Futuristic Operation Silver Rain [Closed | Free to read]

[Alien Viscera]

It's the year 2083, the city of New Cerberus is a marvelous wonder among the many super cities around the globe. The city is boosted economically from imports and exports made by Lotus Inc, the leading manufacturer of medication and medical research. One day an outbreak occurs went a shipment of raw chemicals is stopped and raided by black market thieves. The thieves unknowing of some of the properties of the chemicals accidentally release a toxic substance, now known as Beta Zeta, or a more common name, Bolacantis Zeronium. Its a neurological chemical that mutants the cells in the brain, causing rapid and uncontrollable cell growth. One of the more dangerous effects is the extreme hostility towards uninfected beings.

Its now 2086 and over half the population has been infected, living out the rest of they’re days wondering around the quarantined zones, and with overpopulation and a dwindling source of food, we needed a way to take back the lost parts of the world and rebuild. The new government, the Human Life Conservation Initiative (HLCI) agreed with the people and launched Operation Silver Rain. This was a campaign that would launch units of soldiers out into the infected areas and clear them out little by little. We called these men Reapers, the symbol of hope for a future where we can live without fear once again.

You are one of those soldiers, a reaper, Extermination Squadron Delta 55, code name “Demon’s Cutlass”. You were aboard an HLCI hover carrier. Your superior officer, Captain Grim, was briefing you on the mission. Your hold your harness as he straps himself into his own harness. All seems fine, the carrier holding your squad is moving to the drop zone, no problems. Then it happens, a large explosion to the side of the aircraft rocks it back, red lights flash and the alarm blares; your ears ring. The captain yells, but you can’t make out any of what he’s saying. Another explosion. The craft screams as the ground nears. Black.

You wake up slowly to see yourself being pulled from the flaming wreckage of what used to be the hover carrier. The familiar voice of your Captain grunts and speaks through his helmet. “You’re a pretty tough kid. That impact flung you right into the damn wall. Killed the rest of the squad.” He picks you up onto your feet and hands you, your rifle. “Whats your name son?”

HLCI Military ID
Name: Blake McDonner
Age: 29
Rank: Specialist
Weapons
Primary: HK416 Advanced Carbine
Secondary: Ruger Blackhawk Standard Revolver
Equip: Sticky Grenades & Bowie knife

HLCI Military ID
Name: Samuel Grim
Age: 33
Rank: Captain
Weapons
Primary: M4 Advanced Carbine
Secondary: M9 Advanced Side Arm
Equip: Static grenades & Deployable Cover

 

[journeyon]

"The name is Blake sir, Blake mcdonner" he responded still quite obviously dazed "what now captain by his calculations there should be some of those damn things nearby" he says motioning at one of the now very dead soldiers.

 

[Alien Viscera]

"Well McDonner, its just you and me now." He racked his combine and started forward, checking a screen on his wrist. "Keep up. We have no extraction point or any communications. Our only way is through. Since our craft was downed by two explosions we have to assume those damn mutants have some high firepower."

 

[journeyon]

"Aye I agree sir" his accent now showing how thick it is he struggled to keep up with the captain "anything I need to know captain"

 

[Alien Viscera]

"Well, we ain't getting help from anyone. We have limited ammo, and we are surrounded by BZ's." He proceeded with caution through a destroyed building. "We should stay quiet and keep to the shadows."

 

[journeyon]

"aye captain understood" he said as he grabbed an old bandage roll from the countertop in the dilapitated kitchen "might come in handy never know what kinda trouble we"ll run into"

 

[Alien Viscera]

"Copy that." He crouched down and swept the dawn-lit city streets as the two walked forward. "Behind the car." He whispered as he ducked for cover behind an old sedan. Multiple mutants, heavily armed wandered around, seemly guarding something.

 

[journeyon]

Blake followed his lead. "Sir I think I have a plan, I can attempt to sneak behind that one there with my knife." "I could take a few out that a way then we have a much better chance, up to you though captain" the nervousness evident in his voice.

 

[Alien Viscera]

"Alright, be careful though. I'll cover you in case your compromised." The captain readied his rifle but kept hidden from the mutants.

 

[journeyon]

He took out his knife carefully as not to make a noise. Two of the mutants were talking further on and one was standing closer, crouched he went up to it and stabbed straight through the mutant's neck he pulled his knife out quickly as to kill the bastard. He then drug the body back to the captain "Might have something useful on em. Should i risk taking another one out with stealth or should we go all out?"

 

[Alien Viscera]

"No, can't risk anymore coming. We take them out one by one." He put his rifle behind his back. "Cover me." He slipped into the shadows and walked around behind one of the mutants, grabbing it by the neck and jerking it to one side, snapping it and dragging it back.

 

[journeyon]

"nice work captain, oh and I found these," he said while showing him two standard grenades. any further orders?

 

[Alien Viscera]

"Oh, nice one." He pulled the mutants knife from the sleeve and threw it at one of the mutants. "Take out that last one"

 

[journeyon]

He didn't say another word he just quickly came up behind the mutant stabbing him furiously almost as if it were fun he came back to his captain "Cant be to careful" He was obviously out of breathe, starting to catch his breath again he said "alright then let's see what these fuckers were guarding."

 

[Alien Viscera]

"Affirmative." Samuel walked forward, gun ready and vigilant. He walked into the half broken diner that they had been guarding.