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Re: Fear4 Months Ago “I
won’t lie to ya, this is the most afraid I’ve ever been before a
match,” says Walter, really looking it. The expression on his
face is enough to unnerve Blódhundr,
as well. The air inside the Dropship is incredibly tense, even in the
isolated squad compartment, as if everyone knew somehow that a bold
risk was about to be taken. Blódhundr,
being more attuned to these things, cannot help but comment.
“Do you think that anyone knows about what we are attempting?”
“Nah, not a chance! If anyone did know,
they would’a reported us to the sponsors, and they’d
probably send some goons to arrest us before we
even boarded the Dropship.” Walter says, in an attempt to convince
both Blódhundr and
himself.
Another
voice, a fairly young-sounding one comes from another compartment of
the Dropship. “Help!
We need help! Something’s wrong with the M.R.V.N.s! They’re
trying to kill us!”
(Mobile
Robotic Versatile eNtity. The same
type as Pathfinder, except
these M.R.V.N.s are supposed to be serving as the Dropship guards,
and, according to the officials at Hammond Robotics, are here mainly
to prevent the legends from trying
to kill each-other on the Dropship. Something has obviously gone
very wrong.) Blódhundr
and Walter waste
no time in responding. Walter slams the inner door release-lever
with his metal arm, which opens the door quite
nicely, but completely destroys the lever and its mechanism. They
both take off at a run down the
long industrial steel corridor,
as Blódhundr
scans the upcoming area using the controls on their left arm, and
does indeed reveal other legends desperately trying to escape the
rogue M.R.V.N.s, now just a few
more paces, past one more door.
They
break through the door, and witness a disgusting scene: The
room in almost entirely dark. The only reason that they see is the
slightest rays of gray light filtering in through the row of windows.
At least 5 legends have been brutally murdered. None of them
recognizable. There isn’t a corner of the wall that hasn’t been
spattered with blood. A
rogue M.R.V.N.
reaches out from an empty squad
room, and seizes Walter
by the throat, doing it’s best to crush his spine. The
M.R.V.N. looks very unusual; like it was dragged through the lava
pits, and partially melted. It seems to have great difficulty moving
about, and the fact that it was able to move its hand and arm is very
surprising — or
disturbing, it’s up to you.
Blódhundr
leaps toward the M.R.V.N. and
kicks
its metal leg with both of theirs,
and its misshapen
left leg shatters immediately. It
falls to the ground, but doesn’t release its grip from Walter’s
neck, so he falls to the ground
with it. The M.R.V.N. ‘bites’
Blódhundr’s
leg with
the
crudely reforged, icicle-shapes on
its face, pinning Blódhundr
to the ground as they roar in
pain. Walter
manages to draw the bowie knife
from his left
boot, and lodges
it in the socket between the
shoulder-plate and the torso. It
still has not released its grip, and won’t need much longer to
paralyze him, but after a few more
successful stabs, plus Blódhundr’s
throw
with their raider axe, the arm was
finally severed.
Walter
takes a second to regain his breath, then runs to help Blódhundr.
The
M.R.V.N. is still driving its spikes into Blódhundr’s
leg, who draws another blade from their side, and hacks a good deal
of material off of the M.R.V.N.’s neck joints, and Walter drives
his knife into the M.R.V.N.’s back, and it finally stops thrashing
around. Blódhundr
pulls
the
M.R.V.N.’s spikes out of their leg, and
patches it up with cloth
bandages.
When Walter can
speak, he suggests they keep
looking for whoever called for help, if anyone is even still alive.
“No.
These were sent to kill us — I
am sure of it. We
should leave now.” Blódhundr
says, quite
clearly. Walter looks shocked
that they would so quickly leave their old friends. He
can’t help but look out towards the corridor, wondering if anyone
died because they haven’t left already. “…
You’re right, Hounds. I care for
you more than anyone…” He
looks at Blódhundr,
not seeming to notice the sense
of urgency. He snaps out of it before long.
“Alright,
let’s get outta here!”
Blódhundr
and Walter move to the outer
hatch, test the aerial boosters on their back, hold tightly to the
bars surrounding the hatch, then they pull their respective levers,
jettisoning themselves from the Dropship. There
is a moment of bliss while they seem to be suspended in mid-air,
then a surge of adrenaline as they
begin their rapid descent towards the ground. They arrange
themselves like a predatory bird, performing a nose dive at dangerous
speed.
Their hearts race uncontrollably, the
air rushing past their ears, then,
finally close to the ground, they fire their aerial boosters, which
slow their descent to a safe speed, allowing them to land on their
feet.
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