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- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- aang,
- ahava,
- brainiac 5,
- cale tucker,
- captain kirk,
- dean winchester,
- demon alessa,
- dustin silver,
- erwin fischer,
- fletcher tringham,
- gauron,
- gwen mackenzie,
- haku,
- inara serra,
- jaime reyes,
- jamie hemeros,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kate bishop,
- kaylee frye,
- kazami shiro,
- komali,
- luis sera,
- luke skywalker,
- lyle norg,
- malcolm reynolds,
- mara jade,
- matt olsen,
- meluly,
- nathaniel richards/iron lad,
- nova terra,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- plays-in-traffic,
- red devil,
- rhiow,
- robin,
- roy mustang,
- russel tringham,
- sam winchester,
- samus aran,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- spider-man,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- tess lee,
- the major,
- wyn callahan,
- zelda and sheik
I can feel the madness slowly creeping in...
It is that time again, meatship.
Once again, the King of Nightmares has deigned to spread his touch to all of your dreams.
This time, however, he has decided to give them a much more personal touch, sending his very own children to visit each and every one of you, slowly sowing the seeds of madness within all of you.
Such a kind and loving king he is, isn't he?
[ooc: Alright folks, Nightmare King is ramping things up a bit. These nightmares are a good bit more dangerous now, and he's sending in his minions to make things a little more real. The nightmares will be of a much more serious nature this time, designed to start driving the crew slowly insane. Characters are more likely to run into nightmare minions in the guise of someone or something that will tug at the edges of their sanity. Also, this time, the characters can have joint dreams, as these nightmares are of a more mystical nature this time. Once again, tagging in isn't mandatory, but if you want to, go crazy (literally)!]
[Additional Note: Any injuries won't be carrying over to real life at this point in the plot but don't worry, we'll get there eventually!]
Once again, the King of Nightmares has deigned to spread his touch to all of your dreams.
This time, however, he has decided to give them a much more personal touch, sending his very own children to visit each and every one of you, slowly sowing the seeds of madness within all of you.
Such a kind and loving king he is, isn't he?
[ooc: Alright folks, Nightmare King is ramping things up a bit. These nightmares are a good bit more dangerous now, and he's sending in his minions to make things a little more real. The nightmares will be of a much more serious nature this time, designed to start driving the crew slowly insane. Characters are more likely to run into nightmare minions in the guise of someone or something that will tug at the edges of their sanity. Also, this time, the characters can have joint dreams, as these nightmares are of a more mystical nature this time. Once again, tagging in isn't mandatory, but if you want to, go crazy (literally)!]
[Additional Note: Any injuries won't be carrying over to real life at this point in the plot but don't worry, we'll get there eventually!]
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She knew this place, it was the hall where they had fought HAL, and true enough, there he was, glowing at them from the wall. Shadowy figures were visible through the translucent force fields. People who had been in the fight, people she hadn't noticed in the fray. There below HAL's glowing eye, was the inert body of Jaime Reyes. She didn't know the boy, but she remembered his 'death.' It had struck hard that their leader was dead. She glared at the red eye in the wall. But then she blinked and it was gone. She whirled, gripping her rifle tightly as she scanned the room for the rampant AI. Whirling again, she came suddenly face to face with the construct. 'His' burning red eye reflected in her faceplate as she stared at him through the polarized glass.
Hello Kelly. Did you miss me?
She ignored the thing, turning away from it as she strode toward her team. She could see Katara, Danny, that Booth person, Sokka fighting for their lives against those killer robots they'd been put up against. Starting to jog, she quickly pushed herself to top speed, blazing across the floor toward her team members. She was closing fast, only a few hundred feet to go, but just as she was about to reach them, she slammed into a new wall, bouncing off as her armor's shields flared. Sliding across the floor, she dug her fingers in to throw herself back to her feet. There was a laugh from behind her, and she turned, emptying her clip at the AI. Shields sprang up, deflecting the useless bullets, before HAL laughed again.
Look, Kelly. See your friends? Shouldn't you be there protecting them? Didn't you promise you'd be there for them? A fanged mouth split across the AI's 'face' great, pointed teeth curling into a cruel grin as the mouth began to speak. Why don't you go to them? Or are you useless without your little team?
And then she saw them, littered on the ground around her, the bodies of her brothers and sisters. Every SPARTAN-II she had ever served with. James, Kurt, Fhajad, Linda, Fred, Solomon...John. All dead. Shattered helmets, armor riddled with plasma burns, charred skin and blood showing through gaping holes in the alloy. Gritting her teeth, she kept her silence, taking off in their direction, but in that moment, there was a piercing cry from the other direction. Katara went down, a robot's fist through her abdomen, she was screaming. Danny moved to protect her, but one of the constructs took his head off before he could turn intangible.
