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Space Zombies Spread!!! – Planet VII, Moon I

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They hunger…. They grow….. Their numbers mass and exceed all bounds of containment and control.

And with all of the activity in space, now, they reach, they stretch, they expand.

The frozen space zombies of Planet IX, have escaped the bounds of their planets gravity, and are raining upon the solar system.

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They floated through space. Undead they did not die. They merely traveled, inexorably, towards the gravity wells of the planets and moons. And they hungered. And even in the depths of space, they multiplied. Need. Need drove them on…

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Planet VII – Moon I – Outpost Lucifer: 7PM Hellifyno Standard Time

The alarms start to sound. There are things dropping from the sky. Violent things. Beings that fall through the atmosphere deformed and broken and bloody but still needing and reaching and trying. They are identified as the undead.


Planet VII – Moon I – Outpost Lucifer: 8PM Hellifyno Standard Time

More of the creatures have fallen across the planet. The Outpost has had at least a dozen of these undead beings smash into ceilings, roads and walkways. Some arrive dead on impact. Others are broken forms of themselves. But still others are fully whole and somehow, even in their decayed state, able to stand, to walk, to bite, to tear. Outbreaks of the undead plague from infected wounds have already started filing into the medical centers. This is an outbreak.


Planet VII – Moon I – Outpost Lucifer: 9PM Hellifyno Standard Time

They are falling like a rain. At least a thousand of the undead have crashed down into the moon, directly in the location of the outpost of the first moon on Planet VII. it is a state of emergency, but not one of disaster. The fall is steady, the undead collapsing from the heavens in every direction, but about 3/4 ‘s of them are destroyed due to impact and atmosphere. However, that leaves the toughest and worst of these ravenous beings to pick themselves back up, and start crawling, lunging, and trawling towards any flesh they can detect.


ALERT – ALERT – THE SPACE ZOMBIE RAIN HAS BEGIN UPON PLANET VII – MOON I

Defensive measures initiate: …

(The following is the live role play chat log that ensued) 

Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 09:46PM
Outpost Lucifer was two mile around rings stacked on top of one another, inside of a crater on the side of the moon that always had sunlight. Around the main building was a dozen auxiliary buildings less than two stories tall, surrounding the main building and taking up about 3 of the 25 mile plot of land that Kishimoto Incorporated had settled. As the zombies first rained from above them out of the void, the security team would have been dispatched to deal with them. Though this location was a research station, so as such it only had 50 armed men and woman on site; with another 50 armed bots inside the facility itself.
 
8pm: The security team have taken up posts outside the facility in the zero G environment, a patrol has been created and the undead are being disabled on contact. But they didn’t prepare for the creatures to rain directly on top of the base. In the struggle, security members are bit and turned inside standing medical bays. The infection has found its way inside! So the Operations Manager called the Mayday! Calling the Gabe-I-El and anyone who was listening and sending the official call for help.
 
Gwen Poole
 
1/16 09:55PM
Once the call had sounded off, Gwen hastily got her shit together, suit, weapons, and all. The suit itself was a nice pink number given to her by Kurai when she volunteered in the first place, same as the rifle she had as she joined the security team outside. But the katana-shaped Vorpal blade that hung from her hip was another matter, same as the pink lightsaber hilt on the other side. “Alrighty guys and gals, we rock these losers’ socks off last time, we can do it again!”
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 09:56PM
Help? What help should come to them? What person should step out of their way to assist some bunch of eggheads on a moon somewhere? These problems are far, far out of the hands of the people below. Hearing these distressing cries and casting them asunder to the wind, cause they’ve got their own problems to deal with. Taxes, children, a chess game, a siege tower. Many people doing many things at the moment, but one man; one man who’s devotion and care for people in critical straits especially heard their call, and could not resist. It was an instant reaction, as he quickly threw together his battle armor and shoved his gear into their duct tape straps. Filling his utility belt and putting all his weapons into their places before strapping his helmet on; he was ready. He came in a full sprint down the street, arms pumping and legs moving as quick as he could in such gear which, isn’t all that fast. But he’s got a purpose and he’s good at running at this speed, and come barreling into a building where armed men wave willing people into the teleporter. They’re almost eager to reject the killer, cause of the people (who they don’t know were criminals) that the media said he murdered. But they reluctantly let him pass, one of the scientists saying “One moment, Mr. Cardboard!” And he grumbled in his visor as he raised the hammer, and felt himself begin to lift before he appeared in the teleporter and cried, “BAPTIZED IN THE RIVER!” And was there! Eager and willing to fight as he cried out his battle cry, and presented himself.
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 10:02PM
“Mayday mayday mayday!” Kurai called over her comms system as she headed towards Outpost Lucifer after receiving the alarm. “This is the KISH Gabe-I-El, requesting immediate assistance! Our Outpost on Miranda, orbiting planet 7 is currently under attack by the undead!” While she spoke she activated her ships warp drive, gunning it on max speed to her destination. -ETA, 7 minutes- The shipboard A.I told her and she cursed, that was too long! But there was only so fast she could go safely, so she used the time in between to arm and armor herself as well. In the time in between, those already present would see the chaos unfold. Zombies both from planet 9 and new planets that were once members of Kishimoto Incorporated attacked anyone with a pulse. Gwen would see it was worse than before, as they didn’t just show up all at once. Oh no, they’ve been consistently raining upon the moon; they surrounded her. The Centurion would find himself in a similiar situation within the teleportor room of the upper ring.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 10:08PM
Instantly surrounded by the gore and death of the undead a rage burned with in him that was brighter than the flames of Olympus. No Gods nor Beast nor Men could match the emotional outrage that came bursting out of him like a torrent as his fists shoot and quivered not with fear but with /fury/ as he leaped off of the steps of the teleporter and Body Slammed into the first zombie he met. If it were weak enough and rotten enough, it’d fly into /bits/; because he charged into that thing at his full sprint and ramming that dense body and armor into its rotten form. Turning immediately over to another Zombie as he clobbered it in the face and sent its broken skull bits flying with a “RAHHH” And several more various cries with each blow. He did his zone attack, coming forward with three massive strokes as he cleaved through the ranks of the dead and sent their broken bodies stumbling away or flying, be that the condition of their bodies. Bits of bone and flesh flying up into the air as some do their thing, grabbing onto him and attempting to bite him but their teeth just /can’t/ make it through. Not to mention that the moment they touch him four solid, iron rings in that left fist come slamming into their faces and send them either stumbling back or crumpled to the floor like an accordion. He fought with such might and complete lack of restraint as he sends computers and machinery flying and the Zombies scrambling around as they tried to make it through that whirl wind of anger.
 
Gwen Poole
 
1/16 10:13PM
“YAAAAH!” Pulling the Vorpal blade free, Gwen charged out and SLASHED her way across the dark skies above Outpost Lucifer, zero gravity and her own momentum carrying her far, even after she’d cut through reality to get up into the downpour of zombies. Her pistol came free as she shot and cut, sliced and blasted, diced and punctured zombie after zombie after zombie in a dangerous dance of the low-gravity environment and descent towards the surface. Before she hit solid ground again, another SLASH of the Vorpal took her somewhere else again, driving the blade through one, two, three, four zombies at a time. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 10:18PM
From one second to another, the KISH 0103 Gabe-I-El came into view directly overhead the moon. The shuttle bay doors opened up from underneath the ship and Kurai wasted no time in jumping out into the void towards Miranda’s surface. She had in her hands the Crimson Weapon ‘WindowMaker’ sniper rifle, already drawn and aimed downrange. She sighted up the Security team first, putting headshots into zombies in the blindspot of her allies. Kurai put seven A.I accurate shots into undead and causing brain matter to float in zero-G. She holstered that weapon on her back and pulled forth the shotgun against her armored chest, landing on the moon at the same time. She saw Gwen and comm’ed her. “Here we are again?” Then a general message. “This is Captain Kurai Kishimoto, all live and able bodies please respond to this frequency.” In the background they could hear the sound out semi-automatic shotgun fire.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 10:23PM
And as the view shifts from the outside back in through a little window, a Zombie’s head comes slamming into it before a knee smashes it into a black stain on the glass. Pulling back away as he turned around and tossed his hammer into a hook shape and hooked into a zombie and hurled him into a bunch of machinery. Sparks and metal boots shooting up everywhere as he cried, “FUCK IT” Fuck all this extremely expensive equipment, sometimes he slammed his hammer into a computer just because he was /that/ furious that if a Zombie was too far out of reach, he’d simply shatter some glass and scream “INFERIMUS!” And rush towards the enemy. Clearing this room, before launching himself out into the hallways and doing it again. He careened his dense body into groups of the fuckers, knocking the thinner, older ones over as they groaned in complaint before he’d shatter their heads with his fuckin iron feet ya twat. He’d leap into the air and come swinging down with his hammer as he sent one’s top half from its lower as a sickening ‘SNAP’ of its brittle spine filled the air. And feeling several arms wrap around him, he reveled in the feeling of this fighting and screamed “INCREDIBILIS!” As he hurled them away and spun around, cleaving his zone through another group of them as he began to clear out the hordes and hordes that shambled towards all the noise. This? Was exactly what he had wanted; as embattled barricades and survivors are /finally/ given this moment of respite as his thunderous voice carried in the Ring…
 
Abigail S/Mikayla L-M
 
1/16 10:30PM
*Mikayla would appear and draw her katanas being able to breathe without a space suit* Whenever ur ready Kurai, I’ll get my troops in here as reinforcement
 
