A Serious House Above Helpless Earth [Main Game] page 3 (locked)

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Alexis

Lockdown… That’s no fun.

I guess it’s time to play. I clap my hands to get everyone’s attention momentarily.

“Okay kids, I’m sure you all know the drill. I’m going out for a bit, try not to burn the house down. Love ya’s.”

With that, I grab a pair of medkits, a small blowtorch, and my weapons and slide through one of the medical bay doors and head down the hallway. As I walk through the twisting corridors that lead from the medical bay to the control room; I pass various groups of inmates and guards, pointing them in the direction of the med bay. It seems that once people have seen a friend splattered; they tend to be friendly towards doctors. Though, it’s also well-enough known among the inmates (and guards) that I hold no loyalty to Earth below.

Approaching the control room a short while later, I see the main window shatter. It’d take something pretty strong to break through almost two inches of bullet ‘resistant’ glass. I pull my whip from its loop and trail it behind me a bit; standing my ground a few meters away from the window… Just enough to stay out of line-of-sight from the room itself.

 
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Vinyl
I run to the guy who I took the weapon from and ask him “who are you?”

 
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Keith
“Keith. Keith Jenkins.” I said. “So who are you and what put you here in this jail?” I asked the inmate.

 
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Vinyl
“Vinyl, Vinyl Scratch is my name by the way. I woke up one day surrounded by bodies, blood covering me, gun in my hand. I was accused for the murder of thirty-four people. What can I say, being an experienced killer, getting thrown in and out of jail, and being known for random acts of violence didn’t help my case. But. I. Did. Not. Kill. Those. People!” I calm myself down. “Now, unlike all the other idiots here, i am not a idiot. So here’s my deal, I help you do whatever you are doing, and I get a clean slate.”

 
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Jake
As I head to the cafeteria I see two inmates talking. I havn’t had any actual combat in a while, now will be good training. I activate my cloaking and silently sneak over. I pay no real attention to their conversation. I doubt it is anything of any importance to me. I walk to the one on the right. A small but existant noise is made as I pull out my blade. He turns just in time to not see my blade cut into his skull. With the correct positioning of the blade, little blood will come out. I punch the other criminal in the throat before retreiving my blade and stabbing him in about the same location. It’s nice knowing things like that. I would hate to show up to the cafeteria covered in blood. I clean my blade off on one of the former prisoners shirt. Better get moving. Oh, almost forgot. I deactivate the cloaking with a click of the little device. Don’t want to waste this.

 
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Keith
“How about I increase the number of people investigating what happened to those people and you help me retake this jail from these gits who think they can control everything?” I ask Vinyl.

 
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Vinyl
“Again, I’m not an idiot, deal.” I look at the people in front of me. “Im guessing you were security?”

 
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[That’s all well and good, helltank, but since you’re not in the Master Control Room… nothing you do is permanent. Case in point….]

Babyface

From on high he watches his players struggle, a smile peeking through the cracks of his mask. It widens as the whimpers from his little prisoner become louder, overpowering the jeering from his loyals goons. He knew they wouldn’t touch her, so he’ll let them have whatever fun they could get. In the meantime, there are some impertinent heroes to be dealt with. His fingers fly across the digital keyboards and touchscreen displays, highlighting specific areas of the Slab. Each occupied guard station lights up and Babyface reaches for the mic once more.

“It would seem there’s some crazies trying to be heroes, my brothers and sisters! What gives them the right to take away what’s ours, to play with our toys, WITHOUT OUR PERMISSION?! Well, I know just how to deal with them, jolly folks!” Another flurry of finger movements reveals a message on the main screen: EXECUTE MASTER OVERRIDE? Another tap and the automated voice alert system activates.

“Attention all personnel, attention all personnel. Due to various instances of criminal activity the Master Override for the entire station has been activated. All door locks, defensive measures, and life-support systems have been slaved to the Central Control Room and isolated from further tampering. Please find yourself a waystation and communicate with Upper Management immediately for further instructions. Thank you and have a nice day.”