Booth was wounded and Sokka was fighting hard, his shotgun, out of ammo, lying discarded at his feet as he hacked and slashed with his sword. She watched, unable to move as the constructs rushed the boy. They seemed to swarm around him, an inconsequential number falling from his strokes as more and more joined the mob, slowly crushing him under the sheer weight. Clenching her fists, she took off again, back toward the boy, toward her team now, but this time, HAL cut her off, rounding on her with a wide, fanged grin.
Poor little Spartan. You've been lied to your entire life. You don't even know what you are. A freak, and experiment. A failure. You can't save anyone, you can't even save yourself.
The Spartan pushed past him, she had to get to Booth, to Sokka. She saw the boy's sword flash in the light and a smirk spread across her face. "Keep it up, kid. I'm coming."
She pushed herself harder, faster than she could remember ever pushing before. But just as she was about to reach the last of her teammates, Booth's chest exploded, gore spraying the boy fighting to protect him. Sokka whirled, a look of horror on his face, just as a barbed tentacle rammed through his midsection. Blood spurted from his mouth as her eyes widened, all around her, crew member were falling, dying. Everyone she'd met, her friends, Wyn, Sherry, Leon, Samus, Meluly.
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This wasn't real, couldn't be real. But it hurt. She was hurt. She could feel herself ebbing away, even as she lashed out at the tentacles the flooded over her holding her down, stabbing, slamming across her bettered body, battering her near senseless. This was it, wasn't it? She'd failed, she'd let them all die. With a strangled cry she fought back against the hard light projections, but she'd lost too much blood. She couldn't fight anymore, she just wanted to sleep, just close her eyes and rest. Let it end.
Vague, she heard HAL's voice in the distance. The damned thing was laughing. What a failure. How could you save anything? Mission Failed, Spartan. Mission Failed.
This couldn't be it. This wasn't it. Wake up. Wake up. Why wasn't she waking up?! It couldn't end like this.
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The place he found himself in not one that his dreams had ever brought him too previously. From the look of the place he recognized at least that it must be aboard Stacy, but the exact room he did not recognize. The sounds of combat however drew his attention after an instant as if at a far distance. Other sounds, a voice unfamiliar and artificial echoed to him, unable to make out the words at this distance.
'Vadum wasted no time in taking to a sprint towards the source of the commotion, the conflict coming into more and more detail as he closed. Swords springing to to life as he witnessed the combat far ahead, many of whom he somehow knew to be crew members, growling loud as each fell.
Closing in the voice grew more coherent to him, another figure coming into clearer view, familiar despite the damage to her armour now, The female Spartan. Even as he spotted her he watched as she fell, he would not let anyone fall if he had any say in the matter.
Giving a battle cry he leapt forward, dodging, slashing or muscling past that which lay between, grunting as some blasted parts of his armour or left gashes in his arms or legs as he past them.
Blades flashing as he reached the fallen spartan, slashing at those tentacles drawing their attention and keeping them at bay as best he could. "On your feet Spartan, this is not your end," He ordered sternly, growling at the constructs words, "Silence machine," he hissed, deactivating one energy blade and holstering it rapidly to offer her a one of his large hands.
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Once the tentacles were off, she ignored his hand, shooting him nothing more than a brief nod before she was off. Baring her teeth as she quickly closed the distance between herself and the dream HAL. She bent down to grab one of her discarded knives, charging straight for the grinning dream monster.
She didn't know what it was, but it sure as hell wasn't HAL. None of this was real, not the screaming pain in her muscles, not the blood she felt pooling in her mouth, not the pounding of her feet on the floor, and especially not her dead comrades. It was some kind of trick. An elaborate mindfuck. And she wasn't going to let it work.
The Elite was completely ignored for the moment. She didn't care about him, didn't need his help. She would have found a way to escape. Or at least, that was what she told herself. Charging headlong toward the glowing, grinning red eye hanging in the air in front of her. At the last moment, and wall snapped up and she skidded to a stop, slamming her armored fist against the barrier.
"You chickenshit! Won't fight me when I know just what you are will you?" She growled at the...whatever it was. "Get the fuck out of my head or I swear I'll rip you apart."
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Blades snapping back to life as he sprinted on after the Spartan, he would aid her, whether she accepted it or not. Looking past her he saw that red grinning eye, the seeming source of the artificial voice. A construct of some kind, no doubt with sinister intent.
