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Postby Quin » Fri Aug 22, 2008 7:24 pm

“Derowen and co are on there way, thought I’m suppose to be heading towards them.” Fred said with a shake of his head. “She’s going to kill me.” He muttered to himself. “Making friends?” He asked gesturing towards the Weevil.

"You could say that Mr Black," Quin replied. "We've been bonding, a little too closely for comfort actually."

He looked down at the Weevil. "Since the Sword I think I can understand how they feel, why they want to rip and tear at their prey. The rage and overwhelming anger at everything around them."

Quin gave a hollow laugh. "I killed one with my bare hands, broke its neck and enjoyed doing it. After that the rage was gone. It just evaporated. Then the other two jumped me."

He indicated the Weevil on the ground. "This one's still alive, I know I should finish it off but I can't."

Quin laughed again. "It feels like I'm looking at myself lying there. A lot more handsome of course and much better dressed, but for a while I was no better than a Weevil."
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Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Sat Aug 23, 2008 5:11 am

“Fred here, I’m with Quin.” Fred said after tapping his ear piece. “He’s making friends with a Weevil.” He added as he looked down at the creature, then back to Quin. He walked over to Quin, and put his hand on Quin’s shoulder, as he hear Derowen’s voice.

“OVER HERE!” He bellowed down the corridor. “I can understand that.” He said gently. “If we ended up trapped on a Weevil planet with no way back, we’d be forced to survive, as they try to survive here.” He stopped as he heard footsteps approach. “You going to be ok?” He asked

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Postby Tavey » Sat Aug 23, 2008 12:36 pm

Quin laughed again. "It feels like I'm looking at myself lying there. A lot more handsome of course and much better dressed, but for a while I was no better than a Weevil."

They were close enough for Quin's words to be heard clearly. Derowen stopped for a moment, remembering the all consuming rage that sometimes took over her. And some of the things she had done to quell it.

"That's right Quin." She said quietly. The team was now together in the tunnel. "Make sure it cannot hurt itself or anyone else. We need to find out what that was that screamed."

She snagged one of the pieces of chalk from a hole in the wall. Sketching quickly, she outlined a rough square on the wall. Lines criss crossed through it, creating a sort of square in the middle. She pointed at that area.

"I am really afraid that this is where the scream came from. It was the main office area for Eight, and where they kept the most dangerous creatures that they found. To get to it, we have to return and head along this passageway. All the other access points were blocked up years ago."

Just then, a louder, more desperate scream reverberated along the tunnel. As if in underscore to the sounds of both the tunnels and the city above, it was loud enough to echo faintly in the area above as well.

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Postby AJHoyt » Sat Aug 23, 2008 12:54 pm

In dank and utter blackness, Connor Reed flailed his arms back angrily, but couldn't strike at Darryl. Behind him, Darryl tightened his grip on the back of Connor's collar until Conner felt his Adams apple being squashed. He huffed indignantly, trying to turn toward Darryl. Voice box nearly crushed shut he squeaked in helium voice, "It's gunshots! It's those guys in the shiny black vans. We gotta cover it!"

Darryl said, "No we don't. Not yet anyway. Remember what happened in Al Fallujah."

Connor reached around his neck and ineffectually tried to twist Darryl's wrist. In his helium voice he said, "We beat everybody to that firefight. We filmed a U.S. win! CNN broadcasted it to the world!"

Darryl's grip tightened. "You ran us into crossfire."

Connor shrugged in the dark, "It was the news."

Darryl's voice rose as he choked off Connor's air and gave him a violent shake for each word. "I. Got. Shot! I. Almost. DIED!" He kept Connor's collar hard against his windpipe a moment longer.

When able to draw breath, Connor said into blackness, "Great story, though."

Darryl suddenly released him. Connor was shoved hard one-handed from behind into the dark. Darryl growled, "Fine. You go up there, get yourself shot, come back here and I'll film you while you tell the story, bleeding to death."

Connor turned around angrily. He couldn't see Darryl in the dark of the tunnel. "Never mind! The shooting's stopped. We missed the best part of the story. Thank you."

The camera smashed to the stone floor violently enough to hear tinkling glass.

"Great, Darryl. That's so mature."

Darryl blubbered at him mockingly.

