Post by Teh Donut on Feb 28, 2007 7:29:57 GMT -5
(Alright, time to get rolling...like I said, I'll pretty much be fast forwarding a few posts, pretty much just the first page of the original.)
The snow slowly fell, an icy-white blanket covering the frozen earth as its crystals glinted in the dim headlights of the decrepit jeep. Its occupant, a half-eaten mound of frozen flesh, had been dragged out of the busted driver's door, leaving a trail of blood that used to be the body. A couple feet away, a great cat-like creature sat, its two barbed tails swaying happily as it dissected a piece of the carcass with its own fleshless jaws. Its dark coat was a magnificent midnight blue in the gray sunlight. As it finished its meal, it emitted a horrendous screech, not unlike a million jagged fingernails upon an unusually rough blackboard.
Several hundred meters behind the monstrosity stood the massive complex. Its bleak buildings, no more than two or three stories tall, were in serious disrepair. Most of the external armor plating had fallen off, revealing the original, flaky concrete. A rusted barbed fence surrounded the mile square complex, except where the grounds met the edge of a great bottomless chasm on the north side. Above the main gate, a leechlike bug of a creature clung to the battered sign. Its poisons emitted a steamy vapor in the Antarctic air. Faded red letters could barely be made out, forming the words, "NOW ENTERING AREA Ó TEST SITE, SOUTH POLE. 'MELPOMENE.'"
"How you guys doing back there," the driver asked, a question his three passengers had heard a few times on the rough flight in the large C-130 to Nellis AFB in Nevada. The "fabulous" lights of nearby Las Vegas were invisible to the team, sitting on the makeshift seats in the unwindowed cargo area, though they could see their red-orange glow in the purplish-black night time sky one they stepped out upon the runway. They weren't allowed to take it in for long, however, as they were quickly shown the way to a navy blue van, its windows tinted dark so as to prohibit vision outside, other than through the windshield. Security Police loaded the little luggage they were allowed into the back of the van, and they were off.
The ride was long as the van sped north. The drive took a couple hours, before things started to get jolty and bumpy as the van obiously went over what felt like an unpaved road. Probably even no road at all.
"So, how you guys doing back there?" the man in the airforce uniform asked as looked up into the rear-view mirror to his passengers after about half an hour of the constant jolting. Most people would often wonder why a van would be driving in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, but the three members of the ASF in the back seats of the van had a very highly confidential destination...the infamous test site known as Area 51.
Bart laughed quietly. He had adhered himself to his seat and wasn't being jolted by the bumps.
"I'm alright...good thing I didn't bring any pure nitro on this trip," he said with a grin.
Sera nodded, as she held on tightly to the handhold and to Odd, who seemed steady and unperterbed, even as her small frame seemed to bounce like a rubber ball. "I'm fine, but my keister's getting the third degree. It's going to be purple for a month! How much longer until we arrive?"
The driver chuckled a bit before turning back to give the "road" ahead his full attention. Almost as a response to Sera's question, the road suddenly became quite a lot smoother, though still with a few dips and bumps. "Oh, not much longer now. Just a few minutes until we reach the checkpoint. So, which branch of service are you in? I didn't notice any uniforms when I picked you guys up back at Nellis."
Sera sighed in relief as she leaned sideways a bit to rub her posterior tenderly to get the feeling back into it. At the question of the branch of service, though, it was Odd who spoke up.
"You haven't done this much, have you? If you had the clearance to know, you would have been told." The large African American's tone was one of no-nonsense. It didn't hold the humor Bart and Sera's had. It was, quite simply, a tone that suggested it was wiser to keep his nose where it belonged.
"Meh, just trying to break the silence," he shrugged. "But you're right, haven't been doing this long...or ever. We don't usually have any visitors..."
With a sigh, Mattaias Lane set down his newspaper upon the short important-looking stack of folders before him, then looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes past two. They were late...
He was in what was obviously a small briefing room. The walls were white-washed, the only door in or out at the back of the room. The lights were all turned on, making the room bright in an attempt to keep him awake. There were a few desks and chairs to match, all of them facing one long table, behind which sat the aged PSI agent.
It didn't matter too much that they were late. Yet. He had planned for delays in the flight, delays in the drive, so this was completely expected. However, if they took too much longer, things might be a little rushed. Luckily, he didn't have to wait. An intercom sounded in the briefing room, seeming rather louder than usual due to the complete silence.
"Agent Lane, the requested ASF members have arrived," the genderless voice on the other end announced. It then clicked off, not caring for a reply.
"Alright then," Mattaias yawned to himself as he grabbed the stack of folders, then stood and and made his way around the scattered desks to the exit.
The guard at the gate hadn't given any trouble as the van passed on through. Ever since, for the past couple minutes, they had followed a path of flares to the the side of the dimly-lit exterior of a rather extensive complex of buildings, tailed the entire way by a security forces cruiser. The van slowed to a halt not ten feet from the guarded side door.
The driver looked back over his shoulder as he unlocked the doors and stated, "Here we are. Don't bother carrying in your things; I've been ordered to wait here for you until you're done in there."
