A Transport, An Officer, and A Sledgehammer (Red Faction Part 1)

Red Faction

Origin: Colonist (Drop-In)

Era: Red Faction Guerilla (50cp)

Background: 23 Years of Age, Female (50cp)

Abilities:

Tourist (Free) – I am now capable of easily adapting to new cultures, climates, and the like… This should come in handy 9in the coming decades.

Pioneer (200cpD) – I am now capable of surviving in conditions unfit for… humans. Alien atmospheres, vacuums, and the like. However, not lava or blackholes, at least those are the examples given.

Conqueror (300cpD) – The original ability is the ability to control, and eventually summon, the native animal life… and then, after word, befriend and tame non-sapient creatures in general. Interesting.

Equipment:

Recycler (Free) – A free scrap-to-ammo machine… Wonderful.

Sledgehammer (100cp) – A technologically advanced sledgehammer capable of delivering roughly half a ton of force on impact without affecting the user. As a plus, it can collapse and is undetectable by normal means. I could always create my own, but that would be rather… difficult to its specific make.

Auto-Shotgun (Free) – Now this is rather interesting… But, I can technically create my own rather easily. How disappointing…

Giant Worm (300cpD) – It… Is a massive, armor-plated worm… I am not sure how I should feel about this, all things considered, but I will accept it as a companion. However, it apparently doesn’t take up “companion space” unless “imported” as one.

A Transport, A Worm, and A Sledgehammer

            As the sea had given away to cold steel and a rather uncomfortable seat, I found myself upon what appeared to be a floating, metal ship that flew through the stars. The stars that could be seen outside of the nearby window vanished and were replaced with reddish-brown dirt and sand as the ship entered what I assumed to be the atmosphere of Mars, due to the pilot announcing where we were arriving. The other people, a mix of poorly clothed workers, vagabonds, and otherwise slowly stood up and began to trudge along out of the ship once we had landed and, as I had no possible reason to remain on the ship, I followed along with a dufflebag in hand that possessed my given equipment… Besides the recycler, which was back in my unused warehouse, and the giant worm whom I had no idea of where they might be located.

            The air was chilled to a degree, filled with what appeared to be a near constant blowing of dust and sand. The roads were noticeably rough and hardly maintained from what I could see, the vehicles large, rugged, and primarily meant for work from what I could see. A man clad in armor that matched the reddish-brown environment approached me and motioned toward my chin. I glanced down, first noticing my lighter frame and then the large bush of hair hanging off of my face… Oh… Right… A decade on the sea and no idea how to remove the hair in a safe manner. I simply reached up, grabbed the mound by the roots, and tore it away in a single, swift motion, tossing it all aside in the same, fluid motion. Come to find out, it was taped onto my chin with scotch tape for some odd, unknown reason and was not my actual, unkempt beard from my time on the seas.

            Next, he sadly asked me for my identification… Which, after looking through the pockets of my duster, my pants, and my dufflebag, I sadly could not find it. The man in question, along with the five others that he had called in with a quick mutter into his headpiece, seemed quite… upset about that.

“You’ve broken the law and you’re coming with me.” The one I had been originally speaking with stated firmly and reached for my hand with one of his own. Instead of allowing him to touch me, I simply stepped back away from him, quickly being greeted with the business end of his pistol aimed straight at my head while the others raised their rifles. “Freeze! You’re coming with me!” He called out simply. Why do I have to deal with such rude people wherever I settle… I can’t even leave a ship without this occurring it seems. All because I couldn’t show an ID either.

“No, I will not… I am not even aware of what specific law that you are speaking of. Now… Either lower your weapons and allow me to go find a home or I am going to turn your hand into paste. Eventually you will run out of bullets…” I warned and not a moment later I switched over to my original form, my very shape changing to the original that I possessed back when madness was the only constant, bullets flying through my body in that very instant. The dufflebag I possessed dropped to the ground, my body jerking and twitching with every bullet that collided with my gaseous form until, eventually, there was nothing left except for the shuffling of feet while they prepared to approach.

I dropped to my knees, then my hands, one coming down on top of the dufflebag while they approached, muttering into their radios as they did. They all began to reload, giving me the opportunity to let out a slow, careful exhale, and finally unzipped my dufflebag and grasped the handle of my new hammer. “I gave you all your warnings… and I doubt that you know how to kill me. Now, please… Let’s make this easy on ourselves.” I stated calmly before bringing that hammer up and out of the bag in a wide arc, the officer quickly ducking back, dropping the magazine he was fiddling with as he did. I followed the inertia as I pushed myself up onto one foot and forward, swinging the tool back around into the man’s right knee. The hammer weighed only about ten pounds, but on impact I heard a loud thud accompanied with a blood curdling crack and screech of pain as his leg suddenly flew to my right, bones visibly pushing through the softer part of his armor as he flew off of his feet and down into the ground.