Vistori Blossom
 
1/16 10:38PM
The Pixie had used her spell, Now able to breath in the infinite galaxies before her. Even if it were for just a day, A day was all she needed. She looked below her, Wings fluttering. “Oh..No..“ She breathed, She had come with Mikayla, After convincing the woman to help. Did she just dive in? Fight? They did seem as though they needed help.. So she flew down wards, Streaking from side to side as Zombie’s greedily swatted and grabbed at her. Flustered, She raised her hands and shot a single beam or Ivory green at an undead being. The energy tearing through the rotted skin, Ripping into dead muscle, And flesh. Shooting out the back, Left over bones from the spine floating upwards and slowly began making their way into whatever path gravity leads the bone remains. A gaping hole remained in the being’s stomach. She shot upwards and shot again, This time, Her beam hit the head, Pressing through the skull, Crushing through the bone and blasting through the remaining brains of the zombie. Had she killed it? She waited, Brows furrowing as it just stood there for a moment. She waited. She believed she killed. How ever she didn’t linger, She just continued shooting her beams of energy from above, The Pixie injuring or killing as much as she could, As fast as she could.
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 10:39PM
There were a dozen or so answers against her comms of Kishimoto guards both inside and out of the facility; all giving her status reports of undead everywhere. The redhead cursed to herself as the situation was ten times worse than last time, made clear as a zombie came up behind her and grabbed her. Try as it may, those bone teeth would try to bite her armored shoulder and scrap off. Kurai flinched backwards with her hip, at the same time a hand came over her shoulder to grab a headful of hair. Using the low gravity to her advantage, she tossed the zomb over her shoulder and into another one, blasting both of them with a spray of metal. She saw Mikayla show up without a suit and was surprised to see her with without a suit, but Kurai had seen weirder. The other woman said something judging by how her mouth moved, but there was no sound without an atmosphere and there was nothing understood. “The first priority is all civilians to evacuate Outpost Lucifer, get to the shuttles as fast and as safe as you can and stay up in the void. Contamination protocols are to be observed.” With that her, the 3 members of the security team out here and possibly Gwen and Mikayla would slowly make their way across the moons surface, towards the main base.
 
-Adds Vistori to the post as well. To follow along the four armored people carving a path to the building.-
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 10:45PM
Inside of the building, the Centurion went from door to door as he cleared hallway to hallway. Rallying survivors into groups, as he kept them close behind and dished out weapons. To a woman, he handed his 9mm Beretta and gripped it in her hands, “You must use this, you must protect yourself.” But she only whimpered and shook her head, babbling out before she began to sob, “M-My research, my friends… they’re all gone. There’s nothing left… I am finished…” But he gripped her then, he held her by the shoulders and said “But that is just /not/ true! You have a life, you have that knowledge in your mind you can /rebuild,/ you can try again but only if you fight. You MUST FIGHT!” he cried to the survivors. And raising his fist, the exhausted and weary people raise from their lowly states and rally together. Re-instilling a will to live, and fight as he made an example of himself and leaped into a crowd of atleast fifty of the Zombies. “YOU ARE STRONG,” He cried as he pushed their rotten corpses away. “YOU ARE ALIVE! SEND THESE BASTARDS BACK INTO THE /GROUND/” and the people cry out in similar outrage. Inspired by his eagerness and fearless they draw forth chairs, plasma pistols, batons, pieces of wood, and he gives someone else his knife as they immediately move and stab one in the head. Falling to the floor as he cried, “HA HA! I GOT ONE!” And the Centurion cried, “YES! FIGHT! FIGHT ON!” And now, with a group of seventeen pissed off and exhilarated survivors he drives /harder/ towards the heart of the base. Moving towards a point where he and the large group he has amassed can hold out till help arrives!
 
Vistori Blossom
 
1/16 10:50PM
She looked up as something was said, First priority. Right, Okay. Do that, Then. She swooped down, The tiny being following the path being carved before her, Flying backwards occasionally. She wasn’t used to this. When she flew, It was like trying to fly through a.. Ocean? Good enough. If any zombie’s were to come close to her, She’d aim for the head.. And.. Shoot. But mostly, She just would avoid grabbing hands and make her way to where she was said to go. Slight nervousness. She had never done this, Never dealt with something like this. But.. She knew she would have wanted the same thing for her, So the Pixie came to help. She had decided she would help, And she sure as hell was not going to leave until this was finished. Other than that though.. Man, Space sure was beautiful. She really should come more often. Even if she had the risk of bumping into the undead. Now, Focus Vi. She returned from the thoughts of the beauty of space,And focused more on the situation she was in. Her, ‘First Priority.’
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 10:55PM
The Centurion would soon come into contact with a trio of security guards, each moving in careful proximity of another as they toted Avenger assault rifles. Each one of them had a fully armored spacesuit, and with them where five more survivors fighting off the hoard. As he moved closer to the center of the location. At the same time Kurai fought her way in, her cycling her Mantis shotgun as fast as she could without triggering the overheating process too quickly. Soon she did have to place it back against her chest, and pulling off a Deagle pistol off her belt and a EZ cut machete off of her back as she slashed and fired at everything in her path. Behind her was another group of three brave guards, fighting and firing for their lives as the grotesque undead tried to savagely ravage their still living bodies. Soon they’d make it to an airlock entrance into Outpost Lucifer.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 11:00PM
And they would see him! Crushing the skull of a Zombie beneath of his box covered foot before he said, “Oh praise Mars!” And raised his hand in the air. Making a circling motion as he cried, “HERE! HERE!” And the Survivors in his group rallied in before he did a sort of ‘Go that way’ gesture with his two fingers. “GO! MOVETE! STAY WITH THEM!” Obviously the three men in cyber space armor would stand a far batter chance with their assault rifles at protecting these people, than the Centurion in his layers of duct tape and cardboard. He grabbed one of the men, pulling them by their shoulder in that vice grip towards his visor as he screamed over the gunfire and death and moaning undead, “GET THESE PEOPLE SOMEWHERE SAFE, AND BARRICADE THE ENTRANCE!” What about him? /Fuck/ himself, he hated his life anyways. He shoved them off as he glanced back at the approaching hoard, looking back one last time as he cried “MOVETE!!” one last time, and dove in. Headfirst as he slammed into one Zombie and killed it instantly as dry skull bits shatter to dust. A fearsome headbutt in his Body Slam before turning that lethal hammer over in his grip and punching another Zombie into a similar mess. Black, bloody ooze squirting from a vacant jaw before it staggered back and collapsed, and a very bloody and gore covered visor turned back around to the rest of them and he cried, “YEA!” As he made himself as profound as possible. They grabbed him, they thrashed around but he thrashed back just as hard and would throw them away. His might was unrestrained by such creatures, and he would not rest until this place was safe as his indomitable spirit kept him going.
 
BetaBee
 
1/16 11:01PM
*A Man wearing a black tunic with a Green tunic seemingly appears from no where, cuts down around four zombies before being killed… A Good ring rolls away from his dead body…*
 
*Hood*
 
Randall Wayne
 
1/16 11:01PM
Engines. The ROAR of engines would vibrate the EVA suits of those outside of the overrun base. At first it seems it was just rovers… but as they drew closer… and closer…. and yes, closer. And they were not just ‘rovers.’ No, it was the private military force Militaires Sans Frontieres. Using their own manufactured ‘Growler-2’ LAVs. A type of Space humvee in a sense. They were indeed late but that was only due to the travel distance of their garrison to the outpost, as well as first studying the attacking force. 59 of the 75 Zero-G trained units would show up with Several of these growlers. And in several varieties. Mainly for troop transport, a couple that would serve as gun placements to set up a safe zone perimeter for extraction of civilians. A few Medical buses, and two I.F.B. Growlera to set up a small operations base in said safe zone. Troops would unload, fall in with their platoons and commanding officers and Rally with Kurai once possible. If not? They would independently analyze the situation and act.
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 11:02PM
“COME WITH US SIR! TO THE LABS WHERE THINGS ARE SECURE!” That solider responded to the Cardboard warrior, taking out a fancy green knife and stabbing a zombie in the face. Meanwhile everyone else moved that way.
 
BetaBee
 
1/16 11:04PM
*The gold ring bounces away from it’s dead “Master” bouncing toward the nearest collection of people*
 
Vistori Blossom
 
1/16 11:04PM
She flew upwards, making a slow, But clear flight to the base. She looked below her, It was unsettling to see hundreds of rotten, dead, FLESH eating being’s fighting for her, And every other living person’ she was helping here’s, Flesh. The good thing, That wasn’t even at all that good, Was that their yelling and groaning beg’s for food, Were a lot more silent then they would be at Persistence. She looked up lowering her flight as she neared the base, The small Pixie making her way nearer to the heart of the base. She focused on that. As the roar’s of.. Engine’s found it’s way reverberating through her, She looked back, More help. She continued flying until she got to where she needed to be. Her main focus currently. She had been distracted, But finally the tiny creature, Had removed herself from the hoards of undead, And made her way to the location she was said to go to.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 11:07PM
He turned back again, crying one last time “/FUCK/ YOUR LABS, I’M NOT LEAVING TILL EVERY SINGLE ONE A’ THESE BASTARDS ARE DEAD AGAIN” a Man like him did not belong in such a place. He would wait till more help arrived, cutting a path for them in the area he was at now or he would die trying. But he thrust his foot into another corpse and sent its bones hewn into bench before clearing a counter and hopping on. Hundreds now at this point, rallying to his feet as he swung right and left and right and left. Clunking and smashing and breaking as they growled and clawed their hands up at him. Grabbing onto his free hand as he only curled his fingers and nodded, “ETIAM!” And smashed that dude in the face. An Undead Guard sees him, stumbling forth with that pistol it still had caught in its dead grip as its angry fingers /squeezed/ down and pulled the trigger. Some spark of life coming back into it for a moment as a bright beam pulsed with light in a solid ray and pierced through the Centurion’s shoulder. Flinching in that direction as he cried “GOHH-” And hurled his hammer at the bastard. Knocking it over as it slammed into its chest, and he picked up another corpse by the collar of its clothes and began to headbutt it as the others grabbled at his ankles.
 
Gwen Poole
 
1/16 11:08PM
“Yeah!” Looking down, Gwen spotted the back-up arriving and SLASHED her way through more zombies and reality itself to reach the ground again to group up with her fellow M.S.F. “Nice to see you guys, but let’s not stand around with thumbs up butts! Get these guns up and don’t waste any time! Anything that’s moving that looks like it should be dead? SHOOT it till it stays down! We see anyone out there that’s down but not bitten, get them safe, but don’t get hurt trying to save other people! Fall back only when things look like they’re fully flushed down the drain, not a second less, okay? OKAY!” She didn’t feel like she needed to suggest more; they knew what they were doing; most of these guys had been at this longer than she’d been working with them.
 
