Tandem IV
07-05-2006, 05:35 PM
Beleares: 1350 Hours: December 1st
The Angel, it glinted in the already-fading sun. This winter is harsh, devastating, I was barely alive, barely surviving in this cruel, brutal place. Was this my fate, kill other families to save my own? How selfish I am, it doesn't seem right to move towards, ripping other families to shreds, leaving blood in my wake. The dim lighting of my cockpit was beginning to change as the sun set, due to the cold region's merciless nights of dark shadows. Click. Click. Click. Clap. My Hound's quadruped legs were shifting me up and down, and as the sun darkened, the Angel's appearance changed from godlike, to demonic. Like a slow, hulking shadow moving cross the vast expanse of darkness. We had reached the first wall, and the Angel stopped.
Beleares :1400 Hours: December 1st
A blonde man climbed out down to the gate, and leaned against the Angel. An orange hue lit up his face as he burned a cigarette, and smoke rose from the small wrappings of the tobacco. He looked at Evangelist, my Hound, with cold, ice blue eyes and left only silence. The sun had crept down past the barrier. And all I could see now was the orange glow of the burning cigarrete, he took another huff and I could see the pure evil within his eyes. He dropped the cigarette on the snow and I saw nothing. Click. Click. Click. Boots upon metal...
The Angel lit up with an aura of great power, the headlights brought a white glow upon the gate to Beleares. It was a standoff of the giants. The Blonde Man radioed in "Evangelist, you know what to do, Open Heaven's Gate" that was the signal, the code, the word. I had to sneak past the gate and open it up from the inside.
I pushed myself out of the cramped compartment that was my cockpit, and climbed down the ladder. I holstered my old SMG and corked it with a suppressor, and stealthily wove in from under my black-and-red quadruped hound. I pulled out a russian combat knife back from the Tarakian independence, and crept up upon the metal door. "Damn this seems stupid and inane, why did I even do this?" there was a metal lock chained to the door's handle. ":):):):)" I called in Mikhail "Get this lock open" a gruff man wearing a fur hat climbed out of the other Hound with bolt cutters. "This doesn't seem smart at all, Mikhail" he did not respond with voice, only with action, he cut the lock's chains using raw force. "Damn, I'm freezing my genitals off out here, how much longer?" I was expecting an answer from the blonde man. Nothing.
The lock broke off and there was a loud clanging, and the gate's tower lit up. Surely all of that clamor from our hounds would have woken up the guards but this? Of all the things we should have done, this wasn't one of them. The blonde man was losing his deathly grip on fate...
I shifted towards the innards of the giant's gate and drew my MP5, setting the safety to off, and the firing set to full automatic. My breath hastened as a fearful child's would, for I was about to rip someone's life away from the unfortunate body. I heard clanging from the steps and hid underneath the stairs, my knife sheathed. "C'mon, Borscht, c'mon" I heard a dog sniffing up above me, and it growled "whoa," the guard stopped moving, and my breathing reduced to a minimum. A flashlight had lit up the grates above me.
Mikhail ran through the door with the bolt cutters in hand and vengefully brought them down upon the panicking guard. A muffled scream was let out and blood dripped down between the grates. That was the last thing that the poor guard ever saw.
I came out from underneath the staircase and made my way up, silent as possible, and took a small pamphlet. It read HEAVEN'S GATE, and contained all my notes on how to deactivate a locked system. The thing was ragged and torn through countless uses, but I kept it with me at all times, it was my bible. The metal grating clicked under my steel-toed boots and I dragged myself up the five levels, to the top of the guard tower.
There I found a disheveled room cluttered with books, books of science-fiction, mystery, and murder. I shifted the books and found a control lock, then I pulled out a small screwdriver and drove it underneath the panel. I set to work. "Evangelist, finish it now" I had just realized that the blonde man was behind me, but when I turned around, he was gone.
I believe I'm losing my mind...
Beleares: 1600 Hours: December 1st
That was the last of the giant's gate that I ever saw.
The Angel moved on past the gate, along with its demons, strangely, there were no enemies whatsoever, the night was like a blanket covering the frozen highway of Beleares. All that could be heard were the monstrosities, trudging down the highway at a grueling pace. The moon lost itself amongst the darkened clouds, and the night was black as death.
I saw a blip on the radar, and it was closing in quite fast. I swiveled my hound in the direction of the blip. Nothing but snow. Out of nowhere a bright flash whizzed past my cockpit. "We've got snipers!"