The poor, poor man’s twisted limb was bent in an obviously inhuman manner from the hip down to his ankle, the impact having broken more than just his knee alone. “Well… That was unexpected, but not unpleasant… At least he is still alive. Let us begin…”

I See London… Wait, What’s London? (CATastrophe Part 2: End)

I See London… Wait, What’s London?

            I woke up to the sound of banging and yelling on the door that was soon followed by the door being pushed open with the various objects that were pressed against the door flying away in a single burst as a large, ursine-eared man rushed in. “Are you alri-….” His question paused for some odd reason… I do not know why. I was simply laying in my bed, which I had moved away from the door before laying down and thinking of England. My legs were customarily spread open and, while I was still fully clothed, he seemed quite confused by my position.

            After everything was sorted out and it was explained to me… in rather excruciating detail… as to how one is supposed to sleep for whatever possible reason… I grabbed breakfast, as they called it, from the cafeteria before being sent on my way on what was apparently my boat. From there… I learned to fish.

            I sailed the seas... I fished, learned to fish, caught an assortment of fish, cephalopods, mollusks, and other creatures of note… and, after many years of only fishing… I learned one simple thing from the entire venture. Active patience. I knew of waiting in the dark for an untold amount of time… of silence, of simply waiting for something… anything… to happen. Here there was sound, there was the slow movement of the waves beneath the boat, the occasional sensation of hunger, of the hot sun, and of the gentle… or occasionally fierce… tug of the line. It was… relaxing.

            Now to see where I may move onto next… Hopefully it isn’t England. I still don’t know where England is located, but I don’t like the sound of it.

A New Light And... What Do You Mean I Have To Eat? (CATastrophe Part 1)

Race: Kumami (Bears.) – Strong, great cardiovascular endurance and muscular strength, along with a good sense of smell and general focus.

Identity: Drop-In (0cp). Age 21.

Location: Boat – Started on a boat.

Perks---------------- 1000cp

Spliced (Free) – An improvement to strength, speed, health, durability, and my senses. It also makes it easier to retain my physique and my lifespan is now twice the human norm… as if I had to worry about such things to begin with. Diseases are rare and non-life threatening, usually only being as bad as the sniffles… What are “the sniffles”

Wanderer (50cpD) – Always able to find a place to stay for the night in relative comfort with a warm meal in my stomach.

Bear’s Might (Free) – A largely increased willpower, easily capable of lifting my own weight without too much strain. Brute force is not particularly my style, but it is a worthwhile weapon in its own right.

Salty Dog (300cpD) – I am now capable of manning boats… very well.

Snorkel Mask (Free) – Goggles and a plastic pipe… Hmm.

Bigger Boat! (150cp) – A moderately sized houseboat. One floor, two bed, one bath, a kitchenette, and even a living room. Radio and sonar included with a large fuel tank. Holds 20, houses 6. Comes with one of those bed-couches.

Super Rod (150cp) – A very well-made rod that can bend without snapping. Hand-crank or automated reeling with a line to weather the greatest of storms. That and a heat-seeking lure… Which I do not think would work in warm waters.

Grappling Hook (50cp) – A small grappling hook with a 750 foot range with automatic reeling and extending of the line… Can also support three times my weight for whatever reason.

Arc Rifle (300cp) – A cobbled weapon that shoots a powerful bolt of lightning at a maximum range of 300 feet. May arc and, if it does, can be quite dangerous to the user. Ammo is of no issue, considering my personal abilities.

A New Light and… What Do You Mean I Must Eat?

            The sun was gleaming off the metal of the ship, the glittering waters that the massive construct gently floated across with a much smaller boat being tugged along behind it. After having been fished out of the calm, still waters by these people with animal ears and tails… and mouths and noses… not to mention actual eyes, something I had only seen upon Jumpchan’s visage, as well as my own to a degree.

            The ship’s captain, a dog-eared man who was kind enough to provide me with a room inside of the ship to stay until the next settlement that he had already been heading toward, had stated that he found me after a sea-bound storm had crossed through the area with the houseboat floating nearby.

However, after having been pulled up out of the water, I felt a hint… different… besides the variety of color that this world seemed to possess, I felt a much more solid. I was unable to adjust my form at will, though, I did feel as if there was an internal switch to make it so that I could… I was warm, felt as if I had hair, and I could move some small ball at the base of my spine.

