Lazarus: Drowning in Darkness

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**shroud010**

Wraith took a deep breath to concentrate her mind into a symphony of combat skills and tactics, once her mind was settled she begin with a quick jolt of winds as the door open then a brief intermission of brass as the clanking of the grenade was toss in then the concussion erupted in a bash of sound then the entire orchestra began the song of war as she quickly ran into the smoke and fired upon any suspicious shape.

**black templar**

S-96 launched into the room scanning for any shapes as his partner killed anybody in the room. S-96 activated his cloaking device and began to sneak into rooms looking for anybody hiding by the 3rd room he found the suspect he was chasing, he had a handgun but he could not see S-96.
"There your are." The phantom taunted the man had fear in his eyes as he saw the glow of the scythe, S-96 walked to him and sliced straight through his chest .
"Rebels terminated!"

**halonachos**

I'll be adding a character soon, as for posts I think Black needs to fix his latest. I don't believe that the players are allowed to outright kill people, but can say that they wish to attack someone. In the Laz that this one is replacing a post dealing with an NPC was like this "Kremlin chases after the worker along with the other Conclave soldiers, raising his rifle he takes a shot at the Worker. ".

So you can swing, shoot, or whatever at the NPC or other character but you can't decide their fate. I'm not sure if mordo is continuing this, but that's how it was IIRC.

If I can still join, this is my character sheet.

Name: Josef Watski
Personality: Shy and quiet, but dedicated to doing his job and helping others do the same.
Faction: UN
Class: Jump Trooper
Personal History: Josef had always envied the birds in the sky, they seemed to be able to disconnect from the rest of the world and its horrors and that was something Josef wanted for himself. He first tried to join the air corp, but after failing out of flight school for being unable to land the aircraft in difficult weather he was transferred to infantry. Josef wasn't truly happy in the infantry until his CO noted his previous flight training, deciding not to waste the training Josef's CO signed him up for a jump infantry division. Josef was happy to sgn his name on the re-enlistment forms.
Family: Mother and father are still alive, two younger siblings who have already been kill in the fight.
Worst Fear: Being crippled
Hopes For The Future: Tranquility and peace.
Motivation:Freedom from fear.
Scars of Lazarus (if applicable): N/A
Strength:3
Agility:4
Toughness:3
Will Power:4
Intelligence:4
Charisma: 2

**Mordoskul**

Welcome aboard Nachos, and I am indeed continuing the system of turn-by-turn attacks, so I'm going to need you to pick for that.

(Black Templar)

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**shroud010**

Wraith ignored S-96 cornering the rebel, she kept her rifle steady while she searched every shadow and possible for hidden enemies.

**black templar**

6 please.

**Mordoskul**

(Conclave)

As the nonstandard rushes into the corridor, S-96 proves the faster, and buries the glowing neural scythe into the back of the rebel, who shudders as synapses misfire in his brain. Twitching madly, he sinks to the floor, blood spurting from his mouth as he severs his tongue with snapping teeth. As Wraith checks the corridor for any threats, a grenade pings down the hallway, landing at her feet.

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**Mordoskul**

(UN)

OOC:

Darksage, Nachos, how about your characters interact and roleplay a bit before you land?

**shroud010**

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**halonachos**

Josef sat in his harness, examining and re-examining his jump pack for any faults in any of the symptoms. He knew it was still in testing and that it could be prone to mechanical failures if it wasn't properly taken care of but Josef had cared for it like a newborn infant. As he wiped away a speck of dust he checked the wires and cables. He also knew what would happen should the pack fail, "splat." he said softly to himself.

One of the other guys had introduced another as a blank, Josef wasn't too sure if a blank could change. They had been taught that they were faceless enemies, that they were more or less like insects following a queen bee, a hive mentality. Never the less Josef kept his concern to himself, there was no reason to start trouble and raise tension because there would be plenty of tension soon enough. He watched the blank named James shift in his seat and try to sleep while the other two he had been talking to continued to talk amongst themselves. One of the men caught his eye, he was wearing non-issue clothing and was bandaged up like he had already been fighting or something. It unsettled him, there was just something about his physical being that worried him. Josef shook the though from his head as he returned to his work of checking his pack.