Infuriated, Connor triggered his cell phone light. Something tall, wide, dripping wet and inflamed pink stood where he thought Darryl should be. From wet, fleshy stalks two black eyes swiveled down to look at Connor. A gigantic V-shaped mouth opened to show rows of pronged teeth with red gore and shreds of Darryl's black t-shirt.

Connor had time to inhale and loose a high pitched girly-man scream before the mouth closed over his head and chest.

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Postby Tavey » Sat Aug 23, 2008 5:02 pm

In the UNIT van, Bradley swore viciously. He slammed a hand against the side of the chair he was seated in. Welcoming the sudden flare of pain along his arm.

UNIT, as most other convert "Gotta keep the GP from knowing the truth" organisations, had tabs and filters across all known media sources.

One of those had just screamed an alert. He hadn't been quick enough with his damper. The youtube feed had just come in with a redhot new clip that had just uploaded. It was a clip of a creature that looked remarkably like a Weevil, in a dark dank tunnel.

It was, naturally, a clip that was being watched by increasing numbers of people as the word spread.


Nevilles cellphone rang.

"Warwick!" barked the voice of his immediate superior. "Have you seen youtube? Word came in two minutes ago that footage from your current location has been sent to that vile place."

There was the sound of the phone being slammed down, and then nothing except the faint screams and a dial tone.

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Postby MattW » Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:25 pm

Tavey wrote:One of those had just screamed an alert. He hadn't been quick enough with his damper. The youtube feed had just come in with a redhot new clip that had just uploaded. It was a clip of a creature that looked remarkably like a Weevil, in a dark dank tunnel.

It was, naturally, a clip that was being watched by increasing numbers of people as the word spread.


Nevilles cellphone rang.

"Warwick!" barked the voice of his immediate superior. "Have you seen youtube? Word came in two minutes ago that footage from your current location has been sent to that vile place."

There was the sound of the phone being slammed down, and then nothing except the faint screams and a dial tone.

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Neville inspected the YouTube video and shrugged. Badly lit, poorly filmed. A complete absence of scale. Not exactly 'hard evidence'. Some people were so jumpy...

Still, at least he had permission from the Boss to put it all into operation. It was time for Operation Ford Escort to move into active mode

Within seconds, the comments on YouTube held a link: http://invaders2020.com/

"That should confuse matters for a moment, or two" he muttered to himself, remembering to send an anonymous email to CSICOP. They'd soon be ripping into the video and calling it an obvious fake - bless 'em.

Neville sent another email - the Weevil Action Figures would be on sale by 4pm the next afternoon. That should make another interesting link from YouTube. http://www.actionfigureinsider.com/main ... gures1.jpg

Then he went over to the UNIT Captain and coughed (official Civil Service cough 12A - signifying sympathy and mild criticism)

"Er... Daniel? I hate to second-guess.... but your lads... Are they having some problems?"

"But.. changing the subject... It looks like we might have to do a little "sanitising". How are you off for High Explosive and White Phosphorus? I have some stuff in the van that might be helpful. It will have to look like some Second World War munitions went off and killed a CNN camera crew..."

"But frankly - and I'd take this as a personal favour - I'd prefer to use your stuff. I'm sure you can imagine what the paperwork is like if I set off a few kilograms just to render a couple of corpses unrecognisable..."

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Postby Quin » Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:14 pm

“Fred here, I’m with Quin.” Fred said after tapping his ear piece. “He’s making friends with a Weevil.” He added as he looked down at the creature, then back to Quin. He walked over to Quin, and put his hand on Quin’s shoulder, as he hear Derowen’s voice.

BW Before Weevil Quin would have shaken Fred's hand away and probably snarled a little at the man. Now he felt calm and in control. The Sword was still there, still affecting him but he was in charge.

“OVER HERE!” He bellowed down the corridor. “I can understand that.” He said gently. “If we ended up trapped on a Weevil planet with no way back, we’d be forced to survive, as they try to survive here.” He stopped as he heard footsteps approach. “You going to be ok?” He asked

Quin smiled. "Absolutely," he replied. "Pretty damn good actually thanks for asking. Apart from the blood loss that is. I got a couple of bites during the fight."

