The Fall of Vallock: Part 11"Did you hear Pavelsky?""About what?""The Ghosts, the ones that haunt the battlefield; they prowl amongst the living as if it was their domain."Here we go again. Doesn't he have better things to do than scare the latest FNG with these stories of the living dead? Antonio Markov thought as he started to patrol the security wall's perimeter. Since the initial takeover of the space elevator, he and about thirty others have set up shop within the monster infested hellhole. The entire place used to be a pristine part of Vallock, a place worthy of admiration and praise; now with the virus running rampart, one could barely recognize it beyond the blood and flesh encrusted buildings. It sickened him to see the fact that even those that were supposed to help reclaim the area were being led astray by the likes of the Preservers, a radical group within the Horizon company itself. It's just like the commander said, if we don't do this now, then all of Strangereal will be lost.
The Fall of Vallock: Part 10Status of Operation: Fluctuating/NominalDay: 20/21Zone 1013: GreenWhiskey CorridorMission preparation, the calm just before the storm, a time where soldiers did their best to steel themselves for the battle ahead. Depending on the level of prep needed, the duration of this event could range from a handful of minutes to a couple of days or months if necessary. Due to the fact that the mission on hand was a hostage situation, the moment was spent either getting basic equipment ready, reviewing PoA's, relieving built up stress, or just calling loved ones. For those that called home, the small amount of time being able to talk with family or friends was a bittersweet moment. For some, conversations were long and drawn out, the call just barely closing the distance torn between lovers. Others, despite the simplicity of their requests, could only send a message; a small form of communication to leave behind in case the unexpected happens.---Come
The Fall of Vallock: Part 9Status of Operation: Fluctuating/NominalDay: 20Zone 1013: GreenWhiskey Corridor"Everyone in the meeting place Shooter?""Prepped and ready Wraith, they've been mulling around for the last thirty minutes waiting for you.""Good to hear Sergeant....Good to hear."First Lieutenant Miranda 'Wraith' Nero commented as she and her platoon sergeant briskly walked towards a tactical briefing room currently occupied by the rest of her men. In the last few hours, news had trickled down from up top that a rogue group had recently hijacked and destroyed several orbital stations, not to mention taking several civilian workers hostage in the ones that remained intact. On top of that, because of all the debris, flying in for rescue operations was risky, if not hazardous for both parties involved. Luckily for us however, we always have back up plans for scenarios like this. She thought, barely changing stride as she entered the briefing room."Platoon, Atten-sh
The Fall of Vallock: Part 8Civilian Space Station FermiHorizon Corp. Planetary HeadquartersDay: 20 Edwin Tejezo, CEO of the multi-billion credit pharmaceutical company Horizon, had just woken up to some rather good news. The first reports being that his company had recently been contracted out to research and create a vaccine for the plague that the planet was currently under the throes of. The second was that his company's stocks have never been better despite the economic turmoil going on. And finally, oh so finally today is my last day of work before retirement. He thought, humming a jaunty tune as he walked towards his office. If it wasn't for the fact that the vice chairman was yelling over the holo-net, arguing over some schedule issues, Edwin probably could have had an uneventful day at work. Knocking on the door, the 65 year old chairman winced as his colleague replied with a vengeance."Who is it?!? Can't you see that I'm busy here?!?""It's me