“There, now we don’t have to worry about that little annoyance! And just to show my appreciation for all their efforts, I would like my family to direct their eyes to the nearest map display. Now watch me work!” Each map throughout the station suddenly lit up, revealing specific dots scattered around the station. “Those are the heroes. Now how’s about you tear yourselves away from whatever the FUCK it is you’re doing and take CARE of them, NOW!” The broadcast ends with a burst of static. Babyface whips around and points at the circle of inmates surrounding his prisoner.

“Helen, Wanda, Roman, Alice, Maxie, and Preston, front and center!” The group steps aways and stands before him obediently. “My finest crew, my pride and joy, the best of the… oh you get my point. I don’t trust these morons to actually kill anything other than themselves, so how’s about all of you get out there and do something, hmm?” They all makes noises of understanding and exit the room. The smile returns to Babyface’s face instantly. “This should be fun to watch, eh dearie?”

[Those names are important, and I’ll be introducing them in the sign-up thread soon. In case it wasn’t clear, admins and tech specialists will now have to work extra hard to make their way around the station(by which I mean you attempt a hack and I decide if it works or not, I promise to be as fair about it as possible), and since your current position has been broadcast to the entire population, you should probably make yourselves scarce right quick. To answer BC’s question, I will allow a second character but only so long as the second is on an alt account and is a different class than your main. I’m capping it at two, though. This game could use more inmates, but I don’t really need that many players.]

 
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Lynx
I slowly climb out of the control room, someone had tried to make that my prison, at least it was bigger than my last. I almost immediately get the feeling as if I’m being watched, before I can see if I’m correct. I hear what appears to be sirens, signalling a lockdown, the smashed window behind me is slowly replaced by a thick metal sheet. It’s like it’s one thing after another, luck is not on my side today, but I’m grateful to be free, it’s not like I haven’t faced obstacles before, although none like this. Instead of my enraged reaction inside, I decide to calm down and try to think my way out of this one, my last encounter was only resolved through sheer luck.

I could hear voices from down the hallway, perhaps they hold the solution. I began to sneak up to them, concealed very closely behind a wall, listening to their conversation.
“Shit! They locked us in here” A female voice says
“What! So all those killers, Briggs, Jennings, Lynx, they’re all locked in here too” A frantic male voice replies.
“What are the odds they survived, I mean a lot of inmates were killed or incapacitated in the initial riot” A second male tries to calm him.
“Maybe I can hack into this computer…” Her last word is slow, as if her hopes were shattered. I’ve heard enough talk, I break from my position and charge at the guards, the woman definitely wasn’t a guard, some sort of tech specialist. I catch one guard with my bent should and spear him into the metal barrier, crushing some of his ribs. The other gasps in fright, before jumping on my back. He wasn’t gripping anything really, just holding on so I wouldn’t kill him, fool, of course I’m going to kill him.

I grab the back of his collar and bend over, yanking him off me and watching him fall on his back, the fall knock the wind out of him. I grab my knife with two hands and raise it, the look that forms in his eyes as he sees the flash of the blade is amusing, for some reason now is the moment he accepted his death, not when he first seen me. I drive the small blade through his eye, puncturing his brain and killing him instantly. The woman was frozen in fear, seeing the sadistic look in my eyes did it for her, she spun around and ran. I dove at her, my two hands grasping her leg and tripping her. She rolled over and kicked me in the face with her boot, my head jerks back from the blow, but my grip only tightens. I yank her leg back wards, sliding her closer to me, I grab her by the neck and she gags as my hand threatens to crush her life. I bring my face closer to her’s my eyes surging with rage, her face surging with fear. I position my hand under her jaw and yank her to her feet, before smashing her off the wall. She cries out in pain, and I pick her up by her neck, hand positionef so her jaw took the force and she didn’t choke.