He swayed just a little as he looked down at the Weevil. "What do we do about him? I'm not going to kill him but I don't want him munching on the rest of the team."
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Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Sun Aug 24, 2008 1:26 pm

Fred looked at the Weevil, to Quin, to Derowen.
“Can Quin keep it as a pet back at base?” He asked

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Postby Saint » Tue Aug 26, 2008 11:45 pm

Fred looked at the Weevil, to Quin, to Derowen.
“Can Quin keep it as a pet back at base?” He asked


"You have to promise that you will take it walkies then." She replied quickly. Almost sounding herself. At the next sound, her face betrayed her.

The screams bounced off the walls. There was an odd kind of crunching noise that followed one of the suddenly shortened shrieks. Derowen paled and clutched the wall in front of her.

She had no idea what it was, nor was she prepared to deal with anything that might make that kind of sound. For the second time in as many minutes, she pulled the dispensing pen from her pocket, and began to change the settings on it by the light of her torch.

Eric looked around and heard the same sound. He didn't know what to really say. As he saw Derowen go against the wall, he held her up a bit. "I don' know what that was, but... That don' sound good at all. Careful, ladies. I hate to think what be goin' on."

He shook his head for a second, though, as he looked up at Grace and saw something above her head. It looked like a countdown of sorts. "Is that a... What the hell is goin' on?"

Then, he looked over at Derowen, who had the same thing, but it was a meter trying to move faster. Slowly, he rubbed his eyes and looked at her. "I know I didn't drink anything bad... But damn."

Shaking off Eric's hand, Wen popped the pen against a different area of her leg. She straightened up. “Doesn’t matter Cajun. We have to go back that way to get out, and we have to get past whatever that is to get to the Eye.” She didn’t realise that she was trembling slightly until she fumbled the pen back into the pocket of her jacket.

The weevil was, by now, secured in a manner that would keep it from causing any harm to itself or, more importantly, the team. Wen glanced at Quin. The quiet resolve on his face seemed at odds to the situation. She knew that calm only too well.

“Right.” Said Grace, stepping in. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. Froggie, what have you got on you? Just in case we need something stronger than a stun?”

Eric scrambled around under his trenchcoat and pulled out a 1911 Colt. "Ah... the ol' .45, trusted by all Special Forces operatives. Unless you're SAS and you're carrying a sub-machine gun for the giggles."

Theo looked around the room himself and tapped Eric on the shoulder. "Straight ahead, ol' bean. I really hope you don't have to use that rather loud slug hurler. That thing has been known to not leave many people whole."

Eric loaded it up slowly, "Well, Theo. It's not meant to. After the Spanish American War, we needed something that doesn't simply pass through a person with a small hole."

Wen’s whipped around to stare at Eric. Her eyes sharp, she regarded him as he loaded his gun. Beside her, Grace caught the movement and took a step backwards, the better to watch between the two.

“Right. Good plan.” Wen said after a moment. She backed down from the questions she wanted so badly to ask.

She looked at Nathan, Quin and Fred. “Since I know my way around down here better than the rest of you, I should go in front. Or close to it.” She turned away from them, hoping that none could see how pale she had become. It was getting harder to pretend that she was herself.

Theo swept in front of Wen and slowed her down a bit, and suddenly held her upright. "You're not going anywhere, Derowen... Eric, stop her, please..."

As he heard Theo, he started to walk over to Wen and helped her around. "Don' pretend, chere..." He saw above Quin's head and saw the meter again. This one, had stopped. Above Nathan's head, the clock was going forward... "Walk with me... Tell me I'm not..."

Then he saw the remains of the reporter and the cameraman, and the clock above them were going downward quickly.

With a sharp sound escaping her lips, Derowen glared at Eric. “I can’t let you all be here without me Eric. Don’t you understand? And tell you what? That you aren’t going crazy? Too late. Yes, you are walking beside a woman who had major surgery yesterday.” She stopped walking and stared ahead.

“Tell me one of you is ready to kill whatever did that.” She said in a faint voice. The bloody remains of the reporter and camera man looked as though something had literally ripped chunks of them off, in a manner similar to a shark.

Eric looked at Wen, "Then, you should know that I'll have to kill 'em. They sufferin' and their life force is hangin' on somehow."

"What?" She looked again at him, the questions in her eyes never escaping her. "They're alive?"

He looked at her, "Barely, but Nate can't fix 'em. Too far gone. The red numbers above them tell me so..." Eric realized he wasn't making much sense to Wen. He pulled the gun at them and waited. "But I see another time... Over in the dark, but I can' tell you what it is... Because I don't think it's human...."