"So, you're in the Jump Infantry eh?" Denny asked, "Wouldn't mind one of those things you know."

"This jump pack is experimental, makes us fly through the air for a short amount of time before you slowly come back to the ground. Needs to be taken care of so you don't crash into ground and lose life." Josef said quietly as if reciting from a manual.

"Regular ray of sunshine then." Denny said as he looked at Halfgar.

"So how do you plan on getting out into the field, just drop out of the ship?" Denny asked while Halfgar grinned.

"Get out of ship, launch into air, and attack enemy position. It is jump pack, not parachute." Josef replied, wiping another spot of dust from a meter.

"Alright then..." Denny said sitting back in his seat before quickly leaning forward again, "Say, we're you from friend and what's your name when we have to scrape you from the ground."

"Name is Josef, from Ukraine, family moved to America during war against Conclave after invasion." Josef continued to not look Denny in the face.

"Okay, fine enough I guess." Denny finished as he sat back in his seat. Josef breathed a sigh of relief as Denny was finally done talking to him.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

MORDO WHY DIDN'T YOU PM ME YOU WERE RESTARTING YOU $*@%ER!
Can I still join with the original Gaz?

**Mordoskul**

Welcome back, Gaz! There may be a delay between posts as I'm on vacation, but I'll do my best to make a post at least once a day.

(Wraith)

The expanding dome of shrapnel tears Wraith from her feet in a literal and gory fashion, leaving the smoking, rupturing stumps emit the freakishly pleasant smell of roasting pork as Wraith's vision swims.

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(Templar, feel free to take actions.)

**Vulkan_He'stan**

Player: Vulkan_He'stan
Name: Gaz
Personality: Humorous laughs a lot
Faction: UM Remenant
Class: assault trooper
Personal History: Has been in the military all of his working life
Family: very poor
Worst Fear: clowns
Hopes For The Future: to see his son again
Motivation: His son
Scars of Lazarus: Advantage;Strategic Dismemberment, Disadvantage; hallucinations
Strength: 5
Agility: 3
Toughness: 6
Will Power: 2
Intelligence: 2
Charisma: 2

**Lyzin Locrian**

Kevin didn't like flying in these stupid planes. They made him sweat, made him feel sick, and his ears would always go pop. Then there was the harness, he really didn't like the harness. Damn harness made him fell like he was trapped, like he was stuck in this material realm, help back from his true potential by invisble arms.

That was of course far from the truth. He could at any point remove himself from his body and be free to travel about in mind only, as he often did. But for now, he was stuck in this stupid harness, with nothing to do but listen to the people around him blab on about whatever happened to be on there simple minds at the time.

Right now, some guy with an austrailian accent was chatting it out with a jump trooper who seemed to not really care at all about what the guy had to say. Kevin didn't blame him, the guy seemed like quite an annoance, and Kevin was happy to be ignoring him as well.

"Hey you, sweaty guy, you're the pysch right?"

Kevin realised the guy was talking to him now, and Kevin didn't really feel like talking. He levitated a piece of gum out of his bag and popped it into this mouth, that might shut up the guy, and it would also help his ears.

"I guess that answers my question. Say what's your name pysch?"

"Ugh" Kevin slumped back into his seat, hoping the guy would get the message that he didn't want to chat.

"Fine then don't answer me. Just like the jump trooper and the blank, not very social."

The big man sitting near the guy chuckled loudly.

Blank? Kevin didn't know the had a blank here. He looked over at the person sitting next to the guy, he seemed to be asleep.

That must be him Kevin thought to himself. It wasn't often that he could get a glimpse into the mind of a blank, usually they weren't all that special, but perhaps this one was different. This really wasn't the place to be jumping into peoples minds, but Kevin would risk it to see what layed within this man's head.

Slowly he let his mind slip away from his body untill eventually it was free of its fleshy cage. His body went limp, and he started to drool, to everyone else it would look like he had passed out, they wouldn't know what he was up to. His mind made its way down the line, slipping past all those who sat between it and the blank, even just passing by them briefly gave him a little glimpse into their thoughts, none caught his eye.

