EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

Comments

[neveraskedforthis]

[ YES it is a sore topic and it already grates on his nerves how his augs manage to become the central topic of any conversation. Because seriously, other people don't fucking talk about their limbs all the time either, do they?

Okay, maybe that's the cynic in him there, but damnit, isn't he supposed to be more than just his metalbits?

Apparently not, as his body had just reminded him once more. Granted, any other person would probably be mildly in pain right now too, but with Adam it stuns him for a few seconds and sends a jolt of pain right up to his brain where it hurts the most. And this isn't even a serious charge; it's more like an insect bite. Nothing too harmful, but really fucking annoying and focused.

He grunts, face covered by his metallic palm. The other one doesn't move, fingers frozen in their current positions, while he waits for his HUD to reboot. He can only hope that's all and that it's not bad enough to actually have screwed something up again like his retinal enhancements or tactile sensors and sensory feedback. That would be the worst.

And why do people always approach him when it's really not a good time. ]

What.

[loyalism]

[Are you all right? he nearly asks. You don't look well.

No, let the man keep his dignity. Instead he offers a small smile—a weak, practised kind of thing that doesn't reach his eyes—and gestures to the seat opposite Adam.]

Do you mind if I sit with you a while?

[neveraskedforthis]

[ It'll only last for a moment. And even robots can feel unwell every once in a while, so that's not the problem; what Adam's really uncomfortable about is the reason for being 'unwell'. It's something he'd rather not have people be aware of. ]

If you want.

[ It's not his apartment so he can't exactly tell people to get lost. Either way, after his system is done rebooting Adam will go get something to clean this mess up with. ]

[loyalism]

[Fox sits and lights himself a cigarette in the meantime, though his eyes remain on Adam until the man is heading back to the table. Then he feigns interest in checking the network on his tablet, only looking up once Adam is seated again.]

How are you getting on, Jensen? I can't imagine that war is something you're familiar with.

[neveraskedforthis]

Something tells me you're not familiar with this kind of warfare, either.

[ So there's no reason to act smug when you're out of your element yourself. He returns with a towel, soaking up and wiping away the spilt booze with it. ]

[loyalism]

[Hey, he's not acting smug at all. He's just trying to be concerned without directly showing that he's concerned. Don't be a dick, Jensen.]

I'll admit the horses were something new.

[And the enemy wielding swords and pole-arms and bows and arrows. It certainly gave a different feeling to the battle. But war is nothing new for him. Fighting someone else's war is something he's done plenty of in the past. Killing men simply because they stood on the opposing side...]

But I'm better off than a lot of the people here. Would you like another drink?

[neveraskedforthis]

[ Don't forget about the mutant monsters and the time travel ...

He shakes his head. One drink is enough for now, can't handle much more anyway. ]

I underwent plenty of combat training and high-risk missions while at SWAT. I can probably deal.

[ Better than some others, anyway. And where his own experience doesn't help, just stick to what he knows from movies ... ]