((There we go; have fun...))
*Antarctica*
The snow slowly fell, an icy-white blanket covering the frozen earth as its crystals glinted in the dim headlights of the decrepit jeep. Its occupant, a half-eaten mound of frozen flesh, had been dragged out of the busted driver's door, leaving a trail of blood that used to be the body. A couple feet away, a great cat-like creature sat, its two barbed tails swaying happily as it dissected a piece of the carcass with its own fleshless jaws. Its dark coat was a magnificent midnight blue in the gray sunlight. As it finished its meal, it emitted a horrendous screech, not unlike a million jagged fingernails upon an unusually rough blackboard.
Several hundred meters behind the monstrosity stood the massive complex. Its bleak buildings, no more than two or three stories tall, were in serious disrepair. Most of the external armor plating had fallen off, revealing the original, flaky concrete. A rusted barbed fence surrounded the mile square complex, except where the grounds met the edge of a great bottomless chasm on the north side. Above the main gate, a leechlike bug of a creature clung to the battered sign. Its poisons emitted a steamy vapor in the Antarctic air. Faded red letters could barely be made out, forming the words, "NOW ENTERING AREA Ó TEST SITE, SOUTH POLE. 'MELPOMENE.'"
*Nevada*
"How you guys doing back there," the driver asked, a question his three passengers had heard a few times on the rough flight in the large C-130 to Nellis AFB in Nevada. The "fabulous" lights of nearby Las Vegas were invisible to the team, sitting on the makeshift seats in the unwindowed cargo area, though they could see their red-orange glow in the purplish-black night time sky one they stepped out upon the runway. They weren't allowed to take it in for long, however, as they were quickly shown the way to a navy blue van, its windows tinted dark so as to prohibit vision outside, other than through the windshield. Security Police loaded the little luggage they were allowed into the back of the van, and they were off.
The ride was long as the van sped north. The drive took a couple hours, before things started to get jolty and bumpy as the van obiously went over what felt like an unpaved road. Probably even no road at all.
"So, how you guys doing back there?" the man in the airforce uniform asked as looked up into the rear-view mirror to his passengers after about half an hour of the constant jolting. Most people would often wonder why a van would be driving in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, but the three members of the ASF in the back seats of the van had a very highly confidential destination...the infamous test site known as Area 51.
Bart laughed quietly. He had adhered himself to his seat and wasn't being jolted by the bumps.
"I'm alright...good thing I didn't bring any pure nitro on this trip," he said with a grin.
Sera nodded, as she held on tightly to the handhold and to Odd, who seemed steady and unperterbed, even as her small frame seemed to bounce like a rubber ball. "I'm fine, but my keister's getting the third degree. It's going to be purple for a month! How much longer until we arrive?"
The driver chuckled a bit before turning back to give the "road" ahead his full attention. Almost as a response to Sera's question, the road suddenly became quite a lot smoother, though still with a few dips and bumps. "Oh, not much longer now. Just a few minutes until we reach the checkpoint. So, which branch of service are you in? I didn't notice any uniforms when I picked you guys up back at Nellis."
Sera sighed in relief as she leaned sideways a bit to rub her posterior tenderly to get the feeling back into it. At the question of the branch of service, though, it was Odd who spoke up.
"You haven't done this much, have you? If you had the clearance to know, you would have been told." The large African American's tone was one of no-nonsense. It didn't hold the humor Bart and Sera's had. It was, quite simply, a tone that suggested it was wiser to keep his nose where it belonged.
"Meh, just trying to break the silence," he shrugged. "But you're right, haven't been doing this long...or ever. We don't usually have any visitors..."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
With a sigh, Mattaias Lane set down his newspaper upon the short important-looking stack of folders before him, then looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes past two. They were late...
He was in what was obviously a small briefing room. The walls were white-washed, the only door in or out at the back of the room. The lights were all turned on, making the room bright in an attempt to keep him awake. There were a few desks and chairs to match, all of them facing one long table, behind which sat the aged PSI agent.
It didn't matter too much that they were late. Yet. He had planned for delays in the flight, delays in the drive, so this was completely expected. However, if they took too much longer, things might be a little rushed. Luckily, he didn't have to wait. An intercom sounded in the briefing room, seeming rather louder than usual due to the complete silence.
"Agent Lane, the requested ASF members have arrived," the genderless voice on the other end announced. It then clicked off, not caring for a reply.
"Alright then," Mattaias yawned to himself as he grabbed the stack of folders, then stood and and made his way around the scattered desks to the exit.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The guard at the gate hadn't given any trouble as the van passed on through. Ever since, for the past couple minutes, they had followed a path of flares to the the side of the dimly-lit exterior of a rather extensive complex of buildings, tailed the entire way by a security forces cruiser. The van slowed to a halt not ten feet from the guarded side door.
The driver looked back over his shoulder as he unlocked the doors and stated, "Here we are. Don't bother carrying in your things; I've been ordered to wait here for you until you're done in there."
((There we go; have fun...))
