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| Topic Started: Sep 17 2010, 08:01 PM (209 Views) | |
| Tank Briefs | Sep 17 2010, 08:01 PM Post #1 |
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The Dead Location: Earth Difficulty: Medium Reward: +600 zeni, +5 DP, +20 all stats, +5 Rp Credits Bonus: +10 all stats, +3 Alignment Description: The coastal city of Veltin once prospered. Until people began to mysteriously die from a powerful virus. The city was quarantined quickly, but it was to no avail as four dark figures arrived and began to raise the dead using dark necromancy. Your job is to enter the city and cleanse it of this threat so that peace may be restored once again. Available: Always |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 17 2010, 08:04 PM Post #2 |
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“Do you understand the mission, Tank?” The young boy blinked, his brow furrowed as though deep in thought. “Not really at all. Are you trying to say there are zombies in the slums?” The general sighed, seeming to take time to think about his answer. It was clear that he almost thought himself crazy for having to say it. “… Yes. That is what I’m saying. And there are many more dead. We are afraid that someone is gathering an army through this virus.” Tank connected his palm to his face as though to wipe off the ridiculousness of the report he was given. “Oooookay.” Humans always labeled things they thought were different as supernatural or magical. People were probably just spooked by decaying corpses. Zombies? He almost laughed out loud at the thought, but kept a straight face for the sake of respect. “Anything else I should know?” The general pulled some photos out of a file of black-hooded figures. “These people were seen around the same time the undead appeared.” Tank studied the photo. The people just looked poor, wandering the streets, but it did raise the question… “Why haven’t these people caught the virus?” Tank rubbed his chin thoughtfully, removing his rectangular spectacles. He didn’t really need them, it was just an old habit that had stuck. “That’s why we’re sending you. The virus can’t hurt you, because you’re an android. We need you on this, Tank.” West City’s Guardian shook his head, still trying not to laugh. They’re sending me on a zombie hunt. I can’t believe this. He replaced his glasses and leaned over the table to study the four strangers more closely. These four were definitely odd. They were something to look into. Perhaps they held a cure, since they clearly had some sort of immunity. “I’ll see what I can find,” The young android assured them as he turned to go. “At the very least it’ll be a nice vacation,” he muttered to himself, as though completely insulted by the task. The general waited until the footsteps had faded before turning to another soldier, “Why does an android need glasses?” --- WC 357 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 17 2010, 08:36 PM Post #3 |
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Tank was beginning to regret joining the military every day. It was hardly that different from what he had been doing already; he had intended it to be an easier way of keep track of everything wrong in the area, but there was rarely a mission that he couldn’t have found on his own. And when it was a mission that might require some briefing, it was one like this. A man screams alien, zombie, werewolf, whatever you like, and Tank had to come running. Usually it was nothing. The closest thing he had seen to a werewolf was a rabid rat, and aliens were typically just tricks of the eye. Now people were mistaking corpses for zombies. What were the people of this town smoking? “I am the state of the art android, created for the protection of the Earth, and they send me after scary corpses. The mission isn’t even to find a cure! It’s to investigate zombies. Gods above, if this ever happens again I swear I’m resig- Tank froze into hove as he looked down onto the city on the beach. There was an awful energy; it almost made him sick. It was an actual power signature, though. That was for sure. Much larger than he had ever truly experienced on Earth. He had encountered many great warriors through the gem, but never nearby. The blackness made what was left of the boy’s skin crawl. It seemed to be crawling at a hauntingly slow pace over the city. The men enforcing the quarantine clearly did not want to be here. It was a presence that anyone could feel. Tank landed, narrowing his eyes and straightening his back to keep an official air. “Report, soldier!” The man jumped to attention, as though he hadn’t seen another normal human in days. “Yessir, 23. The Blackness, or whatever it is, has been spreading, sir!” “Darkness isn’t alive, soldier! What do you mean it’s been spreading?” “I only know what the report says, sir!” “I read the report! I want an update! Where are the so-called zombies?” “All over the city, sir!” The man seemed to be trembling at Tank’s words. The android took a moment to collect himself. He had been overly-aggravated