Re: Facility, Codename: Last Resort
Bridge
There is an unearthly howl, echoing through the vents.. and then silence. Absolute silence. Like a graveyard. The expected creatures... fail to appear.
Elevator Shafts
The pistol shots prove effective,dislodging one, two, three Creepers.. but then a sniper shot whizzes past Lillius's head. At the bottom of the shaft, several Fallen are providing cover fire for their compatriots. There is an ominous clunking sound in the walls..
Maintenance Area
The squad that Ava attacked, was quickly decimated. However, the Unit would soon find herself forced back into cover by a rain of gunfire, far faster than any assault rifle could produce - and more sustained. A quick peek reveals a hulking shadow, easily eight feet tall, lit by the backflash of the minigun it holds.
The Behemoths. The Fallen's heavy infantry. Skin tougher than rock.. full-body suits of armour, they looked almost like grotesquely imagined knights of shining lore. Except these creatures carried grenade launchers, machine guns, or simply axes, as tall as a man. Two more lumber from the darkness to join their compatriot - and the first grenade smashes into an ammo case, knocking it towards Ava's position..
The final Behemoth roars out loud,a sound that echoes in the guts, and stomps its way forward with surprising speed, axe swinging.
Blast Doors
Casually, 366 tosses a blade, without even really looking, catching the lone, brave Fallen in the eye. He topples backwards without further protest.
Crew Quarters
(Please note, I won't take over this creature, just set you up for it. What happens next is yours, or Burrito's.)
The crew quarters were eerie to begin with. Rows and rows of empty bunks.. tables with the chairs tucked neatly under. An abandoned dice game - all shot through by the crimson of emergency lighting. The dead Fallen only added to the macabre atmosphere.. this was not a good place to be.
Without warning, the emergency lights snap off, leaving the barracks in complete, and absolute darkness. A footstep, half-imagined, one step up from pure fantasy. The sound of breathing.. Then a voice, a hiss, low, and malevolent.
"Gotten lost.. have we... little bug?"
((Documentary Info : Stalker. The only form of Fallen ever known to communicate in the language of humans - this creature has mastered the art of holo-disguise. Often, they are used as spies, infiltrators. No one is entirely sure what they look like in their true form - but it is known they are hated and reviled by other Fallen for their.. sadistic and sexual tendencies. A sketch found in a Fallen death camp -may- depict one - A pitch-black, almost canine face, coupled with a sneering mouth, with teeth filed to a point.))