[Occam's Razor] [Occam's Razor] Occam's Razor: The Colorado Incident

Nadia took the comm and placed it in her ear. "Sounds easy enough," she said as she stared at the room, "I can handle that." She wasn't necessarily excited about the job, but it was definitely an important one, and one she planned to do diligently. From the moment she woke up it seemed that the world had gone to hell, and she didn't like the fact that there were so few, in her eyes, able-bodied men and women here to bare arms against the kind of threat that Malcom had described. She wasn't sure if she was ready to face an enemy like that, but she was gonna damn sure fight her hardest and do her very best. She was here for a reason and she wasn't about to become an anchor or become useless. "You can count on me."
 
Malcom nodded at her then handed over the tablet, He sighed, saying, "It's missing data, Guess the system started to corrupt files, would be the one we need, but it gives the overview..." As she ready it he would continue cleaning his firearms. He pulled all of the spare ammunition out of the various sectioning on his body armor and equipment. He sat down on the crate he'd used before and said, "I need to rearm and then head for CC, but we need to secure the path from here to there as well. Before you go about your duties here, I'd like your help with that. Oh and Staff Sergent... Call me Malcom. I'm not much of one for formalities." He didn't reload any of his guns just yet, He wanted all of the ammunition to be accounted for, So he was emptying clips rather then filling them. Malcom dug around for a bin or a box to put the bullets in. He was rewarded with an empty bullet box, which he started putting the bullets into as he went. When the pistols were all finished, He refilled two of the clips, those that had belonged to his CO's pistols, and returned them, and the guns, the long barreled pistols, to their case. Malcom slid the case back away and then took the remaining bullets and sighed, counting them out. He filled three 16 bullet clips, another halfway, and the last was left empty. He reloaded his pistols and then divided the bullets evenly between the remaining clips, placing them back in his armor, he took a moment to slip the guns into the holsters built into the body armor he still wore.


After a moment, he turned his attention to the Rail Gun. Looking it over it seemed pretty simple to him. He began tapping it apart, unscrewing the primary set screw, he pulled the power supply from it, but recoiled in shock, "What the fuck!" He shouted, as the power supply itself was marked with a Radioactive symbol, he frowned and slid it back into place, realizing then why the gun was so heavy, "Whole goddamn thing is made of lead, but since when do we have radioactive batteries in our firearms..." The gun was experimental but he hadn't expected that.


CLASSIFIED SENSITIVE INFORMATION


The Long Walk Scenario


Conditions of the Long Walk Scenario include:




  1. Full system failure of the installation.


  2. Failure of the Cryogenics program.


  3. Breach of Containment


  4. Extended Period of Cryogenics







Resulting Consequences of met Conditions will result in the initiation of The Long Walk Scenario




  1. The highest Ranking Military Officer soonest awake will assume command of designated Cryogenics Facility as it's Commander in Chief.


  2. All Civilian Rights are hereby subject to suspension at the judgment of the designated Commander in Chief.


  3. The Commander in Chief is granted the right to initiate Clean Slate Protocols on any and all civilians or criminals within their respective Cryogenics Facilities.


  4. The Commander in Chief is given the right to initiate a draft as is needed by the circumstances and severity of a situation.


  5. All Civilian Scientists formerly in command of the Facility are now at the direct order of Military Personnel until such a time as the Commander in Chief sees fit to give them further command.


  6. The Commander in Chief may promote individuals accordingly provided they are within military jurisdiction.


  7. All Branches of the former military are to be ignored, personnel from each subjective classification are hereby directly placed in the Cryogenics Security Corp until such a time as a government is reestablished and the outside environment is deemed safe.


  8. Civilians are to be trained in the use of firearms at the discretion of the Commander in Chief if it is needed to maintain and defend the facility.







Clean Slate Protocols


In the event of The Long Walk Scenario coming to pass, the Clean Slate Protocol can be preformed.


The Clean Slate involves the wiping of a persons record, be they military or criminal, their former actions against the state and it's people are hereby removed from record allowing a draft of said persons. They are considered a civilian at that moment. The Clean Slate Protocol is Irrevocable and Irreversible. It may only be preformed by the Commander In Chief with a tribunal of his standing officers. In the event that no officers are available, the Commander in Chief will be able to activate the Clean Slate Protocol as he sees fit.