“How do I open this door” I say calmly, surprising her. She tries to squirm out of my grip, flailing her legs, to no avail. “I-I-I don’t know!” She replies, idiotically thinking I’d be satisfied. I draw my knife and press it against her stomach, and repeat my question in the same calm tone. She just whimpers, I slowly dig my knife into her stomach, she screams in pain. “ADMINISTRATOR, ADMINISTRATOR” She screams at me. “Administrator?” I repeat confused. She nods frantically and I remove my knife, she breaths a sigh of relief and I lower her to her feet, hand still placed loosely around her neck as she explains. “You need to get to an Administrator’s office, or the main control room.” As soon as she finishes and announcement booms throughout the prison, I look up at no where in particular and listen to it.

When it is over I turn back to the woman and remove my hand from her neck. “Thank you” I say and give her a polite smile. She closes her eyes and mouths something, she was praying god. My knife snaps her eyes open with shock, she slowly looks down, eyes widening more when it hits her she’s been stabbed. I drag the blade across her stomach, and she falls to her knees clutching her wound. I leave her there, as she tries to keep her insides from venturing outside.

 
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Laughing Mad
I suddenly realise where I’m going. Hell, me and all the other prisoners have been down it thousands of times. The gym’s down here. And that’s perfect. All the other inmates have been down there so long, lifting weights. Why would they go back if they were free? The President has GOT to be hiding down there. I’ll get him alright. And then the inmates will well and truly be running the asylum. I keep running, motivated by my goal. And then I spot the guards.

I slow right down. They’re facing the other way, so they can’t see me. They appear to be looking at a machine gun. Someone must’ve broke it. I slowly sneak up to the first one. I take the knife out his pocket silently, then stab him in the back which is an instant kill for the Spy class. His friend sees me and turns around, grabbing his gun. I run and stab him in the stomach before he can fire, then put the knife through his eye just to make sure. I rip it out, then put it in my pocket. I then take the gun and put it in my other pocket. I got me some weapons.

 
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Alexis

And who do I see climbing out of the window? None other than our very own Lynx! A single inmate responsible for the death of at least thirty guards, and injuries to several hundred… Now that’s fun. I try to keep myself hidden as I creep down the hallway, keeping Lynx in sight.

After watching a quick little group-murder (The words ‘Cute’ and ‘Silly’ come to mind), I decide that toying with Lynx could be just the fun I’m looking for. I step out into the hallway, my whip still trailing behind me.

“Administrator! Administrator!” I say in a mocking tone.

“Now Lynx, it’s just this sort of anti-social behavior that got you locked up in the first place. I’d hate to have to report to the boss that you’ve had a relapse in your anger-management courses~”

 
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Keith
“Correct. Weapons Specialist. Couldn’t bring my frag rocket launcher here and my project.” I say

 
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Lynx
I stop in my tracks, it was the first time in a while somebody mocked me. When I first got here there was a guard that made it his job to torment me, as if imprisonment wasn’t enough. He made a fatal mistake though, he got too close to my cell, and he paid the price, his replacement wouldn’t go anywhere near me.

“Look lady if you wanted to di-” I stop when I notice something, I was talking to a man. I start chuckling to myself. I wasn`t in the mood for words, I let actions speak for themselves. I slowly draw my blood stained knife.

 
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Samantha

“Lisa, you come with me, Alandra and Keith should stick together… plus the inmate. I figured it’s better if there are more of us searching for Nathan.”
She nodded her head in agreement, and we headed off in the opposite direction.
“Okay, I’ve been thinking. He must be hiding where we least expect it. How about we go down to the lower levels and search for him there?”
“It’s a possibility; no one ever goes to such a filthy place,” she replied with a smile.
“You dirty girl…” We both bursted into laughter as we got to the stairs, overlooking the pile of corpses in the corner.

 
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Alexis

“Oh, come now. Don’t you at least want to hear me out before you make a run at me with that knife?”

I grin, lashing my whip at the ground in front of Lynx; charging it just in time to send a shower of sparks at him.

