Survival Horror - Second Time

I don't believe in evil, I believe only in horror. In nature there is no evil, only an abundance of horror: the plagues and the bl ights and the ants and the maggots.

- Quote by Isak Dinesen

Saito of Public Security Section 9 found himself on an empty, abandoned and eerily quiet subway station platform underground.

"I thought I was still sleeping in HQ." The sniper murmured, remembering that he was sleeping in a sofa to take a break from a hard day's work when he was in a op to take down a terrorist group trying to take out the Niihama Police Headquarters.

The one-eyed man saw that the place look dilapidated for some time.

"I need to look around."

Saito saw that the abandoned platform had a soda/snack vending machine, a security booth for subway police officers, platform screen doors that blocked off the platform from the rails and benches.

In addition, the sniper saw that most of the entrances/exits were barricaded mostly with lots of debris that it would take a while for him or anyone else to sift through.

Someone must really love us to be here.

For all reasons and intents, the station looks very similar to the pre-WWIII Singapore Mass Rapid Transit station.

So for the meantime, feel free to explore the platform.

Captain Fordo awoke to find himself in a strange tunnel. He didn't remember getting there there but he, with the instincts of a battle-hardened soldier, got to his feet quickly and drew one of his pistols. The other pistol was still in its holster but he was ready to draw that too at a moment's notice. He walked around the station for awhile, sure that this must be some sort of Separatist trick. Suddenly he heard footsteps. He whirled around and pointed his pistol at Saito's head.

"Freeze! Identify yourself!" he screamed at Saito.

"By Gorbachev, where am I!"

Zangief, professional wrestler and long time contender in the Street Fighter, had been jostled into consciousness when Commander Forto had yelled out. The giant of a man had found himself lying against some sort of rubble in what he could still guess to be a subway station. The feeling of regaining consciousness in strange places was all too familiar to him by now; fortunately enough, he was still in his favorite wrestling trunks and boots. It was not always as such whenever he woke up in the middle of the Siberian forests.

"Ah, yes the forests!" he exclaimed to himself, only vaguely aware of the people infront of him. "I was practicing the Siberian Blizzard on bear again, the tornado must have taken me too far. Again!" Proud of his own deductive skills, he shot his glance up toward Saito and Forto, as if to show off his theory. Forto's tension did nothing to improve his mood.

"You, man with strange gun and armor!' he called out. "Great shame you call down on fighting tournament, with strange gun and body armor." He lumbered over towards him. "If you lose, at least lose with fists, with honor!"

Saito instantly turned around the moment he heard "Freeze!", quickly aiming his Seburo M5 pistol at Fordo's head.

"Who the hell..." Saito was about to challenge his opponent when he noted his gear. "Wait a second... Is this a joke coming from Section 4?"

"What?" Fordo asked, momentarily losing his composure, but still keeping his gun trained on Saito's head.

"I ordered you to identify yourself!" Fordo barked. "And drop the weapon!"

He then noticed Zangief. Drawing his second gun, he pointed it at the Russian, in a Mexican Standoff kind of way.

edited 16th Jan '13 7:09:02 PM by FantasyLiver

"Those weapons will be the least of my wounds...."

The massive Socialist swept aside his red cloak, revealing his mostly naked and heavily scared body. Demi-human patches of hair, two of which formed patches on his shins, covered his body. It was beautiful. He'd gotten the scars largely by wrestling Ussuri Brown Bears in the Russian wilderness, but Vega and Blanka shared some responsibility as well. At this rate, he'd just be a walking mass of scar tissue.

"And the begining of yours, comrade. You face Zangief, the Red Cyclone!" His arms shot fully outward from his person, his hands open in a gesture inviting injury. "And you are one pointing guns unnecessary-like."

Red awoke, and found himself surrounded by big people, who seemed to be fighting. He saw what looked like an Ursaring, a weird armoured guard, and... Oh! It was that one eyed man! Red walked over to him and released Charizard, deciding to take his side in the fight.

Charizard looked greedily hungry.

"How about we introduce ourselves after we put our weapons down, yes? Besides, I'm not your enemy and we're in a tight situation here."

Saito challenged Fordo, aiming his sidearm. Although he was starting to lower it a bit.

Dammit. He's aiming a weapon at me, but he's not the enemy.

edited 17th Jan '13 9:03:45 AM by Ominae

"Captain Fordo of the Grand Army of the Republic" Fordo identified himselfm not lowering his weapon

"Now I demand that you tell me who you are and where I am and how I got here."

Singed came to in a strange tunnel of some kind, with some sort of standoff happening before him. I don't remember this map. How badly have the summoners screwed up, anyway? Singed thinks, grabbing his poison gas switch, being careful not to flick it on, and approaching the standoff. These are strange champions. In fact, I can't see their health bar. Actually, I don't feel... controlled by the summoners. Singed quickly came to the conclusion that a rookie summoner had fucked up and lost control of the magic, and had sent them here. He realised that the other people were probably champions as well, and that they may have been on the same team before they were sent here, so Singed decided to defuse the situation.

He walked up to the group, lifted his poison gas switch in the air for all too see, and stepping in the middle of the gun pointing, started issuing commands. "UNLESS EVERYBODY DROPS THE WEAPONS, I WILL FLOOD THIS... TUNNEL WITH MY SPECIAL GAS AND KILL YOU ALL." Satisfied that he had their attention. "Now, everyone with weapons, drop them. Threatening each other is not going to get us back to Summoners Rift." Warwick would be proud of my, er... diplomacy.

"Saito of Public Security Section 9 from Japan." Saito introduced himself to Fordo and to everyone else. "I'm in the same spot as you since I remember being somewhere else before I got here."

Saito then saw Red's Charizard. "Kid, I think you can put him away..."