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Further Data Corrupted, Refer to Written Copies.


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Nidelia had watched everything between Malcom and Jace on the camera, her eyes filled with worry, but she was relieved when Malcom had picked up his rail gun.


Then he opened the hall. She was on her feet in two seconds flat. So many days in an ER you know how to respond quickly. She smiled at the captain as she ran past him as fast as she could. That girl wasn't going to last Mich longer.


She realized just how pissed she was at Malcom for making them wait for his speech with Jace. She let out a snarl and continued on her way. Once she was there she grabbed Trixie and was helping Rys get her to medbay.


Meanwhile Rys had been scowling through the entire conversation between Malcom and Jace. How was that sh** more important than her sister?! On she was pissed and she would make Malcom very much aware of that fact when the time came.


She saw as Nidelia came running down the stairs really fast and grabbed a hold of her sister helping her escort her. Oh thank god, finally she was here.
 
She read over the information and caught herself up to speed. "Of course the information that we need would be corrupted...God forbid, the information we need is there and everything else is corrupted." she said after he told her that. She watched as he began to disassemble his weapons and was collecting and dispensing ammo. "Well if you need my help, I guess I should do a maintenance check of my own," she found a crate and pulled it on the opposite side of Malcom. "So, Malcom," she said his name sarcastically, "Do you always carry so many weapons?" she sucked at making small-talk, as she was brought up Army and only knew Army. She took her pistol from it's holster on her side, a custom piece that her father had made for her with the latin words Sua Sponte, meaning 'Of their own accord' on the side of her firearm. She placed it on the table and began taking it apart with speed and dexterity, and once completely disassembled she smiled a little bit.


She felt dumb about her question, especially under the circumstance, and it probably looked more ridiculous that she was only toting a pistol and two blades. She was grateful that he wanted her to tag along to help him out, but then again all other capable hands were busy so the request lost its shine a little. Regardless, it was a job, and it was going to get done.
 
Malcom laughed slightly, and shook his head, "No, Generally I don't. Last few years though..." He smiled lightly and sighed, "I've been carrying more weapons and ammunition then anyone I know ever would... And I think that was the first time I ever got through a fight without exhausting my ammunition..." He would wait until she gave the remote back, taking it would feel a bit too impersonal, "Long Walk though... Means I go from Lieutenant Colonel to Commander In Chief... I guess she was right..." He ran his hand through his hair, and with a sigh, he stood up, retrieving a whetstone and his two knives, some cleaning fluid, a rag, and a scrubbing pad. He went to work cleaning and polishing them, muttering, "At least... There's always the calm before the storm..." He said without really realizing how bad things would get before they got better.
 
She placed the remote on his side and began inspecting the inside of her weapon, making sure all was well. She had a full clip, but from the description of the enemy, she was sure that she would be running out if they ran into more than one of those things, perhaps even just one. "So, are you sure you want me to call you Malcom, because Mr. President," she said it in a mockingly seductive voice, "has a nice ring to it too, ya know." she chuckled a bit after saying that. After she checked her weapon's parts she reassembled her gun and placed it back in her holster, and she turned and watched Malcom begin to clean and polish his blades. She caught what he had said, "This storm seems like it'll be one for the record books, if there's anyone here to write it down, that is. When you're done with that, can I get it?" she asked as she contemplated what waited for them when they went on their stroll to clear the path.
 
Flint's eyes open randomly, as the glass dome over him raises up in a hiss. He slowly exits out of the tube, then after a moment, finds he lacks balance and falls to the ground, which sadly further upsets his stomach. After a few painful moments of vomiting, followed by another few moments regaining his balance, he begins examining his area.


Flint looks around to see a dusty hallway full of broken pods and corpses. He then heads to his chest, and after a moment of struggling with his lock, he collects his clothes and a small pistol with 3 full clips of ammo.


He calls out in a raspy voice, "Is there anybody out there?"
 
