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RE: Nowhere to Run {Open RP}
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Phillip Quiz
Location:
Blackrock Mountain
"Okay..." Quiz murmured to himself, sitting cross legged on the ashy ground, arms crossed before his chest and head bowed thoughtfully. Arrayed before him were the items which he had managed to scrounge from his escape pod. His lab coat he had discarded, the heat from the nearby lava flows not exactly rewarding his attire, leaving him in a thin flak jacket that could maybe stop a feather if someone only blew on it a little.
"Okay," he repeated because it bared it. He reached forward and picked up the first item before stowing it in his bag. "Medical kit, which I don't know how to use? Check. Pistol, which I don't know how to use? Check. Three spare ammo clips which I don't know how to load? Check. Dry rations that taste like cardboard? This I do know how to use, check. Binoculars? Check. Copy of pin up found in locker? Check. Data slate with important files? Check.
"Tragically," He said, rising to his feet. "I think that about covers it. Now..." he looked tot he smoky horizon. "...where the hell am I going?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
"She damn well should, or I'm gonna haunt her. Reverse-haunt her. Whatever," Greg muttered, following Eva.
"A scanner, Nora," Alistair spoke from behind the medic, reasonably far enough away not to get hit by something heavy again. Hopefully.
"It is not bloodied, but it is fully functional," he added, holding up the device.
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
While the devil on his shoulder performed a short yet passionate victory dance at the sight of Aiden first brightening up, then visibly sagging at the sight of him, Gregory held up his trophy.
"I'll be brief. Natives regenerate. Worth looking into. Got many wounded. Any free science officers?" he asked, looking at some point above and slightly to the right of Harvard's head.
"I can still help," Alistair repeated his mantra, walking away from Nora.
Post by
Atik
William Triberk, C.O.L.A.
Prometheus
Triberk coughed, not quite beleiving what he was hearing... or seeing, for that matter.
-
Eastern Plaguelands
The scourge shambled along, the massive scar left in the land leading them towards the crash of the massive metal ship. Pot shots echoed out, undead falling amongst their many companions as the forces attempted to take the crash.
Bunkers had been set up and stationed, the Dominion having fared better than other crashes due to its more advanced technology, although it was still in nothing if not bad shape. Injured marines, unlike the Raider's forces, were stationed on the front lines alongside uninjured ones, many shooting with one arm, or struggling to shoot with nearly countless injuries.
One could only wonder why the scourge were throwing themselves at the ship with such ferocity and numbers.
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470415
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Post by
Atik
Praegosa
Eastern Plaguelands
The other sister hung further back, her wheelchair generally causing a hard time when attempting to make her way through large crowds of people. Dark blue hair was cut into a bobcut, and a loose shirt and pants covered her form as she looked on excitedly.
"Come on, let's get going before they decide to send someone else!" Pray commented, smiling.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
"Seriously, what is it with you people?" Gregory wondered aloud. "By my last count you've directly killed two hundred and seventy six terrans - and that's not taking the infested ones into account, - maybe a fourscore protoss and that lyote that slobbered on your turtleneck. And a head of some alien gets that reaction from you?" he jabbed an accusing finger at Aiden.
"Whatever. If you need me to do something before I find you, you know how to find me," the Specter then told Eva, nodding at her curtly before walking away.
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Post by
Persen
Frederich Savin
The
Prometheus
, Cape of Stranglethorn
"A moment", Frederich called from somewhere beneath a desk in the back of the room when he heard footsteps entering his lab. More than one, but not many, moments later a man appeared. A dirty, olive drab boilersuit sat loosely upon his tall, gaunt frame, pockets and belt weighed down by all manners of tools and instruments. A pair of welding goggles rested on his forehead. Wild hair, some two inches long and dark blond (beneath a layer of dirt and grease) stood out in most directions save for downwards, and from beneath a pair of rectangular glasses a set of blue eyes peered at the ghost and the spectre.
"How can I help you, gentlebeings?" he asked excitedly.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
Whatever Eva's intentions were, a rather goofy ear-to-ear grin appeared on the Spectre's face when his arm and hers intertwined. He even decided to forgo the opportunity of taking another jab at Aiden, even though many a target presented itself, ranging from the intelligence officer's disregard of fashion and going all the way up to his disrespectful way of addressing the scientists.
Thus, Lieutenant Mandrake, content with his life for the moment, walked down the wrecked corridors of
Prometheus
. To all things comes an end, though, and so it came to the closest thing he would probably have to a romantic stroll with Eva for the foreseeable future.
"Hey there, Fred - you are Fred, right?" Gregory spoke when they stepped into the lab. Though his merry drinking days have mostly faded into the past ever since his indoctrination into the Spectres, he still held many a memory of partying in the cantina to remember the faces of the majority of the crew, if vaguely.
"I'll cut to the chase. The natives here can regenerate, they look humanoid in appearance, and so I bring you this to see if you can do something with it," Mandrake said, holding up the head.
Post by
Persen
Frederich Savin
The Prometheus, Cape of Stranglethorn
"I am," Fred inserted before the spectre continued explaining his errand.
"Ugh, biology.
Xeno
biology, even. I hate biology," he commented sullenly, dragging a hand through his hair (leaving a trail) and peering curiously at the native's head. Suddenly he shone up, as if coming to some insight, and grinned widely. "I'm on it at once!"
He stepped around a heap of computer parts, circumnavigated a workbench and approached the other two...three...whatever.
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470415
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Post by
Persen
Frederich Savin
The
Prometheus
, Cape of Stranglethorn
"Can I have that now?" the scientist said, expectantly reaching for the head. "I'm sure you have some kills to kill or something. Come back if you feel the need to wipe the planet rather than maim these ugly gits one by one. Have some tea, by the way, before you leave. There's a jerrycan somewhere around here."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
"Aren't we all," Greg winked at Eva. Admittedly, he also raised a mental barrier, if only to save himself a headache.
"Right. Where do I leave this thing, doc?"
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470415
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Post by
Persen
Frederich Savin
The Prometheus, Cape of Stranglethorn
"Here!" Fred said pointed at his right, outstretched hand with the index finger of his left. "If you feel like it, get me a couple more. If I don't get results we can always put 'em in jars. They're kind of cool."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
"Finally
someone
appreciates the things I do!" Gregory exclaimed, depositing the head and giving Frederich two thumbs up.
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Post by
Persen
Frederich Savin
The Prometheus, Cape of Stranglethorn
"If you spot a lactating animal, please bring it back alive. Unless it's a spider. Then kill it with fire. In fact, torch the whole area in that case," the scientist said, taking the head and returning a thumbs up with his free, left hand. Suddenly raising his voice drastically, he called "I'M OUT OF MILK, MISS! THERE'S SUGAR IN THE AMMO BOX ON THE SHELF," turned on his heel and waltzed off to some (presumably cleaner) table.
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