Then came the threat of Singed.

"Okay! Okay! I'm holstering my weapon!" Saito then holstered his sidearm. "I guess the next question I have for you guys is what was the last thing you remember before you got on this abandoned subway station platform."

edited 17th Jan '13 11:30:56 AM by Ominae

Fordo nodded at Saito and holstered his two pistols.

"I believe you. What's the plan, then?"

"Like I say before, comrade," Zangief responded, "last thing I remember is practicing Siberian Blizzard throw on brown bear. In middle of blizzard in Siberia. I take it in tornado-wind to make it easier, because I was tired, and the next thing I know, I end up here!" The wrestler began rolling his arms in cycles, just to make sure nothing was displaced. It'd be a pain making his way back then.

"I was practicing for street fghting tournament, by order of President Gorbachev. I hope you all aren't thinking of doing the same, at least not with weapon."

Happy with the result of his aggressive negotiations, Singed let go of the switch. " I am Singed, the Mad Chemist of Noxus." He stood looking proud of himself for a moment, before stopping. "I was pushing top on Twisted Treeline when that I encountered Volibear waiting in a brush for me. Before I could walk him back to my tower, I blacked out and came to here." He explained. "I didn't realise his Rolling Thunder was so damn fast he could knock me into here. Wait, where are we anyway? This doesn't look like anything on Runeterra. Those holier-than-thou Demacians better not be tunneling under us. Do they not realise the might of the Noxian military will wipe them off the face of Runeterra?"

"Wait, are we even on Runeterra anymore?" He wouldn't put it past a rookie summoner to send him to the Void. They do have a habit of using me as damn support and walking me into ganks to save the carry. I need to level too, damn it.

Red saluted Saito, and put Charizard away. If Saito was here, that meant there was a good chance that guy who'd stolen his Magikarp was probably around too. He'd stick with Saito for a while, and try and hunt the man down.

Saito was confused by what Red did. Until it dawned on him that they met before.

"Nice to see you Red."

When he shuffled his left foot, the one eyed man noted a piece of paper on the ground. He picked it up and read its contents.

"If this note is right, then we need to move." Saito told Fordo before he added. "Looks like our next plan is to keep moving before..."

The group heard some sounds before some of the debris blocking some of the entrances were smashed through.

The Napad has made its appearance. Actually, three of them showed up. One smashed through the wall next to the vending machines. Another came down the steps that led from the upper part of the station. The third came from making its way by smashing through debris that blocked the way of normally anyone trying to get through the dead electronic card readers.

"Incoming!" Saito shouted when he saw one of the Napads charging at the group by preparing to plow through Zangief.

edited 17th Jan '13 1:55:47 PM by Ominae

Red released three of his best 'mons.

Venusaur entangled the entrance in vines, blocking of the entrance, trying to stop new mooks from arriving.

Blastoise prefered a defensive route, standing guard for the group.

Charizard? He mistook the Napads for steak.

Fordo somersaulted and took up a crouching defensive position. He fired one shot to the nearest Napad's head.

Charizard's attacks didn't have an effect, but Fordo's laser shot did have some effect on the Napad.

"Their skin..." Saito shouldered his Seburo C-26A and saw that some of the rock skin began to chip away. The injured Napad did a backhand on the security booth, creating a man-sized hole.

The other one was making his way towards Red and the others.

"Fordo! Keep shooting with your weapon!" Saito told the Clone Trooper. "I'll shoot after most of his rock skin's gone."

The one-eyed man turned to Red. "Hey Red. Got any creature with ya that can crack that thing's skin up?"

Of course he was referring to the Napads.

"Zangief! Incoming!" Saito shouted at the Soviet wrestler because of the Napad that was coming for him.

"That thing is big and ugly!" Zangief shouted hypocritically. A large orb of an unidentified green energy began building into his right hand, compacted into his closed fist. "But I am pretty, and big enough to kill you!" It was going to be a much different fight than with the bears of the Russian wild, but that experience might help.

"Banishing!" He released a ferocious backhand onto the Napad closing in, releasing the green energy in a localized explosion all the while. "Lariat!"

Fordo nodded at Saito's commands. He used every last shot in his blaster power pack of one of his guns on the approaching Napad's chest and head. Then, he pulled out his second gun and fired once more at the Napad's head.

The Napad was about to engage Zangief when he felt the Banishing Fist attack connect to its chest. The creature was forced to kneel for a few seconds to get through the pain. Afterwards, the Napad decided to engage Zangief in its own game.

It decided to charge again and grapple him like a wrestler would.

All of Fordo's shots connected to the second Napad that the rock skin covering his head and upper body were beginning to fall off.

"Eat this!" Saito fired his silenced C26A at full auto at the Napad's exposed red skin, watching the creature react to the bullets.

It's working. The second Napad growled in pain and collapsed, falling on his back and apparently killed by the Section 9 operative's handiwork.

The third Napad was still making his approach towards Red and Singed.

Red released his Raichu and Lapras. Lapras shot an ice beam to the approaching Napad, and froze him solid. Raichu then charged him with Volt Tackle, breaking the ice, and pushing the beast back.

Fordo switched his depleted power pack for a fresh one and was about to fire but Zangief was in the way.

edited 18th Jan '13 9:56:40 AM by FantasyLiver

They really changed the minion design this season. Thinking quickly, Singed ran around the side of the... thing, and threw a vial of Mega Adhesive at it, drenching the creature in the glue like substance. "HEY THINGY! CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!" Safe in the knowledge that his allies were not going to be affected, Singed grabbed the switch of his poison gas and turned it on, leading it on a path down away from the teammates, knowing that before it could spread the gas would dissipate. Number One rule of the League: Don't chase Singed.