Jace would seem to sleep like a baby. Or rather, sleeping like a muscle-bound, twitching, baby. His fingers and toes jerked as he finally managed to roll himself over and pull his feet up from their position over the side of the bed. his hand reaching over and grasping ahold of the thick pillow on the other side, pulling it up absentmindedly and hugged it to himself. His dreams would be filled with his childhood, criminal record, and subsequent 'release' which would be shortly cataloged in his personal records without too much detail. Each flashing series of events played themselves out as they always did in his dreams. The same terrible sights that had originally started him on the path he had taken, and had pushed him to do the things he did.

::Dream-State::

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The first vision would be a woman with dirty-blond hair lay with her eyes half-open on a dusty plaid couch. The surrounding walls all ick with mold and beer-stains. From the dreamer's view, little hands (presumably Jace's when he was a child), reached up for said woman muttering "Mom?" only to get no response. Dark track marks dotted the woman's arm in front of him. His view racing back up to her eyes, which had yet to blink. Unmoving, and lifeless. The little hands grasped ahold of the arm, shaking the pale skinned limb as he watched her head just rock left and right from his gentle touch. "Wake up..."


The dream then flashes to another view of the dreamer overlooking the steering wheel of a compact car of some sort. His vision pulls to the left, looking at the playground of a school behind a brick wall. A little kid smiles while speaking to a man with a black wool 'beany'-hat. The little kid around the age of nine receives a plastic bag of some sort and a glass-object that's skewed by the child's grasp on it. Time seemed to skip in this scene as the child seemed to come back to the same overly-skinny man in the black beany and shakily handed him a twenty dollar bill and is rewarded with another small plastic bag. Except this time, the child's eyes are dark, hands shaking, and seems to cling to the bag as if it were something precious inside.


Time skips again as the same man in the beany lies before the dreamer's bloodied hands. A knife soaked in red, dripping over the victim's body. Large, horrendous, gashes carved into the man's body. The beany now a dark crimson from its previous black coloration, dyed from the events that took place prior. And then panic as he saw a few rough looking men walking up to the house's front door, Jace assumingly on the inside standing amidst the scene. In said panic, the dreamer's vision swirled around the room, finding a closet to hide in with slots on the crusty pull-doors. Their voices rang out with glee over the dead man, muttering praise for whoever did it and the option to do more 'good deeds' like this one and the number to contact them should the guy still be in the room. He knew they were aware of where he was. And he had been spared. His measly knife no-where a threat to the two of them and the guns they openly carried with them.


The scenery changed again, flooding the dreamer's sights with nothing short of flashes of lifting weights, stalking people, and stabbing over... and over... and over again. These of course only interrupted by the flashes of other schools, other despicable people 'hunting' over unsuspecting kids, and then their subsequent deaths at his hands. Eventually these flashes even went to him standing in the midst of rooms filled full of people. Apparently Jace had gunned them down mid-laughter. Some of them even had their sick and twisted smiles still on their face. The dreamer's view turned, stopping only to look at a mirror to display the same look plastered on Jace's features.


And then the dream shifted one final time to him being lead into his cell, flashing back only to the hearing he had to sit through, listening to the hundreds of cases of death and all of the 'outraged' family members of the ones he killed. In addition to this, he also seemed to recall all of the 'secret' meetings he had with the school-board's president and each city council's board as he shook hands and looked into their false smiles, handing them the checks they so 'deserved'. On the back of each was a note of transaction that the money only go towards equipment for furthering the schools and building onto each of them via private construction agencies. And then his vision turned erratic and fuzzy. Each blurred and sped up flash of memory cycled through all of the times he had been shanked, slashed, beat on, and ganged up on in the prison system.


And so the dream cycle continued, playing back each scene over and over again.

::End of Dream-State::

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Jace's face twisted into different contortioned states as he had these dreams. Each of these scenes causing the pain of each encounter to hit him as if they were real knives, real fists, real bottles, hammers, screw drivers, boots and whatever else he had been 'treated' to. Each one seeming to take the wind out of him as his lungs heaved and his form twitched. Sleep was never comforting. And it seemed even when he needed it to be most, it's unmerciful grasp held strong. And so he lay, silent, in constant violence, and in pain.
 