BetaBee
 
1/16 11:09PM
*The ring comes to a stop at the cardboard centurion’s foot, drawing his eyes down to it… Even if for a second.*
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 11:11PM
The Crimson Weapon would receive an update from the shipboard A.I Gaia that another mobile forces where inbound. She looked /upwards/ in space to see support, both men and hardware that made her heart do a flip; there was more chance for the Outpost to be saved! The Kishimoto woman would of course turn on her Friend or Foe tag, opening up another open channel. “Captain Kishimoto to unknown forces, thanks for the help! I’m moving indoors to secure the building. You’re more than welcome to join!” With that she cycled through the airlock with anyone who was still alongside her. Once she was indoors she looked around, it appeared that the Centurion had made quite the dent as death and gore filled this specific hallway. She requested her personal A.I to bring up the fastest route, then to troll through the systems with her admin access to /secure/ any and all sensitive data back up to the Gabe. With that Kurai took into a sprint, very glad that she kept up with her cardio while in space.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 11:17PM
Thousands of broken bodies littered the halls where his hammer had met them, dents in the walls; bloody square foot prints and that of others treading up and down the smooth, once white floor. Now it was just black and red, icky and gooey as he had shattered their skulls and spilled forth their infected juices. Most of them were so broken that they no longer even had heads or upper bodies anymore, just gush and dark chunky bits of meat where he struck them. One corpse, a bit more fresher is missing its entire face, another seems to just be a bit of neck and a lower jaw remaining. But he fucked these things up, no doubt, and now it was their turns. Hammerless, he drew forth the last weapon he had remaining his flashlight as he slammed the metal form into their noggins over and over. Not nearly as effective, but in combination with his kicks and punches he still busts heads and sends limp corpses rolling. Standing ontop of each other now, they grab his arms as he grunts and shakes with them. But he isn’t that strong, for soon there is atleast five sets of hands on each arm as they pull and grip and rip. He loses a box, and it is ripped off of his right arm in the fury and heat of those rotten faces as they snapped and growled and clacked their bony teeth. A skeleton, lurches up with hollow eyes and what remains of a woman’s face as she moaned and bit hard into his leg, but the box and duct tape and towel and all the layers on his thigh protect him as the cardboard crunches and the duct tape stresses. He slowly lowers himself down to one knee, where he works his other foot up under the edge of the counter and gives himself enough grip to pull back! Fighting against the grip of the horde at his feet as they groan in protest and pull harder. A struggle of life and death now
 
Unfortunately, all his fingers are full for the ring he glanced to, one last time before he shut his eyes and strained.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
1/16 11:21PM
She ducked through, Eventually catching up to Kurai, Her wings fluttering quickly, Going as fast as she could in space. She gave a quick glance behind her, Oh god. She let out a squeak.. Although it was unable to be heard. The 6 inch creature ducked, As a bone fragment flew over her head. She lifted off upwards again, And continued following the woman before her. Not sure of where they were headed. By now, In Persistence, Her shoulders and muscles would have been screaming for a break after all this flying, But lucky for her.. It wasn’t Persistence. So, She was probably 100 times lighter than usual. Possibly weighing that of a feather. And also good for her, She was alot more swift, quick. Light on her feet if she couldn’t use her wings.She continued following, Looking behind her occasionally. Being as small as she was definitely had it’s perks in this situation. Some times, Most times really, She hates being small. But boy, She was plenty relieved that she was small now. She looked back once again, The glances getting more frequent. She wondered if she should help the man back there, Fighting for his life. She could go back, Or she could continue flying. She paused, Just simply floating in place. She was leaning more onto one decision. Alot more. And now.. She had made it.
 
BetaBee
 
1/16 11:22PM
*The ring is lost in the chaos of the epic struggle*
 
Randall Wayne
 
1/16 11:24PM
M.S.F. Communications wold soon go up once their temporary field base was set. Alerting all those on the Kishimoto channel of their Presence. “Lieutenant Trey Devont of the Kishimoto Security Force arrived on scene!” A voice would call out until Gwen popped out of nowhere as she usually did. She would see that the men were outfitted with updated weapons and armor. And if she chose to take the time? They would be extra male and female sets that a Quartermaster would help her with. But Devont Greeted Gwen before giving her the lay down. “Officer Poole, We’ll set up two teams, One to cull the herd, the other as an assault team that I want you to be a part of! Your main goal is to help the single unit who’s massacring the Undead and clear branching hallways.l for more of our troops to push up. We take the base back sector by sector! Understand!?” And with that the teams assembled. The Lure team looking for an opening on the opposite side of the outpost to draw the undead from while the Assualt team was already armed with bayoneted shotguns and sub machine guns and moving to Enter. Twenty men each on bothe teams.
 
BetaBee
 
1/16 11:27PM
*The signature Thud of a ship coming out of hyperspace is heard, a hammerhead corvette is heading straight toward the outpost, The ship is circling the outpost, the growls of a Wookie can be heard through the comlink* (Anyone who can speak Wookie hears, This is Raakar of the Corvette Silver Spruce, wear are we needed?)
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 11:31PM
As the creatures struggle and pull on his arms, they begin to realize the fragility of his hands. Of all the parts of his body that are covered in that near bite proof material combo of duct tape and cardboard, his hands merely had strong yellow work gloves and bits of duct tape secured around the wrist. Again, he loses another box and lets a long scream cry out from that mask as the Zombies bite and crunch into his hands. Not breaking the skin or the glove because of the durable material, but the bones underneath gave and broke. For it is said that the force it takes to shatter a carrot, can take a finger as the Centurion cries in agony. Finally, after several moments of this relentless biting he finally pulls himself free. Slamming back onto the ground behind the counter before he rolled onto his feet with a gasp of air. Having knocked the wind out of him from that fall and now, completely box-less on his right arm. Despite these painful injuries, he took charge; standing to his feet as he quickly hurled himself over the other edge of the counter that was not so infested with Zombies as he rushed his hammer. But the Security Guard stood back up from that traumatic chest to the hammer, raising his pistol once again as another bright beam arced past him and then it fired again as he ran closer. This time, hitting him in the leg as the laser grazed past his shin, which he thought was a sharp piece of metal attached to the bench he ran by as he punched that Zombie so hard that its helmet went flying off in a spurt of blood, as it groaned and stumbled away as he drew forth the hammer. And fingers crunching back into place as he gripped the handle and slammed his fists together he cried, “INCONTINENS” and went back to the /slaughter/
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 11:31PM
Kurai made note of the small creature that was also slaying the undead without prejudice. Now, within an atmosphere environment, she could activate her DEFENDER mk.5 suit’s external speakers and speak to those around her. Soon an augmented reality overlay activated over her HUD and marked her as a friendly, and would mark any other M.S.F or Kishimoto forces as friendly. In a deadly dance of bullets and a sharp, hot, vibrating edge of her machete did she sweep up any undead that came in her direction. Soon she turned the corner as she heard the struggle of someone alive, turning the corner did she see a man dressed in Cardboard fighting single handedly. Without thinking she stored her machete and held that Deagle in two hands, firing down with A.I accuracy and covering the man. The trio of guards cleared rooms and hallways on the way down, clearing the section and sealing empty rooms to regain control of the base. “Captain Kishimoto. Thanks for the help. We should move together and recontrol the base.” To the Centurion.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
1/16 11:33PM
She bit her lip and turned, Flying quickly towards the huge hoard, She had come here to help so that was what she were to do, She lost Kurai as she went back to help. Heart pounding. She was ready to risk her life now, And hell, If she were to die doing this, Then so be it, She flew above the hoard, Shooting a beam of light at the corpse’s desperately. What a huge, horrible mess.. The beam slammed into the skull of a rotted corpse, Fragment’s of skull flying through-out. She continues doing this to the Zombie’s near the Centurion, Hoping to help him get out of their grasp. Her brow’s furrowed as she continued stabbing beams of energy at the skull’s of the undead. Helping the man below her. She swooped downward, Slamming the heel of her boot into the head of another corpse, The tiny foot was harmless, But the spell she implanted with it surely was not. The rotted brain inside the skull of the corpse grew, and grew until it pushed against the rotted skull of the undead being, And eventually pushed through it. The cracked bone shattering, The flesh busting outwards, Causing the corpse to.. Somewhat explode. She continued fighting her way through the hoard, Swerving past bone fragments, Grappling undead hands, And flying undead.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 11:35PM
His hands were red at this point from the blood that oozed into his gloves from the broken fingers, the teeth having not made it through but several of the blood blisters they made through the material bursting in his grip. His hands shook still with the pain and the anger as he put his back to her’s, and covered her blind spots by destroying the zombies in an angle that prevented her suit from firing upon them. Saying to Kurai through gritted teeth, “There’s people in the Labs!” SMASH! Another Zombie falls limp at his feet before he growled, “You need to get them /out of here/” and proceeded to kick another fucker away before slamming the smashing end of his hammer so hard into their fresh-dead skull that it followed through, leaving a large gaping hole in their face and head before their brains pooled out and it fell. Her H.U.D would probably give some sort of analysis, and this guy wasn’t drugged at all but was /toxic/ with adrenaline and heat. If he were on a heat reader, he’d be fucking /Red../
 
Gwen Poole
 
1/16 11:35PM
“I’m ready when you guys are!” Gwen gave Devont her best salute and nod. “Divide and friggin’ conquer, I like it!” Working as an organized front always went better for her in the toughest of times, as it was a big bulk of her training. Dancing in zero-gravity with a bunch of undead with a reality cutting sword was one thing, but heading out with the assault team with a shotgun of her own, Vorpal blade back at her hip as they moved towards their objective? That was how the day would be won!
 