lately, and had no idea as to why. Perhaps it was the lack of action in the past few weeks. He was programmed to fight, after all. He was often restless when a challenge did not present itself. “Apologies, soldier. At ease. Any report on the four strangers?” Tank held a map for him to mark. “They are in the heart of the darkness, sir!” They would be. “Tell me, if everyone in this city is dead, how do you know that?” “We send units in every once in a while. We take all precautions to keep the virus sealed off, but this is a strange outbreak. We have to go on intelligence runs from time to time.” Tank nodded. “Right.” Standing at attention, he saluted the soldier and moved into the city. --- WC 506 TWC 863 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 18 2010, 08:37 AM Post #4 |
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Tank’s sensors could ‘smell’ the virus as he entered, and he felt a chill in his circuits as he entered the darkness. Holding his forehead, he attempted to shake the strange feeling, “Oh, come on, Tank! You’re just spooked because of all this zombie talk. There has to be a logical reason for this.” Feeling reassured, he continued on his way, ignoring the strange readings he was picking up. He heard footsteps to his left and turned, immediately drawing his sword. Nothing. He looked down at his unsheathed weapon. “They’re corpses, Tank. And beggars. What the hell do you need that for?” He sheathed the weapon and continued on his way. He thought he heard the noise again behind him and he stopped. Hearing nothing, he continued on. “There it is again…” He stopped again, and so did the noise, but Tank knew by now that he was being followed. He turned around slowly, checking for life signs nearby. There were no life signs. He scanned for power signatures, but all he could sense was the massive darkness that hovered over the city. “Come on out. My name is Tank; I’m here to help.” He finally picked up the sound of heavy breathing. He turned his gaze to the left. “RARGH!” Tank hit the ground in surprise. There was a corpse on top of him, rotting flesh oozing some strange black substance all over him. After recovering from the shock he pushed the thing off and fired a ball of ki. The thing went to pieces. The youth ran a hand through his pink hair. “Right, then. Zombies.” He turned to leave, but soon heard that same heavy breathing from behind him. But this time it was louder, with no real rhythm. Tank turned once again and swallowed his nerves. There was nothing. He felt a drop of something from above. “Oh, it must raining.” It was almost a pleasant thought. A smile was creeping onto his face when he looked up to find the real source. There were hundreds of them. Hundreds just hanging from the buildings above him, drooling that black ooze. The android took a fighting stance. “Hungry? Come get some lunch.” --- WC 365 TWC 1228 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 18 2010, 09:04 AM Post #5 |
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The zombies began dropping down to him. He fired off a few mesposos and eyebeams, but that didn’t take care of too many before they hit the ground and charged. He couldn’t believe there were actually zombies on the beach. Maybe they weren’t actually zombies, but they didn’t give off life signs of power signals, which meant they must be shells. All that seemed to inhabit this city was the strange darkness. Trunks wasn’t particularly happy about the harm he was about to do to these corpses, but it couldn’t be helped. The choice was to dishonor a few bodies or to allow this city to fall to ruin. He thought the choice was obvious. Unsheathing his sword, he went to work. The black ooze splattered everywhere as he sliced, diced, and dodonpa’d. It was short work, but disgusting. Tank was glad not to be human anymore. His senses were completely different, not to mention he couldn’t vomit. He cleaned his sword on his shirt and put it away, turning away from the massacre of corpses. Before he even made it a few steps away, he heard a strange “squish” and the breathing returned. “What the…” He found himself turning for that noise once more. What he saw shocked him; he didn’t even attack again. The black ooze was pulling the halved corpses together. Even some of the one’s that had been destroyed by energy blasts were fitting together like fleshy puzzles. Squish… squish… ssquish… The sound made the hero shudder. What the hell were these things? He let out a yell as he gathered energy and put out both of his hands. A wall of white ki engulfed the zombies, and when it was done there were no undead to be seen. “Hope I don’t see that many again,” he muttered to himself, “I used a lot of energy just then.” The pink-haired wonder began running through the streets, trying to find the center as quickly as possible. He stopped short, however, as a hooded figure was molded from the darkness in front of him. “It’s you!” ”You?” I’m afraid I’m not sure how you mean. The voice was soothing, but snakelike. It’s depth tingled in Tank’s sensors. It was the sort of voice one thought he could trust. “I mean, you’re one of the survivors. Why haven’t you caught the virus?” Come to the heart, hero. All will be explained there. Tank blinked and the man was gone. “What the hell?” He looked all around for the dark man, but saw nothing. He let out an agitated growl and kept running towards the heart of the slums. --- WC 439 TWC 1677 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 18 2010, 09:33 AM Post #6 |