Finally he was hovering over the blank, prepareing himself for the plunge into his mind. When he was finally ready, he lept in.

**halonachos**

"The psych is asleep." Josef thought to himself, it seemed to have happened incredibly fast compared to a normal person, maybe this was some sort of innate psychic ability. Either way Josef was already unsure of the people surrounding him, there was an ex-blank, a psych who was passed out, and two idiots who would probably die as soon as the ramp opened. These were the people he would have to work with, he would have to work harder to make up for their slack and he hated that fact. He already had to worry about his jump pack and his own duties but to fulfill the duties of an entire group of people?

"gak." Josef said below whisper level to himself, the humming of the craft easily drowned out the verbal slip that came out from Josef's lips. He was incredibly unhappy with his comrades so far and he was sure that they wouldn't make up for that on the battlefield. Josef shook his head as he returned to examining his gear for one last time.

**darksage**

Shapes and shadows of malformed beasts shown off the wall as they ran from the sickeningly distorted creatures, It was the same dream James had dreamed a thousand times since that day of the Lazarus incident, since the day of his revelation and rebirth. It was more of a memory than a dream in true but it haunted him every time he would doze or nod off, he only called it sleep since it was the closest thing any of the survivors had had to it since their escape. Gaz, Rachel and James were darting through the open door ways of the tram and finally found him. Dez, he re-saw the his friends face in every dream as he had, James had thought it was over then and there. Mycromorphs and Howlers were pouring through the shattered windows and would have over overwhelmed them if Dez hadn't blown the demo charge crashing the tram and saving their lives. He remembered how the explosion had sent them all tumbling and falling to the floor. Gore from all the hideous creatures washing over the walls of the tram. The memory of the explosion woke him back up as it always had. Cold sweat drenched his skin and he shivered glancing up. His eyes met the pychic's and from the look in his eyes he knew that he had seen everything. Poor bastard James thought to himself.

"How long have I been out?" James asked turning his attention to Denny.

"Only about half an hour. Won't be long now mate. I hope those rebels save some blanks for us." Denny said letting out a chuckle.

"Nahhhh." Halfgar replied with uncertainty

"Don't worry, there will be more than enough Conclave to go around," James replied looking around the cabin once more and eyed a jump trooper. He seemed a bit more quiet and reserved than the usual cock-sure jump troopers that had never been in battle but fancied themselves gods because they had a flying box on their back that seemed to explode or fizzle out in the air and kill the rider more often than not. "Experimental," He said quietly to himself, "I guess this will be the real test."

**Mordoskul**

Operation Anvil Day 1, Hours After Briefing, Above Chicago Industrial Zone

Speeding through the ashen sky at incredible speed, the blocky UN dropships breaking the cloud cover to begin their descent into the Industrial Zone, their engines aglow with orange fire. From below, anti-air cannons spit thousands of rounds of tracer fire into the air, shredding the fuselages of several unfortunate troop carriers, causing them to crash into the grid-like buildings of the Industrial Zone in orange plumes of flame. Shrieking towards the dropships come the blade-like shapes of Hunter-Killer drones, firing off their twin heat lances, the passage of which distorts the air as the oxygen is rabidly consumed by the thermal spears. Firing back, the dropships begin to dive under the guns of the anti-aircraft sentries, and into the designated DZ, firing several concussion rockets to clear the way. Slamming into the metal earth, the dropships open their hatches and disgorge their passengers into the polluted air of Chicago. As soon as the passengers have been released, the dropships take to the sky once again, doing their best to draw the attention of the drones away from the ground troops. Kappa Group is two-hundred strong and ready for a fight, with hardened veterans making up most of their ranks. All around the UN soldiers stand monolithic cooling towers that reach beyond the grey clouds that choke out the light of the sun, and like the rest of the global city that covers the Earth, not a trace of greenery can be found. To their surprise, what the soldiers do not find is an enemy, and this worries them greatly. Their thoughts are interrupted by a shrill wailing coming from a distance, an ominous sound no UN soldier soon forgets. "AIMPs!" Thousands of scatter-missiles descend upon the invaders, blasting them apart with high-powered explosives, forming geysers of meat and bone. After another three minutes, the barrage let's up, leaving you and perhaps another dozen UN troops alive. As the smoke clears, you can see shapes moving off in the distance, and a mechanical burbling reaches your ears as the shapes take on a more definite form. Several Suppressor walkers have arrived to finish the job the AIMPs started, their spider-like legs carrying them forward at alarming speed, their red photoreceptors glowing in the gloom.