BetaBee
 
1/16 11:38PM
*The wookie, hearing no response, docks at a random airlock, Which happens to be the airlock behind the centerion and Kurai. Out of the airlock walks a 8ft tall creature with long brown hair and brown eyes, it was filled to the brim with different weapons, following him are about 100 Soliders each carrying a standard blaster rifle and standard armor**Turning to them* Argh! Arrarra? ( Did I dock at the right airlock?, What is going on?)
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 11:43PM
“Let’s go then!” She exclaimed as the display did in fact show how hot he was reading, especially if they went back to back. She put away her hand cannon and opted again for the automatic shotgun, internal systems augmenting the size and kinetic force of the bullets to not pierce the Lucifer construction material. Without worry to her base did she bring the semi auto shotgun up to her shoulder and blowing up zombie heads without mercy. The Kishimoto woman welcomed all assistance as she moved deeper into the base, passed secured bulkheads and scores of body and gore that filled the hallways. She was truly saddened by familiar faces, and the company logo against their standard uniform when stained in red… That fueled her rage and ego, how dare they do this to their simple research base. With an A.I guided targeting system and an a few hundred shots still left in this ammo block; she quick stepped down the hallways heading towards the research labs on the lower level.
 
Randall Wayne
 
1/16 11:47PM
The tight knit squad would follow soon after Kurai. Clearing corners with shotguns and painting the walls with sickly colors of infected blood. Other squadmates switching to their SMGs to pick off Infected who are more distanced with small accurate Bursts. Professional and efficient. Grade A Mercenaries. Of course they would guide the occasional survivor to safety but slowing down would risk them all. The more the pushed the more MSF would slip in to finally secure each sector and hallway they cleared out. The lure team doing exactly what they needed. Finding a route that would lead the horde blocking the Labs and leading some away to thin the force for Kurai, Cent, and the rest. However still not all of them. Clearing them out with what seemed to be spears with heated blades while the line behind them had battle rifles. Forming a system of Stab and shoot. Once they grew to thick? Demolition troops would activate tripwire mines that were lead previously. Causing minimal structural yet causing massave damage to the undead. Splitting limbs and innards from the creatures.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
1/16 11:49PM
The Centurion moved behind her, moving along as he tucked his hammer away and cried, “Cover me!” Before he reached down, and produced a little baggy with a dark cross on it. A sort of cammo covered material that he reached a zipper on the other side of and pulled it open to reveal a cascade of first aid supplies. For his broken hands, he pulled off his shaking gloves and tucked them away in the box at his hip as he drew forth a hemostat and took a look at his hands. Using the wire to tie up and straighten out his fingers again, it is revealed through this removal of gloves that his fingernails are completely broken, his fingers swollen with blood and covered in it where several of the blisters broke as he fought. But this extreme pain did not stop him from mending his injuries, as he sewn himself back up and fixed his broken hands before slipped those gloves back on and re-securing the tape. Luckily, the lady in front of him had a fucking aim bot in their suit and he was pretty much set to take his time, and bring his health back up to 91. Feels pretty fucking good man, but previous to that he had been living off of his willpower alone to restore his health and now? Fights again, as he draws forth the hammer and carefully moves behind her to not interrupt that arc of fire. “I GOT YOUR BACK!”
 
BetaBee
 
1/16 11:52PM
*The Wookie Charges into the field of the undead, wielding a great vibroaxe, slicing the undead in half, decapitating them, etc*
 
*Raakar’s men take up defense formation, taking out any Raakar misses*
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
1/16 11:54PM
And from the star filled sky came a few ALL Corporation ships. Includimg a research vessel. The transports and reseach vessels land near the base and begin setting up a small outpost while the more military oriented ships begin hunting down any stray or visible zombies. The voice of a woman was heard on any open comm channels. “Excuse me. This is the ALL Corp zombie survey division. Requesting status update. Over.”
 
Gwen Poole
 
1/16 11:55PM
“Die, you dumb space zombies!” Gwen had to pepper each shot she pumped into a zombie’s face with at least one insult or a very sharp raspberry that just kinda… sent spit everywhere on the inside of her helmet, really. But she got worked up when in the thick of things. She was good at directing that anger into remaining focused. This was outrageous and wouldn’t last! They’d kill them all! As she took a look around one corner, a zombie lurched out from almost out of nowhere to grab her arm. In a flash, the Vorpal blade had come out and cleaved the bastard in half from the groin up. “Stupid, stupid… SPOMBIE!” Space zombie, spombie.
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 11:55PM
She stepped and shot, then stopped when the Centurion required covered as he preformed first aid on himself. As the shotgun reached its overheating limit, she cycled back to her Deagle handcannon in one hand and EZ cut machete in the other. Her augmented reality served wonders as it highlighted friendly combatants, including lines of fire while showing other bodies as hostile. A.I enhanced targeting software helped her shooting while Kurai used her own judgement with her green blade of death. Soon she stopped at a terminal infront of huge, twin sliding doors that was the lift. “Systems jammed! Cover me!” She yelled out and stored her weapons; activing her wristboard omni-tool computer as an orange holographic light appeared. She typed into it rapidly, then took to a knee and access a panel beneath the control.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
1/16 11:56PM
She flew lower, Aiming another beam but was interrupted as pain exploded through-out hr back, And she was yanked backwards. The Pixie’s wings currently in the grasp of the rotted hand’s of a undead corpse, She struggled as she neared the groaning creature’s mouth. A explosion of light erupting across her and her enemy, The zombie erupting into ash. She winced as she tried to fly towards the group, It simply wasn’t the same. She faltered in the air, Suddenly falling towards the bloodied ground, She beat her injured, twisted wings harder, No matter the pain. She slowed, Fighting through the hoard. Damn, That rotted piece of shit. Desperately, She lowered to her feet. She had a huge risk of being trampled, But she ran. Hoping to catch up to the group. She ran as fast as she could, And if she didn’t catch up? She was fucked. If she got stamped on by the hoard? She was fucked. Oh and look at that? More zombie’s. She was screwed. Why did she have to be so, damn, tiny! She tried to fly again, But the twisted wing’s wouldn’t allow it and she veered sharply to the left, Slamming into a wall. She cursed, Returning to her feet. This was a struggled. A huge fucking struggle to. But when her hoard met with Kurai’s and the the Centurion’s hoard? She had no choice but to fly, She lifted up into the air. Unsteadily hovering, Swerving from left to right, Lowering occasionally. She looked below her. wincing as she lifted her arms and shot more beams at the hoard. She was so screwed. She was going to fucking die. Oh well, To late now.
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
1/16 11:57PM
-ALL Corp this is the Kishimoto Gabe-I-El A.I computer. Undead have infected the moon and the building. Ground teams are now working to dispatch the dead. Captain Kishimoto is on scene within the buildig.-
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
00:00AM
Seeing the same fairy who had saved his life earlier struggle, and hearing the request of his colleague he leaped behind her and did what he was born to do; Protect people, Defend Peace. And he cried out to them, “FAIRY! FAIRY HOP ON MY ARMOR, HURRY!” Cause he saw the way that they were grabbed, he felt their pain. He too bore the wounds of war, for even as healed as his hands were the wire in his finger tips and fingernails did not ease his pain. Only mend the injury as he waved her over to him, then held his hand up high for an easier landing zone. He was approached, and the landing zone was no longer secure for a moment as he thrust his foot out into it and sent that fucker staggering back. A mighty kick as it slammed into its friends and they stumbled too as he cried, “NOW!!” For he wouldn’t /dare/ let something as magical as a fairy, especially one who had helped him too die while he was there.
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
00:02AM
And within moments Aero was bzzt zapped and popped into existence behijd the group a bit surround by four soliders wearing black and blue battle suits and their ALL Corp patented ballistic magical/energy rifles. Aero himself also wore a suit. Not a battle suit but his buisness suit. Black with blue tie. And his silver cane in hand. The soldiers immediately began opening fire on zombies. Almost too quickly. Almost as if they were lucky to be facing the zombies instead of the heros. Aero had his large black wings folded in behind himself as he approached the group. His soldiers staying around him.
 
Randall Wayne
 
00:02AM
By now every hallway Kurai and The Centurion pierces would be Secured by the Private Force. The Assualt team now in formation with the pair along with Gwen. The four of eight would switch to their bayoneted shotguns and make sure to crouch as they moved in front of the Kishimoto woman. Riddling those too close with shells while the other four with SMGs peppered those that weren’t finished of by the Crimson Weapon. As for the other two that used to make up ten? They acted as support. Moving to the Clearly wounded cardboard warrior and offering an Health Regen/Stimulant injection. One that would cause wounds to heal rapidly for a short period of time.
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
00:05AM
Kurai worked quick and efficiently, switching between hotwiring the lift and typing into her omni-tool to reroute the proper protocol until….Bamn! There opened the lift! And it was clear of the undead, though the real deal were in a pile around the edges. Kurai jumped in and said to everyone who filled this main hall. “We’re heading to the second level! Let’s get a head count and move downwards.” She looked around to see a now impressive fighting force of combined soldiers, mercs, a fairy and a cardboard badass. She needed names to add to the F.O.F as well.
 
Randall Wayne
 
00:07AM
Of course once Foreign troops began firing around the MSF base set up out side, the Mercenaries were alert. Devont himself grabbing his personal SMG to send a few warning shots as the fired rounds close to the Temporary MCC. “Hey, HEY! What the fuck!?” He said holstering his gun and opening his arms. “Ya don’t just park and start firing without identifying your targets to us on OUR turf! What kind of military etiquette is that!?” They weren’t aggrod, no. Just pretty fucking peeved by reckless behavior. And they wer wmighty territorial when it came to their AO.
 
