Post by Giltia RYS on Jan 6, 2008 23:56:12 GMT -6
Ping.
Pong.
Ping.
Pong.
Ping.
Pong.
On a black screen, a white ball bounced back and forth between two white rectangles. The screen fitting into a machine a couple thousand years advanced to the game it was being used for. A man outfitted with generic security armaments stared intently into the screen.
"How can you play such an archaic game?"
A fellow security guard sat against the wall, looked up from his magazine to lob a question at his friend. The man at the computer merely waved his free hand back in a shushing motion.
"Fine. Suit yourself. Least you're enjoying yourself. Night shift is brutal."
The security guard in front of the computer console gives a absent minded "uh huh" in response.
Besides the two guards, the room was filled with screens. Surveillance cameras watching different areas of what appeared to be a military base were all linked to this room. So many cameras, and it was the important role of these two security guards to relay information relating to any suspicious activity to the higher ups, and sound alarms should anything big happen. However, it's difficult to watch all those cameras when you're reading a magazine or playing a game. It hit without any warning. A natural disaster like any hurricane.
The images on the screens began crumbling to static. A mechanical roar resonated through the halls of the building. The guards, looking up from their activities finally caught sight of the knocked out surveillance cameras. The guard with the magazine pressed a small button on his headset.
"This is security, we've lost all surveillance. Something happen?"
He waited a moment. His headset replied by exploding into high pitched squeal. The hastily thrown piece of equipment broke into several pieces upon hitting the ground.
The room turned red, alarms wailed. Another mechanical roar cut through the whine of the sirens. The two security guards abandoned their post, running into the hallways. The loss of communications channels, and those sounds... they both knew full well what it meant. Everyone knew what it meant. It meant "run".
In the hallway, a door opened up ahead of them. A man in a white labcoat dashed out. He caught sight of them and waved an arm to them. "Come on, this way!" was what he shouted, before he turned away and dashed off down the hall. The emergency exit was that way. The two security guards chased after the man, a few meters behind him.
The white coated man rounded a corner. He had only just begun to scream when the bloodstains splattered against the wall. The security guards stopped in their tracks. One stepped forward. The reploid who had been playing Pong. His left hand morphed into a blaster, which he aimed down the hallway.
The grating mechanical roar sounded again. Directly behind them. The security guard who had been reading the magazine turned to face a black mass. A huge dark appendage came down on his head and fell right through his body. Like a hand waving through air, it was as if the man had not even existed. Blood exploded all over the hallway, coating the walls like fresh paint. The surviving security reploid backed away, but was still turned a bright shade of red. Eyes wide with fear tried to make out the monster that has done away with his friend.
Friend? Where? The body was gone. The black figure now inhabited the space his friend had just recently taken up. This figure silhouetted by its own existence, no matter how hard he looked he couldn't make out its curves. The blood of his friend didn't even show up on the monsters hide.
Instinctively he fired his blaster into the black mass. No effect. The beast continued towards him, unhindered. His death lay in its grip, but his legs would not carry him. Sinking to his knees, the reploid surrendered. If only he could cry...
The dark monster was upon him. His body vanishing under its touch. So close, he could see. Only slightly, but he could see. Thousands of black teeth lined an endless maw. He felt something on his face. Compared to the destruction of his body, this was different. His eyes caught sight of two thin wires, they were penetrating his skull. Inside his electronic brain. He could hear a voice inside his head.
"RELINQUISH YOUR SOUL!"
In an instant, his memory had been copied, and his being destroyed. RYS moved on. More prey awaited him.
Out of a total three hundred and thirty two staff members, only twenty five had been killed. The headcount after the evacuation had revealed 29 missing, but four had been found alive in a collapsed section of the base. RYS was not captured, and remains at large.
Pong.
Ping.
Pong.
Ping.
Pong.
On a black screen, a white ball bounced back and forth between two white rectangles. The screen fitting into a machine a couple thousand years advanced to the game it was being used for. A man outfitted with generic security armaments stared intently into the screen.
"How can you play such an archaic game?"
A fellow security guard sat against the wall, looked up from his magazine to lob a question at his friend. The man at the computer merely waved his free hand back in a shushing motion.
"Fine. Suit yourself. Least you're enjoying yourself. Night shift is brutal."
The security guard in front of the computer console gives a absent minded "uh huh" in response.
Besides the two guards, the room was filled with screens. Surveillance cameras watching different areas of what appeared to be a military base were all linked to this room. So many cameras, and it was the important role of these two security guards to relay information relating to any suspicious activity to the higher ups, and sound alarms should anything big happen. However, it's difficult to watch all those cameras when you're reading a magazine or playing a game. It hit without any warning. A natural disaster like any hurricane.
The images on the screens began crumbling to static. A mechanical roar resonated through the halls of the building. The guards, looking up from their activities finally caught sight of the knocked out surveillance cameras. The guard with the magazine pressed a small button on his headset.
"This is security, we've lost all surveillance. Something happen?"
He waited a moment. His headset replied by exploding into high pitched squeal. The hastily thrown piece of equipment broke into several pieces upon hitting the ground.
The room turned red, alarms wailed. Another mechanical roar cut through the whine of the sirens. The two security guards abandoned their post, running into the hallways. The loss of communications channels, and those sounds... they both knew full well what it meant. Everyone knew what it meant. It meant "run".
In the hallway, a door opened up ahead of them. A man in a white labcoat dashed out. He caught sight of them and waved an arm to them. "Come on, this way!" was what he shouted, before he turned away and dashed off down the hall. The emergency exit was that way. The two security guards chased after the man, a few meters behind him.
The white coated man rounded a corner. He had only just begun to scream when the bloodstains splattered against the wall. The security guards stopped in their tracks. One stepped forward. The reploid who had been playing Pong. His left hand morphed into a blaster, which he aimed down the hallway.
The grating mechanical roar sounded again. Directly behind them. The security guard who had been reading the magazine turned to face a black mass. A huge dark appendage came down on his head and fell right through his body. Like a hand waving through air, it was as if the man had not even existed. Blood exploded all over the hallway, coating the walls like fresh paint. The surviving security reploid backed away, but was still turned a bright shade of red. Eyes wide with fear tried to make out the monster that has done away with his friend.
Friend? Where? The body was gone. The black figure now inhabited the space his friend had just recently taken up. This figure silhouetted by its own existence, no matter how hard he looked he couldn't make out its curves. The blood of his friend didn't even show up on the monsters hide.
Instinctively he fired his blaster into the black mass. No effect. The beast continued towards him, unhindered. His death lay in its grip, but his legs would not carry him. Sinking to his knees, the reploid surrendered. If only he could cry...
The dark monster was upon him. His body vanishing under its touch. So close, he could see. Only slightly, but he could see. Thousands of black teeth lined an endless maw. He felt something on his face. Compared to the destruction of his body, this was different. His eyes caught sight of two thin wires, they were penetrating his skull. Inside his electronic brain. He could hear a voice inside his head.
"RELINQUISH YOUR SOUL!"
In an instant, his memory had been copied, and his being destroyed. RYS moved on. More prey awaited him.
Out of a total three hundred and thirty two staff members, only twenty five had been killed. The headcount after the evacuation had revealed 29 missing, but four had been found alive in a collapsed section of the base. RYS was not captured, and remains at large.