In private, I tested my abilities… I was still capable of summoning my weapons, my clothing remained wrapped around every inch of my being… though, it was still soaked and chilly after having been pulled out of the water. I had politely declined the offer of a new set of clothes to replace the ones that I currently possessed. My curiosity slowly peaked, but my answer was given by the mirror in the bathroom. I was one of them… However, my ears were small and the tail I possessed was a small ball of fur. However, despite my original, natural form, my eyes were oddly brown, my hair short and trimmed down in a random, wild fashion that lift it rather… unkempt. Lightly tanned skin, a strong frame...

It was utterly disgusting. No flexibility, too many colors, this constant gnawing in my gut that was accompanied by a growl every now and then that brought only weakness and agitation. Who would choose to be so… fleshy? I would, but only to remain hidden within the population. They found my attire strange for a fisherman… As they called me such a thing… but, it was better than them seeing me as a monster that was not one of them.

It did not matter where I was at this moment in time… What was important was that I recover, figure out what is different with my anatomy, and go my own way for the next ten years. They say that I was a fisherman… Then that is what I shall become for these ten years.

I waited through the night, my stomach growling the entire evening while my eyes slowly became heavy… It was as if a pair of sandbags were stapled to my eyelids, attempting to drag them down while I worked on troubling those that were still awake to find out whatever I could about the world, its inhabitants, and where I might find some more information and being the fisherman that they claimed that I was. The people I bothered asked why I needed to know, so I responded with something akin to “I would like to learn more about my trade” whenever I had to answer them. At least these people seemed to be more polite than those that I had interacted with in the world of my origin… They had weapons, but not at all times, nor did they seem hostile to anything that possessed a shred of independent thought.

Come morning, the sun burning my poor, exhausted eyes while my gut wrenched with every motion of the boat. It wasn’t until I was directed down into the mess hall and the scent of what could only be food got my attention. That seemed to perk me up a hint and, just to test my hypothesis, I went on to get a few things for what they claimed to be breakfast. It was delicious and, despite the how they stared at me when I began to swallow the food without chewing… up until I began choking and someone had to remind me that I needed to breathe… and to chew my food… it sated the turning in my gut for the moment. However, I was still quite tired. Yes… Tired. That was a good word for it.

            Once they saw the shadows around my eyes, one of the fox-eared people directed me back to my room and asked me to go to sleep… I took them up on their request once they had left and all of the furniture, including the bed, was stacked up against the door for the purpose of safety. Despite their calm, pleasant exteriors, for all I knew they might still attack me in the middle of the night. At least I would be free to sleep… Now… How does one sleep?

Bodymod and Warehouse

Body Mod--------------- (600cp)

Medium Build (Free)

Athlete (100cp)

Strength: 2 (100cp)

Endurance: 2 (100CP)

Speed: 2

Dexterity: 2

Appeal: 2 (100cp)

Shape: 2 (100cp)

Sense: 2 (100cp)

Flexibility 1

Warehouse---------------- (100cp)

Shelving (Free)

Stasis Pod - Changed to Companion Housing (20cp)

Electricity (10cp)

Plumbing (10cp)

Heat/AC (10cp)

Local Net (30cp)

Force Wall (20cp)

Well… That Was a Sudden Turn of Events (Madness Combat Part 6: End)

Well… That Was a Sudden Turn of Events

            It wasn’t too long before I approached the warehouse, having walked a decent few miles while cutting my way through the hordes that had managed to locate me during my travels in an attempt to slow me down or even slaughter me where I stood with little success on their part. A few injuries of varying degree and of varying sources. As I stepped up to the warehouse, off in the distance a large burst of light came forth, blanketing the land and me with it.

            That was all there was… Instead of darkness, there was light… for an unknown amount of time, somewhere between nine and ten years I was left within that abyss as those were the years that I would remain in this world… It came to an end and, the next thing I knew, I was being pulled up in what seemed to be a net. My body was drenched in what seemed to be water, the air was salty, and the people that were hauling me up onto what appeared to be a very large boat were not grey… No, they had eyes, ears of varying kinds, and looked quite different… Human would be the word that came to mind, but they possessed animal-like characteristics, as well.

            The world was new… and I honestly had to wonder if I was bound to be attacked here just as I was before.

((For those of you who have not seen the Madness series of flash animations... The series only lasts a few days at most before the world is changed in an unknown way. In other words... Cop out!))

