Darwin's Soldiers 2: Survival of the Fittest

Caustizer · **Reply #1120 on:** November 03, 2009, 09:12:38 AM

"This is my kind of place," thought Clyco as he treked along the Pelvada Advanced Weapons testing range firing line. There were so many unique and bizzare weapons here it was like he had landed in the soliders toy box!

The Prism Cannon was fun when it annialated all the targets in a single bolt, but the 10 minute reload time seriously hampered the fun he could have with it.

Bored, Clyco set it down and picked up a Spaz Shotgun off the wall. He had always wanted one of these - a rapid fire shotgun.

He was sure the personel wouldn't mind him giving it a shot, seeing as most of them were obsessing themsevles over the whole Dragonstorm thing.

Serris · **Reply #1121 on:** November 04, 2009, 01:45:00 AM

Alfred shook his head as he took a bite out of the bagel. "Great. Now we can't ever stop Dragonstorm."

Dr. Greene shook his head. "We have come this far. We will not let something like this stop us."

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"Hey, Sgt. Clyco. I've got the breakfast...." Zachary said. No response. "Clyco? Where are you?" His face then paled at what he realized.

He activated the radio. "Guys, we left Sgt. Clyco at Pelvanida!"

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Alfred nearly choked on the bagel as he heard Zachary speak. "We WHAT?!" he shouted. "You have got to be [censored] kidding me!"

"We can't go back for him." Dr. Greene said.

"We must." Alfred countered.

"Listen, we lost the 2 Humvees chasing us. We don't want to run the risk of running into them and the tanks at the base and incurring the wrath of the squads of special forces troopers without support."

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Nixon and PFC Reynolds were eating some minstrone soup.

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A squad of special forces troopers entered the AWTR and spotted Sgt. Clyco. They did not open fire but they cautiously approached him.

"Sir, please identify yourself." one of the troopers said, lowering his weapon. The others did not lower their weapons but kept them ready.

Caustizer · **Reply #1122 on:** November 04, 2009, 11:25:05 PM

Clyco was busy clearing out a jam in the side chamber of the automatic shotgun when the special forces approached him.

"Sir, please identify yourself," asserted one of the mysterious group.

How they were dressed implied that they weren't Pelvada guards but in fact part of an outside force. He had best keep it cool, just in case these guys were 'Dragonstorm' like the others he had fought earlier. As soon as he turned in their direction they aimed a bunch of high class firearms at him... this was going to be tricky.

"Fredrick Clyco, Srgt. First class in the Canadian Military," mumbled Clyco, as he still had the hammer for the shotgun trigger in his mouth from what he was doing when they arrived, annoyed the Srgt. pulled it from his lips,

"I was sent here to drop off a highly classifed experiemental weapon, but got caught up in whatever is going on here. I don't suppose you guys are here to take me back home?"

Serris · **Reply #1123 on:** November 05, 2009, 03:26:58 AM

"We were called to this base thanks to a hostage who escaped Dr. Zanasiu's men. As you are probably aware of, Dr. Zanasiu and a group of his fellow scientists seized control of Pelvanida. Unfortunately, Sgt. Clyco I cannot allow you to leave until we rescue the other hostages and kill Dr. Zanasiu and his men."

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"Aisha! Sgt. Clyco got left behind at Pelvanida." Alfred said. "Should we turn around and help him or continue?"

Noname · **Reply #1124 on:** November 05, 2009, 05:23:53 AM

"Thanks, Zack. I got the ammo now. Did... we leave someone behind?" Corporal Stern asked Zackery.

Caustizer · **Reply #1125 on:** November 05, 2009, 09:07:41 AM

"Alright" responded Clyco,

"Don't think my government is going to be too happy about this, but hey good foriegn relations aren't your number one priority are they? So, are you planning on leaving me down here then?"

Serris · **Reply #1126 on:** November 05, 2009, 08:30:43 PM

Zachary nodded. "Sgt. Clyco was behind, perhaps we overlooked him in the rush to leave. Luckily, there is a chance that "

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Dr. Zanasiu entered another gas station to refuel. He normally obeyed the speed limits but this time he felt that the faster he got to Carson City, the better. In addition, the roads were as usual, nearly deserted.

