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Post by |]_/-\_|\| on Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:59 am

Chapter 1
Extra-terrestrial?

Day 1
4:41 PM
Doom Storm Headquarters


Gabe was sat in a dark room, faintly lit up by two dim lights on either side of the room by the map of Mobius behind him, hung up perfectly in the centre of the wall. He had a rather muscular build, standing at about 6’5”, and was protected by some rather thick, hi-tech and black armour, with the engraved image of a fierce, demonic tiger on his left shoulder plate, showing his courage and the fear his opponents were to witness. His helmet was off, leaving his spiky orange hair and chin stubble reflecting off part of the light. He had a slight tan, and his eyes were a mix of orange and red, giving him a rather piercing look. He was reading through some reports of recent experiments with some new weaponry, robots, tanks, all sorts. He grinned evilly, noticing how well most of these experiments had gone. The double doors on the other side of the room to him opened up, revealing a trooper in similar yet thinner armour stood there, saluting him. The troop was rather skinny yet wiry, and stood at about 6’4”.
“Sir, codename ‘Falling Sky’ is complete and ready.” The trooper’s voice was completely emotionless and partly robotic, considering every single troop in Doom Storm had their emotions extracted from them.
“Stay here and guard the room.” Gabe ordered; his voice rather rough and deep. The soldier gave a quick bow before shifting to the side and turning right to give Gabe space to exit. He stood up, his movements slightly slow, before walking round his desk and leaving the reports on the desk as he strode past the troop. Due to Gabe’s size, the troop appeared to be rather small.

Gabe marched down the dark hallway, the dim lights barely outlining his tank-like body. He liked the darkness, considering his eyes were able to see a lot further in the darkness than a regular man could. It was a rather long walk, lasting about a minute or so until the door on the other end was in sight. He stopped only a couple of feet in front of it, waiting for it to open. There was a short pause until the large door started to whirr and rise up slowly, letting in some light. Once it was fully opened, Gabe cracked his knuckles under his armoured gloves, tilting his head left and right as his neck snapped. He stepped forth, greeted by the sight of several scientists all crowded round a computer desk in one corner of the room, with two troops stood on the opposite side of the room behind the prized possession of his that had been created. He studied it with awe: it had two large bulks of wires, buttons and metal plating which were placed parallel to each other in the middle of the room, with a perfectly symmetrical arch in the middle of the room. Hundreds of wires and pipes were scattered across the floor, some coiling round each other and attaching the computer desk and the bulks together. Immediately, the soldiers and scientists all stopped their work, turning to face Gabe before saluting him.
“Ready to serve, overlord!” They all spoke in perfect sync like they were brainwashed, lowering their hands but not turning their backs to Gabe. He took a step forward, taking a look at this grand machine in front of him.
“The portal is ready. At your command, overlord.” One of the scientists spoke out, his voice sounding rather emotionless and dark. Gabe slowly turned his head to the scientists, his eyes giving off a slight glint.
“Start it up.” He ordered, crossing his arms and fixing his eyes on the computer desk.
“As you wish, overlord.” The same scientist nodded. As he turned round, Gabe got a view of the back of his head, noticing the stitches on the back and the cut that had gone right down the middle of his head. The scientist tapped in some numbers and commands on the computer desk at an incredible speed, making it impossible to see what he was actually typing. After a few moments of some rapid finger movements, he hit a small blue button near the monitor in the computer desk. The machine started to whirr, creating some rather high-pitched droning sounds and noises. Within moments, a large bolt of lightning flashed between the two hulks. Gabe looked back round to the portal to see a blue translucent force-field in the arc. The portal was fired up and ready.

