was all the same. a decimated population lacking in even the basic needs for survival. only 5% of the population of earth survived the wars and disease. preachers had called it the end times, ragnarok, the end of all things and my personal favorite the apocolypse. after this the people left over tried rebuilding things in what they thought of as a perfect world, however nearly everyone disagreed on what was perfect. then the mutant tribes began emerging from the wastes. beyond the horizon it was said that human beings were transforming into something.... weird. now the lone pockets of humanity struggle for their everyday existence, for this is the post-apocolypse....

-journal entry from a young man now presumed dead-

[Dysanii]

A lone Mil Mi-35 transport helicopter thundered through the air, its search lights casting an eerie glow over the ruins of Nuo Droghenda (?). The scene wasn't unusual. Cars turned over, abandoned streets, the odd skeleton...in essence, a dead city. The night sky only proved to make everything more lifeless.

As the helicopter approached what had formerly been a park, the search lights picked up a vehicle. The crew wouldn't have thought much of it, this city was littered with the land cruisers of the Old World, but in this instance the exhaust pipe was still fuming. Somone, or something, had left the engine on.

Sergeant Johnson moved to the pilot, and pointed to the comm. The pilot unhooked it and passed it to the Law Giver, who pressed firmly on the 'broadcast' switch and said, "Nuo Droghenda is a restricted area. Show yourselves now." He looked intently downwards towards the murky city surface.

"Brother Sergeant, how did anyone get out here? The nearest settlement is New Zion!" Piped Curtis, a Law Giver, third class.

"I agree." Mused LG-Smith, a fellow Law Giver, first class. "Besides, who would want to be here? Everyone knows this place is crawling with the infected.

"Mutants give me the creeps." Curtis whined, his face undistinguishable under his helmet.

"Women give you the creeps, Curtis." Joked LG-Mirendez, to the laughs of the others.

"Hey, Marissa? Would you stop busting my chops? Just for once?" pleaded an embarrassed Curtis.

"Quiet, all of you!" Shouted LGS-Johnson. He put the comm to his helmet's vox once more. "This is a restricted area. Show yourselves!"

[The Empire]

From some ruins beyond the rusted vehicle, the Law Givers heard an agitated male voice...

"YOU LITTLE CRETIN! Didn't I tell you to turn off the ignition?! Now see what you have brought down on our asses! And they're closer to the ride too!"

"Hey! Don't blame me you big oaf! It was you who said this was an easy picking!
Just have to go down in this abandoned subway station and get the stuff! Then you vanish for several hours and when I just turn on the car to get something warm to eat for a change you get all hot and bothered about it!...
And why aren't you loaded with the stuff you said was there huh?!"

"Cause someone bloody else took it first! That's why!"

"Oh! So it's just like that last fucking wild goose chase?! Where we fought our way through a whole nest of fucking huge scorpions only to find the wreck of an already looted and stripped car with a hole in the tank so all the juice had spilled out in the sand ages ago! And then the chum you had met at that bar showed up with all of his raider friends! You fucking got me SHOT I wish our mum had wrung your neck at birth cause you are so fucking stupid!"

"Don't you dare call me stupid you little!..."

A couple of hundred yards off, the Law givers saw a guy, probably in his mid teens, clad in a crude metal armour run across the street between two ruined buildings, followed by a larger guy, probably in his mid twenties, encased in some sort of huge powered armor with the helmet dangling from a chain on his back...

[Bara]

OOC: i chnaged my guys so that they didnt have a small group of cars, they only had one truck

The small grop of Mercenies, Outlaws, Outcasts, and Drifters stood on anerby hill, seeing a small agroumtnt between what seemed to be the locals and the hated "Law givers".  Knowing from personal expernice, The so called "Law keepers" were no better then the Raiders out in the Wastelands. The group began to drive down the slope, the machine gun on top aiming at the Helo, i case of a firefight. The band, ehich called them slves the Deathhawks, drove into to town, right next to the Men in Armour. The leader got out and began to talk to them, seeing if he could get dierections to the next town.

