Post by Killswitch87 on Apr 23, 2009 1:07:32 GMT -5
Piedmont City-
Population: Hell I don't fuckin' know.
Time: Not a clue.
Climate: Terrible! It does a little bit of everything. Rain, snow, whatever. One minute it's hot, then cold, then hot 'cause I wear the same heavy cloths all the time and can't get 'em washed. It blows!
Reason for deployment: A demon invasion? Who would have thought that demons really exist. Two years ago a research company for the government was working on some kind of teleportation technology. Well as the story goes the laboritory caught fire for some reason, and demons started crawling out of these portals that now lay scattered across the city. As a mercenary, I have the responsability of eliminating the enemy that now lies before me.
Note to self: I really need dry underwear!
It's been eight months since I became a mercenary. I could go into great detail about how I got here, but to be honest it's not much of a story to tell. Long story short I was useless. All I did was sit at home all the time. I didn't go to collage, I didn't work. I was a waste of space. So I decided to put myself to use as a merc. A very dangerous thing to be during a demon outbreak, but my wellbeing meant nothing to me. If I fell in battle, good. Less for me to worry about. A crappy outlook I know. But it wasn't long after becoming a merc I began to see things a little differently. Me and two of my training buddies Wayward and Vincent got together and created a fire team I run called S*T*A*R*S: Super Tactics And Rescue Squad. A fun thing we put together for the hell of it. We thought we were hardcore bad-asses like the guys in the paranormal movies. Big guns, ruthless hand to hand combat training, an awesome name that people would notice us by. It would turn out that people really did notice us. I had people request to join us in the fight against the demons pleaging the city.
"Wow. People seriously want to join us?" I thought to myself.
Against the wishes of my buddies, I allowed people on the team. We watched as buildings crummble to the ground after earthquakes, demons rampage in huge numbers that reached the thousands, we sat under the full moon as raging infernos throw embers into the night sky. We even helped people from the sewers, burning buildings and pushed back one of the biggest demon armies away from a highly populated military base. Wayward and Vincent, along with others would one way or another leave the team. I remain, I stand strong for what I have. I'm no longer useless.
Nightfall slowly rolls over Killswitch as he walks into the Valintine Historical Police Station. A medium sized building with cracks in the walls and gaps missing from the ceiling. He closes the door behind him. Dust kicks up as the door swings, the lock clicking shut. A thick smell of mildew and rotting flesh overpower Killswitch. He holds his arm up to is nose to try and cover the terrible oder.
"Damn it people, you gotta throw the bodies outside after you're done with 'em" he says loudly.
Lights flicker on. Killswitch let's his eye's adjust to the light then looks around. He sees dead demons piled up in a corner of the room, blood still dripping from the numerous bullet holes.
"Sorry Kill, today's been a busy day" said a merc.
"Benjamin, no excuses. I can't handle this smell all the time".
Benjamin Breeg stands at the light switch laughing.
"Okay, I'll get Shodan and we can get these fucking smelly bodies out of here before they attract more demons. Deal?" Killswitch asked while walking up the stairs.
Breeg walked to the bottom of the stairs looking at Killswitch as he began taking off his armor.
"Yeah, deal. I'll have Laremere moping."
Killswitch walks to a holding cell with posters of women on the wall. On the bed Kill throws a GPS, flashlight, his armor, and two shotguns. He glances at the broken mirror tilting off balance on the wall. Kill looks at himself. Blood in his hair, scars on his face, he fixes his glasses to center his face. "Well" he thought to himself, "you look like a million bucks".
He turned away from the mirror laughing.
"Shodan!" Kill yelled out.
"Yeah, what's up?"
Kill removes his shirt and moves two holding cells over.
"Can you help me and Benjamin get rid of the bodies that are piled ever so neatly in the corner of the office please?"
Kill walks into the cell where a young lady in full camo is seen standing by the cell window. He approaches her playfully, wiggling around.
"Huh huh huh, can ya? Please, I can't take this smell for long. Do you want me to ralf?"
Shodan takes her hand and gently pushes his back.
"Damn you are a pain in the ass" Shodan said with a smile.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, but only because you asked me nicely."
Killswitch happiely hopped out of Shodan's cell and ran down the stairs. Shodan looks back out the window, looking at the flames of a dying city wave about. Smoke bellowing out busted windows of hotels, black and shapeless like something out of a bad dream. "Something about his ain't right" Shodan thought.
Meanwhile, Benjamin Breeg walks down the blood coated hallway.
"Laremere! Hey, where are you" Benjamin shouted out.
