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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: end of the world news,
- !plot: pod release,
- adam malkovich,
- atomic robo,
- charles kawalsky,
- chopper,
- claudia donovan,
- dean winchester,
- demon alessa,
- hannibal king,
- jack/raiden,
- kazuya mishima,
- leon s. kennedy,
- marco,
- miku hinasaki,
- peter petrelli,
- ravager,
- satori komeiji,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- sonic the hedgehog,
- tess lee,
- the flash,
- the scout,
- zhongda
ZOMBIE POD POP! (zompop?)
[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: First, read *HERE*. Then, once you've read the overall plan, post your character into the main thread establishing them as being podpopped, and reacting to the oncoming zombie horde (since there is no Stacy replies to comment to, it will all be one thread, instead of individual threads). This can include fighting and/or fleeing if you want. Eventually, volunteers from Team Left Behind will rush in and save the day. Obviously, since there's no time for it while fighting for your lives against zombies, this podpop won't get the whole ||You have been Chosen|| speech from Stacy, so they'll have to get their answers (and pants) later.]
||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.
In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.
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There was nothing. You were going about your normal life, then there was a bright light, and then? Nothing.
Then the world lurches.
The chamber here is humid.
Actually, "chamber" isn't quite accurate. You're in a cavern, half-lit by an eerie greenish light, going on and on as far as the eye can see. The light is coming from what can only be described as pods, glistening, round greenish-yellow things, glowing with a pale inner light, outlining human -- and not quite human -- forms. Each is rooted to the floor, to the walls, with something black, twisted, and unidentifiable.
They line the walls of the cavern, go up in maddeningly high columns, curling and corkscrewing up into the darkness, until the light from them is like that of the stars, glowing pale and mournful in clusters in the darkness above. Twisted walkways and stairs crisscross, traverse the platforms in front of the pods, wending their way back and forth, up and down through the chamber.
You just came from one of those pods, broke free like a butterfly from a (slimy, nasty) chrysalis.
Now you stand alone but not quite alone, naked, not knowing how you got there, who took you, or why you were taken.
As your body heats up again, you realize the air is warm -- just a few degrees too warm to be comfortable -- and muggy; it smells acrid and organic, like freshly spilt blood and sweat. Your mouth tastes of salt.
The floors are pulsing under your feet, throbbing...
Wherever you are, this entire place...is alive.
Oh, and also you're naked and covered in alien snot.
And this is the point everything goes to hell.
You see, not too long ago, a psychopathic AI unleashed a horde of zombies on this ship, and now they were making their way to these very caverns, eager to eat the flesh off your bones.
Less than a minute after you've been plopped from out of your pod, you hear the sounds of the ravening undead horde making their way through the tunnels towards you, and it's pretty damn obvious what they're looking for.
Ready or not, here they come.
||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.
In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.
There was nothing. You were going about your normal life, then there was a bright light, and then? Nothing.
Then the world lurches.
The chamber here is humid.
Actually, "chamber" isn't quite accurate. You're in a cavern, half-lit by an eerie greenish light, going on and on as far as the eye can see. The light is coming from what can only be described as pods, glistening, round greenish-yellow things, glowing with a pale inner light, outlining human -- and not quite human -- forms. Each is rooted to the floor, to the walls, with something black, twisted, and unidentifiable.
They line the walls of the cavern, go up in maddeningly high columns, curling and corkscrewing up into the darkness, until the light from them is like that of the stars, glowing pale and mournful in clusters in the darkness above. Twisted walkways and stairs crisscross, traverse the platforms in front of the pods, wending their way back and forth, up and down through the chamber.
You just came from one of those pods, broke free like a butterfly from a (slimy, nasty) chrysalis.
Now you stand alone but not quite alone, naked, not knowing how you got there, who took you, or why you were taken.
As your body heats up again, you realize the air is warm -- just a few degrees too warm to be comfortable -- and muggy; it smells acrid and organic, like freshly spilt blood and sweat. Your mouth tastes of salt.
The floors are pulsing under your feet, throbbing...
Wherever you are, this entire place...is alive.
Oh, and also you're naked and covered in alien snot.
And this is the point everything goes to hell.
You see, not too long ago, a psychopathic AI unleashed a horde of zombies on this ship, and now they were making their way to these very caverns, eager to eat the flesh off your bones.
Less than a minute after you've been plopped from out of your pod, you hear the sounds of the ravening undead horde making their way through the tunnels towards you, and it's pretty damn obvious what they're looking for.
Ready or not, here they come.
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But whatever composure and modesty had been restored following his pod opening was forgotten when he saw what was going on: people. Well, some were people. Others looked more like corpses, and whatever the corpses were, they seemed to have nothing but ill-intent for the slimy, naked people. If Adam had to wager a guess, he was on team slimy-and-naked. Call it a hunch.
"I need a status report!" he shouted, his military training overriding any sense of panic that may have been welling up within him.
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"This isn't your battlefield. Unless you can fight these things barehanded without getting bitten, keep your head down and move with the others. There are no officers here. Your only job is to stay alive long-" He cut off abruptly to jump backward, both legs coming up to kick an attacking zombie in the chest and send it flying impossibly far away.
"Your only job is to stay alive long enough for us to figure out what the hell is going on here. Now move." He pointed to the retreating survivors, I've got this.
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"Looks a hell of a lot like a battlefield to me," Adam noted, his cool tone at odds with the fact that he had just grabbed a zombie that had attempted to come up behind him and flipped it over his shoulder neatly. Although his shoulder was screaming in protest for that action. Hand-to-hand was a young man's game. His kingdom for a firearm.