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Malcom was about to reply to her comment, a blush on his face, when his remote went off, he sighed and noticed it was more military, higher ranking then the other two, He raised a brow, "Well this is about to get interesting." He stood up, and sheathed his blades, saying, "Come on, Lets go say hello to our new LTC." He was out the door in a moment, halfway praising the powers that be that he had directly avoided another flirt from another one of the women in the facility. It wasnt that he wasnt honored, but he had so much going on at that moment, he could hardly begin to think of how he would juggle a woman with all the responsibilities that were being thrown at him. He made his way out of the armory, and back to the lift. He would wait until Nadia had joined him before pulling the gate shut, hitting the lifts controls, and letting them rise back up through the base.
 
"Right behind you." Nadia quickly rose to her feet, sheathing her blades, and followed behind Malcom. "Another military body, God knows we could use it." she exclaimed, glad it wasn't another civ. She hustled to catch up to Malcom and kept a steady pace about 2 feet behind him. He seemed pretty capable, she wished she had seen him when he took down the monster earlier so she could've gauged his fighting prowess, but then from the description of the fight and the fact that he's not cut up or worse said enough. Things may be slowly tipping toward oblivion, but she wasn't too afraid of the oncoming threat. She worried about the civilians though, she wasn't sure that they'd be able to properly prepare them, although she figured they just needed to learn to aim and fire. She just hoped they didn't end up as cannon fodder or dying a pointless death, she silently vowed to do everything she could to preserve the life of everyone that she could or go down trying. Fighting was in her nature, and now that she thought about that, she realized that she hadn't stretched or anything...that would have to wait for another time, seeing as there was important work to be done.
 
Malcom pulled the lift door open, and glanced at the dead beast, he took a step towards it and stared at it for a long, hard moment, before giving it a kick, he muttered, "And Stay Dead..." He turned from the thing with a sigh, then made his way down the hallway towards the Military wing, He nodded at Nadia's comment and said, "Yeah, but lets hustle there, dont want some unidentifieds getting to him like they did with the captain." He put on a pace she would be able to keep up with easily from her training, He was in the military wing within the next minute, approaching Flint a few moments later, Flint would have heard him coming so he slowed down as he turned the corner into the wing, he approached slowly, his hands away from his sides, in this wing, he could only guess how well armed each individual was as he approached them, "Hello down there, My name is Malcom Devontess, I'm the acting Commander in Chief here, I see you made it out of Cryo in one piece, can I ask you your name and rank Soldier?" He could tell the man was older then him, and had a stern face, like his old drill instructor. He almost felt sick using the new title though, it just felt wrong for him to use a title he'd been appointed into by default. Malcom inwardly sighed, he would earn the command, One way or another, If he couldn't, He would die trying.
 
Flint wanders around the room, searching for loose lockers, and in the process finds a knife and a half empty clip in a broken gun. He then hears approaching footsteps and points his working gun torwards the door the sound appears to be coming from. He then puts it away when two people round the corner and introduced himself, "Flint Garrison, Lieutenant Colonel, what the hell happened here, if I may ask?" He responds calmly.
 
Captain Alexander Woods kept his weapon trained on the hallway. In all likelihood it was safe, but he was taking no chances as the doors sealed themselves. He finally lowered his guard as he released his Beretta's magazine, expulsed the bullet in the chamber, caught it with his teeth before replacing it and the magazine to it's rightful place in the handgun, all in one relatively fluid motion.


'Safe at last,' he thought, holstering his weapon with a sigh. 'But for how long?'


He wandered over to the main console, ignoring the other four surrounding it, as this one was already primed and ready... They could all be powered up using the hand-crank generators they all possessed, but it was a time consuming task that was moot and would only serve to waste his energy, which was far from boundless. Already he was beginning to feel the strain of combat and the physical exertions he'd gone through, slight as they were. From what he could deduce, the Lt.Col had been up only a few hours before he'd come to. Woods could only imagine how he must feel, the man must be running on adrenaline and fumes.