*aggro’d
 
Gwen Poole
 
00:10AM
“Everybody on the elevator!” Once Kurai had it open, Gwen made an effort to do another quick check. This spot was safe, for now. Downstairs, though… Had they gotten downstairs by now? There was no telling if someone had accidentally led them down there yet… Oh boy. “What do you have downstairs, Kurai? These things are just trying to eat us all, sure, but in eating us all, they aren’t going to, like, say… accidentally bump into something that’ll blow us all up, right?” Right? There was no telling with types like Kurai. Gwen kinda read her as the dangerous science type…
 
Vistori Blossom
 
00:11AM
She looked up as the man shouted, She leapt up, Wincing as she spread the injured wings, Gliding onto his shoulder. She watched around her, Shooting at any undead near, Not even near. As far as she could see, She shot. Until they were secured, And the cardboard man was offered medical assistance. She exhaled sharply,Closing her eyes as she rolled her shoulder’s, Wincing as she did so. She opened her eyes once more, Looking around. Now, She wasn’t any less tense. But she took this sliver of a moment, To pause. Then she was alert again. Looking around consistently, Making sure they were not being jumped by huge dead hoards of space zombies. Theeenn, The other base set-up was getting shot at. Hell, This was a pretty, tight and intense event going on. Her wing’s would be fine eventually. But eventually wasn’t now. It was a week, At tops. And that didn’t help. She could still help though, Standing on this helpful man’s shoulder. So it was good enough. As long as she could still help, She was fine. So she remained Alert, And searching around. Looking behind her, Consistently looking all around her.
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
00:13AM
The yelling was ignored by the ALL Corp military as they continued their own Operation. Aero stepped into the elevator rather slowly. Taking his time to get on board to take the time to look around. What was this place? Hmm. Intresting. The four soldiers got on still standing around him at full alert. Seems Aerp was just here for the experience?
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
00:15AM
A bad ass, a warrior, he can be labeled as many things. But when that gentle creature lands on his shoulder, it is almost as though there is nothing but a sweet, tender child under that suit. Looking up to her as she strained and stressed with her wounds and took the syringe. “Here,” He said after reading the instructions. He knew that the needle would be fucking huge compared to her, but he wanted to help. “This’ll do for your wounds. Show me your little arm,” His voice was calm and tranquil, trusting as he insisted that it was for the greater good. “I know needles suck, but we have to keep fighting. There’s still another level of this bullshit,” to which he glanced over at the operatives and the special forces. They keep doing that, that was very good, and he nodded to one of the Soldiers belong to Randall’s party for the syringe as he said, “Thank you very much,” And stood where he was on the lift. Waiting, hammer clutched in his elbow as he used his right hand to offer this medical attention to his wounded ally. There was a long journey yet ahead of them, and he needed his team in good condition, every single one. In fact… he had wondered what became of that group of wookies and what fate had befallen them out in the fields of battle? May Mars guide their fuzzy hands to victory…
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
00:18AM
Kurai actually had a good hah as Gwen asked her a question. “No, we’re only researching exotic minerals here. Only a bunch of rocks, nothing that would /accidentally/ go boom.” She added a little inflection on her voice as she added that, there were of course four failsafe protocols that where currently hardwired into the system, and she intended on accessing them to secure the station back to Kishimoto control. She looked to Aero and looked him up and down. “Who’re you?” She questioned the Angel, not remembering if she’d seen him before. Sweeping with her own Deagle heavy pistol did she help keep the area clear for everyone to get on the elevator as it headed downwards, half buried into the moon’s surface for support. For now, the ride was quiet and quick, 30 seconds maybe.
 
Randall Wayne
 
00:19AM
Of course The Assualt Squad we’re present in the hall. Taking the time to reload, provide medical support to those who needed it. And the lure team had just about finished up their targets. The large mass of undead finally cleared out on the upper levels. The demolitions would instead fall back as they were no longer needed. Meanwhile the Rest of that team, the other six, decided to merge with the Assualt. Fresh ammo, Fresh soldiers. Meanwhile The Troops outside has just about evacuated most of the survivors that wernetbin the labs. Treating wounds of those who weren’t bitten and sending them to the Garrison where it was MUCH safer. MSF troops keeping an eye on ALLCorp military. And making sure to restrict any more of those forces from entering the base besides the select four with Aero.
 
“Wait….” on of the Troops in the elevator turned to Kurai as she fixed her beyonet. “…You…. don’t know this one?” The woman said pointing to the black winged angel.
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
00:21AM
He tapped his cane a bit before looking over to Kishimoto and offering a smile. “Aero… The CEO of the ALL Corporation. And yourself?” He leaned on his cane a bit as his wings wiggled a bit. The four soldiers were now reloading their rifles. Their magic energy and ballistic based rifles.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
00:23AM
She looked up, And at the syringe. She offered a tight smile. Raising her arm, She looked behind her once more, Before holding hr arm still and steady, To help with her wounds. Sweeping her eyes across from where she could see, Before adding,“Thank you.“ Even if he possibly couldn’t hear her, But there was a possibility. So she had said it. This was going to be a long day.. So the medical help would be a good help, And making possible Acquaintances\Ally’s would do good. She folded her wings, Not wanting to risk further damage. She nodded the the cardboard warrior, As she prepared herself for the giant syringe, She didn’t usually care for shots, They didn’t bother her. But this one? This one was huge! But, She wasn’t complaining. It would help her, So, So be it. For a split second, She’d wondered if the needle would even fit on her arm, Then realized what a retarded thought that was. So she waited, Ready for the needle to be pushed through her skin, And slowly help her wounds.
 
-to-
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
00:30AM
Using his best judgement for something so small, he carefully pressed the tip of the syringe into her little arm and let the stuff inside flow into her. The regenerative substances bonding to her wounded tissue and restoring, repairing, in a sensation that one could associate with a moving hand. Just… rubbing up and down the lengths of her injuries before smoothing them away into dull memory. Pulling it away as he dropped and crushed the syringe under his foot he said, “No problem… stay strong, little one. Do not give up, for thou art /blessed/ to have such a gracious form as yourself. A being of such magic, such beauty will not die in some place like this…” And moving both hands to his hammer as he squeezed and twisted his tight grip on it he followed it up with, “Not while something like /me/ has something to do about it.” While their was life in his body, while their was flesh on his bones when there was blood in his heart, there would always be this effort. The effort to protect the good and the righteous things in his world, and the magical with the might that he has been given. And as the Elevator drifted down and down, he only watched the lights dip past and over his visor through his dark helmet. Feet apart, shoulders rising and falling in massive heaves as he maintained his breath and psyched himself up for the next fighting. Not a CEO, not an Angel, not a Scientist; a Centurion. A man bred to fight
 
and to rally Hope in his men. “Lets do this…”
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
00:37AM
“Captain Kurai Kishimoto, Chief Science Officer and no, I didn’t till right now.” Just as she said that, the lift came to a halt, the door didn’t open yet and instead a holographic display appeared on the inside of the door to show everyone a hallway full of undead. That’s exactly what Kurai thought as she vented all her weapons and limbered up some more. “So I have a plan, everyone. The main control room is also on this level. There’s an option on that system that’ll allow me to take back control of the base. Once we get there, you /must/ evacuate all your troops.” Kurai would show them the system they had to watch their staff members vitals and locations via their omni-tool computers. “Ready. Set” She gave everyone a good chance to prepare themselves. “And go!” With that the doors slid room and revealed another hallway filled with undead.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
00:40AM
She watched as the light’s flashed by, Waiting. The lil’ thing standing up on his shoulder. She loosened with cool relief, As the pain faded. She stepped off the fighter’s shoulder and spread her tiny wings, Flying once again. She hovered in the air. Waiting with the other’s as they neared their location. The elevator taking them down, down, down below to the lab that awaited them. She inhaled deeply. She remained, Simply hovering as she waited. She was grateful to the Cardboard Warrior for helping her. And the other’s for sticking with or joining in with the group. And she was some what happy she had come, Fore she has helped, or tried, to restore the base of the Moon, And take it away from the dead corpse’s. Adrenaline continuing to course through her veins. As she saw the hologram, She listened to the Captain’s plan, And when the doors opened, She streaked through flying out and looking before her. Preparing herself for my fighting, More helping, More risking. Readying herself to fight the undead, And execute the plan. She took a deep breath, Spreading her wings and diving in.
 
Randall Wayne
 
00:45AM
The word Go was green light for The Shotgun troops to unload both Slugs and Shells into the hallway. Those with SMG’s peppering the Heads and chests of the undead making sure to drop the bodies in a “V” to use their corpses as a buffer wall to slow the undead even more so. The Helmets in the Merc were equipped with flashlights to brightly illuminate the structure if it was too dark. Troops reloading in cycles as to make sure at least one soldier was still firing.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
00:46AM
Centurion on the other hand, wise to the amount of gunfire that was about to blow through, did the seemingly cowardly thing and stood back. Raising his hammer in defiance to such a gesture as he kept close to the behinds of the armed soldiers of Randall’s command. As well as Kurai, who he had seen devastate hundreds of the walking dead with her auto aim system she had going on there and the power of those deagles. He had also seen some of Randall’s guys do their things, and knew they were highly trained professionals as he was. The only difference was, he had a hammer; they had highly automatic weaponry. Seeing the fairy dive out into the hallway, he cried “BE CAREFUL OF THE GUNFIRE!” And said to the men and women in front of him, “I would shoot with you guys, but I have given my pistol to one of the survivors, and as far as I know she still has it. Forgive me.” And that was all, because then he was moving behind them, clobbering any Zombie that got with in striking distance that somehow had not been completely obliterated by Randall’s forces and the Captain herself. It wasn’t his idea of a fight, but people are gonna be people. He’d prefer to do what he had done last time and just go along, swinging his hammer and crushing skulls but there was way more guns than hammers in this case. And he stuck by and shouted, “YEA! NICE SHOT! WOOO!” And supported them from behind.
 
