Futuristic The Madness- IC roleplay

[WeaselThor]

Delta Bunker 23, Beneath Williams Tower. January 1st 2049, 11:49 A.m.

Franks attention was divided in quite a few directions, but that was normal, what was abnormal was the objects of his focus. No longer was he alone in the 23rd delta bunker. First with the least attention was the group of infected who tried again, as they had for the past 2 months, to pry the Cargo bay doors open finding no grips and even if they did the hundred ton doors weren't budging for anything. The next object of his focus was Dorian Black. He was elected the team leader by the Alpha bunker mission directors, as such Frank had woken him up six hours prior and gave him a tour of the facility and a rundown on the equipment, mission directive, and of course his team. Granted they had some time to meet one another before being put on ice, but that time was filled with doctors and psychiatric visits and screens, no this would be the first time they actually had the time to get to know one another. As it was, Dorian was reading over the files while franks mechanical body and the vast majority of his focus went through the defrosting protocols.

The thawing thermal radiation would thaw the entire body at the same rate and for the frozen they would feel what first felt like a searing heat pulling them out of the virtual reality. Followed by a deep cold accompanied by groggy feeling, as if they had only slept an hour after a long days work. In reality it had been thirty years. That was the main reason he had chosen to Awaken Dorian first, seven superpowered, disoriented, likely cranky, and very well trained Delta's were about to come out of there. A human face would probably be a bit less jarring than his own reflective metal one. "Mr.Black, they are coming to, Are you excited? Im excited." his voice said inflecting with the revelation of his excitement.

The Cryo bay was a circular room with eight pods built into the ground. They hissed as oxygen filled the tubes on account of the tubes opening. Nearby each tube was what looked like an end table. It would hold the clothes of the group, the same they were asked to remove before the freezing process. Frank had taken the liberty of washing them himself, after all he had plenty of time for chores. On the opposite end of each of the tubes was a medical bed complete with a bucket in case the nausea and dizziness was overwhelming to any of them. "Good morning Delta's, you've had a long nap so try and take it slow, but dont get comfortable. We have much to do you know."
HighSanguinaryPriest S Shibe @TheCoRgiGaL Maeve Valor Gradous13 Wandering Grim Hollow @filthy iq main Northless​

 

[Shibe]

A young man’s jade eyes shot open after a few minutes of thawing, letting out a loud gasp and sucking in his first breath of air in thirty years. The sudden action caused a bit of pain in his lower lungs, most likely due to not being used in such a long period of time. The male identified as Corentin Durand was the second Delta to be awoke from his frozen slumber.

His vision was slightly hazy and he attempted to rub them to clear his eyesight. After a few moments, they managed to adjust to the new lighting. Once Corentin had gathered his bearings of his surroundings, he appeared to be slightly alarmed. All that he remembered was being placed into the bunker and going into a deep sleep, nothing else, nothing more.

As soon as he caught sight of Dorian and Frank, he opened his mouth to ask a question. “Excuse me, but could either of you tell me where we are exactly?” Were they in America still? Or had they been moved to another country? Corentin wasn’t quite sure himself.​

 

[Northless]

The simulation Georgina has been living in for the last thirty years was certainly something, but the 'last day' projection caught her by surprise. The normally virtual and unwavering program's voice was slower, and the directions even more. Eventually a new voice, a human one, resonated in her head. An engineer, it said. It talked about the bunkers, and the danger, and the cryo tanks they've assembled. They wished her luck, each time a new voice, a new person. A warm feeling filled her inside. The warmth spread fast, and grew, and she felt like her whole being was burning. Before she could realize, it had stopped. It felt awful. Like half-asleep and heavy and awful. She carefully tiptoed out of the tank, as to not break anything by accident, and looked around. People. Real people. Not like the one in the projections she...

Oh dang it, people.

"It's ok, you're ok, dress up." She reassured herself hurrying up over to the table with her clothes. She caught sight of a robot against the wall, who one may say looked fascinated by all the movement. "Robot. Hi robot. Are you good?"

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

To say Dorian was happy about the wake up would be sorely mistaken. His first instinct upon thawing was to lash out at the nearest humanoid thing. of course the only thing that matched that description was Frank, The residential AI. Once his moment of panic and finally ended, he had quickly apologized to the AI, and stepped from the pod. It had been a good thing that he had been thawed several hours before the others. If they had seen him, he was sure they would either be A) Given serious nightmares, or B) Puking their guts up from the disturbing sight.

