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

[has_a_cult]

Of course.

"I suppose that means I owe you a non-specific-but-not-unreasonable favor now."

[strategic_guile]

He unwrapped a protein bar as he grinned widely at her. "Damn right." He bit off half of it and held the other part between his lips as he chewed so he had his hands free to placed the rifle back in the bag since it was the last thing he put away. He pulled the bar out before asking, "Ready?" Then ate the rest while turning his chair and table right side up to leave it how he found it.

[has_a_cult]

Ionae didn't feel the need to clean up after herself, but she hadn't made much of a mess to begin with. She buckled up the backpack and threw it over her shoulder, struggling for a moment with fitting her wings through the straps. "I am. Let's get to somewhere marginally less dreary."

[strategic_guile]

Blaine cleaned up after himself so as to leave as few traces of his presence as possible. Not always easy, with gunpowder residue, but if you look with the naked eye, it was like nothing had happened. "Less dreary, right." He mused, picking up his own packs and heading towards the door. "How long have you been shooting?"

[has_a_cult]

Ionae thought about it.

"Hmmm, since somewhere around midmorning. There wasn't much activity until the end there."

[strategic_guile]

"A good end to the day," he said, opened the door slowly and peaked out, the gun in his shoulder holster out and ready just in case something popped out of somewhere. Once nothing happened he held it open for Ionae to go through while he slid his gun home. "I'll have to come out here earlier tomorrow."