He shook his head in amazement, taking a seat at the terminal. He wasn't fully aware of the situation yet, as circumstances had not allowed for an official briefing to take place...


So he decided to glean what he could from the mainframe, starting with today's date...
 
Malcom sighed, "That... Is a long story Luitenant Colonel. I think it would be best if we discussed that elsewhere, Our current location isn't secure." He nodded to the man, Malcom motioned behind him, "We'll head to the Central Command and discuss this further, so we have all of our military personell present." He motioned Nadia to take point, "Same directions I gave to Captain woods, Go up, take a right, straight across to the stairs, then up a floor, down the hall, through the lab, left at the hall then down the hall to the central command." He was whispering now, he'd been hearing an odd shuffling since they left the armory, and he was getting more and more uncomfortable.
 
Flint, who also hears the light shuffling, fully understands the idea that this isn't a safe location, and silently signals acknowledgement, before beggining to follow the path back to the command center.
 
Nadia nodded to Malcom, "Roger that" she spoke in a volume a little lower than usual, almost matching his whisper. "Well gang, let's move out." she turned and headed out the room. 'Go up, take a right, straight across to the stairs, then up a floor, down the hall, through the lab, left at the hall then down the hall to the central command' she burned the directions into her head. Didn't need any slip ups in an insecure location, and she hoped that things would stay as quiet as they were. The thought of the dead beast churned her stomach a little, and not so much because it frightened her but because she was unable to fathom what it was like when it was alive.
 
Trixie notices Nidelia coming her way, heaves out a sigh of relief. Upon seeing additional help she begins giggling a lot. "Look at all the pretty colors." She giggles some more reaching a hand out to catch one of the floating color specks.


She frowns as she notices her hands are still shaking uncontrollably and she visibly see the sweat on her skin. Giggles some more while saying "oh ****. I'm pretty bad huh?" She looks over at Rys then back over to Nidelia.


She feels herself being propelled forward by the two women at her sides. She giggles some more saying "feels like I'm high" giggles some more. She starts hyperventilating once more on the verge a really huge panic attack.
 
Nidelia frowns. "Malcom," she calls into the comms. "I need help getting this girl to medbay, I need someone to carry her so I can get things prepared," she says urgently. She didn't like this.


Rys frowned watching her sister. This wasn't good. She wasn't going to lose her right after getting her back was she?! She didn't think she could handle that. Her eyes filled with tears she refused to let flow as she continued helping her sister
 
She notices Rys's watery eyes. Her own eyes getting watery as well. She starts to panic really bad shouting "don't let me die, I just found my sister!!" A shot of adrenaline courses through making her limbs even more unstable.


She starts trying to flail about, but gets more frustrated as her arms and legs will not cooperate with her cranial commands.


Then more tears just flat out overflowing her eyes. Sobs and wails "WHY WON'T MY ARMS WORK?!!" She shakes her head sobbing hysterically.
 
((OOC Okay... Uh... Amino Vitamin sickness Would NOT cause all of this, Could you guys try to be serious, Please? I'm not trying to... put an end to the fun/creativity, But this is... not how that works. Amino Nutrients would at worst cause a stomach ulcer, severe vomiting, constipation, severe sweating, head ache and dizziness, Ect. Not loss of motor function and hallucinations. If she's reacting to them THIS badly, I expect her to have the lowest pain threshold of anyone out of the group. Just saying. Fix this.)) 
Malcom led them to the control room, he heard the call over his radio, and said, "Ask Jace. We have another person waking up." He knew she wouldn't, but he had to focus on mission priority, carrying a woman who was feigning an illness was the least of his worries. He switched his comm off and rubbed his eyes as he led them to the door, he pulled up his remote, and stepped in, the mangled talon still laying where he'd left it. He gave the thing a kick, sending it flying over to the far wall from the door. He ushered them in before closing the door behind them, "Lieutenant Colonel, Meet captain Alexander Woods. Woods, We just picked up Lieutenant Colonel Flint Garrison here on the way up. I think since there are four of us now, we ought to start laying down a new command structure." He looked the Flint, and said, "I'm sorry, I failed to mention it to you... We've entered the Long Walk Scenario." He had a cold, serious look on his face, if Garrison had anything left in his stomach, the revelation would probably empty it.
 