While he began the arduous task of re-wrapping his bandages, a process made easier with the rapid manifestation and growth of numerous tendrils from his torso, Frank gave him the rundown. He was rather shocked that they had been in cryo for not an hour that it felt like, but approximately 30 years. After half hour of mummifying himself in white cloth, he quickly finished dressing and followed the AI Frank on a tour of their home for the last 30 or so years.

Hours passed and the two returned to the cryo bay, where Frank began the thawing process. The first to step out from his pod was to his lack of surprise, The French Canadian. Of course they were use to lower temperatures than those here in the lower 48. "Welcome Back to the land of the Living Corentin. We're still in the bunker. Now you may want to sit down for this, cause What Frank has to say will probably knock you on your ass." Dorian replied, giving the still nude canadian a quick once over before mentally shrugging, and directing him to the medical bed with his personal effects near. He was about to tell him that he may want to get dressed when the next pod depressurized and a member of the fairer sex joined them. "I believe he is good, miss. Frank here has been our caretaker for quite awhile." He said, giving the woman a cursory once over, once again mentally shrugging. Not bad either. He thought as he watched the other pods begin their thawing process.

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[Gradous13]

Otto exited the cryopod shivering like crazy “W-what a t-t-trip man....T-t-turn th-the heat up yeah? L-l-lIke, n-no need f-for it to be so d-damn cold mannn” he saw that his clothes had been nicely laid out, each article folded and stacked on an end table. “Fffuck yess” he said. Otto slowly and stiffly put everything on, “I-I-I f-feel like a p-plank of w-wood m-man” first would definitely, well, his lower areas first followed by beige pants, a white T-shirt and a black hoodie with red lining. He wore a pair of chucks that had straps instead of laces just so they were faster to be put on, though Otto preferred laced shoes. “M-much better” said the now warmer young man, the only thing he forgot was that his hairs was a complete mess. He took a look around and saw the there were a few others awake before him, he didn’t remember there names but had a system for himself to remember who was who.

Otto stretched out everything he could to loosen up and began thinking of who the others were again, but he didn’t recall the AI known as Frank “We got C3PO...uh Cthulhu guy, mind trickery dude, aaaand don’t mess with her girl... cool.” He took another look around to see if anyone was really watching and flipped his hood up over his head. Otto brought his hands sorta close to his chest and said in a quiet low old man voice “Unnlimitahd Powaaaah” and sent some very sort bursts of lightning from his finger tips. “HAH! Freaking awesome man!” Otto though as he admired his powers before realizing the others had gathered around Frank to which he himself quietly made his way over.

 

[BluEndings]

"H-hoo—HOT," Leslie spluttered, as he proceeded to ram his head against the rim of his cryopod. "Eee—AH," he rubbed his forehead, and hastily examined his hand, "t-thank good—EEEeee—"

It was hard to tell whether this was a response to the cold now having set in, or him realizing he was not alone. It was equally as difficult for him to decide which one was worse. No wait, there was a third option. He was totally about the cough up his innards. Thankfully it seemed the people here had thought ahead and prepared a well-placed bucket. He made a quick note to himself to thank them when he wasn't currently hacking up indescribables. It had been years since his body had last taken in anything, so the experience was remarkably unpleasant. Thankfully, it wasn't a long ordeal and with a wipe of the mouth he turned to introduce himself.

"I'm not wearing my clothes." It had just occurred to him that sitting on the nearby table was, in fact, his clothes—which were obviously not on his person. "R-right," he assured himself, "that did happen." He coughed into his hand, and held up a finger to noone in particular. "O-one moment."

He was having a bit of trouble recalling everything that had transpired during and before entering the cryopod. Though it was probably nothing to worry about. In fact, they had probably informed him about that at one point. One thing was for sure though, any plan of action he had to handle this situation had been completely lost to him. His burns were something he had planned to keep to himself, but that idea went up in flames.

He gave his head a little knock, "B-bad joke."

Getting his clothes on turned out to be a tad troublesome. He had shaken considerably, and the cold only had in part to do with it. Leslie wanted to get something between his skin and the world, the sharp pointy world, as quickly as possible. This was proving to be counterproductive, but in time he finally managed to untangled himself. It was nothing more than passable. The struggle had wrinkled the nicely washed clothes, the cloth overlapped incorrectly, the collar was flimsy, and it wasn't buttoned properly. However, the scarf was wound around his face well, and you could be sure his sleeves were rolled down. That's where it counted, at least to him.

Leslie rubbed his hands together, but decided not to speak anymore than he already had.