"Hey, hows it going?"

[The Empire]

"Don't have time to chat stranger, have to bash my smart mouthing lil'bro's head in... YEAH! YOU HEARD ME YOU LITTLE TWAT! I'M GONNA GET YA GOOD THIS TIME!"

From somewhere beyond in the ruins, another, voice replied as it faded with increasing distance...
"Only if you can catch me slow-mo!"

[Bara]

The Deathawks leader looked at the Weird brothers, but had a feeling that they might need each other. Then, slowy, he faced the Law givers, almost giving the order to open Fire. But, he just hoped into his tuck, and speed into the waste lands.

"Boss, why did we just go? we could have wiped them out!"

"I have my reasons, now, get going"

"Yeah, Yeah"

The group lamost thought the entire thing. They knew who the Lawgivers are, and the Law Givers knew who they are
The lawgivers killed Almost the entire group...They wiped out the Base we had.. Becasue

[Dysanii]

Watching the small band of men drive off, LGS-Johnson moved to the pilot and pointed at the truck.

"Did you ID those men?"

"Yes sir. The scanner managed to pick up their faces. The database has them down as 'Deathhawks'. We busted their 'operations' right open and destroyed their factory. They're just some small fry wanderers now." He replied. LGS-Johnson turned his attention to the arguing men below.

"These guys are mutant chow anyway. Take us back to New Zion," He looked ahead at the moving truck. "Actually, fire a couple of ATAKA missiles at those fools on your way back. Swing by for any survivors." He said, a smirk rising under his helmet. The pilot pushed the screaming helicopter forward, and fired two anti-tank ATAKA missiles at the Deathhawk laden truck as he passed.

[Bara]

"What the..."

The Truck was Hit in the engine area, and it was rolling around in the dirt, wheels still moving. Out of the Group, only 4 lived. One of the Grunts and the Sniper died. The rest of the Deathhawks, most of them ok, began making there way back to the Town that they were just at, seeing if those to guys that they tried to talk to earlier would help them, because the leader had shrapnel in his Eye.

"Its alright Boss, Your going to live"

"Rune, Kyle and Eric, i dont think ill make it for much longer, and if i dont, then i want you guys to kill every single Law Giver in that Chooper"

"Yeah boss, you got it"

The Deathhawks made it to the city, and they looked for the Fighting brothers. They found them and began pleading that the brothers let them use there Band aids and Medinces they had to fix there boss.

OOC:Dysanii, Maybe you could RP your chooper glying over the tuck sight, seeing for suvriors or something

[Dysanii]

OOC: Remember you're in Nuo Droghenda (see map on OOC thread).

IC:

The helicopter took a sharp spin, coming around for a second run. LGS-Johnson turned to his team and held up his hand with fingers spread apart, "10 seconds! Make sure your harnesses are tight!" LG-Curtis peered over the side of the transport into the gloomy darkness.

"I can't believe he wants us to go down there. Its night...you know, when the place is crawling with the infected!"

The helicopter pushed backwards to stop itself, about half a mile from the destroyed truck. The pilot turned to the Law Givers and shouted over the engines, "Pray and spray, brothers! I'll be back in one hour!". In unison the five armoured figures dropped from the sides on cables in to the street. Upon touch down, the Mil Mi-35 sped into the distance, and the area was once again consumed by darkness. LGS-Johnson looked to either side at his team.

"We don't want to be here anymore than we have to. Search and destroy. If anyone sees any infected, abandon mission and move straight to the evac point. We do not want to be spotted down here at this time of night." Each member nodded, raised their sub-machine guns and cautiously moved forward, carefully picking their way through the ruined streets.

[Bara]

OOC: Sorry!

The Deathhawks, still trying to get Band aids and Medince, heard Voices on there Radios.

Law Givers, must be looking for us..thank god we always have the Trucks CB always on....

