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**darksage**

"Gaz shoot with your machine gun and rip everything in those vents to shreds!"

**shroud010**

Name: Syth39
Personality: cold and ruthless, willing let anyone die to get his means. the few who are important either by personal friend or by objective means he will give his life for unless it goes against his goal.
Faction: Conclave
Class: enforcer
Personal History: at a young age he walked into a no man's land battle zone. as a result he lost his right eye by a piece of sharpnel. the chunk of metal casue surprisingly little brain damage but enough to create an alternate personallty suffering a extreme dimmentia blocking out pyschics with gruemsome images of battle and death, this personallty has a knack of appearing at the worst of times creating distrust and hatred for him in the conclave.
Family: anternative persoanlty, named quarantine.
Worst Fear: allowing the dimmentia to control him.
Hopes For The Future: curing the dimmentia
Motivation: search in private, kill in public, thats in my matto

**Mordoskul**

(Syth 39)

You don't know how long you've been running for. The corpses of the rest of your squad lay far behind you, lost in the maze -like passages of the Lazarus Facility. Your com crackles with mad, burbling prayer, in the voices of your squadmates. Rocketing around a corner, you find yourself in the Medical Bays, the sterile white floor coated with gore. In your head, Quarantine laughs gleefully, in hopes of more death. You can hear the sounds of combat around the corner, and the baying howls of things less than human. You can hear them skittering in the vents above you.

**Berserksteve**

Name: Strelok Tauben
Personality: Jaded and logical.
Faction: UN Lazarus personnel
Class: Scientist
Personal History: One of the few surviving professors from with the Lazarus project. After two years of living with the knowledge of his mistake the UN sent in the add the UN solders in their mission.
Family: A wife who was a fellow scientist who was killed when things went to kill.
Worst Fear: Knowing his work can't be complete
Hopes For The Future: The facility stays working.
Motivation: Complete his project

**shroud010**

unclipping the safegaurd on the hoster of my pistol preparing for anything. i raise my shotgun to fire two rounds into the vent in the north and south. i listening quietly waiting for anymovement, i quickly reload my shotgun to replace the two spent rounds. quarantine screams to get my attention to one of the corpses. a doctor in a mental attention garb catches my attetnion, i kick the corspe to find a man killed by something that made his body wither. in his hand is his personal jounal. i quickly snatch it placed it in my pack. to remember the oringal threat.

**Mordoskul**

(UN, not UK)

The flight had been short and uneventful, almost dull. You had expected more, to feel more, but only cold emptiness greeted your thoughts as the Lazarus Facility comes into view. The landing had also been uneventful, which was odd, due to the fact that they were landing in a warzone. The dropship was immediatly attacked by things far less than human, that had killed the crew, and sent you running for the Primary Gate. You slipped inside, and now find yourself in the main lobby.

**Berserksteve**

Strelok gets his pistol ready and tries to made his way the UN ASAP.

**Mordoskul**

( Syth 39)

A grate bursts open, and a stooped creature with grossly deformed and massive lungs growing from it's back howls as it leaps at you.

Pick a number 1-10

**Mordoskul**

(Strelok)

You can see a trail of fresh blood leading to the medbays.

**shroud010**

9

**Berserksteve**

Strelok follows in slowly.

**Mordoskul**

(Syth 39)

Your helmet cuts off the howl, and you sidestep the leap, and the creature slams into the wall, it rights it self, and growls, tensing for another pounce.

**Mordoskul**

(Strelok)

As you near the end of the trail, you see that something stirs in medbay 26, and you can make out a hunched shape, searching about the room, no, sniffing. It wheels around, and it's horrible once-man face snarls at you, and it clammers into a vent.

**Berserksteve**

Strelok doesn't take the change and heads back hoping it didn't see him.

**shroud010**

i leap backwards using my pistol fire several rounds into one of its hindleg's joints.

**Mordoskul**

(Strelok)

You move quickly, and as silently as possible, but you can hear things skittering about in the vents. Also, the sound of shotgun fire can be heard further down the hall.

**Mordoskul**

(Syth 39)

Pick a number 1-10

**Berserksteve**

Strelok assumes it's the team and moves to the sound of the fire.

**shroud010**

4

**Mordoskul**

(Strelok)

You move down the hallway, and find a Conclave Enforcer doing battle with a howler.

**Mordoskul**

(Syth 39)

You shoot the howler in one of the legs, the powerful rounds snapping it off in a gory spray. As you do so, a man wearing a scientist's uniform speeds around the corner, looking equally surprised to see you.

**shroud010**

the howler lunches but with less effect due to losing a leg, picking up my shotgun i fire a round into its face forcing it to the ground. i fire three rounds, one in each limb. with four rounds left i fire another two into its head. quickly getting behind i slowly back watching for signs of movement toward the door with my comrade waiting. quarantines starts singing as loudly about how our blood thirst beats demons or even the devil himself

**MeNotYou4497**

Name: Frankenstein
Personality: a happy nice to be around kinda guy
Faction: UN
Class: Psych
Personal History: grew up in a small town until zombies invaded
Family: dead
Worst Fear: giant mutant spiders
Hopes For The Future: no more zombies
Motivation: lots and lots of heavy metal music at all times to keep him exited and for the future battles

**darksage**

I reach into the med kit and start attaching a prosthetic hand. "Rachel, cover me, I won't become easy bait for these things because you thought one of them were your friends and didn't blow it to pieces. What were you going to do? Have a freaking tea party with it!"

**Mordoskul**

(Syth 29, DO NOT GODMODD!)

Pick a number 1-10

**shroud010**

(well you wernt giving me any details)
7

**Mordoskul**

(Frankenstein)

Your mind is filled with alien voices that cry out for warping change and death, their prayers threatening to break your mind. Ever since you entered the Lazarus Facility, things have gone from bad to worse, you were cut off from your squad, and then locked inside the facility. You are now in the lobby, and the dim lighting shows several lifts, and a damaged holo of a scientist repeating a greeting in an endless loop.

**mink580**

I lead my small following of howlers and try to find a way into the gate by digging or climbing.

**Mordoskul**

(Syth 39)

You kill the creature with a well timed blast from your Mauler Shotgun, tearing it in two with your weight of fire.

**MeNotYou4497**

i walk around weapon drawn trying to find a way to carry on (like an unlocked door, hole, ect)