 

[Maeve Valor]

With a groan Evalyn stepped out of the pod with a hand pressed up to the side of her head feeling nauseous. Across from her tube with her clothes she spotted a bucket and hung her head over it thinking she was going to vomit, ignoring momentarily the fact that she was nude. Luckily, it was a false alarm and finally checked her surroundings seeing the other Deltas there. She really didn't care if they saw her, if they liked what they see well good for them.

As she dressed herself back up she greeted the rest of them who were already awake, "Well hello, good to see everyone again."

After being fully clothed and joining the group she observed that even though she underwent training with the VR program, she really didn't feel any different than she did before going in. Aside from everyone's abilities she just assumed that they would go in as normal people and come out as badass soldiers or something, but everyone seemed the same as before. "In retrospect, I really should have known that it wouldn't change people as a whole. Eh oh well, guess these guys are stuck with a lazy chef."

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

"Warmth..." Misha muttered as she slowly stirred from cryosleep. As her eyes fluttered open, the nice warm feeling was replaced by one she was very familiar with. Biting cold. Her eyes shot open and out of reflex pushed her still numb arms forward to find.... nothing.

"Oh thank goodness... Thought I was having that stupid nightmare again..." Misha groaned as she slumped back into her cryotube and was considering just going back to sleep but the sound of the others made her reconsider. That and the fact that she was naked. Rather than go back to sleep and get oogled at, she slowly and carefully got out of her cryotube and stretched out her joints.

"Dobroe utro everyone... What year is it?" Misha asked as she fumbled around with her fresh set of clothes and started to dress herself. The time in the cryotube felt odd to her. Other than the VR training, everything else felt blurry. But if there was one thing she wanted to do, its to find out if she could pull off a wheelie on a motorbike in real life. That should be fun.

 

[WeaselThor]

Frank watched with intrigue at the varied reactions to awakening. He nodded in agreement to Dorian's answering of their questions, and after realizing that the Eighth pod was having some form of wiring error he simply pressed the button to have it decend into the floor below where he could fix the pod and hopefully save the Delta within at his leisure, as it stood now he had a mission to begin. When all the Delta's were up and finished dressing themselves frank finally walked into the center of the circle ans stood next to frank. One by one the pods closed behind them and sunk into the floor leaving behind the slightly elevated top of the tubes.

He Stood eyeing each one with joy before he started speaking. "Mr.Black here is quite right, i have a hell of a revelation for you. Its been 30 years since you went on ice. You may not be aware but you were so hastily frozen because a global nuclear exchange was occuring at the time. Nearly fifteen thousand warheads were launched across the world. In short the world you once knew is either gone or in ruins." he gave them a moment to let this sink in but began again before anyone had time to ask a question.

He turned gesturing for them to follow him as a metal door opened behind him to reveal a well lit hallway which he promptly began to walk down. His voice managed to say audible dispite his head being turned away from the delta's speakers in the hallways worked wonders. "Sadly it would seem the Infection was able to not only survive the bombs but thrive in the radiation heavy environment. Over the past 30 years we have seen a 100% reduction in nuclear fallout, and the virus has mutated several times to allow infected species to Reproduce, and causing the older infected to grow stronger. In addition the virus has transferred to nearly all lifeforms on the planet, even Plantlife can be infected now...i suppose the Brazilian bunker will be needing garden tools." he added the last part for comedic effect seemingly oblivious to the fact that it was quite ill placed.

"I do have good news, several breakthroughs in weapons and anti infection technology have been made while you slept. All five Alpha bunkers were resounding successes, over nine hundred thousand people are in them now waiting for your success so they can begin to rebuild the world. But the thing i am sure you will be most happy to know is that our next stop is the mess hall, im sure you are quite hungry and i handpicked MRE's for their flavor and nutritional value. Sadly we will not be able to difer to Ms.Reid's culinary expertise until after you manage to get some supplies from beyond the bunker. However once you have food i do have the kitchen ready. I have taken the liberty of loading, maintaining, and upgrading your weapons and they are in the deployment bay. Mr.Black will be your teams leader, he has already been given the layouts of the facility. He will show you your quarters, and then the mission bay where you will be briefed on your first mission." As he finished his last utterance what looked to be a dead end opened another door leading to the mess hall, a large table with eight chairs each surrounded by a chair and with a plate of food covered by a metal dome with the name of a delta on each one. "Please ,take your time and enjoy your meal." he said with courtesy as he stepped out the door he had just entered in through.
Wandering Grim Hollow Maeve Valor BluEndings Gradous13 HighSanguinaryPriest Northless S Shibe​

 

[Northless]

Georgia's brain promptly shut down somewhere between 'thirty years' and 'global nuclear exchange' and just rebooted when she saw the plates of food in front of them. Panic sinked in immediately.