He continued to walk down the hallway past a few holding cells.
"Over here" a little voice responded.
Up ahead of Benjamin, Laremere is shuffling around in a closet.
"I over heard you and Killswitch and got to work finding the mop."
Breeg patted Laremere on the back.
"Good. Kill is getting Shodan to help move the corpses, then you clean the blood, guts, and whatever else fell out of 'em."
Laremere gave Breeg an odd look.
"You make it sound so wrong when you say it like that" said Laremere.
Breeg laughs and walks with Laremere to the office. Killswitch is already pulling corps off the top of the pile.
"Ya know, wouldn't be easier to just leave the bodies where they drop" Kill asked, breathing heavily from moving dead weight.
"Yeah, but then we would have to step over the bodies" Shodan said as she walked down the steps.
"Just toss the bodies outside. That way no one has to step over or pile bodies."
"Quit bitching and get dragging" Shodan ordered playfully.
"What a second, I'm the captain of this team. I should be giving the orders" Kill said with a confused expression on his face. Shodan's body language and overall expression seemed to change, like she was going through some sort of transformation. She looked into Kill's blue eyes with a cold stare that caught his attention. He realized that he was pissing her off.
"Sorry Shodan! Let's just get this done". Suddenly she seemed to transform back into the fun, playful Shodan. She looked away from Killswitch and began to blush, like she was embarrassed about what she did. Laremere stood beside Shodan.
"Are you okay" he asked keeping his distance.
Her face burned a brighter red.
"Yes...I'm fine."
Killswitch leaned over to Benjamin.
"Yo" Kill whispered.
Benjanim leaned in.
"What?"
Kill looked at Shodan with a look of concern on his face.
"Sometimes I wonder is Shodan is keeping something from us. She seems to randomly snap at people" Kill said dragging a body out the station door. Benjamin chuckled at Killswitch.
"Dude, everyone has secrets that they don't want to tell people. She's no exception".
The three mercs drop their dead corpse. Kill walks beside Breeg back into the building.
"I know, but...I don't know..." Kill said at a lose for words.
"She just acts really odd at times, you know".
Breeg shakes his head.
"She's a Demonslayer, I'm a Medic. We really don't work together."
Kill sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Aaaa. Such drama".
An hour and a half pass and the police station is corpse free. All the mercs finally decide to call it a night and get some rest for the next day to come.
Population: Hell I don't fuckin' know.
Time: Not a clue.
Climate: Terrible! It does a little bit of everything. Rain, snow, whatever. One minute it's hot, then cold, then hot 'cause I wear the same heavy cloths all the time and can't get 'em washed. It blows!
Reason for deployment: A demon invasion? Who would have thought that demons really exist. Two years ago a research company for the government was working on some kind of teleportation technology. Well as the story goes the laboritory caught fire for some reason, and demons started crawling out of these portals that now lay scattered across the city. As a mercenary, I have the responsability of eliminating the enemy that now lies before me.
Note to self: I really need dry underwear!
It's been eight months since I became a mercenary. I could go into great detail about how I got here, but to be honest it's not much of a story to tell. Long story short I was useless. All I did was sit at home all the time. I didn't go to collage, I didn't work. I was a waste of space. So I decided to put myself to use as a merc. A very dangerous thing to be during a demon outbreak, but my wellbeing meant nothing to me. If I fell in battle, good. Less for me to worry about. A crappy outlook I know. But it wasn't long after becoming a merc I began to see things a little differently. Me and two of my training buddies Wayward and Vincent got together and created a fire team I run called S*T*A*R*S: Super Tactics And Rescue Squad. A fun thing we put together for the hell of it. We thought we were hardcore bad-asses like the guys in the paranormal movies. Big guns, ruthless hand to hand combat training, an awesome name that people would notice us by. It would turn out that people really did notice us. I had people request to join us in the fight against the demons pleaging the city.
"Wow. People seriously want to join us?" I thought to myself.
Against the wishes of my buddies, I allowed people on the team. We watched as buildings crummble to the ground after earthquakes, demons rampage in huge numbers that reached the thousands, we sat under the full moon as raging infernos throw embers into the night sky. We even helped people from the sewers, burning buildings and pushed back one of the biggest demon armies away from a highly populated military base. Wayward and Vincent, along with others would one way or another leave the team. I remain, I stand strong for what I have. I'm no longer useless.
Nightfall slowly rolls over Killswitch as he walks into the Valintine Historical Police Station. A medium sized building with cracks in the walls and gaps missing from the ceiling. He closes the door behind him. Dust kicks up as the door swings, the lock clicking shut. A thick smell of mildew and rotting flesh overpower Killswitch. He holds his arm up to is nose to try and cover the terrible oder.