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Postby AJHoyt » Wed Aug 27, 2008 9:22 pm

"Princess" was torn; return to her cool deep pool or keep feeding? The two aliens she'd just sampled tasted far better than the usual nasty ones that bit and clawed. She could hear and see more of the tasty ones ahead.

She worried the tip of her narrow tongue at a hard, inedible metal bit jammed between two of her teeth. She stopped trying to loosen it. If it flew out of her mouth it would ring on the stones, giving her away. Alerted Tasties had a bewildering variety of ways of hurting her.

"Princess" padded backward silently in the gloom, swiveling one eye behind while keeping the other bent forward on its stalk. The Tasties were grouping, using their way sounds. This was bad. Way sounds formed an auditory telepathy between the Tasties, allowing them to share ways to hurt her far more excruciatingly than a single one could. They might put her back in that awful hot place with dirty water and too much light. They might come hurt her every day like before.

She thought about her nice deep dark pool where she could simply glide away. The Tasties never looked underwater unless they had some reason to think they needed to. She could be gone without a ripple.

She was hungry, too. She could lurk in her pool until the Tasties passed on and later catch the bad tasting ones. But Tasties were such rare fare. She wanted some more of them.

"Princess" decided to hide, take the one farthest from the group from behind; a quick, silent bite--then she promised herself she'd vanish into her pool before the others knew one of them was gone.

She slipped her tall, wide, inflamed pink, and highly toothy bulk through a rectangular opening into a room that had another rectangular opening opposite the first. The first opening had a long wooden panel used to close it off. She hid herself between the panel and the wall. She leaned one eye stalk so she could see toward the opening through the slit between the panel and where it attached to the wall.

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Postby Quin » Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:47 am

"There is something over there," Quin wrinkled his nose. "I can smell it, it smells like Billingsgate fish market used to when I was a kid."

He stared into the darkness ahead of them. "Can't see anything but I know it's there."

He spared a glance for what had once been two human beings. "Weevils didn't do this," he said.
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Postby Foxy » Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:52 pm

"Er... Daniel? I hate to second-guess.... but your lads... Are they having some problems?"

Stephens bristled at the unbidden use of his first name. "No, Neville." Buggered if he was letting the suit think he was his superior. "My boys have the situation out here under control. Nothing comes in or out. Anything that goes wrong inside is not my problem." He hid his own concern deep down. If something in there had taken down the camera team, how dangerous was it? Who else might get hurt? Why was he stuck out here when he wanted to be in there, doing his duty and protecting... His train of thought was interrupted by Neville.

"But.. changing the subject... It looks like we might have to do a little "sanitising". How are you off for High Explosive and White Phosphorus? I have some stuff in the van that might be helpful. It will have to look like some Second World War munitions went off and killed a CNN camera crew... But frankly - and I'd take this as a personal favour - I'd prefer to use your stuff. I'm sure you can imagine what the paperwork is like if I set off a few kilograms just to render a couple of corpses unrecognisable..."

"If you're prepared to sign for it," Stephens nodded.


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Eric looked up at Grace, "Is that a... What the hell is goin' on?"

"Someone just died is what's going on." She had a grim look on her face and was swapping the stun gun for a .22. She checked it over and loaded it. She looked to Derowen to take the lead, but the woman seemed to be busy shooting up. Grace made a mental note to check later with Nathan whether it was something he'd prescribed. Any way, it meant the boss didn't have a clear head. Great, just great. “Right,” she said. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. Froggie, what have you got on you? Just in case we need something stronger than a stun?”

Eric scrambled around under his trenchcoat and pulled out a 1911 Colt. "Ah... the ol' .45, trusted by all Special Forces operatives. Unless you're SAS and you're carrying a sub-machine gun for the giggles." Then he muttered something to himself. Derowen gave him a strange look and Grace watched them for a moment.

Oh God, the world is mad save thee and me and I'm not so sure about thee... either of thee.

Wen led the way toward the sounds until she stopped suddenly. Grace could smell the mess before she saw it. It took all her best efforts not to gag.