**darksage**

The world seemed to spin after the smoke from the missiles had mostly cleared. James's whole body seemed numb after the impact. He was able to raise his head slightly just enough to walker surging forward toward their position. Killed straight out of the landing zone, what a way to go out he thought to himself before his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Halfgar running out of a cloud of smoke. His foot appeared to be on fire but if he realized it he made no move to put it out. Halfgar swooped down grabbing James from the floor.

"Over here! Hurry!" Came a shout in an Australian accent that could only belong to Denny. Halfgar continued leaping over corpses that were so dismembered or charred that if they belonged to someone he once knew he wouldn't be able to tell now. The sight of a small bunker came into view and Halfgar wasted no time charging for it. It appeared as if James's weight was no hindrance to the one eyed giant. He's a cyclopes James thought to himself as Halfgar plowed through the open door.

The bunker looked as if it had seen better day a staircase leading to the roof that looked like it would collapse at any moment and piles of rubble and bits of bricks covered the floor. Wounded soldiers sat with their backs against a wall cradling their guns. He had recognized some of them from his drop ship group.

"Nice to see you made it old friend," Denny said with the same stupid grin still painted across his face, "You might want to put your foot out though buddy." He said gesturing to Halfgar's roasting foot.

"NAHHHH!" Halfgar screamed upon the realization dropping James limp body to the floor and throwing himself on the ground and rolled over it several times putting it out.

"Halfgar, my legs are numb but I'm getting the feeling back in my arms take me to the roof and I'll take some shots at them from there with my rifle. If we lose this position don't forget about me on the roof. "

"Mhmmm." Halfgar replied in compliance and carrying him up to the roof. Halfgar set him down behind some sand bags and hurried back down to join the other. James set his rifle up on the top of the sand bags looking down his sights at the walkers and firing away.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

Gaz could see James setting up his rifle on top of the bunker, if he got spotted he would be torn to shreds, what he needed was cover fire. Gaz loaded his ripsaw gun and ran behind what could be loosely classed as a wall. He took aim and started shooting at the walkers eyes hoping to at least blind it temporarily.

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**Lyzin Locrian**

Kevin somehow managed to crawl his way out of of the recently made crater. That last missile nearly blew him into tons of little pieces, his ears were still ringing, and he thought he felt blood dripping down the side of his head, hnopefully it wasn't too serious. Dazed and confused, Kevin took a few steps forward before his tired legs collopased under his weight. He was close to unconciousness, he could feel it, he had to get to saftey, before some other conclave nasty decided to make mince meat out of him.

He rose to his knees, clutching a hand to his head to try and stop the bleeding, and that's when he saw the eyes. Bright red, glowing eyes, stareing right at him. What they belonged to, he had no idea, but his mind was already filling in the blanks. Malformed beasts, horrifyingly distorted things with minds filled with dark and evil thoughts. They were coming for him, they were going to kill him.

Kevin shut his eyes and pressed his hands to his face, trying hard to fight off demons within his head. They whispered things to him, things he didn't understand, things that could never have been uttered by anything alive that he knew of.

Then one voice sounded clear inside his head, still a whisper, but loud enough to be heard over the dark speech echoing within his mind.

"Put out the eyes. . . put out the eyes."

Suddenly Kevin was back on his feet, he was smashing his way through the rubble and wreckage, searching for something that he could use to kill those things. He found what appeared to be part of a wing from one of the crashed drop ships. It was long, heavy, and sharp, it would work.