"Thirty years, thirty fucking years, nuclear war, that thing survived nuclear war, thrived in..." Everything was going a hundred miles per second, and it was way too much. She sat down and cupped her face in her hands, pushing her glasses on it until it stung. Breathing became a conscious and calculated effort. "¿En qué mierda me metí?"

 

[Gradous13]

Some of them didn’t take well to the news of nuclear fire and thirty years of cryostasis, Otto was more bummed and annoyed than anything as there wasn’t much left for him anyways. “Well, that blows” Otto commented while rubbing his the sleep from his eyes “And I took some serious time to hide my bike too... maybe it survived. That’d be rad man” he finished with disappointment and a yawn. A question popped in his head, one he hoped wasn’t to be true “So with the plants, they out to kill us to or something?” He asked as he followed the metal man through the facility

Otto hadn’t said much else, he was pleased to know that the weapons he had trained on in that, VR world, were available. The group finally approached the mess hall which had food prepared for them. He would sit when the others would take their seats, but before taking his first bite he froze and became suspicious “What the hell is this guy tryna pull eh? Gets us food, gets me food....tryna control me yeah? We’ll see what your real intentions are soon enough.” Otto’s thoughts betrayed him, but that’s what he used to be all about, sticking it to the man and revolting against the rule book of society. Ungrateful little shit. But he was hungry and the bbq shredded beef with an gratin potatoes weren’t so bad for an MRE. Plus there was coffee and a multitude of extras. “Beggars can’t be choosers I guess...”

 

[Shibe]

“Well, that is quite shocking...” Corentin wasn’t sure how else to reply to such news, there really wasn’t much to say of it. The young man tugged on the same shirt he had removed thirty years ago, and silently mourned the loss of his family. A grieving expression set across his face, he desperately wanted to be alone for a couple moments and expel of the tears building up in his eyes. Despite being relatively emotionless, he was absolutely devastated about his entire bloodline being wiped from existence.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Corentin have a curt nod towards Frank, still bearing a pained expression on his pale face. Now it was time to get to work, and he needed to eat his fill to at least have the energy to function. He strode over to the mess hall, taking his place at where his assigned meal was. MREs, he had certainly tasted one before in the past. They weren’t too horrible, just somewhat bland. Perhaps they had improved since then? But then again, food was food after you have been in a icy slumber for thirty years.

A sick, cold sensation built up in his stomach as he ate. Most likely from anxiety. Corentin was absolutely dreading the thought of the first mission and how he would perform. Everything just seemed so overwhelming. “After all this time, to think that wretched virus still exists.” He mumbled aloud, propping his head up by resting his hand beneath his chin.​

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Dorian watched in silence the different expressions arrayed by the other Deltas as they learned of the last 30 years. To say he was in the same boat, would be a lie. He had no family left, and the only friends he had were already killed by the infected well before nuclear fire rained from the heavens. In the end, the only thing he could think of was how it would have made for a great scifi story, if it hadn't already happened. Giving a nod to the other deltas once they were dressed and mobile, he waved them on to follow him to the mess hall.

"Just breathe Georgia. Calm yourself. Yes everything we know is gone, but we're still here." he said in as comforting a tone he could, the bandages surprisingly not muffling his speech. Seeing his own MRE set before him, he reached his hand out and let it just hover above the meal. Moments later, black and crimson tendrils extended from the palm and fingers and tore into it. within moments, only the packaging remained and the tendrils retracted into his body. "Always hated the taste of those." he mumbled as his body converted the meal into a small amount of Biomass. Looking to the others, he stood as if to make an announcement. "I understand that this isn't what any of us was expecting, but right now this is all we have. We've been given a purpose to unfuck this world so others can live on. Now, just because we're technically working for the government, doesn't mean we need to play by the rules either. So as first act of squad leader, i'm allowing looting. You find something you like, mark the location, and we can retrieve it later. This may be a government facility, but we can at leaste make it more a home."

 

[Maeve Valor]

The penny dropped, reality started to sink in to Evalyn as she was taken aback by this new set of information as well even though she knew she shouldn't have been. "From the way things were going before we all went into cryo-stasis, it really should not be as much as a surprise that the world has gone to hell in a hand-basket. And yet..." She bit back the tears that she knew wanted to appear as she continued onward, thinking to herself, "Save our tears for when your alone or when it's more convenient."

