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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 20, 2007 0:53:04 GMT
you watch as medics attempt to put the soldier in the cage, they have a hard time doing so, as he is unable to stand, the medics efforts to carry him into the cage are hampered by his arched, convulsing body. His loud excruciating screaming is incessant. Mere words cannot depict the pain across this poor mans face. He is bleeding profusely from wounds ( can I fluff the virus out a little, if so can we also involve spot checks, as there aren't many people that come at the moment?)
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 20, 2007 17:31:57 GMT
Out of Character: Sure, go ahead, we never stated anything about it, did we?
Jackinitka: I walk though to the lab. "Doctor, what's the report?"
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 20, 2007 18:04:59 GMT
you enter the lab, there are several scientists surrounding the perspex cage, they're taking a great interest in whats going on inside the cage. It seems the soldier has a visitor, a man in a biosuite, the man is currently taking samples of blood from the twitching soldier, as well as a multitude of other tasks. you speak to the doctor " we've discovered the wounds have been infected with a virus which has not been officially recorded in any of our archives, it may have been man made. We have also made two other fascinating discoveries," he pauses and directs you to the cage"I'm sure you will have noticed by now that this mans wounds are bleeding far more than they should , that is because the virus secretes an anticoagulant, the other thing we made a special note of was the almost explosive quality of the of the air surrounding the wound"
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 20, 2007 18:44:10 GMT
"How many cures do you know of, for this disease?" I walk over to the perspex cage. I place my hand over my belt and watch.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 20, 2007 19:02:33 GMT
"we haven't found any as yet, its like I said, we have no record of this disease, researching from scratch could take years" the man in the biosiute steps out of the cage with blood samples "have you told him about the naked flame yet?"
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 21, 2007 17:48:11 GMT
"Yes, I have been informed" I walk closer to the smallish perspex box. I then walk out and seek my generals and ask: "General Ivan, how goes the evacuation?"
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 21, 2007 20:28:07 GMT
"we have done as much as we can, the refuge point you set for us are reaching capacity and whats worse some of the evacuated civilians already inside these points are showing signs of infection, the worrying thing is that they don't have any wounds" your general pauses, then, BANG, the door flies open. a scientist rushes in, his breathing is heavy and labored "I'm sorry for interrupting King Tommy, but somethings gone very wrong in the labs. Henry's showing signs of infection"
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 21, 2007 21:24:58 GMT
"Fuck..." I stand slightly in shock. "Right, get EVERYONE in a HAZMAT (Includes NBC Protection) suit, NOW. Everyone who's showing signs of infection, kill them. Then take a few for Post Mortem examinations. The rest. Incenerate. We don't want this to spread to the remaining survivors." I walk in to the lab and don my HAZMAT suit. I then walk in to the communications office and start making attempts with other nations nearby. Starting with Foxtonsland and then moving on to the Holy Empire of the Raveered Emperor.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 21, 2007 21:44:56 GMT
you establish a link with foxtonsland. you can see the conference room. Its dark and its empty. You can hear footsteps and allot of moaning then gunfire and screaming "SIR. Requesting to use grenades" "What the hell do I care, I don't wanna die old!" silence, then BOOM. a small amount of light enters the room via the observatory stairway, followed by pieces of brickwork and people. The screen shakes and the signal is briefly interrupted by static.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 21, 2007 21:47:01 GMT
"DAMNIT, Get me on to their millitary's base!" I wave my fist at the screen, and order the comunications lad to patch me in.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 21, 2007 22:14:08 GMT
you end the transmission, you get static on the screen while you input where you want the next transmission to be. Once your done inputing a large room appears on the screen, there is a large holographic globe in the center of the room, there is a techie siting by the table like structure which emits the coloured globe, he presses some buttons and the globe changes into a 3d image of your compound, it appears to be live. There are several other techies sitting around computers, preforming various tasks. The appears to be secure. No one is injured as yet. There is an important looking man standing in front of the satilite communicator. "this is general frank Foyer, commander of Foxtonsland's dog soldier division and supervisor of this military outpost, state what business you have with us"
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 22, 2007 17:26:43 GMT
"Yes, this is Thomas Jackinitka, King of Jackinitka. I require to speak to Mr. Carcer-Spectro. This is urgernt business." I'm stood with my back streight, feet together and my arms behind my back.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 23, 2007 19:52:09 GMT
"We sent a Chinook for Representative Carcer-spectro not long before you contacted us,” he pauses” there was a problem on route, both pilots were lost and the representative was stranded” he pauses again” we haven’t heard for quite some time."
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 23, 2007 20:09:21 GMT
"Thank you, General." I Pause "What is the situation to cause your need to dispatch those Chinooks?"
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 23, 2007 20:41:03 GMT
"the tower appeared to have been under attack by a large group of civilians, interviews with survivors from the tower later caused us to rethink our theory. They also brought a corpse with them. It was being studied in the Genome building."
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 23, 2007 21:09:03 GMT
"Thank you, General. That is all" And I end the communication. I then change the frequency to the frequency of one of the Chinooks transporting civilians. I prefix the transmition with: "Pilot, is everything alright?"
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 23, 2007 21:27:37 GMT
"things are good on this end. Some of the passengers suffer from minor injuries, but we have a doctor on board so they ought to be fine. Were landing now. Were almost at drop off"
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 23, 2007 21:37:15 GMT
"Good. However, there has been a change in destination..." I pause. "You're now headed to Fallow Island, just thirtymiles off shore. You're then to report back here and start transporting people here to that island. The old military base is your destination." I cut comunication and order the second Chinook to do the same, but with equipment and other assorted things. I then order the other three Chinooks to keep bringing uninfected civilians to Fallow Island.
Fallow island is a strip of land about a twelve miles wide by thirty mile long, the entire island has been turned in to a military complex, but has ceased to be used.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 23, 2007 22:09:49 GMT
"orders are acknowledged, the pilot pauses,"excuse me,you cant smoke in here sir. YOU CANNOT SMOKE HERE SIR!" there is a loud boom, then static.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 23, 2007 22:14:23 GMT
"Smoke? In my fine bloody country!?" I turn to my Imports Minister. "How the hell did Cigerettes or Cigars get in here!?" I go back not waiting for an answer. "Corporal Johanson! What the hell is going on!?" I wait for a reply.
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