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Tank checked his map over and over. He was sure this was the spot the soldier had designated. It was definitely the middle of the slums. “But there’s nothing here! Not even a zombie.’ The boy threw down the map and sat down, trying to think of where he should go. “You told me to come here!” he cried out. Tank was tired of this city. He wanted to finish the mission and leave, but first he needed some kind of lead, and none of his advantages were working for him here. He couldn’t sense anything except for this huge presence, he could hardly see because the heat of corpses couldn’t be distinguished as living. “It’s like Spiderman having to manage on flypaper,” I am You. Tank jumped as he heard the voice. It was the same mellifluous tone from before. “Did you say you were me?” No. I am you. Tank seemed to be searching for some sense in his statement, then remembered that he had greeted the man earlier by saying “It’s you.” “Oh right, I’m sorry. Well, you, I have come. You said you would explain.” Yes, of course. But first Hero must come to us. “I have, I’m right here!” Yes. And You will bring you to us. Something was different, Tank thought. The hooded figure seemed to be growing. “How is that,” ‘Pinky’ thought out loud before looking down. He stopped short; a black pool had appeared beneath his feet, and he was already ankle deep. “How are you doing that?” The boy looked up for an answer but the man was gone. Oozy tendrils were climbing up his strong form, holding him completely still. The blackness reached his eyes, and he felt himself enter hibernation, and that’s where his memory ended. --- When he came to, he was in a sewer. He once again thanked Trunks for his new sense of smell and began looking around. There were zombies everywhere, and four hooded figures, three men and one woman, stood in front of him, as though they had been waiting for the boy to awaken. Tank was now suspended from the sealing by the ooze, and was still completely unable to move. “What’s going on?” The android was getting impatient; these games were silly and he was tired. We are you. “Right, I know. That’s fine. But what are you doing here? Why aren’t you sick like these people?” We are you. They kept repeating that, and Tank beggan to feel a little funny. He noticed the tendrils were spreading over more of his surface, as though intending to drown him in black. “What are you doing?” The woman finally stepped forward. We sent the sickness, we are the blackness. Her voice was every bit as soothing as the first figure’s, and Tank felt himself falling into a trust of her as she repeated the simple phrase. She moved towards him, hand outstretched, and he finally realized what they meant. They were all simply manifestations of the blackness, and the corpses were reanimated, as though they were simply shells. “You can’t use me for this! I’ve still got my mind! Something still inhabits this body!” Tank struggled as hard as he could against the tendrils, but to no avail. We will make you sleep. Another voice had chimed it. Tank’s head was spinning. “But what do you even need with me?” The Blackness needs a host. You are the strongest thing in this area. You will be host. “No, I won’t!” Thee android did another hard tug and the tendrils released him. He fell to the ground with a thud. “Excellent. Now I can get out,” he thought, taking a fighting stance, but the woman began talking again. Just relax, Hero. It will not hurt. Their words were getting through. Tank fell to one knee, looking up in a daze as the woman touched his face. WC 652 TWC 2329 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 18 2010, 12:07 PM Post #7 |
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The woman had lied, it did hurt. Tank cried out and hit the woman off of him. Her form disappeared into blackness and made it’s way to his mouth. All of the darkness was trying to enter him, but he was still conscious. He could still fight. The darkness whispered into his mind, beckoning him to sleep. And he was so tired… So tired. Reality blurred with his thoughts, and he found himself on a black plain, like a dark sky with no stars. “How did I get here?” As he looked around the void, a roar interrupted his thoughts. In front of him was a great black beast. The voices of the hooded figures came back, though they were nowhere to be seen, and they were all but pleasant. “If you refuse to sleep, we will destroy your mind with darkness! Behold the shadow’s form, hero!” The beast was awful; It looked to be about as large as a three story apartment complex, it had a jaguar’s head front with an eagle’s