Her heightened sense of smell pulled her back to reality. She caught was the unmistakable scent of food at the end of the hall before Frank had even brought it up. The food didn't smell like any of it was fresh so she assumed it was MRE's, but hey food was food at the moment and she was indeed hungry. It helped her morale when he also spoke of the success the other bunkers had saving over nine hundred thousand people. It was a sliver of hope, but it was enough to raise Evalyn's spirit about the situation. At the mention of her surname regarding her culinary background, she merely just did a casual salute in acknowledgement with a slight smile.

Once Frank had finished speaking, her attention went to Georgia who was panicking. Evalyn was about to lend her support to the girl, but Dorian beat her to it so she just sat down to the seat that had the metal dome with her name on it. Evalyn smiled once more, glad that they were lucky enough to receive an understanding leader. While they ate, she sat in silence as the rest made a few comments here and there until Dorian stood to speak to all of us.

After he made an announcement her only response was, "fair enough." But she didn't quite get a grasp on how she felt about this place and these people part of her new "home" just yet.

 

[Northless]

Georgia breathed the recycled air deeply a pair of times, and looked up to the man's bandaged face. "Yeah. Yeah that's right. Thank you."

The knot in her stomach (or her power's affect on it, sincerely, who knew at this point) stopped her from eating too much of her food. Instead, she looked at the other people in the room, and had to remind herself to breath. She knew she had to calm herself down, and began to mumble under her breath. "It's ok. We're ok. We'll be ok, we're ready for this, we'll go out and..."

The man standing beside her halted her train of thought. So he's the squad leader. After he finished she talked out loud to no one in particular, as to sort her thoughts. "Are there more squads? Maybe there are more. Maybe there are and we're not alone fighting against that damned things..."

A thought crossed her mind and she frowned, realizing those internet posts about things humans always do were right. "Do those have a name at least? The nuclear eating monsters I mean."

 

[Gradous13]

Otto was halfway through his food when Dorian made his announcement, no rules and looting echoed within his mind. When it finally clicked he jolted up from his seat and looked directly at Dorian with wide eyes that contained absolute excitement “NO RULBES ANG FRAH TO LOOT?!” Otto said loudly with a mouthful of food, not believing what he just heard. He swallowed and a rediculos smile stretched accross his face but then disappeared as he went back to his food and wolfed the rest down before the same look came back. Otto stretched out his arms “What are we waiting for?!” He asked aloud before poking the table a few times with his index “Where’s the firepower?! The weapons?! Those shops ain’t gonna just loot themselves you know!” Otto brought his hands up to his face and rubbed his head as he spoke with slight delusional grandeur “A seventy inch flatscreen with surround sound and all the music and movies we could ever have! Ooooh but why stop there for surely there are vehicles still in good condition! Muscle cars, motorcycles and maybe even a tank! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS” Otto sat back and seemingly melted into his chair and muttered “It’s like Billy Mays is back and now every thing is free and you get two of each with instant dilivery.....glorious”

 

[BluEndings]

"30 years..." It was quite the sum of time. "I guess that technically makes me 49 then..."

There wasn't a whole lot left for Leslie to mourn, but the surge of bad news still dialed his expression back. It had always been his dream to travel across the globe, and while that was still possible it wouldn't be the world he had wanted to see. He knew it was a selfish reason, but he couldn't help it. Not too long ago, although technically years ago, it had felt like things would finally turn around for the better. Even if with some "bumps" there was no way anyone could have expected this. Bad stuff happened all the time, but it always got taken care of. It never got this far; though maybe it's that exact mindset that allowed this to happen.

He hadn't meant to ponder over it quite so long, and quickly fumbled down the hall after the others. He had only missed the first couple of words, but they were easy enough to figure out. To put it bluntly: things got much much worse. It would seem this infection was remarkably adaptive, and equally as resilient. The nuclear exchange didn't just destroy nearly everything but it gave the virus a better environment to flourish. It was sickeningly ironic.

"Oh there's actually some good news," Leslie muttered. He didn't mean for it be sarcastic. He was genuinely glad there was at least some positive developments in the 30 years between. New tech was remarkable, though it seemed primarily military and medical. It was outstanding nonetheless under these conditions. Nine hundred thousand sounded like a lot, but the reality was not so. Yet, they would be the future, and that future relied on this group's success. He gulped. "Talk about pressure..."