The Deathhawks quickly broke off the bartering, and seeing that there leader was almost dead, left him in the City. They began Heading out to the Truck, in hope of ambushing the soldiers. It took them about 30 minutes to get there, and When they got there, they saw the Law Givers milling about, looking at the dead bodies. Rune, the groups scot and Grunt, began sneaking up to them with his crude gun. After only a few minunties, a fire fight came out between the Deathhawks and the Lawgivers.

[The Empire]

Carl, the elder brother had decided to follow after his lil'bro took him for a run that blew off his steam.
Now he was squatting with one of the Deathhawks groups, waiting for the other groups to get in position. His brother had taken up position in a partially intact bell tower some hundred yards further back with his light .50. Unfortunately, he only had three rounds left for it, but noone else had to know that.
He himself was resting his M240 on his left knee as he watched the "Law givers" slowly make their way towards the intended ambush site through the night vision filters built into his helmet. He normally wasn't comfortble wearing it, all "normal" sounds were amplified in it and he never liked beeing able to hear a rat scoot off at a hundred paces, it just made the world too close for comfort. Then there was the pings of the motion scanner, the ticks of the geiger counter and the HUD in front of his left eye with a map, not always the right one either, his heart rate and armour status. It said fuel was at 85% of halvation time, power at 100%, actuators 100%, sensors 83% command and control functions 32% outside radiation normal, outside environment arid and viable.

He ignored most of it and re-checked the belted ammo feed so that the links weren't twisted and squirted some gun oil into the ammo feed slot and over the links to provide extra lube, he didn't want anything to jam up on him now, not with this heavy opposition, though their SMGs would hardly even scratch the paint on his armour he still cared for his lil'bro back in that tower.

[Khem]

"is it time chief?" asked a short scaly faced man.

"yea.... yea i think so." replied a much bigger man with four arms. he signalled by shooting a flare into the air. finaly a good amount of meat had moved into his city.

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from out of the sewers and alleyways the infected began mobbing towards their prey, all of them hungry for blood....

[Bara]

After the firefight died down, the Deathhawks talked to the two brothers

"Well, thanks for your help. If we can do anythng for you guys, just let us know"

While the brothers were making there decsion, the Deathhawks began scaving what was left of there Truck, finding Ammo, a few guns, and 3 Flak Vests, which they all put on

[Dysanii]

LG-Curtis peered over the top of a broken wall. "Do you think they bought it, Serge?" LGS-Johnson pulled Curtis back down to cover by the shoulder.

"Of course they think we've run off. These guys aren't exactly renowned for being the sharpest tools in the box. A few cries and dust on our part, and they're content like babies with candy." Suddenly, LG-Jones looked to Johnson.

"Sir, I'm picking up multiple contacts!"

"Son, of course you are, they're right in front of us-"

"No Serge! Listen to me!" Cut in Jones. "They're everywhere." LG-Mirendez flicked her head about, scanning the dark ruins, her night vision picking out small green blobs, and getting bigger.

"Infected." She muttered, provoking a stare from Curtis.

"Well aren't you just a little ray of fucking sun light!" Johnson waved his hand to silent the edgy Law Giver and peered over the wall at the motley group of Deathhawks and their armoured friends.

"We'll have to fight our way out. Lets smoke these bastards and get the hell out of here." With this, LGs-Curtis, Mirendez, Jones and Smith unclipped smoke grenades and lobbed them over the wall.

"Surprise, dickfaces!" Cried Curtis, before hastily falling back with the team to the evac point, a Church about a mile north of their position.

[Bara]

The Deathhwaks saw the Law Givers over the wall and the smoke grenades just as they went off. Trying to figure out where the Law Givers were, they ran into a bunch of Infected.

"Oh Jesus.... Were scerwed"

The Group began firing at the Infected, then, when they saw the law givers, they began shooting at them, hooping that they would kill one of them.

"Hey Eric, i want you to take this frag and throw into that infected group"

"Got it"

While, the grenade went off and the infected went down, they Deathhawks and The people in the Armour chased after the Law Givers, wounding a few of them, making them fall.

OOC: My last sentence, was that godmodding?

"Well, we now have some law givers on our hands"