Randall Wayne
 
00:46AM
*on the mercs
 
Gwen Poole
 
00:46AM
“Take back control of base, then GTFO. Sounds like a plan?” Gwen’s hands found her lightsaber now, and as the doors open, she ignited it and stepped out. Final push! Pink light flooded the space, and out she was, moving with practiced and reserved skill. She went to the side, of course, out of the path of those that would be shooting, to swing the pink laser sword’s blazing blade through the heads of two spombies that especially close to each other. Cleaning up the sides, making it hard for the other spombies to advance over the bodies of their fallen fellow freaks.
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
00:48AM
The two soldiers to Aeros front fired their rifles creating red green and blue flashes of light. Aeros cane would change into a chain blade that seemed to move on its own like a serpent. It would slither along below everyones legs until coming across the undead and begin chopping at their legs
 
Vistori Blossom
 
00:49AM
She lifted upwards, Staying near the group, She hovered. Shooting more beam’s at the head’s of the undead. Killing more dead corpse’s and turning them into..Well.. Actually DEAD for real, Now, Corpse’s. Very aware now, Cautious.She definitely wasn’t voting on getting her wing’s grabbed again, And getting dragged towards one of those rotted bastard’s mouth’s, She swerved with great agility from grabbing hands, Exploding the undead into bloody pulp’s, Avoiding bites, and grabs. Sliding under arm’s and blasting off limbs as she followed the other’s hoping we weren’t separating and rejoining this time.The tiny pixie aimed her hands at a zombie and burst the rotted bag a’ flesh into useless ash. Continuing to rush past her kill’s. And with the cardboard fighter’s warning, She had made sure to flying above everyone to miss the gunfire, But glanced back and nodded at him in thanks for the warning anyhow, She swooped to the side in a arc, Continuing to shoot from above, Also avoiding flying piece’s of flesh and bone.
 
Randall Wayne
 
00:53AM
One of The Mercenaries would hear the Cardboard armored Warrior. “Why…. didn’t you say so!?” He said panting a bit As the Squad moved up. Impaling undead with bayonets as the moved to to secure a bit of the hallway do they were at least able to leave the elevator. However once it was time for that soldier to reload his shotgun, he unlatched the SMG attached to his midsection and offer it to the shoulder. One of the support Mercs tapping Cent’s shoulder to offer a magazine from their ammo pack. Every able trigger finger was highly accepted.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
00:58AM
There is such a swelling of pride and love for his fellow man in his chest that he literally swells up with a deep inhale through his nose. Not that anyone heard it over the gunfire and fighting, but he shouts “You /honor/ me, friends!” And happily takes that weapon. Now he is not much into guns, not at all really. Like he says, ‘A hammer to fight, a knife for a tool and a gun to cower.’ But sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do. And he certainly knew how to use a gun as he took it up and shoved that extra clip into his box with a “Thank-You!” And fought! ‘TATAT! TATA! TATATA! TATAT!’ He fired in short burst, heads and shoulders and upper bodies exploding and jerking around before slamming onto the floor with the rest as they filled in rank with these other soldiers. And in good form too, as he pressed the stock of his gun deep into his shoulder, tilted his visor down to the sights with that large square helmet and keeping a close eye on his fairy friend up there. Blasting away any of those vile creatures who would even try to hurt such a wonderful, innocent being of good and wholesomeness. “FUCKERS-” TATATATAT!!
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
00:58AM
Kurai now stashed her machete and pistol, then picked up her shotgun again as she tired from swinging around her sword. Luckily recoil mitigation technology made firing this shotgun easier than swinging a sword. She heard the Centurion and shook her head, she would have gladly given him her pistol or shotgun had he mentioned that he could use it; but for now she stayed silent as she lead the path. The Captain of the Gabe in the powered armor led them first to the research lab, having to open the security lock with her administrative access. This room was large and spacious, with a few tables within the center that contained cutting edge scanners, microscopes, fabricators, and other spectra-graph like equipment. In the dead center was a large chuck of emerald green rock under a glass and the subject of study, All around the empty spots of the room were 90 or so civilians, and eight guards. All of them standing or sitting on tables and floors and just waiting on rescue. They were all pretty ecstatic to see Kurai Kishimoto had brought hell with her to reclaim the base. “Alright ladies and gentlemen, we’ve secured passage back to the escape shuttles and outside. Remember your suits and don’t panic, admin protocols will be in effect.”
 
Vistori Blossom
 
01:03AM
She flew downwards and hovered next to Kurai, Watching the civilians. She was pretty glad they were ok, Really relieved. She glanced back at her cardboard warrior friend, Smiling as he seemed to happily shoot down everyone of those rotten bastards. She returned her attention to Kurai and the civilians waiting for what she was supposed to do next, Occasionally glancing behind her, To make sure everything was ok.
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
01:04AM
Once in the room Aero began walking around. Looking at everything. “Hmm… Will there be compensation for assisting you here miss Kishimoto?” He asked as he tapped a finger against the green stone. His cane slowly reverting to its cane shape as his soldiers reloaded.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
01:06AM
“Alright folks, you heard the lady party’s /over/ lets get a move on!” His thunderous voice boomed through that helmet. Speaking as though there was a megaphone up to his visor as he stood beside the door, and set his machine to the side and clicked the safety on as he lifted the tip to the ceiling. Putting it secure against his hip as his left hand raised and he ushered people to the hall. “THIS WAY, COME! COME! Come with us, be free of this place!” And as the people began to pass by, he started to talk quieter and quieter. Just random things like, “There we go, come on come on. Don’t mind the dead homies,” or, my favorite, “Cover your noses.” He said that one alot, cause trust me it smell like /dawg/ shit in that bitch.
 
Randall Wayne
 
01:08AM
The Mercs would of course be the first to examine the civilians. They were canon fodder in a sense. They’d die first before their clients. Making sure no one was bitten and tending to the injured. The soldier who had Gifted Cent the firearm would make a small announcement to them. “For those who need immediate medical care, please head to the M.S.F. Stationed outside! Look for the Gold and Black patches…..” The soldier who we shall now call ‘Marshall’ Would make sure the entire laboratory didn’t have any form of toxic or leaking hazardous materials. Of cours her eyes Aero at his remark. “Of course you do….. you get a pat on a back and get called a hero…” he rolled his eyes. But he did look at Kurai for a moment. The soldier didn’t think she would actually give the man payment would he? Ah well, order are orders. And like that, they made sure everyone had evacuated. Including their little Assualt party.
 
*she
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
01:14AM
The redhead looked towards Aero and nodded twice, knowing that in this situation she had administrative to authorize a reward from the bottom line. All the people exited, along with the guards as moving sentries for the people they signed on to protect, making it outside in their own EVA suits. They headed towards Mercs who escorted them off planet, while a few did visit the medics. But for now she focused on reclaiming her Outpost, slaying zombies with a prejudice. “Now let’s roll.” Came out of her external speakers as she moved out the room and deeper into the facility. With two miles with of rooms, research labs, and living quarters made it quite the sizable base for the amount of time and money it cost to actually place it here. Still it was still salvageable, even if they had to clean a fair amount of blood off the walls.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
01:15AM
She stopped flying briefly, Until she fell back with her cardboard friend, Flying alongside him. Offering comforting smiles towards the civilians. Following where ever they were being lead. This hell of a fight was coming near to an end. As they were lead to the escape shuttle’s, She loosened slightly, Exhaling softly. This was… Wow. She had never done something like this before. Never had she ever fought something that much bigger than her, It was quite an experience. She glared at Aero as he asked if there would be an award. Was that guy really just worried about an award? That kind of pissed her off.. But people will be people. She could care less about payment. She was glad she helped. And hey! They chose to come there. They didn’t have to. So why would there be payment. She ignored it. And continued flying, alongside her friend. She had realized she was very, very silent during this whole thing. Probably the most quiet she had ever been. It almost felt as if she couldn’t speak. But, As the fight came to an end for the civilians.. It might not for them. So, She looked around and prepared herself. Just in case.
 
Gwen Poole
 
01:17AM
“Gather ’round, everybody! We all prepped to get the heck outside? Everyone suited up?” She pulled the Vorpal free of her belt and helped cut down some of the evac time by just grabbing five at a time and slicing a shortcut for them straight outside to the surface so they could get out quick, while the others moved with her fellow mercs that she couldn’t reach.
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
01:18AM
He coughed. A bit surprised that she agreed but oh well. Rewards are always good. He shot a smirk to that one who mentioned a pat on the back as he began moving along with the group. His soldiers keeping keen eyes out and ready to open fire. Above ground the ALL Corp soliders had begun rounding up zombie stragglers and began loading them into cages. Taking samples. And such. This and that.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
01:21AM
The Centurion said nothing, but a look up to the fairy flying next to him has him smiling as he says, “Hello again… you go on, get on that shuttle. Imma go take a leak somewhere…” Which is, rather anti-climatic. At the very end of all this fighting and carnage, what does our man do? No payment, no word of thanks or trying to get anything out of it. He came here and did what he needed to do, and his refusal to be stopped despite his loss of blood, the pain and numerous injuries he had endured he was still happy to have done it. There wasn’t enough gold in this reality, nor all the wealth in this Multiverse that could have stopped him from doing what he did. He loved his people, he was proud to be a human being, and even prouder to have fought alongside these people. But did he say that? No… he disappeared into the facility, returning after he had found some place to leave a puddle among the ruins of the undead and coming back. Where he plopped into a space suit, hid his face while he donned the helmet and put down the sun visor? And felt secure once again in the obscurity of his face as he stood among the crowds, just waiting like everyone else with his helmet in one of his space suit covered arms. The only thing that could’ve distinct-ed him from the rest of these people…
 
Randall Wayne
 
01:27AM
And so the last of the injured and refugees were sent to the Garrison. Marshall’s Squad taking a moment While Devont gave a few last orders. Listening to a secure comms channel with a nod. With whatever info was just given to him, He lead a few of the mean who had more energy to follow him to The ALLCorp troops her were rallying the undead. “Hey…..” he simply said before pointing at the undead. “We can’t let anyone leave with ‘em…. so they stay. Orders are orders…. and technically they are Kishimoto Inc. property so….” he sighed, obviously not wanting to be bothered. “Just go get ‘em elsewhere, Yeah? Just these ones? They stay.”
 