On a less "fate of the world" scale, there was food for their consumption. Just MREs maybe, but food was food for someone on an empty stomach. Virtual nachos can only get someone so far, and that distance was nowhere. This food on the other hand was completely real. Real in its color. Real in its texture. Real in its below-average taste. He'd had worse, but the sound of a freshly prepared meal left much to be asked. "She can—" he swallowed a noticeable quantity of food he had been chewing, "cook?"

It was lucky she gave Frank's mention acknowledgement as Leslie had pretty much entirely forgotten everyone's names. Everyone except Mr. Black. The exact reasoning was a bit fuzzy, but he had left an impression on him. It might have been those eyes, or the simple fact he was entirely wrapped in bandages. It wasn't a big deal but it did bother Leslie a bit, especially since the very man was going to be the leader. It wasn't something he wanted to pursue at the moment though. Eating was the first priority right now.

 

[Shibe]

A home? Corentin appreciated Dorian’s thought, but to him it couldn’t be a home. All it could ever be was a cold, metal lined reminder of the burden placed on them all. But it was a job, and he was needed to help others. And so he was determine to complete this task despite the emotional pain that he was in at the moment.

He offered a weak smile to the others, trying to at least be somewhat friendly even though the situation at the moment was quite grim. “Oh boy, it like going shopping on Better Homes and Gardens. Except we don’t have to pay all the ridiculous prices.” Corentin softly joked, chuckling to himself a little. At least he still had some sense of humor left.

Part of his mind wandered off to thinking of the nine hundred thousand remaining in other bunkers of the world, that seemed like such a small number to him. Human populations hadn’t been so low since before common era times. The more frightening thing was that the human population of those times hovered around 200,000 over 130,000 years ago. He soon came to realize, that if he failed, if they failed. That the human race would be part of a mass extinction.

“Excuse me, Mr. Black, but what is our first duty?” Corentin softly asked, the question had been slowly eating at him for quite some time now. That and the young man wanted to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to encounter.​

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

"30 years...?" Misha felt her stomach drop. 30 years have passed since before she stepped into the cryopod. Its been 30 years since she was rescued from the morgue and her powers awakening. 30 years. 3 decades. Just passed and with it, the world in a nuclear fireball. It made her sick and she glance over at the clean bucket nearby but she managed to fight that feeling and merely adopted an odd stony expression. The rest of Frank's announcement did seem postitive. They'll have upgraded weapons and about nine hundred thousand people are still alive thanks the Alpha Bunkers. So there was some good news at least. Right?

"Maybe its good if they died..." Misha muttered to herself, making sure to hang around the rear of the group. Her thoughts were to her old friends and her father. While a part of her hoped that they made it to an Alpha Bunker, she figured it would be easier in the long run if they died in the nuclear fallout. After all, if what she overheard from a researcher was right, she was more or less immortal now. The less people she has to see grow old, the better. Oh well, better focus on choking down her first meal then.

"MREs... Rita would have liked this..." Misha sighed as she slowly ate her first bite of the stuff. It was only then that she realized that Frank had left them all alone. She figured he had better things to do and wanted them to bond or something. Glancing at the others, Misha wondered about their own thoughts and worries. Some were transparent like the Leslie person who looked like he was ready to breakdown while others were harder to read or downright impossible like the Bandaged Man. Dorian Black was his name and he was someone Misha recalled easily. I mean, its not hard to miss the man who dressed like the Insivible Man, right? Then the rest were... just there in her eyes but loud one, Otto, was a little grating in her opinion. His little cheer and his excitement at the prospect of looting kinda rubbed her off in the wrong way but if she was honest, maybe snagging a few things to spruce up the place might be a good idea. This was their home now.

"Home... I better get used to moving then..." Misha muttered, forcing a small smile as she settled on watching the antics of her fellow Deltas while she ate.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Dorian couldn't help the small grin forming under his wrapped face as he looked to the excited punk. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I said, No Rule of Engagement. That means, if it's infected, put it down." He explained sitting back down. he was gonna go into his thoughts once more when their northern friend spoke up, wondering about their current mission. This was easy enough to explain. "Our first and foremost duty is the survival for mankind and ourselves. Our current mission, is to purge the area of any malicious infected life. This means, former humans, bugs, animals, even the trees. We're gonna piss off captain planet by the time we're through." He added the last part with a laugh, hoping the others would get the joke.