Woods had just finished soaking in what had happened, after shuffling through various files and logs, and had moved on to viewing recent video surveillance records to get an idea of what the recent evolutions of the infected were like when the doors slid open. He knew the only one with the means of opening said door was the Lieut- err, Commander in Chief. He hurried to his feet and turned to face the CiC, at attention.


He had taken a brief moment to change out of his red-dyed fatigues and into a spare uniform he'd retrieved, having been lucky enough to come across one with the Captain's bars on it in his side. He had everything up to code, though there was a considerable amount of gore still on his face. He didn't mind, made him feel like Braveheart.


He saluted them all, "I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, Lt.Col, but that'd be a lie. I don't believe it's a pleasure to be stuck in this hell hole." He motioned to the other spare fatigues. "Feel free to browse my collection for anything your size. Cryo suits aren't exactly in season. That goes for all three of you."


He nodded to Malcom. "Of course, Commander. I believe it'd be a good idea to get it out of the way." He still stood at attention.
 
Once in the room Nadia could feel the tension in the air, and she couldn't take the oppressive feeling. As Malcom talked about the power structure she waited for a pause before saying, "I call Vice-President". Yeah, probably not the time for jokes but they all knew, or at least the majority knew, that things were definitely going to get serious soon, so she hoped that the backlash of her comment wouldn't be too harsh. She was filled to the brim with anxiety. She wanted to be doing something, her body was wired, she figured it was the adrenaline from seeing that dead monster and contemplating on what's to come too much. She had tried to calm herself down but it only made her more anxious, so she decided to just ride the wave out for the time being. She eventually calm back down and maybe then she'd finally feel like she was herself. A lot had happened and been thrown at her since she woke up and she was still going through everything in her head. This meeting would probably help set her straight but for right now she was still all over the board.
 
Nidelia blinked as she watched Trixie go unconscious and sighed. She sighed letting go of Trixie. "Her illness is progressing way too fast and I doubt if I could treat it yet, put her back in Cryo Rys," she says and heads back for the command room.


Rys' heart sunk and she started crying as she took her sister back to her Cryo Tube and got her locked in.


Nidelia reached the door to the command room and knocked.
 
Flint just stares at malcom. "So how did this base fall, and how long ago was it?" He was having trouble running through this little piece of information that affects everything from here on out.
 
I had this great post lined up, I was halfway through writing it, then I was just like...


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So... Yeah... Gonna recap a bit to get my enthusiasm back up and rebuild my post... 
Malcom Snorted and laughed, the tension in the air had been so thick he could have cut it with one of his knives, He was now laughing almost hysterically, "Or, No, wait..." He had tears in his eyes as he took one of the consoles, sitting down to steady himself, "You could be first lady, and Mister Garrison there..." He continued to laugh, "He could be my vice, and..." He was clearly cracking up from the stress, "Alexander, Alexander, You, You can be my secretary of state." He snorted and continued laughing for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, he sighed, and said, "I needed that..." There were tears in his eyes as he sat up, He looked to them with a smile on his face now, "But in all seriousness. We need to set up a new military structure, and we need to discuss what were going to do with the convict I've convinced to help me. He could be a major asset, or a serious security risk, depending on how happy we keep him." He had a grin on his face still, not wanting to abandon the amused state. "Let me..." He tapped his comm, and put a message through to Bianca, saying to her "Come up to the central command. You should recall the way here by now, Comm me when you get here, I need your honest opinion on something." He tapped off the comm again and said, "She and Nidelia, our surgeon both witnessed him for as long as I have, I have one opinion of him, but it might be good to hear some other voices on his state when we get to talking about him. In the mean time, Captain, pull up the data logs on the day the facility was sealed please." He'd wait until the captain had pulled up the logs to continue. That was when he heard the knock on the door. He pulled out his remote, and tapped it, letting the door open. He said, "Come in Nidelia." He'd been watching her movement on the remote as he opened the doors earlier, so he'd guessed it was her even as he opened the door, that and her blue dot had shown her right outside.
 
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