“Perfect…” Gabe muttered to himself, chuckling. “Test it out… anything that’s extra-terrestrial.” He called to the scientists over the noise the portal was making. The scientist nodded again, tapping against the keyboard rapidly as the others stood by, watching the machine that had been created. As he pressed the blue button again, the arc started to glow brightly as lighting jolted around the entire machinery, along with the entire room shaking. The centre of the force-field glowed brightly, with pale blue streaks forming around it as Gabe could slowly feel himself getting forced away from it. A huge white light flashed in front of Gabe and the scientists as they all turned away, whitening the room completely as what sounded like an explosion went off. The white slowly cleared, and as Gabe looked back round, he saw what appeared to be a Lynx on the ground in front of him, unconscious. It was a male with black fur and tanned skin, dressed with black baggy jeans, a black and red striped jumper along with fingerless jeans. His hair was black, combed over his right eye. Gabe was disappointed by his find, considering what he wanted was anything far greater and more dangerous to be put under his command than this weakling.

“Disgusting…” Gabe growled, pulling out his rather large and heavy triple-barrelled custom pistol. He pointed the gun at the Lynx’s head, mainly aiming for the shots to go straight through his brain. He hesitated, thinking about what he could do with the Lynx that couldn’t have been done. After all, this extra-terrestrial being must be capable of something neither ordinary Human nor Mobian could do. There was a long silence, but Gabe had finally made his decision. He slowly holstered his gun, not taking his eyes off of the Lynx as his mind started to fill with what he could do with a being that could be capable of so much.
“Bring this to the testing labs; make sure nothing is wasted.” Gabe ordered as the portal started to power down, the force-field slowly dissipating.
“Yes overlord.” One of the guards briefly bowed to him before rushing over to the Lynx’s unconscious body with another guard. They both picked him up by the arms and dragged him out of the room, his legs dragging behind him along his head and lower arms hanging; facing the cold concrete floor.
“What do you plan to do with the alien, overlord?” One of the scientists questioned Gabe, his curiosity getting the better of him. Gabe’s face was overcome with an evil smile as he slowly turned his head to the scientist.
“You’ll see…” He muttered in reply, turning round and walking back through the doors and down the hallway, leaving the scientists on their own to discuss matters.

The guards had dragged the Lynx all the way over to a large titanium double door.
“Zero-F.” The first spoke loudly and clearly under his helmet. A small red yellow light lit up brightly above the doors, followed by the sound of the elevator’s machinery whirring. During this time, not a single thought about the Lynx or what Gabe wanted with him came to their minds – only their order. The light above the door dimmed slightly and then quickly flashed a bright green as the doors opened to reveal the elevator interior. As they walked in with the lynx, its feet clipped the small curb in the middle of the doorway. The doors swiftly closed behind them, luckily not crushing the Lynx’s feet. After a moment, the elevator started to move up. Throughout the eerily silent minute, not a single thought went about the Lynx, only to get to the hangar. The silence shattered like glass as the elevator door in front opened, revealing a long and very spacious hangar with trucks and armoured personnel characters parked alongside each other, stretching on for almost a kilometre. The guards took the Lynx right immediately, heading for the APC that had been parked next to the only empty space. They dragged him round to the back, the platform already lowering and supported by two hydraulically powered valves. The soldier’s didn’t even think about safety hazards as they forcefully threw the lynx into the back container as he landed on the metal floor with a thud, sliding forward a couple inches before looking as limp as a dead body. The platform slowly closed back up as the two troops walked to either side of the front doors of the APC, both climbing in and shutting the doors. Oddly, there was no steering wheel or pedals to steer the vehicle, yet the sound of the 400 horsepower engine activated, the entire carrier vibrating only a little bit. The APC slowly started to move forwards on its own, making a left turn towards the far end of the large hanger bay as it accelerated on its own. The large hanger door on the other side slowly started to open up, letting in the sunlight with the added echoes of loud clonks and whirrs. Once the opening under the large door was high enough, the APC drove right out of the hangar and into the harsh and unforgiving desert.

Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as the heat turned the inside of the APC into a microwave for the lynx. It wasn’t showing any signs of recovery yet, although its heart rate was slightly faster than that of a regular unconscious body. The armour equipped to the soldiers allowed easy heat loss and controlled the body’s temperature, so they remained perfectly fine. Meanwhile, back in Gabe’s office, accompanied by a high-ranking guard, he was watching their location from a built in satellite with a crystal clear map of the area. The APC was only a small outline on the map, moving west slowly but surely. On his right was a black button with a small metallic microphone extending out right next to it, with which he pressed.
“Careful… this is the place where the other convoys have been lost,” He spoke into the microphone. As he checked back on the screen, he noticed the APC started to slow down. On a separate window on the lower left hand side of the screen, there was a second camera showing the Lynx in the background as it bumped up and down a bit. Gabe fiercely pressed down the black button again.
“And make sure you don’t lose that Lynx.” He growled, in slight denial that the Lynx would actually have anything worthy that he could use. Little did he know this was the complete truth, but he still wanted to try and use any energy it could contain for his new experimental project. The thought had wiped his frown off his face, turning it into a rather mischievous grin. As he checked back on the location of the APC, his eyes widened a bit, seeing it coming up to the part he had feared the most: Mossen Cave. The cave was large, perfect for a nest of animals to live in. This was where the convoys were always attacked, but this time he had a little help from Space Colony Monocus that already had its co-ordinates set up to the very particle that was directly in the centre of the designated location.

“Three…” Gabe mumbled to himself, waiting for the exact moment. The APC was slowly starting to pick up its pace again as it steered away from the cave.
“Two…” It was getting nearer to the mouth of the cave, and by now Gabe was starting to sweat. He really felt this would be an invaluable loss if the APC was destroyed or if the lynx was taken. The thought of it made him cringe.
“… One.” He whispered. There was a short silence, but it was quickly interrupted by a thin but powerful gamma beam shooting down from the sky and directly on top of the cave, within moments blanking out the screen with a sheet of white. This wasn’t what he had expected at all… had the convoy been destroyed as a result? Did the power of the beam completely whiteout the entire area around the APC too? All these questions buzzed around in Gabe’s head as he anxiously waited for something to come through, praying that nothing bad had happened. There was a long silence.
“Come on… come on!” Gabe muttered, gritting his teeth in anxiety as each passing second caused him to sweat more and more. In a flash, something worse than what he had hoped wouldn’t have happened did happen – The screen went black, with the two infamous words burning into his mind in the middle of the screen: “Transmission lost”. He gritted his teeth and frowned in anger; raising his fists up above his head and slamming them back down onto the desk with force.
“Bugger!” He yelled, clenching his fists tightly and wishing to throw his fist through the screen. From now on, he could only hope that the APC would make it to the research facility. He could already imagine seeing the APC turned to one side and in flames.

Luckily, the APC didn’t appear to have taken any damage. The cave was now one large crater that the APC was circling round; the two soldiers admiring the damage the Space Colony had done to what once was a cave. There was no chance that the threat would have been able to survive that. The soldiers started to feel that the vehicle was slowing down, and the units on the small monitors flickered before blanking out. The electronics had been fried completely, the engine had been overheated quite badly and the thick tyres had been punctured due to the power of the gamma beam. The vehicle only managed to squeeze every last bit of remaining electricity out in the last metre until the engine cut off completely, leaving the two soldiers alone with the Lynx. They both looked at each other before nodding, both kicking the doors down, getting out and running round to the back of the vehicle. One of the soldiers swiped a crowbar off the side of the APC, but as it wedged the forked side in the closed up platform, a rather loud bang sounded. There was little time to react as a soldier had his head blasted to pieces, blood spraying across the back of the vehicle and over the other soldier’s jet black armour, leaving several crimson stains. It tried looking to where the shot sounded from, whipping out it’s rifle and holding it firmly. There was just the desert sand and the sky, nothing more… it slowly turned to its left, and for about thirty seconds, the soldier continued to keep an eye out over the horizon before giving up. All he could hear was the harsh winds and the very faint patters of sand against the vehicle’s armour due to the strength of the winds.