Reaching out with his mind he grasped the wing with invisible hands, and with what strength he could muster, he hurled it towards those red eyes.

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**NHnighthawk13x**

OOC Nice to see this post up and running again

Name: mack
Personality: always laughing and very humorous
Faction: UN remnents
Class: heavy assault trooper
Personal History: lost his family at a young age (murdered by conclave)
Family: none ,adopted mother and father
Worst Fear: operations and exposed organs
Hopes For The Future: to take revenge.
Motivation: to survive every battle.
Strength: 4
Agility: 3
Toughness: 3
Will Power: 3
Intelligence: 5
Charisma:2

**Mordoskul**

Operation Anvil- Day 1: War and Pieces

Willing the jagged shard of still glowing metal to rise from the torn metal earth, Kevin sends it spearing towards one of the Suppressors at incredible speed, impaling the walker's central eye and driving clean into the metal chassis, skewering the slave-brain controlling the machine. Twitching and flailing its legs about, the Suppressor crashes to the ground in a heap of metal, its eye shining no more. Nearby, Gaz briefly exposes himself by stepping out of cover, sending a stream of lead from his roaring ripsaw at one of the walkers, sawing through its front legs even as the Suppressor pivots and fires its Mauler shotguns at the heavy assault trooper. However, its fall has made its aim poor, and the lethal slugs whistle harmlessly around Gaz. From around the wreckage of a ruined dropship comes a squad of Enforcers, their shotguns making short and messy work of wounded UN soldiers, spreading their remains around the LZ. Standing with the Enforcers is an officer with his tremor sword brandished proudly, lifting his face out of the arterial spray as he uses that same sword to hack the head from a downed sniper. Rushing out of cover, ripsaw roaring, Halfgar runs headlong into the group, howling and gnashing his teeth as he enters a furious trance of death.

"Nyyyyyyyaaaaaahhhhh!"

Caught by surprise at the giant's arrival, the officer barely escapes with his life as the Enforcer before him is ripped in half by the massive man's rifle. An Enforcer to Halfgar's left attempts an attack with his shock baton, the glowing mace connecting with the back of the trooper's knee, causing Halfgar to fall to his knees. Taking advantage of the perceived weakness, the officer charges in, sword poised for a kill-stroke. Lurching forward, Halfgar wraps a massive fist around the officer's head, completely engulfing the fleshly globe. With contemptuous ease, the giant closes his fist, causing the officer to spasm wildly as his head bursts from Halfgar's fingers. Hurling the body towards the sole remaining Enforcer, Halfgar destroys the blank's body utterly with a burst of ripsaw fire. From the gloom, the glowing eye of the remaining Suppressor can be seen as the machine bears down on Halfgar from behind.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

how many of the suppressors are left?

**Lyzin Locrian**

OOC: Only one suppressor left it seems.

**Mordoskul**

There is one remaining Suppressor.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

Gaz looked around the corner to see the piercing red eyes of the final suppressor, ducking back he could see several people still in the open dazed from the attack.
He leaned back around the corner and aimed at the eyes, he hoped the others were also shooting at the machine.

4 for the shooting

**NHnighthawk13x**

OOC: I wrote myself in after just reading through the older posts I hope this is ok !
BIC:
Mack wakes up after being hit by the barrage of missiles he has survived the attack by taking cover under crashed drop ship. He pulls himself out of the wreckage with only a few scrapes to his PLEX Armour which he
is very thankful of it for saving his life. He stumbles out onto the open ground with his gun held high he sees gaz taking cover by a corner, Mack breaks into a sprint and rushes to Gaz all the time he can still hear bullets
screeching past his helmet.

**darksage**

"God." James mutters to himself at the sight of Halfgar's lethal charge and then takes takes aim at the suppressor charging in on Halfgar's position, and takes a shot.

**Mordoskul**

Sorry about the long wait, guys, posts tomorrow!

**Mordoskul**

(Gaz)

The Ripsaw screams as it pours a stream of lead into the Suppressor's leg, causing the machine to topple to the ground like a child's toy.

(Mack. James)

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