“Tell me one of you is ready to kill whatever did that.” Wen said in a faint voice. Eric spoke quietly with her for a moment, then nodded toward a dark corner. Grace stepped back to get a clear angle on it and took aim.
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Postby MattW » Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:00 am

Foxy wrote:
"But.. changing the subject... It looks like we might have to do a little "sanitising". How are you off for High Explosive and White Phosphorus? I have some stuff in the van that might be helpful. It will have to look like some Second World War munitions went off and killed a CNN camera crew... But frankly - and I'd take this as a personal favour - I'd prefer to use your stuff. I'm sure you can imagine what the paperwork is like if I set off a few kilograms just to render a couple of corpses unrecognisable..."

"If you're prepared to sign for it," Stephens nodded.


Neville shrugged and produced a fountain pen from inside his (slightly singed) jacket. "Not a problem. But, presumably, we should wait until Torchwood leaves the tunnels before setting charges."

He smiled and continued in a dry, almost amused, tone

"And you might want to have a word with whoever's doing your electronic security. How did that camera team manage to get in past your perimeter? How did they broadcast to YouTube from underground? Cellphones don't work in tunnels. Hell... FM radios don't work, either. So how did Torchwood manage to communicate to and from the tunnel?"

"If it was just Torchwood breaking the laws of physics, I'd say they were using some of their alien toys... the stuff that they don't share well with others"

Neville shrugged again

"But...I don't think that any of our beloved Media has access to alien supertechnology. So.... is there some sort of wide-spectrum amplifier and/or retransmitter in there? It might explain why that psionic disturbance was so powerful and widespread."

Neville smile became wider and he looked Captain Stevens straight in the eyes.

"And... of course... that leads to a couple of big questions... Who controls that amplifier NOW? Who's GOING to control it in the future?"
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Postby Tavey » Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:51 am

Wen took a step backwards in order to get a clearer idea of what was in the shadows. There seemed to be a darker patch against the wall. Perhaps another tunnel was hidden in the junction of the walls.

She swung the beam of her torch into the crevace. Whatever had been there was gone, though a trail of water or slime on the floor showed clearly that they had been watched. She shook her head slightly, having no idea what it might have been.

“We can either follow that, or keep going. There are still sounds coming from the main chamber direction too.” She kept her voice low, but was still backing away from the the front of the group. She didn't say, but Water was pulling her towards the chamber. A quiet niggling insistant pull that she was having a harder time ignoring than she would have imagined.

She finally came to a stop beside Quin, looking up at him for a moment. She also glanced at Fred. Somehow they made her feel safe for a moment.

“I am open to thoughts on this.”

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Postby Tavey » Tue Sep 02, 2008 10:04 am

Neville said in a dry, almost amused, tone

"And you might want to have a word with whoever's doing your electronic security. How did that camera team manage to get in past your perimeter? How did they broadcast to YouTube from underground? Cellphones don't work in tunnels. Hell... FM radios don't work, either. So how did Torchwood manage to communicate to and from the tunnel?"

The Captain looked gravely at Neville for a moment. "What makes you think it was a cellphone?" he asked finally. "As I understand it, the more expensive camera's are well capable of broadcasting from some distance underground. And if that scream we just heard was any indication, they might well not have been too far into the tunnel."

He turned and motioned to the awaiting team to move forward and take up positions opposite the tunnel entrance.

"I suspect that Torchwood has been using some of their own technology to communicate. Who knows what they use."

He glanced over a clipboard that one of his officers brough to him, his eyebrows raising slightly. He scribbled something on the bottom of the paper.

Neville shrugged again

"But...I don't think that any of our beloved Media has access to alien supertechnology. So.... is there some sort of wide-spectrum amplifier and/or retransmitter in there? It might explain why that psionic disturbance was so powerful and widespread."

Neville smile became wider and he looked Captain Stevens straight in the eyes.

"And... of course... that leads to a couple of big questions... Who controls that amplifier NOW? Who's GOING to control it in the future?"

He glanced up at Neville again, before flipping over the page on the clipboard, this time frowning at what he was reading.

"First we have to assertain whether there is any kind of amplifier in there. Then we can worry about who has jurisdiction. In the meantime, maybe you would like to think up some of your magic to explain the screaming?"

As if to punctuate his words, another shriek echoed faintly from the tunnels. The soldiers at the entrane shifted anxiously, one or two looking over to him to see if they were going to be sent into the darkness yet.

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Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Tue Sep 02, 2008 3:11 pm

“I am open to thoughts on this.”

Fred looked at Derowen.
“We’re here for the stones, not some monster hunt.” He stated looking up at Quin, then back into the shadows. “We can always come back for it, if we have time. Otherwise we should seal this place off for good once were done.” Fred finished, as he looked back to Derowen.