He was pumping fuel into his car when he saw a group of people pointing and whispering at his Corvette and him. He paid them no heed until one of them, a wiry Dhole went up to him.

"So what happened to your car?" he asked.

"Nothing." Dr. Zanasiu replied.

"Nothing? It looks like someone used it for target practice." the Dhole replied with a chuckle.

Dr. Zanasiu looked at the Corvette, both back windows had been completely shot out and the back doors and trunk were riddled with bullet holes. "I'll get it fixed later."

At this point, the vehicle's tank was completely filled and he paid, taking the change and literally shoving it in the cup holder.

He looked at himself in the rear-view mirror. His lab coat and pants were caked in grease, dirt, soot and blood. His face was about as bad, he had grease, blood and soot all over his face and hair.

He then drove off and reentered the highway. After driving several minutes, tiredness was overtook him and he decided to pull off the road and take a nap.

Nick22 · **Reply #1127 on:** November 05, 2009, 08:59:00 PM

Aisha shook her head. "I don't think we can afford to go back , we barely escaped our pursuers last time. Lets just hope he got out and is on his way here .. Zachary does Cyclo have a communicator on him?If he does try contacting it" She said. "But be discreet. say you're his father or something.."

Mirumoto_Kenjiro · **Reply #1128 on:** November 05, 2009, 11:18:06 PM

It was still dark when Ariol's chopper reached 'Base 4' in California. It was a supertanker modified to hold many of Dragonstorm's work, although not it's primary base of operations, and keep them hidden from prying eyes. Loyal soldiers and mercenaries guarded the ship and docks as the chopper landed on the helipad.

Ariol was calm, but it has not been a happy day...

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As Snow and Aiko were being treated for injuries, Dr Joe and X-278 sat quietly in the mess hall while Vic waited at the doorway. Dragonstorm itself has escaped capture, their team leader now lies in a morgue, and Dr Zanasiu's group is still being hunted by the Army as if they were terrorists.

So far, his trips to Pelvanida has not been good...

Serris · **Reply #1129 on:** November 06, 2009, 01:57:22 AM

(OOC - Zachary is in a different Humvee but I will assume that Aisha used the radio system.)

"As far as I know, Sgt. Clyco has no communications equipment and if he does, we don't know what frequency to use. And there is a good chance that if we screw it up those troopers will find us." Zachary replied via the radio.

Alfred overheard the whole conversation. "The faster we get to Carson City, the better."

The next 45 or so minutes were uneventful until the lead Humvee, which happened to be the one that Zachary was driving noticed a red bullet riddled Corvette on the side of the road.

"Hey! It's James!" Zachary shouted over the radio. "He's on the side of the road!"

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"Not at all. Once we secure this base and kill or arrest Dr. Zanasiu and his men, we will arrange for your travel home." the squad leader said. "Of course, you can hasten the process by helping us."

"Isn't that against Dra..." one of troopers said before the squad leader silenced him.

"I am not going to make him part of the squad. I just want some information." the Squad Leader then turned to Sgt. Clyco. "Sgt. Clyco, you will permitted to accompany us on our sweep of the base if you so desire. You may also decide not to accompany us but you will be guarded. In either case, you must surrender all your weapons. Am I clear?"

Nick22 · **Reply #1130 on:** November 06, 2009, 02:03:08 PM

Pull over Alfred' Dr. landon said, pointing at the bullet ridden Corvette. "I think he needs a ride..'

Caustizer · **Reply #1131 on:** November 06, 2009, 02:49:41 PM

"Of course captain," responded Clyco, "I think i'll stay, though it would be nice if you stopped pointing those guns at me, those things are dangerous."

Clyco stepped over the the gun lockers, and opened them up revealing row on row of various class weapons and munitions.

"On the subject of me handing over my weapons, go ahead, take as many as you can carry. Might not want the piece of garbage I'm working on though... Spaz really needs increase the mechanical reliability of their trigger mechanisms."

Serris · **Reply #1132 on:** November 06, 2009, 03:16:22 PM

Alfred pulled off the road. The other Humvees followed him.