Vistori Blossom
 
01:31AM
She nodded, Flying up and waiting to enter the shuttle, She was excited to finally get to relax and sit. Not be so tense after that endless amount of battling and flying. She stretched out in the air, Her ankle’s, shoulder’s, and back popping. Holy shit… That felt great. She yawned, Rubbing her eyes. She hovered in the air, Escaping into her thought’s as she waited for the civilians to enter. They had killed all the dead, They did it! She was genuinely proud of herself. She also wondered what the other pixie’s back at her old home were doing. But didn’t spend to much time on that thought. She was plenty different from those pixies. Why she left in the first place,She just didn’t fit in there. But the real reason was she wanted to journey.. Than ended up staying in Persistence. She jerked her head to the side, Cracking her neck. She arched her back, Stretching her wings and inhaling deeply. She blinked, Back with the group. Away from her thoughts.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
01:36AM
Helmet in lap down, the old bird sat down and stretched his legs. Rolling his left arm and stretching it out as his wrist popped up underneath of his suit due to his fighting habits and age before he leaned back into the seat and sighed. The suit was uncomfortable, especially since it was also on top of his own suit. But none of this matters to the hands of time, because his bones ached and his shoulder still hurt where that plasma energy found him. He could have used that healing thing on himself, saved himself the trouble. But the needs of a magical being are far more important than his own; why should he let that beautiful immortal suffer when it could be him instead? That’s what mortals were made for, to suffer for a while before it finally comes to an end. Or maybe… there was more to that. Maybe he was wrong, and he only did it because of a secret good nature behind that mask. Or sun visor in this case now, as he leaned back into the seat he was at and waited till they got home. Once they would, he’d surely disappear into the night as he always did, where ever the hell they went.
 
*Helmet in lap now
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
01:39AM
It wasn’t to be said the Kishimoto Clan who owned Kishimoto Incorporated wasn’t grateful to their fellow countrymen when they raised the alarm. It wasn’t a bad idea to expect to get paid for ones services, it is though, bad tact to ask for it in the middle of a disaster. Regardless social necessities aside, Kurai quick stepped it to the administration block, where a sealed bulkhead, thicker by far than the rest separated them from the master command station for the entire base. It required a full battery of identification like hand print, genetic sample, retinal scan, and a voice command with a specialized code to override the current defensive position open the door. Walking into here would have the same feel as a spaceship Bridge. The Chief Science Officer wasted no time in sealing the room after whoever had come with her was inside. “This will be the only safe room in the entire complex.” She headed to the terminal and took off her helmet, revealing a head of long, flowing deep red hair and yellow eyes void of any iris’. With a quick grace she accessed the terminal, then downloaded her own personal A.I into the main computer systems. She queued up the staff directory, and was saddened to see that 2/3 of all personal had died. Some where indeed still moving on gps while life signs were flat, but that was a harsh reality of space. After assuring that no other life surviors where in the complex either, she stated .”Alright, you’re going to need to vacate all your forces right now.” She readied the system and sent a broadcast message through the installation. “This is Captain Kishimoto. I am getting ready to enact administrative protocol 4, please respond accordingly. If you are trap within in, reach the nearest terminal and send an alert…”
 
Vistori Blossom
 
01:41AM
She sat next to her cardboard friend, And if not next to him, Then on his shoulder. She tilted her head, And spoke for the first time in a while. “Are you ok?“ Her brow’s furrowed as she asked this and she seemed genuinely concerned, Her wings fluttered and folded at her back, As she tucked her legs under neath her, Stretching again. But she still looked to her cardboard friend and awaited an answer,
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
01:45AM
Oh was it time to go? He and his four soldiers followed after everyone but instead of boarding a ship they moved towards their temporary research facility. One of the soldiers looks to the merc speaking to them before approaching. “How are they Kishimoto Inc. Property? Last we checked they were from planet.. IX… We are gathering specimens to find a way to battle the infection.” He said before Aero approached. “She said we need to Vacate… Lets get out of here..” He said with whistle. “Let’s go!” And he began moving towards the research vessel that… Didnt unload any of the zombies they had. Only the ones that weren’t on the ship. They simply left them in their cages. The military ships began leaving first. Just hovering above the ground. Waiting for the research vessel. Aero turned and simply bowed to the merc. “Thanks.” he smiled.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
01:45AM
There was a shift in the space suit beneath of her, a sort of unease for a moment before he accepted it and let her sit beside him. There was plenty of seats, because he had chosen to sit far far away from everyone else. As much as he loved people, he also knew that people didn’t tend to favor him well in conversation once they learn of his ruthlessness and vigilantism. However, this fairy was a magical being, or pixie or which ever she may be. He was never really good at that whole differentiating thing, like Mayflies and Dragonflies in his eyes, they look the fuckin’ same. However, it’d be rude to assume that she is either one and tell her that, so instead he kept to an ancient oath to never lie as he said, “No, little one…” But would not budge any further than that behind the sun visor. His radio bleeping on through the suit as he spoke before bleeping off as he finished.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
01:51AM
She shook her head and asked,“What’s wrong? Did something happen–, I thought you used some of that syringe thing.“ She hadn’t known that he had used the medication on just her, And looked up at him worriedly, He had helped her, And she had helped him. So she had this very man under her Friend List, And regarded him with concern and worry as she would anyone who she saw hurt. “Oh!“ She piped. “I can get one of the Medic.. People.“ She suggested, Hoping she was helping some. She didn’t want him to ride home aching the whole time, That would suck. She flew up, Lookingaround for one of the “Support’s” And looked back down at her friend.
 
-Looking around.-
 
Randall Wayne
 
01:57AM
“Well if ya wanna go down that route…” he smirked proceeding to step closer. Though a reasonable distance between them. “More than half of them are turned Kishimoto Employees, Scientists, etcetera, correct? All were *ON* Kishimoto property. This strain/bunch was discovered *BY* the Kishimoto. As you can tell these were tougher than those we seem so far to survive such fall with a planet with this gravitational pull. So again, a Kishimoto discovery. Which officially makes what is done with such creatures up to *THEM*. And I was told to keep those that’s are living with us at a disclosed location. And since you taking off with them would be *THEFT* I am contracted to prevent such things happening to my employer. NOW!” It was obvious the lieutenant was annoyed from such pompous, ignorant behavior. “If you are to take off with those cages we *WILL* shoot you down. And we both don’t want that mess on our hands. Besides it would end bad for you. Militaires Sans Frontieres will fight you on *EVERY* front on this matter. And they have more allies against you then you have against us. Which last time I checked? It’s none.” Devont cleated his throat and crossed his arms. “Now…. we do have permission to search your ship. Which we will once you give us the cage.
 
“So please don’t make this shit hard on yourself. Your getting paid anyway. We just want the zombies, that’s it. There’s no need for you to question us. Understand?” He said calmly.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
01:58AM
“It’s alright,” He said, looking over as she began to look about, reaching out to gently cup her in one of his hands. Not forcefully, mind you, his fingers were wide and his thumb was loose so she was free to fly away as she pleased. But all he had wanted to do was hold her still and make sure she didn’t run off to actually get a medic. Last thing he wanted was some doctor’s hands all over him, he’d rather bleed. “It’s alright…” If she accepted this holding, he would carefully lift her up and let her rest on his palm as he held her before him. “All that I wish for you to do, is hear these mortal words, for you may never hear me say them again once we part ways. You are a wonderful being, a beautiful creature and truly a gift to our world. May you never stop shining this light, and spread that magic of your’s called Kindness. For it was you, who alone rushed to my aid when I was being pulled apart back in the base. I don’t mean to discredit our other friends, they followed soon after and were lovely help but /you/ were the first. And I am grateful… all that I wish is that you’d let me look upon you for this last moment we share.” For the planet outside the windows drew closer and closer, and he knew their time was running out. Meanwhile back on the planet, human nature must be taking back over as the two forces are about to go down that had once helped each other out. Ah… the Cold War, all over again!
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
01:59AM
After waiting a few minutes and watching the Outpost general sensors in front of her; Kurai made sure that it was only zombies left in the facility. “Now. Starting Phase one.” With that a hardlight shield appeared an inch in front of every wall in every room of Lucifer, where most of the more sensitive technologies resided. “Then moving to Phase two.” Typing in her final authorization, heavy laser beams of intense heat and light, just under the amount of power it would take to harm the construction materials of the base. But for flesh? Disintegrate. Even a full suit of powered armor would only be able to talk so much of this concentrated beam of radiation. This happened in every room besides the room Kurai was currently room. The proper protocol was to wait ten seconds, then secure every door, every bulkhead to assure no one could come in or out. “Phase three.” The people within the command room where teleported out to one of the environmental buildings outside the base; and it went into full lockdown. Specialized pylons within the super closed facility disallowing the automatic bending, tearing, or ripping of space within its walls.
 
Randall Wayne
 
02:02AM
“And once again. That moon full of them? OVER THERE!” He pointed to the sky. “We just want *these* specifically.”
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
02:02AM
“Now, I’m calling a parley with all the leaders of the organizations that show up today. Or just the individuals that showed up.” She stated over an open comm. “Kishimoto Incorporated and its affiliates believe in their just desserts.” Then she keyed into her omni-tool, where a Kodiak Dropship came down in the middle of secured space; and Kurai would meet anyone who wanted to come onboard there. Otherwise the moon itself is still crawling with zombies, waiting to be slayed in zero-G. She was unaware at current moment of ALLCorp trying to make off with some zombies or the dispute going down in a building next to her.
 
Gwen Poole
 
02:04AM
Once she’d gotten all her evacuees loaded up and shipped off to safety, Gwen rejoined her fellow M.S.F. in… well apparently making sure Aero didn’t fly off with spombies. “Why would… Dude, they’re space zombies, why would you even WANT them for? Just, you know… re-dead them and have it done with.” Gwen pulled her Vorpal out, but not in a way to threaten anyone, but she did approach the captured spombies with intent to re-kill them if she had to.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:04AM
“Hm?“ She let him hold her and sat to let him speak. She blinked as he spoke and tilted her head,“One last time,“ She asked, Not paying attention to the phases going through. “Surely I’ll see you again, No?“ She looked up at him. “Your not dying are you!“ She shouted in slight panic, Well.. It was shouting for her anyway. “Or are you leaving.. Like forever..?“ She kind of deflated at this, Looking up at him. It saddened her to know she was possibly never going to see her friend again, Why? Maybe he was just saying that.. Maybe she really would see him again.
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
02:06AM
Aero blinked. Then looked to the soldier who was speaking to the merc. “If they say we cant have them we cant have them. Just leave it be…” He said with a slight smile. “Dont worry. We’ll find more samples.” He then looks to the merc. “Thats fine. Appropriate.” He looks to the solider. “Let them search the research ship too…” He smiled to the merc. “Forgive them. They happen to be rather close minded..” Aero yawned and stepped back before looking to Gwen. “Oh hey its you.” He smiles. “We are looking for a potential source through their genomes… Or some thing… The science guys are the ones handling it.” He waved a hand. “Well play nice. Ive got stuff to do.” He spreads his wings and slams them to the ground launching himself into the air. And into space.
 