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Postby brawl » Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:55 pm

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Tim Carlyle hated when they made him wear the uniform. When he'd accepted this job over prison, the deal was independent contractor, not UNIT flunkie. He designed the fancy gadgets and worked them in the field, they supplied him enough money to prevent temptation to fall back on his old identity-thieving ways.

Now, with screams emanating from the tunnel below him, Tim was quite distracted from his job. His cell jammer had already blitzed out on him once. He didn't need to get distracted from it again. Tim did steal a glance to Stevens, a glare more than anything.

"My hell," he grumbled. "This is just getting better and better." He never dealt with **** like this in his youth in Colorado, or his adult life in Chicago. He drew his pistol and fully unzipped his jacket. Screw it. He wasn't 100% UNIT, and that meant that Stevens couldn't rip him a new ass for doing this.

"One more scream, I'm going in," he whispered. "Orders be damned."
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Postby AJHoyt » Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:41 pm

"Princess" hid her inflamed pink bulk behind the panel, absently worrying the tip of her thin red tongue at the piece of metal wedged between two of her prong like teeth. She swiveled one black eye on its stalk watching through the slit between the panel and the opening of the room.

The Tasties passed the room in a group after a cursory flare of their brights through the opening. Their way sounds were low and tense, some higher pitched, some deeper. Their sounds began to fade toward that place of horrors she had promised herself never to return to. If they were going there she couldn't go creeping along after them hoping for a straggler.

She was hungry. Disappointed. Still wanted another taste before slipping into her long, deep, quiet pool.

She worried the wedged metal scrap with her tongue as she thought things over. It was a square with a hinged bar that swung from one side across against the opposite. She pushed the bar open through the square with her tongue, then pulled it back against the square. Push. Pull. Push. Pull.

She didn't understand the way sounds the Tasties made, but she knew they meant something to the Tasties. She thought about the last one she'd tasted. What was the exact sound it had made? The sound that had made more Tasties run toward her.

Making sure she stayed hidden between the panel and the wall, she opened her large V-shaped mouth. She contracted her throat like she was diving deep, but she didn't close it completely. She flexed her ample abdomen to send a jet of hot moist air from her air bladder up her throat.

She loosed a shriek, high-pitched and suddenly cut short, loud enough to echo.

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OOC: Welcome, brawl. Come meet "Princess". :twisted:
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Postby Saint » Thu Sep 04, 2008 10:08 am

Eric flipped around and heard the scream and knew it wasn't human. He looked over and the meter was hiding in the corner now. "That thing is waitin' on someone. Boss lady... I don't like it a bit."

As he looked behind them, he saw something very alarming. "Another person headed this way, and he's not got a lot of time. Because he heading to the not human thing!"

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Postby brawl » Thu Sep 04, 2008 11:00 am

OOC: How can I pass that up AJ?

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A gurgling scream pierced the air and Tim lurched forward. Stevens moved to stop him, but it was too late. All that was left of Tim Carlyle in the canal bank was the red beret he was wearing seconds earlier.

He flipped on the light attached to his pistol as he moved in. The light attached to the barrel of the gun, a UNIT designed weapon, made it bulkier, but didn't affect the weight of the weapon, which Tim loved. Move through the dark without holding a gun in one hand, light in the other? He liked it.

"Carlyle," a voice growled from his radio. "What the fu*chkzzzzz*" Tim grinned. The cell jammer was working beautifully. He heard a slight growl ahead of him. Something had heard the radio. He walked forward, gun held straight out. He waved the pistol around slowly, shining the light on as many surfaces as possible.

The creepy, crawly stuff was one of his favorite parts of joining UNIT. Dissecting a Cyberman they'd been able to pirate from Torchwood was just about the coolest thing he'd ever participated in, and he understood that was the kind of sh*t Torchwood did every day.

The growl sounded again.

"Hello?" Tim whispered. He stopped when his light focused on a mass of pink flesh, which turned to reveal a pink mouth surrounded by teeth. The creature started to move forward, her mouth opening wide.

Tim held his gun up and fired three quick rounds, into what he hoped was its head. The monster kept coming at at him.

"Son of a bitch!" Tim screamed. He began moving away, firing just enough to drive it back. This wasn't pretty.