Even as that wall sprang up 'Vadum turned and skidded to a halt beside the Spartan, growling as he tested his sword against the barrier, proving as impenetrable to it as the Spartan's fist. At that moment though, the faintest hint of a new smell met his nose, sniffing the air even as the Spartan spoke. "That stench..it cannot be.." the Sangheili growled lowly as he turned.
"You will...be with us" The twisted words an echoed whisper, those words sending a chill up the Sangheili's spine, he remembered those words clearly. Standing not fifty meters away another stood, the infected Sangheili's black combat harness still readily seen, energy blades in both hands as it stood there. 'Vadum knew that form too well and who it had once been.
Even as it had spoken, bulbous infection forms slithered and moved over the fallen bodies behind the second barrier, their infections quickly taking hold over their crewmate's broken bodies. Each slowly rising to join many others.
"Spartan, ready yourself, the Flood is upon us,"
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Ignoring the Sangheili's order, she scanned the floor, looking over the broken pieces of her armor. Catching sight of length of thigh armor, she sprinted over grabbed it, and pulled her sidearm from it, along with its extra magazines. It wasn't the most ideal weapon, but it would have to do. At least, until she could get hands on one of those energy swords or something.
Moving back, next to Rtas, she cocked her pistol and took aim. One shot and an infection form popped. "You take that infected Elite. He's one of yours, you deal with him. I'll keep them off your back. Move." She turned back, and the gun kicked in her hand again as more of the infection forms popped. But now the crew members were rising and she focused her fire on them, lashing out to kick away the infection forms that got too close to her, moving out of their lines of sight when they jumped for her.
Her gun barked, mowing down people she'd met on the ship. Samus, Danny, Katara, Booth...Sokka. Her finger paused on the trigger when she saw him, deformed and limping toward her, groaning. She'd said she would help him, train him, protect him. How had she failed. Gritting her teeth, she lifted the gun again, click. Empty.
"I need cover over here!"
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The Sangheili nodded at the Spartan's words, he had been one of his own in more than just species and he would be the one to give him rest once more. Kusovai had been their best swordsman and the infection had that knowledge and skill now. It had nearly killed him the last he encountered it, during his recovery and afterward he had pushed himself to become better.
With a battle cry 'Vadum charged toward the other, slashing both blades to one side. The blow countered by the infected sub-commander, the infection's retaliatory blow caught on Rtas's point defense gauntlet as it sprang to life.
Ducking low the Elite swept his foot out knocking the abomination onto its back before rolling to his feet, slashing down even as it rolled aside from his blow, scoring twin marks in the floor. Gauntlet brought up once more to deflect the heavy blow his opponent swung, the force of the blow staggering him back briefly.
He knew he could not let the fight drag, on he had to end it, for both the Spartan's sake and his own. Even as the beast leapt forward to strike once more, 'Vadum leapt in against it, twisting as best he could to avoid the strike even as he drove blade into the beasts chest, ignoring the pain that lanced through his side as he hissed, "Die with honor," Wrenching the blade up and out, splitting the beast in half as he had before.
He stood there but a moment, before the Spartan's call for help reached his ears. Not stopping to check his wound 'Vadum span and sprinted back toward the Spartan, ignoring the pain as he imposed himself between the Spartan and the infected crewmate. Ending the threat it posed with a swift swipe of one of his blades.
Though he may be doing his best to ignore it, the other might notice the cracked and damaged armor around what seemed to be a deep gash to his side.
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When he moved to cover her, she dove behind him, swiftly reloading her gun and whirling around him to resume firing. The problem was, the fight wasn't only on one front. All around them the Flood closed in, ringing them inside and ever contracting circles of infected crew members. Faces she'd passed in the halls, faces she'd sat down to eat with, all now distorted in agony as the infection forms inside their bodies dictated their motions.
She kept firing until her gun clicked empty again, before ejecting the magazine. One of the combat forms swung a tentacle at her and she dodged, kicking it away as she pushed the new clip home and chambered a round.
Turning to shout over her shoulder, she didn't let up on firing. "We need to find a way to wake up."
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Deflecting a blow with a gauntlet before he would cut yet another combat form in two, recognizing the faces of some that had been infected, he shook his head grimly and used that knowledge to fuel his will to fight, the parasite would pay.
At that Spartan's shout he gave a quick nod, a quick scan of the situation and he knew that the Spartan was right, there was no visible end to the wave of combat and infection forms. After a second he realized that there was a gap in the lines to one side, a doorway and a darkened passage beyond, a passage that almost tempted them to enter it. To another side of the room another door could be seen, substantially better lit, the problem being the horde of flood standing between them and it.
"Two doors, perhaps one of them may aid us," He called over his shoulder, pointing them both out.