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| Osafune | Jul 12 2013, 12:36 PM Post #1 |
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February 11, 318 -- Votsi Gorge "I'm telling you, this was a road." Firaxis said emphatically. "Gee, I didn't know you were such an archeologist." On the entripid explorers, Firaxis and Hedon, walk through this frigid valley of the unknown called Votsi Gorge. Commanders of a reconnaissance regiment loyal to the self-promoted Senior General Fanaitis, the pair are on a straight-forward mission: Figure out what the hell was so important there for the previous Senior General General to keep it under such a tight guard. If only traversing the Gorge was as easy as the mission description sounded, though things got significantly easier once they found this "road." "Cliffs don't just carve themselves out like this naturally." The path was rubble-strewn but otherwise flat, wide enough for two cars to safely pass by each other. On their left was a perilously steep descent with only the occasional outcropping of rock to stop you if you took a wrong step. The right was a vertical wall of rock, from the top of which was an ascent as steep as the descent on the other side. Hedon was able to connect the dots of the two points. "I suppose I see what you mean." "And..." Firaxis bent over to pick up a rock and tossed it back to Hedon. "...that is asphalt." The light grayish, crumbly stone looked like it could have been some kind of old piece of asphalt, but then it didn't look much different to Hedon from any of the other rocks they've seen on their little hike. He examining it, crumbling it in his fist, when he walked square into the back of Firaxis. "Hey, why'd you stop?" "Because I think we've found what we came looking for." Set back in the stone wall was a monolithic metal door, open just enough for somebody to slide under. Edited by Osafune, Jan 23 2014, 12:28 PM.
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| Osafune | Jul 27 2013, 09:54 AM Post #2 |
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The underground facility was pitch black. With nothing more than two small flashlights to illuminate their path, Hedon and Firaxis rolled under the gap. Shining their flashlights directly into the interior hinted at the enormity of the complex, for nothing but pure emptiness could be seen. They hugged the walls and told each other not to venture to far from the entrance -- get lost in the darkness and you'll probably never find the way back out. All along the walls were numerious signs and labels, unreadable to either Firaxis or Hedon since they were all written in the Magilani script. Eventually they came across a sign that no translator was needed for: one with the biological hazard symbol. And not far past that, a sign with the radioactive trefoil. That one prompted the duo to hightail it out of there, since there was no way of knowing how long whatever radioactive material there was had been sitting there or what the integrity of the containers were. A few days after reporting their findings, they returned with more people, more lights, radiation suits, and the commander of their regiment, Colonel Ifnaxis. The door to one of the rooms had a cryptic symbol of some sort with text which was a alphanumerical sequence that didn't spell anything, a designation of some kind most likely. Under this sign, however, was a single Magilani word, in big bold letters. "It says... 'Sarin.'" The last word rolled off the translator's tongue roughly. The radiation suits may do fine against the radiation, but against a sarin leak? Either Ifnaxis was crazy or ignorant of the potancy of this toxin, because he strolled into the room as if the label had read "sunshine and dandelions." Neither Firaxis nor Hedon were willing enough to go farther. "I don't think that's a very good idea, sir." Hedon warned. Ifnaxis didn't seem to pay him any mind. "There must be dozens of them!" Stacked on shelves three levels high, lined in rows as far as the lights would peer, were canisters roughly half the height of the average person. "Hundreds even! If the rest of this place is like this room... Kairi, its as if we've stumbled upon the entire fucking old Magilani WMD program!" |
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