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Postby Foxy » Thu Sep 04, 2008 2:38 pm

Out of the corner of his eye, Stevens saw one of his men ducking into the tunnels. As the man's beret fell off, the Captain spotted the longer-than-regulation hair of Carlyle.

"Buggeration!" he declared and ran toward the tunnel. "Carlyle, get the **** out of there." He paused at the entrance. He had his orders - they weren't to go in. That part belonged to Torchwood and, unless they specifically requested direct intervention, that meant UNIT had to stay out. But now he had a man inside and probably the one least able to look after himself. He toggled his radio. "Carlyle. What the **** do you think you're doing?" He was answered by static. "If he comes out of this alive, I'll kill him myself," he growled.

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“We’re here for the stones, not some monster hunt,” observed Fred. “We can always come back for it, if we have time. Otherwise we should seal this place off for good once were done.”

Eric looked over Grace's shoulder, a worried look on his face. "Another person headed this way, and he's not got a lot of time. Because he heading to the not human thing!"

Grace sighed. Queen, country and bl**dy idiots who got themselves into trouble... She turned in the direction Eric had indicated.

"You guys go on ahead. Eric and I'll tidy up and get back to you."


TAG - Eric (Quin - want to join us?)


At the sound of gunfire, Grace broke into a run. As they rounded a corner, she saw a man in UNIT uniform firing at... something with far too many teeth. She picked an angle, making sure she wasn't in his line of fire and opened fire.


TAG - I'll let someone else write up the fight scene ;-)


The guy's hair didn't look regulation cut. Grace wondered if he was a contractor. Happened sometimes, depending on the skill set. He was crouching over the creature, almost drinking in the sight despite the smell. She guessed it was his first proper close-up alien and he wanted to remember it forever. It was like that with the first. She tapped her earpiece.

"Brock, patch me through to the UNIT commander onsite."

"No problem, Grace, but you should know... man on the spot is a Captain Stevens."

Grace chuckled as he patched her through. "Hey, Danny boy, you short a soloist?"

Stevens recognised the voice straight away. "Grace, meet Tim - he was your replacement..."

Grace eyed the geek in wolf's clothing, the rounded shoulders and pale skin that spoke of too many hours hunched over a terminal, the wide eyes that implied that this was the most excitement he had had since they released the latest version of Halo. "My replacement? That was the best you could do?"

"You'd be surprised, Forbes. You know that algorithm you spent weeks playing with? He solved it in twenty minutes."

"Son of a b*tch!" Grace glared at Tim. "But I bet he can't make a fully functional rocket launcher out of the crap under the sink."

"Grant you that. Anyway, I'd love to reminisce about the old days, but I expect you've got something on."

"True." She turned to eye up Tim. "What do you want done with your little lost lamb?"

"Oh, you may as well hang onto him for the time being. "He's bog all use guarding the entrance."

"Understood, over and out." Grace hung up and turned to Tim. "Seems you're with us for now," she informed him. "Grace Forbes, by the way. And this is Eric Armitage."


TAG - Tim/Eric/Quin?


"We'd better get back to the others," observed Grace. "We can come back later for..." she eyed the corpse, "... whatever the hell that was, later."


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Postby MattW » Thu Sep 04, 2008 6:29 pm

Tavey wrote:Neville said in a dry, almost amused, tone

The Captain looked gravely at Neville for a moment.

In the meantime, maybe you would like to think up some of your magic to explain the screaming?"

As if to punctuate his words, another shriek echoed faintly from the tunnels. The soldiers at the entrane shifted anxiously, one or two looking over to him to see if they were going to be sent into the darkness yet.

TAG - Neville.


Neville shrugged. "Don't worry. BZ gas was the original cover story for the psionic disturbance. It's an hallucinogenic - like LSD - and heavier than air. In fact it was DESIGNED to work best in tunnel systems."

"Give us a few moments and Department 51 will have some talking heads on TV explaining that the stuff may have seeped into a few... unventilated... underground areas."

"The Tube will be fine. Good ventilation. However, some old bunker full of elderly weapons is really not a good place for some anarchist terrorists to have a bad trip."