The solider bows slightly before looking to the Merc. “Well.. We’ll begin unloading.” He said before turning and hurrying ti the ship. And shortly after they all begin unloading the zombie cages.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:09AM
“No, no,” The radio voice of the Centurion rang through the sun visor after a beep, followed by another beep as he chuckled through it and said, “Ofcourse not! I am here to stay, but I mean that I am going to other places. My home is elsewhere, far from here, and more than likely when I get back I won’t see you again, where ever you are. See I live in a place called, ‘Persistence,’ down there. In the city, deep behind enemy lines and right up in their faces with out them even realizing it. The enemy being, crime and criminals, for I lead the life of a vigilante and am hated for it. And more than likely this life will keep me far from your gracious presence.” Which is also why, he wouldn’t even tell her his name. Just that helmet under his lap being the only identity to the strange man, who single handedly wiped out an entire floors worth of zombies and saved the lives of atleast seventeen people.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:11AM
She bit her lip and nodded, “I don’t hate you for doing what you do.. Your just a cop.. Kinda.. In your own way. Oh and guess what?“ She added.
 
Randall Wayne
 
02:12AM
“Ya see? We’re just doin’ are jobs.” Devont said leading a few after dropping of their weapons with the guards. Searching Both ships and sliding the cages out carefully. Picking their weapons up he nodded at the angel and his men before delivering the Cages in their appropriate location. Marshall piped up. “Uh… that ain’t how genomes work? Think ya mean-“ “CORPORAL STOP HARRASING THEM BEFORE I USE YOUR SCALP AS MY BATH RAG!” And so the MSF and And ALLCorp encounter was over. Sometimes it was better to be smart than have pride.
 
Aero (ALL corp )
 
02:13AM
And moments later thr ALL Corp ships all rose together and very quickly began to leave the planet. No reason to stay any longer.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:14AM
“Aw… that is very sweet of you, little one. But your kindness can not sway the uneven hearts of Men.” To which, he leaned back and listened to the rest of what she had to say. But then she’s like, ‘guess what’ and he can only help but say, “Hmm?” As he leaned back up and the visor tilted down. That hand still happy to be flat and hold here where she was as the ship pulled into the planets docking places.
 
Gwen Poole
 
02:14AM
“There we go, wasn’t so hard, was it?” Now that the zombies had been unloaded, Gwen went about personally escorting them to the gates of Hell by slicing their heads in half with the Vorpal blade one by one. “Go. To. Sleep!” The dead were supposed to rest in peace, but she was fine with having them rest in pieces to help them find that peace. Lots of pieces, if necessary. She was shaking her head as she went about it, too. “Why would you wanna… I mean… That’s just asking for trouble, right?” It was like these guys hadn’t ever heard of Resident Evil or Dead Space or Doom. The movie Doom, not the games.
 
Kurai Yuki Kishimoto
 
02:14AM
With that Kurai headed into her Kodiak and back up the Gabe, which the heavy frigate stayed within geosynchronous orbit of the moon Miranda; right above the Outpost Lucifer as Kurai needed to tend to the not combat matters of the situation. She’d wait until it was the right time and she’d had out compensation; or whenever someone showed up
 
Randall Wayne
 
02:17AM
Of course it would take a bit for the Mercs to clean up. Lock away those Cages before Devont took an MSF shuttle to the Gabe to discuss with the Redheaded woman that was their employer.
 
And would let Gwen aboard if she already didn’t warp,
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:19AM
“Well.. I don’t think you can keep” that life away from my gracious presence.”“ She laughed slightly,“Because I live in Persistence to, But I didn’t want to waste a room, Since I’m so tiny, When someone who needs it can use it, So I sleep up in the rafter’s. It get’s cold up there sometimes. And alotta people come up there to.. Anyways.“ She added. “I wouldn’t mind having us see each other more. Just because of your occupation,“ She paused, Looking around at the other people leaving the moon from the window. “Doesn’t mean I should hate you, And your helping some people ya know, Getting rid of people who could risk other people’s lives. “ She stated, Nodding confidently with her words.
 
Gwen Poole
 
02:21AM
Of course Gwen was taking that ride! “We cleaned house down there, guys! High-fives all around!”
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:23AM
As the ship slid into place and kinda jerked to a halt, the back doors hissed open and light filled the hull of the ship as people stood and took off their space suits. Slipping out of them and moving into a sorta… train station looking area as they hopped onto elevators or escalators of teleporters or transportation through magic. Very complicated machinery and important things like that, and Centurion stood from his seat while the place began to clear out and he said, “I think you misunderstood what I had meant… I live in my own home, little one. Far from the reaches of others so that I can hide my face and shame and tend to my wounds. As I must do now… and here? Our paths must branch off, friend. You go on… imma slip outta this monkey suit and head off.” Beep. Ruthless, indeed, for it takes a certain kinda person to be able to tell a fairy to go on, even if they insisted on wanting to see him more. But he was determined to live the way that he did, and so it goes.
 
Fwufikins, the Maids™
 
02:23AM
The dead were escaping from Planet 9. Perhaps the better word would be…fleeing? Not long ago a branch of the Fwuf maid swarm had established a massive gore nest on Pseudo-Pluto’s surface. Their main source food? The zombies of course. Slow moving and made of meat? With the maids’ strong digestive system, their putrid flesh and myriad of bateria would be no match! And so, as zombies made moonfall, there would be others falling with them: maids. Without the need to breathe, the eldritch horrors were hitching rides on passing ships and space debris to chase after their escaping undead prey. Even here, the marching cadavers would not escape the gnashing of Fwuf teef!
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:25AM
“Aw..“ She slipped off his hand and sighed, “Are you sure you have to go? Right now?“
 
Randall Wayne
 
02:26AM
Marshall was too sore to give the high five but smiled. Devont however did give the officer a high five. Can’t leave her hanging of course. The shuttle soon docking into the Gabe. The MSF on the ground would spot the maids and decided to give them a test by creating a body pile of excess corpses for them to clear out for them.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:27AM
“What else is there to do?” He says as he waited for the rest of the people to get a move on. Nodding to Gwen as she passed by but, did not take up that high five. “No thanks.” And let her pass along till she found someone else who /did/ want a highfive, and random passenger number so in so slapped his palm against her own with a “Yea!” as the Centurion, cold where he stood but hot blooded on the inside, let the fairy buzz around beside him till they decided to go too.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:28AM
“I dunno.. Go to the Inn.“ A shrug. “when’s the next time I’ll see you?“ She tilted her head.
 
Fwufikins, the Maids™
 
02:29AM
Oh goody! Not only were there zombies to chase down, but the locals were also arranging carrion into stacks of nummy Lunchables! “Much thank!”, said many maids in unison. The gory feast was beneficial for multiple reasons. Not only did the maids clean up corpses, but the “pellets” they regurgitate after a meal grow into new maids within hours or even minutes. The maid packs would grow in numbers, allowing them to take even greater advantage of the feeding opportunity here!
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:30AM
“Probably never… for duty calls, and I must answer. Always…” And he reaches up to sort of begin undoing the pressurized chords in his suit and helmet, as steam puffed out and he sorta began to get the air out and the pressure down to work on slipping on out of there.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:31AM
She huffed, And ‘hugged.’ his shoulder. Even if her arm’s couldn’t wrap all the way around. “Well,…Bye then..“
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:32AM
And a couple fingers came up behind her back. Rubbing those wings and back in a gentle manner to not hurt the fragile members. Petting her back and sorta ‘hugging’ too as he said, “Farewell, little one… be safe.”
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:34AM
“I will.“ She puffed out her cheeks and slowly blow out the air. “You to! Be safe. I mean it.“ She huffed. She flew in front of him, Wagging her tiny finger at him as she told him to be safe.
 
-Blew.-
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:36AM
The sun visor would only nod, then he pushed off the rest of the space suit as the rest of his armor emerged from the white outfit. And only a little bit of colored glass separated her from the knowledge of that face as he said, “Absolutely!” And sorta beamed where he stood as he stood up a little more and the helmet rattled around on the top of his noggin.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:38AM
“Mhm, Good!“ She smiled and nodded in satisfaction, Before that smile faded, And she straightened, Crossing her arms. “Well, I’m suspecting you’d like to go home..“
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:40AM
“…I can not leave till I have put my helmet back on, and in order to do that I must hide my face as I remove this one. Which… means that you can not be looking, please.” There was definitely politeness in his tone as he asked her to do this thing, just standing there in his bloody gloves and the hole on his shoulder. The red, upside down tear shape of crimson red pooling down his cuirass and on his left leg, while his right arm was only duct tape now as the two boxes had been removed. He was battle hardened, that’s for sure
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:42AM
She nodded, Covering her eyes with her hand’s and turning. She didn’t ask why he didn’t want anyone to see his face. She just did. If he preferred it be that way, Then it shall be that way. So she looked away like he asked,
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:44AM
Ah, fantastic! Because before he can even think that helmet goes ‘Tink’ as it hits the floor, and he dons his old one back on. The familiar shape and feeling clasping over his bald head as he reached up under the front panel and strapped his straps tight and huffed. “Alrighty… what’s done is done.” Now, he reaches up to give one of her legs a gentle stroke, and then he is off. Walking towards the rest of the giant plaza and station place and standing out from the crowd like a sore thumb.
 
Vistori Blossom
 
02:45AM
“Bye!“ She called, And headed towards her home.
 
Cardboard Centurion
 
02:47AM
As did he. And with a left? He is the only man who willingly takes the stairs…
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