“What comes after you take over the prison, hrm? What then? Do you think the Earth government will set you free? Or do you people want them to rename the station ‘Australia One’ and let you use it for a city? What’s the plan, kitty? Or, wait… Maybe… You… Don’t… Know… Mmmyes, maybe that’s it. You’re just following orders for your new owner.”

 
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Lynx
I don’t flinch at the sparks, I’ve seen that weapon before, I’ve seen weaker people than me stand up after getting hit. Well he had a few things spot on; I had no idea what we were doing after this. Of course we weren’t getting pardons, we just butchered a whole prison and we’re about to capture the President’s son, not exactly good behaviour. But he was dead wrong on one thing.

“I. am. nobody’s. slave” I say, my voice emotionless. “You may not understand what why we’re doing this, you may think we should give up, return everything to peace. Why don’t you spend four years of your life in a dark fucking room? You’re one of the first people I’ve talked in half a decade. I don’t give half a fuck what happens to me, I’m making one last impression.” I say, voice slowly escalating with anger.

 
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Alexis

“Oh, calm down~ You think you’re the only one who’s been trapped in a small dark room? Hrrrrrrrrm? Now, I could give you an extended metaphor regarding the prison bars and the trappings of society… Or, we could have some fun.”

I hold the blowtorch up and wave it side to side.

“Now, do you know how to open a blast door with a blowtorch? If not, I’m still useful to you. Then we could make a deal, you see.”

 
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Laughing Mad
I make it to the gym, only to discover two security guards outside, looking around. I crouch and hide around a corner and listen to their conversation.
“Are you sure it’s safe down here?” One of them asks. He sounds young, perhaps quite new to the ‘prison guard’ thing. Definitely male.
“Yep.” Responds the other. His voice is much deeper, almost gravelly, and he sounds older. He seems to have been here longer. “Ain’t no way they comin’ down here.”
“So why aren’t we going inside?”
“If we retake this hellhole, what’s the boss gonna say if he finds out two of his security guards were slackin’?”
“I dunno, but it won’t be good.”
“Exactly. That’s why we’re pretendin’ we’re patrollin’. Guardin’. Whatever, just so long as it looks like we’re working. That way, we ain’t gettin’ fired if we do win, but we ain’t gettin’ killed if we don’t.”
“Good plan.” I take out my pistol and slowly turn the corner. I fire a couple of shots into the older-looking one, who seems to be in his late 30s. The other one reaches for his gun, but shake my head as I aim mine at him. It’s out of bullets, but he doesn’t know that. He’s scared. He appears to be in his early twenties, and is clearly not used to this. “Is he in here?” I ask, voice cold and threatening.
“Wh-who?” Replies the guard.
“You know who.”
“I-I dunno.”
I walk up to him, and he cowers against the door. “He better fucking be.” I open the door, and am greeted by the regular sight. A couple of weights here and there, a treadmill in one corner, some more equipment scattered over the room, but nothing particularly high-tech. They didn’t like spending money prisoners. However, nothing has been moved since I last came here yesterday. I can see it would be a waste of time searching behind all the equipment. “He’s not here.” I growl to the guard who fell in the room when I opened the door.
“Oh.” He responds, shaking all over. I know there’s nothing I can gain from him, so I approach him, then whack him on the head with my pistol. He falls down, and I take out the knife and stab him before he can get up. Where to now?

 
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Alandra “Spectre” Immedios
…well, I have literally no idea what just happened. Regardless, it seems that I am now travelling with Keith, wielding his rocket launcher which is likely to blow us all up if he shoots it at something close to us, and… an inmate. Yeah, fantastic situation.

 
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Vinyl
I decide to follow Kieth (I’m at the boardwalk so let’s just say I follow you guys until I get back home)

 
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Lynx
A deal? Possibly the first person here that didn’t immediately try to kill me, I might grow to like this little bastard. “I’ll hear you out, on one condition” I point my knife at him “Don’t call me ‘Kitty’ again.” I know full well that this will probably make him call me Kitty a lot more, but I had to make my hatred for the name clear.