"If you think everyone running around here with no idea of what the hell they're doing is the way to go about things, then I'm glad you never served under me," he snarled, stomping on the zombie's head as it started to get back up. He ignored the ooze he felt under his bare foot, for the sake of his own sanity. "There are people here who are trained and have abilities that can protect those that are useless without weapons. We can maximize the survivor total if they flanked around the others and we moved as a unit."
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Yes, a gorilla. Or really, Marco in morph.
<So,> said Marco in thought-speak. <This looks like fun. Anyone know any good zombie jokes?>
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The tall alien moving quickly despite his size as he took down another of the walking dead with a crushing kick, "Not all are useless without weapons," he commented even as he joined them.
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"I said it isn't your battlefield, old man." Picking up the inert body with one arm, he flung it toward the large group of zombies, knocking several of them over.
"Look. I'm the rearguard. Those are the survivors. No one has died yet. These things turn you with one bite. And unless I'm wrong, you're in no shape or age to fight them physically for long. So unless you want to be the first one turned, in which case I'll kill you myself, move toward the !^@%ing exit with the others and let me do my job!" Shoving the man out of the way, he punctured abother skull with his makeshift sword.
"I work better alone anyway. Now move before I throw you after them." Because you know he could, Adam.
The talking gorilla was a new touch, but whatever. As long as he could handle himself. Maybe if these people could keep the rear open he'd move and try to help clear a path.
Nodding quickly to the big...lizard thing he drew closer to the group. "Not all. But this old man isn't going to much use for very long. Can one of you get him the other non-combatants? He'll be safer there."
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Man, these people were weird. But hey, at least the hedgehog had a sense of humor. That other guy clearly needed to lighten up. <Hmm, the Corpse Queen? The Head of the Cheerleader? His Drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend?> Marco suggested, as the knocked off a few zombie heads with his giant fists.
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"I've got at least twenty years of experience on you," he pointed out to the cyborg. "I'll let you do your job if you trust me to do mine. If I die, it's my own problem, isn't it? And yes, if I get turned into one of these...things, feel free to tear me apart." The zombie he'd elbowed was back up. And it had a friend. He knocked their heads together unceremoniously, although with his strength (or lack thereof), it probably wouldn't do much good.
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While he bashed a few more zombie heads - hey look, zombie braaaaaaaains! - Marco eyed the robot and the dude that kept arguing. <You know, I'm sure we'd all love to just sit back and watch you two have a hissy fit about who's alpha male and all, but how about you wait until after we finish kicking zombie butt?>
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"Everyone get through okay? How far to the--" Wait, was that a telepathic gorilla? "Dammit, don't tell me Grodd is behind all this?"
It's... not exactly Gorilla Grodd's M.O., but after their last few meetings, Wally wouldn't put anything past him.
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<Who the heck is Grodd?>
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Shrugging, he easily kicked a zombie out of the way, whirling a roundhouse kick over Adam's head, breaking the neck of the infected sneaking up on the man, he responded to his statement with... "Fine. Watch yourself, old man. Cause if you turn, you're a risk to these people and I'll enjoy tearing you to pieces."
Watching the assorted fighters, he had to admit, the zombies were falling further and further back, their ranks thinning, bit by bit. Good, he could go find somewhere else to help now. "You people, hold the line. If one zombie makes it past and hurts a single one of those civilians, I will personally beat the living shit out of all of you." He didn't know anyone in that group. But he'd fought hard to keep them safe, and he'd be damned if some moron would screw it up now.
With those words, he sank back into the shadows. There was a quiet thunk, and he was gone.
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And, back to Marco, "You know, Grodd? Your nefarious megalomaniac former oppressor? None of this ringing any bells?"
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Marco knew all too well how people could die.
<Maybe someone changed his settings to 'jerkass',> Marco replied, sounding cheery despite his irritation. <And nope, I'm afraid none of the nefarious megalomaniac oppressors I've known were called 'Grodd'.>
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"Listen," she said to them, "If you are willing to all leave, I can take care of these things. Do not waste time worrying about it. But if you stay...you will be less than pleased, I promise you."
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Leaping away, he landed near Alessa, smashing another zombie with his fist. "Enjoy this? No, I don't. But, at the very least, I'm directing my anger at something other than those who think they're higher and mightier than us." he said, answering her earlier question to him.
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He makes vortexes with his arms, blasting the next rank of undead clear off the face of the spire, their moans collecting with the mass noise of general unpleasantless in the hordes below.
"No," he says to Alessa, "We stick together, at least until we find out what's going on here and how we can put a stop to it."
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"SOLDIER." It was likely the guy outranked him but at least that would get his attention. "This is no time for a pissing contest. When we get weapons we can come back. You're only a distraction here. MOVE." Kawalsky turned back and grabbed the man, all too ready to drag him away.
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"I agree with Red, unless you're..." He stumbled, breathing heavily. He was exhausted, but couldn't let that stop him. "...Going to explode. If that's the case, just tell us when you light the fuse, and we'll get everyone out."
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"The time for talking is over," the girl said. "Leave, and explore the strange circumstances that has brought us here. I will be with you shortly. For now, go, or harm may come to you."
She didn't JUST mean the zombies. Hopefully they wouldn't try to stay.
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And to demonstrate, he sticks one of his arms through one of the zombie's torso's, waving at them from behind its head. The zombie makes a suprised 'urgh?' noise. Of course, if he was going to agitate everyone else's molecules, it was going to take an incredibly awkward goeey naked dog-pile to do it.
"See? Besides, I don't leave kids, metahuman or no, in rooms chock full of Evil Dead. That's bad form."
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