The Angel, it glinted in the already-fading sun. This winter is harsh, devastating, I was barely alive, barely surviving in this cruel, brutal place. Was this my fate, kill other families to save my own? How selfish I am, it doesn't seem right to move towards, ripping other families to shreds, leaving blood in my wake. The dim lighting of my cockpit was beginning to change as the sun set, due to the cold region's merciless nights of dark shadows. Click. Click. Click. Clap. My Hound's quadruped legs were shifting me up and down, and as the sun darkened, the Angel's appearance changed from godlike, to demonic. Like a slow, hulking shadow moving cross the vast expanse of darkness. We had reached the first wall, and the Angel stopped.
Beleares :1400 Hours: December 1st
A blonde man climbed out down to the gate, and leaned against the Angel. An orange hue lit up his face as he burned a cigarette, and smoke rose from the small wrappings of the tobacco. He looked at Evangelist, my Hound, with cold, ice blue eyes and left only silence. The sun had crept down past the barrier. And all I could see now was the orange glow of the burning cigarrete, he took another huff and I could see the pure evil within his eyes. He dropped the cigarette on the snow and I saw nothing. Click. Click. Click. Boots upon metal...
The Angel lit up with an aura of great power, the headlights brought a white glow upon the gate to Beleares. It was a standoff of the giants. The Blonde Man radioed in "Evangelist, you know what to do, Open Heaven's Gate" that was the signal, the code, the word. I had to sneak past the gate and open it up from the inside.
I pushed myself out of the cramped compartment that was my cockpit, and climbed down the ladder. I holstered my old SMG and corked it with a suppressor, and stealthily wove in from under my black-and-red quadruped hound. I pulled out a russian combat knife back from the Tarakian independence, and crept up upon the metal door. "Damn this seems stupid and inane, why did I even do this?" there was a metal lock chained to the door's handle. ":):):):)" I called in Mikhail "Get this lock open" a gruff man wearing a fur hat climbed out of the other Hound with bolt cutters. "This doesn't seem smart at all, Mikhail" he did not respond with voice, only with action, he cut the lock's chains using raw force. "Damn, I'm freezing my genitals off out here, how much longer?" I was expecting an answer from the blonde man. Nothing.
The lock broke off and there was a loud clanging, and the gate's tower lit up. Surely all of that clamor from our hounds would have woken up the guards but this? Of all the things we should have done, this wasn't one of them. The blonde man was losing his deathly grip on fate...
I shifted towards the innards of the giant's gate and drew my MP5, setting the safety to off, and the firing set to full automatic. My breath hastened as a fearful child's would, for I was about to rip someone's life away from the unfortunate body. I heard clanging from the steps and hid underneath the stairs, my knife sheathed. "C'mon, Borscht, c'mon" I heard a dog sniffing up above me, and it growled "whoa," the guard stopped moving, and my breathing reduced to a minimum. A flashlight had lit up the grates above me.
Mikhail ran through the door with the bolt cutters in hand and vengefully brought them down upon the panicking guard. A muffled scream was let out and blood dripped down between the grates. That was the last thing that the poor guard ever saw.
I came out from underneath the staircase and made my way up, silent as possible, and took a small pamphlet. It read HEAVEN'S GATE, and contained all my notes on how to deactivate a locked system. The thing was ragged and torn through countless uses, but I kept it with me at all times, it was my bible. The metal grating clicked under my steel-toed boots and I dragged myself up the five levels, to the top of the guard tower.
There I found a disheveled room cluttered with books, books of science-fiction, mystery, and murder. I shifted the books and found a control lock, then I pulled out a small screwdriver and drove it underneath the panel. I set to work. "Evangelist, finish it now" I had just realized that the blonde man was behind me, but when I turned around, he was gone.
I believe I'm losing my mind...
Beleares: 1600 Hours: December 1st
That was the last of the giant's gate that I ever saw.
The Angel moved on past the gate, along with its demons, strangely, there were no enemies whatsoever, the night was like a blanket covering the frozen highway of Beleares. All that could be heard were the monstrosities, trudging down the highway at a grueling pace. The moon lost itself amongst the darkened clouds, and the night was black as death.
I saw a blip on the radar, and it was closing in quite fast. I swiveled my hound in the direction of the blip. Nothing but snow. Out of nowhere a bright flash whizzed past my cockpit. "We've got snipers!"