"Can I make a recommendation? If your boys do go in... wear gasmasks and throw in a few tear gas grenades once no-one can see you. "

"You might want to consider ear protection, as well. God knows what all that gunfire and screaming is like INSIDE if we can hear it this well OUTSIDE"
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Postby LrShadow » Fri Sep 05, 2008 3:15 pm

Pain, delicious ever present pain spilled into the fog that was Nathans mind. There was a sensation of movement, although dim... but his broken ribs stabbed pain into his lathargic brain making him open his eyes.

'Well, thats not good.' he thought as he couldnt tell the difference between closing or opening his eyes.... if he even was opening his eyes. This thought worried him as well. There was a sensation he was rising, then a short drop and his rib scraped against the ragged edge of the other broken bone and he was awake with delicious pain. It was delicious because now he knew he was in trouble.... big trouble by the feel of things.

A sliver of light passed over head and it looked like he had gauze over his eyes. He tried to reach for it but either he couldnt feel his hands or where they were or he couldnt move them.

More pain and then he felt himself being hoisted into the air by his feet. It was enough to clear some of the mental fog even though he couldnt feel anything from the neck down. Pushing his ear against his shoulder he was relieved to hear a beep and it opened his comm.


"heeep... meph..." he tried to speak but his muscles felt so numb he couldnt get more then apparent noises out. Nathan stopped as he heard a shuffling sound from his right, it was below.... no, he thought as he realized he was upside down, above him. Maybe, he hoped, someone heard him and he could be traced.... or so he hoped.....

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Postby Tavey » Sat Sep 06, 2008 9:18 am

Brock tapped the button for the comm and waited to hear his instructions. There was nothing, save an odd shuffling sound, a clicking and a strangled sound. He leant in towards the speaker to listen closer.

"Hello?"

The strained noise came though again. Suddenly Brock realised he was listening to the muffled voice of one of the team. He punched up the frequency of the transmission and looked to see what name was assigned to it.

"Nathan, this is Brock. Hang on. You're coming through to the Hub on one of our private frequencies. I am going to get Wen to look for you."

He tapped another button. "Brock to Wen. I am recieving a transmission from Nathan. He is in trouble somewhere inside the complex. Patching you into his channel now."

Inside Eight, Wen leant back against a wall and listened carefully. She looked around at the rest of the team with a hint of panic etched onto her face.

"Nathan is in trouble. We need to find him. he managed to get a signal to Brock. Can anyone get a location from it?"

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Postby Quin » Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:04 pm

[quote="Foxy"]Out of the corner of his eye, Stevens saw one of his men ducking into the tunnels. As the man's beret fell off, the Captain spotted the longer-than-regulation hair of Carlyle.

"Buggeration!" he declared and ran toward the tunnel. "Carlyle, get the **** out of there." He paused at the entrance. He had his orders - they weren't to go in. That part belonged to Torchwood and, unless they specifically requested direct intervention, that meant UNIT had to stay out. But now he had a man inside and probably the one least able to look after himself. He toggled his radio. "Carlyle. What the **** do you think you're doing?" He was answered by static. "If he comes out of this alive, I'll kill him myself," he growled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“We’re here for the stones, not some monster hunt,” observed Fred. “We can always come back for it, if we have time. Otherwise we should seal this place off for good once were done.”

Eric looked over Grace's shoulder, a worried look on his face. "Another person headed this way, and he's not got a lot of time. Because he heading to the not human thing!"

Grace sighed. Queen, country and bl**dy idiots who got themselves into trouble... She turned in the direction Eric had indicated.

"You guys go on ahead. Eric and I'll tidy up and get back to you."


"Think I'll tag along," Quin replied. "Might be fun."

The alien didn't stand a chance with everyone firing round after round at it. Not Quin's idea of a fight, he stayed back and watched.

SNIP

Once the poor creature was lying dead on the tunnel floor Quin listened while Grace radioed the Unit team. Of course she probably knew everyone in the team. He wondered why she'd joined Torchwood instead.

"Understood, over and out." Grace hung up and turned to Tim. "Seems you're with us for now," she informed him. "Grace Forbes, by the way. And this is Eric Armitage."


"Quin Sanders," Quin said. No need to get friendly with the guy he was probably another red shirt. Quin would be surprised if he lasted the mission he seemed to have run into trouble very quickly.


"We'd better get back to the others," observed Grace. "We can come back later for..." she eyed the corpse, "... whatever the hell that was, later."

Quin walked over and looked at the remains of the alien. "Shame," he said softly to no one in particular. He really was going to have to stop indentifying with the creatures.
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