 

[WeaselThor]

It Had been nearly twenty minutes when the mess halls door opened yet again to reveal a hallway that looked vaguely the same as the one leading from the cryobay. Franks voice could be heard over the intercom. "I am sorry to rush you but it appears we have a situation, please enter the hallway." he would go silent and wait as they finished their meals and entered the hall. However this time the door closed behind them and a feeling akin to being in an elevator going up would wash over them. A slight sensation of turning was also there though barely. When the hallway door ahead of them opened it did so to reveal a round table with eight chairs gathered around it. The table was made of a white metal frame with a blue crystaline surface. Where as each chair had wheels, swivels, arm rests, and even recline features. Frank stood at the head of the table welcoming the Delta's by gesturing to the seats. "I hope your meal was satisfactory, unfortunately it must be cut short as a problem has arisen." His glowing orb pupils shifted to the table which flickered alive with a hologram representation of the bunker.

Based on the display It was built nearly a kilometer under the ground, was shaped like a cylinder, And apparently had four segments, three of which were divided into four quarter sections and the last was one large bay at the bottom. On the top layer one of the quarter sections had numbers and letters D-1 through D-7. Though D-8 was down a floor and alone. Looking closely one could see the shapes of cryotubes and the table set up of the cafeteria across the way from it. However it was alot to take in and they only had a short time.

The center of the bunke faded out of view as the representation followed A large diagonal shaft extended from the bottom section of the bunker all the way to the surface. There the hologram cut out into security footage from a camera. "This is what was just picked up on our garage door security footage." The image showed two or three infected humans prying madly on the doors however they stopped for a moment seeming to look up and sniff the air before half skipping half running away. Moments after the last one left the camera view a large tuft of red fur obscured the camera image before the feed went to static.

"That was just a few moments ago, already the doors structural integrity has lowered by six percent..." The hologram of the Bunker came back up again showing a narrow shaft rising straight from the bunker to the williams tower scyscraper above. "Opening the door would allow the enemies into the bunker and could potentially damage our aerial transport asset...we need that asset quite badly. So instead you will be taking the Hidden personnel tunnel up. It will deploy you in the basement of the tower." this time the hologram shifted to show the 64 story skyscraper above them. Debris however had piled up to the 4th floor around the tower making the basement and bottom floors like a cave. "You will have to get up to the fourth floor, then exit to the streets where its a block and a half travel to the deployment bay. Sadly i will not be able to join you for this operation, i must see to the repairs of Delta 8's Cryopod, and maintain secondary defences in case a breech occurs. However i will maintain communications." as he said this the door behind opened again.

"Ask your questions en route to the barracks and surface please time is of the essence we lost another 1% already." the hallway did not move this time nor did the doors close instead the door on the other side of the hall opened and remained open waiting for the delta's. Inside would be a soldiers wet dream, every handheld weapon one could imagine, bladed weapons, firearms of nearly any size, even laser weaponry, all locked and loaded with spare mags and attachments nearby. Floor to ceiling shelves in a room the width of a football field all lined with glorious instruments of mans dedication to destruction. Hell there were grenade launchers, land mines, flamethrowers, Armor, enough weaponry to fight a war against a small country...and win. "I hope you find you find something comfortable, i couldnt decide myself so i just figured id give you one of each of the weapons you are all trained with." if it werent for the fact that he was a machine one might think he was actually flaunting a bit.
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[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Underneath his bandages, Dorian smiled gleefully like a kid in a candy store, or in his case a geek at convention. With a bit more pep in his step, he quickly entered the armoury, and looked over the array of arms and ammo. After scanning the racks of weaponry his eyes fell upon two of his favorite firearms. Reverently, he hefted the modified Neopup 20-APW. "20x42mm Cartridge, Modified to accept 20mm Vulcan... Ooh~ are those Silver bullets?!" He said excitedly, as he set the heavy weapon down and began filling six six round mags with the depleted uranium rounds, and another six mags with 20x42mm point detonating rounds. With that done, and out of the way, he quickly snatched up the Type-16 Directed Energy Rifle, along with 24 Power cells, stuffing them in his kevlar tac vest's numerous pouches. "Daddy's back..." he said joyously, as he strapped the APW to his back for later use. With but a thought, biomass that he had conserved from his past meals 30 years ago, and today's surged across his body, hardening into thick hardened plates of flexible chitin. He was prepared to take on the world.

 

[Maeve Valor]

When the hallway opened up before her showing the round table she calmly patted her mouth with a napkin and then stood up with a smirk, "Now this is the badassery I was thinking of when I joined." When Frank pulled up the surveillance feed and asked the Deltas to take care of it Evalyn was eager to get shit done. This was the start of her getting revenge on this damn virus, her time to return back that which was stolen from her and from so many others. She knew she couldn't do much like the other Deltas but she would try her best to help in whatever way she can.