 
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Samantha

We were walking through each hall, searching in every possible corner and room as we kept heading further down. Not a while longer we arrived at the gym, and the two dead guards on display instantly gave me a bad feeling.
“These were just killed,” I informed Lisa after inspecting the corpses more closely. “Whoever else is down here might also be looking for Nathaniel.”
“We better hurry then.”
“Agreed.” I took a mental note of their wounds and got up, keeping my weapon off safety just in case.

 
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Jack
I slam my hand down on the keyboard, glaring at the politely worded warning that essentially said,“Bad guys are loose. You might be a bad guy. We’re not giving you access to anything. Go to the Main Control Room if you really are an Administrator.”

Ironically, the bad guys were the ones who released the warning about bad guys.

They’d taken away my higher-level powers, but I could still do basic things, like talk to guards.

>communicationPA{"all;

I speak clearly into the microphone. “All guards listen up. You are to secure and hold the Main Control Room. If we don’t have defenses we’re sitting ducks.”

A crisp voice sounds back. “Yes, Administrator-tor-tor…” The voice stutters, then trails off with a gurgle, and a different voice sounds over the line. An inmate. “Nice try.” A strong Southern drawl crawls through the speakers, and then the letters on the screen:

“PA cannot receive or transmit. Please try again later.”

Then the doors falter and crash, and a whip-thin man walks in. His fingernails are exceedingly long and meticulously sharpened to claws, which he waves in front of my face. His voice is brusque and clipped. “Come along, Administrator.”

I trigger the hover-chair, which floats backwards, but he lunges and grabs the chair and drags it along. A tight fist squeezes my heart. I try climbing out of the chair, but he turns around and nicks my cheek, and I stop trying to escape.

Though his voice is short, he’s actually fairly talkative as he pulls me along the facility. “See, now, I was gonna take you to the man on the screen, y’know, the pyscho what ordered every last man to hunt down the president’s kid. But turns out he already has one of those fancy-schmancy screens of yours, so I’m taking you to Lynx. Do you know who he is? He’s this big-time killer, did a number on a gazillion people and they slammed him in here.”

“I want to get in good with him, you know? He’s got influence. And he don’t have no screen, so I figure he’s going to ‘preciate it reeeaaal nice if I git him a live one, ’specially the bastard’s what been screwing around with the guns. Making them point at him and bang-bang-bang and what not.”

The inmate laughs, like the bark of a dog, and then we turn the corner and Lynx is there, in the flesh. A doctor stands with him, standard-issue lightning whip in hand. They’re talking, and I wonder why Lynx hasn’t killed him yet.

[Nice to see you, reaper, C_C.]

 
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Laughing Mad
I find myself running down another corridor, completely unsure of where I was going. WAIT, I KNOW! Solitary confinement. There’s no way anyone would be down here, inmates or prison guards, which is why Nate would hide himself down here. It’s perfect! Although is he is hiding, he’s likely to be surrounded by armed guards. Luckily I stole some ammo for this gun from the two back at the gym. I skid to a halt as I hear voices around the corner. “Look, are you sure Nate’s in here?” One says.
“I have no idea. But it’s not a bad idea to try looking.” The other responds. I immediately come out the corner and fire shots at them both, hitting the first in the lung and the heart, killing him, and hitting the other in the face, also ending his life. I keep running down the corridor. There’s less machine guns or guards around here, because there’s no escape from solitary confinement.

 
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Lynx
I turn behind me and two very thin men, and I mean very thin. But, at least the Inmate looked like he could stand, the other looked devoid of any muscle and fat, I’ve never seen the term ‘bag of bones’ seem so literal. Before I could question why this man was pulling around a chair, or why the other was not fighting back. I frown, “He looks too fragile, not great for a good time at all” I say, the other Inmate replies with a smile. “Nope, but he’s good for some revenge, this is he guy that was in control of this ward.”
“Really now? So Machine guns, locked doors and guards? That was you?” I say while walking towards him, I towered over him, even if her was standing. “So, what is it that you exactly have against me?”