I Tried Not Killing... (Madness Combat Part 5)

I Tried Not Killing…

            With a quick twist of my body and a flash of fire, I summoned my sword and slammed the tip of the blade into a point next to the door handle. A quick jerk up, a quick pull down, and then withdrew the sword and raised one of my feet up. Sadly, they were not kind enough to provide me with ample time to escape.

            The beeping ceased and was immediately followed by a deafening bang. I was launched through the door and slammed into the opposite wall back out in the hallway. My body was torn in a few places, the gaps in the smoke revealing movement as I forced myself back up onto my feet. The matter that my body was constituted of slowly reformed and pulled itself back together as I stood, my hand reaching down to retrieve my sword and hold it close. “You all… Need to learn some manners.”

            My statement was greeted with quite an aggressive response… As always. Men in black suits with red glasses charged forth with an assortment of melee weapons in hand. Machetes, knives, clubs, what can only be considered a megachete, pipes, and a wrench or two were what they brought… They wouldn’t be enough. The first two stepped up, my body lunging forward to impale the first on the right, leaving my left hand to come up with a conjured knife to block the other grunt’s attack and counter it with a quick jab of the blade into the man’s throat. So untrained. I withdrew the knife and threw it into the closest, proceeding grunt before stepping forward, the edge of my sword gliding through the now severed body of the first grunt to stab into the forehead of another.
            I took a step with every attack, the sword gliding through their corpses before being followed by a splash of blood that coated the walls and my clothing. One stepped up with what appeared to be a larger gun… but, it wasn’t a shotgun… I stepped up and ran through one of the melee grunts to use him as a shield, my free hand coming up with a summoned pistol to return fire. Holes appeared where the pieces of metal struck, shattering his glasses and sending him to the ground.

            More followed suit as I made my way through the building, cutting down those within reach and, after having figured out what the gun he was carrying did and was, mowed down those I came across who chose to remain at a distance and place their faith in their own firearms in the hopes that I would not reach them. For those that ran, I did not pursue… For those that stayed, they chose their own fate… That of a painful, bloody death like those that came before them.

            As I stepped out of the building and slowly made my way back down the street. It was time for me to visit my little warehouse.

The Sheriff May See You Now (Madness Combat Part 4)

The Sheriff May See You Now

            It was easy enough to commandeer one of the patrol cars and, supposedly, make our way toward the Sheriff’s office with my new companion at the wheel. Despite my apparent resistance to physical trauma, my body was having to take a moment to heal from the few injuries I sustained. The clothing was warping to create a wrapping of bandaging around my visible abdomen as the injuries slowly healed, the mass of my form pulling together as we went along. A shirt of wrappings… Hmm… Fitting in a way. A means of keeping my body pulled together into a proper, humanoid shape.

            I asked the man where we were in this world, what the Sheriff might want with someone such as myself, and anything else he might be aware of. He did not tell me of much… Only that we were in Nevada, that the Sheriff most likely wanted me dead once he found out what I had done, and very little past that point. It was almost as if he had no life to speak of… Granted, neither did I. All he knew was that I was not the only one who has attacked and killed good, hard working men.

            So, I asked him about the others… He did not know anything about them before they began working together. In truth, they did not know anything about themselves before a certain point. Strange. We both sat silently, my mind mulling over these thoughts and why the sky appeared to be a very subtle red. This was nothing like the woman that had pulled me from the void… Only greys, blacks, whites, and reds… The people humanoid with grey flesh, and an odd plus sign on their head where their face would be, and all of them so violent.

            My thoughts were broken as we pulled up to a building. I thanked him and stepped out of the car, the pistol that I confiscated from him still in hand. I stepped up to the building and walked right in without issue. There was another one of the grunts… They all looked the same to me… sitting at a desk with papers in hand. I simply stated that I had an appointment with the Sheriff and they directed me toward a room. Led me right to the room and, once we had arrived, he went on his way.

            I stepped inside to find… predictably… nothing of use to me. It was a room with a television on a small, wooden, fold-out table that seemed to be more fit for holding a small plate of food than the box that sat upon it. It turned on, a man in a wide-brim hat appearing. “Glad that ya’ could finally make it after going through my boys like a blender chopping through fruit. Look, I already got two crazies running around and killing my employees and those that I work with. I don’t need another one of you.”

            I stood there for a moment, waiting to see if anything else might happen… such as another one of his apparently terrible analogies, but eventually he spoke once again. “So… I’m just gonna kill ya’. Have at it!” I heard a small click behind and then a subtle beeping sound coming from the television in front of me. “Well… See ya’!”

            Why are the people that inhabit this world so rude…