back, except there were hooves where there should have been talons. A Pair of bat wings flapped aggressively and it’s cry was more like a shriek. There was little time to marvel at the thing; Tank had to find a weakness. He drew his sword and scanned the beast, but he found that none of his android perks were working. The battlefield was his mind, and all his attacks had to be carefully strategize to be worthwhile. All of a sudden, the beast reared and raised its left paw. As it came crashing down, Tank stuck out his sword. He felt the contact and the beast screamed out in agony. With a loud cry Tank slashed through the foot and the beast fell to one knee. “Excellent, I’ve maimed it.” He watched the beast scream and shift in pain, trying to think of how he might kill such a massive, abstract thing. --- WC 325 TWC 2654 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 18 2010, 01:20 PM Post #8 |
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Before Tank could make another move, the beast was up again. The android checked it’s paw; it had healed itself. It was exactly had as the zombies of done. “I should have thought of that, really, since those corpses were full of this stuff. Oh well, I guess I slowed him down.” The beast was even angrier, and it reared again, this time charging a purple ball of energy in it’s mouth. Tank swore and began charging his counterattack. The beast released his beam with a roar and the youth simultaneously cried out, “Dodonopa!” The moves collided, and there was a flash of sharp, white light. When it faded, Tank was fine, but the beast was missing and ear. It wasn’t growing back as quickly as his foot, either. Could the answer really be that simple? The town was shrouded in darkness… The plague had started in the slums. That would be the darkest part of the city. From there it could become strong enough to create a cover so that the light that shone through the skyscrapers could be dealt with, even if it caused some damage. He imagined they had only need a little more building to have the whole city. Suddenly his mind flashed back to his battle with the zombies. He had gotten rid of them by releasing that dump-wave of energy at them. Maybe if he could maim this beast, he could focus enough to retrieve his body… He imagined that he had a large amount of the darkness inside him, and if not it was at least the source. It had to be. If he could destroy that, perhaps he could cause the dome of darkness to collapse. “That would do it…” He had strained his systems, however, in his panic, so he wasn’t sure he could muster the energy to completely dispel the creature. He just had to put it down long enough to put his plan into action. Hunching over he began to call upon all of his energy stores. A stark white outline formed around him. He rarely had an aura when he powered up, and this one only appeared when he was pushing his limits. The beast seemed afraid of the light, and stopped for a moment, as though deciding whether or not it was safe to fight. Tank placed his hands in front of him, and white electricity began to crack as he focused the energy into the most powerful wave he could muster. --- WC 415 TWC 3069 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 18 2010, 02:12 PM Post #9 |
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The beast seemed to catch onto Tank’s plan, and began to prepare its own attack. It was too late, though, the monster’s fear had bred a doomed hesitation for the Darkness. “I hope this works…” The android pulled his arms back as though cocking a weapon before thrusting forward and crying out in pain. White light once again covered the battlefield. There was a loud thud, and as the light faded back to black he saw the beast’s bottom half on the ground, completely useless. The android began to laugh and jump up and down, but returned to his senses quickly, “I can celebrate later.” He closed his eyes, trying to focus on waking his corpse. He had to move quickly, while the darkness was still stifled inside of him. He groped for a connection to his body, and finally felt that cold hand against his face. I can focus on that to snap back to my body. Finally snagging the sensation, he focused on repairing the connection. --- Back in the sewer, Tank gasped back to life. The figures were completely baffled by his awakening. The zombies seemed to be asleep for now. Their power must be gone while the source is so damaged… Gotta move fast. Tank was getting stiff, and felt he was running on pretty low energy. He was thankful that it didn’t take any energy for his flight, and he quietly thanked Trunks once more for his upgrade. He just had to get out of bubble, and as high up as he could without getting too tired. The higher he flew, the more Tank had to work. His spar with Doan had left him this weak, but it was because of the obvious damage he had sustained. Nothing had really happened to call for this fatigue. Then it occurred to him; it was the darkness. It had to be, it was fighting him as it regenerated. It was in his mainframe, slowing him down. He gave one last push before stopping, hoping it was enough. He couldn’t risk falling at this point, so he couldn’t get quite as high as he had liked. Opening his mouth, he let out a yell, forcing the black out of him. It began to drip through his mouth. The ooze dribbling down his chin. “Come on…” Tank coughed. --- WC 398 TWC 3458 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 18 2010, 03:10 PM Post #10 |