"Damn it people, you gotta throw the bodies outside after you're done with 'em" he says loudly.
Lights flicker on. Killswitch let's his eye's adjust to the light then looks around. He sees dead demons piled up in a corner of the room, blood still dripping from the numerous bullet holes.
"Sorry Kill, today's been a busy day" said a merc.
"Benjamin, no excuses. I can't handle this smell all the time".
Benjamin Breeg stands at the light switch laughing.
"Okay, I'll get Shodan and we can get these fucking smelly bodies out of here before they attract more demons. Deal?" Killswitch asked while walking up the stairs.
Breeg walked to the bottom of the stairs looking at Killswitch as he began taking off his armor.
"Yeah, deal. I'll have Laremere moping."
Killswitch walks to a holding cell with posters of women on the wall. On the bed Kill throws a GPS, flashlight, his armor, and two shotguns. He glances at the broken mirror tilting off balance on the wall. Kill looks at himself. Blood in his hair, scars on his face, he fixes his glasses to center his face. "Well" he thought to himself, "you look like a million bucks".
He turned away from the mirror laughing.
"Shodan!" Kill yelled out.
"Yeah, what's up?"
Kill removes his shirt and moves two holding cells over.
"Can you help me and Benjamin get rid of the bodies that are piled ever so neatly in the corner of the office please?"
Kill walks into the cell where a young lady in full camo is seen standing by the cell window. He approaches her playfully, wiggling around.
"Huh huh huh, can ya? Please, I can't take this smell for long. Do you want me to ralf?"
Shodan takes her hand and gently pushes his back.
"Damn you are a pain in the ass" Shodan said with a smile.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, but only because you asked me nicely."
Killswitch happiely hopped out of Shodan's cell and ran down the stairs. Shodan looks back out the window, looking at the flames of a dying city wave about. Smoke bellowing out busted windows of hotels, black and shapeless like something out of a bad dream. "Something about his ain't right" Shodan thought.
Meanwhile, Benjamin Breeg walks down the blood coated hallway.
"Laremere! Hey, where are you" Benjamin shouted out.
He continued to walk down the hallway past a few holding cells.
"Over here" a little voice responded.
Up ahead of Benjamin, Laremere is shuffling around in a closet.
"I over heard you and Killswitch and got to work finding the mop."
Breeg patted Laremere on the back.
"Good. Kill is getting Shodan to help move the corpses, then you clean the blood, guts, and whatever else fell out of 'em."
Laremere gave Breeg an odd look.
"You make it sound so wrong when you say it like that" said Laremere.
Breeg laughs and walks with Laremere to the office. Killswitch is already pulling corps off the top of the pile.
"Ya know, wouldn't be easier to just leave the bodies where they drop" Kill asked, breathing heavily from moving dead weight.
"Yeah, but then we would have to step over the bodies" Shodan said as she walked down the steps.
"Just toss the bodies outside. That way no one has to step over or pile bodies."
"Quit bitching and get dragging" Shodan ordered playfully.
"What a second, I'm the captain of this team. I should be giving the orders" Kill said with a confused expression on his face. Shodan's body language and overall expression seemed to change, like she was going through some sort of transformation. She looked into Kill's blue eyes with a cold stare that caught his attention. He realized that he was pissing her off.
"Sorry Shodan! Let's just get this done". Suddenly she seemed to transform back into the fun, playful Shodan. She looked away from Killswitch and began to blush, like she was embarrassed about what she did. Laremere stood beside Shodan.
"Are you okay" he asked keeping his distance.
Her face burned a brighter red.
"Yes...I'm fine."
Killswitch leaned over to Benjamin.
"Yo" Kill whispered.
Benjanim leaned in.
"What?"
Kill looked at Shodan with a look of concern on his face.
"Sometimes I wonder is Shodan is keeping something from us. She seems to randomly snap at people" Kill said dragging a body out the station door. Benjamin chuckled at Killswitch.
"Dude, everyone has secrets that they don't want to tell people. She's no exception".
The three mercs drop their dead corpse. Kill walks beside Breeg back into the building.
"I know, but...I don't know..." Kill said at a lose for words.
"She just acts really odd at times, you know".
Breeg shakes his head.
"She's a Demonslayer, I'm a Medic. We really don't work together."
Kill sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Aaaa. Such drama".
An hour and a half pass and the police station is corpse free. All the mercs finally decide to call it a night and get some rest for the next day to come.