Upon revealing the weaponry, Evalyn immediately went to the laser sniper rifle, and a couple of handguns, in case they got too close for comfort. She wasn't as gungho as some of the rest of the people there but she did like the idea of revenge.

 

[Gradous13]

Otto scoffed at what Dorian said muttering that “No ROE was practically the same thing” but whatever. Rules in his mind was common sense and respecting boundaries of the others around him, this was important but also following what Dorian wished was just as important. Frank came over the intercom and wished them a pleasant meal but trouble was brewing. Otto followed the others into the briefing room and sat in one of the chairs, pulling himself closer to the hologram. The bunker they were in was impressive and the immidiate area around it was massive. The video feed Frank showed them interested him. Otto was eager to fight but he wasn’t naive, he learned how to judge oncoming fights we’ll before his time in the bunker, the collapse, street brawls, bar fights and riots taught him well. As soon as the briefing started it was over very quickly showing the urgency of the situation.

Upon entering the Arms room, more like warehouse, he made his way to an area stock piled with edged weapons. He trained in VR with various pole arms mixed in with martial arts. A large KwanDao caught his attention. It was rather plain aside from the seemingly ridiculous sized blade. But the material the weapon was built out of was far greater than what could have been used before the virus and nuclear fire. Otto inspected the weapon by “attacking” with it in various ways along with checking the balance and weight against the others that were on the rack. This one was, in his opinion, the superior option. However something did make him question these weapons, and that was they were all lighter than in the simulation. This, for some reason, made him a little untrusting of the selection present. It would be a question he would be asking Frank later. Satisfied enough, Otto grabbed a bunch of incindiary grenades just Incase he needed something extra.

“Yo, Cthulhu man, I’m ready to thrash some heads!” Otto said once he was next to Dorian, he quickly put up his hands “For ya give me a look I’m just jokin, gotta make your own fun!”

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

"Oh. Frank's back." Misha said to nobody in particular when she heard the sounds of the hallway door opening. Just in time too, having finished her surprisingly decent meal and just watching her fellow Deltas was starting to be a tad boring. As before, she hung around the back of the group and followed them to a nice looking room with a round table and 8 chairs. Misha couldn't help but stifle a small giggle.

"Our very our Round Table... I hope I get to be the Bedivere of the group." Misha happily mused to herself as she settled into the furthest chair from the door. Next she watched as Frank turned on a hologram of sorts and started to brief them. A troubling sight indeed. Even after 30 years, the infected were pitiful to watch. They looked so human but inhuman at the same time. But the thing that worried Misha the most was the red fur that barely flashed onto the screen before the feed went dead. What was that? Misha was sure that it wasn't human. Unless the radiation mutated the virus that badly. Misha had a few questioms but Frank was right, they didn't have time to ask them. So she joined the rest in the armoury.

"Bozhe moi... All this for us to use..?" Misha gasped at the sheer selection offered to them. A couple of the other Deltas looked like kids out of a candy store and she can see why. The armoury was downright excellent and ready to arm an army. Misha's first stop, LBVs and holsters. She picked a simple harness that doubled as a stab vest, attaching 4 long magazine holders on the front. She had half the mind to ask if they had any P90s but another weapon caught her eye.

"Hello there..." It was an odd looking gun. Its off-white casing was polymer and it had a circular guage or dynamo on both sides. She could vaguely remember the gun from her VR training and did a quick runthrough of the weapon. The top of the weapon flipped up and a hollow revealed itself. Grabbing a long, rectangular battery pack that was sitting under the gun's holder, she slid it in and carefully closed the magazine cover. The dynamos whirred to life as the weapon became primed. "This will work."

Misha then picked up an laser pistol and a .454 Casull revolver from the handgun section. She took her time to carefully attach a small scope onto her revolver before snagging a hip pouch of Casull rounds, a smaller pouch of energy cells, and a retractable baton as backup. As she got used to the weight by walking about the armoury, she noticed an odd looking knife sitting next to the first aid kits. She recognized it from an old TV show as she picked it up to inspect it.

"Wasp injection knife Mk. Ii... They changed how the CO2 capsules are reloaded... Faster and simpler too. ... Might as well." Misha slipped the knife into a sheath and strapped it to her revolver holster. She glanced at the First Aid kits and after a brief moment of considerstion, she took the hip pack and grabbed a helmet with the Red Cross sign on it.

"Better safe than sorry as they say..." Misha hummed, recalling back om the emergency first aid and field surgery simulations she did during her VR training.