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The temperature of the ooze on his face began to heat up, and Tank caught a glimpse of that same shite shine. A white glittery substance was floating away from his face. As the darkness began to dispense as energy, it was also converted. The onlookers below simply assumed it was because Tank must have been made of metal, and so he naturally sparkled like that in the light. As the mysterious sparkles multiplied, Tank felt his systems clearing up. He had done it, he had stopped the improbably metaphorical enemy. But as he relaxed, he felt something in him stop. “No,” he spat, “No no no no!” The last speck of ooze left his lips, and he plummeted to the ground. He felt small shocks going through him, manifesting in the form of small bolts of lightning all around his body. And he was shaking. He couldn’t move. It was the most terrible thing he had experienced as an android. Was he dying? Trunks hadn’t ever outlined what dying would be like, not that it was something he could really predict or explain. Dying was probably different from android to android. His mind’s eye began replaying memories of trunks and his small-time heroics. He was sad, suddenly, as though his humanness had been accessed. He wasn’t ready to go yet; it just wasn’t fair. There was so much left to be done… The dying droid heard footsteps approaching as his ocular sensors went out. Before his systems quit, he heard a female’s voice in his ear, “You’ll be just fine.” The woman got up and turned to the soldiers, “Take him to Capsule Corp, we can- The sound stopped. There was only black. Tank’s shell was shut down. He felt once again that he had been taken to a different plain. That same weightlessness had returned, that feeling that everything was in his mind. His eyes were blinking open from time to time, and he was lying on his back. All he could see was a large snake above him, wrapped in a complicated pattern around golden clouds. His eyes shut again, and he felt another shift. --- WC 358 TWC 3816 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 18 2010, 03:24 PM Post #11 |
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When Tank next opened his eyes, all he could see was a blinding light shining in his eyes. He groaned, trying to change positions to get a better look, butt felt a soft hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, 23. You’re going to be all right.” Tank turned to the voice. It was familiar, somehow. He racked his brain for its owner, and recognized it as the voice that had reassured him as he lay dying in that city. “Who are you? How did you know how to fix me? Only Trunks knows…” “Hush, Tank. We’re trying to get you back at normal operating capacity. If you must know now, I’m Trunks’ assistant. Did you really think he’d pass without leaving someone who could fix you?” Tank blinked at the question. Of course Trunks wouldn’t have left him like that. He was just surprised that Trunks hadn’t mentioned this woman. Perhaps it was an issue of her safety. Tank was state of the art; if the wrong hands got a hold of his design plans or even a piece of them, it could mean bad things for the city, and perhaps the entire world. Tank was silent for the rest of the procedure. He simply waited, still unconvinced that they might save him, until he felt the woman helping him up. “There you go! Just take it easy a few days and your energy should be restored. What were you doing out there? Nothing should be able to attack you so viciously internally.” Tank shook his head. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Besides, it’s not important. It’s over now.” The woman nodded and turned to go. “Wait, can’t you tell me anything else about who you are?” He looked her over. The woman had a masculine haircut and appearance. Her hair was blue and stringy like Trunks’, and she had the same piercing blue eyes. He couldn’t tell much else about her, as she was wearing goggles and a lab coat. She seemed very young, perhaps his age, but it could have been the way she carried herself. “Just call me the guardian angel, Tank. Don’t go messing yourself up like that again, it’s highly unnecessary.” She walked over to the teleport device and punched in a few coordinates, disappearing again. The android shook his head. He hadn’t even properly thanked her. “No matter. I had better get back to training. Got get back into shape.” He grabbed his clothes from the side of the operating table and made his way to the training sectors of Capsule Corp, removing the strange woman from his mind, just thankful to be alive. --- WC 443 TWC 4259 |
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