“…” The soldier cautiously slung the rifle back over his shoulder, still keeping an eye out for wherever the threat might be hiding. As he picked up the crowbar, he could have sworn he saw something move in the corner of his eye. In response the soldier perked back up, but didn’t have enough time to react before his neck was shattered after a loud gunshot, the head bouncing onto the ground and blood spraying to the side. The body managed to keep its balance for a few seconds before it slowly toppled back and crashed to the floor, the armour clashing against the sand.
“Huh… no tanks or helicopters this time?” A voice mocked the guard. A dark grey echidna dressed in a black and tidy suit took a step forward, looking down at the helmet and adjusting his sunglasses… the name “Lenny” had been sown into the back of the collar. He spat on it in disgust in his own hatred against Doom Storm. “Disgusting…” He snarled, until he caught sight of the crowbar lying by the dead body’s feet. He picked it up, taking a look at how clean it was and how it looked nothing like a regular crowbar before jamming it into the side of the platform. He placed both his hands on the crowbar and, inhaling slowly, pushed the crowbar towards the vehicle as the valves burst, causing the platform to pop out and slowly fall to the floor with a crash. Lenny waited a moment for the sand that had been thrown up to clear, also thinking about why there wasn’t anything else assisting the APC.

At first, Lenny was hoping for there to be the usual stash of guns and weapons for him to sell. This time, it wasn’t anything like that, not even like the time where he rescued a slave. The sight of the unconscious Lynx puzzled him.
“What the…?” He grumbled, walking up the platform and into the back of the vehicle to take a closer look at the Lynx. It’s hair and fur was rather scruffy due to the bumps the vehicle had sustained. Lenny crouched down, sliding back the cuff of one of the sleeves to check for a pulse on his wrist. Out of pure luck, there was a pulse, but it was weak. This sprung a thought in Lenny’s head, and it wasn’t one he would have thought he had the heart to think of: should he let this Lynx live? It didn’t pose any threat, nor did it seem to be evil in any way. But he couldn’t trust this thought of his… it wasn’t the first time it lead him to make the wrong decision.

“… I better not fuck this up.” Lenny mumbled to himself. He lifted up the Lynx in his arms before resting him on his right shoulder. As he turned round to face the harsh desert landscape, the thought struck him about where the nearest hospital or medical facility would be… maybe there was some stored away somewhere in the vehicle? Just as he spun back round his eyes were already greeted by what appeared to be several metal crates. He knocked on one of them, and he could already tell they were reinforced. This didn’t bother him, as with a quick swipe of his pistol and a highly loud shot the crate blasted apart, revealing hundreds of safely kept needles and an assortment of other medical items that he didn’t even recognize. Keeping the Lynx here probably wasn’t a good idea, only because of risking Doom Storm units arrive to scout the area or even have another giant laser destroy the two. Without a word, Lenny picked up three syringes, placing them in his left trouser pocket before walking off into the harsh desert. He had no idea what he was going to get himself into…


Last edited by Dan on Sat May 19, 2012 12:19 am; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Gabe can't count and neither can I. He originally said "3 2 3" instead of "3 2 1" on the countdown.)
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Post by SauronRevo on Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:32 am

Is this how Dan got brought into Mobius?

This is awesome, I can't wait 'til the next chapter.
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Post by |]_/-\_|\| on Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:04 am

This is completely different from the main RP. It was in one of the earlier parts of the RP where Ramsten and Atika activated an alien device and Dan appeared. Remember?
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Post by SauronRevo on Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:07 am

Nope, but whenever I think of Lynx' I think of Dan lol
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Post by Dex on Mon May 14, 2012 4:03 am

You should keep writing this it's good :3
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Post by |]_/-\_|\| on Sat May 19, 2012 12:33 am

I'm actually gonna be working on a different story which is focused around a similar kind of thing, just on a different planet with entirely new factions including Doom Storm and the QME, which I only just put up a post about :U
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Post by Dex on Thu May 24, 2012 4:59 am

Coolio :3
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Post by |]_/-\_|\| on Thu May 24, 2012 5:12 am

Is Matt dead? Question
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Post by SauronRevo on Wed Sep 12, 2012 4:54 am

No, I'm not dead (I can't believe I just now saw this post from several months ago) just have had the trouble finding the time to roleplay.

But, thanks to my English class (cyber-schooled now, it's cool) I've gotten a new desire to write and have thought up a (human) story that I might start writing soon that will hopefully be written well
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