He then leapt from the vehicle and pounded on the Corvette's window.

James awoke from the pounding. "Who the hell are you?" he asked groggily.

"It's Alfred, Aisha and Dr. Landon. We saw your car on the side of the road."

"I was taking a nap." Dr. Zanasiu replied. "I've been up for the past 24+ hours."

"We've all been." Alfred replied. "I do need less sleep than a Human but even I have my limits. Right now, I am running on strong black coffee."

"How much farther to Carson City?"

Alfred looked at a nearby sign. "About 300 miles. We're getting closer."

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The Squad Leader ordered the troopers to lower their weapons but keep them ready.

Two of the troopers guarding Sgt. Clyco lowered their weapons.

"One last question, then we'll leave you with two of the guards here. Have you seen Dr. Zanasiu or any of his men?" the Squad Leader asked.

Caustizer · **Reply #1133 on:** November 06, 2009, 04:22:16 PM

"I'd help you out, but I've only been here a day and a half," responded Clyco, "I don't know anyone here enough to say for certain."

Seeing that they weren't going to take the weapons, Clyco closed the doors and went back to attempting to repair his shotgun.

Serris · **Reply #1134 on:** November 07, 2009, 12:49:11 AM

"Dr. Zanasiu, is somewhat skinny, black haired man. He's roughly 5'7" and he's usually wearing a lab coat and tan pants. He has grey eyes and he's roughly 25-27 years old." the Squad Leader said.

Caustizer · **Reply #1135 on:** November 07, 2009, 02:57:21 AM

"Haven't seen him, sorry." responded Clyco.

He was too busy for this, if these guys really wanted Dr. Z they could find him themselves.

Serris · **Reply #1136 on:** November 08, 2009, 01:41:59 AM

"Thank you." The Squad Leader replied. He then took his men and left the AWTR. Two of the men were left behind to guard Sgt. Clyco.

Caustizer · **Reply #1137 on:** November 08, 2009, 07:27:25 PM

(OOC: Who are the guards he left behind?)

Clyco was glad they were leaving him in peace, he had half expected to be arrested or detained. For once, he felt good being a dignitary from another nation but it seemed to protect him from a logical standpoint.

Ignoring the guards for the moment, he went back to repairing the Spaz that had quit on him. A few clicks and a lock and the hammer was back in place. Time to see if his repair job was suffice.

"Hey, since this is a testing range, do you mind if I take a shot or two to see if I put it back together correctly?" Clyco asked of the nearest guard. Down range another plastic target rolled into position.

Serris · **Reply #1138 on:** November 08, 2009, 10:31:48 PM

(OOC - They are just there and are mostly "decoration". Um, what about the disabled SUV in the desert?)

One of the guards, a Human nodded. "You may do so but we will need to accompany you."

Just behind Sgt. Clyco on a catwalk above the testing range, a Chameleon sniper phased into view for a few moments. He then later seemed to melt into the wall behind the catwalk.

Caustizer · **Reply #1139 on:** November 08, 2009, 10:52:13 PM

(OOC: I have something really bad-ass planned for them, but first I want to finish up Clyco's bit. Best not switch back and forth too much)

"Right-o," replied Clyco with disregard, like they we his friends instead of armed guards, "The close-range targets are just in the back, follow me."

Srgt. Clyco heaved the Shotgun onto his shoulder so the barrel was pointing towards the roof, and picked up an unopened cartrage of shotgun shells he left on the table.

The group of them came to a steel door, the entrance to the range.

"Hang on a second..." Clyco pulled the VIP's card out of his pocket and scanned it on a keypad. The door locks disengaged, and the door creaked open at the Sergeant's light push.

The atmosphere was cool and quiet... but once the firing started the concrete walls of the room kept the sound inside making it quite deafening.

As they entered, one of the guards had the courtesy to close the door behind him.

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"So, where you guys from?" asked Clyco as he opened up the case and started loading shells into the chamber.

Behind him one of the guards sat on the bench, while the other remained right next to him at the stand.

Another plastic target lowered from the roof, this one much closer then the one in the previous room.